Who and what are you?

Sith Lord Sish, Trandoshan

You might have many masters or causes, but when it is ground down properly, you serve one side alone. Which is it? The Sith Empire or the Galactic Republic?

The Sith Empire

What do you look like, and how are you dressed?

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I stand at 6ft 6in, with glossy green scales. My left arm is about two, three inches shorter than my right, a fond memory of my master. There are a few scars on my body, though they should be gone when I next shed. My eyes used to be a dark orange. Now, they're a yellow, a side affect 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.

Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?

People assume that the Dark Side is evil. Babies impaled upon spears. Civilians cut down in mad rages. While they are correct, they are also wrong. Those things can happen, those things probably have happened. But the Dark Side is not inherently evil. It is giving into emotions, being free. Utilizing the power given to us as it was meant to be, to command the herds of those weaker than us. The Jedi hide themselves from this power, fearing it and what it might do to them. Fearing freedom and utilizing logic when they should be governed by passion. Calm when they should use anger. Love when they should use hate. And because of this, they are weak. Easily deceived. Manipulated. Broken.

The Jedi lock away their emotions, thinking it makes them strong, fearing what the Dark Side can offer. They are wrong. It makes them weak. Emotions, all emotions, are what define us. Locking away some, or all, of them is unnatural, and foolish. Because of this, they will never know the fear of death, and will not fight as hard to avoid it. They will never know the anger, the grief, of seeing a friend fall in battle, and will not fight to avenge them. And if they do they fear it's touch, and shield themselves from it. And because of this they deny the truth of the Galaxy. The strong survive, and the weak die. It is not the destiny of those with power to protect those who cannot protect themselves. It is the destiny of the strong to rule the weak. They think they are different from us, calling themselves 'guides' and 'advisers'. In reality, they are almost like us. The strong ruling the weak, only we accept this fact, and they deny it. And because of this, they will die. They will suffer. Nothing can be too much for what they have done the Galaxy.

In short, I fight to free the Galaxy from the foolish ideals of the Jedi, so that it will stop being weak. I fight to strengthen it. I fight so that the law of the Strong Rule the Weak become Galaxy wide. I fight to make the Jedi pay for causing this weakness. To make them suffer. Weep. Die.

Do you have any skills that make you stand out from the crowd?

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. Of course, the infrared spectrum. It makes hiding from me hard indeed, as I can see heat signatures fairly easily.

How do you relate to everyone else? Do you have any friends, family, foes or subordinates among them?

Will update later.

What made you the person you are today? How did the past influence your present?

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 couldnt' 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, then 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. 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 pureblooded Sith, red tentacles on his face and all. His name was Shâsot Rather than killing me, 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. 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 a 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.

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. I did sense that her and her brother were both force sensitive. 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 she proved to be more of a fight. 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.

Now, what were 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?

Everyone has Flaw(s)...what are yours?

I believe I have already mentioned my force weaknesses and strengths. I'm also emotional. Even for the Sith. Anger, hate. I am not well versed in disguising them, and in this new challenge...it may prove my death. In case you haven't noticed, I am unreasonable, wrathful, sadistic even, when it comes to the Jedi. There is no punishment that is too cruel for them. The can never suffer enough. They will bleed for a galaxy they've brought to it's knees.

I am a Trandoshan. Even before I became a Sith Warrior, I preferred to handle my problems the direct route, rather than the roundabout way. Sadly, this cannot be the case in the politics of the Sith Ship I have found myself upon. I will be in uncertain waters, and unable to tell if I'm being manipulated or not. I'm afraid. I, the Sith Lord, am afraid. The Sith are emotional, but in our politics we are more apt to the Jedi, or droids. Cold, ruthless, efficient. I am illsuited for this type of battle. Not only that, I am bringing an apprentice who wants nothing more in this world than to kill me. But I will play their game. And I will prove that I am strong enough to survive in this new environment.

And if I die, so be it. The strong survive, and the weak die.

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?

Simple, Utilitarian. A tool for killing. Designed to be easily used by my three clawed fingers. A bronze color. Designed for a right hand than a left. I stripped it from my master's corpse.

If you wield a Lightsaber, which of the Seven combat forms has your order trained you in?

I am proficient in Form V Djem So.

Describe your preference in the use of the Force. Are you particularly talented in any one area? Do you have flaws in another? What are the limits on what you can or will do?

Combat. Force lightning, Force kill, force augmenting of my physical abilities, anything and everything that increases my ability to battle the Jedi I am proficient in. As such, it leaves more of the..subtle applications of the Force out of my reach. I can fill my enemies with fear, or terror and paralyze them for a short time, but I cannot mind control their decisions. If I wanted to get through a checkpoint with items my enemies were searching for, a couple of droids for example, I could not wave my hand and make them believe I didn't have the droids they wanted. I'd have to cut my way through and hope the droids come out alright.

As such, I cannot wield the Force in long or overly complicated uses. I can manipulate it in short bursts of physical augmentation or other short objects like choking or killing an opponent, or throwing them into and possibly through a pillar or using Force lightning. I'm also not for the delicate applications. Brute strength and straight power of the force. Nothing fancy. Simple and direct.