Sinya
The Fledgling Sith
S I N Y A
"Beneath one face lies another."
THE GIST
Name: Sinya
Alias: None recorded
Faction: The Sith Empire
Rank: Acolyte
Species: Zabrak
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Height: 1.7m
Weight: 65kg
Eyes: Amber
Skin: Red
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Single
Birthworld: Iridonia
Force Sensitive: Yes
THE APPEARANCE
On the surface, Sinya is as ferocious as she is beautiful. It is all in the eyes of the beholder. Like any other Iridonian Zabrak, her crimson skin is covered in a variety of black tattoos not indifferent to those of tribal markings. Her face is of no different. The black facial markings frame a set of prominent amber eyes providing a stark contrast to her otherwise striking features, her gaze nearly always determined and fiery. A large pair of ram-like horns or orat, grows out of her head, one of the most prominent feature in every Zabrak. At the top of her head sits a knot of long shaggy raven black hair occasionally worn in dreads, their hue not dissimilar to that of the tattoos covering her body. Well-toned and with a good amount of curves, she definitely has the build one would expect of a warrior. She stands among average height for her species and she carries herself with confidence and demeanour of an experienced fighter, posture ever steady and unwavering.
As far as clothing goes, she is often seen in either form-fitting robes or finely fitted battle armour. She is known to wear tribal-like war paint in white on her face that accentuates her amber eyes outlined in black kohl that does make her appear to be more intimidating than she may actually be.
THE STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES
+ Agile in Body - She is fleet footed and is highly nimble on her feet. Acrobatic enough, she is capable of pulling off high leaps and acts that would otherwise require an extreme sense of balance. Sinya is also highly confident in her movements lending an extra edge to her actions in combat, striking her targets with conviction and without hesitation. Caution advised.
+ Pursuit for Improvement - A quick and dedicated learner no matter the subject, difficulties and challenges do not faze her. She is always looking for opportunities to grow herself and her skills, be it in blaster training and handling, martial arts such as Teras Kasi, or her new found aptitude for force powers and lightsabers.
+ Possesses Keen Eyes - Highly observant and alert, she is always able to pick out the most minute of details that the average person would normally miss in an environment they found themselves new in. With a sharp eye for picking up on social cues and other such personality behaviours, she is especially proud of this trait.
- Untempered in Emotions - She has always had problems with her emotions. It had caused problems during her early childhood years, and it was still even a problem now. Seeming to lack any sort of filter for them, she is prone to letting them overpower the logical part of her senses, fully relying on her feelings to make emotionally charged actions and decisions. These might often come with undesired dire consequences, but the benefits do show for themselves as they prove in several occasions. She is likely prone to being a loose cannon at times if she doesn't keep her recklessness in check.
- Slow to Trust - Due to her troubled past, Sinya has problems trusting people, especially from the get go. It does take time to earn her trust and for her to warm up to you. On the upside, once one earns the trust, that’s where they’ll keep it unless something dire happens otherwise. While she does tend to be loyal, her emotions still rule her mind which could possibly affect her judgements, all these while battling her inner demons fighting for control.
- Prone to Impulsivity - Ever since a young age, Sinya has been plagued by impulsivity, acting on a whim, displaying behaviour with little or no forethought or consideration for the consequences. Although this problem has considerably mellowed over the years as she grew and matured, it still exists and manifests itself in several occasions, the rashness in her always wanting to take the first step or make the first blow without clear thought. Although this is something she is currently working on, it is a long and difficult process with a long journey ahead.
THE STORY
Sinya was born in Iridonia, the native home planet of the Zabraks. She grew up just like your any other Zabrak child. She was taught to fight and handle herself in the vast array and variety of weapons and hand-to-hand combat that was essential in living in the harsh and unforgiving homeworld of the Zabrak species. Growing up as a child, some of her favourite stories told to her by her parents and the storytellers of the village were of the Sith, revered relics of times long past. The Sith has always had a positive influence of the natives of Iridonia, ever since they made contact with the High Council in the beginning of times. While those Sith may have long gone, their influence remained with the natives for the numerous years to come and more. To them, they were nothing more than legends and stories, a figment of the past. Two years after completing the customary rite of passage all young Zabraks had to go through, She’d been playing around with a group of friends when they encountered a large group of men gathered in a campsite near the area they used to play. Unknown to them, while they were watching the strangers, they too were being watched. A different gang swooped down on them, their intents hostile and malicious. The teenagers knew how to fight, and proved to be more trouble than the gang had initially anticipated, so they brought out their weapons, stun batons. As hard as they fought, one by one, the lifeless bodies of the young Zabraks fell, their unconscious young bodies tied up and gagged before carried off by the gang which in turn rejoined the others at the campsite.
These were slavers, simply part of a large group, a cartel of pirates and smugglers and slavers who kidnapped and sold whatever they could find on the planets they visited. When she awoke, Sinya found herself in the hold of some freighter, packed together in the confined spaces with a variety of other races, the majority being that of Twi’leks. All of them would soon found themselves in the slave markets awaiting their buyer, and she was no different. She and a bunch of others soon found themselves bought by an enormously wealthy warlord by the name of Ojenko Sullis. The Hutt was famous for his twin obsessions, deeds of the lascivious nature, and that of fighting for sport. Most of the slaves were segregated in one of the other, and very rarely was one selected to be in the service of both. She must have caught his eye in some way for she was picked for the “glory” as he would call it to serve him in both. In the day, she would fight for her life in an arena, slaying fearsome beasts or other slaves in a bid to stay alive. It was literally them or her, after all. There was nothing she could do about it but let the seeds of hate and anger fester and grow within her day by day. One day, she knew her time for revenge would come. In whatever spare time she had, Sinya practised her combat abilities, knowing that her skills were the only thing keeping her alive in her daily battles to come. First, she did so with just her bare hands, and soon enough she gained access to makeshift weapons and practised with those. The force had manifested in her in a number of occasions, but unable to harness its true potential and capability, her ability with it never truly went further than it should.
Ojenko wasn’t just a terrible excuse of a person, he was also miserably awful to work for and to say that he was liked at all, was a long shot by any means. It was only a matter of time before all the tension and outrage within the community bubbled out within the surface in the warlord’s estate. The opportunity soon came when a revolt started gaining momentum, and when push came to shove, the whole uprising of slaves actually happened one night. When some of the guards realised what was about the happen, they deserted their posts, deciding that it wasn’t worth losing their lives over someone they didn’t even like. Ojenko was just left with a small fraction of his army left to defend himself from the onslaught of slaves who had risen up against him. Sinya had been the one to end the warlord’s life, decapitating his head for her sheer pleasure. Several other slaves who had fought with her for the right to claim his life for reasons of their own had found themselves joining his now headless corpse on the ground drenched in pools of blood. No one was standing in the way of her getting her revenge, and getting it had been oh so sweet. Removing his head from his shoulders wasn’t the end for her. She had a trophy to take. The warlord had a mask he treasured dearly and forbade anyone to touch it but him. The last person to touch it had been killed for the transgression. There was no one to stop her now. Liberating it from its display case, Sinya gave it a glance through before putting it on. It looked good on her. This will do. She’ll keep it as a reminder of what power can achieve.
Through passion of living to see her revenge, she had gained strength. Through strength, she had gained power. And through power, she had gained victory on all the things that had chained her. With this victory, her chains were broken. Little did she know, the ways of the Sith were ingrained in her, and now it was time to seek out this Sith Empire. All previous thoughts of going back home to visit her long lost family forgotten. Only the journey to seek greater power remains. The dark side claims yet another victory. The world now, is as they say, her oyster.