Sihaya Longoth

[Samara]

"What now?" ​

Spoiler: Personal Information

NAME:
Sih'aya Longoth
SPECIES:
Balosar
GENDER:
Female
HEIGHT:
1,73
WEIGHT:
74kg
HAIR:
Black
SKIN:
Gray
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Gear​

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Sith sword

Image​

Description:
The rare ores used in its construction resist lightsabers in much the same manner as cortosis and Phrik alloy, while its polished surface reflect laser beams and other coherent light weapons like a mirror. But perhaps most significantly, the weapon serves as a focus for the dark energies of its wielder, amplifying its power and refining its control until it becomes a walking nexus of dark side power.

The weapon's magnetic properties, combined with its attraction to the dark side of the Force, causes it to react unusually to discharges of Force lightning; The blade will attract and absorb the energy, storing it like an electric capacitor until the blade makes contact with a substantial physical object, whereupon the amplified electrical energy is discharged— to an extremely devastating effect.

How has she got hold of such an item remains a mistery to everyone but her.

Mandalorian Gloves

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Description:
Made of micronized Mandalorian iron, the was difficult to damage or destroy. Due to the unique properties of the micronized Mandalorian iron, also known as beskar, the user of the gloves could easily catch and hold a lightsaber blade in his grasp, or summarily block an opponents blade.

Clothes​

Description:
Black and blue clothes made of resistant tissue with ocassional gray when adventuring, when in urban landscapes her wardrobe knows no bounds.

Swoop Bike​

Self explanatory, details to be added

Personality and traits

Overview​

Sihaya is a whimsical individual and somewhat of a prankster with few contempt for moral limitations on a philosophical level, but still bound by them on a practical one. Sarcastic, cynical and selfish, she has a strong dislike for the jedi or the sith and in a minor scale for any kind of stablished government or set of rules. She enjoys most her freedom over all things and having fun is one of her top priorities. Charismatic, sometimes amusing and fond of thrilling emotions, Sihaya is an avid roleplayer and a great gambler, always favoured by the incredible ammount of luck she possesses. Due to it, simulators and extreme roleplaying are among her life-time favourites.

She has the uncanny tendency of winning always in card games and other games of chance, but as people tend to get grumpy over it, she is careful about when betting and when not.

She feels compelled to adventuring and experiencing new things when possible, mostly due to her almost pathological drive to be competitive and prove that she is simply the best there is.

Rust and Vertigo​

Sihaya isn't very handy with weapons of any sort, wether they be blasters, swords, knifes, grenades, or any form of unnarmed combat for that purpose. She normally tries to talk or bribe her way out of any situation when in troubles, or resorts to her charisma when the situation allows it, but her life of selfishness and deception have left her without many trustworthy friends, if any at all. Teamed up with her lack of affiliation to any faction or group, her situation left her out in the open in a rather jaded and dangerous position without anyone to protect her and being unnable to protect herself when the time comes.

In an attempt to fix both things, and compelled by what seemed to be a life of thrilling emotions, she joined the Mandalorians as one of the many new recruits.

Piloting landspeeders and swoop bikes is a innate talent for her, and its not uncommon for her to participate in races or to spend the nights sprinting around cityscapes with her swoop bike, generally performing stunts and pissing off pedestrians and drivers that are caught in her way as she passes close to them at breakneck speeds, dodging incoming traffic or other obstacles in her way.

Introduction​

The sound of joy and laughter filled the air of Socorro that evening, the sun was still up in the sky and children played together in dirty streets near the fountains and canals, as parents were talking between them or comfortably sit in the benches watching them from afar while saying things like "I'm watching, im watching!" after one or more shouted for attention waving its hand to draw it. The wind blowed slowly, warmly, sliding through people and plants alike like a soothing caress that soon faded into the nothingness only to arise again a few moments later.

Sihaya was one of those kids, standing tall on the small wall that separated water from ground, and below her was her friend Viera, both weilding sticks as they pretended to figh against each other- "I'll be the best Jedi Knight in the galaxy!" -asured Sihaya with great expectation to her friend as they sparred with emotion in its play- "No, I'll be!" -replied playfully her friend as she advanced towards the Balosar, making her move back- "Not if you can't beat me!" -defended Sihaya with a smile as she pushed her friend back. They had agreed they would become Jedi knights together, it was a recurrent fantasy for both of them as it was their childhood dream.

The stream of memories clouds into an endless river of thoughts and feelings before it finally comes out clear again.

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“What do you mean I can’t?!” –she screamed towards the instructor, who already had Viera at his side, in front of Sihaya separated by a couple of meters. They both were force sensitives since birth, and apt to become a Jedi. Or so she had thought. But the instructor didn't agree, as her midichlorian count was too low to be able to become a Jedi- “My decisión is final young Sihaya, you shant be took to the temple, I will only take Vie-“

“This is stupid, I’ve always been better than her, I would make a better Jedi than her, this is unfair!!” –she screamed, her voice only being overshadowed by the thunders of the dark sky, clouded by the very storm clouds that brought down the heavy drops of water that could be heard drumming on the ceiling.- “You lie! I will become a Jedi! You will see!!” –as the tears started to show on her pale gray cheeks, her tone sounded more of a threat than that of a promise. Angry as she was, all that she could feel was her impotence on the matter, suffocating her under the debris of her shattered dreams.


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Spoiler

I will continue to add details about her story after I've roleplayed more with her. The gap between childhood and present moment is intended, for I want other characters/players to find out more about her on their own. I will also continue to add more to its personality.

Its still VERILY subject to changes

Also, english is not my first language, please excuse me if you see any kind ortographic butchery, and if you can, let me know about it so I can fix it

Thanks for reading!

 

[Garuga]

Your character is a butterfly :CHappy

Just wondering because it'll probably be relevant to me as well, what's the status regarding Sith Swords and their availability?

 

[Samara]

Your character is a butterfly :CHappy

Just wondering because it'll probably be relevant to me as well, what's the status regarding Sith Swords and their availability?

I know :CHappy "I have wings. What now?" I was going to source it as if it had happened during a virtual reality game, but I ran short on imagination regarding that.

Had to ask for admin approval for the Sword