[Hider=Jayda Endor]
Who and what are you? 
Jayda Enor, a Zabrak. 

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?

I once hoped I would be like my father, a Grey Force user, and walk the fine line of middle ground between light and dark. That path ended a long time ago. While some would consider me a Sith by association and currently serve the Sith Empire, only because I serve underneath my brother's murder. The day I finally took his offer my keff* had a dark feeling about the path I was taking but I’ve never wondered why.

*Judger of Change, an inner feeling and personal sense of future change

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

Being a female Zabrak at height of 5’10”, I have a curved, graceful appearance that makes most view me as less of a combative threat compared to more sizable foes. That’s only because they have no decent knowledge about me and likely set in that ignorance, something I can use to my advantage. Though I’m told my movements sometimes have a sharpness that scream otherwise, giving a subtle warning about what I’m capable of. My eyes are dark purple and slightly narrow, eliminating any notions of innocence I might’ve once believed in. Skin tone is a pale peach rather close to natural human skin color thanks to my human heritage from my grandfather. Another trait I inherited from my human relative is the hair that graces my orat*. The color of tarnished gold and pulled back into a single braid, the end stops at the base of my neck. Among my hair are two horn sets of distinct different sizes. My first and smallest set seemed nothing more than studs then proper vestigial horns. Starting from the hairline the lighter color orat follow backwards to end at the top of my head, six in total, and each the same size. My second set is much more visible because they are at least half an inch longer and trailing around my ears, numbering four on each side. 

My right ear has about three earrings fastened to the outer edge, closed and small looped. These are the only sign of glamour in my appearance as the rest is simple and suitable for a fight. My outfit covers me for the most part, leaving my head uncovered from neck up and gloves on my hands so I wield my weapons there's no likeliness of it slipping. It hides the flesh that’s covered in numerous scars from when Sish tried to break me. Many of these scars mix with my traditional Jato tattoos, beginning from the outer curve of my face, running down my neck to across the top of my shoulders and ending at many points of my body. 

Closest to her outfit I can find.
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Why do you fight? What thoughts and ideas influence your actions? What are the reasons behind it all?

It is in my nature as a Zabrak since my race is war-like and born warriors so how can I not fight? We achieve physical strength through sheer mental will and determination, proving it to all those that doubt because nothing is impossible if you believe it hard enough. This might explain why I believe I can achieve my revenge against the Sith that took the life of someone dear to me one day. My reason is petty and a weak excuse but when you know that person is dead because of you, it’s hard to allow his killer to walk away unpunished. I can’t live with that image of seeing my brother lying dead on the floor or the fact I failed in my weak attempts to avenge him. So revenge is my reason for the things I do, why I fight until the bitter end. 

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

I have a photographic memory and the inability to forget anything, both rather useful when it comes to recalling anything I’ve seen, heard or been told. However it is both a blessing and a curse. It also means I can’t forget the harsh suffering I experience at Sish’s claws or the killing I’ve committed. It will always very fresh in my mind as the day it occurred whenever I recall it again. Like I said before it’s a double edged blade. 

I pride myself on my agility, adaptability and endurance, skills I’ve improved though mental and physical disciple. Being a Zabrak means I’m a hardy species so I can withstand a large amount of damage, but like everyone I have my limits. I can also tolerate high levels of pain as demonstrated during my master’s attempt to break me, able to willed myself through it and continue the fight even when near death.

I’m a quicker learner then most when I’m not overcome with emotion, sometimes taking a short span of training for me to catch onto something new especially in my area of strength. Depending on its usefulness in surviving among the Sith, I can decide on whether to store it away for later or convert it to muscle memory. When making it muscle memory, it seems to take longer to make my body reflex automatically then when I first learn and perform it. Thinking about my moves is easy but training my body to do with as little to no thought at all takes a bit of time, at least a week or more depending on the complexity. Once fixed there it will never fade and I can focus on more important matters like how to stay one step ahead of those who would want me dead.

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

An begrudging Master and current teacher, Lord Sith Sish, is the murder that took my brother's life. He's a Lizard who I hate the most and vow to one day kill, setting both my brother's and my soul to rest. I can't just outright kill because despite what most believe of him, he's not as stupid as he looks. That's the dangerous part. So I must wait, buying my time until one day... 

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

It’s best to just tell you my past and present, than let you figure the answer out for yourself.

My father was Hymo Solusar, a half Zabrak/Human, and a Grey Jedi that had married and raised a family. My mother was Testa Enor and a pure blood Zabrak that he fell in love with, stating it was her beauty and grace that had him returning all the way back to Iridonia where they wed and lived. During each of his biological children’s births, my father tested us for a connection to the force. He feared one would test strongly with the force calling the attention of the Jedi and threatened to tear his family apart. None us of had tested positive much to our father’s relief. 

I grew up among three other siblings. My elder brother and sister were Mehinn and Tarmira, twins, while the last child was younger, an adopted human named Malik. We all were raised deep in Zabrak traditions, even Malik despite his none blood relation, among our mother’s clan. So that should explain why I speak a mix of Zabrak and Basic just out of habit. We grew up on the Iridonia equator where the sun was always set in the evening position so we developed our own internal clock because of the endless evenings. We all were completely ignorant of father’s past as a Jedi master but his disciple, teachings and more were very strong in his parenting. 

Like all my siblings, I trained in various material arts and combat that stemmed to both physical and mental disciple when I could balance upright. I seemed to take quickly to combat and improvising during a fight, usually determined to win at all costs. It took time but then my father began to sense force sensitive beings in the house and it resulted in his decision about retesting his children. After taking secret samples, he discovered two of us had came back positive: Mehinn and me. Thus began my early introduction to the Force and the hope both of us would make our own choices. 

When my Res Selenoren came, Tarmira already moved into her husband’s clan by the Great Acid Sea and Mehinn improving his combat skills in Malidris. I passed mother’s first challenge easy. It was a mental puzzle that involved skill, a well-tuned ear and creating the exact pattern of pitches between a quetarra, an eight stringed instrument, and twelve crystal glasses filled with different water levels just to open a door. The second one had given me a bit of difficulty because it became a test to survive more than a physical achievement. It was by the Great Acid Sea, my goal was to locate, stalk and retrieve a Zhaboka that was stashed away in an amphibious creature’s territory. I’ve not to this day figured out how father managed to put it there and not get hurt! The final one was a social challenge. The most important one required I spend a entire month’s service to my step-brother’s clan. 

After I completed my Res Selenoren, I was marked with my clan’s Jato to be an adult at the end of the Rising Festival among the many other successful children. Over the next few years, my mother slowly became ill and due to my father’s emotional concerns with her health, his lessons had declined with her worsening condition until I was eighteen. In three years, her illness seemed to have reached it's peak causing me to finally set off to Malidris. Malik wanted to stay behind so I was chosen to deliver the grim news to Mehinn and confine my own worries in him. 

When I arrived and delivered the news, Mehinn was disheartened to hear mother’s condition despite the accomplishment he gained in the capital. I was returning back to his residence after some last minute travel preparations only to find a Trandoshan standing over my brother’s dead body. For a moment the world stopped and then I snapped, foolishly engaging the killer in a combat before I could gauge his strength. Towards the battle’s end, I had to whipping an object in front of me when he aimed Force Lightening at my chest, causing an explosion that both saved me from being killed instantly and sending us both flying back. It didn’t stop me from being send though the window and crashing down onto a balcony a few levels below. 

The Trandoshan must’ve believed I had fallen to my death because he was gone when I came around but I would always remember his face. I acted rashly, instead of tending to my brother’s body or consulting with my father, and took the first ship off planet in pursue. I didn’t know where he was heading but in the end, I just felt him out until I came to land upon the Wookie home world. It took me longer then I wanted before I found him, discovered his trail on the planet Kashyyk. The only thing on my mind was killing him so I’ll skim over the dangers I encountered and fact I ended up in a conflict between three male Wookies. He showed up just after I was disarmed, two dead, and the last one about to bash my head in. He saved me. And I repaid him by trying to kill him. To me he was a monster and of course I failed for the second time leaving me the one out cold. Why he didn’t kill me was a mystery that I didn’t bother fathoming then. 

He instead tested me. 

To give you a taste of how dangerous, cruel and brutal my trials were I’ll tell you about the very first one. It was the easiest one in comparison. He had hung me upside down, my arms and legs bond, bleeding just a foot above the Kashyyk’s forest floor. My lightsaber was gone and the wildlife was already drawn to my weaken struggles, appearing to be nothing more than an easy, tasty meal. Worst part I was still dizzy and drained after the earlier confrontations. I managed to stay alive until I got back to the ship, barely. Each test after became harder and harder until he approached me about becoming his apprentice. My rage had only slightly faded; killing him was the only thing that was important to me at that moment. 

I refused and that’s when he tried to break me. I was lucky he was only adapted in one area of the force or surviving the torture would’ve been almost impossible. I can still remember every bit of it. From screaming as his Lightening pulsed through my entire being, my flesh cooking and filling my nose, until my voice gave out to much worse. He seemed to realize that if he kept on his merciless treatment then I would die rather be forced to another’s will, this was when I noticed his tactic changed. He still tortured me daily yet he slowly eased away from it, reasoning I couldn’t kill him this way. Being caged and helpless, I had to listen. Inside I knew what he spoke was the truth. I needed more power and he was offering a chance to see why he was stronger, knowing I had limited options. Finally, I agreed. 

Even after a few weeks my injuries were still healing but at least I was alive. I learned under him until the present day. It was hard at first to control the impulse to lash out at him, my resentment strong enough I was certain he could feel it, but after a while I learned to control it. I wouldn’t make another mistake as I have before. I needed to find his weaknesses first then exploit them when the time is right. Until then, I adapted. I had gotten use to how the Sith see me and learned to curb my words, swallowing their insults and views until I was able to have my actions prove I wasn’t weak. 

We’re heading back to Korriban to continue my training and bring me closer to my goal. Yet, I’ve begin to wonder if this path is the one I should be treading on or should I hold true to my father’s ideals? I sensed a change about Lord Sith Sish but the reason why, I’m unsure about. Inside I suspect he senses my hesitation to completely submit to the darkness. If that is true then I’m treading on a thin lead or my choices might end up hanging me by the throat. 

Everyone has flaw(s)... What is/are yours?

My overall skeleton structure is somewhat heavier than a human around my weight and size. The reason is because my bones are more dense and rigid. Though I appear no bigger, it requires more force to ‘damage’ my frame then humans as a trait to my Zabrak heritage. This strength is also found in my Orat, horns, and claws which I grow out for a secondary weapon if I’m ever disarmed. Though the horns on my head are able to slice upon contact, they have their weaknesses. Namely they are sensitive to heat, cold and touch near the horn base where the flesh gives away to the bone. Depending on the nature of the touch, it can be either intimate or painful yet they are hard to crack and break from impact force saving me from sustaining head damage. Due to our natural state being carnivores, my teeth are designed for aid in rendering and tearing of raw or nearly raw meats and fish. Though I can digest and consume vegetables, fruit, and other substance, meat is my main steeple. 

My eyes are unique, almost feline or reptilian; the pupils are able to dilate to nearly engulfing my iris or thin strips enabling me to see in both extreme light and dark situations. However with this advantage, there is a price: I’m photosensitive. A sudden shift in brightness, a flash or pitch darkness for example, could end up temporarily blinding me. Forcing me to rely on other methods to ‘see’ my foe and surroundings like through smell and hearing. 

Scent and pheromones, living creatures tend to give off those through their natural chemistry. Especially other Zabrak, myself include is always emitting such signals that other Zabrak can smell. Even under the scents of perfumes or such smells, an important factor in Tai’Shan bonding ritual and with bonded pairs. From what I’ve been told, if a mate that have bonded in the tradition have ever died then the result is the most painful experience any Zabrak can live though. Luckily, I’ve never experienced it. My sense of smell is also linked to memory and recall, each creature and sentient has a subtle scent all their own which imprints and stands out in my mind if I’ve grown accustomed to it. Especially useful in times of true blindness and vision loss, I can use it to know my surroundings and the people within while my sense of sight or hearing is loss. Like my eyesight there’s a weakness to it. I have to stay focused when in the presence of a strong odors that could over whelm me, usually in unexpected cases, in order to pick up a trace smell like a drop of blood or perfume. 

A Zabrak’s hearing is heightened and sensitive, usually requiring some degree of focus to ensure its maximum potential. Something I do automatically now, able to locate and target the sound I can hone on key noises making it possible to piece together trajectory and correlation in aid finding what I seek. I am traditionally a hunter and combatant by nature, small sounds can easily be detected as it passes the ear and catching my attention but I admit in my youth, small and larger sounds sometimes went missing in the thrill of bolder ones. This is common with untrained and unfocused Zabrak. 

I have an increased metabolism, heighten immune response, and increase physical tolerance to extremes in temperature and physical pain. (Though I have more trouble striving in cold climates then hot)This is mainly because of the set of hearts in my body, one smaller than the other; they are in front of the lungs on either side of my chest. The primary and largest is on the left side and responsible for majority of blood flow through the systems while the secondary aids in blood return and height blood flow to lungs, brain and digestive system. Naturally this means I have a higher caloric intake and need to eat more than other races because of my greater speed, strength and ease in low oxygenated environments. When they both are in working order then I’m in my physical peak but if one fails, for any reason, it will kill me in the end. Stopping my life in its prime when both of them die. With the increase in metabolism, starving a Zabrak is usually a death sentence reducing our muscle and flesh to danger levels within a short time so we usually have something on hand to eat. 

Would you describe your Lightsaber, if you have made one?
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I was taught to fight with a lightsaber, personalize for comfortable performance during extended use. I learned to build my own from my father and elder brother Mehinn, the only sibling with a talent for such pieces. It seemed the force was rather strong for him when it came to creating light sabers. My own light saber is both a weapon and a piece of him that has survived every time I put it into practice. I wouldn’t put it pass any of the human apprentices among the Sith to attempt to sabotage my weaponry so I maintain and calibrate my own light saber on a regular basis that I’m familiar with. Call it paranoia or distrust, I believe caution fits better. I’ll admit the power cell still gives me trouble from time to time, usually requiring longer time spent on manually checking it than any other part has. A rare trait about it is the crystal, it's a Hurrikaine passed down from my father when my elder brother decided to make his weapon from his hard earn components A more solid and believable reason was he refusing the hand-me-down crystal simply because he watched my eyes light when I first saw it. It gives my lightsaber blade a purple coloring that tails back to my origins as Grey Jedi's daughter. 

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

I’m proficient in Form III: Soresu, from my past and father’s early teachings, he was more concern I survive then eliminate the threat. I also learned Form V Djem So from my current Sith Lord. I’ve mastered neither of them but I’m efficient enough to switch back and forth, using the prior to either wear down my opponent’s stamina or study their combat style enough to seek out any weaknesses then I begin to shift to V Djem So when going on the offensive. I also learn it to discover the weaknesses of the Form that my Master uses. 

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?

When it comes to physical combat in combination with the force, I’m rather adapt and strong in that area. Able to perform abilities like manipulating objects around me with Force Push and Pull, Jump Force, Weapon Force and Force Speed are among my first learning when it came to combat. They weren’t any different than what my father taught me so they were merely strengthened. Naturally they are among my stronger skills as an apprentice, not necessary in power against a strong foe but rather in endurance. However it’s only been several months since I became an apprentice, it means the more advance abilities such as Force Lightening, and other high level skills that aren’t basic are currently beyond my reach. I’m working my way there being the reason we’re heading to Korriban to advance my training. 

For the most part, any Force power related to the mental manipulation is left undeveloped and rather weak. It’s not that I don’t have the ability but just the absence in training, Sith Lord Sish isn’t known for his strength in this area either. As a result, despite my Zabrak training for mental disciple before becoming an apprentice, I also am lacking. There is one that I’ve managed to slightly develop out of sheer will and determination. It’s the ability to manipulate another’s mind. Sadly I can only use this on weaker minds and for a short time. My master can’t teach me how to strength it beyond merely placing suggestions, an irritation to me, so for now I’m on my own to figure this out. Hopefully by mastering these skills it will give me an edge over him. 

Is there anything else you would like to mention about yourself?

Anything else is best you find out on your own...[/Hider]