JessieTargaryen

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Talik “The Fox of Ryloth” Gida, The Rebel

Interacting with: Alanna Blasaw & Ezali Halkrin

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The Liberator - Mandalore Docking Ring
Year Four, After Re-Synchronization

Arriving on the bridge in a bit of a hurry, the twi’lek wondered what could possibly warrant a summons to the bridge. Before she could even start to ask about what was going on, the comms officer turned around in his seat towards her and started to report in the situation. ”Ma’am, we’ve picked up chatter regarding the Liberator, seems a droid is rather interested in her.” The man reported, and seeing the girl raise an eyebrow in confusion, decided he should probably elaborate on why she cared to any degree. ”It’s an HK unit, ma’am. I figured you might want to try to hi-“ He said before being cut off by the Mandalorian standing nearby the console. Her uncle, A’den stepped closer and spoke up.

“HK? I know the damned clanker. The thing kept kicking over my astromech when I was taking him to get his servos repaired. Kept shouting something about taking his lunch money and shoving him in a locker. Then he ran off hissing at me when I called him a clanker.” The man said in a disapproving tone as he looked towards Talik. “I know his owner, however, had to call her to get repayment for the extra damage her idiot caused. Damn shame she’s spoken for though.” He said before chuckling and coughing awkwardly as his niece gave a critical look towards him. “Anyways, clanker’s a good fighter from what I’ve heard, might be worth giving her a call and seeing if we can hire him. Less of your people on the line for a personal mission.” He said, tapping at his commlink to pass contact information to his niece.

A few moments later, Talik was standing off to the side of the bridge, her helmet on to isolate noise as the commlink called the owner of the droid, curious to see if she could recruit it to help rescue Vasani.

Sable ran along the streets towards his master with all the gusto of a child running to a parent to show them the cool crayon drawing they did on the new wallpaper. All in his way were pushed aside; young and old, man or woman, they were shoved away. In complete contrast however, was Alanna, casually walking along with Ezali after leaving the shuttle port only being interrupted by her commlink going off. "The fuck? Who's calling me? Secure line… well this should be good. 500 says Sable's done something again." Alanna placed the commlink in her ear. "Hello you've reached Sable's owner I apologise for whatever he's broken or whoever he's hurt and I shall compensate you fully." Alanna's tone was monotonous as if she'd done this more than a few times in the past.

Ezali just laughed at Alanna. ”That’s a sucker’s bet and you know it.” In the fairly brief time she’d known the pair, she’d seen Sable start at least one minor diplomatic incident, two riots and more general brawls than she could keep track of. ”Honestly, I’m surprised the Mandalorian lets you keep Sabe online.”

”This is Talik Gida of Clan Skirata, I was given your contact information by my uncle.” Talik said by way of an introduction before continuing. ”We picked up your droid checking out the Liberator on our scans. An HK Model, impressive. I was actually calling you in the hopes I might be able to hire your droid. I know the HK line’s reputation, and I’m mounting a rescue mission for somebody close to my heart. I think I could use somebody along to help with the extraction with an HK’s skill. Are his services for sale?” She asked over the commlink, hoping to get a positive answer in return.

Alanna stopped dead in her tracks, in all her years No one had ever asked her to hire Sable. She wondered whether this Talik person had ever heard of Sable before or the… antics he's gotten up to. "I certainly wouldn't be… opposed to the idea. Do you have somewhere we could meet to come up with some sort of arrangement?"

Talik nodded to herself and allowed an unseen smile beneath her helmet. Turning, she said something difficult to hear to somebody not on the call. ”Thank you. I’ll be sending a LAAT Gunship to bring you to the Liberator to discuss more. Transmitting the details for your pickup now.” The girl said as she sent the details over to Alanna. The ship would be landing at the nearest landing pad to her, Talik intending to make the trip more convenient for her. ”I look forward to seeing you in person. I will meet you in the hangar. Oh, and bring the droid if you wouldn’t mind. I’ve never seen an HK in person before.” The rebel added before cutting the line and making her way towards the hangar where the shuttle would be landing. She was flanked by the two Magna-Droids, each eager to see an HK unit and express their superiority. Along with those two, A’den tagged along with his niece, though Talik had a suspicion as to his motivations.

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As Alanna had accepted the comm call, Ezali’d made sure to step out of the holo’s pick up. Seeing ‘The Fox of Ryloth’ appear in the holo and speak to Alanna had certainly raised an eyebrow; while she’d never personally crossed paths with Talik, she’d definitely heard of her, and the more than sizable bounty the Confeds had put on her...though they found it hard to get anyone to actually take said bounty. There were more than enough mercenaries just like herself, who wouldn’t touch a CIS offered bounty even if it was the only work months, and of the few that she had heard of that tried...nobody heard from them again.

Now she stood beside her friend and SABLE and watched the old LAAT come in to land she wondered just what was up. She knew Talik commanded a sizable force, so if she was hiring more guns something big must be up; that was also why she’d tagged along with Alanna when she went to meet the gunship. Talik’s people shot at the sort of things that Ezali enjoyed shooting, and ‘vacation’ or not she was still short of credits for the 929 she had her eye on.

Alanna couldn't deny that it was certainly a nice surprise to have someone contact her about Sable and it not result in money out of her purse for once. Though upon seeing her supposed protection droid shove a small child to the floor as he sprinted towards her and her companion she could only pinch the bridge of her nose and hang her head in shame.

"Master, master I bring great news." Sable said stopping dead in his tracks before the Twi'Lek. "Oh? Is that so." Her tone was dripping with sarcasm. "Ah… I see you already know. well?" "What do you mean 'well?' Sable you've been listening in on secure channels. In any other situation I'd be getting carted off to prison and you'd be melted down for scrap value. Alanna paused for a second, her rant had began to attract attention from passers by, luckily she was saved by the LAAT landing close by. "Luckily for you the person you were spying on has instead decided to try and hire your services. Considering you're the biggest idiot I know, I have no idea why she would want to… but here we are. So you're to put on your nicest personality, say please and thank you and if you don't want to spend the rest of your existence with a restraining bolt stuck where the sun doesn't shine you'll keep quiet and only speak when spoken too. Understood? "Might as well just tell me to not be me." "That's exactly what I'm saying Sable. So do you understand me?" "Yes master." Alanna simply nodded her head as the LAAT began docking procedures with the Lucrehulk.

As the Gunship came in to land, on the other side of where Toryn’s own ship had just landed, the small greeting party awaited their guests. The two magna-droids stood to either side of Talik, relaxed in posture after the twi’lek had snapped at IG to stop attempting to ‘T-Pose’ at the HK unit coming onboard. Just to the right of the two metal morons, was her uncle. The man quickly tried to fix up his hair and make sure he looked presentable, considering who was coming onboard. Then of course, front and center, stood Talik herself. Still in her jet black beskar’gam, her helmet was held by IG standing behind her. A way for her to ensure the droid didn’t try something stupid.

As the doors to the Gunship opened up and the occupants were ushered off, the girl moved forward to extend a hand towards those onboard, first the other twi’lek, then the Mandalorian she didn’t recognize. ”Thank you for coming, truly. I apologize for the lack of pleasantries, but I’m on a timetable. What details would you like to discuss as far as enlisting your HK’s services?” She said, all business with a certain edge to her tone. One which betrayed that she was rather personally invested in whatever the mission at hand happened to be. ”And might I ask who your friend is?” She asked.

”Well in terms of details regarding you hiring Sable for whatever job you have planned, well it mostly just comes down to covering any repair costs that he might need when he gets back. I don’t really need payment at all, money… Well it isn’t an issue for me let’s put it that way, but if this idiot gets damaged in any way I’m sure you understand that getting replacement parts for a model of droid that hasn’t been mass produced for a few thousand years is not easy. And while I can handle his internals pretty well anything else has to be custom ordered and made and spare parts don’t run cheap. And as for my friend here, I think she just tagged along because she wanted something to do.”

”Though I must ask, mostly out of fear for Sable’s safety, is this a blow in through the front door kinda job or would an option to bypass security and or defences be a preferable option?

Ezali was glad she’d stuffed her helmet on, as she didn’t need to ‘regulate’ herself as much as if her face could be seen. Damn...just….daaamn… After a moment, she realized the other two were expecting her to speak up. ”I’m sorry for ‘gate crashing’ your meeting. Alanna is a friend of mine, and I happened to be standing next to her when you called.” She said, giving Talik a more formal bow/nod.

”Ezali Halkrin, ,Keldau’s Reach Banner...though I’m technically ‘on leave’ from them. Alanna’s mostly right though, I tagged along because I can’t sit still and I figured if you’re willing to hire a grumpy tin can like Sable, you may just be looking to hire more pleasant organics as well...plus you folks are well known for shooting the same sort of things I like shooting at.”

Hooking her thumbs into her belt, she took a fairly relaxed stance. ”Unlike little miss credit plie,” She added, motioning to Alanna, her smirk clear in her voice. ”Standard rate plus expenses and we’re good...”

The young rebel studied the group before her for a long moment. ”Very well. Those terms seem fair, you have a deal.” She said, pausing for a moment to think about Alanna’s question. ”Unknown at this time. The Mandalore has promised aid and is assisting, they have a plan and gave me a place to meet with my people. I can only assume there will be heavy combat, but skills for bypassing security might also be helpful. Are you offering such skills?” She asked, and awaited the answer.

”Well i didn’t have… much planned for a little while. A slight Lekku twitch gave away that there was something deeper beyond her otherwise calm demeanor. ”And I have been called the best engineer on the planet before so in a sense I am. I wouldn’t be needing any other payments, only what we’ve already agreed. Think of this as a thankyou for not reporting Sable’s spying on official comm channels to the authorities. You can as the Paladin himself, he’ll vouch for me and my… skills.”

”Then I suppose you shall be joining us on this mission.” The Twi’lek said, watching Alanna carefully as her own lekku twitched slightly in a way that betrayed that she knew there was something more going on. Though Talik did not press any further on the topic.

Then turning her attention towards Ezali, addressing the fellow Mandalorian. ”I think bringing along a fellow Mandalorian will do some good to show my boys how to fight. You also have a deal.” She said before tapping at the commlink on her armor’s wrist to transfer data on where to meet for the operation to the two.

”You are welcome to use the Liberator’s facilities if you so choose to prepare. But if there is anything you need to pick up from planet side, your pilot who brought you to the Liberator will take you back planetside. Sergeant Darklighter will be your escort about the ship. I’d play host myself, but I must greet another guest and rally my own forces. Thank you, both of you. You will find mission details in the packets I sent via Comlink.” She said as she stepped away with her little entourage, and a human sergeant quickly came to replace her and see what the two needed.

Talik, meanwhile, tapped a few buttons on her Comlink, dialing the bridge of the Liberator. ”I need 13 volunteers for the mission. Express to them that this is outside their call of duty, and there is by no means an expectation to come along. Those who still volunteer, have them assemble in Staging Hangar 1-B in an hour’s time, ready for departure.” The girl said before looking back towards her Uncle and the droids. The look she gave the man spoke all the words he needed, as the Mandalorian started to guide the two Magnadroid’s away from her. Sputtering something about needing to check their actuators before the mission. With that done, the girl then turned and made her way towards The Lucky Dog, standing with her arms crossed and a fake look of annoyance on her features at the bottom of the ramp. Though the slight twitching of her lekku betrayed a sense of joy to those who could read such movements.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

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Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

United States, Earth
Jan 1st, 2020 - United States of America

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The country sat on the edge of an explosion, the tension threatening to boil over and cause absolute pandemonium among the masses. With the explosion caused by Harrison Wells’ STAR Labs leading the way to what was rumored to be the birth of metahumans, many were on edge. Protests were held nearly every day demanding that these individuals be recognized by the government, whether it was to grant them rights or to lock them away like monsters depended on the individual that was asked. Yet to those few who could truly classify themselves as a part of this unique group of individuals life was somehow even more out of the ordinary. Learning about new powers you possessed which others did not, along with what to do with said powers presented a whole new mess of problems for those unfortunate souls. This, accompanied by the rumors among those few metahuman communities hidden in the back alley cities of the government taking these people off the streets resulted in a large amount of tension among the communities.

Even that was only in the quiet cities, as there were a few cities clustered along the west coast where things were already starting to turn violent. People who felt threatened by these newly created metahumans managed to sniff out one or two of the unfortunate souls who were just trying to get by with the newly discovered powers. The ensuing fights between the endangered meta and their attackers was almost always one that quickly turned bloody on both sides. With events like this being covered on the news almost nightly, and spreading like a wildfire across the internet… the tension was almost palpable. As such, people tended to keep more to themselves in these troubling times, locking their doors at night and keeping those loved ones close. Preparing, for what many felt was a storm that would come roaring through the moment the storm passed.

None knew the tensions being created by the current situation better than the citizens living within the triplet cities of Kansas, Keystone, and Central Cities. With the explosion that had catalyzed the world and created these metas occurring in Central City, these three cities were practically the epicenter of the mounting tension in the country. The population of metas was higher in these cities than it was elsewhere in the world, which led to that many more hate crimes, and hate there was for these metas. Many were suspected of being one of ‘them’, a situation many have drawn a parallel to the red scare the country experienced during the cold war. Friends turned against one another, families threw out those that had become one of these freaks. Many found themselves suddenly thrust into terrible situations, whether or not they truly were one of those metahumans.

With the new standards at which they were being forced to live, many of those thrown to curb, meta and non-meta alike, eventually found themselves turning to crime. This, along with the movement of organized crime into the cities in higher portions lately has led to a noticeable uptick in crime rates in the last few weeks. Though the organized crime units have been laying low compared to what one would expect, at least after the initial bloodshed between units following their initial movement into the trio of cities. The rise of crime has increased the edge on the cities, as police forces find themselves being stretched thin between the crime, and the metahumans that may be partially involved within the problem. Add to that problem the rise of the group known only as the Horsemen, a group of supposed metas going about stealing technology and dispatching criminals one by one, many are afraid just to go out at night. Though sometimes these fears are washed away by a lull, or something like a holiday…

Keystone City, Kansas
Jan 1st, 2020 - Bank of America, Downtown Keystone

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The streets of Keystone City sat silent, a rare circumstance for the city considering it was around noon and the city usually was roaring with life. Yet, with the festivities of New Year’s having ended early in the morning, most were asleep or otherwise at their own homes taking care of themselves. The recent worries and fears that had been sitting on the forefront of the minds of every citizen in the past weeks had been delayed for a night. Instead, revelry and joy had been the theme of the previous night. As many had remained hopeful for the new year to be better than the previous, as they had just about every year beforehand. Even with that, the tension was still ever present in the air. The issues that had been forgotten for the previous night’s holiday once again tearing their ugly heads. Though attention was quickly stolen from the invisible enemy that sat upon the cities.

Across the Triplet Cities, news stations suddenly roared to life and filled the formerly quiet cities with a cacophony of voices. Everywhere, screens were alight with reports of a heavily armed robbery of a Bank of America in Downtown Keystone. The scene was painted clearly for everybody to see, recorded and broadcast to just about every corner of the cities. The sunlight beat down upon the pavement, casting a harsh light across the only active street in the city. This same light reflected off the metal surfaces of the dozen police cars and SWAT Vans stationed around the bank, all sitting like birds spreading their wings to impose dominance with their doors open. The officers manning those very vehicles standing behind the cover these doors provided, in a tense standoff with an unseen force inside of the building. One watching could clearly see the razor’s edge upon which the peace sat.

In the middle of the street, about four officers in heavy armor that denoted them as part of the SWAT lay lifeless. The holes in their armor betraying the violence that had taken the scene mere moments before the feeds from the news channels had cut in. From outside the field of officers standing ready for combat, a second ring of vehicles and bodies was made about the bank. This one of reporters onsight, all jabbering off on their take of the current situation and pestering the poor officers designated to deal with them for more information. Inside of the bank, several employees who had come in to take care of matters without customers sat on their knees, bound and gagged, just in front of the main counter. The rest of the interior was an absolute mess, fitting the chaos that came with a bank robbery. Stacks of checks and other papers that were normally neatly set up for customers sat strewn about the floor. The ATM was ripped open, and emptied of the cash inside. The offices that various employees worked from sat empty and in extreme disorder. Glass panes separating the offices from the main interior were shattered across the floor. Yet, despite the chaos, there was not a single noise from the captives held inside as their fear for their lives kept them silent.

For those watching the scene through their screens, it seemed as if this, while a tragic event, was simply par for the course with the rising crime wave. That it would end as so many other attempted crimes ended, and they would continue on.

Yet they would not be able to predict just how much things would change after the events of this day.

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A loud crash tore through the silence of the held-up bank, causing quite a few gasps of fear and shouts of surprise. Though these were quieted down when a few of the armed men holding the place up came tearing around the counter towards the source of the noise. Yet… then they froze and seemed rather confused for just a moment at the source. In the newly opened doorway, which had previously been blockaded shut, was a young woman who didn’t seem all that threatening. Certainly not capable of breaking through their barricade. With pink hair, and a rather flashy outfit featuring golden gauntlets, a skirt, and even a cape she certainly didn’t look like she belonged in that bank. Yet there was something about how she seemed completely unfazed by the men raising their assault rifles at her that carried a sense of power about her. One of the men, built burlier than the others stepped forward and started to shout something at her, but was abruptly cut off.

Faster than humanly possible, the girl had cross the room and seemingly slammed a shoulder directly into the man. Though it was a bit difficult to see as it was over in a mere blink of an eye, as the man who stood a whole head above the girl and was certainly built stockier than her shot back into the counter. The impact made a resounding thud, and he was immediately out cold as she turned towards the other one. ”Given your buddy’s reaction, I take it you guys aren’t here to let me cash a check.” She said with a small smile towards him, which was answered ever-so-rudely with the man squeezing the trigger on his weapon. The report from the rifle was certainly loud and boomed through the building, along with a slightly panicked noise from the costumed girl. Though that faded moments later when the sound was replaced by metal hitting the floor, and a collective gasp from the hostages. As well as the attacker standing opposite of the girl. Looking down at herself, she noticed first a resounding lack of bulletholes, then the same bullets crumpled and against the floor.

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”I’m bulletproof? Holy crap I’m bulletproof!” She said in a voice almost entirely too giddy for the situation, then turned towards the criminal standing before her, even as she heard loud shouts from his friends further back. ”And you’re in danger.” She said as she took the steps to close the distance, grabbing the barrel of his gun and bending it towards the ceiling. Immediately after, a swift underhanded punch lifted him off the ground and send him into the wall opposite their side of the bank. He too fell down unconscious, and the girl could hear his vitals enough to know they were both alive, just unable to continue the fight. She then spun towards those tied up and held hostage, some of who recoiled slightly out of fear for this stranger who seemed able to do the impossible.

”Hey.” She said in a soft, genuine, voice to the hostages. ”I’m here to help. We’ll get you out of here.” She said, focusing for a moment on the wall behind them that led to the rest of the building. The walls seemed to turn a shade of black and white to her, becoming translucent and betraying what lay beyond. She saw various paths branching off to presumably lead to things like the break room and such for employees, yet no sign of anybody else. As she turned, she found a separate hallway that led to the safe deposit boxes, with its heavy door having closing tight with its locks clunking into place. She got a glimpse of a gun before the door had closed, though the door itself seemed fully capable of blocking her sight into the room. Must have closes it while I was focusing on these guys and the two clowns out here. Damn. She swore to herself before kneeling down next to the first hostage and easily breaking the zip ties that bound them. Then she reached up to gingerly pull the rope that had been used to gag them out of their mouths one by one, freeing the hostages.

Getting to the last one in the line, the man grabbed her by the shoulders and frantically babbled out something that didn’t quite make sense. ”Easy, slow down. What is it?” She asked him, trying her damndest to sound comforting, and it seemed to work as the man spoke again in a much more intelligible way this time. ”The manager, he’s my brother, they got him in the safe deposit boxes. They’ll kill him or something!” He said, panic rising in his voice as he went. The girl gave a nod then looked towards the others getting to their feet. ”Everybody get outside! Put your hands up or something so they know you’re innocent, the police can take care of you.” She said before moving towards the heavy door blocking her path to where they were holding the manager.

The metal creaked and groaned in complaint, the metal on either side of the split down the middle marking where the doors split apart dented in around her fingers. Slowly, the doors gave way and started opening for the young woman forcing her way into the small room. Inside, two more robbers were staring wide-eyed at the impressive display of strength, their guns forgotten for a moment at their sides. Though after looking towards each other for a few moments, both came to the same conclusion. Immediately their hands went up to show surrender, the futility of an attempt to fight back against this superhuman quickly dawning on the two. Moments later, the manager was coming out of the front doors of the bank. Followed closely by the four armed robbers, their hands zip tied together to make for a difficult escape. The officers who had reported to the scene wasted no time surging forward to get these criminals into custody.

Then just about everybody gathered fell silent, and cameras shifted up from the bank itself. As the thing from before that had shot through those front doors revealed itself to be a young woman. Yet, even more impressively was the fact that this costumed woman hovered in the air of the crowd. With the wind blowing her cap gently behind her, and the sun high over head casting shadows around her, it was a scene that made her look truly powerful. ”Don’t be scared, I am only here to help. This city has seen enough problems of late, and I want to help put an end to it.” The figure said in a tone that carried a friendly air to it. In response to her statement, the crowd was silent. Then one young reporter shouted out the question forefront on his mind. ”Then what do we call you?”

”Sol.” Came the answer, then the woman shot off into the sky and disappeared from the view of the crowd gathered.

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For the rest of the day, the news stations all over the country would be playing coverage of that story. With theories coming out from all over as to what this ‘superhero’, as some had started labeling her, truly was. Alien? Meta? Government Robot meant to mind control the populace? No matter what theory one subscribed to, the same thought was on everybody’s mind that day. That their world had drastically changed in the mere blink of an eye, and only time could tell where that would take them.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

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Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

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Star Wars: The Force is Eternal

"From the force, I draw strength. From strength, comes power."

Name:
Talik Gida
Species:
Lethan Twi’lek
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Rank:
Inquisitor
Master:
Sith Lord Kallei (Deceased)
Under Mentorship of Sith Lord Atroxa

_{Detailed appearance.}

Like her twin sister, Talik is generally regarded as an exotic beauty. Standing at a height of 5'5" the girl has a toned body from years of training how to fight at the Academy. With some rather appealing curves to accompany her, Talik is something which draws attention where she goes. Something which the girl is rather content with, as she wants to ensure her enemies and allies all know that it was she who did those actions. She dresses in a mixture of black robes and armor that are meant not to be bulky. This of course meaning that while the armor is flexible and the opposite of bulky, it will not afford as much protection. The girl can be rather vain at times, and as such typically dresses in a way to ensure she looks good for the occasion. Her orange eyes typically are critical as they look over others, and her expression one of superiority as she sees herself a step above just about all other creatures. Talik's tattoos are very similar to those of her mother and cover almost the entirety of her body.

_{Report on natural ability with the Force, as well as all known Force Techniques and the skill levels.}

Talents:

• Force Lightning || Intermediate Talent
• Force Stasis || Intermediate Talent
• Force Rage || Basic Talent
• Chain Lightning || Basic Talent
• Force Stealth || Basic Talent

Skills

• Force Speed || Intermediate Training
• Telekinesis || Intermediate Training
• Force Throw || Intermediate Training
• Telekinetic Defense || Intermediate Training
• Force Sight || Basic Training
• Force Sense || Basic Training
• Precognition || Basic Training
• Mind Trick || Basic Training
• Force Jump || Intermediate Training
• Force Choke || Intermediate Training
• Force Combustion || Basic Training
• Drain Knowledge || Basic Training

_{Report on known skills and combat experience, training and lightsaber forms used.}

Lightsaber Forms:

• Form III Soresu || Trained Training
• Form IV Ataru || Well-Trained Talent
• Form V Shien || Basic Training
• Form VII Juyo || Trained Talent
• Exotic Form: Jar'Kai
• Exotic Form: Trakata
• Exotic Form: Mou Kei
• Exotic Form: Cho Sun

Helpful skills:

• Combat Awareness || Well-Trained Talent
• Sith Code || Intermediate Training
• Sith History || Intermediate Training
• Interrogation || Intermediate Training
• Torture || Intermediate Training
• Unarmed Combat || Intermediate Training
• Blaster Combat || Basic Training
• Persuasion || Intermediate Training
• Tactics & Strategy || Intermediate Training
• Espionage || Trained Talent
• Archeologist || Trained Talent
• Politics || Basic Training
• Ryl || Fluent
• Basic || Fluent
• Huttese || Fluent
• Sith || Fluent
• Mando’a || Fluent
• Shyriiwook || "I don't speak carpet."

Possessions:

• Fury Interceptor "Black Rose": Lord Kallei's former Fury Interceptor, taken by Talik once she discovered her master's demise. It was formerly named Dark Hammer under her former master, but Talik has rebranded the ship. It is colored jet black and tuned so there is minimal external lighting. Otherwise equipped pretty standard, the thrusters, and shields have been augmented for moving faster and handling harsh climates. It houses two speeder bikes in the cargo bay, as well as a revolving inventory of cargo meant for usage on various missions. The Black Rose is also equipped with full living quarters for the captain of the ship, with upgrades to be a bit on the luxurious side and even contains an exquisite bath. Something which Talik is particularly fond of having aboard. A modified pair of Eclipse Speeder Bikes, with a single mounted cannon sit in the cargo hold. The crew consists of imperial personal loyal to Kallei and her apprentice, along with a small set of droids aboard. A single M6 Series Imperial Medical Droid, single X-2 series Imperial Astromech Droid, and four Sith War Droids, Mark I. It also houses the ability for a few imperial soldiers to be brought aboard.
• Wardrobe: Talik has a rather large wardrobe to satisfy her desire to have outfits to look good no matter the situation.
• Unique Saber: Talik posses two curved hilt lightsabers, which she often dual-wields in battle. These sabers link together at the hilt to form a dual-bladed Saber Staff. The sabers are meant to easily link and de-link during combat.
• Various Adventuring Gear: Talik posses some gear not typically associated with a sith, such as a grapple gun and the likes for retrieving holocrons within old ruins and the likes.

_{(Optional)Known interests of the candidate.}

• Linguistics of the Galaxy: Talik has a known interest in the linguistics of the galaxy, this being some more of personal interest than of furthering her own goals.
• Combat Styles: Talik has shown in an interest various combat forms, constantly improving herself in using the force, lightsaber, unarmed, and blaster based combat to ensure brute effectiveness in the field.
• Sex: Talik has no hesitation in engaging in some of the more... primal indulgences that go along with this. Typically she aims purely for the casual end of the spectrum, a satisfaction of her needs with no emotional attachment. Occasionally one may arise, and in those times they must also be dealt with, permanently.
• Jedi and Sith History: Talik has an interest in the history of the Jedi and the Sith, finding it useful for understanding and exploiting both sides to know where they came from. Not to mention, it is a topic she genuinely finds interest in.
• Holocron Hunting: Talik finds satisfaction in hunting down and recovering the lost Holocrons of the Sith. The more remote, dangerous, or well hidden a Holocron the more exciting.

Biographical Records

<sub>Born the younger of the two twins to Sith Lord Atroxa on the Imperial planet of Korriban, Talik was found to be force sensitive whenever her mother tested the twins just after they were old enough to receive their sith tattoos. Pleased with the results of that test, Atroxa kept Talik at her side while Vasani was sold away to a Hutt on Nar Shaddaa. Her young life was very quickly straight to business before she was sent off to the Academy. Atroxa trained her daughter from a young age, tutoring in the basics of saber combat as well as the ways of the force. The goal of this being to ensure that her daughter would turn out to be anything except a disappointment in her time at the Sith Academy. In order to ensure that Talik stayed in line, Atroxa ensured that the young girl knew about the sister who had been sold away to the Hutt Biothem. Using this as a threat towards Talik should she ever fall behind in her studies, or try to resist the daily training. Due to this, Talik grew up constantly trying to please her mother, while also being assured that she was going to be superior to those within the Sith Academy when she entered. This, in turn, developed and eventually turned into the attitude of superiority that the girl carries herself with these days.

In the Academy, Talik was shown to be rather competent and above the average point of most of her classmates. This, of course, being due to the tutoring and training her mother instilled from a young age. A sith pureblood within in her class, Hitû Datea, soon came to be a bit of rival towards Talik. Both were ahead of their classes, but both also carried attitudes of superiority. The resulting rivalry became rather vicious and fueled by hatred for each other. This continued to grow as the Academy had the students start practicing against each other in the form of sparring. During these sparring matches, Hitû quickly discovered that Talik had not particularly built up a resistance to telekinetic attacks from the force. This led itself to the pureblood's little gang of classmates using this tactic to push Talik around in the hopes of wounding the girl. Thus, forcing her out of a spot where she could feasibly compete with the pureblood. Growing annoyed with their tactics, Talik continued to study and work yet harder at the Academy, working on and vastly improving her telekinetic defense. This all came to fruition towards the end of their years at the Academy, when she had finally managed to build herself to a point she could resist the attacks of her would-be bullies. Along with her vastly improved combat skills, the girl decided that perhaps a bit of revenge was in order. Over the next couple of days she hunted down and beat each of the little gang into submission, forcing them to acknowledge her as stronger than Hitû. When they had all been taken out of the picture, she turned her attention on the pureblood and gave him a dose of the medicine as well. Though she waited until the final sparring matches of their time at the academy to do so, combining her defense with the usage of Soresu to create a rather potent defense against him, which once he faltered turned into a brutal display of Ataru.

The result of her revenge in the ring and her training at the Academy was that Talik captured the attention of a Sith Lord just about the time she was graduating at the age of 16. Sith Lord Kallei, one of the mystery sphere of influence. Her rival from the Academy had been taken under the wing of a Sith Lord by the name of Ryutz, a rival of her Kallei herself. Under her new master, Talik practiced and developed her skills further while also ensuring Kallei's sphere of power steadily grew. The two worked well together, dropping would-be threats to the Empire while also recovering some of those lost secrets held within Holocrons. At times, Talik was even trusted by her mentor to take on solo missions. This, of course, led to the occasional failure in her assigned missions as Talik's short-fused anger was starting to show through a bit. Most of these situations being something like the girl losing a target after her rage cost them information, or she was outsmarted after being incited into violence. She also lost a holocron along the lines of the same principle, but despite this, she was overall a rather successful young apprentice. Her master working with her to use the short-fused anger to gather strength within the dark side, utilize it to draw even more power from the force and destroy her enemies.

The most recent mission that Talik was sent out on was to ensure a revanite sympathizer was... silenced to stop his treacherous teachings from spreading further. Sent out on her master's ship, the Dark Hammer, to ensure that this was resolved in an expedient manner. The girl succeeded on the mission and was rather efficient in the manner, heading back towards Korriban within about two days of being dispatched on the mission. Though things would not seem to be going well on the homefront, as her master was not responding to her hails onboard the ship. Though the reasoning to this was soon found out when she arrived at Korriban where they were supposed to meet once more, only to find evidence of a battle in the ruined building. Along with the corpse of her master left in the middle, clearly killed by some of his rivals. Deciding that she would pick the bones of his power sphere's corpse, she first claimed the ship as her own and made its crew aware of who was their new captain. Shortly after, she started to realize that the power sphere had already been claimed and taken by the apprentices of her rivals. Moving quickly, Talik had the ownership of the ship, now dubbed the 'Black Rose', confirmed to be hers. Then set out to try to find her next assignment, or maybe even a new mentor.

However, the Twi’lek did not find herself a new mentor. Instead, it was taking on one job after the other. Recovery of Holocrons, removal of political dissidents, assassinations of foreigners posing a threat to Imperial Operations, and evening the occasional chance to put down rebellious cells. During this time, she also set about amassing Lord Kallei’s former assets. Securing what wasn’t picked over, and then going after the one who had stolen said assets originally. Imagine how pleased the young Sith was when she finally discovered the one who had taken that power to be none other than her rival from the academy. So, she made arrangements. Soon enough, they were tasked on a mission together due to certain strings she had pulled.The mission did not go as was planned, when her rival had apparently decided that instead of infiltrating the small cell of Revanite Sympathizers, he would simply destroy them with bomb. The young pure blood did not escape ‘his’ trap, as the bomb detonated with Talik was still offsite. Killing the man.

At least, that was how she reported the mission going. Truly, that some hot blooded pure blood had decided to act on his own, especially one as prone to acting before thinking as her rival was not something that would seem suspicious to many. With her rival no more than a pile of ash among the ashes of the sympathizers, Talik set to work. Savaging his former sphere, those he stole from her master and what he had earned himself, Talik claimed all of that power for herself. Her ruthless efficiency allowed to girl to step above the ranks of a mere Apprentice, and set her well on her way towards climbing in the ranks. Now closer in power to a Lord than Apprentice, Talik has recently been named an Inquisitor. Many eyes are upon the young girl, as she has shown a rather meteoric rise in power, yet not the signs of collapsing on herself as many who had grabbed power before had done.</sub>

Star Wars: The Force is Eternal

"I’ll be there for you, so lean on me if you can’t stand on your own!"

Name:
Vasani’Brinme
Species:
Lethan Twi’lek
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Rank:
Padawan
Master:
TBD

_{Detailed appearance.}

Vasani can be described as an exotic beauty by a large portion of the galaxy. Beautiful in every right by conventional standards, the girl is about 5' 5" in height, with an extremely athletic body. One which she earned through none other than spending her earlier life dancing for the amusement of Krembal's patrons. Though she has a flexible build and athletic body, the girl does have rather pleasant curves in the right places to keep the eye on her. Her orange eyes are piercing, something many find attractive. Though these eyes are also windows into her soul, as one can usually tell how the girl feels at any given point by simply peering into her eyes. Her body is covered in black sith tattoos, standing out against her red skin and the only reminder of being the daughter of a sith. Her outfit typically consists of clothing which fits her form and complements her appearance. Both because she likes to look good, and simply because it is sometimes easier to move in such clothing.

_{Report on natural ability with the Force, as well as all known Force Techniques and the skill levels.}

To preface the girl’s talents and skills within the force, it should be noted that Vasani has quite a strong natural connection to the force, though she has largely been untrained.

Talents:

• Precognition || Intermediate Talent
• Force Sense || Intermediate Talent
• Mind Trick || Undiscovered Talent
• Telekinesis || Basic Talent
• Force Stasis || Intermediate Talent
• Force Jump || Basic Talent

Skills:

• Tutaminis (Basic) || Basic Training
• Breath Control || Basic Training
• Telekinetic Defense || Intermediate Training
• Telepathic Defense || Intermediate Training
• Droid Disable || Basic Training

_{Report on known skills and combat experience, training and lightsaber forms used.}

Lightsaber Forms:

• Shii-Cho || Basic Training

Helpful skills:

• Piloting (Fighters) || Very Skilled
• Tinkering (Droids) || Skilled
• Dancing/Flexibility/Agility || Very Skilled
• Huttese/Basic/Ryl || Fluent
• Stamina || High Amount
• Flirtation/Seduction || Decent
• Intelligence || Highly Intelligent
• Knowledge of Hutt Crime Underworld || Execellent
• Blaster Usage || Basic

_{(Optional)Known interests of the candidate.}

• Dancing
• Singing
• Piloting
• Training
• Tinkering
• Fashion
• Reading/Learning (Loves to study old relics)
• Helping Others
• Eating Sweets!

Biographical Records

<sub>Vasani'Brinme was the firstborn of the two daughters of Sith Lord Atroxa and born on the imperial world of Korriban. Born a mere few seconds before her twin sibling, the girl was not long for life among her mother and her sister. As when the two were still young, just after they had received their sith tattoos like their mother, they were tested for their force sensitivity. Upon finding that the older of the two was not force sensitive to any degree, the child was quickly sold into slavery by her mother. The Sith Lord chose to sell her daughter outside of the empire in part for two reasons, the first being that the sale to the hutt outside of the empire enacted a favor which she needed. The second being that the Sith Lord did not much want the shame of having a non-force sensitive daughter to be known. Therefore, after the sale in secret to the hutt Atroxa passed off a lie that her young child had died early in her life. This, along with the favor being the removal of an inconvenient imperial encroaching on Atroxa's political territory by Krembal was what finalized the decision to sell to Krembal. So Brin was sold to Krembal, a crimelord based out of Nar Shaddaa who offered a rather good price for an investment that he knew would later come to bring him rather good profits. With that deal set in stone, the daughter was soon send off towards her knew life as a slave under Krembal the Hutt. Here it was ordained that she would be raised and that her days would be forever in service to her new owner, the sole being in charge of her life.

Growing up in a Hutt's grasp was not exactly the most pleasant of childhoods. Her early years were spent learning how to speak various languages to assist in translating for the hutt, as well as learning how to be his personal server. She was tasked with ensuring his cup was never empty, and that he always had gorgs stocked that he could eat whenever he particularly pleased. It did not take the girl long to pick up on the various languages and tasks that she was assigned. During this time, she was also continually manipulated to be steered away from anything that could begin to resemble free will. The lessons on how to perform as a dancer for the hutt started to begin during these formative years of her life. As she grew older, more attractive and more skilled as a dancer the girl quickly became a favored possession of Krembal. For she was what most of his patrons considered to be an exotic beauty, and would work as something as a status symbol for the hutt. So she was relegated to dancing, and having a place next to the hutt on his dais. As such, she soon also took up translating the languages she knew for the hutt and soon became a face that most of his regular clients had come to know well.

At around 14, Vasani started to realize that not everything she was experiencing was exactly... something that she liked. When asking about the freedom that she had observed patrons coming and going with, she was quickly informed that such was not her life. In response to her questioning, Krembal had the girl beaten and punished for daring to ask such questions. Over time, she slowly started to realize that the world she had somehow come to accept was falling apart and see was starting to see the ugly truth. Where once she had thought she was seen as a servant, something to appease a lord, she started to see that she was property. Of value along the same lines a rigged slot machine that ensured money for the hutt was of value. A deep rooted hatred started to grow within the girl as she started to crave an ending to this life. To the fear, pain, and the treatment she was starting to realize was not an aspect of life she wanted to simply accept. Instead a hunger for the freedom she saw others having started to grow within herself. A desire to escape the shackles that held her down now.

At age 16-17, the young twi'lek started to act out against the hutt, against what most would consider to being better judgment. Desperately grasping for chances that might result in her release, as she started to figure that perhaps if she was no longer his favorite she would be moved away from the creature that she found so vile. Yet this proved to not be the case, as the hutt decided to give her a little freedom to see if that would inspire the girl to be a bit more loyal to him. Of course, this quickly resulted in the slave attempting to escape from the casino before being stopped at one of the main entrances by one of Krembal's enforcer droids. From here, he had her brought back and kept at his side at all times. On top of that, she was drugged with some of his own supply to ensure that she stayed complacent. It was also a punishment he felt the girl would hate, and one he was certain would teach her a lesson. This treatment went on for nearly a year until she had just turned 18, and the hutt finally felt she had learned her lesson. As after the treatment, she seemed to be behaving and acting exactly as he had wanted her to be. Although in reality, the young slave was searching for the next opening that would take her away from this vile creature.

The chance came only a matter of months later, at the grand auction the Hutt held in his casino. During the auction, while many of his guards were occupied with those attending, a rival sent a squad of Mandalorians into the casino with the intention of burning it to the ground. In the chaos that immediately followed, along with the outbreak of a fight between Jedi and Sith in the casino, Vasani seized her chance for escape. As blasters fired and the chaos grew, the slave girl managed to grab a heavy blaster pistol off one of the fallen guards. She used this chance to turn on her former owner, finding out exactly how many shots it took to kill a hutt. Then she fled the casino, stealing a Striker-Class Starfighter left behind by a Bounty-Hunter on the strike team sent in who had not survived. Not long after, the girl was intercepted by a gang of pirates, who she convinced to take her in as part of their crew. As the girl had lied about her skills in the starfighter. Through much studying and time in her quarters spent browsing the holonet, she learned the basics of how to fly. Then through actual experience with the crew, she honed her skills to be quite adept.

Eventually, her crew had a run-in with a Jedi going about the Galaxy. Airus was the Knight’s name, and he recognized the young girl from the casino. The Jedi managed to buy the young Twi’lek out of her contract, and helped her get away from the pirates and back to the Jedi. Here she stayed for about a year, excelling in the training as a young student. It was discovered she had a strong natural connection to the force. Though her martial skills lacked, the girl managed to excel enough that it was decided she would be sent on her way to learn as a padawan. Sent to Ryloth, her skills in a fighter were not forgotten as she was tasked with running escort on a supply mission. Then using that very escort mission to get to the surface and meet her new master...</sub>

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Kara Davis “Sol”

”I will bear the world’s burdens, so that it might smile for another day.”

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Kara Davis “Sol”

| {Full Name} |

Kara Davis

| {Kryptonian Name} |

Kara Dru-Zod

| {Superhero Alias} |

Sol

| {Age} |

22

| {Species} |

Kryptonian

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Appearance} |

Kara stands at about 5’7” and has an athletic build to her body. Her proportions are just that to fit conventional beauty standards as what a ‘perfect’ woman happens to be. Typically, Kara likes to dress casually but in an outfit that matches and still looks good. Though sometimes this might be as simple as a pair of jeans and a simple hoodie. Still, she tends to dress up a tad bit more than that, and often favors lighter colors that work well with her green eyes and dyed-pink hair. Though most people would really know Kara for her cosplay and modeling career, as well as some of the high-society events she attended while dating Lex Luthor. Here, she is often in much more elegance, with dresses that would be befitting of most supermodels.

One thing that almost will never change unless it absolutely has to about Kara’s casual looks, is that she favors converse-styled shoes. While there is a deep reason around it being the brand that she was first able to afford for herself, there is also the simple fact that she thinks they can go with just about any outfit she puts together. She also typically keeps the same golden earrings, shaped like little star’s on her ears. A gift from her best friend’s, Verra’s, mother when she had turned 16.

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When acting as the hero, Sol, Kara has a rather specific costume she chooses to wear out in public. Though unlike plenty of other heroes, Kara’s outfit is not made of advanced materials that are overly meant for fighting or being a superhero. Rather, it's made of the same material which one might use to make cosplay outfits. While high quality compared to most normal clothes one wears around on a day to day basis, the material is nothing compared to that of other materials used by the superheroes. The entire outfit is made from the same stash of material which Kara uses to make the cosplays she is known for wearing. It's something that she applies in order to create the outfit which she is so commonly seen wearing.

Sol’s outfit primarily consists of a purple color, though it does sport golden gauntlets and boots made to look metallic. The outfit is made up of a tight, armorweave-looking top, which is skintight and allows for movement while still showing off a little bit of her body. Then it goes down into a skirt ending just above the middle of her thigh, from there a bit of her leg can be seen before the long bodysuit-like material that goes up to just below her knee appears sticking out the top of her golden boots. She also wears gloves on each arm that go up to just below her shoulders, and have golden gauntlets over the end.

Sol is often seen as almost being carefree and relaxed when going around doing her superhero work. Often with a reassuring, friendly, smile on her features. Her eyes always seem to be alight with the joys of life, and hope can clearly be seen in her gaze for each and every person she helps. Her shoulder-length, pink, hair is typically worn down as she is running about. Overall, she appears as a young hero who rather enjoys being able to do exactly that, hero work.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• Townhome
• Cosplay Supplies
• IPhone 11 Pro Max
• An obscene amount of clothes
• An equally obscene amount of cosplay materials
• An absolutely unnecessary amount of food and cooking supplies
• Xbox One w/ Projector Screen Setup
• 2019 Corvette ZR1 (Thanks Lex!)

| {Physical Abilities} |

Cooking -

Kara is an extremely adept cook, having had to help out with a bit of the cooking at the orphanage which she grew up in.

Baking -

Kara is an extremely adept baker, having had to help out with a bit of the baking at the orphanage which she grew up in.

Languages -

Kara is fluent in English, Japanese, and French.

Cosplay -

Kara is a professional cosplayer, and has skills in both the creation of the cosplay outfits while also being adequate at acting to fill in the parts of the character she is cosplaying.

Video Games -

Kara is a rather skilled gamer, and absolutely will stomp your K/D into the ground. Except in fighting games, where she will utterly be steamrolled by somebody even just mashing buttons.

| {Superpowers} |

Super Senses -

A Kryptonian’s senses after such prolonged exposure to a yellow sun are enhanced to the point that they can see and hear events even from orbit. They are also capable of seeing through walls, x-ray vision, and thermal vision.

Superhuman Speed -

While not able to go as fast as a speedster, Kryptonians under a yellow sun are able to move at speeds that are seemingly impossible to beat unless a speedster. Their stamina and reflexes are also enhanced to adapt for this speed.

Superhuman Strength -

Along with the speed obtained from the yellow sun, Kryptonians also become impossibly strong. Their strength is seemingly incalculable, as a result of the yellow sun that seems to power them like some sort of super-battery.

Invulnerability -

Another ability that comes as a result of the yellow sun, Kryptonians are seemingly invulnerable to all sorts of damage. Of course, there are still attacks that can wound Kryptonians despite their seemingly-invulnerable state. These attacks are either very potent, or magical in their nature.

Flight -

Kryptonians are capable of flight, and extremely fast flight at that. Their blistering speeds at which they can fly means the Kryptonians are capable of being anywhere on the planet in a matter of minutes. They are also capable of flying in space, and even surviving that harsh environment without needing to breathe.

Enhanced Mental Processes -

Their physical properties are not the only properties enhanced within the Kryptonians, their mental capabilities are also enhanced. This means that they have exceedingly good memories, allowing them to learn things in near record time. They also are generally regarded as super-intelligent among humans.

Heat Vision -

Kryptonians are capable of channeling solar radiation and firing beams of it from their eyes, an ability that many refer to as Heat Vision. The impact of this beam is capable of causing explosions or melting straight through many objects.

Gene Tailoring -

Kryptonians ranked higher in the castes of their home had access to better gene tailoring. This affected not only their appearances, but also resulted in the abilities the Kryptonians gained from the yellow sun to be slightly altered at times. In the case of Sol, it causes her hair and eyes to glow a slight green when using her powers. Her heat vision is also a sort of neon green.

Protective Aura -

A unique trait due to her genetic tailoring, Sol is capable of channeling the solar radiation in a different manner than just heat vision. Instead she is capable of using it to form a protective barrier in a 6 foot radius around herself of the burning radiation. This is capable of blocking energy attacks coming in and kinetic attacks (such as melting bullets). However, this ability is exceedingly strenuous upon the user. The more damage attempted to absorb, the more it drains Sol. Stopping something such as an explosion will cause her to either drop the barrier or fall unconscious shortly afterwards.

| {Limitations} |

Dormant Power -

While Kara’s suite of powers seems impressive to most, due to her prolonged exposure to the yellow sun Earth orbits, Kara’s not yet tapped into her full potential. This is because Kara spent most of her life actively trying to hide the developing powers, and acting as if she were just like anybody else. Only two people ever were told about her strange abilities, Verra and her Mother. Though even that was a bit of an accident, as they found out when at a theme park and one of the jump scare robots in the haunted house had its upper body punched clean off.

Her flight speed maxes out at around Mach 1.5, while Kryptonians more skilled in their abilities would be able to go significantly faster at her stage. Similarly, she cannot move on the ground nearly as fast, maxing out at around Mach 0.75. Her strength is still monstrous compared to most, though she would be significantly struggling at the moment to hold up a full Boeing 737. Her heat vision is not yet at its full potential, but still a force to be reckoned with. The protective aura is an ability which Kara has yet to discover she is capable of doing.

Inexperience -

Seemingly an obvious weakness, but Kara has never attempted to be a hero. So her inexperience comes heavily in hand, as she might not make the right decisions at the right time. With her amount of power, this is a problem that could very easily lead to her hurting the very people she is trying to protect. She also does not particularly know how to fight, so one matching her in strength and durability could manage to overpower the girl rather effectively.

Kryptonite -

A side-effect of her genetic tampering, Kara is more weak than most of her kin to the effects of Kryptonite on Earth. Its mere presence in her immediate proximity causes her powers to drain, and even starts causing searing pain. Kryptonite entering her body could very realistically kill the young Kryptonian if not removed quick enough.

Magic -

Like all Kryptonians, Kara is particularly susceptible to magic when it is used against her.

Telepathy -

Like all Kryptonians, Kara is particularly susceptible to telepathic powers when they are used against her.

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| {Personality} |

When wearing her costume, Kara is a very hopeful young hero. She has a seemingly bottomless good heart, one that shows every time she is active. Sol is the kind of hero who at one moment would stop a bank robber, and the next would be giving food to a homeless man on the streets. She loves the hero life, being able to finally help others and do something about the crime that roots deep within the back alleys of the city. Always seeming confident like nothing in the world could possibly stop her, and a confident grin always on her features. In her eyes, there seems to be an infinite amount of hope hidden behind her eyes. Her mannerisms seem to portray a relaxed persona, making jokes and seeming to ‘talk’ to those she is stopping. That being said, it is also very clear that the girl loves her city, and everybody in it. When others are put in danger, Sol is reliably there to protect the inhabitants and does have hints of anger towards those threatening the peace.

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Kara’s civilian personality is much more subdued than her costumed personality. Typically she is quieter and more reserved than she is as Sol. When doing her modeling or cosplay events, the girl is once more outgoing and even a bit flirtatious towards others. She is also highly intelligent, and kind hearted in nature. She can be a bit stubborn at times, and even show a bit of sass towards others. Yet she always tries to show respect towards others when she can. Of course, those damn catcallers on the street still get a middle finger by way of response or maybe even an insult thrown their way.

She also has a habit of trying to spend as much time around those few who she considers friends as possible. While some might see this as a bit… strange, to Kara it is simply a subconscious need to be reminded that she isn’t alone. This was the unfortunate truth of growing up in an orphanage, the poor girl had always had that deep seeded fear that nobody wanted her as the years went on without any sort of adoption. Although life at the orphanage was not all terrible, as Kara did rather quickly discover that she had talent for cooking and rather enjoyed the act. So when her chores were usually associated with making the meals for her fellows at the orphanage, the girl was rather happy to oblige. This, of course, is something which still carries over to her today. As when friends come to visit, or vice versa, its usually safe to assume that Kara has whipped up some form of tasty snack.

| {Place of Origin} |

Kara Dru-Zod was born in a rather strange place compared to most of her fellows on earth. The girl was originally born onboard a Kryptonian ship drifting through space, before she was sent away on an escape pod by her mother, and arrived here on Earth.

| {Background} |

Born aboard a Kryptonian military ship, Kara Dru-Zod is the sole (living) descendant of the final ruler of Krypton. Zod the Mad. Her mother being a consort of the mad ruler who he had brought aboard the ship as he fled the dying planet. The ruler of Krypton was eager to see an heir brought into this world, with small delusions of ruling Krypton still lingering in the mad ruler’s mind. As such, an heir or heiress was critical to ensuring that his rule continued on after he was no longer the ruler. However, things would not go as was planned for the ruler of the dead planet. However, the young girl remembers nothing of this parent or life onboard the ship. As shortly after she was born, her mother put her child into an escape pod and fired it away from the ship. An act that proved to be her final one, as Zod murdered the woman in a fit of rage after he discovered what she had done.

The pod hurtled through space for a few months before it finally found a home on a new planet within the Sol system. This planet, Earth, was the third from a yellow sun at the center of the system, which would prove to change the baby girl’s life in ways one simply couldn’t imagine. Her escape pod came down in the dead of night in the center of Yellowstone National Park. The pod crashing down in a small clearing where it scared the hell out of an unfortunate pack of wolves, and was found by the Sentry not long after it crashed down due to the noise the impact had caused. Carefully, she had removed the baby from the strange piece of technology when it started to make a strange noise. Barely having enough time to get the child of range, the pod overheated and exploded due to damage it had sustained upon re-entry. From that moment on, the Sentry decided that the child would be raised in the orphanage as a normal human, not the strange being she knew it to be from the odd technology it had arrived within. So, she was taken to an orphanage in Keystone city, run by somebody that the Sentry trusted with such a secret.

For much of her young life, Kara was no different than the other orphans that she lived amongst. A story was made up about her parents dropping her off because they simply couldn’t afford to have a child, and wanted her to have a better life than what they could provide. Even from this young age, Kara made a lasting impression on those around her. Always so full of energy and life, the girl was ever inquisitive. She wanted to learn about everything she could possibly get her hands on, and wanted to befriend just about every other kid living among them. Despite being such a friendly little child, Kara was in her fair share of fights with some of the others that lived with her. Most of these fights coming up because she stepped in when others were being picked on by some of the older kids. This became a recurring theme for much of her childhood, and often enough led to incidents of other kids picking on her for trying to step in.

Over the years following these incidents, Kara began to cool down a bit from her constant fights, settling into the roll of sweet yet shy girl. Not long after starting these lessons, a billionaire from Keystone City itself, Norman Osborn, seemed to get involved with the little orphanage. Donating a large sum of money towards the place so that it could be improved and offer a better quality of life to those living within its walls. He even arranged for a few of the older children, including Kara, to be enrolled in a rather high-end private school located in Central city. The generosity of the billionaire being something that Kara found truly inspiring as a little girl, and desperately wished she had some manner to pay it back towards others. The idea for how she could pay it back came not long after when she went with her newfound friend from school, Verra, and her mother to see some new movie that had come out. The movie, as it turned out, being about a superhero stopping crime and helping save the day against a maniacal madman. All of this while helping those who lived in the city. Delivering inspiring messages to each of them, and giving the young Kara the idea that someday she wanted to grow up to be a superhero like in the film. Thats how she would help all the others!

Yet it seemed hell would come to earth before the girl could even dream of becoming a superhero. Kara’s dreams fell away as she continued to suppress her powers to fit into her school, taking up the role of the shy nerdy introvert who Verra had apparently adopted. Slowly her dreams faded into just being a fantasy as her life continued on without much of an incident. Except, of course, when a haunted house spooked her so much at a theme park she punched the robot’s upper half off in front of Verra and her mother. That had been an event which took alot of explaining, and eventually resulted in Kara confiding her powers in the two. Yet things seemed to fade again after that, save for the occasional flight late at night when she convinved Verra to come along with her. School went by, Kara had dates with a boy or two, a girl or two, she worked a boring ass job at McDonalds over the summers. Truly, a mundane life for the young girl of incredible ability. Then everything suddenly changed and took a turn for the extraordinary in her life. She had been sitting on her bed at the orphanage, debating what to wear out for a date later that week with a boy she had been tutoring. Malcolm was his name. Then the TV in her room displayed a sudden flash from the news about a terrible derailment happening of the very train she knew the boy took home after school. Within seconds, Kara was out of the orphanage and rocketing towards the sight of the crash. Although she arrived much too later, as the disaster had already finished. The passengers and their belongings lay strewn across the ground, and a quick look around told Kara all she needed to know. They were dead. The memory still haunts Kara, as she clearly remembers the looks of all the bodies strewn across the ground and the terrible sounds that plagued her the next few weeks of people mourning those they lost that day. The day where Kara was helpless to do anything to protect the others despite her extraordinary abilities.

This of course galvanized the college-aged girl, bringing back to her mind those fantasies of being a hero who could prevent these tragedies. She brought the idea up, hypothetically of course, to the woman running the orphanage she lived in. Though she did not know the woman knew her origin and abilities, and was surprised by how ferociously the idea was shot down. Quickly the girl was talked out of the idea by one of the few people who she truly saw as family, as the woman was simply trying to protect Kara and keep those powers hidden. Still, the idea of becoming a superhero was now firmly at the forefront of her mind once more, as it had been for most of her young life.

When it came time to apply for college, Kara knew she had to do something to help others. Her dreams of being a superhero still driving her thoughts, and thus influenced her to move towards the path she chose in her schooling. She chose to become a lawyer, thinking that by taking this path, she could both ensure those doing harm would be put in jail, while also defending the innocent in court when they could not afford it. During this time, she dyed her hair from platinum blonde to the pinkish color she is known for in the modern day as a way to differentiate herself. She also got heavily into cosplay around this time, making costumes based off the anime, comic, movie, video game characters, and even some superheroes she so loved. This distraction allowing the girl a brief bit of time to just be herself, and enjoy time without thinking of the whole ‘help all the people!’ thing, something she felt was important to avoid becoming jaded. Being a rather attractive girl, this of course started to gain some attention for her. In turn, this led to the girl establishing herself on social media then from there she was contacted and brought in for some professional shoots. Soon enough, Kara was working as a model and a cosplay model, while grabbing the attention of more than a few individuals. One of them being a young man with promising potential, Lex Luthor, and the two quickly found middle ground then became quite the item. Things progressed quickly and with passion between the two, with Lex buying Kara a townhome in a nice suburb of Keystone and the two moving in together. Though this only lasted about a year, before the couple got into the most high intensity of fights and Kara quite literally threw Lex out of their home.

It was then that she decided to dive further into her studies in law, and started to discover that things weren’t quite as good as they had seemed a few weeks ago. Through the study of recent cases, and what she could hear around the city, Kara found that crime was starting to see a significant uptick. Metahumans were being hotly discussed, and her best friend was in a coma following the explosion of the particle accelerator. Then some strange group of metas started committing murders, and Kara quickly realized the world was teetering on the edge of an explosion. That enough was not being done to protect people, and keep the peace. Here, Kara decided enough was enough. She would personally get involved in helping with those very things she saw lacking. Kara took it as her chance to be the light in the rapidly darkening world that had emerged from the explosion. Using the skills from the years of making her cosplays, Kara designed a costume for herself. Using the name Sol, after the sun at the center of their system which she felt strongest when it was shining, and because she decided that she would be the world’s light. She then prepared to move out and become the hero she had longed to be for so long. Yet… plans got delayed as she received news that Verra had woken up from that coma. Then with the discovery of Verra’s own abilities, it wasn’t long before the two had made costumes and decided to strike out as heroes to protect the cities they loved.

Sure, the world was full of darkness and crime had spiked following that terrible explosion. But now, she had the means to become the light for the world. To bear its burdens so that it might smile one more day.

She is that light for the world. She is Sol.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

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Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

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