Sith Order Zylah Nightblade

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Biographical Information

Homeworld
Parentage
Age
Coruscant
Unknown
Twenty


Physical Description

Species
Gender
Height
Weight
Hair Color
Eye Color
Skin Color
Human
Female
5'10" (1.778m)
155 lbs (70.307kg)
Silver
Turquoise
Porcelain


Chronological & Political Information

Affiliation(s)

Resides
Status
·The Sith Eternal
__· Legionnaire Assassin

Sith Eternal Temple
Alive
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Zylah Nightblade

Excerpt · Biography · Personality · Appearance · Skills & Abilities · Equipment

Zylah was born a lowly child in the deepest levels of Coruscant's Undercity, living in absolute destitution and poverty. Her parents were unceremoniously murdered one fateful night by Seekers of the Sith Eternal, with the infant Zylah carried back to their insidious masters as a trophy due to her Force Sensitivity. Since then she has been raised in a brutal fashion, molded by violence and Dark Side ideology into a deadly assassin with little compassion in her black heart.

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Biography

Zylah was born unknown parents in the lowest levels of Coruscant’s Undercity. A horrid labyrinth of squalor, destitution, and poverty, buried deep far away from even natural sunlight and clean air. Her father, a salvager that made a living slicing apart the upper level’s trash and selling off precious metals, and her mother a serving girl at a bar run by one of the many local gangs. Zylah was born in the year 115 ABY, with great difficulty on her mother’s part, as the family lacked money for medicine or the ability to visit anything resembling a hospital.

The girl was born small and sickly, too frail to even hardly cry. Her father redoubled his efforts at the salvage pits, trying his hardest to create a better life for his family. Zylah’s mother recovered in time, and with that her daughter too began to regain some of the strength an infant her age should possess. For a brief moment, it seemed there was a small spark illuminating a brighter tomorrow. But alas, the galaxy is cruel, and fate is often unkind. These moments of joy would not last.

One day they came, assailants of unknown origin, moving through the undercity’s levels with unnatural haste on their dark quest. Seekers, members of the Sith Eternal tasked with searching for force sensitive children to recruit into their order. Sensing the familiar sensation of a force sensitive being nearby, the shadow assailants locked onto their destination. Her father barely had time to react, fast asleep in his bed when he heard footsteps. His hands had barely clutched the sides of his blaster pistol when a blade slit his throat. His last dying breaths were spent choking on his own blood as he watched his wife dispatched with the same cold efficiency. Zylah was torn from her mother’s arms, as her parents bled out in their bed. Her captors spirited away into the dead of night, none the wiser to their arrival.

Zylah was taken, along with dozens of other children ranging from only a few weeks old to several years in age, aboard their captors' ship as it departed Coruscant for its voyage back to Exogol. Once there, the captive children were given over in offering to their captors' superiors. Trophies of a successful mission, tools to be forged, much less children. It would be but the first stage of their long, and brutal journey through life. The captive children had been brought to the Eternal Legion, to be raised as the next generation of Dark Side users and molded into weapons to carry out their masters’ wills.

From the moment Zylah could walk, she was expected to fight. Fighting was part of every facet of her life. The bedrooms had limited bunks, and the children had to fight among each other to claim a place to sleep. Sharing was discouraged, and acts of kindness were met with swift punishment. Meals were awarded based on combat prowess for the day, with the most promising combatants receiving the highest quality food. The losers received barely edible nutrient paste, at first that is. As the trials became more grueling, lack of food became more commonplace as a punishment for failure. The weak grew weaker, the strong grew stronger. It was the way of the Dark Side, their masters instructed them.

As the abducted children reached the age of five or so, they began formal schooling in addition to their combat lessons. They were taught in core galactic subjects. Reading, writing, language, mathematics, science, history, with more advanced subjects coming as they aged and progressed. Studying was the closest thing they received to leisurely time, outside of sleep that is. Failure to perform in academics was met with severe beatings, which in turn resulted in poorer combat performance, and thus… less food and sleep. This cycle began to take a grim toll on the weakest of the classes. Zylah watched as sleep deprivation and emaciation began ravage the most frail of their ranks.

At first, Zylah suffered just as the other children did. Middle of the road in strength and ability, she enjoyed only brief tastes of comfort followed by periods of cold hungry nights. But as time passed, and she began to take the lessons to heart she came to the revelation that only the strong were meant to survive. This life, it wasn’t about living, it was about finding. Her masters had been thinning the herd for years, making sure only the most capable, most worthy of their numbers survived. More children always arrived, they came in shipfulls with regular interval. She had watched it countless times from the windows that overlooked the hangar. With seemingly endless recruits, there could only be finite successes.

Years passed, and with her conviction Zylah rose to the top of the pack among her peers. Only the strong deserved to survive in this world. Only the powerful were rewarded, and the weak existed only to perish. That was the way. Blade in hand, she eagerly dispatched dozens of her fallen classmates, too frail to continue their tortured existence any longer. She had come to relish the joy in watching another’s final moments. That last dying gasp, the light fading from their eyes. Their journey coming to an end, while she continued hers onward. Now a teenager little more than a dozen remained of what had originally been close a hundred members of Zylah’s class.

Until one fateful day, it happened. Their long trial had finally come to a close, the moment celebrated with one of the great champions of the Sith Eternal, Sol Puara himself, arriving in person to tell them the first phase of their journey was over. As Champion of the Eternal, and the greatest assassin among their order Puara was seen as the embodiment of all that it meant to be Legionnaire. An ideal to be aspired to, one who would not soon be forgotten by Zylah and her peers.

The Sith initiates had survived, having proven themselves with blood, sweat, and sorrow. They had the wit, cunning, strength, and talent to survive where so many others had not. It was a brief but invigorating moment of happiness for Zylah, one of the few memories she genuinely cherished. Their days within the cruel gauntlet of their childhood was over, and the young disciples had earned the rank of Legionnaire. The teens were spirited away, divided up and given over to other sects within the Legion based on their abilities and their examinations.

Zylah found herself in company among the Assassins. Precise, deadly, cunning, and merciless killers. It was her calling, and she embraced it with a zealous fervor only a decade and a half of brutal upbringing could foster. Life was paradise compared to her formative years. Her own bed, her own room, fresh clothes and hot food. No more fighting just for a chance at a good night’s sleep. This change in setting did wonders for her morale, and she took to her new teachers’ lessons with great zeal. In only a few short years Zylah was a fearsome assassin in her own right, with scores of successful missions under her belt. Time had blown by, her life a dream compared to the Hell her youth had been. Killing was her great pleasure in life, and there were few better at it than an assassin of the Eternal Legion.

As part of her Legionnaire training, Zylah has been taufgr the Split style Lightsaber as her blade of choice. Versatile, with functionality as both a double bladed and a pair of single handed sabers, she admires to general purpose nature of the weapon. Though fundamental skills with vibrodaggers and their greater usefulness as an assassination tool make them her most common companions. With great progress in her training has come greater and greater freedom, as her legionary masters loosened the leash on their mad dogs. All a part of integrating them fully into the Legion. Disciples, acolytes, pupils, all titles of the past. Now they were Brothers and Sisters of the Eternal Legion, flesh made whole by its dark purpose in serving to the Eternal's will.

In present times Zylah remains a dutiful warrior of her craft. Now just over twenty years old, she has a great degree of autonomy within the Legion. She kills without question on her master’s whims. For their enemies are her enemies, and her enemies meet a timely demise. But beyond this, Zylah and her peers have been encouraged to truly embrace the Dark Side and what that means to them. Not content with only killing in the Eternal's name, Zylah now also yearns to kill in her own. Exhibiting a greed only an orphaned street urchin could know, she has taken up work as a contract killer in her spare time. She aims to amass a fortune, live in wealth and opulence, and be feared and respected by her peers.

Personality

Zylah is at her core a very proud, malicious, sadistic, and vane being. She is short tempered, and takes slights personally. Quick witted with a sense of humor as black her heart, she finds great amusement in the suffering of others. Greed was a concept bred into Zylah by the very nature of her cruel upbringing, and she hungers for more of virtually every material possession. Her avarice is unlikely to be sated, given she came from nothing and longs for everything. Highly capricious, the woman is known to change her whims on a knife’s edge. Just as easily as her good graces can be earned they can be torn away.

Exceedingly vane, Zylah places considerable emphasis on her own beauty, and is shamelessly unafraid to flirt, seduce, and tug at heartstrings to achieve her goals. She responds well to both flattery and compliments, though she knows well enough most do so only to gain paltry favor with her. Studious and diligent, Zylah is a voracious learner, quick to absorb knowledge so it may be used against her enemies one day. She practices rigorously in a multitude of forms of combat, and frequently consults her masters’ many dark teachings and scriptures.

Zylah has great and terrible hatred in her heart, most directed at those with better lives than herself. She silently laments not having a ‘normal’ upbringing, both wishing she had known her parents and resenting her captors for killing them when she was but an infant. While she enjoys her current lifestyle as a Dark Side Assassin, it was a road she did not choose for herself beyond the will to live and thrive. Zylah envies those born with the freedom to live a life of their choosing, and she despises those born into comfortable lives of wealth and comfort. The thought of it alone makes her hands tremble with rage, as her childhood was spent fighting for every scrap of food unable to even fantasize about how much better off other’s lives were.

Because of this, Zylah finds some empathy with the downtrodden of the galaxy. Slaves, street urchins, beggars, and invalides all tug slightly at her heartstrings. Though she is quick to push aside these foolish notions, reminding herself only through strength can anyone hope to attain anything in life. The galaxy’s forgotten masses forget their own strength, or have given in to self pity and despair. Only those with the will to claim their own destiny are worthy of acknowledgement in her eyes. For that reason Zylah often finds common cause with mercenaries, thieves, bounty hunters, pirates, and other martial professions where an individual can eke out a living with little more than a blaster and a look of grim determination. She admires anyone self made, though ironically despises the concept of charity.

Appearance

Zylah is a young human woman, standing at above average height five foot ten and weighing roughly one hundred and fifty five pounds without her equipment. She has piercing turquoise eyes that betray a sadistic kind of cunning, and long silver hair that flows down past her knees. She tends to her mane of hair meticulously, taking great pride in both its immense length and its luscious sheen. The fact it has never been cut since she was first brought to the order is a point of personal pride for the woman, and those that grab at it or attempt to slice it are quick to feel the bite of her blade at their throat.

Though scrawny as a child, Zylah quickly came to realize combat prowess meant food, and food was one of the few comforts in her life. Upon reaching adolescence, and now a more than capable duelist, she blossomed into a voluptuous woman that turns heads and incites sinful thoughts in many people she meets both friend and foe. Zylah has a toned, athletic body that combines a gymnast’s flexibility, a runner’s stamina, and a fighter’s brawn. She possesses wide, childbearing hips, supporting thick thighs and a considerable derriere. Though the woman is most proud of her immense bust, which she flaunts prominently with the design of her armor. Combined with a thin waist and slender shoulders, it gives Zylah a feminine visage few could compare.

Zylah is most commonly seen in her Eternal Legion Assassin’s armor. The outfit is composed primarily of a flexible skintight catsuit, lavender in color and designed to maximize functionality without sacrificing form. Violet, reflective Plasteel is molded around her arms, legs, thighs, and back to help minimize the potential damage of blaster fire. Over top of this ensemble is worn a series of extremely durable Durasteel armor. Including a breastplate, cuirass, pauldrons, gloves, faulds, greaves, and boots. Zylah’s armor is meant to intimidate as much as function in a practical manner. Flowing violet sleeves hang from the wrists, to distract opponents and mask hand movements in the thick of combat. Armored spikes also grace the pauldrons and greaves of the armor to both intimidate and function as crude weaponry should it come to that. Zylah has been known to on occasion disable a combatant with a well placed shoulder tackle.

The armor itself is a deep grey color, owing to its Durasteel composition. It sports clawed fingertips that double as both improvised weapons but also are useful for cutting through glass and other weak materials. Though hardly standard, Zylah does flaunt some golden accents in her armor, to the chagrin of her masters. The bracelets on her wrists were heirlooms of a wealthy duchess that was the most prominent person to meet her blade in Zylah’s first year as an assassin. Lastly, Zylah’s armor sports a removable mask that covers her face from the nose down. Two grim horn-like blades project from the edges meant to invoke imagery of demonic creatures in her victims.

Skills & Abilities

Assassination - Zylah has been, first and foremost, trained as a Dark Side Assassin. It is her birth rite, the culmination of a decade and a half of brutal training at her the Eternal Legion's hands. She has been instilled with lessons and training in a myriad of assassination techniques, from the mundane to the macabre.

Espionage - Zylah has received extensive training on the use of her Dark Side gifts and natural abilities for the purposes of espionage and reconnaissance. Her infiltration techniques are well honed, and practiced to the point of being second nature. She is adept at scouting buildings for exploitable design flaws, as well as using her feminine wiles to gain access where more covert methods would fail.

Piloting - Zylah has been trained to fly a myriad of craft, from nimble fighters to lumbering bulk freighters. Her experience with flying is mostly simulations and training drills, and she has only limited practical experience in ship to ship warfare. She also has minimal experience with real world dogfights, and much prefers a hasty retreat to a prolonged fight. Her strength is on foot, not in the stars.

Subterfuge - Zylah has been trained to achieve her tasks by whatever means necessary. This brutal pragmatism has naturally made her adept at subterfuge. Lying is second nature, deception is her default state, and she is wholly unopposed to using violence, torture, threats, or whatever other insidious means necessary to advance her own goals.

Swordsmanship - Zylah has been trained in both traditional lightsaber combat, and also more mundane melee combat using vibrodaggers. Whichever she wields she is a capable combatant, though admittedly her dueling skills are secondary to her assassination skills. As one trained in such a duplicitous skill such as assassination, she has no quarrel with underhanded tactics in order to swing a fight.

Equipment

Sith Split Saber- Zylah has a split style Sith Lightsaber, created as the final task of her training. While one of her greatest possessions, she does not favor the weapon for most applications. The bright blade and distinctive sound are both unhelpful to an assassin, and she much prefers vibrodaggers for the task. That said, her blade is often sheathed at her hip or within arm's reach.

Vibrodaggers- Zylah is never seen without carrying one or more vibrodaggers. Forgoing intricate Sith designs that act as a calling card, she almost excusively uses mundane alternatives. Common weaponry that can be found all across the galaxy, cheap and expendable blades are less troublesome when they need be abandoned or are otherwise lost.

Eternal Legion Assassin's Armor- Zylah has her own set of legionnaire assassin armor. Styled to her own personal taste in color, the dark grey and violet armor is akin to a second skin to her. She is rarely seen outside of it, and it is her primary attire when conducting any assassination, espionage, or other task of need.

Legionnaire Robes- Zylah has a formal set of Eternal Legion robes she wears when in the presence of her compatriots or in the comfort of privacy. They are chiefly black, with violet accents to designate her position as an Assassin. Loose and flowing, they still manage to flaunt her womanly figure.

Civilian Clothes- Zylah has a sizable collection of mundane clothing and outfits, suitable for blending in with the culture of those she needs to in order to reach her targets. Her apparel ranges from clothing for most types of harsh environments, to clothing expected of everyone from lowly beggars to aristocracy.

Comm-Link- Zylah has a fairly standard Comm-link, useful for sending short range transmissions in either audio or holographic format. Hers is black, and she has a second set built into each horn of her armor so she can communicate hands free when on a mission.

Data Pad- Zylah has standard issue data pad, which she uses for a number of tasks both mundane and meaningful. Hers is a rather no frills model, and has a rugged outer casing that was designed for commercial use by construction, law enforcement, and military use.
 
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I noticed you name dropped Sol Puara at noticing your character towards the end of her trials but I think they would classify as a high ranking member of the Sith Eternal. Looks like you only said he made a general announcement though and didn't take specific notice of Zylah so I think it's alright.

After the trial is over you go on "Zylah had come to master a set of ancient Sith Force BLades as her weapon of choice. " Please edit this since nobody at the beginning is a master. The same goes for the associated paragraphs. If she came up with a group of assassin "aspirants" then they would not be masterful or battle tested. They're more basic training can be considered completed but they (specifically Zylah) would be just a new assassin added to the ranks of the Sith Eternal and not a master assassin.

You should also review your Skills & Abilities since it mentions things like "Her infiltration techniques are peerless " which should not be the case. She knows how to be sneakier than most. "a master of subterfuge" Same thing
 

Darasuum

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@Queen Bee just as a reminder the any one section of the character profile should 1500 words or under.

It looks like there's still quite a few references of "mastery" and other wording that makes is akin to that. Everybody starts out at a reasonable degree of skill but nobody is a master or the best of the best.

Almost forgot: Make sure that you also have links to any and all tech that your character uses. Otherwise you're assumed to be unarmed (or armored).
 
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