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NAME: Keldreia
FACTION: Sith
RANK: Acolyte
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 17
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 120
EYES: icy blue.
HAIR: Black with silver highlights.
SKIN: white.
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: N/A
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
STRENGTH: Her power is not derived from pure strength alone but through the dark side of the force, she will gather her power.
DEXTERITY: Her speed is average for a force user such as her self through sheer conviction of the force is how she will dodge her enemy's attacks.
CONSTITUTION: Using the dark side of the force has its draw backs making her frail.
INTELLIGENCE: This is were her power lies the wits to understand and read situations and make calls and to understand what the Dark side is. To bend it to her will.
CHARISMA: Through her voice alone will she bring about the end of others. Her charm will break the hearts and will of those who dare stand against the Sith and bring power to the Dark side once again.
FORCE POWERS:
Dark Side Tendrils.
Force Grip.
Force fear.
Force drain.
Force lightning.
SKILLS:
LIGHT SABER/SWORD FORMS:
Dun Möch
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Keldreia's strengths come from the dark side its self she can bend it to her will and use it in such away others could not understand. The dark side of the force is her weapon theirs no room for brute strength on the field of battle only the force. In such teachings though brings about frailty and week light saber strikes. She knows how to defend her self but strong blows will take there toll on her sooner then she knows.
GEAR:
Her gear is like how the image is shown.
SHIP:
DROIDS:
N/A
PETS:
N/A
PERSONALITY:Keldreia is dark, quiet, and mysterious. No one knows much about her, however, it has been proven that she remains quiet most of the time, follows orders, and is obedient.
BIOGRAPHY:
It originally all started with a man by the name of Syclya, Keldreia's father, who was a Dark Jedi Knight who served even darker masters in times past. Keldreia never really knew him, never had the chance to for the most part and never got the details of his life - just a simplistic overview. She learned a Jedi Knight persuaded him to turn away from the dark side, and eventually he became a Grey Jedi. Though he never turned to the Jedi Order, he was never even apart of it at any point in time of his life. He went into exile, because to return to his dark masters meant death.
He met a woman he later married, and lived with in the mountainous, rocky terrain of Bothawui - they had two children, the first was his son, Chen, eight years later, Keldreia was born, his daughter. They had the same hair and eye-color as their father though their slower aging process would not begin to surface until their late-teens. Both as toddlers begun showing signs of being Force-sensitive like their father. He showed them simple things, little tricks utilizing the Force here and there, and how to bend the force to a will of your own.
One night, they expected their mother to return home, but noticed their father was pensive, fearful - scared - she was not returning home by now from having gone to town. Keldreia merely a four year old child at the time grew increasingly scared seeing her father so filled with both mourning and dread. Until from where he sat in their small home he looked to the front door, he calmly told his children not to come outside no matter what. He stood up and walked outside with the serenity one would have expected of a Jedi Knight. The clash of battle could be heard between lightsabers only a few moments after he stepped outside, it lasted for ten minutes or so, and then - a dreadful silence that seemed to last hours, though it could not have been more than a minute or two.
Suddenly entering the home was a tall, strong built dark blue-skinned Feeorin with a standard single-hilt lightsaber in one hand and shoto lightsaber in the other. He looked between the two children with his cold, red amphibious eyes. The twelve year old boy picked up a knife from the dinner table for cutting meat. But before the boy could even strike or charge at the towering Feeorin he cut the boy down with red beamed lightsaber. Keldreia stood trembling in horror of the Feeorin, she could not move, she could not cry, she was just scared and afraid - standing before him in fear. He picked up the terrified girl by the throat after he attached both his lightsabers to his belt,. His grip around her neck was like iron, holding her up to the point they looked at each other eye to eye as he uttered with his cold, dark monotone, "I killed the mother, the father, and the son... The boy would have been perfect, were he not too old... He had rage and bravery... However, you have immense fear... You will learn to use it, Apprentice, and with each failure - you will suffer for both your failings and the failings of your father before you."
That is where Keldreia's dark path begun, whether she wanted it or not, fear is what drove her in to complacence to follow her Master. Why the Feeorin wanted one of the offspring of Syclya to be his next apprentice is simple - to spite Marcus even after death for abandoning his teachings, and thus the 'sins' of the father would be exacted upon the child to suffer, and perhaps the child could succeed where the father had undoubtedly failed. The Feeorin's name is Kel, though Keldreia learned quickly never to call him by name, or the response would be a swift backhand, and such a thing from a couple century year old Feeorin easily rendered a small child unconscious.
Her training was nothing shy of being locked within a constant state of fear - the slightest mistakes or failures, no matter how minor was rewarded with insults, mockery, and beatings. Even successes were met with the same reprisal, it was quickly breaking the little girl down - shattering her will and the innocence she once had to rebuild her from the core of her spirit - to wrench every bit of her power from the Force out of her fear - out of the dark side within her - to know no other means on how to tap into her Force power outside of doing so from the dark side. She was essentially being indoctrinated that understanding the Force can only be utilized as an instrument of ones own fears. While she went through the steps of her exercises, Kel would invade her mind forcing her to see the memory of her brother dying before her eyes and Kel's own memory of him murdering her mother and slaying her father while using the dark side to further intensify her overwhelming sense of fear. It was all she could know when calling upon her own Force ability, eventually it was all she ever understood.
At the temple at Yavin 4 her master would at times frequent every couple or few years report to his own dark masters. Kel and another master used their two apprentices like a pair of dogs. They made a bet on which one was superior to the other, and the two apprentices suddenly found themselves placed into a situation where they had to fight one another to the death for their master's entertainment and the right for one to call themselves the superior master with the superior apprentice over the other. They placed a metal rod and vibroknife between the two children. Primitive weaponry for a savage fight to display the raw strength along within the two children. Keldreia's opponent was an eleven year old boy, she had barely turned nine years old, he was bigger and stronger than her. She stood confused when the fight was called, how can she kill this boy she had never met?
But before she could ponder any further, her perceptions warned her of incoming danger - she quickly jumped backward, but she was not quick enough as the boy had already picked up the vibroknife and stabbed her in the left shoulder. She cried out in pain, the boy sadistically grinned as he twisted the blade causing her to cry more - his master laughed at her agony, Kel looked infuriated. Everything seemed to standstill for her at that moment, the fear that overwhelmed her in that trice begun to manifest itself into a placid calm, though it was not a serenity, it was murderous rage - an utter overwhelming sensation of fury - but the calm, tempered anger of a sociopath - a detached and disconnected anger that was directed solely at whomever was before her. The rage and anger that burned within her did not burn like fire, it was something far more deep-seeded and colder, it burned like an artic chill that freezes and shatters persons limb like glass.
The metal rod flew into Keldreia's right hand and with a loud, heavy squsih sounding attack the boy lay on the metal ground bleeding heavily from his cracked open skull were the rod had flew through his head. Keldreia then straddled herself on top of the unconscious boys stomach and continued forcing the pipe into the boys body over and over. Her blood-red eyes unblinking they just stared straight ahead as she repeatedly pumped holes into the boy. The vibroknife was still stabbed through her shoulder, she did not seem to notice it or the pain anymore - it seemed as though to Kel she was feeding her strength off of it. Hazed in the boys blood, it was clear he was long dead. The boy's master looked enraged, he had lost a bet and was humiliated. Kel walked over to Keldreia as she stood up off of the boy's corpse. She looked at Kel as he approached her, and with the sweet, little voice of a nine year old girl she uttered in a cold monotone after ripping out the vibroknife from her shoulder, "I will kill you, my Master."
For the first time Kel smiled at his apprentice with a measure of pride just before he backhanded her across the face while retorting, "Not while you still manage to get wounded by an inferior.", but he then looked at her with surprise as the backhand did not knock her down this time, instead all it did was turn her head away.
She looked back at him - her face held no expression, her little voice still a monotone as she stared right back at him, "It will be with this blade.", she said as if she were not finished with her prier statement. Kel just chuckled, yes, she had truly become his apprentice, he could feel a powerful controlling anger brewing with in this girl. The next step being teaching her how to use it. and in so doing from the age of nine till she was 18 she would train on the temples of Yavin 4. She was to become what the galaxy fears the most a Sith inquisitor.
Keldreia stood over her masters body while he slept. As she neared him she reached out with her light saber and killed him on the spot. "I no longer am in need of you master I need to find a new master one who will further my power. To bring glory to the Sith as the great code says."
"There is no Peace; Therein lies only passion
Through my Passion is borne my Strength
Through Strength, I unleash my Power
Through Power, Victory is mine
Through Victory, my Shackles are Broken
The Dark Side shall set me Free"
Through my Passion is borne my Strength
Through Strength, I unleash my Power
Through Power, Victory is mine
Through Victory, my Shackles are Broken
The Dark Side shall set me Free"
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