Undine's Echo Vault

[Undine]

Welcome to my Echo Vault, a land of perplexing perceptions proudly brought to you by a prominent person of predictive principles. Below lie various things, from copies of my various characters, present and archived alike. Current characters are represented in the signature found on every post within this thread, links to their actual profiles also provided. I will also be posting ideas for characters, sets of coding I find useful to have on hand, and whatever else this drifting consciousness deems fit to reverberate withing my echo vault for eternity.

Enjoy.

Spoiler: Safe Keeping

Ask - Late Night Beatdown

~ New Tayana, Duro ~
~ Theme Song ~

~ Participants ~
Narcelia Shade ~ Open Slot ~ Open Slot
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Open - Political Favors

~ Tayana District, Duro ~
~ Theme Song ~

~ Participants ~
Kasiya Naima ~ Open Slot ~ Open Slot
Opposition Slot ~ Opposition Slot ~ Opposition Slot

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Dialogue for a future post:
"Now, let us begin anew. According to Imperial logistical records, before being captured on Urce during the Liberation of Ithor you were suppose to be traveling to Drall to meet with a potential Jedi defector. His name was Josele Zarn. You never did get the chance though, did you? The Jedi Order came and put you in your place, right where a softskin like you deserves to be, in a prison."

"I'm sure you'll be happy to know that Josele never made it to Drall, he's locked in a cell buried deep under the ice sheets of Ilum, as for the three Sith that were sent to recover him on Toydaria, well, I had only planned on taking one prisoner that day, so don't worry about them."

"Now, what I want to know is whether or not you knew about the artifact Josele had stolen from the temple vaults on Onderon. I do advise telling the truth dear, there is only so much your body can take before the muscle fiber starts to break down. A pretty nasty side effect for your joints and tendons though, it'll really come back to bite you in twenty to thirty years, assuming you live that long."

 

[Undine]

Hensar Osa'kana ​

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AGE: 37
SPECIES: Bothan

HEIGHT: 1.5 Meters
WEIGHT: 55 kg

EYE COLOR: Brown
FUR COLOR: Brown
MARKINGS: None

FACTION: Mandalorian Dominion
RANK: Commando

"We fell because we accused each other, we were to busy killing our own in the sake of power we never thought of anyone else. Bothawui fell because we did not deserve her. Perhaps Mandalorian strength can teach our people to act in usion, think of what our people could have become if we had only a Mand'alor to guide us."
~ Hensar Osa'kana

~ Theme Song ~​

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Personality​

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Always watchful and observant, Hanser has a calculating and analytical mind honed across decades of internal intrigue within his clan, as well as over a decade of experience as a member of the Bothan Spynet and later the security force directly charged with protecting the Bothan Council. He is dedicated to furthering the well being of his people, believing that the the Mandalorian conquering of Bothan space, including the Bothan homeworld, Bothawui to be for the better.

This by no means has affected his sense of loyalty to his people, or his clan despite their reluctance to embrace the new government. Hensar wants to see his people thrive under Mandalorian rule, hoping aspects of their culture are embraced by Bothans for the sake of growing stronger.

"I did not wish for my people to be conquered by a foreign power, just as you don't want to live under Republic rule. My people are still free, your people did not enslave us, and I think that in time your customs and culture will make my people stronger. Then perhaps one day we will be able to regain control of ourselves, but that day is generations in the making and will never arrive if we don't first learn from our failures, so fear not my loyalties."
- Hensar Osa'kana, speaking with a superior officer.

While neither kind nor cruel, although both are tools he has used, Hensar is an idealist of sorts. Acknowledging his betrayal of the Bothan Council as an act of treason, he views his actions as practical and necessary for the future of Bothans. A deep seated loyalty to his people, including his family and clan, Hensar can't help but view the parallels within the clan hierarchy of Mandalorian culture as hope that his own people can learn from them.

Not many interests beyond his own personal goals and motives, this allows him to focus almost entirely on his service to the Mandalorian Dominion, seeking favor and respect amongst it's ranks and hoping to embrace and be embraced by Mandalorian philosophy and the Mandalorians themselves. [/fancybox2]

BIOGRAPHY​

[fancybox4="http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/pt.starwars/images/a/aa/Bothawui.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120713224046"] From an early age Hensar showcased his intelligence, refusing to accept anything anyone told him, preferring to discover the truth of the matter for himself. From pushing his educators to give him more tasking assignments, to replacing those that failed to meet his standards. Even at a young age he would discard anyone he could use to further his own studies. Hesitant to outright fearful, both his peers and superiors quickly realized the threat he posed to their own careers and their social standing.

Clan Kana was influential on Bothawui, and held strong ties to the political and economical sectors. Despite not having much influence within his clan, Hensar was more than willing to threaten those that stood in his way with, mostly unfounded, retaliatory measures. Many members of his clan found his threats humorous, while others found it arrogant. Equal parts intelligent and cunning, Hensar used this annoyance to his family's advantage throughout his adulthood, goating his rivals within the clan into denouncing him publicly or otherwise social humiliate themselves, forcing the clan as a whole to distance themselves from the individual or individuals, allowing Hensar and his family to gain favor.

Due to his subtle use of the more diplomatic approach to relieving one's rival, Hensar found himself offered multiple positions throughout the private sector. The prospect of personal wealth was tempting, but in the end the idea left a bad taste in his mouth, most so called businessmen were nothing more then well groomed pirates without the halfhearted dignity of actually being pirates. This led him to the intelligence sector, enlisting with the Bothan Martial Academy and later the Bothan Spynet. While attending the academy, Hensar distinguished himself as a tactical genius with a mind geared to highly advanced strategic analysis. He went on to become a logistics officer within the Bothan military, operating in secret, smuggling everything from strolling droids, weapons, and other military equipment, to information and people throughout Bothan space and beyond.

After the murder of the son of a commanding officer, Hensar quickly rose in rank as one of the few individuals trusted by his supposed friend. The admiral grew increasingly paranoid, ordering the arrest of all members of his rival clan onboard as he attempted to force them to confess made up crimes. Ironically, Hensar was the one that ended up imprisoning the admiral, assuming temporary leadership of the military vessel and returning to Bothan space to turn over the admiral for a psychological analysis and criminal proceedings. This also came with an official promotion, no longer working as a logistics officer within the Bothan military, but rather operating within the political intelligence agency, directly tasked with the safety of the Bothan Council.

During his more than a decade long service to the Bothan government, Hensar has secured ties within the political, military, intelligence, and even criminal sectors of galactic society. His sense of loyalty to his people a cornerstone throughout his career, he was undone once Bothawui fell to the Mandalorians. Despite his people being conquered by foreign powers, he blame the Bothan Council for their infighting, leading them to being blind to the threats posed by other cultures. Finding Mandalorian culture to have a few similarities with his own, Hensar has grown to hold a great deal of respect for his new government and their people. Turning his back on the former Bothan Council, Hensar offered to join the ranks of the Mandalorian Dominion willingly, his services and connections put at their disposal in the hope that he could help bring stability to his people.

Branded a traitor by many of his fellow operatives and colleges, he has become the target for many among his people seeking to lash out against the Mandalorian Dominion. In particular, a rising threat from one of his rivals within his own clan has been whispering of blood, a threat Hensar was more than willing to match in kind. It wasn't until he received video of his wife and two children sleeping in their bed did he realize whose blood his cousin was truly after.

"The blood of my children will soon be sacrificed on the altar of change, the altar of Kad Ha'rangir. I ask you to honor their sacrifice, give me the authority to cull those who would murder my children. Allow me to do so publicly, no more sulking in the shadows, attempting to take out our enemies quietly. I want to send a message to those who would act against the Dominion. This, I ask of you."
- Hensar Osa'kana, speaking with whoever would be the appropriate individual within the new mandalorian government on Bothawui. Needs approval of the faction leadership, obviously. It also leads directly into the first thread I plan on doing with this character.​

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ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ʙʏ: ʙᴇᴇ​

Posting this here so I can attempt to deconstruct its parts and then put it all back together again. Profile templates are awesome, but can be annoying to use.​

 

[Undine]

Amethyst
~ Theme Song ~

Growing up on Zeltros was more than any girl could ask for, especially for one as exotic as her. While all Zeltrons were beautiful, she was nothing less than a work of art. A Zeltron mother and Voss father had left her beyond simple measures of beauty, and this gift offered itself in the form of wealth. As a model she was coveted, crime bosses attack each other just to get her to dance for them. And the other beauties of Zeltros? Well, they hated her, she stood out from the rest like an amethyst amongst diamonds, she brought color to a world dazed by it's own glamor. She just hoped she wouldn't get caught up in the delusions as the rest of them.

Note: Assuming the Voss do not get approved as RP-able, I'll find another species, or radiation disaster.​

Sapphire
~ Theme Song ~
Cold, he always felt cold, and empty. The mute Echani was unsure why his parents had sent him to the Jedi, and unsure why they had sent him to the Army of Light in turn. Empty, his gaze empty, he knew the masters of the Jedi had found his presence unsettling, staring at them blankly when they attempted to engage him. He was mute, how was he to communicate with them? Afraid to peek inside his mind they were, afraid of the unknown, of the cold, empty, and lonely unknown.

For now a simple tease, but when I get the chance I'll write up a proper character sheet.​

 

[Undine]

Sarisa Sannin


"The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls."
~ Theme Song ~​

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Information​

"I did not fall due to anger, nor was I tempted with power. I fell because I chose to. The Force called me to bare witness to the deeds enacted by the Sith. I do not know why, but I can not, will not, deny the Force.

I will watch, I will witness, all so that I might remember you and the tremors the Sith will bring to the galaxy. Rise or fall, know that the greatest acts of darkness will be remembered forever."​

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Full Name: Sarisa Sannin
Pseudonym: The Witness
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Species: Arkanian
Homeworld: Arkania
Height: 163 CM
Weight: 61 KG
Eye Colour: White, Pupilless
Hair Colour: White
Skin Tone: Pale White
Force Sensitive: Yes
Faction: Sith
Rank: Sith Inquisitor

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Personality​

"Never have I dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul.

As I empower myself through the Dark Side, using my own pain and sorrows to grow stronger, I hollow my heart leaving nothing of myself in my wake. Always I grow colder."​

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~ Theme Song ~​

Sarisa is a cold and calculating individual, no less should be expected from a former Jedi turned Sith Inquisitor. While she rarely shows any emotions other than blatant indifference, Sarisa makes no attempt to hide her pain and misery from others. By allowing other Force sensitives to clearly feel her own emotions through empathic projection, she uses the authenticity of those emotions as a front to guard against those who would seek to know her thoughts.

Quick witted and sharp tongued, Sarisa is far too eager to share her pain and misery with others, using words to inflict suffering where Force abilities and her lightsaber wouldn't be permitted. While not quit ill-tempered, and quite remarkably patient for a sith, Sarisa employs analytic efficiency rather than anger and brute force. Her calm demeanor and analytical mind mask her ruthlessness.

Internally, Sarisa is a reflection of herself, hollow and cold to the touch. What she doesn't allow anyone to see within her is her sense of slowly drowning, going numb, and losing herself to the darkness around her. The thought that one day she might not recognize herself is one that makes her laugh, and breaks her heart. She is no longer as she was as a Jedi. While she doesn't enjoy cruelty as some of the more sadistic members of the Sith Order, she grows ever indifferent to it day by day.

While not overly intent of causing harm to anyone, Sarisa seeks to witness the deeds of the Sith, even if it entails witnessing herself committing such acts of horror. Because of the delicate balance between her dual natures, her need for the light and her desires of the darkness, Sarisa constantly attempts to keep herself from falling back into her old Jedi habits. This delicate balance was achieved through an eerie distance from reality.

She hides her pain and suffering by projecting it outward, refusing to let it remain within her. Few non-Force sensitives manage to meet her empty gaze, as it invites only sorrow, and they rarely remember ever seeing her face. Sarisa allows those Force sensitives who come into contact with her to remember her, unlike most Sith Inquisitors who attempt to remain anonymous. If she's allowed you to see her, then she wanted to show you her face, to invite Sith to question her, and to invite Jedi to remember her, to invite both to weep at her presence.

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Biography​

"With depth comes darkness. So, if you yearn to seek a life of depth, a life of meaning, you need to be willing to nurture the darkest parts of yourself.

I am made from all the things this life couldn't take from me."​

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~ Theme Song ~​

Not much is known about Sarisa, her role as an Inquisitor leaves much of her past as speculation. It is known, although not common knowledge, that Sarisa was once a Jedi, though she typically refuses to discuss her history with others. The fact that she was once a Jedi and is now serving the Sith Order is enough to assume she fell to darkness. Some speculate she lost her mind after a duel with a sith, others assume she was corrupted with the hunger for power, and yet others still assume she simply lost faith in the Jedi. The truth is her's alone, but she has shown willingness to answer questions if asked politely.

Born on Arkania, Sarisa never knew her parents, having been taken in by the Jedi at a young age. Her parents were scientists, or so she was told by the Jedi, who never really revealed much else about her heritage. Sarisa didn't care much about her own past, always looking to the future and what she would accomplish as a Jedi.

Having got along well enough with her peers, and proving herself to be a valued student, Sarisa quickly rose in rank over her years with the Jedi Order, and later the Army of Light. Having served for four years as a Jedi Knight, Sarisa found herself growing to resent the Jedi Council, they proved themselves weak time and again, hiding away in their temples. The Army of Light proved itself useless against the might of the Sith, allowing their most bitter rivals to proclaim themselves an Empire while the Jedi leadership did nothing as more and more Jedi lost their lives.

Not even Sarisa is quite sure what changed, but one day somewhere between attempting to assassinating a Sith operative and watching as innocent civilians were slaughtered because of her failure, something snapped in the Jedi's mind. Powerless to stop the Sith with the powers of the Light side, darkness rushed in, meeting the Jedi's heart with despair and revulsion. Cracking her neck as if to release some pent up stress she had not known was there, Sarisa telepathically broke the Sith's neck in an instant.

Blood coming from her nose, Sarisa claimed the Sith's lightsaber as her own, abandoning the green hued blade of the Jedi and embracing her newfound role within the darkness. It would seem to her, that she was most powerful when witnessing the use of the Dark Side, and she let the heartache, sorrow, and pain of her abandoned faith in the Light fuel this newfound power. Presenting herself to the Sith had been difficult, months she'd spent being interrogated and tortured, but when she was released, all aspects of the former Jedi she once was was gone.

Only the Witness remained.

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Force Abilities​

Inaudible Arguing - "You mean it was an actual person? I refuse to believe that. I didn't see her at first, but I knew she was there. The wind whispered and I ran. My legs were ripped out from under me, I couldn't see what had grabbed me, but it was her, I know it was. Nothing, when I looked for her there was nothing. I just can't remember. Her eyes, I know I saw them, but, I just can't remember" - Inaudible Crying - "I know, I know, it sounds like a dream, but it wasn't. That witch attacked me, I don't care if no one remembers! I saw her eyes, she looked at me. I know she did. I saw her eyes, I just can't remember." - Audio goes silent - "They were empty." - Audio stops -​

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~ Theme Song ~

Novice - Apprentice - Adept - Expert - Master

Telepathy - Expert
Mind Trick -Expert
Telepathic Telekinesis - Adept
Force Illusion - Adept
Empathic Projection - Master
Force Stealth - Adept
Art of Movement - Expert
Force Stun - Master

Primary Lightsaber Form - Form Two: Makashi​

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Formating Stolen From @Korvo​

 

[Undine]

Ocean


"Rainy days are often the most peaceful."
~ Theme Song ~​

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Information​

"Fearing death in life is to spend your life dying."​

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Name: Ocean
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Species: Rattataki
Homeworld: Naboo
Height: 174 CM
Weight: 61 KG
Eye Colour: Pale Blue
Hair Colour: None
Skin Tone: Chalk White
Force Sensitive: Yes
Faction: None
Rank:Street Dancer

Personality​

~ Theme Song ~​

A spiritual idealist, Ocean is a true free spirit, having grown up knowing her terminal illness would one day kill her, in a strange way she has been liberated from leading a life straut with much of the stress and day-to-day worries of most people. Penniless and homeless, Ocean has lived among those she considers to be the purest in the galaxy, beggars, wanderers, and the broken, herself being all three nearly her entire life.

Oddly enough she's never truly wanted for anything, in her mind, no amount of finery or wealth could compare to the wonders of a setting sun, the touch of rain, or the smell of grass. Naboo was filled with natural beauties, and she'd never had reason to desire anything else for herself. With no true family ties to root her anywhere, Ocean has taken up traveling with group of homeless street performers. While calm and thoughtful when alone, she becomes a wild hurricane when she dances. Many of the public fountains of Theed have felt the grace of her step.

She is often asked by people who she meets for the first time if she fears dying, to which is laughs. In her perspective, death isn't something to fear as much as life is something to be embraced. While not reckless per say, this philosophy has given fruit to a tendency of just doing something regardless of the consequences. To say she's led an eccentric life would be an understatement, as the only constant thing about her is her fluidity willingness to try anything once, and her deep rooted desire to help others.

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Biography​

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~ Theme Song ~​

Growing up poor was rough, more so when you were diagnosed with an unknown and incurable illness at the age of four. Ocean's mother was a kind woman, she hadn't really done anything to warrant the life she'd been given, though few ever did. Ocean spent most of her childhood watching as her mother worked herself to death to provide food and medicine to her only child. Having spent years asking about who her father was, Ocean's mother had always told her she wasn't old enough to know, but her mother died when she was only eight years old due to chronic stress and heart failure.

Ocean spent the next few months attempting to continue living the way she had, in the same little nearly empty apartment. When food ran out she started stealing from neighbors or accepting what sympathetic eyes would give freely. Time went on and she ended up getting the boot once the apartment was rented out to some other poor family, who had nothing to spare. She wasn't alone for long though as a Vahla woman took her in, taught her how to dance and raised her to adulthood.

At the age of sixteen, Ocean's adoptive mother decided she was ready to live on her own, leaving her to find her own path as the Vahla had spent far to many years on one planet for her own tastes. Ocean wasn't to sad to see her go though, if anything she was glad her adoptive mother could once again travel the stars with her own people. It was around this time Ocean came across the group of traveling street performers, opting to join them as a dancer.

Despite her illness becoming increasingly debilitating over time, it comes and goes in waves. Ocean can go months feeling perfectly healthy, then spend months more keeled over a hole in the ground coughing up mucus and blood. Luckily for her, one of her fellow street performers had picked up a few tricks with herbalism over the years and did the best she could to keep Ocean in good health. Recently though, Ocean has heard more about a group of healers and warriors known as Jedi, and has decided to seek them out. Perhaps such legendary beings would be able to heal her.

Force Abilities​

Novice - Apprentice - Adept - Expert - Master

Empathy - Apprentice​

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Of Fate and Fountains - Ask - Completed

A Scholar and a Vagabond - Ask - Completed

Somnolent Samba - Ask - Completed

Formating Stolen From @Korvo​

 

[Undine]

Akasha Sulis

~ Theme Song ~​

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Name: Akasha Sulis, aka Emerald
Gender: Female
Age: 33
Species: Horansi
Homeworld: Yanibar
Height: 2.4 M
Weight: 218 KG
Eye Colour: Bright Green
Hair Colour: Grey, White, Black Rosette Spots
Force Sensitive: Yes
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Knight

Personality​

Archetypes

Bruiser with a Soft Center ~ The Drifter ~ Eccentric Mentor​

Emerald does not follow the Jedi Order blindly, preferring to act as her conscience and understanding of the Jedi Code sees fit, paired with her inability to properly express her views in galactic basic more often than not causes her to look like a fool when discussing matters of philosophy with her peers. This has caused her to feel alienated from the rest of the Jedi ideologically and socially over the years, and she mirrors this perceived isolation in her day to day habits. Rarely spending any prolonged amount of time in Jedi space, on Jedi worlds, or around other Jedi, at least outside of her son Jalen, who is currently a Jedi initiate.

Her independant and introspective nature this might not always be for the benefit of others as she isn't one to care about the opinions of others, often seeing them as irrelevant when not forced to consider them by circumstance. However, Emerald has grown to understand that her perceived isolation might very well be a delusion, or perhaps a mask for something deeper. Seeking to understand her place in the Jedi, she spends much of her time traveling the outer rim, a physical journey to mirror her introspective one, and ironically, subconsciously allowing herself to grow ever distance from the Jedi just as her thoughts and questions.

Morally, she identifies with everything her fellow Jedi seek to uphold, and Emerald has attempted to aid in this mission herself, doing whatever she can to help not only those she comes across throughout her journey, but also aiding other Jedi when opportunity arises. These encounters with other Jedi tend to be brief however, as she seeks to impart whatever wisdom she can before taking her leave to continue her search.

There is a growing fear in her that she simply doesn't belong within the Jedi Order, just as she had no place among the Zeison Sha. Perhaps the answers she seeks in the outer rims might prove useful and offer her guidance, but first she needs to locate the questions in the first place. Confused and self-isolating, Emerald has no choice but to return to her fellow Jedi, and hope there is someone among the ranks of the Order that can aid her.

Biography​

Born into slavery on Ryloth, Akasha and her mother were freed by a Twi'lek woman just before Akasha's mother died of complications due to the birth. As a newborn on a foreign world with slavers hunting her down, the Twi'lek woman smuggled her offworld and into Wild Space, to the planet Yanibar. It was here that Akasha was raised, among the Zeison Sha. It didn't take long for her innate Force sensitivity to make itself known, and Akasha quickly took to the initial stages of training within the Zeison Sha.

Growing up on the harsh world of Yanibar, Akasha flourished among her new-found family. The natural strength and bestial nature of her Horansi ancestors was apparent from a young age and her Twi'lek mother, Narisa Sulis, encouraged her to utilize her natural survival instincts. This bestial nature, while strengthened because of her Force sensitivity, also left a door within her, opened to the influence of the Dark Side. Narisa had taught her how to use Jedi mental techniques and meditations to help the Horansi cope with, and suppress, her own dark side nature.

A proud and capable hunter and fighter, it didn't take Akasha long to join the ranks of the Zeison Sha as an initiate. It was here, during her early teenage years that she found her family lacking. While their skills with the Force were prominent, Akasha desired for more than a life of simply surviving.

Her mother, Narisa Sulis, had spoken to her over the years of a legendary Jedi Order, one Narisa herself had once been apart of. Her mother's reasons for leaving the Jedi had never been fully explained to Akasha however, and she knew only that her mother had lost someone close to her and couldn't see herself with the Jedi any longer because of it. Despite this, Akasha had always greatly enjoyed the times her mother would talk of her time with the Jedi, even showing the young Horansi some of the techniques she had learned during her time with the Jedi.

Eventually, Narisa died, as all parents do. She had not been a young woman when she adopted the Horansi cub, and old age was something not even the fabled Jedi could hold off. The lost of the only mother she had ever known had not been unexpected, nevertheless, it still took a toll on the, then, teenage Horasni. Akasha had only ever felt any sort of loyalty to Narisa, and with her death she grew more and more unsatisfied with the Zeison Sha.

Unable to advance in rank due to her mixed loyalties and the swirl of the dark side with her own nature, Akasha decided to leave Yanibar, gaining passage aboard a trading ship as extra security. Armed with only her mother's discblade and her own claws, as well as the robes on her back, Akasha made her entrance into the galaxy, knowing nothing of what she would be getting into.

She made her first stop on Ryloth, where, after keeping up with her deal with the traders that got her there, she attempted to hunt down the slavers who had kidnaped her birth mother, while also seeking some form of information about her mother, or just a name of the woman who had brought her into the galaxy. Narisa hadn't told her much about where on Ryloth she had discovered Akasha and her mother, only that it was a an area controlled by slavers. On Ryloth, it would take decades to find the right slavers, if they were even still on the planet, much less alive.

This attempt proved futile however, and Akasha quickly found herself in far over her head. Trapped in an abandoned building, surrounded by a band of pirates and slavers, she was just about to take her own live rather than become a slave once more, when out of nowhere, a voice spoke to her within her own mind. At first she thought it was the voice of Narisa, or even her birth mother, her to guide her at the end of her short life, but that quickly changed as she realized the voice was male, and coming from someone who was very much alive. The man was dressed as a pirate, but wielded a blade unlike any she had ever seen. Almost by instinct, or perhaps foresight, Akasha spoke a single word in response. Jedi.

The weight of that word hit her like a wave of cold water. She lowered Narisa's discblade from her throat, ashamed that she had even thought to taint the memory of her mother with her own blood. The Jedi stepped forward, offering a hand. Together the two of them fought their way out, their combined efforts pushing the slavers into retreat. Akasha pledged herself to the Jedi who had saved her, but he refused her service, instead healing her wounds as best he could and aiding her to his ship to get off world.

Together, they eventually made their way to the Jedi Stronghold on Dantooine, where they parted ways. It was only at this point Akasha realized she didn't know the Jedi's name. Laughing he pointed to his ship, the Eagle's Nest, and told her to call him Eagle. Despite never seeing this particular Jedi again, Akasha has never been able to shake the feeling of importance around their meeting, but was unable to divine any meaning from this.

As fiercely independent as any Zeison Sha, Akasha prefers to keep her personal details to a minimum when dealing with those she doesn't know well, or those she doesn't trust. To this end, very few know her real name, as she goes by her alias, Emerald, even within the Jedi Knights. This slight paranoia and distrust, even towards her allies, paired with her natural affinity towards the dark side, earns her a wide berth, even among those not outwardly intimidated by her immense stature.

Wielding a bit of a cruel strike, Akasha takes great difficulty when it comes to restraint and mercy towards her would-be enemies, two core aspects of Jedi philosophy. Nonetheless, this has made her both a formidable and efficient fighter, but also isolated from her fellow Jedi.

Her personal mentality quite foreign to most Jedi, she was quickly branded a failure by her teachers due to her initial unwillingness to learn the ways of the lightsaber, preferring to use her mother's discbalde, but quickly gave in to the peer pressure for fear of being expelled from the Order, something she is ashamed of in multiple ways. This confliction between wanting to keep to the ways of her mother, but also wanting to be more like a Jedi has led Akasha on an interesting journey, forcing her to reevaluate everything she knows about herself in the process.

Despite everything she has attempted to grow closure to her Jedi peers, she has remained isolated from her peers, estranged from her masters, and ill regarded by her superiors. Frustrated that the Jedi are just as suspicious of her as the Zeison Sha had, Akasha decided to prove herself and her loyalties on the battlefield. To this end she crafted her own lightsaber, a feat that earned her a margin of respect with the order, as well as earning her the rank of knight.

Years she'd spent fighting in the name of the Jedi, not just against the Sith, but any who would seek to harm the innocents of the galaxy. She railed against the dark side and against cruelty until it left her morally raw. She increasingly felt herself slipping closer and closer to the dark side, it becoming harder and harder to control and subdue her beastial instiscts. She aided and trained many of her fellows, always on the look out for the next initiate she could guide in the right direction. But as her own morals drifted from her, so too did her thoughts of the Jedi. Instead she was left with an ache within her chest, at first she thought it to be caused by the destruction of Tython, but then she realized it had been there long before then.

With every initiate she helped come to terms with their own darkness, she felt a growing need to confront her own. When she met Sigal Adi Chume'da on Tython, forcing the poor girl to break down emotionally so she could overcome her grief, Emerald sensed the girl's sadness echo within her own heart, not simply a Jedi's empathy either, something deeper still. When she took the orphan boy named Jalen Kron under her wing, she felt motherhood call to her in a way she never thought possible. When Emerald took Valerie Black to the icy planet known as Hoth and both nearly died in a blizzard, forced to overcome their dark natures together, Emerald saw in herself a pain she had never wanted to acknowledge.

The core of her darkness was rooted in her inability to forgive her mother of dying. Emerald had never known the warmth of her mother's embrace, never heard the kindness in her voice, or the felt the safety of knowing that her mother would protect her from anything. On some level, Emerald knew she hated her mother for the simple fact that she had grown up alone. No matter how much Narisa had loved her, the elderly Twi'lek had never been enough for her, and it was only now that Emerald realised this. Emerald saw in her mind the pained face of the woman who'd raised her everytime she thought about how much she missed out when her birth mother died, and she hated herself for that. She hated herself for all of it, and it was this hate that drove her away from her fellow Jedi.

It was impossible to just expect her mother's death, to simply expect that she'd never known her mother's love or that Narisa had done everything she could have to raise her in a loving home. It was impossible. But Emerald also knew she needed to overcome it if she was to ever truly have a place within the Jedi. So she did the only things she could do, she pointed that hatred away from herself, acknowledging that allowing it to destroy her wouldn't help anyone. Instead, she fought the slavers that had killed her mother. A lonely task, breaking the chains of Ryloth, but something deep within her whispered that overcoming her hatred would no longer be imposible if she set free every slave on Ryloth.

Her only solace from the hatred, and perhaps the only true escape from it was found in her adoptive son Jalen. Now an adult, the two of them had spent years together, she taught him everything she knew and a little more she learned herself along the way. Just as she fought in the pits and arenas throughout Hutt space, so did Jalen watch and bet on her matches. The two of them earning a small fortune just as she earned a name for herself. Neither ever betrayed their identities as Jedi however, least someone seek to make their own small fortune off their heads.

With her son's skills fast improving and the time of his knighting soon approaching, Emerald feels a sort of sadness everytime she sees him, but it is a pleasant sadness. The filthy and terrified boy she stumbled upon grew up faster than she'd ever expected, and the thought of him one day facing off against sith without her there to stand with him made her heart skip a beat. She refused to consider what would happen if he ever died, no mother should have to bury their own child.

Force Abilities​

Novice - Apprentice - Adept - Expert - Master

Telekinesis - Expert
Art of Movement - Master
Force Sense - Adept
Force Body - Expert
Force Stealth - Adept
Animal Bond - Expert
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Gear​

Double Bladed Lightsaber, Dark Emerald Hued Blades
Electroblade
Electro-Whip
MXV 'Scuttler'-class yacht, aka The Requiem
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Kasiya Naima


"Some things fight the Dark for so long that they learn to grow inside of a shadow."
~ Theme Song ~​

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"The choices we make today will be felt across time, their consequences inherited not by the echos of who we were but by the children our examples have taught. What future will they have if our only gift to them are the lessons we forgot?"​

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Full Name: Kasiya Naima
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Species: Keshiri
Homeworld: Zoist
Height: 180 CM
Weight: 65 KG
Eye Colour: Black
Hair Colour: Black
Skin Tone: Purple
Force Sensitive: Yes
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Jedi Knight

Personality​

As a member of the often mysterious temple guards within the Jedi Order, Kasiya is quite capable of suppressing her own personality and emotional leanings for the sake of her missions and the orders handed down to her. That is not to say she, or her fellow guards, are simple mindless drones as Kasiya has a personality just as complex as any other member of the Jedi, and when not serving at her post or performing her various duties, she is more than willing to allow that personality to shine through to those around her.

A difficult childhood to put it mildly, paired with a natural talent with the Light Side of the Force, Kasiya is beyond loyal, borderline overzealous at times when it comes to her views on the sith and use of the Dark Side. That being said, Kasiya did not grow up on the frozen tundras of Zoist without growing to respect the ancient ways of the Sith to some extent. While she abhors the use or practice of the Dark Side in any form, she has always respected the trails the Sith go through to forge themselves into who they wish to become. The brutal efficiency and adherence to a strict ranking system and the vast logistical achievements of the Imperial Empire is something to be admired, even by their most bitter of rivals. Kasiya longs to see similar forms of structure one day lead the Jedi Order to victory over their dark natured cousins.

When it comes to the sith themselves, Kasiya despises everything they stand for, their false promises of order and peace do not silently fall upon her vigilant ears, not after the years of suffering she experienced under their perverted versions of order or peace. Kasiya knows firsthand that any word from the mouth of a sith should be taken with poisoned honey. However, because of her childhood and the unique nature to which Kasiya joined the Jedi Order, she was regulated to the temple guards so that she would be kept close to the Jedi, rarely if ever coming into contact with any Sith other than those within the cells deep within the Jedi Temple on Onderon.

When not wearing the ancient armored robes of the Jedi Temple Guards, Kasiya can often be found laughing amongst her fellow off duty guards, running laps around Iziz, the capital of Onderon, or dueling with her fellow guards or those guards still in training. Taking great pride in her work, and keeping her circle of friends tight, mostly other guards, Kasiya can tend to come across as distant by those Jedi who don't know her, as she doesn't tend to pay much attention to those Jedi who are not within her clique. That's not to say she dislikes other Jedi, only that it has often been her experience that there is a disconnect between the Temple Guards who stay behind to protect the temples and outposts of the Jedi Order, and those Jedi Knights that go out and serve on the battlefield. With neither group really understanding what the other experiances.

The most honorable and sacred duties of the Temple Guards, and one Kasiya has frequently taken part in, is guarding the bodies of those Jedi who fall in battle until their funerals. Serving her post at the Jedi temple on Onderon, so close to the frontlines with the Empire, Kasiya finds herself called upon for this particular duty far too often for her tastes, but such is the way of war. From the moment their bodies are delivered to the temple, throughout the washing ceremonies in the healing halls, all the way to the funeral chamber, and right up to the moment of cremation atop a pyre, Kasiya and her fellow temple guards honor their fallen brothers and sisters by remaining by their side, escorting their remains back into the Force.

On the other hand, one of her favorite duties to attend to, is when she gets to dress up as one of the legendary sith lords of the past, wielding red training sabers and dressed in replicas of ancient sith robes. The purpose of such heresy? Training the next generation of Temple Guards, preparing them for when the sith attempt to invade their temples. There is nothing more thrilling than watching young Jedi Initiates working together to take down a group of far superior foes with sound tactics and the very skills instilled in them by her own instruction. The thing that makes this her favorite duty though is when the Initiatives prove themselves capable of rebelling their seniors, and are then welcomed as fellow Jedi Knights and fully fledged Temple Guards. Watching them head out to their respective posts, scattered amongst the stars is rather bittersweet, a mix of renewed hope, but all the knowing that she might never see them again.​

Biography​

Born to a Sith Acolyte on Zoist, Kasiya was raised under the watchful guidance of the tribal natives and their ancient sith teachings. Her mother, a concubine to one of the tribal elders of their village, Kasiya was considered weak, weaker than her mother who had been executed after giving birth to Kasiya for being unfaithful to her master. The sith pureblood who raised her as a cruel father quickly grew disappointed with her even in infancy. Even though Kasiya passed every trial presented to her, she never had the heart of a true sith, always refusing to develop her gifts of the Force into the powers of the Dark Side.

Many recommended, and even tried, to kill her throughout her childhood, but her adoptive father instead let her live because of her only strength. A lack of fear. Always, kasiya stood in defiance to the teachings of her elders, and no matter what form of cruelty their anger took, she never backed aways or showed fear of the Dark Side. In time, even those that despised her grew to respect this singular quality of strength. Still, Kasiya was often the victim of vile acts of dominance and shows of power, kept around more for the sake of having someone for the younger members of the tribe to practice their skills on rather than allowed to live out of mercy.

It was during one such act of cruelty that one of the older human boys held her down and branded her face, leading to the unique facial markings that still scar her face to this day. Luckily for her, by leaving a permanent mark on such a prominent and visible location of her body, her father murdered the boy for devaluing his property. Her father would later take her with him on a mission so he could oversee her healing process, making sure the wounds did indeed leave scars. It was on this mission, that her father died at the hands of two Jedi Knights, eventually finding her nearby calling out through the Force despite her mind being ravaged by fever dreams as her face had grown swollen and infected.

Still just a youngling at the time, wounded no less, the two Jedi Knights took her with them to receive proper medical treatment. It was during her recovery that her Force sensitivity was discovered and her true affiliation with the Light Side shown through. A few months later she was offered a place among the Order to be trained in the ways of the Force as a Jedi. Throughout her first few months Kasiya had remained extremely secretive, having been taught of the horrors of the Jedi Scum. But she quickly grew to admire them, before attempting to emulate their various behaviors.

Throughout the next few years, Kasiya renamed herself, crafted a proper set of lightsabers, choosing twin guard shotos and eventually trained under the Jedi Temple Guards at the discretion of her masters. This path was chosen for her so that she wouldn't have to face Sith again and risk falling back into their old teachings. While most might have felt insulted by this, Kasiya chose to view the position as an honorable one, having been selected to protected the very hearts of the Jedi Order, the Jedi Temples.

She trained primarily on Dantooine under a strict woman who despised Kasiya due to her heritage, eventually stationing the young Keshiri on Lothal.
Kasiya was never the most skilled or most powerful of her peers, but she was practically revered by her brothers and sisters among the temple guards because of her childhood and how much she knew of the sith ways. In their eyes, she knew how they fought, how they thought, and how best to counter and defeat them. For the most part, very few Jedi ever seemed to hold her upbringing against her. At least, until the destruction of Tython.

When Tython fell, so too did Kasiya, even while she mourned the loss of so many, she was forced to do so alone because not one of her brothers or sisters would be seen with her. At one point she was even assaulted by one of her fellow Temple Guards that told her she would never be fit to protect the Jedi.
It was for this reason she was transferred to Onderon where she allowed herself to sink into her duties, letting the anonymity provided by her station to keep under the radar until some of the anger left over from Tython faded.​

Force Abilities​

Novice - Apprentice - Adept - Expert - Master
Telekinesis - Expert
Art of Movement - Master
Force Sense - Adept
Force Stealth - Adept
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Gear​

Twin Guard Shotos, aka Lightsaber Tonfa, burnt orange blades.
Lightsaber Pike, Yellow Blades
MZ-99 "Smack Down" Grenade x3
Two SA-17 "Mercy"
Jedi Modular Armor; Light Variant with the Nomex Cloak Image
Oceanspray Freighter​

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[Undine]

Narcelia Shade


"I will protect your shadow."
~ Theme Song ~​

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"Remember when I asked for your opinion? Yeah me neither."​

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Name: Narcelia Shade, aka Nar'C Shade
Codename: Silver
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Species: Nagai
Homeworld: Cato Neimoidia
Height: 174 CM
Weight: 58 KG
Eye Colour: Pale Grey
Hair Colour: Silver
Skin Tone: Slate Grey
Force Sensitive: No
Faction: Insurgency
Rank: Intelligencer

Personality​

~ Theme Song ~​

Jadded and a bit disinterested in the day to day flow of life, Narcelia personal philosophy pretty much amounts to telling people to kriff off. Being polite makes people want to talk to you, and Miss Shade doesn't have time for that. Cursed with an overwhelming sensation of numbness after the untimely death of her wife, Narcelia spends her time doing one of two things, chasing after the fleeting sensation of anything: pain, a really good high, emotion, passion, or simply the thrill of revenge before it all crashes down and she simply feels hollow all over again. The only thing that she allows to break this never ending cycle, or perhaps perpetuate it all, is her desire to watch the Empire crumble for the crimes it committed against her.

It's not about revenge, it's not about getting even, or the foolish notion of justice. Narcelia Shade fights against the Empire simply because they took the only thing from her life that she'd ever truly loved. She commits crimes such as murder, arson, domestic terrorism, and sabotage without a second thought so long as such crimes are committed against the Imperial scourge. Paired with a grudge against humans because of how her wife was murdered, had left Narcelia a bitter, cold, and cruel woman with nothing to do but hurt those that hurt her first.​

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Biography​

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~ Theme Song ~​

Narcelia lit a cigarette and looked across the metal table with her metallic gaze. She'd been brought to some sort of black site on Nubia. She knew they weren't Imperials the moment her interrogator stepped into the room. The woman questioning her told her about a rebellion of sorts going by the name Insurgency. She asked the Nagai woman how she'd ended up on Nubia, and why she had killed those two Imperial soldiers a few hours previously. "You want my life story? Kriff it. Guess I might as well get it over with then. I was born on Cato Neimoidia. My mother was some stupid young girl, around sixteen I think when she had me. She'd migrated from whatever backwards rock she grew up on. I never cared to ask to be honest, not that I ever really knew my mother. When I was four a Neimoidian woman took me in, older woman, all her kids were grown and long gone. I guess she's what I consider my mother, but I left the pathetic old nexu of a hag when I was fourteen." Narcelia put out her cigarette next to the ashtray, smearing the ash into the stainless steel metal, glaring at the woman across the table.

The interrogator broke the tension by asking her how many piercing she had, waiting for Narcelia to respond with the answer. She had thirty two on her face and ears, though she had a few much more interesting ones elsewhere, not that she was gonna mention those without at least dinner first. Rolling her eyes at the thought of bedding the human woman, Narcelia continued. "Took up with some pirates after that, mostly a group of Neimoidians. Traveled all over the Core, Outer Rim, and just about everywhere. I never felt much of a calling for space faring, but the different worlds were interesting. Most of them were just the same old different shades of trash, but there were a few nicer ones. Coruscant was big, bigger than anything I'd ever seen, but the first time I saw Alderaan I knew what I wanted from this life. To live on a world where cities came to an end and forests thrived. I was tired of the rust and smoke and chemicals, the crime and overpopulation found everywhere." Narcelia yawned, suprised she was so tired, perhaps the feeling she was about to be executed was having a calming effect on her. She was tired, her body ached in a way no amount of rest could cure. It would be nice to see her wife again, if there was anything to see after death.

The idiot across from her pressed the wrong issue, asking for more information about Narcelia's wife would not be a good way of getting the Nagai to cooperate with whatever these Insurgents were planning. Still, she saw no issue explaining her motives. "I met her on Naboo during a smuggling operation. Nautolan, to think I'd fall in love with a squid, I wonder what the Neimoidian hag would have thought of that.Her name was was like honey, she kissed like rain. She tamed my wild heart in a way I can only pray to remember for the rest of my days. Even now, after all this time I still wake up every morning and she's the first thing I reach out to. That's why I'm here, talking to you. Willing to join this so called Insurgency. You guys want to take down the Empire right? Just let me kill as many of them as i can get my hands on and I'll do whatever you want me to." The woman remained silent, grinning at Narcelia as she wrote down something on her little notepad.

After a few moments of silence, the human woman looked up again, this time wanting to know more about the exact nature of Nericelia's wife's death. Narcelia could feel the rage and pain of those memories rising up inside of her. This wasn't the place to have an emotional break down, but she couldn't help yelling across the table. "What happened? You mean me and the squid? Are you trying to get a rise out me? Fine. We married and settled down on Nubia. When the Republic fell and the Sith sweeped in there were riots. My wife was one of the protestors. They targeted her because she was an alien, Imperial bastards. They beat her in the street and when I tried to stop them they restrained me. What more do you want to make me remember? Because you didn't kill her, but your human, you'll never never know what it feels like when your kind look at us. How odd we look. How many legs will that one have or what sort of uncultured language will they speak. We're not here for your entertainment, we're people. Imperials embody ever stare, every slur, and every ounce of hatred your kind has for so called aliens like me." Nercelia spit at the woman, hitting her in the face. She didn't actually hate the woman for being human, but it allowed her to express her emotions without speaking about what exactly had happened. In truth, Narcelia had no words to describe in any detail the way it'd felt watching those Imperials beat her wife to death. It just wasn't something she could explain, and she wasn't interested in trying.​

Gear​

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