Post by Neology on Aug 7, 2007 17:40:57 GMT -5
Name: Darth Novus, formerly Lidah Faine
Race: Arkanian (Sephi Offshoot)
Age: Thirty
Birthplace: A mining camp on the edge of Adascopolis, Arkania.
Allegiance: The Sith Order
Status: Member of the Inner Sanctum
Rank: Darth
Appearance:
Standing at just under six feet and as fair as the frozen tundra of her homeworld, Darth Novus cuts an impressive figure. Snow white hair falls in soft waves to just past her shoulders, framing a wide face, pointed chin, and crooked smile. Pointed ears, a undeniable mark of Sephi heritage, poke through stubbornly no matter her efforts. Icy blue eyes peer out from under arched brows and a fringe of smokey lashes, gleaming with a cunning, active intellect.
Despite an enduring interest in Galactic fashion, the Dark Lady selects clothing to match her needs – a tool, or weapon, for every job. Heels when she wants to intimidate, boots when she needs to run or fight, and so on. Her wardrobe at the temple contains examples of everything from the latest high fashion to a pauper's rags. Among all this, she possesses a vehement disdain for the dark robes traditionally worn by the Order and foregoes armor in combat.
Long of limb and lithely muscled, the Arkanian exudes a precise sort of confidence and an echo of feline grace in her movements. Though she does not always carry her lightsabers, Darth Novus is never unarmed.
Personality:
The face Novus presents to the world is cold, collected, and viciously intelligent. It is, more or less, an honest portrayal. She enjoys puzzles and games, the sterile distance between oneself and the board. If afforded the luxury, that is how she prefers to approach problems - methodically ripping them apart, wings first.
She lies easily and well, but finds genuine conversation cumbersome and awkward. Empathy is almost a foreign concept to her, yet she tries to avoid needless cruelty. Novus simply values pragmatism too much for that.
The Sith Order is a paradox that she regards with both pride and self loathing. She believes that the Empire exists as a much needed second choice, apart from the sprawling Republic or lawlessness of Hutt space. Yet despite the Order's veneration of personal freedom, Novus is fully aware that she'll never be able leave it alive.
She regards her time as a Jedi with a sort of wistful nostalgia. "What if none of this had ever happened to me?" As such, she treats current and former Jedi with a respect that is absent in her dealings with other Sith.
Ships/Vehicles: NZT-331 (Link)
Familiar: Ashardalon (Link)
Equipment: Lightsaber x 2 (Standard size, red color crystal, ivory inlaid hilts), Blaster Pistol, Vibroknife, Utility belt (Contains encrypted comlink, survival rations, grappling spike launcher, rebreather, medpac, spare power pack), Datapad, Stealth Field Generator
Stats:
Strength: Below Average
Agility: Superior
Intelligence: Superior
Charisma: Below Average
Force Stats:
Telekinetic: Apprentice
Telepathic: Expert
Body: Adept
Sense: Adept
Protection: Novice
Healing: Unskilled
Destruction: Adept
Force Training:
Force Stealth: Master
Beast Control: Expert
Sith Alchemy: Expert
Lightsaber Training:
Shii-Cho: Expert
Niman: Master
>>Sub-form Jar-kai: Specialist
Combat Training:
Light Bladed Weapons: Master
Firearms: Adept
Kickboxing: Apprentice
Other Training:
Stealth: Expert
Piloting: Apprentice
Wilderness Survival: Apprentice
History: Lidah remembers very little of her first few years of life on Arkania. Her mother was a miner who worked in the planet’s famous gem mines. She never met her father, too young at the time to realize or be bothered by his absence. At the age of three her sensitivity to the force was discovered and the Jedi took her for training among their order. She was lucky in this, or so she considers herself – leaving behind a society that would never treat her as more then a second-class citizen. She prefers not to think about what life would have been like otherwise.
As a youngling, Lidah excelled in her training. She showed remarkable skill in both manipulating the Force as well as early training with the lightsaber, though she particularly disliked study and most other activities requiring her to be still for long periods of time. Even then, she was impulsive and possessed of a short temper, flaws her teachers would seek to correct.
Shortly after her tenth birthday, Lidah was selected by a Master Delwhi to be his padawan learner. As with every previous challenge, she constructed her sabers with uncommon precision for one so young.
Under Delwhi’s watchful eye Lidah became a skilled Jedi, learning to utilize both Shien and Djem So with great skill, as well as a superior proficiency with the Force. She never truly conquered her emotions, instead learning to hide and, eventually, focus them. Throughout the following years of training she continued to flourish, it coming as no surprise that shortly after her eighteenth birthday Master Delwhi recommend her for the Jedi trials of knighthood.
The Nar Shaddaa mission seemed simple enough. Master and padawan would investigate a smuggling operation whose members tended to be unusually violent, and, ideally, find out who was backing them. The investigation took weeks but produced disturbing results – the organization bore more semblances to a cult then anything, its leader shrouded in as much mystery as when they began. The two transmitted their findings back to the temple and received further orders only hours later. They would infiltrate the group’s base and confront its leader, preferably in a way that would minimize loss of life were things to come to blows as they inevitably did.
The pair traded their robes for civilian clothing and snuck into the dilapidated warehouse, its interior heavily modified in that some parts were almost maze-like in their design, that severed as the group’s base of operations. It didn’t take long for the Jedi to find the group’s leader, kneeling in meditation within a small, private sanctuary. Lidah remembers little of what happened in that room; only that she was thrown against the wall and held there. Fear grew within her, though it seemed distant through a haze of pain, and she put up little struggle against her invisible bonds.
The moments seemed like hours, the crackle of saber against saber and the sound of boot on stone seeming to echo in her perception. Yet the fighting lasted only minutes, if that, and soon there was only the sound of labored breathing to break the silence. Slowly, the force that had her penned relented and Lidah slipped to the floor, rubbing her wrists and struggling for breath. Only then did it dawn on her that both the dark force user and her master lay unmoving and she hastened to his side.
”You must …” Delwhi drew a long, wheezing breath that broke into a cough. ”You must tell the council it was you who struck the killing blow.”
“I-I can’t…” He cut her off, rare steel to his voice.
“You must.”
“Yes, Master.”
Lidah returned the lightsaber of her fallen master to the Coruscant temple along with a full report of what they found on Nar Shaddaa, lying to the council as per Master Delwhi’s final request. Soon after she was knighted, though there was no joy in it for her.
Just under eight years of service to the order passed quickly, the young knight continually focused on keeping herself busy. Her skills grew ever more precise, like a good blade, but she remained distant from her fellow Jedi, unwilling to allow herself to become close to anyone again after tasting loss.
She favored missions with a good chance of combat and danger and preferred to work alone. No surprise, then, that she survived more then a few close calls and still bares the scars of her mistakes. It was not such a mission that left her in her current predicament, tortured by dark Jedi hands and stranded on Korriban.
Lidah and two younger knights would be sent to check up on a remote settlement. They never got there. Instead, a larger cruiser, captained by a dark Jedi of some skill, intercepted their small shuttle. Unable to fight back against such numbers, much less do so in the cramped spaces of their own ship, the Jedi were stripped of their weapons and imprisoned separately.
The three would be tortured unto the point of breaking, and while Lidah would like to say she remained stoic and brave in the face of pain and death, she would have promised anything to make it stop. In a sense, she did, for the dark Jedi took interest his Arkanian captive, and allowed her to make good on her promise to join their dark order in exchange for her life. To prove her sincerity, all she had to do was take the lives of her comrades. She hesitated only for the span of a breath, beheading the two bound Jedi with one of her lightsabers, briefly returned for the task. Satisfied, the dark Jedi brought her to the academy on Korriban.
Lidah’s stay there was short – despite her pledge to her former captor she had no intention of staying put. First, she set about constructing a new pair of lightsabers and soon after she purchased a small blaster with academy credits. Dimly, she still hoped that the Jedi would find her, though she recognized the futility of such hope. Even were it to happen there was no going back now, innocent blood on her hands and the seed of darkness planted in her heart.
And so she planned an escape, fleeing into the wilderness with little more then her weapons and a stolen generator. A cave made a decent shelter, once she dealt with the shyracks that called the place home. For the following weeks she would observe the academy and nearby settlements, waiting for a chance to get herself off planet.
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Race: Arkanian (Sephi Offshoot)
Age: Thirty
Birthplace: A mining camp on the edge of Adascopolis, Arkania.
Allegiance: The Sith Order
Status: Member of the Inner Sanctum
Rank: Darth
Appearance:
Standing at just under six feet and as fair as the frozen tundra of her homeworld, Darth Novus cuts an impressive figure. Snow white hair falls in soft waves to just past her shoulders, framing a wide face, pointed chin, and crooked smile. Pointed ears, a undeniable mark of Sephi heritage, poke through stubbornly no matter her efforts. Icy blue eyes peer out from under arched brows and a fringe of smokey lashes, gleaming with a cunning, active intellect.
Despite an enduring interest in Galactic fashion, the Dark Lady selects clothing to match her needs – a tool, or weapon, for every job. Heels when she wants to intimidate, boots when she needs to run or fight, and so on. Her wardrobe at the temple contains examples of everything from the latest high fashion to a pauper's rags. Among all this, she possesses a vehement disdain for the dark robes traditionally worn by the Order and foregoes armor in combat.
Long of limb and lithely muscled, the Arkanian exudes a precise sort of confidence and an echo of feline grace in her movements. Though she does not always carry her lightsabers, Darth Novus is never unarmed.
Personality:
The face Novus presents to the world is cold, collected, and viciously intelligent. It is, more or less, an honest portrayal. She enjoys puzzles and games, the sterile distance between oneself and the board. If afforded the luxury, that is how she prefers to approach problems - methodically ripping them apart, wings first.
She lies easily and well, but finds genuine conversation cumbersome and awkward. Empathy is almost a foreign concept to her, yet she tries to avoid needless cruelty. Novus simply values pragmatism too much for that.
The Sith Order is a paradox that she regards with both pride and self loathing. She believes that the Empire exists as a much needed second choice, apart from the sprawling Republic or lawlessness of Hutt space. Yet despite the Order's veneration of personal freedom, Novus is fully aware that she'll never be able leave it alive.
She regards her time as a Jedi with a sort of wistful nostalgia. "What if none of this had ever happened to me?" As such, she treats current and former Jedi with a respect that is absent in her dealings with other Sith.
Ships/Vehicles: NZT-331 (Link)
Familiar: Ashardalon (Link)
Equipment: Lightsaber x 2 (Standard size, red color crystal, ivory inlaid hilts), Blaster Pistol, Vibroknife, Utility belt (Contains encrypted comlink, survival rations, grappling spike launcher, rebreather, medpac, spare power pack), Datapad, Stealth Field Generator
Stats:
Strength: Below Average
Agility: Superior
Intelligence: Superior
Charisma: Below Average
Force Stats:
Telekinetic: Apprentice
Telepathic: Expert
Body: Adept
Sense: Adept
Protection: Novice
Healing: Unskilled
Destruction: Adept
Force Training:
Force Stealth: Master
Beast Control: Expert
Sith Alchemy: Expert
Lightsaber Training:
Shii-Cho: Expert
Niman: Master
>>Sub-form Jar-kai: Specialist
Combat Training:
Light Bladed Weapons: Master
Firearms: Adept
Kickboxing: Apprentice
Other Training:
Stealth: Expert
Piloting: Apprentice
Wilderness Survival: Apprentice
History: Lidah remembers very little of her first few years of life on Arkania. Her mother was a miner who worked in the planet’s famous gem mines. She never met her father, too young at the time to realize or be bothered by his absence. At the age of three her sensitivity to the force was discovered and the Jedi took her for training among their order. She was lucky in this, or so she considers herself – leaving behind a society that would never treat her as more then a second-class citizen. She prefers not to think about what life would have been like otherwise.
As a youngling, Lidah excelled in her training. She showed remarkable skill in both manipulating the Force as well as early training with the lightsaber, though she particularly disliked study and most other activities requiring her to be still for long periods of time. Even then, she was impulsive and possessed of a short temper, flaws her teachers would seek to correct.
Shortly after her tenth birthday, Lidah was selected by a Master Delwhi to be his padawan learner. As with every previous challenge, she constructed her sabers with uncommon precision for one so young.
Under Delwhi’s watchful eye Lidah became a skilled Jedi, learning to utilize both Shien and Djem So with great skill, as well as a superior proficiency with the Force. She never truly conquered her emotions, instead learning to hide and, eventually, focus them. Throughout the following years of training she continued to flourish, it coming as no surprise that shortly after her eighteenth birthday Master Delwhi recommend her for the Jedi trials of knighthood.
The Nar Shaddaa mission seemed simple enough. Master and padawan would investigate a smuggling operation whose members tended to be unusually violent, and, ideally, find out who was backing them. The investigation took weeks but produced disturbing results – the organization bore more semblances to a cult then anything, its leader shrouded in as much mystery as when they began. The two transmitted their findings back to the temple and received further orders only hours later. They would infiltrate the group’s base and confront its leader, preferably in a way that would minimize loss of life were things to come to blows as they inevitably did.
The pair traded their robes for civilian clothing and snuck into the dilapidated warehouse, its interior heavily modified in that some parts were almost maze-like in their design, that severed as the group’s base of operations. It didn’t take long for the Jedi to find the group’s leader, kneeling in meditation within a small, private sanctuary. Lidah remembers little of what happened in that room; only that she was thrown against the wall and held there. Fear grew within her, though it seemed distant through a haze of pain, and she put up little struggle against her invisible bonds.
The moments seemed like hours, the crackle of saber against saber and the sound of boot on stone seeming to echo in her perception. Yet the fighting lasted only minutes, if that, and soon there was only the sound of labored breathing to break the silence. Slowly, the force that had her penned relented and Lidah slipped to the floor, rubbing her wrists and struggling for breath. Only then did it dawn on her that both the dark force user and her master lay unmoving and she hastened to his side.
”You must …” Delwhi drew a long, wheezing breath that broke into a cough. ”You must tell the council it was you who struck the killing blow.”
“I-I can’t…” He cut her off, rare steel to his voice.
“You must.”
“Yes, Master.”
Lidah returned the lightsaber of her fallen master to the Coruscant temple along with a full report of what they found on Nar Shaddaa, lying to the council as per Master Delwhi’s final request. Soon after she was knighted, though there was no joy in it for her.
Just under eight years of service to the order passed quickly, the young knight continually focused on keeping herself busy. Her skills grew ever more precise, like a good blade, but she remained distant from her fellow Jedi, unwilling to allow herself to become close to anyone again after tasting loss.
She favored missions with a good chance of combat and danger and preferred to work alone. No surprise, then, that she survived more then a few close calls and still bares the scars of her mistakes. It was not such a mission that left her in her current predicament, tortured by dark Jedi hands and stranded on Korriban.
Lidah and two younger knights would be sent to check up on a remote settlement. They never got there. Instead, a larger cruiser, captained by a dark Jedi of some skill, intercepted their small shuttle. Unable to fight back against such numbers, much less do so in the cramped spaces of their own ship, the Jedi were stripped of their weapons and imprisoned separately.
The three would be tortured unto the point of breaking, and while Lidah would like to say she remained stoic and brave in the face of pain and death, she would have promised anything to make it stop. In a sense, she did, for the dark Jedi took interest his Arkanian captive, and allowed her to make good on her promise to join their dark order in exchange for her life. To prove her sincerity, all she had to do was take the lives of her comrades. She hesitated only for the span of a breath, beheading the two bound Jedi with one of her lightsabers, briefly returned for the task. Satisfied, the dark Jedi brought her to the academy on Korriban.
Lidah’s stay there was short – despite her pledge to her former captor she had no intention of staying put. First, she set about constructing a new pair of lightsabers and soon after she purchased a small blaster with academy credits. Dimly, she still hoped that the Jedi would find her, though she recognized the futility of such hope. Even were it to happen there was no going back now, innocent blood on her hands and the seed of darkness planted in her heart.
And so she planned an escape, fleeing into the wilderness with little more then her weapons and a stolen generator. A cave made a decent shelter, once she dealt with the shyracks that called the place home. For the following weeks she would observe the academy and nearby settlements, waiting for a chance to get herself off planet.
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