Ikaros
New Member
Name: Six
Faction: Republic, Jedi
Rank: Unranked.
Species: Human
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Height: 5"2
Weight: 112
Eyes: Left Blue/ Right Purple
Hair: Pink
Skin: Fair
Force Sensitive: Yes
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Strengths: Determination, Hopeful, Resilient in battle, Fast Learner, Rebellious, Adventurous.Weaknesses: Incapable of trusting people, Emotionally fragile, Inexperienced with real world, Paranoid (Hysterical at times), Depression, Uncontrollable emotions. Klutz
Apperance: Two piercings on left ear and one on the right. Undercut on the left side of her head. Roman Numeral number 6 on left cheek. Gear tattoos on neck/collarbone. Small frame, Curvy, Blue eye and Purple eye. Pink hair, longest points reach lower back.
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Bio: Six. Six was who she was, and is. It's all she's ever known. Born on a republic planet, Six was born in a small village. She had two sisters and a brother, but unlike the others, Six could use the force. Her talents mesmerized her family and other villagers. Even from a young age she had an advanced ability with the force, like most force sensitive children. Her mother knew that some day she would be recruited to serve the Republic, but before the girl even reached her third winter she was commandeered by separatists. She was the sixth of seven other beings were collected and grouped in a small facility on the planet Moriband. The group of kids underwent intensive processing. They were broken, tormented, and gave up hope of a better life. It was all they knew now. Many embraced the dark arts, becoming powerful with the dark side. Hate drove them. Soon enough, even her own brethren turned against her. Their souls a black and twisted as the night sky that loomed over their prison. Six had one purpose, they all had one purpose. When the time came, she would be released, and infiltrate the Jedi order. They were child soldiers and spies planted by the separatists. The hate that feed the children power didn't have the same effect on Six.. She didn't understand, Six hated plenty of things. She hated this place, she hated her life, she hated what her friends had become, and most of all she hated herself for being so weak. Six could not draw strength from her hate. Her anger didn't fuel her. She wasn't angry, she was broken. They viewed her as the weakest link, and saw it fit to punish her for her weakness. Now she was even being tortured by the only family she's ever known. After fifteen years of preparing for the operation, It was finally undergo. The small fleet of ships carried them through the galaxy. Their drop zone was planet Naboo, The start of the war. On the long journey to the inhabited planet, they were intercepted by a Zygerian slave ship. The Zygerian empire was thought to be destroyed, but they were slowly rebuilding. The fleet wasn't prepared for attack, and quickly were destroyed. The Zygerian's took any survivors to be slaves for their kingdom. Most of the squad had died. Only one, three, five, and six survived, and were quickly forced into slavery. The rebellious slaves went through something the Zygerians called processing. After his first trip to processing, three didn't speak for weeks. Six couldn't give up on escape. She constantly mounted risky attempt to flee the planet. She'd been to processing so much that she knew the guards by name. Her life felt like one bad situation after another, but she always had hope. Hope was the only reason she escaped. After hundreds of attempts to escape she finally executed the perfect getaway. She stole one of those Zygerian fighters and took off. After a lot of trial and error, she learned to pilot and jump to hyperspace. She didn't care where it took her, just as long as it was away. She spoke too soon. as soon as the ship came out of hyperspace, she found herself in a full on battle between separatist warships and republic gunships. The newbie pilot quickly got herself shot down by a droid wolverine fighter. Her ship crashed into the hangar bay of the Jedi cruiser. Out of the smoke and sparks, Six coughed her way out of the burning ship. Only to find herself surrounded by men in armor holding her at gun point. She held her hands up in compliance as she was lead to the prison until the soldiers had time to deal with her. After the republic drove off, the soldiers accompanied by a male Jedi entered the room. They find her sitting in the corner with her hand burnt her hand on the ray shield. She clutches it tightly to her chest as it trembles due to the searing pain that courses through her hand. The male steps forward disarming the ray shield and entering the room with two soldiers. The death wall activates behind him. He has a scar over his right eye, and a structured face. She hisses under her breath. He steps forward, "Do you want to tell me why you have a Zygerian fighter. The Zygerian empire was overthrown years ago." He questioned. The room sits in stark silence as they wait for a response. He makes a step forward towards her raising his hand, "You will answer my questions." He waves his hand across in front her face. Her mind felt cloudy, but she just stared at him. His blue eyes were actually kinda pretty against the dim light of that death lazer wall. He did it again, and again she felt confused but did nothing. "Well if you're not going to answer, I'll just have to take you to the Jedi council and see what they want to do with you." He placed his hand on her shoulder. She lifted her injured hand and pushed him into the nearby wall with the force. He smacked the wall and looked around the room dazed, either from the wind getting knocked out of him or him not expecting her to use the force. "You're sith!" His voice sounded toxic when he spit out the word sith. She flinched hearing him mention sith. "No- No I'm not! No I'm Not!" She covered her hears and shook her head back and left and right as if she was trying to shake out the memories of her life. He watched her for a moment in disbelief. Who the heck was this? What was her problem? Why does she have a Zygerian cruiser? Why did she freak out when I said sith? He puzzled the girl-shaped anomaly in front of him. He walked up to her slowly letting her get used to his presence the closer he got. He grabbed her injured hand and she flinched pulling away. He looked up at her, "It's ok. It's ok." He reassured going for her hand again. She reached her hand out tentatively placing hers in his. "I'm going to get someone to come in here and help fix this up ok," He said tracing small circles on her singed palm, "Rex. Get a medical droid." One of the soldiers saluted and ran from the room. "I'm Anakin," He continued to soothe the afflicted hand, "What's your name?" He arched an eyebrow. "I'm six." she spoke softly.
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