Post by Kuran on Jan 18, 2012 1:42:57 GMT -5
Name: Sinya Kairn
Race: Twi'lek
Age: 17
Height: 5ft. 10in.
Weight: 140 lbs
Appearance:Sinya is a Lethan Twi'lek, one of the rarest sub-types of his race who posses red skin due to a genetic flaw. As some do, he had dyed portions of his Lekku black. He still wears the tunic that he wore as a padawan, though it has been changed to be slightly darker than it was before. His eyes are still a natural blue, and will likely remain so.
Personality:
Sinya is not exactly a prime example of your stereotypical Sith. While he may anger easily, he does not often show it, instead maintaining a cool, calculating demeanour. He has a tendency to insult people, but does it in such an off-hand, calm way that amusingly enough(to Sinya at least) serves to magnify the insult.
Sinya is something of a socio path. Instead of simply lashing out at a foe in anger, he tends to plot and plan, striking only when the moment is right to provide the best effect to him. He is not naturally cruel, however, and unlike some will not lash out and cause pain when it is not needed. While he will not hesitate to kill an opponent or someone who is an obstacle to his goals, by the same token he will not strike down someone who poses him no threat or is not a hindrance.
Birth place: Nal Hutta
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Jedi Order
Previous Rank: Padawan
Bio:
Age 0-5
Sinya was born on Nal Hutta, the son of a pair of slaves in Keshua the Hutt's palace. Being property of the Hutt, his parents were not permitted to name their child, andKeshua had something of a sense of humour. He commanded that the young boy would be named Sinya, a female name in the Twi'lek language.
From almost before he could walk, Sinya was assigned to work within the Hutt's grand throne room. Running odd jobs, fetching a narglehorn for a musician, retrieving his master's snacks when he dropped them, and the like. All the while, the corpulent old Hutt would laugh at the young boy,making light of his name. On the rare occasions when Sinya showed any emotion at such teasing, he was beaten.
Slaves were given no education, and Sinya was rarely exposed to any outside knowledge. The only things he really knew came from the tales that smugglers and bounty hunters would share with each other within Keshua's throne room.
Sinya's parents were killed at the same time. Sent out to polish a statue outside the palace gates, they were both hit by an out-of-control speeder, kiling them both instantly. The accident made Sinya mad, but he could do nothing, and when he appeared angry, he was beaten. His sadness quickly evaporated under the threat of more beatings than he already received.
A Jedi Knight arrived on Nal Hutta one day when Sinya was around five. Sinya could only understand snippets of the Jedi's conversation with his master, but he heard something about "the Force." Thinking nothing in particular of it, the young twi'lek was given leave to take his daily rest period, and so left the room. His master received visitors all the time, he thought, and it was none of his concern what they were about.
The next day was a good deal more lively. Early in the morning, just as Sinya was rising, the palace was attacked. A rival Hutt clan had launched a raid on Keshua's palace. As Sinya rushed to his master's throne room, he found the Jedi from last night standing in the middle, hands wrapped around a strange weapon. Sinya had never seen a lightsaber before, and it entranced him. The bright blue blade of light swinging it's way through attackers mesmerized the young twi'lek.
He was even more surprised when the Jedi told him that Sinya could come with him, be a Jedi just like him. Sinya jumped at the opprutinity, hoping that maybe the Jedi master's wouldn't beat him like Keshua did. The Hutt objected at first, before the Jedi pointed out that he had saved Keshua's life by helping to stop the raid. And so, when the Jedi left for the temple, he took Sinya with him.
Age 6-10
Being brought to the temple was quite a culture shock for Sinya. Indeed, after being brought to the temple on Tython, he was known to flinch whenever anyone moved suddenly near him, thinking that they would hit him.
It took close to a year for him to be able to train as a youngling. In addition to being taught basic lessons such as reading and arithmetic, he also had to be carefully watched as he healed. A lifetime of beatings and poor food had left him weak and frail, unable to stand up to the rigours of even basic training. While he had some opprutinity to socialise with the others his age at the temple, he rarely did so. To him the others were different. They all knew each other, they were all friends. He was the outsider.
By the time he had reached the age of seven, Sinya was considered ready to become a youngling. The beginning of his Jedi training was yet another shock for him. Their ways made little sense to Sinya. Why have power if not to use it? When he posed this question to one of the masters, he was told that restraint was the true test of power. This further confused Sinya, but he was smart enough not to ask again.
One question that he did ask however, concerned the Knight who had found him. After asking several masters, he learned that the Knight had been dispatched to attempt a diplomatic resolution to the growing Hutt clan wars, which were often raging, causing great loss of life all around. The Jedi had ignited his blade during the second day of his mission when he found himself in the middle of one such raid, intending to protect the lives of those innocents that inhabited the palace.
His training continued until the age of ten, during which time he learned in much the same way as the other younglings. He gained a basic shii-cho proficiency, and learned the very basic ways of the force. He was not an exceptional student in general, nor was he a poor performer, he was in most respects average. He was found, however, to posess a degree of talent with stealth. While he had yet to receive any such training, it was noted by some of his trainers that his footsteps were naturally quick and quiet, and that when he wished to remain unseen he had a habit of staying near the back of a group and blending in with others.
One note is that he was still teased constantly by the others, particularly the other twi'lek younglings due to his name. When noticed by the masters they were quick to put a stop to the teasing, but it resumed nonetheless when he was alone with others.
Age 11-17
The age came when he was put forth to become a padawan learner. For several months the other younglings were steadily chosen, and by the time a year had passed, there were fewer than ten younglings of the proper age in the temple who had not been selected, Sinya included. After his increasing dismay was noticed, and after several meetings with the masters, he was selected by a knight named Drox Anjek, who he had never previously met. The two became friends very quickly however, and it wasn't only a few months after they were officially paired that their first mission was under way. They were to travel to Kuat, to mediate between two guilds of miners that were rapidly approaching conflict.
The mission, Sinya's first, did not go as planned. The dispute was already on the verge of outright violence by the time that they arrived. The two groups of miners were apparently vying for rights to the same single mine, which had been found to contain deposits of a rare ore.
Within an hour of arriving, it became apparent that neither Drox nor his padawan were having any effect on the hotheaded miners. Drox was not particularly experienced in mind tricks and calm, rational discussion had already come and gone. When a physical fight broke out, the pair of Jedi ignited their sabres, to little avail. While some of the miners stopped their attack, the more hardened ones took to attacking each other, brawling like thugs. Unfortunately, Droz was caught in the middle of the brawl, and in his determination not to hurt anyone, he was caught unaware. A large metal pole, intended for the chest of a miner, struck him in the back of the head, and he was trampled underfoot as he fell.
Sinya fled. Knowing that the miners would not help him, and knowing that they were far out into the wilderness, he felt that he had little option but to run. For over a week he was alone on an unfamiliar planet, with little in the way of supplies. He was forced to eat local wildlife, sleep under trees, and simply wait for the fourteen days before a jedi relief shuttle found him, having locked onto his homing beacon.
Taken back to the temple, Sinya was once again a padawan without a master. After several further weeks of waiting, he decided that if a master chose him then he would be glad, but if not, he would simply carry on without. Lacking many options, he all but secluded himself within the portions of the archives that he was able to access.
The next three years saw much the same. Most of the time Sinya would spend in the archives or, occasionally, training with other padawans. He delved into texts on the Jedi philosophy, styles, and methods. He learned a good deal about the galaxy, it's geography, it's people, and the like. In short, he gained the sort of knowledge that most children of his age in the galaxy had that he had been lacking, plus some of the more exotic things that those his age would not know, but were essential to a jedi, such as galactic politics.
When he was fourteen, after seeking the permission of a master, Sinya was permitted to construct his lightsaber. Constructing it in the style of his short-lived master's, the silver and black hilt was a standard, straight affair, with a bright blue crystal. He spent the better part of a month constructing the weapon, first constructing the metal components, and then spending almost two weeks meditating on the crystal itself.
Upon reaching the age of fifteen, Sinya had come to several conclusions. His study of Jedi history and methods had led him to believe that the Jedi way of thinking was flawed. The idea of having power and not using it, protecting those who could not do so themselves, struck him as a serious flaw. Why not use that power to your own advantage?
There was also the fact that Sinya was, though he denied it, angry. Angry at being a slave, angry at the death of his master, even though it had been a brief apprenticeship. Anger that nobody else had chosen him. Spending so much time among books and files and not much among sentients had made him somewhat reclusive, and left alone with his own thoughts, he knew, deep down, that the Jedi was not his place.
And so, over the following weeks, Sinya made preparations in secret to leave. He knew not where he would go, he just knew that if he stayed, his darkness would be revealed. He secreted supplies that he would need within his quarters, praying that he would not be found out.
And finally, when he felt that the time was right, he simply left. Signing a small shuttle out from the Temple garage under the fake authorisation of a master, Sinya fled in the night. Much to his surprise, he was not pursued, not as far as he was aware. Taking the shuttle to a nearby inhabited system, he landed it in a starport, gathered his equipment, and never looked back. Chartering passage on a passenger ship, he made his way to Nar Shadda, the smuggler's moon.
Stealing from the pockets of merchants and smugglers when he needed them, Sinya began seeking a purpose, a place that he could use his powers for his own gain. He found such employment in a most unlikely source: Keshua the Hutt.
The Hutt, who had moved his operations to the moon some years before, did not recognise the twi'lek he had once tormented. Sinya used an alternate name, and after some persuasion, gained a position as someone who "took care of problems" for Keshua. While Sinya revealed that he was a force user, he refused to tell any details of his life or his status, and the Hutt seemed content to have such a force using "servant."
He proved to be effective in this role. The first time he killed, a rodian who had gambling debts, he was nervous, felt doubt. Though he could not deny that he thrilled at the power, the ability to take a life with relative ease. The second time, he had no doubts. While he did not enjoy killing, he did enjoy the power of life and death over a person.
After several months of solving Keshua's problems and gaining a considerable amount of credits in the process, Sinya came to the conclusion that he had had enough. Late one night, as the venerable Hutt was sleeping in his throne room, Sinya held his lightsaber close to the Hutt's forehead and simply ignited it. The blade lanced through the Hutt's brain, and he was dead.
Fleeing into the night, Sinya stole a ship and left Nar Shadda behind, savouring the death of the slug that had once called him slave, and thinking that perhaps Korribban should be his next stop. After all, he had remembered reading in the archives that Korribban had once held a Sith Academy. Perhaps that would be a good place for him to start...
Lightsaber:
Sinya still has the lightsaber that he constructed during his time with the Jedi Order. He has not yet been able to change the crystal to a red one, lacking the crystal in the first place.
(image credits go to bioware)
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho-4
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: 4
Body: 2
Sense: 2
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 2
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: -4
RP Sample:
Sinya watched the human run away, tripping over his own feet in his haste to get away. Why do they always run? he thought with a slight shake of his head. As he watched, his quarry skidded to a stop some fifty feet away, looking around wildly. Sinya, stood with arms crossed at the only entrance to the alleyway, watched the cornered man's growing fear with a sigh.
He waited patiently as his target gradually realised that the only way out was past Sinya. Even in the dark, he could feel the human's fear, sense his heart beating ever faster. With a hint of amusement in his voice, Sinya addressed his victim. "Good evening Jifo. I'm sure you know why i'm here."
The man, Jifo, owed a substantial sum of credits to one of Keshua's Sabbac dens, and he knew it. More than he could ever hope to repay in fact. Keshua knew this, and decided that it would be more profitable to make an example of him, and so Sinya had been given the task.
The poor fool looked like he was about to cry, and even as Sinya strode down the alleyway towards his target, the human fell to his knees, looking up and the tall figure in the darkness. "P-p-please, spare me! Just g-g-give me more time, i'll get the m-money, I ssswear!"
Sinya shook his head theatrically. "That's not true, and we both know it."
Jifo actually did start crying at that point, and Sinya rolled his eyes. He was getting tired of this. "So, moving along," he stated with the air of someone who had better things to do. "Keshua has decided to make an example of you. Do you want to die like a man, which I doubt, or do you wish me to simply strike you down and leave you here like some form of vermin?"
Sinya thought he was being rather generous-he had never given any of his targets a choice before. But Jifo shook his head and continued snivelling, rocking back and forth and crying aloud. Sinya shrugged. "Very well then."
Taking a quick look around to confirm that there was nobody else in sight, he drew his lightsaber from under his cloak, pressed it to the man's chest, and activated it before he even had chance to begin begging again. Deactivating the blade as the smell of burnt flesh wafted into his nostrils, Sinya concealed the lightsaber once more, reflecting on his annoyance at being stuck with the blue blade still, and turned, heading out of the alleyway.
Stopping only long enough to look around and make sure nobody had seen him leaving the scene, he headed off into the night, back to Keshua's Cantina. His work was done for tonight.
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Every time he was given an audience with Keshua the Hutt, Sinya had to resist the urge to strangle the annoying slug. It wasn't the annoying part so much as his desire to deal with the menace that had held dominion over him for much of his life. Indeed, Sinya still had some of the faint scars that he had been given on Keshua's orders.
But for now, Sinya worked for the worm. Not that he would admit it, but he needed the money that the job paid. And despite some of Keshua's flaws, the corpulent slime did pay well.
"Your eminence," Sinya inclined his head in deference. "Jifo is dead, and when his body is found your example will be well made."
The Hutt's booming laugh echoed thought the room. He said something in Huttese, which, surprisingly enough given his time spent among them, Sinya did not understand. Fortuntley the Hutt's translator droid supplied the message in Basic.
"The great Keshua congratulates you on your forty-seventh problem solved. Your reward will be waiting for you at the door."
Sinya nodded and offered a low bow before turning and making for the door. It was a mild insult to do so without saying farewell to a Hutt, but Sinya did it most of the time, half hoping that the slug would try to have his guards stop him.
He made it to the door unopposed and out into the night, stopping only to take a small bag containing several thousand credits worth of cred-chips. He never dealt in digital currency anymore, it was too easy to track.
He headed back into the night, feeling confident that even in this bad area of Nar Shadda, nobody would be foolish enough to attack him.
Race: Twi'lek
Age: 17
Height: 5ft. 10in.
Weight: 140 lbs
Appearance:Sinya is a Lethan Twi'lek, one of the rarest sub-types of his race who posses red skin due to a genetic flaw. As some do, he had dyed portions of his Lekku black. He still wears the tunic that he wore as a padawan, though it has been changed to be slightly darker than it was before. His eyes are still a natural blue, and will likely remain so.
Personality:
Sinya is not exactly a prime example of your stereotypical Sith. While he may anger easily, he does not often show it, instead maintaining a cool, calculating demeanour. He has a tendency to insult people, but does it in such an off-hand, calm way that amusingly enough(to Sinya at least) serves to magnify the insult.
Sinya is something of a socio path. Instead of simply lashing out at a foe in anger, he tends to plot and plan, striking only when the moment is right to provide the best effect to him. He is not naturally cruel, however, and unlike some will not lash out and cause pain when it is not needed. While he will not hesitate to kill an opponent or someone who is an obstacle to his goals, by the same token he will not strike down someone who poses him no threat or is not a hindrance.
Birth place: Nal Hutta
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Jedi Order
Previous Rank: Padawan
Bio:
Childhood
Age 0-5
Sinya was born on Nal Hutta, the son of a pair of slaves in Keshua the Hutt's palace. Being property of the Hutt, his parents were not permitted to name their child, andKeshua had something of a sense of humour. He commanded that the young boy would be named Sinya, a female name in the Twi'lek language.
From almost before he could walk, Sinya was assigned to work within the Hutt's grand throne room. Running odd jobs, fetching a narglehorn for a musician, retrieving his master's snacks when he dropped them, and the like. All the while, the corpulent old Hutt would laugh at the young boy,making light of his name. On the rare occasions when Sinya showed any emotion at such teasing, he was beaten.
Slaves were given no education, and Sinya was rarely exposed to any outside knowledge. The only things he really knew came from the tales that smugglers and bounty hunters would share with each other within Keshua's throne room.
Sinya's parents were killed at the same time. Sent out to polish a statue outside the palace gates, they were both hit by an out-of-control speeder, kiling them both instantly. The accident made Sinya mad, but he could do nothing, and when he appeared angry, he was beaten. His sadness quickly evaporated under the threat of more beatings than he already received.
A Jedi Knight arrived on Nal Hutta one day when Sinya was around five. Sinya could only understand snippets of the Jedi's conversation with his master, but he heard something about "the Force." Thinking nothing in particular of it, the young twi'lek was given leave to take his daily rest period, and so left the room. His master received visitors all the time, he thought, and it was none of his concern what they were about.
The next day was a good deal more lively. Early in the morning, just as Sinya was rising, the palace was attacked. A rival Hutt clan had launched a raid on Keshua's palace. As Sinya rushed to his master's throne room, he found the Jedi from last night standing in the middle, hands wrapped around a strange weapon. Sinya had never seen a lightsaber before, and it entranced him. The bright blue blade of light swinging it's way through attackers mesmerized the young twi'lek.
He was even more surprised when the Jedi told him that Sinya could come with him, be a Jedi just like him. Sinya jumped at the opprutinity, hoping that maybe the Jedi master's wouldn't beat him like Keshua did. The Hutt objected at first, before the Jedi pointed out that he had saved Keshua's life by helping to stop the raid. And so, when the Jedi left for the temple, he took Sinya with him.
Age 6-10
Being brought to the temple was quite a culture shock for Sinya. Indeed, after being brought to the temple on Tython, he was known to flinch whenever anyone moved suddenly near him, thinking that they would hit him.
It took close to a year for him to be able to train as a youngling. In addition to being taught basic lessons such as reading and arithmetic, he also had to be carefully watched as he healed. A lifetime of beatings and poor food had left him weak and frail, unable to stand up to the rigours of even basic training. While he had some opprutinity to socialise with the others his age at the temple, he rarely did so. To him the others were different. They all knew each other, they were all friends. He was the outsider.
By the time he had reached the age of seven, Sinya was considered ready to become a youngling. The beginning of his Jedi training was yet another shock for him. Their ways made little sense to Sinya. Why have power if not to use it? When he posed this question to one of the masters, he was told that restraint was the true test of power. This further confused Sinya, but he was smart enough not to ask again.
One question that he did ask however, concerned the Knight who had found him. After asking several masters, he learned that the Knight had been dispatched to attempt a diplomatic resolution to the growing Hutt clan wars, which were often raging, causing great loss of life all around. The Jedi had ignited his blade during the second day of his mission when he found himself in the middle of one such raid, intending to protect the lives of those innocents that inhabited the palace.
His training continued until the age of ten, during which time he learned in much the same way as the other younglings. He gained a basic shii-cho proficiency, and learned the very basic ways of the force. He was not an exceptional student in general, nor was he a poor performer, he was in most respects average. He was found, however, to posess a degree of talent with stealth. While he had yet to receive any such training, it was noted by some of his trainers that his footsteps were naturally quick and quiet, and that when he wished to remain unseen he had a habit of staying near the back of a group and blending in with others.
One note is that he was still teased constantly by the others, particularly the other twi'lek younglings due to his name. When noticed by the masters they were quick to put a stop to the teasing, but it resumed nonetheless when he was alone with others.
Age 11-17
The age came when he was put forth to become a padawan learner. For several months the other younglings were steadily chosen, and by the time a year had passed, there were fewer than ten younglings of the proper age in the temple who had not been selected, Sinya included. After his increasing dismay was noticed, and after several meetings with the masters, he was selected by a knight named Drox Anjek, who he had never previously met. The two became friends very quickly however, and it wasn't only a few months after they were officially paired that their first mission was under way. They were to travel to Kuat, to mediate between two guilds of miners that were rapidly approaching conflict.
The mission, Sinya's first, did not go as planned. The dispute was already on the verge of outright violence by the time that they arrived. The two groups of miners were apparently vying for rights to the same single mine, which had been found to contain deposits of a rare ore.
Within an hour of arriving, it became apparent that neither Drox nor his padawan were having any effect on the hotheaded miners. Drox was not particularly experienced in mind tricks and calm, rational discussion had already come and gone. When a physical fight broke out, the pair of Jedi ignited their sabres, to little avail. While some of the miners stopped their attack, the more hardened ones took to attacking each other, brawling like thugs. Unfortunately, Droz was caught in the middle of the brawl, and in his determination not to hurt anyone, he was caught unaware. A large metal pole, intended for the chest of a miner, struck him in the back of the head, and he was trampled underfoot as he fell.
Sinya fled. Knowing that the miners would not help him, and knowing that they were far out into the wilderness, he felt that he had little option but to run. For over a week he was alone on an unfamiliar planet, with little in the way of supplies. He was forced to eat local wildlife, sleep under trees, and simply wait for the fourteen days before a jedi relief shuttle found him, having locked onto his homing beacon.
Taken back to the temple, Sinya was once again a padawan without a master. After several further weeks of waiting, he decided that if a master chose him then he would be glad, but if not, he would simply carry on without. Lacking many options, he all but secluded himself within the portions of the archives that he was able to access.
The next three years saw much the same. Most of the time Sinya would spend in the archives or, occasionally, training with other padawans. He delved into texts on the Jedi philosophy, styles, and methods. He learned a good deal about the galaxy, it's geography, it's people, and the like. In short, he gained the sort of knowledge that most children of his age in the galaxy had that he had been lacking, plus some of the more exotic things that those his age would not know, but were essential to a jedi, such as galactic politics.
When he was fourteen, after seeking the permission of a master, Sinya was permitted to construct his lightsaber. Constructing it in the style of his short-lived master's, the silver and black hilt was a standard, straight affair, with a bright blue crystal. He spent the better part of a month constructing the weapon, first constructing the metal components, and then spending almost two weeks meditating on the crystal itself.
Upon reaching the age of fifteen, Sinya had come to several conclusions. His study of Jedi history and methods had led him to believe that the Jedi way of thinking was flawed. The idea of having power and not using it, protecting those who could not do so themselves, struck him as a serious flaw. Why not use that power to your own advantage?
There was also the fact that Sinya was, though he denied it, angry. Angry at being a slave, angry at the death of his master, even though it had been a brief apprenticeship. Anger that nobody else had chosen him. Spending so much time among books and files and not much among sentients had made him somewhat reclusive, and left alone with his own thoughts, he knew, deep down, that the Jedi was not his place.
And so, over the following weeks, Sinya made preparations in secret to leave. He knew not where he would go, he just knew that if he stayed, his darkness would be revealed. He secreted supplies that he would need within his quarters, praying that he would not be found out.
And finally, when he felt that the time was right, he simply left. Signing a small shuttle out from the Temple garage under the fake authorisation of a master, Sinya fled in the night. Much to his surprise, he was not pursued, not as far as he was aware. Taking the shuttle to a nearby inhabited system, he landed it in a starport, gathered his equipment, and never looked back. Chartering passage on a passenger ship, he made his way to Nar Shadda, the smuggler's moon.
Stealing from the pockets of merchants and smugglers when he needed them, Sinya began seeking a purpose, a place that he could use his powers for his own gain. He found such employment in a most unlikely source: Keshua the Hutt.
The Hutt, who had moved his operations to the moon some years before, did not recognise the twi'lek he had once tormented. Sinya used an alternate name, and after some persuasion, gained a position as someone who "took care of problems" for Keshua. While Sinya revealed that he was a force user, he refused to tell any details of his life or his status, and the Hutt seemed content to have such a force using "servant."
He proved to be effective in this role. The first time he killed, a rodian who had gambling debts, he was nervous, felt doubt. Though he could not deny that he thrilled at the power, the ability to take a life with relative ease. The second time, he had no doubts. While he did not enjoy killing, he did enjoy the power of life and death over a person.
After several months of solving Keshua's problems and gaining a considerable amount of credits in the process, Sinya came to the conclusion that he had had enough. Late one night, as the venerable Hutt was sleeping in his throne room, Sinya held his lightsaber close to the Hutt's forehead and simply ignited it. The blade lanced through the Hutt's brain, and he was dead.
Fleeing into the night, Sinya stole a ship and left Nar Shadda behind, savouring the death of the slug that had once called him slave, and thinking that perhaps Korribban should be his next stop. After all, he had remembered reading in the archives that Korribban had once held a Sith Academy. Perhaps that would be a good place for him to start...
Lightsaber:
Sinya still has the lightsaber that he constructed during his time with the Jedi Order. He has not yet been able to change the crystal to a red one, lacking the crystal in the first place.
(image credits go to bioware)
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho-4
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: 4
Body: 2
Sense: 2
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 2
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: -4
RP Sample:
Sinya watched the human run away, tripping over his own feet in his haste to get away. Why do they always run? he thought with a slight shake of his head. As he watched, his quarry skidded to a stop some fifty feet away, looking around wildly. Sinya, stood with arms crossed at the only entrance to the alleyway, watched the cornered man's growing fear with a sigh.
He waited patiently as his target gradually realised that the only way out was past Sinya. Even in the dark, he could feel the human's fear, sense his heart beating ever faster. With a hint of amusement in his voice, Sinya addressed his victim. "Good evening Jifo. I'm sure you know why i'm here."
The man, Jifo, owed a substantial sum of credits to one of Keshua's Sabbac dens, and he knew it. More than he could ever hope to repay in fact. Keshua knew this, and decided that it would be more profitable to make an example of him, and so Sinya had been given the task.
The poor fool looked like he was about to cry, and even as Sinya strode down the alleyway towards his target, the human fell to his knees, looking up and the tall figure in the darkness. "P-p-please, spare me! Just g-g-give me more time, i'll get the m-money, I ssswear!"
Sinya shook his head theatrically. "That's not true, and we both know it."
Jifo actually did start crying at that point, and Sinya rolled his eyes. He was getting tired of this. "So, moving along," he stated with the air of someone who had better things to do. "Keshua has decided to make an example of you. Do you want to die like a man, which I doubt, or do you wish me to simply strike you down and leave you here like some form of vermin?"
Sinya thought he was being rather generous-he had never given any of his targets a choice before. But Jifo shook his head and continued snivelling, rocking back and forth and crying aloud. Sinya shrugged. "Very well then."
Taking a quick look around to confirm that there was nobody else in sight, he drew his lightsaber from under his cloak, pressed it to the man's chest, and activated it before he even had chance to begin begging again. Deactivating the blade as the smell of burnt flesh wafted into his nostrils, Sinya concealed the lightsaber once more, reflecting on his annoyance at being stuck with the blue blade still, and turned, heading out of the alleyway.
Stopping only long enough to look around and make sure nobody had seen him leaving the scene, he headed off into the night, back to Keshua's Cantina. His work was done for tonight.
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Every time he was given an audience with Keshua the Hutt, Sinya had to resist the urge to strangle the annoying slug. It wasn't the annoying part so much as his desire to deal with the menace that had held dominion over him for much of his life. Indeed, Sinya still had some of the faint scars that he had been given on Keshua's orders.
But for now, Sinya worked for the worm. Not that he would admit it, but he needed the money that the job paid. And despite some of Keshua's flaws, the corpulent slime did pay well.
"Your eminence," Sinya inclined his head in deference. "Jifo is dead, and when his body is found your example will be well made."
The Hutt's booming laugh echoed thought the room. He said something in Huttese, which, surprisingly enough given his time spent among them, Sinya did not understand. Fortuntley the Hutt's translator droid supplied the message in Basic.
"The great Keshua congratulates you on your forty-seventh problem solved. Your reward will be waiting for you at the door."
Sinya nodded and offered a low bow before turning and making for the door. It was a mild insult to do so without saying farewell to a Hutt, but Sinya did it most of the time, half hoping that the slug would try to have his guards stop him.
He made it to the door unopposed and out into the night, stopping only to take a small bag containing several thousand credits worth of cred-chips. He never dealt in digital currency anymore, it was too easy to track.
He headed back into the night, feeling confident that even in this bad area of Nar Shadda, nobody would be foolish enough to attack him.
