Physical Description
Slightly tall and slender, Tralesha moves like a cat on the prowl. Her body is muscular as if she made an effort to look good. Her hair gently caresses her waist as it cascades down her back, framing her face like blue-black flames. Her earthy green eyes show her intelligence and glint with mischievousness as the light refracts from silver flecks.

Professional History:
From the age of 17 she's been smuggling for the rebellion under the cover of a trader. Small runs at first, and bigger work came in as she gained a reputation. She's proven that she can play the smuggling game, and appears to be a natural at it.

Background
Born the youngest of three children, she was practically ignored because she was born a girl. Her mother was so wrapped up in herself, she barely even talked to Tralesha. Her father wasn't much better, his constant questioning of her "purity" made her avoid him as much as possible. Her two older brothers found her to be a good punching bag, till she decided to fight back, breaking one's nose and the other's arm. Life quieted down for a little while till one night her father came into her room after everyone else fell asleep "to see if she had become a whore". After slicing his face open from temple to lip, she left and never looked back.

Fifteen and on her own she fell in with some rough crowds. Her newfound friends taught her how to survive on the streets and how to fly anything from a speeder to a transport...and everything in between. And at the ripe old age of seventeen she got incredibly lucky and won a YT-2000 cargo transport from an old drunkard pilot in a game of sabacc. One day, one of her friends asked her to deliver a package to a "family member." She did the favor for him, but was asked to take another package back to the friend. Thus, her career as a smuggler began.

In the midst of her travels and on a bit of a hiatus, she met Raxis L'Ygr, and decided that she was going to have some fun. So they dated for a while till one day he didn't show up for a date and she never saw him again, which, needless to say, pissed her off. Going back to her trade she ended up in New Poluton where she waits for another job.

It seemed that fate wasn't finished with her yet. After hooking up with an old friend of hers, Gort Donovan, Tralesha was surprised to find Raxis L'Ygr on Tae'Karada. They hooked up again, though the relationship had cooled off some. Her interest was there, but Raxis seemed distant and distracted. They formed a group named the Red Dragons, and started out helping those in need.

One day, things got too hot, and Raxis decided he didn't want to be on the losing team in the upcoming conflict. He then sold some information to Grand Admiral Tarkin, double-crossing a trio of Jedi Knights to do so, and then took one of the captured Jedi to Dargus Kandran, the Sith Crimelord.

Doubt is growing in Tralesha's mind. There was no doubt that she had performed some shady actions in her life, but she'd never ventured so far toward the so-called darkness. For the most part, she supported the Rebels and tried to help where she could. She has doubts about where Raxis is leading them.

Personality:
Fiery and intelligent, Tralesha is a spout of energy. Definitely feminine and sometimes just loves to be a girl, including making people stammer and stare when she walks by. She enjoys the spotlight and being noticed. She's an incredibly independent woman, and never admits a situation might be out of her control; making a picture of confidence, yet never seeming to show off. She's made her own way in the galaxy and she doesn't need any help from others, but is usually willing to be of assistance, whether asked or not. She has a remarkable talent for sticking out in a crowd and yet not raising anything close to suspicion.

Vehicle of Choice:
YT-2000 cargo transport or her feet. Named the "Burgundy Rose".

Form of Dress:
Usually sheathed in a black space suit with multiple belts adorned with many pouches, all worn at a stylish angle, and designed to accentuate her hips. She wears goggles on her forehead and thick black boots with buckles. Her hair is worn either down or in a high ponytail with silver beads hanging off the bottom. Even thoush she never wears any visible weapons, she's hardly unarmed. Her body is her weapon, whether it is used to distract or induce bodily harm; each is equally effective.

Superhuman Powers and Abilities
None

Abilities and Skills:
Smuggling, piloting, manipulation, hanging out in the cantinas, and shopping. She's just as good at getting the lowest price as she is at getting anything through customs.