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Sarela Malkova
I'm not a slave to anything anymore. And I never will be again.
Character Information
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NAME: Sarela Flora Malkova
AGE: 15
SPECIES: Near-Human
HOMEWORLD: Orvax IV
FACTION: Sith Empire
RANK: Sith Knight
HEIGHT: 154 cm
WEIGHT: 39 kg
HAIR COLOR: Dark Grey
EYE COLOR: Blue
FORCE: Yes
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DEXTERITY:
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CONSTITUTION:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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THEME
"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end."
Observant, reserved, and detached at times, Sarela Flora Malkova has been subjugated to a life of servitude and oppression. Born to an unknown mother and father, Sarela was raised and protected by the elderly women of the Slums up until a little after her third birthday; when her affinity for the Force was first discovered and documented, and it wasn't long after that the findings were reported to one of the largest slave owners on Orvax IV, Zyrias Forto, along with many others. Within hours of Sarela's apparent manifestation and substantial use of the mystical power known simply as the Force, a bidding war erupted, to which Zyrias easily won with her vast collection of credits, rare goods, and connections. It wouldn't take the Slave Council long before they learned of the elderly women within the Slums, and how they protected and hid Sarela from the Officials; to which the women were quickly and effortlessly publicly executed for treason against their Masters, as a show of what happens when individuals gifted with the Force were attempted to be hidden away. All of which Sarela was brutally forced to watch firsthand as her guardians were slaughtered, hung, and stoned to death by their fellow slaves. And so began her life under the ownership of one of the most influential and notorious slave owners on all of Orvax IV, who she would oddly grow to have a strange bond and something akin to gratitude towards later in life.
OWNERSHIP:
An estranged mother of sorts, Zyrias quickly began grooming Sarela to what she thought a woman with Sarela's gifts should be. At only three standard years old, Zayrias was well over a hundred years older than Sarela, having been born in 7022 BBY, with decades of experience under her belt when it came to caring for and guiding her slaves to what she saw as acceptable. Within only a few months, Sarela was taught to read and write, along with basic math; what was and wasn't proper edict when addressing those above you, and what not following an order would entail.
By the time of her seventh birthday, having been Zyrias most prized slave for well over four years, Sarela could name every other slave owner on Orvax IV, where they lived, and what types of slaves they kept, from the acceptable to the less savoury types. Little did she know, Zyrias wasn't teaching her all of this just so that she would know the occupants of the slave owned planet. Her motives were less than genuine when it came to what she would expect of Sarela in the years to come.
Over the years that would follow, Sarela would come to love a handful of things. Flowers, for one, along with flower arranging, and painting being another. Teaching herself through books supplied to her, she learned which plants were indigenous to what planets, which were edible and which were poisonous. Which flowers and plants could be used to heal and cure, even crafting a few homemade remedies for pain, headaches, and other minimum discomforts using the knowledge she was quickly accumulating. By the age of eleven, she could be considered among the best Botanist and Apothecaries on Orvax IV. Her strong connection with the plant life around her was no doubt aided through her connection with the Force. Though, already at such a young age, her connection to the Force was tainted by everything she'd endured over the years; all the beatings, whippings, and displays of indecency shoved upon her. Darkness was already stirring, and once one makes the connection to the Dark side of the Force, it's near impossible to remove such taint. Something Sarela had no idea how to contain or draw away from, instead simply feeding off her ever growing feelings of loneliness, depression, and hatred towards not only her Owner but every slaver on Orvax IV.
By the age of thirteen, Zyrias plans for Sarela were coming to fruition. She began teaching the young girl how to not only act like a more mature lady but to dress as one as well. The elderly woman, now well around the age of 117 standard years, that had shown the girl something akin to kindness, at least kindness when it came to one's slave, now began to show her ruthless and bloodthirsty side. She began teaching Sarela about her plans to assassinate those that she saw as a direct threat to her slave empire, using Sarela as her personal weapon.
Her knowledge of plants became more sinister; rather than healing, she learned to mix certain plants together to create deadly concoctions. Flower arranging and painting was traded for which places a knife could instantly kill someone; which was many, apparently. In the ten years that Zyrias had owned Sarela, it wasn't until these teachings that the elderly woman bought Sarela her first, though not only, gift: a small crystal necklace, which could be used to store an array of different poisons to use in different situations. As months passed, Sarela's depression deepened; dreading what would be expected of her within the year, unsure with herself if she'd be able to actually kill another living person. It was only through feeding, fanning, and growing the darkness within herself she was able to power through and overcome the storm of emotions constantly churning through her.
Only a month before Sarela was to carry out her first assassination for Zyrias, the political hierarchy of Orvax IV would be shattered for generations to come; not only was Zyrias, one of the oldest and most influential slave owners assassinated within her own home, something everyone thought as impossible, most of all Zyrias herself, but much of it would be bombed and destroyed in the hours to come after her death. Her slaves would become nothing but cattle, sold to the highest bidder like nothing but animals. But, for Sarela, the impossible had happened; with her Master's death, she found her freedom at last; Zyrias second and last gift to the girl she had begun to think of as almost like a daughter.
COMING INTO BLOOM:
Using the credits and jewels stolen from Zyrias most prized possessions, Sarela crafted herself into the semblance of a well-off young woman travelling and seeing what the Galaxy had to offer. Searching for what, she had no idea; as much of the Galaxy was in turmoil due to the Hundred-Year Darkness. All the while, the darkness within her steadily grew, turning into an all too familiar whisper and longing to learn more about her abilities as a Force user.
Months passed and from a small girl, a woman began to emerge. Her childlike features began to take on those of a young lady; her Sephi heritage becoming more defined and pronounced, bringing about exotic features to her face. Her thin frame, from malnourishment, turned from that of a girl, into a woman; much like her face had. By the age of fourteen, it was easy for Sarela, and those around her, to see the woman that she would grow into as the years passed.
Surprisingly, at least to Sarela, it wasn't her looks, but rather her seemingly natural affinity with the Dark side of the Force that would bring about the curiosity of someone who would come to teach her the ways of the Force, and how one could use it for their own gain within the Galaxy; as well as to protect themselves through the mystical energy-force.
CHAOS THEORY...
Maybe the male Exile took pity on her, maybe he saw a kindred spirit within the emotion-riddled girl, Sarela wasn't sure. One thing she did know was that the little that she did know of the Force from the accounts she'd read, paled in comparison to what she would come to learn over the next year and a half of constant training and first-hand knowledge. She would trade out the use of her small dagger for that of an elegantly crafted lightsaber, her baggy clothing that seemed to swallow her, hiding her away from the Galaxy, for more note-worthy and elegant clothing.
He would teach her how to feed on the loneliness and depression, to use it to fuel and strengthen her own power and Force usage. Though, at her young age, she found these lessons to be among the hardest, after spending almost all of her life as a slave having to repress the emotions and hide them away; something she swore to never allow to happen to her again, through any means necessary.
The time would, unfortunately, come that the Exile would leave her, being called off on official business within the Sith Empire. It was something that Sarela had expected, but she was still saddened to see the man that had taught her so much go. Being once more left alone to find her place within the Galaxy, Sarela knew, that unlike almost two years ago when she had killed Zyrias, she was prepared and had everything she needed to carve out a place for herself thanks to the teachings of the man she felt she could consider something akin to a friend; as a newly appointed Sith Knight within the Empire she now called home.
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The most emotion she shows is through her paintings and flower arrangements, both of which she loves crafting equally. She often equates her remaining sanity to these small tasks, which she would do for hours on end within her locked cell. When painting and arranging many different flowers together into a beautiful bouquet of exotic masterpieces, is when, understandably, Sarela feels the most emotional, allowing for her pain to escape through each creation, and heal her, even just somewhat. Sarela likes to think that each painting or flower arrangement holds a piece of her soul in it, taking away some of the disturbing thoughts that go through her mind at times.
Lastly, and most importantly, Sarela has an unequivocal loyalty towards the Sith Empire and Exile that helped in training her to better understand the Force. Though these feelings do not extend to the individuals within the Empire, merely the want and will to see the Empire grow, even if it means throwing away what little sanity she has left to do so. This may seem impulsive and destructive, but when you have so little, it's natural to want to see what little you do have, grow, and flourish like the most exotic of blooming flowers within the most remote of landscapes. -
With natural beauty marks under her right and left eyes, high cheekbones, a soft, elegant face, and pointed ears, each feature helps to give Sarela a sharp, yet innocent look. Matched with often unsmiling and straight lined lips, it can be hard at times to guess what she may be thinking at any given moment or get a pure read on her emotions.
Often choosing to wear black, white, and grey clothing; she's careful to make sure that each colour matches well with her dark-grey hair and blue eyes, along with her fair skin. Long, flowy, dresses are some of her favourites, often choosing to allow a bit of skin to show through, as to help situate a sense of maturity that her young age may dissuade from. Even if Sarela may not care about her outward appearances, she's always careful to keep a clean and elegant show; as to keep others from thinking her to be inexperienced and nothing more than a child playacting at being an adult. -
❊ Crystal Necklace
❊ Comlink
❊ Lightsaber
❊ Personal datapad
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