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Before being forcefully shoved into the past, Anastasia was a sweet and caring woman. Her words flowed like a babbling river, her smile as sweet as honey. Her now forgotten mother would say that a simple look from her child could charm a miser out of his last two credits. The forgotten Anastasia was also of a peaceful nature, always fast to make friends, careful never to step on anyone's toes and never one to bring harm upon any living creature. This Anastasia is not her anymore, however. The sudden and evil nature of which she was sent to the past has corrupted her, twisting her into something she would have never wanted to become.
The young Sith now lives with fury in her heart. She does not turn this fury into a maul in which to beat her enemies into submission, but to dig into their hearts, to study what they are, always looking for the perfect moment to strike. Where she was once caring, she is now cold; where she was once ingenious, she is now calculating; and her charismatic and friendly ways are now only a ruse to get closer to her target, so it is easier to strike.
There is one silver-lining for Anastasia, however: The effects of the forced time travel have yet to wear off, so inklings of her old personality take over at times. This works similar to a split personality, most commonly taking effect during situations of immense trauma, either mentally or physically. Nevertheless, her new aggressive personality remains dominant and does not take long to return once the trauma is over.
Anastasia came into the past with only a few personal effects, mainly her lightsaber, her now tattered and unusable clothes that she wore during the moment of her time displacement, and a photo of a young man in his early twenties. The lightsaber, magenta in color and showing its fair share of wear and tear, was given to her from her mother when she had been deemed old enough to wield. She has replaced her destroyed clothes with a set of skirted Sith robes which are black in color, with simple armor on the chest and abdomen.
How She Got Here:
The early years of Anastasia's life are a mystery, even unto herself. As far as her memories go, they are broken, with faces muddled and twisted by powers only known to her as "The Dark Side." Feelings of being torn apart limb-by-limb, molecule-by-molecule plague her every sense and tear into her soul. She feels like dying, as the pain is too excruciating to endure. Anastasia begs for a mercy killing, yet the invisible hand that pulls her into the void is incapable of basic human emotions. The force pulls her into the black, suffocating landscape and crushes her beneath its weight until she is nothing...
Anastasia awoke on a strange planet, racked with fear, anger, and pain in the year 1,023: the height of the Third Galactic Civil War. She had no recollection of her past, but faint images danced in her mind of how she came to arrive in this time. She remembered an idol, not one of person, but of stone. It pulsed in her hands and called to the darkest parts of her soul. It twisted her mind and stretched her being, ripping out each piece of her mind she called her own. The idol spoke to her with a contrast to how it handled her body. Be at peace, it spoke, caressing the ever fading woman, Your time is not now, but earlier, before you were born. That man, the one you keep a picture of so close to your heart, the man who your mother spoke of with wanting, and desire, is your enemy. Find him, kill him, and I will lay your mind at ease.
Every part of her body ached as she tried harder and harder to remember more, but whatever pulled her back did not wish for her to remember. Not yet, at least. Not long after her awakening, still laid bare in shredded clothes on the surface of said unknown planet, she was found by a man of suave demeanor and black of heart. She passed out from the pain not long after her "rescue," hoping to finally be dead. The Force, however had much larger plans for Anastasia, as her "rescuer" brought her back form the brink, only to begin shaping her into a tool of destruction and chaos. This man used tactics similar to that of the idol, speaking soft and smooth words, promising peace of mind so long as she did what she was told. Whatever she was before, Anastasia is now a weapon of the Sith, ready to be thrust into the gut of the galaxy.
How She Came to Be:
That is a mystery in its own right...
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Anastasia
SPECIES HUMAN (Half Korunnai-Half Corellian) / / HEIGHT 5' 5'' / / EYE COLOR ORANGE (Originally Grey-blue)
AGE TWENTY / / RANK SITH ACOLYTE
SPECIES HUMAN (Half Korunnai-Half Corellian) / / HEIGHT 5' 5'' / / EYE COLOR ORANGE (Originally Grey-blue)
AGE TWENTY / / RANK SITH ACOLYTE
PERSONALITY
The young Sith now lives with fury in her heart. She does not turn this fury into a maul in which to beat her enemies into submission, but to dig into their hearts, to study what they are, always looking for the perfect moment to strike. Where she was once caring, she is now cold; where she was once ingenious, she is now calculating; and her charismatic and friendly ways are now only a ruse to get closer to her target, so it is easier to strike.
There is one silver-lining for Anastasia, however: The effects of the forced time travel have yet to wear off, so inklings of her old personality take over at times. This works similar to a split personality, most commonly taking effect during situations of immense trauma, either mentally or physically. Nevertheless, her new aggressive personality remains dominant and does not take long to return once the trauma is over.
INVENTORY
— misc. inventory —
Lightsaber — primary, magenta blade
Sith Assassin Robes — Black with red highlights, skirted, and armored on the chest and abdomen
Picture of a man, early twenties — Her drive, her will to live, so she may one day kill him and return to sanity
Sith Assassin Robes — Black with red highlights, skirted, and armored on the chest and abdomen
Picture of a man, early twenties — Her drive, her will to live, so she may one day kill him and return to sanity
BIOGRAPHY
The early years of Anastasia's life are a mystery, even unto herself. As far as her memories go, they are broken, with faces muddled and twisted by powers only known to her as "The Dark Side." Feelings of being torn apart limb-by-limb, molecule-by-molecule plague her every sense and tear into her soul. She feels like dying, as the pain is too excruciating to endure. Anastasia begs for a mercy killing, yet the invisible hand that pulls her into the void is incapable of basic human emotions. The force pulls her into the black, suffocating landscape and crushes her beneath its weight until she is nothing...
Anastasia awoke on a strange planet, racked with fear, anger, and pain in the year 1,023: the height of the Third Galactic Civil War. She had no recollection of her past, but faint images danced in her mind of how she came to arrive in this time. She remembered an idol, not one of person, but of stone. It pulsed in her hands and called to the darkest parts of her soul. It twisted her mind and stretched her being, ripping out each piece of her mind she called her own. The idol spoke to her with a contrast to how it handled her body. Be at peace, it spoke, caressing the ever fading woman, Your time is not now, but earlier, before you were born. That man, the one you keep a picture of so close to your heart, the man who your mother spoke of with wanting, and desire, is your enemy. Find him, kill him, and I will lay your mind at ease.
Every part of her body ached as she tried harder and harder to remember more, but whatever pulled her back did not wish for her to remember. Not yet, at least. Not long after her awakening, still laid bare in shredded clothes on the surface of said unknown planet, she was found by a man of suave demeanor and black of heart. She passed out from the pain not long after her "rescue," hoping to finally be dead. The Force, however had much larger plans for Anastasia, as her "rescuer" brought her back form the brink, only to begin shaping her into a tool of destruction and chaos. This man used tactics similar to that of the idol, speaking soft and smooth words, promising peace of mind so long as she did what she was told. Whatever she was before, Anastasia is now a weapon of the Sith, ready to be thrust into the gut of the galaxy.
How She Came to Be:
That is a mystery in its own right...
[TR1][TD]adept[/TD][TD]adept[/TD][TD]beginner[/TD][TD]beginner[/TD][TD]beginner[/TD][/TR1]
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