Teckla Olsen

You are a standard young human woman by Bespin’s standards. You just graduated from the university a few months ago and were now living in a nice suite, provided by your college on account of your outstanding success, but it wasn’t far off from what almost half the other graduates got from the school too. You were in the market for a job, but weren’t in much a hurry yet.

As mentioned before, you were standard by Bespin’s standards, which were set high. Everyone here visually belonged up here in Cloud City amongst the finest people. You were set with a bust that came to just barely below D-cup. Your butt was medium and shapely, like most. You were otherwise dainty and “lady-like” to the last inch of you.

The one downside to your life, which was seen more as interesting and unique, was that your suite was positioned dangerously close to an imperial station, usually with at least 15 troopers at a time. The only real issue was that you had to be careful when changing due to the several large windows in your apartment which were as transparent to the outside as it was on the inside. But the imperial station was a necessary decision made by the governor, as although not nearly as frequent, rebel attacks were still something worth looking out for.