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Nukri Dekira
Former Slave, Sith Acolyte
“Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.”
~ Terry Pratchett, "Reaper Man"
Former Slave, Sith Acolyte
“Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.”
~ Terry Pratchett, "Reaper Man"
Name: Nukri Dekira
Faction: Sith
Rank: Acolyte
Species: Zabrak
Age: 18 years old
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 142lbs
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Black, kept shoulder-length, and usually tied away in a ponytail or left free when not fighting or working
Skin: Crimson red
Credits: 1000
Distinguishing Marks: An intricate, full-body series of matte-black tattoos, and three rows of four small horns on her head
Force Sensitive: Yes
Strength: 7/10
- Training and physical regimen can only get a person so far. Personal preferences and limitations mean that Nukri is not as physically strong as some of her peers in basic physical force, though she still prefers to use her strength when she can.
Dexterity: 8/10
- Using her smaller frame and size to her advantage, Nukri knows she doesn't have the mass to take an onslaught, and knows the best way for her to defend against a blow is to never be there for it to hit in the first place.
Constitution: 9/10
- Time away from captivity and time spent before officially training under a Master mean that Nukri is very fit physically and is in excellent physical health with high stamina.
Intelligence: 6/10
- So-called "street smarts" don't always make for good academic scores and her early time as a slave meant that she was rather restricted in her more proper schooling. She takes to it well, but it will take time.
Wisdom: 4/10
- Most of Nukri's wisdom comes from her time wearing a shock collar as a slave. When one should avert their eyes or talk quietly, when to blend with the background, and things of that nature. The outside world is still new.
Charisma: 5/10
- Nukri lacks the subtlety that many seem to take so well to. When she does coerce others it is either by force, or more blatant and direct use of her body and appearance.
Force Powers:
- An understanding of the core powers, including Push, Pull, Jump, and Sense.
Skills:
- Adept acrobatics
- Rudimentary "slicing" abilities
- Basic training and familiarity with blasters
- Well-trained and practiced swordsmanship
Lightsaber/Sword Forms:
Strengths:
Physically Attractive
- Her appearance alone isn't a strength, so much as her understanding and awareness of it is the strength. She can purposefully use her appearance to lure and entice others if she plays it right.
Quick Learner
- Both an obedience to authority figures teaching her and just a natural predisposition to learning what is taught to her means she has little trouble studying and learning whatever she can get her hands on.
Light On Her Feet
- A lithe frame and time spent training and practicing mean that Nukri is capable of a variety of agile maneuvers, evading enemy strikes, delivering blows coming from a confusing flurry of movements, and the stamina to keep doing it.
Dedicated
- Not shying away from a challenge, Nukri is painfully difficult to dissuade when she has set her mind on something. If she is asked to do something, she will do it, or she will expend everything available to her in the attempt.
Weaknesses:
Social Ineptitude
- Time with a collar around her neck meant that Nukri has trouble dealing with others and interacting socially. There are many nuances beyond seduction and violence which can elude her at times.
Slow to Trust
- Others are outsiders, not to be trusted without proof of their worth. Otherwise, its on the safe side to assume that they only want your back turned to stab you or slap a collar on you when you least expect it.
Loyal to A Fault
- The master is never wrong, as she sees it. Should it come from those she sees as being in authority, it would take tremendous effort and/or brute force to get her to go against her orders.
Prone to "Relapse"
- When addressing her superior or Master, she can at times "relapse" emotionally into a state of idol worship. Unfettered loyalty is the tamest sign of this. It can also bring about hero worship, and at times even one-sided romantic attraction.
Gear:
- Her armor
- 2x Holdout blasters
- 1x two-way communicator
- 1x vibro-sword
- 1x small mess-kit for preparing food in the field
- 1x small medical kit for treating minor wounds
- 1x small brass locket on a leather neck band, containing a picture of Lukas and a small mirror.
Ship:
- N/A
Droids:
- A patched-up Recon-PK series droid names 'Wheels', who spends most of 'his' time in her private quarters or serving as a perch for Rapaa when she has both with her.
Pets:
- A female Convor named Rapaa
Personality:
Nukri doesn't like dealing with other people very often. This is equal parts frustration at her own social short-comings and also out of a distrust of most other people. She seems to act towards others as if she expects at any moment, if she turns her back to them then she's likely to feel the sting of a plunging blade, or the cold bite of a collar clicking into place on her neck. Words are meaningless and she has trouble enough finding the right ones to express herself most of the time anyways, so she is a woman who favors the weight and effect of actions far more than simple words that anybody can say. When Nukri sees fit to voice a promise, she throws herself into it with full force, and whoever she made that promise to can put themselves on a very short list of people she trusts and respects above all others.
While she does her best to learn about others around her, about herself she is a closed case. In her perfect world, nobody would even know her favorite color (purple), much less anything actually important about her. When she learns things about others she always thinks of ways to use them to her advantage, to please others or make them miserable, because they endeared themselves to her in some way or because she seeks to make them miserable or extract some sort of revenge against them.
For a Sith Acolyte, at times moments of mercy may come as surprise. Holding the position to deliver a killing blow, she may turn away out of respect, admiration, or even some form of love for her opponent. She can't explain why these moments come to her but she views them as a weakness she seems to have trouble overcoming.
Biography:
With no home world to call her own, Nukri was born a slave under the ownership of a human woman by the name of Taris Shaall. She never knew her father, because he had been sold away years ago to a high-paying customer, and so was left to be raised by her mother Havroa. For a long time, Nukri didn't know what it was in early childhood that made her different from the other slaves. Past infancy, she could remember very clearly that she was a slave. She wore a collar, she was watched over by the quartet of Kaleesh guards responsible for the slaves' safety, but there was something different. She was not yelled at as often, seldom was she ever harshly punished, and when clients came to purchase slaves she would find herself with one of the Kaleesh until the buyers had left. As she grew up she realized that her mother was different from other slaves. That she was given a weapon and armor. She noticed how her mother often followed Taris and her son Lukas everywhere they went. The truth of the matter was that Taris valued her Kaleesh guards but knew that their loyalty might end with the coming along of a higher paying deal than her own. So in her employ she always made an effort to keep among her slaves one loyal guard. It had started with Nukri's mother and Taris had plans to one day pass Nukri on as the guard for her son.
From a young age she was taught in many things. Taris had noticed her son's affinity even in youth for blasters and things of that nature, so with help of Havroa she had begun to cultivate a familiarity in Nukri for blades and close combat despite her small frame. As they both grew older and more and more of the responsibilities were placed on Lukas, bringing him to travel, Nukri followed. Lukas was seldom if ever seen in a spaceport or on the ship without Nukri close by his side, with a blade close at hand. They were close, some might have called them friends, and at the young age of thirteen through the hazy mist that is a youthful and reckless "love" she had pursued more with him. It was a surprise for her when, despite the collar she wore, Lukas had reciprocated. Though one sad note of this was that, while she did not forbid it, she reminded Lukas that she would never approve of her son taking a slave as his wife when he grew older. As she would later come to describe her relation to Taris and Lukas, she would speak of how one loved her as a second mother, and the other as a husband she could never have. Were it not for the collar about her neck, it would be difficult to think of Nukri as a slave at all.
Yet soon her responsibilities would grow, specifically with the passing of her mother. Havroa was a loyal guard and when Taris came across trouble with a gang on Nar Shaddaa, seemingly backed into a corner with no escape, her mother made herself a distraction and target for the thugs to stall for time while Lukas and Nukri had rushed to meet up with them. By the time they arrived, they cut and blasted their way through the thugs to find a wounded Taris slumped in a corner with Havroa laying dead close by. Stricken by the loss of her true mother, Nukri didn't have long to grieve. She was tasked with keeping both Taris and Lukas safe at this point when she was only fourteen years old. She threw herself into it by burying the grief and anger she felt at her mother's death inside so she could use it in her work. She did exemplary. Until she was nearly sixteen years old, she watched beside her master and lover as many slaves came and went from the cargo hold of their ship. They grew prosperous, with a respectable estate on Tatooine. Though, of course, life was still filled with many exciting runs from authorities or rivals, and close calls as she followed Lukas into whatever trouble the young man's adventurous spirit got him in. She had moved on from her mother's passing as she took solace in the two surviving members of what she considered to be her family.
And then their ship, the Migrant Worker, crashed.
Taris had been right to distrust the other guards she kept, or rather she was right to distrust one. Paid by rival slavers to attempt to kill the three of them, one of her guards had been paid to allow guards on to commit sabotage. The guard had been told small explosives had been rigged in Taris, Lukas, and Nukri's beds set to go off when they laid down. They wouldn't be large enough to penetrate the hull and the rest of the crew would be unharmed unless they were in the room. Yet he was lied to. The charges were set in the engine room to destroy the engine. They were pre-timed once activated remotely to detonate just as the Migrant Worker would hit atmosphere. All those aboard would have died. Nukri owes her life to an unplanned course correction due to a sudden spike in traffic along their original route. They weren't more than five hundred feet over the brier forests of Wasskah when the charges went off. Taris had been on the bridge, monitoring the flight plan for anymore needs for changes, while Lukas and snuck away with Nukri to one of the more secluded areas of the ship to spend time, in an adorably non-carnal fashion, reading a book together he had bought for her only a year ago in the old tradition they'd kept ever since his mother had taken to teaching them both how to read and write.
The bridge was wrecked, crashing against trees, busting its way through, and ending up dipping into a lake. Nukri and Lukas were thrown about his quarters at impact and he had broke his neck slamming against the bulkhead before he'd even realized what was going on. Nukri was fortunate enough to only be knocked unconscious, though she would swear she wished she had died there instead. When she came to, she found herself eye-to-lens with 'Wheels': Lukas' "pet" droid that he'd found discarded in a scrapyard years ago on Tatooine. Laying across the tilted room from her, Lukas was dead. In the moment she'd been too hazy-minded to realize this. She was acting on instinct. They were in danger, or had been, and something had gone terribly wrong. She needed to get Lukas off the ship in case whoever it was that had done this came aboard to finish them off. She'd carried his body out of the ship and on the way she'd nearly thrown up at the carnage she'd seen. Bodies of the crew and the few slaves they'd had aboard across the halls or smashed against bulkheads and walls. When she'd gotten out of the ship, she'd set Lukas down on the shore of the lake. By then reality had begun to set in. She realized how cool and pale his skin was, the way his eyes had lost the glow of life, and a dramatic soul would say she cried so loud and so long that there wasn't a single animal in or near the lake that did not hear her. She was lost.
She searched the ship, walking the suddenly empty, and quiet halls. She could recognize every guard, every crew member, and silently cursed whatever greater deities that were listening to have done this to her. In the absence of Master Taris or Lukas, 'Wheels' followed her. There were only her footsteps, her choked sobs at each familiar face, and the whirring of 'Wheels' to fill the sudden void. From her own belongings, she recovered her few precious belongings: a communicator, a field kit for preparing food, a medical kit, and her vibro-sword. From Lukas' she found a pair of old holdout blasters, and in a brief moment of joy she found that somehow Rapaa had survived the ordeal. Freeing Master Taris' pet Convor from its cage, the bird had found a perch on her shoulder. So it was the three of them: a Zabrak slave bodyguard, an Recon-PK droid, and a young Convor. For days Nukri wandered the jungles lost. It was by some small miracle that she ran across an Imperial scouting patrol. A small party that didn't shoot her on sight. By some show of mercy, their commander wished to speak with her instead when he saw she was obviously no enemy, and upon explaining her story he'd shown pity on her. Room aboard their shuttle from a casualty earlier in their mission meant they made room for her to come back with them.
From there, at fifteen, and now in Imperial hands it wasn't long before she was found by the Sith for her force sensitivity. She was quickly taken in for training. With what was quickly becoming a new home, a place that taught and encouraged her to embrace her anger and rage at the deaths of those she had loved, and where she could embrace the swirling emotions within her from it all: she took to studying the Sith ways with passionate and energy until one day a Master would finally come to her, to take her on as their Acolyte.
From a young age she was taught in many things. Taris had noticed her son's affinity even in youth for blasters and things of that nature, so with help of Havroa she had begun to cultivate a familiarity in Nukri for blades and close combat despite her small frame. As they both grew older and more and more of the responsibilities were placed on Lukas, bringing him to travel, Nukri followed. Lukas was seldom if ever seen in a spaceport or on the ship without Nukri close by his side, with a blade close at hand. They were close, some might have called them friends, and at the young age of thirteen through the hazy mist that is a youthful and reckless "love" she had pursued more with him. It was a surprise for her when, despite the collar she wore, Lukas had reciprocated. Though one sad note of this was that, while she did not forbid it, she reminded Lukas that she would never approve of her son taking a slave as his wife when he grew older. As she would later come to describe her relation to Taris and Lukas, she would speak of how one loved her as a second mother, and the other as a husband she could never have. Were it not for the collar about her neck, it would be difficult to think of Nukri as a slave at all.
Yet soon her responsibilities would grow, specifically with the passing of her mother. Havroa was a loyal guard and when Taris came across trouble with a gang on Nar Shaddaa, seemingly backed into a corner with no escape, her mother made herself a distraction and target for the thugs to stall for time while Lukas and Nukri had rushed to meet up with them. By the time they arrived, they cut and blasted their way through the thugs to find a wounded Taris slumped in a corner with Havroa laying dead close by. Stricken by the loss of her true mother, Nukri didn't have long to grieve. She was tasked with keeping both Taris and Lukas safe at this point when she was only fourteen years old. She threw herself into it by burying the grief and anger she felt at her mother's death inside so she could use it in her work. She did exemplary. Until she was nearly sixteen years old, she watched beside her master and lover as many slaves came and went from the cargo hold of their ship. They grew prosperous, with a respectable estate on Tatooine. Though, of course, life was still filled with many exciting runs from authorities or rivals, and close calls as she followed Lukas into whatever trouble the young man's adventurous spirit got him in. She had moved on from her mother's passing as she took solace in the two surviving members of what she considered to be her family.
And then their ship, the Migrant Worker, crashed.
Taris had been right to distrust the other guards she kept, or rather she was right to distrust one. Paid by rival slavers to attempt to kill the three of them, one of her guards had been paid to allow guards on to commit sabotage. The guard had been told small explosives had been rigged in Taris, Lukas, and Nukri's beds set to go off when they laid down. They wouldn't be large enough to penetrate the hull and the rest of the crew would be unharmed unless they were in the room. Yet he was lied to. The charges were set in the engine room to destroy the engine. They were pre-timed once activated remotely to detonate just as the Migrant Worker would hit atmosphere. All those aboard would have died. Nukri owes her life to an unplanned course correction due to a sudden spike in traffic along their original route. They weren't more than five hundred feet over the brier forests of Wasskah when the charges went off. Taris had been on the bridge, monitoring the flight plan for anymore needs for changes, while Lukas and snuck away with Nukri to one of the more secluded areas of the ship to spend time, in an adorably non-carnal fashion, reading a book together he had bought for her only a year ago in the old tradition they'd kept ever since his mother had taken to teaching them both how to read and write.
The bridge was wrecked, crashing against trees, busting its way through, and ending up dipping into a lake. Nukri and Lukas were thrown about his quarters at impact and he had broke his neck slamming against the bulkhead before he'd even realized what was going on. Nukri was fortunate enough to only be knocked unconscious, though she would swear she wished she had died there instead. When she came to, she found herself eye-to-lens with 'Wheels': Lukas' "pet" droid that he'd found discarded in a scrapyard years ago on Tatooine. Laying across the tilted room from her, Lukas was dead. In the moment she'd been too hazy-minded to realize this. She was acting on instinct. They were in danger, or had been, and something had gone terribly wrong. She needed to get Lukas off the ship in case whoever it was that had done this came aboard to finish them off. She'd carried his body out of the ship and on the way she'd nearly thrown up at the carnage she'd seen. Bodies of the crew and the few slaves they'd had aboard across the halls or smashed against bulkheads and walls. When she'd gotten out of the ship, she'd set Lukas down on the shore of the lake. By then reality had begun to set in. She realized how cool and pale his skin was, the way his eyes had lost the glow of life, and a dramatic soul would say she cried so loud and so long that there wasn't a single animal in or near the lake that did not hear her. She was lost.
She searched the ship, walking the suddenly empty, and quiet halls. She could recognize every guard, every crew member, and silently cursed whatever greater deities that were listening to have done this to her. In the absence of Master Taris or Lukas, 'Wheels' followed her. There were only her footsteps, her choked sobs at each familiar face, and the whirring of 'Wheels' to fill the sudden void. From her own belongings, she recovered her few precious belongings: a communicator, a field kit for preparing food, a medical kit, and her vibro-sword. From Lukas' she found a pair of old holdout blasters, and in a brief moment of joy she found that somehow Rapaa had survived the ordeal. Freeing Master Taris' pet Convor from its cage, the bird had found a perch on her shoulder. So it was the three of them: a Zabrak slave bodyguard, an Recon-PK droid, and a young Convor. For days Nukri wandered the jungles lost. It was by some small miracle that she ran across an Imperial scouting patrol. A small party that didn't shoot her on sight. By some show of mercy, their commander wished to speak with her instead when he saw she was obviously no enemy, and upon explaining her story he'd shown pity on her. Room aboard their shuttle from a casualty earlier in their mission meant they made room for her to come back with them.
From there, at fifteen, and now in Imperial hands it wasn't long before she was found by the Sith for her force sensitivity. She was quickly taken in for training. With what was quickly becoming a new home, a place that taught and encouraged her to embrace her anger and rage at the deaths of those she had loved, and where she could embrace the swirling emotions within her from it all: she took to studying the Sith ways with passionate and energy until one day a Master would finally come to her, to take her on as their Acolyte.
Kills:
- N/A
Bounties Collected:
- N/A
Dueling Ring Matches:
- N/A
Grand Tournament Matches:
- N/A
Role-Plays:
Training
Empathy: Emotional Projections - Learning the basics of Empathy [IN PROGRESS]
Back and Forth - Learning Telekinesis under Crusader Nox [IN PROGRESS]
Channeling the Darkness Within - Learning the arts of alteration under Crusader Nox [IN PROGRESS]
Jolts of Power - Learning Force Spark under Crusader Nox [IN PROGRESS]
Main Story
Attack on Anoth: The Jedi Training Room - Nukri and Experiment 16 meet two Jedi Padawans in combat. [IN PROGRESS]
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