Name: Nhiar'Ra

Race: Lower Vess'Jill

Age: In human years... 18?

Gender: Female

Height: 160 (5,2')

Weight: 60 (135lbs)

Hair Color: Strawberry Blonde

Eye Color: Hazel

Complexion: Fair Caucasian

Markings: Freckles on her face and shoulders the color of her hair.

Physical Appearance: https://gr.pinterest.com/pin/5840674509198544/ <<- Portrait (safe picture)
Unblemished, apart for her freckles, completely hairless skin, strawberry blonde, untamed mane reaching at the small of her back.
Hourglass figure with a sweetheart waist, full but perky C cap breasts & exceptionally formed & firm bottom framed by well
proportioned flared hips. Long, smooth legs, full lips & enchanting doe eyes.

Personality: Natural Submissive, Curious

Sexual Preference: No preference.
Although taught the arts of pleasuring her future Master or Mistress, she has no personal experience whatsoever.

Likes:
Perhaps the only thing she likes that is not a direct product of bioengineering and relentless indoctrination,
is the instictual need to cuddle. Lower Vess'Jill are born in litters, and their first instinct is to cuddle with their sisters
for warmth and protection.
Other than that, her only purpose is to be owned by a master, a direct product of eons of cruel eugenics and conditioning.

Dislikes:
A moot point. Lower Vess'Jill will obey every and any order given by their Master.
The only thing that terrifies them to their core is to be without a master.
Lower Vess'Jill are incapable of making decisions of their own, even if their life depends on it.

Flaws & Weaknesses:
She is too curious for her own good.
She can't resist asking questions, even though the act itself had her caned numerous times.

Biography...
From Nhiar'Ra's perspective:
"The floor shook, the lights went off.
I heard screaming. Among the voices I heard the distinct shouts of my new master. The whole room banked to the left.
I was on my kneeling position, waiting for my master to end with his "crew inspection", whatever that entitled.
He only bought me a couple of days ago. I felt terror gripping my heart.
I wet myself. I couldn't stop until there was nothing left. I was so ashamed;
Not because I was afraid enough to empty my bladder, but because my new master would find his floor dirty.
I was still in my kneeling position, not daring to move an inch. I could hear people running outside the door.
Suddenly a loud crash, the metal walls of my master's room creaked. Red lights start going on and off and alarms were blaring.
The room banked even more. I started to slide, fast. I didn't know what was happening.
I had to keep my kneeling position, even if I was sliding towards the wall.
Darkness... Silence...

I woke up by a massive headache.
Complete silence. I could feel liquid running on my face. It stung my eyes.
Clang.. Clang.. Clang.. Metal boots? My master!
Ignoring the excruciating pain and nausea it brought me i assumed my kneeling position.
Knees half spread, my bottom on my heels, hands behind my back, chest out, back straight, eyes on the floor.
Clang.. Clang.. Clang...
My Master would be proud of me!"

What actually transpired:
Vess'Jill Captain Khar'Tel Var'door, along with his recent promotion and his new ship, was gifted a fresh Lower Vess'Jill slave to take along his voyage through the galaxy.
A trained Vess'Jill slave was a rare commodity of high demand and extreme prestige for her owner.
They, extremely submissive by nature, were bred, born and raised in special compounds, trained in household chores, sexual pleasure & "appropriate slave etiquette",
from day 1 until the age they mature & sold. It was the first week of Vess'Jill Captain Khar'Tel Var'door recognizance mission,
when near a desolate & devoid of any intelligence presence planet, they spotted a Terran military spaceship.
A battle ensued, causing both ships to take severe damage and plummet to the planet's surface, the impact killing the few crew members that survived the combat from both sides.

A single figure, a Terran survivor, clad in a highly advanced excursion marine suit emerged from the ruins of the Terran vessel. Soon, the marine, finding no  Terran survivors begun searching the enemy vessel. After hours of inspecting the ruins of the Vess'Jill vessel, the marine entered the late Captain''s quarters, only to find a lone female figure, kneeling on the torn and twisted metal floor. She had a deep but far from life threatening gash on her forehead that still bled. The girl had bright red hair, and was wearing nothing but an elegant metal collar on her neck. She was definitely alive, but she had her eyes downcast, not acknowledging his presence. She just knelt there, in that degrading pose... waiting.


What actually transpired if you like fantasy genre:
Vess'Jill Captain Khar'Tel Var'door, along with his recent promotion and his new ship,
was gifted a fresh Lower Vess'Jill slave to take along his voyage through the galaxy.
A trained Vess'Jill slave was a rare commodity of high demand and extreme prestige for her owner.
They, extremely submissive by nature, were bred, born and raised in special compounds,
trained in "appropriate slave etiquette", sexual pleasure ,
household chores & basic technology,in order to be adequate as domestic slaves,
among other things, from day 1 until the age they mature & sold.
It was the first week of Vess'Jill Captain Khar'Tel Var'door recognizance mission,
when near a desolate & devoid of any intelligent presence planet, his ship was struck by a cloud
of nano-meteors that quickly overwhelmed its shields, causing irreparable damage.
The ship plummeted to the planet's surface, the impact killed the few crew members that survived the initial meteor shower.

A single figure, a Human, clad in a well used but otherwise well maintained full plate armor,
raised his shield to protect his eyes from the twin suns' rays and watched as the alien vessel
crashed in a plush jungle. Driven by curiosity, but most of all a faint hope of maybe this was his
way home, he found the smoking vessel in ruins. Ignoring the sparks and mini explosions that boomed
along the ships hull, he started searching the ruins, hoping to try and understand what was what he was looking.
After hours of inspecting the ruins of the Vess'Jill vessel, the Warrior entered the late Captain''s quarters,
only to find a lone female figure, kneeling on the torn and twisted metal floor.
She had a deep but far from life threatening gash on her forehead that still trickled blood.
The girl had bright red hair, and was wearing nothing but an elegant metal collar on her neck.
She was definitely alive, but she had her eyes downcast, not acknowledging his presence.
She just knelt there, in that degrading pose... waiting.