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Deysirau Nixil
AGE
► 16
SPECIES
► Togruta
HEIGHT
► 5’7”
WEIGHT
► 130lbs
EYE COLOR
► Red
HAIR COLOR
► N/A, lekku is blue with cream-colored markings
HOMEWORLD
► Togruti
GENDER
► Female She/Hers
FACTION
► Sith
RANK
► Acolyte
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Yes
BIOGRAPHY
When she was thirteen, her parents told her she was promised to another named Jaral to be his bride. Deysirau saw this as an act of betrayal, but didn’t say anything. She couldn’t go against her parents, not yet. She didn’t have the funds to run away and start a new life elsewhere. Unfortunately, she had to accept the marriage, but made plans. She wouldn’t go through with it. Oh no. No, something must be done to get out of it. While reading up on fauna, she discovered a special flower that produced poisonous seeds that would kill whoever ingested it.
During a merchant trade, Deysirau was assisting her parents when she heard a voice coming from a locked box. Without thinking, she stole the box. Breaking the lock was easy, but the holocron inside was more difficult. She tried using magic words, manually taking it apart and even cursing it in an attempt to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. She possessed other holocrons, so why wasn’t this one working? One day, she sat and glared at the cube until she felt something shift. Only then did the holocron open up; its red light spilling out and produced the holographic image of a man dressed in dark robes. She never learned the man’s name - the holocron damaged to an extent - but here she learned about the Force and the Sith.
Undertaking its secrets, Deysirau began training her new-found powers. She learned how to use her pent-up rage and anger to move items and even produce small bits of lightning. Everyone thought she was finding quiet places to read and left her to her own devices. No one could have predicted the chaos that would unravel.
Eventually, her wedding comes. Deysirau had just turned sixteen and was a beautiful bride. The ceremony goes off without a hitch. The entire community is in aww of the couple and giving plenty of well-wishes. Everyone is invited to the reception and partakes in the delicious food. About halfway through, a guest begins coughing up blood. Another vomits it. People begin dying left and right, with Deysirau at the head table just watching. Women, children, it didn’t matter. Everyone that attended died except for her. She stole their money and took a speeder to the nearest city to deport. Legend says you can hear a maniacal laugh echoing in the wind.
Deysirau set a course for Korriban to begin her training to become a Sith Lord. She paid for safe passage and once she landed on the red planet, she truly felt like it was home. She would find a worthy Master to train her, and she would carve out her place into this galaxy.
Personality
Deysirau enjoys the simple things in life: reading, exploring the environment, murder and mayhem. She has a datapad filled with educational books to keep her busy when not training. She’s not above spreading gossip, if not to watch the fight for her own entertainment. Likewise, she has a penchant for mysterious and murderous people. Love isn’t for her, but her possessive antics say otherwise. She doesn’t like sharing, and one dead acolyte is a prime example.
Peace isn’t an option, but killing a Jedi is. She doesn’t see the reasoning behind their philosophy and would rather die than become one of them. However, she knows she can’t just mindlessly battle Jedi without a plan. She hasn’t battled one yet, but she hopes to one day stand on top of their skulls.
Skills
Equipment
+Electrostaff
+Heavy Robes
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