Aria Xius
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Jedi Knight Aria Xius
"You don't quite understand the true pain the Empire is capable of creating."
Full Name: Aria Xius
Age: 23
Species: Human
Origins: Tatooine
Gender: Female
Height: 5'3"
Build: Petite
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Hazel
Forged By: Aria Xius
Material: Unknown
Crystals: Dantari
Weight: Undetermined
Hilt Length: 25 cm
Range: Close
Force Imbued: Yes
Statistics
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Dexterity
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Diplomacy
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Combat Ability
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Force Abilities
Universal:- Force Concealment
- Force Stealth
- Telepathy
- Breath Control
- Force Bellow
- Force Shield / Barrier
- Force Wave
- Repulse
- Telekinesis
- Force Push / Pull
- Force Stun / Stasis
- Animal Friendship
- Combustion
- Force Orb
- Force Persuasion
- Plant Surge
- Revitalize
Force FearForce Shock
Inventory
Utility Belt:- Commlink
- Weapon Loop
- Aquata Breather
- Stealth Generator
- Datapad
- Daggers
- Bandages
- Bacta
- Food Rations
- Antiseptic
- Various Surgical Equipment
History
Dark Beginnings
Aria, age nine, a captive of the Sith Empire.
I can still clearly recall the settlement I had loosely called home laying in ruins. Smoke rose high into the skies as they, the men in black cloaks, ran about ushering the innocent and afraid into packs to be taken aboard their unmarked ships. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, all of the screaming and shouting a collaborated symphony of panic as I lay, unable to move, atop the remains of what had once been my refuge. The head of the man who had raised me, a slave dealer by the name of Boceta Neir, staring at me from where I had fallen. His mouth was agape and a pool of blood dampened his sandy hair, enhancing the frozen expression of fear upon his face. He was dead... I took shallow breaths, the pain in my ribs almost too much to handle, as I awaited for one of the dark figures to scoop me up and add me to the growing pile of dead, but no one came. It felt as though hours had passed as I laid there, forced to stare into the eyes of my dead master, completely aware of my surroundings and the smell of burnt flesh that soured the air. Though I was only nine, I recounted my entire life up until that moment, realizing how fortunate I had truly been and cursing myself for having taken so much of it for granted. I had been a slave, but I had been taken care of. I had been fed and clothed, beaten only when necessary, and given a bed to rest in; all of that and it now lay in charred ruins.
In that moment of realization, I parted my lips to call out to them, no longer paralyzed in silence. My heart beat so fast in my chest that it tormented every inch of my body, muscles twitching as I fought to regain control over them. I lifted my arm, signaling that I had survived. A few moments later, a pair of worn boots shifted into my field of vision as I looked up to see a masked man standing over my broken frame; a man I would later come to know as Ira Infernus. He would stand not only as my savior, but as my greatest adversary.
His cold, armored hand, curled around my thin arm, dragging me across the hot sands towards the ramp of the unfamiliar ship. It was then that I became a slave for the second time in my life, though this time I wouldn't serve an elderly man, it was the Sith Empire.
A Decent Into Darkness
Aria as a Sith Apprentice.
Life among the Sith was painful and meaningless but I quickly learned to adapt, taking it as an opportunity to learn. When I wasn't confronted by menial and degrading tasks, I hid within the shadows of their training rooms watching as Masters instructed their students. I cleaned, silent and unnoticed, slowly cultivating an adventageous pool of information. I collected small items and an array of weapons that they so carelessly left behind, tucking them away in dusty corners to be used when I had finally constructed a plan of escape. Yes, I was going to leave.. However, it was my extended "obedience" to the Empire, despite their unnecessary beatings, that kept me alive long enough to discover an affinity to the Force. I was able to manipulate it at will, something the other slaves were unable to do; this made me unique to them but also a valuable target. Though I understood, from years of watching them train, that use of this Dark Magic was thought to be aligned with fear, hatred, aggression, and malice.. I remained unfazed. I used this bogan energy to hide among them, concealing my connection to the instrument they so freely referred to as 'The Force'.
It was eight years later, at the age of seventeen, that the Sith discovered my pile of secrets. I had been preparing to run, hoping to commandeer one of their ships and find solace on Ossus, but they had other plans for me. I was taken before the Dark Lord, accused of treason which included conspiracy against the Empire, and sentenced to die..
"If you have any last words, now is an opportune time to spit them out.." a burly Knight instructed me, his sword held to my throat eagerly awaiting his chance to end my miserable existence. I took the moment to recount my life one last time, telling them of how I had come to stand before them..
"..I was born to a harlot and delivered to a life of ridicule. My father, a man I know only by name, Ferenc, had encountered her upon Tatooine. I've been told that he was there on a trial of strength, intending to kill his eldest daughter, Eva. Perhaps I've been fortunate not to meet him, though I can't say for certain. He abandoned my mother shortly after and remains, to my knowledge, unaware of my existence."
I wasn't sure if I expected pity from them or just wanted someone to listen to my story, but they remained silent. It came as a shock to me that even the Dark Lord himself seemed interested in my story, but the Knight had drawn his weapon away from my throat.
"I was a year old when my mother, damned to a life of prostitution, sold me to a group of slave dealers in hopes of paying off her various debts to the Mandalorian Crime Boss, Jorus Marr. I don't know much about her as Boceta, the man you killed on Tatooine when you took us hostage, had hoped to spare me the trauma. He took me in, though I remained a slave, and raised me the best that he could.."
I had half intended for them to slit my throat and silence me part way through my story, but they hadn't. They were still listening.. odd. I watched them individually as I continued to recount my entire life up until the moment of my capture and, when I had finished the Dark Lord himself stood to his feet in front of me. He raised a hand, ordering the Knight to back away from me as I continued to kneel upon the ground in front of them.
"Stand." He ordered. Though, before I could muster up the energy to climb to my feet, one of the men wrapped his hands around my arm and forced me to them. "Call him to me," he whispered to one of his subordinates. He placed a hand under my chin and roughly pulled my gaze up towards his, seemingly inspecting me as my heart raced in my chest almost to the point of making me nauseous. In those moments, that I had spoken what were supposed to be my final words, I had shed light upon further secrets.
He walked in, eyes cold and a complexion to match. The Anzati man circled me without so much as uttering a sound, robes licking his ankles as he ran a rough hand through my hair. "Fine," was all he had said before taking a position without the small group that had gathered to witness my execution. And with that, it became suddenly clear that I knelt, destined for death, at the feet of my Father. It was a revelation that guarded my existence. However, while this freed me from slavery it did not excuse me from punishments - I had planned to make a fool out of the Empire. A lonely slave who had planned to escape using their own instruments..
The welts pained me at night, but as I nursed my wounds I nursed my hatred and it blossomed. The very sight of Ferenc made me sick and the Sith continued to make no difficulties easier. Though I was finally allowed to learn, choosing to expand my knowledge of the Force and take up the rank of Neophyte within the House of Sadow, my achievements soon became his and those within the Order began to look at me through his eyes. Eventually his failures were cast onto me
The welts, they pained me at night, but as I nursed my wounds I nursed my hatred and it blossomed. The very sigh of Ferenc made me sick and the Sith continued to make no difficulties easier. Though I was allowed to learn, choosing to expand my knowledge of the Force and take up the rank of Neophyte within the House of Sadow, my achievements soon became his and those within the Order began to look at me through his eyes.. They cast his failures onto me; I despised being compared to him, taking on punishments for his ignorance.
I used my strong feelings of hatred to fuel my determination, seeking out the teachings of both my Uncle, Dre Bren, and the very man that had taken me to the Order, Ira Infernus. The two of them, separately, offered me a deal - they would help me in my rise to power in return for unwavering respect and loyalty. It was then that I took up the alias Aria Xius, no longer wanting to b associated with Ferenc, and began my decent into darkness..
On The Run
Running from the Empire.
Utilizing the teachings of both Dre and Ira, I satisfied my hunger for power and eventually gained enough of a reputation within the Order to catch the attention of Kallias. He was Dark Lord Kreshs right hand man, but his admiration would be my downfall. My apprenticeship angered Ira to the point he longed for my death as I had betrayed his teachings and, in turn, betrayed him. Though it would be years until he was presented with the opportunity to engage his anger as I was safe, for the time being, under Kallias' instruction. He trained me vigorously in the Force as well as saber combat, though soon it wouldn't be enough. It felt as though I was overlooked; others soared through the ranks, surpassing me as I stayed behind - in time, even Kallias had become distant. I stayed though, for fear that Ira might take up arms against me.
Another year passed as I remained stuck in a stand still, becoming restless and impatient while watching the others continue to surpass me. In my eyes I was the 'forever apprentice'.. Kallias had no intention of helping me to progress further, probably for fear that I would grow overconfident and attempt to strike him down too early, to claim his title of Dark Hand, though those clearly weren't my intentions. I was too fearful of Fab Kresh to want to serve so closely to him and so, after weighing my options, I set off on my own in a quest for more power, spending little time under the Siths watchful eyes.
I traveled, frequenting both Dromund Kaas and the forests of Esseles, but it was upon the Republic planet of Ord Mantel that even more secrets to my past would become clear. As I stood upon the sandy beaches, next to Ferenc, an overwhelming sense of hatred consumed me. The two of us stood, face to face, with numerous Knights of the Jedi Order though one name in particular stood out to me; Eva Shalluat. I urged Ferenc to strike out against her in hopes that he might satisfy his desire to kill her, but the coward refused and instead fled the area. Now I stood, outnumbered, staring down the long beams of the Jedi blades, but I wouldn't surrender..
The battle ensued, lasting but a couple of minutes as I struggled against them, eventually succumbing to my wounds and falling to my knees. The Jedi, they stripped me of my equipment, disabling my holocom and locking my weapons away within their ships. For the first time in a long time, I was genuinely afraid - though I had learned much throughout my years among the Sith I was still unfamiliar with the Jedi; I knew only that they were our adversaries. I was going to die and there wasn't anyone who could save me this time, but myself.
The Knight who made my official arrest by locking the stun cuffs around my wrists, a man by the name of Gareth Yalthik, oversaw the entire procedure. He was calm and gentle, despite my acts of hatred, though I was convinced it was nothing more than a ploy to keep me from struggling further. Either way, I complied, remaining silent through the entire trip back to their Order upon Tython. On more than one occasion, he had inquired about my name and how I had come to know Jedi Knight Shalluat, but I had refused to answer as I was too afraid that they might use it against me but he still remained tranquil.
Upon arriving he tended to my wounds, seemingly unaware that I was his enemy. As a Sith and a previous slave, I was unaccustomed to such acts of kindness. I was given a change of robes, a pillow and a blanket and even though I refused all three of them, Gareth and the other Jedi made certain that I was comfortable and I was..
For days they left me to sit in silence only occasionally attempting to get me to speak to them, assuring me that they only wanted to help. They offered me a chance at redemption, something I would later come to see as a beacon of hope - my one chance to slip away from the Empire entirely. It was clear though, that the Jedi had different motives; they didn't fight for the same causes as the Empire did, nor were they so violent in their efforts. Perhaps they weren't my adversaries after all, though I still declined their invitation.
I was sent to a Republic Prison upon the planet Kiffex to serve out a small sentence for attempting to massacre the small group of Knights. They took me from my cell and escorted me to a small ship that sat dormant at the back of their hangar bay. I'd never make it to Kiffex though, instead I'd be rescued by the very man I had sought to escape from; Kallias. He, accompanied by a small group of Sith Knights and Masters, ambushed the small transport team before they had even loaded me upon their ship. They had been angered by Ferenc's distasteful display of fear in running upon Ord Mantel. My decision had been made though, I no longer wished to serve the Empire and now I was being dragged back to them..
That night I sat awake in my chambers, awaiting for the Order to fall still as I packed my things and made my way to my Masters ship, taking off in search of refuge though I wasn't quite certain yet where to find it. It was in that moment that I became an enemy to the Empire and their relentless quest to deliver me to death ensued..
Equipped with nothing but my lightsaber and a small pack of survival rations, I fled to the forests of Felucia. For months I was able to remain hidden, constantly moving to avoid being caught by the Empire, but they progressed too quickly. There was no doubt in my mind that I had soured the last of their patience, to allow them to catch me would mean my death and so I ran to the last place they would think to look for me.. the Jedi Temple.
The journey there was a test of my strength; I was ambushed on countless occasions. First by Kallias himself and then by Ira Infernus. They sent small groups of Knights out to find me, in hopes of bringing my head back to Lord Kresh, but I was quick to evade them. I took my former masters ship, burning up the last of its fuel, to the Republic Planet of Coruscant where I sold it in order to pay for untraceable transportation to Tython. If anything, they'd track the ships beacon and assume I was hiding among the population, giving me enough time to turn myself over to those I had once considered my enemy..
Second Chances
A glimpse of the Jedi Temple in a new light.
I recall the tall gates coming into view upon the horizon, and though I wasn't positive what my future held from that point on, a sense of relief washed over me. The statues, standing tall at either side of the doors, held tight to their lightsabers ignited into the skies like a signal fire. Whether I was to be executed, sent to their Republic Prison, or allowed another chance at redemption.. I was content in knowing that I would be safe from the hands of Fab, Kallias, Ira and the others. I was free; no longer a slave to the Empire - the only person I served was myself, though I dreamed of serving the Jedi Order and the Republic.
I stood in waiting for quite some time, admiring the magificent structure from a distance before shedding my dark outer robings and walking forwards. In my hand I held my disignited saber, approaching the vanguards who stood watch outside with a sort of caution. One looked to me in curiosity, as the other two moved in front of the large metal doors to silently deny me entry. "I.. wish to speak to the Jedi Council." I spoke in a voice that echoed fear as I passed him my lightsaber and bare utility belt, leaving myself completely unarmed.
One of them raised his armored wrist to his lips and spoke in an ambiguous tone. Though I craned my neck to hear what he had to say, I couldn't though I assumed he had called the Council to convene with me. It was too my surprise though, that the same man whom had captured me prior opened the gates instead. The Vanguards handed him my equipment, not a single one of them uttering a word as he ushered me inside. Again, I assumed he would take me to the Council, but instead I was lead back to their cells.
A heaviness filled my heart as I concluded my sentence and accepted my fate. Again, he made sure that I was comfortable within the cells and left me to my thoughts and though I was almost certain I'd never serve among their ranks, I was still contented to know that I wouldn't have to serve the Empire any longer - even if my entire life consisted of sleeping in that one cell, I'd be happy.
For days they left me, only showing their faces to present me with food and water. I grew resistant, both curious and afraid for their plans. It was only by reaching out to Gareth that I was finally able to speak - this time less inclined to keep information from them. I revealed my name as Aria Xius, the alias I had taken so long ago in hopes that they wouldn't view me as one of Ferencs progenitors. In turn he told me his name and about his time in the Order and the more we talked the more my fondness grew for him. Jedi Knight Gareth Yalthik, a man I had once sought to strike down, had become my first friend and it was through our friendship that over the next few weeks I learned of the Councils meeting to decide my fate. I was introduced to Jedi Knight and Council member Vellius who donned me a new pair of robes and my long awaited second chance at redemption. I was an Initiate within their Order..
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