Alli Nighl’gin
Transient Sage (sub)Par-Excellence
NAME: Alli Nighl’Gin (Formerly Kellan)
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 22 (was deprived of civilization until she was saved by Lady Kay and left to find her own way in the galaxy)
SEX: Female (Transgender)
HEIGHT: 5’11”
WEIGHT: 135 lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Crimson (naturally blonde)
SKIN: Light
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum):
APPEARANCE: Alli’s body may have experienced a complete transformation; however, she still is built thin and lean. Sith Alchemy has bolstered her in many ways and slowed her age, though most of that added strength does not show up outwardly. Her skin has become an even lighter shade of white, now almost glowing, and her hair has been knocked into a neat pixie cut in a pinkish crimson color. Her nose, bottom lip, and ears are all pierced with simple jewelry adorning them on most days.
BIOGRAPHY:
The son of Jareth Holst and his then fiancé, Jennifer Holst: Kellan Holst was born during a separation of his parents where his father was led to believe Jennifer had died. For several years he lived with his mom who spent her time searching for his father. At around age 8, his mother and father were reunited but had to hide Kellan from Sith agents who would want to turn his newly discovered force sensitivity into a weapon for the Sith. It was for this reason he was hidden on a planet in the unknown regions as his parents faked his death. There they built a hut for him on a small island and his father trained him in hand to hand combat, taking visits disguised as business trips. It wasn’t long, however, until a Sith spy was able to tail Jareth and Jennifer during one of these visits. They made the decision to chase it in an attempt to destroy it because, while their son was well hidden: the Sith would eventually be able to find him if they knew where to look. Unfortunately, they were led into an ambush. Jareth fought valiantly with his wife preparing a last resort in case of the worst. In his weakened state, Jareth was no match for the overwhelming numbers; however, he was able to buy enough time for his wife to complete a heavily encrypted message for an old friend of Jareth's before their lives ended in the dogfight. Thanks to the sacrifice of his parents Kellan was able to live out the rest of his lonely childhood unmolested by the Sith.
Kellan was not able to hear about this sacrifice, knowing only that his parents hadn’t come back for a very long time, and was left with very little: a couple months of rations, a music device, the Bio droids his father left to protect him from off-world threats, and a necklace with the kyber crystal Jareth used to propose. Alone with so little at such a young age, having only just learned the very basics of the force: Kellan's view of the force was influenced heavily by nature and the music he used to pass time.
Eventually, Kellan was saved from this isolation by Lady Kay, but the nature of this time left him emotionally scarred. Being the first human Kellan saw, he immediately idolized her. This didn’t save him from a panic when he was brought to a seat of civilization. Quickly, he became overwhelmed by a crowd of people and, in a blind panic, lost track of Kay for only a moment. That was enough. He was kidnapped and abused as they shipped him off world. Cracks in his fragile emotional state became chasms of despair and self hatred. The force became untouchable for him in those moments as the fabric of the force didn’t seem quite so corporeal without the bounty of nature at his side.
He was bought and sold many times before a Sith woman by the name of Eshar Corvis found him. In spite of the apparent trappings of the dark side: she was kind to him. She saw untapped potential for the force. Meanwhile, Kellan began to recognize the still growing void in his heart. He still lacked self worth, didn’t feel comfortable in his owns skin, and as the Sith woman attempted to bend him into a frightening Sith warrior: he slowly realized what the true issue was.
Over time she became more and more feminine in her dress and demeanor. The Sith woman took notice of that as well as her poor receptivity to training. The Sith’s master could fix this problem, Eshar surmised, and perhaps then Kellan would finally unleash her power. Torturous weeks were spent warping Kellan with ancient Sith magick, with as much time spent diving into her mind to find an image of what she desired as was spent performing the metamorphosis itself. Pain wracked every inch of her body and mind, but the pain was worth it, she thought, to become the person she was always meant to be. Still, the perversions of Eshar’s master could not be hidden as he invaded Kellan’s mind, and where her face and outward appearance was as she envisioned herself: the man did as he pleased where her imagination hadn’t brought her...
For several days after Kellan, still using a dead name, was unable to move from a bed as her body, mind, and spirit healed from the experience. Eshar stood careful watch over the cocoon until Kellan was able to emerge from the experience renewed. Once Kellan was finally able to walk, assisted by Eshar, the first thing she did was look at herself. Seeing her new self in the mirror for the first time left her elated. Finally, she felt like she wasn’t staring at her reflection through the eyes of an alien body!
She slowly recovered, though the stress of what happened clouded her memories, first walking, then running, then training once again with Eshar. Their bond only grew stronger, even as she was driven to her limits in trying to bring forth her potential. Eventually their relationship evolved, became more intimate. Exhaustion would turn to down moments where Eshar would simply hold her, cradling her weary head. Her breathing would slow down to match the rhythm of Eshar’s heart ticking away in her ear as she lay against the Sith’s chest.
Before either of them understood their feelings fully, they began to expand their down moments. Cradling gave way to kissing that grew more passionate by the day. Eventually things became heated enough that clothing became a barrier to the needs of their hearts, but that was to bring the end of this joyful time.
Many speak of the awesome power of the force. The power to bend the power of the universe to ones own will, but few understand the power of the Word to do the very same. The right words, spoken or written, in the right order can bring about the rise or fall of empires. The force may aid in finding the right words or giving them added weight, but without those right words none of the magic can be so profound. Sure, a “hero” of the Jedi or “villain” of the Sith may perform feats in battle beyond the capacity of thousands of the most well armed and armored warriors, but the power of the story behind their feats is far greater than the weight of the corpses at their feet. In this way it can be understood that a battle is not fought on the field. It’s news, the spin of politicians, whispers of despair or hope between soldiers, and the sentiment of everyday citizens driven by each of these things that truly decides conflict. If the masses are inspired by martyrs or acts of bravery they can overcome the numerically improbable; however, fear of a great warrior can cause a billion-fold army to crumble before the first blaster bolt is even fired. It was for this reason that one phrase uttered in a moment of passion could shatter Kellan’s world once again.
Eshar and Kellan lie in bed, bare skin radiating heat under sheets of luxurious synthetic silk, and bodies dancing like waves of the ocean in intimate harmony. Eshar dips beneath the sheets, and for a moment Kellan experiences the height of ecstasy in her new body. The greatest heights oft reached before one comes crashing to the ground.
“What did he do to you?”
Eshar exclaimed from deep between the sheets. The fabric muffled her voice, but a mixture of surprise, anger, and disgust was still palpable. Kellan took a moment to register the words as Eshar continued,
“I asked him to give you the body you desired, not this”
Kellan finally began to understand that something was wrong as Eshar used the force to tear the sheets away from the bed and illuminate the room. Kellan instinctively sat up and shrank away from her, hiding her body in a display of vulnerability.
“You... you, uh, you are s-scaring me lo-love.”
Kellan hadn’t dealt with her stutter in such a long time. She could swear that every word she struggled to enunciate had the sickly tendrils of her renounced masculinity creep into them. She looked at Eshar now on her knees toward the middle of the bed, a combination of hatred and agony twisted her face, but she didn’t speak.
“P-please, say something t-t-to, me.”
She choked the words out as she saw Eshar’s gaze focused, not on her face, but down where she didn’t dare look. Silence hung thick in the air as Kellan could feel the anger in Eshar grow. The sheets, cast aside, began to crumple and burn. The room itself began to shake as durasteel walls buckled outward,
“Please...”
She looked down, memory flooded back, and her world shattered along with the durasteel windows. She recess into a dissociated state. The following moments passed like a dream or, more likely, a nightmare. Kellan couldn’t move, but Eshar wasted no more time being still. How long had it been since Eshar left the room? When did a second voice arrive to see Kellan sitting up naked with a dead gaze fixed on the ceiling? It was as if time had ceased to exist, it had become a parallel occurrence of moments, something that seemed to have no beginning or end.
Unfettered rage, screaming, ignition of crimson blades. Lightning illuminated where broken lights had ceased. Deflected bolts traced paths of destruction as the room shifted between hues of pale blue and blood red until it all just stopped. The thud of something small rolling along the ground gave way to a larger thud. Kellan felt warmth wrap itself around her. Her breathing began to match the rhythm of something seemingly distant ticking away.
Hatred and disgust had given way to anguish and guilt. The warmth around her tightened until it went stiff and fell away. No more anguish, no more guilt, just a void where a heart should be beating.
To this day, Alli doesn’t quite know how long she sat there. She doesn’t know how she made her way away from that place. All she remembers is that it was the intense hunger the brought some part of her back to reality. From there the days glided, lubricated by misery, as autopilot brought her forward. She still wonders if she ever really left that place, but as she meandered from system to system in a borrowed starship in the unknown regions she came upon a planet by chance.
Perhaps not chance. She descended upon a planet virtually untouched by civilization. She left the ship, something deep in the wood beckoning to her. What she came upon was a small people, humanoid but not quite human, with a love for nature and a deep connection with the force. These sages took her in, helped her to feel whole again, and their beautiful songs rang through the trees long into the nights. They showed her medicine of herbs to heal the body, and Divine Inspiration (Awen in their tongue) to heal the mind. They taught her that wounds could be healed, but the scars would always remain as a reminder of the world that brought us to the current moment. That it was only by learning to cope with those scars and be satisfied that we begin to be whole once again. They taught her that the journey to becoming whole, one that lasts for as long as our life, is far more important than the destination we reach. She was given a name: called Wild, like the forest, and the daughter of none. Then, as mere padawan to the wisdom of these Sages, she was sent to the world to find her own path to become a Druid.
SHIP: N/A
KILLS: None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: None
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ROLE-PLAYS: None yet
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 22 (was deprived of civilization until she was saved by Lady Kay and left to find her own way in the galaxy)
SEX: Female (Transgender)
HEIGHT: 5’11”
WEIGHT: 135 lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Crimson (naturally blonde)
SKIN: Light
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum):
- Survival savvy after several years living beyond the reach of civilization
- Lean-athletic build gives Alli an efficient combination of strength and stamina
- Modifications to her genetic makeup have made her body more resistant to aging
- A combination of Long stretches of time with no one to speak to and no formal education have left Alli mostly illiterate: often stopping mid-sentence being unsure if she is using the right word. Her time finding herself helped with this slightly, but she fell in with an oddball group of nature Sages that continue to leave her stilted in normal conversation. Add to that the fact that she is incredibly self conscious still, and her social skills leave much to be desired.
- Being alone for most of her life, and almost immediately recusing herself from modern civilization, Alli is incredibly anti-social with a preference for animals and nature as opposed to friends.
- Losing his parents at such a young age without understanding why has left Alli with feelings of inferiority which have consequently resulted in an arrogant attitude in attempt to make up for the failings she perceives initially as the reason her parents never came back.
- The event also left her with a warped sense of self, never quite feeling comfortable in her own skin. This dysphoria along with the formative moment of being saved by Lady Kay led her to transition with the help of some less than scrupulous Sith Alchemists. She still feels very self conscious and the Alchemy left her feeling violated in many ways.
APPEARANCE: Alli’s body may have experienced a complete transformation; however, she still is built thin and lean. Sith Alchemy has bolstered her in many ways and slowed her age, though most of that added strength does not show up outwardly. Her skin has become an even lighter shade of white, now almost glowing, and her hair has been knocked into a neat pixie cut in a pinkish crimson color. Her nose, bottom lip, and ears are all pierced with simple jewelry adorning them on most days.
BIOGRAPHY:
The son of Jareth Holst and his then fiancé, Jennifer Holst: Kellan Holst was born during a separation of his parents where his father was led to believe Jennifer had died. For several years he lived with his mom who spent her time searching for his father. At around age 8, his mother and father were reunited but had to hide Kellan from Sith agents who would want to turn his newly discovered force sensitivity into a weapon for the Sith. It was for this reason he was hidden on a planet in the unknown regions as his parents faked his death. There they built a hut for him on a small island and his father trained him in hand to hand combat, taking visits disguised as business trips. It wasn’t long, however, until a Sith spy was able to tail Jareth and Jennifer during one of these visits. They made the decision to chase it in an attempt to destroy it because, while their son was well hidden: the Sith would eventually be able to find him if they knew where to look. Unfortunately, they were led into an ambush. Jareth fought valiantly with his wife preparing a last resort in case of the worst. In his weakened state, Jareth was no match for the overwhelming numbers; however, he was able to buy enough time for his wife to complete a heavily encrypted message for an old friend of Jareth's before their lives ended in the dogfight. Thanks to the sacrifice of his parents Kellan was able to live out the rest of his lonely childhood unmolested by the Sith.
Kellan was not able to hear about this sacrifice, knowing only that his parents hadn’t come back for a very long time, and was left with very little: a couple months of rations, a music device, the Bio droids his father left to protect him from off-world threats, and a necklace with the kyber crystal Jareth used to propose. Alone with so little at such a young age, having only just learned the very basics of the force: Kellan's view of the force was influenced heavily by nature and the music he used to pass time.
Eventually, Kellan was saved from this isolation by Lady Kay, but the nature of this time left him emotionally scarred. Being the first human Kellan saw, he immediately idolized her. This didn’t save him from a panic when he was brought to a seat of civilization. Quickly, he became overwhelmed by a crowd of people and, in a blind panic, lost track of Kay for only a moment. That was enough. He was kidnapped and abused as they shipped him off world. Cracks in his fragile emotional state became chasms of despair and self hatred. The force became untouchable for him in those moments as the fabric of the force didn’t seem quite so corporeal without the bounty of nature at his side.
He was bought and sold many times before a Sith woman by the name of Eshar Corvis found him. In spite of the apparent trappings of the dark side: she was kind to him. She saw untapped potential for the force. Meanwhile, Kellan began to recognize the still growing void in his heart. He still lacked self worth, didn’t feel comfortable in his owns skin, and as the Sith woman attempted to bend him into a frightening Sith warrior: he slowly realized what the true issue was.
Over time she became more and more feminine in her dress and demeanor. The Sith woman took notice of that as well as her poor receptivity to training. The Sith’s master could fix this problem, Eshar surmised, and perhaps then Kellan would finally unleash her power. Torturous weeks were spent warping Kellan with ancient Sith magick, with as much time spent diving into her mind to find an image of what she desired as was spent performing the metamorphosis itself. Pain wracked every inch of her body and mind, but the pain was worth it, she thought, to become the person she was always meant to be. Still, the perversions of Eshar’s master could not be hidden as he invaded Kellan’s mind, and where her face and outward appearance was as she envisioned herself: the man did as he pleased where her imagination hadn’t brought her...
For several days after Kellan, still using a dead name, was unable to move from a bed as her body, mind, and spirit healed from the experience. Eshar stood careful watch over the cocoon until Kellan was able to emerge from the experience renewed. Once Kellan was finally able to walk, assisted by Eshar, the first thing she did was look at herself. Seeing her new self in the mirror for the first time left her elated. Finally, she felt like she wasn’t staring at her reflection through the eyes of an alien body!
She slowly recovered, though the stress of what happened clouded her memories, first walking, then running, then training once again with Eshar. Their bond only grew stronger, even as she was driven to her limits in trying to bring forth her potential. Eventually their relationship evolved, became more intimate. Exhaustion would turn to down moments where Eshar would simply hold her, cradling her weary head. Her breathing would slow down to match the rhythm of Eshar’s heart ticking away in her ear as she lay against the Sith’s chest.
Before either of them understood their feelings fully, they began to expand their down moments. Cradling gave way to kissing that grew more passionate by the day. Eventually things became heated enough that clothing became a barrier to the needs of their hearts, but that was to bring the end of this joyful time.
Many speak of the awesome power of the force. The power to bend the power of the universe to ones own will, but few understand the power of the Word to do the very same. The right words, spoken or written, in the right order can bring about the rise or fall of empires. The force may aid in finding the right words or giving them added weight, but without those right words none of the magic can be so profound. Sure, a “hero” of the Jedi or “villain” of the Sith may perform feats in battle beyond the capacity of thousands of the most well armed and armored warriors, but the power of the story behind their feats is far greater than the weight of the corpses at their feet. In this way it can be understood that a battle is not fought on the field. It’s news, the spin of politicians, whispers of despair or hope between soldiers, and the sentiment of everyday citizens driven by each of these things that truly decides conflict. If the masses are inspired by martyrs or acts of bravery they can overcome the numerically improbable; however, fear of a great warrior can cause a billion-fold army to crumble before the first blaster bolt is even fired. It was for this reason that one phrase uttered in a moment of passion could shatter Kellan’s world once again.
Eshar and Kellan lie in bed, bare skin radiating heat under sheets of luxurious synthetic silk, and bodies dancing like waves of the ocean in intimate harmony. Eshar dips beneath the sheets, and for a moment Kellan experiences the height of ecstasy in her new body. The greatest heights oft reached before one comes crashing to the ground.
“What did he do to you?”
Eshar exclaimed from deep between the sheets. The fabric muffled her voice, but a mixture of surprise, anger, and disgust was still palpable. Kellan took a moment to register the words as Eshar continued,
“I asked him to give you the body you desired, not this”
Kellan finally began to understand that something was wrong as Eshar used the force to tear the sheets away from the bed and illuminate the room. Kellan instinctively sat up and shrank away from her, hiding her body in a display of vulnerability.
“You... you, uh, you are s-scaring me lo-love.”
Kellan hadn’t dealt with her stutter in such a long time. She could swear that every word she struggled to enunciate had the sickly tendrils of her renounced masculinity creep into them. She looked at Eshar now on her knees toward the middle of the bed, a combination of hatred and agony twisted her face, but she didn’t speak.
“P-please, say something t-t-to, me.”
She choked the words out as she saw Eshar’s gaze focused, not on her face, but down where she didn’t dare look. Silence hung thick in the air as Kellan could feel the anger in Eshar grow. The sheets, cast aside, began to crumple and burn. The room itself began to shake as durasteel walls buckled outward,
“Please...”
She looked down, memory flooded back, and her world shattered along with the durasteel windows. She recess into a dissociated state. The following moments passed like a dream or, more likely, a nightmare. Kellan couldn’t move, but Eshar wasted no more time being still. How long had it been since Eshar left the room? When did a second voice arrive to see Kellan sitting up naked with a dead gaze fixed on the ceiling? It was as if time had ceased to exist, it had become a parallel occurrence of moments, something that seemed to have no beginning or end.
Unfettered rage, screaming, ignition of crimson blades. Lightning illuminated where broken lights had ceased. Deflected bolts traced paths of destruction as the room shifted between hues of pale blue and blood red until it all just stopped. The thud of something small rolling along the ground gave way to a larger thud. Kellan felt warmth wrap itself around her. Her breathing began to match the rhythm of something seemingly distant ticking away.
Hatred and disgust had given way to anguish and guilt. The warmth around her tightened until it went stiff and fell away. No more anguish, no more guilt, just a void where a heart should be beating.
To this day, Alli doesn’t quite know how long she sat there. She doesn’t know how she made her way away from that place. All she remembers is that it was the intense hunger the brought some part of her back to reality. From there the days glided, lubricated by misery, as autopilot brought her forward. She still wonders if she ever really left that place, but as she meandered from system to system in a borrowed starship in the unknown regions she came upon a planet by chance.
Perhaps not chance. She descended upon a planet virtually untouched by civilization. She left the ship, something deep in the wood beckoning to her. What she came upon was a small people, humanoid but not quite human, with a love for nature and a deep connection with the force. These sages took her in, helped her to feel whole again, and their beautiful songs rang through the trees long into the nights. They showed her medicine of herbs to heal the body, and Divine Inspiration (Awen in their tongue) to heal the mind. They taught her that wounds could be healed, but the scars would always remain as a reminder of the world that brought us to the current moment. That it was only by learning to cope with those scars and be satisfied that we begin to be whole once again. They taught her that the journey to becoming whole, one that lasts for as long as our life, is far more important than the destination we reach. She was given a name: called Wild, like the forest, and the daughter of none. Then, as mere padawan to the wisdom of these Sages, she was sent to the world to find her own path to become a Druid.
SHIP: N/A
KILLS: None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: None
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ROLE-PLAYS: None yet
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