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| ATTRIBUTE: | SKILL LEVEL: |
| Strength | 9/10 |
| Dexterity | 8/10 |
| Intelligence | 6/10 |
| Wisdom | 4/10 |
| Charisma | 3/10 |
| FORCE POWER: | SKILL LEVEL: |
| Force Push | Intermediate |
| Force Pull | Intermediate |
| Force Sense | Beginner |
“Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The force shall set me free.”
–Teva Allis
Who am I?
I am Teva Allis. I am a Sith. I serve the Empress. I serve the New Imperium. I bring justice to the galaxy. Some may call me cruel, but I call it unusual tactics. I do it to serve. I am a weapon. I am worthless in all other aspects. I kill not just because I have to, I do it for enjoyment. They say I’m a monster, and I’m okay with that. I’m okay with being a monster. I’m okay with being anything the Order wants me to be.
They say I used to be caring. They say many things about me. They say that I was taken as an infant and put into the New Order due to my connection with the force. I train night and day, so that one day I might be able to be the weapon my masters have foreseen me to be. They tell me I will hunt Jedi, and that sounds enjoyable. Jedi are bad. Jedi are evil. They hide behind a covering of flowers and rainbows, though. They’re cowards, and they will all die due to my lightsaber. I am excited to kill them all.
What do I look like?
My masters tell me I look like many things. They say I have the face the Empire needs- but they are lying. They say that to everyone. I don’t believe them when they tell me all of these wonderful things about me, especially when they put me through cruel training afterwards.
They say I look intimidating- that I could strike fear into any Jedi. I agree with them on that. Most of the other students here look silly, grumpy, and goofy. Not scary. Not like me. The other students here at the academy are weird. Most of them are human. They don’t like aliens. They don’t like people like me. I will prove to them that even aliens can be useful. I will kill them all one day.
My sharp, white fangs, my sickly yellow eyes, my jet black braided hair, and the white markings on my face are just some of the features that make me scary. I am scary. I am very scary. My masters tell me I’m a Cathar. It’s some weird species that I know nothing about. I am the only Cathar here. They say other Cathar’s look pretty, and that I looked pretty before they brought me here. But now they say the dark side has corrupted me. I have no idea what that means. I hope it makes them happy.
What is my personality?
My personality is whatever my masters tell me my personality is. If they want me to be cruel, I will be cruel. If they want me to be nice, I’ll be nice. You get the point I suppose. Secretly, I like being cruel. I like to kill innocent beings. Is that a bad thing? I don’t think it is. I still haven’t grasped my mind around the whole idea of being a Sith yet. It’s scary. They tell me if I fail I die. I don’t want to die.
Some day when the mean people aren’t my masters anymore, I’m going to kill them all. It will be fun. I want to watch them beg. Is something wrong with me? I think this is the way of the Sith. I am still young now. I am still trying to understand their language. They say my sentences are not fluent. I believe them. I talk weirdly when I speak their language. Once I learn, I hope to use my words to scare people. It will be fun. It will be a lot of fun to watch all of them beg for my mercy. And then I can tell them all no.
I was born to be Sith. I will show no mercy. I will give no forgiveness. I will destroy all in the way of the Sith Order. There will be no survivors. They will all die. Every last one of them, no survivors.
What is my purpose?
My purpose is to be Sith. My purpose is to destroy the Alliance, and leave no survivors. To help kill the Jedi. I will hunt them all down.
Unfortunately there is talk of a Resistance forming. Maybe I will help crush that, then I will help expand the borders of the Empire south. There are talks about everything, but there is only one thing I’m interested in. Killing all of the Jedi.
I want to know what it’s like to be in a lightsaber battle. It will be fun. And then I can kill my opponent. I will love killing them. I will savor every moment, and lick their blood, allowing the flavor to sink into my mouth so I may treasure it forever. It will be perfect.
What is my backstory?
I don’t know much of my history. They say I was born on the planet of Cathar. Why are my planet and my species the same thing? It makes no sense. They say I lived in a tree village. And that I was a member of a tribe that thought I was a curse. They thought I was evil because I had special powers. They say they came and killed them all as they raided the village. They kept me because I had powers.
Then they took me to Korriban. I was six by this time. That’s what they say at least, but why wouldn’t I believe them? They began to hurt me, put markings and piercings on me. I don’t know why they did this. Every day they reminded me of pain, and that was their purpose. They surrounded me in darkness, deprived me of sleep, food, and water. They say at first I cried a lot.
I remember them giving me a real lightsaber for a trial of some sort. They brought forth a slave that tried to escape the tombs on Korriban. They told me to kill him. I killed him. Then they told me to enjoy it. They told me to savor the moment. I did. It felt good. They had broken me.
I grew up learning how to use my special powers, and learning how to crush people who stood in my way. They gave me a training blade to kill the monsters in the tomb with. I was afraid of them at first but they told me to turn that fear into anger. I did.
I have been accomplishing my trials over the years, attempting to break out so that I will not be that little girl on Cathar anymore. I won't be an Acolyte. But what I will be is something greater, something the holonet has to write about. Something that will bring my own vision to the galaxy.
For peace is a lie.
Who am I?
I am Teva Allis. I am a Sith. I serve the Empress. I serve the New Imperium. I bring justice to the galaxy. Some may call me cruel, but I call it unusual tactics. I do it to serve. I am a weapon. I am worthless in all other aspects. I kill not just because I have to, I do it for enjoyment. They say I’m a monster, and I’m okay with that. I’m okay with being a monster. I’m okay with being anything the Order wants me to be.
They say I used to be caring. They say many things about me. They say that I was taken as an infant and put into the New Order due to my connection with the force. I train night and day, so that one day I might be able to be the weapon my masters have foreseen me to be. They tell me I will hunt Jedi, and that sounds enjoyable. Jedi are bad. Jedi are evil. They hide behind a covering of flowers and rainbows, though. They’re cowards, and they will all die due to my lightsaber. I am excited to kill them all.
What do I look like?
My masters tell me I look like many things. They say I have the face the Empire needs- but they are lying. They say that to everyone. I don’t believe them when they tell me all of these wonderful things about me, especially when they put me through cruel training afterwards.
They say I look intimidating- that I could strike fear into any Jedi. I agree with them on that. Most of the other students here look silly, grumpy, and goofy. Not scary. Not like me. The other students here at the academy are weird. Most of them are human. They don’t like aliens. They don’t like people like me. I will prove to them that even aliens can be useful. I will kill them all one day.
My sharp, white fangs, my sickly yellow eyes, my jet black braided hair, and the white markings on my face are just some of the features that make me scary. I am scary. I am very scary. My masters tell me I’m a Cathar. It’s some weird species that I know nothing about. I am the only Cathar here. They say other Cathar’s look pretty, and that I looked pretty before they brought me here. But now they say the dark side has corrupted me. I have no idea what that means. I hope it makes them happy.
What is my personality?
My personality is whatever my masters tell me my personality is. If they want me to be cruel, I will be cruel. If they want me to be nice, I’ll be nice. You get the point I suppose. Secretly, I like being cruel. I like to kill innocent beings. Is that a bad thing? I don’t think it is. I still haven’t grasped my mind around the whole idea of being a Sith yet. It’s scary. They tell me if I fail I die. I don’t want to die.
Some day when the mean people aren’t my masters anymore, I’m going to kill them all. It will be fun. I want to watch them beg. Is something wrong with me? I think this is the way of the Sith. I am still young now. I am still trying to understand their language. They say my sentences are not fluent. I believe them. I talk weirdly when I speak their language. Once I learn, I hope to use my words to scare people. It will be fun. It will be a lot of fun to watch all of them beg for my mercy. And then I can tell them all no.
I was born to be Sith. I will show no mercy. I will give no forgiveness. I will destroy all in the way of the Sith Order. There will be no survivors. They will all die. Every last one of them, no survivors.
What is my purpose?
My purpose is to be Sith. My purpose is to destroy the Alliance, and leave no survivors. To help kill the Jedi. I will hunt them all down.
Unfortunately there is talk of a Resistance forming. Maybe I will help crush that, then I will help expand the borders of the Empire south. There are talks about everything, but there is only one thing I’m interested in. Killing all of the Jedi.
I want to know what it’s like to be in a lightsaber battle. It will be fun. And then I can kill my opponent. I will love killing them. I will savor every moment, and lick their blood, allowing the flavor to sink into my mouth so I may treasure it forever. It will be perfect.
What is my backstory?
I don’t know much of my history. They say I was born on the planet of Cathar. Why are my planet and my species the same thing? It makes no sense. They say I lived in a tree village. And that I was a member of a tribe that thought I was a curse. They thought I was evil because I had special powers. They say they came and killed them all as they raided the village. They kept me because I had powers.
Then they took me to Korriban. I was six by this time. That’s what they say at least, but why wouldn’t I believe them? They began to hurt me, put markings and piercings on me. I don’t know why they did this. Every day they reminded me of pain, and that was their purpose. They surrounded me in darkness, deprived me of sleep, food, and water. They say at first I cried a lot.
I remember them giving me a real lightsaber for a trial of some sort. They brought forth a slave that tried to escape the tombs on Korriban. They told me to kill him. I killed him. Then they told me to enjoy it. They told me to savor the moment. I did. It felt good. They had broken me.
I grew up learning how to use my special powers, and learning how to crush people who stood in my way. They gave me a training blade to kill the monsters in the tomb with. I was afraid of them at first but they told me to turn that fear into anger. I did.
I have been accomplishing my trials over the years, attempting to break out so that I will not be that little girl on Cathar anymore. I won't be an Acolyte. But what I will be is something greater, something the holonet has to write about. Something that will bring my own vision to the galaxy.
For peace is a lie.
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