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Fiex Raeth
"Vengeance will be mine.. Blood will spill into the rivers and I shall make those who created my scars weep..."- Fiex Raeth
NAME: Fiex Raeth
FACTION: Sith
RANK: Acolyte
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 21
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5’7”
WEIGHT: 135 lbs (61kg)
EYES: Silver
HAIR: Deep Red
SKIN: Pale
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: She has two scars running down her lips vertically on both sides.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STR: IIIIIIIIII
DEX: IIIIIIIIII
CON: IIIIIIIIII
INT: IIIIIIIIII
WIS: IIIIIIIIII
CHA: IIIIIIIIII
STRENGTH: While not the strongest by all means, she can still swing a fist a few times and create some pain. Definitely nothing above expected of someone her body size or gender.
DEXTERITY: Her dexterity is much like that of an average human, albeit better than you'd expect for someone of her stature.
CONSTITUTION: She has about average constitution when it comes to her immune system, and while she can’t take a prolonged beating, that won't stop her from killing you.
INTELLIGENCE: One of her other strong qualities. She has an innate learning capability and decent intellect, always hungry for knowledge, as she knows it is the path to more power.
WISDOM: Being self-absorbed in her vengeance and slightly reckless in nature makes her only aware of her immediate surrounds unless she focuses on it, which happens only in dangerous circumstances. She is young and still learning to develop wisdom and as such, don't expect that common sense is her strong point.
CHARISMA: She has a strong sense of personality, a despite this being in part because she is attractive for someone so corrupt, her words alone are enough to convince most.
FORCE POWERS:
Detoxify Poison IIIIIIIIII
Force Pull IIIIIIIIII
Force Push IIIIIIIIII
Force Grab IIIIIIIIII
Battle Precognition* IIIIIIIIII
Force Jump IIIIIIIII
Force Speed IIIIIIIIII
*Simply marked here to represent innate ability as she has no control of it till she is trained properly[It only is active when she is a combat situation where she is on the losing side at this point and is fear-based in activation till she receives training]
SKILLS:
While doubtfully a skill, she has a strong attunement to the force. While this would be devastating if she was to master it, she has had very little time to focus on such tasks before now and she far behind master status.
As she learned to pick up a blade and use it during the time between her aptivity and her pilgrimage to Korriban, she knows how to handle a melee weapon efficiently.
Her intellect allows her to create and design things with little effort, and she learns at a quick pace. Her wisdom, or lack thereof, means that this learning is more book smart at this point.
Her silver tongue is a skill she prides herself for. She carries an aura of command with her wherever she goes and she can get some things by just talking, though if that fails she will murder and torture to get what she wants.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS: She has picked up on the basics of the Ateru form, better known as the Aggressive form, which fits her personality and skills well. (Low-Basic skill level)
Eventually, she hopes to learn a form to counter the weaknesses of this form, but first she wishes to master it and learn how to control the force from a proper Master.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Intellectual and quick to pick up knowledge
[*]A Natural Charismatic
[*]Strong Force Attunement
An Enlarged Ego
[*]Reckless
[*]Extremely Competitive
[*]Very Little Knowledge of the Force
[*]Introverted
[*]Moody and Tempermental
GEAR:
An archaic Lightsaber with a crystal that changes the blade to a deep black with a white core [Broken].
A locket with her brother and mothers' pictures placed inside.
SHIP:
N/A
DROIDS:
N/A
PETS:
N/A
PERSONALITY:
Fiex Raeth is a woman who is absorbed in her fear, hatred and lust for vengeance. Once upon a time she was a calm, attentive young girl, but through a harsh life she has shifted from that sweet girl to her cold, calculating self, using the speech skills she has had since a child, mixed with her aggressive backup plan of violence, to get what she wants. She is extremely selfish in this sense, using others as long as she gets her end goal. To be trust by her is hard, to be her comrade is even harder.
Perhaps due to her Echani heritage, or even just the dark side corruption, she finds that if someone can best her in battle, or even put up a decent fight, she will respect that foe. Rivalry is something she looks at as a way to grow stronger and it fills her with determination.
BIOGRAPHY:
Corcusant was her birthplace. Born under the name of Fiex and brought into being in the Raeth surname, she was never truly poor. Her father was a diplomat, and her mother was Echani by birth. The first years of her life were uneventful but the happiest ones to this date. Whenever her father had the time he’d take her out to the prettier places of the planet. When her father wasn’t around, her older brother Skye or her mother would play with her.
Her brother eventually left the household to go fight the threat of the Empire, signing up as a soldier under the Republic. By this time she had begun Echani training by her mother and learning the basics of honor and the very basic techniques of the fighting style. She learned them but before she could move to the second tier her mother grew ill.
At the age of nine, she watched as her mother wasted away, dying. The last three years had made her extremely close to her mother and she felt her first pain, the first strike at her innocence; The slow death of her own mother. At this point, her father stopped paying as much attention to his daughter, going to the Cantina to gamble and drink after each day of work. She was always watched after by babysitters, people that never cared about her and never really put effort into being her friends. This went on for a year and when she turned ten, men came to the door, kicking it in. They had come to claim her father’s debt, which he couldn’t pay. He had gambled and betted too much and the Hutts were taking possession of his affairs. This included Fiex, who would be stuck within the Hutt Cartel till the age of sixteen.
The years chained up dragged by. She was scared and alone in a grimey building with criminals all around her. During this time she picked up on how to play card games and picked up on how the criminals worked. It wasn’t till the age of fourteen that they payed attention to her.
Perhaps it could have been the fact that at that point nothing there scared her, nothing was as dangerous. Maybe it was the fact that she was slowly transitioning from a girl to a woman. Either way, they grew interested in her. The Hutt made her dance, or at least struggle to, and even tried to get her to satisfy him on occasion. This was how she got her scars and eventually her freedom.
After mouthing off the creature she knew as her Master, he got one of his men to take a knife and run the blade down her lips, making any talking nearly impossible for a good few weeks and creating her two scars. During these weeks of silence, she meditated and thought, day in and day out. She made plans to escape, to find a place to call her own. Her thoughts were twisted though. The fear in her had grown to hatred and she knew that one day, she would come back and kill this monster.
One night, by pure mistake, the Twilek who guarded her had snuck a few drinks too many into his system. She snuck the keys off of him and freed herself from the bindings she had. Just to be safe, She took the knife off of his unconscious body, killing him in his sleep during this process. The escape was hard but she managed to sneak onto a cargo hold and stowed away. The hours went by and finally she had made it to a planet away from her tortured past, the few objects she had stolen from the cargo hold on her.
One of the objects she had stolen was a polyhedral gemstone of some type or another, something she would learn was a Holocron at some point. The red pyramid-like object activated and a visage of someone sinister had talked to her, telling her of power, of ways to get her revenge. This figure told her that she was not regular, that she had power beyond mere humans. That if she listened, it could open up doors to that power. In this time she learned of the past, of weapon techniques and was taught something of the force, but eventually the Sith Lord who had been ‘teaching’ her told her to go to Korriban, to search the tombs and then go to the Academy.
By then, she had no funds to get to Korriban, minor understanding of the force, and a determination to do what her first teacher had asked of her. He had managed to push her to the dark side. She hawked the Holocron to a shady shopkeeper for a sum of credits and bought herself new clothing and transportation to Korriban. Prior to this, she had no proper goal but revenge. She did dirty jobs and manipulation to survive and now, finally, she had a proper goal. To become a Sith Lord.
Upon reaching Korriban she searched one of the many tombs of the old Sith Lords, finding one that seemed untouched by time. This was where she claimed her first Lightsaber. The path to it was treacherous, with debris and wild animals, but she eventually made it, scraped and bruised. While it was archaic and needed many adjustments to be effective, she loved it on site. With very little knowledge of its use, the determined young woman headed to the Academy, the searing determination to learn etched in her face. She would kill anyone who got in her way.
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
DUELING RING MATCHES:
N/A
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A
The Past I Cast Away
I never think about my past too much anymore. That is exactly what it is; the memory of a small girl I threw into the pits and buried with my hatred. I only think about it now when I need it, when I need to remember my end goals and how I am the way I am. It's just the occasional fuel to my dying soul. I often think of the little things.
I was always good with my words, in part due to my quick learning capabilities. I was never truly stupid. I won't deny I lack the common sense my father had. I've always been brash and reckless, like Mother. That was only covered by my quick tongue. I had learned quite quickly that with a smile and a few words, you could get away with a lot in life. The humans, and other races around me, were oblivious when I manipulated them. Whether it was to get out of mischievous activities, like back then, or to survive in a harsh world alone like I have for years... My natural charisma topped with my quick grasp of knowledge was always a life saver. More now than back then.
The Crumbling Ruins
I followed the suggestion of that strange cube, that Holocron. 'Go to Korriban and seek out this tomb.' Even told me where it was, that if I didn't I would never make it to a Sith Lord. I took his insults as a challenge and found delight in hawking the insolent guardian's device to a black-market goods dealer. It got me new clothing and a trip to Korriban itself.
It was a wasteland in my opinion; sands upon sand. Desolate in all rights. It felt like a complete parallel to my old life and I thought too much as I wandered in search of the tomb. When I found it, to my shock, it wasn't fancy at all. Nothing like I pictured. The only difficulty was the rubble on the way in. I had to climb and crawl and squeeze through. Curse words echoed the halls but it was quiet, too quiet. I never held my eyes still, darting them back and forth the whole while. That was, till I hit the end. A large room with crumbling pillars and debris everywhere. It was here, somewhere.
The Weapon of Ancients
I searched and searched but to no avail. The room was empty. Ransacked probably years before I had breathed my first breath of air. I wished, just for a second that I had that Holocron and a bundle of explosives at this point. It was a wild goose chase and I was running out of provisions. Enough to get to the Academy empty-handed with basic knowledge of the force and a weak understanding of a Lightsaber form. It was just then as I grabbed a rock and threw it that I saw it bounce off something in the entrance-way. A large, snarling beast shaped somewhat like a giant wolf, twisted with malice. It's eyes glowed a crimson color. I felt true fear, deep seated fear, and stumbled back. Smashing into a wall, a desperately clawed at rubble, throwing rocks at the beast as it advanced.
Looking back, I never understand why I didn't try anything that Holocron showed me. Perhaps I knew it would've done very little. As I searched desperately for a heavy enough rock, I saw a dim shimmer in the rock and instinctively grabbed at it. As I turned back, the beast lunged, it's teeth aimed at my neck and on instinct I pressed a button on the hilt. The deep obsidian beam that erupted from it pierced the beast's cranium and it dropped. The humming rang through my ears for but a second and then it ceased to work.
It flickered out and as I pushed the beast, apparently a Tuk'ata off of my torso. It must've been young or I'd be a corpse. My fear, hatred, both of myself and this beast... My own weakness, stupidity to go in there an expect something of it... Filled me at that point. The archaic lightsaber had died right then and the only functioning thing in it seemed to be the color crystal. I still took it, figuring I'd put the crystal in a blade of my own making when I was allowed one, when I was trained in it properly. I felt horrible but perhaps it was just the bruises and scratched up hands.
I left the tomb, stumbling and barely able to make it to my goal. It was somewhere on the way to the Academy that I lost my knife, and with it, that small sliver at not going to the Dark Side.
I never think about my past too much anymore. That is exactly what it is; the memory of a small girl I threw into the pits and buried with my hatred. I only think about it now when I need it, when I need to remember my end goals and how I am the way I am. It's just the occasional fuel to my dying soul. I often think of the little things.
I was always good with my words, in part due to my quick learning capabilities. I was never truly stupid. I won't deny I lack the common sense my father had. I've always been brash and reckless, like Mother. That was only covered by my quick tongue. I had learned quite quickly that with a smile and a few words, you could get away with a lot in life. The humans, and other races around me, were oblivious when I manipulated them. Whether it was to get out of mischievous activities, like back then, or to survive in a harsh world alone like I have for years... My natural charisma topped with my quick grasp of knowledge was always a life saver. More now than back then.
The Crumbling Ruins
I followed the suggestion of that strange cube, that Holocron. 'Go to Korriban and seek out this tomb.' Even told me where it was, that if I didn't I would never make it to a Sith Lord. I took his insults as a challenge and found delight in hawking the insolent guardian's device to a black-market goods dealer. It got me new clothing and a trip to Korriban itself.
It was a wasteland in my opinion; sands upon sand. Desolate in all rights. It felt like a complete parallel to my old life and I thought too much as I wandered in search of the tomb. When I found it, to my shock, it wasn't fancy at all. Nothing like I pictured. The only difficulty was the rubble on the way in. I had to climb and crawl and squeeze through. Curse words echoed the halls but it was quiet, too quiet. I never held my eyes still, darting them back and forth the whole while. That was, till I hit the end. A large room with crumbling pillars and debris everywhere. It was here, somewhere.
The Weapon of Ancients
I searched and searched but to no avail. The room was empty. Ransacked probably years before I had breathed my first breath of air. I wished, just for a second that I had that Holocron and a bundle of explosives at this point. It was a wild goose chase and I was running out of provisions. Enough to get to the Academy empty-handed with basic knowledge of the force and a weak understanding of a Lightsaber form. It was just then as I grabbed a rock and threw it that I saw it bounce off something in the entrance-way. A large, snarling beast shaped somewhat like a giant wolf, twisted with malice. It's eyes glowed a crimson color. I felt true fear, deep seated fear, and stumbled back. Smashing into a wall, a desperately clawed at rubble, throwing rocks at the beast as it advanced.
Looking back, I never understand why I didn't try anything that Holocron showed me. Perhaps I knew it would've done very little. As I searched desperately for a heavy enough rock, I saw a dim shimmer in the rock and instinctively grabbed at it. As I turned back, the beast lunged, it's teeth aimed at my neck and on instinct I pressed a button on the hilt. The deep obsidian beam that erupted from it pierced the beast's cranium and it dropped. The humming rang through my ears for but a second and then it ceased to work.
It flickered out and as I pushed the beast, apparently a Tuk'ata off of my torso. It must've been young or I'd be a corpse. My fear, hatred, both of myself and this beast... My own weakness, stupidity to go in there an expect something of it... Filled me at that point. The archaic lightsaber had died right then and the only functioning thing in it seemed to be the color crystal. I still took it, figuring I'd put the crystal in a blade of my own making when I was allowed one, when I was trained in it properly. I felt horrible but perhaps it was just the bruises and scratched up hands.
I left the tomb, stumbling and barely able to make it to my goal. It was somewhere on the way to the Academy that I lost my knife, and with it, that small sliver at not going to the Dark Side.
-EDITED PARTS-
-I changed up my stats, dropping Widsom to a 2, to show that she is still childish and hasn't a grasp on life.
-I also dropped Charisma to an 8. She isn't I diplomat. She just knows how to get what she wants.
-I also wrote more back-story under the spoiler In Thought, to add more depth. It is her thinking of things and is a first person perspective.
-I made the lightsaber break upon her first activation of it. It lasted just long enough to keep her alive and only the color crystal in it will function, when she gets her own saber at some point.
- Removed Force Choke and Art of Movement and she will be trained them later.
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