Post by sparrow on Dec 16, 2008 18:31:59 GMT -5
Name: Zarene Yin
Race: Epicanthix/Cyborg
Age: 25
Height: 6'0'
Weight: 150lbs
Appearance:
Like most of her species, Zarene appears as a tall, dark-haired humanoid. Her build is athletic, on the slender side but with visible muscle. Her hair is black, usually styled with bangs in the front (with an especially long strand in front of each ear) and tied into either a ponytail or a bun in the back. Her eyes are narrow, with differently colored irises: emerald green on the right and brown on the left.
A long face with well-defined cheekbones, with a large burn mark marring the right half, beginning about three-quarters of a inch below the eye and covering most of her cheek. The injury has somewhat constrained the range of motion of her mouth, and so although she can still speak normally, shouting is difficult. Her voice tends to be soft, generally defaulting about halfway between a whisper and normal speaking volume.
Zarene is also missing her right arm, which has been replaced by a mechanical prosthetic. Her mechanical arm was built for strength and utility, not aesthetics, and is armored with interlocking metal plates. The top of her lower arm is able to house one of several modular weapons, most often a short-range launcher capable of shooting small explosive rockets.
In addition to these injuries, Zarene also possesses an assortment of smaller scars and burns that are mostly hidden by normal clothing. The most notable of these include a blaster burn that had entered her back near the left shoulder blade, exiting in front at the top of the shoulder, and a horizontal scar near the top of her right breast. Due to her injuries, several of her internal organs are partially cybernetic or have cybernetic implants in order to keep her alive, including portions of her heart and one lung.
Personality:
To most who meet her, Zarene appears as a stoic, cold, and contemplative individual. She speaks softly and her dealings with others are usual blunt and to-the-point. She is quick of form opinions of others, usually negative, and does not sugarcoat when asked for her thoughts. She has a deadpan and snarky sense of humor that surfaces from time to time.
Due to the fact that her major injuries were the result of a mission that she believes failed due to insufficient planning and intelligence, she is known to be almost obsessive when it comes to gathering intel prior to a mission, and spends excessive amounts of time reading reports and poring over maps. Her training and studies generally means that she is able to make good use of the intelligence that she receives. She often refuses to take action until she feels that she has had a chance to make sufficient preparations, but once she does move, it is with lightning precision. This has causes many of her superiors to compare her battle behavior to a coiled serpent, staying still at first but then suddenly lashing out in a single deadly strike. Once actually in combat, her restraint and deliberateness is often dropped, often being replaced with impulsive aggression.
Zarene does not possess that spark of a leader that inspires others to follow her. When assigned to a leadership position, she is a cold and demanding commander, but one who is fair to her subordinates and refuses to sacrifice them needlessly. She is highly pragmatic, seeing everything as means to an end, and so almost never glories in unnecessary slaughter.
While she normally keeps calm and cool, there are certain subjects that can provoke an immediate angry reaction out of Zarene. Most notable are remarks or behavior that bring derogatory attention to her cyborg nature. The fact that most of the galaxy tends to view cyborgs in a negative light is one of biggest reasons why Zarene prefers to keep to herself and her own solitary hobbies. Due to this discrimination, Zarene feels a certain amount of bitterness and self-loathing, which occasionally manifests itself during missions as a sudden disregard for personal safety and attempting to tackle opponents who are out of her league.
Zarene is inexperienced when it comes to normal social situations, as she rarely interacts with other people outside of missions or other related purposes. Because of this she is often rather awkward during the few social gatherings that she does attend (normally involuntarily), and has little gift for smalltalk.
Zarene is however a bit of a closet romantic, and can become easily flustered (especially in the presence of attractive members of the opposite sex). She also has a fondness for cats, embroidery, and noodles.
Birth place: Panatha
Faction: Sith
Rank: Knight
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi, Exchange, Jedi
Previous Rank: Acolyte, Exchange Assassin/Agent, Padawan
Ship/Vehicles: Crow's Eye, a modified Coulé-Class Starship
Lightsaber: Single-bade, single-phase
Color: Blue
Stats:
Strength - Average
Agility - Superior
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Below Average
Force Stats:
Telekinetic- Expert
Telepathic- Novice
Body- Adept
Sense- Adept
Protection- Novice
Healing:– Unskilled
Destruction– Unskilled
Combat Training:
Hand-to-Hand combat - Adept
Dual Wielding - Expert
Blaster weaponry and firearms - Expert
Throwing weapons - Expert
Force Training:
Ballistakinesis - Expert
Force Whirlwind - Expert
Force Crush - Adept
Other Training:
Piloting - Adept
Stealth - Adept
Slicing - Novice
Languages:
Basic: Fluent
Huttese: Fluent
Epicant: Conversational
Mando'a: Beginner
Lightsaber Training:
Shii-Cho- Adept
Shien/Djem So- Apprentice
Bio:
Zarene's mother was a seamstress on Panatha. Zarene was the result of a brief affair that she had with a man whom she claimed to be a successful businessman, who would one day come back for her. He never did, but Zarene was nevertheless well-loved by her single mother.
Panatha, located in the Outer Rim and not a part of the Republic, did not have its own Jedi Watchman, and so Zarene's Force potential was not discovered until the age of 4. Zarene's mother gave her up for training willingly, knowing that the life of a Jedi offered much more opportunity for her child than that of a seamstress's daughter.
As a youngling, Zarene was considered to be rather studious, a tad overly aggressive during sparring sessions, but otherwise a bit of a wallflower. Her training during this time was fairly ordinary, consisting of all the basic skills that younglings were expected to know. This continued until shortly after her tenth birthday, when a middle-aged knight named Ralth Telvin saw the potential in her, and took the young Epicanthix as his padawan.
The young Zarene had a great amount of respect for her master, and at times thought of him as the father that she never had. Ralth had a lot of confidence in his padawan, and took her on many missions with him across the galaxy. He was also a man who believed very much in each jedi having their own individual strengths and talents, and that the Order gained from such diversity. This philosophy had a huge influence on how Zarene was trained.
When it came to training, Zarene would excel in some areas, yet do quite poorly in others. Her greatest strengths lay in the more physical aspects of the Force, such as telekinesis and enchancing her speed and reflexes with the Force. Daily exercise and training meant that she was in excellent physical shape, which combined with Force Speed and Jumps made her extremely fast and agile. With telekinesis, while she did possess considerable raw power and potential, her real strength lay in the precise manipulation of small objects and maintaining multiple flows simultaneously. This was demonstrated in one of their missions where after being disarmed in a fight with a group of mercenaries, Zarene threw four knives hitting, guiding them to four different targets with her telekinetic abilities.
On the other hand, her Master's attempts to teach her more advanced techniques such as Healing ended in failure more often than not. She had a particular weakness with telepathy, though her master made sure that she at least had a familiarity with defensive techniques to resist telepathic attacks and attempts at mind-reading from others.
Her skill with a lightsaber was average at best, although strangely, she seemed to develop an affinity for blaster weaponry. The same Force-enhanced reflexes that allowed most Jedi to fluidly wield a lightsaber and to block blaster shots helped improve her marksmanship, to slip that crucial shot past an opponent's lightsaber defense. While the Jedi normally did not actively encourage padawans to learn these sorts of weapons, they weren't going to actively stop her from doing so, she was allowed to train in this areas, often spending time at Republic miliatry barracks when the facilities at the Temple proved insufficient. On missions with her master, she always carried a blaster pistol next to her lightsaber.
She was eighteen years old, and considered well on her way to knighthood, when everything changed. It started like a routine peacekeeping mission, a conflict between an outer-rim local government and a Hutt crimelord that just needed a bit of Jedi intervention. But things were a bit more complicated than the Jedi had at first believed. The Hutts had come prepared, and were ready with a deadly ambush. By the time the Jedi sensed the trap, it had already been sprung, and they were caught in a deadly hail of blaster fire.
Ralth tried to cover the escape of the others, and screamed for Zarene to run. She refused, unwilling to leave her master to face the enemy alone. But there were too many, and doing his best to protect both of them, her master fell. Screaming, filled with sorrow and rage, she swung her saber wildly, wanting to kill as many as she could.
Run! Her master's last words echoed through her head, and she obeyed. But the enemy had cut off the escape routes. Ducking into an alleyway, she tried her best to throw off her pursuers, and for a moment it seemed as if she was going get away.
Clink. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the grenade bouncing towards her. Trying to scramble away, she met with a dead end. Instinctively, she threw up her arm to try to shield herself from the blast. She was thrown into the air, the breath knocked out of her, her body bleeding from a dozen shrapnel wounds. Looking up towards the sky, she saw a ship escaping the area, the ship containing the other Jedi. It was the last thing she saw before losing consciousness.
She woke up strapped to a medical time, limbs bound immobile. Shot up with various drugs, she could barely feel her body. The doctor smiled cruelly when he showed her a mirror, and she would have screamed if she could have. Half her face had been disfigured. Her right arm was gone, amputated and replaced with a mechanical prothestic. Various cybernetics had been installed in her body to keep her alive. Her captors quite calmly informed her of where she was: an Exchange facility. The Jedi had abandoned her, left her for dead, and it was only through their intervention that she still breathed. She belonged to them now.
She was left to ponder in silence, and filled with fear, anger, and despair, dark thoughts began to take form in her head. Perhaps a calmer and more rational mind would have made sense of it all, but she was young, traumatized, with no idea how to react. The Jedi had left her to die! She had saw the ship leave! Her master was dead, the person she cared about most in the world. She had always thought that the Jedi Order would be there for her, but when she had needed them the most, where were they? The Order had turned its back on her, and so she would turn her back on the Order.
When she recovered she accepted the offer of the Exchange boss for work. It was not as if she had much of a choice. There was nowhere else for her to go. She took on whatever jobs the Exchange gave her, taking bounties, "collecting" debts. With the resources of the Exchange, she also waged her own private war against the Hutts, the other party she deemed responsible for her current condition. She blasted her way into the base of the Hutt who she believed had organized the ambush, and after a long, exhausting fight where she gunned down most of his guards, she managed to kill the giant slug by firing off a rocket with her arm inside his throat. Between the Exchange jobs and the Hutts placing a bounty on her head, the next few years of her life consisted of near-constant combat. She liked it that way. Fighting kept her mind off of things, saved her from having to wallow in depression and self-pity.
She rarely touched her lightsaber during this time. The weapon, while deadly, wasn't of much use to her. It attracted too much attention, especially Jedi attention, which she did not want. On the other hand, her skills with blasters grew, with her ability to use dual blasters gaining her a reputation as gunslinger. Her favorite pair of blasters, a set of heavy SoroSuubs, were given to her by her Exchange boss for a particular mission against a group of Mandalorian mercs, where the high stopping power of the blasters proved quite effective against the heavy armor of the mandos.
It was an unfortunate fact that cyborgs were regarded as second-class citizens in the galaxy. This, combined with the hatred of her own appearance, caused Zarene to become more introverted than ever. Her life revolved around her work: killing, fighting, training, and studying. The bright young padawan had turned into deadly, battle-hardened assassin. Part of her though yearned for acceptance and affection. She knew she wasn't going to find it though, and so often channeled her anger and frustrations on those she had been assigned to hunt.
Begin RP...
Hunting a fugitive to Subterrel, Zarene encountered Darth Paxis, who by taking advantage of her anger towards the Jedi, as well as her yearning for acceptance, recruited her into his new Sith Order. For her first mission, she was assigned with fellow Dark Jedi Aeron Creel and Gabriella Fisher, and the trio was sent to the AgriCorps facility on Bakura to "liberate" the many Force adepts who worked there. Though the facility was later retaken by a Jedi force which included two council members, it was not before the Sith had escaped with good number of new initiates.
After the Bakura mission, Zarene attended a gathering of the Sith on Korribban called by Darth Iniquitious. Grouped once again with Aeron and Gabriella, as well as new arrival Ilia Asall, she was given a mission that would test her abilities at assassination, the target being the royal family of Corellia. On top of a high building, Illia lifted Zarene into the air with telekinesis, giving her the vantage point she needed to end the crown prince's life with a single bullet. Meanwhile, Gabriella, working from within and taking advantage of the panic that ensued was able to finish off the rest of the family. During this time, Zarene began a forming a small unrequited crush on Aeron, but after Corellia the man was sent out on different assignments and two had no further interactions.
Prior to the construction of the new Temple, Zarene was known to still take small Exchange jobs on the side. She still maintained contacts within the Exchange spynet, one of the largest information gathering organizations in the galaxy at the time.
During this time, Zarene's personality and outlook began to change. She finally felt that she was a part of something, something important. She became extremely loyal to Iniquitous's vision of creating a new galactic order, agreeing that the Republic and Jedi Order needed to be torn down in order for something new and better to be built. She wanted to be a part of that. She had purpose now. Her anger began to cool, and a calmer, more contemplative side of her began to take over. It was also around this time she began showing some leadership ability, commanding a small group of Sith soldiers during the takeover of the Bakura facility, as well as on later missions.
When the new Sith Lords began choosing their apprentices, Zarene and Gabriella were assigned to Darth Renata. Gabriella's fiery and sadistic personality and Zarene's meticulous calm complemented each other well.
RP Sample:
(( this old rp sample reflects Zarene shortly after her fall ))
She woke up in a cold sweat. It had been that dream again. The alleyway. The grenade. The explosion...
Sitting up, she touched her right cheek, feeling the burnt skin. Just a dream... I'm awake now... Still feeling a bit shaken, she stumbled towards the 'fresher, turned on the light, and stared into the mirror. Same as yesterday, nothing's changed.
She sighed. Sometimes she still thought about that day, wished that somehow that it had only been a bad dream, along with the last two years, and that she would just wake up in the morning as her twenty-year old self, her body whole and with a real future still ahead of her. But if there had been anything that she had learned in the past few years, it was the wishful thinking like that would never change anything. The galaxy was a hard place, and she would have to be strong to survive.
I should just be glad that I'm still alive, and that I have a bed to sleep in, and a job with the Exchange to pay the bills, she thought. But she could have had so much more, if it were not for that one day. There you go with the wishful thinking again, she muttered to herself, heading back towards the bed.
"Not wishful thinking. You could go back, you know."
"Who's there?" She looked around the room. The voice sounded familiar. Suddenly she realized what it was, the voice of her late master.
She looked back towards the mirror, and was surprised to see his image appear next to her reflection. "M-m-m-aster...?" Was this a Force ghost, or was she merely seeing things? "Have you come to berate again, master? To tell me how disappointed in me you are?"
"The anger that you're wallowing in, it's not healthy, Zarene. The Order is forgiving. If you are humble and sincerely show a desire to correct your past mistakes, they would take you walk. You can still be a Jedi Knight."
She stared at him in the mirror, said nothing, as a teardrop slowly formed in the corner of her eye, gradually dripping down her cheek. "No, that bridge's been burned," she said finally, wiping the tear away with a metal finger. "That future is gone. Just leave me alone... Please."
He nodded, his face sad as his image faded away. Zarene turned off the light, climbed back into bed, curling her body into a fetal position, wrapping the blankets around her tightly, and cried softly.
edit: 12/5. Minor edits to appearance. Some grammar, spelling fixes
8/26: grammar fixes
Race: Epicanthix/Cyborg
Age: 25
Height: 6'0'
Weight: 150lbs
Appearance:
Like most of her species, Zarene appears as a tall, dark-haired humanoid. Her build is athletic, on the slender side but with visible muscle. Her hair is black, usually styled with bangs in the front (with an especially long strand in front of each ear) and tied into either a ponytail or a bun in the back. Her eyes are narrow, with differently colored irises: emerald green on the right and brown on the left.
A long face with well-defined cheekbones, with a large burn mark marring the right half, beginning about three-quarters of a inch below the eye and covering most of her cheek. The injury has somewhat constrained the range of motion of her mouth, and so although she can still speak normally, shouting is difficult. Her voice tends to be soft, generally defaulting about halfway between a whisper and normal speaking volume.
Zarene is also missing her right arm, which has been replaced by a mechanical prosthetic. Her mechanical arm was built for strength and utility, not aesthetics, and is armored with interlocking metal plates. The top of her lower arm is able to house one of several modular weapons, most often a short-range launcher capable of shooting small explosive rockets.
In addition to these injuries, Zarene also possesses an assortment of smaller scars and burns that are mostly hidden by normal clothing. The most notable of these include a blaster burn that had entered her back near the left shoulder blade, exiting in front at the top of the shoulder, and a horizontal scar near the top of her right breast. Due to her injuries, several of her internal organs are partially cybernetic or have cybernetic implants in order to keep her alive, including portions of her heart and one lung.
Personality:
To most who meet her, Zarene appears as a stoic, cold, and contemplative individual. She speaks softly and her dealings with others are usual blunt and to-the-point. She is quick of form opinions of others, usually negative, and does not sugarcoat when asked for her thoughts. She has a deadpan and snarky sense of humor that surfaces from time to time.
Due to the fact that her major injuries were the result of a mission that she believes failed due to insufficient planning and intelligence, she is known to be almost obsessive when it comes to gathering intel prior to a mission, and spends excessive amounts of time reading reports and poring over maps. Her training and studies generally means that she is able to make good use of the intelligence that she receives. She often refuses to take action until she feels that she has had a chance to make sufficient preparations, but once she does move, it is with lightning precision. This has causes many of her superiors to compare her battle behavior to a coiled serpent, staying still at first but then suddenly lashing out in a single deadly strike. Once actually in combat, her restraint and deliberateness is often dropped, often being replaced with impulsive aggression.
Zarene does not possess that spark of a leader that inspires others to follow her. When assigned to a leadership position, she is a cold and demanding commander, but one who is fair to her subordinates and refuses to sacrifice them needlessly. She is highly pragmatic, seeing everything as means to an end, and so almost never glories in unnecessary slaughter.
While she normally keeps calm and cool, there are certain subjects that can provoke an immediate angry reaction out of Zarene. Most notable are remarks or behavior that bring derogatory attention to her cyborg nature. The fact that most of the galaxy tends to view cyborgs in a negative light is one of biggest reasons why Zarene prefers to keep to herself and her own solitary hobbies. Due to this discrimination, Zarene feels a certain amount of bitterness and self-loathing, which occasionally manifests itself during missions as a sudden disregard for personal safety and attempting to tackle opponents who are out of her league.
Zarene is inexperienced when it comes to normal social situations, as she rarely interacts with other people outside of missions or other related purposes. Because of this she is often rather awkward during the few social gatherings that she does attend (normally involuntarily), and has little gift for smalltalk.
Zarene is however a bit of a closet romantic, and can become easily flustered (especially in the presence of attractive members of the opposite sex). She also has a fondness for cats, embroidery, and noodles.
Birth place: Panatha
Faction: Sith
Rank: Knight
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi, Exchange, Jedi
Previous Rank: Acolyte, Exchange Assassin/Agent, Padawan
Ship/Vehicles: Crow's Eye, a modified Coulé-Class Starship
Lightsaber: Single-bade, single-phase
Color: Blue
Stats:
Strength - Average
Agility - Superior
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Below Average
Force Stats:
Telekinetic- Expert
Telepathic- Novice
Body- Adept
Sense- Adept
Protection- Novice
Healing:– Unskilled
Destruction– Unskilled
Combat Training:
Hand-to-Hand combat - Adept
Dual Wielding - Expert
Blaster weaponry and firearms - Expert
Throwing weapons - Expert
Force Training:
Ballistakinesis - Expert
Force Whirlwind - Expert
Force Crush - Adept
Other Training:
Piloting - Adept
Stealth - Adept
Slicing - Novice
Languages:
Basic: Fluent
Huttese: Fluent
Epicant: Conversational
Mando'a: Beginner
Lightsaber Training:
Shii-Cho- Adept
Shien/Djem So- Apprentice
Bio:
Zarene's mother was a seamstress on Panatha. Zarene was the result of a brief affair that she had with a man whom she claimed to be a successful businessman, who would one day come back for her. He never did, but Zarene was nevertheless well-loved by her single mother.
Panatha, located in the Outer Rim and not a part of the Republic, did not have its own Jedi Watchman, and so Zarene's Force potential was not discovered until the age of 4. Zarene's mother gave her up for training willingly, knowing that the life of a Jedi offered much more opportunity for her child than that of a seamstress's daughter.
As a youngling, Zarene was considered to be rather studious, a tad overly aggressive during sparring sessions, but otherwise a bit of a wallflower. Her training during this time was fairly ordinary, consisting of all the basic skills that younglings were expected to know. This continued until shortly after her tenth birthday, when a middle-aged knight named Ralth Telvin saw the potential in her, and took the young Epicanthix as his padawan.
The young Zarene had a great amount of respect for her master, and at times thought of him as the father that she never had. Ralth had a lot of confidence in his padawan, and took her on many missions with him across the galaxy. He was also a man who believed very much in each jedi having their own individual strengths and talents, and that the Order gained from such diversity. This philosophy had a huge influence on how Zarene was trained.
When it came to training, Zarene would excel in some areas, yet do quite poorly in others. Her greatest strengths lay in the more physical aspects of the Force, such as telekinesis and enchancing her speed and reflexes with the Force. Daily exercise and training meant that she was in excellent physical shape, which combined with Force Speed and Jumps made her extremely fast and agile. With telekinesis, while she did possess considerable raw power and potential, her real strength lay in the precise manipulation of small objects and maintaining multiple flows simultaneously. This was demonstrated in one of their missions where after being disarmed in a fight with a group of mercenaries, Zarene threw four knives hitting, guiding them to four different targets with her telekinetic abilities.
On the other hand, her Master's attempts to teach her more advanced techniques such as Healing ended in failure more often than not. She had a particular weakness with telepathy, though her master made sure that she at least had a familiarity with defensive techniques to resist telepathic attacks and attempts at mind-reading from others.
Her skill with a lightsaber was average at best, although strangely, she seemed to develop an affinity for blaster weaponry. The same Force-enhanced reflexes that allowed most Jedi to fluidly wield a lightsaber and to block blaster shots helped improve her marksmanship, to slip that crucial shot past an opponent's lightsaber defense. While the Jedi normally did not actively encourage padawans to learn these sorts of weapons, they weren't going to actively stop her from doing so, she was allowed to train in this areas, often spending time at Republic miliatry barracks when the facilities at the Temple proved insufficient. On missions with her master, she always carried a blaster pistol next to her lightsaber.
She was eighteen years old, and considered well on her way to knighthood, when everything changed. It started like a routine peacekeeping mission, a conflict between an outer-rim local government and a Hutt crimelord that just needed a bit of Jedi intervention. But things were a bit more complicated than the Jedi had at first believed. The Hutts had come prepared, and were ready with a deadly ambush. By the time the Jedi sensed the trap, it had already been sprung, and they were caught in a deadly hail of blaster fire.
Ralth tried to cover the escape of the others, and screamed for Zarene to run. She refused, unwilling to leave her master to face the enemy alone. But there were too many, and doing his best to protect both of them, her master fell. Screaming, filled with sorrow and rage, she swung her saber wildly, wanting to kill as many as she could.
Run! Her master's last words echoed through her head, and she obeyed. But the enemy had cut off the escape routes. Ducking into an alleyway, she tried her best to throw off her pursuers, and for a moment it seemed as if she was going get away.
Clink. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the grenade bouncing towards her. Trying to scramble away, she met with a dead end. Instinctively, she threw up her arm to try to shield herself from the blast. She was thrown into the air, the breath knocked out of her, her body bleeding from a dozen shrapnel wounds. Looking up towards the sky, she saw a ship escaping the area, the ship containing the other Jedi. It was the last thing she saw before losing consciousness.
She woke up strapped to a medical time, limbs bound immobile. Shot up with various drugs, she could barely feel her body. The doctor smiled cruelly when he showed her a mirror, and she would have screamed if she could have. Half her face had been disfigured. Her right arm was gone, amputated and replaced with a mechanical prothestic. Various cybernetics had been installed in her body to keep her alive. Her captors quite calmly informed her of where she was: an Exchange facility. The Jedi had abandoned her, left her for dead, and it was only through their intervention that she still breathed. She belonged to them now.
She was left to ponder in silence, and filled with fear, anger, and despair, dark thoughts began to take form in her head. Perhaps a calmer and more rational mind would have made sense of it all, but she was young, traumatized, with no idea how to react. The Jedi had left her to die! She had saw the ship leave! Her master was dead, the person she cared about most in the world. She had always thought that the Jedi Order would be there for her, but when she had needed them the most, where were they? The Order had turned its back on her, and so she would turn her back on the Order.
When she recovered she accepted the offer of the Exchange boss for work. It was not as if she had much of a choice. There was nowhere else for her to go. She took on whatever jobs the Exchange gave her, taking bounties, "collecting" debts. With the resources of the Exchange, she also waged her own private war against the Hutts, the other party she deemed responsible for her current condition. She blasted her way into the base of the Hutt who she believed had organized the ambush, and after a long, exhausting fight where she gunned down most of his guards, she managed to kill the giant slug by firing off a rocket with her arm inside his throat. Between the Exchange jobs and the Hutts placing a bounty on her head, the next few years of her life consisted of near-constant combat. She liked it that way. Fighting kept her mind off of things, saved her from having to wallow in depression and self-pity.
She rarely touched her lightsaber during this time. The weapon, while deadly, wasn't of much use to her. It attracted too much attention, especially Jedi attention, which she did not want. On the other hand, her skills with blasters grew, with her ability to use dual blasters gaining her a reputation as gunslinger. Her favorite pair of blasters, a set of heavy SoroSuubs, were given to her by her Exchange boss for a particular mission against a group of Mandalorian mercs, where the high stopping power of the blasters proved quite effective against the heavy armor of the mandos.
It was an unfortunate fact that cyborgs were regarded as second-class citizens in the galaxy. This, combined with the hatred of her own appearance, caused Zarene to become more introverted than ever. Her life revolved around her work: killing, fighting, training, and studying. The bright young padawan had turned into deadly, battle-hardened assassin. Part of her though yearned for acceptance and affection. She knew she wasn't going to find it though, and so often channeled her anger and frustrations on those she had been assigned to hunt.
Begin RP...
Hunting a fugitive to Subterrel, Zarene encountered Darth Paxis, who by taking advantage of her anger towards the Jedi, as well as her yearning for acceptance, recruited her into his new Sith Order. For her first mission, she was assigned with fellow Dark Jedi Aeron Creel and Gabriella Fisher, and the trio was sent to the AgriCorps facility on Bakura to "liberate" the many Force adepts who worked there. Though the facility was later retaken by a Jedi force which included two council members, it was not before the Sith had escaped with good number of new initiates.
After the Bakura mission, Zarene attended a gathering of the Sith on Korribban called by Darth Iniquitious. Grouped once again with Aeron and Gabriella, as well as new arrival Ilia Asall, she was given a mission that would test her abilities at assassination, the target being the royal family of Corellia. On top of a high building, Illia lifted Zarene into the air with telekinesis, giving her the vantage point she needed to end the crown prince's life with a single bullet. Meanwhile, Gabriella, working from within and taking advantage of the panic that ensued was able to finish off the rest of the family. During this time, Zarene began a forming a small unrequited crush on Aeron, but after Corellia the man was sent out on different assignments and two had no further interactions.
Prior to the construction of the new Temple, Zarene was known to still take small Exchange jobs on the side. She still maintained contacts within the Exchange spynet, one of the largest information gathering organizations in the galaxy at the time.
During this time, Zarene's personality and outlook began to change. She finally felt that she was a part of something, something important. She became extremely loyal to Iniquitous's vision of creating a new galactic order, agreeing that the Republic and Jedi Order needed to be torn down in order for something new and better to be built. She wanted to be a part of that. She had purpose now. Her anger began to cool, and a calmer, more contemplative side of her began to take over. It was also around this time she began showing some leadership ability, commanding a small group of Sith soldiers during the takeover of the Bakura facility, as well as on later missions.
When the new Sith Lords began choosing their apprentices, Zarene and Gabriella were assigned to Darth Renata. Gabriella's fiery and sadistic personality and Zarene's meticulous calm complemented each other well.
RP Sample:
(( this old rp sample reflects Zarene shortly after her fall ))
She woke up in a cold sweat. It had been that dream again. The alleyway. The grenade. The explosion...
Sitting up, she touched her right cheek, feeling the burnt skin. Just a dream... I'm awake now... Still feeling a bit shaken, she stumbled towards the 'fresher, turned on the light, and stared into the mirror. Same as yesterday, nothing's changed.
She sighed. Sometimes she still thought about that day, wished that somehow that it had only been a bad dream, along with the last two years, and that she would just wake up in the morning as her twenty-year old self, her body whole and with a real future still ahead of her. But if there had been anything that she had learned in the past few years, it was the wishful thinking like that would never change anything. The galaxy was a hard place, and she would have to be strong to survive.
I should just be glad that I'm still alive, and that I have a bed to sleep in, and a job with the Exchange to pay the bills, she thought. But she could have had so much more, if it were not for that one day. There you go with the wishful thinking again, she muttered to herself, heading back towards the bed.
"Not wishful thinking. You could go back, you know."
"Who's there?" She looked around the room. The voice sounded familiar. Suddenly she realized what it was, the voice of her late master.
She looked back towards the mirror, and was surprised to see his image appear next to her reflection. "M-m-m-aster...?" Was this a Force ghost, or was she merely seeing things? "Have you come to berate again, master? To tell me how disappointed in me you are?"
"The anger that you're wallowing in, it's not healthy, Zarene. The Order is forgiving. If you are humble and sincerely show a desire to correct your past mistakes, they would take you walk. You can still be a Jedi Knight."
She stared at him in the mirror, said nothing, as a teardrop slowly formed in the corner of her eye, gradually dripping down her cheek. "No, that bridge's been burned," she said finally, wiping the tear away with a metal finger. "That future is gone. Just leave me alone... Please."
He nodded, his face sad as his image faded away. Zarene turned off the light, climbed back into bed, curling her body into a fetal position, wrapping the blankets around her tightly, and cried softly.
edit: 12/5. Minor edits to appearance. Some grammar, spelling fixes
8/26: grammar fixes
