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Rosalin Jareme
[fancybox4="http://i65.tinypic.com/124kp40.jpg"]Full Name: --- Rosalin JaremeAge: --- 22
Species: --- Human
Height: --- 5'5''
Weight: --- 120 lbs
Eye Color: --- Golden
Hair Color: --- Brunette
Skin Color: --- White
Markings: ---None
Faction: --- Sith Brotherhood
Rank: --- Sith Priestess
Credits: ---1,000
Force Sensitive: ---Yes
Strength: --- 4/10: Rosalin has always been weak in physical strength. For years she has pushed herself to train every day. While this has certainly strengthened her body significantly, she continues to strive for better results.
Constitution: --- 2/10: Rosalin very nearly died several times as a baby and small child. Her body never truly recovered from these traumas and she is still weak and prone to sickness.
Dexterity: --- 6/10: The best thing to come of her training regiment is that Rosalin has become increasingly agile.
Intelligence: --- 10/10: She is very likely a genius. Her mind is always working, solving puzzles or plotting clever ways to use those around her.
Wisdom: --- 8/10: Rosalin knows how the world works. She has lived in the gutters quite long enough to understand the ambitions, weaknesses, strengths, hopes, and vices of those around her.
Charisma: --- 3/10: Rosalin Jareme loathes others. She has just enough cunning to keep this from turning her allies against her, though usually from logic rather than loyalty.
Personality:
Rosalin does not play well with others. She feels superior to everyone around her and seeks to use them to her advantage, one way or another. She is intense when spoken to, though she says very little. She speaks quietly, knowing most people have to lean in just to hear what she is saying and enjoying even that little bit of power over them that she gains. She is always serious, taking nothing lightly. When things are going on around her, she is processing, looking at possible outcomes, how those outcomes might affect her and what or who she might use to ensure a positive outcome that will advance her own plans. She cares little for anyone but herself, but does have the ability to gain favor from others usually by giving them something they want or need.
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Biography
[fancybox4="https://uproxx.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/orphanage-xl.jpg?w=650&quality=80&h=429"]The OrphanageRosalin was abandoned at an orphanage on Coruscant when she was only three months old. In addition to her young age, she had an awful fever. As poor as St. Mary's Haven for Children was, the OverSeers simply left her be, unable to help her in any way. After a few days, she came through it and was taken in and fed with the others. Throughout the first few years of her life there were many times she was left on her own to live or to die of her own accord. A few of the OverSeers felt that even when she was healthy she was a waste of resources and they would be better off tossing her into the streets.
She survived through it all, however the sicknesses had ravaged her health and left her perpetually weak and prone to sickness. At age five, she began schooling with the other children. There were 42 children in total at the orphanage, divided into two classes. The younger class consisted of children aged 5-12. Rosalin was the only girl who had been there since she was a baby. Most of the babies got adopted right away, Rosalin only remained because she was always sick and no one wanted a sick child. Because of this fact, all of the other children figured there must be something very wrong with her. They teased her and bullied her. There was one girl in particular, named Ellia Malo who relentlessly picked on her. She took Rosalin's meals, she put itching leaves in her pillow case, she pushed her chair over, took her homework, spit on her, and generally humiliated her in front of the other children.
Her Revenge
Rosalin took this all with as much grace as possible. She ducked her head and turned from the stares and the mocking laughter. She found deserted corners to be by herself, away from them. She was an excellent student, studying much more complex lessons than others in her own age group. Even so, she would simmer with rage at night, hands clenched in fists, trying to think of some clever way to get back at Ellia. The rage clouded her mind. She could think of nothing save simple violence and Rosalin knew she could never best the girl in a fight. It took years, but eventually she was able to think clearly. She learned to immerse herself in her studies. She went to libraries and began learning on her own. She felt superior to everyone in the orphanage, even the teachers. She knew she was smarter than all of them. With this knowledge came confidence. She was smarter than them. Than Ellia. Now she would get her revenge.
She was eleven at this point, and Ellia was sixteen. The bullying wasn't as bad as it had been. Ellia mostly forgot about Rosalin. But Rosalin remembered. She remembered it all. The idea came to her one day, that she might procure rat poison and slip it into Ellia's food. She thought about it, but would rather have had some personal touch. Something that would tell Ellia why she was dying. She thought about stealing a steak knife and stabbing her, but wasn't sure Ellia wouldn't be able to get it out of her hands before she made a killing stroke. She wasn't strong enough to strangle her, even with a pillow. And then it happened.
Rosalin had made a friend for once, a boy named Th'yall. He was nice to her and paid attention to her. No one did that. He made her forget her rage, if momentarily. He was the only friend she'd ever made at the orphanage. It was a particularly bad day. On this particularly bad day she had been going to one of her distant corners of the building that were rarely occupied, intending to start a new book she'd gotten from the library earlier that week. Before she got there, she stopped short just around the corner. She heard people, two of them, and they weren't talking. Of course she knew what they were doing and she knew she should have turned right around and left them to it. But Rosalin had heard the boy's voice. Th'yall's voice. She peeked around the corner and saw them. It was Th'yall and Ellia.
Such intense rage as she had never felt before bubbled up inside her like a writhing snake. Red and black spots clouded her vision. A high pitched screeching filled her ears, but she wasn't aware of being the source of it. The tingling smell of ozone filled her nostrils, soon accompanied by a sickly sweet smell that almost smelled of roasting meat.
Rosalin was found unconscious in the hallway. Black scorch marks covered the walls all down the length of it. At the far end were two corpses, blackened and burned almost to nothing. No one knew just what had happened, not even Rosalin herself. The official story was that one of the gas lines must have ruptured and ignited somehow. Of course there were whispers that wondered how that could be. Whispers that wondered how Rosalin had survived such a blast, unmarked, when the other two had been so horridly burnt.
Lessons Learned
Rosalin didn't have to worry about being left alone any more. All of the children feared and loathed her. True, no one knew just what had happened down in that distant hallway, but somehow everyone knew that she had had something to do with it. Meanwhile, Rosalin puzzled over the incident with academic interest. Try as she might, she never could discern exactly what had transpired. After many hours pondering, she finally decided that there was power in her. Power she had never felt before. She began to experiment.
She had heard of the Force, of course. Always in the past she had largely dismissed the notion, figuring it to be a religious belief rather than a real thing. Now it was different. She got her hands on books describing various aspects of the Force, she studied everything she could. Studying was nothing compared to experience, however. Slowly, she began to learn how to connect with the living power of the Force. She meditated, she used her emotions, she imagined the great power this connection might give her. She was obsessed, intoxicated with the power. She went away as often as she could to practice and to learn. Soon she was able to control the lightning sparks in her palm. Then she was able to lift chairs and tables high into the air and slam them back down where she chose. The feeling she got whenever she successfully controlled the power was pure ecstasy.
While she was learning to use the power, she was also maturing into a woman. Though she had always been sickly, she was never a homely child. Now others who looked on her saw beauty. Her breasts and hips had filled out, her face was losing the baby fat of childhood. She did nothing to enhance her beauty, nor to hide it. For a long time, she wasn't even aware of it, so lost was she in her lust for power through the Force. The day came when she was told of it, forcefully.
She was requested by the Dean of the orphanage to accompany his dinner. While nothing like that had ever happened to her, this wasn't anything largely uncalled for either. The Dean had favorite students who excelled past the others and often had them dine with him. It was something Rosalin knew about, but never much paid attention to. When given the request, she sneered at the boy who was sent as messenger. Nodding consent and following him up the stairs to the Dean's chambers, she thought how honored other students were for this chance. She could care less. She was smarter and more powerful than anyone in this wretched place. In fact, she only stayed because she hadn't yet decided where she should travel or how to get there. She had plans in place to leave, but wasn't ready to choose a place.
These thoughts and more were at the front of her mind all through the tedious dinner with the Dean. He chattered at her and she made polite noises indicating she was listening, though she wasn't really. She was surprised, therefore, when suddenly she became aware that he had gotten up and was standing directly behind her. His hand gently stroked her hair and he started whispering things in her ear. At first rigid with rage, her first thought was to strike him dead where he stood. She knew she probably could, if she tried.
Something struck her as odd, however. She had never lain with a boy, hadn't had the chance of course. But she never would have expected the reaction the mere thought of bedding her was having on the Dean. He was thinking about it, of course. She could see that plainly now. His hands were shaking and his breathing was coming in rapid gasps. Slowly, she relaxed her body. He must have sensed the difference, for he started pulling at her to stand. Her mind working quickly, she did what he wanted. She allowed him to lead her from the dining area into a bedroom. He was getting worse. His hand on hers was hot, almost feverish, and she could feel his pulse jumping irregularly through his skin. This was where she must make a decision.
She turned to face him and put her hands on her hips. "What do I get from you?" she asked bluntly. That startled him. She hid a sneer, thinking that he was pathetic to assume she'd just go along with his games like all the others did. He sputtered and tried to push her over to the bed. She deftly slipped out of his way and turned to face him again. "I need credits. Give me what I need, and I will return the favor."
The Dean had gotten over the shock of being addressed so by a young student, a girl at that. He glared at her with a calculating eye. He was not stupid. He had been there those few years ago when two students had died mysteriously and Rosalin had been in the same hallway, completely unharmed. He wasn't afraid of her, but he was wary. He knew the other students stayed away from her. Some primal instinct told him he ought to as well, but she was so beautiful... He simply couldn't help himself. He had extra credits anyway, it wasn't like he couldn't afford... Decision made, he left the room for a moment. When he returned, he placed a small stack of credits on the table and turned to face her. Rosalin eagerly counted the credits, then turned back with a sweet smile on her face. She gave him what he wanted, then left with her new wealth.
She did not enjoy her encounters with the Dean. She felt filthy afterward and washed several times to cleanse her body and her soul. However, he did give her the answer to one of the problems she had been having about leaving the orphanage. She was old enough to make it on her own in the universe, but she had no real skills. She didn't know what she could do to make money, and therefore couldn't book passage on a ship nor buy supplies or clothing. She would only have to endure the old man's fancies a handful of times and she would be able to go with plenty of credits in her purse.
The Next Chapter
After months of searching the libraries and databases for information on various planets, religions, sects, cults, and mercenary groups, Rosalin finally decided where she would go. She would travel to the remote planet of Korriban and there the Sith would teach her to use the Force and to grow in her power. They were her best chance to become the best, the most powerful of them all. She would use them as a tool to further her own means.
And so she undertook the journey. She left the miserable orphanage without a backwards glance, in the middle of the night when she was a week away from turning 16. She was taken in and there she learned. As an acolyte she was pushed hard, almost past her limits. She was beaten down and forced to take action on her own. She surpassed the abilities of her teachers and rose to the rank of Sith. She knows she is becoming more powerful than she ever could have by simply exploring her powers on her own. There are many others she must surpass, however. She knows she is not without faults. She knows she is not the most powerful Sith. Not yet. Supplementing her Force training, she also does extensive daily workout routines. She has always been frail in body and seeks to remedy this. She works to strengthen her muscles and lengthen her endurance. She works hard at it, but can only do so much in one day before tiring.
One thing that changed Rosalin greatly was the sense of family and religion on the planet of Korriban. Here were others who understood her, who did not shy from her gaze or whisper fearfully of her in the night. Here she found others she could actually talk to, if perhaps not become friends with. She is enthralled by the religious aspects of the Sith community and takes great pains to show reverence and to pray when it is appropriate. Finding strength in her beliefs, she has become loyal to the Sith cause. She still wishes to be the single most powerful... but that is not so important as it once was. She enjoys spending time on the planet, feels as if she is understood and accepted for the first time in her life. And now that she is stronger, she almost feels safe.
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Skills and Assets
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Strengths: Rosalin is strong in the Force and she is very clever. Her raw power is great, but with training and guidance she has become and could still become more powerful yet. She knows this, which is why she feels so superior to those around her. Yet she bides her time, knowing she cannot progress on her own. She sees the inner thoughts of people she meets by looking into their eyes. She knows what they want from her and what they might be willing to do for her. She is ruthless when it comes to something she wants and will stop at nothing to get it. She is constantly weaving plans and plotting to put to use anyone who comes in contact with her.
Weaknesses: Rosalin's physical body is her biggest weakness. She often catches illnesses and is never in perfect health. She speaks softly and must sit frequently. She is unsettling to most people, even among the Sith. She has a way of looking at people like a piece of meat or a chess piece to be used that doesn't sit right with most people. Because of this, she still finds it difficult to talk to people.
Gear: At the moment, Rosalin owns a few sets of robes, all black of course, a datapad where she keeps her research, a single red bladed lightsaber, and a necklace with a handmade charm that she secretly keeps always around her neck.
Ship: --- None
Droids: --- None
Pets: --- None
Kills: --- 0
Bounties Collected: --- 0
Dueling Ring Matches: ---
Grand Tournament Matches: ---
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