Character
ISKERA VALEST
Age: 21
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Height: 1.70 meters
Weight: 58 kilograms
Force Sensitive: Yes
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Sharp-featured young human woman with smooth light-olive skin. Straight, dark brows frame almond-shaped eyes that read steel-grey with a faint violet cast. Gloss-black hair is parted cleanly and drawn back into a tight crown braid beneath a black headwrap/hood; a single loose strand falls by the right cheek. Lips are full and wine-toned; expression cool, focused, and assessing. She wears a matte-black hooded wrap over a close-fitted, high-collared bodysuit/light armor with minimal ornamentation—precise, austere, and utilitarian.
INVENTORY
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Iskera is calm, precise, and persuasive. She prefers to watch, listen, and calculate before speaking, and when she does, her words are carefully chosen to guide others where she wants them to go. She values logic and intelligence, treating every situation like an experiment—variables, outcomes, and lessons to apply next time.
She also embraces indulgence, but never carelessly. To her, pleasure and desire are tools—ways to distract, to entice, or to draw others into her orbit. She enjoys the game of making people choose what she already planned for them, rather than forcing it.
Her guiding belief is that purity is an illusion and transformation is truth. Poisons, alchemy, and even the Force are not mystical or sacred; they are instruments waiting to be shaped. She prizes elegance over spectacle, control over cruelty, and sees a quiet success as more powerful than a loud victory.
Ritual cleanliness and small indulgences—glass, fabric, scent—help her center herself before she works. She has little patience for zealotry or blind faith, but endless patience for results.
STRENGTHS
Clinical Persuader: Dissects motives and calibrates tone, gaze, and touch to secure compliance with quiet, reasoned seduction rather than threats.
Rational Alchemist: Fast hypothesis-testing under pressure; tailors toxins, doses, and antidotes with lab-grade precision even in the field.
Hedonic Leverage: Uses intimacy and sensory cues as instruments—honey-trap operations, distraction, and trust-building are second nature.
Cold Focus: Unflappable and compartmentalized; resists emotional manipulation and keeps a clear logbook mind during crises.
WEAKNESSES
Calculated Hedonist: The allure of controlled transgression can pull her past mission scope; rare experiences or "interesting subjects" can bait her.
Detachment Tax: Clinical affect can alienate allies; struggles to inspire genuine loyalty and misreads zealots or selfless types.
Not a Bruiser: Limited raw strength/endurance; underperforms in chaotic melee or prolonged frontline fights.
Protocol Bias: Over-optimizes plans and conditions; slower to act without prep and less effective in filthy, noisy, unbounded environments.
HISTORY
Iskera was raised behind a discreet apothecary on Denon that doubled as a "calming lounge" for corporate VIPs. Between glassware and soft lighting she learned two crafts at once: measured chemistry from her mortuary-chemist mother, and measured conversation from the hostesses. By sixteen she worked cleanups and quietings for a sanitation front—posing as an aide or companion to get close, microdosing to steer a room, and leaving scenes that read as fatigue, misstep, or simple bad luck.
A traveling alchemist noticed her habit of logging scents, heart rates, and airflow like lab notes—and the way doors seemed to open for her when she willed them to. Under his tutelage she refined venoms, counteragents, and skin-safe carriers; more importantly, she learned that desire is a reagent and the Force a catalyst: combine carefully and outcomes become inevitable.
When an audit taskforce threatened her circle, Iskera staged three deaths with cryotoxins, burned her ident, and sold a ledger of leverage to buy passage off-world. A Sith talent broker, impressed by her composure and results, offered a different apprenticeship: laboratories with fewer rules and patrons who valued outcomes over optics.
She accepted, trading her last Denon contacts and an odorless paralytic formula for a route past the interdictions. Wrapped in a freight cot with her respirator warm against her lips, she crossed the border—through the blackwall into the Sith Order.
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