V A N I T A S
DARTH AVIDA
| Half-Anzati 177.8 cm | 68.04 kg Early Thirties | Pronouns She | Her | |||
| Evil Alignment Ordered | Also Known As.. Satev Amara | |||
| Force Sensitivity Forceful | Skill Ranking Lord | |||
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Proficiencies
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Deficiencies
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Species Abilities
| Regenerative Feeding Through the consumption of "soup" it is possible for Darth Avida to regenerate injuries at a far heightened rate compared to humans. | Hidden Proboscis The method by which Anzati are capable of consuming "soup"; through proboscis-like prehensile appendages located beneath the surface of the skin on either side of her nose which can enter another's nostrils and feast on their brains. |
| Low-Light Vision Anzati, even the majority of hybrids, have an ability to see in low light conditions. | Weak Hypnosis Darth Avida's words are traced with subtle hints of persuasion and her voice retains an alluring edge, inviting rather than the more controlling trait of pureblooded Anzati. |
Relationships
| Father Darth Prazutis | Mother Braith Achlys | |||
| Half-Sister Adara Raxis | Sister Darth Mori † |
DESCENT TO CHAOS
For the first time in galactic history a party outside of the Sith launched a kaggath, usually a competition between two rival Sith that ends in all of the loser's possession's being given to the victor by force. It was unorthodox, several prominent Sith refused to recognize it for its appropriation of their cultural heritage, but it was fashioned as a tournament and over a dozen entrants were pitted against each other in front of a live audience, streamed across the stars over the holonet. Darth Avida - just Amara then - wasn't one of the people in the ring, though, she was perched rather high in the stands to both watch the fight and share as much as she could to the various in-groups she'd managed to get herself into since her return to Sith space earlier in the year. Everything had been going fine, more than fine even, until someone had called in an orbital strike on a single participant which immediately vaporized dozens of people and a large portion of the stands with them. A bounty was placed on the kaggath organizer's head over the credits the tournament was being funded on and chaos naturally ensued. She, a mere observer, was rather opposed to being included in the casualties of a possible second orbital strike and moved to leave. Climbing the stairway to the exit along with dozens of others that were uninterested in risking their lives to watch the results of a blood sport play out, her goal was to stop by her parents' after she'd left.
Amara, however, never made it home or to her parents that night.
One moment she was passing under and archway and the next moment she was standing, stranded, in the center of the dimly lit dunes of Chaos.
The Netherworld. Not dead, but certainly lost in the afterlife, her time there started simple: she wandered, directionless, at first but quickly started running into things that pushed her to her very limits. The dead that'd somehow regained corporeal form, creatures that were beyond her understanding, and even living people who had somehow arrived in the Netherworld some four or five decades back but had never found their way home. The things she'd learned before now had gotten her by in the minor scrapes and the occasional rough situation, but they left her woefully unprepared for the intensities that culminated in something she'd never thought was possible.
A reunion with her dearly departed sister.
She had made her disdain for how much her parents had favored her almost more than her, even though they weren't really sisters in the literal sense and she certainly wasn't really their daughter, but there hadn't been anyone separated enough from them in her private life for her to really make it clear how much she despised the person who'd taken her name, her life, and her family as if she'd never existed and was the genuine, original, Vesta Zambrano. Of course things started as they normally would have, a sharp barb exchanged and a bit of dry sarcasm as the two aired their displeasure with having to meet the other, but the moment Darth Mori provided her with the line of thought that there was even an iota of a chance for her parents to find out she wasn't quite as gone as they'd thought - a chance that they could bring her back, replace her again - things took a decidedly dark turn. She made sure that the strandcast that'd died in such a way her parents had thought her soul lost, destroyed, was every bit as erased as she was supposed to be. Then, just as suddenly as she'd been spirited away, Amara found herself at home on Maena.
Before she even stepped foot inside she already knew things had changed for her forever, and she christened her home and the next stage in her life as Darth Avida.
REFLECTIONS [DIARY EXCERPTS]
I've always known what other people want, particularly when that comes to me, which I'm sure most people could probably say they'd figure out if they paid close enough attention. There's something of a skill, an artform if you will, in learning how to wrap people around your finger in order to get them to do what you want them to do with the idea of there being a possibility that they might just get what they want without giving them the impression that I'm the one getting anything out of that exchange. I've learned that if there's ever going to be a prize in someone's eyes then it'd better be me, otherwise whatever it is I want from them - attention, maybe information or something else they have that I want, or just loyalty - will just be leverage to take things out of my control.
I think that's the word I resonate with most, too - control.
I don't care about silly things like who sits behind a desk and calls the shots, nobody really cares about those kinds of people unless it's to claw some of their influence away for themselves, what I really care about is being in control over the people in my life. I think I heard someone make a metaphor along the lines of social circles being an orbit, and I really think that fits well with how I want to be with the people I keep around me. Like a star, someone people want so much they just can't help but gravitate towards me. I saw how people felt about my sister, how they still look back at her and all of the twisted things that she did but still find the shreds of something that could've been to wish she was still there - and she was a total monster, too! Just think if she would've been only a little bit smarter, a tiny bit less coarse, someone more desirable, dangerous if provoked but in the way a poisonous fruit might be rather than the sort of viper she made herself out to be.
Someone more like me, and I don't just mean a superficial imitation of my face either.
I know my mom's complacent with having whatever makes life comfortable for her, and my dad's so ambitious because he needs stability and control in the authoritative sense of the word, but if I just needed a comfortable life I'd never have left home - and I certainly wouldn't be trying to find stability in someone else if that was what I was after, either. At the end of the day if I get to live the life of the spoiled brat then I'd better have my toys to play with, shouldn't I? That's what they are, aren't they?
People, I mean.
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It's been two weeks now since I last saw her; my sister, I mean. I'll call her that, now that she's gone. Truth be told I don't exactly understand what happened, where the exchange of words became a flow of feeling - or how feelings turned into something else entirely. It feels like a hollow victory, if I'm being honest, to know that the singular time I got to meet her was both the first and last time I'd ever see her. Did I kill her? Did she erase herself? I honestly don't know. All of this has been making me uneasy, if I'm being honest with myself here, and I don't like it one bit.
It is a little satisfying to know that there's only one daddy's little girl left, now that I know she won't be coming back, though.
Mother is a bit of a harder nut to crack, the way she looks at me like she sees something I don't - like she suspects something I haven't said, that none of them should have any idea of. Maybe it's all in my head, some kind of paranoia because I snuffed out any chance they had of getting back the thing that tried to take my place. I know that's what they'd want, anyways, to have back the perfect little sithspawn that they handcrafted to have every trait of the two of them that they'd ever wanted in a child.
Too bad.
It doesn't matter what they want anymore, really, because at the end of the day they're both mine and I'm never going to let go of what I own. I just need to be a bit more goal-oriented now, don't I? I've always been a bit more of my mother's daughter, I guess, but taking on an attitude like father wouldn't hurt, would it? Just something else to bring his focus back to me whenever he starts forgetting that I'm his favorite. Always be the prize in everyone's eyes, right?
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