MAERAE IREDIA
NAME: Maerae Iredia
FACTION: Sith Order
RANK: Sith Acolyte
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 19
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5’10”
WEIGHT: 150 lbs
EYES: Pale Blue
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Maerae is, put simply, a brute in the Force. She has raw power in spades.
She is adept in lightsaber combat, preferring the use of Djem So, though she has also shown proficiency in Juyo.
Maerae has been known to tinker in her spare time, and has some knowledge of mechanics, though she is far from journeyman level.
Despite the lack of a proper education, Maerae is very intelligent, and absorbs information like a sponge.
Maerae grew up in the alleyways of Nar Shaddaa, and as such, is adept at thievery, slicing, and general miscreancy.
While she is very strong in the Force, she lacks finesse in its use. Advanced techniques like Force Lightning, Healing, Tetaminis, and such are far beyond her ability. And they will remain beyond her ability, unless provided with an adequate teacher.
Though Maerae’s strength does lie in her bladework, it too lacks finesse. She relies heavily on her brute strength, battering her opponents until their limbs feel like jelly, but because of this she lacks the precision and dexterity a true master should have.
Maerae’s childhood didn’t exactly offer a lot of opportunities for education. She’s intelligent, but not well learned.
APPEARANCE:
Maerae stands at five feet ten inches tall, with a healthy weight of one hundred and fifty pounds. Her build is toned, as befits a neophyte Sith who has trained for most of her early life. Her pale skin is absent of any imperfections, such as moles and scars, with the exception of her birthmark: an ever so slightly darker patch of skin on her left thigh, shaped like a poorly drawn crescent moon. Her onyx hair falls just past her shoulders, though Maerae usually wears it up in a bun on the back of her head. Her eyes are a deep blue, brimming with an intense focus.
Maerae typically dresses in dark clothing, shades of black and grey, which are always in fashion for the Sith. As a lowly Acolyte, her attire consists of simple tunics, pants, and boots, as well as the occasional robe. She prefers it this way, in truth, because simple clothing is easier to move in than the bulky armor and designer robes that some Sith wear. Maerae is never seen without a weapon at her hip, usually her worn vibrosword, as she has yet to earn the right to a lightsaber.
BIOGRAPHY:
Maerae's birthright is the dirt. She is nothing, born to nothing, to parents who lived in the slums of Nar Shaddaa. Her mother died due to complications of childbirth, and so her early childhood was spent by her father's side in run down bars and the shipping containers converted into makeshift shacks. The man who called himself her "father" was a drunken lout who rarely provided for her, and so Maerae was often left to make ends meet on her own. She had to scrounge for scraps just to eat, and steal just to survive.
She was destined to be another lowlife prowling the streets, if not for her one saving grace: a strong connection to the Force. She spent most of her childhood unaware of what the Force was, and how she possessed a connection to it. Maerae always seemed to be just faster than those who chased her and just stronger than those who fought her, but she had always considered those things a stroke of good luck. The slight bouts of premonition she experienced were chalked up as coincidence.
In her early teens, in desperate bid to escape Nar Shaddaa and the lowly life she'd always known, Maerae managed to stowaway on a freighter leaving Hutt Space. She hadn't a clue as to its destination: Sith Order space. Not nearly as quiet as she thought she was, Maerae was discovered aboard the ship she stole away on, and soon learned that the Sith Order was far harsher than Nar Shaddaa had ever been. She would have been slapped in chains, living as a slave, had it not been for her strength in the Force.
Even so, as a new and budding Sith hopeful, she was still as a slave. The Dark Side promised freedom, but she was still beneath the heel of the Sith Lords who would rule the galaxy. Maerae spent six years as a mere Acolyte, scrounging for scraps of knowledge of the Dark Side, and surviving the harsh trials thrust upon her by her pitiless trainers. For six years she triumphed over her fellow Acolytes, through tears, and bile, and blood. Six years of pain taught her much, granted her power she'd never imagined she'd wield, and gave her purpose.
And now, at the cusp of starting her twenties, Maerae has only one goal: to break her chains, free herself from bondage, and finally obtain the freedom she longed for as a little girl on Nar Shaddaa. The Sith Code promises such things, and so a Sith she must be.
ITEMS:
1x Vibrosword
1x Lightsaber
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
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NAME: Maerae Iredia
FACTION: Sith Order
RANK: Sith Acolyte
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 19
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5’10”
WEIGHT: 150 lbs
EYES: Pale Blue
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Maerae is, put simply, a brute in the Force. She has raw power in spades.
She is adept in lightsaber combat, preferring the use of Djem So, though she has also shown proficiency in Juyo.
Maerae has been known to tinker in her spare time, and has some knowledge of mechanics, though she is far from journeyman level.
Despite the lack of a proper education, Maerae is very intelligent, and absorbs information like a sponge.
Maerae grew up in the alleyways of Nar Shaddaa, and as such, is adept at thievery, slicing, and general miscreancy.
While she is very strong in the Force, she lacks finesse in its use. Advanced techniques like Force Lightning, Healing, Tetaminis, and such are far beyond her ability. And they will remain beyond her ability, unless provided with an adequate teacher.
Though Maerae’s strength does lie in her bladework, it too lacks finesse. She relies heavily on her brute strength, battering her opponents until their limbs feel like jelly, but because of this she lacks the precision and dexterity a true master should have.
Maerae’s childhood didn’t exactly offer a lot of opportunities for education. She’s intelligent, but not well learned.
APPEARANCE:
Maerae stands at five feet ten inches tall, with a healthy weight of one hundred and fifty pounds. Her build is toned, as befits a neophyte Sith who has trained for most of her early life. Her pale skin is absent of any imperfections, such as moles and scars, with the exception of her birthmark: an ever so slightly darker patch of skin on her left thigh, shaped like a poorly drawn crescent moon. Her onyx hair falls just past her shoulders, though Maerae usually wears it up in a bun on the back of her head. Her eyes are a deep blue, brimming with an intense focus.
Maerae typically dresses in dark clothing, shades of black and grey, which are always in fashion for the Sith. As a lowly Acolyte, her attire consists of simple tunics, pants, and boots, as well as the occasional robe. She prefers it this way, in truth, because simple clothing is easier to move in than the bulky armor and designer robes that some Sith wear. Maerae is never seen without a weapon at her hip, usually her worn vibrosword, as she has yet to earn the right to a lightsaber.
BIOGRAPHY:
Maerae's birthright is the dirt. She is nothing, born to nothing, to parents who lived in the slums of Nar Shaddaa. Her mother died due to complications of childbirth, and so her early childhood was spent by her father's side in run down bars and the shipping containers converted into makeshift shacks. The man who called himself her "father" was a drunken lout who rarely provided for her, and so Maerae was often left to make ends meet on her own. She had to scrounge for scraps just to eat, and steal just to survive.
She was destined to be another lowlife prowling the streets, if not for her one saving grace: a strong connection to the Force. She spent most of her childhood unaware of what the Force was, and how she possessed a connection to it. Maerae always seemed to be just faster than those who chased her and just stronger than those who fought her, but she had always considered those things a stroke of good luck. The slight bouts of premonition she experienced were chalked up as coincidence.
In her early teens, in desperate bid to escape Nar Shaddaa and the lowly life she'd always known, Maerae managed to stowaway on a freighter leaving Hutt Space. She hadn't a clue as to its destination: Sith Order space. Not nearly as quiet as she thought she was, Maerae was discovered aboard the ship she stole away on, and soon learned that the Sith Order was far harsher than Nar Shaddaa had ever been. She would have been slapped in chains, living as a slave, had it not been for her strength in the Force.
Even so, as a new and budding Sith hopeful, she was still as a slave. The Dark Side promised freedom, but she was still beneath the heel of the Sith Lords who would rule the galaxy. Maerae spent six years as a mere Acolyte, scrounging for scraps of knowledge of the Dark Side, and surviving the harsh trials thrust upon her by her pitiless trainers. For six years she triumphed over her fellow Acolytes, through tears, and bile, and blood. Six years of pain taught her much, granted her power she'd never imagined she'd wield, and gave her purpose.
And now, at the cusp of starting her twenties, Maerae has only one goal: to break her chains, free herself from bondage, and finally obtain the freedom she longed for as a little girl on Nar Shaddaa. The Sith Code promises such things, and so a Sith she must be.
ITEMS:
1x Vibrosword
1x Lightsaber
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
Post the links and the titles to all of your characters Role-Plays. To make things easier, post the link and name here as soon as you enter the Role-Play thread.
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