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"I'll take everything on the inside...and throw it all away."
....I see it as I sleep among the hallowed whispers of the damned. Echoed wails from those lost to the Chaos. I dream it while I walk across bones ground to dust by time itself. An endless desert of grey, chilling those with too much to loose. Beckoning me to its cold embrace. I answer its summons not because fate demands such but rather by way of choice....
....Who are you?
....It haunts my every thought, wriggling through my skin like a plague. Reminding me it is always there. Blemishing sacks of puss covering my flesh ready to burst and consume. A timeless taint upon my soul coursing its way to my core. Making me numb to all....
....WHAT are you?
....There at last it stands. The vision to which I seek. A shadow forged of flesh without a beating heart. voided and heartless eyes skinning me naked within as I draw ever closer to this place of union. He presents an extension of himself. A skeletal hand marred in black mist as if to say, "Welcome my child." Reaching in kind is my answer to him. "Yes. and yes a thousand times over." I am his as the deed is sealed. The black mist enveloping me like tar. Filling my pores, covering my lips, seizing my breath. The long awaited moment came in the fleeting sight of my eyes as this 'beast' swallowed me whole. Emotion purges itself as the darkened cocoon takes its hold over me. Rasping my flesh, raking my mind, stripping my soul to a place somewhere cold....
....What is this feeling?
....I feel the energy of the stars around me. Attachment holding me fast becoming slowly undone. Others join the metamorphoses in silence. A timeless man ancient in design however youthful by right. His cohort remains beautiful and cold. They all take pause for this moment I have foreseen. This grand crescendo. Reforming my body and mind in their image. When I am freed the moment shall fall to destiny at last for the haunted wait shall end. I have seen this...
....My death and rebirth, Saving me from the nothing I was....
Now I am Awakened at last
| NAME: Krynn Nagano | BIRTH NAME: Krynn | FACTION: N/A (currently) | RANK: Padawan | CLASS: Seer | MASTER: Gabriel | FORCE-SENSITIVE: Yes. | SPECIES: Human/Echani |
| PLACE OF BIRTH: Ryloth | AGE: 8 | SEX: Female | HEIGHT: 4,3" | WEIGHT: 68 lbs | EYES: Appear Silvery in color | HAIR: White | SKIN: Fair/Pale |
CONSTITUTION: 3/10 –Krynn is yet but a child and lacks physical endurance. Though her will pushes her further than most her age.
INTELLIGENCE: 8/10 – Krynn possess a keen mind with a thirst to sharpen itself in the pursuit of Knowledge. While words come to her easy from that of lessons on a page she has yet to unlock this world openly. Dabbling only in her Master's private collection.
WISDOM: 6/10 – Krynn was born with the understanding that the galaxy was a cruel place. Being around others born to misfortune has attuned her knowledge to survive alone. Sharp vision and an open mind are necessary when forced to survive on the streets of a slave world. This also benefits her understanding of the force. For being of an open mind allows her to remain unbiased to darker sides of the force.
CHARISMA: 7/10 – Attractive for her age and visually stunning with a unique appearance then normal humans. Krynn also has the visual charm that allures others to feel a sort of pity for her. Seemingly she appears sad and innocent. Her shyness possesses a sort of pull on others contributing to her innocent appeal. However those who get to know her see a glimpse at her demons. Wanting to remain fearless, even though very much afraid of being alone, Krynn stresses confidence in herself and a faith to dive first into the unknown.
DEXTERITY: 7/10 – Due to her size and youth Krynn possesses some speed However her flexible body derives from her skill in dance.
STRENGTH: 2/10 – Krynn is yet but a child and lacks physical strength. It is simply a barrier she cannot pass as a child and perhaps will not even in woman hood. It would seem her body is more adaptable for reflexes and speed then powerful muscles.
LANGUAGES:
Galactic Basic & Twi’lek
LIGHTSABER FORMS:
None.
SKILLS:
Though her skills are lacking due to her age and oppressed life. This girl has obtained a few skills of note. Krynn has indeed received lessons in dance to which she has taken with passion. Her instructor is another slave, However, unexpectedly nice to Krynn. Bringing delicious treats as rewards while acting quite kind as if a mother figure. Not only is Krynn gifted in the elegance of dance but she also knows the dealings of higher class citizens. Being a tender to her Masters parties Krynn has picked up some do’s and don’ts one must understand when speaking to betters, moving among betters, and ultimately understanding divers customs.
POWERS:
Krynn is far too young to have any knowledge of the force and its wonders that it holds. However she does know something inside her is special. Makes her unique. Her gift of foresight is powerful, however, uncontrolled. Tiny fragments into the future are revealed while sometimes so are distant events of the present. The power within this girl is grand in scale as well as potential. It can even be felt across the galaxy itself as a ripple small in size.
| Precognition | 2/10 |
STRENGTHS: Krynn is extremely bright in every sense of the term. When presented with problems Krynn expertly works around them for a child of her age. Working with those who view her as lower than them as brought lessons upon her which groomed an understanding of common sense as well. Using both traits of intelligence and wisdom to avoid bumps in her life. Although gifted in this regard she has no formal education and thus is no scholar of obvious note.
Her Physical attractiveness is another such perk to her youth. Most who meet Krynn view her in an innocent fashion at first. Or simply the pretty thing in the room. Causing a lesser hostile attitude towards her unlike other slaves of similar station.
Lastly of course are her ever awakening powers. For now it would seem the gift of foresight has been unlocked to her. Calling out across the stars a Seer has been born. However many more still yet lay beneath waiting for guidance to call it out.
WEAKNESSES: Besides the obvious point Krynn is but a child. In that she lacks physical prowess and holds a rather frail, or weak, body when confronted with physical discomfort. Krynn also harbors a dark inner turmoil. She is at best said, “A scared and Lonely child.” Due in part to her upraising, or lack of upraising, to not trust too quickly. Being on her own and accustomed to miss treatment. Prior experiences give her pause to touch someone fearing harm upon her should trust be given. This fact calls out to the dark side. A tiny spark needing fanning….
Yet the core issue that brings Krynn to fault is her lack of training to the force and how the galaxy runs in general. Knowing only one sheltered way of life she lacks any experience.
PERSONALITY:
Krynn is at best described as timid or shy due in part to how most see her at first. It’s a defense mechanism she places as to warn off those who might take notice of her. Not wishing any further harm to her after such troubled beginnings. Seemingly innocent most note that Krynn is rather submissive to authority, polite, sincere, and dislikes competing or fighting.
Although she actually enjoys duals, as they seem like a dance. When two warriors clash, the motions call to her in new ways as diverse as the warriors themselves taking it to mind for herself.
Krynn is also a hard worker to which she forcefully pushes herself to excess in things she loves. Her dance instructor was Awed as to her progress as tribute to this fact.
Another truth of Krynn is her change in personality. Though emotionally scarred inside as well as obviously insecure. When she finds someone to allow her trust to Krynn becomes softly opinionated and more animated like a child should. Finally her curious nature reveals itself and her love to dive into thrilling events most take pause to. Krynn possesses many shields to cover herself to others. To understand this child one Must first get close….
GEAR:
•Fingerless black gloves – to hide the scars burned and whipped upon the hands as punishment from her former Ryloth Masters.
•Fingerless black gloves – to hide the scars burned and whipped upon the hands as punishment from her former Ryloth Masters.
Childhood:
No such words of grandeur can be said for this child’s beginning. For it was cruel in its nature even before birth….
Krynn never knew her mother, let alone father, as it was only said that a young woman deep in dept. Came to a wealthy slave trader with intent to settle some of her debts. Within the holdings of that host’s slave quarters Krynn was born and immediately sold. Obviously the girl possessed unique qualities to which the slaver would exploit as he resold the “Girl with the Silver Eyes.”
When deals were struck Krynn was awarded in kind to a wealthy Twi’lek by the name of Gilgedem. This rich Twi’lek placed her in the care of his Twi’Lek Slave maid. A blue skinned woman named Foltra. Whom would become the “mother” figure as the years groomed Krynn in the world of servitude. Foltra is also the woman credited with dawning the human girl with the name, Krynn.
Training was blunt growing up. When of the age to walk she was dressed neatly and presented to Party guests as a pleasing spot to the eye. Not many humans with white hair and silver eyes after all. However Foltra would also have Krynn offer her hands in help to prepare meals and set tables. Harsh lessons for a girl her age when spilling refreshments or dropping fragile finery would become the only polishing moments of her raising. Such was the life of a slave.
At the age of five Krynn was instructed in the ways of dance like many pretty slave females on Ryloth. However it was something the child came to enjoy and, come to find, was actually very talented in the art. Smooth movements of grace and beauty seemed to be hers. Dolgotha, her Twi’Lek instructor encouraged her to excel in her talent becoming yet another figure Krynn could look up to. However as Krynn aged her beauty became obvious. Her Master Gilgedem took note. Plans set in motion for her grim future placed firmly in his mind. However this was also a bit of a blessing. When punished Krynn was only flogged upon her hands to not “taint” the rest of her growing form. Which Gilgedem saw as decreased value should any harm set the rest of her body the way her scared hands had become over the years.
Passing into her seventh birthday her Master fell on fallen times. His banks were breaking while values in his businesses were falling as well. He sought an immediate escape….
One day he thought to sell the child to pay of some debts when the strangest thing occurred. Krynn came into the dining hall, as she did every morning, to clean and prepare the hall for the day. Gilgedem watched from view as Krynn looked to the video display of a Pod race coverage. He swore the child’s eyes changed as she starred at the screen when suddenly she stated out loud who might win the race. To his astonishment the one she chose pulled out of last into the final lap winning the race entirely. No way this child would know…Was it luck or more? Gilgedem was desperate. He confronted Krynn immediately.
That same night he strapped Krynn to a chair in front of coverage of one such Pod race demanding the child to tell him who would win. Krynn panicked and sobbed in denial. Stating she did not know. That it only came to her. Her Master cruelly plagued her body with torchure. Utilizing a device that ignited the nerves beneath her skin though not breaking it at the same time. It seemed the child told the truth as she could not muster up an answer. Thus Foltra was brought before Krynn.
Placing her “mother” subject to the same torchure. Krynn was again asked the same question. Tears rolled down the girls cheeks in horror as the life drained from Foltra. As the last breath was breathed from the Twi’Lek Krynn’s mind saw a glimpses of the winner. Screaming out her answer. Gilgedem watched as the prediction proved true with a twisted smile….
Many more Pod races would follow with Gilgedem’s name calling every single one right. The loss of Foltra did not stain his holding over Krynn as he only threatened the same fate of Krynn's dance instructor if she failed him. Krynn had no choice but to work at her gift should the last one she cared for suffer the same fate….Thus dark seeds of hate were planted....
Krynn is now nine of age and under Gilgedem’s chains still. A dark side of her calls to the heavens when she uses her power as anger for her Master pulses in defiance. A pulse that some may yet hear….For Krynn is no natural Force-Sensitive. Young and not of grand power but of great potential with her power. It would only take one being to shape her into something Grand or Terrifying….
....Visions of things not yet come to pass....
Tidal Lock - Krynn meets Lucifer for the first time.
Torn Asunder, Galuch - (On going...)
No such words of grandeur can be said for this child’s beginning. For it was cruel in its nature even before birth….
Krynn never knew her mother, let alone father, as it was only said that a young woman deep in dept. Came to a wealthy slave trader with intent to settle some of her debts. Within the holdings of that host’s slave quarters Krynn was born and immediately sold. Obviously the girl possessed unique qualities to which the slaver would exploit as he resold the “Girl with the Silver Eyes.”
When deals were struck Krynn was awarded in kind to a wealthy Twi’lek by the name of Gilgedem. This rich Twi’lek placed her in the care of his Twi’Lek Slave maid. A blue skinned woman named Foltra. Whom would become the “mother” figure as the years groomed Krynn in the world of servitude. Foltra is also the woman credited with dawning the human girl with the name, Krynn.
Training was blunt growing up. When of the age to walk she was dressed neatly and presented to Party guests as a pleasing spot to the eye. Not many humans with white hair and silver eyes after all. However Foltra would also have Krynn offer her hands in help to prepare meals and set tables. Harsh lessons for a girl her age when spilling refreshments or dropping fragile finery would become the only polishing moments of her raising. Such was the life of a slave.
At the age of five Krynn was instructed in the ways of dance like many pretty slave females on Ryloth. However it was something the child came to enjoy and, come to find, was actually very talented in the art. Smooth movements of grace and beauty seemed to be hers. Dolgotha, her Twi’Lek instructor encouraged her to excel in her talent becoming yet another figure Krynn could look up to. However as Krynn aged her beauty became obvious. Her Master Gilgedem took note. Plans set in motion for her grim future placed firmly in his mind. However this was also a bit of a blessing. When punished Krynn was only flogged upon her hands to not “taint” the rest of her growing form. Which Gilgedem saw as decreased value should any harm set the rest of her body the way her scared hands had become over the years.
Passing into her seventh birthday her Master fell on fallen times. His banks were breaking while values in his businesses were falling as well. He sought an immediate escape….
One day he thought to sell the child to pay of some debts when the strangest thing occurred. Krynn came into the dining hall, as she did every morning, to clean and prepare the hall for the day. Gilgedem watched from view as Krynn looked to the video display of a Pod race coverage. He swore the child’s eyes changed as she starred at the screen when suddenly she stated out loud who might win the race. To his astonishment the one she chose pulled out of last into the final lap winning the race entirely. No way this child would know…Was it luck or more? Gilgedem was desperate. He confronted Krynn immediately.
That same night he strapped Krynn to a chair in front of coverage of one such Pod race demanding the child to tell him who would win. Krynn panicked and sobbed in denial. Stating she did not know. That it only came to her. Her Master cruelly plagued her body with torchure. Utilizing a device that ignited the nerves beneath her skin though not breaking it at the same time. It seemed the child told the truth as she could not muster up an answer. Thus Foltra was brought before Krynn.
Placing her “mother” subject to the same torchure. Krynn was again asked the same question. Tears rolled down the girls cheeks in horror as the life drained from Foltra. As the last breath was breathed from the Twi’Lek Krynn’s mind saw a glimpses of the winner. Screaming out her answer. Gilgedem watched as the prediction proved true with a twisted smile….
Many more Pod races would follow with Gilgedem’s name calling every single one right. The loss of Foltra did not stain his holding over Krynn as he only threatened the same fate of Krynn's dance instructor if she failed him. Krynn had no choice but to work at her gift should the last one she cared for suffer the same fate….Thus dark seeds of hate were planted....
Krynn is now nine of age and under Gilgedem’s chains still. A dark side of her calls to the heavens when she uses her power as anger for her Master pulses in defiance. A pulse that some may yet hear….For Krynn is no natural Force-Sensitive. Young and not of grand power but of great potential with her power. It would only take one being to shape her into something Grand or Terrifying….
....Visions of things not yet come to pass....
Tidal Lock - Krynn meets Lucifer for the first time.
Torn Asunder, Galuch - (On going...)
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