Antoir Setrrin
I've Met My End
Once a mortal.
Now nothing but a monster.
A blade, a tool.
NAME: Ven'Rain Tritos Sekairo
ALIASES: Kairo Rain, Veron Savan, Esper Ravoe
CALL-SIGN: Thunderbird
"The object of war is not to die for your faction, it's to make the other bastard die for his."
HOME PLANET: The Starship Damry/Nar Shaddaa
OFFICIAL TITLE: The Shattered Knight
FACTION: The Horde
RANK: N/A
FORCE LEVEL: Previously apprentice, now N/A
GENDER: Agender, no reproductive organs.
"Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure... than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat."
AGE: Previously 33, now two months.
SPECIES: Formerly a near-human mix, Ven has been reborn into a monstrous sithspawn body. Her creators based some of her features off popular folklore, along with taking elements from Nulls, Zabraks, Morganians, and Sith purebloods.
HEIGHT: 8 feet, 4 inches/234.84 centimeters. Horns add another two inches.
WEIGHT: 314 pounds/142.428 kilograms.
HAIR: Over the years Ven's hair has been almost every color imaginable, and was put in a large variety of styles. Most famous was her red and black mohawk that many learned to fear. Now, post-rebirth, she has short, knotted brown hair. Rarely is it taken care of. If one can manage to get close enough to inspect it (without being attacked) they will notice clumps of dirt along with dried blood. Occasionally one of her handlers will use anesthesia to knock her out so she can be cleaned up. Afterwards her hair is put in a messy bun or trimmed so it falls to the sides of her face. The right side is almost always longer by an inch or two. In addition, Ven has a braid in the back (currently a little under a foot long), very similar to the ones worn by some Jedi Padawans.
EYES: One thing that hasn't changed much is the merc's eyes. Previously they were a bright yellow, sometimes appearing orange in colour. These days they are black with many little specks of yellow. Looking into them shows little about how the woman is feeling at the time (unlike before). However, there does seem to be a bit of hunger and mischief there. Though it's dangerous to get close enough to notice those details.
SKIN: Tan, olive-toned flesh covers Ven. Scars are scattered about her skin, some far larger than others. Parts seem torn and cracked, almost dry. Many of these details are lost beneath the blood and dirt that seems to cover her most of the time. One should note the especially bad damage on her left shoulder & upper arm. Additionally there is a circular scar on the back of her neck from where she was tazered multiple times.
BODY STRUCTURE: Being a sithspawn and all, the merc isn't exactly small. Just like before her shoulders are broad, legs are long, and limbs muscular. Her waist is thicker than it was in her last body. Seeing as she's not meant to engage in romantic activities, nor raise any children, she has no bust. Instead she has a flat chest (just as scarred as the rest of her). This leads some to believe her to be male (despite a feminine facial structure). However she has no biological gender. The only reason one calls her a 'she' is because that's what she was before rebirth.
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, yet with strange aeons even death may die."
TATTOOS/MODIFICATIONS: When Ven burned, her tats burned with her. All she has now is an identification code on her right forearm. The number reads: 4553-2600-1086. Alchemy let her have two small horns protruding from either side of her head. They're slightly pointy, and curve inwards towards her head. It is unknown whether or not they will continue to grow.
CLOTHING: Ven has worn a wide variety of outfits over the years. Different situations require different equipment, and in some cases apparel, after all. Most of the time Ven's on duty, doing some sort of work for someone. Depending on the employer, Ven's armor will change. But for the majority of the time, Ven wears simple but reliable protection. A plated chest guard, thin and flexible gloves, thick layered leg plates, reinforced boots, and a Old Republic style Republic trooper helmet (modified version. Custom built for Ven off old holovids she found.). When Ven is off duty, she'll wear sophisticated, yet semi-eclectic, clothes. Usually that will be tight fitting leg wear, an undershirt, a thin over shirt, a trench coat or pilot's jacket, and combat boots. Ven seems to favor the colors black and red, as most of her outfits are based off those shades.
PERSONALITY:
Temperament- Rage has always been a predominant trait in the Sekairo line. For this merc, it's practically her definition. Previously it was a mere piece of what she was. Now that she's in her new form, it has consumed her entirely. Anger fuels her every action. Destruction is the only thing that pleases her. Tearing things apart keeps her entertained for a time. At the end of the the thing that will keep her moving is her need to release her emotions... the need to make everyone as miserable as her.
Unforgiving- "Never forgive. Never forget. Once it's done, it can never be undone." Any who get close to Ven then betray her will pay deeply. They will soon feel her wrath. And many times, she will go to the ends of the galaxy to chase that person down. What happens when she finds them? Well, let's just say they'll regret ever being born... But you don't have to be close to her to inure this fury. Simply betray her, and she will never forgive you. "Never forgive. Never forget. Once it's done, it can never be undone."
Sadistic- This is one of Ven's... darker traits. Though it doesn't always show, it's still there. And when it does appear, it can't be ignored. Ven enjoys pain. But she enjoys dishing it out even more. No one's quite sure why she turned out that way. And most psychologists don't want to spend enough time with her to figure it out. This part of her is pretty simple though. If she has enough time, she's more likely to torture her enemies then give them a swift death. Just another reason to stay on her good side... If she had one.
The Only One- There is only one person who can get Ven to calm down for even a second. That is her former lover, and almost wife, Circe Savan. Not to many memories of her past life remain, but there's something about the sight of Savan that turns the merc into an over-protective cuddle-machine. Well, to her, that is. Everyone else... still 'motherfraking schuttas', as she puts it. Though it hasn't been tested, there's a theory that if Ven meets Ventasia Terana again, the same thing will happen. After meeting Terana again, that theory was confirmed. While Ven still had the urge to hurt her, she was able to resist, and even regained some of her memories.
BIOGRAPHY:
Childhood- Born on the Starship Damry, her mother's vessel, Ven was a child of the stars. Raised amongst the planets and what gave them light. Traveling from place to place, living in a vast sea of suns. This was her home. An endless path, an endless journey. Nothing could compare to her childhood. Full of happiness, of joy, of knowledge. Forever these moments would spark a certain brightness in Ven. Something that would never fully be vanquished. It was a glorious start to her legacy, and a startling foreshadow to the end.
Sea'Rain was Ven's mother. A wealthy pilot and diplomat. But she wasn't always that way. In fact, she used to be an exotic dancer. Before that, a slave. But Sea'Rain's legacy is another story. Another chapter, in another book. What's is important is how her lifestyle affected Ven. Which is quite a lot. Sea never stopped traveling, she loved adventure. And along her adventures, she met a lot of people. One of those was Ven's father.
But no one knows who Ven's real father is/was, or even if he's still alive. Some have ideas, of course. In the past men have come back to Sea, claiming to have fathered her child. Tests were done each time. None of the men had DNA anywhere close to Ven's. Species didn't match. Ven is considered fatherless, a curse amongst the Sekairos.
But Ven'Rain is not a full Sekairo. Sea'Rain was exiled from the family, disowned and forgotten, for crimes lost in time. So the curse of disorder cannot follow her. Forever, however, she will be left in wonder. Who created her? Who would she have the pleasure of calling father?... Questions unanswered.
With no answer to the mystery of her heritage, Ven moved on.
As a child Ven displayed such curiosity... Sea'Rain became concerned, believing it would one day get her daughter in trouble. So Sea'Rain kept Ven contained on the ship. It wasn't until Ven became extremely ill at age six that she was allowed to enter a city. Due an unforeseen disease, Ven's heart was failing. Without medical treatment, she wouldn't see age seven.
A small hospital on Nar Shaddaa was not where Sea had planned on Ven being treated. But it was close. Sea had no idea how long Ven had, she needed to move fast. Nar Shaddaa was the closest planet to their location. Ven was starting to shut down, breathing getting off, shorter, faster. Heartbeat irregular. Sea'Rain was just so scared. What if she lost her only daughter? The only thing left in the galaxy she truly loved...
A frightened mother rushed her daughter to the planet's surface. The once called smuggler's moon was busy, but not this sector. Just a medical district, filled with pharmacies and hospitals. It was a small area. The only spot to land was the hospital parking lot, currently empty. The Starship Damry was small, small enough to fit easily into the lot. It took up almost half the space, but it was enough.
Moments later the ship's entrance flung open, the ramp extending at an alarming rate. Sea'Rain rused down the platform, heading into the hospital's emergency department. In her arms Ven laid, eyes slowing fluttering closed. "NO! No, Ven, don't die on me... Don't leave me... not yet... I love you... I need you..."
A nurse spotted the duo's approach and alerted a nearby doctor. The twilek rushed out, her blue scrubs rustling in the wind. Coming to meet Sea'Rain she took Ven from her arms, knowing the child was in trouble. Behind her the doc rushed out, his eyes widening at the sight. It was obvious he didn't think Ven would make it.
"You have to try! She's my daughter! You have to try and save her!"
"I'm sorry ma'am, it's not likely she'll survive. The tech we need to save her is in another hospital, miles away."
"Then get it here! I don't care what it costs! Just help her, please..."
It took some persuading, but the doctor ordered the necessary equipment to heal Ven. While it was in transit the nurse desperately tried to get Ven's heart to pump blood properly. With little success, the worry grew. Would Ven survive? Could anything more go wrong?... So much weight on a little girl. Not even a teen yet.
Somehow the tech arrived quicker then expected. It was rushed in, at the same time Ven was transferred to the OR. She was strapped down to the table and put to sleep. The doctors got straight to work. This was the most complicated procedure the hospital had ever attempted. No one there was used to working something that serious. After all, the district was practically abandoned.
Six hours later, the doctors left the OR. Ven was alive, but still recovering. She was moved to the ICU and monitored closely. It took a few weeks, but she got better. The implant now assisting her heart saved her life, and would several more times in the future. Finally Sea'Rain could rest. Her daughter would live.
The drama stopped there. Everything else was normal for awhile. Ven started doing online schooling, and was finally allowed to go with her mother to visit the surfaces of planets. After Ven's ordeal, Sea figured it was best to let the girl enjoy as much as she could now- as things would only get harder.
Teenage Years- Ah, the teenage years. A time for exploration, self-discovery, and first loves. Well, that's what's it's supposed to be, right? Not for all, not for all... The Starship Damry was trapped on Ord Mantell while a civil war broke out, ravaging the world again. The war ended within a year, but not without permanently changing Ven's life.
Age fourteen marked the end of the conflict. Ven and her mother were left with barely any money left. Just a few thousand credits, trapped on a war-torn world. Ven was forced to get a job. But the only work available was either become a merc or join the army. Sea'Rain refused to let Ven take either opening. Instead Sea resumed work as a dancer, earning just enough credits for the duo to scrape by and save a couple dozen each month.
Hating not being able to do anything, Ven secretly searched for work. At first she took odd jobs, usually delivering parcels or carrying heavy things for older folk. During this time she started running errands for the local army base. She was introduced to a man, Captain Vresrin, ex Republic soldier. Vresrin saw potential in Ven, and taught her how to shoot a blaster.
It wasn't long before Ven fell in love with shooting and sport hunting. With saved up credits she bought her first blaster and named it 'torchy'. Using torchy she would hunt, reducing the cost her family paid for food. By then they almost had enough money to get off the blasted planet.
But something horrible happened. A local gang figured they would go and take over the army base. Lots of ammo and weapons, right? Makes logical sense. But they failed. In the process, however, they killed Vresrin. This would fuel Ven's rage and lead to her killing her first sentient being.
A funeral was held for Vresrin, but Ven was nowhere to be found. Miles from the base, she stood above the smoking corpse of the gang's leader. Her eyes burned with a fury never before felt. The rage grew, becoming a monstrous emotion, tearing at Ven's heart. It transformed her. No longer was she innocent. A killer had taken her place.
That day the whole gang died. Every remaining member. Like they say, an eye for an eye, a life for a life.
But Ven wasn't done. Two days after her rampage in gang territory, she went back to the garrison. Enlisting herself in the Mantellian Armed Forces. For a few weeks she worked as a guard for the settlement. Sea'Rain had finally come to terms with letting her daughter work, but she still worried.
During Ven's fifteenth standard year of living, another civil war broke out. With the last of her credits, she paid for her mother to get off planet with the Starship Damry. Sea'Rain left her daughter behind with tears streaming down her cheeks... Meanwhile Venny took to the streets, blasting away at her enemies. Freedom for one at last, and eternal trapping for another. For the war would seal Ven's fate.
Never again would Ven see her mother face to face. Destiny would refuse to let that happen. So Ven stayed on Ord Mantell. Fighting the endless wars. Killing over and over again. The body count when up and up. Nightmares plagued her dreams and waking thoughts. Faces of those she had killed screaming at her, begging her to stop. Family of her victims glaring at her as she walked through ruins of cities. So much to handle...
Ven knew she had to get off Ord Mantell. She would do anything to free herself from that accursed planet. So she did the only logical choice open for her. Activating the garrison's holo-communicator. Who did she call? The Republic. Well, not exactly. She contacted the military operations base. Within a few weeks she was transferred out from Ord Mantell to an official Republic base. By now she was sixteen years old.
Military Time- Being a low-level officer, Ven was sent off to the outer rim, guarding a space station from pirates. It felt like a waste of time to her, but she secretly thought it was a nice escape. After a few months she was moved to a post closer to Coruscant. Something was off there. Not being closely attuned to the force, she wasn't able to sense what was happening.
She left the post not long after, transferring to Spec Ops. She became a sniper, taking out targets from far away. During this time she was trained more in weapons and piloting. It was a good time. Ven had a release for her anger. Two weeks into her stint, she contacted her mother. The two chatted over holo for awhile, discussing Ven's future.
Next Ven spent six months in various combat zones, proving her skills even more. As a reward, she was moved back to her previous post near Coruscant.
Staying at that post would nearly cost Ven her life, and would lead to her toughest fight to date.
It was a simple job. Just living in a good sized garrison and keeping gangs out of the sector. Occasionally pushing back an attempted pirate raid or two. If only it stayed that way. How was anyone supposed to know what was to come? It was impossible for anyone to guess what happened next.
The base was attacked. But not by the usual lame pirates or whatever. Something had stirred within the planet. Who knows what... But something emerged. A beast like man. Raging forward, flinging soldiers about left and right. Officially, the creature as "Project X". It was supposed to be shut down. Locked away, it remained underground for years. Somehow it survived. And managed to escape.
Project X destroyed most of Ven's base that day. She was left, half-dead, under a pile of rubble. Only six others survived. Luckily the beast was killed before it left the base. The price that was paid to do so however, well, it was to high. Something had to collapse.
Ven'Rain's trust in the Republic vanished two months after the attack. SIS agents had arrived on the scene moments after she passed out from blood loss. Rain, along with the other survivors, were rushed to the hospital. Only four (including Ven) made it through the night. Unfortunately, Ven had to get another implant, this one on her lung, to stay alive.
After she recovered, three Republic agents approached her. They told her to stay quiet about the attack. To say it was a freak accident. That there was an explosion. And some of the troops had been 'transferred' before dying at their new posts. Just the suggestion alone angered Ven. But she was told that if she spoke the truth, they'd have to silence her. Permanently.
Furious, Ven didn't keep quiet. She wouldn't let the Republic shrug off it's own mistake. They created Project X. They would take the blame for the havoc it wreaked. Taking a 'vacation', Ven spoke to several reporters and senators. Whoever she could get in contact with. And guess what happened? They all ended up dead. Just a few more 'accidents'.
That's when they came after Ven. She wouldn't go down easy. Each time they sent someone after her, she fought back. And won. Not without suffering some injuries, of course. Eventually she spoke to a higher up and agreed to be silent. It did earn her several years of being watched. And a lifetime of hating the Republic.
The Dark Years- From age eighteen to twenty, Ven lived in a dark state. Hating, hiding, fearing, and stealing. Living off scraps and shelter food, she did her best to blend in. Get away from the relentless Republic, who still wanted to silence her. It was a tough two years. But a lot changed. Something ticked in Ven's brain, and these two years allowed her to change into her 'final' form.
Ven'Rain became more independent, but less trusting. Stronger, but less careful with that strength. More violent, but less caring to her victims. Short version: She became what she is today. A transformation took place, turning her into a viscous, hateful beast. Getting revenge on the Republic became her only goal.
Doing some research, Ven learned about the Republic's greatest enemy: The Sith Empire. Realizing that they were her only 'family' left, she fled Republic space. Taking a shuttle to Dromund Kaas, Ven started looking for work. Anything was better then working for the Republic.
Little did she know that she had been working for the most corrupt Republic officers before the incident. But would she have even cared if she found out? Probably not... The damage was done.
Becoming a Merc- After living on Dromund Kaas for a year, Ven finally found work. A man named Skaller approached her. He offered her a job working for a wealthy arms dealer. Ven didn't know, but Skaller was that dealer, and that he was only pretending to be a servant.
Either way, Ven'Rain accepted the offer without a moment's hesitation. Within a few days she was starting work, delivering shipments in a starship, RAVEN'S WING. In time she and Skaller became closer, and she considered him her first real friend. In fact, she considered him a father figure. And that's what he became.
Skaller taught her all she needed to know. About piloting and more about weapons. Ven considers this the best period of time in her life. It seemed like nothing could go wrong. Ven even had a droid buddy aboard Raven's Wing. An assassin model named B7-T8. Despite Betty's (droid's nickname) slight attitude, and the fact that he refers to all life-forms as 'meatbags', they got along. Both loved violence. It was like a match made in heaven.
But B7-T8 belonged to Skaller. And Skaller was a wanted man in some regions of space. He knew his time was running up. So Skaller did his best to teach Ven as much as he could before the clock stopped. Time flies when you're having fun though... And boy is shooting things fun.
After receiving several anonymous threats, Skaller left Dromund Kaas, leaving detailed instructions for if he did not return. Attempting to spare Ven from a painful goodbye, he left while she was still on a mission. By the time she returned, he was in a whole other planetary system.
Skaller never returned. Per his instructions, B7-T8 was locked away, never supposed to be touched again. Raven's Wing was given to Ven, who changed it's name to The Starlight Victor. Most of the remaining credits from Skaller's account were transferred to Ven's, along with some weapons. Originally Skaller planned on Ven taking over his company. However, his second in command took over and disregarded his commands. With no legal document stating Ven's inheritance, she lost the struggle for control.
It was time to move on.
Taking The Starlight Victor, Ven fled Dromund Kaas, fearing the power-hungry Zabrak (Skaller's 2nd in command). But now she needed something to do... Skaller's credits wouldn't last forever. And what better thing to do then her favorites? Shooting, killing, flying... And who does a lot of that?
You guessed it: Mercenaries.
28th Birthday Log- "It's been years now. So long since they betrayed me and my brothers and sisters. So long since the death of the man I call my father. Contact with my mother has stopped completely. No news has been received about the fate of B7-T8. Nor has the Republic contacted me further about Project X.
Good riddance to them and their lies. Curse the Republic and everything it stands for. Bunch of blasted lies spilling from the mouths of hypocrites. All hiding behind a bloody facade. I'd love to watch them burn. If only... Maybe one day.
This is Ven'Rain Sekairo, captain of The Starlight Victor reporting for nightly log. It's my twenty-eighth birthday today. No celebrations were held. Instead I did a fun mercenary job, like so many before it. Raided a spice factory. Killed a bunch of fools. It was... enjoyable.
It would be so much better with B7-T8 by my side. He'd charge in, blow the place to bits. Help me torture the last remaining idiot to get the information we needed. Follow me to the man pulling the strings. Watch eagerly as I slit the imbecile's throat... Yelling at him, reminding him of his poor career choice.
Darn, how can I be missing a droid? Need to get my head checked again... Better yet, I'll go hunting. That usually vents some frustration...
Great, off track again...
No special jobs lately. Just a lot of regular merc work. I can't believe I've been doing this for eight blasted years. If only the jobs paid more. Maybe I should just rejoin the army. The Sith Empire's army, of course.
Forever, Reign Eternal, Glory to the one, the only, The Empire!
Captain Ven'Rain Sekairo logging out."
Working for Savan- After yet another coup, a new Emperor took the throne. This one appeared as unjust and uncaring as the last had proven to be. Despite her own high level of insanity, the mad merc did not approve. In time she grew even more bitter about her homeland. More and more she found herself turning down high-paying jobs because of the sick people who offered them to her. That was starting to get very troublesome. Ven needed credits- badly. Eventually an old friend pointed her in the direction of Subach Innes. The company's owner needed some assistance taking down pirates and defending goods.
Having nothing better to do, the lass accepted the job. Some time later she met her boss for the first time. They became fast friends, bonding over a meal and a casual stroll. Ven slowly found herself falling for the other woman. In the end they started a chaotic relationship- one more physical than emotional. For the next year they continued to work together. Over that span of time Circe saved her lover's life on several occasions, and even gave her a new limb when she lost one. At one point they started to consider having a childe together, though didn't get around to initiating the process.
Having nothing better to do, the lass accepted the job. Some time later she met her boss for the first time. They became fast friends, bonding over a meal and a casual stroll. Ven slowly found herself falling for the other woman. In the end they started a chaotic relationship- one more physical than emotional. For the next year they continued to work together. Over that span of time Circe saved her lover's life on several occasions, and even gave her a new limb when she lost one. At one point they started to consider having a childe together, though didn't get around to initiating the process.
The Protectorate- Still employed at SI, Ven searched for a way to make a bit more money, while having a real place to settle down. Omega Pyre became that opportunity. They let the merc join, and sent her to Fondor for some basic training. There she befriended a hotheaded woman named Ventasia Terana. The two always had a bit of... sexual tension, but neither really acted on it. However, it did amuse plenty of the other soldiers.
Roughly six months passed. Ven fought pirates, other mercenaries, and the occasional Sith. She didn't earn any medals, but she did earn a reputation among the lower ranks. People considered her to be a tough, loyal soldier. Sometimes her commanders would even say they wished they had more people like her. Of course, there were also those that said someone so violent, so occasionally cruel, had no place in the military. Unsurprisingly she paid them no mind. In the end, unfortunately, the Protectorate declared Circe Savan a war criminal, and brought everyone in for questioning. Ven included.
Cutting Ties- During those interviews Ven admitted to working with SI. Even acknowledged her close friendship with the owner. HK (the interrogator) seemed to be a bit surprised. But he continued making inquiries, along with telling his companion what exactly Circe had reportedly done. Things went downhill from there. Choosing to believe HK, the mad merc turned her back on her former lover, cutting any and all ties she had with the woman. From then on she made her sole goal to work for the Pyre. To protect those who couldn't protect themselves.
Deciding to see a Doctor, Ven was even given pills for her various disorders. She started getting better. No more paranoia, unnecessary violence, or any of that. The former psycho was given a clean bill of health. With her medication she could face the world with a smile. In fact, she even helped an old friend of hers run a tattoo shop while she was on Fondor. Bought an apartment as well. Almost ended up dating Ventasia for awhile.
Accident & Coma- One night, on her way home from work, Ven's speeder malfunctioned and crashed. Amazingly she survived, but suffered serious brain damage. It was enough to put her into a coma. Her mother was able to travel to the hospital, getting to see her daughter in person for the first time in years. Alas, Ven didn't wake up for another four months. During her sleep many old friends visited her, some that she hadn't seen since her time in the Republic. If only she had been awake to say hello...
Awakening- Circe Savan (in disguise) and Ventasia Terana decided to visit their neutral friend on the same day. At the same time. The first had been saddened by the unnatural cutoff, and was searching for an explanation. The latter just wanted to see her drinking buddy again. After some mental probing, Circe managed to get the merc to wake up. But they soon learned that she had lost almost all of her memories. Which meant she had no idea who these people were. Confused, Ven assumed she was a historian, and that her friends had gone to the wrong hospital room. Some prodding was needed to get her to actually listen.
In time she was able to understand the situation. It still left her uncomfortable. So Ven left the Protectorate, resumed her relationship with Circe, and started traveling the galaxy. Her and Circe had a childe together, named Darren Savan. At one point she met up with Terana again, and the two spent an interesting night together (hint hint). Afterwards she officially became Circe's head officer. They later adopted Ire'Rain Sekairo, Ven's niece.
Betraying those Closest- Insanity struck yet again. Ven's mind was torn into three separate identities: Rage Ven, Caged Ven, and True Ven. In a fit of rage the merc nearly killed her lover before fleeing into the night. She didn't return until months later. At that point she was even more heavily scarred, along with having one blind eye. The couple slowly patched things up before working hard to make the merc force sensitive. They succeeded, and got engaged (unofficially).
Death- After a long battle with Rave Merill, Circe was left in a battered state. Confused & concerned, Ven rushed across solar systems to reach her lover. Along the way her anger got the best of her. Several dozen people were killed, including a Fringe Guard. This angered Ashin Varanin (who had showed up to speak with Savan) and her wife, Spencer Jacobs. Both attacked (though only Ashin went for Ven) with force lightning. The electricity shorted out the woman's implants, giving her a prolonged and painful death. Her funeral was held on Ord Mantell a month later. Only a dozen people attended the event.
Rebirth- Recently The Horde gathered a group of alchemists, scientists, and Vong shapers together to create a unit of elite soldiers. An anonymous request was sent in, asking them to create a new body to host the soul of Ven'Rain Sekairo. The group complied. Within a few months they had created a monster. It was capable of breaking down walls with barely any effort. Brute strength was it's forte. However it was nearly impossible to control. If they didn't get Ven's spirit in the body fast, they would lose control. And that was not an option. Circe Savan was called in to do the honors...
The galaxy should be afraid.
FORCE ABILITIES: N/A, Force Dead
POTENTIAL LIFESPAN: 150-200 Galactic Standard Years.
"It is such a quiet thing, to fall... but for more terrible as to admit it."
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NOTABLE POSSESSIONS:
- Lightclub (huge-ass lightsaber), silver in colour.
- Shock collar worn at all times. The Horde commanders have the only activation keys.
- Two pet Akk Hounds.
STRENGTHS:
Brute Strength- What happens when you take nearly eight and a half feet of pure muscle and add implants, Vong-shaping, and sith Alchemy? You get a person capable of chucking boulders across stadiums, that's what. Ven is now a powerhouse fighter. Most of the time she doesn't even use weapons- just her fists, feet, and head. This does put her body in danger (as she doesn't wear much armor), but it doesn't seem to bother the woman. Understandably, there are still materials she can't destroy. Which is why the Lightclub occasionally comes in handy.
Reborn- If one manages to kill the 'mad merc', her body will collapse. However a high-level force user could summon her back to life. Her loyalty is not guaranteed, of course. For one to truly kill the body they would have to dissemble it and destroy what remained (preventing it from being reconnected).
Lack of Empathy- When her soul was transferred into the new body, most of her personality was left out. That left her nearly emotionless and unable to empathize with those around her. No more will she deny orders because of guilt or shame. Only death- true death- will stop her. There will be decisions that would be hard for anyone with a conscious to make. Ven will make them with ease.
No Fear- For someone like here, there is nothing to fear. The sithspawn has seen Chaos, been through death, suffered the effects of war first hand, and been broken beyond recognition. If there was anything left to fear, she'd chase it down and conquer it.
Appetite for Destruction- Destroying things is really fun. But while Ven enjoys breaking things, it's still more of a need than a want. She was made for the sole purpose of causing complete chaos in the galaxy. Attempting to ignore that urge is pretty much futile. When not in a combat zone, her handlers have to send in prisoners and captives to keep her busy, or else she would come for them.
WEAKNESSES:
Lost Self- Much of her past self was destroyed. What remains are flashbacks, the occasional surge of emotion, and old habits. These often come with headaches or a villainous BSOD. The changes also removed the majority of her logic and knowledge, leaving her with more brawn than brains. Of course, she can still speak, understand things, and make her own decisions. However she is no longer a good choice for any positions that require thinking ahead or experience with strategy.
Uncontrollable- Without her high-voltage shock collar, lots of training, and the help of her ex-lover, Ven would never stop killing until she was completely destroyed. Even now her actions are wild, unpredictable. None of her allies have a full grip on her- and neither does she. In this case her anger controls everything but who she attacks. It's The Horde that points the gun. She's merely the bullet.
Quite Large- A being of Ven's size is hard to transport. She has to duck to get through doorways, and is nearly impossible to successfully hide without stealth equipment. When she's around, she usually gets plenty of attention. Hard to miss a giant with pointy horns. Especially one who's almost always caked in blood.
HABITS & QUIRKS: Ven has a lot of habits. To name a few: Can't keep her hands still, has to be moving them in some way, often drums fingers against things or twiddles them unnecessarily. Tends to forget things (not including numbers, she's great at remembering those), writes things down on random objects. Humming randomly. Talking to herself. Constantly makes rude remarks/comebacks in her head, no matter who she's talking to. Likes to light things on fire. Can't stay in the same place/position for longer than a few minutes (unless sleeping). Tends to furrow her eyebrows, no matter her mood.
"If you think that war will never reach you, you are a fool. War extends throughout the galaxy. It sends ripples, waves, causing an endless domino effect. Conflicts from thousands of years ago still shape events of the present. And one day another war will come. All of the universe will burn... things will start over. Again."
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Previously bisexual, now asexual.
LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Basic, Huttese, and Umbaran.
RELATIONSHIPS:
Mother- Sea'Rain Sekairo
Father- Unknown
Siblings- Yuo'Rain
Spouse- Unofficially @Enigma/Circe Savan
Offspring- [member="Darren Savan"], adopted [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]
Allies- The Horde, [member="Ashe the Reaper"], [member="Evelynn"]
Friends- [member="Ventasia Terana"] (former love interest)
Enemies- All enemies of the horde.
SHIP: Previously "The Starlight Victor", now none.
KILLS: No PC's. Previously killed by Ashin Varanin.
"Hate is a tool. It drives nations to war, worlds to destruction, and heroes to villains. To say one is void of hate is to say one has no soul. For every being who gets a true chance to live will at some point feel it's pull. Turning away is never easy. But if one does, they have not only conquered rage, they have defeated death. Not their own, but that of whatever peace remains in their mind."
BOUNTIES: None collected, none placed on her head.
PLAYBY: Bloody Lara Croft fan art.
EIGHT THINGS YOU DON'T NEED TO KNOW ABOUT VEN'RAIN SEKAIRO:
- As a young adult (in her first body), Ven'Rain had a pet Nexu named Eth. After his passing she had him stuffed and placed in the captain's quarters of her ship. It's unknown if the thief who stole said ship kept him or not.
- Though one can't tell, Ven was originally a ginger. She has just dyed her hair various colors over the years to fit her personal wants (or needs, depending on whether or not she was wanted at the time).
- Cantina music is pretty good... But Ven prefers the heavier rock kind of stuff. A Star Wars version of A Day to Remember or Crown the Empire would be her favorites.
- Originally she was going to be named Ker'Rain, but in the end her mother decided it sounded to much like something a rather drunk person might slur out.
- Every female in the Sekairo family has a name like Ven's, three letters, an apostrophe, then 'Rain'. Every male has four letters, an apostrophe, then 'Dar'. (Ex: Sea'Rain, Renn'Dar, Scar'Dar, Ire'Rain)
- While she was growing up her mother was a spice smuggler on the side. Luckily the older woman stopped before Ven's body was addicted to the substance. Both steer clear from spice nowadays.
- For some reason Ven always adds an 'e' at the end of child. It's pronounced the same (though perhaps a tad different from how you would due to her accent) as normal.
- Previously her insanity had caused a personality split (forming three different 'people', Rage, Caged, and True Ven). When they were turning her into a Sithspawn they tried to take as many elements as they could from Rage.
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ROLE PLAYS: There are plenty I've done that I'm to lazy to go find (as they're all fairly old now), and many more that were lost in the wipe.
ARC 1: REGAINING HUMANITY:
Ven and friends work on getting her mind pieced back together.
Torture on Tuesday: Ongoing
Might of the Dragon: Ongoing/Given Up
Death is but an Old Friend: Ongoing
Even Death Cannot Stop War: Ongoing
One Sith Invasion of Coruscant: Finished
NOTES: This is an updated, reposted version of her old bio. The last one was so poorly written and jumbled that it couldn't be saved. It's hard for me to believe I made that less than a year ago. Previous bio: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/4553-venrain-sekairo/
