Post by Zarkana on Oct 21, 2012 4:11:30 GMT -5
Character Permission: third character
password: Acklay
Name: Shala Ecsedy
Race: Human {Kuati and Tetan Ancestry}
Age: 21
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120lbs
Birth place: Yaga Minor
Current Residence: The Cachtice
Appearance:
Light brunette hair frames her face, long cascading tresses flow like a gentle stream down over her shoulders and back, stopping at mid back length. It is never kept tied up or confined, and allowed to rest loose upon her head. The hair serves a purpose to bring the attention of beings away from her supple breast and to her stunning smokey blue grey eyes, where their attention is held. This is due to the heavy mascara that she wears, along with black eyeliner and eyeshadow, which furthers to enhance her smokey blue grey eyes, making them more noticeable and prominent. Lips of a soft peach color are enhanced with a simple lip liner to show off the natural beauty of her soft lips, all the while keeping attention upon her face, which is often graced with a seductive smile, while her eyes seem to know the very desire of any being whom looks upon them.
Soft pale white skin graces her body, devoid and free of all scars, or any signs of injury from her youth. Every morning and night she covers her skin in seductive oils and unguents, all in a means to preserve and whiten her skin, keeping it flawless. Her continued seeking to keep her skin youthful has lead to her habit of bathing in blood, thinking it will keep her skin pure and youthful and prevent her aging.
Clothing just as unique and odd as the woman whom wears them graces her body, with the most notable being that of a hawk bone amulet. The skull of a small hawk wore around her neck, with an inscription inside that calls out to some long forgotten deity of old for protection, good luck, and long life. Sultry dresses drape over her body, with long ruffled sleeves that allow her arms from her elbows down to be free from the confines of cloth. A form fitting dress holds tightly to her waist and upper form, before it sprawls out the further that it descends upon her. High heeled boots that cover to her knee are hidden beneath the long dress, giving her a graceful step, one which she uses to her advantage when approaching those of either the male or female sex. Above her blouse she wears a bodice, formed to fit her shape and support her supple breast, while drawing attention to them just as her makeup draws attention to her face. Her shoulders, with except to the straps of the bodice, remain bare, showing her soft white skin.
A most unique article rests upon her left hand were one would expect to see a wedding ring, which is instead replaced by a signet ring which is graced with her families crest, taken from her father and refitted to fit her slender fingers so it may rest comfortably upon her hand.
Personality:
Suffering from bouts of uncontrollable rage and fits since she was a child, they have not diminished with age, and some can even suggest that they've become more prevalent in her later life. This has caused many to believe that she has a chemical imbalance in her brain, one that she refuses to admit to and will fly into a fit of rage should it even be suggested around her. This has lead to her at her age to become more paranoid that those around her whom even suggest such a mental illness are only out to get her and her money.
Her narcissistic views have done nothing to lessen the fear and worry of those around her, or whom have come in contact with her. This belief that she is the most beautiful has resonated through out her "court" to the point that all members when asked about Shala will immediately say that she is beautiful, of which she constantly demands praise and admiration when she walks into a room. This has lead to her belief that bathing in blood will allow her skin to remain youthful and soft, and will prevent her from aging.
She also suffers from a father complex, which grew at a young age, stemmed by her father constantly watching over his little princess and keeping her safe. This has lead her to admire elderly men into a more sexual way, just as she had done with her own father, however these relationships more often then naught often end with her killing the male, fearing that they would leave her for someone younger and preventing them from doing so. This part of her father complex stemmed from the fact that she poisoned her own mother in order to be with her father, whom in turn passed away from grief, after she had forced him into a long relationship. However she is not beyond using her wiles to seduce either men or women, depending on whom has her eye at that moment in time.
For all her ups and downs however, it can be said that oddly enough she has developed a soft spot for bunnies. This furthers the intrigue of those around her as she wont allow bunnies to be harmed anywhere in her home or in front of her. This has lead to the death of a chef or two whom have presented her with a rabbit dinner or stew. It has also been observed that she seems to revert to a child like nature when she is handling any of her pet rabbits.
In more recent years her anger and rage has been tempered by her exile, along with the extended periods of time that Shala has spent with her pet rabbits and in the greenhouse on her vessel. While she still has her fits and moments of rage, they have become lessened in severity and occurrence.
Occupation: Exiled Aristocrat / Alchemist - Poison making
Rank: Noble / Journeyman
Personal Transportation:
The Cachtice
Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio:
Family and Birth
To herself no one else could embodied the completely different worlds that she comes from other than her. She comes from a world of prestige, or wealth and power, and at the same time she comes from a world of poverty, disease and slavery. Shala is a construct of these two worlds, of the mentality present by both, and yet she grew to become a being that would combine them in such a way that it would produce a rage that few would be able to tame, and every fewer were even willing to attempt such an act. For her she is the outcome of two beings whom had met, and yet she loved one and held nothing more than contempt for the other.
Veppesh was her father, a man whom came from the high aristocracy of Kuat, the one whom was set to inherit his families riches, and yet was so very close to losing them all due in part to the society in which he lived. As he wanted for a child, his wife was already seeking out a telbun with which whom she would consummate and give birth to a child. This system though, be it established for many years, he so disenchanted Veppesh that when the time came, he refused, and rather he stole his family fortune back for himself, sickened by the system that the Kuati people continued to use. He left his world of Kuat, and instead he fled towards the Sith Empire, so distrusting of the Republic that he no longer wished any part of the failing system. He would resettle on the verdant world of Yaga Minor, building his own wealth and power once more on this new world. In mere years he turned the simple hovel into the Ecsedy Estate, a vast complex that showed off his wealth.
Amelia was her mother, and the only person whom she despised so much that it is said no one since then has ever sickened Shala more than this one whom, the very one whom she was spawned from. Amelia was of Tetan ancestry, yet she did not earn or inherit the same life as Veppesh, no she was forced into one of misery and depravity, being sold by her only living relative, her brother, into slavery to pay for a debt. She was forced to become the arm candy of others, to dress in clothing so revealing that it left very little left to the imagination. It was this woman whom would spurn the rage of Shala as she grew older, yet it was this woman whom loved her daughter no matter the actions she had taken. Amelia was only one of the few lucky ones whom managed to catch the eye of a man, one whom would set her free.
Veppesh would meet Amelia mere years after he reestablished himself on Yaga Minor, coming across the young woman in the service of a man whom called himself a crime lord. The moment he first saw this woman though, he realized that Amelia had to be his and could belong to no one else. So he sought her out, made offer upon offer to her owner whom spurned and tossed each one back, until he forced Veppesh into a corner, and in that moment the true rage behind the man was unleashed for the first time. Without a second thought he ordered the dismantlement of this so called crime lord, destroying his men, cutting his profits away, and tearing his life out from beneath him one by one until he was all that stood between Veppesh and Amelia. In the end the man was smart enough to give Veppesh what he wanted, and managed to leave with his life intact.
So this is where the story of Shala begins, at the start of a new relationship between this man and woman whom had come from so very different worlds. It was months after Veppesh gained Amelia that she was freed and married to her savior as she would call him later in life. It was a year after that marriage that Shala was born into this world, into this galaxy of turmoil, and within the swathed blankets lay a babe whom would bring about her own definition of rage. Shala was born on 3622 BBY, in the Ecsedy Estate on Yaga Minor, coming into the world surrounded by servants and those whom would watch over her for the rest of her life. It would be these men and women whom in the long run would discover that rage that was born on this day.
For the most part Shala was a normal baby, and she hadn't yet come to hate her mother, or show such an obsession over her father. No for this moment she was a smiling baby whom latched to her mothers breast and felt the love that both of her parents showered upon her. Though in all the years to come she would change as her mind and body grew, she would become something completely different when compared to the happy and sweet child that had been born those many years ago.
Childhood
The first few years of her childhood were uneventful, marked only by the small cries of a little girl scrapping her knee, or hurting herself as she ran this way and that way across the large spacious estate that she was growing up in. It wasn't too long though before she began to develop the fits that would mark her life, the bouts of uncontrollable rage that made those around her begin to worry. These fits would begin to increase in number and length the older she grew, going from one or two a month, then a few a week until they were almost a daily occurrence. It was also around this time that Shala began to grow to despise her mother, the hatred of her mother's past and where she came from began to grow as Shala grew and understood what it meant that she came from a half slave family, the most popular insult thrown by the other children.
It was during a calm and bright day that her first fit in public was seen, the rage behind her eyes so fiery and brilliant that it was difficult to subside it. As Shala was playing by herself, like she did on most days, some of the other children came over and began to insult her. Poking fun at her mother and Shala herself for always playing alone and having no friends, it quickly became too much for the little girl to deal with and repress. She leapt up and attacked the girl whom had been leading the insults. With a plastic shovel in hand she began to beat the girl while the other children ran screaming to their parents.
Not only using the small plastic shovel, Shala eventually began to bite the other child, pulling back after each bite until she was pulled off and separated from the other children by the servants watching over her. The other small girl was quickly rushed off to have her injuries looked after, and this was the moment that would cause others to begin to shun Shala and shy away from her in fear of her fits and rage. By the time she was returned home to the Ecsedy Estate by the servants, she had calmed down, though the rage was still bubbling at the surface.
That same rage would quickly erupt again when she heard that one of the servants was going to tell Amelia what her daughter had done. In that moment of pure rage Shala rushed at the servant and pushed her weight into the young woman's legs, which was enough for the woman to lose her balance. In turn she fell head over heels down the large entry way steps until she came to the bottom with a sickening crunch, which sounded the marking of the woman's neck breaking. It was another servant that quickly covered Shala's eyes in a vein attempt to prevent the little girl from seeing the body as she was rushed away from the top of the steps and back to her room.
Ultimately the death would be ruled an accident, caused by a toy that was found near the body at the bottom of the steps. Shala though would be forced to meet with a child psychologist to ensure that she wasnt suffering from any ill thoughts or dreams after having seeing the young maid laying dead at the bottom of the steps. The psychologist though did notice the odd way Shala was acting, though like most she just brushed it off as a phase that the little girl would grow out of upon coming to adolescence, though others would begin to whisper that she had deeper issues that needed to be studied.
Adolescence
Much of her adolescence was purposely hidden and covered up by her family to prevent the information from being used against them, though the rumors were more than enough to begin to bring up accusations and ill will towards the Ecsedy's. Her growth in these next few years were greatly effected by a single moment in her life when she found her parents together in bed making love. With a mind already in turmoil, with what others would claim later as a chemical imbalance in her brain, Shala quickly became enamored with learning all she could about sex and sexual acts. This in turned caused her to become highly promiscuous, with some rumors being that she had many lovers among the servants, both men and women.
It was one of these servants that would father Shala's first child, the knowledge of which would be covered up. The father in turn would be banished and never seen again, though the rumor persist that he had in fact been killed to silence him. The pregnancy however did not prevent Shala from continuing her promiscuous acts, which even her own hand maidens had difficulty keeping their eyes on her and keeping her out of trouble. There was even a few of her own hand maidens whom in the end were taken into Shala's bed and spread out amongst the covers, their own shame in the act keeping them quiet.
Within nine months Shala gave birth to a son, though the child would not survive, passing away in the night from a combination of the child rolling to his stomach and inferior lungs which essentially caused the child to smoother itself. Shala would bury her son under a tree on the Ecsedy estate, while her parents kept the birth a secret. The next years were not easy on anyone in the Ecsedy estate, as Shala would take to wandering the halls wailing and moaning at the death of her child, keeping her parents and servants up at all hours of the night with her incoherent crying.
Strangely her father Veppesh was the one whom went to Shala to console her over the loss of her child, her mother Amelia on the other hand wanted nothing to do with her daughter at that moment, which would further the hate that Shala felt towards her. Oddly it would be Veppesh whom went to one of the younger servants and managed to talk the young man into sleeping with his daughter as a means to keep her from continuing her nightly wandering and crying. This though would prove costly to the servant, whom during a night of love with Shala found the young woman going too far during the sexual act to the point that she beat him to death with a whip. This death was covered up and the body disposed of, though Shala had strangely returned to her normal self, or what had been to that point considered normal for the young woman.
Marriage
As a means to become control his daughter, Veppesh had approached an elderly aristocrat whom was looking for a young wife. Shala would find herself in an arranged marriage at the young age of fifteen, however her eyes were already on her own father, having come to love him and want him due in part to all the care and love he had shown to her. Eventually these feelings would evolve into the father complex she would develop at an older age in her life. The man whom she married was well known as a wealthy man whose previous wife had passed years before he had. To Shala the marriage was nothing more than a means to an end, the first step towards a goal and what she really wanted.
Anstino had already lived a long and full life, having the wealth of his family for years, even adding to it when his wife passed in the previous years. As a young man he had established his own shipping company, which he would later sell for a large profit before he turned his attention to another company, slowly building them up one by one and selling them at their peak which allowed for his early retirement. Now at his age it was Shala that would become his last hope to sire a child, since his previous wife was barren and they were unable to produce.
Shala for that reason alone put on a facade of kindness, even attempted to hold her rage and constant fits in check, or at the very least make an attempt to prevent her husband from seeing them. To this end the marriage was considered a happy one, and every would always see the happy newly wed couple about the town as Anstino spoiled his young wife. It was around this time that Shala's interest in poisons began to develop, as she looked into the various books of alchemy that taught those whom wished to learn it, how to combine the chemicals and effects of various plants into deadly concoctions.
It was also around this time that Shala began to learn how to cultivate her own herbs and plants, having what some would call a green thumb. She was even able to con her elderly husband into building her a greenhouse with which she could cultivate and grow the plants, that unbeknownst to him would bring about his eventual passing, or so the rumor goes. In fact it seemed that Shala began to spend more and more time in the greenhouse, where she was able to allow her fits and bouts of rage to go on without notice. It was also a place were she felt the safest she had in many years, along with the fact that it was rumored that she would bring in young lovers to spend the night with her in the heated building.
It was years that Shala would spend in the marriage, keeping the facade of a happy and dutiful wife upon her face, while allowing her rage to be set free during her time spent in the greenhouse. As she neared her older teen years, she began to spike her husbands food with chuba poison, a type of poison that was known to cause strokes. Keeping the poison at small quantities in the food, Shala was very patient in her use of the poison, wishing for it to appear to be a natural occurring stroke, which in the following months Anstino would fall victim to. Being the ever dutiful wife, Shala was there for him as he was bed ridden and forced to be cared for by servants, all of whom had no clue that it was Shala that was poisoning her husband, though the rumor that she had would surface much later in life.
Her husband Anstino would eventually pass due to the damage caused by the stroke induced by the poisons, coupled with heart failure that was brought on by the stroke. Shala now had her eyes set on her father, though to protect herself she went through the motions of a grieving widow, moaning and wailing at the funeral, spending nights walking the halls and crying for the lost "love" that she no longer knew, all as a means to bring her father close to her, which would happen. Veppesh would find himself spending increasingly more time with his daughter, trying to console her over the loss of her late husband.
Late Adolescence
This point of her life would be marked with the singular goal, to take her father and lay with him in bed. Her biggest obstacle at this point was her mother, the woman whom she had grown to despise and hate with such a passion because of her past. Shala viewed her mother Amelia as nothing less than a simple servant, still a slave in the eyes of her now grow daughter, whom had even developed a small bit of hate for herself due to having been born from such a woman. For Shala her mother had come to embody everything that she had grown to hate. It was this one woman whom his father loved that now stood between Shala and the man that she had fallen in love with in the years that she had grown.
It was also around this time that Shala began the disturbing, though hidden fact, of bathing in blood. Thinking it a means to keep her skin soft and youthful, a means to prevent her from aging so her father would always love her. Only a few choice servants knew of the secret, which was kept well under the threat of death to those whom would even utter a single word about the activity. For Shala it was a means to keep herself young for the man whom she loved, the one that she was dead set on taking for herself and seeing others around her suffer at even thinking of her father Veppesh.
In the following months her mother would develop a cough, one which at first seemed simple enough, a small cold and nothing more. Though that notice was thrown out the window when the fever began, before she started coughing up blood. The sickness was all courtesy of Shala, whom had for the previous months, even with her mother now laying sick in bed, poisoned her mother's favorite tea, all as a means to bring her father close to Shala. While doctors were called to aid, they were unable to find a means or answer as to why Amelia's condition continued to worsen, until one night she was taken by the sickness as Veppesh sat at her bed side, watching as his wife died before he let out a deathly moan when she passed.
Veppesh fell into a deep depression, constantly wailing at the loss of his wife, and never truly accepting her death even when she was finally buried in the family plot. He would spend countless hours standing at the window looking out at the garden where his wife was buried. Though there was one person whom was always there for her father, consoling him just as he had her. Shala though was closer to her plan, and to ensure that nothing went wrong she took the next step and began to poison her own father, affecting his mind and memory, turning him into a simple minded fool which Shala could control.
Within months of his wife's death Veppesh had unwittingly signed a marriage license and was now laying in bed with his daughter, whom was according to the license his new wife, though under a different name to protect herself and keep the secret hidden from others. Shala though would keep her father in a drug induced stupor, preventing him from even being able to accomplish the simplest of task, or remember much of anything beyond a few simple activities which his daughter had to teach him again. For Shala though it was heaven, finally having her father, the man whom she loved, as her husband, and in the following months she would once more carry a child, happy that it would be her fathers.
Shala though wouldn't get her fairy tale ending like she wanted. Questions began to arise to the whereabouts of her father, even with taking into the account of depression and despair that he would feel at the passing of his wife, it was still unusual that no one had heard from him. The drugs in turn began to wear off, which brought clarity to Veppesh's mind, although not everything was clear, he still knew enough that he had slept with and fathered a child with his own daughter. The anger that he felt at that moment was enough for him to not only attack Shala, which in turn caused her to lose a second child, it was enough for him to take his own life, disgusted with himself and what had happened. This left Shala with no one, having lost the only man whom she had loved, it threw her not into a bout of depression or despair, no it turned Shala into the very definition of rage, causing those servants still in the house to flee from her daily when she stormed through the halls of the estate.
Adulthood
Much of her adulthood would be spent in the same way, with fits and bouts of rage being the exclamation points between the small and often few moments of clarity and serenity that she felt. It was in these few moments that one of her servants was able to approach her and bring up a new means to keep her rage in check, providing the bow and archery range and letting Shala loose upon it. Which she quickly latched upon the activity, giving the staff more than enough time to get a new greenhouse and garden ready for the young mistress, whom would begin to spend her time between the three activities, bringing herself to excel at each of them.
Shala began to spend hours between the greenhouse and archery range, often taking her meals, along with the which other servant was sent with the meal, in the greenhouse or on the archery range. Her promiscuity began to return to her as she once more began to take both male and female servants of the estate into her bed, using them for her own pleasure and enjoying each act that she showed them.
For Shala it was these years that seemed to mark a change, though that change was more in the fact that her fits and bouts of rage were becoming slightly lessened and not as often, or when they did happen she was alone once more in the greenhouse or took her rage out on the targets of the archery range. However, he past would begin to catch up with her when rumors spread that she had been the one behind the death of her parents and her late husband, rumors which began to peak the interest of others and bring about questions. Questions which Shala did not like having asked of her, and when it became apparent that those around her were coming closer and closer to discovering the truth, she fled her estate, taking all of her inheritance and money with her and leaving behind the prying eyes which she had become suspicious and paranoid of.
Exile
Her exile would be one that was at first self imposed when she took her money and her servants and fled the world that had been her home for the better part of the years. Though as time went on and the rumors went from rumors to truth, the exile became more apparent and was enforced by those that she had once known and was close to. With her paranoia growing, she fled from Sith space all together, seeking out those whom were capable of building her a ship so she could travel the stars in relative peace.
Spending a large portion of her money she made that dream happen, seeing that the contract for a large ship was filled, along with hiring the crew and servants needed, although most of the servants were merely bought from slavers. Shala in the mean time had a home, one of which seemed to begin to calm her more. While her fits and rage were always still there they seemed to be more controlled, which as all thought to be thanks to her hobbies and activities which kept her mind busy, though the nights she spent with the servants which would tire her also aided.
Rp Sample:
Slowly stepping from the bath, her body covered in the red tint of blood, a smile creapt across Shala's face as she took the towel from a servant standing next to her. Slowly running it over her soft pale white skin she enjoyed the show she seemed to be putting on for her hand maidens as she dried herself and cleaned herself of the evidence of the blood which she had been soaking in. For years she had thought it as a means to keep her skin soft and young, to keep her young and always looking perfect.
The soak was followed with a simple routine as she covered her skin in oils and unguents to keep her skin pale, as well as a vain attempt to keep her skin preserved. All the while her servants continued to praise Shala on her beauty and her body, making her happy as she looked at the young woman standing around her before she slipped on a tight form fitting dress, the bodice which she wore over it served to push her ample bosom up more as she approached one of the female servants and asked how she looked.
It was the answer though that brought out the rage of Shala, a fit coming to the surface as the servant did not answer quickly enough before she felt the sting of a hand across her cheek. Shala brought her hand back and beat the young maid again, pushing her down onto the floor of the room before she jumped upon the young girl, still smacking her as it took the other servants their strength to pull their mistress from the young woman.
As she was taken from the room Shala pulled herself free, brushing her hair back down and brushing out the wrinkles of her dress before she left her estate room. Her exile had first been self imposed, and now it was upheld by those whom had come across her secrets. It was the reason why she now resided upon a ship, though her own paranoia also aided in that respect.
password: Acklay
Name: Shala Ecsedy
Race: Human {Kuati and Tetan Ancestry}
Age: 21
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120lbs
Birth place: Yaga Minor
Current Residence: The Cachtice
Appearance:
Light brunette hair frames her face, long cascading tresses flow like a gentle stream down over her shoulders and back, stopping at mid back length. It is never kept tied up or confined, and allowed to rest loose upon her head. The hair serves a purpose to bring the attention of beings away from her supple breast and to her stunning smokey blue grey eyes, where their attention is held. This is due to the heavy mascara that she wears, along with black eyeliner and eyeshadow, which furthers to enhance her smokey blue grey eyes, making them more noticeable and prominent. Lips of a soft peach color are enhanced with a simple lip liner to show off the natural beauty of her soft lips, all the while keeping attention upon her face, which is often graced with a seductive smile, while her eyes seem to know the very desire of any being whom looks upon them.
Soft pale white skin graces her body, devoid and free of all scars, or any signs of injury from her youth. Every morning and night she covers her skin in seductive oils and unguents, all in a means to preserve and whiten her skin, keeping it flawless. Her continued seeking to keep her skin youthful has lead to her habit of bathing in blood, thinking it will keep her skin pure and youthful and prevent her aging.
Clothing just as unique and odd as the woman whom wears them graces her body, with the most notable being that of a hawk bone amulet. The skull of a small hawk wore around her neck, with an inscription inside that calls out to some long forgotten deity of old for protection, good luck, and long life. Sultry dresses drape over her body, with long ruffled sleeves that allow her arms from her elbows down to be free from the confines of cloth. A form fitting dress holds tightly to her waist and upper form, before it sprawls out the further that it descends upon her. High heeled boots that cover to her knee are hidden beneath the long dress, giving her a graceful step, one which she uses to her advantage when approaching those of either the male or female sex. Above her blouse she wears a bodice, formed to fit her shape and support her supple breast, while drawing attention to them just as her makeup draws attention to her face. Her shoulders, with except to the straps of the bodice, remain bare, showing her soft white skin.
A most unique article rests upon her left hand were one would expect to see a wedding ring, which is instead replaced by a signet ring which is graced with her families crest, taken from her father and refitted to fit her slender fingers so it may rest comfortably upon her hand.
Personality:
Suffering from bouts of uncontrollable rage and fits since she was a child, they have not diminished with age, and some can even suggest that they've become more prevalent in her later life. This has caused many to believe that she has a chemical imbalance in her brain, one that she refuses to admit to and will fly into a fit of rage should it even be suggested around her. This has lead to her at her age to become more paranoid that those around her whom even suggest such a mental illness are only out to get her and her money.
Her narcissistic views have done nothing to lessen the fear and worry of those around her, or whom have come in contact with her. This belief that she is the most beautiful has resonated through out her "court" to the point that all members when asked about Shala will immediately say that she is beautiful, of which she constantly demands praise and admiration when she walks into a room. This has lead to her belief that bathing in blood will allow her skin to remain youthful and soft, and will prevent her from aging.
She also suffers from a father complex, which grew at a young age, stemmed by her father constantly watching over his little princess and keeping her safe. This has lead her to admire elderly men into a more sexual way, just as she had done with her own father, however these relationships more often then naught often end with her killing the male, fearing that they would leave her for someone younger and preventing them from doing so. This part of her father complex stemmed from the fact that she poisoned her own mother in order to be with her father, whom in turn passed away from grief, after she had forced him into a long relationship. However she is not beyond using her wiles to seduce either men or women, depending on whom has her eye at that moment in time.
For all her ups and downs however, it can be said that oddly enough she has developed a soft spot for bunnies. This furthers the intrigue of those around her as she wont allow bunnies to be harmed anywhere in her home or in front of her. This has lead to the death of a chef or two whom have presented her with a rabbit dinner or stew. It has also been observed that she seems to revert to a child like nature when she is handling any of her pet rabbits.
In more recent years her anger and rage has been tempered by her exile, along with the extended periods of time that Shala has spent with her pet rabbits and in the greenhouse on her vessel. While she still has her fits and moments of rage, they have become lessened in severity and occurrence.
Occupation: Exiled Aristocrat / Alchemist - Poison making
Rank: Noble / Journeyman
Personal Transportation:
The Cachtice
Skills:
- Alchemy - Poisons
- Cultivation - Herbalism
- Marksmanship - Archery
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio:
Family and Birth
To herself no one else could embodied the completely different worlds that she comes from other than her. She comes from a world of prestige, or wealth and power, and at the same time she comes from a world of poverty, disease and slavery. Shala is a construct of these two worlds, of the mentality present by both, and yet she grew to become a being that would combine them in such a way that it would produce a rage that few would be able to tame, and every fewer were even willing to attempt such an act. For her she is the outcome of two beings whom had met, and yet she loved one and held nothing more than contempt for the other.
Veppesh was her father, a man whom came from the high aristocracy of Kuat, the one whom was set to inherit his families riches, and yet was so very close to losing them all due in part to the society in which he lived. As he wanted for a child, his wife was already seeking out a telbun with which whom she would consummate and give birth to a child. This system though, be it established for many years, he so disenchanted Veppesh that when the time came, he refused, and rather he stole his family fortune back for himself, sickened by the system that the Kuati people continued to use. He left his world of Kuat, and instead he fled towards the Sith Empire, so distrusting of the Republic that he no longer wished any part of the failing system. He would resettle on the verdant world of Yaga Minor, building his own wealth and power once more on this new world. In mere years he turned the simple hovel into the Ecsedy Estate, a vast complex that showed off his wealth.
Amelia was her mother, and the only person whom she despised so much that it is said no one since then has ever sickened Shala more than this one whom, the very one whom she was spawned from. Amelia was of Tetan ancestry, yet she did not earn or inherit the same life as Veppesh, no she was forced into one of misery and depravity, being sold by her only living relative, her brother, into slavery to pay for a debt. She was forced to become the arm candy of others, to dress in clothing so revealing that it left very little left to the imagination. It was this woman whom would spurn the rage of Shala as she grew older, yet it was this woman whom loved her daughter no matter the actions she had taken. Amelia was only one of the few lucky ones whom managed to catch the eye of a man, one whom would set her free.
Veppesh would meet Amelia mere years after he reestablished himself on Yaga Minor, coming across the young woman in the service of a man whom called himself a crime lord. The moment he first saw this woman though, he realized that Amelia had to be his and could belong to no one else. So he sought her out, made offer upon offer to her owner whom spurned and tossed each one back, until he forced Veppesh into a corner, and in that moment the true rage behind the man was unleashed for the first time. Without a second thought he ordered the dismantlement of this so called crime lord, destroying his men, cutting his profits away, and tearing his life out from beneath him one by one until he was all that stood between Veppesh and Amelia. In the end the man was smart enough to give Veppesh what he wanted, and managed to leave with his life intact.
So this is where the story of Shala begins, at the start of a new relationship between this man and woman whom had come from so very different worlds. It was months after Veppesh gained Amelia that she was freed and married to her savior as she would call him later in life. It was a year after that marriage that Shala was born into this world, into this galaxy of turmoil, and within the swathed blankets lay a babe whom would bring about her own definition of rage. Shala was born on 3622 BBY, in the Ecsedy Estate on Yaga Minor, coming into the world surrounded by servants and those whom would watch over her for the rest of her life. It would be these men and women whom in the long run would discover that rage that was born on this day.
For the most part Shala was a normal baby, and she hadn't yet come to hate her mother, or show such an obsession over her father. No for this moment she was a smiling baby whom latched to her mothers breast and felt the love that both of her parents showered upon her. Though in all the years to come she would change as her mind and body grew, she would become something completely different when compared to the happy and sweet child that had been born those many years ago.
Childhood
The first few years of her childhood were uneventful, marked only by the small cries of a little girl scrapping her knee, or hurting herself as she ran this way and that way across the large spacious estate that she was growing up in. It wasn't too long though before she began to develop the fits that would mark her life, the bouts of uncontrollable rage that made those around her begin to worry. These fits would begin to increase in number and length the older she grew, going from one or two a month, then a few a week until they were almost a daily occurrence. It was also around this time that Shala began to grow to despise her mother, the hatred of her mother's past and where she came from began to grow as Shala grew and understood what it meant that she came from a half slave family, the most popular insult thrown by the other children.
It was during a calm and bright day that her first fit in public was seen, the rage behind her eyes so fiery and brilliant that it was difficult to subside it. As Shala was playing by herself, like she did on most days, some of the other children came over and began to insult her. Poking fun at her mother and Shala herself for always playing alone and having no friends, it quickly became too much for the little girl to deal with and repress. She leapt up and attacked the girl whom had been leading the insults. With a plastic shovel in hand she began to beat the girl while the other children ran screaming to their parents.
Not only using the small plastic shovel, Shala eventually began to bite the other child, pulling back after each bite until she was pulled off and separated from the other children by the servants watching over her. The other small girl was quickly rushed off to have her injuries looked after, and this was the moment that would cause others to begin to shun Shala and shy away from her in fear of her fits and rage. By the time she was returned home to the Ecsedy Estate by the servants, she had calmed down, though the rage was still bubbling at the surface.
That same rage would quickly erupt again when she heard that one of the servants was going to tell Amelia what her daughter had done. In that moment of pure rage Shala rushed at the servant and pushed her weight into the young woman's legs, which was enough for the woman to lose her balance. In turn she fell head over heels down the large entry way steps until she came to the bottom with a sickening crunch, which sounded the marking of the woman's neck breaking. It was another servant that quickly covered Shala's eyes in a vein attempt to prevent the little girl from seeing the body as she was rushed away from the top of the steps and back to her room.
Ultimately the death would be ruled an accident, caused by a toy that was found near the body at the bottom of the steps. Shala though would be forced to meet with a child psychologist to ensure that she wasnt suffering from any ill thoughts or dreams after having seeing the young maid laying dead at the bottom of the steps. The psychologist though did notice the odd way Shala was acting, though like most she just brushed it off as a phase that the little girl would grow out of upon coming to adolescence, though others would begin to whisper that she had deeper issues that needed to be studied.
Adolescence
Much of her adolescence was purposely hidden and covered up by her family to prevent the information from being used against them, though the rumors were more than enough to begin to bring up accusations and ill will towards the Ecsedy's. Her growth in these next few years were greatly effected by a single moment in her life when she found her parents together in bed making love. With a mind already in turmoil, with what others would claim later as a chemical imbalance in her brain, Shala quickly became enamored with learning all she could about sex and sexual acts. This in turned caused her to become highly promiscuous, with some rumors being that she had many lovers among the servants, both men and women.
It was one of these servants that would father Shala's first child, the knowledge of which would be covered up. The father in turn would be banished and never seen again, though the rumor persist that he had in fact been killed to silence him. The pregnancy however did not prevent Shala from continuing her promiscuous acts, which even her own hand maidens had difficulty keeping their eyes on her and keeping her out of trouble. There was even a few of her own hand maidens whom in the end were taken into Shala's bed and spread out amongst the covers, their own shame in the act keeping them quiet.
Within nine months Shala gave birth to a son, though the child would not survive, passing away in the night from a combination of the child rolling to his stomach and inferior lungs which essentially caused the child to smoother itself. Shala would bury her son under a tree on the Ecsedy estate, while her parents kept the birth a secret. The next years were not easy on anyone in the Ecsedy estate, as Shala would take to wandering the halls wailing and moaning at the death of her child, keeping her parents and servants up at all hours of the night with her incoherent crying.
Strangely her father Veppesh was the one whom went to Shala to console her over the loss of her child, her mother Amelia on the other hand wanted nothing to do with her daughter at that moment, which would further the hate that Shala felt towards her. Oddly it would be Veppesh whom went to one of the younger servants and managed to talk the young man into sleeping with his daughter as a means to keep her from continuing her nightly wandering and crying. This though would prove costly to the servant, whom during a night of love with Shala found the young woman going too far during the sexual act to the point that she beat him to death with a whip. This death was covered up and the body disposed of, though Shala had strangely returned to her normal self, or what had been to that point considered normal for the young woman.
Marriage
As a means to become control his daughter, Veppesh had approached an elderly aristocrat whom was looking for a young wife. Shala would find herself in an arranged marriage at the young age of fifteen, however her eyes were already on her own father, having come to love him and want him due in part to all the care and love he had shown to her. Eventually these feelings would evolve into the father complex she would develop at an older age in her life. The man whom she married was well known as a wealthy man whose previous wife had passed years before he had. To Shala the marriage was nothing more than a means to an end, the first step towards a goal and what she really wanted.
Anstino had already lived a long and full life, having the wealth of his family for years, even adding to it when his wife passed in the previous years. As a young man he had established his own shipping company, which he would later sell for a large profit before he turned his attention to another company, slowly building them up one by one and selling them at their peak which allowed for his early retirement. Now at his age it was Shala that would become his last hope to sire a child, since his previous wife was barren and they were unable to produce.
Shala for that reason alone put on a facade of kindness, even attempted to hold her rage and constant fits in check, or at the very least make an attempt to prevent her husband from seeing them. To this end the marriage was considered a happy one, and every would always see the happy newly wed couple about the town as Anstino spoiled his young wife. It was around this time that Shala's interest in poisons began to develop, as she looked into the various books of alchemy that taught those whom wished to learn it, how to combine the chemicals and effects of various plants into deadly concoctions.
It was also around this time that Shala began to learn how to cultivate her own herbs and plants, having what some would call a green thumb. She was even able to con her elderly husband into building her a greenhouse with which she could cultivate and grow the plants, that unbeknownst to him would bring about his eventual passing, or so the rumor goes. In fact it seemed that Shala began to spend more and more time in the greenhouse, where she was able to allow her fits and bouts of rage to go on without notice. It was also a place were she felt the safest she had in many years, along with the fact that it was rumored that she would bring in young lovers to spend the night with her in the heated building.
It was years that Shala would spend in the marriage, keeping the facade of a happy and dutiful wife upon her face, while allowing her rage to be set free during her time spent in the greenhouse. As she neared her older teen years, she began to spike her husbands food with chuba poison, a type of poison that was known to cause strokes. Keeping the poison at small quantities in the food, Shala was very patient in her use of the poison, wishing for it to appear to be a natural occurring stroke, which in the following months Anstino would fall victim to. Being the ever dutiful wife, Shala was there for him as he was bed ridden and forced to be cared for by servants, all of whom had no clue that it was Shala that was poisoning her husband, though the rumor that she had would surface much later in life.
Her husband Anstino would eventually pass due to the damage caused by the stroke induced by the poisons, coupled with heart failure that was brought on by the stroke. Shala now had her eyes set on her father, though to protect herself she went through the motions of a grieving widow, moaning and wailing at the funeral, spending nights walking the halls and crying for the lost "love" that she no longer knew, all as a means to bring her father close to her, which would happen. Veppesh would find himself spending increasingly more time with his daughter, trying to console her over the loss of her late husband.
Late Adolescence
This point of her life would be marked with the singular goal, to take her father and lay with him in bed. Her biggest obstacle at this point was her mother, the woman whom she had grown to despise and hate with such a passion because of her past. Shala viewed her mother Amelia as nothing less than a simple servant, still a slave in the eyes of her now grow daughter, whom had even developed a small bit of hate for herself due to having been born from such a woman. For Shala her mother had come to embody everything that she had grown to hate. It was this one woman whom his father loved that now stood between Shala and the man that she had fallen in love with in the years that she had grown.
It was also around this time that Shala began the disturbing, though hidden fact, of bathing in blood. Thinking it a means to keep her skin soft and youthful, a means to prevent her from aging so her father would always love her. Only a few choice servants knew of the secret, which was kept well under the threat of death to those whom would even utter a single word about the activity. For Shala it was a means to keep herself young for the man whom she loved, the one that she was dead set on taking for herself and seeing others around her suffer at even thinking of her father Veppesh.
In the following months her mother would develop a cough, one which at first seemed simple enough, a small cold and nothing more. Though that notice was thrown out the window when the fever began, before she started coughing up blood. The sickness was all courtesy of Shala, whom had for the previous months, even with her mother now laying sick in bed, poisoned her mother's favorite tea, all as a means to bring her father close to Shala. While doctors were called to aid, they were unable to find a means or answer as to why Amelia's condition continued to worsen, until one night she was taken by the sickness as Veppesh sat at her bed side, watching as his wife died before he let out a deathly moan when she passed.
Veppesh fell into a deep depression, constantly wailing at the loss of his wife, and never truly accepting her death even when she was finally buried in the family plot. He would spend countless hours standing at the window looking out at the garden where his wife was buried. Though there was one person whom was always there for her father, consoling him just as he had her. Shala though was closer to her plan, and to ensure that nothing went wrong she took the next step and began to poison her own father, affecting his mind and memory, turning him into a simple minded fool which Shala could control.
Within months of his wife's death Veppesh had unwittingly signed a marriage license and was now laying in bed with his daughter, whom was according to the license his new wife, though under a different name to protect herself and keep the secret hidden from others. Shala though would keep her father in a drug induced stupor, preventing him from even being able to accomplish the simplest of task, or remember much of anything beyond a few simple activities which his daughter had to teach him again. For Shala though it was heaven, finally having her father, the man whom she loved, as her husband, and in the following months she would once more carry a child, happy that it would be her fathers.
Shala though wouldn't get her fairy tale ending like she wanted. Questions began to arise to the whereabouts of her father, even with taking into the account of depression and despair that he would feel at the passing of his wife, it was still unusual that no one had heard from him. The drugs in turn began to wear off, which brought clarity to Veppesh's mind, although not everything was clear, he still knew enough that he had slept with and fathered a child with his own daughter. The anger that he felt at that moment was enough for him to not only attack Shala, which in turn caused her to lose a second child, it was enough for him to take his own life, disgusted with himself and what had happened. This left Shala with no one, having lost the only man whom she had loved, it threw her not into a bout of depression or despair, no it turned Shala into the very definition of rage, causing those servants still in the house to flee from her daily when she stormed through the halls of the estate.
Adulthood
Much of her adulthood would be spent in the same way, with fits and bouts of rage being the exclamation points between the small and often few moments of clarity and serenity that she felt. It was in these few moments that one of her servants was able to approach her and bring up a new means to keep her rage in check, providing the bow and archery range and letting Shala loose upon it. Which she quickly latched upon the activity, giving the staff more than enough time to get a new greenhouse and garden ready for the young mistress, whom would begin to spend her time between the three activities, bringing herself to excel at each of them.
Shala began to spend hours between the greenhouse and archery range, often taking her meals, along with the which other servant was sent with the meal, in the greenhouse or on the archery range. Her promiscuity began to return to her as she once more began to take both male and female servants of the estate into her bed, using them for her own pleasure and enjoying each act that she showed them.
For Shala it was these years that seemed to mark a change, though that change was more in the fact that her fits and bouts of rage were becoming slightly lessened and not as often, or when they did happen she was alone once more in the greenhouse or took her rage out on the targets of the archery range. However, he past would begin to catch up with her when rumors spread that she had been the one behind the death of her parents and her late husband, rumors which began to peak the interest of others and bring about questions. Questions which Shala did not like having asked of her, and when it became apparent that those around her were coming closer and closer to discovering the truth, she fled her estate, taking all of her inheritance and money with her and leaving behind the prying eyes which she had become suspicious and paranoid of.
Exile
Her exile would be one that was at first self imposed when she took her money and her servants and fled the world that had been her home for the better part of the years. Though as time went on and the rumors went from rumors to truth, the exile became more apparent and was enforced by those that she had once known and was close to. With her paranoia growing, she fled from Sith space all together, seeking out those whom were capable of building her a ship so she could travel the stars in relative peace.
Spending a large portion of her money she made that dream happen, seeing that the contract for a large ship was filled, along with hiring the crew and servants needed, although most of the servants were merely bought from slavers. Shala in the mean time had a home, one of which seemed to begin to calm her more. While her fits and rage were always still there they seemed to be more controlled, which as all thought to be thanks to her hobbies and activities which kept her mind busy, though the nights she spent with the servants which would tire her also aided.
Rp Sample:
Slowly stepping from the bath, her body covered in the red tint of blood, a smile creapt across Shala's face as she took the towel from a servant standing next to her. Slowly running it over her soft pale white skin she enjoyed the show she seemed to be putting on for her hand maidens as she dried herself and cleaned herself of the evidence of the blood which she had been soaking in. For years she had thought it as a means to keep her skin soft and young, to keep her young and always looking perfect.
The soak was followed with a simple routine as she covered her skin in oils and unguents to keep her skin pale, as well as a vain attempt to keep her skin preserved. All the while her servants continued to praise Shala on her beauty and her body, making her happy as she looked at the young woman standing around her before she slipped on a tight form fitting dress, the bodice which she wore over it served to push her ample bosom up more as she approached one of the female servants and asked how she looked.
It was the answer though that brought out the rage of Shala, a fit coming to the surface as the servant did not answer quickly enough before she felt the sting of a hand across her cheek. Shala brought her hand back and beat the young maid again, pushing her down onto the floor of the room before she jumped upon the young girl, still smacking her as it took the other servants their strength to pull their mistress from the young woman.
As she was taken from the room Shala pulled herself free, brushing her hair back down and brushing out the wrinkles of her dress before she left her estate room. Her exile had first been self imposed, and now it was upheld by those whom had come across her secrets. It was the reason why she now resided upon a ship, though her own paranoia also aided in that respect.
