Unreviewed Matasvintha

[Vexorion]

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OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

• Intent: Create an NPC Daughter (RP Purposes / ARC)
• Image Credit: LINK
• Role: Daughter
• Permissions: N/A
• Links: N/A

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

• Age: 10
• Force Sensitivity: Untrained Force Sensitive
• Species: Felacatian
• Appearance:
  • She has short, pink hair where she normally wears flowers in it. She has an athletic build over a strong framed body. She is short for her age, in terms of her species, and possesses the typical average weight for both her size and age.

SOCIAL INFORMATION

• Name: Matasvintha
  • Lady M.
  • Lil Brat
• Loyalties: Vexorion
• Wealth: Not Wealthy at All. {She does have a secret stash her father doesn't know about)
• Notable Possessions:
  • A Wookie Plush Teddy Bear (named Abby)
  • A dull, ceremonial dagger
  • A few books about anatomy (varying species)
• Skills:
  • Computers
  • Lockpicking
  • Botany
• Languages: Basic and Huttese
• Personality:
  • Matasvintha carries herself with a haughty air that makes it clear she believes the world exists to serve her whims. Her self-centered nature is evident in every gesture and word, as if others' needs and thoughts are little more than background noise to her own desires. Beneath the polished exterior, a passive-aggressive streak festers, turning slight slights or inconveniences into cutting remarks delivered with an insidious sweetness. Coupled with a rigid superiority complex, she regards most people as inherently inferior, her confidence bordering on arrogance, and she has little patience for those who fail to recognize her self-assigned authority or brilliance.

COMBAT INFORMATION

• Weapon of Choice:
  • Teeth & Claws
• Combat Function: She is definitely a liability (for now)
• Force Abilities (Force Users Only): Telepathy & Telekinesis (Weak)

Strengths:

• Sneaky
  
  • Matasvintha's small stature gives her a natural advantage in stealth, allowing her to slip into spaces where full-sized adults could never follow. Her movements are deliberate and quiet, honed to perfection, making her presence almost imperceptible until it is far too late. This uncanny ability lets her be exactly where she shouldn't, observing or influencing events without anyone suspecting her intrusion.
• Intelligence
  
  • Matasvintha possesses a sharp, calculating mind that allows her to see patterns and connections others often overlook. Her intelligence is both strategic and adaptive, enabling her to manipulate situations to her advantage with subtlety and precision. She combines keen observation with quick reasoning, making her capable of planning several steps ahead of anyone around her.

Weaknesses:

• Childish
  
  • Despite her intelligence and cunning, Matasvintha often reveals a childish streak, prone to sudden temper tantrums when things don't go her way. Her verbal lash-outs are sharp and cutting, a storm of words unleashed without warning. She has little respect for authority, instinctively resisting or shunning figures of power, treating rules and commands as obstacles to be mocked or ignored rather than followed.
• Arrogant
  
  • Matasvintha exudes an almost palpable arrogance, convinced of her own superiority in every situation. She dismisses others' opinions and abilities with barely concealed disdain, seeing most as unworthy of her attention or respect. Her confidence often borders on hubris, making her sure that her way is not only best, but the only way that matters.

HISTORICAL INFORMATION

Matasvintha's early life was forged in hardship and cruelty, a childhood stolen by the chains of slavery. Born to Vexorion and a mother lost to obscurity, she was thrust into the world of servitude far too young, learning to navigate fear, deception, and obedience long before most children could comprehend such concepts. As a serving girl to the slavers' guests, she was constantly mocked and belittled, her Felacatian heritage the source of endless ridicule and cruel amusement. Each day was a lesson in survival, teaching her to hide her thoughts, sharpen her senses, and endure with quiet cunning; a foundation that would later temper her ruthlessness.

Despite the brutality surrounding her, a rare bond grew between Matasvintha and her father, Vexorion, a connection built on recognition and understanding that transcended the cruelty of their environment. He saw in her potential and spirit, a reflection of his own meticulous mind and unwavering will, and she clung to his presence as both shield and guide. Their time together was brief yet profound, a sanctuary amid the shadows of her servitude, and when she was torn away to another world under the supervision of one of the slave masters, the loss fueled a simmering defiance within her. She rebelled whenever she could, small acts of sabotage and insubordination a constant thorn in the side of those who sought to break her spirit.

When Vexorion finally rescued her, the reunion did not simply bring relief; it ignited a singular purpose within Matasvintha. She vowed to study her father, to learn from his precision, his patience, and his cold efficiency, seeing in him the model of what she must become. From that day forward, she dedicated herself to growing into a shadow as lethal and calculating as he was; a predator trained in the art of assassination, a killer honed by survival, whose childhood had been stolen only to fuel a relentless pursuit of mastery and power.