Shadow Wraith
Incitrix
| Age | 28 |
| Species | Sith Pureblood |
| Gender | Female |
| Height | 5’7” |
| Weight | 125 lbs |
| Force Sensitive | Yes |
| Force Rank | Master |
| Affiliation | Mandalorian Empire |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
The sith pureblood has a lean body given into smooth muscle definition. Her red skin looks mostly unblemished besides for the trademark sith facial appendages that emerge from her face. Bright red eyes convey her suppressed rage and deeply rooted cunningness. She typically wears black breathable robes adorned by a utility built holding her gear.
INVENTORY
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PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Darth Incitrix is a cold individual that doesn’t mind telling you what she thinks. She is one to connect emotionally with strangers prior to taking joy in crushing them emotionally. They don’t mind joining with others if it weren’t for the constant paranoia of being betrayed by friends. Underneath the callous heart, she is caring for those that she finds friendship with or who she considers mutual acquaintances. She is quite easy going, but perceptive. Battle and combat get her blood flowing especially if she gives into her inner chaotic thoughts.
STRENGTHS
- Unarmed Martial Prowess: Training from an early age initially as a bodyguard, she developed a high level of proficiency without a weapon.
- Swordsmanship: She has developed unique skills bladed combat and integrating those skills to a high level while utilizing lightsabers.
WEAKNESSES
- Envious: Not getting what she desires causes her to have a wanting for something of equal or greater value. A drive that is capable of taking over her standard thinking pattern.
- Restlessness: She likes to be constantly in motion while not staying in a single place for far too long.
HISTORY
Born Amari Kuh’lam in the outer atmosphere of Korriban space, the woman now known as Darth Incitrix came into the galaxy as the illegitimate child of a Sith Pureblood soldier and a Sith Lord, two figures whose names she would never learn. The union was brief, formed during a joint excavation mission that ended in betrayal. A rival Sith ambushed their expedition, leaving young Amari orphaned at the age of six. She was taken in by the very Sith responsible, raised not as a daughter, but as a tool—shaped into a future bodyguard.
Her upbringing was harsh and unrelenting. Swordsmanship and unarmed combat became her only constants. Her adoptive master tormented her with the notion that her birth parents were weak, unworthy of remembrance, and that she too would never surpass their failure. It wasn’t until age eleven—driven by a surge of rage—that Amari first manifested Force sensitivity. Recognizing her potential, her master officially inducted her as his acolyte and began instructing her in the ways of the Force.
As the years passed, Amari’s hunger for power and knowledge grew insatiable. She devoured every lesson, every secret, every Sith teaching her master offered. Her loyalty turned to obsession, and her ambition festered into envy. She desired not just her master’s knowledge, but everything he possessed. Consisting of his power, his authority, his legacy. When an opportunity arose, she seized it. In a moment of weakness, she struck him down and claimed the title of Darth Incitrix. Her ascension shattered the foundation of his house, sparking rebellion from within. With her support system in ruins, she chose exile over death.
Wandering the galaxy, Incitrix encountered individuals from all walks of life. She gathered a small crew and temporarily aligned herself with the Sith Brotherhood. But her growing ideological divergence caused her crew to disband, their goals no longer aligned with her evolving vision. Solitude threatened to consume her—until she crossed paths with a group of estranged Mandalorians. Over time, their camaraderie and warrior ethos stirred something new within her. She passed their trials and was adopted into their clan. The Sith robes were cast aside, replaced by forged beskar’gam. In the company of her new Mandalorian family, Darth Incitrix finally found something she had never known…belonging.
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