TEEEEEEEEST (character profiles)

[Robayn]

Character name: Mabysyn Dekeesha

Race: Anzat-Human Hybrid

Age: 1350(human years)

Sex: Female

Faction: Sith

Rank: Master

Class: (when applicable)

Saber Color: Red

Force Powers: (when applicable)

Weapon of Choice: Kiss of Death

Personal Ship: (NAME/MODEL : if applicable)

Personality: Exceedingly confident to the point of being arrogant, Mab has yet to find herself in a situation to question that arrogance. Having been born strong, and grown only stronger since her existence, her entertainment comes from a sadistic joy in surrounding herself with fragile, easily broken individuals. A dependency on them forms in her after a time, and that dependency often leads her to dangerously psychotic endeavors. When she feeds regularly, she can be known to be reasonable and sometimes even cunning, but should she be denied food for long she will revert to a feral, wild and insane creature.

Hair/Eye color: Black/Yellow

Height/body build: 5'9" -- Athletic

Distinguishing marks: --none.

Background: Born as one of many in a series of experiments at a Genetics Lab Facility on Anzat, Mab's only memory of her mother, or the human chosen as a breeding specimen, is a heartbeat. Before Mab could be removed without harming her mother, her Anzati nature took form and, as a pre-mature newborn she fed on her mother's Soup through the umbilical cord. Mab was saved by the intervention of scientists, but her mother was not. Losing a mother she never know, she gained a psuedo Father - the Lead Scientist on the project.
She spent the next hundred years growing older and undergoing a series of tests and procedures to test her agility, strength, and reactions. What defined her as an Anzati and what defined her as human was put to the ultimate test, and she went through these proceedings over and over again, and it might have driven her mad if the hunger didn't bring her there first. Born with the need to feed on the Soup of sentient creatures, but lacking the physical means, her inability to feed and her equal inability to die from it stole all sense and reason from her mind.
Eventually, as she matured into a blossoming teen, it was discovered that, along with the human DNA her mother had provided, she had been gifted with Force Sensitivity as well. This caused some speculation among some of the scientists, Mab's "father" the loudest, and it was decided that pursuit of some training in Force Sensitivity would be undertaken. Mab's "Father" hope that, with the aid of training, Mab would learn to feed through use of the Force - a concept that was not unknown to the scholar.
It took many years, of which the Anzat had many more, but eventually a Jedi was captured and brought to the planet. He agreed to help teach Mab to feed, only as a means to release her from the feral insanity that had claimed her mind, and, out of sympathy for her condition, accepted the terms of the arrangement - his freedom, for her training. Mab proved to be an efficient learner, either out of an eagerness to be rid of her torment or a cunning of her own mind, and demonstrated her aptness as a student by feeding on her own teacher, and then her father, and, taken by gluttony, the rest of the scientists present.


From there, she left the planet and vowed never to return. She spent a centuries wandering, feeding aimlessly, until she learned the enjoyment in murder as an art form. Taking to assassinations out of entertainment rather than a career, she again proved her efficiency. Mab accumulated quite a lot of wealth in this path, but the only wealth she prized was the kill and the Soup. Eventually she stopped taking contracts for simple merchants and average humans, and began to take only the ones that would provide her with the Soup that she most craved - that of other Force Sensitives.
It was this that brought her to the services of Lord Raven Rahl and Darth Venia, when she was contracted to assassinate the Sith Lord and, for the first time, failed. Rather than killing her for the attempt on her life, he brought her into his empire where she was taken as an apprentice by the Dark Lady. Learning what she could from Venia, Mab swiftly became enamored of the Dark Lady and committed her services and her loyalty to the other woman, even when the other woman was not aware of the Assassin's actions.
Such a time was the killing of Kadan Rahl, under the orders of Darth Validus during his temporary commandeering of the Sith Brotherhood. As well as an act of revenge against the Dark Lord for her initial defeat at his hands, it was a catalyst. Upon the Dark Lord's return, and the news of his son's death, the Dark Lord changed. Withdrawing from his own Brotherhood, and even his lover, it left Venia alienated - and Mab eagerly provided comfort. When the Dark Lord eventually left, on a personal mission of exploration and study of the force, it left Venia as the sole ruler of the Sith Brotherhood - and Venia at her right hand.
Satisfied for a time, Mab felt the stirrings of apathy taking hold and set off in search of further ambitions - the first among them being a debt to pay to a Jedi met in previous years, a Jedi known as Kai'le. Drawing out the Jedi's padawan, Rokumasu Kiriyu, with the help of the former Jedi Irellia, Mab captured the boy and sent his companion - Ronyo Storm - back to his Master with a single, half-circle and a message: the debt was paid. The former agreement to provide Kai'le with an heirloom that had been stolen, for a future favor - a favor that Mab took immediately in the life of Kai'le's padawan.
Twisting the boy's mind with heavy stitches of mind control, she eventually erased all memory of his past and left him with one: Mab, as his mother. She took to him as a Mother would take to a son, but her sadistic pleasure in affair was perverse. Her bond to him, and her control over his mind, fed to her a part of him as well and it began to subtly influence her. Becoming more attached to him than she had intended, and feeling that he was, in fact, her son, began to override her reasoning; Having the boy was not enough, she needed to use him. One the right occasion, she did such a thing; She sent him out to retrieve one Malo Sunrider, descendant of Nomi Sunrider, and, upon returning to her ship to await for her 'son', she took advantage of a wounded Jedi Master and Nexus regent and captured the woman known as Illusha Hegal as well.
Taking the hostages with her, she eventually returned to Anzat. Feeding from the Sunrider girl when she needed to and torturing the Nexus regent when she wished to, Mab spent the journey in a state of near-ecstasy. Though parts of her mind were still plagued by the return to her home, and prison, she buried them in wicked and vulgar indulgences. Returning home, she meant to destroy all traces of the old Lab, and as much of Anzat as possible, but her plans were halted. The Regent, harboring a secret parasite within her, mutated and became the extra-galactic threat that was known as the Brood right before Mabysyn's eyes. With little time to react, and even less to act, she attempted to flee but was stopped by her 'son', Reimus, and the Sunrider. She had to decide: Save herself, or save her son.
She opted for the former, against her own, selfish instincts, and revealed to him the truth in order to push him away. The truth of his life, her lies, and his broken existence. As the Sunrider girl and Reimus left together, the ship barely holding together as the Brood grew and consumed it, Mabysyn disappeared.

Assumed dead, or simply gone, at the focal point of the Brood's birth, she was later discovered on the ravaged planet, after the time-vortex that the Jedi brought with them to defeat the extra-galactic threat, barely alive but still refusing to die. If there was one thing that Mabysyn had been good at her entire life, it was Not Dying. Taken by the Jedi both as a refugee and a political prisoner, she has since been held in a new prison - a floating craft in an undisclosed location. After five years the only living beings aware of her bearings is the current Jedi Grand Master, Ronyo Storm, and those few Jedi required to keep the station operational.

[Robayn]

Character name: Sam-el Joelk

Race: Human (Dathomir)

Age: 25

Sex: Female

Faction: Jedi

Rank: Master

Class: (when applicable)

Saber Color: Blue

Force Powers: (when applicable)

Weapon of Choice: Lightsaber

Personal Ship: (NAME/MODEL : if applicable)

Personality: Provider.

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Providers take it upon themselves to insure the health and welfare of those in their care, but they are also the most sociable of all the Guardians, and thus are the great nurturers of social institutions.
Friendly, outgoing, neighborly - in a word, Providers are gregarious, so much so that they can become restless when isolated from people. They love to talk with others, and will often strike up a conversation with strangers and chat pleasantly about any topic that comes to mind. Friendships matter a great deal to Providers, and their conversations with friends often touch on good times from years past. Family traditions are also sacred to them.
Providers are extremely sensitive to the feelings of others, which makes them perhaps the most sympathetic of all the types, but which also leaves them somewhat self-conscious, that is, highly sensitive to what others think of them. Loving and affectionate themselves, they need to be loved in return.

Hair/Eye color: Teal/Grey

Height/body build: 5'4" - Muscular

Distinguishing marks: Scars on back from whips.

Background: Sam's Father was a Grey Jedi, a Stennes man investigating the Frenzied River clan of Dathomir, and her mother was a powerful Witch of Dathomir, the leader of her clan. Her birth, however, revealed not only her father's secret identity (as he had infiltrated as a shape-shifted witch), but her mother's willing hospitality to this male. Both banished from the clan, Sam-el was left to be raised by Arphalia, the eldest Witch of the clan. Though she was raised without suffering stigma of her mother's transgression, her unique physical appearance always reminded her of her difference. As she grew older, and her sisters routinely convinced her that her roots may come from another world, but she had been grown on Dathomir, she accepted that the Frenzied River was her true home.

That true home was shattered one night as Nightsisters, a group that the Witches seemed unable to defeat entirely even with the Hapan assistance, and tore the Frenzied River asunder. Those that were not converted immediately were tortured and lashed - Sam-el and nearly all of her sisters. On chance, she was part of a group that managed to break free, but rather than fight the Nightsisters she was ushered away by Arphalia, who convinced her to run.

She was found by Lin Wenu, a smuggler bold enough to risk the Hapan Battle Dragons because he had little to lose. Taking pity on the girl of twelve, he took her with him and, in a rare moment of sound judgement, dropped that particular smuggling run.

Sam spent four years with Lin, and adopted to her new life fairly quickly. By the time she was sixteen, she was as rough and tough as many of the Smugglers in the galaxy, and had the cocky attitude to prove it. She hadn't forgotten the stories of her mother, however, and told Lin that she wanted to discover what had happened to her and her father. He agreed to take her to the Jedi and delivered, though a cantina brawl was an unexpected twist to the agreement.

Apprenticed immediately to Alexander Covenant, Sam-el travelled to Naboo with him for her training. Once there, the bond between Master and Padawan grew substantially and, before their return, Covenant gifted Sam her first lightsaber. It had been his father's Electrum Lightsaber, and one Sam used from then on. It was on Naboo that she learned of her father's lineage and his gift to her - minor shape-shifting abilities. Though she would have to train to develop them, she at least knew what had happened to her parents through her visions. Returning to Coruscant with Covenant, she was Knighted.

She had a short career as a Knight, being raised to Master as Covenent was raised to Grand Master, and not long after that she received news that Covenant had been forced into a self-exile. The Dark Lord Raven Rahl had brought the terror of the Corruo into republic space and threatened the ones Covenant loved - including Sam-el herself and their old friend Kai'le, if Alexander did not leave the Order. As he left, he appointed her Grand Master in his place and she struggled to meet that role in troubling and changing times.

Then the change happened. One day, while meditating with her friend Kai'le at the Force Nexus on Ossus, they were interrupted by the appearance of a woman claiming to be a future version of Sam. Her appearance was strange - white hair instead of teal, luminescent veins along her skin, and horns - but Sam knew, as only she could know, that this was her. They exchanged places, Sam going to where her future self had come from, and 'Jaddah' remained. She claimed to come to stop something that had gone wrong, to make sure that a great evil did not happen, and to prepare the Jedi for what was happening.

She spoke of the Brood, and after securing the aid of the Order she embarked to fight the Brood. The plan: draw the Brood to the time of its conception, and eliminate it's existence with the same time-altering technology that she had used to come to the past. By creating a time-vortex in the center of the Brood's place of birth, she reversed its existence to the point just before it came to be, and sucked it into the time vortex with herself. The Jedi and allies that had gone to assist were left behind, some wounded and some far worse from the struggle to subdue the Brood, but most still alive.

Sam awoke on Naboo, once more the teal-haired, horn-less Witch of Dathomir.. but with no memory. For five years she's lived on a farm, taken in by a farmer and his daughter, and though she suspects that her distinct lack of skill for the tasks in the home and the farm are evidence that she led a different life, she is happy and content to remain at peace.

[Robayn]

Character name: Morbella

Race: Gurlanin

Age: 30

Sex: Female

Faction: Double-Agent

Rank: Lieutenant

Class: n/a

Saber Color: n/a

Force Powers: n/a

Weapon of Choice: Cloak & Dagger

Personal Ship: n/a

Personality: Morbella has always been quiet, but since adapting to a life of constant lying and intrigue has since silenced her even further. She's distrustful to a point, surrounded daily by those that she's sure would kill her in a heartbeat should they discover her traitorous actions, but brave enough to continue doing it. Morbella does what she needs to in order to survive, and that is her only constant mode of character.

Hair/Eye color: Black/Orange (most of the time)

Height/body build: 5'5" / Thin

Distinguishing marks: n/a for a shapeshifter

Background: Born to a medium sized family, and the eldest of her siblings, Morbella was raised with a deeply ingrained sense of responsibility. It was she that the younger children came to when they'd gotten into trouble, it was she that went to them when they were too proud to ask for help, and it was she that her mother always came down on when trouble was made for her. As the oldest, Morbella took the punishments for her siblings, claiming responsibility for their actions, and shielding them from repercussions of their folly. Above all, Morbella taught them the most important lesson: survive.
Life was harder for them than the other children in the settlement, for they had been raised without a father. Their mother tirelessly provided for them, but Morbella ached for the protective arm that should rest over her shoulders from a father as she protected her brothers and siblings. When she came of age, at only 16, she left her family. She knew her siblings would be alright without her, though they had always had her to be with them they were not blind or dumb and would learn the ways of the world well-enough without her there to protect her from it. She wanted to find her father, and rumor (after her mother had had much drink) that he had enlisted with the Sith Navy -- so she did too.
It took her a few years to work up to a regular station on the Corruo, not bringing with her any particular skill or experience like many of the other, younger, pilots. She did show determinations though, and endurance, and she persevered. Eventually claiming herself a squad, her first mission on a backwater, barbaric planet was doomed to failure from the beginning and she spent six months afterwards evading the natives and surviving with nothing more than the same grim determination she had always had -- survive.
Fortuitously, the same planet hosted a gathering of factions for celebrations. Sensing that her return to the Sith would bring about an execution for the death and abandonment of her squad, she went to Nexus for sanctuary. She found a bargain instead, serve Nexus as a double-agent, feed the Regent any intel she could on the Sith movements, and Nexus would cover up her actions on Munto Codru so she could return unscathed to her position, at the head of a new squad.
For five years she held up her side of the bargain, though Nexus fell not long after her stay. Her fear at discovery was replaced by the same old determination -- stay alive -- and she began to feed her information elsewhere - to the Jedi, the Republic, whoever needed to know. A cause for survival had somehow become a cause, and though Morbella always thought herself to be smarter than to take up a cause, she now found herself caught up in one.

[Robayn]

Character name: Malo Sunrider

Race: Human

Age: 22

Sex: Female

Faction: Black Sun

Rank: Gun-runner

Class: (when applicable)

Saber Color: Blue

Force Powers: (when applicable)

Weapon of Choice: Tech & Grenades

Personal Ship: Red Birth

Personality: After Anzat Malo lost her faith in many if the ideals that she'd learned as a Jedi. No longer suffering any delusions concerning the capacity for cruelty that the universe is capable of, Malo has stopped preaching the ways of the light and, in fact, even believing in them. Instead, she's accepted that the universe is nothing but a cesspool of sanctimonious s**t. However, far from letting that acceptance deter her from a life worth living she has blossomed from a clumbsy, naive, Sun-kissed girl to a cavalier, smart-mouthed, confident outlaw. With as much regard for the Republic as she has for the Jedi Order, which is little, she's settled in comfortably to the life, and nature, of a pirate. True emotion is always buried deep beneath several defensive layers of humor, false stupidity, and/or a general lack of concern.

Her code of honor is still intact, mostly, and she will avoid confrontation or the taking of a life, but she is not above doing whatever it takes to preserve the new life that she's carved out for herself in the underworld.

Hair/Eye color: Blonde/Green

Height/body build: 5'6" / Muscular

Distinguishing marks: Scars: Slash across the left side of her face, eye to jaw, from lightsaber and various claw marks and gashes from surviving feral Anzati on Anzat.

Background: Former Jedi Knight, Malo was kidnapped by the Sith Master Neiva and her accomplice, Darth Reimus, and held aboard their ship. Time with Neiva was relatively short, but spent giving the Anzat a constant source of nourishment. What strength Malo had she gave to Reimus, reaching out to him to break the bonds that Neiva had over him and to help them both.

When they did escape Neiva it was on Anzat during the birth of the Brood and their plans to leave the planet together fell apart as they were separated. Surviving the Brood was a matter of evading it as the focus of that threat fell on Ossus and she felt the futility break her as she felt the fall of Ossus, the Jedi Enclave, and so many of her friends. That futility came as an especial burden to her as she'd always dreamed of becoming a protector. When that became frustration it changed again, trapped on Anzat as she was - prey to both the population and its monsters - and it became determination.

It took her years to make her way off the planet, unable to barter with even the most simple of space ports due to their barbaric thirsts for 'soup', but she managed it. With only the crystal from her lightsaber remaining to her she left Anzat and faced the choice of returning home or to press on. She opted the press on, opportunity rising under the name 'Whitesun' as her few exploits on Black Sun controlled planets caught the Vigo's attention, and she fell into the sea of ranks within the crime syndicate.

Because her former occupation breeds distrust and contempt among her 'colleagues' she works in the company of droids, most of which she has built herself over the past year, and keeps to herself.