NAME: Galene Chiron Logos
FACTION: Tentatively Sith though Galene follows her own ideals.
RANK: Acolyte
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 33
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 6,00
WEIGHT: 80kgs
EYES: Crimson Red, the product of albinism.
HAIR: Silvery white.
SKIN: Pallid ivory.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Umbran Lineage (Strength/Weakness): Galene hails from a dynasty of Sith bred servants. Proficiency at martial combat as well as an affinity for the darkside make those of her line perfect thralls for the aspiring sith lordling. However to maintain blood 'purity' some degree of inbreeding was carried out within her ancestral line.
Though not the direct product of incest one can discern both cousin to cousin and even brother and sister parings in her family tree. Sith alchemy has been used to stave off the worst effects of such affronts to nature but occasionally a flaw will read its head such as the albinism that afflicts Galene. Due to this Galane frequently wears both long clothes that cover her extremities as well as gloves and a military cap to avoid the harmful ravages of the sun.
Disillusioned (Weakness): From her formative years to he current state as an adult Galene has served a number of prominent Sith sorcerers. Though clearly powerful and possessing abilities beyond the reach of normal men each proved to be disappointingly fallible. The proud lord who incinerates his enemies with arcane lightning only to fall prey to fits of madness were he gibbers, foams at the mouth and soils himself like an infant.
The seductive temptress that can beguile prey of any gender be it man, woman or otherwise with her mental manipulation. One of her victims passes on a malady so virulent that not even her black artes can purge it from her form. Her nether regions become a festering pit of corruption before the infection spreads to her organs sending her from the mortal coil.
The indomitable conquering warlord that feasts upon the flesh of his foes. Eventually his hunger becomes paramount and he degenerates into little more than a shrieking swine yearning for his next meal. Galane has borne witness all this and more, she has an intimate knowledge of how those with great power are often the most flawed individuals of all. There will be no more simpering and prostration before Sith lords , a degree of cold courtesy but Galene refuses the role of sycophant dangerous as that may be.
Zealots Path (Strength): There are those who meander through life lacking a guiding purpose or principle. Galene is not one of these pitiful wretches. She has received what she considers to be divine revelations - a manifesto from the great beyond. Far from the drudgery of mundane existence this calling invigorates her and drivers her ever onward to new and better pursuits. This goal is her raison d'etre and it's completion shall be her magnum opus.
APPEARANCE: Tall and athletically built Galene has on occasions been compared to the mythical amazons of old. Aside from her height Galenes most notable characteristic is her albinism. Possessing all the classical traits associated with the condition she is one of the fortunate rare individuals where the lack of pigmentation actually enhances her looks instead of detracting from them. This is not to say that Galene is vain or narcissistic preferring a formal military look emphasizing functionality to one involving dresses, paints and lace. Weapons are a must for those who traffic in Sith dealings and Galene is never far from either her vibrosabre and blaster pistol. Galanes usual attire consists of form fitting trousers, high boots , a military issue jacket and gloves and a peaked cap in order to ward away the suns rays.
BIOGRAPHY: For one living in servitude to demented warlocks Galene's childhood was happier than it had any right to be. Being raised as a favored servant instead of simply a chattel slave meant that there were regular meals, reading material to occupy the mind and an entire class of menials to boss around should she feel the need to vent frustration. As Galane grew training exercises were introduced covering everything from the correct etiquette to address a Sith lord or lady , understanding and translating ancient Kissai runes and how to kill the enemies of the master in innumerable horrifying fashions.
Though the curriculum was demanding and the consequences for failure severe Galene found herself enjoying the challenge. Excelling past her brothers and sisters Galene became a petty tyrant demanding all manner of demeaning and absurd tasks from them to escape beatings or humiliation on the field of training. This as all things passed and Galene found herself sent to the military for three years service before proper indenture to a magus.
Army life was tumultuous for the young recruit. Barley a day after turning eighteen Galene was posted to an urban warfare zone where she took her first life (a Chagrian insurgent felled by a blaster round to the throat), ingested spice (looted from the corpse of the dead rebel) and lost her virginity (a semi consensual experience involving a trio of Zabrak youths in one of the barracks). The initial adjustment was difficult but her prior training served Galene well and in a short amount of time she had risen from private to master sergeant and with the authority and responsibilities such a post entailed. Unlike her earlier years Galene became a strict but fair leader and was respected if not loved by those who served under her despite her relative youth and lack of field experience.
When Galenes family arrived to take her to her new master they found a skilled and reserved woman instead of the overconfident and somewhat rash girl they had sent away. Delighted at this development Galene was instated into the retinue of a Sith sorcerer with little delay. What followed for the next eleven years was a nightmare of depravity perpetuated by a string of perverted sociopaths with just enough power to make themselves dangerous but not enough to save them from their inevitable demise.
Galene gained insight into some of the galaxies most deranged minds. Alchemy run amok to create fetal monstrosities whose every breath was an indignity to the sanctity of life. Necromancy used to revive dead friends and lovers in a series of nauseating pantomimes that aped the happier lives of those whose worlds were not so blighted by darkness and insanity. And each time the lord or lady died an ignoble death no matter how hard Galene tried to protect them. Sometimes their own chimeric creations would turn upon them, a spell or ritual would go bad spraying their innards over their chambers , a rivals assassin would put a dagger in their back or perhaps the people that they loved to enslave would rise up before hanging or impaling them like the malefactors they were.
After a particularly violent lynching Galene decided that something needed to change. Absconding with her ex-masters tomes and grimoires she isolated herself away from civilization fixated on the problem of mortal fallibility. It was clear that the Sith in their current state were deeply flawed with the possibility of apotheosis ever barred from them. Immersing herself in arcane lore Galene fashioned herself a new philosophy. Two years of hermitude and Galene emerged as a fledgling mystic in her own right. With her she carried a book of philosophies and spells carefully selected from a variety of older manuscripts and at her shoulder hovered an small azure flame that seemed to dip and bob as if alive.
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