Fabula Caromed
Belle of the Brawl
" Not even Hell itself could keep me from you, cyar'ika. "
NAME: Fabula Caromed, née CavataioFACTION: The Outer Rim Coalition
RANK: Dark Jedi Master
SPECIES: Human (Dathomiri, clone)
AGE: Between 15 and 700 years old. Ish.
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'4" (160cm)
WEIGHT: 131 lbs. (59 kg)
EYES: Dark Side gold, originally dark brown
SKIN: Dark Side pale, originally somewhat dusty
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
Sins: Wrath, Sloth
Virtues: Humility, Charity
Spouse: [member="Lynn Caromed"]
Children: [member="Fable Merrill"]
Languages: Basic, Mando'a, Paecean
Avatar: Tifa Lockhart. Really hard to get more obvious.
Voice: Cristina Valenzuela, specifically as Riven.
Playlist: Here. Just a little something I listen to when I need to get into her head.
See Also: Fabula's most recent questionnaire entry.
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STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES
- + Lightning Bruiser. Fabula has always had a fantastic affinity for the Control sphere of powers, augmenting her body to perform feats far beyond most other Force users. In combat, she empowers herself with the less cuddly aspects of the Force to move and react extremely quickly, fight with superhuman strength and stamina, and transcend the limits of her mortal body through focused battle-lust. This makes her utterly terrifying to face in close combat.
- + Master Swordsman. It's safe to say that if Fabula knows anything better than pushing her body to legitimately superhuman limits, that thing would be lightsabers. Trained in all seven classical forms and particularly in the most aggressive ones, Fabula has had a love affair with Ataru, Djem So, and Juyo for years. For a short time, she was considered one of the greatest Ataru masters in the galaxy...and even though that age is long since past, she's still plenty deadly.
- - Close Range Combatant. As a Control specialist, Fabula is painfully deficient in almost any Force technique that doesn't involve the use of her body. Her telekinesis is laughably weak, her senses are dull, and she can't manifest any of the fun "magic" Force powers that other Force-users like to spam. This, combined with her rather lackluster blaster deflection skills, leaves her at a disadvantage at range...provided her enemy can maintain that range.
- - Crippling Overspecialization. Like many classical Force users, Fabula is basically only good at being a Force user. She's a decent but not incredible pilot, she's utterly useless with computers and medkits, her only way through a locked door is to punch it, and looking at a blaster or a bomb for her is akin to looking into the human brain. While she's plenty personable, Fabula isn't terribly bright. She does one thing, and that can leave her very vulnerable against clever enemies.
- ~ Gag Boobs. Eeyup.
- Fabula has no pillows in her cabin on the Pilgrim. Only stuffed animals.
- On Kashyyyk, Rawrwaarg trained Fabula in the Wookiee martial art "Wrruushi." Despite being a relatively short human, Fabula is easily strong enough to make it work.
- Alcohol somehow bypasses Fabula's metabolic control. She's a one-drink date.
- There are probably about two hundred more Fabula clones in stasis tubes below the lost Morte Clan stronghold on Dathomir. Also Kristin, Petra, Anna, Mira, Mirus...
Fabula is a Dathomiri woman of relatively average height. Her body is developing visible musculature, due to her exercises with Lynn and Fable. Her eyes used to be dark brown and her skin used to be somewhat dusty, but due to Dark Side corruption they are now quite gold and pale, respectively. Fabula keeps her dark hair a little past shoulder length and brushed straight, though if she let it grow it would probably never stop due to her overuse of the Force for healing her own wounds. Despite that healing, she still has a nasty scar on the back of her left ankle from a sliced Achilles.
Aaaand let's get this out of the way. Her boobs are huge. Her official measurements are "AAAAHAHAHAHAA"
Aaaand let's get this out of the way. Her boobs are huge. Her official measurements are "AAAAHAHAHAHAA"
POSSESSIONS:
Lightsaber - Made from industrial-grade durasteel and with a shock-absorbing foam grip, Fabula's lightsaber is designed to withstand the physical stress of a berserker with super strength. It is otherwise an entirely mundane lightsaber with a synthetic orange crystal and absolutely no tricks or gimmicks.
Fabula's beskar'gam - After six years of being a semi-official member of a Mandalorian clan, Fabula finally got herself some armor. The Dha'cabur beskar'gam is very simply beskar scales over an armorweave suit, with a matching skirt. It protects most of her body from most forms of damage, and that's it. The armor is quite heavy, so Fabula normally only wears it when she's expecting battle, or going to a Mandalorian formal function.
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 used to use these to help calm her mind and reinforce her aura against her own darkness. Now, they help keep her temper under control when she doesn't need to use it. 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 XR-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. It was formerly a bedroom for Fable when she started living on her mother's ship, but now the room has been converted into a gym. 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.
L1-AL-0999 - Al 2.0 is Fabula's main companion on the Rim. He's programmed for etiquette, protocol, translation, and civilian piloting. He's also a pretty decent maid, though Fabula's compulsive fastidiousness means she hardly has need of one. Fabs isn't the best mechanic, but her mom taught her a thing or two a few centuries ago, and that still holds up today. As a result, Al is pretty well taken care of, decently content, and stays out of harm's way most of the time. But then, it is the Rim...
Silk-5 Speeder Bike - Cheap, rugged, and replaceable, the Silk-5 speeder bike is the AK-47 of civilian speeders. It's plentiful, it's durable, and it'll work no matter what kind of pain is inflicted on it. This makes it incredibly useful for travel at the edge of the galaxy. It also makes it rather conveniently useful as a crude bludgeon for those who can lift it. After Fable moved out of the Pilgrim, Fabula started storing a Silk-5 in her cargo bay at any given time. After all, she's quite fond of biking.
Utapau Condor - The other side of the coin. Fabula's Condor can reach a velocity unwise for a squishy meat-person to travel at. It has a 0-300km/h of about 2.7 seconds, turns on a grain of sand, and has a top speed of "SWEET SKYWALKERS GET ME OFF THIS THING!" While Fabula isn't exactly a racer, sometimes she feels the need to take a performance bike out into the middle of the wastes and open it up to see what it can really do. It's replaced the second Silk-5 she normally kept in her cargo hold.
AEL TerentAttack Cuffs - Kept in a drawer beside her bed, on the Pilgrim. Anything else breaks.
Fabula's beskar'gam - After six years of being a semi-official member of a Mandalorian clan, Fabula finally got herself some armor. The Dha'cabur beskar'gam is very simply beskar scales over an armorweave suit, with a matching skirt. It protects most of her body from most forms of damage, and that's it. The armor is quite heavy, so Fabula normally only wears it when she's expecting battle, or going to a Mandalorian formal function.
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 used to use these to help calm her mind and reinforce her aura against her own darkness. Now, they help keep her temper under control when she doesn't need to use it. 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 XR-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. It was formerly a bedroom for Fable when she started living on her mother's ship, but now the room has been converted into a gym. 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.
L1-AL-0999 - Al 2.0 is Fabula's main companion on the Rim. He's programmed for etiquette, protocol, translation, and civilian piloting. He's also a pretty decent maid, though Fabula's compulsive fastidiousness means she hardly has need of one. Fabs isn't the best mechanic, but her mom taught her a thing or two a few centuries ago, and that still holds up today. As a result, Al is pretty well taken care of, decently content, and stays out of harm's way most of the time. But then, it is the Rim...
Silk-5 Speeder Bike - Cheap, rugged, and replaceable, the Silk-5 speeder bike is the AK-47 of civilian speeders. It's plentiful, it's durable, and it'll work no matter what kind of pain is inflicted on it. This makes it incredibly useful for travel at the edge of the galaxy. It also makes it rather conveniently useful as a crude bludgeon for those who can lift it. After Fable moved out of the Pilgrim, Fabula started storing a Silk-5 in her cargo bay at any given time. After all, she's quite fond of biking.
Utapau Condor - The other side of the coin. Fabula's Condor can reach a velocity unwise for a squishy meat-person to travel at. It has a 0-300km/h of about 2.7 seconds, turns on a grain of sand, and has a top speed of "SWEET SKYWALKERS GET ME OFF THIS THING!" While Fabula isn't exactly a racer, sometimes she feels the need to take a performance bike out into the middle of the wastes and open it up to see what it can really do. It's replaced the second Silk-5 she normally kept in her cargo hold.
AEL TerentAttack Cuffs - Kept in a drawer beside her bed, on the Pilgrim. Anything else breaks.
OTHER GEAR:
Lightsabers: Over her life, Fabula has had a total of four lightsabers. All have been orange synthetic crystals without any other real distinguishing traits of merit. Though she's plenty skilled in Jar'kai, Fabs doesn't feel any reason to keep multiple lightsabers on-hand when her off-hand will do.
Her previous lightsabers are in the possession of Alna Merrill, Fable Merrill, and Lynn Caromed.
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 coat. 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.
Fabula's jacket is currently in the possession of [member="Fable Merrill"].
Her previous lightsabers are in the possession of Alna Merrill, Fable Merrill, and Lynn Caromed.
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 coat. 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.
Fabula's jacket is currently in the possession of [member="Fable Merrill"].
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BIOGRAPHY:
Got a little long. Decided to condense it.
The Witch
Fabula Cavataio is one of the twin daughters of Anna Sachae and, through alchemy and the miracle of science, Petra Cavataio. She and her sister Kristin were born and raised in a time where the Witches of Dathomir were a political force in the galaxy beyond simple mud and sticks. Rather than dancing naked in the moonlight and playing with animals in the woods, the Nightsisters of the Cavataio Dynasty waged war on the heavens, conquering what they could and buying what they couldn't.
Fabula and Kristin were brought up on the Book of Dathomir, a codex of Dathomiri teachings concocted by Petra's Morte Clan in order to facilitate a more unified empire. The twins were each other's perfect compliment in almost every conceivable way: one warrior, one sorceress; one supportive, one ambitious. When it became clear that Fabula wasn't going to be mastering any Witch spells, their training became specialized to their tasks. While Kristin trained with Petra to learn how to manipulate minds and run an empire, Fabula trained with her cousin Mirus to forge herself into an unstoppable engine of violence and rage. A living weapon to deploy against Kristin's enemies, she became the sword to her sister's tongue...and as Cavataio blood was given to unnaturally long life through gene therapy and alchemy, so it was for a hundred years or more.
In a hundred years, Fabula was employed as a living siege engine again and again. A favored tactic of the Morte Clan forces was to give her a single-pilot starfighter and send her to crash into the enemy lines, behind their outer defenses. The ship would absorb the anti-air defenses, and when it crashed, Fabula would be in the midst of enough enemies to sate her thirst for carnage for just a few more minutes. An unfeeling storm of rage and hatred and a hurricane of Force and orange light, Fabula was a one-woman assault battalion throughout much of the Endelaan-era galactic strife.
But everything comes crashing down eventually. The twins were unfathomably close, and so when Petra Cavataio went insane and attacked them, Fabula did her best to protect Kristin, even from her mother. Even in spite of her mother's wishes for both of them to die. When she failed and had to watch Kristin die before her eyes, Fabula found new depths of pure, unadulterated Rage that she had never before suspected possible. Savage strength and primal speed, stamina brought from the need to see another dead rather than a need to live through the encounter...she had surpassed anything she had been capable of before.
It wasn't enough.
Fabula Cavataio met her end on her mother's lightsaber years before the Gulag Plague was even an idea. She stayed so for hundreds of years, her spirit trapped in the Netherworld, being tormented by its own darkness. On the Field of Blades, battle was twisted from her passion and the sole purpose of her life into her greatest torment. In all of that time, she never once saw Kristin, and the loss of something as vital as her other half weakened her further. She was barely even sentient when her spirit was dragged from the afterlife to inhabit another body.
The Wanderer
Actually, it was the same body. Petra had created clones upon clones of each of her children, and hundreds of years later she had need of a perfect warrior to be her enforcer, her assassin, and her one-woman army. Fabula, much more malleable than Mirus, was her choice...though whether it was her intent to stick the original Fabula's soul in the body of this clone isn't clear. The end result was an unstable but extremely obedient clone with natural Force power in abundance and a biological need to destroy things. The perfect Opitvus Res, hand of the Mother Superior.
Then Petra vanished, leaving this new Fabula to make of the galaxy what she could. Initially confused and lost, Fabula did everything in her power to subsist. She sought training with the ex-Jedi Jameris Malak and the renegade Sith Reyven Samoth, burned part of Felucia to the ground in a climactic battle with Morna Imura, smashed an arena to pieces with Qae Shena, and moped about the galaxy in self-pity for months. Her life didn't hit a cadence until she met Ember Rekali and Seroth Ur-Rahn, joining the two of them in liberating an oppressed people.
Fabula's appetite for the company of others had been nurtured by her brief interaction with Ember and Seroth. Maybe that was what made her go to a Silk Holdings deep-space refueling station...or maybe she was just hungry. Either way, Fabula met Alndis D'lessio there, and quickly latched onto her as a surrogate mother. The two of them ate together, did a couple of salvage jobs together, and stayed in touch. Fabula likely would have sent whatever money she made back to "Miss Alna," if she hadn't made it abundantly clear that she was pretty much Oprah-rich. Regardless, this opened her up for other friendships in the future.
Friendships like Aleidis Ijet, for instance, who Fabula met once on the Wheel and immediately returned to Coruscant with to join the Jedi as a potential recruit. While that particular recruitment didn't work out terribly well, she certainly enjoyed the little glowbug's company, and the two of them had very similar demeanors; polite girl, meet polite girl. This friendship carried over later into their lives, while fighting a particularly dangerous creature from outside time and space. Aleidis kept Fabula from falling over while Fabula punched things. Perfect working relationship.
Fabula's worked with Siobhan Kerrigan several times, normally to destroy lots of very explosive things. The two of them have a high-violence, property damage intensive demeanor, so they work very well together. To top it off, Siobhan was very friendly to Fabula when she didn't quite understand her own life, and they seem to have similar...recreational activities. Fabs would love to actually be able to finish a mission with her, but something always seems to come up.
After she left the Jedi Order, Fabula Cavataio found someone very, very important.
You can read the questionnaire Fabula took at this point in her life here.
Family
One evening, when she was lonely and on a planet she can't even remember the name of, Fabula met a Mandalorian in green armor. After an evening of silent companionship and drinking, she found her inhibitions against allowing others to get close to her had slipped away, and this armored warrior came back to her ship with her. When the armor came off, Fabula first truly met Lynn Caromed, and fell hopelessly in love with her passion, quiet strength, and honesty. For the last several years, Fabula has not been able to dream of a life without Lynn.
That doesn't mean it's been all hugs and puppies, though. Both Fabula and Lynn are highly mentally unstable, with Fabula being borderline manic-depressive with breathtaking anger issues and Lynn having full-blown schizophrenia and multiple-personality disorder. The results have been...tempestuous. This came to a head on Lynn's homeworld of Taris during a private duel, where after an argument, Fabula broke her beloved Lynn's arm in a fit of rage. They likely would have ended right there (due to a sudden and violent case of death) if Fabula hadn't had a radical, sudden depressive crash.
Since that time, in what may have been the most logical and effective solution ever considered, both of the mentally deficient lasses have sought genuine psychiatric help. Lynn is now on antipsychotic medications, and Fabula has begun working with one Doctor Zendu to work to the roots of her insecurities. Their relationship is all the better for it. While there are still legitimate concerns (and illegitimate paranoia) between them at times, both are content, and they haven't had any violent outbursts for quite some time.
This may have had something to do with the new addition to their screwed-up little family. When she was on a routine refueling stop, Fabula came across a nervous young girl with breathtaking anger issues. After preventing her from killing six people in a violent rage of self-preservation, Fabula learned that this "Fable" girl was quite alone in the galaxy and needed someone to fill the void in her life. Naturally, this spoke waaaaay too clearly to someone who had lived her entire life alone, and Fabula took Fable "home" (actually to her ship) to meet Lynn and absorb her into their lives.
It took a surprisingly long time for Fabula to figure out that Fable was her clone. In fact, she didn't figure it out on her own. Lynn had to confront her about keeping secrets, which confused the poor, stupid girl to no end. In recent years, however, it's become abundantly clear that there is absolutely no other explanation. Fable and Fabula are perfect twins in almost every way.
You can read the questionnaire from this era of her life here.
The Warrior
For six hundred years, Fabula's spirit has been locked in the Field of Blades, a portion of Chaos designed to draw in the spirits of the greatest warriors amongst dead Sith and Dark Jedi. At first, this seemed like a paradise for her. Fabula could face the strongest fighters in all of history, matching blades with the likes of Marka Ragnos and Naga Sadow for an eternity. Even if she didn't survive, she would rise to continue the battle. For a year, she was in nothing less than ecstasy. For a decade, she was having the time of her life (or death). For a century, she attempted to be come the strongest on the field, to live through another day.
But her mind began to fade. Battle, forever her passion, now weighed on her like an infinite weight. She could never rest until she had killed all of them, forever, and she could never kill them all. She wandered and fought, fought and wandered, for time without end. And she died...again, and again, and again, and again. The eternity began to take its toll on her mind as much as her spirit. Where at first her victories became easy, endless centuries of constant death and rebirth eventually beat her down to the same weakened state as all of the other prisoners of this unending Hell.
Most recently, her spirit was substantially weakened. Eight years ago, when part of Fabula's soul was ripped from the Netherworld to power her lifeless golem of a clone body, she began losing consistently on the Field of Blades. She spent more time dead than alive, as the spirits of her opponents were not so weakened. The pain of death took her more and more often, leaving her with less time to think and a more urgent need to fight for her life. She needed her soul back, or else she would waste away into nothingness in the infinite war of the Field of Blades.
It was oh-so-conveniently gifted to her, along with a living body. Fabula's mind went into shock from the influx memories, and she struck out violently at everyone around her. Her rampage met a swift end on the tip of Shule Windspeaker's blade, leaving her left leg crippled and without the Force to heal it. Without a leg, she had to have Fable carry her around the Netherworld, keeping her from harm by either the environment or the other psychopaths trapped in the hellscape with them. They probably would've festered there for as long as Akala was in power if not for the intervention of an old, important friend...
Fabula's current questionnaire can be found here.
Fabula Cavataio is one of the twin daughters of Anna Sachae and, through alchemy and the miracle of science, Petra Cavataio. She and her sister Kristin were born and raised in a time where the Witches of Dathomir were a political force in the galaxy beyond simple mud and sticks. Rather than dancing naked in the moonlight and playing with animals in the woods, the Nightsisters of the Cavataio Dynasty waged war on the heavens, conquering what they could and buying what they couldn't.
Fabula and Kristin were brought up on the Book of Dathomir, a codex of Dathomiri teachings concocted by Petra's Morte Clan in order to facilitate a more unified empire. The twins were each other's perfect compliment in almost every conceivable way: one warrior, one sorceress; one supportive, one ambitious. When it became clear that Fabula wasn't going to be mastering any Witch spells, their training became specialized to their tasks. While Kristin trained with Petra to learn how to manipulate minds and run an empire, Fabula trained with her cousin Mirus to forge herself into an unstoppable engine of violence and rage. A living weapon to deploy against Kristin's enemies, she became the sword to her sister's tongue...and as Cavataio blood was given to unnaturally long life through gene therapy and alchemy, so it was for a hundred years or more.
In a hundred years, Fabula was employed as a living siege engine again and again. A favored tactic of the Morte Clan forces was to give her a single-pilot starfighter and send her to crash into the enemy lines, behind their outer defenses. The ship would absorb the anti-air defenses, and when it crashed, Fabula would be in the midst of enough enemies to sate her thirst for carnage for just a few more minutes. An unfeeling storm of rage and hatred and a hurricane of Force and orange light, Fabula was a one-woman assault battalion throughout much of the Endelaan-era galactic strife.
But everything comes crashing down eventually. The twins were unfathomably close, and so when Petra Cavataio went insane and attacked them, Fabula did her best to protect Kristin, even from her mother. Even in spite of her mother's wishes for both of them to die. When she failed and had to watch Kristin die before her eyes, Fabula found new depths of pure, unadulterated Rage that she had never before suspected possible. Savage strength and primal speed, stamina brought from the need to see another dead rather than a need to live through the encounter...she had surpassed anything she had been capable of before.
It wasn't enough.
Fabula Cavataio met her end on her mother's lightsaber years before the Gulag Plague was even an idea. She stayed so for hundreds of years, her spirit trapped in the Netherworld, being tormented by its own darkness. On the Field of Blades, battle was twisted from her passion and the sole purpose of her life into her greatest torment. In all of that time, she never once saw Kristin, and the loss of something as vital as her other half weakened her further. She was barely even sentient when her spirit was dragged from the afterlife to inhabit another body.
The Wanderer
Actually, it was the same body. Petra had created clones upon clones of each of her children, and hundreds of years later she had need of a perfect warrior to be her enforcer, her assassin, and her one-woman army. Fabula, much more malleable than Mirus, was her choice...though whether it was her intent to stick the original Fabula's soul in the body of this clone isn't clear. The end result was an unstable but extremely obedient clone with natural Force power in abundance and a biological need to destroy things. The perfect Opitvus Res, hand of the Mother Superior.
Then Petra vanished, leaving this new Fabula to make of the galaxy what she could. Initially confused and lost, Fabula did everything in her power to subsist. She sought training with the ex-Jedi Jameris Malak and the renegade Sith Reyven Samoth, burned part of Felucia to the ground in a climactic battle with Morna Imura, smashed an arena to pieces with Qae Shena, and moped about the galaxy in self-pity for months. Her life didn't hit a cadence until she met Ember Rekali and Seroth Ur-Rahn, joining the two of them in liberating an oppressed people.
Fabula's appetite for the company of others had been nurtured by her brief interaction with Ember and Seroth. Maybe that was what made her go to a Silk Holdings deep-space refueling station...or maybe she was just hungry. Either way, Fabula met Alndis D'lessio there, and quickly latched onto her as a surrogate mother. The two of them ate together, did a couple of salvage jobs together, and stayed in touch. Fabula likely would have sent whatever money she made back to "Miss Alna," if she hadn't made it abundantly clear that she was pretty much Oprah-rich. Regardless, this opened her up for other friendships in the future.
Friendships like Aleidis Ijet, for instance, who Fabula met once on the Wheel and immediately returned to Coruscant with to join the Jedi as a potential recruit. While that particular recruitment didn't work out terribly well, she certainly enjoyed the little glowbug's company, and the two of them had very similar demeanors; polite girl, meet polite girl. This friendship carried over later into their lives, while fighting a particularly dangerous creature from outside time and space. Aleidis kept Fabula from falling over while Fabula punched things. Perfect working relationship.
Fabula's worked with Siobhan Kerrigan several times, normally to destroy lots of very explosive things. The two of them have a high-violence, property damage intensive demeanor, so they work very well together. To top it off, Siobhan was very friendly to Fabula when she didn't quite understand her own life, and they seem to have similar...recreational activities. Fabs would love to actually be able to finish a mission with her, but something always seems to come up.
After she left the Jedi Order, Fabula Cavataio found someone very, very important.
You can read the questionnaire Fabula took at this point in her life here.
Family
One evening, when she was lonely and on a planet she can't even remember the name of, Fabula met a Mandalorian in green armor. After an evening of silent companionship and drinking, she found her inhibitions against allowing others to get close to her had slipped away, and this armored warrior came back to her ship with her. When the armor came off, Fabula first truly met Lynn Caromed, and fell hopelessly in love with her passion, quiet strength, and honesty. For the last several years, Fabula has not been able to dream of a life without Lynn.
That doesn't mean it's been all hugs and puppies, though. Both Fabula and Lynn are highly mentally unstable, with Fabula being borderline manic-depressive with breathtaking anger issues and Lynn having full-blown schizophrenia and multiple-personality disorder. The results have been...tempestuous. This came to a head on Lynn's homeworld of Taris during a private duel, where after an argument, Fabula broke her beloved Lynn's arm in a fit of rage. They likely would have ended right there (due to a sudden and violent case of death) if Fabula hadn't had a radical, sudden depressive crash.
Since that time, in what may have been the most logical and effective solution ever considered, both of the mentally deficient lasses have sought genuine psychiatric help. Lynn is now on antipsychotic medications, and Fabula has begun working with one Doctor Zendu to work to the roots of her insecurities. Their relationship is all the better for it. While there are still legitimate concerns (and illegitimate paranoia) between them at times, both are content, and they haven't had any violent outbursts for quite some time.
This may have had something to do with the new addition to their screwed-up little family. When she was on a routine refueling stop, Fabula came across a nervous young girl with breathtaking anger issues. After preventing her from killing six people in a violent rage of self-preservation, Fabula learned that this "Fable" girl was quite alone in the galaxy and needed someone to fill the void in her life. Naturally, this spoke waaaaay too clearly to someone who had lived her entire life alone, and Fabula took Fable "home" (actually to her ship) to meet Lynn and absorb her into their lives.
It took a surprisingly long time for Fabula to figure out that Fable was her clone. In fact, she didn't figure it out on her own. Lynn had to confront her about keeping secrets, which confused the poor, stupid girl to no end. In recent years, however, it's become abundantly clear that there is absolutely no other explanation. Fable and Fabula are perfect twins in almost every way.
You can read the questionnaire from this era of her life here.
The Warrior
For six hundred years, Fabula's spirit has been locked in the Field of Blades, a portion of Chaos designed to draw in the spirits of the greatest warriors amongst dead Sith and Dark Jedi. At first, this seemed like a paradise for her. Fabula could face the strongest fighters in all of history, matching blades with the likes of Marka Ragnos and Naga Sadow for an eternity. Even if she didn't survive, she would rise to continue the battle. For a year, she was in nothing less than ecstasy. For a decade, she was having the time of her life (or death). For a century, she attempted to be come the strongest on the field, to live through another day.
But her mind began to fade. Battle, forever her passion, now weighed on her like an infinite weight. She could never rest until she had killed all of them, forever, and she could never kill them all. She wandered and fought, fought and wandered, for time without end. And she died...again, and again, and again, and again. The eternity began to take its toll on her mind as much as her spirit. Where at first her victories became easy, endless centuries of constant death and rebirth eventually beat her down to the same weakened state as all of the other prisoners of this unending Hell.
Most recently, her spirit was substantially weakened. Eight years ago, when part of Fabula's soul was ripped from the Netherworld to power her lifeless golem of a clone body, she began losing consistently on the Field of Blades. She spent more time dead than alive, as the spirits of her opponents were not so weakened. The pain of death took her more and more often, leaving her with less time to think and a more urgent need to fight for her life. She needed her soul back, or else she would waste away into nothingness in the infinite war of the Field of Blades.
It was oh-so-conveniently gifted to her, along with a living body. Fabula's mind went into shock from the influx memories, and she struck out violently at everyone around her. Her rampage met a swift end on the tip of Shule Windspeaker's blade, leaving her left leg crippled and without the Force to heal it. Without a leg, she had to have Fable carry her around the Netherworld, keeping her from harm by either the environment or the other psychopaths trapped in the hellscape with them. They probably would've festered there for as long as Akala was in power if not for the intervention of an old, important friend...
Fabula's current questionnaire can be found here.
After finding her soul in the Netherworld, Fabula returned home to Taris and her wife. After a long and in-depth explanation of exactly what happened, the two renewed their wedding vows, and Fabula set about the process of joining Clan Caromed properly. Peace was fun for a while, but when the Death Watch started a new campaign to "cure" Force-users in "their" territory, she and her daughter had to make themselves scarce. Fabula, as she often does, made for the Rim.
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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." I'm probably missing a few.
Training
Peace of Mind - Michael Sardun
The People You Meet On Deadly Planets - Hayato
Wookiee Kung Fu - Fable Merrill
Untamed Legends - Eddak Manod
Duels
Sparring - Daella Apparine
Clash of the Titans - Jacen Cavill
ToC: Fabula vs Ayden - Ayden Cater
ToC: Vulpesen vs Fabula Cavataio - Vulpesen
Sometimes I Get Ahead of Myself - Julius Sedaire
ORC Brawl: Red vs Blue - Half of ORC
Dominions/Invasions
Bomb Queen - Republic dominion of Nixor
Blood on the Sand - One Sith dominion of Nzoth
Bucketheads vs. Trash Pandas - Mandalorian Empire invasion of Utapau
Dev Threads
LBG: Lazy Battle Goddess - Ordo be Arklim
Other
Collaterally Devastating 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
It's For Charity - Popo
The Woeful Tale of an Unfortunate Mugger, or: Stupid Girl for Fun and Profit - Fable Merrill
Send In The Clones - Doctor Zendu
The Fine Art of Destroying Faces, or: Even Monsters Love Mom - Fable Merrill
Olarom at aliit. - Lynn Caromed
We Have Some Catching Up To Do - Siobhan Kerrigan
Canned Caromed - Solo
Anoat I Want - Corvetta Salvo
Cavataio - Fable Merril
By the Pricking of my Thumbs - Witchmasters
Fabula Eunt Domus - Outer Rim Coalition
Netherworld
Episode V: Akala Strikes Back - Public
Fab^2 and the Mystery of the Feels Forest - Public
