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Name: Valara Vasch
Faction: Sith Imperium
Rank: Acolyte
Species: Twi'lek
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Height: 6'2" (From Top of Lekku)
Weight: 125lbs
Eyes: Black w/Red Iris
Hair: Black Lekku (No Hair)
Skin: Red
Distinguishing Marks: Has A Scar Running N/S Over Her Left Eye
Force Sensitive: Yes
Merits
Str: ***
Dex: ****
Con: ****
IQ: ****
Wis: ***
Char: *
Force Powers
Telekinesis
Talents
Computers/Slicing: ***
Stealth/Recon: **
Diplomacy: ***
Mechanics: ****
Lightsaber Forms
None Yet
Strengths
Her ability to repair and learn quickly to repair mechanical objects (droids, ships, etc) . She enjoys tinkering with the mechanics as a way to escape the mundane trials of everyday life. Also she enjoys playing with or on computers and has learned to slice into computers and infiltrate computer security programs by building programs. She has the canny ability to decipher when someone is lying even without the use of the Force.
Weaknesses
Her main weakness is her short fuse/temper. She is quick to lash out with the tongue or her weapon before getting all the facts. She suffers from overconfidence. Because of this, she seems to put herself in situations that could have been avoided if she would have not allowed her temper to trump common sense
Gear
At the moment, she wears the black traditional robes and cloak of a Sith Acolyte. She wears black boots and black arm guards on both forearms. She also wears a black utility belt and on her face, she wears a white mask with a red slash that runs up and down over the left eye.
In her utility belt she carries a com link and a data pad.
Currently, she uses a low grade training saber.
Personality
She is a goal setter and will not stop at anything to achieve whatever goal she has set for herself. Because of this, some may find her to be somewhat self-centered. She never gives praise or credit when due and on the other side, she scoffs at those who attempt to give her credit or praise. She is not a loner but picks her conversations carefully.
Memoir
I do not know much about my family. My parents were killed when I was very young by pirates and I was sold into slavery. Mainly, sold into the service of a wicked and cruel Hutt, Dorgau, who seemed to despise me the moment he laid his eyes upon me. Since I was still a youngling, a slight bit over six(6), there was not much I could do. I saw what had become of the older females of my species upon my arrival and I shuddered at the sight of it. It haunted my dreams and preyed on my soul to know what my future had in store for me. Until then, I had been sent to work with the service droids bringing food and drinks to Dorgau's customers and business associates.
It was here that another Twi'lek, an older blue skinned male who was in charge of the service droids, me, and two other female Twi'leks, had taught us the language of the Hutts, Huttese, and Basic. He had told us that by learning such languages would give us an advantage when in the presences of my slave masters. What had become of that old man I never found out. Soon after his disappearance the position was filled by a scarred face and evil human female. She was brutal toward us whipping and hitting and putting us down with words as if she was trying to break what was left of our spirit and pride. Soon I began to grow to hate her and soon after, found ways to defy her. Sadly, she enjoyed beating me for my defiance.
It was one such beating that I acquired the scar over my left eye. I had just turned eight(8) and was celebrating with the other two Twi'lek girls. Now I never knew when my birthday was so I picked out a day and that was that. The mean lady came in and saw that we were having fun and laughing about. She walked over and demanded that we put a halt to our activities. I was furious. How dare she ruin the one day that was mine. So I lashed out at her without thinking. I grabbed a serving dish and hit her with it. She recovered quickly and knocked me to the floor. She ordered the two girls to leave us and when they did, she turned her anger on me. She pulled from inside her waist coat a small looking vibrodagger. I thought my life was over right there but I was going to fight her to the end. I was wrong. She grabbed me by my leku and slashed down with the weapon nearly blinding my left eye. I felt to the floor holding my face while blood trickled from behind my hands. That was the first time I knew I was different.
When she had left me to bleed, I unleashed my anger. I gripped one of the serving droids without touching it physically but with my mind and launched it into one of the far walls, smashing the droid to pieces and taking a nice chunk out of the wall. I wonder if that damage is still there today? Needless to say, punishment was forthcoming and another beating. Because I was uncontrollable, the mean lady petitioned to Dorgau to have me killed. Lucky for me, he did not wish to throw away credits since he paid alot of credits for me, so instead I was shipped out to work in one of his ore mines. I went from the frying pan into the fryer.
My time in the mines were worse than the time I spent as a serving girl. I was growing taller and meaner by the day and there was a rumour flying abound that I was cursed. Later I found out it was because of what I did to the serving droid. However, that worked to my advantage. Many of the miners wanted nothing to do with me which was fine. I noticed that I was able to move objects with my mind but never successfully and 'feel' things that I could not explain. When I was angry I seemed to grow more powerful but I did not understand how this was. I thought my life was getting better until the beatings began again.
I was now eleven(11) and found that those who where in charge of running the mines loved all girls, of every age. Of course they found out I would not be tamed and I found out their beatings where more harsh and severe. I was lying in my makeshift quarters being attended by one of the elder woman in the mines. My latest beating nearly killed me and I still bear the marks on my back from it. I knew that if I did not find a way out of this miserable life, I would have no life to live. I was eleven(11) and was approaching the age that I would be ripe for the picking by the Hutt's business associates, customers, and partners. But how would I escape and where would I go?
Both those questions had been answered. I was walking through the tunnels on my way to my job assignment when two older boys, both Biths, named Frick and Frack. That is the name I dubbed them for I never knew their names just their reputation. They were the resident bullies if the slave masters were not bad enough. They began to jeer and taunt me. My anger began to rise but I fought it and tried to ignore them. Then I felt a tingle in my mind and twirled around only to be hit in the face by a rock. The two boys began to laugh and my anger had taken over. I'm not really sure what I did but I will do my best to describe it.
With my anger rising to dangerous levels, a level I never felt before, I began to feel even more different. I hated my life, I hated the beatings, I hated what I had become, and I hated these two boys. I stared at them and before I knew, I felt some sort of energy erupt from me and the two boys where thrown against a wall. One of the boys seemed to be dazed while the other boy shook his head and rose to his feet. I began to walk slowly toward them. The one boy cursed at me and drew his fist back to punch me and I visualized choking him. Before my eyes I saw him grasp his throat as if he was choking but I found it was difficult for me, even in my fit of rage to hold onto him in such a way . I had became blinded by my anger and hatred and I continued to squeeze until I felt him die but his death was cruel and brutal for I struggled with whatever I was doing and it showed upon his face and in his eyes. I watched him collapse to the floor then turned my gaze to the other boy. His eyes stared at me, pleading with me, but I showed him no mercy. I took a sharp and jagged rock and attacked him. I hit and hit and hit him with the object until his face was bloody, bruised, and battered. When at last he was dead, I turned around to head back down the tunnel and saw several miners looking at me with horror. They all fled back the way they came and I knew I was going to be punished.
I began to cry and that was the last time I ever shed tears. I knew those miners would find one of the slave masters and I would be killed for my actions. Then out of nowhere, I felt a hand on my shoulder and when I spun around I saw the elderly woman, the one who always tended my wounds, looking at me. It appeared she understood what I did and she began to usher me the opposite way. We came to the loading bay where all the shipments of oar where placed in containers and loaded onto the ships. She convinced me to climb into one while nobody was looking and when I did, she bid me farewell and closed the lid. Moments later, sitting in the dark, I felt the container lifted. After some time, I felt a rumbling and I was unsure of what was going on. Slowly I fell into a deep sleep.
I awoke to hearing several voices and when my eyes opened up, I saw three individuals staring at me. One was dressed like the ship captains I saw back in the mines but the other two where dressed in all black. The two figures exchanged some words but I was to scared to hear what they had said then one of them reached out her hand to me. I stood ready to defend myself but found that I was feeling something from these two as if they were probing my mind and body. The female in black led me away from the ship and into some ancient looking structure. When she and I were alone, she began to ask me a series of questions about me and something called the Force. I answered her questions to the best of my abilities and soon discovered I was on some red planet and inside something she called a Temple or Academy.
She explained to me everything about what I did to the two boys and about my feelings of anger and hatred and fears that those were indeed powerful emotions but dangerous if I allowed those to dominate me, control me then I would suffer a worse fate than death itself. I told her about my life and all the hardships I endured and to my surprise she was both understanding and sympathetic which surprised me. All my life I had dealt with people who wanted to hurt me either through physical pain or emotional pain. I was at a lost for words.
The female then took me to a room where she left me for hours. When the doors opened up, a figure was standing in the shadows. When the figure spoke to me, she offered me a chance to make something of myself. I tried to reply but my throat was damaged from the fumes from the countless hours and days working in the Hutt's mines. So I nodded my head instead.
Soon I found myself admitted into the Sith Order but since I was concerned with what others thought of me when they gaze at my scarred face, I began to wear a mask. Later, as I grew up, I had a mask designed that not only covered my face but had cords and wires that were attached to my throat, or voice box. So when I spoke, even though it hurt to speak, my voice came out synthesized. I just turned sixteen (16) and my path was set before me. I just needed to reach out and take it.
Role-Plays
{Training} Opening My Eyes: Complete, {Training} Philosophy-Code-The Basics: In Progress
Faction: Sith Imperium
Rank: Acolyte
Species: Twi'lek
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Height: 6'2" (From Top of Lekku)
Weight: 125lbs
Eyes: Black w/Red Iris
Hair: Black Lekku (No Hair)
Skin: Red
Distinguishing Marks: Has A Scar Running N/S Over Her Left Eye
Force Sensitive: Yes
Merits
Str: ***
Dex: ****
Con: ****
IQ: ****
Wis: ***
Char: *
Force Powers
Telekinesis
Talents
Computers/Slicing: ***
Stealth/Recon: **
Diplomacy: ***
Mechanics: ****
Lightsaber Forms
None Yet
Strengths
Her ability to repair and learn quickly to repair mechanical objects (droids, ships, etc) . She enjoys tinkering with the mechanics as a way to escape the mundane trials of everyday life. Also she enjoys playing with or on computers and has learned to slice into computers and infiltrate computer security programs by building programs. She has the canny ability to decipher when someone is lying even without the use of the Force.
Weaknesses
Her main weakness is her short fuse/temper. She is quick to lash out with the tongue or her weapon before getting all the facts. She suffers from overconfidence. Because of this, she seems to put herself in situations that could have been avoided if she would have not allowed her temper to trump common sense
Gear
At the moment, she wears the black traditional robes and cloak of a Sith Acolyte. She wears black boots and black arm guards on both forearms. She also wears a black utility belt and on her face, she wears a white mask with a red slash that runs up and down over the left eye.
In her utility belt she carries a com link and a data pad.
Currently, she uses a low grade training saber.
Personality
She is a goal setter and will not stop at anything to achieve whatever goal she has set for herself. Because of this, some may find her to be somewhat self-centered. She never gives praise or credit when due and on the other side, she scoffs at those who attempt to give her credit or praise. She is not a loner but picks her conversations carefully.
Memoir
I do not know much about my family. My parents were killed when I was very young by pirates and I was sold into slavery. Mainly, sold into the service of a wicked and cruel Hutt, Dorgau, who seemed to despise me the moment he laid his eyes upon me. Since I was still a youngling, a slight bit over six(6), there was not much I could do. I saw what had become of the older females of my species upon my arrival and I shuddered at the sight of it. It haunted my dreams and preyed on my soul to know what my future had in store for me. Until then, I had been sent to work with the service droids bringing food and drinks to Dorgau's customers and business associates.
It was here that another Twi'lek, an older blue skinned male who was in charge of the service droids, me, and two other female Twi'leks, had taught us the language of the Hutts, Huttese, and Basic. He had told us that by learning such languages would give us an advantage when in the presences of my slave masters. What had become of that old man I never found out. Soon after his disappearance the position was filled by a scarred face and evil human female. She was brutal toward us whipping and hitting and putting us down with words as if she was trying to break what was left of our spirit and pride. Soon I began to grow to hate her and soon after, found ways to defy her. Sadly, she enjoyed beating me for my defiance.
It was one such beating that I acquired the scar over my left eye. I had just turned eight(8) and was celebrating with the other two Twi'lek girls. Now I never knew when my birthday was so I picked out a day and that was that. The mean lady came in and saw that we were having fun and laughing about. She walked over and demanded that we put a halt to our activities. I was furious. How dare she ruin the one day that was mine. So I lashed out at her without thinking. I grabbed a serving dish and hit her with it. She recovered quickly and knocked me to the floor. She ordered the two girls to leave us and when they did, she turned her anger on me. She pulled from inside her waist coat a small looking vibrodagger. I thought my life was over right there but I was going to fight her to the end. I was wrong. She grabbed me by my leku and slashed down with the weapon nearly blinding my left eye. I felt to the floor holding my face while blood trickled from behind my hands. That was the first time I knew I was different.
When she had left me to bleed, I unleashed my anger. I gripped one of the serving droids without touching it physically but with my mind and launched it into one of the far walls, smashing the droid to pieces and taking a nice chunk out of the wall. I wonder if that damage is still there today? Needless to say, punishment was forthcoming and another beating. Because I was uncontrollable, the mean lady petitioned to Dorgau to have me killed. Lucky for me, he did not wish to throw away credits since he paid alot of credits for me, so instead I was shipped out to work in one of his ore mines. I went from the frying pan into the fryer.
My time in the mines were worse than the time I spent as a serving girl. I was growing taller and meaner by the day and there was a rumour flying abound that I was cursed. Later I found out it was because of what I did to the serving droid. However, that worked to my advantage. Many of the miners wanted nothing to do with me which was fine. I noticed that I was able to move objects with my mind but never successfully and 'feel' things that I could not explain. When I was angry I seemed to grow more powerful but I did not understand how this was. I thought my life was getting better until the beatings began again.
I was now eleven(11) and found that those who where in charge of running the mines loved all girls, of every age. Of course they found out I would not be tamed and I found out their beatings where more harsh and severe. I was lying in my makeshift quarters being attended by one of the elder woman in the mines. My latest beating nearly killed me and I still bear the marks on my back from it. I knew that if I did not find a way out of this miserable life, I would have no life to live. I was eleven(11) and was approaching the age that I would be ripe for the picking by the Hutt's business associates, customers, and partners. But how would I escape and where would I go?
Both those questions had been answered. I was walking through the tunnels on my way to my job assignment when two older boys, both Biths, named Frick and Frack. That is the name I dubbed them for I never knew their names just their reputation. They were the resident bullies if the slave masters were not bad enough. They began to jeer and taunt me. My anger began to rise but I fought it and tried to ignore them. Then I felt a tingle in my mind and twirled around only to be hit in the face by a rock. The two boys began to laugh and my anger had taken over. I'm not really sure what I did but I will do my best to describe it.
With my anger rising to dangerous levels, a level I never felt before, I began to feel even more different. I hated my life, I hated the beatings, I hated what I had become, and I hated these two boys. I stared at them and before I knew, I felt some sort of energy erupt from me and the two boys where thrown against a wall. One of the boys seemed to be dazed while the other boy shook his head and rose to his feet. I began to walk slowly toward them. The one boy cursed at me and drew his fist back to punch me and I visualized choking him. Before my eyes I saw him grasp his throat as if he was choking but I found it was difficult for me, even in my fit of rage to hold onto him in such a way . I had became blinded by my anger and hatred and I continued to squeeze until I felt him die but his death was cruel and brutal for I struggled with whatever I was doing and it showed upon his face and in his eyes. I watched him collapse to the floor then turned my gaze to the other boy. His eyes stared at me, pleading with me, but I showed him no mercy. I took a sharp and jagged rock and attacked him. I hit and hit and hit him with the object until his face was bloody, bruised, and battered. When at last he was dead, I turned around to head back down the tunnel and saw several miners looking at me with horror. They all fled back the way they came and I knew I was going to be punished.
I began to cry and that was the last time I ever shed tears. I knew those miners would find one of the slave masters and I would be killed for my actions. Then out of nowhere, I felt a hand on my shoulder and when I spun around I saw the elderly woman, the one who always tended my wounds, looking at me. It appeared she understood what I did and she began to usher me the opposite way. We came to the loading bay where all the shipments of oar where placed in containers and loaded onto the ships. She convinced me to climb into one while nobody was looking and when I did, she bid me farewell and closed the lid. Moments later, sitting in the dark, I felt the container lifted. After some time, I felt a rumbling and I was unsure of what was going on. Slowly I fell into a deep sleep.
I awoke to hearing several voices and when my eyes opened up, I saw three individuals staring at me. One was dressed like the ship captains I saw back in the mines but the other two where dressed in all black. The two figures exchanged some words but I was to scared to hear what they had said then one of them reached out her hand to me. I stood ready to defend myself but found that I was feeling something from these two as if they were probing my mind and body. The female in black led me away from the ship and into some ancient looking structure. When she and I were alone, she began to ask me a series of questions about me and something called the Force. I answered her questions to the best of my abilities and soon discovered I was on some red planet and inside something she called a Temple or Academy.
She explained to me everything about what I did to the two boys and about my feelings of anger and hatred and fears that those were indeed powerful emotions but dangerous if I allowed those to dominate me, control me then I would suffer a worse fate than death itself. I told her about my life and all the hardships I endured and to my surprise she was both understanding and sympathetic which surprised me. All my life I had dealt with people who wanted to hurt me either through physical pain or emotional pain. I was at a lost for words.
The female then took me to a room where she left me for hours. When the doors opened up, a figure was standing in the shadows. When the figure spoke to me, she offered me a chance to make something of myself. I tried to reply but my throat was damaged from the fumes from the countless hours and days working in the Hutt's mines. So I nodded my head instead.
Soon I found myself admitted into the Sith Order but since I was concerned with what others thought of me when they gaze at my scarred face, I began to wear a mask. Later, as I grew up, I had a mask designed that not only covered my face but had cords and wires that were attached to my throat, or voice box. So when I spoke, even though it hurt to speak, my voice came out synthesized. I just turned sixteen (16) and my path was set before me. I just needed to reach out and take it.
Role-Plays
{Training} Opening My Eyes: Complete, {Training} Philosophy-Code-The Basics: In Progress
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