Ire'Rain Sekairo
Look To Your Demons
Not all Sekairos are Crazy
But most of them are
Introduction:
Name: Ire'Rain Sekairo
Aliases: Solveig Laska, Panathan Guard
Nicknames: Irene, Hellsinger
"Sometimes going mad is an appropriate response to reality."
Call-Sign: Not Available
Home Planet: The Starship Damry (Ship)
Official Title: Private Laska
Chapter 1: The Basics
Faction: Not Available
Rank: Private
Force Level: Apprentice
Gender: Female, Questioning Identity
"Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos were lightning, then she'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop, in a thunderstorm, wearing wet copper armor and shouting 'All Gods are Assholes'. She'd be laughing the whole damn time as well. Laughing and holding her favorite fingers up high."
Age: 22 Galactic Standard Years
Species: 25% Hapan, 75% Epicanthix
Height: 5 Feet, 5 Inches
Height: 5 Feet, 5 Inches
Weight: 126 Pounds
Chapter 2: Building it up
Hair: Originally, Ire's hair was a vibrant red, much like that of her family. But years living on the run sometimes require changes. The wavy locks were dyed dozens of times. After her mother's supposed death, the lass kept it a dark purple, like her parent's favorite jacket. For a year she kept it that way. It kept growing, eventually reaching well past her shoulders. Another crisis interrupted her life shortly after, causing another change in 'style'. This time her badly damaged hair was simply left alone. Over three years it kept growing, got all knotted up, and was reduced to a bleached, pastel-looking sort of pinkish white. By then it went past her rear end.
Only recently, after the return of her loved one, that her hair was finally cut. Almost two hours were spent brushing through it before it was tangle-free. All that hair would have been donated to charity... but it was still rather beat up (thanks to various treatments and harmful dyes). Currently it's still a light pastel pink, but is quite a bit shorter. Some of Ire's hair has started to recover and is now a fair bit softer. Still not very pleasing to stroke. But far better than it had been. The longest strands go just past her shoulders. Most wouldn't know that though, considering they're always pulled back into a tight bun.
Eyes: Though Ire's eyes are naturally a light green (the right being slightly darker than the left), they haven't appeared that way in years. Now they seem to change with her mood. When she's about to blow a gasket they seem bright yellow, when she's feeling sorrowful they'll be a dark orange. Any general mood is a light purple. The darkness of her right eye is still apparent, even more so then before.
Eyes: Though Ire's eyes are naturally a light green (the right being slightly darker than the left), they haven't appeared that way in years. Now they seem to change with her mood. When she's about to blow a gasket they seem bright yellow, when she's feeling sorrowful they'll be a dark orange. Any general mood is a light purple. The darkness of her right eye is still apparent, even more so then before.
Skin: Unlike most of her family, Ire has a tanned skin tone, appearing as a sort of olive color. Various scars litter her flesh. Most are on her hands, the worst on the back of her hands. A particularly nasty mark is on the left side of her chest, were a knife had been plunged into her body. Another (caused by a slaver's branding tool) lies in the center of her back, ruining otherwise beautiful, soft skin.
Body Structure: Ire is quite possibly the only grown Sekairo to be shorter than six feet tall. Instead she reaches just a small bit past five feet in height. Her once stocky frame has changed, now fitting better with the rest of her. Seeing as her upper area is still fairly broad she has a large shoulder-to-waist ratio. However, her hips project out just enough to seem to balance that out. Both of her legs seem slightly thick when compared to the rest of her. This is mostly muscle mass. As a final note, Ire's 'assets' are a moderate size, easily noticeable and hard to hide.
"Memory's so treacherous. One moment you're lost in a carnival of delights, with poignant childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental candy-floss... The next, it leads you somewhere you don't want to go. Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp, ambiguous shapes of thinks you'd hoped were forgotten. Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes. Like children, I suppose. Heh..."
Tattoos/Modifications: None.
Clothing: Several years ago Ire traded in her rags for simple, modest garb. Now, when she's not on duty, the insane woman wears two-tone robes most of the time. Her favorite is black and white. The rest are varying colors and are worn with plain black boots. Occasionally Ire will add a faux diamond necklace to spice things up. Most of the time, however, she'll be in her guard's uniform. This means ugly yellow, green, and blue durasteel armor. Currently she refuses to wear the standard helm. Instead she adorns a padded baklava along with a blue hat.
Personality: Insane. Absolutely out-of-her-mind. Bonkers. Madder than the Mad Hatter. Ire has flown off the handle. Somehow she manages to keep that hidden most of the time. But it shows in subtle ways. Rarely will she willingly speak to someone unless their face is unmasked, fearing an attempt at deception. Nor will she generally associate herself (in public) with those who have... bad reputations. "What the people believe you to be is more important than what you are," or so she says. To move that idea along Ire typically lies. About anything and everything. Sometimes she won't realize she's lying until after it happens. Luckily for her she has a good memory, allowing her to usually remember what she's said.
Knowing why she said it is another matter entirely. Often times she herself does not know.
Another interesting point is her need to feel powerful. While she does believe that she is very strong, she loves nothing more than to see it proven. One of her favorite ways is to... dominate others. Now don't think of certain activities (though those would please her) right away. She enjoys feeling in control of a situation. The second she's not she'll do anything to regain her position. Anything. Ire's natural flirtatious nature can sometimes help her out in those types of situations. Her silver tongue (and well-endowed chest) have gotten her quite a lot of things.
Along with bloodying her clothes. But that's less important.
Chapter 3: Filling in the Gaps
Biography:
Ven'Rain Sekairo had an older half sister. The woman's name had been Yuo'Rain, and she lived with her father on Panatha for many years. At some point she left, running off to do who knows what. During her adventures she ended up a smuggler. Real exciting, right? But eventually love came into her life. Just like it had for Ven. From this relationship came a pair of twins. Taon'Dar and our beloved Ire'Rain. Unfortunately for the children she refused to give up her life of crime.
So the two were raised in a chaotic environment. They were even forced to assist their parental figure in a large amount of illegal activity. Ire didn't mind. Her brother, on the other hand, did. It wasn't long before he refused to continue with them. And so he was left on Coruscant to join the Jedi. Taon must likely died during the Battle of Coruscant, though it is not official.
When Ire was 13 her mother left her in the ship while she went on a very important mission. But she never came back. Mercenaries flooded the ship, looking for illegal goods and such. The young lass aboard fled instead of trying to fight. From then on she assumed her mother had perished. At that point she was on Ord Mantell (a planet known for hosting many Sekairos over the centuries). There she made a home for herself on the streets.
Several months later, Circe Savan visited the planet, checking up on one of her storefronts. That's where she first met Ire. The purple-haired-girl had attempted a robbery, but was easily foiled. After a short discussion it was revealed that Circe knew Ire's family very well. So they bonded, and Circe unofficially took Ire in as her daughter.
Eventually (a few months later) a new person walked into her life: Elani Zambrano. After yet another attempted theft the two quickly hit it off. Despite an age gap (that only one was aware of) they formed a relationship, and left to live on Panatha together. It turned out to be a mistake. For soon the Sith Empire crumbled, Elani went into hiding, and Ire was left on unfamiliar streets. Somehow she survived on her own, clothing turning to rags.
Long after she gave up on ever seeing her love again.
At age 18 she was more unstable than ever. Fully corrupt, feeding off of suffering and misery. And that is how her love found her once more. The two reconnected, once more spending much time together, before slowly moving their relationship forward. History had other plans. It repeated, this time killing Elani for real.
Four years later things changed drastically. Ire took back control of her life and joined the Panathan Royal Guards under a false ID. No longer does she think of her lost love. Instead she focuses on getting stronger. One day she was going to crush everyone who had wronged her. But she wouldn't stop there. Everything had to go. It would be one big beautiful, chaotic mess.
Much like Elani had been.
Force Abilities:
Novice- Ballistakinesis, Force Speed, Animal Friendship
Adept- Telekinesis, Tapas, Pyrokinesis
Proficient- Force Fear, Force Persuasion
Mastered-
Expert-
Potential Lifespan: 80-105 Galatic Standard Years
"We aren't contractually tied down to rationality! There is no sanity clause! So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there's always madness. Madness is the emergency exit. You can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. You can lock them away... forever."
Voice Sample: HTGAWM: Professor
Notable Possessions:
Red-Bladed Ligthsaber; Obtained Illegally
60,000 Credits; Obtained Via Military Jobs & Past Smuggling
Tropes: To Be Added
Chapter 4: Smoothing it Out
Strengths:
Slipping Through the Hold:
A childhood spent weaving through crowds is not a childhood wasted. Neither are years spent constantly having to escape from others. Because old skills, like old habits, die hard. Some things (like learning to ride a speeder) are never truly forgotten. The ability to move about with masterful agility is one of those. It does take some sense of spacial awareness, but when Ire has that, she can be very hard to get a hold of. The lass is fast, flexible, and is used to moving through (and finding) small spaces. Her size assists heavily with this.
Through the Wind Tunnel the Force Flows:
There are many things that can be done with the force. And while Ire can not yet do most, she has much, much potential. Even now she shows a great deal of strength. Her main issue at the moment is that she has little to no control over it. That will change shortly.
Crack-Shot, Boom Boom Bam:
Back when our 'heroine' still had a mother, she was often assigned to wait by the ship with a sniper rifle. So when her family came running back (with police on their tails) she'd be there to help them out. Over time she got pretty damn good at it. Her mother recognized this and started to teach her how to shoot accurately with smaller weapons. Plenty of vermin have learned that even today, years later, the girl can still use a variety of firearms with relative ease. Rifles are still her undeniable favorite.
Matters of Secrecy:
Thanks to her not-so-great mother (and her adoptive family), Ire had quite a few connections, some to some powerful underworld types. All it takes for her to get some spicy information is a few well-written messages. More importantly, she knows just who to go to when certain needs arise. In addition she has learned how to talk her way through quite a bit. And lie through her teeth (which, as you will learn shortly, has cost her).
"Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence- whether much that is glorious- whether all that is profound- does not spring from disease of though- from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect."
Weaknesses:
Shortest of the Flames:
Ire'Rain is possibly the smallest Sekairo to ever live. The original members of her family were Nulls, and well over eight feet tall. Even before her revival as a sithspawn Ven, Ire's aunt, was six and a half feet tall. Yet this lass is only five feet and four inches tall. Pushing her around (when you can get a hold of her) is irritatingly easy. It barely takes any effort. She weighs what, five pounds? Minor exaggeration, but it gets the point across. There are non-Nulls who could probably punt her with ease. There is some hope for her though. Some Sekairos get growth-spurts in early adulthood.
Just not many.
Not a Liar, At All... Okay, That's a Lie:
One time Ire managed to lift an entire Star Destroy- nope. She didn't do that. Nor is her name "Solveig Laska". Ire was not born on Panatha, and she never broke any Jedi's ribs. Be careful what you believe about her. The girl is a pathological liar, unable to control her urges to spread false tales around. While she is capable of telling the truth she generally chooses not to. Her lies understandably vary in size. There are only a few people she'll only ever be honest with. Elani Zambrano, Ven'Rain Sekairo, and Darren Savan, to name a few.
Destruction is a Matter of Self:
Sometimes crazy people do more harm to themselves than anyone else ever could. Ire'Rain suffers from severe hallucinations, and these sometimes lead to her accidentally hurting herself. Other times her insanity has driven her to do insane things. One of her scars (left side of her chest) was obtained when she attempted to end her own life. In many ways she is her own worst enemy. None are as critical of her as she is, none push her to the same limits she pushes herself, and none refuse to let her quit as often as she.
An Odd Sense of Hunger:
For some, the feeling of another person suffering is pleasant. Ire falls into this... odd category. Unfortunately for her (and others) what used to be an obsession has become a necessity. When she's gone to long without 'feeding' she becomes unable to control herself. Anyone around her she can kill ends up dead. Visions from her mind, of demons and monsters, infect others, driving them mad. While this can be used offensively, it always ends up doing more harm than good.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual; Prefers Women
Languages Spoken:
BASIC: Fluent
EPICANT: Near-Fluent
Epilogue:
Relationships:
Family- [member=Enigma] (Adoptive Mother), Ven'Rain Sekairo (Aunt), [member="Lara Zambrano"] (Views as her niece)
Allies- The Zambranos, One Sith, Panathan Royal Guards
Enemies- Everyone not listed above or below. She kind of hates most of the Zambrano kids.
Love Interests- [member="Elani Zambrano"] (Former Girlfriend), [member="Darth Vitium"] (Hate crush, unofficial, unrequited)
Teachers- Formerly Circe Savan, Panathan Military Corporeal, [member="Darth Vornskr"] to a degree
Ship: None At the Moment
Kills: To many to name {No PCs}
"The edge, there is no honost way to explain it or define it, because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have crossed it. And who listens to them once they have? No one, that's who."
Bounties: None on her head, None Collected
Playby: Not Set
{Women with pastel pink hair}
8 Things You Don't Need to Know About Ire:
- Ire once jokingly created the "30 Rules of the Insane". Nowadays she follows all rules like they were the word of God.
- Due to her hallucinations, Ire has accidentally stabbed herself at least twenty times. She's also stumbled off the roof of a small cafe because of them.
- A popular poem was once written about her. It was titled "The Hermit of Panatha". The writer had his pen and sweetrolls stolen shortly after it was published.
- Ire's favorite number is 8. Sometimes when she writes, she'll replace her B's with the number. (EX: 8a8y, I love you. Will you 8e mine?)
- Out of all the Sekairos, Ire is undeniably the craziest. While Ven was bad, she is far, far worse.
- Currently she is one of the only two live force-using full-blooded Sekairos. One of three if you count Darren Savan (son of Ven'Rain and Circe).
- Ire's most recurring hallucination is a 'demon' named Eske. He enjoys spooking children, and constantly threatens to 'steal yer bloody soul'.
- Most nights Ire sleeps commando. Like the title says, these are 8 things you don't need to know. At least one of them had to be something you also didn't want to know.
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