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New Member
NAME: Selka Sitar
FACTION: None
RANK: None
SPECIES: Corelian
AGE: 22
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'0"
WEIGHT: 90
EYES: Sky blue
HAIR: Dark brown
SKIN: sickly white, but not pale white
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH:.•°°°°
AGILITY:.......•°°°°
SPIRIT: ........••••°
SMARTS:......•••°°
VIGOR:.........•°°°°
FIGHTING:...........•°°°°
SHOOTING:.........•°°°°
GUTS:..................••°°°
HEALING:.............•°°°°
INVESTIGATION:..•••°°
LOCKPICKING:.....••°°°
NOTICE:...............•••°°
PERSUASION:.....•°°°°
PILOTING:...........•°°°°
REPAIR:...............•°°°°
SHOOTING:.........•°°°°
STEALTH:............•••°°
TRACKING:..........•••°°
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STRENGTHS:
Alertness - Bonus to Notice rolls.
Linguist - Knows more languages and can pick up the basics of new ones easily.
Merchant - (Novice) Cost of commodities on the Master Trading Table reduced.
Power Points - (Novice) Base Power Points are increased
AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Anemic (Minor) - Has a hard time resisting sickness, disease, poison, or environment.
Broken Spirit (Major) - Captured, tortued or just plain witnessed too much, your spirit is broken.
Small (Major) - Toughness is reduced due to slight stature.
Thin Skinned (Major) - Penalties when wounded increased.
APPEARANCE:
Selka is a frail weak looking creature. Her long dark brown hair falls far down her sickly white back, she can usually be found hiding behind it when approached by others. Her voice comes out faint, and everything about her feels withdrawn. When someone shouts, even if it is not at her, she will usually jump and back away in fright. Her short height and low weight mean she is rarely looked at more than once and often confused with a child. She also has several scars that if questions she just shakes her head and changes the subject.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born to a corellian trader, Selka spent much of her childhood in space, not actually stepping planetside until a visit to the family brought her family back to Corellia. Now she was never hungry growing up, but for some reason, she was simply unable to gain weight. Muscle disappeared quickly, and she never seemed to eat enough to gain the curves most girls did at her age. To top the whole thing off, she was hopelessly clumsy. Clattering rang frequently across the ship any time she attempted to do something. She wasn't much better at flying a ship. Sure she could navigate a star map same as any spacer. Heck, she had half the galaxy memorized by the time she was 13. But in a combat scenario, she was worse than hopeless.
Soon she spent less and less time on the bridge with her parents, preferring the silence of her room and the friendship of her holocubes. She would read anything she could get her hands on. She studied politics, army tatics, beauty tips, recipes, and even some basic novels on the use of the force.Fascinated by the Jedi, the heroes of the galaxy and all her favorite holocubes, she began to turn her full attention to the limited items she could get her hands on teaching force tactics. She meditated every night, trying to tap into the ever elusive force that the Jedi referenced as their primary source of power.
And one night, she succeeded.
The meditative trance went far deeper than she had ever gone before. She could feel the ship creaking as it travelled through hyperspace. She could FEEL the ship. Every nut and bolt, she could find them. The clumps of dirt on the hull. The power pulsing through the conduits. Her parents relaxing in the game room. The gentle beat of their hearts as they casually chatted with one another.
It was with new eyes she greeted the world. Soon she began practicing all the things that you could read in the holos. Moving objects, sensing life, had she something to practice with she would have tried blocking blaster bolts.
The next time her father made the journey to the core system to sell some rare outer rim items, she convinced him to go to Coruscant so she could see the great towers of Coruscant again. When they arrived, and her father had completed his business, she waited till they went to bed, leaving a note she took what little savings she had, and struck out for the temple. She would show the Jedi what she could do. That she could be a great hero like them.
…
We all have our dreams, and our realities.
…
There was less light than I thought there would be as I exited the ship. This should have been mid-day Coruscant. Since the planet had been shifted position closer to the sun almost 800 years ago, there was more sunlight than in previous years, at least in the upper areas of the planet where my father usually got a berth. But then again, this didn’t seem like our normal berth. The buildings towered so high above me, it was a little intimidating. I was not going to give up though. The Jedi would meet with me, and I would show them what I could do. Maybe the Jedi life would suit me more than the merchant life had.
I wasn’t bad at trading, I just wasn’t good at it. I was tired of being a drain on my father’s resources, and the Jedi order seemed my best bet towards sustaining myself. I would reach the temple, or die trying. Well, hopefully not die. Maybe I’d get a waitress job or something.
“Oi, you’re a bit far from the upper levels ain’tcha girly?!” I heard from an alley I had just passed. Ignoring the men I continued on, keeping my eyes open for a functional lift to the upper levels.
“Oi didn’t you hear me girl?!” The man called again, this time from much closer. I picked up my pace, walking as fast as I could without running.
I didn’t even see the piece of rubble I tripped on. I did see the piece of rubble I landed on. I let a small cry as I fell, reaching my hand up to my eye, it came back wet with blood. Another cut. I wondered how long this one would take to heal. By the time I rolled on my back the voice had caught up with me. It was just one man either. It was three. They all wore black tanned nerf hide jackets and Corellian pants.
“Hello friends,” I squeaked. “Perhaps you could tell a fellow Corellian how she could reach the upper levels. I could make it worth your while.”
“Awe man, she really is a kid.” One of the men said to what seemed to be the leader of their little group. I was mistaken for a child quite often, so I was not surprised by their reaction, nor did I correct them.
“Yup” I shrugged. “Sorry, I’m only 13, not much I could offer you.”
“We can’t hand her over to Dab'godat.” The third said. “He said no more children, they take to long to get the investment back from.”
“We’ll throw her to The Brain, it’s almost time for that anyways.” I didn’t know who The Brian, but apparently the other two did cause they both solemnly nodded and reached to grab me.
“Um, there’s no need for this, really.” I squeaked. “You really don’t need to introduce me to you friend. Just show me where the lift is and I’ll be on my way.”
“Sorry girl,” The leader looked at me. “It you bad luck for being Corellian. The Brain hates Corellians. Only lets us live here with we sacrifice one of our number each year.”
He seemed genuinely sorry, I was about to try and convince him to let me go when he nodded at one of his companions. I went to turn around, and my head exploded in pain.
…
I woke up in a nightmare. The walls were red and orange, and moving. Pustels moved up and down as the walls seemed to breath. Worse than all that, I could feel something holding my legs. I looked down to see that tentacles had gripped my legs. They were dragging me across the ground down the hallway of nightmares.
I reached down with my hands, trying to claw at the tentacles with my fingernails. I had to get away. I did not want to see what was at the end of this tunnel. The moment my nails broke the skin, releasing a green fluid similar to blood, the tentacles spasmed, flicking out and suspending my body in the air for a second before dropping me. For the second time, my head exploded in pain.
…
I awoke still in the nightmare. Head pounding. My limbs were fully extended from my body, tentacles holding me aloft in a room like the hallway, but with a lot more of the tentacles. In the center of the room, where all the tentacles lead was a flesh covered box.
No, that wasn’t accurate, it was a cube of flesh.
A tendril reached out, caressing my face, though the action was far from comforting.
“You remind me of someone.” A voice rang in my head, far too loud. I screamed in pain. “Yes, you remind me of him. That man from so long ago. My brother. My savior. My friend.”
My screams were muffled by the breathing walls, but that didn’t stop me from continuing to scream.
“BUT YOU ARE NOT HIM!” I lost my breath as the cube screamed into my brain. “YOU ARE NOT MY FRIEND. YOU ARE AN ALLY OF THOSE WHO TRIED TO KILL HIM. THOSE WHO TRIED TO KILL ME! YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME!”
The tentacles tightened on my wrists and ankles. I could barely breath. I silently cried as I hung there. Why did I leave my father, why did I leave my life. I had had it so easy. I could have been a trader. The cube interrupted my thoughts.
“YOU WILL FEEL THE PAIN I FEEL. YOU WILL KNOW THE AGONY YOU CAUSED ME.”
The tendril that had been caressing my face slid down my body, sliding between my legs it slid up my back and attached itself to my lower spine.
There are no words for the pain I felt. Never before or since had I ever felt such pain. While it transferred its pain to my spine, it assaulted my brain with images of its life. Its birth on a ship. Its friend the human slave. Its masters, strange creatures I had never seen. Its placement on this planet. Its changing of the planet. Covering the planet with plants. The war. The concessions. Its masters leaving forever. Its friend comforting it after a lethal dart struck it. It waking up again. Alone. No longer able to find its friend in the force. Centuries of searching with no results as its anger grew and grew. Isolation driving it mad. Driving me mad.
For the third time in one day. I blacked out.
…
I don’t know how long I was down there. I don’t know why it eventually let me go. I remember it injecting me with something, and I lost my access to the force. I felt so empty without that connection. I could never be a Jedi now. Who would want a broken Jedi, driven mad by pain. I wandered the upper levels of Coruscant for awhile, barely avoiding being picked up for vagrancy more than once.
My walks were filled with rage. Rage at myself, rage at the cube, rage at those who had hurt it, those who had hurt me. I found it hard to distinguish myself from it these days. It always seemed to be whispering in the back of my mind. No matter how much I shouted it wouldn’t be quiet. I eventually just surrendered to the fact that I would have it in the back of my head.
I began meditating again. I felt so empty without the force. I wanted so much to connect to it again. It took months, but I finally found the thing the cube had injected into me. It had become part of my brain, but I could sense it in my mind, and when I pressed on it, my world exploded.
Gone was the cube, my mind was finally my own. I could feel the force around me like never before. My rage fueling my connection. Making it stronger than it ever was before. I could feel people moving miles away.
People stared as I laughed to myself. But I didn’t care. I had the force again.
As quick as the joy came, it vanished. The Jedi did not use rage to access the force. There was someone else who did though. Someone who used the force. Who respected power and rage. Someone who could one day help me get revenge on those who had wronged me, those who had hurt me, hurt my friend the cube. I would seek them out. I would have them train me. I would have my revenge.
…
It didn’t take me long to get a ship. Having grown up on one, I knew all the sub-systems required to steal one. A corellian freighter like my fathers was the easiest. And when I found one with a full cargo I made my move. With the force at my side and the cube to help me when needed, I made in with no issues. In 30 minutes I was in the air. A stop by Nal-Hutta netted me a change in ID and a refuel for my ship, and most importantly, information on where one could find the Sith.
SHIP:
Corellian freight. More info to come.
KILLS:
None, yet
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