Name: Miryia Farlina Janus
Age: 2,275 (Chronologically, about three hundred and seventy-five in terms of actual life lived)
Race: Arkanian.
Brief Bio:
It’s said a storm raged across the skies the night Miryia of House Janus was born. She was one of three triplets who came into the Galaxy that day, but while her siblings cried, she remained oddly silent and many took it as a sign. Of course, when you’re a member of house Janus everything is a sign, the family had been one of the co-founders of the Republic at the dawn of its history and no less than ninety of them had been Supreme Chancellors and seventeen were Grand Masters of the old Jedi order. She’d been born to be great, genetically engineered for it (literally due to Arkanian society) and it came as no surprise when she tested positive for force sensitivity. Two of her great uncles had been Jedi Knights, her father’s youngest brother was a venerated member of the Jedi service corps and her maternal great uncle was killed fighting Mandalorian pirates as a Padawan. From the time she could form her first words she was trained in the family palace, by one of her great uncles learning to move objects with her mind before she could walk and then learning to channel the force to run, dance and play. When she was taken before the Jedi high Council around age four, she didn’t weep, nor did she mourn the parting from her parents for she felt as though she belonged, as though the room was hers. The Jedi council could have been forgiven for not seeing the touch of ambition in her eyes or perhaps they noticed but dismissed it as mere breeding that could be channeled or suppressed. Around age nine she was assigned a master, a gruff Dreathos who was nearly five hundred years old. Master Croo spent two centuries wandering the unknown regions and seldom returned to the temple of Coruscant or any of the minor Jedi temples throughout the Galaxy. While Jedi of the Janus line traditionally stayed close to the inner rim, it was hoped that by putting her out of her comfort zone she would better serve the order. For seven years Croo and Miryia wandered the galaxy, she learning from him and he harnessing her considerable power in the service of the Light. On Tatooine she distinguished herself when she bested the strongest warriors in a band of Tusken Raiders and brought them to the peace table. In the Lokondo system they liberated slaves and sent several youngsters to the Jedi temple for review and possible training. At age seventeen she passed the trials and became a Jedi Knight yet remained with Croo for several more years, feeling that while she had long ago surpassed him in power, he still held much to teach him though he disagreed with her assessment he allowed her to travel with him having grown fond of his “little aristocrat”. The final lesson Miryia would ever learn from Croo was the bitterness of grief, for not a year after her ascent to Knighthood, her beloved teacher was slain by dark side practitioners. Something broke in Miryia, or perhaps something that had always been broken was simply turned loose for she reacted less to the death of her dear friend and more to the failure of the Jedi Order to properly eradicate all the leftovers from the destruction of the Sith. Miryia butchered them all, save for a single infant which she abandoned on the doorstep of one of the many, smaller Jedi temples that existed at that time. Returning to Coruscant to report the death of Croo and to finally mourn her friend, but also to warn the council that groups of force users had scavenged leavings of the Sith and begun to dabble in the twisted arts of the dark side. The council thanked her for the knowledge and then wasted a year debating what should be done on the matter, something that irritated Miryia who believed the solution was simple, kill them all. Over the next five years the youth became one of the louder voices for a more proactive involvement by the Jedi Order in the affairs of the Galaxy, particularly concerning the dark side which she believed was on the rise again. Finally, at her wits end and tired of deliberation the Jedi Knight requested permission to venture out into the galaxy, to follow the will of the force and to do its bidding wherever she could. The council, shocked that a member of her family would want to mingle with the commoners agreed but cautioned her to stay away from dark side cults lest her indignation become a need for vengeance. Miryia agreed, she kept her word for ten years but eventually she felt the call and soon found herself battling not amateurs dabbling in darkness but remnants of the Sith! The young Jedi found herself outmatched, though she killed several their masters began to drive her to limits and in the darkness of battle she felt a call of a different sort, a sickly, cold power that she was both repulsed and intrigued by and calling on that power pulled the life force out of one of her attackers, infusing her cells with life and vitality and the onrush of power that allowed her to slay the remaining Sith in that particular clan. When the battle was at last concluded, she gazed upon the ruins of a sort of citadel that had belonged to them and in the dark, the temptation to learn from the dark was too strong and she briefly succumbed. Miryia spent the next five years studying the Sith lore, practicing their techniques, indulging in their sorcery and alchemy which she found she had a disturbing aptitude for. While fascinated, while learning much it was her next brush with the Darkside that left her utterly disgusted by Sith philosophy and brought her back to the light. She witnessed a Sith lord, ailing and frail drain the life force out of his own daughter to restore himself, the action both rejuvenating him and filling him with a feral arrogance that caused him to delve deeper into the darkside, to call upon more and more of the energies wracking his body. Miryia was horrified, the Sith had reminded her of those desperate drug addicts who’d sell their own babies for spice or deathsticks and the fact that she’d stooped so low disgusted her even more. Her pride offended, she stormed the Sith’s place of power and slew them all then calling upon the light, she felt something new. The old familiar burn of the light, the warm welcoming heat intermingled with a slight breeze and she realized the darkside remained at her beck and call. Deciding to risk death she attempted to channel both aspects of the force and in doing so unleashed a blast of silver light that blew the Sith in half. She raised their compound and destroyed their tomes and tombs and walked into the night. The experience had given her much to think on, but she also didn’t like the idea of using the dark side, even if in conjunction with the Light, not yet. So, she abandoned her experiments for a time and spent fifty years out in the wider galaxy before returning to Coruscant, this time as an accomplished Jedi Knight and one whose deeds had become folklore. Though she neglected to inform the council of her dabbling in the darkside, she told them of her brushes with the Sith. They weren’t entirely surprised and figured some clans had survived out in the wilderness of the unknown regions and outerrim. While she accepted their acknowledgment with stoicism, internally she was disgusted at their lack of will. Had they known, they should have declared a crusade and exterminated them. Later that year she was elevated to the rank of Jedi master and given a seat on the high council, where her more proactive stance and her drive made her popular among the younger Jedi. Among them was an Umbarian Padawan named Phanius, whose charisma and power were enormous and seemed to rival her own even at such a young age. She took a keen interest in his life and around this time fell in love with and married a young Knight from the Sunrider family. While the Jedi Order had begun to frown on marriage a century prior to her birth, it wasn’t yet outright criminalized and her marriage to the Sunrider youth was controversial but accepted and met with some praise. Phanius attended with his master and it was said he remarked that it was a pleasant dream. Perhaps if Miryia knew what those words would signify later, she would have killed him then and there while she still possessed the power to do so. She would give her husband two sets of twins and a lone daughter all of whom would mourn the death of her husband some twenty years later. Of her children only the daughter possessed any force power (The others would go on to be Senators, governors and prefects) and Phanius would end up being her master when he finally attained the rank of Knight. When Phanius became a Jedi Master it was Miryia who performed the ceremony and presented him with his Aurodium sealed lightsaber. Later, when he left the Jedi order it was she who realized he was likely going out into the dark and she followed him, seeking to stop her old friend before things went too far, only to see him die (or so she believed). Several years later Darth Ruin, the insane solipsistic Sith Lord would unite the Sith clans and declare war on the Republic. Miryia battled both him and his flowers, striking the hardest of any Jedi even going so far as to base delta zero a planet that had allied with the sith. Even after Ruins death, she relentlessly pursued the Sith but the Jedi council grew less and less proactive and Miryia became convinced only strong, resolute order would protect the galaxy from unbridled darkness. To that end, she committed her greatest atrocity, she lured the more reluctant voices on the Jedi high Council to Malastare and there slew them (harming herself in the process), framing the Sith and ensuring that the order would be galvanized to fight on. When the Republic Senate waivered, it was Miryia who proposed the Jedi takeover the Republic and govern in place of the Grand Chancellor, it was Miryia who first adopted the title “Lord” in battle against the Sith and it was this relentless arrogance and vicious streak that led her to believe that the war might have been beneficial, that dragging it on for as long as possible might save the Galaxy if both sides could fight to mutual extinction and a newer, healthier, more dynamic and assertive order could fill the void. The darkside was strong in her, as was the light and she viewed both as raw materials in the hand of an artist or smith, or as sophisticated and risky tools. Perhaps, she would have implemented this plan had her personal starship not been hurled through hyperspace in the aftermath of a battle, its drive fried, Miryia was forced to limp home at near lightspeed in normal space. She estimated that it would take a century in real space (Though at those speeds only five years would pass from her perspective)to get back to a Republic outpost (or Sith), where she could requisition a working vessel or commandeer one and return to a war she could only hope was still raging. To prevent herself from starving Miryia used the force to seal herself in suspended animation and sealed herself in a stasis pod. Unbeknownst to her, the sublight engine system was also damaged and she was left adrift for nearly two thousand years. Rescued by an Imperial Star Destroyer working for the Remnant they brought her back Orinda where she was taken out of Stasis. It took several days but eventually the utter state of flux of the force assaulted her senses and rocketed her to awareness. Awaking disoriented and bewildered she slew an Imperial doctor and nearly killed another before a terrified Storm Trooper talked her down. After returning to her senses the weight of just how long she’d been asleep hit her and it would have emotionally overwhelmed a lesser force user. With the situation explained, with the knowledge that she was a “guest” of this council of Moffs and Sate Pestage (whoever he was) and asked solely to be given as many unaltered historical documents as possible. Miryia spent the next two months locked in study, catching up on two thousand years of history and the ultimate fate of the Jedi and Sith. Initially given imperial propaganda she slew the fool dumb enough to insult her intelligence by feeding her obvious lies and finally was given full access to what remained of the Sith Lore Palpatine had horded and what was left of the unaltered documents. At first she was proud and then enraged, while the war had indeed carried on for a thousand years the Jedi emerged not only triumphant but consecrated by the war and had begun to ossify, she could see it, the stagnation apparent and the Sith? To her disgust and amusement, the deranged drug addicts passed from the hands of one deluded maniac to the next until a fallen Jedi Master named Skere kaan blew them all up on some random planet. The lone survivor going to ground, skulking in the shadows and altering Sith culture into this heretical “rule of two” that ensured winged Dragons learned to slither like snakes, well they had at least changed, even if their evolution was degeneration and devolution. To her the solution had been simple, abandon the treachery and fight for unity, embrace other aspects of the force and fight united in spirit yet they saw none of that. This Palpatine came off like a hot-rodding imbecile and Yoda seemed to her like a disgrace to everything a Jedi Master should be and reminded her too much of those rigid, over deliberating simpletons. House Janus had survived the ages, even if they had lost much of their power and influence in the Imperial era and the waning years of the Republic. This Luke Skywalker Palpatine fawned over like a stalker and his monstrous father both disgusted and intrigued her, at once she could tell both were little more then golems created by the force to exact vengeance on them (She had read up on this Darth Plagieus and his nimrod assault on the force and surmised what Palpatine was too afraid to put to words about the Skywalker line), on the other they represented a blank slate. The disorder and discord of the Galaxy disgusted her, but she liked the notion of the New Order, even if it was a perversion of itself with a bunch of unstable mongrel scum. Still, Zsinj was no fool, the organized crime syndicates wouldn’t do and she had no use for the Pentastar alignment for as long as Jerec endured, she had no interest in sharing power with an inferior, one who would was tainted by heresy. No, this “Imperial remnant” would have to do and she was content to play the part of a servant for now, but she would bring it to heel one day, she would purge the weak and unite the strong, she would bring the feuding factions together uniting them as Ashla and Bogan had once been united by the Bendu of old. She would become empress and guide this galaxy on a proper path and any order of force users that stood in her way would be ruinated.
At least, that was the promise she made herself when Sate Pestage foolishly crowned her as “The Empire’s Herald” and charged her with “Founding a new order of force users, an Imperial one, in the service of the New Order”.
At least, that was the promise she made herself when Sate Pestage foolishly crowned her as “The Empire’s Herald” and charged her with “Founding a new order of force users, an Imperial one, in the service of the New Order”.
Faction: Imperial remnant.
They found her, resuscitated her and because they present the easiest faction to coopt from within. Also their stolen Jedi and Sith lore.
Personality: Driven, charismatic, dangerous and noble, regal and handsome have all been descriptors used to sum her up. Most of them are accurate, Miryia is an unrelenting force in her conviction and she isn’t above being astoundingly brutal when the situation calls for it (she destroyed entire planets during the New Sith Wars), she possess a sense of self importance and ego that perhaps exceeds the scope of the universe itself and was surpassed in raw megalomania by Palpatine himself and insanity by only Darth Ruin’s crazy ass. Miryia doesn’t so much as view the force as a divine font of life energy as more a source of power and raw materials to be harvested, molded and customized to fit the wielders needs. To this end she doesn’t refer to Jedi or Sith as force users but as “wielders” or “makers”. In her youth she possessed a fair if hard sense of justice and a keen desire to help the Galaxy, in her adulthood this turned into a cynical, harsh and remote desire to correct and control a flawed universe, sometimes even if that means destroying the very thing you’re fighting to protect to remake it into something more grand. She has a maternal instinct, even now after centuries of war and moral compromising have left her able to commit countless atrocities and it can disrupt her ability to think objectively in regards to anyone she cares about. Deep down inside, she knows she’s gone completely insane but is too far gone to really correct that, the mission must succeed. Miryia’s morality is incredibly binary either you’re on the side of order and justice and peace, or its enemy. Anything on the side deemed the enemy is subject to any and all means of coercion or defeat, her goal is nothing short of Galactic unity at the end of a Lightsaber. Where once she was a believer that the world can change if one trusts in the force and in their own heart and sense of ethics, she now believes it only makes sense if you beat it down and force it to make sense. She’s intensely hostile towards the leaders of other force using orders, viewing them either as heretics or obstacles and her view of those who practice Sith philosophy is that they’re little better than drug addicts and should be killed without mercy. While talented in arcane sorcery and lore, she’s utterly useless when it comes to prophecy, for her entire life she’s never received a single vision of the future, only able to see the past. Her powers in the force are vast but two millennium in a deep sleep has left her mind somewhat warped and she’ll periodically sleep for several days to rejuvenate herself. She’s very rigid and comports herself like a true aristocrat, not even deigning to put herself in the place of a lesser being. Luke Skywalker terrifies her and the notion of the Skywalker line continuing bothers her more than anything else, her fear of what she terms as “deadly, soulless homunculi’ will often blind her and she may one day meet her end because of it.
She’s eternally vexed by the fact that she has never been able to conjure up the energy blasts she used in her youth, but she can call upon a golden variant of force lightning. In her youth she specialized in Makashi becoming a master of the style, but eventually began to study the Shien variant of the fifth form of lightsaber combat before turning Ataru a style she struggled to master, she’s experienced with Juyo but disliked the form due to its wildness and she’s always struggled with stamina.
Physical description: Miryia is what the Galaxy has come to expect from the genetically engineered Arkanian species. Beautiful, haunting, alluring and regal, manufactured essentially to embody exotic yet classical beauty. One of the many sins of the cynical, eugenics obsessed Arkanian people and the side effect of this is that her night vision is absolutely awful, and her tactile senses are somewhat subdued. She ages very slowly as she was engineered to live for nearly a millennium and the stolen life force helped there somewhat but the drawback for this is that it gives her a very unnatural vibe. One finds her alluring and attractive, but the animal side of your brain tells you to run, that this is a predatory of some sort and secretly a crone. She’s physically fit, graceful and lithe but there’s a bit of physical power there. Miryia has a scar above her navel where she took a lightsaber wound, another that runs down her right forearm from the time she was caught by a slavers whip and a blaster burn on her lower back near her posterior. She adorns herself in black form fitting robes, a breast plate and an imperial purple cloak, giving her an almost spectral appearance. Her eyes are of an amethyst color and glow when she uses her force powers.
Equipment: A Lightsaber with Aurodium etchings over the ignition button and around the power regulator of a Jedi Master. The blade itself is a deep, dark indigo and makes an odd singing sound when ignited and can “bend” to form a thin scimitar like blade (This is due to the alchemy that went into creating her crystal) when she desires more precision in her strikes. She wears a ring with a kaibur crystal encircled by silver serpents, the crystal is blood red and she took it from a Sith she killed as a macabre trophy.
Ship (Optional): Whatever is provided for her by the Remnant.
Rheanessya Aladar: A Padawan who escaped order sixty six at age eleven and was discovered six years later by Inquisitor Brandl, living in a brothel and seemingly hopelessly addicted to spice. He gave her the choice between death or servitude to the dark side. She chose service, when Miryia killed her fellow Inquisitors she was among the only two to survive the encounter. Currently seeking an end to her self hatred, regret and a higher calling.
