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<div align="center">Grand Admiral Corsangeles
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Name: Remith "Remy" Corsangeles
Aliases: None
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Species: Zeltron
Homeplanet: Zeltros
Affiliation: Sith
Rank: Grand Admiral of the Sith Navy
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Skin: Reddish-pink
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Weaponry: The Zhaboka is a traditional weapon of the Iridonians, but Remy, taking a liking to it, crafted one herself. This particular Zhaboka is cortosis-woven, and each blade head on the double-bladed weapon has large serrated edges perfect for rending flesh.
This Sith has a fetish with the Zabraks, apparently, as her rifle is of Iridonian make as well. The Zabrak Blaster Carbine that Remy carries with her in times of battle is a dangerous weapon. The technology surrounding this baby is complicated, so it cannot be upgraded. Fortunately, it has little need to be upgraded.
Clothes: As with most Zeltons, Corsangeles prefers skimpy and exotic clothing. It is woven of the finest fabrics, and though it offers no protection in battle, it protects against extreme hot and cold temperatures. It is lightweight, and functional for the elegant style of combat that Remy prefers.
Other Gear: A com-device is generally clipped to the Zeltron's hip, but she rarely carries more than that with her. She has been seen before with small, assassin's knives, Sith Power Gauntlets, Defel Mimickers, Arkanian Blinders, Verpine Energy Shields, and other exotic weaponry provided very generously by the Sith. It is also known that she has a Universal D-Package implant in her brain.
Main Allies: None
Main Enemies: None
Main Slaves: None/Darman.
Main Rancors: Arr'Rargh
Appearance: Although not especially good looking by Zeltron standards, Remy is generally considered attractive by most humans and near-humans. Her clothing is of fine quality and adorned with a few Sith patterns and markings. As a general rule of thumb, her hair is worn long and flowing.
Strengths: Corsangeles is well suited to life as a representative of the Sith Empire. Whether it's at the head of an invading fleet or at a meeting with Ithorian emissaries, Remy maneouvres with adroitness. Her ability to emit pheromones, read, and influence emotions makes her incredibly potent in terms of negotiating and conversation. In battle, her quick wits and natural instinct make her a capable strategist.
Weaknesses: Like most inhabitants of Zeltros, Rem'ith Corsangeles is a party animal. She enjoys a good time as much as anyone, and the lure of the finer things in life has pulled at her heart more than once. She's maybe not quite suited to being a Sith, because, despite her skill in handling situations, her emotions often get the better of her. Instead of being filled with rage and a lust for power like most Sith, Remy, just considers battle just another adrenaline rush.another outlet for her energy. Her loyalty and her determination are oftentimes the main question in terms of her ability.
Skills and Abilities: Remy, being a Zeltron, emits a certain pheromone that increases her allure. Another trait her species has inherited is the ability to determine and change other people's emotions, affording her some amount of control over others. She is trained in the art of combat, and though not the best warrior in the Empire, is certainly among the top ranked.
Bio: Her upbringing was nothing special, and she was born the youngest of four siblings. Even at an early age, "Remy", as nicknamed by her oldest brother, showed signs of being a true Zelton at heart; she spurned her chores and work, instead favoring the life of a daredevil. By age six, she was climbing and jumping off the tallest things she could find, only to land perfectly unharmed. By ten, she had become a bigger nuisance, taking any dares and bets any of the other kids would give her. When she became a teenager, her problems increased accordingly. She transferred from school to school, either because she was failing all her classes or because she had caused such a big ruckus that they'd kicked her out. When she was seventeen, things culminated for her.
Despite the Zeltrons' incredible metabolisms, the amount of spice she'd taken was rediculous. Carsunum was one of the deadliest things on the market, and she'd spent all her credits on that last hit. As she lay in the hospital bed, convulsing from the effects of the drugs, her parents made a decision that would affect her for the rest of their daughter's life. Tears in their eyes, they left Remy, leaving her to her own devices. She'd need to realize that her parents wouldn't always be there to help her and her actions could leave her dead. Besides, they could hardly take it if another overdose might've happened.
The young Zeltron, unsurprisingly, didn't see things that way. When she recovered to find her parents missing, she boldly sprang from her bed and sprinted out into the streets, running nowhere in particular. It was then that she lost herself among the streets of Zeltros, hurt and alone. Vowing not to touch spice again, she had little to do until a fateful turning point only six weeks later.
It was said that when a person saw a true Jedi stand before them, they oftentimes could feel the power, the confidence, the aura of good emanating from him. Across the galaxy people dreamt of joining the Order's elite ranks after having firsthand experience with members of the Order. Remy felt these effects as well, but in a different way entirely.
The presence of a Sith Master, in contrast, was one of sadistic evil and cruelty. Generally, those who dared to gaze upon a dark sider's visage were struck with overwhelming fear. Corsangeles was different however. As she looked on at the incident from afar, she could read the Sith's emotions like a book, they were so strong. He was happy He had taken a perverse pleasure in slaughtering those innocent Zeltrons, and after stepping out of her hiding spot in the shadows, so had she.
Soon after being willingly conscripted into the Sith's ranks, Remy felt incredible guilt. She realized her sins, and she knew inside her that killing for the fun of it was wrong. She wept for those she had killed each day and each night, and yet something drove her forward in her training. Those months on Korriban transformed her, but not in the way the Sith had hoped. Instead, she became numb to anyone's feelings but her own. The rush of battle had somewhat worn off, but she could also no longer feel guilty for those she had wronged.
The years and scars bore deep into the Zeltron and truly formed her into a tool of the Sith. She took every available job the Sith had to offer simply for the self-indulgence it provided. Her skills grew and her unwillingness to do wrong lessened as time went on. Right or wrong, it hardly mattered as long as she got a kick out of it. This made her an easily wielded weapon for the Sith; just point her in the right direction and she'd do the job just for the sake of doing the job. However, it also made her a double-edged sword; on more than one occasion, Remy has done what is generally considered morally right just because she thought it'd be more fun.
Knowing her worth to the Sith, and using her ability to persuade and influence others, Remy eventually parlayed her talents into higher and higher positions with the Sith. It was all a game to her, and after some time, she came to hold her current rank within the Empire's navy. Though obtaining the position was pleasurable in and of itself, the position also afforded Corsangeles the power to assign herself whatever dangerous and insane missions she wished, and in the end that was what convinced the Dark Lord to give her that position.
It turned out to be a wise decision, as the Zeltron has led the Sith Empire's armies to victory on countless battles during the past years of their assault on the galaxy. The next big battle in the works, Remy simply waits, ready for when it comes. Because when it does emerge, the Zeltron will certainly be at the front lines, doing what she has done all her life; thrill seeking.
RPs
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Duels
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This shall perhaps go through a bit of editing still. We shall see.
Name: Remith "Remy" Corsangeles
Aliases: None
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Species: Zeltron
Homeplanet: Zeltros
Affiliation: Sith
Rank: Grand Admiral of the Sith Navy
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Skin: Reddish-pink
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Weaponry: The Zhaboka is a traditional weapon of the Iridonians, but Remy, taking a liking to it, crafted one herself. This particular Zhaboka is cortosis-woven, and each blade head on the double-bladed weapon has large serrated edges perfect for rending flesh.
This Sith has a fetish with the Zabraks, apparently, as her rifle is of Iridonian make as well. The Zabrak Blaster Carbine that Remy carries with her in times of battle is a dangerous weapon. The technology surrounding this baby is complicated, so it cannot be upgraded. Fortunately, it has little need to be upgraded.
Clothes: As with most Zeltons, Corsangeles prefers skimpy and exotic clothing. It is woven of the finest fabrics, and though it offers no protection in battle, it protects against extreme hot and cold temperatures. It is lightweight, and functional for the elegant style of combat that Remy prefers.
Other Gear: A com-device is generally clipped to the Zeltron's hip, but she rarely carries more than that with her. She has been seen before with small, assassin's knives, Sith Power Gauntlets, Defel Mimickers, Arkanian Blinders, Verpine Energy Shields, and other exotic weaponry provided very generously by the Sith. It is also known that she has a Universal D-Package implant in her brain.
Main Allies: None
Main Enemies: None
Main Slaves: None/Darman.
Main Rancors: Arr'Rargh
Appearance: Although not especially good looking by Zeltron standards, Remy is generally considered attractive by most humans and near-humans. Her clothing is of fine quality and adorned with a few Sith patterns and markings. As a general rule of thumb, her hair is worn long and flowing.
Strengths: Corsangeles is well suited to life as a representative of the Sith Empire. Whether it's at the head of an invading fleet or at a meeting with Ithorian emissaries, Remy maneouvres with adroitness. Her ability to emit pheromones, read, and influence emotions makes her incredibly potent in terms of negotiating and conversation. In battle, her quick wits and natural instinct make her a capable strategist.
Weaknesses: Like most inhabitants of Zeltros, Rem'ith Corsangeles is a party animal. She enjoys a good time as much as anyone, and the lure of the finer things in life has pulled at her heart more than once. She's maybe not quite suited to being a Sith, because, despite her skill in handling situations, her emotions often get the better of her. Instead of being filled with rage and a lust for power like most Sith, Remy, just considers battle just another adrenaline rush.another outlet for her energy. Her loyalty and her determination are oftentimes the main question in terms of her ability.
Skills and Abilities: Remy, being a Zeltron, emits a certain pheromone that increases her allure. Another trait her species has inherited is the ability to determine and change other people's emotions, affording her some amount of control over others. She is trained in the art of combat, and though not the best warrior in the Empire, is certainly among the top ranked.
Bio: Her upbringing was nothing special, and she was born the youngest of four siblings. Even at an early age, "Remy", as nicknamed by her oldest brother, showed signs of being a true Zelton at heart; she spurned her chores and work, instead favoring the life of a daredevil. By age six, she was climbing and jumping off the tallest things she could find, only to land perfectly unharmed. By ten, she had become a bigger nuisance, taking any dares and bets any of the other kids would give her. When she became a teenager, her problems increased accordingly. She transferred from school to school, either because she was failing all her classes or because she had caused such a big ruckus that they'd kicked her out. When she was seventeen, things culminated for her.
Despite the Zeltrons' incredible metabolisms, the amount of spice she'd taken was rediculous. Carsunum was one of the deadliest things on the market, and she'd spent all her credits on that last hit. As she lay in the hospital bed, convulsing from the effects of the drugs, her parents made a decision that would affect her for the rest of their daughter's life. Tears in their eyes, they left Remy, leaving her to her own devices. She'd need to realize that her parents wouldn't always be there to help her and her actions could leave her dead. Besides, they could hardly take it if another overdose might've happened.
The young Zeltron, unsurprisingly, didn't see things that way. When she recovered to find her parents missing, she boldly sprang from her bed and sprinted out into the streets, running nowhere in particular. It was then that she lost herself among the streets of Zeltros, hurt and alone. Vowing not to touch spice again, she had little to do until a fateful turning point only six weeks later.
It was said that when a person saw a true Jedi stand before them, they oftentimes could feel the power, the confidence, the aura of good emanating from him. Across the galaxy people dreamt of joining the Order's elite ranks after having firsthand experience with members of the Order. Remy felt these effects as well, but in a different way entirely.
The presence of a Sith Master, in contrast, was one of sadistic evil and cruelty. Generally, those who dared to gaze upon a dark sider's visage were struck with overwhelming fear. Corsangeles was different however. As she looked on at the incident from afar, she could read the Sith's emotions like a book, they were so strong. He was happy He had taken a perverse pleasure in slaughtering those innocent Zeltrons, and after stepping out of her hiding spot in the shadows, so had she.
Soon after being willingly conscripted into the Sith's ranks, Remy felt incredible guilt. She realized her sins, and she knew inside her that killing for the fun of it was wrong. She wept for those she had killed each day and each night, and yet something drove her forward in her training. Those months on Korriban transformed her, but not in the way the Sith had hoped. Instead, she became numb to anyone's feelings but her own. The rush of battle had somewhat worn off, but she could also no longer feel guilty for those she had wronged.
The years and scars bore deep into the Zeltron and truly formed her into a tool of the Sith. She took every available job the Sith had to offer simply for the self-indulgence it provided. Her skills grew and her unwillingness to do wrong lessened as time went on. Right or wrong, it hardly mattered as long as she got a kick out of it. This made her an easily wielded weapon for the Sith; just point her in the right direction and she'd do the job just for the sake of doing the job. However, it also made her a double-edged sword; on more than one occasion, Remy has done what is generally considered morally right just because she thought it'd be more fun.
Knowing her worth to the Sith, and using her ability to persuade and influence others, Remy eventually parlayed her talents into higher and higher positions with the Sith. It was all a game to her, and after some time, she came to hold her current rank within the Empire's navy. Though obtaining the position was pleasurable in and of itself, the position also afforded Corsangeles the power to assign herself whatever dangerous and insane missions she wished, and in the end that was what convinced the Dark Lord to give her that position.
It turned out to be a wise decision, as the Zeltron has led the Sith Empire's armies to victory on countless battles during the past years of their assault on the galaxy. The next big battle in the works, Remy simply waits, ready for when it comes. Because when it does emerge, the Zeltron will certainly be at the front lines, doing what she has done all her life; thrill seeking.
RPs
N/A
Duels
N/A
This shall perhaps go through a bit of editing still. We shall see.
