Viula Frayus

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Viula Frayus Full Name • Viula Miria Kaven Breya Frayus III; shortened to Viula Frayus Nickname • Queen Frayus (formerly); Lady/Prophet Vecordia; Vecordia, Dark Lady of the Sith Race • Human Birthplace • Alderaan Age • 38 21; and if you value your life you won't question it Gender • Female Sexuality • Bisexual Faction • Sith Concept • Sith Lord; backstabbing, weaselly Sith lady who likes studying Dark Side relics and ruins Languages • Basic (pri.), High Galactic (sec.), Bocce (ter.), Sith (pieced together from relics and inscriptions; dialect sloppy; basic understanding only), can understand more using the Force Assets • - 2x Lightsaber; red ▇▇▇ color crystal from a kinrath egg. Each part of the saber is constructed using either pieces from her Master's lightsaber or from artifacts and relics she found in Sith tombs, ornately encased in a mullinine webbing, with two pointed, single-edged blades running parallel to the emitter beam. Can therefore be used as an emergency two-pronged dagger of sorts - Skin-conforming suit of customized armour; made of black polyfibe and weaved with trimantium to afford maximum protection without sacrificing flexibility. Decoratively lined with green-tinted aurodium and includes magnetic clips at the shoulders and hip for a cloak and equipment. - Personal X-70B-Phantom starship; painted with distinctive emerald green designs across it's hull and some decorative green-tinted aurodium lining around the top ports and wings. The ship itself is modified to have a slightly larger than average cargo bay with a number of hidden compartments, sacrificing some maneuverability in the process. - Caldera-class Imperial Yacht; supposedly for use in diplomatic missions only, however Viula tends to use it for pleasure cruises around Sith-controlled space. Appearance Face Claim • Cate Blanchett Height & Weight • 6'1"; 145lbs Overall Looks • One thing that can be said about Viula is that she certainly looks the part of a Sith Lord. Tall, imposing, wearing dark clothing an armour with black hair and openly displaying her fabulous wealth and power. Her pale skin, while undeniably beautiful, shows the telltale signs of the Dark Side; a sickly blue hue to much of it, veins just starting to show on her forehead and other tight areas of skin and darkened eyes. Despite this, she has a very clear presence to her that captivates people, though perhaps not solely attributed to physical beauty. Her body language is jittery and hard to read, even when relaxed. Her eyes tend to dart to the dark corners. Yet she always retains that trademark smirk, that supreme confidence. All of this gives the image of a woman on the brink of madness. Like staring into the abyss of chaos. Yet her attire is often composed and controlled, like a somewhat distorted picture of an Alderaanian noblewoman. Tall heels, silken capes and dresses in black or dark emerald green, even a jagged helm of wrought green-tinted aurodium that looks like a crown of horns and blades; she is equal parts extravagance and eccentricity. Personality Profile To look on Viula is to witness a clear example of the Dark Side's effects; decaying sanity, yet seemingly endless power. She projects the ideals of dignity and strength in all that she does, from her clothing right down to her way of speech and her mannerisms, yet there is also a sense of child-like joy and a perverse pleasure in the pain and plight of others. Her sense of empathy has all but rotted away, replaced with a disregard for her underlings and a willingness to throw them in front of anything or anyone to advance her goals or protect herself. You see, to Viula the only thing that matters in the entire galaxy is Viula. Of course she's very, very good at hiding this fact or convincing people that her self-centered nature is simply well-meaning ambition but in reality she's out for number one and has been for a very, very long time. After all, she's special. Ever since she was a young girl she's been told she was such, the Jedi order treating her like some rare commodity when she counted herself among their ranks. She has the power of Psychometry and uses it on Sith artifacts and relics to take glimpses into the lives and techniques and rituals of the old Sith Lords. Despite her clear skill in combat scenarios, Viula tends to stay away from fighting, having no real desire to get her hands dirty in that sense. Unless pressed she would rather flee than fight, simply out of a lack of interest. She does enjoy watching fights, however and will often send apprentices into fights she knows they cannot win simply to see them try and fail. In the same vein, she often finds herself flush with apprentices ready to prove their worth, even using seduction to win them over to her side at times if they are reluctant otherwise. This provides her with a great many assets within the Sith Order to use to advance herself. To her, that's all they are. Assets. Things to be used and discarded, even if she may tell a young Sith upstart that she loves them. She's a very good liar, after all. Background Father • Sir Marco Giaus Jaio Denus Frayus IV, deceased, Alderaanian nobleman Mother • Filiam Arba Frayus (née Ulgo), 58, Alderaanian noblewoman Siblings • 4 brothers, 5 sisters; she is unaware of any of their names or current status Other Important Connections • Grandfather - Darnus Allin Jaio Frayus, deceased, Jedi Master Master - Saarnus Arr, deceased, former Jedi Master Master - Lord Karnag, deceased, former Sith Lord and mentor - Various underworld contacts and traders Overall History • Part I - A Truly Special Jedi Viula Frayus was never meant to be Sith. Her life was that of a typical Jedi. One of a long line of Alderaanian tradition; a peace-loving, if politically-minded, planet of nobility, pursuit of the arts and of the finer aspects of philosophy. Ambition ran strong there but no less than any other society. Children of Alderaanian families were led to believe that their wealth and status made them special. Some interpreted this as a right to power, others a responsibility to protect those less fortunate. So many examples exist of both that to try and count them all would take years. One would not think it today but Viula grew up in loving household, one that instructed her to use her political advantages wisely and for the benefit of the Republic. A good family, of good people. No less ambitious than any other noble family but to them politics was a game to be played so long as it did not hurt their ideals, not a dance of life or death. As with all Republic-born children, Viula's midichlorian count was tested when she was born, as part of standard procedure. Strong in the Force, the Jedi were contacted and the family suddenly had an important decision to make. Give their eldest daughter away to the Jedi and perhaps win some secondary glory or keep their family together. It took Sir Marco two weeks to decide; ultimately he wished for Viula to stay at home and become a politician like him. He had no desire to risk his first born child in service to the Jedi Order. While they were disappointed, the Jedi had no choice but to respect their decision. Not even the Jedi wanted to split a family up, it was just an unfortunate reality of their Order. She took a great interest in history as she grew older, specifically in the tales of her grandfather. A Jedi Master, much more a scholar than a warrior. He would travel to various worlds, recording folk history and legends, writing many books about their societies and culture, ranging from the well known races like the Twi'lek to the obscure like the Gand. For many, many years his texts had been considered the premiere source of knowledge on most lifeforms in the galaxy, big and small. She had learned to read at a very young age just so she could learn to read these books herself. Yet with how fast she managed to learn, her father began to suspect the Force had played a part. You see, Viula could... see things. Visions. Whenever she touched an object, she could see who had touched it before her, she could see the history of that object, though it was often hazy. After a while she was no longer reading the books, just pressing her small hand against it and living in the visions of her grandfather. She had never met him but she had felt such a strong connection with him, even at the tender age of five years old. Her father, on the other hand, grew more and more distraught. He started trying to hide these objects from her so she couldn't feel the Force through them. He didn't want to lose her... But eventually he realized she had to go. Sir Marcus knew she was special, to deny her to the galaxy because of his own selfishness like this was cruel. The Jedi order was contacted and Viula had to say goodbye to her family. She was not distraught; her grandfather had shown her the path to follow, if even indirectly. She would not see her family again but... she would not forget them. As soon as the Jedi returned her to the temple at Coruscant, they realized just how strong in the Force she was. Her intuition was incredible, her thirst for knowledge insatiable, her ability to recall information near-fallible. She had the ancient Jedi technique of Psychometry instinctively within her, something the Order had seen only very rarely. Once she completed her training as a youngling it was no wonder that she was immediately chosen for training and happened to overhear that many Jedi Masters had appealed to be her mentor. It was then she began to realize something, a feeling twisted by her privileged and sheltered upbringing, something that would eventually be her downfall. She was special. She was truly special. Years passed, her training going as well as anyone could have hoped. While she was a little physically frail, Viula showed great potential with her control of the Force. Showing herself to be flexible and dexterous, her Master taught her the ancient lightsaber style of Makashi. Fitting, considering her love of Jedi history. Other physical pursuits tended to fall by the wayside as she ingested more and more and more knowledge, at times being admonished for falling asleep in the library. They appreciated her enthusiasm but other students had to use the tomes as well, after all. It became a nightly exercise for she and her Master to pour through old Jedi texts to search for potential locations of ruins or artifacts, often being sent on retrieval or documentation missions to find them. Viula had so much joy in her heart then, living in her element, loving the intellectual pursuits the Jedi order had afforded her and most at the Temple seemed to find her positive energy and sense of humor infectious. A natural born Jedi Consular in almost every respect. Part II - Isolation Even after completing her trials and becoming a Jedi Knight, Viula and Master Arr traveled in search of sites of antiquity. Together, they learned many secrets of the Force, encountering memories of long dead Jedi Masters and sometimes even Sith through Viula's Psychometry. She began writing her own book in the style of those written by her grandfather, titled Eyes of the Force: A Look Into the Past of the Jedi Order, promising an uncompromising look into the ancient history of the Jedi. She felt that telling it all how it truly was, failures and flaws all, would allow the next generation to learn from the mistakes of the past. One of their assignments stood out from the rest however. A very dangerous one. A Sith holocron was thought to be located on a remote planet in Wild Space and as the premier team of relic hunters, Viula and Master Arr were tasked with retrieving it and returning it to the temple for safe storage. The planet was by no means easy to find and it took a great deal of searching to uncover it's location, along a very, very old Hyperspace route that led to a system declared uninhabited and seemingly not well explored. They arrived after a long journey, discovering what seemed to be crumbling Sith ruin from as far back as the Great Hyperspace War. The planet itself was volcanic along it's equator and the rest of it was uninhabitable due to a thick layer of soot and ash being constantly spewed into the atmosphere and raining down on the other landmasses. It was clear people had lived there before, so they concluded that whatever had triggered the volcanic eruptions was what wiped out the inhabitants of the planet. They handled the holocron with care, of course. It was clear that such a thing could corrupt even the strongest Jedi mind, so their intention was to limit their exposure to it's effects. Unfortunately, in their haste, they missed a small amount of damage to their telemetry computer due to the volcanic ash, meaning there was a slight discrepancy in their Hyperspace coordinates. Instead of returning to Coruscant, they were sent hurtling into unknown space, presumed dead by the Council. But they didn't die. The intense feeling of the overloading hyperdrive had knocked Viula unconscious and when she awoke, she found herself in the wreck of her ship, embedded into a cave on the side of a mountain somewhere. Master Arr was dead, killed as he tried to slow the craft. Through some miracle she knew she wasn't badly hurt besides a number of cuts and a broken arm. Unable to escape the cave as her ship had wedged itself in the entrance and her lightsaber was damaged beyond repair, she resigned herself to die there, alone and not knowing where she was. And then the holocron spoke to her. At first she tried to dismiss it's words but eventually the isolation began to take hold and it's voice became her only companion. It had knowledge and to her starved brain that was appealing. After all, she was going to die anyway, she might as well learn what she can while she's here, right? So the holocron began to tell her things, about the Jedi Order, about the Great Hyperspace War, about the Force. Things she didn't know, things she could barely even comprehend but the weight of the words was so significant that it was like they had a physical weight. She didn't even know how she was communicating with it, considering she didn't understand it's language necessarily. Yet instinctively she could feel the words. Her hunger began to abate and she wasn't sure how or why, nor how long she was in that cave but she began to regain her strength, somehow. It became an easy matter to move the ship; she just had to reach out with the Force and... push. Just as the holocron said. It gave her hope where she had none before. How could the Jedi condemn this thing if it had saved her life? It had made moving that ship so easy. No. She had made moving that ship so easy. Because she was special. The Jedi had said as much themselves. The world she found herself in was by no means a civilized one. Wandering around for a few days with the holocron, she found a small village of primitive near-humans living in a large ruined capital ship of unknown make and model, clearly the descendants of the ship's crew. Her companion taught her ways to shackle their minds, to suppress their desires and twist them into serving her. It was so simple, their minds were so weak and pliable, so easy to bend and twist to her will. Why had the Jedi forbidden this? It was so easy, so freeing. Even as the guilt welled up within her, she remembered why she was here. She was only doing what she had to in order to survive, right? ...Right? Part III - God-Queen They began worshiping her. To them she was a god, able to do things they could hardly imagine. She was special, after all. Why wouldn't they see her as a goddess? She was one! She was a damn goddess! A QUEEN! This part of her life was a little hazy for her. Viula began losing her lucidity, often fading into fugue states that would last days, even weeks. She knew she ruled over this tribe of near-humans with an iron fist, demanding they build her things, feed her, submit themselves to her service, anything she required. They believed she was a deity sent from on high and that only by appeasing her would they be spared her wrath. The previous kind, happy, gentle Jedi turned into a hateful, spiteful, wretched woman intent on bleeding the tribe dry. They had earned the majority of their prosperity through aurodium mining, working and the precious metal into religious iconography and then selling the rest to other sentients on the planet. None of them were space-faring, none of them even really knew what space even was, despite being descendants of what Viula assumed were early Republic settlers or... something close to it. One day she found a group of the tribe worshiping one of their old idols instead of her. Her jealous rage grew far hotter than she ever thought it could, coursing through her veins like thickened blood. Before she knew it all of the false idol worshipers lay dead and in disgust at her own actions and their's for defying her, she demanded that all aurodium idols in the village be melted down, under pain of death and any recorded history of the tribe was to be destroyed and re-written. Her paranoia grew, always fearing a Force-sensitive villager might suddenly rise up to depose her, or the Jedi would find her and see what she'd done here and exile or kill her. Any and all Force-sensitives in the village were killed; compelled to fight each other in blood sports for her amusement. The culture of the village suddenly went from peaceful metalworkers and traders to brutal gladiators, fighters and servants to their new God-Queen. Yet she knew she was not fully in control, this holocron kept speaking to her, subtly influencing her, inadvertently feeding into her paranoia and one day she suspected it of trying to find another Force-sensitive to replace her. In her rage, she threw it into the ocean, suddenly finding her thoughts so much clearer, like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. But the paranoia did not abate. The melted aurodium was worked into a jagged helm for her to wear like a crown, giving her a very imposing appearance. With her thoughts more lucid, she could more effectively oppress the tribe, drilling them into a powerful army by teaching them how to wield swords in the Makashi style. It only then occurred to her that she did not have a lightsaber, her mind had been so clouded before that she hadn't realized that. She took a pilgrimage back to the mountain she arrived from, finding the near skeletal corpse of her master in it's rusted, broken shell of starship metal. She took the corroded form of his lightsaber from his belt and began slowly reconstructing it with the broken remains of her own saber. A God-Queen needed a blade befitting of her status, after all. Yet she kept having this strange dream... like something was about to go wrong. And then it did. Part IV - A Changed Woman One of her worst fears came true. The Jedi found her. Or rather, they hadn't really been looking for anyone in particular, she and her master had been dead for more than a decade now, they had simply joined some scouts exploring new Hyperspace routes and had discovered this new planet. Unfortunately for Viula, however, the Jedi that appeared coincidentally happened to be one of her old friends from the temple, someone she had trained very closely with. She had forgotten his name she'd been there for so long but she could not forget his face. She came back from a hunting expedition to find him sitting in her throne, intending to liberate them from her rule. At first she was just confused, maybe even a little amused... and then it gave way to burning, screaming rage. This was HER kingdom! How DARE he try to take it from her! Their fight lasted hours, neither of them wanting to give an inch of ground as they fought through the village, her horrific screeching sending some of the villagers into hysteric seizures or forcing them to run in terror. To them it was a fight between two gods, one fighting for liberation and one for oppression but they dared not get in their way. She was not as skilled with a saber as him, though she was able to hold her own. Where she shined was her control of the Force; forked lighting shot from her hands, tents and wooden structures were damaged by the furious strength of her telekinetic powers, fueled by her fear, paranoia and hate. And at the end of it all, there he was on his knees, exhausted and unable to fight back as she held her blade to his throat. He pleaded with her to return to the light, to come back to the Jedi... but her mind was blank, pondering what she was about to do. She'd killed people before, plenty of times in time she'd been here... but this was the first murder she'd committed without the influence of the holocron. All of that anger had been replaced momentarily with a cold terror, unable to commit to the final blow. He shuffled a little, trying to recall his saber to his hand and with a screech, she cut his head from his shoulders. She knew then just how far down the dark path she'd gone. It all became real to her, how frayed her mental state had become. She needed to go... to get away from here, to be a part of the Galaxy again. Without a word she left the village, finding the ship that had brought the Jedi there, butchering all on board except one and forcing him to fly her away from here, back into what she thought was Republic space. But the ships she found all flew different colors. Red flags with a circular cog-like symbol. The Sith Empire... the Sith had returned to the Galaxy. She knew then where she had to go to find her clarity. Viula took the navicomputer logs from the ship, forcing the pilot to request docking permission with one of the Sith vessels. It was obvious they wouldn't just let some mysterious woman join them out of nowhere, so she used the aurodium mines on her previously unknown planet as a bargaining chip to buy her way into the Sith Order. She served under various masters as the war continued in earnest, her Psychometry and knowledge of Sith ruins and artifacts of particular interest to the Cult of Mysteries. The powers she'd learned from the holocron had left her techniques sloppy and lacking discipline, fueled by raw emotion rather than precise control. Despite chaffing under tutelage after being regarded as a God-Queen, she bid her time and learned how to control her newfound abilities well, even taking up her old Makashi studies as well, eventually extending this to a pair of sabers rather than a single one. A she became more trusted in the Order, Viula was eventually allowed to lead research teams in pursuit of more powerful relics for the Sith vaults on Korriban and Dromund Kaas. Her power and value to the Order became undeniable, eventually leading to her ascension to Sith Lord; though not before her most recent teacher met a very unfortunate accident. Using her newfound position she amassed a great deal of influence and power, conducting experiments using the dark side to discover the true extent of the Force. Her Psychometry had unlocked a certain desire within her though. She wanted the Sith Order to return to the old ways, the days of glory that had seen heroes like Naga Sadow and Freedon Nadd exercise such power over the galaxy. She'd seen their power first hand in her visions... and this obsession to make her new home more powerful seemed to consume her daily life.

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Viula Frayus || Rank III Sith

Attributes: 8/7/6 (Social/Mental/Physical)

Mental	1-5	Physical	1-5	Social	1-5
Intelligence	4	Strength	1	Presence	3
Wits	4	Dexterity	5	Manipulation	5
Resolve	2	Stamina	2	Composure	2

Disciplines: 13(-5)/13(-2)/9(-3) (Mental/Social/Physical)

10 Discipline points traded for 2 Force Affinity points.

Mental Disciplines

[/i]Sith Ruins & Artifacts

Slicing: 0

Crafts: 0

Investigation: 2

Medicine: 0

Repair: 0

Science: 3

Politics: 3[/ul]



Physical Disciplines

[/i]Makashii/Jar'Kai Hybrid

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Social Disciplines

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Force Affinity: 5(+2) (x5 = 25)


Force Disciplines

[/i]Psychometry

Protection: 2

Light Side: 1

Dark Side: 5



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