Sivora Raak
Character
Birth name: Sivora Raak
Faction: N/A
Rank: N/A
Species: Dathomirian
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Height: 5'11
Weight: 58kg
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brunette
Skin: Fair Caucasian
Force Sensitive: Yes
Force Alignment: Neutral, dark tendencies
--------------------------------------------------------Strengths:
+ The Wilds: Made to survive and become strong, the outback of Dathomir where the wilderness remained uninhabited and hardly explored was where Sivora learned to struggle and become self-reliant. Gaining a firsthand knowledge of how to hunt, stalk, and kill were key stepping stones in how the warrior was molded. Failure was not an option.
+ Balance: Lean, toned, and lethal, Sivora has spent a great deal of time honing her physical prowess and training herself to exceed physical limitations, and mental. Days spent hiking through mountainous terrain and through thickets of deep forests - nights without sleep to sharpen senses to listen to and embrace the world around her more profoundly. Meditation to fulfill a sense of striving beyond self-awareness, to be in tune with all of creation.
+ Warrior's Will: Stubborn, but not ignorant, Sivora is quite adaptable and tends to use more cunning than she's aware of; however, her judgement is sometimes clouded by emotion, causing a more aggressive response which in turn allows for an untapped reserve of rage.
Weaknesses:
- Temperamental: irritability is one of Sivora's shortcomings, along with constant bouts of negativity and pessimism. This puts her in a mindset of unease at most times, never trusting of another's nature until they are either dead, or she allows herself to get close enough to discover more of an individual's personal life. The dark side of the Force is a concept frequented by the warrior, allowing it to overtake her at times.
- Pride: Being quite a sore loser, Sivora doesn't take well to being surpassed or looked down upon. Being emotionally unstable amplifies this entitlement of deserving respect, causing her to be almost fearless in one sense, never backing down from a challenge or an opportunity that may benefit her in terms of reputation. This means she's not morally opposed to tarnishing relationships, and will even go as far as betraying so-called friends to the death.
- Warpath: Despite efforts to maintain a balance in self and of the Force, Sivora has always had a penchant for aggressive behavior due to a dysfunctional childhood and abused upbringing. This has ingrained a number of technical, psychological stresses that manifest through her urge to fight and conquer, feeling a need to prove herself so that one day she can be remembered for the victories and not her flaws.
Donning a suit of ominous plate accented by a large mane of hair cut away from a rock-lion from one of her hunts, Sivora is rarely seen outside of her gear unless she's resting or making repairs. Occasionally retrofitting her armor with modules and augmentations to better suit her needs, Sivora is more a minimalist when it comes to technology, relying on herself for most things. A pair of mismatched lightsabers are her weapons of choice, one of synthetic crimson and the other azure blue.
Underneath her helmet, Sivora's face bears a resting expression that would steer most away from the idea of conversation, yet it retains relatively attractive characteristics. A rugged beauty, as it were.
Biography:
- The Beginning -
Born of a family that she will never know, Sivora was a child marooned to the wilds of Dathomir, raised by the landscapes and all their bountiful knowledge in the forms of forests and mountains abounding miles, becoming the only world she would know as a youngling. Eventually adopted by a clan of Nightsisters, the unruly child was discovered to be uneducated, fierce, but was found wanting of flame - a twinkle in the girl's eye that craved power. A young life already grasping to the instincts of survival - a natural born warrior, but at the time, she was unprepared to take on the harsh reality of the nature around her, and the multitude of realms beyond the very earth beneath her feet. When approached with questions regarding her origin, the child could not remember. Amnesia thwarted her attempts to retrieve memories, and for the better.
Her birth-parents were a sort that dealt in business beyond their merit, scared and knowing their fates were advancing upon them with utmost urgency. Sith, they were, cowardly and thieving of their authority. They opted to retrieve their daughter, but to erase the existence of them from her life entirely. They didn't want her finding them, or what remained.
And thus it was lost to time - or never lost at all.
Months passed, and progress was a steady and thriving trove of knowledge being absorbed quickly by the child. Learning of the lands around her, embracing the ever waking presence of both beast and vegetation, but holding a deeply seeded pain within that she could not identify - the flame, it would cause her to become much more ferocious than expected, but yet it was anticipated to a degree. Control was the biggest feat to be earned by Sivora, to have dominion over the emotions that ran wild within her being, like the wilds surrounding her.
- Many Years Later -
At her prime, Sivora had evolved into something that would surpass even the parents she never came to realize. She learned to find a self love where they learned to die, a confidence to extinguish opposition - pride to flow like a river where her unquenchable ego was hardly satisfied with anything, incessantly seeking the next thrill or challenge. Transcending the planet of Dathomir and its wilds, Sivora learned of the nature of how many operated.The broken, the damned, the vile. A melting pot of equal parts corruption and those wishing to achieve utter peace, but the latter turning into more of the same before it. The hearts of all with power within their grasp - the Force, becoming obsessed with a perpetual feud that amassed more bodies than it did successful public relations or treaties.
Yet there was a reason to keep observing the galaxy in its current state, purely out of fascination and to find a purpose. Sivora had not found her place among the blades and need to leave a mark, uncertain of what was truly right or wrong. The thrill of war inspired her, yet the teachings of her surrogate family taught her of the dangers of giving in to desire, for it bore prices most could not afford.
- Present -
(To Be Continued...)
