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Character Fiore 2.0

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NAME: Fiore Cœur de Noir
FACTION: Confederate of Independent Systems
RANK: Assassin / Spy
SPECIES: Human/Eldorai
AGE: Late 20's
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5’8
WEIGHT: 148.5lbs
EYES: Hazel - Yellow (Yellow from Sith Corruption before her force severance)
HAIR: Dark Brunette
SKIN: Sun-Kissed
FORCE SENSITIVE: Force Dead - Severed from the Force at a young age

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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:

Strengths:

Jedi Padawan
: Fiore was trained from a very young age in the ways of the Jedi, from their knowledge of the Force to their saber techniques. After her force severance, she continue to train from what she remembered. Having this knowledge of the Jedi makes her a formidable opponent for any force user especially blade to blade.

Tracking/Food Foraging: Growing up in the wilds of Kashyyyk, forced Fiore to learn survival skills. Learning how to track prey and forage for food, helped her hone her skills of tracking and stealth. Also with having to track the movement of the prey she hunted, she’s fully capable of generating maps from hand of a landscape she had surveyed. This makes her valuable as a scout.

Weakness:

Force Dead:
Having grown up relying on the Force, she still has problems with her being force dead and not being able to connect to something that made her feel whole. Knowing that she once had it, fuels her hatred of other Force Users. Being without the force to Fiore is like being deaf and forced to rely on other senses.

Schizophrenia: After her encounter at a young age with the Phobis Device released during the Dark Harvest event, voices manifested in her psyche arguing and causing paranoia. As a child she was unable to control them and quickly believed what they were saying. As an adult, she still has the voices even after the force was severed from her, but she is able to depict reality from her mind’s sense of reality. Still she is susceptible to psychotic outbursts/breakdowns that last for weeks on end where she spirals in a reality that her mind creates. During these breakdowns, she is unable to function in society and must be hospitalized or confined to solitary.



APPEARANCE:

Fiore is an average height young woman, being of a healthy weight from eating mostly protein and whatever fruit and vegetation she could find growing up, she lacks the typical body fat that a human would possess. Because of this, her muscles are more defined and apparent when she is wearing tighter clothing (though she rarely does). Along her cheek, there’s a small scar that lingers from childhood, she is unaware of how or why it happened. Her shoulders and arms bear faint scratch scars, acquired during schizophrenic breakdowns following the force severance.

BIOGRAPHY:
At a young age she was taken from the orphanage she had been given to when her mother decided she couldn't be a mother anymore. Fiore had been born out of wedlock to a mother who was barely eightteen. The young woman thought she could be a mother to someone, to the only person who would love her unconditionally. Times were tough on Coruscant with the Sith stripping the Republic from their main base of operations. Oppression and loss of jobs occurred and Fiore’s mother could no longer support the child and herself. Finding one of the surface orphanages, she wrapped her baby girl in the warmest blanket she could find in their small apartment on the lower levels of the city planet. She rested the child against the door and waited in the shadows till someone answered and found baby Fiore with a birth certificate.

Once the child was inside, warm and safe her mother turned the corner only to meet the end of a knife, of a man who like the mother couldn’t afford his next meal. Patting the woman down, he found her credits and left the body to be found my city officials. Fiore’s mother remained unnamed and was lost to history.

Fiore only remained in the orphanage for a year or so. The Jedi made covert sweeps of the youth of the former Republic capital in efforts to find and save younglings from the Sith. They came to the orphanage Fiore had been living in. The owners welcomed the two Jedi with open arms and thrusted children at them, hoping that they would save them from the Sith. None were found to be force sensitive and the Jedi expressed their heavy hearts knowing they couldn’t take the children with them to the Republic where they had a better chance of being adopted. Before they left, Fiore stumbled across the small rug - she was too young from what the Jedi were looking for, but they still ran the tests on her and discovered her affinity with the force by her midi-chlorian count. Overwhelmed with excitement, the orphanage mother, quickly gathered whatever Fiore had and gave it to the Jedi. A small yellow blanket remained in the pile of things. The Jedi left the planet quickly heading to Tython, all the items were burned - except the yellow blanket which Fiore wouldn’t let go. It was an attachment, one that the Jedi overlooked for now, since the child was still very young and wouldn’t fully grasp the concept of this attachment.

Time continued and the baby they had collected from the orphanage grew to be towards the top of her class with the younglings. She was roughly eight years old when one of the Jedi that had collected her from Coruscant decided to take her as a padawan. The Order was sending younglings to the field to be padawans sooner than they had done so in the past. With the horrors of the Dark Harvest becoming out of control - they needed all capable teams out on the field. Fiore had gone to space, her talent with Battle Meditation and her extreme sensitivity with empathy helped the Republic remain on target. Trask, her Master stood close by to help keep Fiore’s concentration on the battle and helping ease the nerves of those around them.

What happened next was something either of them could have predicted. A phobis device was launched and released. With Fiore being so young and inexperienced, she was quickly bombarded with the horrors that laid inside of the phobis device. Though, she was taught mental defenses, she wasn’t skilled enough at the time to handle the strain of the horror machine attacking not only her mind, but the minds of the entire Republic Fleet. She saw the fears of every single mind that she had connected to. Grasping her head, she screamed shattering the connection she had with the Republic. The mental attack didn’t stop until Spencer Jacobs had stopped the Device mentally taking the blows of the machine. Fiore collapsed and curled into the fetal position. Trask moved towards his padawan as he rested his hand on the young girl’s shoulder. She coward at his touch and he decided it was time for them to return from the front lines.

Remaining at the temple for the next few years, Fiore was able to mentally heal from the Dark Harvest event. The voices in her mind had subsided and she was back to her normal self, smiling and happily training with Master Trask. The man watched the girl like a hawk, knowing that what she experienced could easily push her towards the dark side. He sensed it in her and he had never lost a Padawan to the dark side. Trask along with the council felt that he was the perfect Master for the young girl, he would prevent her from falling.

It was time to return to the front lines of the war against the Sith. Fiore and Trask would head to Kashyyyk to discuss outpost strategy in case the Sith decided to invade on that front. Arriving on the lush planet, Fiore was overwhelmed with the beauty of the vegetation. She had only known the landscape of Tython, unaware of her birth planet of Coruscant. While Trask discussed things with the Wookies, Fiore wandered the main city exploring and sightseeing. She had never seen a wookie up close, so she was interested in their culture and how they did things. Trask returned from his meeting to find Fiore showing the wookie cubs her abilities with the Force. A quick scolding, they both set out towards one of the smaller villages that were in need of fresh water. Something had stopped their source and being humanitarians, the Master and Padawan went to help before leaving the planet. As they came upon the small village, they began to try and find what had happened. The weather was warm and Fiore was growing tired from the activities - it had been some time since she had been in the field and her body was becoming overwhelmed. Sitting, she watched her Master speak with the Elder. A canteen in her hand she took a sip and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Blinking, the figures of the wookies changed. They became tall hooded figures, brandishing red lightsabers and masks. Her master spoke casually with them as if he didn’t see what was going on. Fiore tried to get his attention, to tell him what she was seeing and how he was in danger. Standing, she moved towards them, suddenly the hooded figure in front of her master struck him down and she watched as his body split into two bloody messes. Every figure looked towards her as she screamed and in an instant two sabers ignited.

Voices echoed in the back of her mind, they had returned. They urged her to kill, telling her that they had killed Trask and that they would kill her if she didn’t fight back. The hushed tones of the voices continued to urge her on, telling her of her duties as a Jedi. Annihilate the darkness, be the light the galaxy needed. Laughter echoed as she drove her blades into the figure that slaughtered her master.

She heard her name shouted, but her mind lost to the breakdown. She continued moving quickly, being trained primarily in Form 4, Ataru a form her Master had become proficient at and handed down to her. The open space of the village’s center allowed her to fully demonstrate the acrobatics of the form. She moved jump and moving through the air, driving her blades into the bodies and decapitating some of the others. Finally, the sound of her master saying her name cut through the voices and she came face to face with her Master’s blades drawn and her own crashing against them. She couldn't’ see his face through his mask, but she knew from her empathy that he was scared. The reality she thought she had seen faded and she was standing in the middle of the village covered in the blood of the wookies she had slaughtered so quickly. The women, the men and the children laid dead, butchered like animals. Lightsabers fell to her side and she looked at her Master, crying she tried to explain to him the voices and what she had seen.

The darkness has taken you my young Padawan. A hand touched her cheek as his eyes rested against hers, Sith corruption had already begun as the blueness in her eyes had changed blending with the pale sickly yellow. Fiore begged her Master telling him that she wasn’t bad, that the Dark side hadn’t taken her. She continued to refer to the voices and Trask grabbed her by the scruff of her robes. She was thirteen and weighed nothing compared to Trask and his armor. There was no emotion for the girl and he dragged her deep into the forests of Kashyyyk. When he figurd they were deep enough, he threw her to the ground and stared at her. Fiore continued to cry, continuing to blame the voices she had heard in her mind. Her hands grasped the sides of her face as she shook violently and uncontrolled. She was scared, and she knew if she continued to feel this way she was going to fall. Trask never lost a padawan to the dark side, Fiore wouldn’t be his first known padawan to fall. Clipping his lightsaber to his side, he removed the glove of his armor revealing his pale hand. I cannot have you be a failure Fiore. You are no longer my padawan, you are no longer a Jedi, you no longer will have the Force to comfort you - you’re a danger to democracy. Looking up at the man that had saved her from the orphanage, the man that had been with her since she was young, he was a father to her in more ways that the word could define and now he was going to abandon her. His hand touched her head and instantly the warmth of the Force escaped her body and she was left cold. She screamed.

Trask knew how to sever the force, but he didn’t know how to do it without completely killing the midi-chlorians. Instead of cutting the force from Fiore, he removed her entirely from the vision of the Force. The girl was Force Dead. Releasing her, he kicked her to the ground. He had done this before, several times before and knew that leaving the girl in a place like this she wouldn’t make her way back to the Temple to tell them what he had done and why he didn’t have any padawans fall.

Throwing her the pack she had with her, he gave her a few extra rations. You’ll be dead in a few weeks. If you do survive Fiore, don’t return to the Temples. I see you - I will kill you like the Sith scum you’ve become. He patted her tear stained face, and collected her lightsabers. No weapon and without the Force she was left to die. The wookies wouldn’t help her especially after Trask explains what happened at the village. To them, all they knew was that the girl had fallen to the dark side and slaughtered the village, Trask had to fight her and sadly destroy her. No one knew she was alive, but she was persistent…

And so...she survived...vowing revenge on the Jedi, the Sith and on Trask...

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Note: Currently gathering her Chaos History and will be compiling it into the Bio Soon :)

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