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[TwoSidedHeart]

Xxan​

[fancybox4=https://78.media.tumblr.com/463311cae6f17dbb65ad2c275dcae3ca/tumblr_p2pn1cxwdL1rtd0awo4_400.png]The only thing the Jedi Order has recently done for the Galaxy is break it's spirit. [/fancybox4]


FULL NAME: Xxan
AGE: 32
SPECIES: Trandoshan
HOMEWORLD: Trandosha
FACTION: The Jedi Order
OCCUPATION: Jedi Sentinel
LEVEL: 1
FORCE SENSITIVITY: Confirmed

HEIGHT: 6 Ft 4 In.
WEIGHT: 90 Kg.
SKIN COLOR: Pale Green.
EYE COLOR: Amber

CHARACTER SUMMARY:
The Tragedy that occurred on Illum must never happen again. Memories of the terrible event have left Xxan scarred both mentally and physically, while his belief in the Jedi Order is irreversibly shaken. He now does what he can to protect the innocent without revealing his position as a Jedi Knight, swearing to never raise his lightsaber for the sake of war again.

NOTICE: I paid for that pic so don't use it lol. If you want info on who created it, hit me up. :)

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Character Information​

Biography Traits Possessions

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  I was a fool when I, like so many others, sprang to the defense of our sacred, spiritual heart on Illum.
  
  I couldn't have known what was going to happen there, not truly. The Masters had told us the war was over, that the Exiles had been pushed back and balance would soon be restored to the Galaxy. The fight had been going on for so long at that point that we accepted this news with open arms. In my life before the Order, I was raised to fight and to kill without mercy. I have something of a resistance to the effects of watching somebody die but even I found limits during that bloodbath. It made me want to go back to my adolescence, when I cared only for the favor of the Scorekeeper.
  
  My discovery by the Jedi came after I turned 15, when one of the Exiles slaughtered the hunting party I was travelling with. It was to be my final test, the signal of the end of my adolescence and attainment of my adulthood by proving myself to the Scorekeeper. I watched my Father and two brothers get cut down by what I thought was some vengeful deity at the time. I had no idea of what exactly a Jedi was other than by name. The Force awakened within me out of pure instinct. I had always felt it there but as it burst outwards from me to blast the Exile back, I finally understood what that presence truly was. A Jedi had been on the moon we were, apparently hunting that Exile. My awakening drew him to my location and I was saved from death and drafted into the Jedi Order.
  
  My training was accelerated, like so many others of the time. Two years of dedicated time was what I received. While I was still learning how to center myself and commune with the Force around me, others my age were being granted their Knighthood. Thankfully, I did excel at one thing. Lightsaber combat came easily to me, my past of training to kill beings being tempered into the Form of Soresu. It was the only option I felt, to choose a style that focused solely on defending myself and others, rather than looking explicitly to cut an opponent down. If I had chosen to study a solely aggressive Form, I knew that my natural predatory and bloodthirsty instincts would take over. It wasn't until a decade later when I would branch out into the aggressive form of Djem So to make use of my powerful build and quick reflexes.
  
  My training soon ended and I was sent out into the Galaxy to help the Republic rebuild what the Exiles had destroyed in their bid to take control. I would find some small opportunities to combat the Dark Side obsessed lunatics and came out on top more times than not, gaining many scars along the way. Being rescued from death more than once in your lifetime bestows a strong sense of humility upon oneself. And slowly but surely, stories of battle did die down as the Exiles fell back to the Outer Rim and I found myself continuing to train in my free time between helping people restore what had been lost. I received suspicious looks due to my species, but my actions gained their gratitude. To help someone who lacks the ability to help themselves became my favorite pass time.
  
  And then the news of the Exiles Invasion of Illum came to us. I had been in a nearby system so I managed to reach the surface of the planet alongside several others and charged forth with many other Guardians of Peace and Justice. I fought for Grandmaster Lapar, my friends died so that his strike force could end the battle. We had thought we were holding the Exiles at bay so that our righteous leader could bring about the long awaited conclusion to these skirmishes against our traitorous brethren!
  
  I felt it. I swear I did. The death of the Exiles last warlord followed by a sudden disturbance in the Force, emanating from the location of Grandmaster Lapars strikeforce. The look of shock on an Exiles face as my blade was pressed against his own before the Dark Side itself let out a terrifying roar and swallowed us all. I'll never forget his face.
  
  I'm not sure how I woke up from that but I did. My eyes opened weeks later on a medical transport heading for the Core Worlds and I felt it immediately. The Force itself was in pain, as if it was wounded. The aura of Death clung to me and yet I remained among the living.
  
  I know now that nothing good can ever come of war, no matter the cause you convince yourself to fight for. I will never raise my blade in support of it again.​
  
  
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  There is no Emotion, there is Peace.
  There is no Ignorance, there is Knowledge.
  There is no Passion, there is Serenity.
  There is no Chaos, there is Harmony.
  There is no Death, there is the Force.
  
  This is the Jedi Code. I have studied it, memorized it and I live by my understanding of it. I am deeply saddened by the fact that so many who claim to still be a part of the Jedi Order openly disregard its teachings.​
  
  
  
  
  
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  - A Single Lightsaber (Yellow Blade)
  - A dull brown Satchel for carrying his things
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Zusk'anosh'ouzu​

[fancybox4=https://78.media.tumblr.com/a28d2f8c911d89f29a3fae048ec9930c/tumblr_p2pn1cxwdL1rtd0awo2_1280.png] You may call me Skan if you wish.[/fancybox4]

FULL NAME: Zusk'anosh'ouzu
AGE: 20
SPECIES: Chiss
HOMEWORLD: Coruscant
THEME SONG: LINK

FACTION: Currently Independent.
OCCUPATION: Freelance Medic.
LEVEL: One
FORCE SENSITIVITY: Not yet Awakened.

HEIGHT: 6 ft 2 In
WEIGHT: 86 Kg
SKIN COLOR: Blue
EYE COLOR: Scarlet

CHARACTER SUMMARY:
Adopted by a Human couple at a young age, Skan has had an upbringing far more fortunate than most. Educated, Logical and Compassionate, he surprised everybody when he dropped out of Medical School and disappeared.

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Character Information​

Biography Traits Possessions

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  The being known as Zusk'anosh'ouzu was adopted by a wealthy Human couple before he was able to recall his memories 18 standard years ago on the City Planet of Coruscant. Having chosen to not adopted a human child, they were taken by his blue skin and red eyes and had no problem with keeping his full name. Instead, they merely referred to him as Skan for short rather than try to pronounce the foreign name.
  
  Raised in a safe home, he was sent to school when he was a mere 2 years old as his body aged far faster than a humans. He was a dutiful student and ate up all the knowledge he could. His appearance left him ostracized from many others due to the rarity of the Chiss species in such a place but he did not take any notice. From a young age, he valued logic and even to a young person such as him, he could understand peoples reasons for avoiding him in the hallways.
  
  He progressed through his schooling quickly, far faster than others due to his rapid maturing and soon finished basic school entirely. His home life was completely stable during this time and he wanted for nothing. When he requested for his parents to fund his Medical Schooling, they accepted with proud smiles. And while he never made any true friends as he left them behind so often, he formed a sense of compassion for others.
  
  His stint at the Medical School had been going well. He picked up the skills seamlessly and ate up the various subjects as he had during his primary schooling. His compassionate personality battled with his logical one during this time and he found it difficult to accept that sometimes he could not help people. But he learned this lesson over time, despite his distaste towards accepting it. He proved himself to be a capable Medic. Able to diagnose various conditions, mostly of humanoids, and treat them competently. He even performed some minor surgeries to high levels of success.
  
  During this time, he also received lessons from his father on how to shoot a blaster. He did not take to this as easily as his education but practiced tirelessly to get to the stage where he could hit the targets more often than not. Due to his distaste for actually hurting another person, he acquired a Stinger Stun Blaster to lessen his chances of doing actual harm to anybody.
  
  When he disappeared, everybody reacted. His tutors with disappointment at losing such a promising student. His classmates with glee, that they would have an easier time rising to the top of the class. And his adoptive parents with worry. He left them a note, simply stating that he was alive and needed to venture out into the Galaxy to find his purpose in it. His parents believed he was heading to the Outer Rim to help out the people who could not afford actual doctors. But there was no proof of this. All they knew for sure was that he had taken some credits from their accounts, his Stinger, his Medkit and a change of clothes and vanished.
  
  That was five years ago...
  
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  Skan has been fortunate enough to receive a proper education and branched into Medicine after finishing his general schooling.
  
  
  
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Obsidian Devva​

[fancybox4=https://78.media.tumblr.com/4aeb677366868073b9f618566eab05e0/tumblr_p2pn1cxwdL1rtd0awo1_400.png] All that matters in somebodies life is if they're remembered.[/fancybox4]

FULL NAME: Obsidian Devva
AGE: 22
SPECIES: Alderaan Born Human
HOMEWORLD: Alderaan
THEME SONG: LINK

FACTION: The Kingdom of Alderaan.
OCCUPATION: Companion
LEVEL: 1
FORCE SENSITIVITY: Completely Absent.

HEIGHT: 6 Ft.
WEIGHT: 85 Kgs.
SKIN COLOR: Pale.
EYE COLOR: Violet.

CHARACTER SUMMARY:
Born with nothing, Obsidian has had no choices granted to him throughout his life. Serving as a Companion for the wealthy of Alderaan, he harbors an ambition in secret to one day have the power of those he is assigned to.

NOTICE: I paid for that pic so don't use it lol. If you want info on who created it, hit me up. :)

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Character Information​

Biography Traits Possessions

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  The name they gave me is Obsidian Devva.
  
  I was born into nothing, to parents who were servants to some noble. I don't remember much about them except that my birth mother was a shining beauty among the lower class. She made the upper class jealous, which is probably why she disappeared one day alongside my father. Adorable little baby me was then taken to an orphanage. Not the kind that helps kids find families though. The kind that accommodates to the wishes of the wealthy.
  
  They call us Companions. It's really just a classy title for a slave. The way it works is that a Noble will require something and they contact the Matron who picks out the correct one of us for the job. Sometimes it's to fake a relationship, sometimes we ruin them by creating the illusion of an affair. Most of the time though, we are hired for purely physical uses. See, we Companions are a fertile bunch so we can succeed in impregnating a Nobles wife if the Noble can't get his troops out onto the field, if you know what I mean.
  
  Personally, I prefer the two hour jobs where we just pleasure the client and leave. It's weird knowing that a mini me could be running around somewhere on Alderaan and I wouldn't even know.
  
  We serve a dual purpose as well. See, the Matron is an awfully gossip driven woman. What every Companion knows about the Matron without a doubt, is that she loves her secrets. While a Companion goes out on a job, we are tasked with listening in to the words being spoken about us and reporting any particularly juicy information back to the Matron. I don't know what she does with the info personally, but we do get a decent bonus if we give her the good gossip.
  
  I've been doing this for a few years now. My childhood was full of things like learning the correct way to speak, how to mimic the behavior of the nobles, how to listen to a conversation without looking like it and of course, how to manipulate somebody with the pleasures of the flesh. But I want something more, to be remembered. Nobody is going to remember just another Companion doing their job. But people always remember the powerful. They are the ones who get written about in the history books, their names known far and wide.
  
  So I guess Obsidian Devva is going to have to take some power for himself. Should be fun.
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  Obsidian is charming, perceptive and intelligent. Thanks to his training as a Companion, he's picked up how to read a persons body language and facial cues to make an educated guess about how to approach them. His confidence is completely manufactured and comes to him easily. A Companions job is to make their client, and everybody else around them, feel at ease and have a good time, so that's what he does.
  
  A shameless flirt and born flatterer, Obsidian has a disarming personality. Rarely showing anger or frustration, he hides everything behind a charming smile and some honeyed words. Among the things hidden behind this mask is his manipulative nature. He doesn't actually care about anybody except himself and is more than happy to orchestrate harm coming to somebody else. There is nothing he will not do to achieve his goal of a legacy for himself, whether it be destroying somebodies reputation or sleeping with the right person.
  
  Of course, he cannot act completely openly. He's smart enough to realize that he has to be careful as he works towards his ambition, so he keeps up his charming mask in order to continue keeping his deceptive truth under wraps.
  
  
  
  
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Quickclaw​

[fancybox4=https://78.media.tumblr.com/32f2a4d69b568041ce84de7249cfac14/tumblr_p2pn1cxwdL1rtd0awo3_400.png]This Galaxy is plagued by the disease of weakness.[/fancybox4]


FULL NAME: Quickclaw
AGE: 28
SPECIES: Kaleesh
HOMEWORLD: Kalee
FACTION: Sith Empire
OCCUPATION: Sith Warrior
LEVEL: 1
FORCE SENSITIVITY: Confirmed

HEIGHT: 6 Ft
WEIGHT: 90 Kg.
SKIN COLOR: Amber
EYE COLOR: Yellow

CHARACTER SUMMARY:
A born warrior who values strength over all else, he despises the fact that the outside Galaxy allows the weak to prosper off the efforts of the strong. He kills the weak without a second though, devoted to the idea that weakness is a disease that must be purged from the Galaxy.


NOTICE: I paid for that pic so don't use it lol. If you want info on who created it, hit me up. :)

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Character Information​

Biography Traits Possessions

• 
  
  
  
  Strength. Strength is the only thing that matters.
  
  This was my reality as soon as I was brought into this world. As the fourth son of my fathers second wife, it became blatantly clear to me that the only way my patriarch would give me attention was if I achieved great strength. The Kaleesh are a poor, but prideful warriors species after all. The strong are valued. The weak are dominated and discarded.
  
  And so I worked to attain strength. I quickly proved myself as the most dominant among my siblings and took my first bone mask at a younger age than most. The first son of my fathers first wife challenged me to a battle, likely angered that I was taking much of the attention at that point. I remember the feeling when I tore out his throat, as the force embraced me for the first time while his blood covered my body.
  
  He was not the last of my brethren that I slaughtered. I embodied the most sacred belief of my people and went about culling the weak from our ranks. I've since heard that killing ones kin should elicit some long lasting emotional reaction in response, yet all I can feel is satisfaction as I think back on it. They deserved it. If their lives had been worth anything, their strength would have prevailed.
  
  When the Exile arrived, I was on the cusp of adulthood and at the height of my pride. I challenged him to single combat, but suffered a humiliating defeat. Instead of killing me, he demanded that I follow him from my home to become his student. He would refer to it as mercy. I have come to understand that his mercy was in fact weakness by another name. To allow the defeated to survive does nothing corrupt the Galaxy further. In order to redeem myself, I swore to end him once he had shown me how to utilize the Force.
  
  After he had taught me for some time, I dominated that pitiful male and discarded his worthless remains. Some would consider killing a man in his sleep a sign of fear, but should the strong not remain vigilant even in rest? I remember my disgust in discovering that the outside Galaxy followed a different doctrine to my people. The strong in fact defended the weak, a perversion that could not be allowed to continue. I traveled through the Galaxy, labelled an Exile, and slaughtered many. Eventually I came to be a part of an event on Ilum that many are obsessed with. I remember nothing from that time.
  
  Would it have been better that I had died there, in the midst of the greatest show of strength that the Galaxy has ever known?
  
  Since then, my title has changed to that of Sith but I continue onward towards my goal. The Galaxy cannot be entrusted to the whims of beings too weak to bend others to their will or even defend themselves. I must put an end to this plague of weakness that organizations like the Jedi Order has allowed to spread.
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  Serenity does not exist, Ambition fuels me.
  My Ambition will lead me to Strength.
  My Strength will grant me Victory.
  My Victory will assert my Dominance.
  Through my Dominance, the Weak shall fall.
  The Force cannot save you.
  
  Quickclaw follows his own personal creed to a tee. With a single minded focus and determination to one day bring an end to weakness in the Galaxy, he has become supremely confident in his combative abilities. This confidence has changed to arrogance, causing him to display impulsive tendencies. He genuinely believes he is the big dog in the yard, despite the fact he is not as comparatively powerful as many others and takes pleasure in murdering the other dogs. He doesn't seem to fear death or injury, rising to any challenge that comes to him without hesitation.
  
  Like many members of the new Sith Empire, Quickclaw is in fact a slave to his emotions. His single minded goal has become obsession and he has formed an overwhelming hatred of weakness. His loss to his former master has caused a sense of self loathing brought on by this hatred of weakness and he has unwittingly developed fear. Not of death or anything rational like that. He doesn't fear death because he would rather die then become the very thing he despises.
  
  Quickclaw is completely without mercy and he kills indiscriminately when he decides the time is right. He has a clear blood lust once in battle and is relentless in his pursuit of his enemies deaths. A hunter at heart, he has generally only murdered people who are in small, but manageable groups or alone. Growing ambitious, he wishes to cull an entire settlement and has designs on integrating himself with one such place in order to properly savor the almost ritual slaughter.
  
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MY ROLEPLAYING PLAYLISTS AND THEMES

Role Play Characters

Zusk'anosh'ouzu

Obsidian Devva

Xxan

Quickclaw


Non Roleplay Characters

Rykko Devva

Rela Sesk'vati​

 

[TwoSidedHeart]

LIST OF CHARACTERS

MAIN CHARACTERS (Role Playing Characters)

Zusk'anosh'ouzu/Skan
Obsidian Devva
Xxan
Quickclaw

NON PLAYABLE CHARACTERS

Rykko Devva

Rela Sesk'vati

CHARACTERS MENTIONED

CHARACTER NAME IDEAS AND CONCEPTS (Will develop below)

Inactive Characters
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POSSIBLE RPC

Raesa Van​

[fancybox4=https://orig00.deviantart.net/0473/f/2008/340/0/b/cloaked_lady_1_by_krisnikov.jpg] I bow to the will of the Force.[/fancybox4]

FULL NAME: Raesa Van
AGE: 42
SPECIES: Iktotchi
HOMEWORLD: Iktotch

FACTION: The Sith Empire
OCCUPATION: Sith Knight/Sorcerer
LEVEL: 1
FORCE SENSITIVITY: Confirmed

HEIGHT: 6 Ft
WEIGHT: 70 Kg
SKIN COLOR: Peach
EYE COLOR: Brown. Changes to a corrupted crimson when her true self is revealed.

CHARACTER SUMMARY:
Beautiful. Seductive. Wise. A friend to all and an enemy to none. Raesa Van serves the dark will of the Force without question and works to see it's corruption envelop the Galaxy.

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Character Information​

Biography Traits Possessions

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  Hush child.
  Give your mouth a moments rest.
  Close your eyes, reach out and allow your other senses to take hold.
  Allow an Old Woman to help you understand the truth of the Galaxy.
  
  Do you hear it?
  The Whispers of Betrayal.
  The Screams of Terror.
  The Cries for Help.
  
  Do you feel it?
  The Fear.
  The Anguish.
  That Beautiful Agony.
  
  Can you taste it?
  The Ashes of Illum.
  The Tears of the Oppressed.
  The Blood of your Enemies.
  
  Now breathe in. Smell it.
  The Smoke that is billowing out of a burning home.
  The Stench of rotting corpses.
  The laughable aroma of Hope.
  
  This is what the Force is. Destruction. Chaos. Corruption. Death. It acts through us, using our physical shells to bring about the truest expression of its will. The Jedi are fools. Their code is heresy and their Order a wound on the Galaxy. An insult to the Force itself.
  
  They perpetuate the lie of Peace.
  They ignore their innermost Passions.
  They set aside the pursuit of greater Strength.
  They willfully gave up their own Power.
  This is why they will never attain true Victory.
  All members of their pathetic order are forever Chained.
  The Force has forsaken them.
  
  I will be the one to end their insolence. The Force demands it. In my 42 years of conscious existence, I have never felt such a strong influence from the power that binds us all together. Not when I was brought into the Jedi Order as a mere child. Not when I was awakened from their sadistic conditioning. Not when I cut down the old fool who thought himself to be my master.
  
  I have fought in this war for years and finally I understand how to truly end their plague on the Galaxy. Martial prowess means little. With each death, another martyr is created and their philosophy will continue to live on. To destroy the Jedi, I must turn those they defend against them. Without the Republic being so tolerant of their kind, the Jedi will be left with nowhere to turn. It will be them that are ostracized and exiled beyond the known reaches of the Galaxy. Their Temples torn down, their tomes burned and their memory scattered to the wind. The Legacy of the Jedi will be destroyed and their corruption eradicated from history.
  
  Without their Light, the true nature of the Force will finally be able to prosper. The people of the Galaxy finally free to explore their true nature without the dogmatic, narrow views of the Jedi to stand in the way. Freedom, in the truest sense of the word.
  
  Now the question remains. Will you join me in this endeavor?
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PLOTS
Obsidian Devva
PENDING

Zusk'anosh'ouzu
PENDING

Xxan
PENDING

Quickclaw
PENDING​

 

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ROLEPLAY REMINDERS

UNDER RE-CONSTRUCTION​

 

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Rykko​

[fancybox4=https://orig00.deviantart.net/c119/f/2018/206/4/0/edgar_by_littlewingxxdeathboy-dci9vz3.jpg] It's so funny how things work out. You got everything. And I got nothing.[/fancybox4]

FULL NAME: Rykko
AGE: 22
SPECIES: Alderaan Born Human
HOMEWORLD: Alderaan
THEME SONG:

FACTION: None.
OCCUPATION: Mercenary
LEVEL: 1
FORCE SENSITIVITY: Possible.

HEIGHT: 6 Ft.
WEIGHT: 90 Kgs.
SKIN COLOR: Tanned.
EYE COLOR: Lavender.

FACE CLAIM: Jonny Weston in his role as Edgar from the Divergent Series.

CHARACTER SUMMARY:
Unlike his twin brother now known as Obsidian, Rykko was left behind to suffer through life. Poverty and hardships have molded him into a strong young man with an iron will.

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Character Information​

NPC Biography Character Timeline

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  My name is Rykko. No last name. It feels more powerful in a way, just having the one name. It's also about as far as somebody is going to get before I end their life.
  
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Ravage

AGE

► 24​

SPECIES

► Zabrak​

HEIGHT

► 6'4''​

WEIGHT

► 202 Lbs​

EYE COLOR

► Black​

HAIR COLOR

► None​

HOMEWORLD

► Iridonia​

GENDER

► Male​

FACTION

► Independant​

ROLE

► Gun for Hire​

FORCE SENSITIVITY

► No​

BIOGRAPHY

Skan's abusive ex boyfriend and a low level gun for hire, Ravage is something of a drifter throughout the Mid and Outer Rim worlds. He claims to be in it for the credits, but in fact has a sadistic personality and enjoys harming other people to teach them a lesson.

Born on Iridonia, he was sold into slavery at a young age. During his time as a slave, he suffered a lot of abuse and torture of both a mental and physical kind, which has shaped him into the sadist he is today. As a coping mechanism, he somehow convinced his body to enjoy the pain as if it was pleasure and now inflicts similar punishments on the people he 'loves'.

Timeline

► 6922: Born on Iridonia.
► 6919: Taken into Slavery.
► 6904: Escapes Slavery by killing his Slave Master with several other Slaves.
► 6903: Takes on his first job.
► 6900: Stumbles upon Skan's clinic. The two become involved soon after.
► 6999: Purchases Skan a Maroon Poncho which the Chiss would go on to Cherish.
► 6898: Leaves Nar Shaddaa and Skan behind.

Skills and Abilities

Marksmanship [***]
Hand to Hand [****]
Assasination [**]
Torture [****]

 

[TwoSidedHeart]

Kali Madaki

AGE

► 48​

SPECIES

► Human​

HEIGHT

► 5'10''​

WEIGHT

► 121 Lbs​

EYE COLOR

► Emerald​

HAIR COLOR

► Black​

HOMEWORLD

► Coruscant​

GENDER

► Female​

FACTION

► Independant​

ROLE

► Matron of Euphoria​

FORCE SENSITIVITY

► No​

BIOGRAPHY

Kali was born to the middle class.. Raised by her father on Coruscant, she spent her early life learning the ways of the family business. That business being a bar/club that had been handed down through the generations from her grandfather to her father. The establishment was popular enough that the income ensured the family could keep their lifestyle going, but Kali wanted more.

After taking over the club when her father passed, Kali closed the establishment down for two years to twist the club to her vision. Reopening it as Euphoria, a place that functioned as as much of a club as a spa and getaway, she later went on to establish the Companions in order to bring in a higher level of income from the upper class. Ever since, she has worked to build up the reputation of Euphoria on Coruscant while expanding the clientele of the Companions to other Core Worlds such as Alderaan and Corellia.

Timeline

► 6946: Born on Coruscant.
► 6922: Kali takes ownership of the club after her father passes away.
► 6920: Kali reopens the club under the name Euphoria and begins working to create the Companions.
► 6915: The Companions are officially unveiled on Coruscant.
► 6898: Current Year

Skills and Abilities

Seduction [***]
Business Sense [****]
Business Management [****]
Business Contacts [***]

 

[TwoSidedHeart]

Euphoria​

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Owner: Kali Madaki
Location: Coruscant

Site Summary

Euphoria is a building located on Coruscant owned by Kali Mataki otherwise known as the Matron. While the building itself acts as an upper class club, it also serves as the hub for the Companions.

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Building Information​

History Services The Companions

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  Euphoria has existed for several decades now. Originally opened as a standard bar under Kali's grandfather, the building later transitioned into a club under her father.
  
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  Euphoria offers an a variety of services, both on and off site.
  
  
  
  
  
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  Under the direction of Kali when she took over Euphoria from her father fifteen years ago, an expansion to business was made in the form of the Companions. Taken in from various walks of life, men and women are trained to satisfy the needs of well paying clients for jobs that range from public to private action.
  
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