The Formless Mandalorian Cultist
Amnesia, the Formless Mandalorian Cultist
NAME: Amnesia (Cult name not yet given)
FACTION: Dominion of Shadows
CLAN: Formerly Clan Gred
RANK: Trooper
SPECIALIZATION: Mandalorian Anti-Force Hunter
SPECIES: Modified Mutant Changeling
AGE: 20
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: Variable (Usually about 5'7'')
WEIGHT: Variable (Approximately 200 lbs due to extra bodymass for changing)
EYES: Variable (Often bright green)
HAIR: Variable (Often long and a silver color)
SKIN: Variable (Often a pale complexion)
HOW AMNESIA USUALLY LOOKS
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
THEME SONG: The Vengeful One
STRENGTHS:
- A perfect copy: When she transforms, she becomes a perfect copy of the target. Biologically speaking, she becomes them. Her voice, mannerisms and even force signature are near identical. She can take on a massive number of appearances, from animals to sentient creatures as small as an ewok, up to approximately the mass of a wookiee.
- Deadly: She is a fully trained and combat experienced Mandalorian, trained to hunt down Sith and Jedi, with all that entails. She can use nearly any type of weapon, including her own body, with great skill.
- Explosives: The girl is very adept at the proper use of explosive devices and the various uses of such.
- Superior Healing: Her body can heal quickly from non-serious wounds in a matter of minutes, and from life threatening wounds in a matter of hours.
- Pilot: While no ace, she is a skilled pilot.
- Mental Strength: Highly resistant to mindtricks, mind control, and illusions.
WEAKNESSES:
- Unstable: She has a limited amount of time she can keep up each transformation. While its a decent amount of time, its always a race against the clock.
- Cult Mentality: To keep her fractured mind from completely shattering, she has joined the cult of the Dominion of Shadows. She has thrown everything into it, and believes its doctrine with all her might. She MUST believe it.
- Revenge: She is powered by a desire for revenge against Clan Gred.
- No Moral Compass: With Mig's influence in her gone, and the brokenness of her mind seeping through, she has little in the way of a moral compass beyond the Dominions teachings.
- Sick: While she has gone a long way in her treatment, she is still sick from a Dark Side Poisoning.
APPEARANCE:
As of now, her appearance is as variable as there are sentient and non-sentient creatures in the galaxy. However, she tends to be most comfortable when she takes on the appearance of female humanoids. Also, when in her armor, it should be noted she always takes the same form. She is a female human approximately 5'8'', with athletic proportions. Her skin is pale, her hair long and silver, and her eyes a bright green.
PERSONALITY:
She is deadly, a consummate professional that knows little about fear. Compared to what has been done to her in the past, she believes there is nothing more to be afraid of. Her mind is just a sliver away from broken, and she can justify almost any action, so long as the Seer and the Shaman ask it of her. She seeks glory, honor, power, and to gain strength through deadly challenges. However, for those who gain her friendship she is loyal, trustworthy, and unwavering in her protection of them.
BIOGRAPHY:
Once upon a time, she was a little girl of some near human or humanoid species. Perhaps a Clawdite, Shii'do, or other. However, she has no memories of that time period. Her first memories are of being changed and tormented by a rogue Sith. He changed her body in every way he physically could. In time, with how variable and easy to change she had become, the girl simply forgot what she was, what she looked like, her name or anything else. In truth, she had forgotten if she had actually been a girl at all. All she knew was pain, humiliation, and uncertainty.
However, she LEARNED patience in time, and during an attack on the citadel, managed to escape. Alone, isolated and without hope the girl resigned herself to non-existence. It would be better than what she had known up till that point, she felt. Yet, fate had another path. She never figured out WHY she had been rescued, but a Mandalorian Mercenary took her in, nursed her to health. Even after he had learned what she was, his attitude didn't change. Instead, she was taken to Concorde Dawn.
There, she grew stronger, and slowly began to learn Mando'a, and the customs of the people she found herself in. However, she still had no form of her own, and it often changed. Until the day she met a refugee girl. The girl was sick, dying, there was no cure for her. However, the changling took care of her in those last days. The dying girl gave the Changeling one request: After she died, to look like her, so that they could both continue to be together. Upon her death, the Changeling did as she was asked, and took on the girl's form. The Alor of Clan Gred gave her the name Amnesia Gred, and with her new form she was trained in the ways of the Mandalorian for over a decade.
The day she put on her Beskar'gam was a proud day. She felt complete. No longer did it matter if she had a true form, she would always be herself. The armor gave her that feeling of security, of stability, of identity, and she proved herself worthy of it.
When the Sith attacked Concord Dawn she laid her life on the line, along with much of her Clan, to secure the escape routes for the civilians, the youth, and the other non-combatants. They did not fail, they fought hard, like warriors. They fought even long after the last of the civilians had made out of their space port. They fought so hard the Sith felt they had to be hiding something. One by one, the Clan members with her fell in defense of their home, and their world. Overwhelmed, Amnesia herself thought she had earned a warrior's death. But she woke up in Sith captivity once again.
The torture did not stop. Mind and body would be broken and healed over and over; the agony would be so intense that it would make her beg for death. Her happy memories of her clan were stripped from her mind and replaced with torment, grief, and despair. As the years passed, she could no longer remember the faces of her clan or their names. She no longer remembered the face or the name of the girl she had promised to be with forever. Even the name she had taken, Amnesia, began to feel faint and hollow. At the end, she had nothing beyond being Mando'ade. But it remained, and the moment they made a mistake she killed her captors, stole their forms and escaped the planet. However, it came at great cost. The Darkside poisoned her very core and slowly sapped the life from her. Her memory of the next few months was hazy, but when she came to herself once more, she had been transported to Denon. There in the dark of the city, she attempted to piece together her fragmented memories.
However, as bad off as she was, she wasn't completely helpless. Small, odd jobs here and there helped keep her alive. But each passing day, she felt herself slip further and further away. Who she was began to feel distant and lost. Even as she regained her memories and attempted to reach out to Clan Gred, her calls for help went unanswered. On the verge of death, she cursed the Clan that had forgotten her, and broke their promises. In that moment, the Seer found her. Slowly he healed her body and raised her up to be one of his instruments. From that moment, she lived to excel, to strike down all enemies of the Dominion, and to take her revenge upon Mig Gred, the liar and betrayer who left her to die.
SHIP:
None
GEAR:
None
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
RELATIONSHIPS:
Mig Gred
: Former Alor, her betrayer. The Seer : Her Savior.
ROLE-PLAYS:
None
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