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Kakori Tychaithis
“kah-KOR-ee tih-KAI-thhis”
AGE
► 33
SPECIES
► Human
HEIGHT
► 5’5”
WEIGHT
► 115lbs
EYE COLOR
► Yellow-orange
HAIR COLOR
► Red
HOMEWORLD
► Cyrillia
GENDER
► Female
FACTION
► Jedi Exile
RANK
► Apprentice
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Trained
[tabs] [tab=Biography]Living on the planet of Cyrillia made for a miserable childhood. The only existence Kakori knew was an aching body and numb mind, as she hauled and sorted heavy loads of scrap for Serv-O-Droid, Inc. She was eleven when she realized that her life was meaningless and that she didn’t care if she lived or died. She sat down on the floor between a pile of alloy casings and photoreceptors and refused to move. And when the overseer walked over to bark orders and prod her with the stun baton, a deep source of strength inside of her surfaced. She reached out with her mind and gripped his throat. There was a satisfying crunching-squelch as his neck seemingly imploded.
After that, she was sold and shipped from slaver to slaver, until an Exile by the name of Dokimas bought her for 475 credits. He was distant, and taught her just enough to make her useful in defending him or distracting the enemy. The rest of her skills she learned by watching him from a distance, then emulating what she had seen in her few, precious moments of time alone or, more often, directly in combat.
She watched many of the Exiles she fought alongside channel their emotions. They burned hot, and lashed out with their fury, hatred, or pain. Kakori knew she was different. The well of power that seemed to sit in the pit of her stomach was cold. It felt like the void of utterly empty space. Like a black hole, waiting to swallow up anything in its path. A searing wound in her mind, not the result of any one enemy or event, but her very continued existence.
As Kakori grew, she learned how to focus and call forth power from that anguish of existence. Each time the young darksider entered combat she thought, “Maybe this is the one. Maybe this is the battle I will die in.” She fought with the ferocity of one who has nothing to lose. She made mistakes. Her recklessness cost Kakori her right arm during a battle with Republic forces on Daalang. She rushed ahead of her Master and their compatriots, and was caught in a face-off between two Jedi Knights. A misplaced swing of her lightsaber ended with her arm severed below the elbow. Disgusted by her risk-taking and apparent incompetence, Master Dokimas saved her life by dispatching the Jedi, but abandoned her shortly thereafter.
Yet Kakori continues to survive and hone her skill in killing her opponents. Though she can still be headstrong and impulsive, her recklessness has been tempered with better judgement from her experiences. Now, she drifts from world to world, searching for a battle worth dying for. [/tab]
[tab=Appearance]
Moving with a smooth gait, Kakori easily blends in to the background when she so chooses. However, the glint of metal can be seen coming from the durasteel, cybernetic arm that is joined to her flesh just below her right elbow. In groups and gatherings she tends to be reserved; she is the type to stand with her back against the wall and watch the proceedings—at least until her patience runs out.
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[tab=Personality]As a nihilist and determinist, Kakori is typically deeply depressed. She believes it is impossible to break free from the push and pull of the dual sides of the force, and therefore an action is never in actuality the creation of its actor. The way Kakori sees it, this understanding of reality can lead to two conclusions: either peaceful acceptance of the meaningless of life, or violent defiance of the absurdity of life.
Kakori struggles between these two extremes, often being prone to mood swings and volatile outbursts. She is not one to deliberate and can make snap judgments without thinking things through. Though she is not typically ambitious for the sake of power over others, she has no sense of loyalty and cooperates with others—or overpowers them—out of a sense of necessity.
Though her depression can be a curse, Kakori has also learned to use it as a source of power, channeling it as other darksiders channel their anger or hatred.[/tab]
[tab=Gear]
- 1 Bright red lightsaber
- 2 4-C Blaster Pistols
- 4 sets of well-worn robes in various monochrome colors
- 1 set of Exile Inquisition Armor
- 1 MR-Series Utility Astromech droid
- 1 B-Series Fathier-Class Light Freighter, co-piloted by the MR Astromech
- 1 Terrex T-12 Speeder Bike
- 1 Durasteel cybernetic arm, right side
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