Rys'sya
I -see- you.
Name: Rys'sya
Pronunciation: Riss-seeya
Faction: CSA
Rank: Dark Jedi Padawan
Species: Miraluka
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Orientation: Undetermined
Height: 1.57m
Weight: 49.9kg
Eyes: N/A
Hair: Brown
Skin: Fair
Force Sensitive: Yes
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Strengths
+Greater Force Affinity: Her race is already naturally attuned to the Force, but Rys'sya comes off as unnaturally gifted. She takes to new skills with the Force with an aptitude unseen by the average acolyte.
+Force Sight: Being a Miraluka, Rys'sya does not see in a conventional sense. She can see through the Force, being fully aware of her surroundings in a way that other Force using this skill couldn't hope to achieve shy of Master Level training.
+Calculative: Rys'sya rarely makes rash decisions, instead taking the time to deliberate multiple potential outcomes to any action to be taken, as well as potential recourse for repercussions of said actions. She plays three moves ahead as best as she can.
+Fleet of Foot, Speed of Thought: Rys'sya is quick, mentally and physically. Being physically weak, the best defense is in outwitting and evading ones opponent, be it in the physical, political, or study arenas.
+"Spell Slinger": So adept, so attuned to the Force, as long as both hands are free to use, weave, and manipulate the Force, Rys'sya is capable of evoking up to two effects of the Force simultaneously, as long as they isn't a significant concentration demand. (Eg: She cannot lift multiple MASSIVE objects at the same time, or for that matter, lift a massive object and evoke any other force power.)
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Weaknesses
-Physically Blind: Self explanatory. Racial Flaw.
-Delicate: Small, lithe. Rys'sya is not a physically imposing presence. Easily overpowered physically.
-Traumatized: The young Miraluka endured some horrific events during her training, some of which have left long lasting and far reaching results. Regret for some of the things she's done in the name of survival, the lives she's ended just to preserve her own... the phantoms Di not readily leave...
-Limited Saber skill: Rys'sya is not a great duelist. Her martial combat prowess is far from the top of the class.
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Appearance
Rys'sya is a visually unassuming young woman. Fair, quite lovely to gaze upon, her gentle, docile exterior hides the tormented soul she actually is. She carries herself gracefully, politely, like a woman of noble bearings. Robes worn are more for comfort, though their layers of sheer materials of the outer layers of the attire gives her every movement an almost ethereal presence wherever she goes. Brown hair is often worn free and loose about her shoulders, thought occasionally she'll be found with a simple braid down her back, or with the tail over a shoulder. She prefers the feel of lace upon her skin, and as such fingerless gloves and her 'eye' mask are made of the same materials.
Biography
Rys'sya was born Sith. She was raised Sith. She has no doubts in the end she shall die Sith. As cruel as she is lovely, from a young age she showed great potential for calculation of risk vs reward. She also showed an unnatural logic around wasteful efforts and actions. Witnessing the pointless cruelties of her fellow acolytes during training, Rys'sya would often inquire why they would slaughter so freely? "Because We are Strong, and they are not!" was a common answer. It was answers like this that often found the speaker held aloft in a sudden vice like grip of the Force, the diminutive female clutching the air in a claw-like grasp, while she'd get into a largely one-sided philosophical debate with the grappled acolyte.
She'd graduate from the basic trainings, top of her class in uses of the Force, in mental skills, and lauded for her loyalty to the Sith and the furthering of the goals of the Sith. The only complaint was her mediocrity with the Lightsaber. Her next objective was to seek out the favor and apprenticeship of a Knight or Lord of the Sith.
At least, this was her mission, until such Masters helped the acolyte realize her own fragility, forcing the acolyte to do some horrendous actions in the name of survival. And with the incredible mortality rate that accompanied being one so loathe to bring harm to others, she knew she wouldn't survive among the Sith, raucously if she truly wanted to lead a different lifelife. She has since fled Sith Space, seeking refuge and a new lease on life with the Queen of Commenor, [member="Lady Kay"].
At least, this was her mission, until such Masters helped the acolyte realize her own fragility, forcing the acolyte to do some horrendous actions in the name of survival. And with the incredible mortality rate that accompanied being one so loathe to bring harm to others, she knew she wouldn't survive among the Sith, raucously if she truly wanted to lead a different lifelife. She has since fled Sith Space, seeking refuge and a new lease on life with the Queen of Commenor, [member="Lady Kay"].
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