Solanna Vass
Based Chiropractor
Solanna Vass
She stared at her reflection in the glossed windows as if to make sure,
moment by moment, that she continued to exist.
Sylvia Plath
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Name: Solanna Vass (Sohl-anna Vash)
Alias: -
Faction: Order of the Righteous Flame
- Rank: Indentured handmaiden
Currently Living: With Amelia Sorenn
Languages Spoken: Galactic Basic
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Alignment: Neutral Good
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Physical Informtation
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Species: Kiffar/Human mix
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5'4" (1.64 meters)
Weight: 99 lbs (45 kg)
Eye colour: Blue-Green
Skin: Bronze
Hair: Chestnut Brown
Scars/Tattoos: Pale yellow 'qukuuf' down the center of her forehead. Circular brand on her ankles.
Force Sensitive: Yes
Force Alignment: Light Side
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Strengths
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- Compassion: Although warped by the scars of war and permanently tethered to those that tore her away from her loved ones, Sol maintains a sincere sympathy and benevolence for the downtrodden and is, much to chagrin of her captors, always willing to exert her kindness.
- Nursing: Trained in medicine and curative remedies, the young Kiffar has amassed a considerable amount of practical knowledge in the care and treatment of near-human and alien species. As it stands, Sol is especially helpful at being a medic during war.
- Patience: A virtue she has clung to since her humble beginnings in her family's farm, Sol understands the importance of tolerance and restraint and will play the long con for considerable periods of time. She has no qualms waiting for the ripest moment to propose an argument or enact change where she sees fit.
Weaknesses
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- Broken: Fundamentally warped by the abuse and torment of her teenage years, Sol has been molded into a compliant and subdued creature with little to no power of her own. Conditioned to question her own thoughts and to never object the orders of those that own her, Sol is a young woman who has ran the entire gamut of gas lighting, emotional manipulation and torture.
- Defenseless: Sol possesses little to no combat training and any notion of training (force powers or otherwise) has been fervently neglected by those that own her. She only knows the bare minimum of handling a firearm and even then, her aim is untrue.
- Ignorance: A fact that has been dutifully exploited by her handlers since a young age, Sol has been fed a very controlled and contained perspective of the galaxy and the happenings within it. The traditions of her people have been weened off of the girl and any notions of cultural significance are discarded as unimportant and harmful to her personal growth.
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Appearance
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Slightly shorter than her Kiffar kin due to her human blood, Sol stands a head shorter than most and is often mistaken to be much younger than she actually is. With skin of pale bronze and eyes the colour of a tropical sea, the perpetually white clad nurse finds herself in a precipice between normality and a vague alien appearance. With expressive brows crowning doe shaped eyes and a slender button nose leading into pouted lips, the girl maintains a youthful visage that is framed by thick chestnut brown hair that becomes wild, curly and untamed when not properly styled. Marking the center of her forehead is a yellow qukuuf of the Vaas clan, a mark she received at the age of five.
Sol has a slender physique and her proportions remain slightly smaller than that of a standard near-human female her age. With dexterous fingers, pronounced collar bones, a dainty and scarred waist and small feet, the girl's form possesses small quirks that are easily observable when given the time. When clothed, sol opts for simple outfits, fitting for one of her low station. Due to her lack of presence in the outside world, the young woman dresses more for comfort (and occasional titillation for those that order it) than showmanship or practicality and is never seen without the tracking colour that graces her neck.
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Personality
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A young woman warped by the insidious conditioning of those that captured her, Sol has been manipulated and turned into a passive, fretful and tireless individual who has learned to loathe the biology she was born with. Although instinctively kind and gentle, the half Kiffar's innate goodness has been used as a weapon against her, with far more shrewd individuals taking advantage of her acquiescence. With the care of others taking precedence over her own well being, Sol has garnered a low opinion of herself and rarely, if ever, grants herself time to simply be. This severe lack of self esteem coupled with the rigorous manipulation by her owners has resulted in a young woman who sees little importance of her place in the universe, with many nights spent mulling over such existential quandaries.
Still, Solanna does hold on to the remnants of the girl she once was and scours the recesses of her mind and being to recapture the contentment and joy she possessed all those years prior to her capture. With a soothing disposition, perfect when dealing with patients in pain, and a penchant for exercising her kindness to all individuals, friends or foes to her owners, Sol has garnered a considerable empathy for all who cross her path. She is neither biased nor prejudiced and although such neutrality is kept silent, the girl endeavors to enact some small means of hope into a galaxy that has been painted into painful and desolate place.
In her spare time, a rarity considering her work, the girl absorbs herself in literature. Although her access to works detailing the history of her people and the Force have been severely limited by the Order, the girl still gorges herself on any morsel that may shed light on subjects left ignored during her formative years. She has garnered several practical skills due to her voracious reading and has mastered various incarnations of cooking, quilting, sleight of hand tricks and chiropractic techniques.
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History
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Little could be said about Sol's upbringing, for it was as pleasant, wholesome and completely devoid of any significant drama that may mar the childhood of a wide eyed little girl. Born to a human farmer and a Kiffar herbalist, Sol was actively involved in the comings and goings of the family property and tended to the vegetables and livestock the Vaas clan so diligently took care of. Days were spent frolicking through the evergreen fields and assisting her mother care for wounded or sickly locals and visitors and nights were spent honing the little spark of 'magic' that resided within her. Her affinity with the Force, while weak, was something that brought immense joy to the humble little family and was a source of pride to the wider Vaas clan.
Practice more and you'll join the ranks of the great heroes.
The elders would say, between squeezing her cheeks and feeding her as much food as they could fit into her dainty figure. Such was life on Kiffu and Sol engulfed herself in the wonder and majesty of a future her greater family had so vividly painted.
Alas, such pure things were not to last.
Some moons after the passing of her ninth birthday, the humble village was beset by the Order of the Righteous Flame in the middle of the night. It was a symphony of death and violence, Solanna's first introduction to the galaxy and its relentless cruelty. None knew why the village was ransacked, for none remained. The few that survived the burning of the village were sold off as slaves, many of whom perished several weeks into their torment. Babies were wrenched from the breasts of screaming mothers and men and boys no older than Solanna were slaughtered in droves, for what reason nobody knew. The hand of death took the Vaas clan that fateful night and the Order ensured the embers of their righteous violence scorched the very soil so that nothing could return. Gone were the evergreen fields and the choir of animals, replaced instead by ash and smoke.
Fate, however, was a cruel entity and it left one remnant of the village unscathed in the aftermath.
Swaddled beneath the wreckage of her father's barn and the moaning remnants of livestock, was Solanna found. A terrified and whimpering mess, the girl was dragged from her place in the earth and tossed at the feet of the cruel conqueror that laid waste to the land the girl once loved. She wept, like only an orphan could. Whether it was sadistic grace or simple pity, the girl's life was spared by the pale faced demon that had beset her father's lands. It was the pale faced demon, in fact, that would whisk the girl away from the home she once knew to start a life as a handmaiden for the inner circle of the Order. Sol was to be the obedient little prize, the sniveling child with broken dreams and a heart that swelled with an ache like no other.
Years past and Solanna came to know the conqueror as Amelia Sorenn, a woman who commanded a burning crusade across the galaxy. The Vaas clan was but a tear drop in the storm of death that followed the pale woman's hand and Sol, broken and branded, came to understand how little her family truly meant in the chaotic tide of the galaxy.
As she grew, Solanna's memory of the rolling emerald hills and the smoky scent of the village elders faded into mist of her mind. Gone was her effervescent joy and innocence, replaced instead by dutiful submission and a gnawing hatred of herself. She possessed the spark of magic her Mistress hunted after, the tether to the Force that Amelia decried as heinous and worthy of extinction. No longer did Sol chase the visions of heroism, for the only hero she came to know was the demon that had taken her family.
What was once pity eventually turned to possessiveness when Solanna became a woman, with Amelia claiming the half Kiffar as her personal assistant. Such a title was a mere mirage to mask the emotional violence and torture Sol would undergo under the woman's hand. Lust and violence came together as one when Sol was left within the chambers of the pale faced conqueror and there was little she could do to halt the increasingly delirious treatment she experienced under the 'care' of the older female. Eventually, Sol was given the anthem to her existence, the rules that governed the life she lived under the burning gaze of the Order.
You are mine.
You are to remain by my side until the day you die.
You do not possess the Force, you possess a disease.
You heal no one but me, lest you be bathed in fire.
These were Solanna's divine tenets, imparted from the lips of the monster that scarred her flesh and broke her mind. Refusal entailed violence and after several years the girl that once was came to hold on to the words as law.
They were there for her own safety. They were there because she was loved. They were there because Amelia was right, always right.
...Or so she was taught anyway.
