Braemara

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NAME: Braemara
RANK: Sith Acolyte
HOMEWORLD: Vaal
SPECIES: Zabrak Hybrid
HEIGHT: 1.75 meters
WEIGHT: 61kg
AGE: Young Prime
SKIN: Pale w/ black markings
HAIR: Black
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes

STRENGTHS: ​

[+]Bladed: Braemara was trained at a secret academy on Vaal. This academy expected dueling expertise as a minimum. Braemara did more than meet the minimum marks in her dueling training, proving to be an apt learner, she excelled at dueling with blade in hand or open handed.

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[+]Scholar: In the academy on Vaal, learning to fight was only part of the experience. Her instructors and tutors knew that power of arm, with any weapon imaginable, paled in comparison with the Force. As such, they pushed their students, Braemara among them, to their limits in regards to aptitude with the Force. Unlike in dueling, those who did not meet the expectations in the Force did not long survive to drain the resources of the academy.

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WEAKNESSES:​

[-]Withdrawn: Life in the academy, despite the title seeming purely academic, was not a picnic. Socializing was a skill, but not one that ranked highly in the academy's rubric. Braemara can hold conversations and isn't completely awkward, but in times of high stress in social environments, it becomes more and more obvious that she is more at home in solitude.

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[-]Ranged Dunce: Braemara's training included a bit of marksmanship, but it was not a core skill for those who desired to graduate (which was only possibly the less violent way out). Instead of excelling at fighting with blasters and other ranged weapons, she disdained them. Her training with them is severely lacking, making watching her try to hit a target amusing at best, and depressing as the norm.

BIOGRAPHY:​

Braemara's parents had never been in the picture as long as she could remember. Her first memories were of the Sister's at her Academy instructing her, disciplining her, and very rarely rewarding her. From those earliest days, she was groomed, along with her creche mates, to be great. Duelists, alchemists, force warriors, scholars, the thing that tied every graduate of the Academy on Vaal together was that they excelled at what they pursued. Life was never easy, but it was fulfilling in a way that had nothing to do with familial relations. Every lesson, every disciplinary action, and even every reward was delivered with the admonition "We do not train lesser beings." Truly, though the Sisters drew heavily on the dark side, and most bore the mantle of Sith, they did not act with mere cruelty in mind. Theirs was a long game that they knew they would benefit from only tangentially. They longed to see the galaxy led by the strong, bred from their lines to bring the galaxy to an order that had been at the hearts of certain Sith Lords for centuries.

 

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