Sith Order Deva Gendrel

[Killa Ree]

Deva Gendrel​

BIOGRAPHY​

NAME: Deva
AGE: 28
SPECIES: Near-Human

FACTION: Sith Eternal
RANK: Marauder

HEIGHT: 5'4"
WEIGHT: 115 lbs
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Violet

STRENGTH:
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If Deva were to have told you her existence before, few would have believed it. An upper-middle-class daughter to two educated members of Hapan society, her mother held a suitable position and gave her daughter every opportunity for success. She lived a relatively stable life. She earned a decent degree, married, settled down working for Czerka.

But the pressure began mounting. The further she and her husband climbed the social ladder, she began to feel the stress. Or that's what she told herself. That it was merely pressure that made her feel like something crawling under her skin. At first, it was only a feeling. Like something shivering down her spine, a twinge down her neck that would tighten her jaw. The twinges became knots, then cravings. A hunger. A little spice never hurt anyone, and the deadlines were shorter, the paycheck larger.

A little became an occasion. Then it became a need, a desperate want to feel something.

When she lost everything, only the Lothcat and what little was left of her savings was what her ex's lawyer left for her. The smug bastards, walking away with her earnings, betraying her. Leading her on and then leaving her for dead.

She was found, strangling a dealer with the Force. She felt a hunger to see their neck snap, to feel the life pouring out of them. When her Master found her... he found a woman broken, desperate, and vengeful. Her lessons were difficult, excruciating... but one day she would step and go entirely over his own dreams. He kept giving her enough spice to remain hooked, but not enough to slake the constant torment of withdrawal. But before, the pain would have broken her. But pain brings clarity beyond the minute struggles of those pathetic walking creatures of the galaxy.

PERSONALITY​

PRACTICAL SKILLS​

■■■■■ Slicing​	■■■■■ Survival​	■■■■■ Tracking​
■■■■■ Hunting​	■■■■■ Leadership​	■■■■■ Invest.​

COMBAT SKILLS​

■■■■■ Blasters​	■■■■■ Rifles​	■■■■■ Misc.​
■■■■■ Demo.​	■■■■■ H2H​	■■■■■ Daggers​

EDUCATION​

■■■■■ Huttese​	■■■■■ Rodian​	■■■■■ Ryl​
■■■■■ Tactics​	■■■■■ Politics​	■■■■■ Espionage​

Seemingly to be a cold, remote woman, Deva in fact feels everything to the point of agony. The smallest breeze, the lightest touch and she can feel her jaw clench. Motivated to surpass her Master's own vision of a glorified fiefdom, she would see his dreams burn and make them her own. Personal touch is an incitement to violence, and she is a hair-trigger away from snapping a neck at the smallest provocation. And yet, beyond the pain, beyond the torment, lays a patient woman. Intelligent, keen-minded and analytical, she reads according to her opponents' body 'language'; even fellow Sith aren't exempt from this treatment. Far from the dark glitz and glamor several of her own faction seem to possess, Deva is open, frank, and uncaring.

In a galaxy full of those that genuinely don't care, why should she?

LEGACY​

EQUIPMENT​

Armor
—Sith Robes
—MOD

Weapon
—Sith Lightsaber
—AMMO
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—Mod
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Weapon
—AMMO

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