Akuma Shisu - Selene, Daughter of Pain

[Ignatius]

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|| THE BASICS ||
Full Name: Akuma Shisu
Pronunciation: Ah-ku-ma She-sue
Nickname/Alias: Red-eyed Demon, Raven's Blade, Selene
Meaning: Akuma Shisu literally translates to “Demon Sith” in the High Sith language
Origin: Unknown
Title: Acolyte, Assassin
Pet Name: Slave, Pretty girl,
ID Number: 3565 was the cell number she had as a Slave
Birthday: Sometime within the Month of December
Deathday: First Death – March 17th.
Birthplace: Somewhere within the Morganian System
Astrological Sign: Capricorn
Zodiac Sign: Ox
Gender: Female
Gender Role: Mixed. Having a very sexual orientation towards men, she acts feminine. However, when fighting, and when in a rather serious mood, can act more masculine.
Orientation: Bisexual
Real Age: 19 Galactic Standard Years
Age Appearance: 16 Galactic Standard Years
Species: Kro Varian
Blood Type: B
Preferred Hand: Akuma is ambidextrous, however she prefers her right hand.
Facial Type: Well rounded face. Not lean, nor puffy. A happy medium.
Eye Color: Red, only known color.
Hair Color: Raven Black
Hairstyle: Long, hangs down just above her knees. Can be put up in a bun, or in a ponytail.
Skin Tone: Pale white due to the Dark Side corruption.
Complexion: Caucasian.
Makeup: None.
Body Type: Ectomorph – Mesomorph mix. Having a lean structure, but having a larger than normal muscle mass than a girl her size should have.
Build: Skinny build. Lean, slight muscular forms upon her arms and legs as well as back.
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 100lbs even.
Cup Size: C
Shoe Size: 8 womens
Birthmarks/scars: Many scars ranging over the body. Burn marks on the forearms, bite marks ranging from just under the chin down towards her chest, and breasts.
Distinguishing Features: “Long dark hair, slender yet muscular form, Scars that range my body. I look a little small for my age, But I make up for that. My red eyes are said to be glowing, I am almost always composed. I generally wear a black skirt with a black shirt and red tie. I do wear durasteel bracers on my arms, and have armor on my calves as well. I will carry a vibrosword all the time.”
Force Sensitive: Yes

|| Appearance ||
Style: Heavy Goth
Mode of Dress: Wearing a lot of black clothing, having her formal blouse tucked into her skirt, and even a red tie that is put on correctly. Most of the time the outfit is clean and kept as such. She wears the same clothes day in and day out, yet somehow still smells, and looks fine.
Grooming: Well kept. Hair always seems to shimmer to an extent.
Posture: Formal yet sadistic with a slight hunch in the shoulders.
Gait: A little faster pace than other people who may be larger than her, strides are shorter yet faster.
Coordination: Very fit, and has excellent coordination with hands, feet, eyes, and body in general.
Habits and Mannerisms: Stands still and in the back of a group a lot of the time. Tends to stay away from others, as well as “snapping” her vibrosword out of the sheath, and back into it when waiting.
Scent: An odd reason, she doesn't have any scent. Almost as though she wasn't there.

|| Living Conditions ||
Current Residence: Currently resides with her Master.
Community: Sith. Rough and very judgmental community.
Funds: Carries a few thousand credits at any single time. Otherwise, the rest is kept at her stash.
Home: Living within the Sith Enclave, she generally sleeps in one of the generic rooms that most other Assassin’s are given.
Transportation: Generic speeder, ship-pool when needed. Phasma-Class Infiltrator.

|| Social Status ||
Occupation: Sith Assassin, Hand of [member="Kruel Zing"],
Work Ethic: Her job is everything. It’s the reason why she works so hard. Being the newly crowned Hand of her master, She takes her job even more seriously. Her mission comes first. While sometimes, and very rarely she will be taken back by something happening, she puts her priorities first.
Rank: Sith Acolyte/Assassin Initiate,
Income: Whatever comes in, And some added funds from her master should it be necessary.
Wealth Status: Middle class
Experience: Plenty of experience for an Assassin.
Organizations/Affiliations: Dark Sided, Rogue Sith Assassin
Languages: Galactic Basic, Sith, Huttese,
Accent: Basic
Voice: Medium pitch, and has been known to crack when yelling.

|| STRENGTHS ||
Force: The force flows through my veins. Being one of the few who are cursed to have this ability. Despite knowing very little in the force, the powers that I do know, I excel at.
Melee weapons: I am very talented in the use of Katanas, and similar styled weapons. I know how to use a lightsaber, but not as well as a katana. Hence why I almost never use the weapon.
Tolerance to Drugs: I have a higher tolerance to things such as deathsticks, cigarettes, and other such.
Pain Tolerance: Having a high pain tolerance, I can endure things such as broken limbs, cuts, or wounds that cause extreme pain to feel lessened. However, I still feel pain.
Slippery: Fast and agile, it’s hard to catch me. More often than not, I will dodge your attacks or grabs, instead of defending against them.
Force Enhancement: The force powers I use are mostly used against myself. Things such as enhancing my speed, strength, and even healing myself should I need to be. About the only thing I can do to others is using simple telekinesis to throw objects, or to push them away. Sometimes I can my myself look like a spirit as I try to make myself invisible, but I am not quite there.
Calm Demeanor: While I may seem like a very crazy and demented person, I act rather calmly and rather composed. This allows me to keep a leveled head in battle.
Anger in Battle: In normal life, I look composed. In battle, I look and seem to be a raging Lunatic by how aggressively I fight and the screaming and yelling that comes with it. As well as using Force Rage. However, in my mind, I am calm.

|| Flaws: ||
Troubled past: After being sold into slavery by my parents, then being trained by bounty hunters, and separated from my sister, I have been living alone and having to deal with no family, and no friends. If I had any, they are all dead, or have left me.
Flashes: After some event that people are calling the Netherworld, and it’s breaking out, I found myself laying on the ground covered in blood, and with a curved vibrosword in my hand. I have flashes of battlefields that were endless, and the constant killing. I also have flashes of fighting men and women to protect a monster. They come a go.
Socially Awkward: I know very little of what life is like at this time. I don’t get social cues, and jokes are foreign to me. I look to be a cold hearted person, and almost militaristic. I don't work well with others, and I can sometimes been seen breaking orders, or ranks.
Dead inside: I feel dead. I have almost no emotions that are happy. So I can’t feel love, and compassion. These types of feelings are weird to me, and I don’t want others to see me in such a state. However, I do feel pleasure from pain.
Tainted Soul: I am tainted by the Dark side. Stuck forever to wield the darkness in my veins. The light never touches me.
Mental Protection: As a Hellyni, Akuma is immune to mental based attacks, however, this prevents her from helpful force powers such as telepathy.

|| WEAKNESSES ||
Pains: I have physical pains that ail me. Scars that hurt, and causing almost constant pain. I don’t last in long drawn out fights. I fight to end it quickly and move on. Some of these pains can be a sharp pain in my chest or limbs, or even a dull pain in my stomach.
Sadomasochism/Sadistic/Masochistic: I enjoy the feeling of pain. Or having the pleasure of inflicting pain. There are scars on my arms from me cutting myself, as well as burn marks on my arms, cut scars from whips on my back, and I love to cause pain to others. I kill, I maim, and I inflict any and all kinds of pain on people. To the point where I can become sexually aroused.
Cannibalistic: When Akuma can take her time with people, she will often eat people. Living or dead, she doesn't mind them raw, cooked or even flayed open. However, she does like ground beef...
Lesser (Normal) Body strength: I am a girl. I also feel constant pain. And I am not very big. These make it hard for me to be physically stronger than others. Overpowering is not really a way I like to go normally. However, that doesn't mean I can’t use the force. Because of my refusal to use the force, in everyday life, I am weak.
Refusal of the Force: I refuse to use the force outside of battle. Even then, I rarely use the force in battle. Using very limited forms of the force. I try to stay away from using it. I don't need extra abilities, or special powers to get what I need.
Refusal of the Lightsaber: I refuse to use the lightsaber I carry. Well, more so I just don’t like to use it. I will use up every possible endeavor before I use my lightsaber. Simply because I don’t like it. Though, that may be a bad idea.
Killer with a Heart: I hurt people. I kill people. I commit murder and assassinate. Yet, I have a soft spot for my family and friends. While I have lost them to death, They still mean so much to me. I just want to be a normal person, yet cant until I bring back my sister, and Aragon.

 

[Ignatius]

|| BIOGRAPHY ||

Pre Role-play:
I was born to my parents. I don't remember much of them. All that I remember is my mother’s voice telling me she loved me as a man’s burly arms were pulling me away. The years I spent as a child blended together that I could hardly remember how long I had been at one place or another. Sold into slavery by my parents because they couldn't afford myself and my siblings. I still don’t know how many I have to this day. I only remember one of them. Younger, small. We didn't even call each other by our names. We just called each other sis. I’ll try and tell you everything I can remember.
The first thing I really do remember vividly was as a five year old kid hauling around boxes, or doing menial labor. Trying my best to be a good slave for my master so I could earn my freedom. My sister and I worked together working day in and day out. Each night we would go to bed sore, and exhausted. Some of the other slaves were worried that we would work ourselves to death. And that might have been true.

I remember an instance where both my sister and I were working really hard. I believe we were moving wood to the main house of our Master. He had a son. One that was about my age. I think I was 8 at the time. So the lad would have been around 11 or 12. Old enough to be called a young man. Since he was my master’s son, he too was my boss. He ordered me to enter the barn that they had. And have everybody else leave. He did look nice. At the time I had a crush on him. He was composed, wealthy, and free. So we would always meet in the barn at the end of the day and talk about what life was like for one another. Eventually, he decided to ask me about what being a girl was like. As innocent as I was, I said that it was fine and we continued on to the point where we…. Shall we say, figured out what the other gender had in terms of parts. I was very shy but he was adventurous, and this lead to his limited knowledge of something that no child should know. After he said he liked me, he forced himself onto me. At first I didn’t like it, but later on I learned to love it. I enjoyed the feeling of pleasure. I stayed with this family for many years with my sister. We grew up and when I was around 15 we were caught.

The boy and I were caught in the act and while he was told to put it up and go home, I was beaten by my master. Less than two days later, both my sister and I were sent somewhere else. My sister insisting to come with me. They allowed it and we were put into the service of a Hutt. We were young dancers, and waitresses for the Crimelord. Still don’t remember his name to this day. Everything is all fuzzy as he had all of his girls hyped up on deathstick smoke, and other narcotics. Even anti-depressants, and even in some cases drugs that caused arousal. Because puberty hit me quick and early. I grew and my body changed. Men would tell me that I was pretty, and beautiful before they would force themselves on me for the sake of pleasuring themselves, as well as me earing credits for my Master.

Men were different. Some liked it easy and smooth. Others liked to cause pain to me, and for me to cause pain to them. It was from this that I soon began to gain pleasure from pain. So much so that I caused pain to other slaves for my own enjoyment. Though, Never to my sister. We mostly worked apart from one another, and the only time we could see each other, was from the other side of bars in the cells we were kept in at night. We didn’t really talk often, and we were drifting apart. So much so, that she even betrayed me.

I was addicted to drugs. Mostly the arousal types. And would steal them from the cabinets they were in. My sister caught me, and turned me in. I was beaten and was given a fake hanging. They hung me, but only long enough to show that they had complete control over me. I had a bruise around my neck for a few weeks afterwards. Increasingly so, if I stepped out of line even the slightest bit, I would be beaten. Rumors were spread that the men were told to go harder on me, and to inflict pain to me when we were together. At first I was going from not being beaten at all, to beaten a few times a week, to every day, and then on to many times a day. My sister and I were farther apart than ever. She liked to see me in pain. And every day, I slowly began to hate all of them more and more. There would be times that I wouldn’t follow the rules simply so I could try and be a rebel. Not a good idea now that I tell you this.

Despite this, I decided I would take a stand. While I had been working with a guard, I had taken a vibroblade that he had, and stabbed it into him as he slept. Smothering his yells with a pillow. I moved out of the room, sneaking by others as I made it towards the Hutt’s quarters, and as I entered the room, I eased up to the slug, placing the tip of the sword lightly on his lips as he slept, I then shoved it home. As I did, I felt a burst of energy come from me increasing the amount of force I used. So much so that I had shoved the blade deep into the Hutt’s throat. My hand was stuck inside the back of its neck. Everyone woke up by the large gurgling sounds of the Hutt dying. Biting down on my arm hard, I had to deal with the pain, screaming out myself as a guard tried to pull me off. Eventually I came out of his mouth, only for the Hutt to be long gone into the void.

I was beaten within an inch of my life, all by guards or men who wanted to take revenge against me for killing their Lord. However, there was one man. One man who stood up. He too was one of the guards. And was the only guard who I had never slept with. He treated me kindly, and was the one who fed me when I was beaten daily. Grabbing his own weapon, I was surprised to find that a Lightsaber, a Legendary weapon among the Jedi and Sith alike was activated. Used to such a high potency that even the greatest of Lords would have fallen. He killed or severely injured all of the guards with ease, and after grabbing me, he ran for it. As we were running, I stopped after seeing my sister. She stood there. Offering her my hand to come with me, I pleaded with her to come. My younger sister. And all she did was walk away.

I began to cry and scream as the only friend I had in my life was leaving me. I rushed after her, but the unknown force user grabbed me and began to run off. With me screaming and kicking the entire way. I don’t remember getting onto the ship or actually leaving. I just remember that when I woke up, my throat was raw, my eyes were puffy from the tears, and I felt utterly alone.

To me it felt like an eternity I was in that ship. Laying down and just crying my eyes out. I hurt so much. I was so angry. I looked for anything to cause myself pain. Maybe to lessen the one I felt inside. The best I could do was grabbing broken shards of a mirror and cutting myself. I cut deeply. Down into my legs and thighs. Cutting into the bottoms of my feet to cause myself pain even when I walked. I just stood there. Letting the blood pool around me as I cried, and bled out.

I had stood there so long that I was close to death. I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I just wanted to sleep. But as I was falling, a shadow rushed towards me and caught me. I fell asleep once more. Only to wake up in restraints, and a man, handsome looking. Eyes so blue I felt like I was in the sea. His face sharp, but smooth. His long blonde locks of hair looked almost enchanted to me. I felt weird. I simply looked at him. But my attention shifted as I could feel a throbbing in my legs and feet. I looked down at myself to see I was naked, except for the bandages around my legs and feet. They were wrapped tightly and packed to keep my legs from moving. I felt hot, and the air conditioning felt good on my exposed chest as he sat there. A pair of shorts, and a grey t-shirt. He just sat there.

I looked at him with a sad face, and began to cry again. Not caring that this beautiful man, was watching me. I cried silently. Eventually when I stopped and breathed in, the man placed his hand on my shoulder. Nodding his head as he spoke. A clear and caring voice that was soothing to my ears. It felt like he was the one thing that I was missing in life. “It’s okay. You are safe here, and I will be here for you.”

Nodding my head like a lost child. I just laid there. With a very much damaged voice, breaking and cracking, “Can I be out of these?” It was with a nod and a point of a finger that the man continued, “Don’t walk, or you will open the wounds again. The best I will allow you is to sit up. Got me?” I was about to argue when his eyes showed that he really wanted to trust me. He really did care. I nodded my head and was released.

Over the span of a few months, I got to know this man. Aragon Daratrix, a self-taught rogue force user had been traveling the galaxy to try and find people to help. While he was no Jedi, and he actually used the Dark Side of the force, he acted in a good way with them. We became friends. Helping one another. I didn’t cut myself. I didn’t harm myself or others. Wasn’t forced to have sex. I had freedom. I could choose what to eat and drink. When I wanted to sleep or talk. Be that as it may, I would have never admitted then, that I was falling in love with him. He was the first person to take care of me. To see me for who I really was at the time.

He then began to train me. Teaching me what he knew in Telekinesis and other forms of the force, I very much liked the forms of enhancing the strength and ability of myself. Even as he trained me, he taught me to use the lightsaber, as well as with the form of Ataru. He taught me to defend myself. Enough to get by. More importantly, the tool I liked to use most often was the Vibroblade he had. Shaped in a Katana, he kept it because it was a friend of his that was long dead. Claiming that I was now 16 years old, he gave it to me on my birthday. He said he didn’t need it anymore, and it was more suited for me. I agreed with him, and we continued on with life. Going from place to place. Living out of his ship. We became more than friends. So much so that we would sleep together. Now when I say sleep together, I mean we went to sleep. Not have intercourse. He would cuddle me up next to him and we would fall asleep together. And that was the only way I could sleep. I felt so safe with him.

We worked together and I became really good at fighting. So much so that I moved faster than he did. Faster than he ever could. However, he still had strength and experience over me. From our fights going from me losing all the time, to me winning one here or there by luck, to the point where we were almost even. It had been another year and he had then given me another present on my17th birthday. It looked like a lot of puzzle pieces put into it, and he told me that when I was ready, I would find out how to solve the puzzle.

Even when we trained, I would try and think of ways to put it together. Sometimes I got an idea, but when I put it to the test, it didn’t work. I asked him one day about it. Wondering why and how. His only clue was “Think not about what is in front of you, but think about all that is there. Think what nobody else will think. Only then will you discover what lay beneath the puzzle.”

Over the next few months, I pondered about it, and thought I had found it out when we were visiting Courscant. And we knew that the Sith had taken over a while back, when we were both surrounded by Sith Acolytes. Apparently Aragon had bounties on his head from the Sith for defecting from them. And with that, we were hunted down. We both fought against five of them, but even with that, both of us were defeated. I was fighting one with a lightsaber that I have been borrowing from Aragon for the longest time. And as I heard a scream behind me, I watched as Aragon had not just one, but three lightsabers sticking from his chest.

In my anger and pain, I screamed. Letting loose a bloodcurdling scream that broke even Transparisteel in the area. I rushed forward with a burning rage, and I moved at such speeds that I had never performed before, rushing the three of them and ending their lives. I threw my saber at one man, killing him and the other was already dead from earlier fight with Aragon. I took the lightsabers out of his chest, and cradled his head in my arms as I sat there on the street with dead bodies around me. His smile was bright and true. He reached up to me, and placing a bloody hand on my cheek, he spoke.

“Its okay. We will see each other again.” I questioned how with a look, and his response will stay with me forever. “I love you.”

I could see as his eyes brightened and became so clear to me. He loved me. He cared for me at first because I was lost. But over time, he loved me. I began to cry as I pleaded for him not to leave. He smiled and shook his head. Patting my cheek and shushing me to try and get me to calm down. There were so many things I wanted to say. To do with him. He smiled at me, and as I looked into his bright blue eyes, slowly the faded to a grey. Watching as his life force left me here. I screamed out in pain. Rocking him back and forth, and using my hand to slap him awake. I punched his chest. I slammed my fist I argued with myself that he was not gone. That I was not alone. I couldn’t be without him. I sat there with his every growing cold head resting on my lap.

I stayed there crying as the local police came. Dragging me away. I felt numb. Empty. Alone. Forgotten. I was taken to the prison where I stayed. Men tried to come up to me and seduce me. But all they got was a sharp jab to the throat or a punch to the groin. I was alone in the Galaxy. I had died.

Almost.

As I was being sentenced to death, I had stolen my vibroblade and escaped with the aid of one of the men who wanted to get it on with me. The deal was he got me out, he would score. Only he didn’t know the score was his death. I silenced him with my blade across his neck and moved on. Finding the ship that Aragon had, I gathered my items. Crying the entire time. I also took the puzzle with me. And left.

Roaming the planet for a time before leaving and going from place to place. It was then that in a sudden flash, I felt pain. I had been shot in the chest. I had been walking around, and a bounty hunter had shot me. And in that instant, I felt a release. I was dying. And it felt good. Maybe then I could see Aragon. But with a turn of events, my life flashed before me in visions of endless killing. One thought ran through my mind. “Protect Akala, Fight for Akala.” And I remember a vision of me walking out of a portal of some kind, when I killed others on the random planet. And in the darkness, I woke up to find myself bloody, on the battlefield, and being carried away by a medical team. I felt alone once more. Only did I realize that I was standing within an event called the Netherworld. Where everybody vanished. I had when I was dying, and so I kept some of my items. Including my puzzle. I was cleaned up and released. Allowed to go out on my own.

Now 18 years old, I found that since I had died as the shifting between worlds, it had caused me to become a force user that felt and seemed like I had no ability to use the force. I roamed around. Becoming a freelance assassin with the Sith Assassins. Accepting that I needed work no matter where it was. I honed my skills. And now, I look for someone to teach me. And, a way back to the Netherworld. Where I will find Aragon, and I will save him. As of recent, I have been competing in the Illegal underground pit fights, as well as working to train myself with the Sith.

Roleplayed:
I had found the Sith. Taken in my a nobleman, I trained under him as an assassin. His skills were exemplary. A gentlemen, yet his dark past was much like mine. Filled with pain. Xander was a man who I felt like I could trust. Even joining the Sith Assassins. A group of people who were tasked with hunting down operatives of the Republic, and any Jedi factions. On many of my outings, I fought Jedi, Senators and their mansions of guards, and even took up a few of my own contracts. My powers expanded. I learned more of the force. Able to advance myself within the ranks. I became a real assassin for the Sith. Learning to use a lightsaber more proficiently, as well as receiving new equipment. I got a new dress as well. it's still black, but I find myself wearing it more and more. Quite comfortable, and it fits my thin frame.

Many men fell under my blade. Taking the attention of Darth Ferus. A Sith Lord, and Master assassin who trained me briefly on Sith Alchemy, as well as increasingly so on my already advancing skills. I continued under his teachings until the Assassins were no more. Leaving their temples. Leaving their gear behind. Molding into the One Sith. A faction of epic proportions. I was enveloped into the fold, yet not a part of said fold. I faded into the background. The wars fought between the Mandalorians, and the Sith. The Galactic Alliance, and even finding aid from a Sorcerer of Kro Var. Fading completely into the dark, I went off the grid.

Moving to hide in plain sight. Korriban, or Courscant undergrounds became my home. Having very little technology with me. Leaving behind everything. I worked in secret to train. Becoming faster and faster, more agile. However, once more without a home, and some days without food. I watched as the Republic Fell. Crusaders of the Mandalorian Clans claiming planets left and right. The First Order rising up like a phoenix, and the One Sith Crumble under its own weight. From the shambles came the Silver Jedi, Iron Empire, and even the Kathol Outback. Many places to look to call home. Yet none accepted me.

I was darkness, death, and the cold winter night. Death cannot eat at the same table as life. Winter cannot bask in the glow of summer. Darkness cannot fester within the light. I was utterly alone. Searching for those who could aid me, I found myself within a group of sith. Reemerging into the galaxy. Finding new, and stronger ways to survive. I needed food, I needed strength, and I need my life. Wielding my sword once more, I too, took to the stars to kill others to bring back the people I care for.

Searching for this source, I came to Courscant once more. Another underground ring for me to compete in. I find myself slaughter foe after foe. With another figure climbing up the ranks. One who is much like myself. To my discovery, it is my sister. Transformed into a "heartless" or a demon. She kills others without a cause, without a reason. She is who she is because of my actions. I still love her. She may have betray me, but she was my sister. I left to keep my sins away from her. Instead, it transformed her into a monster. A being who was willing to kill even me. It is in the last round, We fight.

It was not a long fight, nor a short one. We fought with our vibroblades. Getting the upperhand, Hatori draws upon her lightsaber. The crimson blade aimed to cleave me. I defend myself. Wanting to help my sister. Teach her how we can work together to not be monsters. Its then, she continues to fight. Not giving up. Adamant on killing me for my transgressions. I can't help her. I can't aid her. I can stop her. It can only be done, the only way I know how. To kill her. In my fit of rage, I attack her one last time. Striking her through the chest with my own saber. Trying to fight for her life, she passes in my arm. Onlooking is my new Master.

I took some time to come to terms with my actions. I killed the very person I wanted- needed help from. Hatori was the one person who I had hoped to keep clean of my actions. I failed. Burying my last shred of hope, humanity, and faith, along with her body, I came back to my new master.

Darth Ambroscus takes me under his wing. The Dashade training me to become stronger. To move past my faults. To accept the pain I deserve. I must now save my sister from the Netherworld. I can go the distance. I don't care how far I have to travel. I don't care how long I have to fight. I will get there. I can't be stopped. Not with all of this happening. Joining my master, and becoming a Sith once more. Taking up my arms to renew my vow. To fight for my family, and to fight for my life.

 

[Ignatius]

|| Fighting Skills ||
Katana - High Knight - The use of a Katana is my most favorite weapon. I use it most often. Hence why I am good at it.
Unarmed Combat - Initiate - I know how to punch and kick, but I have no real official form that I have been taught. I fight by instinct.
Lightsaber Combat - Initiate - Very poor at using my lightsaber. I hardly ever use it, but I can transfer a few skills over from my Katana use. The only real form I know is Ataru.
Teras Kasi - Initiate - Martial arts that I have trained in under Darth Ferus. I know enough to pass, but am no master of such art.
Ranged Weapons - Initiate - I can hit the broad side of a barn. I can hit people, but I just know that I aim, and pull the trigger.
Vehicle Operation - Initiate - I can use some vehicles if they are speeder bikes or other types of speeders, but anything
larger I can hardly use. I get around by the help of others, or by using the public transports.

|| Force Powers ||
Force Speed - Low Knight - The force power to allow my body to move at extreme speeds. Able to move much faster than any near human species should.
Force Rage - Apprentice - A force power that causes extreme rage and an instant surge of strength, and speed. This is done by channeling pain, hate or other negative emotions into the force and increasing the power in which the user can use. However, after the power is used up, or time has expired, I will feel immensely tired, and even weakened.
Enhance Attribute - Apprentice - An ability that enhances an attribute like speed, jump, punch, kick and the like to become stronger and more powerful strikes.
Force Punch/Kick - Initiate - By using the force, I can increase the power of my hand to hand combat inflicting more powerful punches and kicks.
Accelerate Healing - Initiate - A power that accelerates the natural healing ability of myself.
Force Reflex - Initiate - Increasing my reflexes, and reaction time through the force. I can increase the capability of blocking, dodging, or countering attacks for myself. When done, the world seems to slow down just a little.
Force Cloak - Initiate - Through the force, I can make myself almost invisible. The best I can do at the moment is make myself look transparent or look like a ghost or spirit.
Inertia - Initiate - By using the force, I can shift my inertia to perform acts like running up walls, and even increasing my skills with parkour to either get around an enemy or the environment.
Telekinesis - Initiate - The simplistic use of the force of pushes, pulls, gripping, and Weapon throw. However, I do rather poorly at it.

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**Force ratings: Initiate, Apprentice, Low Knight, High Knight, Master, Legend, and Myth.​

 

[Ignatius]

|| Body Augmentations ||
Steng's Talons - Grafted into various places in the arms. More notable places are, Elbows, Forearm blade, Wrist blade Positions, and the back of the shoulders. Steng's talons are bone protrusions that are grafted into limbs and various places very painfully. They can be ejected via muscles, and can resist lightsabers, and energy weaponry.
Fighting Claws - Grafted into her fingers, and knuckles. These fighting claws act like much like the stengs talons, but were made specifically for the use in the hands.
Akuma's Tongue - Grafted, and replacing her previous tongue, Akuma can use even her tongue as a weapon for her use.
Mquuq'it - Replacing the eyes of Akuma, It allows her to see past the normal color spectrum into infrared, or even nightvision. The eyes can also zoom in on targets or increase the magnification for delicate work. However, the eyes change colors depending upon Akuma's emotions. Most notable they are red due to her lust for pain. When using her tattoo, her eyes default to red.
Tizowyrm - A little bug that enters the ear. Attaching itself to the systems within the ear, it allows Akuma to speak in many languages, as well as understand them. It takes a few second to catch up to the person's speech, but it works with just about any verbal language.
Cloak of Nuun - A full body suit that could render the wearer invisible. It could also hide the wearer from Vong devices, as well as allow the person to change their physical appearance to be different. Grafted to Akuma's body, she cannot remove it. Any clothing worn on top of Akuma will be visible when the cilia are activated.
Maelibus Heart Tattoo - A simple tattoo that allows Akuma to go into force rage without requiring the force itself. It won't work when in a force nullification bubble.

|| Notable Possessions ||
Melee Weapons
The Demons Edge - Katana - A sword that Akuma mostly relies on. The Katana weapon is special to her as it is molded to the shape of a vibrosword that her sister, and her friend carried before their deaths. The weapon was created using Force-imbued aligned with the dark side of the force. The icing on the cake, is the sword has been impregnated with a Deveronan-blood poison Gem.
Lightsaber - Purple, single blade - A lightsaber that Akuma has carried with her should she need to have one. However, most of the time, she is seen without it, and only carries it when necessary.
Hatori's Lightsaber - Red, single blade - The lightsaber that once belonged to Hatori. Akuma's little sister. During an underground fight, Akuma's force surged against her own sister, and she was forced to kill the only family she had. Thus, to remind herself of what she has done, she keeps her sisters lightsaber with her.

Ranged Weapons
The Ghost's Silence - Bow and Arrow - A ranged weapon that was once used by a previous mentor of Akuma's, She now holds onto it for very few instances. However, she can be seen using it every so often.

Armor
Demon's Iron Skin - Light Armor - Armor that was mostly created by her last mentor, Kruel Zing, and uses various rare metals to provide high protection against most energy weaponry. Named after the Demon herself, the armor acts like a secondary skin for her. However, forged of metal and iron.
Myriad Singlet - Dress/armor - A dress fabricated out of Tikulini Leather, and enhanced through Sith Alchemy to block lightsaber strikes, and even resist some blaster fire. However, repeated attacks can burn through.

 

[Ignatius]

|| Relationships ||
Marital Status: Complicated
Sex Life: Bisexual. However, doesn’t go looking for sex. She becomes aroused from the pain and suffering of others.
Immediate Family: Self-raised, Hatori
Distant Family: Unknown Family members
Lovers: Aragon Daratrix (Deceased)
Friends: None at the current moment.
Enemies: Any and all who stand in her way, or oppose her. None notable at this time.
Masters: [member="Darth Ferus"](Formerly), [member="Kruel Zing"](Currently)
Rivals: N/A
Relates to: Her sister who has now perished.
Pets/Familiars: N/A
Upbringing: Not a lot of good ones.
Infancy: No known information is gathered on Akuma at this time.
Childhood: A very harsh childhood. Being raised as a slave, and being forced to work for many men on fields, and in environments that have very likely cut on the life expectancy for Akuma drastically.
Adolescence: Being a Slave, and a Girl, means that she was put into some very unsavory situations. Being taken advantage of, and was put on drugs half of the time. She was abused, and beaten all throughout her childhood, and adolescence. After a quick rescue from a man who she later fell in love with, she grew into an adult.
Adulthood: Having very few years as an adult, not much has developed. Having been killed, and returned from the pits of hell, Akuma became a Sith Assassin, and will likely continue in that line of work.
Coming of Age: She was always “growing up” Life was harsh, she didn’t play or have a childhood. It was taken from her.
Evolution: From an innocent child who knew nothing of the world, corrupted into a sexslave, drugged, and became addicted to pain, as well as Sex, she is now having these effects happen less often, but they still occur.


|| Role-Play Listing ||
| Total threads: 13 | Completed threads: 6 | Canceled Threads: 4
[Act I - Freedom]
At the Sight of Blood, Sweat, and Tears - Private - Completed - Akuma is in one of the Illegal pit fights when a mysterious man bets a single credit on her to win it all.
Corporate Takeover - Faction - Completed - After joining the Sith Assassins, as well as the One Sith, She tests her skills in an assassination attempt against a Corporate CEO and her underlings.
This Isn't Your Average Everyday Darkness - Faction - Completed - As a calling came out for her to train, she went to a Sith Lady by the name of Darth Hauntress to train in the Dark Side.
Monty Tython and the (Un)Holy Grail - Dominion - Completed -Using the new knowledge she has gained, She aids others in the conversion of Tython to the darkness.
New Times, New Sith - Faction - Completed - After being late to her class, she now has to take an even more rigrious form of her studies in Telekinesis.
How do you like your eggs? - Public - Canceled - In search for Kinrath eggs, Akuma goes to Dantooine, A planet under the rule of the Primeval.
In the Eyes of the Beholder - Development - Canceled - After getting a call for some help with an old Vong battle ground, Akuma goes to help while a friendly ghost watches over her. (Dev thread for Lamanium) ​
A Dark Political Advance - Private - Canceled - A Republic Senator needs to be taken out by a new client of Akuma's. Assassin's at work
Survival - Private - Completed - Training under Darth Ferus as a Sith assassin.
Teras My Kasi - Faction - Canceled - Continued training under Darth Ferus in a class of Teras Kasi.

[Act II - Reemergence]
At Square One - Public/Private - Completed - Fighting in the underground of Courscant, Akuma discovers her sister is there, and kills her.
Subjugation of the Ancients - Public - Completed - Joins her master to free slaves of the Planet Arkania, and acquires Phrik.
A Murder of Sithlings - Public - Canceled - A Sith seeks the attnention of her new master. Thus, Akuma is sent in his stead.
Time to earn your keep - Private - Canceled - Akuma's master calls forth all of his apprentices to speak to them, and present them trials. Thus, Akuma takes her step forward.
Full Reach of the Law - Rebellion - Completed - Akuma takes part in defending Artrisia only for the planet to get completely demolished. Here, Akuma flees from the Galactic Alliance, and from the Dominion.

 

[Zayani Brin]

*sighs*


And this is when I realize just how bad I am at making bios. XD

[member="Akuma"]

 

[Akhilleus]

Oh my sweet baby Jesus this Bio is insane...

 

[Ignatius]

[member="Nikias"], I have played this character Many times over on different sites. More profoundly a Superhero Site. The bio has stayed the same for a Majority of what it is. Only, its been added within the Star Wars universe. Trust me, It's this long for a reason.

Thank you though.

 

[Ignatius]

Updated bio. Updated a lot of information.

That is if you feel like reading it all.

 

[Syn]

very nice read

 

[Tristyn]

This was really interesting to read

 

[Ignatius]

[member="Syn"], [member="Tristyn"], Thank you both!

 

[Nate Phantoms]

[member="Akuma"]

(°-°) well shït.... That's a well flushed out story, good attention to detail, one helluva girl, I'll give you that much. Congrats, on acquiring my interest, that might benefit or hinder you. Maybe one day we'll meet in a thread or something. Unroll then, good work.

 

[Ignatius]

[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], Thank you very much.

Nikias, I have played this character Many times over on different sites. More profoundly a Superhero Site. The bio has stayed the same for a Majority of what it is. Only, its been added within the Star Wars universe. Trust me, It's this long for a reason.

Hence why she was expanded so much. She was also on a Fantasy site under a different name of Ariel.

 

[Darth Eversor]

Hrm.

 

[Ignatius]

Updated her again. Revamped a lot of her titles, and got her caught up in threads.

Name Change to Selene done as well.