Chaotic Evil
MAESTUS
FACTION:
Rank: Well-Known
Infamous
Wanted
SPECIES: Lethan Twi'Lek
AGE: She looks good for her age
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 145 pounds
EYES: Black ringed w/Red outer flames
HAIR: Lekku
SKIN: Red with Black, Sith Tattoos
FORCE SENSITIVE: Very
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BIOGRAPHY
The History of Maestus...
Ah, where to begin? Something as complex and convoluted a being as Maestus simply cannot be transcribed into mere words. Oh yes, we could try. Let's find some choice adjectives, shall we?
Alluring? Absolutely.
Devious? Without a doubt.
Tenacious? Viciously so.
Does that describe her well enough for you? No? Very well then. Let us commence with the words, shall we?
Maestus was brought kicking and screaming into being in a shanty on Ryloth. Parents are unimportant. As all slaves are. She was raised in slavery, though she outran the chains meant to trap her forever.
Did I mention the fact that she was devious? Because that is how she avoided slavery. She had a crafty and quick mind, even as a child. And growing up, she honed that mind at every opportunity, from a very early age.
Growing up, her parents saw signs of her budding Force Sensitivity. She was quite the adept at probing the minds of others. Neither parent was force sensitive, so they had no recourse as young Maestus explored her abilities.
By the time she was 7, there wasn't a thought her parents had that she did not know. She became a fine manipulator by age 9. Combining natural skill with her Force power enabled her to have whatever and whoever she wanted.
Needless to say, she frightened her parents greatly.
Her childhood was pleasant for her, despite the slavery her parents endured. She was largely left alone to explore, learn and grow. Grow, not just physically, but mentally as well. She strengthened her connection to the Force on a daily basis. Practice makes perfect, yes?
Though her childhood was pleasant, it wasn't at all innocent. She started her "experiments" on animals. At least, at first. But she soon found little challenge in the minds of most animals. So, as the natural course would have it, she graduated to other children.
Run, little children, run.
I digress, where was I...
Ah yes, her experimentation. By the time she moved on to children, her abilities with mental manipulation exceeded many Sith Apprentices with formal training.
Sith? Ah, let me tell you of her obsession with the Dark Side of the Force.
It wasn't by design or plan. It simply...Happened. Some say it was in her from the instance of conception. When the embryo sparked to life, the Dark Side was born in her. After she was born, and as she grew, she never felt a draw towards the Light Side of the Force. Peace and harmony just did not mean anything to her. Strength and knowledge fulfilled and enticed her.
She craves knowledge and information. Because those 2 things are the keys to power. Power of all kinds. And she is well suited to get that knowledge from most anyone. Keep in mind, she has yet to come against someone who can withstand her probing. That person exists, of course. She simply hasn't met them yet.
On to her escape from Ryloth.
Maestus had begun accustomed to lurking around the shipyards. A young Twi'Lek girl, no one paid her any attention, so she had free rein. And she took high advantage of that. She "befriended" many of the crew for the various ships that passed through. She learned patterns, routines and, most importantly, information.
Information she stored away for when she would need it. Information like pilots names, who they worked for and the cargo the ships carried. She didn't bat an eye when she first learned that her people, Twi'Leks, were the primary export. She learned who the buyers and sellers are.
She also learned which pilots and crew were in trouble, and with who. A slow smile and a flick of her Lekku worked wonders on getting tongues to wag. She found out a certain pilot was in deep to a Hutt on Nar Shaddaa. And she also made mention that a bounty hunter had recently taken contract for that certain pilot.
The pilot choked and sputtered. Literally. Because Maestus was holding a clenched fist up at him. Her slender shoulders shook from the unexpected exertion. When the pilot's face began losing color, she opened her fist. The pilot fell to his hands and knees, gasping for air. Via simply glared down at him ion disgust.
"I will take passage on your ship. Objections?"
The pilot's head whipped back and forth.
"No...No objections. I'm at your command."
And that, my friend, is how she escaped Ryloth.
Once free and aboard the ship, she turned full attention and power on the capitan. His name? Does it matter? In the history, it is the names of victors and conquerors that are remembered. Whispered with reverence and awe. No, the captain was merely a means to an end. It was he who taught her how to pilot a ship. He who taught her to navigate the stars and plot courses. An innocent look every now and then, not to mention use of her mental prowess, and the captain taught her everything he knew about flying, diagnostics, astrogation, repair and maintenance.
When she wasn't in the cockpit, she spent time with the small crew. They consisted of a Human maintenance engineer. A pair of Zabrak and Human mercenaries. The pilot was a Rodian, and an astromech brought up the rear. To her benefit, she learned their native tongues. Iridonian, Rodese, and the pilot also gave her a crash course in Huttese. It took a long, long time, but she was able to come to understand the droid's communication as well.
The Human merc took her under his wing. It was partly because she was such an alluring creature. And partially because she mind raped him. Actually, she mind raped the entire crew. Took what she wanted and needed from them, then disposed of them. The Zabrak and Human mercs were the first to go. At a quick refueling stop, she ordered them off the ship. She left them standing in the space port. Mouths slightly agape and eyes glazed over.
The droid was useful. A simple memory wipe and he was good as new. The captain, mindless drone that he became, she held onto for a bit. Maestus made sure she wrung every last bit of knowledge and info out of him she could get. Not only did he teach her piloting and the like. He also gave up all of his contacts and sources. She now possessed the names and info for a Hutt on Nar Shaddaa, a Bounty Hunter with origin unknown, and some scandalizing details of a prominent politico on Coruscant. She filed everything away for safe keeping, and to bring forth when and as she needed.
When the time came, the brain dead captain was sent packing out an airlock. Poor thing, he had no ZeroG training.
Wonder what became of him...
So, now with a ship of her own, she set course for Dromund Kaas. She knew, as everyone did, the SIth ruled there. With tempered excitement, she headed to her new beginning.
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Strengths: Mental Strength; Strong Force of Will
Weaknesses: Overconfident; Short Fuse, Tends towards Fits of Rage
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Ship:
Praedo Mundos
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Kills: Very soon...
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WEAPONS
Maestus Fury - Lightwhip
FACTION:
Rank: Well-Known
Infamous
Wanted
SPECIES: Lethan Twi'Lek
AGE: She looks good for her age
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 145 pounds
EYES: Black ringed w/Red outer flames
HAIR: Lekku
SKIN: Red with Black, Sith Tattoos
FORCE SENSITIVE: Very
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BIOGRAPHY
The History of Maestus...
Ah, where to begin? Something as complex and convoluted a being as Maestus simply cannot be transcribed into mere words. Oh yes, we could try. Let's find some choice adjectives, shall we?
Alluring? Absolutely.
Devious? Without a doubt.
Tenacious? Viciously so.
Does that describe her well enough for you? No? Very well then. Let us commence with the words, shall we?
Maestus was brought kicking and screaming into being in a shanty on Ryloth. Parents are unimportant. As all slaves are. She was raised in slavery, though she outran the chains meant to trap her forever.
Did I mention the fact that she was devious? Because that is how she avoided slavery. She had a crafty and quick mind, even as a child. And growing up, she honed that mind at every opportunity, from a very early age.
Growing up, her parents saw signs of her budding Force Sensitivity. She was quite the adept at probing the minds of others. Neither parent was force sensitive, so they had no recourse as young Maestus explored her abilities.
By the time she was 7, there wasn't a thought her parents had that she did not know. She became a fine manipulator by age 9. Combining natural skill with her Force power enabled her to have whatever and whoever she wanted.
Needless to say, she frightened her parents greatly.
Her childhood was pleasant for her, despite the slavery her parents endured. She was largely left alone to explore, learn and grow. Grow, not just physically, but mentally as well. She strengthened her connection to the Force on a daily basis. Practice makes perfect, yes?
Though her childhood was pleasant, it wasn't at all innocent. She started her "experiments" on animals. At least, at first. But she soon found little challenge in the minds of most animals. So, as the natural course would have it, she graduated to other children.
Run, little children, run.
I digress, where was I...
Ah yes, her experimentation. By the time she moved on to children, her abilities with mental manipulation exceeded many Sith Apprentices with formal training.
Sith? Ah, let me tell you of her obsession with the Dark Side of the Force.
It wasn't by design or plan. It simply...Happened. Some say it was in her from the instance of conception. When the embryo sparked to life, the Dark Side was born in her. After she was born, and as she grew, she never felt a draw towards the Light Side of the Force. Peace and harmony just did not mean anything to her. Strength and knowledge fulfilled and enticed her.
She craves knowledge and information. Because those 2 things are the keys to power. Power of all kinds. And she is well suited to get that knowledge from most anyone. Keep in mind, she has yet to come against someone who can withstand her probing. That person exists, of course. She simply hasn't met them yet.
On to her escape from Ryloth.
Maestus had begun accustomed to lurking around the shipyards. A young Twi'Lek girl, no one paid her any attention, so she had free rein. And she took high advantage of that. She "befriended" many of the crew for the various ships that passed through. She learned patterns, routines and, most importantly, information.
Information she stored away for when she would need it. Information like pilots names, who they worked for and the cargo the ships carried. She didn't bat an eye when she first learned that her people, Twi'Leks, were the primary export. She learned who the buyers and sellers are.
She also learned which pilots and crew were in trouble, and with who. A slow smile and a flick of her Lekku worked wonders on getting tongues to wag. She found out a certain pilot was in deep to a Hutt on Nar Shaddaa. And she also made mention that a bounty hunter had recently taken contract for that certain pilot.
The pilot choked and sputtered. Literally. Because Maestus was holding a clenched fist up at him. Her slender shoulders shook from the unexpected exertion. When the pilot's face began losing color, she opened her fist. The pilot fell to his hands and knees, gasping for air. Via simply glared down at him ion disgust.
"I will take passage on your ship. Objections?"
The pilot's head whipped back and forth.
"No...No objections. I'm at your command."
And that, my friend, is how she escaped Ryloth.
Once free and aboard the ship, she turned full attention and power on the capitan. His name? Does it matter? In the history, it is the names of victors and conquerors that are remembered. Whispered with reverence and awe. No, the captain was merely a means to an end. It was he who taught her how to pilot a ship. He who taught her to navigate the stars and plot courses. An innocent look every now and then, not to mention use of her mental prowess, and the captain taught her everything he knew about flying, diagnostics, astrogation, repair and maintenance.
When she wasn't in the cockpit, she spent time with the small crew. They consisted of a Human maintenance engineer. A pair of Zabrak and Human mercenaries. The pilot was a Rodian, and an astromech brought up the rear. To her benefit, she learned their native tongues. Iridonian, Rodese, and the pilot also gave her a crash course in Huttese. It took a long, long time, but she was able to come to understand the droid's communication as well.
The Human merc took her under his wing. It was partly because she was such an alluring creature. And partially because she mind raped him. Actually, she mind raped the entire crew. Took what she wanted and needed from them, then disposed of them. The Zabrak and Human mercs were the first to go. At a quick refueling stop, she ordered them off the ship. She left them standing in the space port. Mouths slightly agape and eyes glazed over.
The droid was useful. A simple memory wipe and he was good as new. The captain, mindless drone that he became, she held onto for a bit. Maestus made sure she wrung every last bit of knowledge and info out of him she could get. Not only did he teach her piloting and the like. He also gave up all of his contacts and sources. She now possessed the names and info for a Hutt on Nar Shaddaa, a Bounty Hunter with origin unknown, and some scandalizing details of a prominent politico on Coruscant. She filed everything away for safe keeping, and to bring forth when and as she needed.
When the time came, the brain dead captain was sent packing out an airlock. Poor thing, he had no ZeroG training.
Wonder what became of him...
So, now with a ship of her own, she set course for Dromund Kaas. She knew, as everyone did, the SIth ruled there. With tempered excitement, she headed to her new beginning.
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Strengths: Mental Strength; Strong Force of Will
Weaknesses: Overconfident; Short Fuse, Tends towards Fits of Rage
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Ship:
Praedo Mundos
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Kills: Very soon...
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WEAPONS
Maestus Fury - Lightwhip
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