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BIOGRAPHY
NAME: Vale Sokolov
AGE: 22
SPECIES: Hapan
FACTION: Jedi Exiles
RANK: Apprentice - Sorceress
Level: One
HEIGHT: 1.62m
WEIGHT: 56kg
HAIR COLOR: Blonde
EYE COLOR: Green
Sub-Account: Link
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Born into the world, squalling, wriggling, Vale was soon initiated into the ways of mysticism and intrigue. Her mother, part of a small coven of former Jedi that had split off from some of the larger hosts of dark side wielders. She had not given birth out of love or desire. But of necessity, purpose and her own ends. Their group believed in the sciences of Eugenics. To breed better, stronger Force users with the end result of breeding such beings as the Galaxy had never known. It was a long-term, laborious plan. Vale was one that was supposed to show such a spark. Her mother had bedded her father, a man of no little means within the Cluster. He had been targetted for the limited gift of foresight (And potential with the Force) to which he partly owed his fame and fortune. This was what her mother had wished to bring back and to breed into the fold.
Yet to her mother's disappointment Vale did not seem to share her unnamed father's prophetic abilities. She showed promise in other areas regardless. Her gift of the Force was her saving grace. Untapped, raw potential to be molded and its flames stoked over the years to be forged into something more and to serve as the vessel for future generations. Such was their intention even as a rival group of wielders now felt threatened by the possibilities and implications that such a radical plan may well tip the scales in the other's favor. Such was the instability between these two rival groups that they eventually came to blows.
All of sixteen, Vale saw the grueling, depressing future as a broodmare. To be someone not of her own making. And then she saw it come crashing down around her. Such brooding thoughts had clouded her mind at the onset of evening, as she was returning with several others of her age carting supplies from the nearest city.
Perhaps it was a sign or mere happenstance, yet the opportunity to be free of such a life presented itself. Two powers broke against themselves. Their coven and a larger sect of darksiders waged a none too silent conflict among the trees and outlying buildings of their compound. Her group had scattered to the winds. Some had been caught, others killed outright. It was among the latter that she hid. For what she had learned among her kith and kin aided her that bloody evening for these others did not look as closely as they should have. It was as if a divine spark of providence chose to smile on her favorably as they passed her over among the corpses of the slain.
Their compound had been ransacked of whatever valuables were to be had, prisoners now to become slaves were gathered from those of the surviving young as well as the old. The now silent set of buildings began to crackle and pop as fires set minutes before spread. Spoils in hand, satiated from their bloodlust with their rage spent, they left as quickly as they had arrived, all before the compound's fires would draw the attention of what passed as law enforcement.
Others from the returning group had survived, not that she knew for certain, but she was not the last or so she hoped. The spoils, however, had gone to the victors. A threat had been seemingly expunged from their eyes. Vale was of a mind to let them continue thinking that even as she soon made her escape from them, and Gallinore itself.
After finding the first freighter out of the Cluster, Vale bounced around the Inner; Outer Rim and Colonies for several years. She fell in with a few straggling groups of other Exiles and ne'er do wells, never staying for too long just long enough to sate the rare need for like-minded companionship or to acquire knowledge or something they had that piqued her interest. Such was life, for her, but it was a life however transitory the stay, she always picked up and moved on with no sense of permanence in her vagabond lifestyle.
PERSONALITY
PRACTICAL SKILLS
■■■■■ Piloting | ■■■■■ Survival | ■■■■■ Slicing |
■■■■■ First Aid | ■■■■■ Cooking | ■■■■■ Gambling |
COMBAT SKILLS
■■■■■ Blasters | ■■■■■ Form II | ■■■■■ Form III |
■■■■■ Telekinesis | ■■■■■ Energy Manipulation | ■■■■■ Knives |
EDUCATION
■■■■■ Huttese | ■■■■■ Galactic Basic | ■■■■■ History |
■■■■■ Shyriiwook | ■■■■■ Bartering | ■■■■■ Exile Philosophy |
Vale has a few trust issues and tends to come off as taciturn and shy when dealing with newcomers. If said issues are overcome should someone take the time and effort to befriend her, they will meet someone with a healthy zest for life. Willful, Vale tends to try to do things her way, or in an efficient manner when at all possible to cut down on her workload even when dealing with combatants. She does not visibly display her anger or rage, instead letting it stay in the back of her mind until needed to augment or fuel various darkside abilities.
Despite some the aforementioned quirks, she shows a caring and sympathetic side when dealing with children of unfortunate means. This also holds partly true when confronted by those the Exiles may have kidnapped or indoctrinated into their service, feeling a sort of kinship and shared sympathy for them.
OOC: I'm rubbish at making personalities. I tend to edit them as I play the character to evolve it past the craptacular beginning writeup.
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