Rel Sesk'vati

[TwoSidedHeart]

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22 // Male // Twi'lek
5 ft 10 // 60 Kg // Corrupted Sith Amber // Red Skin
Feminine Features // Force Sensitive

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Wrathful // Perceptive // Social Mask // Forceful Leader // Driven by Fear // Direct
Relentless // Hateful // Slow to Trust // Damaged
Intelligent // Passionate
Slave Conditioning

Rel was raised as a slave and faced terrible conditions that have molded him. He wears a mask of a temperamental and relentless young Sith, more than willing to use his power to intimidate people and get exactly what he or more importantly, the Inquisition wants. He will not hesitate to kill traitors to the Empire and believes that nobody deserves a second chance, as once you have devoted yourself to something you should do everything in your power to carry out your duties. He is hateful to those who have wronged him and is more than willing to state his opinion to anyone who he comes across, even sometimes his superiors. He is almost completely loyal to the Inquisition and their teachings, as they saved him from a life of servitude and abuse.

As a leader of men, he is intelligent but forceful. He will not hesitate to harm or kill someone he sees as useless in order to motivate the others but will always reward success in the field. He will always push someone to their breaking point, as he believes that someone can only truly perfect themselves once they have been left in a shattered state. His perceptive nature allows him to usually see through enemy strategy and find any situation to take the advantage but he has only studied the basics of Warfare. He can be beaten by a superior tactician.

All of this is a mask of course. While it does all stem from pent up emotions during his upbringing, he is truly a damaged young man. He is driven by fear of being in chains and everything he does is to ensure he will never have that happen to him again. He serves the Inquisition faithfully as he believes they will keep him from that as long as he succeeds. He trusts nobody and if he were to, it would take a very long time to build actual trust for him. His greatest fear however, is that someone will discover the code words his slave master once used on him. His conditioning was so solid that he believes they would work even now and knows that if anyone discovered them, he would be a slave once more.


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Makashi Mastery: A // Shii-Cho Mastery: C // Hand to Hand Combat: C
Telekinesis Mastery: B // Telepathy Mastery: C // Force Immolate: C
Piloting: C // Battle Strategy: B

Rel's combat skills are nothing to scoff at. Armed with his Crossguard Lightsaber, he mainly practices Makashi to great success. He has incorporated aspects of Shii-Cho into the style to beat out some of its flaws such as a lack of blaster deflection as well as to give him more of an edge against multiple opponents if need be. Adding in some athletic hand to hand combat and Rel's combat style can be described as elegant and highly effective, quick on his feet and always one step ahead.

His Force abilities are considerable as well, however raw. His connection to the Force was discovered during an enraged outburst and as such, he believes that is where he gains most of his power from. His Force Pushes, Pulls and Repulses are powerful but his Telekinesis lacks precision on a whole. His Telekinetic prowess is enough to keep people out, but he lacks the ability to break into someone elses mind. He has been trained to use Force Immolate but prefers to only use it as a last resort or to intimidate as he finds it somewhat draining.

As for his practical skills, he has the general ones but there are two that stand out. He was trained as a pilot when he was a slave in order to pilot his masters private vessel but loathes the activity. He is proficient enough to get from Point A to Point B unharmed but prefers to hire transport. Secondly, is his strategic mindset. He is able to asses situations in battle or real life and quickly come up with solutions to them but lacks official training. That said, he is skilled enough to gain victory when it counts.

"I once killed everybody in a certain humans estate because they angered me. What do you think I'll do to you if you don't get back in line?" - Rel Sesk'vati.

Memory Fragment: The Force Awakens
Rel was thrown back into his cage. His body cried out from all places, everywhere that had just been violated. He was bleeding, he knew that much and all he wanted to do was curl up into a ball. Which was lucky for him, because that was the only way he could somewhat comfortably exist inside the confines of his literal prison. He knew he should be used to it after sixteen years of it, but it never got any better. At least his master had only invited four guests this time to partake in his centerpiece.
He listened to the guards walk away, each of them chuckling about something that didn't matter. When they were gone, he allowed himself to cry. He sobbed as the tears fell down his cheeks. There was nobody else in the room. The other slaves had quarters but his master felt like Rel needed to be kept aside from them. In a cage, he couldn't socialize or form bonds. Nobody could tarnish the humans perfect little prize. Not for the first time, Rel cursed his feminine facial features. Everybody always referred to him as the prettiest thing they'd ever seen. To discover he was a male seemed to be quite the revelation to most. He hated his face. It was the reason his master kept him around. They never damaged his face. It was always safe.
His sobbing stopped as he heard footsteps quietly enter the room and he listened, not daring to move. If he pretended he was asleep, they would go away. His heart stopped as the cage opened and a voice spoke up.
"I'm so sorry Rel." The voice was familiar. The son of his master.
Rel didn't dare to speak but came out of the cage as he was beckoned. He looked at the young man in surprise as he was handed a cloak and told to put it on and draw the hood up. He did as asked and let himself be led from the room, his mind racing. He felt the most dangerous emotion of all enter him. Hope.
"I'm going to get you out of here." The other young man said as he led Rel down various hallways.
No guards looked at them or found it suspicious. This was the masters son so nobody he brought in, even in a cloak, would be an issue. They probably thought he was bringing some mistress through the halls and chose not to say anything. Rel's heart raced. Was this human truly going to help him? Had years of seeing the Twi'lek abused at the hands of his father softened the boys heart?
They entered a dark room and Rel found himself gently pushed inside. As the door slid closed behind them, Rel wondered what was going on. Was this the garage? Was a speeder waiting to whisk him away from all this? Right up until the room lit up, he held out hope that it was finally over for him. The grinning faces of the master's son's friends shattered his hope and he felt something else begin to burn in his chest as the son spoke.
"This is the one boys. Prettier than any of those girl tail heads right?" The friendliness in his tone was gone, replaced by the tone Rel knew so well.
Something snapped in Rel. He looked down at the ground and felt something new around him. In fact, it was everywhere. Some kind of presence. He began to laugh as he experimented with it, raising his hand on instinct towards one of the friends necks and focusing on strangling the life from him. The other humans looked on in terror as the boys neck snapped almost instantly and Rels laughter increased. Only later would he be told that it was the Force, an awakening within him of sorts brought on by being finally driven to his breaking point. His rage, pain and the shattering of hope within him had caused it to finally manifest in such a violent manner. Since that day, he never again felt such a powerful bond with the great presence of the Force. But he didn't care about what it was or how it happened as he tore through the estate, killing everyone he came across. By the time his future Sith master arrived from nearby to investigate such a potent disturbance in the Force, he found the Twi'lek sitting atop a human slave masters corpse with laughter still streaming out of his mouth.

Memory Fragment: A Purpose at Last
Memory Fragment: A Face of Betrayal
Coming Soon...

OOC STUFFS
Ill be adding more to his backstory when it's not 6am. I just needed to get that part of his life out of the way. It's pretty raw at the moment as I'm overtired as heck, so I'll refine it at some point.
Rel's Playlist
Wake Me Up by B.A.P // Blood by In This Moment // No More Sorrow by Linkin Park // Im Gonna Show You Crazy by Bebe Rexha
Kill Everyone by Hollywood Undead // Sweet Sacrifice by Evanescence // Kill Me by The Pretty Reckless
The Phoenix by Fallout Boy // I Dont Care by Apocalyptica ft Adam Gontier
Boom by A Broken Silence​