Born of Madness
BORN OF MADNESS
FORGED OF PERSEVERENCE
BOUND TO PURPOSE BY BLOOD
FRAGMENTS MADE WHOLE
NAME: Decima Zambrano
SPECIES: Epicanthix
FORCE SENSITIVE: Extremely
FACTION: The Sith Order
LANGUAGES: Basic, Epicant, Huttese
GENDER: Feminine
AGE: Early Nineties
HEIGHT: 8'
WEIGHT: Muscular/Athletic
"From nothing I have come. I have want of nothing more than that which I take."
DETACHED: Having most of her youth dominated by the ravings of her parents, the constants of paranoia, betrayal and death ever present on their tongues, Decima remained unaware of the greater expanse of the galaxy until she was but a young woman. She remains largely detached from others outside of those she develops extensive relationships with due to this isolation and often expresses coldness or callousness towards those she is unfamiliar with; a strict exception to this being anyone that may hold knowledge of her family, name or heritage. She may not know who these extended family are outside of Braxus Zambrano and select others that her parents incoherence could produce, but they warrant her respect until they no longer deserve it.
PURPOSE DRIVEN: Born and raised under the veil of madness, her education coming from parents obsessed with their own self preservation and failure to adhere to their name, Decima was forced to forge her own path. From the day she was taken from the world her parents called home she strove to dedicate her purpose in line with knowing, understanding and ultimately returning to the family her parents had actively barred her from; knowingly or not being a variably moot point. She lives for her own survival but feels an unyielding pull to find and understand the meaning and power behind the name she inherited.
UNYIELDING: Decima knows little to nothing of the concept of mercy. A concept and methodology born and bred from the fledgling acolytes that took her from her parents self made prison. She learned quickly that survival was everything and that mercy was not an integral aspect of maintaining her well being. Her inherent immersion in the dark side of the Force gave birth to a desire for strength and power that bred a lack of necessity for mercy and a preference for brutality. Or at least the necessity to push until the end was met, even if it left her opponents dead or near so. Compassion does not warrant mercy, as mercy could breed one's own weakness.
FOCUSED: Born into the greater galaxy by her own strength of will, and later body, Decima has hardened and honed her focus to a needle point. Capable of seeing what the battlefield and combat bring her, but rarely with room for error. Unwilling to allow herself mistakes, she pushes herself to the very limit without a second thought at times going so far as to forget that not every conflict requires the force and fervor that she brings. She is not unaware of this fact, she simply chooses, often, to ignore it.
CAPABLE WARRIOR: While Decima was not trained in the traditional sense, she commit a great deal of her energy and time to honing her physical prowess. With a basic understanding of the Force, outside of the heavy influence of the dark side within and around her, she has become well versed in a great deal of physical martial arts and application of the Force to allow herself the utmost peak of her body while her knowledge of the Force remains conflictingly juvenille. Fight she can, but only within the grounds of what type of conflict she is presented with. She is quick to thin on hrfs
FLEDGLING: Due to being born from members of the family that fell victim to madness, ultimately removing themselves from the immediate affairs of their line, Decima grew to know only what fragments of her family's history that her parents deigned real or promising amidst their ravings. Often bombarded by the notion that certain people or events were the cause or effect of myth she clung to the fragmented understanding of her lineage as she ventured into the greater galaxy. It is this aspect of her nature that drives her to know more, understand more and be more. She has learned that being something and knowing how to be that are two very different things.
"I know strength, may the Force grant me more."
Decima knew little of those who took her, guided her and shaped her. For years she sought to meet expectations she knew only as a path to power. What she did not understand she drowned in a sea of curiosity and ambition fueled only by the desire to find and embrace that which she knew little of. Family.
Strengths
Ambitious: While not in the traditional sense, Decima possesses a drive to find and understand what she feels she was denied. Honing this into a variety of diverse notions she wields a healthy ambition to better herself and become herself. She knows who she is and what she has learned but desires greatly to know more beyond that. Having raving lunatics for parents and custodians that left her with nothing but more questions than answers, she endeavored to accomplish further of her own strength and will.Robust: Due to a lack of education into the advanced and technical applications of the Force Decima learned quickly to adapt in the only other way she knew how. She strengthened her body, and in turn her mind, by training her physical form to it's very limits. Adapting her muscles to compensate for her dense bones and comparative reflexes, she trained her body to become a vessel for the potential within her and turned it into a conduit that would serve even were she to find herself unable to use the Force.
Augmenter: In line with her physical training, and in turn her lack of Force expertise, Decima taught herself how to wield the Force through her body. Tapping into the deepest and darkest wells she could access, her knowledge telling her only that the darkness was her wellspring, she practiced fueling her physical form with raw and unchecked dark side energy derived from the hate and contempt she felt for the family that had inflicted the pain of unbelonging.
Gifted: As a Zambrano, and as such a descendent of Solomon Zambrano, Decima inherited the innate immersion into the dark side of the Force. While she lacked the ability to fully grasp it's ways and applications she knew that the darkness was her friend; or at the very least a power that could aid her on her chosen path. She knew nothing of the cost it had, nor the prices to be paid, and would utilize it for what it was: A wellspring of power to grant her greater strength.
Intelligent: While her parents were not uneducated, nor were they imbeciles, Decima knew that her parents madness put their intellect in check in a way that she would not know. She did not rave of paranoia and betrayal as they did, nor did she babble about the histories of their family as though they were both muth and fact. She was quick to understand the galaxy at large, learn the languages that presented themselves and discover the knowledge she needed to accomplish her desires. While not a genius, she was not left wanting for practicable information.
Observant: Despite being born into a very closed off and isolated lifestyle, propagated by the madness of her parents, Decima was forced quickly to open her mind to external knowledge. With little to go on but her own strength and the provisions of those who lifted her from the confines of her parents shelter she ventured in search of answers to those questions.
"I seek the power I desire to bridge the gaps of my failures."
Weaknesses
Errant: Wandering and travel is all Decima has known for decades. Until recently she has spent a great deal of her time investigating word of mouth regarding the greater elements of the Zambrano family. Whether by choice or due to spending just shy of half a century in isolation she is only just becoming familiar with connecting to something. While this stands trivial in the greater scope of the galaxy, for her it is something far more pivotal to her desire for belonging.
Belongingness: Having spent decades as a daughter to a madman and his raving cohort, Decima never learned the true nature of belonging. Of being part of something other than the stories, aspirations and ravings of a lunatic. Having found the strength of her will to venture into the open galaxy she sought and still seeks a sense of belonging to a family she knows only as legend and myth. The very idea of meeting another of her family, even Braxus, daunting to her though not deterring.
Neophyte: Strength is all she has ever known. Strenght of will, strength of mind and strength of body. What little she understands of the fundamentals of Force use are methods of bolstering the body and will, lacking exponentially, outside of her raw potential, in the areas of indirect application such as Force Lightning, Force Drain or advanced telekinesis. She knows how to delve into the wellspring that is the dark side, but not how to fully harness it outside of her body.
Callous: While she retained sanity, she was not without reflection of her lineage. From an early age Decima showed signs of broad spectrum emotion but with a significant lack of ability to express sympathy. She did not and could not care for the pain and suffering of others. While it held little merrit in the presence of her father or his cohort, it became readily apparent upon her departure from her home; free from the grasp of the madman as she was she came to understand that it was not he who was the cause for this lack of sympathy. She simply: Did. Not. Care.
Prickly: Isolation was a cruel mistress. Next to the ravings and lunacy, being cloistered away from anything and anyone meant that she learned very little outside of contempt, anger or rejection. Contempt for her the madman, anger and hate towards her inability to be something more than what she would later become and constant rejection by madness from access to the ability to venture into freedom. Even upon being freed and stepping into the greater galaxy she suffers from a difficulty to approach and be approached by others without some inkling of subjective frustration.
"I understand pain and the hate born from it."
Skilled Pilot
One of the skills learned by Decima in her time traveling with the acolytes that freed her from her father was how to pilot a ship. Initially a test of skill and a means of carrying herself about the galaxy as she saw fit it later became a far more exploitable talent. She strove to become more than just a mere pilot and sought to master the art of starfighter operation.
Capable Fighter
Having known strength primarily through the majority of her years, she has developed speed that could be considered unfeasable to her large stature. Aiding her physical strength that comes from a mixture of her dense bones and malleable muscles, she has trained herself to the limit to provision herself with uncanny speed and reflexes. Augmented by her practical application of Force amplification she is capable of achieving astounding feats of speed and strength.
Practiced Augmenter
Having little understanding and training for the more advanced and expert applications of the Force, Decima taught herself how to use the Force to augment her body. She did this so much and so often that she learned how to push her draw on the dark side to the limit and bring her body to the extent without crossing the breaking point. While she suffered a great deal of pain in her efforts she has learned a measure of her limitations.
Information Sponge
Curious and inquisitive are words best used to describe Decima's desire to learn that which she desires to know. Whether it is Force applications, the political state of the galaxy or, of the greatest favor, the nature of the family she was not privy to fully understanding, she is capable of absorbing most anything she is told or has read. This is due in part to her intellect and propencity to understand most things put before her. Especially history, culture and language.
Enthusiastic Explorer
The first, and perhaps, most memorable thing for Decima was her freedom from her madman of a father. This opened the avenue for exploration of the stars and her hunt for the family she desired so eagerly to understand. As such she came to develop a love for traveling various planets, holding an enthusiasm for cataloguing the various sights and other markers she would attain from her travels. She is no stranger to the depths of space and is unafraid to venture to new worlds.
Unwavering Believer
While she is yet unfamiliar with the current state of the Sith Order, or even the Kainate, she has always been a avid and strong believer in the myth and legend of the Zambrano family. While her understanding of the histories, of Magnus and Solomon, are primitive and fractured she clings to them unwaveringly as knowledge to be admonished and revered. It goes without saying that any potentional additions from other prominent Zambranos would be accepted and catalogued accordingly.
"Madness I know, sanity I question. Show me the difference."
One of the skills learned by Decima in her time traveling with the acolytes that freed her from her father was how to pilot a ship. Initially a test of skill and a means of carrying herself about the galaxy as she saw fit it later became a far more exploitable talent. She strove to become more than just a mere pilot and sought to master the art of starfighter operation.
Capable Fighter
Having known strength primarily through the majority of her years, she has developed speed that could be considered unfeasable to her large stature. Aiding her physical strength that comes from a mixture of her dense bones and malleable muscles, she has trained herself to the limit to provision herself with uncanny speed and reflexes. Augmented by her practical application of Force amplification she is capable of achieving astounding feats of speed and strength.
Practiced Augmenter
Having little understanding and training for the more advanced and expert applications of the Force, Decima taught herself how to use the Force to augment her body. She did this so much and so often that she learned how to push her draw on the dark side to the limit and bring her body to the extent without crossing the breaking point. While she suffered a great deal of pain in her efforts she has learned a measure of her limitations.
Information Sponge
Curious and inquisitive are words best used to describe Decima's desire to learn that which she desires to know. Whether it is Force applications, the political state of the galaxy or, of the greatest favor, the nature of the family she was not privy to fully understanding, she is capable of absorbing most anything she is told or has read. This is due in part to her intellect and propencity to understand most things put before her. Especially history, culture and language.
Enthusiastic Explorer
The first, and perhaps, most memorable thing for Decima was her freedom from her madman of a father. This opened the avenue for exploration of the stars and her hunt for the family she desired so eagerly to understand. As such she came to develop a love for traveling various planets, holding an enthusiasm for cataloguing the various sights and other markers she would attain from her travels. She is no stranger to the depths of space and is unafraid to venture to new worlds.
Unwavering Believer
While she is yet unfamiliar with the current state of the Sith Order, or even the Kainate, she has always been a avid and strong believer in the myth and legend of the Zambrano family. While her understanding of the histories, of Magnus and Solomon, are primitive and fractured she clings to them unwaveringly as knowledge to be admonished and revered. It goes without saying that any potentional additions from other prominent Zambranos would be accepted and catalogued accordingly.
"Madness I know, sanity I question. Show me the difference."
Childhood of Lies...
Krothus fled lest his transgressed sin be met with ardent retribution.
A notion that she would not know, a betrayal the only secret the mind of Krothus Zambrano kept safe amidst incoherence and mad ravings. For it was that notion that was the truth of her birth and blood. She was not born of the madman but a lost child of Asardin and Shala Zambrano. She was nothing more than the fruit of Krothus' psychotic, jealous misgivings. A child stolen to sate a fractured ego.
The lie that would be lived was fabricated on a world deep within the reaches of the unknown regions. Under the watchful and often erratic gaze of Krothus and his cohort Elexus, Decima endured a chaotic childhood. Whether it was being commanded about between tasks inanely or demanded to meet unscrupulous expectations, she learned in short fashion that her "parents" were nothing more than unqualified chaperones. Often left tended to by other inhabitants of the planet for her basic needs when she was not expected to adhere to the lunacy. The only real benefit to be gained from them being their present but fractured knowledge of the Zambrano history; something she equated to being akin to stories of fantasy.
The stories of the Zambrano history were not pleasant, however, and even less so in from the lips of Krothus Zambrano. For the majority of tales told were those of Solomon Zambrano or Lord Nemeroth as he aptly applied to the charicatures he fabricated from his shattered mind. What little knowledge she could glean of Magnus the Red, who she understood to be the father of Solomon, was painstakingly overshadowed by the being the madman held in incredible reverence. While these were not teachings, nor were they intended as any form of stimulus of the mind, the young Decima absorbed them nonetheless. She eagerly took to mind and heart everything she could that slipped from the man's lips while remaining deathly silent.
This was the way of her life for many decades while the madman still scrambled in his desperation to remain hidden from his kin. While she was unaware of this, nor was she knowledgable as to why, there was no sheltering her from the ploddings of the Force that coaxed her towards departure. She knew the darkness, accepted it and embraced it. The only real companion she had amidst the tortured purgatory that was her childhood. Lacking formal training in the ways of the Force she came only to know that the darkness within and about her was the only real friend she could trust to bring her closer to a being free from the "parents" who treated her like a prisoner on a pedastal. For had they cared enough for her to remain they would have stopped what came next.
Intoxicating Freedom...
It was on an eve in the latter half of her thirty second year that Decima Zambrano was approached by the acolytes that would provide her the means with which she could escape. Keys to a freedom the dark told her would come but that she would have to face bolstered by her own will alone. She knew the dark, understood it, but knew nothing of how to fully harness it; forced to feel but fail to experience. Despite this, and in the face of the challenge that was slipping away from the madman's potential retaliation, she faced this challenge and boarded the craft the acolytes had arrived on, setting herself free from the world that she would later call her prison.
They called themselves Sith. Acolytes of darkness in servitude to something they referred to as the dark side of a greater enigma they called The Force. Confused as she was by these words, bombarded by knowledge and the conundrum that came with it, a curiosity budded within the young Zambrano that hungrily devoured their knowledge. Most of them were men and women devoted to the dark that lacked the ability to wield the power they revered, travelling the galaxy in search of others to join them in their endeavors to find and free greater numbers of individuals who were enshrouded in darkness. The very reason she had been discovered amidst the endless sea of planets and stars that made up what they called the Unknown Regions.
Fascination gripped her as she came to understand the darkness she had known all her life. It had a name and, even more importantly than even that, it had a purpose. With what little understanding they could provide her she delved deeply inward during the first few years she spent traveling with the acolytes, emulating their meditations and self reflections; though hers were quite different. She found what she'd always known, always felt: Darkness. Darkness so deep and suffocating that she questioned why she had not already become smothered by it as a child. She questioned how she had not lost herself to it every time Krothus denied her or chastised her. Why did the dark comfort her when it eluded even those among the acolytes similar to herself.
It was only when the darkness answered her plying that she began to understand. Her answers were not like those she'd heard of, or reflected in manner that were boasted in Krothus' stories, but rather in the form of something akin to a second blood coursing through her veins. The more she delved the greater she felt, beginning to feel more alive than she ever could have imagined. That is until she understood that the darkness did not wish for her to remain companion to the acolytes and their derivative understanding. They had provided her with the keys but they could never give her the understanding and experience it demanded. A notion that would drive her to use her newfound knowledge of the greater galaxy to beign to forge her own path.
Pursuit of Strength...
Recollection of the next years stood as profoundly challenging. While time seemed to pass meaninglessly for her a great deal changed while Decima Zambrano travelled the stars. Not yet leaving the Unknown Regions, traversing world after world as a means to immerse herself in the darkness each could bring her as she explored, the young Zambrano enacted a the only plan that was viable. In lieu of her lack of understanding of the Force, finding solace only in delving into it's cold embrace to feel it wash over her, she opted to seek out any world that might bring her closer to greater proximity to the dark side of the Force.
Her justification? If she could not wield the Force as those by whom she'd been saved than she would embrace it by a means that would not only benefit her, but create a tighter cohesiveness between her physical essence and the darkness that called to her. A journey that was fraught with a vast plethora of expreiences and dangers that she met in formidable kind. She did not know, nor understand, the benefits of her lineage or the effects that it had had on her body but in the face of adversity she found herself efficinetly impelling herself through any and all obstacles that crossed her path.
Coincidentally it was during this time that she encountered her first Force practitioner. She would not remember their name, let alone their face, but she would remember the feeling that envolped her as she drew upon the dark side of the Force to grant her the winning edge. Lightsaber, blasters and even a tactile influence over the Force were within his possession but she persevered undeterred. Once his corpse began to grow cold on the cragged environ of their confrontation she made her first attempt at meditating.
For days she meditated upon the events that had transpired, on the feelings elicited by the way her body felt natural in it's exploitation of the dark side and the almost fanatical interpretation he had made of her. An interpretation he had made upon merely laying eyes on her. She knew not how one responded to unprovoked prejudice and such unfounded aggression. The only thing she knew, even as she held in her hand the lightsaber he had wielded, was an intoxicating sensation of contempt and hatred. He had tried to kill her for merely existing.
And she did not care that he was dead.
She felt only the exhileration of survival that came as reward for her efforts. Efforts that had been guided by the dark side of the Force that she attributed to her survival, though it had been her own strength that had prevailed over the stranger. It was an experience, such as it was however, that stood as the beginning of her quest for far greater strength than she herself even truly understood. To survive she needed to be strong. To be strong she needed to survive. The dark side would be her guide.
Riddles Unravelled...
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