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Resident Cripple
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Resident Cripple
Name: Why'nn/Sanguina Kæřŕįm
Age: 14
Race: Human/Pureblood Sith Hybrid
Personality: With all the training and upbringing of a pureblood Sith, Why'nn can be proper and respectful when the situation calls for it. However, she is also a 14 year old girl. As such, she is testing her limits. She remembers her father fondly and keeps the few lessons he taught her close to her heart, hence her emotions aren't quite out of control and she is not as cruel as her mother would prefer. Though she will participate in some casual torture to lift her spirits from time to time.
Sanguina, the personality created because of the torture from Nah-Iblen, is a cruel girl. Very few are on her list of people she likes and all others are targets for pain and torture. She gains pleasure from giving and receiving pain and aims to perpetuate the teachings of her Master, Nah-Iblen
Backstory: The daughter of Darth Manara and the Gray Jedi Delrick, Why'nn was raised primarily by her mother. Though her father was able to impart some lessons before his demise. She was 8 years old when her mother made her watch as her father died. It was a 'teaching moment,' Mother said. What was she to learn? That the Light Side was weaker? Well, that was the lesson she took from it, though her father's influence could not be taken away.
HK-50-01 has been with her for her entire life and she appreciates him, never referring to him as an 'it' or 'the droid.' She always calls him by his full designation and has, on more than one occasion in her younger years, fallen asleep in his lap.
Since her mother took an apprentice, Why'nn has been in competition with him. Because of her mother's treatment of the boy, she has been exceedingly cruel to him in the past. She has tested out her torture techniques upon him and excelled in any lessons her mother has given her on the subject. Thus far, she has been sent out a few times on missions for her mother's personal interests so she has some experience in the field. Still, she finds herself wishing to take HK-50-01 and leave Korriban for good.
Sanguina came to light through extended torture. Acting as a protector to the original personality, her life has, thus far, been short and bloody.
Appearance:
Currently, she's 5'3".
Starting halfway down her neck and continuing down the rest of her body is a swirling pattern of scars, much akin to Sith tattoos. These scars are artfully and carefully created. Not the scars of battle, but the scars of torture. Despite the picture, she is left handed and the blades of her saber are purple.
Age: 14
Race: Human/Pureblood Sith Hybrid
Personality: With all the training and upbringing of a pureblood Sith, Why'nn can be proper and respectful when the situation calls for it. However, she is also a 14 year old girl. As such, she is testing her limits. She remembers her father fondly and keeps the few lessons he taught her close to her heart, hence her emotions aren't quite out of control and she is not as cruel as her mother would prefer. Though she will participate in some casual torture to lift her spirits from time to time.
Sanguina, the personality created because of the torture from Nah-Iblen, is a cruel girl. Very few are on her list of people she likes and all others are targets for pain and torture. She gains pleasure from giving and receiving pain and aims to perpetuate the teachings of her Master, Nah-Iblen
Backstory: The daughter of Darth Manara and the Gray Jedi Delrick, Why'nn was raised primarily by her mother. Though her father was able to impart some lessons before his demise. She was 8 years old when her mother made her watch as her father died. It was a 'teaching moment,' Mother said. What was she to learn? That the Light Side was weaker? Well, that was the lesson she took from it, though her father's influence could not be taken away.
HK-50-01 has been with her for her entire life and she appreciates him, never referring to him as an 'it' or 'the droid.' She always calls him by his full designation and has, on more than one occasion in her younger years, fallen asleep in his lap.
Since her mother took an apprentice, Why'nn has been in competition with him. Because of her mother's treatment of the boy, she has been exceedingly cruel to him in the past. She has tested out her torture techniques upon him and excelled in any lessons her mother has given her on the subject. Thus far, she has been sent out a few times on missions for her mother's personal interests so she has some experience in the field. Still, she finds herself wishing to take HK-50-01 and leave Korriban for good.
Sanguina came to light through extended torture. Acting as a protector to the original personality, her life has, thus far, been short and bloody.
Appearance:
Currently, she's 5'3".
Starting halfway down her neck and continuing down the rest of her body is a swirling pattern of scars, much akin to Sith tattoos. These scars are artfully and carefully created. Not the scars of battle, but the scars of torture. Despite the picture, she is left handed and the blades of her saber are purple.
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Resident Cripple
Name: Darth Kaen
Age: 28
Race: Sith Pureblood
Personality: Kaen feels the world should bow before her. Confidence and price ooze from her and her sultry voice belies her sense of entitlement. Though not overly sexual, she follows her passions like a true Sith and will take any she wants. She enjoys the suffering of others but enjoys, even more, corrupting Light Side Force users.
Backstory: Born on Korriban, Kaen grew up surrounded by the evidence of the grandeur her ancestors enjoyed. Eagerly, she learned about Sith history, preferring it over any other form of knowledge. It wasn't until she was a bit older, around 11, that she was found to be Force sensitive. Up until that point she spent her days learning her father's trade of diplomacy.
Upon entering the academy, however, Kaen felt she finally found where she belonged. Her natural sadism served her well as she destroyed those who might stand against her. Eventually, she caught the eye of one Darth Ander. He took her as his apprentice. For years she served him. She worked as his agent, decimating his enemies, gaining allies, securing his holdings. And then the day came that apprentice surpassed master...
Kaen found that her master was growing weak. His allies were more hers now, his holdings were open to her. So she walked into his main stronghold, into his office, and ran him through with her lightsaber. This act earned her the title of Darth.
For a few years after she took no apprentice of her own. And then she saw a boy at the academy. He fought better than any apprentice she'd seen. She took him as her own and has, for the last year and a half, kept him with her constantly.
Appearance:
Age: 28
Race: Sith Pureblood
Personality: Kaen feels the world should bow before her. Confidence and price ooze from her and her sultry voice belies her sense of entitlement. Though not overly sexual, she follows her passions like a true Sith and will take any she wants. She enjoys the suffering of others but enjoys, even more, corrupting Light Side Force users.
Backstory: Born on Korriban, Kaen grew up surrounded by the evidence of the grandeur her ancestors enjoyed. Eagerly, she learned about Sith history, preferring it over any other form of knowledge. It wasn't until she was a bit older, around 11, that she was found to be Force sensitive. Up until that point she spent her days learning her father's trade of diplomacy.
Upon entering the academy, however, Kaen felt she finally found where she belonged. Her natural sadism served her well as she destroyed those who might stand against her. Eventually, she caught the eye of one Darth Ander. He took her as his apprentice. For years she served him. She worked as his agent, decimating his enemies, gaining allies, securing his holdings. And then the day came that apprentice surpassed master...
Kaen found that her master was growing weak. His allies were more hers now, his holdings were open to her. So she walked into his main stronghold, into his office, and ran him through with her lightsaber. This act earned her the title of Darth.
For a few years after she took no apprentice of her own. And then she saw a boy at the academy. He fought better than any apprentice she'd seen. She took him as her own and has, for the last year and a half, kept him with her constantly.
Appearance:
Grammatic
Knight of Nevermore
Name: Corin Zanith-Darth Alpharius
Age: 39
Race: Human
Biography: Corin Zanith was born on the world Chandrila. Raised in a prominent and rich family, Corin received quality education from the beginning. He has a promising future in politics within the Republic, when Corin changed. For reasons known only to Corin, he armed himself with a ancient relic blade from his families past, and killed them all. Tales are still told of the massacre across Chandrila. Following this event, Corin fled the planet, jumping into unknown territories.
-Memory-
He had found an ancient book within his families library, written in an ancient language he could not read at first. However, he was no fool or idiot, and he had the resources of his family. It still took him well over a year before he had deciphered the text. His instructors, who had helped him along in the process, were horrified by what the book held, but by then it was far too late to council the young noble. Corin became entrapped within the secret knowledge the book spoke of, the history it held, the power it promised to any who were brave enough to take it.
It was less than a week after that when Corin killed his family. An ancient rite within the book told of a alchemic formula and spell that when done correctly, would enhance the power and connection to the force the user had. The only issue was that it required the blood of those with the same genetic code and heritage of the user. A price that before, Corin would have been appalled at. Now though? It hardly fazed him as he plunged the sword through his fathers chest. It would be the first time he killed. The first of many to come...
-Memory End-
Whatever the reason behind the slaughter, Corin never returned to Chandrila. He fled to an ancient world, know to the locals as Kalee. Corin crashed in the northern hemisphere of the planet. He was found by one of the many Kaleesh tribes roaming its surface. The Kaleesh were a deeply spiritual and warlike people. Corin quickly learned their ways, and trained to fight with their greatest warriors. He eventually challenged and killed the chieftain of the tribe, taking control of it.
He led this tribe for some time, earning many glories and honors, before he heard tell of an ancient temple deep within the mountains. Such a thing intrigued Corin, and he set out with fifty of the best Kaleesh warriors and trackers to find the shrine, leaving his most loyal lieutenants in charge. He returned three months later, battered, wounded, and alone. Whatever he found there, he emerged stronger than before. He quickly healed, and from there, he turned his eyes to the galaxy beyond Kalee.
-Memory-
Corin stood at the steps of the great temple. Rising high above him, the entire mountain seemed to have been hollowed out to hold the massive structure. He turned to look at the remnants of his party, barely twenty of the original fifty who had set out. The monsters of the area had lived up to their name. Corin suspected whatever was inside the temple had corrupted the beasts, morphing them into something far more powerful than what they used to be. Whatever had the power to do that, Corin had to obtain.
He led his party inside the temple, through winding corridors taking them deeper and deeper into the mountain. The further they went, Corin began to notice a stronger connection to the force, something even the Kaleesh with him could understand. Eventually, they came to a massive chamber, with a ceiling so high Corin couldn't see the top. Along the pillars spaced out evenly along the chamber, torches suddenly burst into light, illuminating the room. In the center, a massive bowl sat deep into the floor, with stairs leading down into it. On a nearby pillar, Corin found writing, familiar to him for it was the same as in the book he still carried with him.
It told of how this place was the tomb of an ancient Sith Lord, who had attempted to elongate his life. He failed, but in the process, had unleashed vast amounts of dark side force energy into the surrounding jungles. It explained the transformation of the beasts, at least. Corin read further, finding instructions on how to bend the wild power to ones will. It only required a sacrifice of blood and soul. Corin barely hesitated when he drew his Lig Sword, and turned to the Kaleesh with him...
-End Memory-
Barely a week had passed when a Sith Lord arrived in orbit of Kalee. He had been travelling nearby, and had sensed a strong connection to the dark side of the force. He had come at once, and upon finding Corin, immediately demanded Corin travel with him to Korriban so he could receive proper training and then he traveled with his new master to Korriban. He stood out the moment he arrived, and became a target for those acolytes who thought themselves better than others. The few who openly tried to deal with him were never found, and no charges were leveled against Corin.
He emerged from Korriban as the apprentice to Darth Mordran, becoming the chief enforcer of his will. With Corin's aid, Darth Mordran became a powerful being within the Empire, eventually, after he had Corin...deal with one of the weaker council members, he rose to the rank of Dark Councilor. Corin was elevated to the rank of Darth by his master for his deeds, and became Darth Alpharius. It was less than two years later that Darth Mordran was killed by Darth Alpharius. The Council hardly complained, as Darth Mordran had been a weak, narrow minded individual who had done nothing but harm the Empire.
-Memory-
Darth Alpharius walked through the broken threshold of the door, which he had blown clean off. In the hallway behind him, the bodies of dozens of Imperial soldiers and lesser Sith were scattered everywhere. They had hardly slowed Darth Alpharius down as he waded through them, his saberstaff ending all. Seated in the office he had entered was Darth Mordran, a fat Rodian who was laughably known as a Dark Councilor. He was a coward, weak, and had no true ambition other than to do whatever it was he pleased. Such things were no use to the Empire.
As Darth Alpharius approached, his former master begged and pleaded, offering Darth Alpharius countless relics, riches beyond his imagination, entire worlds. Darth Alpharius barely halted his advance as he severed the Rodian's head from its body, watching as they both fell to the floor. A startled scream drew Darth Alpharius's attention to a side door of the office, which stood open. Within, Corin could see several young acolytes, most likely Darth Mordran's newest flock. The eldest was barely over the age of fifteen by his estimates. But, no remnant could remain if he was to successfully take his old masters place.
The door to that room had barely slid shut when the first of the acolytes were cut down...
-Memory End-
Darth Alpharius was offered his former masters seat on the Council, something he took without question, but did very little with.
Personality: Darth Alpharius is a very somber and withdrawn person. He rarely speaks to others, and when he does, it is usually in brief sentences. He is not dimwitted, as the few brave enough to say claim. He just chooses not to waste his time with those he sees beneath him. He is willing to sacrifice and destroy anything that stands in his way to achieve his goal, and countless bodies line his path to his current position.
Age: 39
Race: Human
Biography: Corin Zanith was born on the world Chandrila. Raised in a prominent and rich family, Corin received quality education from the beginning. He has a promising future in politics within the Republic, when Corin changed. For reasons known only to Corin, he armed himself with a ancient relic blade from his families past, and killed them all. Tales are still told of the massacre across Chandrila. Following this event, Corin fled the planet, jumping into unknown territories.
-Memory-
He had found an ancient book within his families library, written in an ancient language he could not read at first. However, he was no fool or idiot, and he had the resources of his family. It still took him well over a year before he had deciphered the text. His instructors, who had helped him along in the process, were horrified by what the book held, but by then it was far too late to council the young noble. Corin became entrapped within the secret knowledge the book spoke of, the history it held, the power it promised to any who were brave enough to take it.
It was less than a week after that when Corin killed his family. An ancient rite within the book told of a alchemic formula and spell that when done correctly, would enhance the power and connection to the force the user had. The only issue was that it required the blood of those with the same genetic code and heritage of the user. A price that before, Corin would have been appalled at. Now though? It hardly fazed him as he plunged the sword through his fathers chest. It would be the first time he killed. The first of many to come...
-Memory End-
Whatever the reason behind the slaughter, Corin never returned to Chandrila. He fled to an ancient world, know to the locals as Kalee. Corin crashed in the northern hemisphere of the planet. He was found by one of the many Kaleesh tribes roaming its surface. The Kaleesh were a deeply spiritual and warlike people. Corin quickly learned their ways, and trained to fight with their greatest warriors. He eventually challenged and killed the chieftain of the tribe, taking control of it.
He led this tribe for some time, earning many glories and honors, before he heard tell of an ancient temple deep within the mountains. Such a thing intrigued Corin, and he set out with fifty of the best Kaleesh warriors and trackers to find the shrine, leaving his most loyal lieutenants in charge. He returned three months later, battered, wounded, and alone. Whatever he found there, he emerged stronger than before. He quickly healed, and from there, he turned his eyes to the galaxy beyond Kalee.
-Memory-
Corin stood at the steps of the great temple. Rising high above him, the entire mountain seemed to have been hollowed out to hold the massive structure. He turned to look at the remnants of his party, barely twenty of the original fifty who had set out. The monsters of the area had lived up to their name. Corin suspected whatever was inside the temple had corrupted the beasts, morphing them into something far more powerful than what they used to be. Whatever had the power to do that, Corin had to obtain.
He led his party inside the temple, through winding corridors taking them deeper and deeper into the mountain. The further they went, Corin began to notice a stronger connection to the force, something even the Kaleesh with him could understand. Eventually, they came to a massive chamber, with a ceiling so high Corin couldn't see the top. Along the pillars spaced out evenly along the chamber, torches suddenly burst into light, illuminating the room. In the center, a massive bowl sat deep into the floor, with stairs leading down into it. On a nearby pillar, Corin found writing, familiar to him for it was the same as in the book he still carried with him.
It told of how this place was the tomb of an ancient Sith Lord, who had attempted to elongate his life. He failed, but in the process, had unleashed vast amounts of dark side force energy into the surrounding jungles. It explained the transformation of the beasts, at least. Corin read further, finding instructions on how to bend the wild power to ones will. It only required a sacrifice of blood and soul. Corin barely hesitated when he drew his Lig Sword, and turned to the Kaleesh with him...
-End Memory-
Barely a week had passed when a Sith Lord arrived in orbit of Kalee. He had been travelling nearby, and had sensed a strong connection to the dark side of the force. He had come at once, and upon finding Corin, immediately demanded Corin travel with him to Korriban so he could receive proper training and then he traveled with his new master to Korriban. He stood out the moment he arrived, and became a target for those acolytes who thought themselves better than others. The few who openly tried to deal with him were never found, and no charges were leveled against Corin.
He emerged from Korriban as the apprentice to Darth Mordran, becoming the chief enforcer of his will. With Corin's aid, Darth Mordran became a powerful being within the Empire, eventually, after he had Corin...deal with one of the weaker council members, he rose to the rank of Dark Councilor. Corin was elevated to the rank of Darth by his master for his deeds, and became Darth Alpharius. It was less than two years later that Darth Mordran was killed by Darth Alpharius. The Council hardly complained, as Darth Mordran had been a weak, narrow minded individual who had done nothing but harm the Empire.
-Memory-
Darth Alpharius walked through the broken threshold of the door, which he had blown clean off. In the hallway behind him, the bodies of dozens of Imperial soldiers and lesser Sith were scattered everywhere. They had hardly slowed Darth Alpharius down as he waded through them, his saberstaff ending all. Seated in the office he had entered was Darth Mordran, a fat Rodian who was laughably known as a Dark Councilor. He was a coward, weak, and had no true ambition other than to do whatever it was he pleased. Such things were no use to the Empire.
As Darth Alpharius approached, his former master begged and pleaded, offering Darth Alpharius countless relics, riches beyond his imagination, entire worlds. Darth Alpharius barely halted his advance as he severed the Rodian's head from its body, watching as they both fell to the floor. A startled scream drew Darth Alpharius's attention to a side door of the office, which stood open. Within, Corin could see several young acolytes, most likely Darth Mordran's newest flock. The eldest was barely over the age of fifteen by his estimates. But, no remnant could remain if he was to successfully take his old masters place.
The door to that room had barely slid shut when the first of the acolytes were cut down...
-Memory End-
Darth Alpharius was offered his former masters seat on the Council, something he took without question, but did very little with.
Personality: Darth Alpharius is a very somber and withdrawn person. He rarely speaks to others, and when he does, it is usually in brief sentences. He is not dimwitted, as the few brave enough to say claim. He just chooses not to waste his time with those he sees beneath him. He is willing to sacrifice and destroy anything that stands in his way to achieve his goal, and countless bodies line his path to his current position.
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