Personality
Charming and composed, Rio Naran carries herself with the ease of someone who always seems to know a little more than she lets on. Her intelligence is sharp and quietly confident, expressed through a calm smile and a touch of dry humor. Though she can be teasing and playfully assertive, it rarely comes from malice — Rio simply enjoys seeing how people react and what they reveal in the process.
She's observant to a fault, noticing the smallest shifts in mood or movement, and she uses that insight with grace rather than manipulation. Calculating, yes — but never cold. Rio prefers elegance over domination, precision over force, and conversation over confrontation. There's warmth in her poise, but also a reminder that behind every pleasant word, her mind is always working.
Biography
Born in the twilight years of the Galactic Republic, Rio Naran was once a Jedi Knight of quiet grace and fierce conviction. Trained during the waning days before the Dark Ages, she was known for her unshakable calm and her attunement to life itself. Naran served on the fringes of the galaxy, protecting colonists and lost settlements as the Republic fractured and darkness consumed the stars.
When the first monsters of the Dark Ages rose, Rio was sent to the Outer Rim to face one such creature — a Sangnir warlord who feasted upon entire outposts. She fought valiantly, her mastery of the Force allowing her to match the beast strike for strike. But even the light could not pierce eternal night. She was slain beneath twin moons, her blood spilled into the dust.
When she awoke, the galaxy was reborn — and so was she. The Sangnir who had killed her had also remade her, binding her to immortality and hunger. Her body no longer pulsed with the rhythm of the Force; it drank it.
At first, Rio raged against the corruption within her veins. But as decades passed and the galaxy began to heal from ruin, she came to see that she was part of its strange renewal.
She stayed beside her maker for centuries — first as a captive, then as a companion, finally as an equal. Under his guidance, she learned the Dark Side, weaving it with the predatory instincts of the Sangnir to create a power that was neither wholly Sith nor entirely monster. But Rio was no one's servant.
When the time came, she struck him down. She drank from him as he had once from her, consuming his essence and ascending as a Highblood Sangnir, a predator touched by the Dark Side and tempered by centuries of restraint.
In the long centuries that followed, Rio Naran faded from galactic sight. Some say she wandered the ruins of forgotten Jedi temples, collecting relics, datacrons, and artifacts to preserve the memory of both the light and the dark. Others claimed she built a hidden fortress where her treasures gleamed like captured suns.
Those few who encountered her spoke of a woman pale as ivory, her eyes burning faint gold beneath a dark hood. She rarely fought; she simply spoke, and the weak-willed bowed. Yet she did not devour all she met.
Many lost souls — Jedi exiles, Sith failures, refugees of faith — found her and were offered a choice: to learn, to serve, or to die. Those who proved worthy were turned and became her apprentices, Sangnir bound by oath and blood until they were strong enough to walk their own path.
Legends persist of Rio Naran's Horde, a collection of holocrons, Force-imbued crystals, and treasures spanning millennia. Thieves whisper of vaults guarded by the spirits of her slain foes, of corridors lined with relics humming in eternal resonance. Yet no one has ever returned from seeking it.
