[hider=Sish] [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] [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] 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, 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, I have mastered the basics all Sith are taught. -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 Wookiees. 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 infrared spectrum, I have a keen sense of smell (able to smell a wookiee a week after it's left the area), my strength is only bested by a Wookiee 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. All of my robotics and replacements are enhanced by Sith Alchemy to both be more resistant to many things (natural elements, rusting, attacks, etc etc) and extremely tough to break. The teeth in particular are nigh indestructible (granted, not the point where my jaw will break if I clench them too hard) My robotic arm can spew flames, to replace the lightning I lost. I can also detach it if it ever is pinned or trapped. The various parts of my right arm and right chest that are cybernetic have compartments in them where I store weaponry. Slug weapons and spare lightsabers, stolen from fallen opponents. [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, 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 couple of 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. One was rather...insistent. Rather than lose all my Jagganth points to her, I agreed to go with her. She was dragging me back to one of the temples when we got hit by pirates. Humans. In the chaos I ran her through with my sword, then stabbed her a few more times to make sure she was dead. Offered them my services as a merc until I could get away from them. After that incident I stuck to the far Outer Rim and refused any job that had a Jedi on it, quitting any that had one appear. 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 for a search and destroy job when the Sith...'recruited' me. It was a simple job, shortly after I had killed the insistent Jedi. 3687 BBY. I was to go with a squad of Republic soldiers and investigate rumors of an unusually powerful force of pirates. No force users, just soldier to soldier combat. Kill all hostiles, etc. They didn’t have any other Republic soldiers nearby, so hiring a mercenary was the best way to pad their numbers without waiting and possibly letting the pirates escape before they could be slaughtered. 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. Poor Republic bastards. One of the first to die in a war that wouldn’t begin for several years. 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 force users 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 were skeptical, the numbers of the Jedi reported matching the number of corpses on the ground, and they hadn't sensed any others, 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 Wookiee in quite a few years and still had a while before I was supposed to be reporting success. My apprentice followed me to the Wookiee planet. I found her injured, with two dead Wookiees around her and another getting ready to kill her. I killed the surviving Wookiee, 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 Wookiees, 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. She hasn’t been my only apprentice, of course. Most are dead, but some are on their own missions. They’re the ones that either sought me out, I earned by killing their former masters, or were given to me as another impure. I am far more sure of their loyalties than I am of Jayda’s, allowing me to send them on missions without my oversight. 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 to Nyiss’ planet, 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. 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 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=Zanna] [h2] Technical data [/h2] [b] Name:[/b] Zanna [b] Species:[/b] Sith Pureblood [b] Age:[/b] 25 [b] Gender:[/b] Female [b] Faction:[/b] Sith Empire [b] Rank:[/b] Untitled 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] [hider=Appearance][img]http://orig09.deviantart.net/1bc1/f/2013/151/5/d/fa_starwars_fem_sith_pureblood_by_wespenfresser-d6776zy.jpg[/img][/hider] I stand at 5 feet 5 inches, with bright golden eyes typical of my race and hair as black as shadows, 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 finger, 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] (Zanna’s powers can be ranked in three categories. Weak, she can use it but only as a last resort as she’s not very good at it. Average, she’s not bad or particularly good at it. Strong, she’s very good at it and it’s one of her best abilities.) -I am strong in the basics of the Force all Sith are taught..(Strong) -Force fear, fear is a wonderful motivator of self survival instincts. (Strong) -Sith Alchemy, it is something I have studied for most of my life. I am very good at it. (Strong, particularly in the effects on and creations of inanimate objects) -Drain Knowledge, sometimes even I don't possess the patience to learn knowledge the easy way. (Weak. It takes a lot longer than she’d like) -Tutaminis(adv), I like to block blaster bolts before they hit me in the chest, even if I don't have my lightsaber.(Weak, she can block blaster shots but deflecting lightsabers would result in severe damage) -Protection Bubble, I have to remain stationary to keep this shield going around me or my opponent, and it is draining, but in desperate situations I can do it (Essentially Protection Bubble is a dome shield Zanna conjures through the Force that stops anything from entering it, as long as Zanna has the energy to keep it going). (Weak) -Force Slow, if I'm faster than them they can't hurt me. (Average) -Telekinetic Whirlwind, distance is best in combat. (Average) -Force Lightning, honestly is there a true Sith that [i]doesn't[/i] know how to use this? (Average) -Force Maelstorm, combining three different talents is extremely tiring, and takes time. Due to it being based on a Protection Bubble, I must be stationary (She casts Protection bubble, then starts drawing everything around her in a 5 yard radius towards her with Telekinesis, then as it's all floating around her she launches it all outward violently with Force Lightning aiding both it's velocity and damage) . (Average) [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. What the Force cannot do, my Alchemical skills will make up for. [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. Before I was taken to the Academy (at age 12), I was with my family. They disagreed with the way the Empire was heading heedlessly into war, the way it was brutally creating murderers and warriors rather than craftsmen and researchers. They felt that the Force was to be wielded like a scalpel and researched, not flailed about like a mace and used for purely power reasons. This stance made them rather unpopular, and they lost any protections their status as Purebloods gave them. (granted, it was voluntary. They left the Empire before I was born, heading to the outskirts of the Empire, just outside their borders) They did their best to keep my younger brother and I a secret. They still had enemies and rivals, even though they had withdrawn from the politics of the Empire. For twelve years they succeeded, beginning to teach me when I was six. The Force was meant to be researched, to be finessed, especially the Dark Side. Only fools flailed about with their negative emotions alone, hating and being angry at everything, especially their enemies and dubious allies. ‘An Alliance of Hatred is a fragile one at best, doomed to break apart. They are fools, Iunoks Chwuq. No group, no matter how large, can stand without trust.’ Those were just a few of the lessons I was taught. Cherished memories. It didn’t last, of course. Hatred is one of the few things that can burn forever and over any distance without losing any of it’s heat. It was a human Lord and his apprentice. I remember their filthy impure faces perfectly. The Lord had golden eyes, perfect teeth, flaming red hair, a chisled chin, and a slightly perfect nose. There was a scar going down the right side of his face. I assume he thought it dashing and roguish, given how obviously the rest of him was enhanced by surgery. The apprentice was much more plain. Crooked nose, brown eyes and brown hair. No scars though. They were here to both kill our parents and take us, turn us into the things we were raised to hate, that my parents hated. A last insult and revenge. My parents fought magnificently, but were overwhelmed. My brother and I were forcibly taken, our parent’s blood soaking the ground and our home burning behind us. Power is everything in this galaxy. Without it, you will simply be conquered by those who do have it. My brother was my first lesson in strength. He wasn’t strong enough for the Academy, and I watched out for him, protected him. The other students, and the Overseers, saw this and knew it to be a weakness. So they attacked us. Again, and again and again. I lost count of the beatings, the mockings, the defiance I spat back. Their ways were not our ways. Their brutality was not the way of the Dark Side. The [i]true[/i] Dark Side. Funnily enough, it wasn’t even our fellow students or the Overseers that did him in the end. I dragged him all the way to Acolytes, and a damn beast killed him. The weak die and trying to save them results only in your own pain and weakening. While most of my fellow students preferred to use their study of the nature of the Dark Side itself and it’s applications to make them more powerful, I was far more interested in using my studies to learn the of the effect 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. It’s also the safest way I can still continue my parent’s teaching. I continued to display an increased talent for using Force powers, and alchemy as I entered the Acolyte stage. Unfortunately, that also made my weakness in physical combat all that more apparent. Those bastards who only get enjoyment from setting up dramas among their charges, the Overseers, would spread rumors and rankle pride among my more idiotic or impure peers. Fools, all of them. Brutes would be convinced I was tearing them down. Idiotic girls, or boys, would be sure I was the reason their lovers left them, and so on so forth. I don’t remember how many eyes were blinded with powders, heads smashed against walls with the Force, or limbs broken with surgical precision. But for every victory, I had two defeats. For every time I was grinding my heel on my enemies neck, there were more times I was beaten into the ground, covered with bruises, and only barely saved by running away after a distraction arose (either caused by me or luck). Or, if I was particularly unfortunate and lost a task, brutally beaten or thrown around by the Overseers. They only tried to best me in the Force only once, and after I used Tuatminus to throw the Force back in their faces, I left those idiots crippled for life. Eventually, as my time as an Acolyte went on, it came down to another Acolyte being my main antagonist. He was a filthy impure human, of course. Fraste was his name. We were both the strongest in our class, that was undeniable. But I was stronger than him, and he hated for it. Who he hated, himself or me, I was unsure of. But he hated. I could feel it, like an oppressive darkness around him at all times. With a little nudging from the Overseers, as I despised them and their games and instead focused on researching in the forgotten ways of the Dark Side and it’s many applications, he began making moves against me. Turning our peers to hate me as well. He gained a following, and they made it their goal to ruin or kill me. Surprise beatings. Trying to sabotage my tasks. Releasing animals against me. So on so forth. The Overseers encouraged all of it. They wanted hatred, and they got it. Though it was quiet. Subtle. Only fools reveal their full strength before the time was right. When that time would come...that was the question. One thing was certain, I was not strong enough to win this war on my own, so I need allies. Or, more preferably, underlings. Despite my disgust of it, I had to play the Overseer’s game. So I started putting my social skills to work. I flattered, bullied, coerced, enraged, anything and everything to gain allies, loyalty, or at the very least lose an enemy. Slowly, the tide began to turn. I received less and less beatings, and retaliated more and more successfully. He began to lose his followers, while mine only grew. The despicable fools were drawn to power like insects to light, and my power was shining brighter than his. Finally our rivalry came to a bloody end. We were both tasked to some forgotten jungle on Dromund Kaas, where minor Sith had gone to recluse on with his holocron. The order was simple. The one who returned to the shuttle with the holocron won. The loser would be punished, as per usual. We raced off, heading through the jungle towards where the tomb was. We were neck and neck, as trying to trip each other up with the Force and physical contact failed, and we settled on trying to best one another. Reaching the site of the tomb at the same time, we both skidded to a stop. A Gundark. The bastards had released a Gundark in the tomb. A Burskan Gundark, thankfully. (as I figured I would be at odds with arena creatures frequently, I made a study of the most deadly and the most often used. The Gundark species were particularly interesting, if only because they were so viciously deadly.) I didn’t know if the Overseers were merely stupid for not just sending us towards an area with Gundarks already native to Dromund Kaas in it, or if they were testing our intelligence as well as our martial skills. Regardless, the thing was merely looking at us, it’s attention brought to us by our running. I began moving cautiously around it, looking for another way into the tomb. It would tear the two of us and our vibroswords apart. Fraste did the same. Either he had also studied them, or he was smart enough to know that if I was being cautious, there was a reason. We went our separate ways, each circling separate directions. I found a hole in the tomb, whether from nature or another holocron seeker, I didn’t know or care. Dropping into the tomb I carefully made my way through, feeling every inch of the way with the Force. I didn’t want to stumble upon a nasty surprise. It took a long while(for a minor Sith, he must have hoarded quite the pile of credits to afford a large tomb like this), but I managed to make my way to the center of the tomb. The good news was that the Holocron was right there. The bad news was that directly in front of it was a pile of soft things. Fur, silk, etc etc. The Gundark’s hoard. Lovely. Still, I could see the Holocron. I reached out with the Force, and carefully lifted it from it’s pedestal. Right then, as it was floating back to me, Fraste walked in from another entrance. He took one look at what I was doing, and knowing that I would win a struggle between our Force powers, did something very stupid. He threw his vibrosword at me. I dodged to the side, hissing as it sliced part of my arm, and then froze as I heard it clang against the wall behind me. Lumbering footsteps rapidly approached. I retreated farther into my entrance, hurriedly yanking the holocron towards me. Fraste moved equally hurriedly towards it, kicking the pile as he tried to snatch it before I could bring it to me. It was his last mistake. The Gundark walked into the room just as Fraste was in the middle of it’s hoard and with a terrible roar, it leapt at him. Lightning sparked from his terrified fingers, a last act of defiance, before the powerful limbs hands closed around him and ripped him limb from limb. I yanked the holocron into my hand and tried to run. The Gundark heard me and, tossing Fraste’s corpse away, followed. I couldn’t outrun it, and I certainly couldn’t outfight it. So I hurriedly ripped a large part of the silk clothing I was wearing and tossed my sword aside. Cautiously I held out the silk towards the Gundark while attempting to make myself look as unthreatening as possible. With snuffling breaths, raising my terror levels immensely, it hurriedly took the silk from me and lumbered away. I ran as fast as I could, the Force fueing my limbs and my terror fueling the Force, and made it back with the Holocron. With that, serious threats from my peers ended. The pureblood that would later become my master visited frequently. He would often watch during our alchemy and Force tests. I watched him whisper to our Overseer and have specific Acolytes pulled for tasks from him. It happened to me more and more often as I displayed my competence with the Force and alchemy. I wasn’t foolish. I knew what to do. Figured out what he liked in apprentices, and acted like it. Earned his favor. after the Academy I was given over to my old Master for training. It was...harsh. Brutal. Not physically, but mentally, especially when it came to using the force. Some of my fellow apprentices (My old master had a dozen) died from the training , even before we started trying to kill one another to be his favorite.. 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. Those who didn’t want to die got out of the way. Once I became the favored apprentice, my old master began teaching me his secrets. Information I didn't even have an inkling of he taught 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 my title was still that of Apprentice, I had surpassed my master in Force and Alchemical skill. 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. Officially, I’m on a mission from my Master to ‘learn as much as possible from other sources’. 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. Force Speed to help my flamboyant, by necessity, moves with the double bladed lightsaber. Force Whirlwind or Force Pushes and Pulls to control the movements of my opponents, and so on so forth. During combat I also employ various alchemical substances to aid me. Gas, acid, smoke, etc etc. I typically have various vials on my person, ready to be used. I have none right now, having left my labs behind. [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. (Other relationships will be available as Sith sheets are approved) [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, and being able to combine and manage multiple powers at once. [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. Beneath the shell that the Sith Academy forced her to craft there is resentment, hatred. The Sith took her away from her family. All of them. She hates what they’ve done but knows that without it she would be dead. They taught her the ways of Power, the Force, and Strength, but she hates for them for trying to tear away her last connection to her family;The training they gave.. Having left the Academy and her past years ago she is no longer sure who her hatred is directed at, but she knows it is always there, waiting to be drawn upon. She trusts no one that reminds her of those days (typically physical brutes, humans, and people who are sadistic for the sake of it) and would happily kill any and all of them. This resentment is buried deep within, however, and she often ignores it. This is also what drives her desperate desire to climb the Sith ranks, to become ever more powerful. The more power she has, the more the chances of that ever happening to her again decreases. [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. As a combination of this and her time getting brutally beaten in the Academy by her peers, Zanna has an intense fear of being beaten. If she is overpowered and helpless she might resort to a more animalistic survival state, seeking escape by any means necessary. 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. As mentioned in her personality, she irrationally distrusts if not outright despises people who remind her of the events leading her to and the events during her Academy days. (Brutish and/or Sadistic people and humans.) Given the brutal way the Sith took her family and forced her to shape as they desired, to chose power and strength over everything, and the six years of custom training her parents gave her, Zanna occasionally finds herself wondering what it would be like to have been trained by the Jedi rather than the Sith and if it is not better on their side. Having to never worry about your so called allies stabbing you in the back, your food being poisoned in the base supposed to be safe, to be constantly grabbing and clawing at power. She tells no one of these thoughts, and often immediately latches onto whatever is at hand to distract herself from those stray thoughts and pretend they never happened. [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. She’ll chat and dine and any number of things with the other Sith to get to know them better. 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. [b]Misc[/b]: Zanna still has a stuffed Bantha from her childhood, named Sosu. [/hider] [hider=Nazca] [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] [hider=Appearance][img]http://wallpaperforcomputer.net/uploads/posts/20130921/animated/fighting-with-knuckles.jpg[/img][/hider] 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. (Steel Grey eyes, reddish brown hair.) Yes, the armorweave is fused to my skin and the rings are fused to it.. 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.) Though, supposedly, [url=http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Force_shadow]the ability[/url] where every night I leave my body to walk around me is a force one. I can’t control it. It’s really annoying at times too. I’m tired from a long day of training and meditating and I just want the beautiful abyss of sleep but nooo I have to be awake and wandering around. I’ve tried to go back into my body. It doesn’t work. [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 all but the most state of the art locks, pick pockets of anyone provided they’re not focused on my hands (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 though the very perceptive will catch me,(incredibly useful for cheating at card games) and hack your droids without higher functions. Basic maintenance droids and the like. 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 very 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 wookiee 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 instance 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. I was watching when it happened, leaving my body while I was sleeping to watch as my father talked to the thugs. The next thing I knew, there was gun fire, my father was running into my room, jerking me back into my body, bloodied and injured, gathering me in his arms and struggling to get me to safety. 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 Wookiee, a Trandoshan, and a Gamorrean. You do not want to know the effort I put in in order to ensure that the Wookiee 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 Wookiee 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. I honestly think the only reason we lasted so long was because every night I would leave my body and begin to scout out the next target. 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 Wookiee 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 attached to my hands and arms (the rings wouldn't properly meld without armor weave on my arms). After I had screamed myself hoarse and passed out, they'd wake me up again. Nine times. They did that. Nine. 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. Truth or dare. Betting games. Hide an item and try to find it. Training if I’m really hard up for entertainment. 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. Torture is not something I can resist. So when they start cutting flesh, breaking bones, and vicious beatings I’ll be a sobbing wreck. Fun times right? [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 speed, 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. [s]Koren-My master...I guess? They didn’t really explain it well before throwing us together. (Koren is the one put in charge of Nazca, teaching her, guiding her, and keeping her out of trouble)[/s] Talon- She was the one who looked after me when I was in the street urching gang. She was younger than me, but looked after me like I was her sister. Kept me alive and relatively sane. I'm still upset she up and left, but we haven't had time to address that. Haven’t met any Sith, but they’re too much like the Hutts for my sake. Conniving, lying, bullying bastards. [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, speed, and agility based abilities of it. Provided she doesn’t die horribly, she could become a force to be reckoned with in terms of precision and finesse, rather than raw power. [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] Nazca is easily influenced by her emotions, most notably her concern for her friends and her hatred of the Hutts and anything like them. Playing upon them should be childs play for anyone with half a brain, be it drawing out her rage or making her complacent with threats to her friends. She’s not very resistant to pain or very good in a fight. Physical torture will be hard on her, and her mouth will likely make it far worse as she pisses her torturers off. If she’s ever backed into a corner anyone with either basic force training or basic combat training will have no problems dealing with her, especially considering that if she tries to punch something she'll break her fingers from the impact. Nazca hates having things taken out of her control. She doesn’t like having to be at the mercy at others and unable to affect anything. Thusly, being a prisoner and trapped is driving her up the wall. She has an intense phobia of being raped, the merest suggestion of her body being taken against her will enough to send her to the verge of panic. [h3] Is your character any good at holding out against torture? [/h3] Nope. Fortunately, she knows nothing. Physical torture would affect her badly, as her pain threshold is not very high. However, her need to spite her torturers will prevent it from being an effective way of turning her. Mental games, like convincing her that her actions are harming her friends or mocking her about her inability to do anything about the Hutts or her current situation is far more effective. Giving her impossible situations to win and telling her that if she fails something bad happens to her friends will affect her badly. As noted in her flaws, sexual torture or the merest suggestion of it would be extremely effective. [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. Having grown up as a street urchin in Nar Shadda after her family was killed in front of her, a cheerful personality was needed to both convince targets that she’s not robbing them and stop herself from sinking into despair. Her need for revenge against the Hutts is what primarily motivates her, though she does her best to hide it from the Jedi. She knows that they’ve already noted her extreme emotions, and desperately wishes to be avoid any further means they might take to help her move past her hatred. She doesn’t want to move on. She wants to go back and get revenge. She's extremely protective of her friends, desperate not to lose them like she's lost others. She’s also incredibly spiteful. By all rights, she should easily fall to the Sith and the dark side, given how determined she is to get revenge on the Hutts and how easily she’s influenced by her emotions. However, simply because they’re torturing her and her friends, she’ll spit in their faces and curse them to the end. Nazca is a bit of a control freak, disliking having it taken from her. She likes to be able to affect things, and hates being at the mercy of others, especially those she deems as enemies. [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. She’ll outright resist any attempts to free her if they try to free her. [h3] how easily do you wish to be captured? [/h3] Nazca should be child's play for anyone remotely skilled in the force. Her innate ability of Force shadow should be discovered fairly quickly, making her valuable to Nyiss. [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]