Sintel Kay

[Ras'kala'han]

Sintel Kay​

The Sith Enthusiast​

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There are as many reasons to fall to the Dark Side as there are people in the Galaxy. It exists for all, an ever-present temptation. Some choose it for the sake of power, wanting to carve their names into history. Others find it a companion on the endless, fruitless quest for fulfillment in revenge. Some turn out of despair, hopelessness, or a tragic desire to commit the lesser evil to serve the greater good.

In all the stars, most beings hold too high an opinion of their fellow sentients to assume that one might turn to it out of boredom. They would be wrong.

Spoiler: Basic Information

Name: Sintel Kay

Occupation: Student (Bothawui University, College of Xenolinguistics; Formerly), Sith

Species: Zeltron

Age: Twenty-One (21)

Height: 6' 3"

Weight: 160 lbs.

Eyes: Gray-Blue (natural) / Gold (Dark Side influence)

Hair: Red

Skin: Light Pink

Build: Lean

Force Sensitive: Yes

Publicly, Kay - to the average person simply an itinerant archaeologist and salvager - presents a persona best characterized by the phrase "demure". He smiles, nods, listens and asks his questions with a honey-sweet voice. He negotiates, flirts, jokes.

This changes when he puts on the mask. When he slips into the persona of 'Sith', his demeanor becomes intense, bloodthirsty, and he stops taking "no" for an answer. He throws his weight around, and isn't afraid to let people know who's in charge. And it gives him such a thrill. This rush... the feeling of his breath fogging against the visor, his voice echoing unfamiliar to him through the vocoder, the pulsing of his blood and the sound of a blade making contact with flesh?

Heavenly.

Sintel Kay leaves no impression. When he wears the Death's Head, he leaves a trail of bodies in a straight line between wherever he started and whatever he wanted to get.

The humanoid before you wears a black, matte bodysuit - providing no protection, with a slight thickening in the soles out of sheer necessity to provide foot support. His skin is a milky shade of pink, smooth and soft, and a ruddy shock of wavy, magenta hair falls to his shoulders.

Slung in his arm is a helmet, a stylized humanoid skull, and daubed beneath his eyes is some sort of dark makeup. Slung at his waist is a vibroblade about as long as his forearm, and a metallic structure indicates some kind of wrist-mounted weapon.

He has a soft, coy smile. His eyes are bright with cruelty.

+ Mind Melder
Sintel Kay's natural Zeltronian talents of projective telepathy and pheromones have been amplified by his affinity to the Force, and his fall to the quick, easy path of the Dark Side has only strengthened this. The weak-minded masses tend to melt in his hands.

+ Beautiful and Beastly
For Kay, politeness, social graces, and soft charm are far from mutually exclusive with brutality and strength in combat. In fact, sometimes the two are indistinct - blending them together to find ways to fight charmingly, or charm savagely.

+ Truth and Daring
Kay knows that knowledge is power - and his fuzzy understanding of the Force due to his seclusion in his studies means that he lacks preconceptions. Throwing himself with devotion into his studies, his flexible mind allows him to quickly acquire new knowledge and understand the sorcery of the Sith with particular facility.

* Self-Made Sith
Sintel has no prior special insight into the Sith Order or its culture. He's seen it in museums, read about it, though his practical understanding of it is fairly lacking. He has no lightsaber or special knowledge... yet. However, his swaggering and posturing as a true Sith is a bluff waiting to be called.

* Split Identity
Part of the thrill of donning the Sith label is the fact that it's a secret, his secret. No one knows that Sintel Kay is "Death's Head", and he likes it that way. He loves walking through life, breathing in that sweet air as he drowns in the masses' blissful ignorance. Expect him to fight fiercely if that secrecy is threatened.

- Live Dangerously
Although vastly more powerful than the average individual, Sintel lives in a world of powerful beings - many far stronger than he. A tendency to overstep and overestimate one's self can easily turn deadly - and Sintel often gets in situations far outside his grasp.

- Kinesthetically Challenged
"Strenuous" isn't the best word to describe working towards a Xenolinguistic degree - and even then, Sintel didn't have much of an affinity for physical activity. Although he can be slippery, generally he relies on the Force - sometimes to the degree that one might consider it a crutch for when things get too rough-and-tumble. He's not strong by any stretch of the word.

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Notable Kills: Forthcoming
Notable Equipment: Death's Head Helmet, various civilian outfits, medium-length vibroblade, wrist-mounted contraband blaster
Wealth: Lives a fairly hand-to-mouth existence as a wanderer. Never has many credits at one time.
Ship: None.

Spoiler: Force Powers

Force Powers

	Offense	Body	Mind	Sorcery
Novice	Telekinesis, Inflict Wounds	Physical Enhancement, Swift Recovery	Control Pain, Thought Blast	Lesser Warding
Apprentice		Dark Rage	Affect Mind, Sense Thoughts / Emotions
Adept
Expert
Master

 

[Nisha Skaiyr]

[member="Sintel Kay"]

Ooh, this one looks fun.
Perhaps he and Nisha could meet?
She'd make a good foil for him.

Or, perhaps, he could meet with Darth Imperia.
She does like knocking silly acolytes down a peg or five.