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[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


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[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. [color=#DDDDDD][b]EDIT START[/b][/color]This became all the more clear as she and the other acolytes grew older, for while most grew both taller and more muscular, especially among the male acolytes, Anila remained at a nearly child-like height and build. She constantly had to prove herself to the others and the overseers, force them to give her the respect she deserved. Her life from this point on was a constant battle. Even as she in time gained traits to prove she was no child, her height did not increase. For her, being looked down upon was both literal and figurative.

It was more than once that she had to be taken to a medical bay to be treated for broken bones and other injuries granted by those who saw themselves as superior due to them being physically larger, but no matter how hard they tried to push her down, to make her quit, she kept on pushing back. Her would-be oppressors frequently found themselves victims to her revenge, though it could hardly ever be proven that she was behind it. A splinted, broken arm might not be much use in fisticuffs, but it could still be used to wield the Force.

However, there were times that she found it easier to hide than to convince would-be bullies to leave her alone. Times when hiding in plain sight felt like the better option. To a certain degree, she taught herself how to make herself less noticeable to others, to hide herself from detection with the Force. She did not know it yet, but it was the basics of the ability known as Force Stealth. To the more physically brutal overseers, these acts of hiding were insulting and proof of her weakness. Had there not been Sith who saw potential in this, Anila would probably not have survived long.

These overseers were of a different kind. They were not the warriors the others were. They were of the esoteric type. Inquisitors, mystics and the like. They saw that Anila had considerable talent with the Force even if she was on the small side physically. They pushed her to excel at this, rather than at combat. She knew it not, but they set up situations from which she was meant to weedle her way out, rather than to win in the more traditional manner.

It was her success in such trials that eventually earned her the rank of Apprentice. The Sith Lord Drego Katherion had need of a someone to be trained as a spy, assassin and infiltrator. She got an offer to join him and it was abundantly clear that only one answer was acceptable to him.

Initially he trained her personally, but after some time her instructions came largely from holocrons he lent her, with only minimal oversight from him. As with most other Sith Lords, he did not have time to train every apprentice personally. She learned all he desired for her to learn, and even succeeded at wresting a number of other lessons from the holocron gatekeepers. It took her many years, but it was more than worth it.

Her master’s political ambitions saw to it that she was trained to not only spy and assassinate rivals, but also to project false images through the Force. More than one Sith who failed to properly embrace the Dark Side fell to her blade in the following years.

Though the policing of their own ranks was important, the Dark Council had more irons in the fire. Some time after a number of too-prominent political assassinations one of them saw fit to pull Lord Katherion’s claws. They decreed that they had other uses for her. Like him, she had no real choice except to obey.

Her new duties were simple, really. She was to be trained in everything known about their ancient enemies in the Galactic Republic and the Jedi Order, then she was to make her way over there and establish herself there to gather information for the Empire, so that the emperor’s plans could be adjusted to compensate properly for changes in republic society. [color=#DDDDDD][b]EDIT END[/b][/color] 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.
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[color=#DDDDDD][b]EDIT START[/b][/color]Moving to the republic, leaving everything and everyone she knew behind was no easy thing for Anila. The Dark Council provided her with what they deemed she would need and put severe restrictions on what she could bring with her. Nothing she brought with her could point back to the Empire’s existence. In fact, she was instructed to replace and destroy her navicomputer’s memory core upon arrival. Her only means of returning home, if she was ever to do so, would come through the knowledge entrusted to her master’s holocron, from which only she or another like her would be able to wrest it.

Though she was both small of body and had considerable power at her disposal, she was not foolish. She knew better than to disobey a member of the Dark Council. Upon arriving, she did exactly as instructed, knowing that they would see her dead if she did not. Considering that she soon learned that one of those instructions included making contact with several operatives already there, she determined that it had been the right choice.

Republic society was chaotic and lawless when compared to that of the republic. Anila found it disgusting. Crime was rampant, with entire organizations of criminals effectively—if not literally—ruling planets, if not entire sectors. Her faith in the empire—though never shaky—was made rock solid by these observations. She would come to long for the ordered society of the Empire.

Alien scum was everywhere, walking about freely, rather than contained in slave pens as they should be. So many different kinds, most of them disgusting. Little more than vermin, really. Disgusting, was one word for it. She began the work of establishing herself, buying up a few informants, setting up a rudimentary base of operations upon the world of Eriadu.

Her initial work brought in many operatives of significant variety. She was at first a bit too eager for information, so she did not properly filter who she hired. Or rather, thought she hired. She did not care how many of them saw her as inferior to them, knowing that they were foolish for it, thinking that she was merely playing them. It would take more than a year for her to be burned by it, but in her employ proved to be several who in truth served other masters.

However, hindsight gave her one Solace. None of them had any idea about her true identity, let alone her true loyalties. They were not from the Empire, so they did not need to know. It was around a year and a half into her mission that those false servants struck first. Operatives began going dark, their reports never arriving. At first she did not worry, but soon the problem became widespread, leaving her network with major blind spots.[color=#DDDDDD][b]EDIT END[/b][/color]

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. The one that stood out most among these was the Trandoshan Bounty Hunter, Harsk. He might be alien scum, but he was brutal and efficient. Unlike many others, he did not scorn her for her size, even showed proper respect and deference, which earned him about as much respect as an alien could get from her. 

He did not try to annoy her, and he completed all jobs she gave him. Though she did not exclusively stick to any single operative, there was no denying that he became a favorite of hers for certain types of jobs. 

When the culprit behind her problems was uncovered, it was only natural to have him bring it in. Alive. Though he was neither human nor Sith, he was at least 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.

[color=#DDDDDD][b]EDIT START[/b][/color]For her revised network, she was far more careful about who she hired. Anyone who did not respect her in spite of her physical stature were either not hired, or terminated. It meant that her network would regrow much more slowly, but it would also be more reliable. She gained a modicum of respect in certain circles for it, though she also worked somewhat through intermediaries to throw potential opponents off the scent.[color=#DDDDDD][b]EDIT END[/b][/color]

For central roles in her new 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.
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[h3]Equipment:[/h3]
[list=1][*][b]Crimson-bladed lightsaber:[/b]
Hilt type: Standard.
Blade length: Average.
Hilt material: Terentatek bone, grayed ivory color
[*][b]Green-bladed lightsaber:[/b]
Crystal: Adegan Mephite (Jade green)
Hilt type: Standard.
Blade length: Average.
Hilt material: Rancor bone, 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]
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[list=1][*]Force Speed [average]
[*]Telekinesis [above average]
[*]Force Throw [average]
[*]Telekinetic Defense [expert]
[*]Force Sight [basic]
[*]Force Sense [average]
[*]Precognition [average]
[*]Tapas [basic]
[*]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]
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[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]