Enma Jayss
Enma the Eater
[SIZE=48pt]Enma the Eater[/SIZE]
[SIZE=22pt]"We are ghosts of the concrete world. Genetic codes of a dying breed."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]Full Name[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Enma Jalpen Jayss[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]Sex[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE]
Female.
[SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]Age[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE]
Unknown.
Estimated between 21 and 24 years old.
[SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]Force-Sensitivity[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE]
Positive.
Midi-chlorian count unknown.
[SIZE=18pt]↭Faction[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE]
None at the moment.
Affiliated to Darth Mephirium.
[SIZE=22pt]Physical Characteristics[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]Species[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE]
Hybrid.
Human, Zabrak, Miralukan & Hapan offshoot.
Genetically engineered.
[SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]Height[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE]
173cm
[SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]Weight[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE]
62kg.
[SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]Distinguishing features[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE]
- Prehensile tail.
-Bone structure protrusion at elbows and outer forearm.
- Backside tattooed fully.
- Pierced ears and tongue.
- Multiple scars.
- Hapan beauty
[SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]Description[/SIZE][SIZE=18pt]↭[/SIZE]
Meant for physical athleticism, durability and strength Enma displays a muscular, compact body that does not sacrifice speed and stamina for force. She was bred to possess all the correct genetic predispositions to achieve what was described as a "war body" and later trained to achieve the desired goals. This resulted in an aesthetically appealing build for a female of her age and characteristics. Displaying mixed characteristics of all the Near-Human species that compose her, it is certainly hard to decipher her heritage and even some believe her to be a pure-bred individual of a species they do not know.
Her complexion is caucasic, slightly tan and of a smooth texture that is decorated by multiple scars of varying sizes and shapes which are scattered across her body. Enma is blind. It is believed she had a very poor sight as an infant which deteriorated until completely lost, leaving nonfunctional eyes that have withered into a greyish color. She has long brown hair which is slightly wavy.
↭Strengths↭
▸Superior Physical Abilities: Enma was bred and trained to exploit the extent of her physical capabilities. Her strength, speed and flexibility make her a capable and resilient being. She is athletic and durable. This, in addition to her hand-to-hand combat knowledge make her a remarkable fighter.
▸Heightened Senses: Due to having been blind most of her teenage-hood, Enma’s hearing and smell were further developed to compensate her lack of sight.
▸Prehensile Tail: Improving her balance, acting like another extremity capable of grabbing objects and possessing a sharp point that can be used as a weapon.
▸Pain Tolerance: Enma is highly pain tolerant due to the numbing of her receptors when growing up.
[SIZE=13.5pt]↭[/SIZE][SIZE=13.5pt]Weaknesses[/SIZE][SIZE=13.5pt]↭[/SIZE]
▸Blind: She is completely blind. If her other senses are hindered or she is left unable to use Force sight, Enma is left unable of perceiving her surroundings at all and vulnerable.
▸Prehensile tail: Though very skillful with it, Enma’s tail can easily become a target for grabbing her, throwing her, harming her and putting her balance off.
▸Highly decayed sense of touch and stimuli perception: Due to her receptors, having been destroyed for the most part Enma can barely feel physical contact or inner pain. She could easily die simply because there is no pain to alert her of a serious internal wound or illness.
▸Higher caloric need: Enma’s body requires more energy and thus she needs to ingest a higher rate of calories than other species. (Basal metabolic rate of 3000)
[SIZE=18pt]Personality & Behaviour[/SIZE]
↭General Description↭
Enma was a silent, observing, unnerving child that followed her masters’ orders and her brothers and sisters’ doings. What her siblings didn’t know was that she was intelligent. She had made herself unremarkable. And it was that very same characteristic that made her perfect to thrive among the ones like her.
And her true face did not show until the day she raised herself among the victorious, now known as Enma the Eater, Enma the Terrible. She was cunning and sly, her mind as skillful as her body. Not feeling remorse, she learnt to act out of pure want. And she could not distinguish between what was good and bad. That did not make her evil, she was not designed to be evil. She was designed to be free. And to do whatever she wanted to do.
Enma then became what she truly was. Strong, intelligent, adaptable. A mysterious and curious being with a streak of something dark and ill-minded but with the ability of doing good if she felt like it. Unpredictable, most decided to fear her. And now, with her free will at hand and an easily bored brain, she is just looking for the right influence. Or maybe none.
[SIZE=13.5pt]↭[/SIZE][SIZE=13.5pt]Most important characteristics[/SIZE][SIZE=13.5pt]↭[/SIZE]
-Intelligent
-Cunning
-Emotionally volatile (can go from playful to violent quite quickly)
-Reckless
-Curious
-Innocent in some ways (was raised in a very closed environment, meaning there are things she does not know about)
[SIZE=18pt]The Past[/SIZE]
People with some free time and the right resources can sometimes come up with the most unbelievable of projects. Such was the case of my creators.
They were a group of men, all Near-Humans, that had decided to raise the perfect warriors, not to wage war with them but to implant an idea in them, and leave them for the worlds to take. Yet they sought perfection…and perfection is not easily obtained.
Hidden in a lost and forgotten planet, they created fifty different beings and called us the Hybrids. Each was given a name, a number and a chamber. During the first ten years of our life, we were trained and educated, to become everything that our masters wanted us to become. As children we were both savages and erudite in the most surprising of ways. We had been raised to care for one another, to protect each other to see every single one of us as our equal. We were talked about respect, about coexistence but never about love. Such feelings were foreign to us. They simply did not flourish in our hearts. Our minds had been made of steel, we were servile, deadly creatures. Yet we did hold value for one another. I remember every single one of my siblings. Their faces, their names, their components, their strengths...their flaws.
And when what I assume was our tenth birthday was nearby, the tournament started.
Every year, for ten years, the tournament would be held and every year there were less and less of us. Our Masters had called it survival of the fittest. Yet the tournament never was just a physical test. All of us would have survived if it had been. Our minds were challenged, twisted, many had been broken. And above Hybrids, we became hunters. That first year we were revealed our purpose of being. We had to live. To live at any cost. The price was my siblings' lives. Every year some of us perished and some us were rewarded for their performance. I only focused on one thing: living. That had been my order, I did not ambition anything else. No rewards nor recognition.
I had honed my abilities. Perfected the teachings of my lessons. Yet I had never showed for it. I saw no point in exerting my abilities if less was more than enough to survive. But one of my Masters did see through my veil. He only talked to me before the final tournament, ten years after the first.
Fourteen had killed and schemed and hidden their way into this final test. And there were only to be seven survivors. The words of my Master resonated inside the walls of my head. You need to survive. For you, my child, shall seek freedom. I did not know what freedom was. Nor did I know captivity. For I was a servile creature. A self chained slave.
I killed five of my brothers that day. I rose as a victor that night.
Our Masters summoned us for one last time. They congratulated us and they told us that after one final command, we were to be free from them. Our teachers, our creators. He was the one to give the final order...To end their lives.
Me and my siblings obliged. We knelt before them one last time. We ripped their hearts for the first. And we parted on separate ways. Now four years have passed.
~The new Master, the old apprentice~
My journey had been pointless, endless. Four years of roaming, of seeking something that seemed both so close and so far away. I had felt free for a day, maybe two. Then I fell prisoner of my own mind and of the Universe. Freedom couldn't feel so monotone. Their had to be a purpose to it. There had to be a power to it. I just couldn't find it.
Not until that day that I set foot on the world of Ambria. The day my eyes showed me a darker world, a freer world. And a freer man. The pull inside of me, the most important of my instincts had guided me to him. The Force had exposed me to his perception. Once again, I felt a purpose. I became the Sith Lord's apprentice.
[member="Darth Mephirium"] took me in. Saved me from my nomadic ordeal of mind. Soon after, he revealed to me his other apprentices and memories of my past merged with my present. I was to achieve success, he was going to show me the way to freedom.
I had a new Master, I was an old apprentice. Now I listen, I learn and I heed.
For this way of the Force shall set me free.
