"Better it is to have a lower position in life and be free than to have a position of power only to be subject to the will of another." ~The Saga of Olaf Haraldsson
Background
Hoth is a damned, cold place to grow up for a child yet the harshness does beget harshness in return. In youth, a scarcity of resources was encouraged to promote and reward those bold enough to claim what they thought was rightfully theirs at the expense of others. Similarly important to honor was family and by extension the clan of Frosted Helm although in general, most Deucalians would respect the other clans within reason. A burning desire for greatness and the wish to eclipse the generations heroes past in deeds and valor drove the young boy into the heavens. Initially, he would serve in non-combat roles in assistance to the clan such as a lookout or perhaps a messenger. Undeterred by the seemingly insignificant positions afforded him, he took great pride in his service and would eventually be granted permission to raid alongside his older brother.
His family life had been picturesque from what he would recall, his parents were happily married and had numerous children but he could not understand why his parents chose to remain on Hoth rather than adventure and plunder with the fleet as he intended to do. For many years he had attempted to pry from his parents their reasoning for their dull and mundane lifestyle choice but to no avail. Still, at least he could rely on his other brother Ulfric to share his dreams of joining the stars and exploring the great unknown.
Countless years of pillaging and raiding has wrought the telling scars of past battles across his body, most prominently his back where he was struck down in combat. Were it not for the heavy toll his opponent had been given moments prior, this moment may have been the last that Ivar had witnessed. Gracious in victory, Ivar thanked the Gods for his success and watched as the life departed the body that lay slumped only meters away.
Personality
Ivar appears to project a cold ruthless persona about him but his heart is as big as Jörðineyðir. He often misplaces his trust in those who are unreliable however he remains steadfast in seeing the good nature in all peoples. He cares for those who are close to him and adheres to a personal honor system.
Loyalty remains a favored value of his whereby he protects his family and those he cares for amongst his peoples and clan. He will attempt to mediate rather than striking the first blow but is not hesitant to use his weapon if it came to that point. He considers those who are willing to fight alongside him, are worth dying for.
He desires to uphold the traditions of his ancestors for he believes that they may one day return home and reclaim their now barren planet although he is not sure how.
Born into a wealthy criminal family on Nal Hutta, Jubba enjoyed a life of luxury and extravagance at the expense of others as is expected in the Hutt hierarchy of suffering. The troubled youth spent his early years learning the family trade but as the youngest, opportunities were always being limited by his more ambitious siblings who excelled ahead. Tensions were inevitable when he befriended a favorite human slave of his fathers and set in motion a plan to free her which would ultimately fail. His flawless plan fell to pieces as his older brother, the heir to the magnate's empire would discover them mid-plot and attempted to blackmail the pair. Fearing the terrible punishment that would befall her, the now freed slave girl betrayed Jubba and sought the protection of the more dominant Hutt. Kliffraa Grolraash, now his brother and captor would relish the chance to remove competition and sent his brother off world away from their enterprises with the nickname Jubba the Mutt. Jubba quickly realized his brothers plan to dispose of him in some backwater planet and managed to bribe his captor's feeble crew into faking his death and leaving him live in solitude on the desolate world.
Following some time in isolation, he began to live off the land and discovered the force for the first time himself. Still young by Hutt standards he struggled to make much sense of it until his salvation arrived in the form of a wandering Jedi Knight named Dovat Navux encountered him in his travels. Although the small Hutt was an unlikely candidate to ever become a true Jedi Knight due to his physical limitations, his desperation and lack of other options had pressed Jubba into persuading the Knight to assist him. Dovat would come to acknowledge that the Hutt was force sensitive and that it would be unlikely he could pass the trials, his compassion after hearing the Hutt's story persuaded him to at least take him as far as the nearest Jedi temple.
An unlikely hero indeed as Jubba spent years pleading his case to join the Jedi ranks as a padawan and only through the encouragement and support of his friend Dovat Navux, now a Jedi Master, was he accepted and placed under his tutelage. The reluctance of the Jedi had unbeknown to him been broken by the outbreak of the civil war that had begun in earnest. Luck and cynicism of his capabilities would see Jubba largely avoid being personally involved and he was sometimes left on his own when his master was called away on missions he longed to join until one-day Dovat didn't return. Lost without his one true friend and companion he contemplated abandoning the order and disappearing into the unknown, never to be heard from again but his journey was rekindled by a stranger from the war. A broken, disfigured Jedi Knight named Reeve Rethera was sent from the front lines due to her injuries and found herself in what she considered babysitting duty as she had been asked to finish Jubba's "training" while she recovered although she never would.
100 years would pass by in the blink of an eye for the Hutt since he was discovered by his first friend and the tragedy of Illum would present a unique opportunity for him in that the ranks of the Jedi had been further reduced to the point where even he could find a place within the order. Having already completed all the trials required of the knighthood with the exception of skill owing again to his physical limitations. Despite this, he was awarded the rank he had dreamed of owing to his talent with a saber and adequate mastery of the force he was finally ready.
A giant slug but with a lightsaber
A calm and caluclated personality, with the ability to somewhat rely on his martial skills to keep him alive he would prefer using his head to avoid trouble in the first place. His upbringing has given him an adversion to criminal activity and in particular slavery and he will actively seek to liberate any he encounters. His personality is friendly but the years of doubt in his ability has caused him to push himself harder to prove the others wrong.
Victoria was born on the Republic planet of Nubia to a modestly wealthy industrial family. While she was happily pampered with anything a young girl might desire, Victoria was never satisfied with what she had. Her parents spent heavily trying to keep her occupied and in schooling but that only made her more distant with her parents and put the young lady on a dark path. It wasn't long before she was stealing things that she could easily afford, simply because she wanted them and didn't care for the consequences as her parents were more than willing to help cover her tracks.
Shortly after her twentieth birthday, Victoria was involved in a heist gone wrong where one of the hostages attempted to wrestle the gun from her. Fear took over and Victoria found herself soon caught facing trial for both murder and attempted robbery which was something even her parents would struggle to keep quiet. The day before her trial she was able to use her family's goodwill against them as they inadvertently helped break her out of jail before she fled the planet looking for somewhere to lay low.
It was only a matter of time before a person with her talents was picked up by the Cartel.
Skelgok Xierius was born on the Hutt homeworld of Nal Hutta living mostly in obscurity for most off his life. His early years took place during a dangerous time for many crime lords and the Hutts were severely pushed back from their previously dominant position on the galactic stage. The ever-changing political scene sent the young Hutt's family into a more passive existence, choosing to forgo mass profits in preference of survival.
Skelgok valued the survival skills that he had picked up along the way but the tepid lifestyle had over time begun to make him resent the family's decision to essentially exile themselves. With a plethora of resources available to them, the times had been great but now a century of inaction had worn down both their coffers and patience. Like a rodent backed into a corner, Skelgok decided that it was in his own interest to return to the public eye and rebuild a bankrupt legacy from scratch despite what his parents might wish.
He is a keen negotiator and will attempt to turn any situation to best serve his own personal interests, although he is willing to work with outsiders if it ultimately works toward the end goal. Somewhat reserved, he will initially be hesitant to take risks in situations that are not significantly in his favour.
Skelgok is not force sensitive. Due to his size and mass, physical combat would shy quite far from finesse and rely rather heavily on pure brute force if required.
For combat scenarios, he wore no armor. He utilized a A280C Blaster Rifle (with one additional power pack) and a Glie-44 Blaster Pistol (with two additional power packs)
Xor was confident that he had won their short little spar which is why stupidly, he let his guard down as Abi went for her little trickery and force kick. With two swift movements, she removed the saber from his hand as it bounced away a short distance stopping just a little out of reach. Now defenseless, Xor found himself pinned as she dropped on top of him with her thighs tightly gripping his waist and legs behind her, holding his in place.
By now Xor had mostly regained his breath and composure as they sat there looking at each other, each now having 'won' in a way. If he had a dagger or blaster in his offhand he could have made an attempt on her now but both his primary and secondary weapons were just outside his reach. Not that he could probably call them to him before her sword would be at his throat, however, he was a natural brawler and unarmed combat was just as fun.
The only thing he could think of doing in his current situation would be to immediately try and sit up to grapple onto her arms while simultaneously pushing up with his legs and hips in an effort to throw her off balance to her right. If he could knock her to one side while grappling, he would then attempt to roll over onto her and reverse the situation with her the one being pinned down beneath him.
Her legs would still be wrapped around his but if he could keep her shoulders on the ground, then it would mean he finally had her, as their eyes locked.
Xor was confident that he had won their short little spar which is why stupidly, he let his guard down as Abi went for her little trickery and force kick. With two swift movements, she removed the saber from his hand as it bounced away a short distance stopping just a little out of reach. Now defenseless, Xor found himself pinned as she dropped on top of him with her thighs tightly gripping his waist and legs behind her, holding his in place.
By now Xor had mostly regained his breath and composure as they sat there looking at each other, each now having 'won' in a way. If he had a dagger or blaster in his offhand he could have made an attempt on her now but both his primary and secondary weapons were just outside his reach. Not that he could probably call them to him before her sword would be at his throat, however, he was a natural brawler and unarmed combat was just as fun.
The only thing he could think of doing in his current situation would be to immediately try and sit up to grapple onto her arms while simultaneously pushing up with his legs and hips in an effort to throw her off balance to her right. If he could knock her to one side while grappling, he would then attempt to roll over onto her and reverse the situation with her the one being pinned down beneath him.
Her legs would still be wrapped around his but if he could keep her shoulders on the ground, then it would mean he finally had her, as their eyes locked.
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Xor was confident that he had won their short little spar which is why stupidly, he let his guard down as Abi went for her little trickery and force kick. With two swift movements, she removed the saber from his hand as it bounced away a short distance stopping just a little out of reach. Now defenseless, Xor found himself pinned as she dropped on top of him with her thighs tightly gripping his waist and legs behind her, holding his in place.
By now Xor had mostly regained his breath and composure as they sat there looking at each other, each now having 'won' in a way. If he had a dagger or blaster in his offhand he could have made an attempt on her now but both his primary and secondary weapons were just outside his reach. Not that he could probably call them to him before her sword would be at his throat, however, he was a natural brawler and unarmed combat was just as fun.
The only thing he could think of doing in his current situation would be to immediately try and sit up to grapple onto her arms while simultaneously pushing up with his legs and hips in an effort to throw her off balance to her right. If he could knock her to one side while grappling, he would then attempt to roll over onto her and reverse the situation with her the one being pinned down beneath him.
Her legs would still be wrapped around his but if he could keep her shoulders on the ground, then it would mean he finally had her, as their eyes locked.
Ivar shifted uneasily in the soft snow, the group was large and likely better armed than he was if they were indeed from off-world. Recent events had devastated the Deucalian peoples and had damaged what little trade that Hoth was able to manage. It would be some time before they would recover properly, if at all on this terrible planet.
" Ég bý hér hálfviti...uh h unting great beasts, many sizes bigger than you."
The gap now closed, Ivar walked confidently with his axe drawn in his right hand and spear in his left to within three meters of the leader of the party. His stance suggested he was prepared to strike if provoked but otherwise he would remain still.
"Sith gera mörg skip falla.. There are many wrecks such as you say, what is yours?"
Alexandra was born the youngest daughter of the powerful and noble house Thul-Drast on Alderaan affording her the best education and starting position in life. As a young girl, Alex was shunned from spending time with people outside the family's social standing despite her pleadings to the contrary. With time her mother relented to some degree giving the girl opportunities to serve the house in a diplomatic or charitable role.
Alex's mother Meera could see that her daughter had a kind heart but over time became increasingly worried for the young girl, should her kindness ever be destroyed in the big wide galaxy afar. To ensure that her little girl would be capable of handling herself, Alex was enrolled in the Imperial Academy on Coruscant to both gain a martial cadence but to also master the kindling force that existed within her.
The Academy was a large wake-up call for Alex but she proved to be an adept student in both the sword and force play, although not quite mastering either yet. Through both the family connections and where her talents lay, Alex maneuvered into the Imperial intelligence field which would allow frequent travel incognito and away from prying eyes.
Alexandra is a woman who is yet to make a name for herself but is always striving to improve. Her family is something that she holds dear but often finds herself wondering where she fits into the larger picture as but one small cog in the wheel. The wonders of the galaxy have drawn the young woman up and out of the intricate political world that she was born into on Alderaan.
Alex loves and adores the common folk, often avoiding formal engagements to slip out and hide amongst them to fit in and escape the boring requirements that are thrust upon her by both her name and family status. As she is the youngest daughter, she is not expected to play a significant role in the family and thus Alex desires to forge something for herself of her own accord.
Torsten was born on Ando Prime like many Deucalians and his family, destitute with but a small patch of arable farmland, grew to intimately know poverty. For many years the young boy was fascinated by the old tales and fables his grandmother would speak over the flame pit, stories of heroism and wonder as the heroes slew mighty beasts and explored the vast unknown without fear. These tales would remain with Torsten all his life and bring his young self into mortal danger later on as he fought to feed his family.
His father Ivar Sigridsson bore three sons and a daughter before succumbing to a battle wound that saw his weapon hand amputated. The veteran warrior of many raids now felt dejected and lost without the thrill of battle and spent the rest of his seasons tending to what little crops he could grow to support his family. His father became an inspiring figure in Torsten's life which upon he drew both his courage and fearlessness which often got the boy into trouble with his mother.
One particularly bad Summer led to the family crops being unable to support the six of them with any hope of surviving the terrifying Winter months. As the oldest son, Torsten couldn't help but feel that he alone could solve his families dire need by joining a late Summers raid at the age of 14 despite his father's disapproval due to his age. Taking upon himself to provide for his family where Ivar couldn't, Torsten took to space as well as any valiant fourteen-year-old Deucalian could and shortly thereafter proved himself in battle numerous times.
Upon returning home with his hard-earned loot some months later, he found his family alive but barely holding on with the resources left behind. What he had been able to take in the raids would be enough for the family to last through the Winter but alas Torsten had found the void calling for him to return before too long.
Having now earned his fathers appreciation, Torsten vowed to return home a man worthy of his father's respect as both a warrior and a Deucalian while still sending home whatever he could to help his family along. One day perhaps tales would be spoken of by grandmothers inspiring their grandchildren of the deeds and adventures of Torsten Ivarsson.
Torsten is a hardy man who has seen both the poverty and decline of his people who have been left to wither and destroy themselves on Ando Prime and feels compelled to do something about it. He feels that his abilities have never truly been tested and that luck and the gods have mostly brought him thus far to where he is.
He believes in his own personal honor system and is not afraid to confront those who he feels are wrong. His loyalty is primarily to his family and companions but feels an only loose connection to the Deucalian clans of old. A prophecy was foretold to him on the sixteenth birthday that he has held close to his heart, in that his death would arrive early should he continue the path that he sought.
Sukhoi grew up with simple means in a small village on Naboo. At a young age it was discovered that the boy was special; being attuned well with the force and all of the mystical treatments that came with it. In order to fully understand this new path before him, the boy spent weeks begging his family to permit him to leave and then live with the other tribal Gungan Shaman and learn their ways.
Bewildering his tutors, Sukhoi quickly proved to be adept at mastering the initial aspects of the force and he jetted through his practical testing. What held him back from passing was his inability to comprehend why he was able to do what he could, failing the written and oral aspects of his studies. The boy was literate but he grew frustrated with his tutor's insistence on forcing him to learn about something that came naturally to him.
Frequently Sukhoi would sneak away into nature and meditate by himself to prevent these feelings from overwhelming him which would undoubtedly end up with his own removal from the training.
With the arrival of the rebels on Naboo, Sukhoi took the opportunity to scram and intercept a member of the rebel alliance before offering his own commitment to something bigger. For reasons he couldn't quite grasp, Sukhoi felt grounded on Naboo and saw the alliance as a way to soar above and find new atmospheres for his own personal development.
Sukhoi has an inquisitive personality and is quite friendly to strangers. His interests lie in all things flight which can be unfortunate if the task at hand requires him to remain focused, as his mind may wander quickly. Not completely understanding how the force works, he has come to naturally assume that it works because he wants it to.
He likes to fix things whether they are people, objects or starfighters. While he may not always be the right person for the job, he will try to do his best no matter how the odds are stacked against him or his buddies.
Custom designed by Caelian, this set of robes were made to be worn during his official duties as a Sith Champion - offering the best protection possible while avoiding limiting manoverability.
The robes are woven from blended durasilks with a complete armorweave underlay - utilizing high-quality materials while not compromising on protection from shrapnel and other unpowered weaponry. They are fitted with a segmented, armorplast cuirass over the chest and abdomen - as well as additional plating on the lower legs - for ablation, and with the capacity to be replaced when needed. Durasteel vambraces protect the tops of the hands and forearms, while plain leather gloves cover the hands. A utility belt is typically worn with the robes.
The accompanying half-cape is woven from the same material and provide no more protection than a cloth would.
LEGALITY
Legal. There is nothing inherently illegal about the robes, and they are inconspicuous enough that they are unlikely to draw attention.
INTENT
To create an armor write-up for the robes used by Caelian.
RESTRICTIONS
These robes are custom-made and not to be used by others.
Type and Coverage
Type: Light Armor
Coverage: (Coverage regions for Light armor is 1-3 regions, Medium is 4-5, Heavy is 6-7)
Head: N/A
Torso: The entirety of Caelian's torso is covered with segmented armorplast plates, with an armorweave underlay
Back: Armorweave underlay
Upper Arms: Armorweave underlay
Lower Arms: Durasteel vambraces over top of hands, wrists and forearms.
Upper Legs: Armorweave underay
Lower Legs: The entirety of Caelian's lower legs (beneath the knees) are covered in segmented armorplast plates, with an armorweave underlay
Functions
Function 1: Armorweave Underlay
Most often in the form of a heavy cape, pants, or underlay beneath armor, armor weave provides some protection against the penetrating effects of shrapnel from explosives and other unpowered high velocity impacts, with only a small amount of bleed through damage (bruising or very minor wounds). It offers no protection against kinetic impact or energy, vibroweapons, or similar "powered" weapons. Having more than one accessory (example: Cape + underweave) provides no additional effect.
Caelian was born on the Echani homeworld of Eshan and enjoyed a modest lifestyle as a child of a respected family. While many young Echani learned of the numerous and heroic tales of their ancestors, Caelian found himself drawn to the ancient myths and legends of the great Jedi-Sith wars and their many participants. While not the most popular child, he found it easy to strike up conversations and would often enter lengthy debates with children about who was the most admirable fighter the universe had ever seen. Caelian defended, often alone, the position that a great warrior was one who could win battles with both word and sword and did not rely just on martial ability. Often again, these debates were settled by a good old-fashioned school yard brawl.
His sensitivity was noticed at a young age by his parents they attempted to keep this hidden from the world at large, lest, they feared, he would draw the attention of the powers at be. This frustrated the young boy immensely, as he continued to explore aspects of the force that came naturally to him, but without a formal teacher, he feared that he would soon find his limit. After explicitly being forbidden from pursuing the matter further by his parents, Caelian felt that he had no choice but to seek out his own destiny, away from the stranglehold of his parents. Perhaps, he pondered, that if he could master his new-found abilities and prove himself to others, his parents would, too, would come to accept this part of him.
Time passed quickly after Caelian found himself mixing with Sith and then their academy. The years of training honed and enhanced his capabilities beyond anything that his younger self could ever imagine. Gone were the days of struggling to move a fork around his plate, now he trained as a fully fledged Sith - finally earning the right to call himself a Sith Champion. A path once hidden began to open, the question remained whether he would be strong enough to stick to it.
Personality and traits He is a budding negotiator and will attempt to turn any situation to best serve his own personal interests, although he is willing to work with outsiders if it ultimately works toward the end goal. Caelian has an admiration of physical prowess and other demonstrations of skill, although philosopher warriors carry greater still weight in his mind. While quick to judge, he can just as easily find common ground if the situation calls for it.
Powers and abilities Caelian is force sensitive and has decent training in lightsaber combat and equivalent force powers.
Equipment and assets Caelian has a crimson dual phase lightsaber and basic blaster pistols. Generic Sith armor and a generic ship.
AGE
► 24 SPECIES
► Human HEIGHT
► 5'6" WEIGHT
► 140lb EYE COLOR
► Arctic Blue HAIR COLOR
► Whitish blonde HOMEWORLD
► Gannaria GENDER
► Female FACTION
► Free World Alliance RANK
► Senator FORCE SENSITIVITY
► No
BIOGRAPHY
Victoria spent her early years enjoying life with her parents and three younger siblings. Their family operated a small business offering mechanical assistance to the local spaceport. At a young age Victoria found the hard work rewarding and enjoyable, but mostly because she got to spend all day with her family.
Growing up Victoria often found herself siding against bullies, often to her own detriment, and standing up against injustice. The otherwise dull life in Gannaria led the relatively poor girl toward both drink and gambling. These vices would continue to haunt her for many years to come, although sometimes the thrill of it all would help Victoria find comfort. For many reasons, both honest and not, Victoria decided that her path lay with politics. This would set her on a course to be elected to the Senate representing Gannaria for the Free World's Alliance.
Personality
Victoria is a confident woman with a flair for misadventure. While she can be passionate, kind and cooperative, Victoria is still struggling with feeling out of place. She often trusts her gut feelings and is held back by her vices.
Skills
Victoria is a talented Jack of all trades but a master of none. Of particular note she is mechanically minded and is handy with many forms of technology. Victoria is a bit of a brawler and has spent many hours at the shooting range. Her charm and diplomatic speak is still in progress but she does her best.
Sigtryggr hold about his appearance in high regard
Combat
Trained from a young age amongst his close knit family, he gained proficency in both hand to hand combat and blasters.
Adventurer
Siggy thrives on adventure and will often place himself into difficult situations in order to test his ability to survive them.
Storyteller
The Thorite clan has a long tradition of encouraging members to recite their family history from memory, this has led to many generations of fantastical stories being spread.
Force
Siggy is unaware that he is force sensitive.
The Last Deucalian
Deucalian's are far and few between following their historic losses to the Sith in centuries past, the last pockets of survivors fled into the galaxy and have all but been extinquished.
Aquila has a gentle heart and tries to see the best in everyone, even if they can't see it themselves.
Skills
Aquila is building her confidence for a fight, but still has a way to go. Her interests lay in developing her skill in force healing and animal bonds, over time gaining in ability.
Generous
Aquila barely keeps any material possessions, instead choosing to find a way to help others with whatever she has acquired. She is perfectly willing to go hungry if there is rationing to be had.
Bookworm
Aquila is often found among piles of old books and holoscreens reading all types of fiction, action and adventure, horror and comedy in particular.
Blissful youth
Aquila has yet to see any real combat and has an idealised view of how such things work from the books that she has read.
Wayward Hapan
Aquila was born of Hapan but was left to the Jedi at a young age, spending the majority of her life within the Jedi Order.
The Plaque of Victory, as it became known, was originally discovered 3284 BBY on the planet Aaris III in the Kathol sector of the Outer Rim. At first glance, the object appears for the most part harmless, however within its metallic exterior lay a long dormant entity that would begin to feed on the life-force and emotions of any being that came into contact with it. Extended periods of contact would often result in the unprepared being gradually psychically manipulated by their own darker impulses, their control weakening and becoming more prone to acting upon them.
It was almost inevitable that those in closest contact would find themselves feeling empowered by the artifact, although in truth it was merely the unburdening of their darkest desires and enticing their willingness to achieve it that gave rise to this sense of unbridled power.
Location
The exact location of the plaque is unknown, however, it was last seen in the vicinity of the planet Aaris III.
Age. 19 years Species. Orcolan† Gender. Male Faction. Jedi Order Rank. Jedi Knight Homeworld. Orsimer Prime† Height. 7'0'' Weight. 280 lbs Skin color. Light umber green Hair color. Russet brown Eye color. Blue FS? Trained
...B I O G R A P H Y
Rahman was born on Orismer Prime and was raised for several years by his family. As a youngling he grew up in a tough environment that was well suited to teaching life lessons where the strong thrive and the weak suffer and die. It was at this age that the young orcolan found himself coming home with cuts and bruises, much to his parent's frustration, as he would often intervene and put himself between the danger and those in need.
He developed a particular affinity to nature and would normally accept the natural order of things, but would sometimes step in to provide a helping hand when he would encounter an injured or trapped creature.
It was these instincts that drew him towards the Jedi Order, not long after discovering his own force sensitivity. While they weren't entirely happy to lose their young son, his parents came to accept his decision after seeing how determined he was to do so and would grant their blessing.
Animal Bond Rahman has spent considerable time with creatures of all kinds and prides himself in being able to quickly connect with them through the force. With time, he hopes to become an expert in this field of study and teach others its art.
Diplomatic
Truth be told, while Rahman is just as happy to fight it out when the need calls for it, he is also content to settle the matter verbally. He might find animals easier to deal with than a sentient being but that won't stop him trying to help out wherever he can.
The Force.
Rahman is a trained force user. x
Physical prowess. Rahman is one tough dude with a physique to match. As capable with his body as he might be with the force or lightsaber. x
AGE
► 16 SPECIES
► Sith Pureblood HEIGHT
► 5'7" WEIGHT
► 130 lbs SKIN COLOR
► Crimson EYE COLOR
► Opal white BIRTHPLACE
► Korriban GENDER
► Female FACTION
► Sith Empire RANK
► Acolyte FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Yes STATUS
► Alive
B I O G R A P H Y
Raised in a small, isolated tribe on Korriban Cyutadakyr was the younger of two twins. The rampant competition was constantly encouraged between the siblings as both resources and attention were sparse. From a young age, Cyu would spend her time interrupting, disturbing, or otherwise plotting against her older brother. Initially, these events were relatively harmless pranks with the aim of gaining their parent's approval as little often as that was given, never once did she see her father smile as a child.
In her early teens, the harmless pranks turned into dangerous schemes often with physical or mental consequences. In one of her nocturnal adventures, she had overheard her parents discussing the increasing difficulty of managing the resources to raise two children coming into their early adulthood. Being the smaller and weaker of the two, she knew in her heart that the likelihood of overpowering her brother in a straight fight, with their limited training, would be against her.
To ensure her victory, Cyu concocted an elaborate scheme to take advantage of her best talents. Each night sneaking into her brother's room and laying her hand against his flesh, feeding on his life force with just enough pull to weaken him ever so slightly. As time went by, she found her handiwork paying off as her brother began to wither in place. It didn't take long for her parents to notice the unsuitability that her brother presented, as a weak heir would not inherit the family name.
Of course, for all her skill and stealth, she was not able to avoid her brother's suspicions forever with him feigning sleep one night. Springing to life as she started her nightly routine, her brother jolted into action and lunged toward her with a concealed knife. In his weakened state Cyu was much too fast for him and she quickly avoided the blade, cackling in delight as her plan worked better than intended.
After a brief but violent struggle, their parents entered the room to find her standing over her now lifeless twin's body, bloody knife in hand. At last, her father smiled. She had proven herself strong enough to take what was due and claim the rights that belonged to her as the family heir. Though the family might be able to support just a single child, her father had long dreamed that one day their kind would someday rise again and rule Korriban as they once did millennia ago.
In order to achieve such a dream, his sacrifice would be the loss of both of his children. One to the pyre and the other to the Sith Order. Though grieved, her success would be the success of all their people and for that, he would gladly do his part.
AGE
► 23 SPECIES
► Human HEIGHT
► 5'8" WEIGHT
► 170 lbs SKIN COLOR
► Tanned EYE COLOR
► Blue BIRTHPLACE
► Onderon GENDER
► Female FACTION
► Free World Alliance RANK
► Lieutenant FORCE SENSITIVITY
► No STATUS
► Alive
B I O G R A P H Y
Surzi is here to kick ass and chew bubblegum, and she's all out of bubblegum.