Illyria Syresh

[Illyria Syresh]

Birth Name: Illyriana Valoises Syresh
Preferred Name: Illyria Syresh
Nickname / Alias:
Illy (Father / Friends)
Title(s):
Princess of Hanakura
Heir of House Syresh
Khonsu Amon's Prodigy [The Golden Company]
Affiliation:
The Golden Company
House Syresh

Languages:
Basic Galactic Standard - Broken, Semi-fluent, Fluent, Native
High Galactic Standard - Broken, Semi-fluent, Fluent, Native
Mando'ade - Broken, Semi-fluent, Fluent, Native
Thyrsian Language - Broken, Sem-fluent, Fluent, Native
Sexuality: Unknown
Marital Status: None

Homeworld: Hanakura (TBC)
Place of Residence: With Golden Company

Likes:
People | Thyrsians
Dislikes:
Mandalorians | Judgmental People | Xenophobes | Slavers | Killing

Strengths:
Capable in Martial Arts | Sword Duelist | Capable Fighter (Somewhat) | Diplomat | Politically Intelligent
Weaknesses:
Insecure | Naive | Not Self Confident | Emotionally Depressed | Doesn't know how to shoot a gun

Force Sensitivity: Unknown
Force Alignment: Light-sided
Character Alignment: True Neutral
Voice-claim:
Natalie Dormer
Theme:
[X]
[X]

Species: Zabrak (Mutated)
Sex: Female
Skin Pigmentation: Soft Turquoise
Skin Type: Smooth, Uncalloused
Iris Color: Soft Gold
Sclera Color: Soft Golden-yellow
Hair Color: Silver

Hair Type: Soft and Thick
Height: 5'3 (160.02 cm)
Weight: 123 LBS (55.79 kg)
Body Type: Mesomorph
Build: Slightly Toned & Slightly Curvy
Muscle Type: Lean
Age: 19

Medical Record:
Pre-rp
(Surgery) - Surgical scars on the back; Barely Noticeable, Noticeable, Very Noticeable, Distinguishing
(Surgery) - Surgical scars below the neck; Barely Noticeable, Noticeable, Very Noticeable, Distinguishing
Post-rp
N/A

Tattoos:
Golden Tribal Body Tattoos (See images)
Alchemic, Golden Tribal Tattoo on Back (See top image)

( + ) Political Knowledge:

( + ) Intelligent:

( +/- ) Naive & Innocent:

( +/- )

( - ) Has Never Killed:

( - ) Cannot Properly Defend Self:

( - ) Plagued with Emotional Issues:

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[ Work in Progress]​

 

[Illyria Syresh]

Illyria's life began as a prosperous one, one of extravagance with everything handed to her on a silver platter. The young, blue-skinned girl had found life on the world of Hanakura, her birthplace. When she has first been born, she had been seen as a genetic abnormality...she was a freak. At least, that was what the doctor's had told her mother, and her father. She was a mutant, something far, far different than what your natural zabrak should be. Normal zabraks had red or brown skin, with a 'crown' of horns rising outwards from their temples. Normal zabraks were built with many muscles, and were born heavier than your typical babe'...all because of their warrior culture and their warrior heritage which had lead to increases in muscle mass and violent tendencies. A normal zabrak, a person, she was not. The Scion of house Syresh was no normal child, she had been born a freak. With blue skin and a pair of horns that erupted from her head, she pointed out what was wrong with the natural order of things. She...was a failed byproduct of nature.

Yet, her mother and her father didn't see her as such a thing. She looked different, yes, though her parental figures cared not for such a thing. She was still there daughter, and they couldn't be happier that she had turned out different than the two of them...they viewed Illyria as not some freak, but a testament to the beauty of nature.

Illyria's parents were the rulers of the planet of Hanakura, a distant colony of the Iridionian people. They had at one time fought and had a great warrior culture, yet all of that had fallen due to the sheer distance between the homeworld and the colony. Now, they were all...pacifists who cared little for war and cared the most for trade and for peace. They had turned a new leaf, and became a vastly different people because of it. Such a thing made Illy never know of her people's once warrior-heritage. All she knew them as...was as traders and nobles, friendly and kind people.

Her childhood was one of prestige with constant media attention. Being the only daughter of the rulers of a planet caused such things to happen to somebody. She had everything given to her and knew not the struggle of those who could not obtain what they wanted or needed. She was spoiled and privileged due to circumstance alone, and her parents constantly protected her and nurtured her. They didn't want her to grow up, they wanted her to stay as their little Illy who would read books to them and play fantasy in the forest. They tried to protect her from everything, though the media was one thing that they couldn't protect her from. As she got older, the Scion of house Syresh became more, and more probed and questioned by media officials and news networks. Such things were wonderful at first when she was younger. Yet as she got older, she began to shy away from such media attention. She didn't appreciate the attention nor enjoyed it as she had when she was younger.

Illyria was destined to take her father's place as ruler, at least, that was what was expected. Though the Galaxy has a way of changing life for everyone. One fateful day, her home was raided and ransacked by a group of Mandalorians. They killed and slaughtered and destroyed everyone and everything in their way, taking any and all valuables as they did. Where once mighty paintings sat on walls, now they were torn asunder, aflame with blaster bolts. Once pristine stone-work walls became damaged with burns, and stained with blood. Illyria hid herself as best as she could with the help of a servant, one of her few friends who had wanted to be her friend...not because she was rich, but because she enjoyed Illy's company. The Scion of house Syresh was forced to watch her friend die that day, powerless to do anything...hiding as was commanded of her. After what felt like hours, the raid ended and the blue-skinned Zabrak was left by her lonesome. Her home was destroyed, many parts of it burned to the ground. Everything was taken from her, her friends, her home, her way of life....and, her parents. She knew not where they were, she feared the worst. Yet, she refused the knowledge of their death...


...eventually she had to leave her home and find a new life for herself. A life, in the Golden Company where she knew not how to fight or how to handle her own trauma.

 

[Illyria Syresh]