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Species
Gender
Age
Homeworld
Height
Mass
Hair color
Eye color
Force Sensitive?
Rank
Human
Female
17
Indupar
5'4''
125lbs
Dark
Brown
Yes
Acolyte
Gender
Age
Homeworld
Height
Mass
Hair color
Eye color
Force Sensitive?
Rank
Human
Female
17
Indupar
5'4''
125lbs
Dark
Brown
Yes
Acolyte
Renata K'Sahn
Renata still remembers the day she was taken from the Jedi and made to join the Sith. It's one of the few memories of her childhood that still lingers to haunt her dreams. Over the passage of time parts of it have faded, but Renata can still hear the screams of the dying, smell the acrid stench of flesh burned by blaster fire, and more than anything else, that deep pit of despair that hung in her gut while she and many of her classmates were herded onto a Sith transport and whisked away to a strange new hell.
Renata had only been a child, not even a day over ten years old. The Sith ways were harsh and cruel and vile but.. she was easily molded. Pliable, like silly putty but with the strength of duracrete. In this environment Renata flourished, though a part of her would always wonder what she would have been like if Aadya Rasheer hadn't stolen her from the Jedi.
Would she be a good person? Or did the things that made Renata a good Sith acolyte always live inside of her, and they just needed the chance to come out? Maybe she would have failed being a Jedi and the force had simply given her a shortcut, an avenue to bypass all of it and find her true calling in the Sith.
Hard to say.
Regardless of fate or the force, Renata's loyalty to the Sith is strong, and she has no regrets about the life she leads. She hopes to one day return to the Jedi Order, though not in the way they might hope.
Head held high, crimson blade in hand, a smirk of satisfaction on her face.
Renata still remembers the day she was taken from the Jedi and made to join the Sith. It's one of the few memories of her childhood that still lingers to haunt her dreams. Over the passage of time parts of it have faded, but Renata can still hear the screams of the dying, smell the acrid stench of flesh burned by blaster fire, and more than anything else, that deep pit of despair that hung in her gut while she and many of her classmates were herded onto a Sith transport and whisked away to a strange new hell.
Renata had only been a child, not even a day over ten years old. The Sith ways were harsh and cruel and vile but.. she was easily molded. Pliable, like silly putty but with the strength of duracrete. In this environment Renata flourished, though a part of her would always wonder what she would have been like if Aadya Rasheer hadn't stolen her from the Jedi.
Would she be a good person? Or did the things that made Renata a good Sith acolyte always live inside of her, and they just needed the chance to come out? Maybe she would have failed being a Jedi and the force had simply given her a shortcut, an avenue to bypass all of it and find her true calling in the Sith.
Hard to say.
Regardless of fate or the force, Renata's loyalty to the Sith is strong, and she has no regrets about the life she leads. She hopes to one day return to the Jedi Order, though not in the way they might hope.
Head held high, crimson blade in hand, a smirk of satisfaction on her face.
Equipment
Ship:
- Lightsaber, dual phase. Red blade.
- Utility belt
- NalPhone
- BA-10 Astromech named Bongo
- Vibroknife
- Comlink
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