Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 17, 2012 0:10:42 GMT -5
Character permission Sparrow
Name: Sinya’anu
Race: Twi’lek
Age: 19
Height: 5’
Weight: 100 lbs
Birth place: Sleheyron
Appearance:
Sinya is a rather distinctive sight to behold, for a few reasons. The first is that she is red. Her skin is a uniform crimson shade recognized as the very rarest among Twi’leks, and makes her stand out in just about any crowd.
In build, she is very petite in stature, with a build that balances lithe and curvy quite well. There are others in the galaxy with better curves, and others who are thinner, but it is hard to find a better specimen for balance than Sinya.
Sinya’s real asset, for those with a real interest in her, is her face, and even more so her eyes. Her eyes are large sapphires that gleam and glisten, reflecting all her emotions. They are the windows to her soul, and are incapable of hiding a thing, even if she wanted to.
Her face itself seems chiseled, as if carved out of some reddish stone. If it were, the sculptor would have prided himself on the way he achieved a balance between sharpness of features and softness of the face. Everything about her seems to be in balance.
In clothing, Sinya demonstrates a preference towards flowing garments covering up much of her red skin, usually wearing a purple sari with blue trim when she doesn’t have to do anything. However, when Nika drags her along on practical adventures, she generally wears simple dark pants, sturdy boots, a tank top, and a brown leather jacket. When Nika forces her to carry a weapon, it rests in a 3 o’clock holster.
While not technically her appearance, she speaks Basic in a broken fashion with a heavy Twi’leki accent, though she is fluent in Huttese and Twi’leki. Despite this, her reading comprehension is very poor.
Personality:
Sinya’s is not a healthy personality. While a normal person is well-rounded and engages in social interactions, has a breadth of education, and a plethora of skills, Sinya does not. She is dismally introverted thanks to years of neglect and very little interpersonal interaction, and she lacks a proper education and well-rounded life skills.
Very often, the slender, red Twi’lek girl is so lost in her own thoughts that she shuts out all outside stimuli, and is simply loses herself in her one escape. That escape is music, the only thing that truly makes her feel free. She immerses herself deeply in it, often composing entire scores and libretto in her mind, despite lacking any education into notes and music.
Everything she knows has been taught by others orally, and it is nothing short of a miracle that Sinya can read Huttese at all. Basic is beyond her reach in reading, and her spoken Basic is rather poor as well.
Sinya has been hurt at times throughout her life, sometimes quite badly. Her response has been limited. The first response of flight was blocked, and the inclination to fight was punished too severely. What she had left was to passively accept what was given to her, and to close her eyes and bear it. Her own defense mechanism was delving deeper and deeper into herself, immersing herself into a kind of living death. Even now that she is free, her response to crisis or to danger is to freeze up rather than to run or to fight.
The Lethan Twi’lek girl is not even clay to a potter, as she is putty to anyone with authority over her, which is almost everyone. Sinya has little will of her own left, and she does passively as she is told without thought for herself. Even passing strangers have command over her.
Her self-esteem is cripplingly low, and she honestly has lost track of the feeling she loves to sing about: love. Sinya hasn’t even thought for years that anyone could love her, and she certainly doesn’t love herself. She hates her own weakness and her uselessness.
The Twi’lek teenager is hopelessly and woefully dependent on one woman: Nika Jadeonar. It was this older Twi’lek who rescued her from the vile clutches of Loro the Hutt on Sleheyron, and who took her in and took care of her when she felt all was lost. Quite endearingly, or sadly, Sinya looks on her as a new master, and follows her around like a lost puppy.
Sinya’anu isn’t quite afraid of everything, but she has a few distinct fears. Chief among these is being left alone. The Twi’lek girl invariably gets lost inside her own mind in the absence of constant company, and when she gets lost in her own mind the results are rarely good. She sits staring at a patch of carpet or a wall, and either composes music in her head or incessantly relives her past suffering, though she hates it. As such, she despises being left alone.
Her second fear is men. In her three years as a slave, Sinya was always hurt by men. She was both physically and sexually abused by male guards, and that left her with severe scars. The mere presence of a man is enough to make her wary, being alone with a man makes her frightened, and a man raising his voice or making a fist terrifies her.
The Lethan girl’s last major fear is pain. It seems like a common fear to have, but for her, her chief life goal is avoiding pain; which she achieves by submitting to everyone and everything, unless she is told not to by one of the few people she trusts and holds dear
Occupation: Ex-slave, unemployed
Rank: N/A
Skills: Song, Dance, Domestic Chores
Ships/Vehicles: None
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 6
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
A Perfect Life
Sinya’anu was born in 3620 BBY, the middle daughter in a middle class family on Sleheyron. Her father, Dinek, was a manager at a tibanna gas refinery, and her mother, Numa, was the owner of a small restaurant.
There were three other children in the household, two boys and one girl. The eldest son, Komad, was 10 when Sinya was born, and after Sinya came a girl named Oola, and then a boy named Anoon.
From an early age, Sinya was always the nice one, the bubbly one. As an infant she wore a perpetual smile, and her crying fits never lasted long. As long as she had her favorite stuffed toys she was happy.
Growing up, Sinya never had the best education. Schools were expensive, and what learning could be done was done at home. It consisted of basic math, and written Huttese, but never encompassed Basic or written Twi’leki.
She grew up bilingual, speaking both Twi’leki and Huttese, though the former was more common at home and the latter was more common outside.
Of course, outside was very much a restricted area, and had been since birth.
Dinek was a serious man, one who saw dangers very clearly, and he’d seen one ever since Sinya was born in the rarest color of all: red. Lethan Twi’leks more than any other variety were prized as slaves, and in Hutt space, the Hutts controlled all. If they saw a Lethan girl alone in the street, she’d be kidnapped away rapidly and sold to some Hutt.
As such, growing up was a very protective experience. Sinya never went anywhere without an escort by her father, who carried a blaster pistol on his hip. When her brother reached 18, he took a blaster pistol as well and escorted Sinya.
Her primary contact with the outside world came through her mother’s restaurant, where Sinya found her very first job bussing tables at the age of thirteen. Over the course of two years, she found herself becoming a waitress, delivering food and taking orders.
It wasn’t anything special, but it showcased her bubbly personality. It also helped her learn a few words and phrases in Basic, though never reaching fluency.
Sinya’s primary passion though was music, the thing that kept her happily occupied in her off-hours at home. She listened to popular groups and old folk songs, singing along to them and dancing with them.
Her whole family were quite proud of her singing and dancing abilities, and they often had her sing at home in the evenings, telling her she had a gift. Singing was what made her special, and dancing was an added bonus.
Dinek and Numa both harbored a dream for Sinya, that one day they would move out of Hutt Space, and earn enough credits to send her to a conservatory in the Republic, where she’d be safe from dangers.
In the interim, at 16 they had Sinya start singing in the restaurant in the evening for the diners, selling ambience as well as food. While it improved Sinya’s abilities, it also proved to be a fatal mistake.
Beginning of the End
The turning point happened one evening in 3604 BBY, when a Rodian bounty hunter, a patron of the restaurant, saw the potential for a hefty payday for very little work.
He approached one of the Hutts with a tale of a Lethan Twi’lek of extraordinary beauty and possessing the best singing voice on the planet, and he offered to bring her in as a slave for a hefty payment. The Hutts agreed.
The Rodian took a pair of blaster pistols and hid outside the back entrance of the restaurant one night, with one set to stun. When Sinya came out with her brother, heading for their speeder, the Rodian fired two shots, catching each of them in the back.
Sinya was stunned, Komad was mortally wounded.
The bounty hunter tied up his prize and hauled her off in exchange for an exorbitant amount of credits, pleased with how much money he’d earned for such a simple job.
When she woke up, Sinya was a slave.
Broken Twi’lek
Sinya found herself in the service of Loro the Hutt, one of the key movers and shakers on Sleheyron, and one whose appetites in beautiful women were well-known and severe. As were his punishments.
The red Twi’lek was only 17 and she didn’t know any of this, having led a sheltered life in the bosom of her family. Unknowingly, she was being set up for a great fall, one that would break her.
In her very first performance as a palace dancer and singer, she was nervous. Never before had she sung or danced as a slave, and certainly not in such revealing attire as she was now forced to wear, but the indignity grew worse and worse.
Halfway through a dance, she was pulled by a rope closer and closer to Loro the Hutt, and his lustful looks and words were not lost on Sinya. She struggled and resisted, pulling back on the rope with all her frail strength, which made Loro mad.
Part of the reason for Loro’s prominence was his ability to exact painful revenge without the use of death, believing there were worse fates. He arranged for one of those worse fates for Sinya.
The guards seized Sinya roughly and pulled her down to their recreation room where she spent the night at their whim, being degraded in every possible way. She was so humiliated and wounded that what came out from the room in the morning was damaged, like a shattered mirror.
Sinya had become a broken Twi’lek.
Her former personality all but disappeared as she hid inside herself, suddenly filled with a new fear that would not subside. She was perpetually terrified, and as Loro had hoped, she was docile. No more was she the girl who struggled. Now when Loro pulled her in she allowed herself to be tugged and groped, knowing it would pass, and that if she resisted there would be further abuse.
No Hope
Sinya sheltered in the dark recesses of her mind after that, continually reliving her experiences when she was alone at night, or sleeping on the floor. She had recurring nightmares, though the waking experience became hazier with each passing month.
The only escape from her introversion were the occasions when she sang, usually for performances. Even then her self-expression was muted. Her natural inclination was for sad songs and lyrics about sorrow and loss, but Loro punished her every time she sang what she liked, hurting her in ways that left no scars on her body. She only sang him happy songs, or popular ballads.
In private, sometimes she sang wistful or mournful songs, but rarely anything with hope in the lyrics. She never could see any way out of her existence, and she was too afraid to take any action.
In the end of her eighteenth year, there was an incident. One of the new aides to Loro, a man named Rivas, became infatuated with Sinya, constantly staring, and not only during her performances. He would peek in through the window of her locked room, and unbeknownst to Sinya he was planning to take her for his own in an act of betrayal.
Rivas stole a hundred thousand credits from Loro and stuffed them into a bag along with a blaster pistol, and he headed straight for Sinya’s room. He unlocked the door and told her of his plan, but all the girl could do was sit mutely and shake her head from side to side and pull her legs up to her stomach. That wasn’t good enough for Rivas, and he grabbed her and dragged her out on his escape.
Loro found out about it, and caught them both near a landing pad. He was, understandably, livid.
Rivas was killed in an especially gruesome manner, and Sinya was forced to watch. Loro believed she was a conspirator and had assisted Rivas, rather than believe she was an innocent pawn. He arranged for a punishment for her.
Luckily or unluckily for Sinya, Loro never repeated the same punishment twice, and rather than face the guards again, Sinya was tortured. Badly. They used electric probes, stasis fields, and chemicals to induce in her a state of agony, letting her suffer under the control of Loro’s most cruel servants.
When it was over, Sinya was given a day to recover before dancing and singing again.
She turned 19 with no celebration, and no one but her took any note of the occasion. For her it was an afterthought, just a coincidence she took notice of.
Her family was all but forgotten after her years of slavery, shadowy figures now that seemed like distant memories only, without substance. Occasionally they would come back to her in dreams, and she would sleep well on those nights.
Once or twice in her more lucid moments she wondered what happened to them, what they were doing without her, but by and large they were forgotten, a part of her past rather than her present.
The dreary routine of a palace slave became all Sinya could know or remember, and even that blurred together into one long experience punctuated by a number of performances she couldn’t remember.
She was waiting, waiting for something to change.
Freedom
Sinya’s slavery was not to last forever though, as in 3601BBY, a Twi’lek woman named Nika Jadeonar was taken as a slave for Loro, and this proved to be a dangerous mistake for the Hutt. Nika bonded with Sinya and orchestrated an escape while the guards were lax during a party, slipping out from the Palace and off of Sleheyron. Two guards and a mechanic were killed in the process, and Loro was furious. The Hutt put a million credits bounty for the capture of each Twi’lek, but just a short while later the Hutt was killed when a Jedi rescue mission of one of their own took a violent turn.
With the bounties no longer valid, Sinya began the long and laborious task of healing, of transitioning from slave to free being. Luckily she had help, in the form of Nika, Nika’s family, and her own family emigrated from Sleheyron to Theed.
Sinya wasn’t alone anymore.
RP Sample:
“I saw you, in winter… The dawn gleamed in your hair. I held you, in summer… I long to be there… with you, with you, with you…”
A melodious voice carried sweet notes through the air in what amounted to a concert of one. Though the voice was every bit as good as any performance artist, the circumstances were a bit different. There were no crowds, no fans. The only one who could hear was Sinya’anu, who was singing solely for herself.
“I knew you, in fall, the leaves fell upon us. I knew you in spring, when blossoms surround us. I knew you, I knew you, I knew you…”
A pair of red-skinned hands rubbed her arms, as the Twi’lek girl comforted herself with a kind touch, punctuating the otherwise bleak loneliness of her own life. It was the music that did it.
Even when all else seemed dark, and when life seemed impossible, a sweet melody and soothing words had a way for her. It was like the walls of her bower starting to glow with a pleasant light, and a warmth welled up inside her.
When she was singing, Sinya didn’t feel fear.
“What’s that?” Someone asked in Basic.
The red Twi’lek looked up, startled, and whispered an answer in broken Basic. “Nothing, is nothing.”
The human guard peeking in through the curtained doorway gave her a good, long look. “I’m sure it is,” He finally said, with a tone that implied it was more than nothing.
Sinya fell into a brooding silence, aware now she was being scrutinized and retreating into the shelter of her own mind, a dark place if ever there was one. Without her mind engaged, it started to stray, often to dark places. Always to dark places.
Gradually, she pulled her bare legs up to her stomach and lay on her side, pulling up a scratchy blanket around her as she hummed half-remembered lullabies, gradually having forgotten she was watched.
Her performance was scheduled in an hour, and that fact had barely crossed her mind. Loro the Hutt wanted her onstage, singing and dancing, without any excuses or delays. He’d wanted her onstage every weekend since he’d bought her, with lavish punishments when she disobeyed.
He’d broken her a long time ago.
Now she was singing softly to herself again, a wilting rose.
Name: Sinya’anu
Race: Twi’lek
Age: 19
Height: 5’
Weight: 100 lbs
Birth place: Sleheyron
Appearance:
Sinya is a rather distinctive sight to behold, for a few reasons. The first is that she is red. Her skin is a uniform crimson shade recognized as the very rarest among Twi’leks, and makes her stand out in just about any crowd.
In build, she is very petite in stature, with a build that balances lithe and curvy quite well. There are others in the galaxy with better curves, and others who are thinner, but it is hard to find a better specimen for balance than Sinya.
Sinya’s real asset, for those with a real interest in her, is her face, and even more so her eyes. Her eyes are large sapphires that gleam and glisten, reflecting all her emotions. They are the windows to her soul, and are incapable of hiding a thing, even if she wanted to.
Her face itself seems chiseled, as if carved out of some reddish stone. If it were, the sculptor would have prided himself on the way he achieved a balance between sharpness of features and softness of the face. Everything about her seems to be in balance.
In clothing, Sinya demonstrates a preference towards flowing garments covering up much of her red skin, usually wearing a purple sari with blue trim when she doesn’t have to do anything. However, when Nika drags her along on practical adventures, she generally wears simple dark pants, sturdy boots, a tank top, and a brown leather jacket. When Nika forces her to carry a weapon, it rests in a 3 o’clock holster.
While not technically her appearance, she speaks Basic in a broken fashion with a heavy Twi’leki accent, though she is fluent in Huttese and Twi’leki. Despite this, her reading comprehension is very poor.
Personality:
Sinya’s is not a healthy personality. While a normal person is well-rounded and engages in social interactions, has a breadth of education, and a plethora of skills, Sinya does not. She is dismally introverted thanks to years of neglect and very little interpersonal interaction, and she lacks a proper education and well-rounded life skills.
Very often, the slender, red Twi’lek girl is so lost in her own thoughts that she shuts out all outside stimuli, and is simply loses herself in her one escape. That escape is music, the only thing that truly makes her feel free. She immerses herself deeply in it, often composing entire scores and libretto in her mind, despite lacking any education into notes and music.
Everything she knows has been taught by others orally, and it is nothing short of a miracle that Sinya can read Huttese at all. Basic is beyond her reach in reading, and her spoken Basic is rather poor as well.
Sinya has been hurt at times throughout her life, sometimes quite badly. Her response has been limited. The first response of flight was blocked, and the inclination to fight was punished too severely. What she had left was to passively accept what was given to her, and to close her eyes and bear it. Her own defense mechanism was delving deeper and deeper into herself, immersing herself into a kind of living death. Even now that she is free, her response to crisis or to danger is to freeze up rather than to run or to fight.
The Lethan Twi’lek girl is not even clay to a potter, as she is putty to anyone with authority over her, which is almost everyone. Sinya has little will of her own left, and she does passively as she is told without thought for herself. Even passing strangers have command over her.
Her self-esteem is cripplingly low, and she honestly has lost track of the feeling she loves to sing about: love. Sinya hasn’t even thought for years that anyone could love her, and she certainly doesn’t love herself. She hates her own weakness and her uselessness.
The Twi’lek teenager is hopelessly and woefully dependent on one woman: Nika Jadeonar. It was this older Twi’lek who rescued her from the vile clutches of Loro the Hutt on Sleheyron, and who took her in and took care of her when she felt all was lost. Quite endearingly, or sadly, Sinya looks on her as a new master, and follows her around like a lost puppy.
Sinya’anu isn’t quite afraid of everything, but she has a few distinct fears. Chief among these is being left alone. The Twi’lek girl invariably gets lost inside her own mind in the absence of constant company, and when she gets lost in her own mind the results are rarely good. She sits staring at a patch of carpet or a wall, and either composes music in her head or incessantly relives her past suffering, though she hates it. As such, she despises being left alone.
Her second fear is men. In her three years as a slave, Sinya was always hurt by men. She was both physically and sexually abused by male guards, and that left her with severe scars. The mere presence of a man is enough to make her wary, being alone with a man makes her frightened, and a man raising his voice or making a fist terrifies her.
The Lethan girl’s last major fear is pain. It seems like a common fear to have, but for her, her chief life goal is avoiding pain; which she achieves by submitting to everyone and everything, unless she is told not to by one of the few people she trusts and holds dear
Occupation: Ex-slave, unemployed
Rank: N/A
Skills: Song, Dance, Domestic Chores
Ships/Vehicles: None
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 6
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
A Perfect Life
Sinya’anu was born in 3620 BBY, the middle daughter in a middle class family on Sleheyron. Her father, Dinek, was a manager at a tibanna gas refinery, and her mother, Numa, was the owner of a small restaurant.
There were three other children in the household, two boys and one girl. The eldest son, Komad, was 10 when Sinya was born, and after Sinya came a girl named Oola, and then a boy named Anoon.
From an early age, Sinya was always the nice one, the bubbly one. As an infant she wore a perpetual smile, and her crying fits never lasted long. As long as she had her favorite stuffed toys she was happy.
Growing up, Sinya never had the best education. Schools were expensive, and what learning could be done was done at home. It consisted of basic math, and written Huttese, but never encompassed Basic or written Twi’leki.
She grew up bilingual, speaking both Twi’leki and Huttese, though the former was more common at home and the latter was more common outside.
Of course, outside was very much a restricted area, and had been since birth.
Dinek was a serious man, one who saw dangers very clearly, and he’d seen one ever since Sinya was born in the rarest color of all: red. Lethan Twi’leks more than any other variety were prized as slaves, and in Hutt space, the Hutts controlled all. If they saw a Lethan girl alone in the street, she’d be kidnapped away rapidly and sold to some Hutt.
As such, growing up was a very protective experience. Sinya never went anywhere without an escort by her father, who carried a blaster pistol on his hip. When her brother reached 18, he took a blaster pistol as well and escorted Sinya.
Her primary contact with the outside world came through her mother’s restaurant, where Sinya found her very first job bussing tables at the age of thirteen. Over the course of two years, she found herself becoming a waitress, delivering food and taking orders.
It wasn’t anything special, but it showcased her bubbly personality. It also helped her learn a few words and phrases in Basic, though never reaching fluency.
Sinya’s primary passion though was music, the thing that kept her happily occupied in her off-hours at home. She listened to popular groups and old folk songs, singing along to them and dancing with them.
Her whole family were quite proud of her singing and dancing abilities, and they often had her sing at home in the evenings, telling her she had a gift. Singing was what made her special, and dancing was an added bonus.
Dinek and Numa both harbored a dream for Sinya, that one day they would move out of Hutt Space, and earn enough credits to send her to a conservatory in the Republic, where she’d be safe from dangers.
In the interim, at 16 they had Sinya start singing in the restaurant in the evening for the diners, selling ambience as well as food. While it improved Sinya’s abilities, it also proved to be a fatal mistake.
Beginning of the End
The turning point happened one evening in 3604 BBY, when a Rodian bounty hunter, a patron of the restaurant, saw the potential for a hefty payday for very little work.
He approached one of the Hutts with a tale of a Lethan Twi’lek of extraordinary beauty and possessing the best singing voice on the planet, and he offered to bring her in as a slave for a hefty payment. The Hutts agreed.
The Rodian took a pair of blaster pistols and hid outside the back entrance of the restaurant one night, with one set to stun. When Sinya came out with her brother, heading for their speeder, the Rodian fired two shots, catching each of them in the back.
Sinya was stunned, Komad was mortally wounded.
The bounty hunter tied up his prize and hauled her off in exchange for an exorbitant amount of credits, pleased with how much money he’d earned for such a simple job.
When she woke up, Sinya was a slave.
Broken Twi’lek
Sinya found herself in the service of Loro the Hutt, one of the key movers and shakers on Sleheyron, and one whose appetites in beautiful women were well-known and severe. As were his punishments.
The red Twi’lek was only 17 and she didn’t know any of this, having led a sheltered life in the bosom of her family. Unknowingly, she was being set up for a great fall, one that would break her.
In her very first performance as a palace dancer and singer, she was nervous. Never before had she sung or danced as a slave, and certainly not in such revealing attire as she was now forced to wear, but the indignity grew worse and worse.
Halfway through a dance, she was pulled by a rope closer and closer to Loro the Hutt, and his lustful looks and words were not lost on Sinya. She struggled and resisted, pulling back on the rope with all her frail strength, which made Loro mad.
Part of the reason for Loro’s prominence was his ability to exact painful revenge without the use of death, believing there were worse fates. He arranged for one of those worse fates for Sinya.
The guards seized Sinya roughly and pulled her down to their recreation room where she spent the night at their whim, being degraded in every possible way. She was so humiliated and wounded that what came out from the room in the morning was damaged, like a shattered mirror.
Sinya had become a broken Twi’lek.
Her former personality all but disappeared as she hid inside herself, suddenly filled with a new fear that would not subside. She was perpetually terrified, and as Loro had hoped, she was docile. No more was she the girl who struggled. Now when Loro pulled her in she allowed herself to be tugged and groped, knowing it would pass, and that if she resisted there would be further abuse.
No Hope
Sinya sheltered in the dark recesses of her mind after that, continually reliving her experiences when she was alone at night, or sleeping on the floor. She had recurring nightmares, though the waking experience became hazier with each passing month.
The only escape from her introversion were the occasions when she sang, usually for performances. Even then her self-expression was muted. Her natural inclination was for sad songs and lyrics about sorrow and loss, but Loro punished her every time she sang what she liked, hurting her in ways that left no scars on her body. She only sang him happy songs, or popular ballads.
In private, sometimes she sang wistful or mournful songs, but rarely anything with hope in the lyrics. She never could see any way out of her existence, and she was too afraid to take any action.
In the end of her eighteenth year, there was an incident. One of the new aides to Loro, a man named Rivas, became infatuated with Sinya, constantly staring, and not only during her performances. He would peek in through the window of her locked room, and unbeknownst to Sinya he was planning to take her for his own in an act of betrayal.
Rivas stole a hundred thousand credits from Loro and stuffed them into a bag along with a blaster pistol, and he headed straight for Sinya’s room. He unlocked the door and told her of his plan, but all the girl could do was sit mutely and shake her head from side to side and pull her legs up to her stomach. That wasn’t good enough for Rivas, and he grabbed her and dragged her out on his escape.
Loro found out about it, and caught them both near a landing pad. He was, understandably, livid.
Rivas was killed in an especially gruesome manner, and Sinya was forced to watch. Loro believed she was a conspirator and had assisted Rivas, rather than believe she was an innocent pawn. He arranged for a punishment for her.
Luckily or unluckily for Sinya, Loro never repeated the same punishment twice, and rather than face the guards again, Sinya was tortured. Badly. They used electric probes, stasis fields, and chemicals to induce in her a state of agony, letting her suffer under the control of Loro’s most cruel servants.
When it was over, Sinya was given a day to recover before dancing and singing again.
She turned 19 with no celebration, and no one but her took any note of the occasion. For her it was an afterthought, just a coincidence she took notice of.
Her family was all but forgotten after her years of slavery, shadowy figures now that seemed like distant memories only, without substance. Occasionally they would come back to her in dreams, and she would sleep well on those nights.
Once or twice in her more lucid moments she wondered what happened to them, what they were doing without her, but by and large they were forgotten, a part of her past rather than her present.
The dreary routine of a palace slave became all Sinya could know or remember, and even that blurred together into one long experience punctuated by a number of performances she couldn’t remember.
She was waiting, waiting for something to change.
Freedom
Sinya’s slavery was not to last forever though, as in 3601BBY, a Twi’lek woman named Nika Jadeonar was taken as a slave for Loro, and this proved to be a dangerous mistake for the Hutt. Nika bonded with Sinya and orchestrated an escape while the guards were lax during a party, slipping out from the Palace and off of Sleheyron. Two guards and a mechanic were killed in the process, and Loro was furious. The Hutt put a million credits bounty for the capture of each Twi’lek, but just a short while later the Hutt was killed when a Jedi rescue mission of one of their own took a violent turn.
With the bounties no longer valid, Sinya began the long and laborious task of healing, of transitioning from slave to free being. Luckily she had help, in the form of Nika, Nika’s family, and her own family emigrated from Sleheyron to Theed.
Sinya wasn’t alone anymore.
RP Sample:
“I saw you, in winter… The dawn gleamed in your hair. I held you, in summer… I long to be there… with you, with you, with you…”
A melodious voice carried sweet notes through the air in what amounted to a concert of one. Though the voice was every bit as good as any performance artist, the circumstances were a bit different. There were no crowds, no fans. The only one who could hear was Sinya’anu, who was singing solely for herself.
“I knew you, in fall, the leaves fell upon us. I knew you in spring, when blossoms surround us. I knew you, I knew you, I knew you…”
A pair of red-skinned hands rubbed her arms, as the Twi’lek girl comforted herself with a kind touch, punctuating the otherwise bleak loneliness of her own life. It was the music that did it.
Even when all else seemed dark, and when life seemed impossible, a sweet melody and soothing words had a way for her. It was like the walls of her bower starting to glow with a pleasant light, and a warmth welled up inside her.
When she was singing, Sinya didn’t feel fear.
“What’s that?” Someone asked in Basic.
The red Twi’lek looked up, startled, and whispered an answer in broken Basic. “Nothing, is nothing.”
The human guard peeking in through the curtained doorway gave her a good, long look. “I’m sure it is,” He finally said, with a tone that implied it was more than nothing.
Sinya fell into a brooding silence, aware now she was being scrutinized and retreating into the shelter of her own mind, a dark place if ever there was one. Without her mind engaged, it started to stray, often to dark places. Always to dark places.
Gradually, she pulled her bare legs up to her stomach and lay on her side, pulling up a scratchy blanket around her as she hummed half-remembered lullabies, gradually having forgotten she was watched.
Her performance was scheduled in an hour, and that fact had barely crossed her mind. Loro the Hutt wanted her onstage, singing and dancing, without any excuses or delays. He’d wanted her onstage every weekend since he’d bought her, with lavish punishments when she disobeyed.
He’d broken her a long time ago.
Now she was singing softly to herself again, a wilting rose.
