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"You wish to shape my future, yet you know nothing of my past..."
How cruel it is, to love another. My mother was a young acolyte on our home world, the twin of the planet I would later adore with all my heart - Korriban. Temples there had been occupied for a great many years before my mother arrived. The Sith once again sought to rule the stars just as they had in ages past. My mother's heart bore passionate greed, seeking power greater than that which many Sith were willing to offer, she found herself upon the steps of the black church. Rituals...the guarded secrets of the Sith were locked away within those walls. Enchantments, powers barely explored, secrets of the past. Secrets which her heart could not bear to live without.
They saw through her intentions. Her lust for power was far too dangerous.
"Serve the Sith. Prove your worth." Spoke the church.
"Serve the Sith. Prove your worth." Spoke the church.
How ironic, no? The very code under which we are raised speaks of breaking chains, yet demands utter obedience. My mother did not wish to spend years groveling, the knowledge of the arcane priests would be hers. Her actions were a small price to pay to make it so.
She set her sights on a sorcerer. A man who delved into the history of empires long since past. Her seduction played at his heartstrings, plucking them ever so delicately until they were in tune. The love that she had for him was false, seeking only that which was in his mind. Yet this in itself was enough for them to intertwine beneath her lies, and I came into being.
She set her sights on a sorcerer. A man who delved into the history of empires long since past. Her seduction played at his heartstrings, plucking them ever so delicately until they were in tune. The love that she had for him was false, seeking only that which was in his mind. Yet this in itself was enough for them to intertwine beneath her lies, and I came into being.
My mother became disillusioned you see. I was the epitome of her greed. From the moment I was conceived she despised every fiber of my being. A living testament to the grotesque acts she was willing to preform to ensure her desires would be met.
A great darkness took hold within her, she could not bear to look upon the face of her own child. Late one evening, she crept over to the crib in which I slept, taking me into her arms to disappear into the night. My father trailed us as she left our home, walking across the harsh red sands under the light of Korriban's moons. It was there that he confronted her, at a great ravine carved into the surface by sources of water long since dried up. She confessed all the hatred she had concealed from him, and attempted to throw me over the canyon ledge.
She died that night. Is that a surprise? I think not. My father did what he had to.
The man was never meant to raise something like me. Never trusted me. I suppose that he saw her in my every action, each time he gazed into my face. His reclusive nature set in even deeper, and he left me to my own devices and studies while he was occupied by other things.
It wasn't until the age of twelve that I truly began to understand him, for it was then that he instructed me in the ancient art of creating the weapon of a true Sith, the saber. The instrument with which I could carve my name into history if that is what I chose. He preferred a duel bladed saber staff, but I took a different path, wielding a shoto coupled with my regular sized blade. For years to come I would train vigorously with these weapons till I couldn't stand not knowing what I was truly capable of. I begged my father, my master, to teach me more. To tell me of that which was arcane, let me learn, let me make you proud, I told him.
I had never seen such a blank expression cross his face as it did on that day, and it was then, shortly after my sixteenth birthday, that my father took me to the place that shaped me more than you will ever understand.
It was forbidden. A transgression against the Dark Lord himself. A bastion of the dark side. The origin of our golden age.
Moraband
Does the name itself not speak of greatness? It is beautiful to speak no?
In that dry, sun baked desert, a forgotten valley of the ancient tomb world, he left me.
I came to know a great many things. Some that I wish to forget...some that I cannot live without.
In that dry, sun baked desert, a forgotten valley of the ancient tomb world, he left me.
I came to know a great many things. Some that I wish to forget...some that I cannot live without.
Amidst the ruins buried within the shifting sands I wandered. For the first time in my life I heard the voices of those that wished to listen to me, to teach me, to take me.
I opened my mind to them, and they answered in whispers. Echoes of a past long forgotten. At first, I did not understand, but as I gave up more and more of myself their words became clear as a starlit night. I walked their crypts, studied the writings of their lives carved upon the walls. They told me of secrets, of accomplishments..unimaginable. They drowned on, even in my sleep, I could hear them. Their voices were comforting. They were happy to have a servant once again, someone that would listen to their every word. I was left begging for more. Their thoughts becoming my own... I obsessed over the runes etched unto the surfaces of the temples, meticulously scraping the dirt out of the carvings etched into those long halls till my nails bled. It was for them you see, they deserve more, much more than I could ever give. I tended their decaying bodies, ensuring that they would last further into eternity. Surviving off of whatever life the planet had to offer and what meager supplies my father had left.
Time itself began to blur, I recall almost nothing. Keket.
I...Am...Keket. My name before matters not. I wish to return.
Why do you all deny me my purpose? Why will you not let me serve them?
I...Am...Keket. My name before matters not. I wish to return.
Why do you all deny me my purpose? Why will you not let me serve them?
Don't you see? They are eternity. They are The Sith.
My father did come back for me, stole me from the only beings who had ever known me to be something of value. He took me from were I belong, where we all belong.
You do not know fear. You do not know what it is to be stripped of who you are.
My father did come back for me, stole me from the only beings who had ever known me to be something of value. He took me from were I belong, where we all belong.
You do not know fear. You do not know what it is to be stripped of who you are.
It was only then that I began to feel the agony. They say it is disease, but I know it to be separation. My flesh began to decay, to be eaten by the vary same plague which gnawed at the bodies I had tended to so well. Time past, yet it had no meaning to me. A great ache had pressed itself deep within my soul. Their calls were maddening. Wails of betrayal and abandonment flooded my mind. I had left them to rot. To be forgotten. The dead wish to be remembered. They want their names to be spoken. Their deeds to be known.
So it was that I pierced my own skin. To engrave their marks upon my body in ink. Only then were they satisfied, only then did the voices stop.
I know not how long I spent on Moraband, nor the time that passed when I returned to the planet of my birth, but I do recall the fateful day that the Dark Lord discovered knowledge of my trespassing on his holy world.
I was brought before him, and I told him everything. My mind had only just recovered, and my body was nothing more than rotting flesh wrapped in linen. Perhaps it was pity, or perhaps Lord Cain had a taste for unusual entertainment.
I would be allowed to live, but only if I was able to kill my master. My father.
We dueled under the watchful eyes of Cain and many others. To set foot on Moraband without the Dark Lord's permission was heresy, and we would now pay for the transgression committed by my father the moment he had allowed me to wander the sands of the red planet. If I truly had grown stronger as my father intended, then Cain would now watch me destroy my master. The Lord had promised that only one would live, but the truth remained that he would have killed my father had I not survived. Cain only wished to test my value. My merit.
I alone emerged victorious. Granted the prize to continue living, which I accepted graciously. My mother's footsteps call to me. All that has been lost to our great Empire must be regained.
I now serve the Sith. Both the new and...
The Old.
I now serve the Sith. Both the new and...
The Old.
While many of the beliefs about her past are truths, Keket is unaware that her mother was an elaborate falsehood, created by her father to hide the truth of the girl's true origins. Her mother was not a Sith at all, but a simple slave on Korriban. To have an affair with a person of no worth was not befitting of someone with a high stature such as her father. All was kept a secret until it was discovered that the slave girl had given birth to a daughter who bore a striking resemblance to her sorcerer father. In an effort to hide the ordeal, the sorcerer struck down Keket's mother with no remorse, but when it came to the child... he saw something, call it empathy, or perhaps a chance at creating a legacy.
He hid the infant away from the world but was ill suited to care for her. Many a time he questioned whether to abandon her entirely. In the end, it was he that could not look upon her face, when she begged to be taken to such a hostile planet, he gladly abided.
The answer to why he returned for her died with him, and Keket shall now forever live guided by the lies he told.
Personality
"There are many things which have been buried that you should fear...but I see one simple truth, and it is that which you have sealed within yourself that frightens you most."
Alienated since her birth, Keket struggles to grasp the emotions of those around her. Developing abnormal tendencies that would later on only serve to dissociate her from society. She has, and always will, rely on herself rather than others. Keket does not crave power, above all else, she seeks to rid herself of her disease and acquire knowledge on how to prolong her life through dark arcane arts. Sympathy, empathy, trust, these three traits are completely absent from her psyche and she finds displays of them to be both curious and odd. Viewing others as a means to an end, whether it be as an ally or simply a body to use in her rituals in her search for a cure and many other horrendous experiments. Her loyalty lies with the Sith, and, more specifically, those that have already entered a tortured existence in the afterlife. Keket does not suffer from schizophrenia. The voices in her head are the manifestations of Sith that still clutch to this plane of existence after death.
Moraband has scarred her worse than she could possibly imagine, both physically and mentally. Her own name became lost to her. When she returned from the red planet her mind was scattered, broken, not even capable of producing sentences in her own native tongue.
Embracing the spirits that haunted the dark tombs, her mind became forcefully intertwined with the cruel Sith of the past. Many enjoyed having command over something living once more, fighting for the right to claim her as their own, a servant to tend to their burial grounds. Of all those that picked at what was left of her mind, none were as present or overbearing as the Sith Sorceress of her namesake. The long dead spirit of the witch took great pride in forcing her name upon the living girl, corroding and corrupting her mind until Keket was nearly a replica of the original Sorceress's personality. In this way, the name would no longer be forgotten but become reborn in her servant.
Before final stages could be accomplished however, Keket was taken away.
The vengeful Sith spirits were enraged, cursing the poor girl with what little power they had left. Only the spirit of the sorceress sought to protect her broken servant against the onslaught, and it was the sorceress who whispered to her from across the stars to tattoo the markings on her skin. But taint, both in the physical sense and something far deeper, had set into Keket's body, curses of the damned.
Now, as she begins to set off to find a cure, Keket's will is not entirely her own. She is not possessed, but her personality has been so altered that it is questionable whether she does things based off her own thoughts or is following that which was ingrained upon her by the sorceress.
The Force
"I bend the world to my will because I cannot afford to be shaped by it any longer."
At an early age, alone and unguided, Keket called upon the force outside their rural home. In the beginning, only individual grains of sand answered, becoming lifted by her command, but as the years past her powers became refined through practice, meditation, and newfound guidance in her torturous existence.
Alone, the grains of sand were weak, but together, they are capable of great destruction. Blinding foes, tearing at their exposed flesh. Etching armor and stone.
Something that she kept well hidden from her father who feared to teach her much more then the basics out of fear that she would one day learn the horrible truth and betray him. Eventually growing more lenient around the time he helped her craft her sabers, teaching her new ways to channel the force, strengthening the knowledge she had already learned.
Telekinesis
Keket's true power lies in the ability to control many small objects. Hurling them at foes and structures alike. However, lifting anything of larger size may prove quite difficult, quickly tiring her out.
Energy Manipulation
Force Fire was once a great tool for the Sith of old, Keket hopes to fully understand and wield this power but as it is, she lacks the proper information and form, and can barely conjure small flames on her fingertips that have to physically touch a surface to have any chance of igniting it. Very weak demonstrations of Force Lightning are also possible with concentration.
Trance
Keket entered a trance state while fighting her father, allowing her to move with the ebb and flow of of the battle while removing all distractions. This is a very ill suited practice against multiple opponents due to the numbing of the senses, causing tunnel vision.
Healing
Though incapable of healing during battle, Keket is very versed in the dark arts. Force rituals along with various medicines have kept her alive.
Exotic Sects
Kekets exotic abilities are mostly not combat applicable. The runes inked upon her skin have many properties besides staving off the curse that is slowly eating away at her body. While she has great understanding of some and their exact meaning, others are completely unknown and potentially volatile.
Force Scream is the ability to shatter, move, or shift objects with one's voice imbued with the force itself. Keket's usage of this power is significantly less than it's full potential, but she is still capable of causing minor damage to structures as well as temporary hearing damage.
Appearance
Covered from her neck and below in wrappings, even Keket's fingers are wound with delicate strands of gauze. Sleep has become difficult, if not impossible, without the aid of sedatives. Her entire body is plagued with open sores akin to leprosy. These wounds, which are constantly ripped open by her movements, itch and fester to the point were they can be almost unbearable, causing constant anger and irritability within her. Up close, despite the many perfumes and forms of incense she uses, her scent is that of rot, often dousing the bandages in some form of scented oil with known apothecary properties. The tattoos on her face and encompassing her body have kept the infection at bay, but will not last forever. Keket preforms frequent rituals to maintain what is left of her rapidly decaying body. Often times, the wrappings require removal after just a day, covered in blood and liquids from the open wounds. Her hair suffered greatly with the onset of the infection as well, the once beautiful, luxurious, and soft locks of dark brown hair have now become faded, no longer soft, but brittle and coarse like that of a corpse. So too has the visible skin yet to succumb to her illness, turning more ashen. Her eyes were brown during her teen years, but have since shifted to the yellow of a Sith as she embraced the dark side taint placed upon her.
When in public she will often conceal herself beneath a cloak matching the style of the planet she visits.
More often then not however, when being clandestine or polite is not of the essence, Keket will wear only the bandages themselves. They cover her form well enough and have to be changed frequently. Her lightsabers are supported by hoops of the fabric woven into the wrappings when she puts them on. These hoops are on opposite sides of her hips and the on the left is slightly lower on her calf.
Nyph
Nyph is a female margay with black fur and darker spots, resembling those of a panther. Her large feline eyes are a deep maroon with black slits, and her rather small face is adorned with a pair of long whiskers. Of shorter stature than most margays, Nyph's shoulder is right at the height of Keket's knee.
Nyph is Keket's only solace in the troubling events that have plagued her life. After the death of her father on Korriban, Keket deemed it necessary to leave the planet for the first time since her travels to the tomb world. Taking her father's ship, she set off towards Sollust in the hopes of discovering an abandoned Sith temple mentioned in one of the many books she had read as a child in their family archives, hoping that in would reveal some answers as to how she could rid herself of the disease. She found the portions of temple exactly where she had suspected, the structure had been covered by a lava flow many years before her visit. Distraught and enraged Keket attempted to cut her way into the top of the temple with her sabers but the roof proved to be too thick and exhaustion took her long before she had made any progress. Lying against the cool surface of basaltic rock, Keket heard the faintest of mews coming from behind a large boulder not far away. Upon investigating, the Sith discovered a litter of kittens in the crevasse beneath the stone where tiny mews continued to emit from. Looking in to the dark hole, Keket saw that only one of the kittens was making the sound, the rest had perished from malnutrition. Thier mother likely killed by predators or sold as a pet by trappers. Keket took the kitten in and raised it from that day forward, naming it after one of the characters in her favorite book.
The cat has been her only confidant over the four years which have past and Keket often talks to Nyph as if the margay is capable of responding.
Sabers
Keket wields a two and a half foot long lightsaber and it's matching foot long shoto. Her style is Niman, complete with all it's strengths and weaknesses.
Ceremonial Dagger
Within the tombs of Morrband, Keket removed a single object. A dagger. In it's hilt lies a red transparent stone, the blackened curved metal blade sharpened to a fine edge. Looking back into the cloudy haze that is her past often leads to more questions rather then answers, but Keket is certain of one thing, the weapon was a gift.
Rarely used, the dagger is typically carefully woven into the wrappings of her right ankle, partially concealing it while providing access should her sabers fail.
Alone, the grains of sand were weak, but together, they are capable of great destruction. Blinding foes, tearing at their exposed flesh. Etching armor and stone.
Something that she kept well hidden from her father who feared to teach her much more then the basics out of fear that she would one day learn the horrible truth and betray him. Eventually growing more lenient around the time he helped her craft her sabers, teaching her new ways to channel the force, strengthening the knowledge she had already learned.
Telekinesis
Keket's true power lies in the ability to control many small objects. Hurling them at foes and structures alike. However, lifting anything of larger size may prove quite difficult, quickly tiring her out.
Energy Manipulation
Force Fire was once a great tool for the Sith of old, Keket hopes to fully understand and wield this power but as it is, she lacks the proper information and form, and can barely conjure small flames on her fingertips that have to physically touch a surface to have any chance of igniting it. Very weak demonstrations of Force Lightning are also possible with concentration.
Trance
Keket entered a trance state while fighting her father, allowing her to move with the ebb and flow of of the battle while removing all distractions. This is a very ill suited practice against multiple opponents due to the numbing of the senses, causing tunnel vision.
Healing
Though incapable of healing during battle, Keket is very versed in the dark arts. Force rituals along with various medicines have kept her alive.
Exotic Sects
Kekets exotic abilities are mostly not combat applicable. The runes inked upon her skin have many properties besides staving off the curse that is slowly eating away at her body. While she has great understanding of some and their exact meaning, others are completely unknown and potentially volatile.
Force Scream is the ability to shatter, move, or shift objects with one's voice imbued with the force itself. Keket's usage of this power is significantly less than it's full potential, but she is still capable of causing minor damage to structures as well as temporary hearing damage.
Appearance
Covered from her neck and below in wrappings, even Keket's fingers are wound with delicate strands of gauze. Sleep has become difficult, if not impossible, without the aid of sedatives. Her entire body is plagued with open sores akin to leprosy. These wounds, which are constantly ripped open by her movements, itch and fester to the point were they can be almost unbearable, causing constant anger and irritability within her. Up close, despite the many perfumes and forms of incense she uses, her scent is that of rot, often dousing the bandages in some form of scented oil with known apothecary properties. The tattoos on her face and encompassing her body have kept the infection at bay, but will not last forever. Keket preforms frequent rituals to maintain what is left of her rapidly decaying body. Often times, the wrappings require removal after just a day, covered in blood and liquids from the open wounds. Her hair suffered greatly with the onset of the infection as well, the once beautiful, luxurious, and soft locks of dark brown hair have now become faded, no longer soft, but brittle and coarse like that of a corpse. So too has the visible skin yet to succumb to her illness, turning more ashen. Her eyes were brown during her teen years, but have since shifted to the yellow of a Sith as she embraced the dark side taint placed upon her.
When in public she will often conceal herself beneath a cloak matching the style of the planet she visits.
More often then not however, when being clandestine or polite is not of the essence, Keket will wear only the bandages themselves. They cover her form well enough and have to be changed frequently. Her lightsabers are supported by hoops of the fabric woven into the wrappings when she puts them on. These hoops are on opposite sides of her hips and the on the left is slightly lower on her calf.
Nyph
Nyph is a female margay with black fur and darker spots, resembling those of a panther. Her large feline eyes are a deep maroon with black slits, and her rather small face is adorned with a pair of long whiskers. Of shorter stature than most margays, Nyph's shoulder is right at the height of Keket's knee.
Nyph is Keket's only solace in the troubling events that have plagued her life. After the death of her father on Korriban, Keket deemed it necessary to leave the planet for the first time since her travels to the tomb world. Taking her father's ship, she set off towards Sollust in the hopes of discovering an abandoned Sith temple mentioned in one of the many books she had read as a child in their family archives, hoping that in would reveal some answers as to how she could rid herself of the disease. She found the portions of temple exactly where she had suspected, the structure had been covered by a lava flow many years before her visit. Distraught and enraged Keket attempted to cut her way into the top of the temple with her sabers but the roof proved to be too thick and exhaustion took her long before she had made any progress. Lying against the cool surface of basaltic rock, Keket heard the faintest of mews coming from behind a large boulder not far away. Upon investigating, the Sith discovered a litter of kittens in the crevasse beneath the stone where tiny mews continued to emit from. Looking in to the dark hole, Keket saw that only one of the kittens was making the sound, the rest had perished from malnutrition. Thier mother likely killed by predators or sold as a pet by trappers. Keket took the kitten in and raised it from that day forward, naming it after one of the characters in her favorite book.
The cat has been her only confidant over the four years which have past and Keket often talks to Nyph as if the margay is capable of responding.
Sabers
Keket wields a two and a half foot long lightsaber and it's matching foot long shoto. Her style is Niman, complete with all it's strengths and weaknesses.
Ceremonial Dagger
Within the tombs of Morrband, Keket removed a single object. A dagger. In it's hilt lies a red transparent stone, the blackened curved metal blade sharpened to a fine edge. Looking back into the cloudy haze that is her past often leads to more questions rather then answers, but Keket is certain of one thing, the weapon was a gift.
Rarely used, the dagger is typically carefully woven into the wrappings of her right ankle, partially concealing it while providing access should her sabers fail.
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