Sith Order Hikari

[Remileah]

Hikari​ Even the rope of steel breaks once overwhelmed with too much tension. How much more flesh and blood?​ Identifying Information ​ Species Gender Age Hair Colour Eye Colour Height Weight Force Sensitive Seń̴ko Fi҉͝ani Fem̵̀̕͢ale 16̛̀ Blac̸̸k Gr҉̶̧̛̕een 164.6 cm / 64.8 in 53.9 kg / 118.8 lbs Yes t̨́͠͏o͏́͝͏̷o͏̶̡́ ̨҉̴͜m̛͟u̵̶̵̡҉c͜҉̧͘͘h̴̴͟ Personal Information​ Affiliation Rank Homeworld Residence Sith҉̵͟͞ Ord̶̶͢͜er Acolyteh̶̛̛͢͢e̸l͏̴̛̛͠p̛͘ ҉̶́͟ḿ̨̕e͘ ì̶͘͠ ҉̢̛͜͜d̵̛ơ̷͞n̕͜͜҉͡'̕͡t͜͏͏͏͡ ̨k̶̕͝͝n̢͘͞o̷͘͟w̡̢͝ ẃ̨̕͞h̵́̕͟ę̧̛́r͡ȩ̵̕͢ ̧̢̛̕͢a̷҉̸̨͟m̷̸̴̸ ҉҉͝i̡

At A Glance

Personality Traits

Deadb҉͟͡o͢͟͞͡d̸̸̨̧́i̷͟͝e͘͞s̵̕ Eyes — ş͜u̵҉̛f̵̵̕͟͞f̨̛̛͜ȩ̸́͜͢r͠͏̛͡į̀n͏̢͏̶́g͜ Hikari almost nev̶̸̧̢̡er displays outward eḿ̡̡́͟otions such as joyw̷̴̢͟͝h́̕҉a̶̶̶̧͟t̀͏̨?̸̸ surprise, f̶̢͟͡͠e̸҉a̴̶̛͡r̸̕҉̶͢ a̛͏͏҉̨ņ̸̡̕g̸e̶̸͘͝r̡͠ on her face, alw̴̨̛ays appearing st̴̢͜͟oic and dis͏̴̡interes̡̀ted. Maskm̴͟u̸̴̕z̢҉z̡̛̛͞l̸̕̕͜e̸̷̡d̨ — Almo̶̷st nev̵̸̡̢͢er seen without it l̛͢͞i̡҉̴͏k̡e̸̸͝͝͝ ̨҉̴͞a̛͏̨͜ń̢͘͝ ͢͞a͏̷̡͜͠n͏̶́͢͟ì͢͡͏m̶҉a͢҉̛͝l̶͢͜͡ Hikari wears a mas̴̴k that covers her jaw an҉̵̡͏d lower face, p̸̢̛erpetually inhaling̸̢̛͟ a low-dose sedative to keep her centr̸̶̵al nervous sy̨͟҉̷stem depressed. Unresponsive — No matter how much someone may speak to the girl, Hiķ̴̕͘͏ari does not usually respondn̵͜͝o̶͟ ̀͢҉p̡̡̕͢͜o̸̸͢͝i̛n͟͏͡҉t̵̨̧͞ verbally. She often remains stoic and placid, only speaking when absolutely required.

Chaotic Forgiving Altruistic Truthful Gentle Superstitious Ǫ̶̵̧ṕ̡͡͞timist Renegade Cautious Valourous █████̧͢͡͞███ ███████̶͙̼̟ͯ̅ͥ̍ͨͬ̈́̇̀͞█ ███̘͇̝͈̻̠͂͐̂ͬ͛ͨ̇█████̧͢͡͞ ██████̶̞͓͓̟̆ͥ͑̓̍̊̚██ ███̶͙̼̟ͯ̅ͥ̍ͨͬ̈́̇̀͞█████ ███̨͖͕͍̻̱͉͔███̷̈͌͊██ ███͖̮͔͓̭͌̾ͯͥ͝█████ █████͎͕̹̯̺̅̍̔͌ͣͧ́███ ███̞̘̱̙͌ͤ͡ͅ█████ ████████̮͍̤̑̎̂̓͒̽ͣͨ͝ Lawful Vindictive Selfish Deceitful Brutal Rational Pessimist Paragon Impulsive Spineless

Character Information

—Li͜͜҉҉͢fe? Early Life Acolyte Sometimes the darkness beyond is not glorious at all, it truly is an absolute absence of light. A clawing, needy tar that pulls you down. You drown but you don't. It turns you to lead so you sink faster in its viscous embrace. It robs you of hope and even the memory of hope. It makes you think you've always felt like this, and there's no place to go but down, where it slowly, ravenously digests your will, distilling it into the ebony crude of nightmares. You aren’t falling apart. You’re well beyond that. You’re just rattling along now. A doll doing what little you can to gather the pieces as they fall away. But you don’t know how to properly reattach them—a doll does not repair itself. So you hug those brittle fragments to your chest until you simply cannot hug anymore. Until you’ve had to leave so many behind that you no longer remember what it is you’re missing.

—Pà̴̢̧͢st?

Acolyte

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—Frié̸̡͢͠nds̶̷?

Trusted​

Friend​

Liked​

Acquaintance​

Disliked​

Enemy​

Deceased​

Attracted​

___Dating__​

—Skills & Possessions