Tabiro

The Tabiro of early years is vastly different from the Tabiro of now. With no parents, no guardians, no no one, she was a late learner in many of life's lessons. Things such as learning how to harvest energy, how to defend yourself, things most devoma take for granted she didn't learn till much later. Which made her an easy target for lowlifes to attack and steal from. With little to her name and even less to her self, it took her many years to slowly build up the confidence (and strength) to tackle the bullies from above. And things only went up from there The first mutation she gave herself was spikes. The best to keep away predators and other devoma alike. The second mutation she gave herself was claws. The best to attack with and harm those who wish to harm her first. The third mutation she gave herself was grabbers. The best to keep her foes closer and closer, just within reach of her fourth mutation. Her jaws unhinging, ready to bite through whatever dared to piss her off. It took many years, and many more battles. But in due time her time had come, and the beast she always dreamed of being had finally been born. Now, having reached perfection. Tabiro needed to find something to fill her time with. Preferably something to help her find more fights to get into. She eventually heard about a pirate ship needing a new bruiser, and she decided it was good enough. Now she travels the galaxies with her crew, waiting impatiently for the next big battle to begin.