Sith Order Kamelle Skyler

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Kamelle Skyler

AGE
► 30
SPECIES
► Human
HEIGHT
► 5 ft 8 in
WEIGHT
► 135 lbs
EYE COLOR
► Brown
HAIR COLOR
► Black
BIRTHPLACE
► Sorkis Station
SEX
► Female
FACTION
► Sith
RANK
► Marauder
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Yes
STATUS
► Dead

Character Theme
BIOGRAPHY

Kamelle was born on Sorkis Station, an Outer Rim space station that functioned as a trade and transport hub for various entities. Her parents were spacers. Her father freelanced as surveyor and salvager, while her mother was a botanist with a penchant for extraterrestrial plant life. Mmkay whatever.

Later on Mommy and Daddy abandoned their little girl because reasons. Kamelle would never discover why. Her childhood was typical for a spacer: bouncing from world to world, system to system, then bouncing away like a ball when her parents had perhaps had enough of her.

So the rest of Kamelle's childhood was spent with her uncle aboard the Broken Cradle. The young girl never learned her ward's meaning behind the name but she did learn the meaning behind names—her parents', her uncle's, her own. That last part was most important.

Kamelle... She would whisper in the dark, tired of the day and the night, awake and sleepless. Kamelle! Her name would screech back upon her, like a blade scraping the window by her bed. Kamelle... It was a deep echo, as though called from a bottomless pit, and she listened to it.

Finally, the young woman found herself face to face with...herself. There was a reflection of her own face, smiling and frowning, crystal streams flowing from her eyes beside crimson rivers, her hair rippling like water as it rose with static, like lightning flashing in a storm cloud. It was then and only then that Kamelle Skyler understood her name, her face, her reflection.

Then she turned around, descended the corridor and discovered that she was as alive as the twisted faces around her were dead. Kamelle... They echoed around her, twisted and terrible, like ten thousand tornadoes in one of her ten thousand dreams. Kamelle... Like a hurricane, the voices carried the woman around the stars, and she heard her name echo in the prism of her prison as though a greater power had echoed her plea.

She listened, she obeyed, that call of her name from deep dark space freezing all motor functions as she studied the galaxy from afar and within. It was waiting for her and she for it, like an ocean at night looking for someone to dare and swim it. Kamelle would.

Her journeys took her to the Sith where they trained her to become one of them, but really they were just a stepping stone. 'Peace, passion, power and a bunch blah blah blah'. Kamelle never really bought into any of it except for the part about power. It brought her to the world of Mataou.

There, Kamelle Skyler met her untimely demise. She ran with a group of mercenaries, bounty hunters, Jedi and a mule to escape a ticking clock and a bunch of AMS freaks. After following her mule into the wrong corridor, discovering that it led to the Hutt's vault, it was too late to turn back.

Maybe the vault could withstand the barrage? Maybe there was a hidden exit? Maybe, though, Kamelle's lust for secrets had gotten the better of her. In the end, her mule had left her to die and had taken both her lightsaber and share of beskar. So die she did. The ray shield that took her gave her a scream but death did not. She smiled at it. What else was there to do?

She did, however, give final thoughts followed and final words:
Did I leave the oven on..? Definitely left some prisoners to starve in the basement... Hope my mule enjoys wrapping his hand around a handle of Human skin, though he probably does that every day... I should have killed him. Oh well. "Your turn...brother..."
Personality
Kamelle is amicable at best, living up to the definition of being without serious disagreement or rancor even with a rancor. Sith, they eschewed weakness and embodied strength, traded peace for passion, knowledge for strength, serenity for power...or so they claimed. Whatever. They were no less a construct of stardust than the stars themselves and the beings that grew from their nurseries. Yet, the Sith Order was the closest order in a galaxy of chaos that could pave a path for Kamelle, so she strolled their walkway while walls closed in around her, picking up on their personalities while adapting them to her own. Kamelle...

Kamelle...
It is an echo that she cannot ignore, ringing in her ears like the vibrant hum and thrum of a lightsaber. She wielded her own, crafting her character throughout the stone of a dark temple, nodding her head at fellow acolytes or shaking it at others who, sooner or later, ended up dead before or after they had graduated. It would be a fallacy for her to feel as though she had not enjoyed some of the pain and death, deriving satisfaction as foes fell, but Kamelle is ready to show restrain when the occasion calls for it. For a time, at least.

Gear

• Comlink
• Datapad
• Medpac
Vibroblade
• Lightsaber
The Wailing




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