The Baroness of Avidon
Matriarch of House Magrath
Yennefer Lesasi Magrath
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..:: Biographical Information ::..
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Homeworld: Morellia
Birth: 800 ABY
Death: TBD
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..:: Biological Classification ::..
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Species: Morellian - SephiHuman Hybrid
Gender: Female
Height: 1.55 meters
Weight: 68 kilograms
Eye Color: Violet
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: Alabaster
Force Sensitive: Yes
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..:: Political Affiliation ::..
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Faction(s):
- House Magrath
- The Sith Order
Rank(s):
- Baroness
- Sith Acolyte
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..:: Appearance ::..
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Locks of curly raven black hair, cascading down upon shapely shoulders; framing the soft curves of her face. Her skin is pale, alabaster to a point with a slight hint of a golden tone. Eyes are cold, sparkling with a remarkable violet hue of a penetrating gaze. A slightly 'too long nose' sits above curved, plump, sweet with lipstick, proud lips. Upon her long, slender neck, rests a family heirloom, a pendant of a starburst and a black rose, sparkling with the multitudes of diamonds embedded within it.High cheekbones draw attention to her face, and whilst she has slightly irregular eyebrows; they are regulated by a steady hand, emphasized with charcoal and long eyelashes. Dark eyeliner, with a minor application of eye shadow draws out the hue of her eyes; while a soft dusting of rogue brings out a soft glow.
Even in high heels she is not tall; though she posses of both beauty and threat, with an incredibly slim and slender waist with slender legs. Skin, soft and delicate as a young teenage girl, while her breast are supple with a bust smaller than most women; though she is proud none the less. Whilst another part of her anatomy can be said to be so pale as to only be apparent due to their prominence.
Often her clothes are of darker tones, of black and white; with stockings an option from time to time, and an affinity for frilled undergarments. Though she worried not about trivialities with underwires; having no need for their bother. Much of her garments are thus either form fitting, or loose, depending upon her feelings of the day.
Whilst it is never unheard of to see her in high heeled boots, or wearing a pair of leather gloves; those worn and well used by her father being her favorite.
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..:: Personality ::..
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Flirty and playful, sensual and sexual; though hiding a fire within that could engulf any that are not weary or careful in their dealings. She is a fire of emotion, a torrent, a deluge that could easily sink any whom underestimate her capabilities. Motherly to some, terror to others, few see both sides and understand them without feeling the pain of fire. For some she is not one, she is many, her emotions dancing upon a fine line between sane and manic.
Few experience the full range of her emotions, for while she permits some leeway in their regards; it is her view that they be controlled. Her ideals, and thoughts of how to hold herself, to carry her figure and her thoughts differ from that which she studies. Walking a fine line, toying with the dark side, yet not falling into its ever gaping maw of destruction; perhaps it merely requires a push for her to lose herself and loose the bonds upon her emotions.
And while she is playful, and while she flirts; it is the fairer sex that catches her eye, be they Human, Twi'lek or any such female that is pleasing to her eyes. For her to bed a woman is far more satisfying than to be a man; yet that is neither here nor there. It is merely an aspect of the woman that she fully embraces and shares with others, what few they are that are permitted to share her bed.
A fire lies behind her eyes, waiting for those few moments when she fans the flames. In those moments she is lost to her emotions, a torrent of fire and lightning; an embodiment of the dark side as she drowns in emotions, save for a small portion that pulls her back from the brink time and time again.
Careful and calculating, cool and collected. She knows that to ensure her House, her family and world, she must deal with those in the Galaxy that are such as ravenous vultures circling an individual poised upon the verge of death. She trusts none save a few, and even they are still not above suspicion or question.
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..:: Character Traits ::..
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Daughter of a Morellian Enforcer, her youth was spent under his watchful eye, training and teaching the girl so as to develop the strength and skill to handle the signature weapon of the Morellian Enforcers. Her capability is such that she is effective, though her life lead her down a different path; and while she still holds the weapon, she has found herself using other means. This is not to say though that if it must be done, she would not draw the weapon; it merely shows that she appreciates the weapon and prefers a different route beyond gunning an individual down.
What always caught her eye was how her mother had caught her father's. Her life was spent watching her parents in their lasting love, and even she picked up a few of the tricks. A subtle brush upon an arm, a soft yawn and cozying up to an individual. All these she learned from watching her mother, and as she came of age and into her own, she began to test and practice. Finding she could just as easily get her way through seduction and batting her eyelashes as any could whilst speaking softly and carrying a big stick.
Not all of her capabilities though came from the barrel of a gun, or as naturally as flattery; and while she was born with a natural affinity for the Force, it was ultimately the accident that took the life of her mother and injured her that saw her potential unlocked. A wellspring of the force was unlocked within her, and it poured out; though subsequent training has permitted her to harness and hold back the deluge, raw emotion still causes it to surge forth.
Though for all her capabilities, she's found the path of the diplomat to be that which she excels at most, for words are her forte. She spins such eloquent tales and stories to enrapture and entrap those she deals with that it is as if she were a piper playing a tune to be danced. Though it is not to say that she would go so far as to not use violence, she merely understands that there is a time and place for words just as much as there is a time and place for a weapon.
Yet the greatest gift is that bestowed upon her by her heritage. Her father, a Morellian, known for their long life, and her mother, a Sephi-Human hybrid in her own right. Thus her own life is one that is to be marked in its length; yet it is unknown as to how long she will live, though it is certain that even at what a human would call middleage, she is still yet to reach her peak.
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..:: Character Flaws ::..
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The dangers of the force is that it is easy for one to find themselves drowning within it without the proper guidance. Though she has some training, it is not enough to hold back the tide that flows when she finds herself upon the brink of breaking. A simple little push of anger, sorrow, fear, of any emotion strong enough forces her into a state of instability. Any hold, any barrier or capability of control fades away as the Force pours from her; pure raw emotion, only controlled once it has been permitted to drain.
Thus it is this constant worry that has otherwise blinded her to the big picture, incapable of seeing beyond her own desires and schemes. She can not fathom that others would be capable of affecting her as such that she would lose control. In those few times she does she fails to shrug it off as her own doing; even when she says that outwardly.
Though it is in these moments that a more terrifying side of her emerges. A side in which many flee or panic if caught within her rage. For this side of her is as such that some call her an Impaler; one whom finds new ways to torture their perceived enemies, or impales them upon spikes. The more terrifying thought is that when she comes out of these states, when she is lucid once more; it is as if a mental barrier is there to prevent her from known what she has done. Her own way of protecting her mind from the dark side within herself.
For good reason though, or perhaps it would be best if that was the side in control. For while she found her means at an early age to use her looks and appearance; this practice came into such that she can be called a master. Though is it to say that being such a 'master seductress' is a good thing? To have left behind her a trail of broken hearts, and bastards? Her insatiable desire, while no longer falling upon males, has since fallen upon women, and for her, she always finds a means to ensure that her bed is warmed by a young woman.
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..:: Biography of a Baroness ::..
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..:: Born in the Purple ::..
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Eldest daughter of the Magrath family, and the only one of her siblings that remembers Morellia; she is as much a product of that world as she is of the one that she adopted. From a young age, even having been born into a wealthy family, her father had viewed her as the one to carry upon the legacy of the family. Even before she could walk, she was being taught and carefully guided to become a member of the Morellian Enforcers.
Though it was her mother that disagreed and wanted something different for her daughter. Much of her early years thus were spent moving back and forth between two worlds. For while her father remained on Morellia, her mother returned to the world of Avidon where her own family held property.
While she did enjoy those few months she spent on Morellia with her father, she found herself more enamoured with the quiet and peaceful world of Avidon. Even as she continued her training; her heart was stolen by the greener of Avidon. However her life would, like so many others, be the culmination of a multitude of decisions and variables that she would have no control over; save a few choices that she would hold onto and ensure that none could tear them away.
..:: The last of the Enforcers ::..
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By the time she was a young adult; in the terms of other species, though still a child compared to the life span of her parents, she would lose her father. A proud man and member of the Morellian Enforcers, he would perish in a training accident, not the most dignified or desired way for him to pass. His death would galvanize our young woman to follow in his footsteps, the path that he had trained her for since she was a youth.
To the dismay of her mother, she returned to Morellia, and it was her father's reputation and friends that ensured she quickly pushed through additional training. Of course out of respect for her mother's wishes, they also ensured that she was not in any direct danger, often keeping her to the more quite provinces and worlds in the Commonwealth.
While she understood the reasoning, she was still livid at times; feeling that she was being told she needed to be watched. This brash behavior would ultimately lead to her finding herself upon the brink of death.
..:: Awakening ::..
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Even with all that had been done to ensure her safety and to keep her from trouble; she always seemed to find a way to get herself in over her head. On one of these occasions, it ultimately nearly cost her her life. Without back up, nor waiting for any to arrive, she brazenly rushed into a situation; one which she doesn't seem to remember what happened. All that is known is that she stumbled out of a building bloodied and beaten; though much of the blood on her was not her own.
This was the first brush with a side of her that she hadn't known of; and as she recovered in a medical facility, they were amazed to find an injury to the base of her spine. The injury alone should have paralyzed her, yet she appeared to retain full control over her extremities and suffered no adverse effects. For all intents and purposes, medical professionals passed it off as a mere miracle and ordered that she return to Avidon to rest.
What the physicians; nor she knew, was that this injury was the reason she survived. For while she should have died, or at the very least been unable to move, it was this injury that caused an awakening within the woman. For much of her life she had known nothing of the side of her family that had a tradition of Force Users. Her mothers side of the family, the history of which was kept from her; though know it would have to be faced.
..:: Whispers from the Dark ::..
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There was a reason as to why her mother never spoke of such a side of her family; finding it more painful than worth remembrance. Much of those that were force sensitive fell to the Dark Side, hearing whispers in the dark or becoming paranoid of those they once trusted. It was this fear that kept her mother from divulging any such information, even after the accident she was still tight lipped of the family's natural force sensitivity. Of course many in the family didn't require a near death experience to unlock their potential and power.
It was this fear that was brought to the surface; for her mother feared that the only reason her daughter had survived was because she called out to the Dark Side of the Force. Even she can not remember what happened, only remembering being struck from behind followed by waking in a hospital. For now though she would remain on Avidon, feeling that she at least owed her mother that much and to ensure that she would not worry for her own sake.
During this period of rest, she began to hear whispers, though she passed it off as her younger siblings playing or teasing her. Though as the nights continued the voices would grow more persistent in their demands. It was not until she spoke with her mother of what was happening would she learn of what was to come.
..:: The Oldest of her Friends ::..
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As the voices continued to grow, her semblance of peace and balance would begin to wane, though she felt that she could control what was happening. As a precaution though; she withdrew from the Morellian Enforcers, an action that was chalked up to the events of the accident and the possible mental trauma that her mind was keeping her from knowing. From this moment forward though she would remain on Avidon, finding herself much more suited to dealing with her family.
Though as always plans and desires are often forced or otherwise taken from the grasp of their holder. Shortly after her decision to remain home, her mother passed in the night, leaving the eldest daughter of the family to inherit the title of the world. She found herself going from a warrior one day, to a Baroness over night. Much of her reign though, at least in the beginning would be marked by her finding her place. She often thus left much of the decisions to an individual that would become one of her oldest friends, a man that she trust and even retains as council to this day.
Of course as she attempted to find her place, she found herself falling into the desires and what many would call debauchery. Her life in this point was what even she would call a blur of flirting and bedding those that she considered desirable; even to the point of producing her fair share of bastards, though she seemed to care for each of her children equally, dotting upon her daughters more than her sons. In time this though would come to pass, and she found herself bedding women, having no desire for any more children.
The entire time, her oldest friend stood by her side, watching over her affairs and ensuring that her estate ran smoothly. This individual would come to be her greatest ally, and even at her command he would watch over the construction and formation of a House Guard.
..:: The Fenrir of House Magrath ::..
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As a means to further ensure the strength of House Magrath and their control over Avidon; it was the brain child of our Baroness' close friend and ally, Colonel Mathias, the individual responsible for acting in her stead as she came to transition from her previous life to that of a Baroness. It was his desire to ensure that the House he served, and those he had come to care for, were protected. Under his guidance and careful hand, he established the Fenrir Guard, a force to exert and project the power of House Magrath across a world where the nearest of neighbors could be a half day away.
The Fenrir Guard though did not just protect House Magrath; and they found themselves, much like the Morellian Enforcers, quickly taking upon the role of peacekeepers and guardians of the planet Avidon. Their stark black armor and designs were as unique to them as the Stormtroopers' bleach white armor was to them.
With the establishment of this force, the Baroness focused upon the world now, and its view and use within the Galactic Community. Though the events that were to unfold would test the world and the Baroness.
..:: Chaos ::..
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For centuries the Gulag plague has seemingly subsided, and since it first swept across the Galaxy; those that remained have begun to peer out from their worlds once more. Few though were capable of foreseeing what was to come; Chaos. Galactic Governments rose up and quickly began sweeping across the Galaxy, coming into conflict with one another, conflict that rages to this day as many factions since then have risen and fallen.
Avidon though was quite, sitting at the fringes of Wild Space; the Baroness carefully regarding each faction and watching as they rose and fell. The Sith Empire that reigned during her time would reach its pinnacle, though the fall was upon the horizon. Avidon though remained quiet; shipping out large amounts of food, and remaining an important Agriworld at the fringes of the Galaxy.
What was to come though in the following years would shake the world to its core. However it would survive, it would thrive and it would remain calm under the careful guidance of the Baroness.
..:: Tick... Tock... Goes the Clock... ::..
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When a droid shuts down, powers down or takes itself offline, does it dream? Do electric sheep bound through their memory banks and take them to some far off place where they dream of power converters? The Galaxy would be shaken in this time, the Holonet, used by worlds as far away as even Avidon collapsed. Many worlds were left in the dark, though those that relied upon droids found themselves dealing with an uprising.
Omni, an ancient artificial intelligence has returned, and though the worlds at the edge of the Galaxy would not face the full burden of such an event, tremors were felt so far away. The Baroness, in a bid to ensure that her people would remain safe and happy, had all the droids shut down and their power cores removed. Many thousands were destroyed, and those that remained; when it was clear that Omni had been defeated, still had precautions taken.
Under her watchful eye, thousands of droids were wiped, memories and programs removed, ensuring that all were a blank slate before being returned to a factory default. Even now the Baroness still fears the possibility of such a resurgence; and all droids are required to undergo mandatory wipes every year.
..:: The Darkness of Mugg Fallow ::..
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If one were to read history, the theories of the galaxy and its creation; the first species one would come across, the Celestials. Beings of such immense power as to be able to shape and craft the galaxy as they saw fit. Those responsible for Centerpoint station and dragging the planets of the Corellian system into place. The Maw, a series of black holes meant as a prison for an evil they could not destroy. The most curious of all though are the ripples at the far end of the galaxy, those that cut it off from the rest, and for good reason.
What life remained out there is as such to face such dangers. The rest of the galaxy labored in bliss, with few having contact with the Chiss and those few species that called that region home. Though from this region also came a destructive force that the Celestials could only contain. The exact means of its escape are still unknown, what is known is that the darkness had escaped from Mugg Fallow, the desolate world it had stripped thousands upon thousands of years ago.
The Baroness was lucky that her world did not have to face such darkness, and that the Mnggal or those infected with the insidious beast never made it out to Avidon. Still, the event of such a possibility was enough to cause riots and protests throughout the world; with even a cult devoted to the creature springing up on the world, its followers attempting to become infected to spread the creature to Avidon. It was under the Baroness' iron fist reign and the use of the Fenrir Guard that ensured that such a tragedy did not decimate the world.
..:: Hiding their faces behind Masks of Madness ::..
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Love, a galvanizing force that has caused many to go to war or destroy entire worlds. So few would hold onto it; though those that do often do so for the ages. The Baroness watched as a being as ancient as time itself returned to the Galaxy, its singular purpose the discovery of what happened to their lover. Worlds trembled at the thought, and many found themselves fighting madness.
For all those years that the voices had been quiet, the Baroness heard them once more, whispering and screaming within her head. The pain that came with it so that she hid herself away, leaving Avidon in the capable hands of her old friend. For her, and her children, the being that had come was a terror.
Even now she still hears the whispers of that being, the voice of Akala, though it is far more feint that it had once been. Perhaps they are merely a remnant, a piece of Akala, the being destroyed, and yet still remaining. the Baroness though often has waking dreams, seeing the face of Akala and her lover, and at other times she bolts upright at night, the whispers becoming a deep scream of sorrow and agony. For her, it merely marked that which was to come.
..:: The Netherworld Calls ::..
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Seven years... That's all the time that many had to put their lives together only to watch them be torn apart once more. In the blink of an eye, Billions disappeared as the world of the dead and the world of the living collided. The Galaxy is left in disarray as Billions of its citizens just blink in a moment.
The Force ripples across the Galaxy, tremors sunder through it, and those that hold a connection find it lost, or their powers wildly uncontrollable to the point of forcing themselves to no longer rely upon it. Even the Baroness herself finds that her powers are far more dangerous to even attempt, and thus she shuts herself from the galaxy, keeping herself from touching her powers.
It is not until the end, the very end does she even permit herself to unleash the wellspring within. Though with Billions still missing, what hope for the Galaxy remains?
Her sight though is upon Avidon, and for its future, for as new factions have risen to taken place of the old, and others have fallen away, there will always be enemies for her to face.
..:: What the Future Holds ::..
That is a question to be answered another time...
