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Dr. Nihali Salzhan
Species
Age
Sex
Height
Weight
Eye
Faction
Role
Rank
Power
Anzat
147 yo.
Female
6' 2"
175 lb
Blue
Indie
Doctor
Matukai
1
Age
Sex
Height
Weight
Eye
Faction
Role
Rank
Power
Anzat
147 yo.
Female
6' 2"
175 lb
Blue
Indie
Doctor
Matukai
1
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The Road so Far...
ASSET(S)
The Anzat who would one day go by the name of Nihali was born nameless on Anzat, the homeworld of her people. She left Anzat as she grew into adulthood, as most young Anzat do, to hunt among the teeming worlds of the greater galaxy. Travel, blend in, hunt, feed. Such was Nihali's life for many years, savoring the thrill of the hunt, basking in the euphoria of soup. It was as natural as breathing and Nihali relished every moment of it.
It was the moments in between that gave the Anzat pause, the realization that an eternity spent only hunting and feeding with no other pursuits might become monotonous, or maddening. Idle hobbies were taken and dropped over the years, intellectual studies, the arts, an eclectic collection of skills and knowledge that ultimately did little but stave off boredom and madness in between feasts. A lack of purpose, of meaning, began to create a void within Nihali, one that even the euphoria of feasting upon soup could only temporarily relieve.
It was a particularly soupy prey that brought about change in Nihali's eternity. An elderly man whose presence smelled strongly of the essence which flavored her meals. In stalking her prey, she stumbled upon his home and place of work. A fighting dojo that taught a variety of martial arts. Curiosity overcame hunger and Nihali delayed her meal for a day in favor of investigating a potential new hobby. The meal was delayed another day, then a week, then a month. Years passed and Nihali continued to attend the dojo, finding her meals elsewhere as she trained, always promising herself to partake in the elder's soup on some future date.
Enid Su, the elder's name was. The owner of the dojo and after some time Nihali discovered, he was a Matukai. Giving up on the nomadic life in his old age, Enid had started the dojo in hopes of finding promising pupils to pass his teachings on to. While most simply came and went, learning basic martial arts that he taught, in Nihali he found such a student. Whether he was unaware or uncaring of her nature, his teachings and influence had their effect on the Anzat. She found herself needing to feed less often with practiced meditation. Eventually she began to seek out alternative sources of food such as large animals, a response to the vague sense of disapproval and more philosophical angle that Enid seemed to take whenever she came to lessons soon after feeding, with an emphasis on purity of the spirit.
The two settled into a routine that went on for years, with Enid teaching Nihali the ways of his order, and Nihali promising herself that one day she would consume the delicious soup of the man who she saw on a daily basis, just not this day. Years turned to decades and with time Nihali developed a fondness for the man beyond what skills he could teach and the eventual meal that she told herself he would become. Stories of his adventures and travels filled spare time between them, and Nihali even found herself sharing some sanitized details about her own hobbies and adventures. Friendship wasn't a concept native to the Anzat, but it was something she learned to accept while constantly denying herself the meal she still craved.
It wasn't until Enid reached the end of his lifespan, unnaturally long for a human thanks to his ways, that Nihali's resolve to wait broke. Visiting the man she now called a friend on his deathbed, the weakness of age having finally set upon him that she gave in to the long delayed hunger. The soup was weakened from what it may have been had she drank all those years ago, but still powerful and intoxicating. There was no satisfaction however as the euphoria faded and Nihali gazed down on Enid's still and lifeless form. Emotions that Nihali had no words for at the time overcame the Anzat. Remorse, shame, grief. These are the words she would later use to describe them.
Nihali fled the world, consumed by the strong feelings and lack of satisfaction that came with her meal. Doubts and questions plagued her, about the nature of her existence and the relationship between predator and prey, timeless and mortal. Eventually she found her way to Coruscant where she set up residence, pursuing first her medical degree and then upon achieving that, advanced studies on xenobiology as she chased answers to her questions. Nihali worked as a hospice doctor on the massively populated planet while she continued her studies, caring over the old and dying, sustaining herself on those whose light was already fading from the galaxy, a method that she considered as close to ethical for her species as existed. Her diet and pocketbook was also supplemented through underworld connections she forged over the decades, providing back alley surgery and lifesaving care to the neglected and the criminal. What patients she saved meant extra credits in her pocket, and the ones who were beyond saving… well a girls gotta eat.
Profile Layout Credit: @Zay
It was the moments in between that gave the Anzat pause, the realization that an eternity spent only hunting and feeding with no other pursuits might become monotonous, or maddening. Idle hobbies were taken and dropped over the years, intellectual studies, the arts, an eclectic collection of skills and knowledge that ultimately did little but stave off boredom and madness in between feasts. A lack of purpose, of meaning, began to create a void within Nihali, one that even the euphoria of feasting upon soup could only temporarily relieve.
It was a particularly soupy prey that brought about change in Nihali's eternity. An elderly man whose presence smelled strongly of the essence which flavored her meals. In stalking her prey, she stumbled upon his home and place of work. A fighting dojo that taught a variety of martial arts. Curiosity overcame hunger and Nihali delayed her meal for a day in favor of investigating a potential new hobby. The meal was delayed another day, then a week, then a month. Years passed and Nihali continued to attend the dojo, finding her meals elsewhere as she trained, always promising herself to partake in the elder's soup on some future date.
Enid Su, the elder's name was. The owner of the dojo and after some time Nihali discovered, he was a Matukai. Giving up on the nomadic life in his old age, Enid had started the dojo in hopes of finding promising pupils to pass his teachings on to. While most simply came and went, learning basic martial arts that he taught, in Nihali he found such a student. Whether he was unaware or uncaring of her nature, his teachings and influence had their effect on the Anzat. She found herself needing to feed less often with practiced meditation. Eventually she began to seek out alternative sources of food such as large animals, a response to the vague sense of disapproval and more philosophical angle that Enid seemed to take whenever she came to lessons soon after feeding, with an emphasis on purity of the spirit.
The two settled into a routine that went on for years, with Enid teaching Nihali the ways of his order, and Nihali promising herself that one day she would consume the delicious soup of the man who she saw on a daily basis, just not this day. Years turned to decades and with time Nihali developed a fondness for the man beyond what skills he could teach and the eventual meal that she told herself he would become. Stories of his adventures and travels filled spare time between them, and Nihali even found herself sharing some sanitized details about her own hobbies and adventures. Friendship wasn't a concept native to the Anzat, but it was something she learned to accept while constantly denying herself the meal she still craved.
It wasn't until Enid reached the end of his lifespan, unnaturally long for a human thanks to his ways, that Nihali's resolve to wait broke. Visiting the man she now called a friend on his deathbed, the weakness of age having finally set upon him that she gave in to the long delayed hunger. The soup was weakened from what it may have been had she drank all those years ago, but still powerful and intoxicating. There was no satisfaction however as the euphoria faded and Nihali gazed down on Enid's still and lifeless form. Emotions that Nihali had no words for at the time overcame the Anzat. Remorse, shame, grief. These are the words she would later use to describe them.
Nihali fled the world, consumed by the strong feelings and lack of satisfaction that came with her meal. Doubts and questions plagued her, about the nature of her existence and the relationship between predator and prey, timeless and mortal. Eventually she found her way to Coruscant where she set up residence, pursuing first her medical degree and then upon achieving that, advanced studies on xenobiology as she chased answers to her questions. Nihali worked as a hospice doctor on the massively populated planet while she continued her studies, caring over the old and dying, sustaining herself on those whose light was already fading from the galaxy, a method that she considered as close to ethical for her species as existed. Her diet and pocketbook was also supplemented through underworld connections she forged over the decades, providing back alley surgery and lifesaving care to the neglected and the criminal. What patients she saved meant extra credits in her pocket, and the ones who were beyond saving… well a girls gotta eat.
Profile Layout Credit: @Zay
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