Athsheva Rin
Yuuzhan Vong. Shaper. Exile.
Athsheva Rin
| Age | 29 |
| Species | Yuuzhan Vong |
| Gender | Female (she/her) |
| Height | 1.8 meters |
| Weight | 68 kg |
| Force Sensitive | Force Dead |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
At 5'10 and 150lbs, Athsheva is tall and slender. Like most of her kind, her tattooed forehead slopes backwards, the high hairline of her jet-black hair forming a widow's peak. She keeps the rest of it tied in a tight ponytail that reaches her mid-back. Black tattoos of curling, fractal patterns stretch across her face and body like vines. Like all Yuuzhan Vong, her face is centered by an open pit of a nose. She wears a tan and brown oozhith, a living garment, of which the skirt ends just above the knees for better movement. Her right hand has been replaced by a shaper hand, a cephalopoidal creature with eight digits tipped with tiny, razor sharp claws.
INVENTORY
Oozhith
Gnullith
Amphistaff
Shaper Hand
Yorik-vec Assault Cruiser
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Athsheva is haughty, superior, clever, and curious. She believes herself to be the smartest person in any given room-- and that the Yuuzhan Vong have a destiny far beyond the paltry scraps of what remains of her people. Her tendency to constantly think one step ahead of her opponents-- combined with her tendency towards curiosity over the world that has been denied to her-- makes her a dangerous, formidable enemy... or a potentially valuable ally. But she doesn't make friends easily. She has a low opinion of pacifists, believing them to be as equally deluded as the prefects of her homeworld. While she knows only scraps about the Jeedai and their dark counterparts, she believes them to be vile tricksters and ungodly sorcerers... and while their tricks intrigue her, she does not trust them in the slightest.
STRENGTHS
BLESSED ARE THE MAKERS: As a shaper, Athsheva is skilled in a wide variety of biological, zoological and genetic sciences. She is an artist, and the very fabric of life is her canvas. From dissections and organ grafting to medicine and biot creation, Athsheva is skilled in the study and manipulation of life.
SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST: After being exiled from her colony and into the wilderness of her home planet, Athsheva has developed the drive, skills and physical aptitude to remain alive in extreme environments. Starting a fire, foraging for resources, building (or even growing) shelter-- she's become an expert at all of them.
CURIOSITY OVER FEAR: Athsheva prizes knowledge over ignorance. While this attitude has limits (especially in regards to technology), Athsheva is always seeking to learn more about the galaxy that has been hidden from her.
CLEVER GIRL: Athsheva's skill as a shaper, high as it was, was not enough to help her achieve the rank of Master Shaper. Being clever, always planning and staying one step ahead of her political opponents and career rivals, did that.
FORCE DEAD: Jeedai beware...
WEAKNESSES
TECHNOLOGICALLY INEPT: What it says on the tin. Athsheva is completely ignorant of even the most basic functions of mechanical technology, and she holds a distaste for it, believing that biology will always be more dependable. This distaste means that she's clueless on how to operate even the simplest of machines.
SUPERIORITY COMPLEX: She has one, and it's about as big as her forehead. Athsheva thinks that she's the smartest person in the room-- sometimes she's right, but just as often, she's not, which means underestimating potential opponents.
ON THE MOVE: As a nomad and an exile, constantly searching for new information and new experiences, Athsheva is disinclined to put down roots in any one place. She's more likely to make an enemy than a permanent ally. Friendship? Forget it.
HISTORY
Tucked away beneath the surface of an otherwise inhospitable and unremarkable planet in the Unknown Regions, there exists an entire subterranean civilization of Yuuzhan Vong-- refugees who fled the persecution that immediately followed their defeat at the hands of the GFFA almost 900 years ago. Entire generations have lived and died in these gargantuan caverns, illuminated only by the light of bioluminescent moss, speaking in hushed tones of the dangers of the surface world-- and beyond. A new civilization has arisen from the ashes of war, embrace a meager and relatively peaceful existence under a million tons of rock and stone.
It was into this society that Athsheva Rin was born.
As one of the Shaper caste, Athsheva excelled in her early studies of natural life, quickly advancing far beyond the ken of her fellow crechemates. Her talent with shaping, however, was always paired with a questionable desire to do more-- to push the boundaries of what her people thought possible and unlock new avenues of thought and theory. For a while, those in power tolerated these transgressions, and Athsheva rose to the rank of Master Shaper.
As Athsheva grew in age, so, too, did her questions. Why were her people destined to spend their lives underground? Where did they come from? Even the prefects, the highest leaders of their civilization, could not answer such questions. They, too, were unaware of the full extent of the truth: centuries ago, their ancestors had made the difficult decision to hide the terrible true history of Yuuzhan Vong from the children of the creches, in a misguided attempt to avoid repeating the mistakes of the past.
As it turned out, not everyone of that time had agreed with the decision. Some had made a point to record the truth, hiding it in the lower depths of the deepest catacombs, with the idea that it would be found once again by their distant descendants. It was upon these scattered notes and fragmentary records that Athsheva, in her expeditions, eventually stumbled upon. To her, it was vindication. The prefects had been hiding something all along. Unfortunately, the passage of speech and time, plus Athsheva's own biases, meant that she misinterpreted the records-- not as harsh warnings of a past and potential future to avoid, but as models to base themselves upon.
When she attempted to disseminate these writings into her society, the prefects, fearing the destabilization of their perfect society, moved to exile her. They stripped her of her rank, casting her out into the barren world overhead-- an arid husk of a planet, populated only by the most enduring of extremophile life forms. And yet... it was here that Athsheva not only survived, but thrived. Over the span of two years, the former Master Shaper tenderly cultivated a grove of yorik coral, one of the few things she had managed to smuggle out of the city with her. With no one to look over her shoulder, Athsheva Rin began a process of unprecedented and untempered trial and error, based on the fragmentary knowledge she recovered from the lost transcripts. All the things that were kept from her became revealed.
Her patience was eventually rewarded with a slightly modified Yorik-vec, a living vessel capable of taking her to the stars. The galaxy was hers for the taking. It was finally time to learn all that had been hidden from her. Athsheva Rin left behind the only planet she had ever known, venturing out into the great unknown.
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