For the Brood
Barefu Shysa - Scale Warden
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Name: Barefu Shysa
Species: Sacrellish (I swear I'll sub this eventually)
Age: 101
Force Sensitive: Yes
Gender: Female
Height: 7'4
Weight: 301 lbs
Homeworld: Sacrelli
Faction: GA / Shysa Emperium
Rank: Ruler / Prophetess / Dark-Aligned Force Master / Queen
Some are born to live mundane lives, and others are born to lead great ones. This was something Shysa learned from a very young age. She wasn't just another child amongst her people; she had become a ruler at only ten years old, pretty much a mouthpiece for her parents. She received the best of everything; whether that was training, food, or priority to things that when she was born were surprisingly scarce. Water... Food... Housing. It took some time to understand the full history of their people, the amount of war, back-stabbing, and bloodshed that had come long before she was even a thought; and once she did, she became hungry. It was then, one day as she was exploring The Great Marsh on her own; that she first felt the call of the Force. Or at least that may have been what she was lead to believe back then.
A Sith Lord, known as Darth Exxah'Ron had called to her. When she was young, he came to her as a weak old man, purposely drawing the girl in with sweets, and tales of the galaxy at large. Tales that far exceeded the limits of what her parents could tell. For weeks, and then months, she would visit him. He was a wise Sith, always making the training something of a game. Yet the old Davaronian was grooming her. He was breaking her mind for a long time. She met him at fifteen, and by the time she was twenty, his sick, frail façade had long faded. As a Sacrellish, she was gifted with an enhanced life cycle. Some Sacrellish people were rumored to have lived well beyond two thousand years; and as they never stopped growing, their potential to become stronger was essentially limitless.
It was this Exxah'Ron foresaw the day he tried to kill her. He saw that she had no interest in playing a game of Light and Dark. Sith vs Jedi... Even more he saw clearly now once she had become older, in her forties; that his training had made her perverse. Poisoned against him. He took an arm, but she boiled his blood; unleashing the full power of the Force he himself had been honing within her. While not a Sith, she reveled in his death; she knew he would have been proud... Her Master had trained her well...
The next sixty years were calculated, and almost a blink; Shysa first rebranded the Sacrellish people's into a more personal designation. They were no longer just the Sacrellish empire... They were HER people. All that opposed this new rule died, some openly, some in the shadows. In the end, Shysa ended up being known as the Scale Warden; a dutiful leader, but a cruel woman in her own right. Many rumors came about, with some saying that the woman was possessed; though over time the direction she pushed their people in caused those rumors to be quelled by the evidence of action... And blood if that didn't work.
Whatever Shysa was, she was catapulting their people forward. The Prophetess of the Sacrellish had seen the future many times over. Her people had seen evidence of this time and time again; even if one were to explain it was only the Force, and not some God speaking to them, it was hard for meager peoples to believe anything but. Even the Saa'Saa, the wisest of their people's clans were.. Skeptical, but could not deny the repeated visions that struck true. In the end; Shysa became the undisputed ruler of their planet.
There would be no further power shifts... Democracy had been snuffed.
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A towering presence, she is lithe; and not 'visibly' someone you might initially take for a warrior; yet her bones are the perfect mixture of dense, and pliable; allowing her to hit lick a Trandoshan, and yet take blows on her skeletal structure with extreme ease. One will note as well that depending on the angle one looks into Barefu's Eyes the coloring within them changes drastically.
A Jedi will be able to easily detect the taint of the Dark Side on her Force Signature, as she has no reason to hide it. Even with her multicolored eyes, there are still flecks of Dark-Side taint within, sometimes fully forming as a haphazard ring around her iris.
In addition, one will notice she has a forked tongue when speaking, and multiple piercings one running right through her bottom lip; while she has several of various shapes, and sizes in both ears. Some of which are made of preserved bone fragments. (trophies)
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Strengths and Weaknesses
Came in like a wrecking ball - Barefu has had nearly a century to utilize the Force in secret, and a whole host of victims to the North of her lands that can do little to stop the trained Force Warrior; As such, while lacking in the use of her battle-claimed lightsaber (though not inept), she is a terror regarding her use of the Force; showing no restraint. There are legends that the Scale Warden has raised a frigate with her mind alone; and has turned Scale-kind to ash with lightning from her hands.
Reticulated Death - Sharing in many mannerisms of the snake, Barefu can contort her large body in unnatural positions, and one would find it nigh impossible to outright break one of her bones; her muscle structure is so dense she could break someone's back by hugging them tightly enough. In addition to that, and most notably; her like most Sacrellish people are a rare form of humanoid that have an organ for producing venom; with which they can alter the strength of at the point of dispersal (being both canines). The venom's effects can range from nausea, and mild discomfort, all the way up to a mild nuerotoxin (which is still very much nuerotoxin); left unchecked it would likely result in cardiac arrest, and ultimately death.
You're letting the Cold in - As most Sacrellish people share, she cannot handle cold environments, and cannot maintain her own body heat; essentially she needs something to heat her up, or else she could enter a stage of hibernation; while hibernating It is possible for her to slow her respiratory, and nutritional needs to a near standstill; though of course this also leaves her extremely vulnerable, as someone could essentially have a marching band move right by her without her notice; nudges, or movement will rapidly revive her, Generally, in a particularly foul mood.
Are you gonna' finish that - With an ever growing frame, she needs more and more sustenance to nourish it. While active, she needs to eat quite a bit to feel sated; With her stomach being roughly three times the size of a regular humanoid, this means she can gorge herself on certain vegetables, insects, fish, animals... Or other people.
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