Post by Dire Wolf on Aug 31, 2018 14:49:19 GMT -5
 Rhissai Arckan Full Name • Rhissai Arckan Nickname • Rhiss Race • Aphithiri Birthplace • Aphithir Age • 74 Gender • Female Sexuality • Demisexual Faction • Jedi Concept • Jedi Master; Tier 3 Languages • Basic, Aphithir’ai; Mando’a, Duro, Huttese (understands others through the Force) Assets • Tri Lightsabers: blue single-phase, green single phase, and a purple single phase. A krayt dragon pearl necklace; a Jedi Starfighter, The Traveler for personal use; and finally command of a Horizon-Class Republic Fleet Carrier, The Zenith during wartime. Appearance Face Claim • Gal Gadot Height & Weight • 6’1 & 163 lbs Overall Looks • A timeless kind beauty holds to the woman's visage in spite of her wizened years, though her seventy years are considered few by her race's standards. Youth's mark has long since faded in favor of dignity that hangs over her stride; upright and chin held high in spite of a world's weight that rests atop her shoulders. From time to time, in the moments where she comes to life and is pulled from her own mind, Rhissai's face adopts a far warmer expression. Her kind smile has a strange way of coaxing one into comfort, though that may just be the inviting aura that the woman attempts to keep. As far as her manner of dress, it shifts wildly. Drab brown robes are hideously out of place anywhere but the Temple or one of it's many enclaves spread out across the stars. While Rhiss may not fancy herself a spy by any stretch, she finds that often times being blatant does her more harm than good. Rather, more often than not she wears dark, synthetic fabrics or leathers that one might expect of a spacer. The shard of a glittering krayt dragon pearl rests on a thick leathery chord around her neck, while the other acts as an auxiliary crystal within her lightsaber. Personality Profile Rhissai is often described as a calming, warm presence; attributes it to general level hotheadedness and an honest desire to help those around her. Though her natural aptitude for empathy and telepathy certainly assist her in that arena. On that note, the woman seems to have a preternatural awareness to seek out those who are hurting or in pain, and an equal desire to mend that in any way she can. Other times, the woman finds her playfulness and mildly mischievous nature to be a boon to the order. Practical jokes may be her favorite, but other times she finds endless hilarity in one of her errant illusions. The Master still retains qualities that make her an effective military commander. Though she can be stern and is certainly assertive in her words and actions, Rhissai still makes it a point to spend time with her subordinates. A healthy degree of familiarity breeds inspiration, and while Jedi and Soldiers require two very different approaches, the old master isn't afraid to attempt either. While she may be stubborn in her views and aggressive in her need to make them reality, that hardly means that she's not open to change or a better point of view. Fairness has always been important to her, and will continue to be so. War and conflict had always been so contrary to the naturally empathic woman's nature, yet from the beginning she'd been completely inundated with it. From the very first Mandalorian she slew during their ill-fated crusade half a century ago, to the most recent that fell to a deflected blaster bolt, each kill has left a scar on her soul. These scars have taken the form of silent moments of utter exhaustion, mostly in private or in the presence of dear friends, but they are released soon after they arrive. One might ask what drags a woman who loathes combat so vehemently into conflict after conflict, and they might be answered with an unshakable will and devotion to her duty to the people of the Republic. Protecting people are what drives the Grandmistress, not ideals or causes or politics. Yet in the moments where she can use her wisdom or command of the Force for small kindnesses, Rhissai Arckan most comes to life. Rather than feel fatigue, she feels jubilant in helping others. She finds a simple joy in curing illnesses, mending wounds be they spiritual or physical, or simply being there for a person who has no one else. At her absolute core, the Jedi Master lives for people to be happy and taken care of. Beneath all the scars that life left behind there's a genuine, gentle, and nurturing soul who exists to help those around her grow. Of course, those moments of kindness aren't the only that see her happiness. She finds a special joy in developing fellow Jedi; not only by giving them skills to stave off the allure of the dark side but also as people. While Jedi are expected a certain degree of detachment from the physical, she still considers it of the utmost importance to grow as a person. Only in that way can any being in the galaxy realize their true potential. Nuturing people is the woman's true calling, and it runs far deeper than combat or serenity or the Republic itself. It always will. Background Father • Zanatos, 101 Merchant Mother • Viera, 104, Merchant Siblings • n/a Other Important Connections • Gaeriel Krieg, 29, Jedi Shadow, former student. Jace Beleren, 54, former Grandmaster, friend. Levin Caelum 54, Jedi Master, friend. Horst Stellar, 48, Republic General, colleague. Lehr, 2,543, Jedi Master, Former Master. [NPC] Orion Naa, 36, Jedi Master, former student. [NPC] Miki Arisaka, 64 (21 at time of death), former student. [NPC, deceased] Overall History • I. Aphithir was never a place anyone willingly went to. Such was the case when a civilian vessel was struck by one of the systems many asteroids, and forced to make a landing there. Fortunately the long-range distress beacon had gotten out to the proper authorities, unfortunately by the time the nearest Jedi got to it the party had been taken by local chieftan. What had begun as a simple negotiation ended violently. By the time the dust settled, the crash survivors were safe, but there was one problem; a little girl with immense aptitude for the Force. The pair had attempted to find the girl's parents, but they weren't in with the natives and she didn't know their names. After a few moments deliberation, the duo took the little girl with them to Coruscant to be trained. Her name, as pieced together by the minders, was Siuan. Siuan had just crested the age of ten when she befriended an ancient Neti by the name of Lehr; he'd just pushed one new knight through the trials and was searching for another padawan to take into his tutelage. After only a short conversation, he took the young girl as his learner. While training under her master was difficult, he was perfectly situated to expand her natural prowess in telepathy. However, the Force and diplomacy weren't enough. Jedi needed to know how to fight. A small, localized rebellion in one of the mid-rim planets had earned enough notoriety for Jedi to take part, and it was on that assignment that Siuan slew her first man. While she loathed fighting, the girl did her best to learn of strategy and tactics, as well as the value of healing. In spite of her own nature and initial apprehension for combat, Siuan was quick to learn it's value. Some situations simply couldn't be solved by diplomacy alone, and one couldn't be afraid to raise a weapon in those situations. She quickly gained the adoration of her fellow soldiers due to heroics and willingness to lead from the front, as well as the respect of her master. Siuan was knighted after the conflict. Just over a year into her knighthood Siuan took her first padawan. Miki, the young epicanthix girl, grew into something of a strong headed firecracker, yet that hadn't stopped the Master from growing close to her padawan. In spite of herself, the Knight began the smart, capable, and strong padawan as her own child. Miki grew into a Jedi who's fighting ability was as fierce as her diplomacy was keen. Siuan was proud. II. With the trials rapidly approaching, Siuan had decided to take a more difficult mission. A lucrative bounty had been taken out on a Metellosian Senator who had begun to introduce legislation that was less than favorable for the planetary elite. Towards the end of their assignment, a cadre of bounty hunters attacked the small group of Jedi and guards, which began an extended skirmish that ended with both the death of the Senator, as well as Miki. The girl's master was beside herself with grief over the loss, yet in spite of her pleas the Jedi made no moves for recompense. They'd told her that the proper authorities will take charge. Siuan turned in her sabers at that statement. What she had to do, wouldn't be done as a Jedi Knight. It took time, to find those responsible. They had been spread across the stars, mostly across the outer rim. However the image of each of the six had been burned into her mind, and upon finding them she shattered each against her mind. While their bodies lingered in a state of semi-life, their minds had been snapped beyond repair. Contrary to her nature, the woman found herself enjoying the way they cracked under her power. By the time the last man had been found, however, he'd reformed. Hung up his armor and blasters and turned them in for a family and farm equipment. That fact, nor his apologies or pleas, hardly caused the woman to blink before slaying his family, and then him. As she stood over the drooling bodies of her fallen foes, Siuan knew that she couldn't simply walk back into the order as though nothing had happened. She'd crossed several lines in her hunt, and breached the unforgivable in the final act. Instead of persist within the galaxy, she went home. Aphithir was a rough world with rougher people. Assimilating was difficult; it was apparent that she was an 'alien' even if she bore their face, though after enough time and moving about she managed to slide into their culture. Rather than simply toil away in mines, or as a merchant, the girl fought her way into the warrior cast. Bludgeoning through career warriors as though they were nothing, thanks to her prowess in telepathy and the Force. Within a year of reaching her homeworld, she'd become one of their fiercest generals and greatest warriors. She bore countless victories for her clan, however in time her eyes grew beyond a mere general's station. Siuan, now named Rhissai Arckan in honor of her victories and ferocity, set her eyes on the throne. Her coup split the greatest clan to ever in two, which allowed rival clans the opportunity to band together and attack the nation while they were split. While her tactics and strategem were masterful, as well as prowess in Force Illusion, the situation was too dire. Rhissai may have never lost a battle, however her relatively small numbers compared to those of her enemies meant that each victory was pyrrhic. Something had to change if she and her warriors were to survive. Rather than face the clans head on, Rhissai and her greatest soldiers infiltrated enemy camps issuing her telepathy. Leaders were slain systematically over the course of a week. As the enemy forces remained in disarray and infighting, Rhissai and her forces swooped in to best them in combat. A desperate situation turned into a victorious one in the span of a month. After two, the war was won and she was crowned Empress of Aphithir. By the time Rhissai was half way through her thirties, her empire had been solidified though old hatreds remained. Relationships between clans remained tense at best, and navigating them was an eternal test of patience. Ruling the wartorn planet had quickly become far more trouble than what it was worth. As she neared her forties, however, a ship bearing an off-course team of Jedi smashed into the planet. Lehr, her old master, was among them. Over the course of their long stay, the old tree managed to convince her that ruling the planet wasn't worth her soul. In the end, she abdicated her position to her an appointed heir and left the planet to do as it willed. III. The next few years of Rhissai's life were difficult, to say the least. She spent most of that time at the temple and readjusting to the life of a Jedi; thankfully she fell back in line fairly quickly. What wasn't hasty, however, was the sense of trust she had to rebuild. It took years of menial tasks and dutiful studies before the order agreed to allow her take on an apprentice; a young boy named Orion Naa. The boy was intelligent and capable, and wise beyond his years. Unlike her previous apprentice, this one managed to pass on into knighthood without any issues. Dark times were ahead, however. Rhissai Arckan only became a high councilwoman a few years prior to the outbreak of the galaxy's most recent conflict. While some of the council took a more tempered approach thanks to Malak's rebellion occurring only a few hundred years prior, Rhissai and Vreem Took, another member of the High Council, took a more direct approach They formed the Blades of the Jedi Order to join in with the Republic Military in hopes that they may stymie the Sith War Machine's advance. While they won some, the Republic lost a whole lot before they managed to win at all. Her third apprentice was a curious one. Gaeriel Krieg. The woman was somewhat familiar with the young girl, having met her on Manaan some years prior. While she helped them out of a bind there, Rhiss was distraught to learn of the death of Krieg's master. As the soon-to-be knight only had to complete some of her trials, the woman was perfectly happy to take the final leg of her apprenticeship on. Much to her pride, her friend managed to become a knight without issue. While the Republic may have suffered wretched defeat after horrible defeat, they'd managed to pull it around at Coruscant. The republic, once unable to get it together, struck deeper and deeper into it's old territory. For a moment, a brief shining moment, Rhissai had hoped that they could reach all the way to Dromund Kaas. Such hopes were dashed, however. The Republic capitulated to a war weary populace, and signed an uneasy armistace. All that death, all that pain, and all of that sacrifice had been for nothing. Rhissai did her best not to be bitter. Jaded. She failed. Only a few months after the armistace was signed, she stepped down from the council. She decided to go on something of a walkabout, with the Jedi's permission and as one of their agents. If they'd needed her, she returned. However she preferred to go to the war-torn republic worlds and help rebuild. Heal the wounded. Assuage telepathic and empathic hurts. Nurture and grow people to help them move on from the atrocities they'd seen. Of course, Rhissai knew that the war would come again. It always did. However, when it did, perhaps they'd be better prepared. IV. Three years passed before Rhissai returned to the order in full, now with a full spirit and a much needed sense of accomplishment. Gone was the bitter, jaded woman. She'd returned to her old tricks and jokes, and even smiles in spite of the looming threat. Though levity hadn't meant that the woman rested on her laurels; instead, she began to spend as much of her time with the Republic Military as was appropriate. She gave generals input into their training, low level officers tactics when dealing with Sith Soliders and Knights, and simply existed with the soldiers. Many a drink has been shared with infantry and sailors of the Republic Military. One day, the war would begin again. One day the Republic would need the Jedi to defend themselves. And when that day came, both the Military and the Order would need to be ready. |
