Ror'jhan Siqsa
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Ror'jhan Siqsa
NAME: Ror'jhan Sisqa (Formerly known only as Grotthu )
FACTION: The One Sith
RANK: Sith Apprentice (once she finds a master)
SPECIES: Sith Pureblood
AGE: 17
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 154 pounds
EYES: Soft yellow
HAIR: Darker brown
SKIN: Light Obsidian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Inherently talented at sword based combat (Rather vibroblades or lightsabers)
+ (Race related) Highly force sensitive
+ (Race related) Naturally attuned to the dark side of the force and like the rest of her race in the past is almost symbiotic with it, able to feel it, feed off it and empower it.
- Very little control over the force currently/most of the power is untapped and is released in moments of emotional pearl. This uncontrolled power is as dangerous to her as to others.
-Extremely prideful both due to her racial heritage and due to the scarcity of her race in general.
-Emotional immaturity caused largely by her past and younger age. Can lead to sudden outburst of anger that can easily get her in trouble.
APPEARANCE:
Ror'jhan is a 5'9" female Sith. Her skin is some what rare amongst her kind in that it is light obsidian color (being closer to grey with slight hues of red) than the bright red her race is most widely known for. Her hair is down to the mid of her back, worn flat out and is black in color, sometimes worn in a pony tail. Her face does not contain any facial tenticals however she does have ridges of bone spokes going long her chin and throat forming a T shape of sorts along the jaw line.
Her outfit consist of her former masters armored boots, gauntlets, chest piece and shoulders made out of a basic type of steel (thus offering no real protection except against physical blades such as pointy knives and physical attacks.) under this would be a basic flowing black robe with matching hood. The cloak also had an extra piece of tightly woven clothe used to cover the mouth and nose to further hide her features from the public eye.
She wears the lightsabers taken off her master on her left and right hip, opting to keep them in there duel configuration instead of carrying it around as a staff.
BIOGRAPHY:
SHIP:
None, she just gets ride every place. Her old master's ship she sold long ago for currency.
WEAPON:
Ror'jhan uses her master's lightsaber which is a custom utility based version of the staff saber. In it's intended and original form it would form your average look, although slightly elongated duel bladed staff saber. However on the center part of the weapon is a three-button release which when pressed (and then twisted in opposite directions, to prevent accidental release) the staff breaks into two stand alone lightsabers which can be used for duel fencing or one put away for your basic single style dueling.
The sabers in this configuration have rather long hilts compared to your average single bladed lightsaber due to there origin as a staff weapon which allows for different types of attacks depending on the grip the user holds. For instance gripping low on the weapon would slow your strikes with it down but increase your overall reach with the weapon while holding the grip closer to the blade would allow for faster but shorter ranged strikes. In other words, thanks to the length of handle you can effectively use it as a long saber or make-shift shoto.
Ror'jhan herself however generally sticks to the duel bladed function with a standard mid grip on both blades. She would need further training to incorporate the full intended style of the weapon which in the end is focused a flexible and chaotic fighting style meant to keep the enemy guessing and on there toes until a hole in there defense is shown..
KILLS:
None outside her bio yet.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None yet
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NAME: Ror'jhan Sisqa (Formerly known only as Grotthu )
FACTION: The One Sith
RANK: Sith Apprentice (once she finds a master)
SPECIES: Sith Pureblood
AGE: 17
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 154 pounds
EYES: Soft yellow
HAIR: Darker brown
SKIN: Light Obsidian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Inherently talented at sword based combat (Rather vibroblades or lightsabers)
+ (Race related) Highly force sensitive
+ (Race related) Naturally attuned to the dark side of the force and like the rest of her race in the past is almost symbiotic with it, able to feel it, feed off it and empower it.
- Very little control over the force currently/most of the power is untapped and is released in moments of emotional pearl. This uncontrolled power is as dangerous to her as to others.
-Extremely prideful both due to her racial heritage and due to the scarcity of her race in general.
-Emotional immaturity caused largely by her past and younger age. Can lead to sudden outburst of anger that can easily get her in trouble.
APPEARANCE:
Ror'jhan is a 5'9" female Sith. Her skin is some what rare amongst her kind in that it is light obsidian color (being closer to grey with slight hues of red) than the bright red her race is most widely known for. Her hair is down to the mid of her back, worn flat out and is black in color, sometimes worn in a pony tail. Her face does not contain any facial tenticals however she does have ridges of bone spokes going long her chin and throat forming a T shape of sorts along the jaw line.
Her outfit consist of her former masters armored boots, gauntlets, chest piece and shoulders made out of a basic type of steel (thus offering no real protection except against physical blades such as pointy knives and physical attacks.) under this would be a basic flowing black robe with matching hood. The cloak also had an extra piece of tightly woven clothe used to cover the mouth and nose to further hide her features from the public eye.
She wears the lightsabers taken off her master on her left and right hip, opting to keep them in there duel configuration instead of carrying it around as a staff.
BIOGRAPHY:
Off in the far reaches of known space, well beyond the limit of what most of civilization would consider as cultivated was a small planet, perpetually covered in snow and ice. The surface was frigid, so much so that few but the natural species there could ever hope to survive on the surface for long with the only warmth found deep within the planet's recesses. It's name long forgotten by history, swept away perhaps by the perpetual ice storms that hammered the land. The animals that lived there naturally were as brutal as the weather and devoured all that got in there way as they fight for territory, food and mating rights: Even those of there own ilk.
However, even in this brutal landscape there yet survived a small civilization which had made it's home in dug out caves deep underground. A race thought long dead by some, spoke of as legends by others: The Sith. There numbers were extremely small, equivalent to that of a medium sized village by human standards and they lived by extremely strict mating laws to keep family bloodlines from intermingling and pure. They survived by will, law and the force alone and even in these detestable conditions they managed to keep the teachings of the old ways alive.
But, as was the fate of the Sith race betrayal and misfortune would find them. The first of two major events happened when a power struggle within there chain of tribal command took place, creating a small scale civil war. Many died but they survived and under the new leadership life went back to normal..In the end it was senseless ambition that ultimately accomplished nothing beyond satisfying a lust for power, but as is the way of things.
The second event, the one that wiped out this small tribe of Sith was the arrival of a stranger. A human male clothed in black with a scarf that covered all but his eyes descended into the underground after landing on the planet. The Sith knew of his arrival..they could feel his power and in return he could feel them, following the force directly to the village. The man was was surprised, to say the least at what he had found..a treasure he would call it, as he viewed them as precious relics of the past.
Two of the Sith men who served as hunters for there tribe, despite sensing the power this man wielded, attacked him ruthlessly. The stranger didn't even move from the spot he stood and ended it instantly in a blur of red that filled the air with the stench of burnt flesh, replacing the lightsaber back onto his belt with such speed it was almost as if he never drew it.
"Weak.." Thought the man known as Xerak as he turned his yellow hue'd eyes down to the two men he had just slaughtered. Being an extremely prideful race, the other members of the Sith tribe got ready to attack. Some with made weapons, others with force powers entrenched in the dark side of the force. However, they were all untrained..although they still studied the old ways there were never any masters among them to truly teach them, so there powers never came to fruition.
One by one the man known as Xerak would observe, estimate then judge the level of power of each Sith that came towards him and each one that he found unfitting he struck down without mercy. None of them had to offer the power of which he sought and within minutes what had once been a village was now a mass grave of strewn about body parts. Yet still, there remained one presence lingering, one especially strong in the force. It was this presence that drew Xerak to this icy planet in the first place after all. Slowly he made his way over the pile of bodies, into the house the power was emitting from and it was there that his eyes met for the first time, his future apprentice..his prize...his relic..his Slave. A young girl, not even eight years of age yet stood there glaring at Xerak. Not an ounce of fear..just sheer hatred.
Xerak kneeled down to look the child in the eyes as he smirked with a twisted grin under his robed face. "Do you wish to kill me, little one? Do you hate me?" He asked the child while also offering the hilt of his lightsaber to her. The young Sith girl continued to glare and as her hatred grew the offered lightsaber flew from Xerak's hands into hers, igniting the blade and a pitiful attempt to swing for his neck.
Laughing Xerak used the force to throw her back into a rock wall, pressing her hard against it and causing her to drop the lightsaber to the ground. "Good....but you don't know true hatred. You are weak. Worry not though child...soon you WILL know the true meaning of hatred..and it will make you powerful." Xerak spoke in a melodic tone as he used his free hand to send a wave of force lightning into the small child's body, causing her to writhe in pain. It was the first of many lessons to come.
Over the next year Xerak tortured and experimented on the young Sith child, giving her minimum training in return. At most, he would teach her to properly wield a lightsaber but made sure never to teach her how to properly harness the force. He even stripped her of her name, replacing it with the term "Grotthu" which, in the Sith tongue meant slave. The truth he had discovered the treasures the Sith had with them. Holocrons, text depicting sorcery..all things to grow his power. He was merely using the girl to help him understand the Sith language and as a toy to take his frustrations out on..and she knew it too.
The small Sith child however learned much more from her master than he had ever intended. She had learned patience, planning and the value of pure hatred. She learned, the history of the galaxy, the plague and the wars. But most importantly she learned of his vital weakness: He did not view her as a threat. He believed she could do no harm to him. It was then she started forming a plan for her revenge.
Over the next few months every time she would go out hunting to find her and her master food, she would also scavenge for some local plants that grew just under the surface. Her and her people had learned long ago that despite the good looks of the root-based plant that it would bring paralysis and death within minutes of ingesting..however her master, in his arrogant ways did not know such a thing.
When she had enough she grounded it into an extremely find powder and stuffed the meat with it, cooking it into the flesh. By the time Xerak realized something was wrong and that he was poisoned it was far too late. He attempted to use the force to choke the child but he was far too weak from the paralyzing effect. Casually walking over, she leaned down and picked the lightsaber off his side and studied the weapon. It was a modified version of a staff saber, with three buttons on the side that allowed it to release into standard single bladed sabers for duel wielded use.
Looking down at Xerak she knew it wouldn't take long for one as powerful as him to recover. A man such as him would not simply die to a poison..she knew that well. So she placed the tip of the blade to his temple, looking into his eyes and said.."The name..is Ror'jhan ..Siqsa. The first part basically means "She who poisons.." ..the last part means "Demon" in your tongue..You'd have done well to learn that as you pilliaged our history.." She purred in a cold tone before igniting the lightsaber and ending his life in an instant.
putting the weapon on her side she looked down at her former masters body and decided to take his robes as well. A reminder of her hatred and where she came from. But despite her victory, she felt..empty. She knew that she was still weak..she had killed him through trickery..not strength or skill and it left her..wanting. She recalled the stories and lessons of history, one of the few things he had taught her well. He spoke of the place he came from, an empire of people strong in the force as he had been..A place she perhaps could get strong.
With that desire in mind she used her dead master's ship to escape her home planet (after a few weeks of learning how to pilot it) and over the next few years traveled the galaxy learning about it, the state of affairs, different species and using her blade skills to survive. She quickly learned on her travels towards the sith empire however to keep her racial identity a secret when possible..it seemed due to her rarity many species attempted to use her or start trouble trying to kidnap her, which rarely ended well. She survived by doing odd jobs on the side or killing and taking what she needed. She traded her masters ship in for currency as well, taking to stowing away or hitchhiking to travel around.
Today, Ror'jhan's 17th birthday however is the day she finally entered into her destination..the territory of the modern Sith empire known only as "The one sith." Soon..she thought to herself. Power was within her grasp..her patience would soon pay off.
However, even in this brutal landscape there yet survived a small civilization which had made it's home in dug out caves deep underground. A race thought long dead by some, spoke of as legends by others: The Sith. There numbers were extremely small, equivalent to that of a medium sized village by human standards and they lived by extremely strict mating laws to keep family bloodlines from intermingling and pure. They survived by will, law and the force alone and even in these detestable conditions they managed to keep the teachings of the old ways alive.
But, as was the fate of the Sith race betrayal and misfortune would find them. The first of two major events happened when a power struggle within there chain of tribal command took place, creating a small scale civil war. Many died but they survived and under the new leadership life went back to normal..In the end it was senseless ambition that ultimately accomplished nothing beyond satisfying a lust for power, but as is the way of things.
The second event, the one that wiped out this small tribe of Sith was the arrival of a stranger. A human male clothed in black with a scarf that covered all but his eyes descended into the underground after landing on the planet. The Sith knew of his arrival..they could feel his power and in return he could feel them, following the force directly to the village. The man was was surprised, to say the least at what he had found..a treasure he would call it, as he viewed them as precious relics of the past.
Two of the Sith men who served as hunters for there tribe, despite sensing the power this man wielded, attacked him ruthlessly. The stranger didn't even move from the spot he stood and ended it instantly in a blur of red that filled the air with the stench of burnt flesh, replacing the lightsaber back onto his belt with such speed it was almost as if he never drew it.
"Weak.." Thought the man known as Xerak as he turned his yellow hue'd eyes down to the two men he had just slaughtered. Being an extremely prideful race, the other members of the Sith tribe got ready to attack. Some with made weapons, others with force powers entrenched in the dark side of the force. However, they were all untrained..although they still studied the old ways there were never any masters among them to truly teach them, so there powers never came to fruition.
One by one the man known as Xerak would observe, estimate then judge the level of power of each Sith that came towards him and each one that he found unfitting he struck down without mercy. None of them had to offer the power of which he sought and within minutes what had once been a village was now a mass grave of strewn about body parts. Yet still, there remained one presence lingering, one especially strong in the force. It was this presence that drew Xerak to this icy planet in the first place after all. Slowly he made his way over the pile of bodies, into the house the power was emitting from and it was there that his eyes met for the first time, his future apprentice..his prize...his relic..his Slave. A young girl, not even eight years of age yet stood there glaring at Xerak. Not an ounce of fear..just sheer hatred.
Xerak kneeled down to look the child in the eyes as he smirked with a twisted grin under his robed face. "Do you wish to kill me, little one? Do you hate me?" He asked the child while also offering the hilt of his lightsaber to her. The young Sith girl continued to glare and as her hatred grew the offered lightsaber flew from Xerak's hands into hers, igniting the blade and a pitiful attempt to swing for his neck.
Laughing Xerak used the force to throw her back into a rock wall, pressing her hard against it and causing her to drop the lightsaber to the ground. "Good....but you don't know true hatred. You are weak. Worry not though child...soon you WILL know the true meaning of hatred..and it will make you powerful." Xerak spoke in a melodic tone as he used his free hand to send a wave of force lightning into the small child's body, causing her to writhe in pain. It was the first of many lessons to come.
Over the next year Xerak tortured and experimented on the young Sith child, giving her minimum training in return. At most, he would teach her to properly wield a lightsaber but made sure never to teach her how to properly harness the force. He even stripped her of her name, replacing it with the term "Grotthu" which, in the Sith tongue meant slave. The truth he had discovered the treasures the Sith had with them. Holocrons, text depicting sorcery..all things to grow his power. He was merely using the girl to help him understand the Sith language and as a toy to take his frustrations out on..and she knew it too.
The small Sith child however learned much more from her master than he had ever intended. She had learned patience, planning and the value of pure hatred. She learned, the history of the galaxy, the plague and the wars. But most importantly she learned of his vital weakness: He did not view her as a threat. He believed she could do no harm to him. It was then she started forming a plan for her revenge.
Over the next few months every time she would go out hunting to find her and her master food, she would also scavenge for some local plants that grew just under the surface. Her and her people had learned long ago that despite the good looks of the root-based plant that it would bring paralysis and death within minutes of ingesting..however her master, in his arrogant ways did not know such a thing.
When she had enough she grounded it into an extremely find powder and stuffed the meat with it, cooking it into the flesh. By the time Xerak realized something was wrong and that he was poisoned it was far too late. He attempted to use the force to choke the child but he was far too weak from the paralyzing effect. Casually walking over, she leaned down and picked the lightsaber off his side and studied the weapon. It was a modified version of a staff saber, with three buttons on the side that allowed it to release into standard single bladed sabers for duel wielded use.
Looking down at Xerak she knew it wouldn't take long for one as powerful as him to recover. A man such as him would not simply die to a poison..she knew that well. So she placed the tip of the blade to his temple, looking into his eyes and said.."The name..is Ror'jhan ..Siqsa. The first part basically means "She who poisons.." ..the last part means "Demon" in your tongue..You'd have done well to learn that as you pilliaged our history.." She purred in a cold tone before igniting the lightsaber and ending his life in an instant.
putting the weapon on her side she looked down at her former masters body and decided to take his robes as well. A reminder of her hatred and where she came from. But despite her victory, she felt..empty. She knew that she was still weak..she had killed him through trickery..not strength or skill and it left her..wanting. She recalled the stories and lessons of history, one of the few things he had taught her well. He spoke of the place he came from, an empire of people strong in the force as he had been..A place she perhaps could get strong.
With that desire in mind she used her dead master's ship to escape her home planet (after a few weeks of learning how to pilot it) and over the next few years traveled the galaxy learning about it, the state of affairs, different species and using her blade skills to survive. She quickly learned on her travels towards the sith empire however to keep her racial identity a secret when possible..it seemed due to her rarity many species attempted to use her or start trouble trying to kidnap her, which rarely ended well. She survived by doing odd jobs on the side or killing and taking what she needed. She traded her masters ship in for currency as well, taking to stowing away or hitchhiking to travel around.
Today, Ror'jhan's 17th birthday however is the day she finally entered into her destination..the territory of the modern Sith empire known only as "The one sith." Soon..she thought to herself. Power was within her grasp..her patience would soon pay off.
Although she had found herself in One Sith territory as it turned out, actually finding the group or at least anyone of import within the group was more challenging than expected. As Ror'jhan continued her search for the group of Sith over the next few weeks, she underwent a strange change within herself. Ror'jhan's normally silent mind was unsettled and plagued with a repetitive dream which stalked her night by night along with strange urging both physical and ethereal to seek out the location within the dream. Although she attempted to brush it off and ignore it at first, the pulling and desire to follow it grew stronger day by day until the point Ror'jhan simply could no longer resist.
Although she had no clue of her end destination she knew the direction and like a migrating bird guided herself to her destination, a planet infused with the force in it's purest form, rich of both light and dark: The planet known as Dagobah. From the very moment she stepped out unto the marsh lands (which were veiled in heavy fog,) she could feel the intensity of the force around her. Although Ror'jha had no clue how to harness it just yet..she knew she was in the correct place.
Although she had no clue of her end destination she knew the direction and like a migrating bird guided herself to her destination, a planet infused with the force in it's purest form, rich of both light and dark: The planet known as Dagobah. From the very moment she stepped out unto the marsh lands (which were veiled in heavy fog,) she could feel the intensity of the force around her. Although Ror'jha had no clue how to harness it just yet..she knew she was in the correct place.
SHIP:
None, she just gets ride every place. Her old master's ship she sold long ago for currency.
WEAPON:
Ror'jhan uses her master's lightsaber which is a custom utility based version of the staff saber. In it's intended and original form it would form your average look, although slightly elongated duel bladed staff saber. However on the center part of the weapon is a three-button release which when pressed (and then twisted in opposite directions, to prevent accidental release) the staff breaks into two stand alone lightsabers which can be used for duel fencing or one put away for your basic single style dueling.
The sabers in this configuration have rather long hilts compared to your average single bladed lightsaber due to there origin as a staff weapon which allows for different types of attacks depending on the grip the user holds. For instance gripping low on the weapon would slow your strikes with it down but increase your overall reach with the weapon while holding the grip closer to the blade would allow for faster but shorter ranged strikes. In other words, thanks to the length of handle you can effectively use it as a long saber or make-shift shoto.
Ror'jhan herself however generally sticks to the duel bladed function with a standard mid grip on both blades. She would need further training to incorporate the full intended style of the weapon which in the end is focused a flexible and chaotic fighting style meant to keep the enemy guessing and on there toes until a hole in there defense is shown..
KILLS:
None outside her bio yet.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None yet
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ROLE-PLAYS:
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