new, more proper version of the sheet. roughly 177% of the length of the first draft. [hider=Anila Janren] [hider=image][img]https://pre00.deviantart.net/7ded/th/pre/f/2010/100/3/3/sith_revenge_by_dolphinboy2000.jpg[/img][/hider] [b]Name:[/b] Anila Janren [b]Age:[/b] 29 [b]Class:[/b] Sith Inquisitor [b]Home Planet:[/b] Bosthirda [b]Species:[/b] Imperial Human [b]Hair color:[/b] Black, generally tied up. [b]Height:[/b] 147.3 cm [b]Weight:[/b] 41.027 kg [hr] [b]Appearance:[/b] If you are to describe Inquisitor Anila Janren in one word, the word that would come first to many is [i]diminutive[/i]. In the minds of the many, powerful Sith and Jedi tower over the battlefield, not just figuratively, but also literally, but only the former is true for Anila. From head to toe, she stands only 147.3 cm tall, and she weighs no more than about 41 kg, making her almost childlike in size, albeit not in appearance. The mature lines of her face and body, combined with the wisdom of many years in her eyes proves that she is not even close to childlike. However much she has the experience that comes with decades of training, she is nonetheless incapable of great feats of strength the way Wookiees, Trandoshans and even larger humans can achieve. For situations demanding that Anila moves large and/or heavy objects, she is reliant upon the Force, with which she is intimately familiar. When expecting battle, she is not above wearing body armor, though she naturally prefers the kind that is relatively light and mobile over heavy plate. When in private and not expecting company—or when recording reports for her superiors in the Empire—she wears the clothes she would have worn if still in the empire: Black and crimson robes, emblazoned with ancient Sith sigils. However, neither of those types of clothing are appropriate most of the time. When out among people and not intending to wade into battle, she will typically wear clothes that let her blend in, that make people either ignore her, or respect her. [h3]Personality:[/h3] Talkative is not a word that most who think they know Anila would use to describe her. In fact, she is anything but talkative, even to those rare individuals who actually do know her. Most know her to be meticulous, careful and intelligent, if a bit socially awkward. No matter how much time she spends there, she will never truly feel comfortable in the Galactic Republic. She knows the hatred the Jedi have for her kind far too well for that, and the lack of a properly functional judicial system is just [i]wrong[/i]. She rarely remains angry at someone—other than jedi, of course—for long, preferring swift revenge or even the occasional forgiveness if the failure was not the fault of the one who failed. However, if someone proves sufficient trouble for her, nothing will stop her relentless thirst for revenge. When she has people who answer to her—minions, essentially—she is not careless with them, though they generally do not matter much to her, but neither is she broken down if they die. Sometimes, a task will mean someone’s death, other times they will live and be available for use in the future. It is all part of the job. She is pragmatic like that. At all times she seeks to increase her own power, be it through influence, training, study or artifacts. She is at least as relentless in her desire for more power as she is when on the path of revenge. [h3]History:[/h3] [hider=imperial life]The story of Anila Janren starts deep in the hidden Sith Empire, beyond the borders of the Galactic Republic. She was born on one of the numerous worlds settled by the surviving Sith in the years following the Sith Holocaust. The exact name of the world of her birth is largely irrelevant, for she did not reside there long. She was no more than a few years old when her Force sensitivity was confirmed and her fate as one of the Sith sealed. Soon after, she became a Youngling Neophyte within the Sith Academy on Dromund Kaas. Her training was strict, bordering on harsh, but never brutal. Her earliest memories are from these first few years, where the conflict with her fellows was encouraged, for only the best would go far within the ranks of the Sith. As a Neophyte, she began her training in earnest, learning not only to wield the Force, but also arts like strategy and tactics, armed and unarmed combat, statecraft, general sciences, basic survival and medicine, as well as many other skills believed necessary for future Sith to know. By the time she was five years, she could already speak the Sith Code by rote, and her understanding of it came not long after, though true comprehension of its deeper meanings would take many years to achieve. Additionally, she was taught the history of her people and of their persecution by the Jedi. By the time she was nine years of age, she has sufficiently mastered the skills of a neophyte, earning the rank of Acolyte. Though her education had been extensive up to this point, it was nothing compared to the curriculum of an acolyte. It was at this point that she was taught to harness her anger, to focus and unleash it upon her enemies, to wield the full power of the Force. Where the Overseers previously had been largely benevolent and worked together to train them all, the acolyte years proved that conflict was at the core of any true Sith. Only through conflict did she learn how to strive to be the best Sith she could become. She learned to manipulate those who were not as smart as her, to avoid being caught by those who were physically superior to her. She excelled at hiding, both regularly and in plain sight. It was quickly apparent that while she was powerful with the Force, she would never be so physically. As is only natural, she did not fully escape punishment, both deserved and undeserved, but in time she learned to manipulate situations so that others would take the blame and punishment. Though she knew it not at the time, this skill did not go unnoticed. She only later learned that some of the lords within the academy had made a game of setting up situations where she could weedle her way out of, laying blame on others. Where a Jedi Temple might have stepped in to stop such, the Sith merely included it all in her training. By the time one of the Sith Lords chose to take her as his apprentice, she had become decent at [color=#009900][lightsaber form choice #1][/color], as well as becoming reasonably skilled at a number of skills with the Force. She had proved that she had what it took to survive in the Empire, and that she had aptitudes this particular Sith Lord could use. Upon her rise to the rank of Sith Apprentice, she was awarded her first personal lightsaber. It was of a standard design, having no special features at all, merely being a functional tool, but it was hers and hers alone. Her training continued, where her master molded her into the sort of apprentice he needed then and there. Her new master took her education to new heights, teaching her many nuances of Force powers she had already learned, but also taught her to channel aspects of the Force with which she was completely unfamiliar. It took time for her to fully comprehend the plan her master had, and once she did, to accept it for herself. The plan was simple: She was to become an infiltrator, trained in everything necessary to survive within the borders of the enemy Galactic Republic, to reside in secret beneath the eyes of the hated foe, the Jedi Order. She learned that she would help being with laying the groundwork for the imperial takeover, though that might easily take generations to set up. Few were ever trained for such missions, fewer still undertook them. It was a true honor, but it was also unnerving, the idea of leaving the empire behind like that. By the time her master considered her ready, she had reached the latter part of the early twenties. Her master’s final gift for her when she boarded her ship was a holocron, a rare Sith artifact that would help guide her in her trials among the Jedi. She was eager to wrest everything from it. [/Hider] [Hider=republic life] No matter how prepared she had been for insertion into Republic society, nothing could prepare her for the real thing. It was one thing to know it was infested with aliens. Quite another to see for herself how they moved about freely, not properly contained in slave pens as they should be. Disgusting, was one word for it. One good thing came of that immediately: her faith in the cause of the Empire, though never shaky, was reinforced to such a degree that it would never falter. The first weeks she spent her time in the region known as [i]the outer rim[/i]. She could not be certain to blend in properly yet in the more coreward regions. Her job was not to take risks early on. No. Far from it. Her job was to be careful, to lay the groundwork for the empire’s long-term plans. A task she knew she was eminently suited for. Her first task, naturally, was to make contact with other imperial operatives already in place. They would provide her with much-needed information about the current situation, and her first few minions. [code][skip a year and a half of dry background exposition][/code] By the time a year and a half had passed, Anila had established a reasonable network of operatives, ranging from simple thugs to politicians to a variety of professionals. Her network was complex, with few knowing she sat at the center of it, and fewer still having any idea of who she was, let alone her true affiliations. None but those who themselves originated in the empire were permitted to know that. She became glad of her need for such intricacies around that time, for without warning several operatives stopped reporting in on schedule. At the time, she had no idea of the extent of the issue, but she moved quickly to find out what exactly had happened. Had it been mere informants, she would not have minded overmuch, but as it was one of the operatives higher up in her web of operatives, it meant that a number of others were cut off. Her investigation revealed the operative dead. Assassinated. Moving quickly, she tried to gather in the loose threads of her web, but while she was busy doing that, another operative went dark. This time, she found nothing. The operative was simply gone, his base of operations wiped clean, giving her nothing to work with to gather the missing threads. That part was simply lost. In a matter of weeks, things like this happened to a dozen other operatives too, severing major parts of her network. The first two or three could be accidents. Such had after all happened before. A dozen however? That could be nothing other than a targeted attack. The question was: whose bad side had she gotten on, and how easy would it be to take that one out permanently? The problem with finding out that lay in the lack of evidence. Even the operatives who had been assassinated provided very little in the way of evidence. Clearly the work of a professional. Had she been anything other than a Sith, she might not have been able to find out anything. The Force, however, provided all sorts of assistance unavailable to those who are lesser. A bit of carefully applied interrogation, combined with some untraceable credits let her figure out at least the direction of where her trouble came from. In hindsight, she supposed that she should not have been surprised that the trail led to the moon of Nar Shaddaa, to the vermin-like hutts. However much she wanted to pay them back for the offense, she did not have time to pursue it personally. Keeping the rest of her network intact was more important than petty revenge. Someone had to be at the heart of the attack upon her, but until she figured out who, she would let professionals take care of it. Therefore, she put out bounties on a variety of people her investigation revealed as possibly being involved, some she asked for alive, the rest dead. Over the next several months, many of those who had dared oppose her ended up dead. Others seemingly only disappeared. Some bounty hunters and assassins were only hired for single jobs, others she found herself working with more than just once. Most notable perhaps of these, in spite of his alien nature, was the Trandoshan Harsk. Anila liked how he had just the right amount of brutal efficiency and discretion. He did whatever he was paid to do, not questioning anything about the jobs. Thus, when she after several months figured out who lay at the heart of her problems, he was the prime choice for dealing with it. She had lost more than two thirds of her network to that worm of a hutt. Thus it was only natural to have him bring it in alive. Trandoshans at least were humanoid. The hutts did not even have that going for them. She made the final part of its life exceedingly painful, until at the end she finished it off by severing the head from its shoulders. Holding the disgusting head aloft by its slimy tongue, she had looked directly at the trandoshan with a malicious smile on her face. “This is what happens to those who cross me. Remember that.” In her opinion, for having solved this problem for her, the bounty hunter had deserved to see that she was far more than most thought. While it was clear that he understood she was Sith, she knew he had no idea about where she came from, and she had no intention of enlightening him. Far better for him to make up his own theories. If he were to ever be so foolish as to speak of it, such theories would only help her cover. After making sure he had no intention of revealing what she was, she offered him contracts on several other targets she knew would be in the way in the near future. After passing out said contracts, they did not see each other again for several years. During these years, she would spend her time rebuilding her network, making it more secure than before. To remove the problem of single operatives being eliminated resulting in severed sections of her network, she established a system of redundancy for lower operatives. Probably far from a flawless system, but she believed it would be more reliable. For central roles in her network, she had found out that she would use imperials where possible, feeling that they were reliable in a way nobody from the republic could be. They all had the proper respect for their superiors. Too much about this filthy Republic was unfamiliar and unreliable. The rampant crime and alien infestation made her long for home. [/Hider] [hr] [h3]Equipment:[/h3] [list=1][*][b]Crimson-bladed lightsaber:[/b] Hilt type: Standard. Blade length: Average. Hilt material: Terentatek bone, grayed ivory color [*][b]Sith Holocron[/b] [*][b]Vessel, Imperial design[/b] Crew: 1 Passengers: 5 Armament: twin laser cannon, concealed Engine: standard Escape pod: 1 [*][b]Clothes, varied[/b] [*][b]Body armor, medium[/b] [*][b]Sith Inquisitor gadget collection[/b][/list] [h3]Skills:[/h3] [list=1][*][b]Lightsaber training:[/b] [list=1][*]At the core, Anila is above average wielder of the Niman form, but with her still relatively young age and the lack of skilled sparring partners has been unable to reach anything close to mastery. When she fights, she also incorporates acrobatics and multiple elements from the Ataru form, relying on mobility far more than her limited physical strength. [*]In recent years, her study and practice has delved equally into Niman and Ataru, using simulated or robotic opponents, owing to the lack of living sparring partners and opponents. [*]While she has practiced some with the simplicity of Shii-cho, she generally prefers the complexities of Ataru, as well as the nuances of Niman and all that can be built on top of it as a framework. [*]For the remaining forms, her studies have been focused on countermeasures. They quickly proved not to be forms suitable for her style, so she focused instead on how to fight against them. [*]Jar’kai and dual-wielding is within her repertoire, but it is not something she focused upon. At best average skill. [*]To sum it all up, she is a decent duelist, somewhat above average, but no master.[/list] [*][b]Piloting:[/b] Anila is a competent pilot and can fly in a manner as to not be easily obliterated in a combat zone, but she knows better than to think herself anything remotely like an ace. She does not know more than the theory behind piloting capital ships. [*][b]Firearms:[/b] While she knows how to use and properly aim a variety of blasters, rifles and some slugthrowers, she considers such weapons to be distasteful. When such are needed, she prefers to have minions wield them. They are, after all, universally inferior to the lightsaber and the Force. [*][b]Computers and slicing:[/b] As with all inquisitors and infiltrators, she has some training in bypassing security systems, but she knows that it is generally more reliable to let experts take care of this than to do it personally. [*][b]The Force:[/b] [hider=Basics] [list=1][*]Force Speed [Average] [*]Telekinesis [just above Average] [*]Force Throw [Average] [*]Telekinetic Defense [expert] [*]Force Sight [basic] [*]Force Sense [Average] [*]Precognition [Average] [*]Mind trick [Above average] [*]Force Jump [Above average] [*]Force Choke [Average][/list][/hider] [hider=Advanced] [list=1][*]Force Lightning [Average] [*]tutaminis [Average] [*]Detoxify Poison [Basic] [*]Animal Friendship [Theory] [*]Crucitorn [Average] [*]Force Deflection [Average] [*]Force Slow [Average] [*]Force Drain [Above average] [*]Force Stealth [Expert] [*]Sith Alchemy [Basic][/list][/hider] [/list] [hr] [h3]Misc:[/h3] [url=https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ColonelBadass]Major Personality trope: Colonel Badass[/url] She is a very private individual, not sharing her name or identity with anyone without good reason. She has a number of established aliases available for use in different places, all part of her cover within the republic. Very few know that she is trained with the Force, fewer still know anything about her skill level, or that she is a Sith. She is not open to anyone not from the Empire about her origins.[/hider] Sorry about the three posts in a row.