Syren
The Sulanen
Eariel Tauradun Sulanen
ALIAS: Syren
FACTION: Galactic Alliance
RANK: Rogue Master
SPECIES: Calnennore
HOMEWORLD: Gaeren III
ACTUAL AGE: ~950
PHYSICAL AGE: 30 - 40 years of age
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 1.8 m
WEIGHT: 90 kg
EYES: Green ringed in silver
HAIR: Green
SKIN: Blue or White with green tiger stripes
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, Light Side Alignment -- Complicated
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths (or weakness?): I can do anything mentality
Weaknesses: i.e. this is how you kill Syren
· Force Lightning, Stun Guns, and Blaster Bolts
· Submerge in bacta and kolto
· Lots of other things that I cannot think of at the moment
APPEARANCE:
Just shy of two meters and weighing around 90 kilograms, Syren is a humanoid with predominantly blue skin in various shades. Green eyes rimmed with a ring of silver are one of her most predominant features along with green hair and very angular, or wild looking facial structure and features. Often she is described as feral or disheveled.
BIOGRAPHY:
*Snow falls softly around the crimson clad women crouching over a small grave marker, a holo video of a beaming child twists and turns playfully.*
"All of my friends are dead." *Her voice is hushed as gloved fingers brush the marker.* "Does it even matter from where I came, or how I got here?"
*She drops her hand back to her knee, and rocks back on her heels. She cannot feel the cold.* "I was a Jedi once. I fought for people that I could not protect. But then I died, or maybe I should have died..."*she shook her head,* "... but no, I was a slave. A slave to a hutt, on a world where I could not survive."
*Her fingers tapped against the hardened leather padding across her knee.* "I was saved by a boy, who didn't know what I was, and who died for his trouble. His name was Braja."
*She raised her hand palm up so a snowflake landed on it, pristine and white against the black of her glove.* "I joined a rebellion against the man who destroyed my homeworld, and I forgot about the Force. I never knew if they won."
*She closed her hand around the snowflake.* "I took to smuggling after that time. We stole hopes away to give dreams to masses of people. Those were the best friends. I knew generations of them."
*A smile peeked through her cowl, revealing teeth far too sharp and skin far too white.* "But then I found something, something important that had been missing..." *A warm puff of mist escaped into the frigid air when she sighed.*
"I found a piece of myself hidden away in a rock filled with light." *Her hand dropped to her side where a lightsaber hung from her belt.* "And I flew off to find the New Jedi."
*Her hand fell to the ground and splayed out.* "I am no Jedi, I found, but I am not a Sith either..." *She stroked the marker again.*
"I had an apprentice shortly, in my own meandering way." *She looked sharply at the marker.* "It was against my better judgment. And in my exile I actually had two."
*She shook her head again.* "It really was a terrible idea." *She closed her eyes against the memory of corruption and betrayal.* "But only after I left them. Maybe they were not ready, but the darkness was growing and I was called to combat it."
*Her hand came up to touch her face. She could not cry, but her voice cracked.* "I was found then, not by dark forces, but by my own people. I was not so far gone into that darkness that I would be exiled, but by then plague was running through the galaxy."
*She lifted her hands to indicate her surroundings.* "I was stuck here watching my world collapse again but from the inside rather than the outside this time." *She sat back and hugged her knees.*
"Finally there was you..." *Her green eyes shone beneath her cowl looking at the tiny hologram of a young girl climbing a tree. Behind the hologram a field of small markers littered the snow covered ground.*
"We've all changed, noli'hi. And I can no longer see what is to come." *She bowed her head and let out a long sigh.* "But I have sat on this planet, hiding, for long enough."
*In one fluid motion, Syren stood from her seat in the snow. She turned on her heel away from the hologram that waved good bye as she walked away.*
SHIP:
To Be Acquired
FORCE POWERS:
*Telepathy
*Force Empathy
*Force Sense
*Precognition
*Force Healing
*Crucitorn
*Psychometry
*Telekinesis
*Tutaminis
*Force Speed
*Morichro
WEAPONS: Hands, feet, fin appendages and fingernails
"Caradhluin" - saberstaff comprised of
"Luinen" - right hand saber made of basaltic sea stone veined with cupric sulfate and blue bladed
"Caradhnen" - left hand saber made of basaltic sea stone veined with ferric oxide and blue balded
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ROLE-PLAYS:
ALIAS: Syren
FACTION: Galactic Alliance
RANK: Rogue Master
SPECIES: Calnennore
HOMEWORLD: Gaeren III
ACTUAL AGE: ~950
PHYSICAL AGE: 30 - 40 years of age
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 1.8 m
WEIGHT: 90 kg
EYES: Green ringed in silver
HAIR: Green
SKIN: Blue or White with green tiger stripes
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, Light Side Alignment -- Complicated
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths (or weakness?): I can do anything mentality
Weaknesses: i.e. this is how you kill Syren
· Force Lightning, Stun Guns, and Blaster Bolts
· Submerge in bacta and kolto
· Lots of other things that I cannot think of at the moment
APPEARANCE:
Just shy of two meters and weighing around 90 kilograms, Syren is a humanoid with predominantly blue skin in various shades. Green eyes rimmed with a ring of silver are one of her most predominant features along with green hair and very angular, or wild looking facial structure and features. Often she is described as feral or disheveled.
BIOGRAPHY:
*Snow falls softly around the crimson clad women crouching over a small grave marker, a holo video of a beaming child twists and turns playfully.*
"All of my friends are dead." *Her voice is hushed as gloved fingers brush the marker.* "Does it even matter from where I came, or how I got here?"
*She drops her hand back to her knee, and rocks back on her heels. She cannot feel the cold.* "I was a Jedi once. I fought for people that I could not protect. But then I died, or maybe I should have died..."*she shook her head,* "... but no, I was a slave. A slave to a hutt, on a world where I could not survive."
*Her fingers tapped against the hardened leather padding across her knee.* "I was saved by a boy, who didn't know what I was, and who died for his trouble. His name was Braja."
*She raised her hand palm up so a snowflake landed on it, pristine and white against the black of her glove.* "I joined a rebellion against the man who destroyed my homeworld, and I forgot about the Force. I never knew if they won."
*She closed her hand around the snowflake.* "I took to smuggling after that time. We stole hopes away to give dreams to masses of people. Those were the best friends. I knew generations of them."
*A smile peeked through her cowl, revealing teeth far too sharp and skin far too white.* "But then I found something, something important that had been missing..." *A warm puff of mist escaped into the frigid air when she sighed.*
"I found a piece of myself hidden away in a rock filled with light." *Her hand dropped to her side where a lightsaber hung from her belt.* "And I flew off to find the New Jedi."
*Her hand fell to the ground and splayed out.* "I am no Jedi, I found, but I am not a Sith either..." *She stroked the marker again.*
"I had an apprentice shortly, in my own meandering way." *She looked sharply at the marker.* "It was against my better judgment. And in my exile I actually had two."
*She shook her head again.* "It really was a terrible idea." *She closed her eyes against the memory of corruption and betrayal.* "But only after I left them. Maybe they were not ready, but the darkness was growing and I was called to combat it."
*Her hand came up to touch her face. She could not cry, but her voice cracked.* "I was found then, not by dark forces, but by my own people. I was not so far gone into that darkness that I would be exiled, but by then plague was running through the galaxy."
*She lifted her hands to indicate her surroundings.* "I was stuck here watching my world collapse again but from the inside rather than the outside this time." *She sat back and hugged her knees.*
"Finally there was you..." *Her green eyes shone beneath her cowl looking at the tiny hologram of a young girl climbing a tree. Behind the hologram a field of small markers littered the snow covered ground.*
"We've all changed, noli'hi. And I can no longer see what is to come." *She bowed her head and let out a long sigh.* "But I have sat on this planet, hiding, for long enough."
*In one fluid motion, Syren stood from her seat in the snow. She turned on her heel away from the hologram that waved good bye as she walked away.*
SHIP:
To Be Acquired
FORCE POWERS:
*Telepathy
*Force Empathy
*Force Sense
*Precognition
*Force Healing
*Crucitorn
*Psychometry
*Telekinesis
*Tutaminis
*Force Speed
*Morichro
WEAPONS: Hands, feet, fin appendages and fingernails
"Caradhluin" - saberstaff comprised of
"Luinen" - right hand saber made of basaltic sea stone veined with cupric sulfate and blue bladed
"Caradhnen" - left hand saber made of basaltic sea stone veined with ferric oxide and blue balded
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ROLE-PLAYS:
