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Character Lirka Ka, reborn

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Name:
Lirka Ka

Age:
155


Sex:
Female, though after her “rebirth” gender has become more or less irrelevant.


Species:
Sephi, though has been spliced with many species now


Height:
1.9 Meters


Weight:
113 Kilograms


Eyes:
They are an icy blue in coloration


Hair
Lirka keeps her hair a crimson color, similar to that of fresh blood


Skin
Deathly pale in coloration


Appearance
Lirka is a walking cadaver, where once there was unnaturally sculpted flesh that remained almost statuesque, it has slowly faded away and decaying flesh has shown up in its place, skin disappearing and necrotizing flesh underneath writhing as her vile gene-crafted form attempts to heal itself: only delaying her slow decay. A crumbling statue from greater times.


Force sensitivity
Where once Lirka readily could call on the Force, that very thing she had come to despise so thoroughly after her rebirth in the labs of Kamino the unholy process by which she was rebirthed has caused the force to entirely abandon the mighty cadaver: leaving her as Force Dead as any of the ancient Vong.


Weapons:
Lirka wields a new custom blade, after her former was taken by Kaine Australis following their duel: dubbing the new weapon the Quarlani ath Keryth or “Soul of War”, the weapon is a long songsteel blade with electro-plasma filaments much in the same style as her former weapon, but unlike the former the blades can detach at the middle to form two smaller blades


Armor:
Lirka’s power suit is a mass of overlapped plates, with edges as sharp as razors. Formed of a mixture of duranium and a smattering of Beskar plundered from her time as the conquered world’s Governor, being used to form her breastplate, helmet, and gauntlets.


Strengths:
The Monster Unleashed

Even before Lirka underwent her changes, she was a monster of a woman: a vicious slaughterer of the Confederacy’s enemy. Her rage and murderous prowess has only been amplified tenfold, she is an indiscriminate butcher of anything in her way: a violent force of nature.

Force Dead

Ala the Vong of old, Lirka is dead to the Force. Unable to benefit from it’s boons while gaining a rather thorough resistance to it’s assaults.


Weaknesses:

The Creature
It is incredibly challenging to actually work with Ka at this point, her very presence is considered unnerving by most, and her erratic mood swings make her just as much of a danger to her allies as her enemies.


Decaying form
Without access to the various tools and “reserves” of genetic material she had prior, Lirka’s body is in a rippling state of decay and a slowly spreading necrosis


Kills:
None


Faction
(Formerly) Confederacy of Independent Systems
(Formerly) Sith Empire
Independent


Rank
(Formerly) Confederate Commander
(Formerly)Grand Moff of the Imperial Borderlands
Pirate and general Underworld scum


Personality:
At the end of the day, Lirka Ka is a creature spurred on by a mixture of spite and gross selfishness. Through the trials and tribulations of a hundred battlefields across the Galaxy, Lirka has grown scornful and callous towards the lives of others in the Galaxy: this same disregard for others would lead her into worship of the Dark, and ultimately clinging to its ideals of destruction and nihilism: albeit, twisting the Way of the Dark to suit her own needs ultimately. Always a manipulator at heart


Biography:
Lirka Ka was born on the Sephi homeworld of Thustra over a century ago, the only daughter of the Sephi’s king and as such the heir to the Throne. Trained extensively in politics and general schooling to eventually become a fine Queen of her people (though such a thing would’ve likely taken a century), but such things would never come to fruition. Lirka was born a force sensitive, something that was shown when she was kidnapped by a dissident as a child for an extensive (and dangerous) ransom. That too never came to fruition, for the young Lirka tasted blood at a young age as her unstable powers were used to unintentionally kill the man.


Afterwards, such a thing was well hidden. Buried under drugs and secrets, no one wanted to actually have such a fact get out or the Princess of Thustra would become quite the target for a great many organizations throughout the Galaxy. Though it wouldn’t be enough, there are some parts of the force that can’t be so easily taken away. Such as an affinity for the Dark Side.

Lirka, as she grew older, learned many a-things from the poor crowd she hung around with, but the most important one was: she loved to fight. The exhilaration of a fist fight was amazing to hear, and was something that caused her to take up dueling later one. Though the savagery of a raw rage-filled exchange of fists was perfect to her. But that became dull, it all became dull. The heir to the throne of Thustra was simply bored. It all felt quite dull now, and as such it warranted her leaving her homeworld on a quest to “find her calling”.

Which ended up meaning becoming a famous pit-fighter, ending up in the Choah asteroid belt and nearly falling in love with the raw and savage fighting within the belt, signing herself up she learned through failed fights and bloodshed how to truly become a warrior. Enough to where she could truly be a part of the good stuff, the to the death stuff. She was extremely successful in this field, especially with her force sensitivity returning to her to enough of an extent to learn minor abilities to give her an edge.

With fame and fortune in her hands, she was given the opportunity by a shadowy figure to train amongst the esteemed Anzati assassins on Anzat. And of course, avoid having her brain drunk along the way. It was more than enticing enough for her, retiring from the pits without a single lost deathmatch and going off to Anzat to train. While among the stands and scum she learned many things, some about the underworld but almost all about how to fight and kill. The Anzati trained well, though there were many times during nearly her half a decade of training that she had to kill teachers and fellow students alike who tried to drink the Sephi’s brain. After exiting the crucible of her long training, she discovered this shadowy man was in fact a Crime Lord who wanted her as an enforcer.

Using much of her funds and his name, she had her exotic and custom weapon of choice commissioned. A massive (nearly the size of her) two handed blade, supposedly by her semi-trustworthy word it is based on some old designs of weapons from Thustra’s history. A brutal weapon that uses the woman’s speed and strength to leave a trail of limbs and gore against her enemies. As well as her stylized plate of Duranium, a superbly brutal and durable fighter against the Crime Lord’s enemies.

But, he learned the hard way that Lirka holds loyalties quite weakly. She betrayed the man to his enemies, letting the two organizations fight amongst themselves as she went off to the wider Galaxy to become a Bounty Hunter and Mercenary. Finding it far more fulfilling than the life of a crime Enforcers

For the past two decades, that has been where she stayed. Gaining some infamy but as a whole just becoming an exotic sight for those within the Underworld. Throughout her entire time, she has never once affiliated with the Sith or Jedi, usually rubbing both off as nothing more than Cults. But as time progresses, even bounty hunting can get a little boring and it is the nature of the Dark Side to lust for even more power.

One could say Lirka beat back this lust for power, but she didn’t beat back the boredom that Bounty Hunting had started to bring to her: what better to do than to go and throw herself into the great chaos of the Galaxy? And that is just what she did, coming into contact with one of the Mandalorian Protectors of the CIS after helping one during a job she had been hired. You could say the rest was history, but there’s no fun in that.

It was a raw adventure going through the CIS to where she was now, Lirka quickly had learned the Mandalorian life completely didn’t suit her and instead began to make her own quest to find some purpose within the Confederacy. Her future was here, for the next few decades maybe, it was a mess of a quest: during the CIS’s little conquest of that rock Roon she learned just how much she actually hated the Force and it’s constant nagging in her skull, which lead to her rather..gruffly, rejecting an invitation into the Confederate Knights Obsidian, going through her little crisis of self not long after the Roon nonsense lead her to the military. Being more or less forced into command of some Droids when the CIS took Kamino.

Of course she almost died, more than usual.

But purpose had been found, the whole war thing suited her and as such she completely embraced it. Going right into the Iron Crusade after recovering from Kamino, at the time taking command of the small Nickel Company. Though her time with the force wasn’t long and once the Confederacy reorganized it’s armies into the Confederate Defense Force she became a Marshal, taking the long preparations and quest to establish herself in the Confederacy.

But even the mightiest of warriors can be beaten, for without the willpower there is little reason to continue on: this notion of lack of meaning is what caused Lirka to suffer her “first” death at the hands of injuries sustained during the Confederate assault on Zomnira. Deciding she hadn’t earned much of a place in this Galaxy, she consigned herself to the void. A solemn peace and a forgotten end to the metal wild-woman of the Confederacy.

This sadly was not the case.

Plans were made, in the uttermost secret, to try and create a new breed of soldier. Violent biological weapons of war, genecrafted warriors from the unwanted dregs who could reap a bounty of carnage and gore wherever they were deployed. Lirka was immediately chosen as a candidate, despite her current state of living: with no next of kin or allies to care about the desecration of her body, the half decayed carcass of the Sephi was dug up from Petranaki Arena and brought to the gene-labs of Kamino for the dark deeds to be underdone.

It was an unholy process, to say the least, rather than merely cloning what they could from the Sephi they instead enlisted the help of Dark Side magicks to drag her soul from the Netherworld to once again reinhabit the cadaver it had abandoned. So began the process of remelding her flesh to be good as new, extensive flash training from whatever memories they could extract from the body, following suit was the process of implanting her body with the various cybernetics and beginning the modifications to the new brain in trying to create a hyper-obedient soldier.

The “Sephi” could merely watch in anguish as the procedures threatened to send her back to the void: but the force didn’t want this creature any longer, it was an unnatural abomination. And so, rather convoluted: the force abandoned Lirka at long last, leaving this new creature a dark void within the Force.

To summarize the agonizing process: it succeeded but failed miserably. Lirka broke free and went through a violent rampage before being subdued: leaving to the rest of the Confederacy the truth of what dark deeds were performed within Kamino, but more importantly: the project could work. The alpha specimen was what she had become, the sole survivor of the original batch. A violent and broken force of nature. Wracked by this new and warped mind, Lirka assailed Kamino like a hurricane, tearing through the labs and slaughtering any Kaminoians unfortunately in her path. Though eventually she would be detained by a detachment of Confederate agents and re-introduced gradually into the wider Confederacy again.

But some things are simply not meant to last, these people weren’t her people. Not anymore, her people were out there. On Thustra, and it was an ever distant world. For a time. The possibility of Thustra falling into her hands became infinitely more real once the Mandalorians fell to the brutal attacks of both the Confederacy and the Sith. A new shadow loomed over Thustra, the shadow of the Sith. But things could be different this time, and she did not have to sulk and mope over the next conquest of her homeworld. It was time for a change.

She abandoned the Confederacy, as she had abandoned so many groups before and headed up to the North of the Galaxy, and brought herself to the Imperial capital. She swore her blade to the Empire now, loyalty in exchange for rulership of Thustra when the time came. And with that, a new blunt instrument of the Empire entered into the fold. Her great hatred of the Mandalorians as well as previous combat experience lended her to a rather lofty position within the Empire: the Military Governor of Mandalore.

Wracked by her unnatural body, she unleashed pure malice onto the equally wracked world of Mandalore. With the onset of the Imperial Invasions into the Jedi’s space, she found her hatred renewed twice when it came to her attention that Thustra now laid under their command. She brought the full might she could muster upon the world of Kintan upon the Imperial fleet, showing herself once more to the Galaxy in a bloody display of carnage, and her new Imperial loyalty. Now the Jedi would need to burn, just as the Mandalorians did before. But so, the Mandalorians came to reclaim their sacred homeworld, fighting tooth and nail for every inch of ground, and every life they could pull away from their clutches.

But it wasn’t enough.

The forces led by one K Kaine Australis would be repulsed from Mandalore, though, Lirka would not be present for the main battle: no, for beneath the great tunnels of the Fortess Imperius she would engage in a duel against her one and only friend Alwine Daye Alwine Daye , whom had left the Confederacy to join the Agents of Chaos: an anarchist group that Lirka had come to abhor and desire the complete eradication of. Reluctantly the two would “fight”, though Lirka had always been the strongest of the pair. Taking the Lupine alive, Lirka would retreat into a depressive solitude for a week. Advisors and her personal guards took on the mantle of leading and ferrying her messages whilst the Sephi disappeared from the Galaxy and broke into the monster that now walks.

Lirka would return with a dark flame in her heart, an aloof detachment from all life that could not compare to herself. And would enact the end of the Mandalorian Genocide, bringing about a fiery end to all those whom had not stood against the Mandalorian invaders. With the skulls of those still on world a plenty, and their bones crafted into a grim and baroque throne: Lirka looked on with grim determination, Thustra would belong to her. And all would kneel before her grace and might. Such would begin a ruthless advancement of politics, rising quickly to the rank of Moff. Beginning a savage and ruthless obliteration of all dissidents within the Borderlands, showing no ounce of mercy to those who stood against the Empire and wiping clean entire settlements that housed those who wished to stand against the new Imperial Rule on their worlds.

A grim infamy would come down on the Sephi, for all knew the moderately unstable politician was less a moff and more a brutalistic Warlord: she would embrace the concept in it’s entirety, pulling more and more power to herself and the borderlands by simple political maneuvering and allowing more and more small scale rebellions to be born and prosper for a time: before simply being destroyed with a single swing of unending force and malice. War would begin anew, and the field of battle would become Lirka’s new baptism through fire.

Dueling with the Jedi would stoke her hate to even great amounts, and with this in mind the Sector under her command would grow into an iron-fisted tyranny, but a stable tyranny it was. And the eyes of her dark masters would fall down upon her, as the blood of Jedi was thrown to the ground by her blade: apostates joining the ranks of the dead as well once the new War between the secessionists began. With all this in mind, and Lirka's cruelly efficient form of governance, the title of Grand Moff would be gifted upon her.

It was time for her work to begin.

The fist that was brought down upon the Imperial Borderlands was swift and merciless, just as she had done before: power was consolidated over her concerns of a Jedi attack on the Imperial borders, nothing more than empty politicking in an attempt to gain greater sway and power. The subjugation would be immense, but ultimately would follow the same mould as she had done during her short tenure as a Moff. Cruel, but brutally efficenct. But such empty posturing did not stay Lirka’s ambitions for long, always did those passions rise like wild flames within the Sephi’s heart. Taking favor to the Autarch-class Siege Breaker, the Death of Hope, she would claim the vessel as her personal flagship and begin a gross amount of renovations to turn the vessel into her personal, voidborne, fortress and HQ. And hidden within its bowels, a large scale cloning facility. Where the heirs to her Legacy would be crafted, and a new and unending supply of meat to repair her damaged and decaying form. Four proper “children” would be made from her genes, Anduir, Malerina, Zekirno, and a fourth that would be slain early as he succumbed to Clone Madness. She showed no mercy to her “children”, and trained them with the same ruthlessly brutality that the Anzati had done to her. Hatred was born within them, and eventually the knife would be stuck into Lirka’s plans as the three engaged in a wild duel that saw Anduir and Malerina escape the Death of Hope and flee to the wider Galaxy. Zekirno the new Chosen Son to stay behind and prepare to carry out Lirka’s will for eternity. At least. That’s what she had hoped for, the truth can always be something so so different.

Sending her son to the Legion to gain humility, Lirka would turn her eyes to the genelabs with the ultimate goal of remaking herself from the ground up into a new “perfect form”. The definition was ultimately much less dramatic, and had more to do with not having enhancements that were killing her. But the plan wouldn’t be properly finished before needing to be enacted, for during a bloody duel on the borders of Moridinae: Lirka and Australis would finally clash, tearing each other apart in a brutal display of hatred. Lirka’s body would finally fail on her as the sloppy “prototype” enhancements she had been stuffed with burst, broke, or were destroyed. Rushed offworld to the Death of Hope by her political allies, her gaggle of scientists would begin the rapid and tireless work of trying to keep a dying Grand Moff alive, and be forced to remake her from the ground up.

But there exists men, who are simply far above the cut of their peers. For none other than Adrian Vandiir would come to assist in the great scientific endeavour. Lirka would disappear for some time as she rebuilt and healed, much of what had been done to her by the Kaminoians painstakingly reversed as she floated away within her Bacta Tank. Which left the “Sephi” with far too much time to think, to dream, and to plan. For grim tidings had began to fill her heart, and that unquenchable ambition began to grow even stronger. For she swore to herself to become one of the most powerful beings within the Empire, to gain the strength most could only dream of. To pave a bloody path to her birthright on Thustra, for all to either stand alongside her as kin, or die as enemies hated with every fire in her heart.

But fires do not last forever, and eventually they simmer and fade away. The Empire Lirka had clung to was not long for the Galaxy, torn apart by constant warfare and dwindling supplies, Lirka would abandon the sith in their death throes, fleeing to Rhand to dive into the depths of the Dark at its most holy site. Met with the Brotherhood of the Maw, Lirka would join the gathering of marauders, but ultimately her dives into the philosophy of the Dark would be her undoing. Locked away within her Citadel, Lirka mused over texts and meditations whilst forging and altering her monstrous form more: carrying on the dark genetic experiments she had begun during the Empire. A rather brief chapter in the Sephi’s life, when Rhand was assailed she would be betrayed by the Maw and forced to flee out to the wider Galaxy once again, torn asunder by the chaos of battle: limping out to the wider Galaxy wounded and broken, Lirka would steal a freighter and slaughter its crew before being contacted by the new fledgling Sith as they licked their wounds and attempt to begin their recovery.

Staying among the Sith once again for a time to heal and repair her equipment, Lirka would leave them as their shadowy dealings to head into the wide hostile Galaxy once again: returning to her criminal roots now that she had nowhere left to go and no more power base to stand on, the former Moff was left with nothing sort of a mediocre and half derelict freighter, and that same fire slowly rising once again: if she needed to gain power among common scum, so be it. But she would gain it again, no matter how much blood needed to be shed.

Ship:
The Ball and Chain purchased from Quekko's Choice Ship Emporium
 
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