[hider=Sish] [hider=Appearance][img]http://orig07.deviantart.net/ea94/f/2014/239/d/4/imperial_assault_dxr_6_disruptor_rifle_by_christopherburdett-d7wvv6v.jpg[/img][/hider] [h2] Technical data [/h2] [b] Name:[/b] Sish [b] Species:[/b] Trandoshan [b] Age:[/b] 60 [b] Gender:[/b] Male [b] Faction:[/b] Sith Empire [b] Rank:[/b] Lord [b] Master: [/b] N/A [b] Former master(s):[/b] Belvarus Slakan (Deceased.) [h2] Concerning you [/h2] [h3] You are a Sith, but not every sith looks the same. Describe what you look like. [/h3] I stand at 6ft 6in, with dark green scales. My left arm is about two, three inches shorter than my right, a fond memory of my master. My right arm, right side of my face and mouth, parts of my chest, and parts of my right leg are all robotic. They're all top of the line, designed to resist various physical attacks and attacks from the Force. There are a few scars on my body, though they should be gone when I next shed. My remaining natural eye used to be a dark orange. Now, it's a yellow, a side effect of the Dark Side. My clothing is battle armor. Black padding with metal plates. Only my hands, feet, and head remain uncovered, the former two because they're more useful that way, the latter because of personal preference. It's not customized, other than the color. [h3] A Sith knows the ways of the Force. How do you prefer to use it? [/h3] -Basics Mastered, I'd be dead if I hadn't. -Crucitorn, while my own pain threshold is very high, even I possess limits. -Force lightning, it's somewhat iconic and undeniably effective. -Force Scream, an involuntary ability, but one I have. -Detoxify Poison, I am not blind to the favoured manner of Sith to kill other Sith. -Force drain, even I run out of energy. -Battle Meditation, an ability I learned to better help the troops on the frontline. -Force Rage, my rage is never far from reach, always waiting to be released. -Animal Friendship, Friendship is a cute way to describe 'brutally dominating and forcing to obey me through fear.' [h3] All obstacles have to be removed or overcome, so what skills do you possess to aid you? [/h3] Combat, obviously. One does not get Jagannath points by being scholarly. Before I joined the Sith, I was a mercenary wandering the Galaxy, with a taste for melee combat. That was enhanced and carried over when I joined and was trained by the Sith. I've fought a wide variety of opponents, from the dirtiest of Bounty Hunters to the most honorable of Wookies. Not to say I can't be surprised, but I've seen all the tricks, and can adapt accordingly. I know how to read body language, a very useful thing in a fight, and see what people are thinking when they’re mouths are saying something different. I've made a study of all the lightsaber forms. There's a list of what I've mastered, what I'm proficient in, and what I'm merely knowledgeable of. Physically I can see into the infared spectrum, I have a keen sense of smell (able to smell a wookie a week after it's left the area), my strength is only bested by a Wookie or those stronger than them, my robotics similarly enhanced to equal my strength. My robotics are all top of the line, designed and built with materials to resist all physical attacks, environmental damage, and Force attacks. My robotic eye can see into the infrared and has night vision. The steel teeth are all razor sharp, even better than my natural teeth for tearing into flesh. That's not even considering the fact that they can be filled with poison. My robotic arm can spew flames, to replace the lightning I lost. The various parts of my right arm and right chest that are cybernetic have compartments in them where I store weaponry. Slug weapons, blasters, and spare lightsabers, stolen from fallen opponents. My ear drums have been replaced by cybernetic ones, having been destroyed by a Tank exploding right next to me. They've been designed to block out specific frequencies, and can be turned up and down. [h3] Everyone has a past. What brought you here and what challenges did you have overcome to reach your current situation? [/h3] From birth, my life was one of combat and struggle. The earning of Jagannath points began early and never stopped. One of my siblings tried to kill me, and I ripped his throat out. Death was a daily part of my life, and I became numb to it quite quickly. The death of the Emperor would affect me about as much as the death of a bug. Most of my family is dead. Mother just disappeared, and I never saw her again. My father died protecting his ghrakhowsk. I killed my other siblings, or they would have tried to kill me, my Force Sensitivity allowing me to survive in situations where I should have been killed. The Strong Survive, the Weak Die. I left when I was adult age, twenty-five, in search of more Jagannath points, because I couldn't earn enough on Trandosha. Thus began my career as a Mercenary. I took jobs for the Hutts, the Galactic Republic, The Sith Empire, anyone who would pay well, I did a job for them. I avoided long term contracts. They bogged me down, and I preferred to earn my Jagannath points against a variety of opponents and prey. On the few times I was with a Jedi, they sensed my abilities, and tried to recruit me. I refused all. There were definitely not going to be any Jagannath points if I followed the peaceful route of the Jedi. Did it bother me when I fought and killed Republic soldiers? Not in the slightest. My planet was apart of it, but my allegiances were to the Scorekeeper. What mattered who won the war in this world when the Scorekeeper was awaiting me at death? And so, I did my job for a variety of people and governments, and I did it well. While I didn't exactly become infamous, I was usually sought after by a large amount of people for a variety of jobs. Ten years passed this way. The Galactic Republic had hired me when the Sith...'recruited' me. It was a simple job. Go with a squad of Republic soldiers and investigate rumors of Sith scouts. No force users, just soldier to soldier combat. Kill all hostiles, etc. Well...that didn't exactly happened. We walked into the bunker, a Mon Calamari in the lead. It was quiet, abnormally so. I saw their heat before they revealed themselves. They rose and before their lightsabers activated the Mon Calamari managed to shout 'It's a Trap!' He was cut down along with a host of others. The doors closed behind us, and the butchering began. It came down to a slaughter in close quarters. After all, what use was blasters in that death hole? Their use of the Force didn't help our chances either. For a few, long, hectic motions it became a whirring world of red light, flashing heat, screams, a few blaster shots, and blade upon lightsaber, Still, I held my own, even managing to wound one. That's partially what saved me from being executed. After my Trandoshan double-blade slashed across my assailants face, my arm was suddenly gone and I was thrown, pushed, without being touched into the nearby wall. I still had a hand on my double blade, however. As they began executing those that weren't already dead, I took more notice in their details, aside from the fact they were Sith and enemies. Most of the fighters had been young, and were speaking to others who stood off in the shadows in terms like 'master'. Apprentices then. Getting their first test. That's when I noticed there was quite a bit more dead Sith apprentices among the corpses of the Republic soldiers than there should have been. That didn't make sense. It was a bloodbath, a perfect victory. Why would there be their own dead amongst my former allies? That's when I noticed that all of the apprentices who had been killed weren't killed by blaster or sword. They were killed by lightsaber. So, the test wasn't to slay a group of Republic scum. It was to prove which of them was stronger. The Strong survive and the Weak die. Someone was approaching, apparently preparing to kill me. Judging from the wound across his face, this was the apprentice that I had wounded. He was making some arrogant statement about my death, presumably, and glancing off to his fellows. Arrogance I could take advantage of. Distraction I could to. Alone they possibly wouldn't work. Together though...perfect opportunity. He was only wearing robes, and the blade cut through them like they weren't even there. The surprise on his face was comical, before he slumped over. I shoved the blade through his throat just to make sure. And that's what got the attention of his, soon to be my, master. He was a pure-blooded Sith, red tentacles on his face and all. His name was Shâsot. Rather than killing me, he sensed I was gifted with the power of the force. Judging by how I had survived the massacre and killed his apprentice, I possessed some strength. But, of course, he had to see just how much. I remember trying to reach my blade to kill myself before his boot crashed on my skull and I lost consciousness. I couldn't be captured! All my Jagannath points would be reduced to zero! My life would be forfeit! Well, so much for that idea. I'll gloss over my..'trials'. Suffice to say, they were painful, brutal, and proved my strength to my master. By the time he was through, I was more than willing to accept his offer. My training was less painful, but no less brutal and no less proving my strength. I was not 'pure'. I was assumed to be weak then. This was soon dissuaded with the deaths of a few of those who thought I was weak enough to kill, quietly and with no connections to me of course. Twenty one years ago, My master was the first of those. We assaulted a group of Jedi. We won, and were separated from our forces. I sensed my opportunity. At long last, I could kill him. Prove my strength without a doubt. And, admittedly, get revenge for his zeroing of my Jagannath points and the 'trials'. I killed him because I was stronger, and he was weaker. I attacked him because it had been my life until he arrived. Being captured alive was a great shame to your average Trandoshan. I still hadn't lost that sense of shame. He wasn't unprepared, perhaps expecting it for years now. I didn't have the element of surprise, but I didn't want it either. The weak use surprise tactics. It was a brutal fight, but I prevailed in the end, separating his head from his shoulders with my remaining arm. He had cut it off during the battle and I only avoided being killed then and there through force lightning. He had also destroyed my lightsaber. Returning to our group, I spoke of a surviving Jedi Master. They didn't believe it, and muttered darkly about it, as all the Jedi who were in the group were accounted for, but they didn't dare challenge me. I had proven my strength, and they were to weak to kill me. Though, prejudices run deep in the Empire, and I'm always considered 'inferior' by most who first meet me or haven't heard of me. Since that day I've been in battle after battle. Frontline after Frontline. I earned the respect and loyalty of all the soldiers by saving them and defending them. Other Sith would run when the battles went the other way. Leaving the soldiers behind to die. I returned to save them, protect them. This war would not be won if they died. Through this I earned their loyalty. I earned their respect. I gathered my 'powerbase' as the other Lords call it. Unfortunately, my 'powerbase' cannot help me now. They're all on the frontlines, where they belong, and I'm here. My last battle before I met my apprentice, I fought the now Battlemaster Fa in a battle that should have gone the Empire's way. She appeared, and turned the tide. In our resulting duel, I was left with my injuries that put the cybernetics you see on me now. After spending about twenty or so years mastering the Form V(which my master had taught me) and Form VI(which I learned at my own discretion) lightsaber forms and combat in general and fighting in the war, I met my apprentice for the first time on her home planet. It was a subtle mission, to kill a Jedi, and I largely kept my identity as Sith Warrior a secret. When I did finally meet my apprentice,I sensed that her and her brother were both force sensitive, not the Jedi I was looking for, but interesting nonetheless. The latter apparently a renowned warrior. Of course, even though I didn't worship the Scorekeeper anymore, I still couldn't resist the challenge. Turns out, he wasn't. The Jedi found me over the corpse, and he proved to be more of a fight. After killing him, my apprentice found me over both bodies. I threw her out the window in contempt. I thought she had died, and was leaving for Kashyyyk, as I hadn't killed a Wookie in quite a few years and still had a while before reporting success. My apprentice followed me to the Wookie planet. I found her injured, with two dead Wookies around her and another getting ready to kill her. I killed the surviving Wookie, and rather than thank me, she tried to attack me, screaming some nonsense about her brother. It was short fight, ending with her unconscious, but not dead. She was strong, that was certain. Following me across the Galaxy, surviving the forest floor of Kashyyyk, slaying two Wookies, and then still trying to kill me. But, I had to find out if she was strong enough to be a Sith. The 'trials' began again, only the roles were reversed. As soon as I had determined she was indeed strong enough to be my apprentice, I made an offer. At first she refused. So I tried to break her, make her agree, as my master had done with me. That didn't work, and it soon became clear I would kill her before I would break her. So, I tried a different tactic. What did she want with all of her emotion and life in her? My death. So, I used this fact. She couldn't kill me as she was right now, and I was offering the chance for her to gain the power necessary to do so. The Jedi wouldn't allow her to have her vengeance. The other Sith would slay her for not being Pure. I was her only chance. Clearly, that worked. As I had been doing my entire career with the Sith, I carried her from frontline to frontline. We fought and killed for the Empire, fighting the forces of the Republic until we received a mission from Nyiss herself. Coruscant was to be attacked. Now, what are we, a Sith Warrior Lord and his apprentice, doing torturing and question and turning young Jedi? We were apart of the invasion force. The reason my apprentice and I are on this ship is twofold. We're heading back to Korriban, to continue her training. Also, I sense she's not entirely assured of the rightness of our path, of the Dark Side. She could waver. She could be weak and turn back to the way of the Jedi. If she is, I'll have to kill her of course. But, there is no way to know that without a test. And what better way to test than the torturing of those her age or younger? Will she stay strong? Or will she be weak, pathetic and show sympathy to the maggots that are bringing about the death of a galaxy? [h3] We all learn about lightsaber combat, so what form(s) and skills in fighting have you found reasonable to learn? [/h3] Form I Shii-Cho: Proficient. I am skilled in it. Form II Makashi: Knowledgeable. I do not possess the finesse or fine control to do the movements and finesse strikes, but I do know it's skills and style. I can counter it. Form III Soresu: Proficient. I do not like playing defensive, but I can. Form IV Ataru: Knowledgeable. I am not meant for flipping about or their fancy moves. But I do know how they fight and can correctly adjust. Form V Shien/Djem So: Mastered. I have Mastered both Variants, though I prefer Djem So. Form VI Niman: Proficient. I am not skilled in using the Force in combat the ways Niman requires, but I can. Form VII Juyo: Mastered. I have mastered this vicious, emotional, random attacks. [h3] How do you relate to the other characters and how do you see them? [/h3] Jayda is my wavering apprentice, who I have yet to see what she'll do. Arken is my other apprentice. Far less unsure of her side. Zanna is a scheming weakling, one who was in my way for too long when I was in a bad mood. Fa is a worthy opponent, the one who took my arm and most of my face. Nyiss is the Darth. One to be feared and respected. The rest I don't know enough to make more than generalizations about. Weak Jedi, conniving Sith. [h2] Out of Character [/h2] [h3] How powerful is (s)he in the Force? [/h3] Sish is a powerful Lord of the Sith, specializing in the vicious, broad, combative uses of the Force. [h3] Has your character encountered members of the other factions before? [/h3] Fa, in the battle that made her a Battlemaster. TBD if he has met any others. [h3] What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her? [/h3] Sish is extremely loyal to the Empire. He's one of the few Sith who will put the Empire's victory over his own goals, and despises the politics the other Sith engage in. If he can, he avoids it. He's driven by the need to find worthy opponents, and to slay the Jedi, as he views that they are a blight upon the Galaxy, weakening the natural order. He's a vicious monster, but he's a vicious monster who is at the beck and call of the Empire. [h3] Nobody with any sort of wisdom wants to speak of their flaws. Especially not to their enemies, so what are your character’s flaws? [/h3] Sish has no combat weaknesses (Not to say that he's unbeatable in a fight, just that there are no major combat weaknesses that can be exploited. He can still be bested by superior numbers, better tactics, etc etc) because he has no political strengths. He's a soldier and is not at all interested in the politics that the other Sith will engage in. This means he's bad a lying, bad at detecting lies (unless he's known you for a long time, as in Jayda's case). He can be manipulated more easily than the other Sith. He doesn't do manipulations himself. If he needs someone to do something, he'll ask/command or do it himself. [h3] Sith tend to be loners who don’t seek to interact with other Sith except when it is business. What will cause your character to initiate interactions with the other Sith? [/h3] Sish will go to other Sith when he needs help torturing Jedi or procuring items to train his apprentice and torture Jedi. He, wisely, doesn’t go seeking the other Sith unduly as it always ends in trouble. [h3] Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character? [/h3] So long as it's not 'and then they forced feces down his throat' I'm pretty much okay with everything. [h3] How would your character go about trying to turn Jedi? [/h3] Give them something to hate. Give them something to despise. And make them see that without using that hate, that anger, they'll never beat him. Never be free. Sish is going to make the Jedi hate him, and he is going to make the Jedi use that hate to beat him. [h3] The Jedi can take prisoners too. Is your character eligible for captivity? [/h3] Of course! Sish needs someone to debate with. [h3] What ideas would you like to try or accomplish with your PC in the IC?[/h3] Sish, to be honest, is just a character I want to use to push the prisoners to their limit and potentially break them through physical, sadistic, torture. Sish is going to die this RP. If he gets what he wants, Jayda will kill him. If he doesn't, someone else will, or maybe Jayda will still kill him. Perhaps someone will use him to further their plots. Perhaps not. We'll have to see. [/hider] [hider=Nazca] [hider=Appearance][img]http://wallpaperforcomputer.net/uploads/posts/20130921/animated/fighting-with-knuckles.jpg[/img][/hider] [h2] Technical data [/h2] [b] Name:[/b] Nazca Barsavi [b] Species:[/b] Human [b] Age:[/b] 21 [b] Gender:[/b] Female [b] Faction:[/b] Jedi Order [b] Rank:[/b] Youngling [b] Master:[/b] N/A [b] Former master(s):[/b] N/A [b] Time/location of capture:[/b] Sacking of Coruscant, Time unknown. [h2] Concerning you [/h2] [h3] As a prisoner, your wardrobe is limited. When you were captured, how do you look and what clothes do you have on now? [/h3] Beat up. I'm not sure the full extent of my injuries (to be decided IC), but I did not go quietly. They left me in my padawan robes, but did a stellar job of searching me. All of my little hidden things are gone. Bastards. I stand at 5 feet 7 inches and I weigh about 145lbs. The rest you have a picture for. (Blue eyes, reddish brown hair.) Yes, the rings are fused to my skin. They were supposed to be removed a week after the date of the Sacking but, well, you see what happened. [h3] You got captured. Did you make any mistakes that led to this, or were others at fault? [/h3] It was my fault. I just [i]haaaad[/i] to be the protective one. Couldn't have left the younglings to their fate, no, that would have been [i]sensible.[/i] (She's going to be caught protecting younglings, but who and how is up to IC) [h3] The Force is your ally. How do you use it? [/h3] Pfffffffft. I don't. I can't even lift a pebble. (Nazca is fairly unaware of her abilities in the Force, as they've primarily manifested in physical agility, speed, and luck, and her main knowledge of it comes from Nar Shadda stories of the flashy stuff. You know, piledriving entire ships, force choking entire armies, so on so forth. At times she's been able to jump higher and run faster than normal, been missed by a patrol when she should have been seen, or managed to catch something she dropped before it alerted the guards, so on so forth.) [h3] Having the Force did not keep you safe. What other skills can help you escape? [/h3] Hmmm *clinks rings together before shrugging.* No use in lying. Criminally, I can hack most locks, pick pockets (though I'm no where good as I used to be, thanks to my permanent fashion statement), I'm fairly good at slight of hand(incredibly useful for cheating at card games) and hack your basic droids. Non criminally...okay, most of these are used for criminal activities. What can I say? I lived on Nar Shaddaa for most of my life. Anyways, I've exceptionally good memory. If I can remember small details on Nar Shaddaa, I can remember which way I'm dragged through a hallway. A Sith's face. Maybe a slight habit or addiction they have. Who knows what usefulness I'll find out while being a prisoner. I'm a good actor too. Give me time and resources and I can create a character and make you believe their real. Or I can make someone believe I'm dying, injured, happy, sad...the list goes on. I'm also pretty damn great at using the environment to my advantage, and moving through it fairly quickly, even if it's a surprise change. Sudden car? Over we go! Guards? Around or under, whichever is faster. And so on so forth. (She's agile. Free running, parkour, whatever you wanna call it. She's good at getting through crowded spaces quickly.) Oh! I can also speak a variety of languages, the most impressive being wookie and Gamorrean. Do you know how damn hard those things are to learn? Very! Never say 'Oink' to a Gamorrean. Unless you want to piss him off so bad you have to kill him, that is. Of course, seeing as my vocal chords can't actually make some of their sounds, it's a simple language, but the message gets across. Two other languages whose sounds I can actually make are Ul'Zabrak and Mando'a. Most of the above abilities I learned while I was a street urchin and beyond, pretty much up until the point where I was captured. It's a hard life in Nar Shadda. But the languages I started learning with, and at the instince of, my mother and continued it on long after her death. It was a way to stay connected to her. [h3] What was your life like before you got captured? Which major events shaped your life? [/h3] I was born to Nar Shaddaa, that lovable cesspool of corruption, crime, and death. Most of those who are not of Nar Shaddaa, and some of those who are, consider it a damned place. A place where only criminals thrive, and any notion of kindess, generosity, or hope is crushed. The people there, they think, are ruthless, brutal, and vile. Well, fuck what the offworlders think. Nar Shaddaa is my home. They are right to think that it is a damned place, and they are right to [i]know[/i] that only criminals thrive. But they are wrong to think it a place where betrayal happens daily, hope is gone, and the only thoughts on its inhabitants' minds are survival and greed. There are families who care about each other, no matter the flaws. There are mercenaries and thieves with morals and lines they won't cross. The bonds of brotherhood are not limited to soldiers or Jedi. We risk our lives for each other, we die for our brothers and sisters. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Where was I...born on Nar Shaddaa. My father was a barkeep, my mother died while in childbirth with me, and he never spoke of her. From what pictures I managed to sneak glimpses of while he was asleep, or busy, she was a woman familiar with violence. The scars told me that. I suspect she was ex-military, judging from a blaster I found with her name carved into it. I lived as good a life as a noncriminal in Nar Shaddaa could, before it all exploded around me. You see, the Hutts found out that my father was one of the few businesses that didn't pay tribute to them. They didn't appreciate that, so they sent a few thugs to get the tribute. My father was the proudest man you could ever meet. He refused. Rudely. The next thing I knew, there was gun fire, my father was running into my room, bloodied and injured, he threw me out my window with nothing more than 'Nazca, I love you!'. I fell into a garbage bin beneath my window, and then the shop kind of...exploded. That was it. My entire life, exploded in front of my eyes. I was 8 years old. I did what you'd expect a kid to do. I panicked, sobbed, and screamed. What really happened is kind of blurry in my memory, but I remember ending up being taken in by a street urchin gang after that time. I learned how to survive and the value of having people watching your back. Most of my skills I have now came from that time. They paid tribute to the Hutts, of course. Everyone does. 10 years passed by and I kept to myself, keeping to the code the street urchin's taught me. Keep your head down, do as the Hutts say, and don't cause trouble. But I couldn't let the knowledge that the Hutts had killed my family slip away, unchallenged and unpunished. Eventually I left them and started my own little crime syndicate. It took me another 2 years to become an actual problem for the Hutts. You don't just start challenging one of the most powerful crime families on Nar Shaddaa the instant you decide you want to. 2 years of deals, negotiations, favor for favor, starting attacking the Hutts resources, and then slowly building up till I was an actual threat. I attracted quite the motely group. There were Zabraks, humans Twileks, and most impressively, a Wookie, a Trandoshan, and a Gamorrean. You do not want to know the effort I put in inorder to ensure that the Wookie and the Trandoshan didn't kill each other, and the Gamorrean didn't kill anyone on our side. They, being the people who joined my little syndicate, came from various occupations. Bounty hunters, ex mercenaries, muscle for gangs, dancers, pick pockets and con men. Don't get me wrong, the only thing we had in common was that we wanted to make the Hutts pay for what they had done to us. A Zabrak had lost her husband, the one she had bonded with, to the Hutts. The Wookie had failed to protect someone he had sworn a life debt too from the Hutts. The Hutts had cost the Trandoshan all his Jagganth points. The Gamorrean had been told 'Oink' by the Hutts represenatives, and they didn't kill him, only incapacitated him and threw him out. A Mandalorian who lost his family and clan to the Hutts. We weren't together because of a sense of 'justice' or 'wanting to change the crime in Nar Shaddaa'. We wanted blood, pure and simple. Of course, it didn't last. We finally became enough of a problem that the Hutts couldn't just send their thugs after us. Every other time had only resulted in the thug's heads being sent back to the local Hutt boss, and us growing bolder. We grew too cocky, too sure of ourselves, and those fat fucking slugs made us pay for it. One piece of false information, and one rat in our group. That's all it took for them to neatly trap us and eliminate us. When I say 'neatly' I mean in the most brutal and bloody way imaginable. Half of us went to hit this Hutt warehouse we heard was undermanned. The rest stayed behind to rest, prepare, or just do whatever the hell they wanted. I stayed behind. I had no combat skills. I knew it, everyone else knew it too. The Wookie and the Mandalorian were experienced and respected enough to lead the attack. So, I have no idea what actually happened there. Other than what the Hutt's men told me, and I can't very well trust the word of [i]those[/i] bastards can I? At our base, it was a blood bath. A large group of Mercs(a couple mandalorians, humans, I think I even saw a Jawa) kicked down the door and started killing everything that fucking moved. I reacted quickly, screaming for everyone to scatter and go to the predetermined meeting places. That didn't work as they had all the exits covered. It was a fight to the death. The Gamorrean did good for himself. He charged straight into them, heedless of all the blaster wounds he was taking and just started swining his axe. A good half dozen of them went down before a vibrosword went through his neck. I think I saw a smile on his face, in the end. The Trandoshan just scared me. When he couldn't use his blaster rifle any more, breaking it over a Merc's head, he went in with nothing more than his claws. Have you ever seen a giant lizard use a broken Madalorian body to beat more Mercs? I have. He was turned into a fine red mist when one of them threw a grenade at his feet and he didn't notice. Out of everyone, the Hutts wanted me spared. I had made myself the clear leader before, in clear view of their surveillance videos. So when I tried to fight, the Merc's didn't kill me. Rather, the one I fired at simply closed in quickly and clubbed me with the stock of his rifle. Bastard. I had a headache for hours after waking up. If you think I was lucky enough to be unconscious when they gave me my rings, you think too highly of the Hutts. They woke me up, restrained and groggy, just so I could feel the pain of having metal rings melded to my hands. After I had screamed myself hoarse and passed out, they'd wake me up again. Eight times. They did that. Eight. Fucking. Times. I was given a week or so to recover. After all, they didn't want me to die [i]too[/i] quickly. Then they threw me in one of their arenas. Bastards didn't even have the decency to make it a hidden one, so sure were they that all of my former comrades were dead. Well, they were right, but they still should have put me in an underground one. You'll know why soon enough. I was to fight against a Zabrak, they told me. Not good. Even if he didn't have more combat experience than I did, he was stronger, more pain tolerant, faster, and just plain [i]better[/i] than me. As I walked into that cage, hearing the screams and howls of the crowd, I knew I was going to die. Painfully. He had the look of an experienced killer. You know, dead eyes, scars, relaxed stance. And knowing the Hutts, I guessed he was going to kill me slowly. As his fist moved impossibly fast and crashed into my stomach, making me vomit up whatever gruel the Hutts gave me, my guess was proven right. I'll spare you the details of what happened for a while in that cage. Lets just say it was painful, and I remained cruelly conscious throughout the whole thing. Then, something remarkable happened. A Jedi cut through the cage, sent my Zabrak abuser through the hole he made with a flick of his wrist, and then took me away from Nar Shaddaa. Okay, it didn't go quite that smoothly, there was a lot more running, blaster fire deflecting, and fighting, but that was the gist of it. He took me to his ship, explained that he had found me through sensing my Force capabilities, and he was taking me to Coruscant so my actual skill level can be determined. That was a month ago, they had decided I had enough Force power to bother training, and now I'm a prisoner on a Sith base, waiting to be torture. [h3] How do you keep yourself calm in captivity? How do you keep your will to escape strong? [/h3] Games mostly. If they won't give us actual games, Pazaak, holochess, and the like, we'll have to entertain ourselves with other games. Won't be hard. Grew up on the streets of Nar Shadda. Sure as shit aren't any patented toys there. And just between you and me, hatred is a good way to keep going as well. [h3] How well do you hold up under pressure? Do you have a high pain threshold? [/h3] Pressure? I hold up under that great! Can't be a thief and not be able to. Talking my way out of guns held to my head, managing to hold my ground and not move when a guard was less than five feet from my hiding place in the shadows, carefully disarming a self-destruct I accidentally set off without panicking, so on so forth. Pain...less so. It's so low as to be nonexistent on a useful level. I mean, I can take a scratch and some bruises without sobbing but what we're going to be going through....no. Lots of sobbing. [h3] Lightsabers. Though you lost yours, it would be good to know what style(s) you use. [/h3] Don't have one! *Smiles cheekily.* (She received basic training in Shii-Cho, and has a noted aptitude and preference for agility and finesse over everything else) [h3] Have you encountered other prisoners or Sith in the past? [/h3] Xid-Friend. Met him during my early days in the temple. Funny story about that actually. He had left something shiny out and I helped myself to it. To make a long story short his annoying little robot found me and alerted him. I came back to chat and we became friends. Shiri-Kindred souls and all that. While not Nar Shadda ilk, she's more like me than most. Koren-My master...I guess? They didn’t really explain it well. [h2] Out of Character [/h2] [h3] How powerful is (s)he in the Force? [/h3] She's basically a normal person. SHe has no force training, but her potential lies towards the more finesse and agile abilities of it. [h3] Has your character encountered members of the Strike Team / Rescuers before? [/h3] No. [h3] Nobody with any sort of wisdom wants to speak of their flaws. Especially not to their enemies, so what are your character’s flaws? [/h3] Easily influenced by her emotions, seeking revenge on the Hutts, overly and obviously protective of her allies, and terrible at fighting.. [h3] Is your character any good at holding out against torture? [/h3] Nope. Fortunately, she knows nothing. [h3] What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her? [/h3] As I'm sure you've noticed, Nazca seems to thrive on being obnoxious. If she's annoying you and she doesn't like or know you, she's having fun. Other than that,Nazca is generally cheerful and friendly, if vulgar. Her need for revenge against the Hutts is what primarily motivates her, though she does her best to hide it from the Jedi. She's extremely protective of her friends, desperate not to lose them like she's lost others. [h3] Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character? [/h3] I imagine there are [i]some[/i] things I'd say no too, but unless I say no, assume it's okay. [h3] Do you want your character to escape? [/h3] Not if she's part of Nyiss's experiment again. [h3] how easily do you wish to be captured? [/h3] Nazca should be child's play for anyone remotely skilled in the force. [h3] What do you think your character is doing in a few IC months? [/h3] Either training with her Sith Master or playing a game she managed to convince the Sith to give them with another prisoner while she tries to deal with whatever the hell Nyiss did to her. [/hider] [hider=Zanna] [hider=Appearance][img]http://orig09.deviantart.net/1bc1/f/2013/151/5/d/fa_starwars_fem_sith_pureblood_by_wespenfresser-d6776zy.jpg[/img][/hider] [h2] Technical data [/h2] [b] Name:[/b] Zanna [b] Species:[/b] Sith Pureblood [b] Age:[/b] 26 [b] Gender:[/b] Female [b] Faction:[/b] Sith Empire [b] Rank:[/b] Apprentice [b] Master: [/b] N/A [b] Former master(s):[/b] Delarus Surn. [h2] Concerning you [/h2] [h3] You are a Sith, but not every sith looks the same. Describe what you look like. [/h3] I stand at 5 feet 5 inches, and can usually be seen wearing form fitting black clothes and my Sith robes. In addition to the jewelry you see on my face I wear two rings on each hand, one on the index and one on the ring finger. I have a scar going down the right side of my face from the bottom of my eye to my jaw. The palms of my hands are covered in old burn scars. [h3] A Sith knows the ways of the Force. How do you prefer to use it? [/h3] -Force slow, if they're not faster than me they can't kill me. -Force fear, fear is a wonderful motivator of self survival instincts. -Sith Alchemy, it is something I have studied for most of my life. I am very good at it. -Drain Knowledge, sometimes even I don't possess the patience to learn knowledge the easy way. -Tutaminis(adv), I like to block blaster bolts before they hit me in the chest, even if I don't have my lightsaber. -Force Lightning, honestly is there a true Sith that [i]doesn't[/i] know how to use this? [h3] All obstacles have to be removed or overcome, so what skills do you possess to aid you? [/h3] Alchemy and the Force are my two strongest skills. Making up for my lacking combat talents. It is because all the time I could have spent training my lightsaber forms, I spent straining my Force skills, mastering the basics quickly. And as my previous master was an Alchemist, I learned most of his skills and expanded upon my already considerable talents. I'm very good at the game we Sith play amongst ourselves. I say game, even though it's at times more lethal than the battlefield. Certainly, it's more ruthless. But I'm skilled at hiding my true intentions, misleading others, etc. [h3] Everyone has a past. What brought you here and what challenges did you have overcome to reach your current situation? [/h3] I was born in the Sith Empire, to the remnants Kissai caste. The Dark Side of the Force was in my blood, and from a young age I studied it and the practical uses of Alchemy. While most of my fellow students preferred to study the nature of the Dark Side itself, I was far more interested in learning of the affect of the Dark Side, or alchemy, on the mind. Could it break people's minds? Could we use it to force false memories onto people? Could it even be used to corrupt their perception of reality? That's what set me on the track I am today. Studying the affects of the Force on the minds of sentient beings, and how it could be used. I've already developed a method of breaking into someone's mind and reliving the memories they are reliving, seeing what their mind is conjuring. It's...fascinating. Soon, I was discovered to be force ensitive, and shipped off to the Korriban academy to learn how to be a Sith. I displayed a talent for using Force powers, and was soon given over to an Inquisitor for training. It was...harsh. Brutal. Not physically, but mentally, especially when it came to using the force. Some of my fellow apprentices died from the training , even before the cut throat murder to be the 'one' the master delivered all of his secrets to began. I nearly died when this began, poisons being cured just in time, fighting off the mental attacks of my fellows. I always responded in kind and I always was victorious in the end. Of course, this could never be proven, but there was no doubt in anyone's mind. I was the strongest. I was the most determined. I deserved the secrets our master could deliver. And deliver he did. Information I didn't even know of he delivered to me, and I was grateful. It's why he's still alive. He's the reason I've gotten as far as I have and he's realized that his life was worth much more than trying to kill me. So, my studies began in earnest, and while I could still be technically considered an apprentice, I surpassed my master and I am now looking to further increase my powers. That's partly why I'm here, to garner Darth Nyiss's favor and become her apprentice, while also helping her with her experiments. My skills, and experiments, in the area of mental manipulation and essentially torture reaching even her ears. I will become her apprentice, even if I have to poison and kill all of those who would get in my way. [h3] We all learn about lightsaber combat, so what form(s) and skills in fighting have you found reasonable to learn? [/h3] I am proficient in form VI Niman. Just enough to avoid being killed by your average thug or adept. [h3] How do you relate to the other characters and how do you see them? [/h3] Lord Sish is a brute and a fool, the one who gave me my scar. His apprentice is far more interesting. Such hatred can easily be turned. [h2] Out of Character [/h2] [h3] How powerful is (s)he in the Force? [/h3] Zanna is [s]powerful enough to rival the Darth herself[/s] average in the Force for her race and rank. Not insanely talented, but neither is she surprisingly weak. Her true skills lie in finesse and gentle touches of it. [h3] Has your character encountered members of the other factions before? [/h3] No. [h3] What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her? [/h3] Ambitious. That would be the one word to describe her. She wants to be more than just a Sith. She wants to be more than a Lord. She wants power. And if that power comes with enemies, so be it. Enemies can be slain or subjugated. Ruthless, Driven. Both are also accurate words to describe her. Also paranoid and arrogant. Unsurprising, given her upbringing. [h3] Nobody with any sort of wisdom wants to speak of their flaws. Especially not to their enemies, so what are your character’s flaws? [/h3] Zanna is terrible at fighting. She can kill a thug or an adept, but anyone remotely proficient in combat and able to nullify her Force abilities will find that she's not a threat at all. She's also terribly arrogant. She'll underestimate non-purebloods and Jedi, but only once. She isn't stupid. Going hand in hand with that is her paranoia. She automatically assumes that, unless they're securely under her thumb, whoever is around her is an enemy. Even if she has them under control she still doesn't fully trust them. This, of course, leads to her seeing everyone as a threat even when they aren’t which could lead to rash decisions. [h3] SIth tend to be loners who don’t seek to interact with other Sith except when it is business. What will cause your character to initiate interactions with the other Sith? [/h3] Zanna is a social Sith, though only because she wants to get a feel of those around her. It's best to know your enemies before making a move against them. [h3] Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character? [/h3] There's probably something, but I haven't thought of it. Unless I say otherwise, assume everything is a go. [h3] How would your character go about trying to turn Jedi? [/h3] Drugs and the Force to play upon their emotions and make them question their creed. Nothing physical. Zanna detests physical torture. [h3] The Jedi can take prisoners too. Is your character eligible for captivity? [/h3] Of course! If they play their cards right, they may even turn her. [h3] What ideas would you like to try or accomplish with your PC in the IC?[/h3] Drug induced romances, is a bad thing really that bad if both parties are in love? Emotional play upon the Jedi and others. Basically a lot of mind games if I can get them to go properly. [/hider]