Leech
Cain Sevu
| Theme | Cain |
| Age | Unknown ~ Speculated late teens/early twenties. |
| Species | Unknown (a dash of Sithspawn) |
| Gender | Female |
| Height | 5'4 |
| Weight | 125 |
| Force Sensitive | Yes |
DESCRIPTION
Cain is silent.
Her voice, on the rare occasion it gets used, sounds like a doll’s damaged voice box - soft, disarming, and with a note of metal scraping against cement. Clocking in at a modest 5’4 what she lacks in height she makes up for with a dose of inhuman agility and strength. Her hair is a thin mop of ash; short, sleek, unstyled, and entirely asymmetric to the main draw of her appearance. Deep red and watery, it almost appears like every capillary in her eyes happened to rupture and pool in the middle. Whether she knows it or not they are perhaps the sharpest weapon she has, hiding a world inside that few understand, Cain included.
Her past is a bloody mist that she doesn’t particularly care to piece together. Carded through the hands of slavers, pirates, and every other imaginable evil, she was born and raised at the heels of others, a transient being without any roots to cling to. Somewhere along the way she was discovered by a group of sith alchemists. Her memories thin even further after that, just a string of clinical rooms and cold cells all webbed together by an undercurrent of pain.
And from that pain Cain emerged, stepping over the entrails of her captors and out into the wider galaxy a blank-slightly homicidal- slate.
Cain is a war dog without the faintest hint of a personality. She is not a whole person, just two beady red eyes with a penchant for killing.
RELATIONSHIPS
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Alicia Drey
| Scary woman who Cain owes a life debt to. Should be a fun employer, remains to be seen. | |||
| Your character here |
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Dinner and Diatribes -
Alicia Drey
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