Post by roadkill on Sept 21, 2020 18:55:47 GMT -5
 Nyxa Callistae Kumolt Full Name • Nyxa Callistae Kumolt Nickname • Nyx Race • Human Birthplace • Coruscant Age • 43 Gender • Female Sexuality • Bisexual Faction • Jedi Concept • Shadow/Investigator/Master Languages • Basic, Huttese, Jawaese, Binary, Mando’a Assets • Yellow-gold single-hilt standard lightsaber, green shoto-hilt lightsaber, Jedi armor, Modified BL-28 Blaster Pistol, XS Stock Light Freighter “Firebrand” Appearance Face Claim • Claudia Black Height & Weight • 5’9” Overall Looks • Upon first glance, one would think Nyx was noble-born. Angular features and piercing green eyes, even her accent is high-Coruscanti. A long, thin scar crosses over her left eye though the eye remains organic and functional. Long, thick, dark hair is often worn in a messy bun, but can sometimes be spotted flowing freely. Built slim, but incredibly toned and fit—the result of tireless drills and training, and a lifetime of literal warfare. Nyx prefers to dress more secularly than in the traditional robes of the Jedi Order, (though she technically owns a set for those dreaded visits with the Council) preferring tight-fitting but utilitarian style clothing. Personality Profile Foremost, Nyx is a Jedi Shadow and Investigator, bound more to those duties than the Jedi Code itself. Like most Jedi who walk the path of a Shadow, Nyx is a complicated individual. She’s just as likely to rip a Dark Side adept to shreds as she is to shake their hand, depending upon the nature of the task. Having lived and fought through highly tumultuous times in the galaxy, she is also somewhat of a cynical, misanthropic loner. She is a person of exceptional intellect, with a photographic memory. Detail-oriented and quick-witted, all of these skills make Nyx a fine detective and Jedi Shadow. Infiltrating a heinous cartel and killing their leader might not cause her to lose any sleep in the short term, but Nyx would eventually dwell on facts learned to the contrary concerning targets, such as their dedication as a parent, or community leader. She isn’t one to obey the Council blindly, either. If ordered by her fellows, Nyx may not feel compelled to comply. Still, she holds the spirit of the Jedi Code near to her heart. When it comes to an investigation or operation, Nyxa has only two “modes”: stealthy as a prowling cat, or full-on combat. No inbetween, as she believes it’s the in-between that will get you killed quickest. A habitual smoker and drinker, Nyx won’t be falling-down drunk on the job unless the job requires it. But in her off-time, spent reflecting on her actions and justifications, the surest place to find her is at the bottom of a bottle of Corellian scotch, single-malt. Prefers to be called Nyx as opposed to her title of Master Kumolt. Strong-willed, and often thought of as peculiar for a Jedi by many of her peers. Background Father • Unknown Mother • Mirabelle Kumolt; Deceased Siblings • Unknown-N/A Other Important Connections • Urz – pet/companion Vornskr, Da’Gar Vacendak – former Jedi Master; deceased. Overall History • Born on Coruscant, Nyxa’s earliest memories are of the Jedi Temple. Officially, her mother was a street urchin from the lower levels who never got to know her child and died young. Not even weeks after her birth, Nyx was left on the steps of the Temple, with a note giving her name and stating the street was no place for a child. Little did Mirabelle know, her daughter had been born Force Sensitive. Even as a youngling, she had difficulty making friends or forming attachments. Such would eventually aid her, later in life, though it made for a rather miserable childhood. It wasn’t so much that the other younglings made her feel particularly unwelcome, but rather that Nyx wasn’t interested in belonging to a pack. All teachers would agree Nyx consistently displayed the capacity for a high intelligence throughout her education and training. They would also agree that she was lazy, and arrogant enough to know she was more intelligent than many of her peers. From an early age, Nyx also showed an affinity for mechanics and repair. She was late in getting a Master, compared to the majority of her peers. The young Nyx was on the verge of being relegated to work as a maintenance technician for the Order, in danger of aging out of the program. At the last hour, all seemed lost for her hopes of becoming a Jedi Knight. Not wanting to work as a mindless technician for any of the Jedi or Republic installations, Nyx started scamming spare credits from other students with the hope of getting enough together to get on a shuttle offworld, and make her own destiny. The scheme was going well, though it being a Jedi Temple the amount of spare credits accumulated slowly. At long last, Nyx spotted what she thought would be her last mark: an aging, roguish spacer who didn’t remotely look like he belonged in a Jedi Temple. Smugglers and other pilots weren’t exactly an uncommon sight when the Order had need of discreet pilots. She sensed no presence from him in the Force. But spacers were often loaded with credits. The rogue agreed to a game of Corellian sabaacc. By the time she was fool enough to use the card hidden up her sleeve to win the jackpot, it was already too late. She felt a suddenly emerging presence in the Force, emanating nearby, it had to be the spacer she thought a mark. Not a spacer at all, but a Jedi. “You almost had me,” he said to her with a deep, delightful belly-laugh. “Name’s Da’Gar Vacendak---and don’t you get any ideas in your head about calling me Master.” Vacendak turned out to be a Jedi Shadow, being recalled to Coruscant for re-assignment. He agreed to take Nyx on as a Padawan, formally. A few short months later, Da’Gar was assigned back to his homeworld of Corellia to aid CorSec as an Investigator on a few cases thought to be related to dark side cultists. It was there that Nyx learned how much Jedi robes and lightsabers stuck out. To be effective at the job of detective, one needed the ability to blend in. Da’Gar was a hardboiled old cuss, who had seen too much bad for his own good. He was always guarded, but kind to his Padawan, friends, and well-meaning strangers. His own story of coming to be a Jedi Master had begun similarly to Nyx’. He maintained a “do as I say, not as I do” approach in all the lessons taught. He bent the rules, but never crossed his own moral line. Da’Gar taught her as much with a blaster pistol as he did with lightsabers, though obviously lightsaber training took precedence. Each open case CorSec had asked Da’Gar to consult upon regarding the possible involvement of dark side cultists stalled over time, but CorSec was never short on supply of difficult investigations that a Jedi Master would have an easier time solving than the regular detectives. He taught Nyx everything he’d learned in his tenure as an Investigator and Shadow about following leads, pulling threads, leaving threads alone and waiting patiently for the target to make a mistake. It all translated into her lightsaber training as well, opting to teach her the basics of Ataru for offense, and Soresu for defense. Slipping between the two would be difficult, but with practice and persistence it started to sink in. It was enough that when they were able to confront the sith cultists on Corellia, Nyx did more than her part in eliminating them. Da’Gar was a Shadow, and his directive was to destroy sith artifacts, deal with dark Jedi, all however he saw fit. So long as there was no outright assassination, the Council of First Knowledge seemed happy. His own interpretation of discretion when it came to dark Jedi was more often than naught kill first, answer questions later. Most were too far gone for him to redeem, and he’d seen it be the demise of many of his compatriots too many times. Not exactly a lesson he wished to pass on to his apprentice, but it was a necessary fact of life, if she wished to pursue the same path as her master. And she did. With the cultists on Corellia dealt with, Da’Gar and Nyx had to report back to Coruscant for a rotation there before the next assignment in the galaxy abroad. Or, at least until his CorSec contacts called in favors. Back on Coruscant, Nyx gained the tutelage of several other Knights and Masters at Da’Gar’s request to round out some of her training. Da’Gar wasn’t a practitioner of Ataru himself, but he knew enough to get his apprentice started. Her own ability had grown beyond his in the form, and it was time for someone more experienced to finish it out. Da’Gar himself was a devotee of Makashi—arguing the classics never go out of style. And so the years rolled on, until she was ready for Knighthood. The old scoundrel Da’Gar himself couldn’t have been more proud than when Nyxa passed her trials and was awarded the rank of Jedi Knight. She was the daughter he never got to have, and he was the father she never got to know. The pair continued to work together as partners until Da’Gar was to be appointed to the Council of First Knowledge. He was getting a bit long in the tooth for long investigations, and the time was soon for his need to retire from field work. Weeks before the appointment was to be, his old CorSec contacts called about a decades-old serial murder case he had worked on early in his career. The case itself, Da’Gar had always suspected (but could never prove) the murderer was a ringleader for a dark side cult known as the Sithspawners. Perhaps Nyx would have a fresher take on the case, now that there were new leads. The pair ventured back to Corellia to work on what would be Da’Gar’s last case. After months of stakeouts and bad leads, the pair were finally closing in on the Sithspawners’ leash master. Nyx had been able to infiltrate the cult at a basic level. If Da’Gar hadn’t taught her all he knew, all his dirty tricks, she wouldn’t have survived initiation night. The cult’s leader was a Devaronian giant who called himself the Champion of Simus, a long-dead Sith Lord. Her cover had been blown by the Champion, and Da’Gar rushed in to her defense, as it was likely their only chance to eradicate the cult and solve a couple decades’ worth of murders. He fought valiantly, and even saved her life, but was ultimately cut down by the Champion. Nyx used her anger to defeat the so-called Champion of Simus, and nearly turned to the Dark Side herself. Following the death of her master and father-figure, Nyx returned to Coruscant to turn in her lightsabers for giving in to her anger. Instead, it was a teaching moment and she was convinced to stay among the Order, but to look within for forgiveness. Nyx served as an instructor at the Temple, teaching basic lightsaber forms to younglings for a full year before she was approached by the Council of First Knowledge with an appointment as a Jedi Investigator and Shadow in training. She never forgot the lessons Da’Gar imparted, and never stopped missing the old rogue though it did get easier with time. While working on Tatooine, Nyx encountered a beggar woman in the streets, trying to give her infant child away to anyone who looked like they had two credits to rub together. Reminded of her own circumstances and sensing the faintest hint of Force sensitivity, she took the infant back to Coruscant with her. The mother hadn’t named the girl, so the Jedi gave her the name Vela Ghent. Though Nyx’ duties kept her from visiting Coruscant for long, every trip back she checked in on Vela. When it came time for others of Vela’s age to be taken as apprentices, Nyx predictably selected her. Just as Da’Gar before her, Nyx insisted she not be called ‘Master Kumolt,’ but simply Nyxa, or Nyx. Though the pair never bonded like Nyx and her master had, they got on well enough. Vela’s aspirations leaned more toward serving in the archives than abroad. Nyx’ own duties as an Investigator interfered, but Nyx maintained that it was vital for Vela to learn how to act as a Jedi Knight in the Galaxy. Once Vela reached Knighthood, the pair went their separate ways. Having successfully raised a Padawan learner to the rank of Jedi Knight, Nyx was also up for promotion. She was granted the rank of Jedi Master, and soon after became a fully-fledged Jedi Shadow, answerable to the Council of First Knowledge as an agent to ferret out anything related to the dark side and remove it as a threat. Her first case as a Master and Shadow brought her to the smuggler hole of Myrkr. It might have been a paradise for smugglers and other criminals, but for Jedi (and Sith alike) it was pure hell in the dense forests. The native Ysalamiri seemed to repel the Force, while the likewise native Vornskr seemed to utilize it to hunt. Little did she know, Nyx would make a friend in the form of a wounded Vornskr pup. The rest of its pack had left it for dead after a tough fight. She used the Force to heal it, though she knew it was likely meddling in the natural order of the ecosystem. It seemed to be both grateful and aggressive, but followed her through the forest nonetheless. The pair were on the trail of a fairly well reputed bounty hunter, not her suspect but someone who might know where the culprit behind an odd theft from the Obroa-skai archives had gone. Or, so she thought. They caught up with the bounty hunter, Rolf T’Drax, and his ship in a small clearing, deep in the forest. As she approached and identified herself, the hunter opened fire and attempted to board his ship and flee. Nyx returned fire with her own sidearm, but was unable to penetrate T’Drax’ armor. The Vornskr pup charged, lunged, and grabbed hold of the fleeing bounty hunter. Too small to bring the much larger and stronger T’Drax down, but it slowed him enough for Nyx to catch up and incapacitate him. She peered up into the hold of the ship, spotting crates bearing the seal of the Celebratus Archive. Suspect apprehended, case closed. The Vornskr pup followed Nyx back to her own vessel and opted to tag along. Unable to determine at the time if it was a male or female, she named it Urz; though a beastmaster on Onderon mentioned it was a fine female specimen before asking Nyx if she would part with the creature for a generous sum. As Urz reached maturity, Nyx was forced to cut off the tail in order to keep her hunting aggression at a manageable level. Years later, Nyx found herself taking up her old Master’s favorite haunt: Corellia; helping CorSec with the “unsolvable” and “definitely dark side cult related” cases. Many of his old contacts had recognized her from the decades prior and remained as Nyx’ contacts until they retired or died. As many trips back and forth from Coruscant to Corellia as she took, Coronet City began to feel something like home. Perhaps it was because most Corellians had the same kind of charm, bravado and swagger as old Da’Gar, or perhaps it was because Corellia made the best single-malt whiskey in the galaxy. Likely both. She even took part-time residence at Da’Gar’s old safehouse when she was on Corellia for extended periods. At times, she also served as Corellia’s Watchman, evaluating and accepting Force sensitive children for Jedi training, though she held out on taking another Padawan for herself. So it continues through current times; though while it is true a Jedi craved not adventure, adventure sure seemed to seek Nyx out on a routine basis. |
