Post by Kella on Mar 27, 2012 16:06:50 GMT -5
Faction: Sith Military
Department: Civil Affairs (Army)
Rank: Sergeant (Liaison Officer)
Name: Vitalya Leschova
Race: S'kytri
Age: 25
Height: 5'9
Weight: 165 lbs
Birth place: Skye
Vitalya has a knack for choosing clothing that accentuates all of her assets. Her particular choices all depend on how respectable she wants to appear, and the sort of attention she finds most interesting in any given situation. (And also what will allow freedom of movement for her wings, inclining her towards sleeveless or backless tops.) Cleavage, of course, is her favorite fashion accessory.
Vitalya's hair is a light, almost platinum blonde, and usually falls past her shoulders in loose, soft ringlets. Her eyes are a bright shade of blue, her lips full, and her features delicate. She has a charismatic smile and a light laugh, and is well-groomed in every aspect from her painted nails to her clean, white teeth.
Of course, one is never so attractive by accident. Though Vitalya has genetics on her side, it is through a host of daily and weekly rituals, from the subtleties of makeup to a dedication to fitness, that she maintains the air of effortless beauty. Every aspect of her appearance is tailored to the particular impression she wishes to give, most often disarming and simplistic. [/ul]
Personality: Most people who interact with Vitalya are more familiar with her work ethic than with her personality. She is almost always in a pleasant mood, and performs her duties with a cool, measured satisfaction. She tends to prefer an air of professionalism, but has a fondness for sly, sarcastic comments. Though the S'kytri shows great discretion in when she shares her opinions, they are always expressed without a modicum of hesitation.
Vitalya is incredibly aware of the subtleties of effective organization, but instead of using that knowledge for efficiency, she likes to use it to mess with people. Her sweet smile and silver-tongued apologies never belie the fact that she does, in fact, know exactly where that 'lost' bit of paperwork is.
However, Vitalya only unleashes her passive-aggressive tendencies on those who would bore her otherwise. For her favorite employers, Iniquitous notably, she works with incredible accuracy and efficiency. She is as satisfied by order and perfection as she is amused by chaos, so the particular angle Vitalya adopts in any given situation has much to do with her current whim.
Lurking beneath the seemingly affectionate exterior, hidden within the subtle facets of expressions and reactions, is a lack of any genuine empathy. Though her act is quite convincing to all but the most perceptive few, Vitalya is utterly unaffected by the disappointments and the sufferings of others, except to be mildly amused.
Translation: Vitalya is Fluent in ten languages, and proficient in another twelve.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 6
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 6[/ul]
Bio:
Vitalya began life as all S'kytri do, within the protection of an egg. However, as new life began to fidget and writhe beneath the surface of the shell, it would seem that even an egg was not protection enough. Skye was a volatile, violent place, of warring clans and brutal culture. All females were green, and all males blue. This was not a genetic certainty, but rather, any egg showing any sign otherwise was promptly crushed.
However, not every parent was so keen concerning the idea, and Vitalya's mother caused a great deal of fuss, in which the egg -- that of a blue female -- disappeared.
Or, rather, it was stolen. Sokolov Leschova, a young epicanthix ambassador, sent to Skye to pique the nation's interest in a small but steadily growing empire, happened to observe the ruckus. In the commotion, he took the egg for himself.
It was not out of any sort of benevolence or empathy that Sokolov committed this rescue. He was simply curious. What an experiment, to come into possession of a child -- who by very means of being alive owed him a great deal -- without any association or obligation to a second party.
Sokolov tended to the egg's needs in a rather scientific way, taking it with him when his eight-month period of service on Skye had ended. The egg hatched shortly after and, dubbing the odd little creature 'Vitalya Leschova', Sokolov began to oversee her development.
Whispers and rumors began, that Sokolov had been involved with a woman on Skye and that this was his illegitimate child. Sokolov would have corrected them, but, well, he didn't want to ruin his reputation.
When Vitalya was too young to speak, Sokolov treated her as something of a pet. He never failed to ensure that the girl was safe and her needs met, but never treated her with more than a cool, moderate affection. Though, that affection was indeed genuine, as Sokolov could not say about anything else. There was something about the inquisitive, defiant, individualistic nature of the little creature that he very much enjoyed.
Even before Vitalya was biologically able to speak, Sokolov had begun to teach her several languages. He felt it was quite illogical and rather idiotic to not take advantage of that critical phase of lingual development. Vitalya showed great intelligence through this process, cutting each grammatical and syntax milestone early. To her, the man was never 'father', nor was she ever 'daughter'. He was Soko and she was Vit, and that was the only definition she ever had of their relationship.
As it were, Sokolov's parenting strategies would either be shocking or entirely expected, depending on who one talked to. Most people who interacted with Sokolov (being rather simple, self-absorbed folk anyway) were caught up by his charisma, lulled to ease by his charm. However, there were some who could not shake a feeling of utter revulsion. They were the precious few whose insight and intelligence allowed them to see, where no others could, the wavering red flags of sociopathic tendencies.
Vitalya, of course, could see these, but they inspired within her an admiration, not a revulsion. Though only eight at the time, she understood exactly why Soko smiled just-so when his new girlfriend came to visit, and then when she became his fiance, and then his wife.
Alina was her name, and always Alina. And to her, he was always Sokolov, never Soko. The young Vitalya knew, by this, that Alina was not a member of the special, quiet bond that she and Soko shared. So she watched, with all the fascination and attention of a star pupil, as Soko played with his mouse.
The best part was, the mouse kept running back. Alina had a love for bad boys. She'd been attracted to Sokolov's corrupt politics, to his lack of empathy, to his disregard for the feelings of others. Alina thought it made her feel alive.
But Vitalya knew mice always felt most alive before the cat bit through its neck. She'd watched their own cat do it -- and then tried it herself.
When Vitalya was ten, she was gifted with the realization that the reason Alina was so very attracted to Sokolov was that Alina thought she could somehow break the barrier, that she could burrow down to the love that surely lay just beneath, the love that only Alina would have.
It was a thought that made Vitalya's eyes gleam with amusement. There was no inner love for Alina to find, only the inner cavity of Soko's metaphorical stomach. Soko's only capacity for any sort of true affection he shared with Vitalya, and soon, he shared his mouse as well. He and Vit, his favorite student, would play with Alina together.
During this time, Vitalya also took it upon herself to learn how to fly. It was a process of great trial and error and of many scrapes and bruises, but she soon dug deep into that instinctual part of her brain and through continued practice became as adept as a native S'kytri.
By the time Vitalya was twelve, she was fluent in five languages and learning three more. She had shown a particular affinity for the subject, and she greatly enjoyed the way it piqued her brain. Soko, having surveyed the local schools and having found them inadequate, had decided to to teach Vitalya all she needed to know himself. His curriculum was all-encompassing, tests arising at any time, for any prize or punishment. Vitalya devoured this challenge and excelled in her studies, compelling Sokolov to wonder if perhaps her intelligence surpassed his own.
However, Vitalya showed no interests in the traditionally academic pursuits, as she was bored by the prospect of engineering and found the idea of research dull. What she truly loved, aside from languages, was politics. Sokolov began to bring her along to state dinners and decorous ceremonies, and the S'kytri girl proved that she was just as charismatic, just as charming, and just as sadistically cruel as her father.
Soko, Vit, and Alina moved from place to place during Vit's teenage years, as Soko served as ambassador to the Sith Empire. Though Alina thought it was she being paraded to the other politicians, perched on Sokolov's arm as she was, it was truly Vitalya who was being flaunted as she drifted among the crowd, holding her own in conversations with those much more experienced than she.
Vitalya viewed other individuals her age in much the same way as one views ants under a magnifying glass. She found their behavior both interesting and intriguing, but couldn't bring herself to care when the intensity of her scrutiny sent one of them aflame. Vitalya was much like her father in this respect, except that given the tendency of teenagers to be especially self-absorbed, the proportion who could see the hidden truth was much smaller.
The S'kytri girl found that her specimens grew even more entertaining as she grew older. It was not so much a matter of mental maturity, as physical maturity, her body gradually developing shapely curves, and her face the perfect proportions. Vitalya would not have needed such rare assets to attract attention for her appearance, as the shade of her skin and her broad wings were already rather remarkable. Yet Vitalya had the good fortune of possessing a natural beauty in every feature, and Soko's advice to this was to use every aspect to whatever advantage it would bring. And so Vitalya did, refining that beauty into a deliberate contraption for the disarming of her prey, like the sweet nectar of a pitcher plant.
By this time, Alina felt as if she knew her 'daughter' well enough to take on the role of a parent. She would guess at Vitalya's worries and problems, and take concern at or find issue with Vitalya's actions. Vit and Soko would share looks of amusement over Alina's foolishness, but Vitalya took the woman's interest as an opportunity to practice her politics.
Vitalya's late teens found her confident to the point of arrogance, but as she was so talented in avoiding giving off that impression, there was nothing to check that pride. Not that there might have been otherwise, as a great deal of Vitalya's self-assuredness was valid and earned. Vitalya was ready to venture into the world, on her own.
She considered the many options, but ultimately agreed with Soko's assessment that a civil position in the Sith Military would suit her best. One of Vitalya's greatest strengths was her ability to exert a great deal of political force without ever being taken seriously as a politician at all. Her femininity might have caused her challenges in a more classical political field, but as a liauson and a translator, the unremarkable nature of her position and the low political expectations involved would perfectly enable her to harass the puppets and tangle their strings as she was so fond of doing.
Vitalya enlisted at the age of eighteen, completing all the tasks laid before her with a vigor borne of the confidence that she would succeed. She found within the rigors of boot camp an enjoyment for the feeling of physical exertion, and from the rudimentary weapons courses a knack for a steady hand.
The conclusion of Vitalya's first year of service was marked by her promotion to Private First Class, which was exciting less because of the rank and more because she was finally deployable as a liaison officer. Vitalya loved her work. She served as a translator, breaking down the language barrier between cooperating units and leaderships, be it one of nationality or simply of competence. Every bit of exchanged information ran through her, and she loved that knowledge. There wasn't anything in particular she intended to do with that information -- there were no aspirations of betrayals or paydays -- she simply liked to posses it.
There were times, however, when Vitalya found it amusing to fiddle with the subtleties and implications of language, just to observe the blushing cheeks and the steaming ears.
During that time Vitalya was promoted to specialist, then three years later, to Sergeant. Her work changed little in this time, except that the units that she was sent to accompany steadily increased in influence and import.
Her contact with Soko was much less, as without much emotional connection their communication was based on necessity. From time to time, Vitalya would contact him to discuss intriguing issues, pass on interesting bits of information, or even more seldom, to ask advice. Sokolov had continued on with his career, moving from ambassador to a member of the Empire's board of advisers, the closest thing to a legislature that an Empire might have.
Alina, however, had spent years attempting to grid away at Sokolov, but was beginning to realize that the only impact had been on herself. She had become a nervous, fretful woman, absorbed with the opinions of others and made incredibly insecure by the lack of affection from her husband. Vit and Soko made their bets on how long she'd last before having a nervous breakdown.
Soko had maintained a series of brisk affairs to meet his more primitive needs where Alina had not, and Vitalya did much the same. Everything was a great game to her, and Vitalya found the rewards of this one in particular to be greatly pleasurable.
Two more years passed, before an interesting development in the state of the Galaxy piqued Vitalya's attention. A completely new subunit of the Sith was developing, one comprising users of the Force. Vitalya had always been intrigued by the idea of the Force, but even moreso by thoughts of how such a power might alter the user's psyche -- and how that in turn might be used. At first, the group was small, gradually attracting more and more Force Users. Over the space of several months, and as this new group of Sith became more and more involved in military operations and conquests, it became apparent that a liaison officer would be necessary to reconcile the differences in culture between the military and the Order.
Vitalya was not the only individual who showed strong interest, but given her credentials -- a list of fluent languages now ten strong, and with study invested in eleven others -- she was the perfect choice. Or, perhaps the delegation officer found that there were certain... benefits to pleasing Vitalya. The end result was the same, and the S'kytri woman was off to Korriban.
There, she met a most peculiar man, the leader of the Sith. He was very young for such a position -- a year younger than she herself -- but Vitalya had never been one to prescribe respect based on age. He seemed to be an effective leader, though his rule was still young.
At first, she fielded incoming requests and responses from the Empire, and outgoing requests and responses from the Order. As the Order was not yet large enough for much delegation, she found herself often communicating directly with the members of the Inner Sanctum, even if they spoke to her more as a tolerated beast of burden than anything else.
That suited Vitalya just fine, as she went about her business. At first, her desk had only been a formality, but something about its position and her appearance seemed to give a particular impression. So, gradually, through the course of requests she could find no reason to refuse, Vitalya found her duties somewhat expanded into overseeing a few facets of the internal workings of the Sith as well.
There were schedules to organize, requests to file and process, complaints to disregard, and soon Vitalya found herself embracing the role everyone seemed to think she already had:
Secretary to the Dark Overlord of the Sith.
Password: Bylgia
RP Sample:
Department: Civil Affairs (Army)
Rank: Sergeant (Liaison Officer)
Name: Vitalya Leschova
Race: S'kytri
Age: 25
Height: 5'9
Weight: 165 lbs
Birth place: Skye
Vitalya has a knack for choosing clothing that accentuates all of her assets. Her particular choices all depend on how respectable she wants to appear, and the sort of attention she finds most interesting in any given situation. (And also what will allow freedom of movement for her wings, inclining her towards sleeveless or backless tops.) Cleavage, of course, is her favorite fashion accessory.
Vitalya's hair is a light, almost platinum blonde, and usually falls past her shoulders in loose, soft ringlets. Her eyes are a bright shade of blue, her lips full, and her features delicate. She has a charismatic smile and a light laugh, and is well-groomed in every aspect from her painted nails to her clean, white teeth.
Of course, one is never so attractive by accident. Though Vitalya has genetics on her side, it is through a host of daily and weekly rituals, from the subtleties of makeup to a dedication to fitness, that she maintains the air of effortless beauty. Every aspect of her appearance is tailored to the particular impression she wishes to give, most often disarming and simplistic. [/ul]
Personality: Most people who interact with Vitalya are more familiar with her work ethic than with her personality. She is almost always in a pleasant mood, and performs her duties with a cool, measured satisfaction. She tends to prefer an air of professionalism, but has a fondness for sly, sarcastic comments. Though the S'kytri shows great discretion in when she shares her opinions, they are always expressed without a modicum of hesitation.
Vitalya is incredibly aware of the subtleties of effective organization, but instead of using that knowledge for efficiency, she likes to use it to mess with people. Her sweet smile and silver-tongued apologies never belie the fact that she does, in fact, know exactly where that 'lost' bit of paperwork is.
However, Vitalya only unleashes her passive-aggressive tendencies on those who would bore her otherwise. For her favorite employers, Iniquitous notably, she works with incredible accuracy and efficiency. She is as satisfied by order and perfection as she is amused by chaos, so the particular angle Vitalya adopts in any given situation has much to do with her current whim.
Lurking beneath the seemingly affectionate exterior, hidden within the subtle facets of expressions and reactions, is a lack of any genuine empathy. Though her act is quite convincing to all but the most perceptive few, Vitalya is utterly unaffected by the disappointments and the sufferings of others, except to be mildly amused.
Translation: Vitalya is Fluent in ten languages, and proficient in another twelve.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 6
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 6[/ul]
Bio:
Vitalya began life as all S'kytri do, within the protection of an egg. However, as new life began to fidget and writhe beneath the surface of the shell, it would seem that even an egg was not protection enough. Skye was a volatile, violent place, of warring clans and brutal culture. All females were green, and all males blue. This was not a genetic certainty, but rather, any egg showing any sign otherwise was promptly crushed.
However, not every parent was so keen concerning the idea, and Vitalya's mother caused a great deal of fuss, in which the egg -- that of a blue female -- disappeared.
Or, rather, it was stolen. Sokolov Leschova, a young epicanthix ambassador, sent to Skye to pique the nation's interest in a small but steadily growing empire, happened to observe the ruckus. In the commotion, he took the egg for himself.
It was not out of any sort of benevolence or empathy that Sokolov committed this rescue. He was simply curious. What an experiment, to come into possession of a child -- who by very means of being alive owed him a great deal -- without any association or obligation to a second party.
Sokolov tended to the egg's needs in a rather scientific way, taking it with him when his eight-month period of service on Skye had ended. The egg hatched shortly after and, dubbing the odd little creature 'Vitalya Leschova', Sokolov began to oversee her development.
Whispers and rumors began, that Sokolov had been involved with a woman on Skye and that this was his illegitimate child. Sokolov would have corrected them, but, well, he didn't want to ruin his reputation.
When Vitalya was too young to speak, Sokolov treated her as something of a pet. He never failed to ensure that the girl was safe and her needs met, but never treated her with more than a cool, moderate affection. Though, that affection was indeed genuine, as Sokolov could not say about anything else. There was something about the inquisitive, defiant, individualistic nature of the little creature that he very much enjoyed.
Even before Vitalya was biologically able to speak, Sokolov had begun to teach her several languages. He felt it was quite illogical and rather idiotic to not take advantage of that critical phase of lingual development. Vitalya showed great intelligence through this process, cutting each grammatical and syntax milestone early. To her, the man was never 'father', nor was she ever 'daughter'. He was Soko and she was Vit, and that was the only definition she ever had of their relationship.
As it were, Sokolov's parenting strategies would either be shocking or entirely expected, depending on who one talked to. Most people who interacted with Sokolov (being rather simple, self-absorbed folk anyway) were caught up by his charisma, lulled to ease by his charm. However, there were some who could not shake a feeling of utter revulsion. They were the precious few whose insight and intelligence allowed them to see, where no others could, the wavering red flags of sociopathic tendencies.
Vitalya, of course, could see these, but they inspired within her an admiration, not a revulsion. Though only eight at the time, she understood exactly why Soko smiled just-so when his new girlfriend came to visit, and then when she became his fiance, and then his wife.
Alina was her name, and always Alina. And to her, he was always Sokolov, never Soko. The young Vitalya knew, by this, that Alina was not a member of the special, quiet bond that she and Soko shared. So she watched, with all the fascination and attention of a star pupil, as Soko played with his mouse.
The best part was, the mouse kept running back. Alina had a love for bad boys. She'd been attracted to Sokolov's corrupt politics, to his lack of empathy, to his disregard for the feelings of others. Alina thought it made her feel alive.
But Vitalya knew mice always felt most alive before the cat bit through its neck. She'd watched their own cat do it -- and then tried it herself.
When Vitalya was ten, she was gifted with the realization that the reason Alina was so very attracted to Sokolov was that Alina thought she could somehow break the barrier, that she could burrow down to the love that surely lay just beneath, the love that only Alina would have.
It was a thought that made Vitalya's eyes gleam with amusement. There was no inner love for Alina to find, only the inner cavity of Soko's metaphorical stomach. Soko's only capacity for any sort of true affection he shared with Vitalya, and soon, he shared his mouse as well. He and Vit, his favorite student, would play with Alina together.
During this time, Vitalya also took it upon herself to learn how to fly. It was a process of great trial and error and of many scrapes and bruises, but she soon dug deep into that instinctual part of her brain and through continued practice became as adept as a native S'kytri.
By the time Vitalya was twelve, she was fluent in five languages and learning three more. She had shown a particular affinity for the subject, and she greatly enjoyed the way it piqued her brain. Soko, having surveyed the local schools and having found them inadequate, had decided to to teach Vitalya all she needed to know himself. His curriculum was all-encompassing, tests arising at any time, for any prize or punishment. Vitalya devoured this challenge and excelled in her studies, compelling Sokolov to wonder if perhaps her intelligence surpassed his own.
However, Vitalya showed no interests in the traditionally academic pursuits, as she was bored by the prospect of engineering and found the idea of research dull. What she truly loved, aside from languages, was politics. Sokolov began to bring her along to state dinners and decorous ceremonies, and the S'kytri girl proved that she was just as charismatic, just as charming, and just as sadistically cruel as her father.
Soko, Vit, and Alina moved from place to place during Vit's teenage years, as Soko served as ambassador to the Sith Empire. Though Alina thought it was she being paraded to the other politicians, perched on Sokolov's arm as she was, it was truly Vitalya who was being flaunted as she drifted among the crowd, holding her own in conversations with those much more experienced than she.
Vitalya viewed other individuals her age in much the same way as one views ants under a magnifying glass. She found their behavior both interesting and intriguing, but couldn't bring herself to care when the intensity of her scrutiny sent one of them aflame. Vitalya was much like her father in this respect, except that given the tendency of teenagers to be especially self-absorbed, the proportion who could see the hidden truth was much smaller.
The S'kytri girl found that her specimens grew even more entertaining as she grew older. It was not so much a matter of mental maturity, as physical maturity, her body gradually developing shapely curves, and her face the perfect proportions. Vitalya would not have needed such rare assets to attract attention for her appearance, as the shade of her skin and her broad wings were already rather remarkable. Yet Vitalya had the good fortune of possessing a natural beauty in every feature, and Soko's advice to this was to use every aspect to whatever advantage it would bring. And so Vitalya did, refining that beauty into a deliberate contraption for the disarming of her prey, like the sweet nectar of a pitcher plant.
By this time, Alina felt as if she knew her 'daughter' well enough to take on the role of a parent. She would guess at Vitalya's worries and problems, and take concern at or find issue with Vitalya's actions. Vit and Soko would share looks of amusement over Alina's foolishness, but Vitalya took the woman's interest as an opportunity to practice her politics.
Vitalya's late teens found her confident to the point of arrogance, but as she was so talented in avoiding giving off that impression, there was nothing to check that pride. Not that there might have been otherwise, as a great deal of Vitalya's self-assuredness was valid and earned. Vitalya was ready to venture into the world, on her own.
She considered the many options, but ultimately agreed with Soko's assessment that a civil position in the Sith Military would suit her best. One of Vitalya's greatest strengths was her ability to exert a great deal of political force without ever being taken seriously as a politician at all. Her femininity might have caused her challenges in a more classical political field, but as a liauson and a translator, the unremarkable nature of her position and the low political expectations involved would perfectly enable her to harass the puppets and tangle their strings as she was so fond of doing.
Vitalya enlisted at the age of eighteen, completing all the tasks laid before her with a vigor borne of the confidence that she would succeed. She found within the rigors of boot camp an enjoyment for the feeling of physical exertion, and from the rudimentary weapons courses a knack for a steady hand.
The conclusion of Vitalya's first year of service was marked by her promotion to Private First Class, which was exciting less because of the rank and more because she was finally deployable as a liaison officer. Vitalya loved her work. She served as a translator, breaking down the language barrier between cooperating units and leaderships, be it one of nationality or simply of competence. Every bit of exchanged information ran through her, and she loved that knowledge. There wasn't anything in particular she intended to do with that information -- there were no aspirations of betrayals or paydays -- she simply liked to posses it.
There were times, however, when Vitalya found it amusing to fiddle with the subtleties and implications of language, just to observe the blushing cheeks and the steaming ears.
During that time Vitalya was promoted to specialist, then three years later, to Sergeant. Her work changed little in this time, except that the units that she was sent to accompany steadily increased in influence and import.
Her contact with Soko was much less, as without much emotional connection their communication was based on necessity. From time to time, Vitalya would contact him to discuss intriguing issues, pass on interesting bits of information, or even more seldom, to ask advice. Sokolov had continued on with his career, moving from ambassador to a member of the Empire's board of advisers, the closest thing to a legislature that an Empire might have.
Alina, however, had spent years attempting to grid away at Sokolov, but was beginning to realize that the only impact had been on herself. She had become a nervous, fretful woman, absorbed with the opinions of others and made incredibly insecure by the lack of affection from her husband. Vit and Soko made their bets on how long she'd last before having a nervous breakdown.
Soko had maintained a series of brisk affairs to meet his more primitive needs where Alina had not, and Vitalya did much the same. Everything was a great game to her, and Vitalya found the rewards of this one in particular to be greatly pleasurable.
Two more years passed, before an interesting development in the state of the Galaxy piqued Vitalya's attention. A completely new subunit of the Sith was developing, one comprising users of the Force. Vitalya had always been intrigued by the idea of the Force, but even moreso by thoughts of how such a power might alter the user's psyche -- and how that in turn might be used. At first, the group was small, gradually attracting more and more Force Users. Over the space of several months, and as this new group of Sith became more and more involved in military operations and conquests, it became apparent that a liaison officer would be necessary to reconcile the differences in culture between the military and the Order.
Vitalya was not the only individual who showed strong interest, but given her credentials -- a list of fluent languages now ten strong, and with study invested in eleven others -- she was the perfect choice. Or, perhaps the delegation officer found that there were certain... benefits to pleasing Vitalya. The end result was the same, and the S'kytri woman was off to Korriban.
There, she met a most peculiar man, the leader of the Sith. He was very young for such a position -- a year younger than she herself -- but Vitalya had never been one to prescribe respect based on age. He seemed to be an effective leader, though his rule was still young.
At first, she fielded incoming requests and responses from the Empire, and outgoing requests and responses from the Order. As the Order was not yet large enough for much delegation, she found herself often communicating directly with the members of the Inner Sanctum, even if they spoke to her more as a tolerated beast of burden than anything else.
That suited Vitalya just fine, as she went about her business. At first, her desk had only been a formality, but something about its position and her appearance seemed to give a particular impression. So, gradually, through the course of requests she could find no reason to refuse, Vitalya found her duties somewhat expanded into overseeing a few facets of the internal workings of the Sith as well.
There were schedules to organize, requests to file and process, complaints to disregard, and soon Vitalya found herself embracing the role everyone seemed to think she already had:
Secretary to the Dark Overlord of the Sith.
Password: Bylgia
RP Sample:
