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[ALIAS]
None[AGE]
27[SPECIES]
Human[FACTION]
Sacred Band of Ziost[RANK]
Sister
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[ASSET SUMMARY]
Armor
Disruptor Rifle
Nomad Blaster Pistol
"Grenade" type 1
"Grenade" type 2
Obsidian Knife
Shoto saber - Violet blade
Casual Outfit
[SUBJECT SUMMARY]
When it comes to her past, there isn't much to say. She didn't have a difficult childhood, nor a traumatic event that shaped her in to what she now was. She came from a humble beginning; her parents still owned the farm that she had grown up on and lived on it with her two living siblings. It simply hadn't been the life for her, and so she had left to create her own future, one that had very little to do with farming. She had always been a little different than her family, so that her life had turned to one that held frequent violence came as no surprise when she had revealed her chosen 'career' to her kin back home. The simple farm-grown girl had taken what few skills passed over and taught herself how to fight instead. The basics were good enough for a start, and then once she was hired on for her first job as a merc she had learned a lot more, a lot quicker. Having people trying to kill you tended to either make you dead or quite quickly taught you that you had better kill them before they could kill you. With her skills quickly improving, it was only a matter of time before the Sacred Band of Ziost could become her goal. To be counted among their ranks became her obsession, every action she took aimed to direct her towards that lofty goal. And so it was, many years later, that she found herself facing down a Sith as a throwback to the 'entrance exams' of old.
It wasn't meant to be to the death, though it also wasn't forbidden to kill. Never that, when the Sith were involved. All she had to do was somehow survive for five minutes against a man with two lightsabers whom she could all but feel the darkness sloughing off of like sunburned skin. It made her skin crawl even now, just remembering his face. The fight had not lasted five minutes; the Sith had clearly underestimated her abilities. It wasn't his fault, as the Disruptor Rifle had been placed in her hands immediately prior to the fight by a mysterious stranger. Someone who had clearly wanted that Sith dead, by the look of it, as they had never even returned for the rifle itself. She took the dead Sith's lightsaber as a trophy, and something to use in a pinch. She might not be entirely skilled with a lightsaber, but at the very least it was a lot harder to cut through another lightsaber than her flesh. Her skills had been judged worthy, and that was what mattered - even if it had been a fluke, she could play it off as a planned kill, if only just to keep anyone who might be friends with that particular Sith off her back until she could be officially recognized as a member of the Sacred Band. She had taken to trying to lay low since the incident, not wanting to draw undue attention to herself until she could let some time pass. As far as she knew, no one cared about the duel; both participants seemed to have been relative no-names. She could live with that, for now.
[PSYCHOLOGICAL SUMMARY]
Coming from a farm has left her with a few 'country' idioms and a bit of an accent to go with it, though she does her best to stay relatively quiet and follow orders with minimal questions so that she wouldn't be singled out for them. She could be stubborn at times, and a bit of a bull head when it came to full on arguments, though she was not usually the first to draw a weapon in order to settle a dispute. She had no qualms in using them if someone drew down on her, however. She didn't carry the guilt of those she had killed with her, though as of yet she had not killed anyone that she would view as an 'innocent'. Innocence was in the eye of the beholder, and to her any enemy of the Sith Brotherhood would never be viewed as an innocent, regardless of the circumstances.
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