Lucille Kearnes
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[/TD][/TR]Lucille Kearnes
Vital Statistics
Species: Human
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Height: 5' 4 (1.62m)
Weight: Eight Stone (51KG)
Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa
Faction Afflilation: The One Sith
Alignment: The Dark Side
Force Sensitive: Yes
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Weaknesses
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Appearance
Lucille makes an adroit and endearing impression, mostly composed of knees and elbows, although none could call her clumsy. In fact, she had a very careful way of picking her way across a room, whether it be crowded or empty. She studies ballet, and could be praised for her complementary physique, long-fingered and small-breasted. She was often too preoccupied with other things to prioritize getting a haircut, or simply too poor, and so was somewhat recognizable for the unruly hag witch mass of auburn hair that trailed down and around her face, like a A mess of kudzu threatening to consume the building it is attached to, framing her petite and pristine facial features in a mocking contrast of feminine facial features more associated with nobility and the unkempt swathe of the servant's hair, too busy to be groomed.
She had dawn blue eyes compared to the pristine sky above Naboo when she was a child. Since then, they have dulled some. The color has lost its luster with age and undertaking some tasks that no child should be required to perform. They have since dulled to a dead-like steel grey-blue and a cold stare that looks past an individual rather than at.
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Biography
A long time ago on a distant planet far, far away....Korriban to be exact. Later to be known as Pesegam and then later Moraband; There ruled an ancient species blood thirsty and malicious by a civilized era's standards. This species? The Sith. Many of the Dark Jedi were exiled when they were defeated in the war known as the Hundred-Year Darkness. One such Dark Jedi, Kunta Kallin, went on to rule over the native and primitive Sith as a god-like figure; One of the First Dark Lords of the Sith. Kunta lived as a god-king ought to. He dined on the finest foods this planet had to offer, he was worshiped as a deity was due. He took natives to be his Concubine and he fostered a strong, noble lineage of Sith-Human hybrids. He trained his descendants in the ways of the force and used his own advanced (for the planet) technology to elevate the race above their current technological advancement to become a force capable of annihilating the Republic, if it were only to be given a few more years...
Kunta did not have years. His passing was marked by a great monument in his honor being established in Korriban's Valley of the Dark Lords. The ancient tomb to the Dark Jedi having been ravaged, tomb raided, evacuated and then subsequently destroyed as more tombs were built, the wear of age pressed down on the aging tomb and then, finally, at the hands of the Old Republic; Whatever remained of the tomb was lost. The artifacts of the Kallin bloodline were lost, the few descendants of the Kallin Dynasty: The Kallins, the Kadrigs, the Kallis and the Kearnes would move through the galaxy, unaware of their dark heritage: The might of the Sith and the original Dark Jedi flowing through their veins.
Dynasties broken and the evidence that points to their divinity seemingly gone to the ages: The name Kearnes became synonymous with the word credits. A family forced into indebted servitude and slavery for a mere pittance of credits and so the already bloated and poor family could feed the young they already had. It was almost a saying in the underbelly of the galaxy: "If you ever need cheap hands, Kearnes' hands are always nearby and disposable.
Unlike Lucille's ancient ancestor, Everybody on Nar Shaddaa was aware of her mother and next to everyone on Nar Shaddaa could be considered a potential candidate to be his biological father. A handful of credits and you'd get a few hours of entertainment. Kick away the woes of your latest poor shipment of death sticks. Throw the chips, and her mother, Oami Kearnes was yours, mind body and soul. Mostly body. You could get one hundred and one thousand repugnant and loathsome past-times and Oami Kearnes merely provided the backdrop for just yet another on the moon where the crime was the law and a person was cheaper than obtaining some spice.
The Hutt Cartel on the Smuggler's Moon owned Oami and the young Lucille. Of course, they always said that owned was an ugly word. It was indebted servitude. Oami was known as a frequent user and abuser of Spice. Spending the days when she wasn't working and entertaining to get herself lost in her own head. The irony of this being that it meant that the individuals that -owned- Lucille were the same who would take care of the child in its infancy and youth. Never one to miss out on saving a few credits: Lucille was often sent as a messenger and courier to various people in service and employment of the Cartel to spread information, misinformation and 'contractual obligations' as needed. Lucille was a good little courier. She didn't have much choice in the matter.
Slavery brings with it hate. Hate at the people around you and hate at the current situation you find yourself bound in. It was a hate allowed to foster and bloom like the light spark that escapes from a campfire that would later start a bonfire. It blossomed, that spark of hate in her heart as she was pushed further and onward to more depraved and cruel acts on the terms of the 'master'. No longer was it simply adequate to deliver the message that such and such needed to be executed. Now, Lucille would have to be the guiding hand of the blaster pistol...
No.
A simple protest borne of that hate for her oppressor, finally sparked by that desire to preserve human life (or at least not to be the sole source of it. In that moment of anger stirred on by the threats, her force sensitivity pushed itself to the forefront and she scared off her assailants with mediocre displays of telekinesis. Her life spared by the Sith who was in negotiations with the cartel. Where the slave had been, moments beforehand, hardly worth his notice if not for the faint feeling of the force he sensed from her. Her vitriol and passion amused him and he bought the slave there in a moment. Bringing her into the wings of the One Sith to serve as its latest Aspirant.
Will she sink or swim remains the question.
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Equipment
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Force Powers
Force Push - Initiate
Force Sense - Initiate
Mind Trick - Initiate
Lightsaber forms
*Untrained in Lightsaber CombatForm I: Shii-Cho Untrained
Form II: Makashi Untrained
Form III: Soresu Untrained
Form IV: Ataru Untrained
Form V: Shien/ Djem So Untrained
Form VI: Niman Untrained
Form VII: Juyo/ Vapaad Untrained
