Post by nonune on Sept 9, 2020 19:21:48 GMT -5
 Amois Full Name • Amois, Birth, Firinn, Knight Name Race • Nautolan Birthplace • Glee Anselm Age • 23 Gender • female Sexuality • pan Faction • Sith Concept • Unaligned Knight, Master Dead, Cult of Truth Languages • Basic,Nautili Assets • Water tight chest, containing various clothing items, black robes and civilian garb she has stolen over the years. Double sided purple lightsaber of own design Master Malar's lightsaber, purple crystal, disassembled and kept in pieces about her person Appearance Height & Weight • 5'4" ~135 lbs Overall Looks • Amois cuts a very precise, but very meek figure. Her body is slight, although very well and deceptively toned to the eyes of surface dwellers and those not initiated into the physiology of the aquatic races. It is something she cultivates with care, creating a false image like many of her aquatic brethren. Then snapping into a ferocious shark of quick sharpness, and back to that quiet, meek and precise figure. Quiet and reserved, and quite aware of the prowess of her little shoes. Normally her robes are traditional dark greys and black, and immaculately kept at all times. However she takes on clothing that is much easier to blend with the common populace, secreting her lightsaber around her person in favor of sporting a far more common blaster pistol at her hip. Favoring golds, blacks and whites, and tinting her skin easily with paints with geometric patterns. A set of bangles she threads through her tentacles of varying metals and gems keep them back and out of the way for combat. Few guess that these bangles, along with other small bits secreted around her person can be assembled into a secondary lightsaber, with a crystal hidden amongst her tendrils. Personality Profile Amois used to be one of the kinder and patient Jedi, a quiet peaceful soul. Until her Master told her for the last time they should sit out of the fighting. Perhaps it was the work of her Sith Master, who called to the rage building under that kind Padawan, or perhaps it was just her desire to act. Since the subsequent death of her Sith Master, she has lost the kindness and the patience. Actions matter. Now quick to anger, hidden behind a slow sardonic smile, Amois is more aggressive shark than meek cuttlefish. She has eschewed the spartan lifestyles of the Jedi and embraced the path of the Sith. Living each of her passions and taking whatever she wills, at the point of her lightsaber, the cut of her wit or the wrath of the Force exploding from her fingertips. Background Father • Garthrus, Deceased Mother • Duelo, 45, Unknown Other Important Connections • Darth Malar, Inquisitor of the Cult of Truth, Deceased Overall History • Amois was once a good little Padawan. Discovered at a young age on the Republic Planet of Glee Anselm, she was trained in the ways of the Force, peace and the role of the Jedi as the Guardians of Peace. Days spent in training, nights in philosophical debate on ethics with her Masters. She was full of questions. One that began at the start of the war with the returned Sith Empire, and repeated ad nauseum for her former Master, "Why won't we fight?" With her Jedi training countless lives of Republic Troopers could have been spared. In her arrogance, and not quite without merit, she believed she could defeat countless assaults by the Sith Empire. Especially with the help of her Master, Amaza Oldin. What always rankled was that her Master's response, that of an obedient Knight following the will of a Council debating whether to get involved at all, was always a lie. It was the Order's line, that of the Council that they would wait, to hold back their sabers. But not the opinion of her Master, and she could always smell it on him. Not through the Force, for her Master had kept her thoughts closely guarded. But through her natural abilities. Nautolans have pheromone receptors through their tendrils, essentially giving them the scent abilities of any canine. Their entire culture is based on a language built from these glands, and they helped immensely in sensing things in the thicker atmospheres of her water based planet. That it was a lie burned inside her, deep in her core. It didn't help that she felt this lie throughout the Order, and those dark feelings left her open to the manipulations of her new Master. Upon the fields of Ord Mantell war raged, and she and her Jedi Master were ordered to protect the wounded and the medics. Defensive measures only. Even as the Force told her they could turn the tide of the battle. Ord Mantell was a Republic world, key to holding the entire sector and the Republic's supply lines. "Master, why do we no-...." She did not finish the sentence before a red blade carved into their camp. Slicing down the few troopers that stood guard and with a blast of Force Lightning extinguishing the lives of many wounded. A Sith Inquisitor, Malar had carved his way to the camp sensing the unease and pivotal point in the battle for the planet. For the first time Amois saw the raw power the Force gave unleashed, the winged man moved with a grace and power of a large predatory cat. Each stroke of his blade took a life and the electric Power that poured off of him enchanted Amois. Sensing her enrapture, her Jedi Master called, "Stay back Amois, watch my back for trickery." It seemed so slow, so unnecessary. So Jedi. Green lightsaber crossed with red and words were spoken that Amois never would remember. She had found her true Master. You sense it don't you young one, the weakness of the Jedi. I feel you crave more. You crave truths the Jedi will never teach you. Peace... Her own green saber ignited for one final time. Engaged with the Sith Amaza Oldin did not have a chance to see it coming. Her final words were lost to the vibrating hum of power she felt from the Sith Malar, but the look on her Jedi Master's face as it fell from her shoulders was one of her most prideful moments. She had studied some of the forbidden texts, she knew the line and how to finish it. "... is a lie." And with that Malar gained an apprentice and Amois became Sith truly in her heart. The Force sang through her soul as she took up her old Master's Saber and helped Malar slaughter the rest of the encampment. She was the prize Malar wished for for his service to the Empire in helping take Ord Mantell and few could deny Malar what he wished for he rarely spoke except for the biting truth. Upon a fallen Republic flag she knelt as he claimed her as an apprentice and she tossed aside her old Jedi saber, taking up instead a fallen Sith's blade. Together Malar and her carved a bloody path across the galaxy through the War, largely against the Republic but sometimes even against her new Sith comrades. Malar quickly learned of her ability to sense the truth, and encouraged her to use it to sniff out the dissident, the liar and the spy in the Empire. For a while she had a place, an understanding and even a lover with her winged Master. A dark angel that encouraged her to indulge in every thing the Jedi had denied her. Enraptured with her Master, he felt no threat from his young apprentice, even knowing that should she grow to her full strength he would surely loose as so many Sith Master's do. All she had to do was take his wings. But it was not her that would take his life. That was taken by her father on Malar's failed crusade to take Glee Anselm. High above the depths of the water world Malar led his commandos on a raid against the planetary shield generators. While engaged a siege was possible but it would be a long and drawn out affair the Moffs and Sith Empress would not dedicate to so far into Republic Territory. But if they could take the generators, disable the planetary defenses rather than destroy them... Their forces could walk right in. Now known as Firinn she led the way through the facilities, her red blade carving a path for the commandos to follow. Her father was in charge of this generator, and if they could get access to its main computer core, they could have taken control of the entire planet. Malar's power ripped the door from the final room and in through the hole Firinn flung herself, stabbing her saber into the man who stood in their way. Red cleaved through her father's chest as she exulted with a final joy, joy cut short as she saw the deadman's switch her father held. He had rigged the generators to explode and take out the commando unit, also setting the planetary defenses into a lockdown that would ensure the planet could not be taken. As Malar's hand closed around the deadmans switch to save them, she felt his black feather's brush her tendrils. Full of the Dark Side of the Force, riding the emotional heights of killing her own father, she spun. And what Malar thought unthinkable, became reality. In a rending scream she took her Master's wings, screaming in pain and betrayal Malar looked up at his apprentice with pride and agony dancing over his face. "Betrayer before, always. I should have watched you and not the bomb." Before he could pull his blade, her scarlet sliced into his chest, plunging deep through his heart. "That is for making me kill my father my love, now be a dear and hold on to hope your Moff comes to save you." She said while taking Malar's purple bladed saber from his belt. Wrenching her blade through his chest to finish the kill as he had taught her, she turned to the commandos and cried with a strange excitement. "Run you fools." Before putting on her own burst of speed to the nearest window and slicing her way through, and out into the open air. Down into the waters she fell, safe from the explosion that followed her and wiped out all evidence of her betrayals. Now she returns to the Galaxy her Master's crystal and saber fashioned into bangles and hidden in her tendrils. A new saber of her own design at her side, favoring the purple of her Master. She comes to claim her title as Knight of Truth. To hunt down Truths and extinguish the liars. |
