Post by Nightender on Feb 11, 2010 6:03:55 GMT -5
Name: Alindra Vordrinn
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 126 lbs.
Appearance: Always wearing a sweet smile behind her honey blonde hair, Alindra does everything she can to look pretty and appealing. Her sea green eyes flash with kindness, her movements remain deceptively delicate. She dresses comfortably when appropriate, but tries to look elegant whenever she can, if only to draw attention to herself. When dressed elegantly, Alindra is drawn to wearing reds and blacks more often than not, though she refuses to limit herself by color choices. Everything must suit the occasion with Alindra, if only so she can steer things the way she likes. Should she be dressed comfortably, it is likely Alindra means to act, leaving all subtleties behind her.
Birth place: Outside of Stutgardd, Almania in the Vordrinn family home
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Neophyte
Bio:
Before being Taken
The only daughter of Jarkri and Tricia Vordrinn, Alindra was born into a simple family of farmers. Neither of high renown or importance, the Vordrinn family kept quiet and out of the affairs of others. This made them perfect targets of mercenaries looking to make a few credits by acquiring slaves.
Alindra was five and had no idea what mercenaries were, aside from being bad people. She was playing by herself when they came, ambushing her in the plains a short distance from where she lived. As she screamed for help, her parents both came running, but couldn't keep up. Nor would they risk firing at the speeders carrying their daughter away, out of fear of hurting her.
Hours later, she found herself on board a transport, along with a few other children, all being taken to a new, harder life. When one of the mercenaries started looking at Alindra with an expression overcome with need, another of the group stopped him, noting that virgins were worth more, and little slaves sometimes grow pretty in time. Alindra didn't know what they meant, only that she was afraid.
Life as a Slave
Thrown into a life of forced mining, Alindra wondered where she was. She knew nothing of space travel and the time such trips took, so she was lost to all things, not only to herself but to her parents as well. If she were in Kessel, she wouldn't have known it; she barely understood that there were worlds other than Almania.
Not knowing any of her masters and overseers, when Alindra was told to work, she rarely did so at first. Her back and shoulders met a harsh whipping, something she had never experienced before. The whipping was harsh and bit into her left shoulder, leaving a faint line that would never fade, even as she aged.. After repeated whippings and even a round of being denied food, Alindra came to toil with the rest of the slaves, mostly children crawling around small holes, priming charges for deeper excavation. She was also made to climb around inside some drilling machinery, since she was so small.
Eventually, when Alindra was eleven, she began to grow, enough that she could no longer fit in the small holes. She was trained to use larger tools and equipment, but feared what may happen if she were to lose control of what she was doing. Her previous punishments still haunted her, especially when anyone brushed against her left side.
As she approached maturity, her owners realized she would grow to be quite lovely and possessed a natural form fit for more sensual services. When she was fourteen, Alindra was sold to Malkith Alko, a prosperous merchant who specialized in providing entertaining servants to those wealthier than he was. Cleaned from head to toe, with her hair brushed and untangled for the first time in years, Alindra was directed to study finer arts.
Servant and Dancer
Prospective palace slaves were coached in all manners of etiquette and poise. Alko's servants were all said to possess the most obedient demeanor and perfect appearance. Alindra attended all these things and complied with everything she was told to do. For the first time in years, she wasn't in pain.
Her first service was to carry trays around at a party. She didn't know she was serving a group of politicians on Coruscant, if she had, she may have asked about her family and if she would ever see them again. Of course, none of the politicians would have taken her seriously, since they would not have believed she was a slave--Alindra was far too refined and appealing to the eyes to be a slave. They were a distant memory for her, seldom thought of, especially when she was dressed in indiscreet clothing.
Distracted for a moment, she collided with several guests, nearly losing all the trays she was carrying. Spinning on her toes, Alindra not only caught the trays, but managed to twirl out of the way. When she stopped, she apologized and got away as fast as she could, terrified that she would at last be punished, like she had been in the mines.
Instead, the scene became a happy accident. Alko summoned Alindra and told her he had special plans for her. Her natural balance, combined with her frame and body shape singled her out for a much more exclusive duty, serving as a palace dancer. It was something of a promotion, but demanded she study longer hours and undertake numerous trials to maintain a pose for longer than she thought possible. When she did these exercises, it cleared her head, leaving her little to think about, allowing her to enjoy the moment.
But in feeling hope and peace, she finally understood despair. When those moments ended and the reality of life returned to Alindra's mind, she became depressed. It was something she could never let anyone else know about, especially Alko. Alindra was afraid that if someone thought she was unhappy with her role, she might be dismissed as a dancer.
To protect herself, Alindra learned to disguise how she felt. by the time she was seventeen, Alindra had became more than adept at putting on a beautiful smile, regardless of the situation. When others saw her smile, they could not see how she felt. They only thought her happy and content with her role in life. She knew it because she felt it when someone looked at her, an impression of their feelings became present in her mind, though she thought it was nothing more than her imagination, or perhaps an understanding of their body language.
Nocturnal Activities
Alko was a pazzak player whenever he found a game he felt was worth playing. Simple stakes weren't enough for him and he never understood the words "cheap" or "inexpensive." Many times, he would play for money. Sometimes he'd play for ships or land. When Alindra was nineteen, Alko bet a few favors, one of which was use of one of his girls. Alko never thought of himself as a pimp, preferring to ensure services that were visible to a wide audience. He arranged such things from time to time, making sure he was well paid for his trouble.
Losing one of these games meant that he had to line all his girls up for the winner, a man who advertised himself as Mandalorian with the clan markings on his arms. He looked over the girls, making sure he picked one he would really like.
Alindra was confused. Rumors rolled around when they assembled that Alko was selling one of them. They all felt uneasy, more than usual. Twenty-one girls present from Alko's stable of slaves and not one of them knew what was really happening. Refined over a few years, Alindra put on a smile, knowing she had to do it to shield herself. If she acted any differently from usual, she might draw even more attention to herself. She felt it was safer for her to maintain her appearance just as she always did.
Out of the group, Alindra was the only one that didn't seem fearful when the Mandalorian passed. He noticed her smile and remembered it, even when looking at the rest of the girls. Inevitably, he pointed at Alindra, saying he wanted her.
She was cleaned up, given new clothes, painted in makeup. Alko told her she looked beautiful, and Alindra knew he hated himself for saying it. A while later, she was taken to a hotel, as it was a neutral place, and sent to the Mandalorian. He took little time, going directly for his prize.
Alindra had never known anything like what she felt. There was something welling in her chest, a hatred she had never felt before. Rage began to boil deep inside her and she wanted to lash out, but could do nothing of the sort. Fourteen years of servitude and enslavement told her she had no right to disobey. So it continued to happen and she hated it and hated herself for not being able to do anything about it.
Escape
Though she returned to Alko intact, Alindra had been used. Something inside her said she should be able to choose, not simply be chosen. She continued to dance, but it gave her no comfort. She kept smiling at others and it just drew more attention. The Mandalorian had talked about his experience and others were coming to Alko wanting to know more.
At first, Alko hesitated, not wanting to use his stable in that way. But the offers kept growing and he found it harder to resist. In time, he farmed out some of the girls, just to test things out. Alindra saw the others coming back and she could feel they felt as she did. It was getting easier for her to know what others felt, so much there were occasions she could almost tell what they were thinking, or at least she told herself as much.
Her turn did come again and she knew she didn't want to go. Every unexpressed feeling in her heart was congealing, becoming a hidden mass of frustration. Alindra did not want it, not the servitude, not the mining, not even the dancing. She just wanted to go home to Almania, to be a little girl and play again.
When she was dressed, she let her feet step forward, keeping in line with everything that had been expected of her. She had been made beautiful, but she didn't feel it. Her smile was even subdued, but still present. She had to get away, but did not know how. She reported to the proper room and was allowed in. But when she felt the back of her neck being kissed, she could obey no longer.
It didn't matter to Alindra that the Twi'lek had actually thought her attractive. It didn't matter that he wanted to make her feel good. Alindra knew these things, as well as the fact that it required her to obey. She spun and tried to push the Twi'lek away. Her strength wasn't that great, especially compared to the larger male. He tried to hold her, but that only frustrated her more. The attack couldn't continue for long and it only took the Twi'lek a few moments to restrain Alindra.
A thought came to Alindra, that she should break her chains. Something inside her, hidden in the shadows of her soul knew she could find freedom herself. Every drop of strength poured out into her arms, knocking the Twi'lek to the floor. Alindra fell as well, not knowing her own strength. The Twi'lek approached her again, still wanting to calm her, but it did not matter. Alindra pushed out her hands and unleashed her hate, punching and clawing at his face; she had never fought anyone before. Enraged, she grabbed the first thing she could, finding herself strangling the Twi'lek with the tendrils on his own head. Alindra didn't have to check the body to know she'd killed him and she didn't have any doubts that she had done it.
She took the Twi'lek's money and data cards. He had a blaster, but she left it. Blasters were a complete mystery to Alindra, since she'd never held one before. Carrying a blaster out in the open would have been obvious, and she just had to get away.
Cold Correllian wind blew past her face when she walked out of the hotel. The escorts that Alko had sent with Alindra started to follow her, knowing she hadn't been upstairs for long. She recognized their approach and ran. They followed her and began to close in. She hadn't trained for long-distance running, so they caught up to her quickly. Both had their blasters set to stun, but didn't want to risk any additional damage to Alindra; Alko had invested a lot of money on her.
They didn't get the chance to fire. The shadows inside Alindra spoke to her again, telling her she was nearly free. All she had to do was fight once more. They had expected Alindra to be meek and evasive, never to shift to an attack. The first man, she punched as hard as the could, knocking him off balance; the other, she clutched where his pants legs met and squeezed, growling as she did. A moment later, her arms were pinned by the first man, but she would not be stopped. Alindra swung her head back, knocking the first man down again. To the second, she turned, jumping forward with a vicious bite to the throat.
When the first man saw this, saw the cute dancing girl sprayed with blood on her mouth and hands, he didn't know what else to do. He simply turned and ran; Alko didn't pay him enough to get killed by a rabid slave.
In that moment, Alindra was free. She wiped her mouth and took her latest victim's jacket, needing something to keep her warm as she searched for a spaceport.
Back on Almania
Alindra had to ask around to find directions to the Vordrinn farm. She never really knew her way around as a child and as an adult, she had run out of money just trying to get back to Almania. She didn't reveal much about herself, just saying she was trying to find Tricia and Jarkri Vordrinn.
It had taken her months to get back to Almania, and more months just to find a way home. She scavenged a life on the streets during her journey, keeping her head down and staying on the move. No one tried to do anything to her, so she didn't unleash her newfound potential. It was a long road, but, after years lost, she made it home.
Her parents looked older, a bit of gray coming into their hair, but only enough to distinguish them. Her father had grown a mustache, her mother had taken a shorter hairstyle. She timidly approached, not sure what to do or say. It took her a few minutes when they saw her for her to say who she was. At first, they didn't want to believe it, couldn't really. It had been so long since they had lost their little Alindra.
They fed her and let her wash up. They gave her clean clothes, modest, comfortable clothes for the first time since she was five. They had her rest, but not in her old room; it wasn't ready for her. When she asked why, they said Laira was using it, though they didn't explain things further.
Laira appeared a few hours later. She was eleven and sweet, covered in honey blonde curls just like her older sister. Alindra looked at Laira and couldn't stop herself from giving the girl a hug. Neither had known the other existed, but something inside them both assured them they were connected.
Alindra tried to adjust, but found herself doing exactly as she was always told. The ability for her to defy others had become absent from her life and was underdeveloped. She was glad to be home and to have her mother and father and sister, but she was not happy. Alindra thought about her escape, how she'd killed at least one man to do it. The freedom she craved had come and all she could do was think about how she escaped.
Her dreams were uneasy. When they weren't filled with a dying Twi'lek or a large Mandalorian, they were filled with a dark hallway or valley. The light was going out and she didn't know what to do. She couldn't run from it since it was the only thing that let her free, but something about it made her uneasy and, in her dreams, she always backed into a corner to see if it would pass. It only grew closer.
She would wake up just as tired as when she fell asleep. Tending to chores just exhausted her more. When her mother asked if she was sleeping well, Alindra snapped at her and said she wanted to be left alone.
No one asked the details of Alindra's life, so she was stuck thinking about them in silence. She never told any of the other slaves what she felt, out of fear of being overheard and punished. Her past was her true scar and it started to bleed onto her life. She watched as Laira excelled in school, being advanced as much as a little girl could be. Alindra's education had been a slave's education, which brought with it no degree an no honors.
Her dreams became more oppressive and her discomfort became greater. Living on a farm felt no different than working in a mine or serving drinks at a banquet. Alindra was still confined. Leaving the farm, she took nothing with her, only saying to her family in a note that she had to leave.
The Wilderness
In the wild, away from civilization, Alindra learned to live off her own wits. She was slower than most of the wildlife, giving her great difficulty catching any live food. Of the plants she foraged upon, some began to make her feel ill, though, after a few days rest, Alindra did recover.
Alindra found herself in competition with a group of thernbees living in the mountains. Everything she went after, they went after, plants, smaller animals, even fruit. They always beat her to a chosen meal. One night, as she drifted to sleep, she began to sense something edging into her mind. It didn't dawn upon Alindra that the thernbees were psychic. The pink beast was curious about her, wondering why she was always nearby. It was prodding her mind, looking for something. She tried to close the thernbee out, but wasn't sure how. Rage boiled in her mind, left from the little pains of her life all congealing into a single mass of memory.
The thernbee was shocked at how quickly it was pushed out of Alindra's thoughts. Alindra stalked toward the creature, furious that it would violate her privacy so. Her gaze was filled with hate and hunger, causing the thernbee to turn and run. Alindra was tired of being hungry so she sprinted after the beast, allowing herself to move faster than she thought possible. Out of instinct, she pounced upon the beast and locked it's jaws closed with her hands. Needing something to kill her prey, she leaned down toward its neck and bit deep through the pink skin. Once the beast was slain, Alindra ate, wasting no time. Her thirst was enough that she even drank the beast's blood.
For over a year, Alindra stayed in the wild, living off what ever she could take or kill. She began to rely on her teeth and, once they were long enough to be sharpened, her fingernails. These were more reliable for killing, especially when she found her strength increasing and her instincts sharpening.
The Crone
During her time in the wild plains and mountains of her home world, Alindra would occasionally see an odd light in the distance. Not a searchlight, or really even a torch, but something small, radiant. It called out to her just seeing it and Alindra wanted to get a better look.
Only at night would she see the dirty yellow light and only for a moment at a time. As she found herself closer to the light, she would hear sounds of death and agony. Sometimes she would hear an eerie hum or see sparks just before the light ceased. By the time she had started catching up to the smaller animals, Alindra started to see that the light she sought was being held by another person.
A few nights later, Alindra did not see the light, but instead saw its owner. An old woman wearing thick robes of an aged color stood over her, waiting for Alindra to notice. Despite the rickety false leg she wore, the old woman was able to leap away faster than Alindra's first kill in the wild. Night after night, the old woman would do this, each night seeing how close Alindra would let her come.
After a week, when the old woman came into Alindra's presence, Alindra would ask what the light was. Cursing her for depriving her of anything new, the old woman stormed off, retreating into some hidden cave.
The next morning, the old woman appeared again, telling Alindra to go home as the wilderness was no place for a stupid girl who only had wasted potential. The old woman hadn't needed to sleep, so she just waited for a better opportunity to find Alindra to ward her off. Apparently, Alindra's dreams were loud and kept the old woman awake, although Alindra thought the old woman's milky eyes might have something to do with it as well.
For some time, the game continued. The old woman would appear at odd times and tell Alindra to go home or, if Alindra was asleep, try to sneak up on her. Eventually, the old woman would tire of the previous games and try out something new, but it became clear to both women that as much as they might try to get away from one another, they kept coming across each other again and again.
Eventually, the old woman asked Alindra what she wanted. Having had so little, Alindra simply said she wanted to see the light. The old woman laughed and pulled a small device from her robes. Hitting a switch on the side of it, the device projected out a long beam of dirty yellow light. As soon as the old woman confirmed it was a lightsaber, sparks shot out of it and the light vanished. As soon as the beam was gone, the old woman asked Alindra what she wanted, now that she'd seen the light.
It was a confusing idea. Alindra hadn't asked herself what she wanted, not really. She had wanted things, but she started to think about the question in a greater sense. Ultimately, what did Alindra want? That was the real question, hidden behind the old woman's poking and prodding, either that or the woman really wanted rid of Alindra.
Alindra told the old woman that she wanted a palace, filled with beautiful things that belonged only to her. She wanted others to kneel before her the way she had knelt to her masters in the past. She wanted to be feared, the way she had feared Alko, even though he had been mostly kind to her.
The old woman laughed and congratulated the Jedi on letting another hopeful slip through their fingers. Alindra didn't understand, until the old woman explained that somewhere in Alindra's past, the Jedi should have trained one of her ancestors, but didn't. If they had, the old woman suggested Alindra would not be roaming around the wilderness.
From then, the old woman appointed herself Alindra's teacher, citing a desire to not see determination or potential wasted. Sneaking up on Alindra each day had only been the start of the training. The old woman was determined that Alindra would unlock something more or run home as soon as possible.
Since Alindra stayed, she received more training. She learned to run faster when the moment called for it, jump higher if she needed to reach a higher ledge. Alindra even started to find she could express the Force outside of her body, as though she were throwing a punch. The old woman took pride in seeing Alindra using the Force to manipulate things in front of her.
For two weeks after, Alindra did not see the old woman, nor any light from a distance. It was an absence she felt, for the crone was the only person she had to talk to, her family and all the galaxy's society left behind her. Though her life in the wild was stable, Alindra started to understand it was not where she belonged. Her hunting continued, unceasing, rampaging from dusk to dusk. Alindra slept when she had to, rested only when it was absolutely necessary. She felt more lost than ever.
In the mountains, Alindra came to find a cavern. An empty wheezing came from inside. Alindra crept into the dimply lit chamber, drifting closer to the small fire inside. Rot blew around the air, nearly poisoning Alindra's nose. The remains of a pair of thernbees waited just inside the door, one of which had blood all over its mouth. Inside, she began to realize it was the smell of death, and it was a death she should have expected.
The old woman held out a glowing hemisphere, waiting for Alindra to take it. There was a large bite wound in the old woman's side, her robes crusted in a rusted crimson. Anger seeped through the old woman's lips as she briefly noted her lightsaber had cut out on her while fighting several thernbees. She told Alindra also to take the recordings of her life, listen to them, and maybe learn something useful.
Alindra asked what she could actually learn, mocking the old woman's wish. Between injury and age, the old woman passed away, leaving only a brief record of who and what she was. Her name had been Caiella Stormfist, an exiled former Jedi who specialized in abruptly expressing the Force in a telekinetic burst.
Caiella had been young when she began working on the holocron, having devoted all of her private study to determine its creation. She had noted that it had taken three years of rigorous research and meditation, complete with the full backing of the Jedi Archives to make the construction possible.
Large gaps occurred between times when Caiella had been able to add to her holocron. She had meant it as a depository of basic Jedi knowledge and Force training, but as she had made her own discoveries, she had been cut off, out of fear of exposing her to the lure of the Dark Side. From then on, she added information about using telekinetic bursts, though that was fragmented because it did not have the reinforcing information the Jedi Archives had provided.
There was little else on the holocron, nothing any great scholar or collector would have interest in. But a young woman lost in her own grief found much more value in its contents.
Weapons
She was drawn at last, venturing out of the wild, stronger than when she'd left. She was aware of her distance from civilized life, it was something out of her knowledge, something she was unused to. The instincts burning inside her begged her to move onward, to discover the wonders of the galaxy. Understanding, at last, that the shadows she heard in her soul were just another part of her, the secret part, having waited twenty-four years--the span of Alindra's life to that point--to be heard. Alindra was sure of herself finally, having discovered her own worth. It had become her opinion that she was the most worthwhile creature in the galaxy, having been able to survive in the wilderness with no training and only her wits.
She found her family's farm, quiet in the summer; she knew they must have had much work to do. Knowing the codes to get inside, Alindra made herself at home as much as she could. There was a year's worth of grime present on her body and in her hair. Knowing her own value, it had become clear that her appearance in the past had been a great tool in manipulating those around her.
A news feed began to stream through the holonet, it had been left on by her father most likely. She watched reports of the conquest of Dantooine by the Sith Empire. She watched the fighting and felt something was missing about it, something vital for it to involve the ancient enemies of the Jedi.
Lightsabers. There wasn't a single weapon like it to be found. This seemed odd and made Alindra curious. After all, she had just come in touch with the greater scheme of the Force, and she needed to express it somehow. They were warning flares, telling the weak that the wielder was strong and capable of great and powerful things--and no one shown from the Sith Empire had one. She looked at the aged weapon she had collected from Caiella Stormfist, knowing that it deserved to do more than wither away.
An instant later, Alindra's sister entered, shocked at her sudden arrival. Laira came close and hugged her. Alindra smiled, a genuine expression of her joy. When asked where she had been, Alindra said she had discovered herself. She answered no other questions, instead asking Laira about her studies, hearing about the science program Laira was trying to join. It was a simple thing, an effort to pass the time until their parents returned as well.
Reunited with her family once more, Alindra asked her parents what they knew of the Force. They said nothing, but she knew there was deception in what they said, causing her to ask them for the truth. It took them a moment to speak, but when they did, they admitted that Jarkri's mother had been picked out by the Jedi Order, but her parents opted not to let her go. Tricia's mother also had been under similar circumstances, being too old when the Jedi discovered her.
Alindra called her ancestors' lives a farce, thinking they could have been much more than what they were. Knowing it would have spared her so much grief, Alindra wanted what they had been denied and walked away, leaving her family following behind her. Heading for the nearest spaceport, she decided to go to Dantooine, the only place she could think of where she might find what she sought.
A few hours later, she realized she was being followed. Laira was keeping pace with her, hoping to coax her into returning home once more. When she stopped, her sister refused to leave, offering to help her. Laira led her aside, showing her a hidden cache of wires and electrical equipment. Even though pieces alone wouldn't make the device work, Alindra asked her to look at the old lightsaber and see if anything could be done to repair it. As she exchanged a few of the basic components--obvious wire changes and replacing the power supply, Laira revealed she also felt the thoughts of others and found she had better reflexes.
While Laira tried to fix the lightsaber, Alindra told her sister about Caiella Stormfist and the notions of freedom she'd listened to through the holocron. Alindra had decided, through her unique education in the Force, that the Jedi had been far too constrictive in their beliefs. Having forced others to conform to their ideas for ages, Alindra had decided something had to be done about the Jedi. Alindra meant to learn the ways of the Force in spite of Jedi notions of being too old to learn. She promised Laira that, once she became proficient in the Force, she would return to teach Laira how to use the great power as well. Laira told her sister she'd be waiting and returned the lightsaber.
Finished, Alindra ignited the weapon, satisfied with it, even when it cut off after a minute of use. She still felt that it served its point to have it. Perhaps it was wanting a sense of nostalgia and a true place of belonging, but Alindra held the weapon close to her heart. She went to go once more, but Laira stopped her long enough to warn her of the Dark Side. Alindra laughed and wished her sister well, saying the Dark Side was the only reason why she was still alive.
Finding an Old Prey
The only ship Alindra could find heading toward Dantooine was a frigate owned by Malkith Alko. She laughed when she found out, approaching the captain and telling him exactly who she was and that she had been in Alko's employ for several years. She asked to meet with Alko, as she knew he would want to at least question her; her only condition was that she be treated as a guest until they had spoken face to face.
The captain, Vacco Sur, agreed. Alindra found the situation more than acceptable and made herself comfortable in the quarters she had been assigned. Like the thernbees, she poked around in the minds of the others on board. Most of them were simply in Alko's employ, two were happenstance passengers like herself.
She waited, knowing someone would come to her in time. Vacco had lied to her, but didn't know Alindra could sense his intentions. It didn't matter to her. Even if the frigate were owned by someone else, it wouldn't have changed her plans.
One of the things Laira would never have understood, even though she sensed it, was the constant loathing Alindra felt. Sitting on her bunk, Alindra felt that solid feeling again. Her bones ached from the strain of waiting to pounce, her muscles burned with regret and hopelessness. Still she waited. For hours, she stayed in place, seeing no difference between the door to her quarters and the rocks she would hide behind when she hunted. Something always clued her to what was about to pass by, only then would she strike.
Vacco opened the door, holding a blaster as he entered. If he had any other passenger, he would have succeeded, but against someone who could read his purpose from behind a door, he was doomed. Alindra sprung forward, ripping the blaster away first. She wrestled with Vacco for a few seconds, able to match her wiry strength and agility against his brute force. With a single slam of the head into the bulkhead, Vacco was out, but not killed.
When Vacco woke once more, he found himself bound in another part of the ship. The smell of blood and death was in the air. Somewhere a fire burned in the open, even though the extinguisher systems were supposed to keep such things from happening. Alindra appeared, having put her hair up and wearing only a robe. The lit lightsaber in her hand hummed as she walked closer to Vacco.
She called him her witness and pulled his shackles toward the cargo bay. A small shipping canister had been cut in half and put on its side so it could serve as a basin. Filled with a shimmering fluid, the basin was calm until Alindra stepped closer to it. Disrobing, she stepped into the basin and allowed herself to bath in the fluid, most of it rich and red.
For her entire life, Alindra had been afraid. First the natural fear a child holds. Then the fear of pain and punishment, fear of failing to keep her poise and dignity. She feared the natural courses of life then feared going home. Alindra feared starving to death or being eaten. When she feared being nothing, she started clawing her way back into the galaxy and for the first time in her life, she felt total, undeniable satisfaction. As she bathed in blood, she looked at the face of Vacco Sur and knew that he feared her. Alindra couldn't wait to meet the next person who would show her as much fear.
Searching Dantooine
Having let Vacco be driven mad by watching her cleansing and rebirth, Alindra had to find other means of reaching Dantooine. She drifted from one vessel to the next, always looking for a way to sneak through the blockade around the planet. A wrong choice would have meant death, but Alindra felt fortunate in how things were moving for her.
Even the occupation forces needed to be resupplied, and not everything could come from the planet itself. The last of five ships Alindra drifted between was a cargo vessel bringing in food and clothing supplies to outfit the Imperial soldiers. A cache of narcotics were hidden away until the official inspections ended. Once that was all out of the way, Alindra exited, walking out of Dantooine soil.
The planet had become devastated by war, the streets filled with destruction and chaos. Many places were patrolled by fully-armored soldiers, ready to enforce their own sense of order at any moment. One of them stopped her, asking where she was going. Politely, she said she was looking for her mistress, had they heard anything about Caiella Stormfist?
The asked her to come with them and she agreed to. It dawned on her that they might think she was a Jedi, especially since she was carrying a lightsaber, but they weren't sure and she offered no resistance. She was seated in an interrogation room in the remains of the local constable's office. They asked many questions--her name, where she was from, what her business was. Alindra answered all of them honestly, responding always that she was looking for her mistress. One of the officials asked her what regiment she was affiliated with, but she had no idea what they were talking about.
She apologized to the officials, and expressed that she had only just started her training and hadn't been assigned a post. They didn't care for her answer, but Alindra made them a simple offer. She asked them to let her go, and in return, she would offer them a few hours of her time, to do with as they liked. It was the first time she willingly offered to make use of her own wiles, knowing that such an act was her choice and the easiest way to show those who were detaining her that she was willing to cooperate. They accepted her offer, and Alindra accepted each of them in turn.
It gave her time to listen and observe. Alindra made a point to pay attention to the men she kept company with. They were loyal to the Sith, which meant they already served the forces she knew she needed to become part of. Dark urges came into her heart, wanting her to act out, but Alindra did not act on them. It became more important for her to wait and listen, compiling as much information as she could. In time, she knew she needed to make her way to Korriban, the central hub of all things Sith. While she waited, she allowed herself to dream about submerging herself in the blood of her enemies and feeling her heart become stronger for it.
Lightsaber: Single-phase, stays active for one minute, at most
Color: Dirty yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:[/b]
Shii-Cho N/A
Makashi N/A
Soresu N/A
Ataru N/A
Shien / Djem So N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded N/A
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield N/A
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 1
Body: 3
Sense: 3
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 5
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: -5
RP Sample:
Rising from her slumber, Alindra rubbed the the flakes of sleep from her eyes. Her body felt rested, even though her mind was already clogged. For some stress weighed on them, pulling them down. For Alindra, she could only endure the frustration of harshness she always woke to. Notions of violence and conspiracy, they were often the first things her mind found, rarely coming from her own ideas.
Old habits never died for her. As she stood, Alindra began to stretch, taking deep breaths so she could allow her limbs to become limber once more. Not only would grace allow her to have greater appeal, but it would give her a flexibility that could only help her should she need to fight. She needed to fight.
After dressing, Alindra made her way to the cargo hold. She liked the large rooms, they made the best prisons, should she need to assemble one. Her current cruise had a trio of contestants, a Duro, a Zabrak, and a Mon Calamari, all tied up and gagged, unable to speak to each other. There had been a human close to Alindra's age, but the unfortunate woman hadn't lasted long being strangled.
"Good morning," Alindra said, putting joy into her voice. She took out her lightsaber and switched it on. "Who would like a chance to be a hero?"
None of the prisoners would respond. Perhaps it was the hum of the lightsaber, perhaps it was the knowledge that Alindra had already killed one of their crew members. Regardless of the reasons, they all stayed silent.
"None of you?" Alindra shook her head. Light locks of hair tossed around her face as she made the motion. She took a glance at the Zabrak and smirked. "No, I'm not going to let you all attack me at once. It took a lot of work for me to round all of you up and I'm not going to let any of you give me any unsightly bruises just because you're so eager to leave here. In fact..." Moving toward the Zabrak, Alindra quietly plunged the lightsaber into his chest, creating a gagging of blood. Satisfied at the Zabrak's updated condition, she glanced at the other two. "If either of you think you're getting out of here that fast, you're mistaken."
She shut down her lightsaber and left the cargo bay. The sound behind her, the muffled convulsions of death pouring into a body pleased Alindra enough. She decided she would get into a fight another time.
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 126 lbs.
Appearance: Always wearing a sweet smile behind her honey blonde hair, Alindra does everything she can to look pretty and appealing. Her sea green eyes flash with kindness, her movements remain deceptively delicate. She dresses comfortably when appropriate, but tries to look elegant whenever she can, if only to draw attention to herself. When dressed elegantly, Alindra is drawn to wearing reds and blacks more often than not, though she refuses to limit herself by color choices. Everything must suit the occasion with Alindra, if only so she can steer things the way she likes. Should she be dressed comfortably, it is likely Alindra means to act, leaving all subtleties behind her.
Birth place: Outside of Stutgardd, Almania in the Vordrinn family home
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Neophyte
Bio:
Before being Taken
The only daughter of Jarkri and Tricia Vordrinn, Alindra was born into a simple family of farmers. Neither of high renown or importance, the Vordrinn family kept quiet and out of the affairs of others. This made them perfect targets of mercenaries looking to make a few credits by acquiring slaves.
Alindra was five and had no idea what mercenaries were, aside from being bad people. She was playing by herself when they came, ambushing her in the plains a short distance from where she lived. As she screamed for help, her parents both came running, but couldn't keep up. Nor would they risk firing at the speeders carrying their daughter away, out of fear of hurting her.
Hours later, she found herself on board a transport, along with a few other children, all being taken to a new, harder life. When one of the mercenaries started looking at Alindra with an expression overcome with need, another of the group stopped him, noting that virgins were worth more, and little slaves sometimes grow pretty in time. Alindra didn't know what they meant, only that she was afraid.
Life as a Slave
Thrown into a life of forced mining, Alindra wondered where she was. She knew nothing of space travel and the time such trips took, so she was lost to all things, not only to herself but to her parents as well. If she were in Kessel, she wouldn't have known it; she barely understood that there were worlds other than Almania.
Not knowing any of her masters and overseers, when Alindra was told to work, she rarely did so at first. Her back and shoulders met a harsh whipping, something she had never experienced before. The whipping was harsh and bit into her left shoulder, leaving a faint line that would never fade, even as she aged.. After repeated whippings and even a round of being denied food, Alindra came to toil with the rest of the slaves, mostly children crawling around small holes, priming charges for deeper excavation. She was also made to climb around inside some drilling machinery, since she was so small.
Eventually, when Alindra was eleven, she began to grow, enough that she could no longer fit in the small holes. She was trained to use larger tools and equipment, but feared what may happen if she were to lose control of what she was doing. Her previous punishments still haunted her, especially when anyone brushed against her left side.
As she approached maturity, her owners realized she would grow to be quite lovely and possessed a natural form fit for more sensual services. When she was fourteen, Alindra was sold to Malkith Alko, a prosperous merchant who specialized in providing entertaining servants to those wealthier than he was. Cleaned from head to toe, with her hair brushed and untangled for the first time in years, Alindra was directed to study finer arts.
Servant and Dancer
Prospective palace slaves were coached in all manners of etiquette and poise. Alko's servants were all said to possess the most obedient demeanor and perfect appearance. Alindra attended all these things and complied with everything she was told to do. For the first time in years, she wasn't in pain.
Her first service was to carry trays around at a party. She didn't know she was serving a group of politicians on Coruscant, if she had, she may have asked about her family and if she would ever see them again. Of course, none of the politicians would have taken her seriously, since they would not have believed she was a slave--Alindra was far too refined and appealing to the eyes to be a slave. They were a distant memory for her, seldom thought of, especially when she was dressed in indiscreet clothing.
Distracted for a moment, she collided with several guests, nearly losing all the trays she was carrying. Spinning on her toes, Alindra not only caught the trays, but managed to twirl out of the way. When she stopped, she apologized and got away as fast as she could, terrified that she would at last be punished, like she had been in the mines.
Instead, the scene became a happy accident. Alko summoned Alindra and told her he had special plans for her. Her natural balance, combined with her frame and body shape singled her out for a much more exclusive duty, serving as a palace dancer. It was something of a promotion, but demanded she study longer hours and undertake numerous trials to maintain a pose for longer than she thought possible. When she did these exercises, it cleared her head, leaving her little to think about, allowing her to enjoy the moment.
But in feeling hope and peace, she finally understood despair. When those moments ended and the reality of life returned to Alindra's mind, she became depressed. It was something she could never let anyone else know about, especially Alko. Alindra was afraid that if someone thought she was unhappy with her role, she might be dismissed as a dancer.
To protect herself, Alindra learned to disguise how she felt. by the time she was seventeen, Alindra had became more than adept at putting on a beautiful smile, regardless of the situation. When others saw her smile, they could not see how she felt. They only thought her happy and content with her role in life. She knew it because she felt it when someone looked at her, an impression of their feelings became present in her mind, though she thought it was nothing more than her imagination, or perhaps an understanding of their body language.
Nocturnal Activities
Alko was a pazzak player whenever he found a game he felt was worth playing. Simple stakes weren't enough for him and he never understood the words "cheap" or "inexpensive." Many times, he would play for money. Sometimes he'd play for ships or land. When Alindra was nineteen, Alko bet a few favors, one of which was use of one of his girls. Alko never thought of himself as a pimp, preferring to ensure services that were visible to a wide audience. He arranged such things from time to time, making sure he was well paid for his trouble.
Losing one of these games meant that he had to line all his girls up for the winner, a man who advertised himself as Mandalorian with the clan markings on his arms. He looked over the girls, making sure he picked one he would really like.
Alindra was confused. Rumors rolled around when they assembled that Alko was selling one of them. They all felt uneasy, more than usual. Twenty-one girls present from Alko's stable of slaves and not one of them knew what was really happening. Refined over a few years, Alindra put on a smile, knowing she had to do it to shield herself. If she acted any differently from usual, she might draw even more attention to herself. She felt it was safer for her to maintain her appearance just as she always did.
Out of the group, Alindra was the only one that didn't seem fearful when the Mandalorian passed. He noticed her smile and remembered it, even when looking at the rest of the girls. Inevitably, he pointed at Alindra, saying he wanted her.
She was cleaned up, given new clothes, painted in makeup. Alko told her she looked beautiful, and Alindra knew he hated himself for saying it. A while later, she was taken to a hotel, as it was a neutral place, and sent to the Mandalorian. He took little time, going directly for his prize.
Alindra had never known anything like what she felt. There was something welling in her chest, a hatred she had never felt before. Rage began to boil deep inside her and she wanted to lash out, but could do nothing of the sort. Fourteen years of servitude and enslavement told her she had no right to disobey. So it continued to happen and she hated it and hated herself for not being able to do anything about it.
Escape
Though she returned to Alko intact, Alindra had been used. Something inside her said she should be able to choose, not simply be chosen. She continued to dance, but it gave her no comfort. She kept smiling at others and it just drew more attention. The Mandalorian had talked about his experience and others were coming to Alko wanting to know more.
At first, Alko hesitated, not wanting to use his stable in that way. But the offers kept growing and he found it harder to resist. In time, he farmed out some of the girls, just to test things out. Alindra saw the others coming back and she could feel they felt as she did. It was getting easier for her to know what others felt, so much there were occasions she could almost tell what they were thinking, or at least she told herself as much.
Her turn did come again and she knew she didn't want to go. Every unexpressed feeling in her heart was congealing, becoming a hidden mass of frustration. Alindra did not want it, not the servitude, not the mining, not even the dancing. She just wanted to go home to Almania, to be a little girl and play again.
When she was dressed, she let her feet step forward, keeping in line with everything that had been expected of her. She had been made beautiful, but she didn't feel it. Her smile was even subdued, but still present. She had to get away, but did not know how. She reported to the proper room and was allowed in. But when she felt the back of her neck being kissed, she could obey no longer.
It didn't matter to Alindra that the Twi'lek had actually thought her attractive. It didn't matter that he wanted to make her feel good. Alindra knew these things, as well as the fact that it required her to obey. She spun and tried to push the Twi'lek away. Her strength wasn't that great, especially compared to the larger male. He tried to hold her, but that only frustrated her more. The attack couldn't continue for long and it only took the Twi'lek a few moments to restrain Alindra.
A thought came to Alindra, that she should break her chains. Something inside her, hidden in the shadows of her soul knew she could find freedom herself. Every drop of strength poured out into her arms, knocking the Twi'lek to the floor. Alindra fell as well, not knowing her own strength. The Twi'lek approached her again, still wanting to calm her, but it did not matter. Alindra pushed out her hands and unleashed her hate, punching and clawing at his face; she had never fought anyone before. Enraged, she grabbed the first thing she could, finding herself strangling the Twi'lek with the tendrils on his own head. Alindra didn't have to check the body to know she'd killed him and she didn't have any doubts that she had done it.
She took the Twi'lek's money and data cards. He had a blaster, but she left it. Blasters were a complete mystery to Alindra, since she'd never held one before. Carrying a blaster out in the open would have been obvious, and she just had to get away.
Cold Correllian wind blew past her face when she walked out of the hotel. The escorts that Alko had sent with Alindra started to follow her, knowing she hadn't been upstairs for long. She recognized their approach and ran. They followed her and began to close in. She hadn't trained for long-distance running, so they caught up to her quickly. Both had their blasters set to stun, but didn't want to risk any additional damage to Alindra; Alko had invested a lot of money on her.
They didn't get the chance to fire. The shadows inside Alindra spoke to her again, telling her she was nearly free. All she had to do was fight once more. They had expected Alindra to be meek and evasive, never to shift to an attack. The first man, she punched as hard as the could, knocking him off balance; the other, she clutched where his pants legs met and squeezed, growling as she did. A moment later, her arms were pinned by the first man, but she would not be stopped. Alindra swung her head back, knocking the first man down again. To the second, she turned, jumping forward with a vicious bite to the throat.
When the first man saw this, saw the cute dancing girl sprayed with blood on her mouth and hands, he didn't know what else to do. He simply turned and ran; Alko didn't pay him enough to get killed by a rabid slave.
In that moment, Alindra was free. She wiped her mouth and took her latest victim's jacket, needing something to keep her warm as she searched for a spaceport.
Back on Almania
Alindra had to ask around to find directions to the Vordrinn farm. She never really knew her way around as a child and as an adult, she had run out of money just trying to get back to Almania. She didn't reveal much about herself, just saying she was trying to find Tricia and Jarkri Vordrinn.
It had taken her months to get back to Almania, and more months just to find a way home. She scavenged a life on the streets during her journey, keeping her head down and staying on the move. No one tried to do anything to her, so she didn't unleash her newfound potential. It was a long road, but, after years lost, she made it home.
Her parents looked older, a bit of gray coming into their hair, but only enough to distinguish them. Her father had grown a mustache, her mother had taken a shorter hairstyle. She timidly approached, not sure what to do or say. It took her a few minutes when they saw her for her to say who she was. At first, they didn't want to believe it, couldn't really. It had been so long since they had lost their little Alindra.
They fed her and let her wash up. They gave her clean clothes, modest, comfortable clothes for the first time since she was five. They had her rest, but not in her old room; it wasn't ready for her. When she asked why, they said Laira was using it, though they didn't explain things further.
Laira appeared a few hours later. She was eleven and sweet, covered in honey blonde curls just like her older sister. Alindra looked at Laira and couldn't stop herself from giving the girl a hug. Neither had known the other existed, but something inside them both assured them they were connected.
Alindra tried to adjust, but found herself doing exactly as she was always told. The ability for her to defy others had become absent from her life and was underdeveloped. She was glad to be home and to have her mother and father and sister, but she was not happy. Alindra thought about her escape, how she'd killed at least one man to do it. The freedom she craved had come and all she could do was think about how she escaped.
Her dreams were uneasy. When they weren't filled with a dying Twi'lek or a large Mandalorian, they were filled with a dark hallway or valley. The light was going out and she didn't know what to do. She couldn't run from it since it was the only thing that let her free, but something about it made her uneasy and, in her dreams, she always backed into a corner to see if it would pass. It only grew closer.
She would wake up just as tired as when she fell asleep. Tending to chores just exhausted her more. When her mother asked if she was sleeping well, Alindra snapped at her and said she wanted to be left alone.
No one asked the details of Alindra's life, so she was stuck thinking about them in silence. She never told any of the other slaves what she felt, out of fear of being overheard and punished. Her past was her true scar and it started to bleed onto her life. She watched as Laira excelled in school, being advanced as much as a little girl could be. Alindra's education had been a slave's education, which brought with it no degree an no honors.
Her dreams became more oppressive and her discomfort became greater. Living on a farm felt no different than working in a mine or serving drinks at a banquet. Alindra was still confined. Leaving the farm, she took nothing with her, only saying to her family in a note that she had to leave.
The Wilderness
In the wild, away from civilization, Alindra learned to live off her own wits. She was slower than most of the wildlife, giving her great difficulty catching any live food. Of the plants she foraged upon, some began to make her feel ill, though, after a few days rest, Alindra did recover.
Alindra found herself in competition with a group of thernbees living in the mountains. Everything she went after, they went after, plants, smaller animals, even fruit. They always beat her to a chosen meal. One night, as she drifted to sleep, she began to sense something edging into her mind. It didn't dawn upon Alindra that the thernbees were psychic. The pink beast was curious about her, wondering why she was always nearby. It was prodding her mind, looking for something. She tried to close the thernbee out, but wasn't sure how. Rage boiled in her mind, left from the little pains of her life all congealing into a single mass of memory.
The thernbee was shocked at how quickly it was pushed out of Alindra's thoughts. Alindra stalked toward the creature, furious that it would violate her privacy so. Her gaze was filled with hate and hunger, causing the thernbee to turn and run. Alindra was tired of being hungry so she sprinted after the beast, allowing herself to move faster than she thought possible. Out of instinct, she pounced upon the beast and locked it's jaws closed with her hands. Needing something to kill her prey, she leaned down toward its neck and bit deep through the pink skin. Once the beast was slain, Alindra ate, wasting no time. Her thirst was enough that she even drank the beast's blood.
For over a year, Alindra stayed in the wild, living off what ever she could take or kill. She began to rely on her teeth and, once they were long enough to be sharpened, her fingernails. These were more reliable for killing, especially when she found her strength increasing and her instincts sharpening.
The Crone
During her time in the wild plains and mountains of her home world, Alindra would occasionally see an odd light in the distance. Not a searchlight, or really even a torch, but something small, radiant. It called out to her just seeing it and Alindra wanted to get a better look.
Only at night would she see the dirty yellow light and only for a moment at a time. As she found herself closer to the light, she would hear sounds of death and agony. Sometimes she would hear an eerie hum or see sparks just before the light ceased. By the time she had started catching up to the smaller animals, Alindra started to see that the light she sought was being held by another person.
A few nights later, Alindra did not see the light, but instead saw its owner. An old woman wearing thick robes of an aged color stood over her, waiting for Alindra to notice. Despite the rickety false leg she wore, the old woman was able to leap away faster than Alindra's first kill in the wild. Night after night, the old woman would do this, each night seeing how close Alindra would let her come.
After a week, when the old woman came into Alindra's presence, Alindra would ask what the light was. Cursing her for depriving her of anything new, the old woman stormed off, retreating into some hidden cave.
The next morning, the old woman appeared again, telling Alindra to go home as the wilderness was no place for a stupid girl who only had wasted potential. The old woman hadn't needed to sleep, so she just waited for a better opportunity to find Alindra to ward her off. Apparently, Alindra's dreams were loud and kept the old woman awake, although Alindra thought the old woman's milky eyes might have something to do with it as well.
For some time, the game continued. The old woman would appear at odd times and tell Alindra to go home or, if Alindra was asleep, try to sneak up on her. Eventually, the old woman would tire of the previous games and try out something new, but it became clear to both women that as much as they might try to get away from one another, they kept coming across each other again and again.
Eventually, the old woman asked Alindra what she wanted. Having had so little, Alindra simply said she wanted to see the light. The old woman laughed and pulled a small device from her robes. Hitting a switch on the side of it, the device projected out a long beam of dirty yellow light. As soon as the old woman confirmed it was a lightsaber, sparks shot out of it and the light vanished. As soon as the beam was gone, the old woman asked Alindra what she wanted, now that she'd seen the light.
It was a confusing idea. Alindra hadn't asked herself what she wanted, not really. She had wanted things, but she started to think about the question in a greater sense. Ultimately, what did Alindra want? That was the real question, hidden behind the old woman's poking and prodding, either that or the woman really wanted rid of Alindra.
Alindra told the old woman that she wanted a palace, filled with beautiful things that belonged only to her. She wanted others to kneel before her the way she had knelt to her masters in the past. She wanted to be feared, the way she had feared Alko, even though he had been mostly kind to her.
The old woman laughed and congratulated the Jedi on letting another hopeful slip through their fingers. Alindra didn't understand, until the old woman explained that somewhere in Alindra's past, the Jedi should have trained one of her ancestors, but didn't. If they had, the old woman suggested Alindra would not be roaming around the wilderness.
From then, the old woman appointed herself Alindra's teacher, citing a desire to not see determination or potential wasted. Sneaking up on Alindra each day had only been the start of the training. The old woman was determined that Alindra would unlock something more or run home as soon as possible.
Since Alindra stayed, she received more training. She learned to run faster when the moment called for it, jump higher if she needed to reach a higher ledge. Alindra even started to find she could express the Force outside of her body, as though she were throwing a punch. The old woman took pride in seeing Alindra using the Force to manipulate things in front of her.
For two weeks after, Alindra did not see the old woman, nor any light from a distance. It was an absence she felt, for the crone was the only person she had to talk to, her family and all the galaxy's society left behind her. Though her life in the wild was stable, Alindra started to understand it was not where she belonged. Her hunting continued, unceasing, rampaging from dusk to dusk. Alindra slept when she had to, rested only when it was absolutely necessary. She felt more lost than ever.
In the mountains, Alindra came to find a cavern. An empty wheezing came from inside. Alindra crept into the dimply lit chamber, drifting closer to the small fire inside. Rot blew around the air, nearly poisoning Alindra's nose. The remains of a pair of thernbees waited just inside the door, one of which had blood all over its mouth. Inside, she began to realize it was the smell of death, and it was a death she should have expected.
The old woman held out a glowing hemisphere, waiting for Alindra to take it. There was a large bite wound in the old woman's side, her robes crusted in a rusted crimson. Anger seeped through the old woman's lips as she briefly noted her lightsaber had cut out on her while fighting several thernbees. She told Alindra also to take the recordings of her life, listen to them, and maybe learn something useful.
Alindra asked what she could actually learn, mocking the old woman's wish. Between injury and age, the old woman passed away, leaving only a brief record of who and what she was. Her name had been Caiella Stormfist, an exiled former Jedi who specialized in abruptly expressing the Force in a telekinetic burst.
Caiella had been young when she began working on the holocron, having devoted all of her private study to determine its creation. She had noted that it had taken three years of rigorous research and meditation, complete with the full backing of the Jedi Archives to make the construction possible.
Large gaps occurred between times when Caiella had been able to add to her holocron. She had meant it as a depository of basic Jedi knowledge and Force training, but as she had made her own discoveries, she had been cut off, out of fear of exposing her to the lure of the Dark Side. From then on, she added information about using telekinetic bursts, though that was fragmented because it did not have the reinforcing information the Jedi Archives had provided.
There was little else on the holocron, nothing any great scholar or collector would have interest in. But a young woman lost in her own grief found much more value in its contents.
Weapons
She was drawn at last, venturing out of the wild, stronger than when she'd left. She was aware of her distance from civilized life, it was something out of her knowledge, something she was unused to. The instincts burning inside her begged her to move onward, to discover the wonders of the galaxy. Understanding, at last, that the shadows she heard in her soul were just another part of her, the secret part, having waited twenty-four years--the span of Alindra's life to that point--to be heard. Alindra was sure of herself finally, having discovered her own worth. It had become her opinion that she was the most worthwhile creature in the galaxy, having been able to survive in the wilderness with no training and only her wits.
She found her family's farm, quiet in the summer; she knew they must have had much work to do. Knowing the codes to get inside, Alindra made herself at home as much as she could. There was a year's worth of grime present on her body and in her hair. Knowing her own value, it had become clear that her appearance in the past had been a great tool in manipulating those around her.
A news feed began to stream through the holonet, it had been left on by her father most likely. She watched reports of the conquest of Dantooine by the Sith Empire. She watched the fighting and felt something was missing about it, something vital for it to involve the ancient enemies of the Jedi.
Lightsabers. There wasn't a single weapon like it to be found. This seemed odd and made Alindra curious. After all, she had just come in touch with the greater scheme of the Force, and she needed to express it somehow. They were warning flares, telling the weak that the wielder was strong and capable of great and powerful things--and no one shown from the Sith Empire had one. She looked at the aged weapon she had collected from Caiella Stormfist, knowing that it deserved to do more than wither away.
An instant later, Alindra's sister entered, shocked at her sudden arrival. Laira came close and hugged her. Alindra smiled, a genuine expression of her joy. When asked where she had been, Alindra said she had discovered herself. She answered no other questions, instead asking Laira about her studies, hearing about the science program Laira was trying to join. It was a simple thing, an effort to pass the time until their parents returned as well.
Reunited with her family once more, Alindra asked her parents what they knew of the Force. They said nothing, but she knew there was deception in what they said, causing her to ask them for the truth. It took them a moment to speak, but when they did, they admitted that Jarkri's mother had been picked out by the Jedi Order, but her parents opted not to let her go. Tricia's mother also had been under similar circumstances, being too old when the Jedi discovered her.
Alindra called her ancestors' lives a farce, thinking they could have been much more than what they were. Knowing it would have spared her so much grief, Alindra wanted what they had been denied and walked away, leaving her family following behind her. Heading for the nearest spaceport, she decided to go to Dantooine, the only place she could think of where she might find what she sought.
A few hours later, she realized she was being followed. Laira was keeping pace with her, hoping to coax her into returning home once more. When she stopped, her sister refused to leave, offering to help her. Laira led her aside, showing her a hidden cache of wires and electrical equipment. Even though pieces alone wouldn't make the device work, Alindra asked her to look at the old lightsaber and see if anything could be done to repair it. As she exchanged a few of the basic components--obvious wire changes and replacing the power supply, Laira revealed she also felt the thoughts of others and found she had better reflexes.
While Laira tried to fix the lightsaber, Alindra told her sister about Caiella Stormfist and the notions of freedom she'd listened to through the holocron. Alindra had decided, through her unique education in the Force, that the Jedi had been far too constrictive in their beliefs. Having forced others to conform to their ideas for ages, Alindra had decided something had to be done about the Jedi. Alindra meant to learn the ways of the Force in spite of Jedi notions of being too old to learn. She promised Laira that, once she became proficient in the Force, she would return to teach Laira how to use the great power as well. Laira told her sister she'd be waiting and returned the lightsaber.
Finished, Alindra ignited the weapon, satisfied with it, even when it cut off after a minute of use. She still felt that it served its point to have it. Perhaps it was wanting a sense of nostalgia and a true place of belonging, but Alindra held the weapon close to her heart. She went to go once more, but Laira stopped her long enough to warn her of the Dark Side. Alindra laughed and wished her sister well, saying the Dark Side was the only reason why she was still alive.
Finding an Old Prey
The only ship Alindra could find heading toward Dantooine was a frigate owned by Malkith Alko. She laughed when she found out, approaching the captain and telling him exactly who she was and that she had been in Alko's employ for several years. She asked to meet with Alko, as she knew he would want to at least question her; her only condition was that she be treated as a guest until they had spoken face to face.
The captain, Vacco Sur, agreed. Alindra found the situation more than acceptable and made herself comfortable in the quarters she had been assigned. Like the thernbees, she poked around in the minds of the others on board. Most of them were simply in Alko's employ, two were happenstance passengers like herself.
She waited, knowing someone would come to her in time. Vacco had lied to her, but didn't know Alindra could sense his intentions. It didn't matter to her. Even if the frigate were owned by someone else, it wouldn't have changed her plans.
One of the things Laira would never have understood, even though she sensed it, was the constant loathing Alindra felt. Sitting on her bunk, Alindra felt that solid feeling again. Her bones ached from the strain of waiting to pounce, her muscles burned with regret and hopelessness. Still she waited. For hours, she stayed in place, seeing no difference between the door to her quarters and the rocks she would hide behind when she hunted. Something always clued her to what was about to pass by, only then would she strike.
Vacco opened the door, holding a blaster as he entered. If he had any other passenger, he would have succeeded, but against someone who could read his purpose from behind a door, he was doomed. Alindra sprung forward, ripping the blaster away first. She wrestled with Vacco for a few seconds, able to match her wiry strength and agility against his brute force. With a single slam of the head into the bulkhead, Vacco was out, but not killed.
When Vacco woke once more, he found himself bound in another part of the ship. The smell of blood and death was in the air. Somewhere a fire burned in the open, even though the extinguisher systems were supposed to keep such things from happening. Alindra appeared, having put her hair up and wearing only a robe. The lit lightsaber in her hand hummed as she walked closer to Vacco.
She called him her witness and pulled his shackles toward the cargo bay. A small shipping canister had been cut in half and put on its side so it could serve as a basin. Filled with a shimmering fluid, the basin was calm until Alindra stepped closer to it. Disrobing, she stepped into the basin and allowed herself to bath in the fluid, most of it rich and red.
For her entire life, Alindra had been afraid. First the natural fear a child holds. Then the fear of pain and punishment, fear of failing to keep her poise and dignity. She feared the natural courses of life then feared going home. Alindra feared starving to death or being eaten. When she feared being nothing, she started clawing her way back into the galaxy and for the first time in her life, she felt total, undeniable satisfaction. As she bathed in blood, she looked at the face of Vacco Sur and knew that he feared her. Alindra couldn't wait to meet the next person who would show her as much fear.
Searching Dantooine
Having let Vacco be driven mad by watching her cleansing and rebirth, Alindra had to find other means of reaching Dantooine. She drifted from one vessel to the next, always looking for a way to sneak through the blockade around the planet. A wrong choice would have meant death, but Alindra felt fortunate in how things were moving for her.
Even the occupation forces needed to be resupplied, and not everything could come from the planet itself. The last of five ships Alindra drifted between was a cargo vessel bringing in food and clothing supplies to outfit the Imperial soldiers. A cache of narcotics were hidden away until the official inspections ended. Once that was all out of the way, Alindra exited, walking out of Dantooine soil.
The planet had become devastated by war, the streets filled with destruction and chaos. Many places were patrolled by fully-armored soldiers, ready to enforce their own sense of order at any moment. One of them stopped her, asking where she was going. Politely, she said she was looking for her mistress, had they heard anything about Caiella Stormfist?
The asked her to come with them and she agreed to. It dawned on her that they might think she was a Jedi, especially since she was carrying a lightsaber, but they weren't sure and she offered no resistance. She was seated in an interrogation room in the remains of the local constable's office. They asked many questions--her name, where she was from, what her business was. Alindra answered all of them honestly, responding always that she was looking for her mistress. One of the officials asked her what regiment she was affiliated with, but she had no idea what they were talking about.
She apologized to the officials, and expressed that she had only just started her training and hadn't been assigned a post. They didn't care for her answer, but Alindra made them a simple offer. She asked them to let her go, and in return, she would offer them a few hours of her time, to do with as they liked. It was the first time she willingly offered to make use of her own wiles, knowing that such an act was her choice and the easiest way to show those who were detaining her that she was willing to cooperate. They accepted her offer, and Alindra accepted each of them in turn.
It gave her time to listen and observe. Alindra made a point to pay attention to the men she kept company with. They were loyal to the Sith, which meant they already served the forces she knew she needed to become part of. Dark urges came into her heart, wanting her to act out, but Alindra did not act on them. It became more important for her to wait and listen, compiling as much information as she could. In time, she knew she needed to make her way to Korriban, the central hub of all things Sith. While she waited, she allowed herself to dream about submerging herself in the blood of her enemies and feeling her heart become stronger for it.
Lightsaber: Single-phase, stays active for one minute, at most
Color: Dirty yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:[/b]
Shii-Cho N/A
Makashi N/A
Soresu N/A
Ataru N/A
Shien / Djem So N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded N/A
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield N/A
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 1
Body: 3
Sense: 3
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 1
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 5
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: -5
RP Sample:
Rising from her slumber, Alindra rubbed the the flakes of sleep from her eyes. Her body felt rested, even though her mind was already clogged. For some stress weighed on them, pulling them down. For Alindra, she could only endure the frustration of harshness she always woke to. Notions of violence and conspiracy, they were often the first things her mind found, rarely coming from her own ideas.
Old habits never died for her. As she stood, Alindra began to stretch, taking deep breaths so she could allow her limbs to become limber once more. Not only would grace allow her to have greater appeal, but it would give her a flexibility that could only help her should she need to fight. She needed to fight.
After dressing, Alindra made her way to the cargo hold. She liked the large rooms, they made the best prisons, should she need to assemble one. Her current cruise had a trio of contestants, a Duro, a Zabrak, and a Mon Calamari, all tied up and gagged, unable to speak to each other. There had been a human close to Alindra's age, but the unfortunate woman hadn't lasted long being strangled.
"Good morning," Alindra said, putting joy into her voice. She took out her lightsaber and switched it on. "Who would like a chance to be a hero?"
None of the prisoners would respond. Perhaps it was the hum of the lightsaber, perhaps it was the knowledge that Alindra had already killed one of their crew members. Regardless of the reasons, they all stayed silent.
"None of you?" Alindra shook her head. Light locks of hair tossed around her face as she made the motion. She took a glance at the Zabrak and smirked. "No, I'm not going to let you all attack me at once. It took a lot of work for me to round all of you up and I'm not going to let any of you give me any unsightly bruises just because you're so eager to leave here. In fact..." Moving toward the Zabrak, Alindra quietly plunged the lightsaber into his chest, creating a gagging of blood. Satisfied at the Zabrak's updated condition, she glanced at the other two. "If either of you think you're getting out of here that fast, you're mistaken."
She shut down her lightsaber and left the cargo bay. The sound behind her, the muffled convulsions of death pouring into a body pleased Alindra enough. She decided she would get into a fight another time.
you paint a very clear image of her.
or just a few little fixins. Overall, I like the concept and you seem to have nailed the personality and motives of one who's been through such things. Good luck on the rest 
