Technical data
Name: Sish
Species: Trandoshan
Age: 60
Gender: Male
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Lord
Master: N/A
Former master(s): Belvarus Slakan (Deceased.)
Concerning you
You are a Sith, but not every sith looks the same. Describe what you look like.
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. My right arm, right side of my face and mouth, parts of my chest, and parts of my right leg are all robotic. They're all top of the line, designed to resist various physical attacks and attacks from the Force. There are a few scars on my body, though they should be gone when I next shed. My remaining natural eye used to be a dark orange. Now, it's a yellow, a side effect 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.
A Sith knows the ways of the Force. How do you prefer to use it?
-Basics Mastered, I'd be dead if I hadn't.
-Crucitorn, while my own pain threshold is very high, even I possess limits.
-Force lightning, it's somewhat iconic and undeniably effective.
-Force Scream, an involuntary ability, but one I have.
-Detoxify Poison, I am not blind to the favoured manner of Sith to kill other Sith.
-Force drain, even I run out of energy.
-Battle Meditation, an ability I learned to better help the troops on the frontline.
-Force Rage, my rage is never far from reach, always waiting to be released.
-Animal Friendship, Friendship is a cute way to describe 'brutally dominating and forcing to obey me through fear.'
All obstacles have to be removed or overcome, so what skills do you possess to aid you?
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 know how to read body language, a very useful thing in a fight, and see what people are thinking when they’re mouths are saying something different.
I've made a study of all the lightsaber forms. There's a list of what I've mastered, what I'm proficient in, and what I'm merely knowledgeable of.
Physically I can see into the infared spectrum, I have a keen sense of smell (able to smell a wookie a week after it's left the area), my strength is only bested by a Wookie or those stronger than them, my robotics similarly enhanced to equal my strength.
My robotics are all top of the line, designed and built with materials to resist all physical attacks, environmental damage, and Force attacks. My robotic eye can see into the infrared and has night vision. The steel teeth are all razor sharp, even better than my natural teeth for tearing into flesh. That's not even considering the fact that they can be filled with poison.
My robotic arm can spew flames, to replace the lightning I lost.
The various parts of my right arm and right chest that are cybernetic have compartments in them where I store weaponry. Slug weapons, blasters, and spare lightsabers, stolen from fallen opponents.
My ear drums have been replaced by cybernetic ones, having been destroyed by a Tank exploding right next to me. They've been designed to block out specific frequencies, and can be turned up and down.
Everyone has a past. What brought you here and what challenges did you have overcome to reach your current situation?
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 face 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 pure-blooded 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 a 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.
Since that day I've been in battle after battle. Frontline after Frontline. I earned the respect and loyalty of all the soldiers by saving them and defending them. Other Sith would run when the battles went the other way. Leaving the soldiers behind to die. I returned to save them, protect them. This war would not be won if they died. Through this I earned their loyalty. I earned their respect. I gathered my 'powerbase' as the other Lords call it. Unfortunately, my 'powerbase' cannot help me now. They're all on the frontlines, where they belong, and I'm here.
My last battle before I met my apprentice, I fought the now Battlemaster Fa in a battle that should have gone the Empire's way. She appeared, and turned the tide. In our resulting duel, I was left with my injuries that put the cybernetics you see on me now.
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 and fighting in the war, 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 nonetheless. 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 and 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.
As I had been doing my entire career with the Sith, I carried her from frontline to frontline. We fought and killed for the Empire, fighting the forces of the Republic until we received a mission from Nyiss herself. Coruscant was to be attacked.
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?
We all learn about lightsaber combat, so what form(s) and skills in fighting have you found reasonable to learn?
Form I Shii-Cho: Proficient. I am skilled in it.
Form II Makashi: Knowledgeable. I do not possess the finesse or fine control to do the movements and finesse strikes, but I do know it's skills and style. I can counter it.
Form III Soresu: Proficient. I do not like playing defensive, but I can.
Form IV Ataru: Knowledgeable. I am not meant for flipping about or their fancy moves. But I do know how they fight and can correctly adjust.
Form V Shien/Djem So: Mastered. I have Mastered both Variants, though I prefer Djem So.
Form VI Niman: Proficient. I am not skilled in using the Force in combat the ways Niman requires, but I can.
Form VII Juyo: Mastered. I have mastered this vicious, emotional, random attacks.
How do you relate to the other characters and how do you see them?
Jayda is my wavering apprentice, who I have yet to see what she'll do.
Arken is my other apprentice. Far less unsure of her side.
Zanna is a scheming weakling, one who was in my way for too long when I was in a bad mood.
Fa is a worthy opponent, the one who took my arm and most of my face.
Nyiss is the Darth. One to be feared and respected.
The rest I don't know enough to make more than generalizations about. Weak Jedi, conniving Sith.
Out of Character
How powerful is (s)he in the Force?
Sish is a powerful Lord of the Sith, specializing in the vicious, broad, combative uses of the Force.
Has your character encountered members of the other factions before?
Fa, in the battle that made her a Battlemaster. TBD if he has met any others.
What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her?
Sish is extremely loyal to the Empire. He's one of the few Sith who will put the Empire's victory over his own goals, and despises the politics the other Sith engage in. If he can, he avoids it. He's driven by the need to find worthy opponents, and to slay the Jedi, as he views that they are a blight upon the Galaxy, weakening the natural order. He's a vicious monster, but he's a vicious monster who is at the beck and call of the Empire.
Nobody with any sort of wisdom wants to speak of their flaws. Especially not to their enemies, so what are your character’s flaws?
Sish has no combat weaknesses (Not to say that he's unbeatable in a fight, just that there are no major combat weaknesses that can be exploited. He can still be bested by superior numbers, better tactics, etc etc) because he has no political strengths. He's a soldier and is not at all interested in the politics that the other Sith will engage in. This means he's bad a lying, bad at detecting lies (unless he's known you for a long time, as in Jayda's case). He can be manipulated more easily than the other Sith. He doesn't do manipulations himself. If he needs someone to do something, he'll ask/command or do it himself.
Sith tend to be loners who don’t seek to interact with other Sith except when it is business. What will cause your character to initiate interactions with the other Sith?
Sish will go to other Sith when he needs help torturing Jedi or procuring items to train his apprentice and torture Jedi. He, wisely, doesn’t go seeking the other Sith unduly as it always ends in trouble.
Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?
So long as it's not 'and then they forced feces down his throat' I'm pretty much okay with everything.
How would your character go about trying to turn Jedi?
Give them something to hate. Give them something to despise. And make them see that without using that hate, that anger, they'll never beat him. Never be free. Sish is going to make the Jedi hate him, and he is going to make the Jedi use that hate to beat him.
The Jedi can take prisoners too. Is your character eligible for captivity?
Of course! Sish needs someone to debate with.
What ideas would you like to try or accomplish with your PC in the IC?
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.
Perhaps someone will use him to further their plots. Perhaps not. We'll have to see.
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