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Character Keva’Sol’Loro

Blueberry flavored Sith
NAME:
Keva’sol’loro

FACTION:
(Formerly) Chiss Ascendancy
(Formerly) Confederacy of Independent Systems
Sith Empire

RANK:
(Formerly) CEDF Commander
(Formerly) Confederate Colonel
Acolyte

SPECIES:
Chiss

AGE:
18 Standard Years (Roughly translating to 28 in Chiss)

SEX:
Female

HEIGHT:
1.7 Meters

WEIGHT:
75.69 Kilograms

EYES:
Whilst she once held the usual red eyes of the Chiss people, her pupils have now grown into a cracked orange-yellow, the onset of Dark Side Degradation

HAIR:
Blue

SKIN:
Light Blue

FORCE SENSITIVE:
Keva is one of the rare Force Sensitive Chiss, a gift that was long held deep within her cold heart and never touched for fear of reprimanding by those more fundamentalist Chiss within the Ascendancy. Once defecting from her old Ascendancy she let herself slowly tap into these powers and in this slow growth did Keva allow darkness into her heart. Becoming far more unhinged in these recent times, Keva has abandoned herself to darkness. Whilst she possesses few force powers, she unleashes raw and unrefined attempts at abilities when allowing her lifetime of hatred to bubble forth.

STRENGTHS:
Commander turned Sith
Before Keva was a Sith, she was wholeheartedly devoted to the militaries in which she served: obsessing over being the best she could possibly be, for victory was all that would ever matter. With this tactical experience behind her, and ruthless obsession to success, she brings a seasoned potential to her Sith career, and an ability to command troops that few Acolytes can truly match.

It is the fool who believes in honor
Keva has no qualms against dirty fighting, in fact, she revels in twisting a battle to suit her needs. She performs this with the many blasters on her figure at any given time in addition to her lightsabers, a shoulder mounted blaster that was attached to her Legionnaire Armor, a Charric hidden within her cybernetic arm, and a standard side arm. Her entire fighting style now being twisted to suit mixing her saber strikes with ranged firepower

WEAKNESSES:
Words mean only so much
Whilst it is easy to raise the Sithling to levels that make her seem like a prodigy, this is simply not the case. She is a commander first and a Sith second, and a piss poor one at that. She lacks the martial prowess necessary to be a Sith, and both her saber skills and force abilities are sloppy and unrefined.

Hyper-Obsessive Annihilation
Keva is a functioning lunatic, as the simplest way to put it. She is utterly devoted to her goal for Galactic Peace with a single minded zealotry. And this zealotry can easily apply to matters of warfare: if particularly spited it is not outside the realm of possibility for Keva to swear herself to someone/something’s annihilation. Working outside the realm of logical approach and though, with no regards for what else might be destroyed in the woman’s pseudo-rampage.

APPEARANCE:
Keva is plain and unassuming, in the most generic terminology. Possessing few traits that make her particularly stand out: lest you count a Chiss as being an abnormal species to see outside of their home in the Unknown Regions. Sitting at an average weight and slightly below average height for a Chiss, the defining characteristics of the woman become her mannerisms and the scars of battle left on her body. Truly the most important thing in her life, is the twisting and curling scars that line the left side of her face: these wounds inflicted by Vaagari raiders during her youth whilst serving aboard a CEDF vessel would be the spark that would initially ignite her fiery devotion to cleansing all “undesirable degenerates” from the Galaxy and bring about a proper era of Galactic Peace. Now added onto these scars is a new Skeletal Cybernetic arm, an unassuming weapon. For her old Charric Side Arm was installed inside. Leaving it bare of any Synth-flesh Keva wears the thing openly so as to show her devotion to the Empire: and as a proper show of her ability to pass a test of fortitude.

Her mannerisms become another defining feature, for they hold a precise military efficiency: sometimes compared closer to the droids in which she “served alongside” in the Confederacy. Everything is stiff and proper, such things drilled into her head during her childhood years and simply being normality now.

BIOGRAPHY:
When one lives in the Unknown Regions there is always an abundant need for bodies ready to fight and people more than ready to lead those bodies against unimaginable horrors ready to tear down any semblance of a peaceful exist: this sole reason is what Keva’Sol’Loro of the Chiss Ascendancy was raised to do. The military culture of the Ascendancy is something that creates Warriors, ready to pounce on whatever threats wished to lash out against that continuing bulwark of order within the Unknown Regions. The young Keva’Sol’Loro was built by this need and desire to fight against whatever monstrosities the many different types of scum within the Regions. Now, having a choice in the matter is something that could be hotly debated.

But regardless in her brief Chiss childhood Keva was given extensive teachings into military history, structure, and practices: obviously there was some hunting for fame here, having your child become the premier Chiss military leader would have it’s benefits. Though such backhanded interests never were able to manifest. Amusingly enough while these teachings into military practice were grossly high, something as basic as Galactic Standard Basic was far more neglected, which inevitably come back around to bite once Keva defected from the CEDF.

Her training would come to course eventually, finding herself a comfortable position within the CDEF as a low ranking officer. Filling in those handful of menial tasks and learning to command a small handful of troops given to her command. It was a hard working, basic, and fulfilling job for the young Chiss. Actual command a desired but distant prospect within this remarkably uneventful part of Keva’s life and career.

So much of Keva’s adult life was spent within the CEDF, and she found little to show for it. A small force of warriors sitting under her command: more than ready to embrace the ruthlessly efficient approach to war their commander had chosen. Except for the scars, of course: during some of her years within the CEDF Keva had the “joyous” gift of fighting against the much hated Vagaari Raiders. In a violent duel in space and defending against boarding actions, the biological weapons of the raiders scarring the face of the young Chiss during the chaotic encounter: implanting both the undeniable mark of a veteran and an unending hatred for anything that even vaguely resembles the disgusting raiders and slavers of the Vagaari.

But as time progressed, the Unknown Regions began to seem smaller and smaller, the impact of the CEDF and the Ascendancy expanding little beyond the small blotch of territory they had claimed within the chaos. Encounters with things such as the Vagaari had filled Keva with an undeniable urge to simply go outward, to crush any such creatures that simply violated the peace and security of the Galaxy. And the Ascendancy was not the path to such a goal.

So she left.

Disappearing in a carefully and meticulously planned defection the now very much lost Chiss was stuck looking out into the affairs of the wider Galaxy with a suboptimal knowledge of basic: quite the massive hunt to find whoever could fulfill her plans well and proper. And it was decided that the “Confederacy of Independent Systems” as they called themselves (attempts at actually saying the name in the early days given up rather quickly), the odd and bizarre adventure of trying to reach the whole other side of the Galaxy with little money, little knowledge of the galactic language, and no ship.

But eventually the young Chiss made her way into the folds of the Confederate’s space, in broken and poor basic she told her story and her mission. Being sent to be acquainted with the military doctrines of the CIS over the Ascendancy, it was...regrettable...that she would be stuck with droids but sacrifices do need to be made some times. Making her way throughout the academy to be acquainted to this new environment, Keva was thrown into the confederacy’s CDF as a Colonel: finally getting command of her new tool of peace.Or at least she had assumed it would be her tool to bring peace to the Galaxy, though that would prove to be wrong later on. Finally let loose in the Confederacy Keva would quickly establish her name in blood, leading the Army’s presence when the Jen’ari city on the world of Zomnira was effectively razed to the ground. Pounding numerous sith into the dirt with her endless artillery barrages, she claimed one of their jagged and spiked sabers from the dirt and claimed it for her own: a relic of the destruction brought upon in the world as well as a reminder of the same thing.

Such destruction would be a defining trait of Keva’s comparably short career under the Confederate banner. Gaining a sliver of infamy among some for her heartless pragmatism and general disregard for collateral damage and it comes to little surprise that kernels of bitterness form again in her soul. These kernels would turn to an inferno upon the world of Yag’dhul, turned into a mathematically perfect fortress the Confederates threw themselves upon it’s iron walls. Keva was among those sent as the assault force, though with her landing craft shot down and the commander surrounded by enemies she finally allowed herself to let the Dark Side flow within her. The act that would lead to defection and damnation. Suffering serious wounds, the Chiss survived and began her dive into what these powers were capable of, and with this hunt for knowledge came the realization that the Confederacy was not the true strength that would bring the Galaxy to peace. The “Despots in the north” were the future, the Sith would be what she’d finally use to enact her Galactic plan.

With disgruntled bitterness in her heart, she abandoned her command once again and went north in a derelict Freighter. Immediately did this new crucible begin: whilst after leaving the CEDF and the Ascendancy it was a matter of understanding a new and strange Galaxy, her entrance into the Sith was a crucible of physical strength and martial prowess: such was needed for the defector to prove herself trustworthy. And the crucible was quick and relentless, beginning quite literally immediately with a prison infiltration which went...to a mediocre success. Though a success is a success, and it showed the Chiss that an army is not needed to enact an operation; knowing a fact like this allowed her to eventually branch out and begin solo ops to remove smaller “undesirable” elements in the Galaxy.

But within the Sith, the new Acolyte found her scrubbing away another emblem from her uniform and now slapping the blazing emblem of the Sith Empire: and she brought that new emblem into battle against the various skirmishes that erupted against the Jedi and in removing dissident elements in the newly conquered Mandalorians realms. In one of these battles, her first test as a Sith came with the loss of her forearm at the hands of a Jedi’s lightsaber. Forced out of the field of battle, a skeletal cybernetic was put where the limb once stood. At request, Keva went in with no anesthetics: undergoing the full pain of the failure. But, she persevered with a renewed vigor: much like how she despised the Vaagari after they scarred her face, a new hatred for the Jedi burned within her heart as she looked the glistening silver limb. But with this suffering, her test of fortitude was passed and her first ally was gained: one Anden Fancelo of the Ghostwalkers. And with a military unit, technically, “falling under her command”: she knew that the path to peace was beginning to be laid.

Filled with a new determination, Keva began to dive deep into the knowledge of the Sith. She desired power, a power to gain respect and make more follow her vision when the time came. Dancing wildly to various libraries and Academies, her new hyper obsession becoming success as a Sith. The rank of Knight dangling close, but so far all the same. But in her usual ways, that title shows a new way in the path: and nothing matters except the Goal.

SHIP:
A flying trash bin of a Freighter is her preferred vessel of transportation

KILLS
N/A

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
 

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