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Species: Human, obviously.
Age: 21
Gender: Female, again, obviously.
Faction: Jedi Order. At least, they're the ones who are least like the Hutts.
Rank: What do they call the kids beneath Padawan? Look, I only got into Coruscant a month ago. So, I'm still trying to get used to this whole 'Force and goody two shoes' thing.
Captive? Yes, damn me and my sudden conscience. I could have made it. I really could have.
Appearance:
I'm 5ft 7in tall, and no those metal rings around my fingers can't be removed like normal rings. They're kind of melded on my fingers, a nice little gift from the Hutts. The spikes can be unscrewed, thankfully enough though.
Flaws: Well, besides a few brawls, I have zero combat skills. I'd like to think I can pack a good punch, especially with these. *She gently clinks the metal rings around her fingers together*
I suppose I'm also emotional, for a Jedi. Too be fair though, I've only been officially at this for a month. How am I supposed to know you're not supposed to get frustrated and are supposed to be serene all the time?
I don't have a particularly high pain tolerance, I'm afraid. So when the torture begins I suspect I'll be blubbering like a baby before too long.
Also, I have no control over my force skills.
Skills: Well, criminally, I can hack your basic locks, pick pockets (though I'm no where good as I used to be, thanks to my permanent fashion statement), I'm fairly good at slight of hand(incredibly useful for cheating at card games) and hack your basic droids.
Non criminally...okay, most of these are used for criminal activities. What can I say? I lived on Nar Shaddaa for most of my life. Anyways, I've exceptioinally good memory. If I can remember small details on Nar Shaddaa, I can remember which way I'm dragged through a hallway. A Sith's face. Maybe a slight habit or addiction they have. Who knows what usefulness I'll find out while being a prisoner.
I'm a good actor too. Give me time and resources and I can create a character and make you believe their real. Or I can make someone believe I'm dying, injured, happy, sad...the list goes on.
I'm also pretty damn great at using the environment to my advantage, and moving through it fairly quickly, even if it's a surprise change. Sudden car? Over we go! Guards? Around or under, whichever is faster. And so on so forth.
Oh! I can also speak a variety of languages, the most impressive being wookie and Gamorrean. Do you know how damn hard those things are to learn? Very! Never say 'Oink' to a Gamorrean. Unless you want to piss him off so bad you have to kill him, that is. Of course, seeing as my vocal chords can't actually make some of their sounds, it's a simple language, but the message gets across. Two other languages whose sounds I can actually make are Ul'Zabrak and Mando'a.
Force capabilities: Pfft. What capabilites?
Biography: I was born to Nar Shaddaa, that lovable cesspool of corruption, crime, and death. Most of those who are not of Nar Shaddaa, and some of those who are, consider it a damned place. A place where only criminals thrive, and any notion of kindess, generosity, or hope is crushed. The people there, they think, are ruthless, brutal, and vile. Well, fuck what the offworlders think. Nar Shaddaa is my home. They are right to think that it is a damned place, and they are right to know that only criminals thrive. But they are wrong to think it a place where betrayal happens daily, hope is gone, and the only thoughts on its inhabitants' minds are survival and greed. There are families who care about each other, no matter the flaws. There are mercenaries and thieves with morals and lines they won't cross. The bonds of brotherhood are not limited to soldiers or Jedi. We risk our lives for each other, we die for our brothers and sisters. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Where was I...born on Nar Shaddaa. My father was a barkeep, my mother died while in childbirth with me, and he never spoke of her. From what pictures I managed to sneak glimpses of while he was asleep, or busy, she was a woman familiar with violence. The scars told me that. I suspect she was ex-military, judging from a blaster I found with her name carved into it. I lived as good a life as a noncriminal in Nar Shaddaa could, before it all exploded around me. You see, the Hutts found out that my father was one of the few businesses that didn't pay tribute to them. They didn't appreciate that, so they sent a few thugs to get the tribute. My father was the proudest man you could ever meet. He refused. Rudely.
The next thing I knew, there was gun fire, my father was running into my room, bloodied and injured, he threw me out my window with nothing more than 'Nazca, I love you!'. I fell into a garbage bin beneath my window, and then the shop kind of...exploded. That was it. My entire life, exploded in front of my eyes. I was 8 years old. I did what you'd expect a kid to do. I panicked, sobbed, and screamed. What really happened is kind of blurry in my memory, but I remember ending up being taken in by a street urchin gang after that time. I learned how to survive and the value of having people watching your back. Most of my skills I have now came from that time. They paid tribute to the Hutts, of course. Everyone does.
10 years passed by and I kept to myself, keeping to the code the street urchin's taught me. Keep your head down, do as the Hutts say, and don't cause trouble. But I couldn't let the knowledge that the Hutts had killed my family slip away, unchallenged and unpunished. Eventually I left them and started my own little crime syndicate. It took me another 2 years to become an actual problem for the Hutts. You don't just start challenging one of the most powerful crime families on Nar Shaddaa the instant you decide you want to. 2 years of deals, negotiations, favor for favor, starting attacking the Hutts resources, and then slowly building up till I was an actual threat. I attracted quite the motely group. There were Zabraks, humans Twileks, and most impressively, a Wookie, a Trandoshan, and a Gamorrean. You do not want to know the effort I put in inorder to ensure that the Wookie and the Trandoshan didn't kill each other, and the Gamorrean didn't kill anyone on our side. They, being the people who joined my little syndicate, came from various occupations. Bounty hunters, ex mercenaries, muscle for gangs, dancers, pick pockets and con men.
Don't get me wrong, the only thing we had in common was that we wanted to make the Hutts pay for what they had done to us. A Zabrak had lost her husband, the one she had bonded with, to the Hutts. The Wookie had failed to protect someone he had sworn a life debt too from the Hutts. The Hutts had cost the Trandoshan all his Jagganth points. The Gamorrean had been told 'Oink' by the Hutts represenatives, and they didn't kill him, only incapacitated him and threw him out. A Mandalorian who lost his family and clan to the Hutts. We weren't together because of a sense of 'justice' or 'wanting to change the crime in Nar Shaddaa'. We wanted blood, pure and simple.
Of course, it didn't last. We finally became enough of a problem that the Hutts couldn't just send their thugs after us. Every other time had only resulted in the thug's heads being sent back to the local Hutt boss, and us growing bolder. We grew too cocky, too sure of ourselves, and those fat fucking slugs made us pay for it. One piece of false information, and one rat in our group. That's all it took for them to neatly trap us and eliminate us. When I say 'neatly' I mean in the most brutal and bloody way imaginable. Half of us went to hit this Hutt warehouse we heard was undermanned. The rest stayed behind to rest, prepare, or just do whatever the hell they wanted. I stayed behind. I had no combat skills. I knew it, everyone else knew it too. The Wookie and the Mandalorian were experienced and respected enough to lead the attack. So, I have no idea what actually happened there. Other than what the Hutt's men told me, and I can't very well trust the word of those bastards can I?
At our base, it was a blood bath. A large group of Mercs(a couple mandalorians, humans, I think I even saw a Jawa) kicked down the door and started killing everything that fucking moved. I reacted quickly, screaming for everyone to scatter and go to the predetermined meeting places. That didn't work as they had all the exits covered. It was a fight to the death. The Gamorrean did good for himself. He charged straight into them, heedless of all the blaster wounds he was taking and just started swining his axe. A good half dozen of them went down before a vibrosword went through his neck. I think I saw a smile on his face, in the end. The Trandoshan just scared me. When he couldn't use his blaster rifle any more, breaking it over a Merc's head, he went in with nothing more than his claws. Have you ever seen a giant lizard use a broken Madalorian body to beat more Mercs? I have. He was turned into a fine red mist when one of them threw a grenade at his feet and he didn't notice.
Out of everyone, the Hutts wanted me spared. I had made myself the clear leader before, in clear view of their surveillance videos. So when I tried to fight, the Merc's didn't kill me. Rather, the one I fired at simply closed in quickly and clubbed me with the stock of his rifle. Bastard. I had a headache for hours after waking up. If you think I was lucky enough to be unconscious when they gave me my rings, you think too highly of the Hutts. They woke me up, restrained and groggy, just so I could feel the pain of having metal rings melded to my hands. After I had screamed myself hoarse and passed out, they'd wake me up again. Eight times. They did that. Eight. Fucking. Times. I was given a week or so to recover. After all, they didn't want me to die too quickly. Then they threw me in one of their arenas. Bastards didn't even have the decency to make it a hidden one, so sure were they that all of my former comrades were dead. Well, they were right, but they still should have put me in an underground one. You'll know why soon enough.
I was to fight against a Zabrak, they told me. Not good. Even if he didn't have more combat experience than I did, he was stronger, more pain tolerant, faster, and just plain better than me. As I walked into that cage, hearing the screams and howls of the crowd, I knew I was going to die. Painfully. He had the look of an experienced killer. You know, dead eyes, scars, relaxed stance. And knowing the Hutts, I guessed he was going to kill me slowly. As his fist moved impossibly fast and crashed into my stomach, making me vomit up whatever gruel the Hutts gave me, my guess was proven right.
I'll spare you the details of what happened for a while in that cage. Lets just say it was painful, and I remained cruelly conscious throughout the whole thing. Then, something remarkable happened. A Jedi cut through the cage, sent my Zabrak abuser through the hole he made with a flick of his wrist, and then took me away from Nar Shaddaa. Okay, it didn't go quite that smoothly, there was a lot more running, blaster fire deflecting, and fighting, but that was the gist of it. He took me to his ship, explained that he had found me through sensing my Force capabilities, and he was taking me to Coruscant so my actual skill level can be determined. That was a month ago, they had decided I had enough Force power to bother training, and now I'm a prisoner on a Sith ship, waiting to be tortured.
Personality: I'm generally a cheerful person, I swear. Granted I tend to swear a lot, but that's beside the point. I have a temper as well, as you've doubtlessly noticed. I tend to get quite rude whenever someone's pissed me off. I suppose I'm abrasive in general really, a peedunky. But that's not a bad thing, is it?
Player's Longterm Goal: Primarily, for Nazca, I just want to explore the experience of someone whose just become aware of their force powers, and the constant fluctuation between light and dark that is definitely going to happen on this ship.
Protector of the Weak
If the Jedi manage to talk to Nazca down from her negative emotions after her encounters with the Sith, and convince her that you can't fight fire with fire and win, Nazca would become a Light Sith. She's too used to her emotions to restrict them, but she can direct them towards a good cause. Provided she survives this, she'd likely stay connected to the Jedi order, but be primarily by herself on Nar Shadda, trying to improve the lives of those oppressed under the Hutts. A vigilante of sorts, similar, but also completely different from her first time fighting the Hutts.
Ruler of the Strong
Nazca, assuming she survives, will fully embrace the Dark Side, using her hatred and anger and other negative emotions to their fullest potential. She'll distance herself from the Sith, keeping only loose ties, and head back to Nar Shadda. She'll then launch another war against the Hutts, determined to not only kill them, but fill the power void they leave behind. She will rule her sector of Nar Shadda. The Barsavi name will be feared throughout the underworld.
Relations: I met this one Knight, Xid. How did he become a Knight? He's so...naive. Innocent. I could manipulate him any way I wish. But he's sweet, I suppose. I feel protective of him. I really, really hope he isn't on this ship.
I've met Jedi Master Tetsu(What. A. Schutta.) and her apprentice Shiri(I like her much better.)
Tolun is another I've met. I'll admit it, he gives me the creeps. Everything is..so clean. Disturbingly so. And I get the feeling he's more interested in learning, by any means necessary, than helping.
Koren is my official master. I don't distrust him, but neither do I trust him.
Misc:
Swears, insults, and phrases Nazca uses frequently
-Schutta: A Twi'lek insult, generally reserved for females.
-Screaming like a stuck Mynock: To scream in pain, loudly.
-Sith's Blood: A Mandalorian expletive.
-Kung: Scum, often used as a compliment in 'U kulle rah doe kankee kung' "You are my kind of scum'
-Laserbrain: Idiot.
-Nek take it: A curse used on Nar Shaddaa
-Son of a Sow: A Gamorrean curse.
-Gunsos: Ul'Zabrak for shit.
-Har'chaak: Mando'a for 'Damn it!'
-Echuta: Very insulting expletive.
If Nazca is ever speaking for a prolonged time in another language, rather than just posting that language and translating it later at the bottom of the page, I'll just write in this color to indicate she's talking in whatever language I mention. For example:
'"You traitor!." Nazca said in Mando'a. "You whore!"
Species: Human, obviously.
Age: 21
Gender: Female, again, obviously.
Faction: Jedi Order. At least, they're the ones who are least like the Hutts.
Rank: What do they call the kids beneath Padawan? Look, I only got into Coruscant a month ago. So, I'm still trying to get used to this whole 'Force and goody two shoes' thing.
Captive? Yes, damn me and my sudden conscience. I could have made it. I really could have.
Appearance:
I'm 5ft 7in tall, and no those metal rings around my fingers can't be removed like normal rings. They're kind of melded on my fingers, a nice little gift from the Hutts. The spikes can be unscrewed, thankfully enough though.
Flaws: Well, besides a few brawls, I have zero combat skills. I'd like to think I can pack a good punch, especially with these. *She gently clinks the metal rings around her fingers together*
I suppose I'm also emotional, for a Jedi. Too be fair though, I've only been officially at this for a month. How am I supposed to know you're not supposed to get frustrated and are supposed to be serene all the time?
I don't have a particularly high pain tolerance, I'm afraid. So when the torture begins I suspect I'll be blubbering like a baby before too long.
Also, I have no control over my force skills.
Skills: Well, criminally, I can hack your basic locks, pick pockets (though I'm no where good as I used to be, thanks to my permanent fashion statement), I'm fairly good at slight of hand(incredibly useful for cheating at card games) and hack your basic droids.
Non criminally...okay, most of these are used for criminal activities. What can I say? I lived on Nar Shaddaa for most of my life. Anyways, I've exceptioinally good memory. If I can remember small details on Nar Shaddaa, I can remember which way I'm dragged through a hallway. A Sith's face. Maybe a slight habit or addiction they have. Who knows what usefulness I'll find out while being a prisoner.
I'm a good actor too. Give me time and resources and I can create a character and make you believe their real. Or I can make someone believe I'm dying, injured, happy, sad...the list goes on.
I'm also pretty damn great at using the environment to my advantage, and moving through it fairly quickly, even if it's a surprise change. Sudden car? Over we go! Guards? Around or under, whichever is faster. And so on so forth.
Oh! I can also speak a variety of languages, the most impressive being wookie and Gamorrean. Do you know how damn hard those things are to learn? Very! Never say 'Oink' to a Gamorrean. Unless you want to piss him off so bad you have to kill him, that is. Of course, seeing as my vocal chords can't actually make some of their sounds, it's a simple language, but the message gets across. Two other languages whose sounds I can actually make are Ul'Zabrak and Mando'a.
Force capabilities: Pfft. What capabilites?
Biography: I was born to Nar Shaddaa, that lovable cesspool of corruption, crime, and death. Most of those who are not of Nar Shaddaa, and some of those who are, consider it a damned place. A place where only criminals thrive, and any notion of kindess, generosity, or hope is crushed. The people there, they think, are ruthless, brutal, and vile. Well, fuck what the offworlders think. Nar Shaddaa is my home. They are right to think that it is a damned place, and they are right to know that only criminals thrive. But they are wrong to think it a place where betrayal happens daily, hope is gone, and the only thoughts on its inhabitants' minds are survival and greed. There are families who care about each other, no matter the flaws. There are mercenaries and thieves with morals and lines they won't cross. The bonds of brotherhood are not limited to soldiers or Jedi. We risk our lives for each other, we die for our brothers and sisters. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Where was I...born on Nar Shaddaa. My father was a barkeep, my mother died while in childbirth with me, and he never spoke of her. From what pictures I managed to sneak glimpses of while he was asleep, or busy, she was a woman familiar with violence. The scars told me that. I suspect she was ex-military, judging from a blaster I found with her name carved into it. I lived as good a life as a noncriminal in Nar Shaddaa could, before it all exploded around me. You see, the Hutts found out that my father was one of the few businesses that didn't pay tribute to them. They didn't appreciate that, so they sent a few thugs to get the tribute. My father was the proudest man you could ever meet. He refused. Rudely.
The next thing I knew, there was gun fire, my father was running into my room, bloodied and injured, he threw me out my window with nothing more than 'Nazca, I love you!'. I fell into a garbage bin beneath my window, and then the shop kind of...exploded. That was it. My entire life, exploded in front of my eyes. I was 8 years old. I did what you'd expect a kid to do. I panicked, sobbed, and screamed. What really happened is kind of blurry in my memory, but I remember ending up being taken in by a street urchin gang after that time. I learned how to survive and the value of having people watching your back. Most of my skills I have now came from that time. They paid tribute to the Hutts, of course. Everyone does.
10 years passed by and I kept to myself, keeping to the code the street urchin's taught me. Keep your head down, do as the Hutts say, and don't cause trouble. But I couldn't let the knowledge that the Hutts had killed my family slip away, unchallenged and unpunished. Eventually I left them and started my own little crime syndicate. It took me another 2 years to become an actual problem for the Hutts. You don't just start challenging one of the most powerful crime families on Nar Shaddaa the instant you decide you want to. 2 years of deals, negotiations, favor for favor, starting attacking the Hutts resources, and then slowly building up till I was an actual threat. I attracted quite the motely group. There were Zabraks, humans Twileks, and most impressively, a Wookie, a Trandoshan, and a Gamorrean. You do not want to know the effort I put in inorder to ensure that the Wookie and the Trandoshan didn't kill each other, and the Gamorrean didn't kill anyone on our side. They, being the people who joined my little syndicate, came from various occupations. Bounty hunters, ex mercenaries, muscle for gangs, dancers, pick pockets and con men.
Don't get me wrong, the only thing we had in common was that we wanted to make the Hutts pay for what they had done to us. A Zabrak had lost her husband, the one she had bonded with, to the Hutts. The Wookie had failed to protect someone he had sworn a life debt too from the Hutts. The Hutts had cost the Trandoshan all his Jagganth points. The Gamorrean had been told 'Oink' by the Hutts represenatives, and they didn't kill him, only incapacitated him and threw him out. A Mandalorian who lost his family and clan to the Hutts. We weren't together because of a sense of 'justice' or 'wanting to change the crime in Nar Shaddaa'. We wanted blood, pure and simple.
Of course, it didn't last. We finally became enough of a problem that the Hutts couldn't just send their thugs after us. Every other time had only resulted in the thug's heads being sent back to the local Hutt boss, and us growing bolder. We grew too cocky, too sure of ourselves, and those fat fucking slugs made us pay for it. One piece of false information, and one rat in our group. That's all it took for them to neatly trap us and eliminate us. When I say 'neatly' I mean in the most brutal and bloody way imaginable. Half of us went to hit this Hutt warehouse we heard was undermanned. The rest stayed behind to rest, prepare, or just do whatever the hell they wanted. I stayed behind. I had no combat skills. I knew it, everyone else knew it too. The Wookie and the Mandalorian were experienced and respected enough to lead the attack. So, I have no idea what actually happened there. Other than what the Hutt's men told me, and I can't very well trust the word of those bastards can I?
At our base, it was a blood bath. A large group of Mercs(a couple mandalorians, humans, I think I even saw a Jawa) kicked down the door and started killing everything that fucking moved. I reacted quickly, screaming for everyone to scatter and go to the predetermined meeting places. That didn't work as they had all the exits covered. It was a fight to the death. The Gamorrean did good for himself. He charged straight into them, heedless of all the blaster wounds he was taking and just started swining his axe. A good half dozen of them went down before a vibrosword went through his neck. I think I saw a smile on his face, in the end. The Trandoshan just scared me. When he couldn't use his blaster rifle any more, breaking it over a Merc's head, he went in with nothing more than his claws. Have you ever seen a giant lizard use a broken Madalorian body to beat more Mercs? I have. He was turned into a fine red mist when one of them threw a grenade at his feet and he didn't notice.
Out of everyone, the Hutts wanted me spared. I had made myself the clear leader before, in clear view of their surveillance videos. So when I tried to fight, the Merc's didn't kill me. Rather, the one I fired at simply closed in quickly and clubbed me with the stock of his rifle. Bastard. I had a headache for hours after waking up. If you think I was lucky enough to be unconscious when they gave me my rings, you think too highly of the Hutts. They woke me up, restrained and groggy, just so I could feel the pain of having metal rings melded to my hands. After I had screamed myself hoarse and passed out, they'd wake me up again. Eight times. They did that. Eight. Fucking. Times. I was given a week or so to recover. After all, they didn't want me to die too quickly. Then they threw me in one of their arenas. Bastards didn't even have the decency to make it a hidden one, so sure were they that all of my former comrades were dead. Well, they were right, but they still should have put me in an underground one. You'll know why soon enough.
I was to fight against a Zabrak, they told me. Not good. Even if he didn't have more combat experience than I did, he was stronger, more pain tolerant, faster, and just plain better than me. As I walked into that cage, hearing the screams and howls of the crowd, I knew I was going to die. Painfully. He had the look of an experienced killer. You know, dead eyes, scars, relaxed stance. And knowing the Hutts, I guessed he was going to kill me slowly. As his fist moved impossibly fast and crashed into my stomach, making me vomit up whatever gruel the Hutts gave me, my guess was proven right.
I'll spare you the details of what happened for a while in that cage. Lets just say it was painful, and I remained cruelly conscious throughout the whole thing. Then, something remarkable happened. A Jedi cut through the cage, sent my Zabrak abuser through the hole he made with a flick of his wrist, and then took me away from Nar Shaddaa. Okay, it didn't go quite that smoothly, there was a lot more running, blaster fire deflecting, and fighting, but that was the gist of it. He took me to his ship, explained that he had found me through sensing my Force capabilities, and he was taking me to Coruscant so my actual skill level can be determined. That was a month ago, they had decided I had enough Force power to bother training, and now I'm a prisoner on a Sith ship, waiting to be tortured.
Personality: I'm generally a cheerful person, I swear. Granted I tend to swear a lot, but that's beside the point. I have a temper as well, as you've doubtlessly noticed. I tend to get quite rude whenever someone's pissed me off. I suppose I'm abrasive in general really, a peedunky. But that's not a bad thing, is it?
Player's Longterm Goal: Primarily, for Nazca, I just want to explore the experience of someone whose just become aware of their force powers, and the constant fluctuation between light and dark that is definitely going to happen on this ship.
Protector of the Weak
If the Jedi manage to talk to Nazca down from her negative emotions after her encounters with the Sith, and convince her that you can't fight fire with fire and win, Nazca would become a Light Sith. She's too used to her emotions to restrict them, but she can direct them towards a good cause. Provided she survives this, she'd likely stay connected to the Jedi order, but be primarily by herself on Nar Shadda, trying to improve the lives of those oppressed under the Hutts. A vigilante of sorts, similar, but also completely different from her first time fighting the Hutts.
Ruler of the Strong
Nazca, assuming she survives, will fully embrace the Dark Side, using her hatred and anger and other negative emotions to their fullest potential. She'll distance herself from the Sith, keeping only loose ties, and head back to Nar Shadda. She'll then launch another war against the Hutts, determined to not only kill them, but fill the power void they leave behind. She will rule her sector of Nar Shadda. The Barsavi name will be feared throughout the underworld.
Relations: I met this one Knight, Xid. How did he become a Knight? He's so...naive. Innocent. I could manipulate him any way I wish. But he's sweet, I suppose. I feel protective of him. I really, really hope he isn't on this ship.
I've met Jedi Master Tetsu(What. A. Schutta.) and her apprentice Shiri(I like her much better.)
Tolun is another I've met. I'll admit it, he gives me the creeps. Everything is..so clean. Disturbingly so. And I get the feeling he's more interested in learning, by any means necessary, than helping.
Koren is my official master. I don't distrust him, but neither do I trust him.
Misc:
Swears, insults, and phrases Nazca uses frequently
-Schutta: A Twi'lek insult, generally reserved for females.
-Screaming like a stuck Mynock: To scream in pain, loudly.
-Sith's Blood: A Mandalorian expletive.
-Kung: Scum, often used as a compliment in 'U kulle rah doe kankee kung' "You are my kind of scum'
-Laserbrain: Idiot.
-Nek take it: A curse used on Nar Shaddaa
-Son of a Sow: A Gamorrean curse.
-Gunsos: Ul'Zabrak for shit.
-Har'chaak: Mando'a for 'Damn it!'
-Echuta: Very insulting expletive.
If Nazca is ever speaking for a prolonged time in another language, rather than just posting that language and translating it later at the bottom of the page, I'll just write in this color to indicate she's talking in whatever language I mention. For example:
'"You traitor!." Nazca said in Mando'a. "You whore!"
Name: Zanna
Species: Sith Pureblood
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Inquisitor Apprentice
Appearance:
I stand at 5ft 7in. My general clothing is the black, form fitting cloth, ending in black boots, with the black robes over it. The palms of my hands are covered in old burn scars, and Lord Sish has recently given me a scar going around my right eye and down to my chin.
Notable Race Traits: Natural Force Sensitivity. Natural Dark Side sensitivity.
Flaws: Combat is my weakest skill. I am competent enough to beat acolytes(In Form VI Niman), but against my peers, if they could match or even disable my Force abilities, I would die. Horribly. Arrogance is another one, I suppose. It's not really a fault, I am superior to everything not Pureblood, and I'm better than most Purebloods too. I'm an alchemist and an Inquisitor. Other Sith are likely to trust me even less than my peers.
Skills: Alchemy and the Force are my two strongest skills. As I have mentioned, my combat talents are lacking. It is because all the time I could have spent training my lightsaber forms, I spent straining my Force skills, mastering the basics quickly. And as my previous master was an Alchemist, I learned most of his skills and expanded upon my already considerable talents. I'm very good at the game we Sith play amongst ourselves. I say game, even though it's at times more lethal than the battlefield. Certainly, it's more ruthless. But I'm skilled at hiding my true intentions, misleading others, etc.
Force capabilities:
-Force slow
-Force fear
-Sith Alchemy
-Drain Knowledge
-Tutaminis(adv)
-Force Lightning
Biography:
I was born in the Sith Empire, to the remnants Kissai caste. The Dark Side of the Force was in my blood, and from a young age I studied it and the practical uses of Alchemy. While most of my fellow students preferred to study the nature of the Dark Side itself, I was far more interested in learning of the affect of the Dark Side, or alchemy, on the mind. Could it break people's minds? Could we use it to force false memories onto people? Could it even be used to corrupt their perception of reality? That's what set me on the track I am today. Studying the affects of the Force on the minds of sentient beings, and how it could be used. I've already developed a method of breaking into someone's mind and reliving the memories they are reliving, seeing what their mind is conjuring. It's...fascinating.
Soon, I was discovered to be force ensitive, and shipped off to the Korriban academy to learn how to be a Sith. I displayed a talent for using Force powers, and was soon given over to an Inquisitor for training. It was...harsh. Brutal. Not physically, but mentally, especially when it came to using the force. Some of my fellow apprentices died from the training , even before the cut throat murder to be the 'one' the master delivered all of his secrets to began. I nearly died when this began, poisons being cured just in time, fighting off the mental attacks of my fellows. I always responded in kind and I always was victorious in the end. Of course, this could never be proven, but there was no doubt in anyone's mind. I was the strongest. I was the most determined. I deserved the secrets our master could deliver.
And deliver he did. Information I didn't even know of he delivered to me, and I was grateful. It's why he's still alive. He's the reason I've gotten as far as I have and he's realized that his life was worth much more than trying to kill me. So, my studies began in earnest, and while I could still be technically considered an apprentice, I surpassed my master and I am now looking to further increase my powers. That's partly why I'm here, to garner Darth Nyiss's favor and become her apprentice, while also helping her with her experiments. My skills, and experiments, in the area of mental manipulation and essentially torture reaching even her ears.
I will become her apprentice, even if I have to poison and kill all of those who would get in my way.
Personality: Ambitious. That would be the one word to describe me. I want to be more than just a Sith. I want to be more than a Lord. I want power. And if that power comes with enemies, so be it. Enemies can be slain or subjugated. Ruthless, Driven. Both are also accurate words to describe me. Perhaps not the best words for making friends, by Jedi standards, but then again, their capital planet was just sacked and ours remains strong, doesn't it?
Relations: Zanna only knows Nyiss, and then only by reputation.
Misc:
-Zanna still has a stuffed Bantha from her childhood, dubbed Dotis.
Player's Longterm Goals: To play a manipulative character who gets into fights as little as possible, and prefers to get rid of her enemies through deceit rather than combat If Zanna survives, she'll be Nyiss's apprentice. Otherwise she'll be dead..
Species: Sith Pureblood
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Inquisitor Apprentice
Appearance:
I stand at 5ft 7in. My general clothing is the black, form fitting cloth, ending in black boots, with the black robes over it. The palms of my hands are covered in old burn scars, and Lord Sish has recently given me a scar going around my right eye and down to my chin.
Notable Race Traits: Natural Force Sensitivity. Natural Dark Side sensitivity.
Flaws: Combat is my weakest skill. I am competent enough to beat acolytes(In Form VI Niman), but against my peers, if they could match or even disable my Force abilities, I would die. Horribly. Arrogance is another one, I suppose. It's not really a fault, I am superior to everything not Pureblood, and I'm better than most Purebloods too. I'm an alchemist and an Inquisitor. Other Sith are likely to trust me even less than my peers.
Skills: Alchemy and the Force are my two strongest skills. As I have mentioned, my combat talents are lacking. It is because all the time I could have spent training my lightsaber forms, I spent straining my Force skills, mastering the basics quickly. And as my previous master was an Alchemist, I learned most of his skills and expanded upon my already considerable talents. I'm very good at the game we Sith play amongst ourselves. I say game, even though it's at times more lethal than the battlefield. Certainly, it's more ruthless. But I'm skilled at hiding my true intentions, misleading others, etc.
Force capabilities:
-Force slow
-Force fear
-Sith Alchemy
-Drain Knowledge
-Tutaminis(adv)
-Force Lightning
Biography:
I was born in the Sith Empire, to the remnants Kissai caste. The Dark Side of the Force was in my blood, and from a young age I studied it and the practical uses of Alchemy. While most of my fellow students preferred to study the nature of the Dark Side itself, I was far more interested in learning of the affect of the Dark Side, or alchemy, on the mind. Could it break people's minds? Could we use it to force false memories onto people? Could it even be used to corrupt their perception of reality? That's what set me on the track I am today. Studying the affects of the Force on the minds of sentient beings, and how it could be used. I've already developed a method of breaking into someone's mind and reliving the memories they are reliving, seeing what their mind is conjuring. It's...fascinating.
Soon, I was discovered to be force ensitive, and shipped off to the Korriban academy to learn how to be a Sith. I displayed a talent for using Force powers, and was soon given over to an Inquisitor for training. It was...harsh. Brutal. Not physically, but mentally, especially when it came to using the force. Some of my fellow apprentices died from the training , even before the cut throat murder to be the 'one' the master delivered all of his secrets to began. I nearly died when this began, poisons being cured just in time, fighting off the mental attacks of my fellows. I always responded in kind and I always was victorious in the end. Of course, this could never be proven, but there was no doubt in anyone's mind. I was the strongest. I was the most determined. I deserved the secrets our master could deliver.
And deliver he did. Information I didn't even know of he delivered to me, and I was grateful. It's why he's still alive. He's the reason I've gotten as far as I have and he's realized that his life was worth much more than trying to kill me. So, my studies began in earnest, and while I could still be technically considered an apprentice, I surpassed my master and I am now looking to further increase my powers. That's partly why I'm here, to garner Darth Nyiss's favor and become her apprentice, while also helping her with her experiments. My skills, and experiments, in the area of mental manipulation and essentially torture reaching even her ears.
I will become her apprentice, even if I have to poison and kill all of those who would get in my way.
Personality: Ambitious. That would be the one word to describe me. I want to be more than just a Sith. I want to be more than a Lord. I want power. And if that power comes with enemies, so be it. Enemies can be slain or subjugated. Ruthless, Driven. Both are also accurate words to describe me. Perhaps not the best words for making friends, by Jedi standards, but then again, their capital planet was just sacked and ours remains strong, doesn't it?
Relations: Zanna only knows Nyiss, and then only by reputation.
Misc:
-Zanna still has a stuffed Bantha from her childhood, dubbed Dotis.
Player's Longterm Goals: To play a manipulative character who gets into fights as little as possible, and prefers to get rid of her enemies through deceit rather than combat If Zanna survives, she'll be Nyiss's apprentice. Otherwise she'll be dead..
Name: Sish
Species: Trandoshan
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Faction: Sith
Rank: Lord
Appearance: Sish
I stand at 6ft 6in, with dark green scales. My left arm is about two, three inches shorter than my right, a fond memory of my master. There are a few scars on my body, though they should be gone when I next shed. I have only one natural eye, the other being a cybernetic crafted to resist Force. My eye used to be a dark orange. Now, it's a yellow, a side affect of the Dark Side.
My clothing is battle armor. Black padding with metal plates. Only my hands, feet, and head remain uncovered, the former two because they're more useful that way, the latter because of personal preference. It's not customized, other than the color.
Notable Race Traits: I can regrow my limbs after they've been chopped off. It's not a quick process, but neither am I ever permanently left without both legs or arms. I can see into the infared spectrum, and my sense of smell is powerful enough to smell a Wookie days after it has left. I'm physically stronger than most races, but outmatched by Wookies. My scales are more durable than flesh. My claws, while making me lacking in finger dexterity, are perfect for unarmed combat.
Flaws:
My skills at using the force are weak, not enough to make me an easy target, but it is a weakness. I can use it powerfully and briefly, especially the basics, but not for very long. My infrared spectrum can be overwhelmed. My sense of smell can also be overwhelmed, or even tricked(though this is difficult) I'm also not used to the cunning or the social manipulation that survival on this ship will require. This is going to be a tough fight.
Skills:
Combat, obviously. One does not get Jagannath points by being scholarly. Before I joined the Sith, I was a mercenary wandering the Galaxy, with a taste for melee combat. That was enhanced and carried over when I joined and was trained by the Sith. I've fought a wide variety of opponents, from the dirtiest of Bounty Hunters to the most honorable of Wookies. Not to say I can't be surprised, but I've seen all the tricks, and can adapt accordingly. I've mastered the Lightsaber forms Form V Djem So(my great strength being very useful in this form) and Form VI Juyo. Of course, the infrared spectrum and my ability to smell. Also I carry around an ACP Scatter gun. Shot guns are always useful in close combat situations, especially when you can one hand them and reload with the Force.
Force capabilities:
-Crucitorn
-Force lightning
-Force Scream
-Detoxify Poison
-Force drain
-Basic Tutaminis(Enough to defend himself against more powerful force Users)
-Force Rage
Biography:
From birth, my life was one of combat and struggle. The earning of Jagannath points began early and never stopped. One of my siblings tried to kill me, and I ripped his throat out. Death was a daily part of my life, and I became numb to it quite quickly. The death of the Emperor would affect me about as much as the death of a bug. Most of my family is dead. Mother just disappeared, and I never saw her again. My father died protecting his ghrakhowsk. I killed my other siblings, or they would have tried to kill me, my Force Sensitivity allowing me to survive in situations where I should have been killed. The Strong Survive, the Weak Die. I left when I was adult age, twenty-five, in search of more Jagannath points, because I couldn't earn enough on Trandosha. Thus began my career as a Mercenary.
I took jobs for the Hutts, the Galactic Republic, The Sith Empire, anyone who would pay well, I did a job for them. I avoided long term contracts. They bogged me down, and I preferred to earn my Jagannath points against a variety of opponents and prey. On the few times I was with a Jedi, they sensed my abilities, and tried to recruit me. I refused all. There were definitely not going to be any Jagannath points if I followed the peaceful route of the Jedi. Did it bother me when I fought and killed Republic soldiers? Not in the slightest. My planet was apart of it, but my allegiances were to the Scorekeeper. What mattered who won the war in this world when the Scorekeeper was awaiting me at death? And so, I did my job for a variety of people and governments, and I did it well. While I didn't exactly become infamous, I was usually sought after by a large amount of people for a variety of jobs. Ten years passed this way. The Galactic Republic had hired me when the Sith...'recruited' me.
It was a simple job. Go with a squad of Republic soldiers and investigate rumors of Sith scouts. No force users, just soldier to soldier combat. Kill all hostiles, etc. Well...that didn't exactly happened. We walked into the bunker, a Mon Calamari in the lead. It was quiet, abnormally so. I saw their heat before they revealed themselves. They rose and before their lightsabers activated the Mon Calamari managed to shout 'It's a Trap!' He was cut down along with a host of others. The doors closed behind us, and the butchering began. It came down to a slaughter in close quarters. After all, what use was blasters in that death hole? Their use of the Force didn't help our chances either. For a few, long, hectic motions it became a whirring world of red light, flashing heat, screams, a few blaster shots, and blade upon lightsaber,
Still, I held my own, even managing to wound one. That's partially what saved me from being executed. After my Trandoshan double-blade slashed across my assailants face, my arm was suddenly gone and I was thrown, pushed, without being touched into the nearby wall. I still had a hand on my double blade, however. As they began executing those that weren't already dead, I took more notice in their details, aside from the fact they were Sith and enemies. Most of the fighters had been young, and were speaking to others who stood off in the shadows in terms like 'master'. Apprentices then. Getting their first test.
That's when I noticed there was quite a bit more dead Sith apprentices among the corpses of the Republic soldiers than there should have been. That didn't make sense. It was a bloodbath, a perfect victory. Why would there be their own dead amongst my former allies? That's when I noticed that all of the apprentices who had been killed weren't killed by blaster or sword. They were killed by lightsaber. So, the test wasn't to slay a group of Republic scum. It was to prove which of them was stronger. The Strong survive and the Weak die.
Someone was approaching, apparently preparing to kill me. Judging from the wound across his face, this was the apprentice that I had wounded. He was making some arrogant statement about my death, presumably, and glancing off to his fellows. Arrogance I could take advantage of. Distraction I could to. Alone they possibly wouldn't work. Together though...perfect opportunity. He was only wearing robes, and the blade cut through them like they weren't even there. The surprise on his fac was comical, before he slumped over. I shoved the blade through his throat just to make sure. And that's what got the attention of his, soon to be my, master. He was a pureblooded Sith, red tentacles on his face and all. His name was Shâsot. Rather than killing me, he sensed I was gifted with the power of the force. Judging by how I had survived the massacre and killed his apprentice, I possessed some strength. But, of course, he had to see just how much. I remember trying to reach my blade to kill myself before his boot crashed on my skull and I lost consciousness. I couldn't be captured! All my Jagannath points would be reduced to zero! My life would be forfeit!
Well, so much for that idea.
I'll gloss over my..'trials'. Suffice to say, they were painful, brutal, and proved my strength to my master. By the time he was through, I was more than willing to accept his offer. My training was less painful, but no less brutal and no less proving my strength. I was not 'pure'. I was assumed to be weak then. This was soon dissuaded with the deaths of few of those who thought I was weak enough to kill, quietly and with no connections to me of course. Twenty one years ago, My master was the first of those. We assaulted a group of Jedi. We won, and were separated from our forces. I sensed my opportunity. At long last, I could kill him. Prove my strength without a doubt. And, admittedly, get revenge for his zeroing of my Jagannath points and the 'trials'. I killed him because I was stronger, and he was weaker. I attacked him because it had been my life until he arrived. Being captured alive was a great shame to your average Trandoshan. I still hadn't lost that sense of shame. He wasn't unprepared, perhaps expecting it for years now. I didn't have the element of surprise, but I didn't want it either. The weak use surprise tactics.
It was a brutal fight, but I prevailed in the end, separating his head from his shoulders with my remaining arm. He had cut it off during the battle and I only avoided being killed then and there through force lightning. He had also destroyed my lightsaber. Returning to our group, I spoke of a surviving Jedi Master. They didn't believe it, and muttered darkly about it, as all the Jedi who were in the group were accounted for, but they didn't dare challenge me. I had proven my strength, and they were to weak to kill me. Though, prejudices run deep in the Empire, and I'm always considered 'inferior' by most who first meet me or haven't heard of me.
After spending about twenty or so years mastering the Form V(which my master had taught me) and Form VI(which I learned at my own discretion) lightsaber forms and combat in general, I met my apprentice for the first time on her home planet. It was a subtle mission, to kill a Jedi, and I largely kept my identity as Sith Warrior a secret. When I did finally meet my apprentice,I sensed that her and her brother were both force sensitive, not the Jedi I was looking for, but interesting noenetheless. The latter apparently a renowned warrior. Of course, even though I didn't worship the Scorekeeper anymore, I still couldn't resist the challenge. Turns out, he wasn't. The Jedi found me over the corpse, and he proved to be more of a fight. After killing him, my apprentice found me over both bodies. I threw her out the window in contempt. I thought she had died, and was leaving for Kashyyyk, as I hadn't killed a Wookie in quite a few years and still had a while before reporting success.
My apprentice followed me to the Wookie planet. I found her injured, with two dead Wookies around her an another getting ready to kill her. I killed the surviving Wookie, and rather than thank me, she tried to attack me, screaming some nonsense about her brother. It was short fight, ending with her unconscious, but not dead. She was strong, that was certain. Following me across the Galaxy, surviving the forest floor of Kashyyyk, slaying two Wookies, and then still trying to kill me. But, I had to find out if she was strong enough to be a Sith.
The 'trials' began again, only the roles were reversed. As soon as I had determined she was indeed strong enough to be my apprentice, I made an offer. At first she refused. So I tried to break her, make her agree, as my master had done with me. That didn't work, and it soon became clear I would kill her before I would break her. So, I tried a different tactic. What did she want with all of her emotion and life in her? My death. So, I used this fact. She couldn't kill me as she was right now, and I was offering the chance for her to gain the power necessary to do so. The Jedi wouldn't allow her to have her vengeance. The other Sith would slay her for not being Pure. I was her only chance.
Clearly, that worked.
Now, what are we, a Sith Warrior Lord and his apprentice, doing torturing and question and turning young Jedi? We were apart of the invasion force. The reason my apprentice and I are on this ship is twofold. We're heading back to Korriban, to continue her training. Also, I sense she's not entirely assured of the rightness of our path, of the Dark Side. She could waver. She could be weak and turn back to the way of the Jedi. If she is, I'll have to kill her of course. But, there is no way to know that without a test. And what better way to test than the torturing of those her age or younger? Will she stay strong? Or will she be weak, pathetic and show sympathy to the maggots that are bringing about the death of a galaxy?
Personality:
I am..complicated. Barbaric, but philosophical. Hate filled, but also with love. Ruthless, but merciful.
Perhaps this is best explained by why I fight...
People assume that the Dark Side is evil. Babies impaled upon spears. Civilians cut down in mad rages. While they are correct, they are also wrong. Those things can happen, those things probably have happened. But the Dark Side is not inherently evil. It is giving into emotions, being free. Utilizing the power given to us as it was meant to be, to command the herds of those weaker than us. The Jedi hide themselves from this power, fearing it and what it might do to them. Fearing freedom and utilizing logic when they should be governed by passion. Calm when they should use anger. Love when they should use hate. And because of this, they are weak. Easily deceived. Manipulated. Broken.
The Jedi lock away their emotions, thinking it makes them strong, fearing what the Dark Side can offer. They are wrong. It makes them weak. Emotions, all emotions, are what define us. Locking away some, or all, of them is unnatural, and foolish. Because of this, they will never know the fear of death, and will not fight as hard to avoid it. They will never know the anger, the grief, of seeing a friend fall in battle, and will not fight to avenge them. And if they do they fear it's touch, and shield themselves from it. And because of this they deny the truth of the Galaxy. The strong survive, and the weak die. It is not the destiny of those with power to protect those who cannot protect themselves. It is the destiny of the strong to rule the weak. They think they are different from us, calling themselves 'guides' and 'advisers'. In reality, they are almost like us. The strong ruling the weak, only we accept this fact, and they deny it. And because of this, they will die. They will suffer. Nothing can be too much for what they have done the Galaxy.
In short, I fight to free the Galaxy from the foolish ideals of the Jedi, so that it will stop being weak. I fight to strengthen it. I fight so that the law of the Strong Rule the Weak become Galaxy wide. I fight to make the Jedi pay for causing this weakness. To make them suffer. Weep. Die.
Relations: Jayda- My wavering apprentice.
Longterm goals: Sish, to be honest, is just a character I want to use to push the prisoners to their limit and potentially break them through physical, sadistic, torture. Sish is going to die this RP. If he gets what he wants, Jayda will kill him. If he doesn't, someone else will, or maybe Jayda will still kill him.
Species: Trandoshan
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Faction: Sith
Rank: Lord
Appearance: Sish
I stand at 6ft 6in, with dark green scales. My left arm is about two, three inches shorter than my right, a fond memory of my master. There are a few scars on my body, though they should be gone when I next shed. I have only one natural eye, the other being a cybernetic crafted to resist Force. My eye used to be a dark orange. Now, it's a yellow, a side affect of the Dark Side.
My clothing is battle armor. Black padding with metal plates. Only my hands, feet, and head remain uncovered, the former two because they're more useful that way, the latter because of personal preference. It's not customized, other than the color.
Notable Race Traits: I can regrow my limbs after they've been chopped off. It's not a quick process, but neither am I ever permanently left without both legs or arms. I can see into the infared spectrum, and my sense of smell is powerful enough to smell a Wookie days after it has left. I'm physically stronger than most races, but outmatched by Wookies. My scales are more durable than flesh. My claws, while making me lacking in finger dexterity, are perfect for unarmed combat.
Flaws:
My skills at using the force are weak, not enough to make me an easy target, but it is a weakness. I can use it powerfully and briefly, especially the basics, but not for very long. My infrared spectrum can be overwhelmed. My sense of smell can also be overwhelmed, or even tricked(though this is difficult) I'm also not used to the cunning or the social manipulation that survival on this ship will require. This is going to be a tough fight.
Skills:
Combat, obviously. One does not get Jagannath points by being scholarly. Before I joined the Sith, I was a mercenary wandering the Galaxy, with a taste for melee combat. That was enhanced and carried over when I joined and was trained by the Sith. I've fought a wide variety of opponents, from the dirtiest of Bounty Hunters to the most honorable of Wookies. Not to say I can't be surprised, but I've seen all the tricks, and can adapt accordingly. I've mastered the Lightsaber forms Form V Djem So(my great strength being very useful in this form) and Form VI Juyo. Of course, the infrared spectrum and my ability to smell. Also I carry around an ACP Scatter gun. Shot guns are always useful in close combat situations, especially when you can one hand them and reload with the Force.
Force capabilities:
-Crucitorn
-Force lightning
-Force Scream
-Detoxify Poison
-Force drain
-Basic Tutaminis(Enough to defend himself against more powerful force Users)
-Force Rage
Biography:
From birth, my life was one of combat and struggle. The earning of Jagannath points began early and never stopped. One of my siblings tried to kill me, and I ripped his throat out. Death was a daily part of my life, and I became numb to it quite quickly. The death of the Emperor would affect me about as much as the death of a bug. Most of my family is dead. Mother just disappeared, and I never saw her again. My father died protecting his ghrakhowsk. I killed my other siblings, or they would have tried to kill me, my Force Sensitivity allowing me to survive in situations where I should have been killed. The Strong Survive, the Weak Die. I left when I was adult age, twenty-five, in search of more Jagannath points, because I couldn't earn enough on Trandosha. Thus began my career as a Mercenary.
I took jobs for the Hutts, the Galactic Republic, The Sith Empire, anyone who would pay well, I did a job for them. I avoided long term contracts. They bogged me down, and I preferred to earn my Jagannath points against a variety of opponents and prey. On the few times I was with a Jedi, they sensed my abilities, and tried to recruit me. I refused all. There were definitely not going to be any Jagannath points if I followed the peaceful route of the Jedi. Did it bother me when I fought and killed Republic soldiers? Not in the slightest. My planet was apart of it, but my allegiances were to the Scorekeeper. What mattered who won the war in this world when the Scorekeeper was awaiting me at death? And so, I did my job for a variety of people and governments, and I did it well. While I didn't exactly become infamous, I was usually sought after by a large amount of people for a variety of jobs. Ten years passed this way. The Galactic Republic had hired me when the Sith...'recruited' me.
It was a simple job. Go with a squad of Republic soldiers and investigate rumors of Sith scouts. No force users, just soldier to soldier combat. Kill all hostiles, etc. Well...that didn't exactly happened. We walked into the bunker, a Mon Calamari in the lead. It was quiet, abnormally so. I saw their heat before they revealed themselves. They rose and before their lightsabers activated the Mon Calamari managed to shout 'It's a Trap!' He was cut down along with a host of others. The doors closed behind us, and the butchering began. It came down to a slaughter in close quarters. After all, what use was blasters in that death hole? Their use of the Force didn't help our chances either. For a few, long, hectic motions it became a whirring world of red light, flashing heat, screams, a few blaster shots, and blade upon lightsaber,
Still, I held my own, even managing to wound one. That's partially what saved me from being executed. After my Trandoshan double-blade slashed across my assailants face, my arm was suddenly gone and I was thrown, pushed, without being touched into the nearby wall. I still had a hand on my double blade, however. As they began executing those that weren't already dead, I took more notice in their details, aside from the fact they were Sith and enemies. Most of the fighters had been young, and were speaking to others who stood off in the shadows in terms like 'master'. Apprentices then. Getting their first test.
That's when I noticed there was quite a bit more dead Sith apprentices among the corpses of the Republic soldiers than there should have been. That didn't make sense. It was a bloodbath, a perfect victory. Why would there be their own dead amongst my former allies? That's when I noticed that all of the apprentices who had been killed weren't killed by blaster or sword. They were killed by lightsaber. So, the test wasn't to slay a group of Republic scum. It was to prove which of them was stronger. The Strong survive and the Weak die.
Someone was approaching, apparently preparing to kill me. Judging from the wound across his face, this was the apprentice that I had wounded. He was making some arrogant statement about my death, presumably, and glancing off to his fellows. Arrogance I could take advantage of. Distraction I could to. Alone they possibly wouldn't work. Together though...perfect opportunity. He was only wearing robes, and the blade cut through them like they weren't even there. The surprise on his fac was comical, before he slumped over. I shoved the blade through his throat just to make sure. And that's what got the attention of his, soon to be my, master. He was a pureblooded Sith, red tentacles on his face and all. His name was Shâsot. Rather than killing me, he sensed I was gifted with the power of the force. Judging by how I had survived the massacre and killed his apprentice, I possessed some strength. But, of course, he had to see just how much. I remember trying to reach my blade to kill myself before his boot crashed on my skull and I lost consciousness. I couldn't be captured! All my Jagannath points would be reduced to zero! My life would be forfeit!
Well, so much for that idea.
I'll gloss over my..'trials'. Suffice to say, they were painful, brutal, and proved my strength to my master. By the time he was through, I was more than willing to accept his offer. My training was less painful, but no less brutal and no less proving my strength. I was not 'pure'. I was assumed to be weak then. This was soon dissuaded with the deaths of few of those who thought I was weak enough to kill, quietly and with no connections to me of course. Twenty one years ago, My master was the first of those. We assaulted a group of Jedi. We won, and were separated from our forces. I sensed my opportunity. At long last, I could kill him. Prove my strength without a doubt. And, admittedly, get revenge for his zeroing of my Jagannath points and the 'trials'. I killed him because I was stronger, and he was weaker. I attacked him because it had been my life until he arrived. Being captured alive was a great shame to your average Trandoshan. I still hadn't lost that sense of shame. He wasn't unprepared, perhaps expecting it for years now. I didn't have the element of surprise, but I didn't want it either. The weak use surprise tactics.
It was a brutal fight, but I prevailed in the end, separating his head from his shoulders with my remaining arm. He had cut it off during the battle and I only avoided being killed then and there through force lightning. He had also destroyed my lightsaber. Returning to our group, I spoke of a surviving Jedi Master. They didn't believe it, and muttered darkly about it, as all the Jedi who were in the group were accounted for, but they didn't dare challenge me. I had proven my strength, and they were to weak to kill me. Though, prejudices run deep in the Empire, and I'm always considered 'inferior' by most who first meet me or haven't heard of me.
After spending about twenty or so years mastering the Form V(which my master had taught me) and Form VI(which I learned at my own discretion) lightsaber forms and combat in general, I met my apprentice for the first time on her home planet. It was a subtle mission, to kill a Jedi, and I largely kept my identity as Sith Warrior a secret. When I did finally meet my apprentice,I sensed that her and her brother were both force sensitive, not the Jedi I was looking for, but interesting noenetheless. The latter apparently a renowned warrior. Of course, even though I didn't worship the Scorekeeper anymore, I still couldn't resist the challenge. Turns out, he wasn't. The Jedi found me over the corpse, and he proved to be more of a fight. After killing him, my apprentice found me over both bodies. I threw her out the window in contempt. I thought she had died, and was leaving for Kashyyyk, as I hadn't killed a Wookie in quite a few years and still had a while before reporting success.
My apprentice followed me to the Wookie planet. I found her injured, with two dead Wookies around her an another getting ready to kill her. I killed the surviving Wookie, and rather than thank me, she tried to attack me, screaming some nonsense about her brother. It was short fight, ending with her unconscious, but not dead. She was strong, that was certain. Following me across the Galaxy, surviving the forest floor of Kashyyyk, slaying two Wookies, and then still trying to kill me. But, I had to find out if she was strong enough to be a Sith.
The 'trials' began again, only the roles were reversed. As soon as I had determined she was indeed strong enough to be my apprentice, I made an offer. At first she refused. So I tried to break her, make her agree, as my master had done with me. That didn't work, and it soon became clear I would kill her before I would break her. So, I tried a different tactic. What did she want with all of her emotion and life in her? My death. So, I used this fact. She couldn't kill me as she was right now, and I was offering the chance for her to gain the power necessary to do so. The Jedi wouldn't allow her to have her vengeance. The other Sith would slay her for not being Pure. I was her only chance.
Clearly, that worked.
Now, what are we, a Sith Warrior Lord and his apprentice, doing torturing and question and turning young Jedi? We were apart of the invasion force. The reason my apprentice and I are on this ship is twofold. We're heading back to Korriban, to continue her training. Also, I sense she's not entirely assured of the rightness of our path, of the Dark Side. She could waver. She could be weak and turn back to the way of the Jedi. If she is, I'll have to kill her of course. But, there is no way to know that without a test. And what better way to test than the torturing of those her age or younger? Will she stay strong? Or will she be weak, pathetic and show sympathy to the maggots that are bringing about the death of a galaxy?
Personality:
I am..complicated. Barbaric, but philosophical. Hate filled, but also with love. Ruthless, but merciful.
Perhaps this is best explained by why I fight...
People assume that the Dark Side is evil. Babies impaled upon spears. Civilians cut down in mad rages. While they are correct, they are also wrong. Those things can happen, those things probably have happened. But the Dark Side is not inherently evil. It is giving into emotions, being free. Utilizing the power given to us as it was meant to be, to command the herds of those weaker than us. The Jedi hide themselves from this power, fearing it and what it might do to them. Fearing freedom and utilizing logic when they should be governed by passion. Calm when they should use anger. Love when they should use hate. And because of this, they are weak. Easily deceived. Manipulated. Broken.
The Jedi lock away their emotions, thinking it makes them strong, fearing what the Dark Side can offer. They are wrong. It makes them weak. Emotions, all emotions, are what define us. Locking away some, or all, of them is unnatural, and foolish. Because of this, they will never know the fear of death, and will not fight as hard to avoid it. They will never know the anger, the grief, of seeing a friend fall in battle, and will not fight to avenge them. And if they do they fear it's touch, and shield themselves from it. And because of this they deny the truth of the Galaxy. The strong survive, and the weak die. It is not the destiny of those with power to protect those who cannot protect themselves. It is the destiny of the strong to rule the weak. They think they are different from us, calling themselves 'guides' and 'advisers'. In reality, they are almost like us. The strong ruling the weak, only we accept this fact, and they deny it. And because of this, they will die. They will suffer. Nothing can be too much for what they have done the Galaxy.
In short, I fight to free the Galaxy from the foolish ideals of the Jedi, so that it will stop being weak. I fight to strengthen it. I fight so that the law of the Strong Rule the Weak become Galaxy wide. I fight to make the Jedi pay for causing this weakness. To make them suffer. Weep. Die.
Relations: Jayda- My wavering apprentice.
Longterm goals: Sish, to be honest, is just a character I want to use to push the prisoners to their limit and potentially break them through physical, sadistic, torture. Sish is going to die this RP. If he gets what he wants, Jayda will kill him. If he doesn't, someone else will, or maybe Jayda will still kill him.
Name My name is Melloch
Species: Herglic or Koodan, whichever you prefer.
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Faction: I serve the Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Knight
Captive? No. I’m a part of the mission to save those captured.
Appearance:
I am slightly taller than is average for my species, standing at 7ft 5in, and I weigh 416 pounds.
Notable Characteristics of Species: My species is naturally very large, hairless, and typically have smooth skin(mine has been scarred with war). We possess aquatic organs, most notably the blowhole we breathe through.
Flaws: While I am certainly strong, due to my size, I am slow and clumsy compared to most races. Also due to my size. I cannot make it through most doorways, without some pain, quickly due to the fact that they are made for races that are far thinner and shorter than me.
I’m afraid I am not very dexterous with the items that will be on the ship or the items we will be encountering on the other ship. They are not made to my size, and I will only break them. The only thing made to my size on this entire ship is my Lightclub.
Skills: My concentration is, and there’s not modest way to say this, phenomenal and I’m able to concentrate on multiple things at once. I have too. How else am I supposed to use telekinesis to the degree I can while talking to people?
I have a considerable degree of skill in the arts of healing, although little of my work is actually hands on, given that my hands can’t do the necessary finesse work. I make up for this with telekinesis.
My still with telekinesis, especially finesse work, is phenomenal as well. A necessity.
My lightsaber style of combat is..unorthodox, given that I wield four rather than one or two.
I am moderately skilled in use the lightsaber form V Shien and Djem So.
Force capabilities:
-Basics. I am skilled in the basics all Jedi learn, but I have mastered telekinesis. Especially with finesse control, a necessary requirement for my chosen profession.
-Force Heal. I know the limits, but I’m very good at it. My aptitude, already there in my personality and only helped by my culture, is more than sufficient.
-Force Empathy. It is useful to know what others are feeling when you’re trying to diffuse a tense situation, or ease a panicking patient, if disturbing at times.
-Malacia. Messy, but undeniably effective.
-Force Stun. I do have some combat skills.
-Telekinetic Whirlwind. Useful for getting some space.
Biography:
I don’t really remember by birth planet. I remember being among other Herglics in a closed settlement, given that we were far larger than any of the planets other inhabitants. When the Jedi came through the community, looking for force sensitives, they found me fairly quickly. At the age of five I was taken away to the Jedi Medical center on H’Ratth to both study the art of healing (the Jedi who found me correctly figuring my personality would be best suited for a Healer) and be prepared for Jedi initiation. It was my first real taste of the war and it was a wake-up call.
For three years I helped treat the wounded (usually doing running for those whose fingers and hands were suited to it), started learning the medical arts, and how to use the force. Needless to say, it was a very busy three years. At the age of eight, I passed my initiate trials and was apprenticed to Jedi Knight John Matthews. The human recognized my weaknesses, fairly quickly. Despite my natural inclination to the healing arts I would not be able to help with basic medical arts, given that my hands were too large for dexterous work.
So my training in force powers was intensive on telekinesis. I’ll spare you the tedious details, lest you die of boredom, but suffice to say that there was a lot of repetition. After several years, my master decided that I was ready to actually go to the frontlines of the war. I was supposed to only be helping the healers, doing my best to keep our soldiers alive.
Of course, things never go as planned in war. On a routine trip to help heal the injured, far behind our own lines, things ended badly very quickly. The Sith launched an assault on the medical building I was in, intent on taking what medical supplies they could and killing all in their path. I don’t remember what exactly happened up to the event that left me scarred, but I can describe the event itself.
A Sith came into the Kolto tank room, which I was consigned to with several of the more injured patients. Despite my best efforts, he quickly disarmed me, threw me into several of the Kolto tank (evidently I had angered him enough that he forgot how valuable the liquid in those tanks were), and then slew the two patients. To be perfectly honest, I lost control. I was supposed to have protected those patients and they died. I tried to attack the Sith again and he beat the living hell out of me again. When he finally got bored and started to lazily go in for the kill I, while bleeding heavily from the soon-to-be scars, saw one of the dead patient’s lightsaber in the background.
Reaching out with the Force I used telekinesis to not only activate it, but yank it through the air and into the head of the Sith. Then I passed out. I awoke sometime later to the sounds of Republic forces entering the building. I was alive, but the Jedi I was supposed to protect and heal were not. That was a failure I would not repeat. I took the lightsabers, even the Sith’s, to remind me always of my failure and to make sure I never repeated it.
I managed to limp and stumble my way Republic help, and then was given a sedative as the other healers worked on me. When I awoke again, I was informed I had passed my Trial of Courage. The following years were rather uneventful, with me developing my powers with Telekinesis and lightsaber combat using it, passing my other trials, and becoming a knight.
Personality and/or Motivation: I am like most Herglics, inquisitive, practical, and calm. But I am also kind, eager to help people in whatever way I can. Be it healing, listening, or going on a rescue mission after a sith ship with at least one known Darth on it. I have also been described as ‘sickeningly optimistic’ before. I am easy going, unless you’re my patient or trying to interfere with my patient. Then I’ve been described as just about every insulting name in the galaxy for a strict mother hen.
Player’s long term goals: Save the Jedi prisoners, and keep the rescuers from being too much the blood thirsty fanatics. :p
Relations: TBD
Final Point - Secrets:
Melloch, like most Herglics, has a gambling problem. He cannot resist a game of chance, or a bet. On the flip side, this also means he’s become quite good at games like that.
Species: Herglic or Koodan, whichever you prefer.
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Faction: I serve the Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Knight
Captive? No. I’m a part of the mission to save those captured.
Appearance:
I am slightly taller than is average for my species, standing at 7ft 5in, and I weigh 416 pounds.
Notable Characteristics of Species: My species is naturally very large, hairless, and typically have smooth skin(mine has been scarred with war). We possess aquatic organs, most notably the blowhole we breathe through.
Flaws: While I am certainly strong, due to my size, I am slow and clumsy compared to most races. Also due to my size. I cannot make it through most doorways, without some pain, quickly due to the fact that they are made for races that are far thinner and shorter than me.
I’m afraid I am not very dexterous with the items that will be on the ship or the items we will be encountering on the other ship. They are not made to my size, and I will only break them. The only thing made to my size on this entire ship is my Lightclub.
Skills: My concentration is, and there’s not modest way to say this, phenomenal and I’m able to concentrate on multiple things at once. I have too. How else am I supposed to use telekinesis to the degree I can while talking to people?
I have a considerable degree of skill in the arts of healing, although little of my work is actually hands on, given that my hands can’t do the necessary finesse work. I make up for this with telekinesis.
My still with telekinesis, especially finesse work, is phenomenal as well. A necessity.
My lightsaber style of combat is..unorthodox, given that I wield four rather than one or two.
I am moderately skilled in use the lightsaber form V Shien and Djem So.
Force capabilities:
-Basics. I am skilled in the basics all Jedi learn, but I have mastered telekinesis. Especially with finesse control, a necessary requirement for my chosen profession.
-Force Heal. I know the limits, but I’m very good at it. My aptitude, already there in my personality and only helped by my culture, is more than sufficient.
-Force Empathy. It is useful to know what others are feeling when you’re trying to diffuse a tense situation, or ease a panicking patient, if disturbing at times.
-Malacia. Messy, but undeniably effective.
-Force Stun. I do have some combat skills.
-Telekinetic Whirlwind. Useful for getting some space.
Biography:
I don’t really remember by birth planet. I remember being among other Herglics in a closed settlement, given that we were far larger than any of the planets other inhabitants. When the Jedi came through the community, looking for force sensitives, they found me fairly quickly. At the age of five I was taken away to the Jedi Medical center on H’Ratth to both study the art of healing (the Jedi who found me correctly figuring my personality would be best suited for a Healer) and be prepared for Jedi initiation. It was my first real taste of the war and it was a wake-up call.
For three years I helped treat the wounded (usually doing running for those whose fingers and hands were suited to it), started learning the medical arts, and how to use the force. Needless to say, it was a very busy three years. At the age of eight, I passed my initiate trials and was apprenticed to Jedi Knight John Matthews. The human recognized my weaknesses, fairly quickly. Despite my natural inclination to the healing arts I would not be able to help with basic medical arts, given that my hands were too large for dexterous work.
So my training in force powers was intensive on telekinesis. I’ll spare you the tedious details, lest you die of boredom, but suffice to say that there was a lot of repetition. After several years, my master decided that I was ready to actually go to the frontlines of the war. I was supposed to only be helping the healers, doing my best to keep our soldiers alive.
Of course, things never go as planned in war. On a routine trip to help heal the injured, far behind our own lines, things ended badly very quickly. The Sith launched an assault on the medical building I was in, intent on taking what medical supplies they could and killing all in their path. I don’t remember what exactly happened up to the event that left me scarred, but I can describe the event itself.
A Sith came into the Kolto tank room, which I was consigned to with several of the more injured patients. Despite my best efforts, he quickly disarmed me, threw me into several of the Kolto tank (evidently I had angered him enough that he forgot how valuable the liquid in those tanks were), and then slew the two patients. To be perfectly honest, I lost control. I was supposed to have protected those patients and they died. I tried to attack the Sith again and he beat the living hell out of me again. When he finally got bored and started to lazily go in for the kill I, while bleeding heavily from the soon-to-be scars, saw one of the dead patient’s lightsaber in the background.
Reaching out with the Force I used telekinesis to not only activate it, but yank it through the air and into the head of the Sith. Then I passed out. I awoke sometime later to the sounds of Republic forces entering the building. I was alive, but the Jedi I was supposed to protect and heal were not. That was a failure I would not repeat. I took the lightsabers, even the Sith’s, to remind me always of my failure and to make sure I never repeated it.
I managed to limp and stumble my way Republic help, and then was given a sedative as the other healers worked on me. When I awoke again, I was informed I had passed my Trial of Courage. The following years were rather uneventful, with me developing my powers with Telekinesis and lightsaber combat using it, passing my other trials, and becoming a knight.
Personality and/or Motivation: I am like most Herglics, inquisitive, practical, and calm. But I am also kind, eager to help people in whatever way I can. Be it healing, listening, or going on a rescue mission after a sith ship with at least one known Darth on it. I have also been described as ‘sickeningly optimistic’ before. I am easy going, unless you’re my patient or trying to interfere with my patient. Then I’ve been described as just about every insulting name in the galaxy for a strict mother hen.
Player’s long term goals: Save the Jedi prisoners, and keep the rescuers from being too much the blood thirsty fanatics. :p
Relations: TBD
Final Point - Secrets:
Melloch, like most Herglics, has a gambling problem. He cannot resist a game of chance, or a bet. On the flip side, this also means he’s become quite good at games like that.
