Eternal Father
- Intent: Update an old NPC for modern times
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- Role: Personal Physician
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- Age: Physically 30s
- Force Sensitivity: Non-Force User
- Species: Cloned Near-Human (Part Kiffar)
- Appearance: Vain Jar'He is a Near-Human Kiffar clone created from the genetic template of Irajah Ven, preserving much of her progenitor's youthful beauty while developing an identity entirely her own. Standing only 152 centimeters tall with a naturally slender frame, she cuts a diminutive figure beside the towering forms of Darth Carnifex and Darth Prazutis. Her build is delicate rather than athletic, shaped by years spent leaning over operating tables instead of training grounds. Despite her modest stature, she carries herself with unwavering confidence, moving through the household with the quiet certainty of someone who knows few would dare question her authority within a medical setting.
Her complexion is pale from spending the overwhelming majority of her life beneath artificial illumination, while her short black hair is gathered into a practical bun that leaves nothing to interfere with her work. Her most striking natural feature is a pair of expressive hazel eyes, whose warm coloration contrasts sharply with her otherwise clinical appearance. Those eyes are almost perpetually narrowed in concentration or irritation, often accompanied by an exhausted expression born from chronic sleep deprivation, endless responsibilities, and an unhealthy dependence upon exceptionally strong caf.
The lower half of Vain's face is almost never seen. She wears a custom-built respirator seamlessly integrated into the high collar of her physician's attire, creating the impression that mask and uniform are components of a single garment. Finished in matte black with restrained metallic detailing, the respirator serves both practical and symbolic purposes, filtering contaminants while reinforcing the sterile professionalism that defines her role. Within the household, seeing Vain without her mask is rare enough that many servants have gone years without witnessing her uncovered face.
Her physician's robes blend Imperial austerity with advanced medical engineering. A long, dark navy tunic falls nearly to her boots, accented by black armored panels, polished metallic trim, and a broad utility belt carrying compact diagnostic devices and emergency medical instruments. The design is deliberately understated, prioritizing mobility, cleanliness, and functionality over ornamentation while remaining unmistakably befitting one of the Dark Dyarchs' closest retainers. Every seam and fastening has been tailored to accommodate prolonged surgical work, allowing unrestricted movement without sacrificing the imposing silhouette expected within the Zambrano household.
Perhaps the most distinctive aspect of Vain's appearance lies in her hands. Both have been voluntarily replaced with elegant cybernetic prostheses engineered specifically for surgery. Rather than appearing bulky or overtly mechanical, they possess an almost skeletal delicacy, with slender articulated fingers constructed from polished alloys and microscopic actuators capable of movements beyond the limits of organic anatomy. Every joint is designed for extraordinary precision, allowing her to perform operations at a microscopic scale without the slightest tremor. They resemble finely crafted surgical instruments more than conventional prosthetic limbs, embodying the same philosophy that governs her practice: absolute precision achieved through minimalism. Despite their refined appearance, the hands possess remarkable strength and dexterity, making them indispensable tools for both medicine and cybernetic reconstruction.
Completing her familiar image is an oversized insulated mug of steaming caf that seems to accompany her everywhere she goes. Whether walking the estate corridors, reviewing medical records, or standing over an operating table, the mug is almost always within arm's reach. It has become such a constant fixture of her daily routine that many within the household joke they have never seen Dr. Vain Jar'He without either a surgical instrument in one hand or a mug of caf in the other - a humorous observation made all the more remarkable given that her hands themselves have become surgical instruments.
- Name: Doctor Vain Jar'He
- Loyalties: Darth Carnifex | Darth Prazutis
- Wealth: Vain possesses little personal interest in wealth, luxury, or status. Her every material need is supplied by the Dark Dyarchy, while her laboratory and medical facilities receive effectively unlimited funding whenever required.
- Notable Possessions:
- Custom respirator mask with integrated filtration and sterile atmosphere regulators
- Pair of precision cybernetic surgical hands capable of microscopic manipulation
- Personalized surgical instrument case containing bespoke scalpels, laser scalpels, and micro-tools
- Portable advanced diagnostic scanner
- Compact emergency bacta stabilization unit
- Heavily encrypted medical datapad containing the complete physiological records of Darth Carnifex and Darth Prazutis
- Extensive archive of anatomical, cybernetic, and Sith medical research journals
- Personalized medical laboratory and operating theater within the Dark Dyarchs' estates
- Collection of experimental pharmaceuticals, antitoxins, and regenerative compounds of her own formulation
- High-security access credentials granting unrestricted entry to the Dark Dyarchs' private infirmaries and laboratories
- Reinforced physician's coat with integrated sterile systems and concealed medical storage
- Portable injector pistol for anesthetics, stimulants, and emergency medications
- An ever-present oversized caf mug, rarely seen empty, accompanied by a personal reserve of premium caf beans kept within her laboratory
- Skills:
- Trauma surgery
- Cybernetic integration and maintenance
- Internal medicine
- Clone physiology
- Emergency battlefield medicine
- Regenerative medicine
- Toxicology
- Sith alchemical pathology
- Medical research
- Diagnostic analysis
- Languages:
- Galactic Basic Standard
- Kiffar
- Binary
- ur-Kittât
- Huttese
- Personality: Dr. Vain Jar'He is defined by relentless professionalism, exceptional competence, and an almost complete absence of patience for anything she considers unnecessary. Every aspect of her life revolves around medicine, and she approaches her vocation with an intensity bordering on obsession. She has little interest in ceremony, politics, military strategy, or the countless formalities that occupy much of the Dark Dyarchs' court. To Vain, there are only healthy patients, dying patients, and people actively making her job more difficult. Everything else is background noise.
Her bedside manner is, by nearly every conventional standard, abysmal. Vain is notoriously cantankerous, sharp-tongued, and prone to delivering withering sarcasm whenever confronted with foolish decisions or avoidable injuries. Remarkably, this irreverent attitude extends even to Darth Carnifex and Darth Prazutis themselves. She possesses neither the fear nor the inclination to flatter them, routinely scolding both rulers for neglecting their health, delaying treatment, or returning from battle in conditions she considers medically irresponsible. Few individuals in the galaxy would dare address either Sith Lord in such a manner, but within the confines of the infirmary, Vain's authority is unquestioned. The operating theater is her domain, and even the Dark Dyarchs recognize that an exceptional physician cannot afford hesitation born from reverence.
Despite her abrasive exterior, Vain is neither cruel nor malicious. Her criticism stems from genuine frustration at preventable suffering rather than personal hostility. Once someone enters her care, rank, status, species, or political importance become secondary to the immediate demands of preserving life. She treats every procedure with uncompromising precision, refusing to allow personal feelings to influence medical judgment. Even patients she personally dislikes receive the same meticulous attention afforded to those she respects, because anything less would violate the professional standards she imposes upon herself.
Vain's perfectionism borders on pathological. Surgical instruments must be arranged in exact order, laboratories maintained in immaculate condition, medical records documented with exhaustive precision, and every procedure planned well in advance whenever circumstances permit. Unexpected complications do not fluster her so much as they irritate her, prompting a stream of dry complaints even as her hands continue working with flawless accuracy. She often appears most comfortable during medical crises, where her extraordinary focus narrows the world to anatomy, physiology, and the problem immediately before her.
Socially, Vain is intensely private and remarkably reclusive. Outside her laboratories and operating suites she spends little time interacting with others unless absolutely necessary, preferring medical journals, anatomical research, or experimental projects to conversation. She forms very few close relationships, not because she is incapable of affection, but because she struggles to understand people whose passions lie outside intellectual or professional pursuits. Members of the Zambrano household have learned that the quickest way to engage her in conversation is not through gossip or politics, but by presenting an unusual medical anomaly or an unsolved biological puzzle.
Although she was created as a clone of Irajah Ven, Vain rarely dwells upon the woman whose genetics she inherited. She neither reveres nor resents her origin, instead viewing herself as an entirely separate individual whose identity has been forged through experience rather than biology. If anything, she is quietly determined that her accomplishments be recognized as her own rather than attributed to the template from which she was grown. This pragmatic outlook extends to her own body, explaining her willingness to replace both hands with exquisitely engineered cybernetic surgical prostheses when she concluded they would surpass organic anatomy in precision.
Death, to Vain, has become an occupational inconvenience rather than a source of existential dread. Recognizing that her knowledge is too valuable to lose, she developed an extensive mnemonic preservation system that periodically records the totality of her memories, personality, and professional experience. Should she perish - as she has on several occasions over the course of her roughly fifty-year existence - a newly matured clone body is prepared and her archived consciousness is restored, allowing her work to continue with only minimal interruption. Each resurrection leaves her with complete recollection of every previous life up to her most recent backup, creating a single continuous identity carried across multiple bodies. Rather than viewing each death as a new beginning, Vain considers it an infuriating administrative setback that inevitably results in more paperwork, more physical therapy, and several days spent re-acclimating to a fresh body.
This unusual relationship with mortality has made her exceptionally pragmatic. She neither glorifies sacrifice nor fears personal risk, approaching dangerous situations with the calm understanding that while her current body may be expendable, the accumulated knowledge within her mind is not. At the same time, she is fiercely protective of her memory archives and cloning infrastructure, considering them among the most valuable medical assets under her stewardship. To destroy a clone body is merely to delay her; to destroy her backups would be to erase decades of hard-earned expertise, an outcome she finds genuinely intolerable.
Her most enduring vice is an almost comical dependence upon caf. Rarely seen without an oversized mug within arm's reach, Vain consumes extraordinary quantities throughout the day and often well into the night, sustaining the punishing schedule she imposes upon herself. The household has learned to gauge her mood by the state of her mug: a freshly filled cup usually indicates tolerable irritability, while an empty one is considered sufficient warning to postpone all but the most urgent interruptions. Even so, beneath the caffeine, complaints, and perpetual exhaustion lies an unwavering sense of duty. Vain may grumble incessantly about the burdens placed upon her, but when the lives of her patients are at stake, there is no physician in the galaxy more dependable or more fiercely committed to seeing them survive.
- Weapon of Choice: Custom surgical laser scalpel, precision injector pistol, integrated cybernetic surgical manipulators.
- Combat Function: Vain is not a conventional combatant and actively avoids direct confrontation whenever possible. When violence becomes unavoidable, she applies her encyclopedic understanding of anatomy with terrifying precision, using tranquilizers, toxins, nerve strikes, and surgical-grade instruments to incapacitate rather than overwhelm her opponents. Her true battlefield value lies behind the front lines, where she performs emergency surgery, cybernetic reconstruction, and advanced trauma care under the most extreme conditions, often returning mortally wounded personnel to fighting condition within hours. Should she be killed in the course of her duties, her regularly archived memories can be restored into a prepared clone body, ensuring the continuity of her medical expertise.
- Force Abilities: None. Despite being cloned from the Force-sensitive Irajah Ven, Vain was deliberately engineered to be completely non-Force sensitive.
- Peerless Physician: Vain is one of the foremost medical minds in the galaxy, possessing unparalleled expertise in surgery, trauma care, cloning, cybernetics, regenerative medicine, and Sith physiological abnormalities.
- Surgical Precision: Her custom cybernetic hands grant her microscopic precision beyond the limits of organic anatomy, allowing her to perform operations that few other physicians could even attempt.
- Calm Under Pressure: Catastrophic injuries, battlefield emergencies, and impossible medical cases never rattle her. She remains composed and methodical regardless of the severity of the situation.
- Encyclopedic Knowledge: Decades of continuous study and accumulated experience have given Vain an extraordinary understanding of anatomy, pathology, pharmaceuticals, genetics, and cybernetic engineering.
- Continuity of Memory: Vain routinely archives her memories and personality into secure mnemonic backups. If killed, those memories can be uploaded into a prepared clone body, preserving decades of accumulated expertise with only minimal loss between backups.
- Fearless Professionalism: Vain refuses to be intimidated by rank or reputation. She will criticize even Darth Carnifex and Darth Prazutis when their medical well-being is at stake, ensuring that professional judgment always supersedes personal deference.
- Poor Frontline Combatant: Although capable of defending herself, Vain lacks formal combat training and is significantly less effective in direct engagements than dedicated soldiers or Sith.
- Abrasive Personality: Her impatience, sarcasm, and chronic irritability frequently alienate those around her, making cooperation difficult for anyone unfamiliar with her temperament.
- Caf Addiction: Vain's dependence on exceptionally strong caf borders on pathological. Depriving her of caffeine noticeably worsens her mood, concentration, and productivity.
- Work Obsession: Medicine consumes nearly every aspect of Vain's life. She routinely neglects sleep, recreation, and personal relationships in favor of research or patient care, often to her own detriment.
- Memory Vulnerability: While death itself rarely ends her career, experiences occurring after her most recent mnemonic backup are permanently lost if she dies before another archive is completed.
- Clone Dependency: Her continued existence depends upon the integrity of her cloning facilities and memory archives. Destruction or compromise of either would permanently end the continuity she has spent decades preserving.
Dr. Vain Jar'He owes her existence to an act of calculated cruelty. During one of Darth Carnifex's encounters with the Irajah Ven, he severed one of her hands, preserving the amputated limb rather than destroying it. While the mutilation served its immediate purpose, Carnifex recognized another opportunity within the harvested tissue. The living cells contained within the severed hand were recovered, stabilized, and transferred into the Kainate's advanced cloning facilities, where they became the foundation for a new project: the creation of a physician whose loyalty would belong to him alone.
Unlike ordinary clones, Vain was never intended to become a replacement for Irajah Ven. The cloning process deliberately diverged from its genetic source, stripping away the Force sensitivity inherent to the original while preserving her extraordinary biological aptitude and intellectual potential. From the moment of her accelerated gestation, Vain's education revolved exclusively around medicine. Anatomy, physiology, genetics, cybernetics, xenobiology, pathology, toxicology, and surgical technique replaced the ordinary experiences of childhood, producing an individual whose understanding of medicine matured at a pace few natural beings could rival. By the time her body reached adulthood, she had already absorbed the equivalent of decades of formal education.
Her training did not end with academic mastery. Under the patronage of Darth Carnifex and Darth Prazutis, Vain was granted unrestricted access to medical archives spanning countless civilizations, alongside the opportunity to study physiological conditions that existed nowhere else in the galaxy. The unique consequences of Sith alchemy, resurrection, extreme cybernetic reconstruction, genetic manipulation, and prolonged exposure to the Dark Side transformed her into a physician unlike any other. She came to understand bodies that conventional medicine regarded as impossible, allowing her to preserve lives that should have ended long before they reached her operating table.
As her expertise grew, so too did the trust placed in her. Vain became one of the exceedingly few individuals permitted unrestricted access to the physical bodies of Darth Carnifex and Darth Prazutis, overseeing everything from routine examinations to catastrophic battlefield reconstruction. Her operating theater became one of the only places where the Dark Dyarchs willingly surrendered control to another, recognizing that her judgment in matters of medicine surpassed even their own. It was within these years that her famously abrasive demeanor emerged, her confidence in her own abilities becoming so absolute that she freely berated even her masters whenever they presented themselves with injuries she deemed avoidable.
Recognizing that her accumulated knowledge had become too valuable to risk losing, Vain eventually devised a comprehensive mnemonic preservation program. At regular intervals she records the entirety of her memories, personality, and professional experience into secure archival matrices. When she has fallen in the line of duty - and she has died several times over the course of her roughly fifty-year existence - a prepared clone body is awakened and her archived consciousness restored, allowing her work to continue with only the experiences since her most recent backup left behind. Each successive incarnation has therefore inherited not only the genetics of Irajah Ven, but the lived experience of every Vain Jar'He who came before, creating a single continuous physician whose expertise has steadily accumulated across multiple lifetimes.
Vain thus serves as the indispensable personal physician of the Dark Dyarchy and a trusted member of the Zambrano household. Although born from the stolen flesh of another woman, she has never considered herself Irajah Ven reborn. Instead, she regards herself as the culmination of every life she has lived, every operation she has performed, and every death she has endured. To those within the household, the distinction between one body and the next is largely irrelevant; regardless of the face beneath the respirator, Vain Jar'He always returns to her operating table, mug of caf in hand, muttering about how everyone insists on making her job more difficult.