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NAME: Kassanda O’Ryana / Corser
AGE: 24
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: Independent
RANK: Rank 1
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, Semi-Trained
HEIGHT: 5’10” (1.77 m)
WEIGHT: 134lbs (60.7 kg)
HAIR COLOR: Dark Auburn with Scarlet/Blonde Highlights
EYE COLOR: Turquoise
SKIN: Pale with patches of freckles
SCARS: Deep scars on the back from wounds inflicted during Sith training. She keeps them covered.
STRENGTH:
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DEXTERITY:
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STAMINA:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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BIOGRAPHY
The dark ship swooped down as leaves rustles around the human. The engines pulled back and hovered in the air, waited at the rendezvous spot. Kass use the force to push herself to a hatch. Another mission completed. Entering the simple ship, she unlatched her helmet and sat against the bulkhead. Examining the object, she didn’t see the value in the object, but it meant something to the client. Resting her head in her hands, she thought on the past that haunted her dreams.
Running to the door, she quickly opened and closed it. “Father, soldiers are coming. They march down the street with a Sith.” The father instructed her to hide. The nine-year-old child dashed for her hiding spot and without even realizing it she called on the force to increase her speed. A strange ability that form in the last few years of her young life. Muffle voices escape through the cracks. She gripped the heirloom that her father passed down to her. He previously explained to her that time a will come when the Sith will come for him. A door burst open. A dark red skin figure stood in the frame. The poorly hidden child came to life as the blue light escaped the hilt, the blade hummed and was immediately deflected by the more skilled Sith. The hilt knocked from her hand as the robed man easily crushed the lightsaber using the force. She picked up the broken lightsaber hilt and attempted to flee. The force answered the call but not as well as she thought. The confused Sith grips his chin. “Interesting. Seize her.” She gripped the broken saber. A tear escaped the child’s eye as the butt end blaster rifle crashed against the side of her face. Her family laid dead on the floor as the world went dark. She did all she could to hold on to the broken saber, but it slipped from her grasp. Groaning, Kass awoken from her haze. She was aboard a ship. It was fleeing her home world of Tython. She gripped her head and rub it slightly before dozing back into sleep.
Aroused from her thoughts, the raspy mechanical voice of BOR-15 chimed through. “Master, you okay.” Brushing him off, she leaned her head back. She used her free hand to pass the object to the droid. “Place it in the hold. Another pay-day done. I’m just going to rest a moment. Thank you, Boris.” The lack of sleep over came her eyes as she slipped backed into her dreams.
Sometime later, she rustled awake from a peaceful slumber and nearly fell from the bed. The doors slide open and the robed Sith perched at the entrance. Still nursing the wound, Kass sat up and watched him. “Why have you brought me here?” The fire in her eyes was clear.
“You have a talent.” He gripped the long, braided beard. “You will serve me and the empire.”
“No, I won’t” She cleared the liquid contents of her mouth in his direction..
“In time you will.” He rubbed his chin. A few soldiers enter the room with electro sticks. They proceeded to punish the child into submission.
The blades sparked and fizzled as they met. Fifteen-year-old teenager enjoyed the hum and buzz of the lightsaber. Flipping back, she closed the blade. Quietly moving to the side. “Ahh, this is how it will be.” He closes is his eyes as the hilt of lightsaber flew toward him. The blade extending but easily deflected. A figure jumped shortly afterwards, daggers at the ready. Moving to side and using the force to throw the nearly fifteen-year-old child against the wall, the red skinned man shrugged. “You show improvement, but you still have much to learn.” He said as he extended a hand to help her up. She pushed his hand a side and stood up, the anger clearly displayed on her face. “Someday Master, I will best you!” He leaned back and said, “It is the way of the Sith. Go to your classes.” She rolled her shoulders and straighten her plain outfit. The fire and anger remained in her eyes, but she did have a certain respect for him.
Navigating the ship, she proceeded to the training area. Bumping into an officer of the appropriate rank, she stole his access card. “Sorry, I’m so clumsy.” As a slave of the master, a cover identity assigned to her, Kass didn’t have full access to ship. The secretive group of imperial agents did this often to test initiates. We had to use our skills to reach the training area which existed in restricted areas.
Entering the area with ease, she joined the ranks. The class was small and focused. The course covered everything from espionage to swordplay to hand to hand combat. Kass observed the students. A rag tag group of assassins to serve the empire on special missions. It was a unique mold between standard imperial intelligence agents and Sith force sensitives. The scuttlebutt around the ship was that the programed was managed by a ranked Imperial Intelligence Officer and my master, but no one could confirm it. The human grabbed a vibrosword from the trainer and line up with another recruit. The agents didn’t use lightsaber, favoring the vibrosword that was provided. The goal of organization was to dispatch targets without a trace and have no ties to the Sith empire. These targets could be internal or external to the Sith Empire.
The world felt light. She awoken slightly to rough steel arms lifting her from the floor. This wouldn’t be the first time Boris carried her to bed. He has been a good friend since they meet.
Explosions and alarm erupted across the ship. The Seventeen-year-old Kass thought to herself that this shouldn’t be happening. “It’s a routine a mission near the border.” Running to her master’s quarters, she arrived to the destroy room as the emergency shielding cover a ripped hole in the bulkhead. Her master pinned to the ground by a piece of the wall. The programming so ingrained in her, she dropped to her knees in agony at the thought he was dead. The slumped body laid in front her. She ran to him and felt for a pulse. It was slight but he was still alive. “I’m sorry Kass.” The words escaped a near lifeless body. After a moment, the fire returned to her eyes. The pain returned from the loss of her family. She quickly grabbed a large piece bulkhead. “I told you a day would come.” The human proceeded to smash it into his head. She gathered her things and proceeded to the escape pods.
The escape pod flew from the ship. She watched as the Rebel force rip the ship to pieces. The strafing runs of the rebel bombers. The pod pushed on course to the planet of Berchest. Kass grab the basic controls and guided the pod to a suitable landing spot. Relying on her survival skills, she gathered the essentials from the pod and begun to transverse the crystalline terrain.
After years of scrapping by, Kass established a minor shipping business that function as a front for her real business of smuggling and thievery. She has lived a double life ever sense. A minor shipping liner owner by day and thieving and smuggling agent at night.
APPEARANCES
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Scarlet and blonde highlights flow through the long dark auburn hair. Some free to the blow in the wind while the other is nicely folded into a decorative braid. A pale finger hooked the scarlet strands; pushing the loose strands behind the ear to clear the view of her light turquoise eyes. The kind oval eyes set evenly abridge a small sharp nose. The lush pink lips form a curious smirk as small dimple forms on the left side of her face. A squarish thin head countered with a soft round jaw. Her head cocked to the side as if she is about to say something.
As a human female, she was taller than a lot of her counterparts. Square shoulders and good posture, which had been in grained into her from her years of training. Even when she is in her cover identity. The black leather top exposes a portion of chest as it cut to a deep v. She wasn’t about using her looks to land a job, but she realizes that often negotiation go easier when she wore the outfit. The black leather continues the length of her body. The outfit hugs her body and didn’t leave much to the imagine. Comfortable leather boots are her foot ware of choice.
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Rolling their shoulders and extending fully, the slender shadowy figure appears from the shadows. Solid onyx color helm completely encases their head. A deep blue symbol of an X through a circle is painted on the side. A small light in the middle of the face mask glows and blinks out. A rasp mechanical voice exits as it they speak. “What’s the jobs?”
The rest of the gear matches the onyx helm. The chest piece rest snug around the body, the baggy pants is tie in various locations to improve stealth movement. The soft sole boots move and bend as needed. Attached to the back is adaptive holster with a sheath vibrosword. A multitude of sheathes occupy spot on the chest and belt. A smaller vibrodagger rest secure along the lower back.
PERSONALITY
The young woman is a contradicting force. During mercenary missions, she is attentive, focused, and blunt. When performing in her cover identity, a bubbly socialite drawing on her natural beauty to get what she desires. While some features carry between the two personas, its as if she almost two different people so much that sometimes the two will express completely different mannerisms.
The grim business requires her to become blunt, straight forward, and cold persona, but this is another mask she wears. Dawning the armor, pulls to her days of purpose. The times of her life that had meaning besides chasing silly credits. The masking features of the armor provides her an environment for her to act in her true motives. Under dark armor, the light of honor shines. She avoids killing unless necessary. A deep compassion that isn’t present in her cover identity. Poor, abused, neglected children crush her heart and sends the human into a rage. Defending them will distract her from a normal laser focus as an operative.
Not all is lost on the cover identity as traits carry over to the bubbly socialite. She takes her identity as serious as her mercenary position by playing a role with a high intensity. A coldness carries over but has a different meaning. Most view it as a broken human that has lost her way. The carefree and cruel persona that could only be born in the depths of the underbelly of vast cities. A drink always firmly in the hand of young human. The drink meets her lips, but the liquid doesn’t escape the glass as fast as one would suspect. Strategically leaving her drinks and replacing it with a fresh glass to give the impression that she is inebriated. Avoiding the dimming wits, she can focus and control the room while acting as if she is under the influence. She plays the room like an actor on the stage. The ability to scan the room while entertaining suitors and high-level politicians and clients. A rare talent of being the center of attention but also not being remembered.
PRACTICAL SKILLS
■■■■■ Slicing | ■■■■■ Survival | ■■■■■ Tracking |
■■■■■ Hunting | ■■■■■ Stealth | ■■■■■ Piloting |
COMBAT SKILLS
■■■■■ Sword | ■■■■■ Daggers | ■■■■■ Throw Knife |
■■■■■ H2H | ■■■■■ Blasters | ■■■■■ Rifles |
EDUCATION
■■■■■ Business | ■■■■■ Lore | ■■■■■ Astromaps |
■■■■■ Tactics | ■■■■■ Politics | ■■■■■ Espionage |
ATTRIBUTES
Strengths:
While not a fan of combat, she has a talent for it. Preferring a stealthy and silent resolution if a situation could be resolved without violence, she would take it. The small frame and lack of strength, she trained for speed, dodging and stealth. Taking a stance of the observations and redirection, she trained to counter the short comings in her physical form while using her enemy’s force and attacks against them. The vibrosword is her weapon of choice but she adopts the redirection technique to her hand to hand combat forms.
Weakness:
During the imperial assassin training she was forced to stay awake for long periods of time, this has resulted in an extreme level of insomnia. Often running an hour or two of sleep, she is often quick tempered and irritable. Easily angered, leads her to conflict more than she prefers. This affects her business dealings as she will agree to arrangement that are often not in her favor. The longer that she is awake the more these conditions affects her performance as an operator.
Being a child that went through brutal training which resulted in physical abuse, she has a soft spot for children. Often avoiding the main mission to save a child or stop a person from abusing a child.
Even fully rested, the young human is not good at business. While a great liar and performer, she has clear tells that allow savvy businessmen to take advantage of situation. Her lack of experience shines.
SKILLS
Smuggling:
As a part of the Imperial intelligence assassin group, Kassanda was trained in the way of smuggling goods/information/people. She was often tasked to complete missions within Sith controlled space, so she is familiar with smuggling through Sith controlled spaces. After escaping her master’s grasp, she took the up the art and provide her services to the black market. She will smuggle just about anything for the right price.
Infiltration/Thief:
Kassy excels in infiltration and thief missions. She has a talent for finding gaps in security systems. She is able to evaluate a room and understand her possible exit. A highly photographic memory allows her to memorize item placement and locations. This allows her to slip in and out of locations easily. During her time with Imperial intelligence, she honed other skills such as walking softly, stalking targets, security measures review and disabling.
Basic Piloting:
Most of the assassin missions she was assigned to were solo. She knows basic piloting skills which allow her to navigate the cockpit of basic ships. She cannot however complete complex maneuvers. Additionally, her droid normally handles the piloting.
Swordsmanship:
The imperial assassins training school favored melee weapons. Assassins were expected to get close to dispatch targets relying on their hone stealth skills because of this they were extensively trained swordsmanship skills. Vibrosword and throwing daggers, her weapons of choice. While trained in the weapons, she will generally avoid combat.
Lightsaber: (Semi-trained, she adapts this form into her vibrosword skills)
As part of her cover story as a slave, she spent a lot of the time with her master. He saw potential in her. Through various late-night training sessions along her time serving his will, she favored Form II. After the death of her master, she continues to train the form and has adapted some of it into her vibrosword play. However, she has no access to a lightsaber her skill is very lacking.
FORCE PROFICIENCIES
Telekinesis: (Trained but has a chance to fail or be countered. Usually used to retrieve her throwing knives after being thrown.)
Beast Taming: (Untrained, self-taught, mainly used to control the Ryx, her dire wolf.)
Force Speed: (Trained, minor boost of speed used to dodge)
GEAR
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Modified Sith Assassin Stealth Armor
Modified Sith Assassin Vibroblade
Vibro-Throwing Knives
Vibrodagger
- Overhead-Class Freighter:
- 5U Infantry Droid: Boris (BOR-15 his old number designation) is loyal droid. As one of the Kassanda’s only friends, he acts as a bodyguard to her when she is navigating the more questionable sections of the galaxy. Other duties consist of piloting the spacecraft, cooking meals, ship guard, and sparring partner.
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