Post by mystiquefox on Feb 5, 2012 22:36:40 GMT -5
Name: Sashyna (Sasha) N'Ayberena
Race: Chiss
Age: 22
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 122 lbs
Appearance: Like all Chiss, Sasha has blue skin and bright red eyes that adjust to the oxygen levels in the air. In high-oxygen areas, her eyes glow brighter in contrast to her skin. She has stright black hair that goes to about her mid-back. She wears it usually in a single braid or up in a ponytail. She is short for her race and has a slender, curvy build, more around her hips and bust area. She has a rounded face adrned with full lips that are usually red or black. She wears tight-fitting, black clothing in order to maneuver around tight areas and to add to her increased agility. While in hiding, she wears a black cloak. She also has a brand with the initials "JL" on her lower back, visible when she wears clothing that reveals her mid-drift.
Personality: Sasha is generally quiet and accepting, whether she likes it or not. She has learned to obey her master without slightest question, even if she doesn't like what he's asking of her. She is very loyal, but almost not very willing. She has a strong willpower and has a very stubborn side, which can either help her or get her in a lot of trouble. She isn't very modest and knows she's quite beautiful, she she uses that to her advantage only if she is in dire need of it. She can, in return, be quite seductive and manipulating in order to get her what she wants. She hates losing, and will only give up if her life is in danger. She has a hard time putting her heart into her work sometimes, but is satisfied when everything goes as planned.
Birth place: Csilla
Faction: Sith
Rank: Apprentice
Bio: Sasha was born on the planet Csilla to a single mother in a poor, farming community. The planet had never been prosperous, and most civilians had gone off to fight or to find a better life. Being as stubborn, and as poor as her mother was, she never wanted to leave ehr home planet, fearing what was out there, and what could harm her children. Sasha had 3 brother and 4 other sisters, two of the three brothers having left to find better work; they never returned. The other, Frezlen, stayed with his mother in order to help her around the farm. Sasha never got along with her sisters and constantly fought with them, and the only person who truly ever cared for her was Frezlen.
As she grew up under the close watch of her brother, he began to notice strange things from her. Even if she didn't realize it, she could move things away from her with a wave of her hand, and she often woke up telling him about crazy dreams that always seemed to come true. One night, Sasha woke up in tears, telling her brother that men with metal creatures had come to take her away. Frezlen simply told her to go back to bed, brushing it off that it had only been a dream, even if his instincts told him otherwise.
The next day, a large ship landed in their small village, demanding slaves. They offered reasonably high prices for any, and soon many families found themselves selling off their less-valuable, younger children. Frezlen tried to talk his mother out of selling them, but she had already accepted the money in return for 3 of her daughters, including Sasha. Sasha didn't leave without afight, but unfortunatly for this 16 year old girl, she was not strong enough. Frezlen tried desperatly to retrieve his favorite sister, but was killed when he assaulted an armed guard outside of the ship. From then on, Sasha had never stopped mourning her brother.
She was sold to a club-owner on Caruscant for a hefty price, being as healthy and weak as she was. She wasn't suited for farm work, and would fetch a lot of attentiopn as a dancer. She refused upon many times to dance their, one time sending a table into a man. She always knew she was different than others, but then she realized when she was really upset, unexplainable things happened. Things moved, or she could even hear what others were thinking. But, her disobediance came with a price after she had escaped for the 5th time, then recaptured. The owner branded his initials on her lower back, to make her remember where her loyalties lied. If she disobeyed him again, her swore to her that he would find her famiyl and kill them before her eyes, in which Sasha believed, and obeyed.
Several years later, when she was 19, she was freed by a stranger who had come tot he bar on many occasions, just to watch her. He had noticed her unique abilites and addressed them immediatly, saying she had great potential as a Jedi. At first, Sasha refused, but the opportunity to escape this dreadful place was much too tempting, so she joined the stranger. She was then addressed by the council, who all agreed she was much too old to undergo proper training. The man who rescued her apologized, and sent her back on the streets.
Frustrated and angry, Sasha spent weeks always wondering where her next meal would come from. She never wanted to go back to the life she once knew, but at least there she was given food. Freedom was actually not that sweet. But, someone with the Sith had heard of a rejected Jedi and jumped on the opportunity to add another to their ranks. Sasha reluctantly joined, not actually knowing the difference between the Jedi order, and the Sith. She was trained to use the dark side, able to fine-tune her mind-control and mind-reading abilities to a great feet, her agility had improved greatly also. She had become a fine apprentice and addition to the Sith, finding that her loyalty was undying, mainly from the fear of returning to the life she had once lived. Even if Sasha does not enjoy her work, she is constantly reminded of where she could be instead.
Lightsaber: Double-bladed with a light, titanium handle.
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho:2
Makashi: 5
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 4
Body: 3
Sense: 3
Protection: 2
Healing: 4
Destruction: 2
Specialized Skills:
Force Thought
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 8
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 5
Force Attunement: 2
RP Sample: The only sound Sasha focused on was the sound of her own breathing. Everything had to be perfect, each step, each fluid arm movement, each bead of sweat upon her brow, each exhale carefully controlled. Any sound could give her away, that was how she trained. Adorned in all black, not a single scrap of flapping cloth on her, she began her descent into the tunnel. Each step she took here marked another step closer to her destination, another step cloder to an inevitable confrontation. She was strong in her swiftness, in her ability to blend in, but in combat she was as weak as she looked.
As her thoughts rushed, so did her breathing. Sasha quickly regulated it once more, glancing at her turbid refelction in the concreate wall besid eher, to see the faint refelction of red. Her eyes. She slowed her breathing, reducing the oxygen she inhaled, and her eyes began to dim. Her biggest weakness was her eyes. She closed them momentarily as she approached her destination, voices coming in clearer as she approached. As the tunnel narrowed, she began to crawl slowly, methodically. The voices were directly above her now, and as strong as ever. Now was the time. She opened her eyes and looked above her, clutching her saber on her belt and igniting it, then forcefully jammed it in the ceiling above her. She was never the one to keep someone waiting.
Race: Chiss
Age: 22
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 122 lbs
Appearance: Like all Chiss, Sasha has blue skin and bright red eyes that adjust to the oxygen levels in the air. In high-oxygen areas, her eyes glow brighter in contrast to her skin. She has stright black hair that goes to about her mid-back. She wears it usually in a single braid or up in a ponytail. She is short for her race and has a slender, curvy build, more around her hips and bust area. She has a rounded face adrned with full lips that are usually red or black. She wears tight-fitting, black clothing in order to maneuver around tight areas and to add to her increased agility. While in hiding, she wears a black cloak. She also has a brand with the initials "JL" on her lower back, visible when she wears clothing that reveals her mid-drift.
Personality: Sasha is generally quiet and accepting, whether she likes it or not. She has learned to obey her master without slightest question, even if she doesn't like what he's asking of her. She is very loyal, but almost not very willing. She has a strong willpower and has a very stubborn side, which can either help her or get her in a lot of trouble. She isn't very modest and knows she's quite beautiful, she she uses that to her advantage only if she is in dire need of it. She can, in return, be quite seductive and manipulating in order to get her what she wants. She hates losing, and will only give up if her life is in danger. She has a hard time putting her heart into her work sometimes, but is satisfied when everything goes as planned.
Birth place: Csilla
Faction: Sith
Rank: Apprentice
Bio: Sasha was born on the planet Csilla to a single mother in a poor, farming community. The planet had never been prosperous, and most civilians had gone off to fight or to find a better life. Being as stubborn, and as poor as her mother was, she never wanted to leave ehr home planet, fearing what was out there, and what could harm her children. Sasha had 3 brother and 4 other sisters, two of the three brothers having left to find better work; they never returned. The other, Frezlen, stayed with his mother in order to help her around the farm. Sasha never got along with her sisters and constantly fought with them, and the only person who truly ever cared for her was Frezlen.
As she grew up under the close watch of her brother, he began to notice strange things from her. Even if she didn't realize it, she could move things away from her with a wave of her hand, and she often woke up telling him about crazy dreams that always seemed to come true. One night, Sasha woke up in tears, telling her brother that men with metal creatures had come to take her away. Frezlen simply told her to go back to bed, brushing it off that it had only been a dream, even if his instincts told him otherwise.
The next day, a large ship landed in their small village, demanding slaves. They offered reasonably high prices for any, and soon many families found themselves selling off their less-valuable, younger children. Frezlen tried to talk his mother out of selling them, but she had already accepted the money in return for 3 of her daughters, including Sasha. Sasha didn't leave without afight, but unfortunatly for this 16 year old girl, she was not strong enough. Frezlen tried desperatly to retrieve his favorite sister, but was killed when he assaulted an armed guard outside of the ship. From then on, Sasha had never stopped mourning her brother.
She was sold to a club-owner on Caruscant for a hefty price, being as healthy and weak as she was. She wasn't suited for farm work, and would fetch a lot of attentiopn as a dancer. She refused upon many times to dance their, one time sending a table into a man. She always knew she was different than others, but then she realized when she was really upset, unexplainable things happened. Things moved, or she could even hear what others were thinking. But, her disobediance came with a price after she had escaped for the 5th time, then recaptured. The owner branded his initials on her lower back, to make her remember where her loyalties lied. If she disobeyed him again, her swore to her that he would find her famiyl and kill them before her eyes, in which Sasha believed, and obeyed.
Several years later, when she was 19, she was freed by a stranger who had come tot he bar on many occasions, just to watch her. He had noticed her unique abilites and addressed them immediatly, saying she had great potential as a Jedi. At first, Sasha refused, but the opportunity to escape this dreadful place was much too tempting, so she joined the stranger. She was then addressed by the council, who all agreed she was much too old to undergo proper training. The man who rescued her apologized, and sent her back on the streets.
Frustrated and angry, Sasha spent weeks always wondering where her next meal would come from. She never wanted to go back to the life she once knew, but at least there she was given food. Freedom was actually not that sweet. But, someone with the Sith had heard of a rejected Jedi and jumped on the opportunity to add another to their ranks. Sasha reluctantly joined, not actually knowing the difference between the Jedi order, and the Sith. She was trained to use the dark side, able to fine-tune her mind-control and mind-reading abilities to a great feet, her agility had improved greatly also. She had become a fine apprentice and addition to the Sith, finding that her loyalty was undying, mainly from the fear of returning to the life she had once lived. Even if Sasha does not enjoy her work, she is constantly reminded of where she could be instead.
Lightsaber: Double-bladed with a light, titanium handle.
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho:2
Makashi: 5
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 4
Body: 3
Sense: 3
Protection: 2
Healing: 4
Destruction: 2
Specialized Skills:
Force Thought
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 8
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 5
Force Attunement: 2
RP Sample: The only sound Sasha focused on was the sound of her own breathing. Everything had to be perfect, each step, each fluid arm movement, each bead of sweat upon her brow, each exhale carefully controlled. Any sound could give her away, that was how she trained. Adorned in all black, not a single scrap of flapping cloth on her, she began her descent into the tunnel. Each step she took here marked another step closer to her destination, another step cloder to an inevitable confrontation. She was strong in her swiftness, in her ability to blend in, but in combat she was as weak as she looked.
As her thoughts rushed, so did her breathing. Sasha quickly regulated it once more, glancing at her turbid refelction in the concreate wall besid eher, to see the faint refelction of red. Her eyes. She slowed her breathing, reducing the oxygen she inhaled, and her eyes began to dim. Her biggest weakness was her eyes. She closed them momentarily as she approached her destination, voices coming in clearer as she approached. As the tunnel narrowed, she began to crawl slowly, methodically. The voices were directly above her now, and as strong as ever. Now was the time. She opened her eyes and looked above her, clutching her saber on her belt and igniting it, then forcefully jammed it in the ceiling above her. She was never the one to keep someone waiting.
