Post by Netherworld on Mar 2, 2013 21:21:40 GMT -5
Name: Vrag Poletja
Species: Zabrak
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Eriadu
Residence: Eriadu
Height: 183 cm
Weight: 78 kg
Hair Color: She has no hair. Her horns, however, are mat bronze in color.
Eye Color: Red and orange irises with pale grey whites.
Skin Color: Dark red with black facial tattoos.
Skills and Powers
Appearance
Vrag had been called beautiful by some, yes. Never you mind that the people in question were either inebriated or uttered it under duress. In any case, Vrag isn't your typical beauty, or even anywhere close. There is, however, a certain charismatic aura about her that attracts others even if they don't know why. Her features are a tad too angular and sharp to be still considered kind on the eyes, her lips just a bit too thin, her nose slightly too pointy, and so on. Her proud face is crowned with a ring of bronze horns that are polished to a dull shine and her left ear is pierced with five earrings made of copper. Her red skin goes well with the linear tattoos that run down her strong features and continue all over her body.
The body in question is well built and enhanced by years of rigorous training under the watchful eyes of her father, a lesser Sith Lord. There is not an ounce of excess fat under her taut skin and her muscles are well toned; perhaps even a bit too much, if you ask some of the leering men. Those very same muscles are, however, usually hidden under deceptively loose black robes that are mandatory garbs for Sith Acolytes. The hooded cape is made of light but tough fabric that protects from rain, wind and other whims of Mother Nature. When Vrag is summoned before the more important players in the Sith Empire, she dons the armor given to her by her father. The ceremonial apparel is much more elaborate compared to her usual robes, with intricate patterns woven into the black fabric as well as into the alloy itself. Despite being designed primarily for ritual wear, the armor is in fact very functional, as it's made with plasteel and cortosis as well as fibermesh for the joints. Not one vital part of the body remains exposed when she wears the armor, but it's also light enough not hinder her fighting style that relies mostly on agility and dexterity.
Personality
The red-skinned Zabrak is perhaps one of the strangest Acolytes in training at the Academy. She's there simply because she was born to two Sith fanatics and gifted with Force sensitivity. It's not her exceptional mental anguish or extreme hatred for all life that drove her to Eriadu and the Sith empire. She'd been taught how to despise, discriminate, humiliate and exploit since before she could even speak or walk, let alone think with her own brain, so it's no surprise that all those things come to her as naturally as breathing. While she isn't mean, she is a woman who doesn't like to be confronted with novelties or change, and as such never tries to look beyond the received orders. She is comfortable with her position in the Sith hierarchy, knowing full well that her ascension into a fully-fledged Sith is merely a matter of time at this point. Vrag is firmly situated in her comfort zone and wouldn't leave it for the world, unless confronted with dire circumstances where no other option were left but to step out of the four walls she's built for herself and look around for a different solution.
Despite all the negative effects her upbringing has had on her, she still maintains some personal quirks that can't be erased by the simple means of discipline and doctrine. She's always full of caustic, cynical remarks at everyone else's expense, sometimes even daring to go as far as to poke at her own father. It's her own way of rebelling, even if she's not consciously aware of what she's doing. Then there's of course also the weirdest habit she's picked up at some time or the other throughout the years; to climb to the rooftop of the Academy on the odd night and simply gaze at the dark sky, as if hoping for something to happen and change the daily routine that's been the same for years. It never does, and yet she still keeps going, never giving up hope.
Background
Vrag Poletja was born into an all-Sith family residing on Eriadu, the capital of the newly established Sith Empire. With a father like Smrt Poletja and a mother like Jeza Poletja, the young girl had little other choice but to evolve into a shining example of the perfect Force sensitive child; ruthless and obedient. From day one, she'd been raised to become the next to continue the Poletja legacy, a family whose heritage is made almost exclusively of Sith, with the rare exception sticking out like a Jedi among the kin of the Dark side. To this day, she's fulfilled every expectation, succeeding at every task placed before her, overcoming every obstacle she encountered. Starting with the lessons about blood purity and entitlement at the nascent age of three, she was capable of reciting the Sith code by the time she could walk upright; truly the pride of her parents and envy of every other Sith that had children. While never showing an outstanding talent for the Force, she was always at the top of her class when it came to physical activities. While her father kept on drilling her in the Sith ways and how to act properly according to her status, it was her mother who took up her training where the masters at the Academy left off.
It was no surprise, then, that she excelled at each and every test, making her rivals vie for a spot at her side, competing just to be able to bask in her presence. All the attention, as was expected, did not bode well for the rising star; soon she began neglecting her learning and skipping out on training to get to shenanigans with her new companions. Luckily – or perhaps not? – for her, her parents caught her before she slid too far down that slippery slope and made her watch as the others were punished for her mischief. Vrag remember that lesson forever and never tried to attempt anything similar ever again; at least when she was sure they'd catch her. When she was certain no-one would suspect a thing, though, she gleefully went about her business, be it good or malicious; three guesses as to which one was embarked upon more frequently.
And that is how the child slowly turned into a moody, dangerous and brooding teenager with all kinds of problems, and then into a young, deceptively tame Sith Acolyte. Still the ever faithful over-achiever to please her parents, and yet harboring her secrets even after all that time spent with ancient Sith texts and holocrons brainwashing her fertile mind. The chasm between her true self and the avatar created for the benefit of her parents grows ever wider and all the while Vrag has not even the faintest idea it even exists; it's only a question of when, and not if, something will break.
Ship
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Droid
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Gear
Species: Zabrak
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Eriadu
Residence: Eriadu
Height: 183 cm
Weight: 78 kg
Hair Color: She has no hair. Her horns, however, are mat bronze in color.
Eye Color: Red and orange irises with pale grey whites.
Skin Color: Dark red with black facial tattoos.
Skills and Powers
- She is highly proficient with virtually any type of weapon, though she prefers melee to ranged. In addition to armed combat, she also excels in hand-to-hand and martial arts.
- While her physical strength is undeniable, she is also very skilled with machinery and technology. She's tinkered with everything: from utility and combat droids to weaponry and even spaceships.
- Strangely enough, she makes for a fairly average pilot, but at least one that can fly most types of conventional vehicles and crafts.
- While Force sensitive, her grasp of those powers is very basic, because she's dedicated most of her training to the honing and nourishment of the physical aspect of the Sith. That is why she knows only Force Jump, Force Leap, Meditation and Force Rage.
Appearance
Vrag had been called beautiful by some, yes. Never you mind that the people in question were either inebriated or uttered it under duress. In any case, Vrag isn't your typical beauty, or even anywhere close. There is, however, a certain charismatic aura about her that attracts others even if they don't know why. Her features are a tad too angular and sharp to be still considered kind on the eyes, her lips just a bit too thin, her nose slightly too pointy, and so on. Her proud face is crowned with a ring of bronze horns that are polished to a dull shine and her left ear is pierced with five earrings made of copper. Her red skin goes well with the linear tattoos that run down her strong features and continue all over her body.
The body in question is well built and enhanced by years of rigorous training under the watchful eyes of her father, a lesser Sith Lord. There is not an ounce of excess fat under her taut skin and her muscles are well toned; perhaps even a bit too much, if you ask some of the leering men. Those very same muscles are, however, usually hidden under deceptively loose black robes that are mandatory garbs for Sith Acolytes. The hooded cape is made of light but tough fabric that protects from rain, wind and other whims of Mother Nature. When Vrag is summoned before the more important players in the Sith Empire, she dons the armor given to her by her father. The ceremonial apparel is much more elaborate compared to her usual robes, with intricate patterns woven into the black fabric as well as into the alloy itself. Despite being designed primarily for ritual wear, the armor is in fact very functional, as it's made with plasteel and cortosis as well as fibermesh for the joints. Not one vital part of the body remains exposed when she wears the armor, but it's also light enough not hinder her fighting style that relies mostly on agility and dexterity.
Personality
The red-skinned Zabrak is perhaps one of the strangest Acolytes in training at the Academy. She's there simply because she was born to two Sith fanatics and gifted with Force sensitivity. It's not her exceptional mental anguish or extreme hatred for all life that drove her to Eriadu and the Sith empire. She'd been taught how to despise, discriminate, humiliate and exploit since before she could even speak or walk, let alone think with her own brain, so it's no surprise that all those things come to her as naturally as breathing. While she isn't mean, she is a woman who doesn't like to be confronted with novelties or change, and as such never tries to look beyond the received orders. She is comfortable with her position in the Sith hierarchy, knowing full well that her ascension into a fully-fledged Sith is merely a matter of time at this point. Vrag is firmly situated in her comfort zone and wouldn't leave it for the world, unless confronted with dire circumstances where no other option were left but to step out of the four walls she's built for herself and look around for a different solution.
Despite all the negative effects her upbringing has had on her, she still maintains some personal quirks that can't be erased by the simple means of discipline and doctrine. She's always full of caustic, cynical remarks at everyone else's expense, sometimes even daring to go as far as to poke at her own father. It's her own way of rebelling, even if she's not consciously aware of what she's doing. Then there's of course also the weirdest habit she's picked up at some time or the other throughout the years; to climb to the rooftop of the Academy on the odd night and simply gaze at the dark sky, as if hoping for something to happen and change the daily routine that's been the same for years. It never does, and yet she still keeps going, never giving up hope.
Background
Vrag Poletja was born into an all-Sith family residing on Eriadu, the capital of the newly established Sith Empire. With a father like Smrt Poletja and a mother like Jeza Poletja, the young girl had little other choice but to evolve into a shining example of the perfect Force sensitive child; ruthless and obedient. From day one, she'd been raised to become the next to continue the Poletja legacy, a family whose heritage is made almost exclusively of Sith, with the rare exception sticking out like a Jedi among the kin of the Dark side. To this day, she's fulfilled every expectation, succeeding at every task placed before her, overcoming every obstacle she encountered. Starting with the lessons about blood purity and entitlement at the nascent age of three, she was capable of reciting the Sith code by the time she could walk upright; truly the pride of her parents and envy of every other Sith that had children. While never showing an outstanding talent for the Force, she was always at the top of her class when it came to physical activities. While her father kept on drilling her in the Sith ways and how to act properly according to her status, it was her mother who took up her training where the masters at the Academy left off.
It was no surprise, then, that she excelled at each and every test, making her rivals vie for a spot at her side, competing just to be able to bask in her presence. All the attention, as was expected, did not bode well for the rising star; soon she began neglecting her learning and skipping out on training to get to shenanigans with her new companions. Luckily – or perhaps not? – for her, her parents caught her before she slid too far down that slippery slope and made her watch as the others were punished for her mischief. Vrag remember that lesson forever and never tried to attempt anything similar ever again; at least when she was sure they'd catch her. When she was certain no-one would suspect a thing, though, she gleefully went about her business, be it good or malicious; three guesses as to which one was embarked upon more frequently.
And that is how the child slowly turned into a moody, dangerous and brooding teenager with all kinds of problems, and then into a young, deceptively tame Sith Acolyte. Still the ever faithful over-achiever to please her parents, and yet harboring her secrets even after all that time spent with ancient Sith texts and holocrons brainwashing her fertile mind. The chasm between her true self and the avatar created for the benefit of her parents grows ever wider and all the while Vrag has not even the faintest idea it even exists; it's only a question of when, and not if, something will break.
Ship
/
Droid
/
Gear
- She is equipped with a single red lightsaber that she's crafted under careful supervision by her father
- She also carries a blaster, concealed inside her flowing robes to avoid embarrassment at having been seen with such a crude weapon
- While she's usually dressed in Acolyte robes, she also has a light armor of excellent make
