Post by Moonfire on May 8, 2015 15:28:33 GMT -5
Name:Thalia Callista Veronica Crazell
Race:Human
Age: 18
Birthplace: Naboo
Allegiance: Sith Order
Status: Willing Captive- Pet Aristocrat
Rank: Acolyte
Height/Weight: 5'10/135lbs
Appearance:
A tall, willowy creature Thalia has a taste for expensive materials in trashy configurations. Her time as a polished noble girl has given her both a sneering sense of superior taste and an intense love of rebelling against it. Often the teenager can be found in modified clothes of her own design, former ballgowns shredded and sewn back together into shimmering dark robes, screaming of tattered finery.
Angular in features the long light red hair falls thin and wispy about her face and shoulders, giving her a severe look in the harsh artificial light of the Sith Temple. Thalia's fair skin looks translucent and sallow in the ever burning bright of Korriban's sun, but in proper light she insists she's a very pleasing shade of porcelain, and can frequently be found skirting training exercises in order to preserve it.
Bright, faded blue eyes betray her general feelings of disdain to all who notice her. Often rolled back her thin face is splashed with expressions of boredom or sulking annoyance and occasionally punctuated with destructive glee.
Personality: In a word; snarky. Thalia has no problem with letting her general distaste for others tumble forth in a wave of eloquently worded and well pin-pointed insults. Her days in the Temple are probably numbered for just this reason. Unable to control her mouth she's been sequestered to various parts of the Temple away from the other Acolytes in an effort to keep her from being justly murdered before graduation, if she was able to feel thankful to the Overseer with a life-debt to the Crazell's, she would be.
Wildly inappropriate and grating in her commentary the girl has few friends outside of others who enjoy ripping her apart as much as she does them. Those friends she does carry claim to enjoy her cutting wit and occasional moments of good humor and suffer through her superiority complex.
Despite her incredible lack of proper social skills, Thalia has an intense desire to be liked and admired. Perfectly secure in her general superiority to the common grunt she craves to be adored but is unwilling to act in a way that would garner such positive attention. The vulgar masses should, after all, simply flock to her clear charm (or lack their of) and wit.
Ships/Vehicles: N/A
Equipment: Single Phase Lightsaber, Red Synthetic Crystal.
Stats:
Strength - Average
Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Average
Charisma - Below Average
Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Telekinetic- Apprentice
Telepathic- Novice
Body- Novice
Sense- Unskilled
Protection- Unskilled
Healing:– Unskilled
Destruction– Novice
Combat Training: N/A
Force Training:
Force Choke- Novice
Force Lightning- Novice
Other Training: N/A
Lightsaber Training: (Untrained, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master, Specialist)
Shii-Cho- Apprentice
Makashi- Untrained
Soresu- Untrained
Ataru- Untrained
Shien/Djem So- Novice
>>Sub-form Backhanded- Untrained
Niman- Untrained
>>Sub-form Jar-kai- Untrained
Juyo- Untrained
Double Bladed Combat- Untrained
Biography:
Born to House Crazell of Naboo Thalia was born to a rather charmed life. Her father Marko, a wealthy noble for the planet made his trillions in the Naboo cotton and textiles industry. His wife, Callista had much more maidenly interests in hosting parties and living lavishly. After many years of fertility struggles and frustrations in their advancing age Thalia was born, touted as a miracle of modern science. Shortly after birth she was tested for force sensitivity and the Jedi made an inquiry if the girl could join their ranks. The Crazells, while flattered that their miracle child was even more special, denied the request to sacrifice their only heir.
And it was as such a miracle that Thalia lived, coddled and complacent, days filled with tutoring, riding, and learning the social graces of a lady.
Recognized by her tutors as a bright child she took well to learning history though quickly found herself growing bored of the material and ceasing to pay attention entirely. Thoroughly spoiled she managed to get nearly every governess fired and frequently slacked off on her studies, leaving her while naturally intelligent lacking in the finer points of formal education.
As well, throughout childhood Thalia struggled with making friends. Being told one is perfect and charming and delightful, unfortunately does not actually make one perfect and charming and delightful, no matter how hard one believes it to be true. And the other children surely noticed. This deepset insecurity with not being recognized and immediately liked frequently led the young girl to lash out, further driving children away much to her befuddlement.
After a certain point in the cycle of wanting to be liked, being frankly horrible and then subsequently rejected Thalia, rather than adjusting her behaviour, decided she was a misunderstood genius and can recognize no fault in herself. The 'lessers' chalked up to being clearly blinded or envious, whatever was the more convenient excuse at the time.
Around her 14th year the social unrest within the Republic reached a high point as grouping of nobles throughout the system began to rally together, the Crazell's tired of taxes and desperate for expansion of personal territory and wealth quickly joined in.
By her 16th year her family had officially defected, joining the invasion of Mygeeto as part of the Sith Empire. Settling onto the icy banking world, her father turned his interests from common agriculture and textiles to more finance related pursuits. During this time Marko met and made friends with a variety Grey and Dark Jedi, including one Vincent Calbra. In a particularly hairy run while capturing Mygeeto Marko's men saved both Calbra and his young wife, incurring a life debt that would later be repaid. Now Sith Aristocrats the Crazell's settled into their new home and lives.
And shortly found ruin. Far overestimating his financial abilities Marko Crazell quickly lost much of their fortune and found himself surrounded by growing debts. Thalia, unaware and unconcerned with the state of her parents finances had withdrawn into an even more petulant and unpleasant teenager, displeased with living sunny, beautiful Naboo for the barren, ice wastes of Mygeeto as well as being separated from the few individuals who she considered friends.
Attempting to cover up the tottering state of his empire her father went about taking loans from various sources, including a rather high profile Sith Lord, Jakkai Flamora. Finding himself unable to pay back the money in a timely manner Crazell began going on long 'business' trips off world in order to dodge his creditors.
Within a year his debts were so mounting that Lord Flamora's men made weekly, polite social calls to inquire on the state of their balance. When Crazell could not pay the Lord merely smiled and invited, as a presumed show of good faith, the family to a visit to his estate.
Unable to refuse, Thalia and her parents were dolled up and whisked away to Korriban post-haste. Upon arrival to the dusty, unpleasantly hot desert planet Thalia recalls being annoyed with the whole affair. Surely her parents could have left her behind and dealt with whatever their Sith Lord wanted. She was, briefly, thankful that once they left they'd probably never have need to return to the strange cult-happy world.
As luck would have it, Thalia would not be leaving.
Displeased with the state of their accounts Lord Jakkai Flamora presented the Crazells with a choice. They owed him a rather ridiculous sum of money, an amount that if called in would decimate the entire family and leave their name not only dragged in the mud, but the immediate family paupers, or to give him something of equal value. Thalia.
At first scandalized at the very idea the Lord explained very simply that Thalia would be well taken care of and perhaps even useful in the long term. Marko and Callista would be able to continue living the lifestyles they were accustomed to and upon their eventual death all their titles and resources would be transferred automatically to Thalia, who if all went according to plan would be a high ranking Sith in her own right, further benefiting their cause and by extension himself. If they were to refuse, he'd simply take it.
Despite the protests of his wife, Marko's choice was clear. It was a great honor to join the Sith after all.
Her parents left that afternoon and Thalia was, quite reasonably, pissed. After spending the first week sulking her room Flamora informed her she was join the other Acolytes under Overseer Vincent Calbra, now a full member of the revived Sith Order. After much pouting and snark she did.
Strangely enough, Thalia took well to the training. Her telekinesis and destructive abilities were learned quick and her scathing attitude, while just an universally disliked amongst the other Acolytes was almost endearing to the high ranking Sith about her. In the months that have followed her 'imprisonment' on Korriban Thalia has relished in her new found abilities and power and is, in her eyes, well on her way to becoming a Darth in her own right.
Roleplay Sample: .
"Miss Crazell, I'm sure it bears no explanation for why I've called you into my office today." The small, shrunken sith said with an condescending air, withered fingers tapping annoyingly at the small white table. Thalia could swear the woman was appraising her behind that silk blindfold, but kept her expression decidedly bored. Renata's apprentice or not, this shriveled hag didn't scare her.
Twisting about in her seat Thalia's booted feet plopped audibly onto the desktop, the orange-red dust of Korriban marking the spot with a splatter. Tossing back a lock of her light red hair over her shoulder Thalia went about far more important things than this loathesome conversation. Her nails were looking rough again. Something about the arid world just wrecked her cuticles. Maybe Flamora would get her more of that cream from Alderaan? That helped last time.
"Miss Crazell. This is a serious matter. You've been implicated in the death of another apprentice." Bellinda's voice was even, almost musical as her tone betrayed the severity of the situation.
A bright, vicious laugh worked its way through Thalia, whose eyes stayed on her nails, carefully scratching away at the gnarly cuticles. "That's a riot. Really, I don't think you grasp quite how hilarious that assumption is, My Lady."
Blue-grey eyes flicked up then, looking for something to focus on in the absence of eyes in her interrogator. Settling for the ruby red lips she sneered. "Though how you managed to earn such a title here is beyond me. Can have even stand? Or do you have a hover chair like that professor in the holo-vids?"
Bellinda's neutral, diplomat's smile never faltered as the twisted, skinny hand raised up, closing as the tightness built about Thalia's throat. Sputtering and clawing the the invisible grip about her windpipe the acolyte felt herself wrenched up and out of her seat, kicking the uncomfortable plastisteel chair across the room as Bellinda reminds stationary, that damnable smile still pleasant across her face.
"Miss Crazell, I'm under no assumptions of your abilities as a Sith. You are by all accounts one of the most worthless initiates we've had in some time." Bellinda began, dangling the girl just above her desk, listening as she sputtered and cough, boots kicking down vainly at the table top as Thalia struggled more. "But, unfortunately for us both, in the incident of a students death here at the temple we are required to investigate. You've proven yourself to be entirely too incompetent to be complicit in this matter."
Stars burst in her vision as Thalia's face turned red, then purple, lips faintly blue as tears streamed down her face, boots threatening to knock the few, sparse knickknacks from Bellinda's desk. With that Bellinda dropped her, girl sprawling with a clatter across her tabletop before falling unceremoniously to the cold floor beneath.
Wincing and groaning Thalia quickly made her way up, hand hovering at her saber for a moment before rational thought took over.
"Now get out of my office, I hope not to speak with you again, Miss Crazell."
Thalia's face twisted into a grimace before bowing lowly, the trailing back of her skirt swishing across the floor with the motion. "Pleasure to have been of service, My lady she sneered before leaving, hands still clutching the saber at her belt. Where was the sparring hall in this damnable place again?
Race:Human
Age: 18
Birthplace: Naboo
Allegiance: Sith Order
Status: Willing Captive- Pet Aristocrat
Rank: Acolyte
Height/Weight: 5'10/135lbs
Appearance:
A tall, willowy creature Thalia has a taste for expensive materials in trashy configurations. Her time as a polished noble girl has given her both a sneering sense of superior taste and an intense love of rebelling against it. Often the teenager can be found in modified clothes of her own design, former ballgowns shredded and sewn back together into shimmering dark robes, screaming of tattered finery.
Angular in features the long light red hair falls thin and wispy about her face and shoulders, giving her a severe look in the harsh artificial light of the Sith Temple. Thalia's fair skin looks translucent and sallow in the ever burning bright of Korriban's sun, but in proper light she insists she's a very pleasing shade of porcelain, and can frequently be found skirting training exercises in order to preserve it.
Bright, faded blue eyes betray her general feelings of disdain to all who notice her. Often rolled back her thin face is splashed with expressions of boredom or sulking annoyance and occasionally punctuated with destructive glee.
Personality: In a word; snarky. Thalia has no problem with letting her general distaste for others tumble forth in a wave of eloquently worded and well pin-pointed insults. Her days in the Temple are probably numbered for just this reason. Unable to control her mouth she's been sequestered to various parts of the Temple away from the other Acolytes in an effort to keep her from being justly murdered before graduation, if she was able to feel thankful to the Overseer with a life-debt to the Crazell's, she would be.
Wildly inappropriate and grating in her commentary the girl has few friends outside of others who enjoy ripping her apart as much as she does them. Those friends she does carry claim to enjoy her cutting wit and occasional moments of good humor and suffer through her superiority complex.
Despite her incredible lack of proper social skills, Thalia has an intense desire to be liked and admired. Perfectly secure in her general superiority to the common grunt she craves to be adored but is unwilling to act in a way that would garner such positive attention. The vulgar masses should, after all, simply flock to her clear charm (or lack their of) and wit.
Ships/Vehicles: N/A
Equipment: Single Phase Lightsaber, Red Synthetic Crystal.
Stats:
Strength - Average
Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Average
Charisma - Below Average
Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Telekinetic- Apprentice
Telepathic- Novice
Body- Novice
Sense- Unskilled
Protection- Unskilled
Healing:– Unskilled
Destruction– Novice
Combat Training: N/A
Force Training:
Force Choke- Novice
Force Lightning- Novice
Other Training: N/A
Lightsaber Training: (Untrained, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master, Specialist)
Shii-Cho- Apprentice
Makashi- Untrained
Soresu- Untrained
Ataru- Untrained
Shien/Djem So- Novice
>>Sub-form Backhanded- Untrained
Niman- Untrained
>>Sub-form Jar-kai- Untrained
Juyo- Untrained
Double Bladed Combat- Untrained
Biography:
Born to House Crazell of Naboo Thalia was born to a rather charmed life. Her father Marko, a wealthy noble for the planet made his trillions in the Naboo cotton and textiles industry. His wife, Callista had much more maidenly interests in hosting parties and living lavishly. After many years of fertility struggles and frustrations in their advancing age Thalia was born, touted as a miracle of modern science. Shortly after birth she was tested for force sensitivity and the Jedi made an inquiry if the girl could join their ranks. The Crazells, while flattered that their miracle child was even more special, denied the request to sacrifice their only heir.
And it was as such a miracle that Thalia lived, coddled and complacent, days filled with tutoring, riding, and learning the social graces of a lady.
Recognized by her tutors as a bright child she took well to learning history though quickly found herself growing bored of the material and ceasing to pay attention entirely. Thoroughly spoiled she managed to get nearly every governess fired and frequently slacked off on her studies, leaving her while naturally intelligent lacking in the finer points of formal education.
As well, throughout childhood Thalia struggled with making friends. Being told one is perfect and charming and delightful, unfortunately does not actually make one perfect and charming and delightful, no matter how hard one believes it to be true. And the other children surely noticed. This deepset insecurity with not being recognized and immediately liked frequently led the young girl to lash out, further driving children away much to her befuddlement.
After a certain point in the cycle of wanting to be liked, being frankly horrible and then subsequently rejected Thalia, rather than adjusting her behaviour, decided she was a misunderstood genius and can recognize no fault in herself. The 'lessers' chalked up to being clearly blinded or envious, whatever was the more convenient excuse at the time.
Around her 14th year the social unrest within the Republic reached a high point as grouping of nobles throughout the system began to rally together, the Crazell's tired of taxes and desperate for expansion of personal territory and wealth quickly joined in.
By her 16th year her family had officially defected, joining the invasion of Mygeeto as part of the Sith Empire. Settling onto the icy banking world, her father turned his interests from common agriculture and textiles to more finance related pursuits. During this time Marko met and made friends with a variety Grey and Dark Jedi, including one Vincent Calbra. In a particularly hairy run while capturing Mygeeto Marko's men saved both Calbra and his young wife, incurring a life debt that would later be repaid. Now Sith Aristocrats the Crazell's settled into their new home and lives.
And shortly found ruin. Far overestimating his financial abilities Marko Crazell quickly lost much of their fortune and found himself surrounded by growing debts. Thalia, unaware and unconcerned with the state of her parents finances had withdrawn into an even more petulant and unpleasant teenager, displeased with living sunny, beautiful Naboo for the barren, ice wastes of Mygeeto as well as being separated from the few individuals who she considered friends.
Attempting to cover up the tottering state of his empire her father went about taking loans from various sources, including a rather high profile Sith Lord, Jakkai Flamora. Finding himself unable to pay back the money in a timely manner Crazell began going on long 'business' trips off world in order to dodge his creditors.
Within a year his debts were so mounting that Lord Flamora's men made weekly, polite social calls to inquire on the state of their balance. When Crazell could not pay the Lord merely smiled and invited, as a presumed show of good faith, the family to a visit to his estate.
Unable to refuse, Thalia and her parents were dolled up and whisked away to Korriban post-haste. Upon arrival to the dusty, unpleasantly hot desert planet Thalia recalls being annoyed with the whole affair. Surely her parents could have left her behind and dealt with whatever their Sith Lord wanted. She was, briefly, thankful that once they left they'd probably never have need to return to the strange cult-happy world.
As luck would have it, Thalia would not be leaving.
Displeased with the state of their accounts Lord Jakkai Flamora presented the Crazells with a choice. They owed him a rather ridiculous sum of money, an amount that if called in would decimate the entire family and leave their name not only dragged in the mud, but the immediate family paupers, or to give him something of equal value. Thalia.
At first scandalized at the very idea the Lord explained very simply that Thalia would be well taken care of and perhaps even useful in the long term. Marko and Callista would be able to continue living the lifestyles they were accustomed to and upon their eventual death all their titles and resources would be transferred automatically to Thalia, who if all went according to plan would be a high ranking Sith in her own right, further benefiting their cause and by extension himself. If they were to refuse, he'd simply take it.
Despite the protests of his wife, Marko's choice was clear. It was a great honor to join the Sith after all.
Her parents left that afternoon and Thalia was, quite reasonably, pissed. After spending the first week sulking her room Flamora informed her she was join the other Acolytes under Overseer Vincent Calbra, now a full member of the revived Sith Order. After much pouting and snark she did.
Strangely enough, Thalia took well to the training. Her telekinesis and destructive abilities were learned quick and her scathing attitude, while just an universally disliked amongst the other Acolytes was almost endearing to the high ranking Sith about her. In the months that have followed her 'imprisonment' on Korriban Thalia has relished in her new found abilities and power and is, in her eyes, well on her way to becoming a Darth in her own right.
Roleplay Sample: .
"Miss Crazell, I'm sure it bears no explanation for why I've called you into my office today." The small, shrunken sith said with an condescending air, withered fingers tapping annoyingly at the small white table. Thalia could swear the woman was appraising her behind that silk blindfold, but kept her expression decidedly bored. Renata's apprentice or not, this shriveled hag didn't scare her.
Twisting about in her seat Thalia's booted feet plopped audibly onto the desktop, the orange-red dust of Korriban marking the spot with a splatter. Tossing back a lock of her light red hair over her shoulder Thalia went about far more important things than this loathesome conversation. Her nails were looking rough again. Something about the arid world just wrecked her cuticles. Maybe Flamora would get her more of that cream from Alderaan? That helped last time.
"Miss Crazell. This is a serious matter. You've been implicated in the death of another apprentice." Bellinda's voice was even, almost musical as her tone betrayed the severity of the situation.
A bright, vicious laugh worked its way through Thalia, whose eyes stayed on her nails, carefully scratching away at the gnarly cuticles. "That's a riot. Really, I don't think you grasp quite how hilarious that assumption is, My Lady."
Blue-grey eyes flicked up then, looking for something to focus on in the absence of eyes in her interrogator. Settling for the ruby red lips she sneered. "Though how you managed to earn such a title here is beyond me. Can have even stand? Or do you have a hover chair like that professor in the holo-vids?"
Bellinda's neutral, diplomat's smile never faltered as the twisted, skinny hand raised up, closing as the tightness built about Thalia's throat. Sputtering and clawing the the invisible grip about her windpipe the acolyte felt herself wrenched up and out of her seat, kicking the uncomfortable plastisteel chair across the room as Bellinda reminds stationary, that damnable smile still pleasant across her face.
"Miss Crazell, I'm under no assumptions of your abilities as a Sith. You are by all accounts one of the most worthless initiates we've had in some time." Bellinda began, dangling the girl just above her desk, listening as she sputtered and cough, boots kicking down vainly at the table top as Thalia struggled more. "But, unfortunately for us both, in the incident of a students death here at the temple we are required to investigate. You've proven yourself to be entirely too incompetent to be complicit in this matter."
Stars burst in her vision as Thalia's face turned red, then purple, lips faintly blue as tears streamed down her face, boots threatening to knock the few, sparse knickknacks from Bellinda's desk. With that Bellinda dropped her, girl sprawling with a clatter across her tabletop before falling unceremoniously to the cold floor beneath.
Wincing and groaning Thalia quickly made her way up, hand hovering at her saber for a moment before rational thought took over.
"Now get out of my office, I hope not to speak with you again, Miss Crazell."
Thalia's face twisted into a grimace before bowing lowly, the trailing back of her skirt swishing across the floor with the motion. "Pleasure to have been of service, My lady she sneered before leaving, hands still clutching the saber at her belt. Where was the sparring hall in this damnable place again?
