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I fell in love once.
My parents did not approve.
You see I was born, raised, and trained amongst the Sith. The Dark Side is in my blood, in every atom of my body. Love, I believe, has no part in the Sith.
But yes, I fell in love.
He was not of us. He was of them, not that I knew that. How we met is not important, but we met. I was away from my parents, vacationing on a planet. Which planet we met on is not important. I agreed when he asked to return with me.
That mistake still haunts my dreams.
When I introduced him to my mother she looked concerned. She was about to say something to us, but never finished. It was then my father returned. I could not even tell my father who he was before my father turned on him. His saber ignited and in one fluid motion sliced through him. I cried out and fell beside the one I loved. My tears fell into the cauterized gash through his middle as my father coolly explained he was Jedi scum, a spy of the worst sort. It sounded like I was underwater as blood rushed through my ears. I vaguely remember being dragged away by my father as I clung to his shirt. I could only replay that moment.
It was then I began to doubt
I am Allison Annette Jucard
I am 16 standard years old
I am a Sith Acolyte
I am Human
I am 5 feet 8 inches or 1.8 meters tall
I have brown hair and green eyes
Stats:
I’m decently strong
I’m averagely flexible
I’m very healthy with good stamina
I’m pretty intelligent
Wisdom is something I may be lacking in
I’m not really a people person
Personality:
I’m called shy all the time, but I just do a lot of observing. I pick up people’s habits and notice little things like facial expressions. I find out what makes them tick and then I can exploit that later, like if I need information or I’m fighting them. You find out what makes someone tick and you can start predicting his or her actions. But back on topic, I prefer to work backstage, directing the people on the forefront. When you can be back at a base, looking at a profile and your notes, you can see things and give warnings, while not having to go out and be caught off guard. I’m the one giving instructions, not taking them. I believe in working with your strengths. I’m pretty passive too, but I’ve got spunk, so don’t think you can cross me. I might not break your nose right then and there, but expect something much more elaborate later when you’ve forgotten about the incident.
History:
Surprisingly, my childhood was rather plain for living in the Sith temple. I spent most of my earliest years in our quarters, learning or playing. My earliest and fondest memories are of my mother. You see my mother is not a Sith. She has no sensitivity to the Force at all. However she believes in the Empire's cause. She is only affiliated with the Sith by marriage, and after spending all day around powerful Force sensitives her quiet demeanor was a welcome relief.
My first time leaving the planet was at the age of sixteen. The rest of the time I was on Korriban training or exploring. Even before I became an acolyte my father was training me in the Force. I did not want to learn how to use a saber. I’m not coordinated, at all. And being rather passive I would not need a lightsaber, but the Force can be used for things other than fighting. My father respected my opinion on this matter and did not force it.
While my father was and is not a high ranking Sith, I highly respect him and his opinions. Some of the best, most intelligent discussions I have partaken in were with him in the comfort of our quarters. My debating skills were sharpened by his quick responses and he forced me to do the most thorough research possible. Despite this though, I have still only won perhaps two or three of our many debates.
At 16 I agreed to train under a master, instead of under my father any longer. As a birthday gift I was given a month long vacation off planet. While there I met a young man who was one to two years older than me. I met him during the first few days of my stay, and we spent the rest of my trip together. I found myself, despite my normal character, enjoying his presence, and perhaps even falling in love.
However I have sufficient reason to doubt in such a thing as love. What is love? Is it an emotion? A chemical reaction in our brains? Is it some kind of natural drug? I have read studies that a brain of a person who is 'in love' looks similar to the brain of a spice addict. But back to my story.
Well where was I? Oh, yes, at the end of my stay I informed him I was leaving. He asked if he could accompany me back to my home planet. He was not at all aware of my involvement with the Sith or that I was going back to Korriban. However, since he was in Imperial space I assumed he would have no issue with this and thus neglected to tell him. Therefore, I agreed.
When we docked on Korriban, I could tell by the look on his face he had never been there before, but then again not many people have. But since he had never been on the planet I told him to follow me. I took him around the temple grounds until, finally, I went to my parent's and mine quarters. My mother was inside. I introduced him to her and my mother gave him the strangest look. It was almost that of warning. She went to say something, and by his body language he was ready to leave, but then my father walked in. His eyes locked on my friend and his face filled with utter contempt and hatred. He was angrier than I had ever seen.
I opened my mouth, but I didn't have a chance to say one word. Not that I believe I could, my mind was so shocked and scared. My father charged at my guest, lightsaber igniting. My mother stumbled back in horror as my father's saber sliced halfway through the boy, who fell to the ground. I dropped to my knees beside the boy with a scream. I heard, as if through water, my father denounce him as a Jedi spy. I couldn't believe my own ears. I half remember clinging to my father as I was drug away from the site.
Since that incident six months ago I have...moved on, focusing more than ever on training. But if that was truly love, and love is truly an emotion, why would the Sith, who value emotion because it gives them strength, deny it? That question alone has given me doubt.
Force Powers:
1-4 Beginner, 5-8 Intermediate, 9-10 Mastered
Force Jump- 4
Telekinesis (includes Push/Pull)- 5
Force Speed- 3
Force Cloak- 2
Telepathy-2
Wish to learn:
Force Sight
Force Illusion
Pryokinesis
Force Stealth
Force Choke
Force Heal
Gear:
I carry with me a small datapad and communicator everywhere I go. At times I carry a small blaster pistol, but that is very rarely. I always wear my Sith robes while in the temple and I rarely venture out.
Strengths:
I am observant
I look before I leap
I work smarter not harder
I am a perfectionist
Weakness:
Pride can be the downfall of anyone even me
I’m not very personable and am consider cold at times
I can be rather shy actually
I am a bit of a perfectionist
Skills:
I am well versed in many cultures and languages
I am good at recalling facts
I notice things other people may overlook
I am proficient with computers
Training
Social
Classes
Elegance of the Sith
My parents did not approve.
You see I was born, raised, and trained amongst the Sith. The Dark Side is in my blood, in every atom of my body. Love, I believe, has no part in the Sith.
But yes, I fell in love.
He was not of us. He was of them, not that I knew that. How we met is not important, but we met. I was away from my parents, vacationing on a planet. Which planet we met on is not important. I agreed when he asked to return with me.
That mistake still haunts my dreams.
When I introduced him to my mother she looked concerned. She was about to say something to us, but never finished. It was then my father returned. I could not even tell my father who he was before my father turned on him. His saber ignited and in one fluid motion sliced through him. I cried out and fell beside the one I loved. My tears fell into the cauterized gash through his middle as my father coolly explained he was Jedi scum, a spy of the worst sort. It sounded like I was underwater as blood rushed through my ears. I vaguely remember being dragged away by my father as I clung to his shirt. I could only replay that moment.
It was then I began to doubt
I am Allison Annette Jucard
I am 16 standard years old
I am a Sith Acolyte
I am Human
I am 5 feet 8 inches or 1.8 meters tall
I have brown hair and green eyes
Stats:
I’m decently strong
I’m averagely flexible
I’m very healthy with good stamina
I’m pretty intelligent
Wisdom is something I may be lacking in
I’m not really a people person
Personality:
I’m called shy all the time, but I just do a lot of observing. I pick up people’s habits and notice little things like facial expressions. I find out what makes them tick and then I can exploit that later, like if I need information or I’m fighting them. You find out what makes someone tick and you can start predicting his or her actions. But back on topic, I prefer to work backstage, directing the people on the forefront. When you can be back at a base, looking at a profile and your notes, you can see things and give warnings, while not having to go out and be caught off guard. I’m the one giving instructions, not taking them. I believe in working with your strengths. I’m pretty passive too, but I’ve got spunk, so don’t think you can cross me. I might not break your nose right then and there, but expect something much more elaborate later when you’ve forgotten about the incident.
History:
Surprisingly, my childhood was rather plain for living in the Sith temple. I spent most of my earliest years in our quarters, learning or playing. My earliest and fondest memories are of my mother. You see my mother is not a Sith. She has no sensitivity to the Force at all. However she believes in the Empire's cause. She is only affiliated with the Sith by marriage, and after spending all day around powerful Force sensitives her quiet demeanor was a welcome relief.
My first time leaving the planet was at the age of sixteen. The rest of the time I was on Korriban training or exploring. Even before I became an acolyte my father was training me in the Force. I did not want to learn how to use a saber. I’m not coordinated, at all. And being rather passive I would not need a lightsaber, but the Force can be used for things other than fighting. My father respected my opinion on this matter and did not force it.
While my father was and is not a high ranking Sith, I highly respect him and his opinions. Some of the best, most intelligent discussions I have partaken in were with him in the comfort of our quarters. My debating skills were sharpened by his quick responses and he forced me to do the most thorough research possible. Despite this though, I have still only won perhaps two or three of our many debates.
At 16 I agreed to train under a master, instead of under my father any longer. As a birthday gift I was given a month long vacation off planet. While there I met a young man who was one to two years older than me. I met him during the first few days of my stay, and we spent the rest of my trip together. I found myself, despite my normal character, enjoying his presence, and perhaps even falling in love.
However I have sufficient reason to doubt in such a thing as love. What is love? Is it an emotion? A chemical reaction in our brains? Is it some kind of natural drug? I have read studies that a brain of a person who is 'in love' looks similar to the brain of a spice addict. But back to my story.
Well where was I? Oh, yes, at the end of my stay I informed him I was leaving. He asked if he could accompany me back to my home planet. He was not at all aware of my involvement with the Sith or that I was going back to Korriban. However, since he was in Imperial space I assumed he would have no issue with this and thus neglected to tell him. Therefore, I agreed.
When we docked on Korriban, I could tell by the look on his face he had never been there before, but then again not many people have. But since he had never been on the planet I told him to follow me. I took him around the temple grounds until, finally, I went to my parent's and mine quarters. My mother was inside. I introduced him to her and my mother gave him the strangest look. It was almost that of warning. She went to say something, and by his body language he was ready to leave, but then my father walked in. His eyes locked on my friend and his face filled with utter contempt and hatred. He was angrier than I had ever seen.
I opened my mouth, but I didn't have a chance to say one word. Not that I believe I could, my mind was so shocked and scared. My father charged at my guest, lightsaber igniting. My mother stumbled back in horror as my father's saber sliced halfway through the boy, who fell to the ground. I dropped to my knees beside the boy with a scream. I heard, as if through water, my father denounce him as a Jedi spy. I couldn't believe my own ears. I half remember clinging to my father as I was drug away from the site.
Since that incident six months ago I have...moved on, focusing more than ever on training. But if that was truly love, and love is truly an emotion, why would the Sith, who value emotion because it gives them strength, deny it? That question alone has given me doubt.
Force Powers:
1-4 Beginner, 5-8 Intermediate, 9-10 Mastered
Force Jump- 4
Telekinesis (includes Push/Pull)- 5
Force Speed- 3
Force Cloak- 2
Telepathy-2
Wish to learn:
Force Sight
Force Illusion
Pryokinesis
Force Stealth
Force Choke
Force Heal
Gear:
I carry with me a small datapad and communicator everywhere I go. At times I carry a small blaster pistol, but that is very rarely. I always wear my Sith robes while in the temple and I rarely venture out.
Strengths:
I am observant
I look before I leap
I work smarter not harder
I am a perfectionist
Weakness:
Pride can be the downfall of anyone even me
I’m not very personable and am consider cold at times
I can be rather shy actually
I am a bit of a perfectionist
Skills:
I am well versed in many cultures and languages
I am good at recalling facts
I notice things other people may overlook
I am proficient with computers
Training
Social
Classes
Elegance of the Sith
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