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Sable Varro

A Vessel for Violence
Sable Varro
Character Bio


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Nightcall


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Deployment Location:

  • Primary Target Zone: Nar Shaddaa

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The rain came down in sheets, drumming against durasteel and neon signs, washing grime from the endless cityscape below. Sable sat on the edge of a high-rise, one leg dangling over the abyss, the other bent with an arm lazily draped over it. The drop beneath her was nothing short of lethal—one wrong move, one slip, and she'd be a smear on the lower levels before anyone even noticed. But she didn't care. She never had.

Nar Shaddaa stretched out before her in all its chaotic glory, a labyrinth of sin and desperation wrapped in bright lights. From up here, it almost looked beautiful. Almost. But she knew better. Beneath the neon facade, the city was still the same as it had always been—hungry, ruthless, and eager to swallow the weak.

She had learned that lesson young.

The rain soaked through her armor, cold against the heat of the city below. She remembered sitting like this before, years ago, in a different life. Back then, she had been just another ghost among the lost.

But she wasn't that girl anymore.

Sable tilted her head back, letting the rain patter against her helmet before exhaling sharply. She had no love for this place, no lingering attachments. And yet, something in her gut told her that Nar Shaddaa still had unfinished business with her.

She'd find out soon enough.

She had forgotten how much she despised this planet.

 
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Eloise Dinn

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Eloise Dinn
Character Bio
Nar Shaddaa was mythical in its status. The entire moon was one big steaming pile of crime and grime. It was a dog eat dog world, where the strong preyed on the weak and the weak preyed on the weaker. Everyone was anonymous here. It was a perfect place to go if you wanted to play hero for a night, no strings attached.

Eloise stalked the streets, a huntress tracking prey. She'd already taken out a man assaulting a woman in an alleyway and put an end to an armed robbery of a convenience store with her lightsaber. At times like this, she almost didn't know what she was doing... but even if she did have full awareness, she wouldn't have cared. These criminals were scum, the worst of the worst. They deserved what they got.

Deep in her berserker rage as she was, the Force guided her feet. She wouldn't have ended up on that street otherwise, just below the woman in the mask. Interrupting a gang war as she deflected stray blaster bolts with her blade, the green light impossible to miss as it turn the rain to boiling steam...

 
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Sable Varro

A Vessel for Violence
Sable Varro
Character Bio


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Nightcall


Tags: Eloise Dinn Eloise Dinn

Deployment Location:

  • Primary Target Zone: Nar Shaddaa

Equipment Loadout:



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Sable's eyes narrowed beneath her visor as she observed the scene unfold below her. The woman with the glowing blade was undeniably skilled—no doubt about that. But Sable's mind wasn't focused on that. It was focused on what came next.

"Hero for a night," She mused, voice barely audible over the rain. "You think you're the only one who plays that game?"

Her fingers twitched, testing the whipcord launcher on her left wrist as she considered her options. The woman wasn't exactly someone she could afford to ignore—not in a place like this. The heat of the battle, the flashing lights, and the sizzling steam as blades collided with blaster fire—it was chaos, but to Sable, it was an opportunity.

She moved with quiet precision, bounding boots clicking softly on the slick rooftop as she readied herself. She'd seen the type before. Someone out for justice, or revenge, or whatever else drove them into the mess of Nar Shaddaa's streets. But Sable was different. She didn't care about righteous causes. She didn’t care about a lot of things actually.

With one swift motion, she activated the whipcord, securing it to one of several struts on the roof, and began her descent down to meet the sword wielding woman.

"Let's see if you can handle more than just a fight with criminals," Sable murmured, watching as she drew closer to the exchange between the two parties. "Because I'm no hero."

 
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Eloise Dinn

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Eloise Dinn
Character Bio
A severed hand fell to the ground, still clutching a pistol. Eloise shoved aside the screaming Rodian, moving on to the next thug. Soon the street would be littered with bodies, all bearing the telltale scorch marks of a lightsaber.

As she stalked toward the last man standing, a prickle on the back of her neck alerted her to an approaching threat. The criminal took the opportunity to fire at her while she was distracted. She deflected the shot back at him, the bolt burning a hole through his head. Before his body hit the ground, she had turned around, ready to face the newcomer.

Whoever they were, she could tell this was no common criminal or petty thug. Their aura was strong in the Force... and decidedly Dark.

 
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Sable Varro

A Vessel for Violence
Sable Varro
Character Bio


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Nightcall


Tags: Eloise Dinn Eloise Dinn

Deployment Location:

  • Primary Target Zone: Nar Shaddaa

Equipment Loadout:


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Sable's boots hit the rain-slicked ground with a soft thud as she emerged from the shadows, her figure barely visible beneath the hood of her temperature cloak. Her stance was loose, confident—nonchalant, even—like she'd been expecting this. Eloise's sharp gaze met hers, and Sable couldn't help but smile, her lips curling beneath her helmet.

"You've got a habit of making a mess," Sable's voice came through the comlink in a calm, almost amused tone. The energy of the streets pulsed around them, but it was the woman in front of her who held Sable's attention now.

A lightsaber, a bloodied street, and a sense of righteous fury—typical. But that aura... it wasn't just the Force that called to Sable. It was the darkness woven through it. The same kind of darkness Sable had learned to wield herself.

"Well, it's your lucky day. I'm no petty thug either," Sable added, her fingers itching toward the concealed vibro blades hidden in her knuckle plates. "But I'd be lying if I said I didn't prefer a little challenge."

She stepped forward, her boots silent, only the slight hiss of the rain adding to the tension that crackled in the air. She had no intention of starting a fight—yet. But she didn't trust this one. And that gut feeling had never let her down before.

"Get all the violence out is your system?”

 
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Eloise Dinn

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Eloise Dinn
Character Bio
Sable Varro said:
"You've got a habit of making a mess."
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"Bish, you don't know me," Eloise shot back, holding her weapon at the ready. Not only did this masked hoe reek of the Dark Side, none of her one-liners landed. She certainly wasn't impressed so far.

Sable Varro said:
"Get all the violence out of your system?”
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"No," Eloise replied. With that, she aimed a blast of telekinesis at the backs of the other woman's ankles, hoping to sweep her legs and knock her flat on her ass.

 
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Sable Varro

A Vessel for Violence
Sable Varro
Character Bio


sith-divider-pink.png
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Nightcall


Tags: Eloise Dinn Eloise Dinn

Deployment Location:

  • Primary Target Zone: Nar Shaddaa

Equipment Loadout:


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The telekinetic blast struck hard—too fast to dodge cleanly. Sable's legs buckled beneath her, and for a split second she felt the weightless tilt of gravity claiming her. Her back hit the edge of the rooftop, and momentum did the rest—tumbling her off into open air.

But she wasn't panicking.

"Cute," She muttered, halfway through the fall.

Even as her body spun midair, her fingers snapped down against her wrist controls. A metallic clang echoed a moment later—magnetic boots engaging. With a brutal jerk, her fall stopped short. She slammed against the side of the structure, boots locking her into place halfway down the wall.

Pain sparked across her ribs, but she gritted her teeth and moved.

Using the vertical surface like a floor, Sable used the wall as a springboard—launching upwards back to her target, as she deployed her line launcher. Her silhouette vanished into the shadows as she repositioned with predator's patience, circling wide and low behind Eloise's position, as her cord connected to the underside of a strut, swinging up and behind as she landed with a thud.

No grand threat. No taunt. No dramatic retort.

Just a quiet voice, low and venomous, barely audible behind the woman now.

"That is a lot of hate you’re tooling around with."

Her vibroblade snapped free from her gauntlet with a soft click.

“Maybe we’re two of a kind.”

 
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Eloise Dinn

Bad Reputation
Eloise Dinn
Character Bio
Where did that ledge come from? Eloise's eyebrows rose as the woman plummeted over the edge, though she didn't exactly rush to stop her fall. Then, as the whipcord connected, Eloise's gaze followed her masked foe's arching ascent, watching as she landed behind her. "What's with all the acrobatics? Did your clown ass get lost on the way to the circus?"

Sable Varro said:
"That is a lot of hate you’re tooling around with."
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"Oh no, a Jedi who doesn't want to make friends with villains! Better call the fething morality police!"

Another telekinetic blow, this time smacking Sable upside her masked head in hopes of knocking her flat on her face. It wasn't so much an act of hate as it was profoundly disrespectful. She was slapping this chick around like she was a ragdoll.

Sable Varro said:
“Maybe we’re two of a kind.”
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"That 'we're not so different' shit won't work on me," Eloise retorted. "C'mon, poor little Sith girl. You started this, you don't get to be a coward now!"

Whether her earlier tactic worked, she was going to drag Sable toward her and force a direct confrontation, her blade waiting to strike at the woman's neck.

 
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Sable Varro

A Vessel for Violence
Sable Varro
Character Bio


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Nightcall


Tags: Eloise Dinn Eloise Dinn

Deployment Location:

  • Primary Target Zone: Nar Shaddaa

Equipment Loadout:


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Sable's head snapped back from the telekinetic strike, the force of it sending a jolt of pain through her skull. Her stance shifted, but she didn't fall. Instead, she straightened, a low chuckle escaping her masked lips, though it was tinged with irritation.

"Is that supposed to make me afraid?" Sable's voice was calm, unbothered, as her gloved fingers flexed around the hilt of her concealed vibroblade, ready to strike if needed. The taunt hung in the air like a challenge.

When Eloise tried to drag her forward, Sable's boots dug into the ground, resisting the force with calculated precision. She wasn't going to let herself be yanked into a fight on Eloise's terms. Her armor's enhanced agility allowed her to twist and step sideways, avoiding being dragged into the range of Eloise's blade.

"I didn't start this, you’re the one who threw me off a cliff," Sable said, her tone cold but amused. "You’re the one killing people here."

Her eyes narrowed, a flash of dark intent crossing her mind. "And I'm no coward. But I do know when to let others make their mistakes."

With a swift motion, she let her blade sink back into her armor. Instead, she remained unarmed.

The situation seemingly changed. “You’re using your rage against me, because you’re scared. Aren’t you?” She asked, a small degree of sympathy to her voice.

“My name, is Sable. I’m a conscript.”

Partly true, partly a lie.

Sable never had a choice to live in life, she just had woken up within it.
 
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Eloise Dinn

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Eloise Dinn
Character Bio
"It's supposed to make you shut the hell up and fight!"

This Sable chick reminded her a lot of her mother. Annoyingly stubborn, full of excuses, and always ready to shift the blame for her bad decisions (becoming a Sith) onto somebody else. Her attempts at prying into Eloise's history and motives weren't just half-assed, they were utterly unearned. But none of it mattered. The time for talking had passed.

With Sable digging her heels in and resisting the pull, Eloise simply closed the distance between them in a single bound. She swung her lightsaber at the other woman's neck, aiming to take her head off in a single slash.

 
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Sable Varro

A Vessel for Violence
Sable Varro
Character Bio


sith-divider-pink.png
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Nightcall


Tags: Eloise Dinn Eloise Dinn

Deployment Location:

  • Primary Target Zone: Nar Shaddaa

Equipment Loadout:


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Sable's lips twisted into a sharp smile, her eyes flashing behind her mask as Eloise closed the gap. The woman was determined—too determined for her own good. Sable's hand moved in a blur, drawing a concealed whipcord launcher from her wrist and firing it straight at Eloise's lightsaber arm, primarily her elbow.

The cord was designed to entangle and bind, and it was fast. If it caught her, it would disrupt Eloise's swing just long enough for Sable to dodge or counter.

"And yet," Sable remarked, voice dripping with dry humor, but the movement of her hands was quick and precise. Her foot slid sideways as she sidestepped the arc of Eloise's lightsaber, as she fired out concealed darts from her knee plate—ready to seize the woman’s wrist if the whipcord failed.

"Here you are, eager to fight, kill even," Sable chimed in. She aimed to disarm Eloise, moving in, and attempting to sweep the woman’s legs out from behind her. Ideally, she’d have the Jedi disarmed and on her back.

Though things hardly ever went to plan.


"What has you in a murderous rage this night?”
 
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