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A little girl is standing in the middle of a room, stock still. Her eyes glow unnaturally, but she moves not. It is freezing, she must be cold, but it seems she is perfectly warm. A dress, torn and mangled, hangs limply on her bony frame. It's obvious she is malnourished, bones jut sharply out of her skin and can be seen through the fabric of her dress. The room is devoid of any other life, and a single candle dangles from the roof, illuminating but a circle in the middle of the room. It may have been grand once, but now whatever expensive wallpaper may once have been on the walls hung limply off of it, the last, discoloured vestiges of luxury attempting to cling to the walls, which revealed a smooth stone surface underneath. The little girl stays completely still, not even blinking. It appears there are no windows in the room either, but a single door, which is locked and chained. Everything is rusted and decayed, as if no-one has even been in the room for years.
Then she moves, slowly and gradually. First a single finger, twitching in an odd manner. Then the whole hand begins to spasm, she blinks rapidly, her tiny eyelashes fluttering. The horrible movements move up her arm, slowly consuming her body like a terrible disease and she is powerless to resist. Fear flashes across her eyes, the first acknowledgement of emotion that has ever came from her so far. Her whole body is shaking now, shivering and jerking around inhumanly like some kind of rag doll controlled by a higher being. Then she stops, and screams a blood-curdling scream. The very walls shake, and dust falls from the roof, billowing out like a cloud. Her mouth is open wide, too wide, as if her very jaw is unhinged, and that sound that is coming from her lungs is like nothing a little girl could ever produce; it is like a banshee. The walls are shaking more violently now, threatening to collapse. The weak room is crumbling, chunks of debris falling from the roof. As suddenly as she started screaming, however, she stops, swaying on the spot. Then she collapses into a heap on the floor, shuddering and jerking around still, until she is silent and utterly still again, the only thing moving her pretty little terrified eyes, their glow dimmer and dimmer as she swirls into unconsciousness.
Her name is Niona Telbach, and she is an Anzati girl, the daughter of two rich traders. They disappeared not long ago, in suspicious circumstances. The 'room' she was standing in was the hold of her family's personal ship, the Star's Grace. They were on their way to Coruscant when they mysteriously disappeared. All three were assumed dead after various search missions proved unfruitful. Mr and Mrs Telbach were never found, but little Niona lived on the ship, locked in her playroom. She lived off of the mould that grew on the walls for weeks, until the ship floated close enough to Ando Prime. By now, the Bogan were actively seeking Force Sensitives, and little Niona was felt as a force sensitive after they brought the ship down onto the surface - hoping to find treasure. They indeed found treasure in the form of hundreds of disgusting, mouldy pieces of Corellian fruit. The whole ship was disgusting, vile and barely held together. Perhaps the strangest thing was that when little Niona was led from the remains of her family's prized vessel, it collapsed. She had been holding it together all this time through her own will.
The seizures she suffered on the ship, and still frequently did for years afterwards was a result of the emotional trauma she had suffered when her parents had disappeared. Her memories from that period are heavily suppressed, and she takes pills to keep it so. She was trained in the ways of the Dark Side and of the lightsaber, but remained completely mute for years and years, until she reached the age where she could be considered an Acolyte. Even now, she speaks only rarely, and her communication skills leave a lot to be desired, but she seemingly understands all.
Her lightsaber is a simple, red bladed construction that she made herself. She wears dark clothing at all times, and usually a hood over most of her face too. She is often seen wandering the halls of the Temple on Ando Prime, silently and eerily. A thirst for power is present within her, and she is emotionally devoid due to the repression of many of her early memories of living with her family and their subsequent disappearance. She is truly a killing machine, and a dangerous one if trained.
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