Crysis
Lost One
Eyes:
Orange
Hair:White & Black Lekku
Skin:Orange
Height:5'11"
Weight:153 lbs
Gender:Female
Shalaa "Crysis" Se
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Natural born on the planet Shili, Shalaa Se is a Force-Sensitive Togruta female. She spent her earliest days within a loving household but was kidnapped by a Sith Lord known to her only as Kathal. A Dark Sided Cultist belonging to the Scions of the Truth; a group with... Peculiar motivations. She stayed with this group for some time, learning the ways of a Force Warrior with them, but more so learning alchemical properties, and ways to circumvent Sith, and Jedi alike. Kathal in a sense became like a father to Shalaa, even more so when he redonned her Crysis. She began to love the training. The cruelty, the apathy of her training. And yet, she learned something entirely different than what a Sith might've been taught.
She was meant to be the silent will of the Scions. An instrument to kill those that didn't follow the true path. Though nothing in this galaxy is ever set in stone. On a mission to Exegol, her party was violently ambushed. In the chaos, Crysis was caught on the edge of a Thermal Detonator, knocking her not only unconscious, but by all reason to her death. Kathal would search for his pupil, but could not even find her Force Signature. As such she was presumed dead. By all rights, she did die. Her heart certainly stopped for some time. It was much later than she came too, screeching in agony, and alone in the chasm.
She took stock of herself, but therein came the problem. She couldn't remember why she was here, nor why she was alone. She couldn't remember anything but the name that had been drilled into her. The names rather. She wasn't Shalaa Se, she was Crysis. It was all she could think about as she climbed out of the chasm, nursing a body that was broken. The climb was perilous, but something in her wasn't allowing her to quit. Her training had survived the loss of memory, and she knew that only a weakling would give up and die in a hole.
When she reached the top, she saw the results of a battle, but nothing to say who had won, or lost. No one in sight to offer insight. Only the murky Exegol skies, and the strikes of lightning that were often too close for comfort. She set off alone, unsure of where she was going or why, until she by chance happened upon a crew of pirate smugglers. They were there laying low from some run in with the law in the neighboring systems, and thought nothing of helping the young girl out. She might have been more use alive than dead after-all. And she was.
When she had finally recovered, the crew of the Crimson Sun accepted her as one of their own. Something about that word... Crimson, it made her comfortable; as such she raided, and pillaged with them. She never questioned it, it just felt natural. She didn't care about the loot, only ever wanting food, and water. What she basked in was delivering death to her enemies. Something about the taking of life seemed to be her true calling. It made her feel whole. Though even her time with these scoundrels would come to end soon enough.
Eventually, the Crimson Sun and her compliment bit off a piece of food that they would choke, and die on. Attempting to rob a lone frigate on the fringes of (then) Sith Space. The mission was going easily... Too easy in fact. Vibrosword in hand, Crysis stalked the ship, looking for victims, but instead found a woman sitting alone in one of the ships far rooms. Thinking back on it, she didn't think about anything but that room the second she stepped aboard. Like a moth that had seen a distant flame. Unbeknownst to her, by the time she stepped foot in that room, the rest of the crew had been culled.
She was the last one standing, and she was face to face with a woman she would come to know as Seki. That was the first name she offered her before hitting Crysis with some form of magick she couldn't begin to comprehend. The Lightning poured from the woman's hands as easy as one poured a glass of water. She wanted to know who her Master was. Crysis did not know, so Overseer Seki 'poured' more water. She wanted to know how it was she carried the taint of the Dark Side, but could not name her Sith handler. Crysis did not know, and so she poured again. It went on like that for some time until she was sure she was going to die.
Often, she woke to the energy coursing through her, a light cackle emanating from the woman who eventually relented when Crysis was nearly at death's door yet again. And yet, she offered her mercy. She didn't take Crysis's life, assuming (rightly, and wrongly) that something had happened to a Sith's pupil, and she had suffered some form of memory loss. She was right about everything except her being a Sith. She was being trained to kill them in fact; before that training was cut short. Given an escort, Crysis was then sent to Korriban, to re-enter into the Korriban Academy. Even beginning to believe what Seki had said to the point of having delusions that she had been there before, and seeing events that had never happened.
Litle did she know she was now 'allied' with her sworn enemies.
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+Merciless - As her name might suggest, any good has long been snuffed from this vassal, she lives only to serve; though who she serves has become clouded.
+Echolocation - As a Togruta, the Montrals atop her head are hollow, and she can clearly sense movement up to 82 or even 85 feet around her passively, even with her eyes covered.
+Quick-Study - Crysis seems very quick to pick up on lessons, though this is mainly because she has learned many already
+Ninja - Crysis is extremely stealthy, and agile, maintaining superior core control. Most times she sneaks up on people without even intending too, its something that is in drilled in her psyche. Most times she'll see you before you see her.
~Memory Loss-After she nearly died on Exegol, Crysis is having trouble remembering who she really is. Making her extremely malleable at the start of her adventure.
~Humorless -Don't try,she wont get it...
-Memory Loss-Many of the things she could use to her advantage are currently lost to her, though this may change in time...
-Anti-Social- She has no interest in making friends with peers, only impressing her betters, and excelling at tasks; making it easy to single her out depending on the situation.
-Bull see Red-Being unaware of who she is, she tends to throw herself directly at her opponents with little regard, or planning. If her initial attempt to kill them fails, she'll go at them until they die, or she dies. -
Kathal - "Previous" Master (If she remembers this person though, she will return with haste)
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Dual curved hilt lightsabers with Ghostfire Crystals currently with the Scions of the Truth
The Clothes on her back (May be subbed, not sure yet)
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The Howling Winds (Sith Academy Briefing) (Idle?)
Playing in the Dark (Alchemy Practice)
I Hate Everything About You (One on One Spar with
Finnea Virlee
to settle grievances)
Heretic Gems (A mission to Gelida, and a trial of sorts for
Priesse
)
The Most Annoying Girl (Just like it sounds, two girls trying their best to annoy one another... Mostly)
Death Lurking (A fateful mission to Exegol, that sees Crysis wounded, maimed, and mutilated for life - losing the only family she cares about for some time)
The Pretender (The Lost Scion is found, and 'extradited' back to the Scions of the Truth/Dominion of Shadows for reconditioning.)
Broken Bodies, Wavering Minds (A discussion with a "Jedi" out of time
Shira Krytall
)
(WIP, More Threads to come soon)
(Profile still WIP)
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