Meet Me: Ralax Dierce

2007-07-23T11:59:00.000-07:00

Hello.

I know what you're probably thinking. This is gonna be some long, boring story that nobody cares about about someone who nobody cares about or even knows exists. Well, it's not like that.

The name's Ralax. Ralax Dierce.

And no, I'm not a boy. I'm a girl. A regular human girl, just another girl trying to make her way in the universe.

See? I can even quote the best of the best.

But that doesn't exactly mean that I'm the best of the best. Far from it. Oh, I'd like to be, but I'm not. I'm trying to get there, but it's gonna take me a while.

But before I begin my sad little misadventure, let me tell you a few things about myself. First, I'm a standard human female, born on the great planet of Corellia. Man, I love that planet. Love the guys there, too, even if they are the most self-centered and egotistical men in the entire galaxy. Moving on.

Second, I'm normal height for a human, maybe 5' 8", 5'9". I don't have blonde hair and blue eyes, but all the guys I meet tell me I'm gorgeous. Don't believe 'em. I actually am kinda average. I have a slim build, but my face is a little round. I'm not in bad shape or anything like that, but I'm not a stick, either. Well, there goes that career as one of Jabba's dancers. Anyways, I have jet black hair that's kinda wavy, hazel eyes, and a small nose. Maybe too small, but I can't change that.

My history is plain and boring. That's one of the reasons I decided to become a bounty hunter, get some action.

I grew up on Corellia. Went to school, had a normal family (my dad left my mom for another woman, so it was always just she and I), and a normal life.

Snooze.

Echuta, I'm boring myself, here.

Enough about that. I'm twenty-three, and I was so tired of this dull life that I one day jumped up and ran out the door, screaming to my mom that I was going to turn Rebel and become a bounty hunter.

Her response was, "That's nice, dear. Don't forget to pick up some blue milk at the store while you're out."

I had sighed, rolled my eyes, and tried to convince her that I was being serious. She didn't take me seriously, though. She never did, and to this day, she never will.

So the next day I upped and left, taking all my things, including my blankie and stuffed bantha. I'm still not sure if Mom knows I'm gone. She never was the brightest bulb on the planet.

Using all the credits I had left, I bought myself a passage on a smuggler's ship (complete with a Wookiee and all) and headed for the one place I knew could help jump-start my career: Coruscant.

I'll write more about my exciting endeavor later.

I do not own Star Wars and am making no money off of this blog.

Confessions of a Bounty Hunter Wannabe

Meet Me: Ralax Dierce