Anara Valnor
The Crimson Siren
NAME: Anara Valnor
FACTION: NONE
RANK: Master
SPECIES: Human
PHYSICAL AGE: 28
ACTUAL AGE: 438
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'3"
WEIGHT: 128
EYES: Amber
HAIR: Red, sometimes dyes part of it black.
SKIN: Fair
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
- Scars - Anara has a multitude of scars littering her body from her time as a pit fighter.
- Slave brand - On the inner thigh of her left leg, very close to her pelvis, is the brand of her former slave owner. Since being freed no one has seen this brand, Anara keeps it a secret.
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STRENGTHS :
- Unique Force Connection - Anara's connection to the Force is extremely unique because she doesn't see it or even feel it; Anara actually hears the Force. The Force has a distinct song and every being in the galaxy has their very own melody, allowing her to distinguish between people far better than some Force users.
- Sound Manipulation -Her ability to manipulate sounds and her voice with the Force allows her to manipulate people that would usually be to strong willed for a basic mind trick.
- Empathy -Due to her unique connection, Anara is incredibly aware of how others feel. She can hear their feelings in their melodies, which makes it much easier for her to judge an individuals character. Anara literally knows things about people that they don't even realize about themselves.
- Melee Combat - During her time as a pit fighter on Nar Shaddaa she had to learn to fight in order to survive. The scars littering her body are evidence of the hard lessons she learned during that time. However, she still lives so clearly she learned how to handle herself in hand to hand combat as well as with basic and crude weapons. Anara doesn't look it and certainly never brags about her skills, but she is a ruthless killer when necessary.
WEAKNESSES :
- Poor pilot - Anara cannot pilot a ship without getting lost at least once, even on autopilot she seems to have difficulty getting from one place to the next.
- Rebellious/Anarchist - She is insanely stubborn and has a habit of speaking before thinking; her mouth gets her into a fair bit of trouble. On top of being stubborn and having an inability to stay quiet at the appropriate times, Anara also has a temper and often rushes into situations. The fact that she lets her emotions get the better of her means she walks a very thin line; she could fall to the Darkside rather easily with just the right push.
- Danger Whore - Anara tends to be naive and often finds herself mixed up with the wrong people because of it. To top it all off, she has a reckless streak a galactic mile wide. She thrives on danger; it makes her feel alive.
SHIP:
The Banshee
[SIZE=12pt]Length - 20.2 meters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Maximum speed (atmosphere) - 950 km/h[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Hyperdrive rating – [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]• Class 2.0 [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]• Backup Class 12 [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Shielding - Military-grade deflector shield generators [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Navigation system - Equipped [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Armament –[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]• Double heavy laser cannon turrets (3) [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]• Autoblasters (8) [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]• Proton torpedo launcher (1) [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]o Standard load: 16 torpedoes [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Passengers - 3[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Cargo capacity - 1 metric ton [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Consumables - 6 months[/SIZE]
EQUIPMENT:
- Lightsaber - The hilt of her saber is polished onyx with silver inlay wrapped around it in the form of vines and leaves. In the center of the hilt is a bronze insignia; the blade is bright pink.
- Guitar - The body of the guitar is made of veshok wood with a cortosis weave encompassing the body while the rest of the components are made of phrik.
BIOGRAPHY:
Anara was born upon Onderon to Liara and Oron Valnor; she is the youngest of four. Her early years were spent getting into all sorts of trouble with her three older brothers; they frequently went out into the jungle beyond the walls of Iziz. During her adolescence it was obvious that there was more to Anara than met the eye; she often found herself in bad situations, but she always managed to get out of them. Anara had the uncanny ability to know when something was going to happen before it occurred and her reflexes always got the best of her brothers. It wasn’t until a chance encounter with a Jedi Master and his Padawan while out with her family that little Anara learned just how unique she really was.
Although her family now knew that Anara was Force sensitive nothing really changed for the youngest Valnor, life continued on like normal, for a time. As Anara got older, however, things did change as her eldest brother, Kaz, vanished. The disappearance of Kaz hit the family hard, especially Anara and it caused her to drift into a state of depression for a time. While working through the disappearance of her eldest brother Anara delved into the world of music, finding solace in the beautiful melodies she could create with her voice. As she delved deeper and deeper into the musical world, Anara found herself becoming more naturally in tune with the Force.
Finally at the age of sixteen Anara decided it was time to decide where she wanted to stand in the galaxy. Being incredibly gifted with her voice and musical affinity, she had the possibility of making it big and becoming a rock star, but she could also be so much more than that. To the surprise of everyone that knew her, Anara left Onderon and headed straight to Naboo to begin her training as a Jedi. With that one decision, Anara’s life become filled with more excitement and danger than she had ever dreamed possible.
Shortly after joining the Jedi, Anara met a young man that had grown up just a world away from her, Rikx Darktide of Dxun. The two became fast friends and were practically inseparable; they joined the Jedi at nearly the same time. As their friendship moved toward being something more, something deeper, Anara was suddenly taken over by voices of the dead of Dxun. The voices were directly connected to Rikx, a burden he carried with him where ever he went. However, somehow through their simple bond of friendship, his burden ended up becoming her’s as well. The voices were painful to hear and they nearly killed her with their sheer power, but through a complex ritual performed upon Dxun Anara was purged of the Voices.
After freeing Anara from the Voices, Rikx left the Jedi; to this day Anara has not seen or heard from him since. With that trial past her, Anara returned to her training with her Master, Tantor Aden. Quickly she rose to the rank of Jedi Knight and with her new rank, she met a man by the name of Mercureus Hawk; the two fell in love quickly. Everything seemed to be going right in her life, until she made the foolish decision to take a Sith Lord on all alone. The battle between the two was unlike anything ever heard of before, but in the end Anara was unable to match the Sith Lord. The Darth turned Anara to the Darkside, corrupting her to the core and thus Lady Hathor was born into the galaxy.
Lady Hathor remained at the side of her Dark Lord for many long months, until Tantor and his wife came to pull her from the Darkness. The battle between the four was long, but in the end Anara was saved although she would never be the same again. Now, with a taste of the Darkness always there to taunt her, Anara returned to the Jedi and her love, Merc. Once more her life was back on track, though things were very slow going for a while as she had to win the trust of her friends back. In time things returned to normal and before long Merc proposed to her; at the young age of twenty Anara was engaged to her fellow Jedi and a Dathomiri Clan Father. Her life was looking up, however, Anara wasn’t allowed to enjoy the normalcy for long because Merc vanished without a trace. Heartbroken, Anara nearly lost herself to the Darkness again as she scoured the galaxy for the man she loved, but after more than a year of searching she gave up.
Depressed beyond words Anara returned to the Jedi, going through her daily routine day in and day out, completely detached from it all. Eventually she worked through some of her depression, always hoping that Merc would return to her safely. Merc never returned and while still grieving for the loss of her love, Anara soon found herself mixed up with bad company. She became the target of a sentient AI of unknown origins, a creature by the name of Omni. He infected Anara and countless others with nanites, thus forcing them to do his bidding. Compelled to obey Omni she was forced to lead an army against Bakura, staining the landscape of the planet red with the blood of thousands. Omni's attack upon organics happened across the galaxy and Anara was not alone in her plight, but that didn't make it any easier for her to deal with. Those not taken over by Omni fought back and eventually he was beaten, but not before many lives were lost. Freed of the creatures hold, Anara was once again left to sit in the dust as she tried to move past what she had done. Anara never got over her attack upon Bakura, unable to accept that she couldn't have stopped it. From then on Anara always walked more in the shadows than down the path of Light.
A chance encounter with a Sith Knight by the name of Moridin eventually led to her ultimate trial. For one reason or another Anara caught the man’s attention and he went out of his way to toy with her, until his untimely death. However, even death wasn’t able to keep Moridin from his favorite new toy. Through a freak accident with an artifact meant to rip her soul from her body, Anara wound up being bound to Moridin. While Anara never knew what the artifact was meant to do until much later, she never suspected the plan that Moridin intricately weaved around her. Moridin’s plan finally ended with he and Anara on Byss, the world he had conquered while still living between the physical plane and the spirit realm. Upon Byss, with Anara’s unknowing help, Moridin was able to construct a permanent physical body for his soul to reside within; once more he was part of the living world. However, there was an unforeseen side effect that came about when he killed the billions living upon the planet to reconstruct his body. Anara’s connection to the Force was destroyed, leaving her suddenly deaf to its beautiful melody. With her connection torn away from her, Anara ran from Moridin, the man that had tricked her into loving him. Once more with a broken heart she stumbled back out into the galaxy, but she did not return to the Jedi. Instead Anara ended up in the darkest place she has ever been.
While trying to find her place in the galaxy now that she was just a normal individual, she was captured and sold into the world of slavery. Naturally, she tried to escape the slavers, but she nearly died for her efforts. Branded and owned, she became a well known pit fighter upon Nar Shaddaa by the age of twenty-four; her name was Siren to the locals. With her spirit broken, she lived for nothing except the fights because it was all she had left; any dream of ever being free was long gone. That is, until some boisterous individuals decided to start a riot during one of her fights, allowing her to escape with the aid of a man by the name of Cage Raxel. Once freed Anara was thrust deep into the Underworld; it was the only place she could call home and the only place she felt safe. With her freedom Anara spiraled out of control, the physical and mental trauma she had suffered over the past few years finally catching up with her now that she was gifted with a break from all the darkness.
In order to cope with everything she had endure Anara found her solace in booze and drugs. In time it became normal for Anara to be continuously high and when she wasn’t riding high on spice, she was wasted on copious amounts of alcohol. She became increasingly reckless, but no one seemed eager to stop her, that is until her Master, Tantor, found out she was still alive. Quickly he hunted her down and thus set about saving her from herself once more, however, this time Anara fought against his efforts like never before. Finally Tantor succeeded in reaching his apprentice and so began the slow process of healing for Anara. Unfortunately, she didn’t get far.
All the while Anara was a slave, she had believed Moridin to be dead because if he had loved her as he claimed, then certainly he would have come for her. Well the man that had destroyed her, wasn’t dead. For one reason or another he had let her be, until something dark began to spread across the galaxy. Fearing for her life, he located her and swept her away from her friends and family, taking her to Byss in the dark of night. Upon Byss he locked her away, placing her in stasis where she slept for over four hundred years. When the plague had finally passed, a man in search of treasure got more than he bargained for when he found Anara sleeping soundly in a room filled with long dead guards. Once awakened, it became clear that her connection to the Force had healed while she had slept, leaving Anara far more powerful than she had previously been.
Now a Master Jedi, she wanders the galaxy looking for her place in a time that is now her own.
RECENT HISTORY PART I
Wandering from world to world, Anara found herself amongst the Republic for a short time. After growing weary of the politics and the constant turmoil she wandered off on her own, her travels once more aimless. She met various people in her travels and one in particular left his mark upon her. Mikhail Shorn, a Sith Lord, wound up being bound to her with an emotional link neither of them understands. Able to feel each other over great distances they are still adjusting to their new found bond, though, Anara seems to be the most affected by it. Upon their first meeting Mikhail sought to bring her to the Darkness, but his attempt failed and instead a bond was created between them. Now with one foot in the Light and the other in the Darkness she has joined up with the Vagrant Fleet, at Mikhail's suggestion, and now calls the wandering fleet home.While part of the Vagrant Fleet she had a chance encounter with a man from Onderon, the first person she'd met from her homeworld since awakening. Their meeting was pleasant and left Anara feeling homesick, so she traveled back home only to find herself being followed by Disciple, a man she had only met briefly long before the plague struck the galaxy. He taunted and teased her, toying with her already fragile psyche and urging her to "be herself". However, confused and afraid of who she may truly be, Anara has now fallen back into the habits of drug and alcohol abuse as she seeks to avoid all feeling and thought.
While going through the motions of day to day life with the help of her favored drug and alcohol mix she wound up encountering a man by the name of Christian Slade. Their meeting ended poorly for her, but he was not to be her true downfall. No the man that brought the Jedi Master to her knees was none other than Moridin, the man she had given her all to. The two met one final time by chance and that chance meeting cost Anara her very life. The two former lovers fought and Moridin won out, but as Anara lay dying at his feet he had a moment of clarity. Moridin recalled that she was the woman he loved, the woman that saved him, and so he repaid her the only way he could. Moridin passed 500k souls from Byss to Anara to heal her grievous wounds, but in that same moment he doomed Anara to an existence the same as his own. The voices of thousands cry out unceasingly for their Master, Moridin, and slowly Anara is falling into the deepest depths of the Darkness. Soon she shall be the very bride of Chaos.
RECENT HISTORY PART II
"She'd vanished, plain and simple. Her children had been given no warning nor any of those that considered her lover or friend. In the end none of them had mattered to her, frell, her own life hadn't mattered much to her anymore.She had thought that time away from everything would ease her mind and allow her to tame the chaos of her soul. It hadn't. Coping with being 400 years out of her time and filled with countless souls she had caused to perish was apparently more than even she could handle. Death seemed to be the only way out and perhaps the last great adventure left to her.
She'd had every intention of ending her life and becoming one with the Force, but something had stayed her hand. She couldn't say what, perhaps a ghost from her past. Whatever the reason Anara instead turned to having her memory wiped clean; she'd never been given the chance to have a fresh start in this new age. Not really at least.
They say hardships make you into the man or woman you are meant to be, they shape and mold you, make you grow and force you to survive. She was tired of simply surviving, she wanted to live as she was meant to 400 years ago. The souls could be washed away and all her sins, at least as far as her memory was concerned, but the taint would remain. That she could live with, she could cope with that.
So Anara had gone through with it, all of her memories of her family, her time as a Jedi, of Moridin and her children, everything was taken from her. All that was left was the knowledge that her name was Anara Valnor and she was a Sith Lord."
KILLS:
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ACTIVE ROLE-PLAYS:
Technically Speaking...I'm a Terrible Pilot
New Beginnings
Familiar Faces
Drifting Toward Oblivion
Claiming the Crown Part 1
Justice Never Learns
COMPLETE ROLE-PLAYS:
Justice Never Pays
Puzzle Pieces
INCOMPLETE ROLE-PLAYS:
