Kára Morrigan
Angel of Deception
Kára Morrigan, "Darth Calixte"
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FACTION: The Sith Empire
RANK: Apprentice
SPECIES: Epicanthix
AGE: 26
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 6'1 | 185.42 cm
WEIGHT: 142 | 64.86 kg
EYES: Aquamarine
HAIR: Pink
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Pre-Sith Training:
I know nothing of remorse or mercy, and I take great pleasure in giving pain. I am a combatant first and foremost, crafted to kill with a single minded intensity. I acknowledge my arrogance and my lack of understanding beyond the teachings of my deceased former master, but I consider them mere setbacks as opposed to true weaknesses. I lie as easily as I breathe. My mind cannot be penetrated by any Force-user, and my Blastsword allows for a very unique and unpredictable form of combat, learned from an Adumari in my masters employ. To supplement my melee skills, I was taught K'tara and Teräs Käsi by my former master. As an Epicanthix my body is very strong and resilient, and intense physical training has only enhanced this effect. As of yet, I know little of the Force; I can turn my pain and fear and rage into power, but my use of the skill is little more than instinctual. I can throw things without touching them if I'm angry enough, and once through sheer strength of will I crushed a mans hand to pulp.
Sometimes, though, the darkness speaks to me, whispers things in my ear, seduces me with dulcet tones and promises of death and destruction. I so very much enjoy its voice -- it's sweeter than the most gruesome of tortures, and it knows me better than I know myself.
SHIP:
YJX - 1200 Series Heavy Freighter, Designation -- "VALHALLA"http://starwarsrp.net/topic/11765-yjx-1200-heavy-freighter/
WEAPONS:
Red Lightwhip
Adumari Blastsword
High Voltage Electrostaff
Bone-claw Hilt Red Bladed Lightsaber
BIOGRAPHY:
Prologue:
I was born on Panatha, the only child of a loving mother and caring father. I was an unusually compassionate child, kinder than even the gentlest of winds. I was an anomaly amongst my people for my looks and my kindness, with pale hair the color of sakura blossoms, and a smile as soft as goose down. My master noticed my compassion, and he chose me as his apprentice for that very reason.
I was taken against my will, along with my mother and father, to a planet deep in the Unknown Regions, hidden behind a cluster of blackholes and asteroid fields. In my master's clutches, I was tortured beyond insanity, tortured until I knew only his will. Hate and rage sustained me. Pain became pleasure. I lost all sense of self, of who I had been... even today, when I think of that pain, shivers run up my spine. When I was broken, he brought my mother to me and did the same to her as I watched. I lived for my hate of him, but I still knew love, still loved my mother... He was more brutal with her than he had been with me. however, and so very violent.
My mother did not survive for long, and in witnessing her death and being privy to her pain, I forgot what it meant to love.
He brought my father to me next, and beneath his guiding hand, I put my father through the same tortures my mother had faced. His screams haunted me, those first few days -- I had forgotten love, but I still knew affection, though my resentment of my father's weakness soon grew to overshadow that affection. If he had been stronger, I used to tell myself, we would have never been taken. By the second week of his torture, however, his screams delighted me. I drew out his suffering for months, my once pure soul stained the darkest of blacks. When my father died, my master christened me 'Calixte', named for a deity of his homeworld. "She is the deceiver," he told me. "As are you, for beneath your beauty lies an ugliness so complete and thorough it humbles me."
He was no true Sith, my master -- merely a dark acolyte of great power and specific, perverse desires. It was because of him, because of the lessons he taught me, that I came to learn of my supreme connection to the Darkside. I rejected his given name; he hadn't the right to grant it to me.
Eight years later, after lessons of which I will never speak, I killed him as well. I saw in his mind, saw his weakness, and I tortured him to death because of it. The year I spent killing him was the most glorious time of my life -- I exercised the entirety of my education, and even developed more ways to grant pain, to coax more delicious screams from unwilling victims, and he was most unwilling. I learned the truth of myself in that year, of what I was and what I wanted to be, and after seizing his considerable wealth, I made my way to the known galaxy, to find souls deserving of my pain
Instead, I found the Sith. I found my true calling...
KILLS:
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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