Fabula Caromed
Belle of the Brawl
"I know this is a terribly rude thing to ask before we're properly introduced, but are you sentient? It may affect how many of your limbs I cut off."
NAME: Fabula CavataioFACTION: Independent, formerly Witches of Dathomir
RANK: Master
SPECIES: Dathomiri human (clone)
AGE: Chronologically, body is 6 years old. Awake for maybe two years.
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'4" (1.6 m)
WEIGHT: 126 lbs. (57 kg)
EYES: Naturally brown. Yellow when under the influence of Rage.
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Kinda pale-ish, maybe a little dusty.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
Image: Tifa Lockhart. Thought that was pretty obvious.
Example Voice: Christina Valenzuela, probably as Riven.
Sample Theme Songs: Several, but the two most important ones by far are The End of Heartache and Devils Never Cry.
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Personality Traits
- + To Be a Master. In Fabula's head, she's still the helpless little girl she's always been. She feels she knows nothing, and constantly works to improve herself. Her drive is one part ambition, one part self-image issues, but the effect is the same; Fabula refuses to see herself as anything more than a wide-eyed schoolgirl getting graded on her life. "A true master is an eternal student."
- + Yamato Nadeshiko. A complicated term with a complicated meaning. Essentially, Fabula is one of the most relentlessly humble creatures in the galaxy. She's kind, polite, and genuinely benevolent with almost everyone she meets, making her extremely personable. It would also be a very bad idea to stand against something she believes in. From her obsessive dedication to the "will of the Force" to the people who have actually given her the time of day and are thus closest to her heart, she doesn't hesitate to stand firmly for everything that means the most in her life. And when you have Fabula Cavataio "standing firmly" for you, the opposition tends to not last long.
- + Wrench Wench. Fabula wasn't aware of her mechanical aptitude until it was awakened by Alna Merrill. Those who knew of her mother - her real mother - might have expected as much, but Fabs simply didn't think that she was a natural engineer until she was forced into a situation where she had to be. Like Anna Sachae, she has an empathic bond with machines that allows her to telepathically diagnose their "illnesses" so she can "heal" them. If you can look past the mystical crap, though, she's really good at fixing things.
- + Warrior Poet. It's easiest to describe Fabula as a warrior-priestess of the Force. She has a very ascetic outlook on the Force, the universe, life, and above all else battle. She spends most of her time meditating on the "soul of the galaxy," the implications of her actions, and the significance of every single event that might transpire around her.
- - Broken Bird. At the core of her being, Fabula is a scared little girl who thinks she's horrible at everything. Her mind is extremely fragile, and her mental defenses are erratic at best - nigh-invincible against one assault, then she shatters at the drop of a pin. Her dangerous bipolar tendencies make her life all kinds of difficult.
- - Extreme Doormat. Fabs absolutely sucks at refusing people's requests when they don't go explicitly against her beliefs. She's astoundingly submissive, for one of the deadliest warriors in the galaxy, and this seems to suit her just fine. You won't catch her arguing or fighting with someone she considers superior...and she considers an unequivocally large number of people superior.
- - Loners Are Freaks. Honestly, Fabula has no idea how to interact with people, even really sociable ones like Alndys D'Lessio and Elayne Hawk. Even if she's a nice, compliant girl, her social skills are basically zip. If you're looking for polite conversation, prepare to jump through some hilariously awkward hoops first.
- - Blood Knight. Fabs NEEDS to fight. It's how she judges her own worth, and above all it's how she vents her excess Rage. She validates herself by the battles she fights, rather than by the victories she achieves. This makes her more than a little prone to calling fights off before she wins, or throwing them entirely because it'd be more interesting.
- ~ Gag Boobs. Eeeeyup.
- + Lightning Bruiser. The Force runs differently and often strangely in every being in the galaxy. In Fabula, it runs strongest in her body itself. She's incredibly adept at "Control"-type abilities, enhancing her body to levels that no human should possibly be able to attain. At her peak, Fabs is an armor-plated juggernaut of inhuman strength and incredible speed. As you might expect, this makes her a monster in close combat.
- + Waif Fu. Though she's trained in the basics of the first five basic forms of lightsaber combat, Fabs is an Ataru duelist of the highest order. When given a little space, she's a sprinting, flipping, spinning, leaping madwoman. She's been dedicated to her precious Form IV for so long that she simply doesn't feel fatigue when using it, and hits with the speed and power of a hurricane. In tighter quarters, she tends to prefer Djem So, as Ataru is quite impractical when confined and her sheer physical strength is incredible enough to make good use of it.
- + Implacable Man. The Matukai tradition teaches mastery of the self. Through the Force, Fabula is able to heal her own wounds incredibly quickly, immunize herself to diseases and poisons, and thicken her skin to the point that she can simply "tank" attacks. She isn't indestructible - she still bleeds and burns, and she can still be bruised or her bones damaged - but it won't slow her down for long. Given a few moments of meditative maneuvers, she can rejuvenate herself quickly from most of the mild damage she'll sustain.
- - Crippling Overspecialization. With the exceptions of melee combat and fixing broken things, Fabula isn't exactly the most rounded of creatures. She's not a politician, she's not a pilot, she's not a healer, she's incapable of subtlety, she has no weapons training apart from lightsabers, her academic knowledge is extremely lacking...the list of things that she can't do is much larger than the slim list of things she can. If it has to do with beating the crap out of something or surviving an orbital bombardment, that's a thing that you want Fabula for. Otherwise, you're best served looking to someone else.
- - Magically Inept Fighter. Fabula is entirely incapable of complicated Force powers. In fact, she rarely understands what the concept of a "Force power" is; there's the Force, and that's that. Naturally, this means that she is entirely deficient in the "Alter"-type abilities that people think of when they imagine a Force user. Her basic telekinesis is negligibly weak, and she'll never be capable of shooting lightning, healing another's wound, or throwing an airspeeder with her mind. If she tries to throw it with her body, on the other hand...
- - Super-Powered Evil Side. From the moment of her awakening, Fabs has struggled with her temper. In recent months, she's been able to keep it contained within her, beaten down by layers upon layers of mental and emotional safeguards, but at her heart she's still the unstoppable marauder that her mother wanted her to be. She doesn't want to be, though. She constantly denies it, both because she hates the idea of losing so much control that she might kill someone and because of the Matukai philosophy against the Dark Side. The Rage is still there, deep in her heart, and she has to fight it constantly. Any minor combat prowess she might gain from it anymore is totally overshadowed by the loss of control.
- ~ Unskilled But Strong. Rarely a problem and rather an asset, Fabula has almost no training in hand-to-hand combat. Her incredible speed, striking power, and durability allow her to glide by on sheer ability against the majority of her enemies. After all, it doesn't matter if she's fighting a master-ranked Echani duelist when she can move faster than a blaster shot and punch holes in duracrete. However, against someone whose raw physical attributes are as great as hers, she tends to fall flat due to lack of finesse. Fabs is essentially a brawler who moves and hits like an air superiority fighter at Mach II; if she comes up against someone close to that level who has actual martial arts training, chances are she'll be at a helluva disadvantage.
FORCE POWERS:
As stated above, Fabula doesn't exactly understand the distinction between "the Force" and a "Force power." It was pointed out to me by others, however, that that doesn't mean she doesn't use Force powers. She just doesn't understand them in the same way the rest of the galaxy does. In D&D terms, she's a sorcerer in a galaxy full of wizards. She doesn't try to understand how she does what she does. She simply trusts in the Force and allows it to accomplish her needs.
The few Force powers Fabula does use have been mastered to staggering levels. She is a high-level Control specialist, meaning that if it involves enhancing her body, she's phenomenal at it...and if it doesn't, then she can't do it at all. Fabula's telekinetic ability is almost nonexistent, and her extrasensory is extremely rudimentary. However, if we were to give the following powers "ranks," most would be "Master" or "Grandmaster."
- Battlemind
- Force Healing - Self only.
- Force Jump
- Force Speed
- Force Valor
- Matukai Iron Skin
- Matukai Toxin Immunity
- A form of Tapas, once again through Matukai training.
It should be noted that this means she can't sense the future, and thus cannot deflect blaster bolts. This is intentional, as her skin is almost bulletproof and it would be rather unfair for her to have another way to avoid blaster shots.
The few Force powers Fabula does use have been mastered to staggering levels. She is a high-level Control specialist, meaning that if it involves enhancing her body, she's phenomenal at it...and if it doesn't, then she can't do it at all. Fabula's telekinetic ability is almost nonexistent, and her extrasensory is extremely rudimentary. However, if we were to give the following powers "ranks," most would be "Master" or "Grandmaster."
- Battlemind
- Force Healing - Self only.
- Force Jump
- Force Speed
- Force Valor
- Matukai Iron Skin
- Matukai Toxin Immunity
- A form of Tapas, once again through Matukai training.
It should be noted that this means she can't sense the future, and thus cannot deflect blaster bolts. This is intentional, as her skin is almost bulletproof and it would be rather unfair for her to have another way to avoid blaster shots.
EQUIPMENT:
Fabs doesn't really have a lot of gear, but...
Lightsaber - Made from weathered materials and salvage, Fabula's lightsaber never really had a chance at being pretty. Being her only companion on a bunch of frontier planets with horrible conditions did not help, and at the moment it looks like an antique. This fits Fabula's wishes just fine. It has a synthetic orange crystal with no special abilities, and is in every way a mundane lightsaber.
Lotek'k coat - The Akure Leatherworks "Kerrigan Coat" was handed out to a very limited number of people who took part in a fight against beast from beyond known space. The reward for face-tanking one of Lotek'k's minions was this fine leather jacket. Not only does it provide her torso with incredible resistance to everything that isn't a lightsaber or blunt trauma (and it's pretty good against those, too), but it can also create an oppressive aura of fear around her. Consult the article for the specifics on the fear, I'm not going to babble about it here.
Murr earrings - A souvenir from her brief stint with the Republic, Fabula owns and frequently wears a set of Murr earrings. Normally simply decorative, Fabula uses these to help calm her mind and reinforce her aura against her own darkness. They're a supplemental but not vital part of her..."arsenal," if you can even call it that.
The Bloody Pilgrim - Fabula's oldest and truest friend. The Bloody Pilgrim is a CEC-95 "Vector" that's been modified from stock. Since Fabula has no need for force cages and prisoner cells, she had all of that removed and turned into her personal meditation room, coated from ceiling to floor in automated scented candles and relaxing fiberoptic displays. She also tends to use the cargo hold for her personal training room, but this is more preference than anything. This ship has seen more of the galaxy than many long-term commissioned military scout ships, and it's only in such good condition because Fabula listened to Alna about how to keep junkers running well past their prime. The Pilgrim has some..."personality," but it rarely butts heads with Fabula's needs and the two have always been on good terms with each other.
The Pilgrim is combat-capable, though Fabula isn't exactly a dogfighter.
Lightsaber - Made from weathered materials and salvage, Fabula's lightsaber never really had a chance at being pretty. Being her only companion on a bunch of frontier planets with horrible conditions did not help, and at the moment it looks like an antique. This fits Fabula's wishes just fine. It has a synthetic orange crystal with no special abilities, and is in every way a mundane lightsaber.
Lotek'k coat - The Akure Leatherworks "Kerrigan Coat" was handed out to a very limited number of people who took part in a fight against beast from beyond known space. The reward for face-tanking one of Lotek'k's minions was this fine leather jacket. Not only does it provide her torso with incredible resistance to everything that isn't a lightsaber or blunt trauma (and it's pretty good against those, too), but it can also create an oppressive aura of fear around her. Consult the article for the specifics on the fear, I'm not going to babble about it here.
Murr earrings - A souvenir from her brief stint with the Republic, Fabula owns and frequently wears a set of Murr earrings. Normally simply decorative, Fabula uses these to help calm her mind and reinforce her aura against her own darkness. They're a supplemental but not vital part of her..."arsenal," if you can even call it that.
The Bloody Pilgrim - Fabula's oldest and truest friend. The Bloody Pilgrim is a CEC-95 "Vector" that's been modified from stock. Since Fabula has no need for force cages and prisoner cells, she had all of that removed and turned into her personal meditation room, coated from ceiling to floor in automated scented candles and relaxing fiberoptic displays. She also tends to use the cargo hold for her personal training room, but this is more preference than anything. This ship has seen more of the galaxy than many long-term commissioned military scout ships, and it's only in such good condition because Fabula listened to Alna about how to keep junkers running well past their prime. The Pilgrim has some..."personality," but it rarely butts heads with Fabula's needs and the two have always been on good terms with each other.
The Pilgrim is combat-capable, though Fabula isn't exactly a dogfighter.
BIOGRAPHY:
Background
Seven hundred years ago, there were a whole lot more Cavataios running around. Petra tended to spread her family tree out to the corners of the galaxy. Fabula Cavataio and her twin sister Kristin were engineered through a combination of medical science and Nightsister magic, and the two of them bonded at a level that even twin sisters normally don't. Fabula's entire life was Kristin, and the parts of it that weren't normally involved finding the biggest, meanest thing around and taking it on in single combat.
Then Petra went insane and killed off her entire family.
Being the evil mastermind that she was, Petra Cavataio kept frozen clones of every one of her children, storing their genetic information in case she needed them again. Lo and behold, she had need for Fabula's unique drive to fight everything in sight five hundred years later...but much more importantly, she had need of that part of her that her sister had taken advantage of in life. Fabula's undying, unquestioning loyalty, thoughtlessly giving her soul over to the one she believes in.
The current Fabula Cavataio is a clone of the previous, naturally-born one, defrosted from Petra's vast collection of cloned babies. it would be hard to tell the two instances of her apart, if not for the absence of Kristin.
First Steps, Disappeared Mother
Wandering around the forests of Dathomir has given Fabula quite a bit of time to become much more contemplative than her original self. Her contemplation of the meaning of battle, the depths of Rage, and the presence of the Force in all things has given her a philosophical (even poetic) approach to life. Even as she wandered around the planet, slaying creatures of lore and legends that slaves tell around the campfires at night, she found a kind of peace that her predecessor could never muster on her own.
After a while, Fabula acquired her own ship, and started to wander the galaxy on her random path of wanton destruction. Her penchant for finding utter chaos everywhere she went seemed to be something she'd picked up from her mother. Eventually she happened upon the Nautolan rogue Jedi named Qae Shena and, after a quick duel, persuaded him to teach her the fundamentals of Shii-Cho. Introduced to the most basic elements of lightsaber combat only whet her appetite; Fabula's attention turned almost immediately to finding more impressive trainers to develop her skills.
This was a nice groove to get into, but that all changed
With time, and a bit of luck, Fabula found people to support her, to help her survive the prison of her own self-loathing. She met Spencer Jacobs, a former Witch who had nothing left on Dathomir, who taught her that her life wasn't simply over because of what she'd lost (Empty Soul). She found Ember Rekali, another Dathomiri refugee who taught her to fight for what she believed in (Nothing and Everything), and eventually Aleidis Ijet, who gave her something to believe in (Picking Up a Stray).
Perhaps more importantly, Fabula found a semblance of normalcy with Alndys D'Lessio. On a chance, morose roam through the depths of hyperspace (Moping About the Corridor), Fabula ran into the very woman who owned the entire string of rest stops and refueling stations that she'd spent so much of her time in: "Silk Holdings," with a veritable monopoly on the Mara Corridor trade route. The two of them bonded over cheeseburgers and a quick salvage op, and Fabula found herself a surrogate to her vanished mother.
For a while, she shacked up with the Jedi under Aleidis Ijet's suggestion. Fabula made leagues of progress in self-control since she awoke as a confused and angry girl roughly a year previous, and learning with the Jedi offered her something in the way of kinship, at least or a time. Eventually, though, she had to move on. With a growing relationship with one Lynn Caromed and now reverse-engineering what she can of the Matukai philosophy and training techniques, she had her hands quite full enough for several months without having to worry about silly political squabbles.
Hermit She-Hulk
After the Tournament of the Cauldron and the fight against Lotek'k, the horror from beyond space, Fabula simply vanished into the stars as she is wont to do. She resurfaced once or twice, finding a curious connection with one Fable Merrill, but remained largely obscure for quite some time. Much like a wizard, Fabula comes and goes as she pleases.
KILLS:
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Several threads lost to the 11/8/13 board crash. Current and future threads will be listed below. I've given up on my previous practice of labeling them "complete" or "unfinished" or "ongoing," because I had a whooooole lot of "unfinished."
Training
- Peace of Mind - Michael Sardun
- The People You Meet On Deadly Planets - Hayato
- Sparring - Daella Apparine
- Clash of the Titans - Jacen Cavill
- ToC: Fabula vs Ayden - Ayden Cater
- ToC: Vulpesen vs Fabula Cavataio - Vulpesen
- Bomb Queen - Republic dominion of Nixor
- Collaterally Damaging Duo - Siobhan Kerrigan
- A Very Mando Meeting - Lynn Caromed
- Let's Go Buy Sarongs! - Alna Merrill
- And With Strange Aeons - Rave Merrill
- Heavy Risks, But The Priiize - Siobhan Kerrigan
- Know Thyself, Know Thy Enemy - Lynn Caromed
- Hey...You Have Something In Your Face (A SPEEDER) - Jared Ovmar
Fabula could take a little more showboating at the expense of being able to guide someone with far too much need to show off to better himself. She scarcely regarded his little fireworks display, instead only reacting with a discrete little nod when he asked (in as many words) for her guidance. Were it only that he had asked for manners, too...but that wasn't relevant to the moment. Stay mindful, stupid girl.
Closing her eyes, Fabula placed her hands back in her lap. "I understand that the Sith teach you to be free with your emotions and your outbursts, to constantly remind those around you of your power. To unlock the truest might of your anger, you must repress it." Her lip got a bit of a smirk to it, and she continued."Such control takes enormous focus. Rage multiplies linearly when given free reign, but exponentially when forced to stockpile."
His white eye and reference to "auras" give her a very specific hint she figured she'd follow up on. "Look closely into me," she said in her quiet-as-a-mouse voice. "Past the layers of self-restraint. Past the imposed safeguards and the hours of strenuous meditation." She had no idea how far down she'd managed to force her Rage today, but it was probably too far for someone as...untempered as this to find without a little help. Either way, it wouldn't change what she had planned.
Over a few seconds, Fabula very carefully released her control, relaxed as gradually as possible. As if she was getting a massage, her mind went slack on one safeguard after another. Her self-loathing sizzled. Hatred of the self is the least dangerous form of hatred. It helped her temper it, keep it in check through convincing herself that she was the only thing worth her own maddening rage, the only target worthy. When she released that self-loathing, her being became darker. Harsher. Yellow.
After a moment she continued. Her memories of her mother, of being abandoned and left to an unforgiving galaxy, broiled. Petra had brought her into the world, given her purpose and love...and then left her alone. She had never spoken to her again, and Fabula had no one to hold her, no one to tell her it was alright. It was her, on her own, entirely alone against a universe that seemed intent on breaking her and casting her aside. When she released her memories of Petra, her essence became more violent. Simmering beneath the surface. Orange.
Cautiously, barely maintaining control, Fabula moved on. Her hatred for every single living thing, all of them with their own place in the galaxy, flared. She was alone, the only creature anything like herself. She had been thrust into a universe in which everything had a place and a purpose, and yet she didn't. She was useless, helpless, senseless. Jealousy begets rage, and by the time she had released her forgiveness of a galaxy more privileged than she, it begat Rage. True Rage, incalculably deep and pure in essence. Her aura blazed like an afternoon sun, threatening to scorch the very air around her. Red as the blood she was intent on shedding.
If not for her careful control, Fabula would've reached up idly and cracked the idiot boy's very skull before her. She certainly had the power. She could feel it thrumming beneath her skin. But Fabula's mind was her own; the Rage wasn't overwhelming to her. It was her ally, her closest friend, and her natural state. She felt for just a moment as if she saw the world more brilliantly than any other time.
Her voice, extremely dissonant, had not changed. "Through layers of self-denial, of control and cages that you impose on yourself, you can keep your emotions seated deep within you," she continued, her tone as mousy as ever. Fabula opened her eyes, practically glowing red, and met her student's gaze. "I could crush you to dust in a heartbeat. Break this ground beneath me. Rage is your ultimate power, the most primal manifestation of your strength. It hates everything, and if you force it to set idle, it hates you as well."
Fabula reached to her side, lifting a rock in her bare fingers and gripping it tight. For just a moment, she was careful not to damage it. "And when it is forced to lie dormant, it feeds. It grows, swells like a river behind a dam. Then you break that dam." To punctuate, she shattered the stone she had picked up, the whole rock fracturing into pieces and dust right before the young man's eyes. Somewhere along the line, her smile had died a quiet death.
Closing her eyes, Fabula placed her hands back in her lap. "I understand that the Sith teach you to be free with your emotions and your outbursts, to constantly remind those around you of your power. To unlock the truest might of your anger, you must repress it." Her lip got a bit of a smirk to it, and she continued."Such control takes enormous focus. Rage multiplies linearly when given free reign, but exponentially when forced to stockpile."
His white eye and reference to "auras" give her a very specific hint she figured she'd follow up on. "Look closely into me," she said in her quiet-as-a-mouse voice. "Past the layers of self-restraint. Past the imposed safeguards and the hours of strenuous meditation." She had no idea how far down she'd managed to force her Rage today, but it was probably too far for someone as...untempered as this to find without a little help. Either way, it wouldn't change what she had planned.
Over a few seconds, Fabula very carefully released her control, relaxed as gradually as possible. As if she was getting a massage, her mind went slack on one safeguard after another. Her self-loathing sizzled. Hatred of the self is the least dangerous form of hatred. It helped her temper it, keep it in check through convincing herself that she was the only thing worth her own maddening rage, the only target worthy. When she released that self-loathing, her being became darker. Harsher. Yellow.
After a moment she continued. Her memories of her mother, of being abandoned and left to an unforgiving galaxy, broiled. Petra had brought her into the world, given her purpose and love...and then left her alone. She had never spoken to her again, and Fabula had no one to hold her, no one to tell her it was alright. It was her, on her own, entirely alone against a universe that seemed intent on breaking her and casting her aside. When she released her memories of Petra, her essence became more violent. Simmering beneath the surface. Orange.
Cautiously, barely maintaining control, Fabula moved on. Her hatred for every single living thing, all of them with their own place in the galaxy, flared. She was alone, the only creature anything like herself. She had been thrust into a universe in which everything had a place and a purpose, and yet she didn't. She was useless, helpless, senseless. Jealousy begets rage, and by the time she had released her forgiveness of a galaxy more privileged than she, it begat Rage. True Rage, incalculably deep and pure in essence. Her aura blazed like an afternoon sun, threatening to scorch the very air around her. Red as the blood she was intent on shedding.
If not for her careful control, Fabula would've reached up idly and cracked the idiot boy's very skull before her. She certainly had the power. She could feel it thrumming beneath her skin. But Fabula's mind was her own; the Rage wasn't overwhelming to her. It was her ally, her closest friend, and her natural state. She felt for just a moment as if she saw the world more brilliantly than any other time.
Her voice, extremely dissonant, had not changed. "Through layers of self-denial, of control and cages that you impose on yourself, you can keep your emotions seated deep within you," she continued, her tone as mousy as ever. Fabula opened her eyes, practically glowing red, and met her student's gaze. "I could crush you to dust in a heartbeat. Break this ground beneath me. Rage is your ultimate power, the most primal manifestation of your strength. It hates everything, and if you force it to set idle, it hates you as well."
Fabula reached to her side, lifting a rock in her bare fingers and gripping it tight. For just a moment, she was careful not to damage it. "And when it is forced to lie dormant, it feeds. It grows, swells like a river behind a dam. Then you break that dam." To punctuate, she shattered the stone she had picked up, the whole rock fracturing into pieces and dust right before the young man's eyes. Somewhere along the line, her smile had died a quiet death.
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