Chi'Yun Xhao'li
Pirating Hatchling
FACTION: None
RANK: None
SPECIES: Half Human, Half Vahla
AGE: 23
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 146 Lbs
EYES: Dark Hazel
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Light
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, Unaware
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STRENGTHS--\\
[ + ] Fluidity: Chi'Yun's body is flexible, and she possesses a profound degree of acrobatic prowess and fluidity in body movement that carries into blade-wielding, acts of balance and so forth. She values form, stance and execution of style over more brutal forms of combat. From her Vahlan DNA, portions of her bone are replaced by thick cartilage, making her more flexible than an average human.
[ + ] Fire Handler: Chi'Yun, from past events, has learned to manipulate flames and forms of pyromancy despite not being aware of her force sensitivity. Instead, she utilizes an actual flame source, a torch for example or lighters to breathe, spit or twirl about effortlessly with flaming batons.
[ + ] Seemtress: Chi'Yun is particularly skilled at using a needle & thread or similar means to construct clothing and generally cloth-composed workings. Respectively, she can repair equipment not covered in metal should she have the viable materials.
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WEAKNESSES--\\[ - ] Racially Ignorant: From her up comings, she was never about racial equality, but rather how races such as Twi'lek, Sith Pureblood and the hutts are "monsters". As such, Chi'Yun is biased and hateful towards non-humanoid races.
[ - ] Spoiled Tendencies: Growing up a portion of her life with a silver spoon, she finds herself snapping her fingers or picking up things she wants without paying. The bad tendency still haunts her today, a 23 year old. Yes. This happens.
[ - ] Vahlan Blood: Despite the flexibility boon her Vahlan bone structure offers, it also makes her more physically frail than an average human. In short, if dodging and swiftness can't work for her, she'd snap like a twig should blunt weaponry be involved.
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FORCE ABILITIES
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WEAPONRY
Xhao'li Blade: A well-crafted blade for the Xhao'li bloodline. The blade is straight, composed of refined steel. It's handle is laced in a fine braided leather, contributing to it's immensely light weight and profound maneuverability. Portions of the handle is etched with golden designs for aesthetic purposes alone. The sheathe, though adorned with the same golden designs, takes on a wooden composition and locks the weapon firmly inside while still seamlessly allowing her to unsheathe her weapon. This weapon is standard in quality.
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Composite Bow: A standard light-weight, ranged bow not designed for immensely long range but long to medium range combat. It's composition is primarily wooden and the quiver straps behind her back, nesting simple wooden arrows with iron tips. The bow is primarily black in design with gold decorations.
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APPEARANCE
Chi'Yun's figure is needlessly slim, yet light. Her bust, or lack there of, is even further downplayed by her usual baggy attire. In short, she's flat. As for specifics, Chi'Yun stands at 5'7", body weight rounding to 146 Lbs. In short, she is small. Her small body possesses a light pigment, void of most blemishes and crust despite a new life of pirating. Her eyebrows are thin and not particularly straight. Chi'Yun's eyes are slanted, to say the least, her dark hazel eyes hard to notice and coming off as black if not in bright lighting. Her nose is round toward the lower-region, yet small and her lips are nude, void of any lip-stick. Moving onto her hair, Chi'Yun's hair is dark brown, mistaken for black in certain lighting and drapes down to breast level. A portion of her hair is tied back into a lengthy ponytail. The remainder is parted to the left and right with a few strands draping over her face. Chi'Yun's left ear is pointed while her right ear is round.
TATOO: THE LAST REMNANT
Chi'Yun, at young age, was forced to inherit her clan's symbol, a blooming lotus flower. Inside said tattoo was etched and inscribed a message to only remaining Xhao'Li. "Your Blood will carry the hearts of many, your blade will avenge the lives of many." However, it is in broken text and scrambled alike any properly hidden message. Chi'Yun herself, though aware of it, has yet to fully decipher the message. The tattoo stems down her entire back, ending just before her bum. The flower portion is traced and highlighted in the blood of her ancestors, remaining forever red and pink in color.
BIOGRAPHY
------EVENT: Past
The night sky illuminates with flashes of red, celebratory drums played in unison and seated crowds spectating the Artisian event: The Dragon's Flame. Inside the grand palace, a large stage was layed out, children no older than teenagers gathered in groups and spread apart in formation. With two rivaling groups, they stared at one another as silence broke out. The families were the Xhao-li and the Hyung-shei, once one family of Human and Vahla hybrids split apart and battling for dominance over the western lands in Artisia. The drums returned, the Xhao-li igniting their batons and twirling them about while performing their well-practiced dance routine. During its duration, the Hyung-shei ignited their own crowd-pleasing fire tools and danced about. The dances were quick, mono-tone and festive as children of the opposing families celebrated their god's awakening. It was foretold that the god, a fallen dragon, would return its soul to its withered body and share its flame with those loyal to it.
The celebration ran on, the Xhao-li team of dancers halting themselves to make way for their god: A skilled fire-breather that impersonated their god and re-enacted the god's revival. Chi'Yun, the Xhao'li princesss was inside the god's costume, along twenty other family members required to move and give the dragon proper functionality. The crowd roared as it came onto stage, towering over the masses. The dragon would stand onto its hind-legs and spew a ferocious flame. In reality, it was Chi'Yun filling her mouth with kerosene and spewing it before a torch as practiced for the duration of her young life. The Hyung-shei and Xhao-li gathered around the dragon, kneeling and accepting the power of the dragon's flames. The flame was foretold to give great fortune and offer longevity to both the Xhao-li and Hyung-shei families.
Hours would pass, the event ending with a young Chi'Yun running back to her mother with a charred face. "Momm-" She paused herself, an odd force telling her to run as the door blew open and three men, fleeing, came bursting out. Chi'Yun's mother was found in her room, bleeding slightly despite the three of her elders lying there in cold-blood. The child shivered in fear, running to her mother and hugging her. "Shi-Shyn" A term for mother, "Shi-Shyn!" She called out. "What happened!?" Her mother's lowered head didn't respond, "The inevitable, my dear. Face your back to me.." -- "But Shi-" -- "Swiftly, swiftly now!" Chi'Yun turned around, facing her back to her mother as her robe was taken off, revealing her back. The child felt stings and scratches, despite how skillfull the symbols were inscribed onto her back. Within twenty minutes, Chi-Yun was found passed out on the ground with a tattoo of a blooming lotus and a hidden message in its middle. "The Xhao-li and Hyung-shei may not co-exist, chaos brews behind the scenes and not even strength from Gyao-bei's flame will be enough to overcome it. My dear, Chi'Yun, you will bear the regrets of many, you will carry the hearts of your family and .." The woman paused, dripping her fingers in blood to offer coloration to the child's tattoos. "You will avenge the lives of us all, the Xhao'li."
Chi'Yun would awaken, her sight blurred and her mother along with the bodies of her elders missing. She grunted from the stinging to her back, looking into a mirror to discover the tattoo. Still in the midst of night, Chi'Yun pushed the door lightly, finding it falling over before her and her entire view smothered in flames and destruction. A flaming boulder ripped through the palace's roof, Chi'Yun leaping to avoid the debree and massive wooden planks. She tied her robes tighter and ran throughout the Palace, calling for help. Chi'Yun was suddenly tackled onto the ground, numerous arrows whizzing past them. She was hauled over a man's shoulder, his gray long-beard and decorative robes revealing himself to be her father. "Da-shyn" A term for 'mother', "Da-shyn!" She called aloud, the two breaking into a dark room and the child thrown into a closet. She cried, attempting to leave but met with the smiling face of her father. "Chi'Yun, brave Chi'Yun. Grow to be beautiful and wise. You bear a flame brighter than any other of the Xhao'li, never deny it." He withdrew a sheathed sword from his robes, placing it into her lap before he closed the closet.
Met with absolute darkness, Chi'Yun heard a door burst open and blades unsheathing. Her heart paused, eyes bulging in fear of the worst. "Emporer Jyun, of the Xhao'li. The Hyung-shei have eradicate the entirety of your ..'kind'. No longer will we share the power of Gyao-bei's flames. We will rise to power, and your blood will ensure just that, Dragon of the West." Chi'Yun sheepishly eased toward the closet door, sliding it open to the slightest degree. She peeked through, seeing her father standing in place, surrounded by ten men with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he would reach back, gripping a man's sword handle and crushing his hand until the blade was dropped. He'd kick the soldier into those behind him, slicing two before him afterward. His eyes panned, the blade dropped and a sudden stream of flames spewed from his mouth. Despite the captivating sight, the elderly figure was kicked onto the ground, help by both arms and a precise slash used to severe his head from his entire body, rolling onto the ground and near the closet. His head stared at Chi-Yun, her eyes widening as she screamed aloud--clasping her mouth shut shortly after.
She'd hear blades begin to hack away at the closet, a creeping hand placed to open it before--BOOM! A portion of the closet was blown off, covered in flames by a fragmented piece of a flaming boulder. With an opening to outside made, the closet's door opened and men swarmed in only to find Chi'Yun sheepishly taking steps backwards until she fell through the flaming gaping hole. She looked below, noticing a large fall she ensured would be the end of her. Closing her eyes, she awaited her doom. A broken wooden plank was caught onto her clothing, swinging in a circle while leaning over to collapse but breaking her fall to the palace's back garden. She hit the ground, grunting and rolling down the short passage covered in grass. Dazed, frightened and frantic, she lifted herself up and noticed a group of Hyung-Shei warriors noticing her and running towards her. "The Princess!"
Chi'Yun went to the only place left to go: The Fallen God's Remain. A sight of crushed rubble and red flowers that nests the enormous bones of their foretold god. She reached the pile of bones and red flowers, the location being over an entire-cliff side and unusually unstable. She dropped to her knees, praying to Gyao-bei, the god of flame. Hyao-Shei guards arrived shortly after, noticing the robed girl praying aloud with a sheathed sword beside her. Chi'Yun turned around, raising to her feet with her body shivering to no end. "Poor child. Grown up to believe she was a princess. You're a mutt alike the remainder of your slaughtered Xhao'li family. We will ensure you a quick and painless death." Chi'Yun looked past the guards, met with the entire land filled with flames, smoke raising and nearly suffocating her, boulders flying over-heard and chants of victory spreading across the land for the Hyung-shei.
12 PM struck, the fore-told time of the dragon's revival. The sky churned and twisted with colors of black, red and purple as what one would assume was lightning struck Chi'Yun's vicinity. The dragon's spirit was inadvertently drawn in by her unawakened, profound force-sensitivity, a slight portion of said spirit possessing the young child. The guards raised their blades, noticing the girl encompassed in a flaming aura. The aura would grow, taking form as her eye color was reduced to pure white. The aura expanded, taking form of an enormous dragon with wings spread across half the entire island itself. Chi'Yun, or perhaps the dragon itself shrieked and forced the entire island to quake immensely. The dragon, using Chi'Yun's body, inhaled greatly before spewing a white flame that scorched her predators into oblivion, further striking into the island itself and causing a plethora of explosions to appear, volcanic ruptures emerging from the ground and the immense quaking ensuring the island's entire demise. It would seem both the Xhao'li and Hyung-shei would end here. After 12:00 PM passed, the dragon-shaped aura ripped itself from Chi'Yun's body, the dragon's spirit escaping her and whisking itself back into and past the black, red and purple swirling clouds. Chi'Yun hit the ground, un-aware of what occurred but finding herself noticing one last guard running towards her with half of his body covered in flames.
She gripped the blade's sheathe, and sheepishly stepped backwards. She stumbled over the cliff's side, noticing the thrashing and quaking waves. She didn't have a choice, it would seem. Closing her eyes, Chi'Yun backed herself off the cliff, forcing herself to descend into the aquatic depths below. The Island cracked from the earth-quakes, appearing as a mass of red and black from the sheer mass of smoke and flames as it crumbled and slowly descended into the sea below.
----LOCATION: Artisia
------EVENT: 10 Years Later .. . .
A young woman was found on a ship, hauling the full net of aquatic life onto the ship. She grunted, cursing beneath her breath. "Aye, Aye, Chi'Yun! Yer' get'n better by the day, I swear it!" The young woman looked toward the gungan captain,"Much appreicated." The woman now stood at 5'7", her decorative robes replaced for common clothing and her hair now draping down to her back. "Was only 'bout ten years ago I found yer' sorry hide float'n on the water. How ya' lived? Hell if I know. Glad ya did though, me ol' back's given out and I got you to thank for ease'n me troubles." She'd sit, opening a small chest. Inside lied a sword, the sword. The reminder. "Aye uh..Ya' been gaze'n at that sword fer' ten years now. Why not sell 'er and got a pretty penny off it?" A sudden gust of wind would breeze past her, "It cannot be sold. It's invaluable." A cannon shot would whizz past their ship, a man screaming "Enemy Pirates spotted! You know the drill!" The respective roles were taken, the sails lowered and the ships now sailing toward one another. Chi'Yun would grip her father's sword handle, marveling over it as she unsheathed it, flash-backs of screams, of burning and crumbling forcing her hand to tighten over it. She'd hop atop the ship's railing, climbing and hanging herself off the roped ladder as the ships charged toward one another for battle.
"This blade will help me avenge the lost lives of my people. I carry the hearts of many-"
-------------------------"And thus, never shall i forget. Never ..shall.. we.. forget.."
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SHIPS: N/A
KILLS: N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: N/A
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