Viliih Marais
Liberator
Viliih Marais
NAME: Viliih Marais
FACTION: Unaligned
RANK: Rebel Bladeswoman
SPECIES: Miraluka
AGE: 26
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT: 170lbs
EYES: N/A
HAIR: Platinum Blonde
SKIN: Pale Cream
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Metal Forging Mastery: Years of training have given Viliih a mastery over forging metal blades and shield. She knows how to create swords, using heat and a hammer, that can withstand enough hits from a lightsaber for the wielder to remove the lightsaber as a threat. If the wielder has any skill at all, that is. They will shatter if hit enough times in the same spot, which is usually 5-10 hits, depending one the quality of metal she can get her hands on. Her shields are made to a similar quality, but the stronger shields are rarer, as shields require a larger amount of metal.
Sword and Shield Adept: With no formal martial training, she taught herself to wield a sword, learning as she went. She eventually adopted a shield for her left arm, making her right arm her sword arm. She trained herself to disarm her opponent with the shield, then strike them down with the sword.
Untrained Force Sensitive: Viliih's Force Sensitivity wasn't discovered until after she had already been training with her sword for years. The training taught her control, which helped her to keep her powers under control, but if she loses control of her emotions, it can be disastrous.
Warrior's Strength: Since Viliih's style of fighting means she is often parrying, charging, or slamming her shield into her enemies, she is a lot stronger than she looks.
APPEARANCE:
Viliih stands at 5'10", every muscle in her body toned and hardened through rigorous training and many battles. Though what skin she does show is free of scars, she carries reminders of past fights. Diagonally down her right cheek is a scar caused by a lightsaber. Down her back are four wide, long scars, caused by a wild beast. Her right arm is burned from the elbow up to the shoulder, from shielding her face from a flame thrower. Her left leg has scars that were obviously from being stabbed through with a light saber. Most of the damage was repaired, but she still walks with a slight limp. Her right leg, from the knee down, is mechanical. If she isn't wearing her mask, Viliih has on an old, worn black blindfold. Even when Viliih isn't wearing her metal armor, she is wearing leather armor. No matter what armor she is wearing, she always has at least three swords strapped on the left side of her belt, of varying lengths and widths. During some battles, she will pull out a sword almost as long as she was tall and wider than her hand, abandoning her shield in favor of two handing the massive sword. Her platinum blond hair is normally tied behind her head and hidden by her hood. When it wasn't, it fell past her knees. She rarely cut her hair. When she did it was because some had escaped the bun behind her neck during a fight and had the end sliced off. The only reason her skin is currently a pale cream is because she has spent the last few months on a frozen planet. Viliih carries herself with a confidence that only comes from a life of fighting and winning. When she isn't prepping for a fight, she can usually be seen relaxing and brushing her long hair.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born to a planet on fire, Viliih never had a peaceful childhood. She had to learn how to survive early, when she was separated from her family. Viliih was a vagrant by age 3. A few older kids helped take care of her for a few years, until they went away to fight and never came back. Thus it was that a six year old picked up a stick to defend herself against a mean creature that wanted to steal the food she had just worked so hard to get. She lost that fight, but it taught her an important lesson. She needed to know how to defend herself, or she was going to die. She started with just sticks, and broken vibroblades, when she could find one that wasn't broken in half. Eventually she discovered that she could melt down scrap metal and form it into a new sword, and began teaching herself how to do that. It took years of training, or rather, trial and error, until she was confident in her abilities. In that time she had to move more times than she would have liked.
Viliih was 16 when she decided to join the Resistance on her planet. She brought her personally forged swords into battle, and fought with all her heart. Inevitably, she would have to take a week or three of leave so she could forge new blades, but when she wasn't at her forge, she was fighting. She formed friendships with her fellow rebels, and eventually fell in love. They became the perfect fighting team. In time, he asked her to marry him, and she agreed, after they came back from the next mission. Viliih was 20 when a lightsaber pierced her leg, and she watched the love of her life be cut in two. They picked a fight they couldn't win. They had been too confident. Viliih had collapsed from pain and shock, and when she woke up she was on a bed in makeshift hospital. She buried the body of her fiancee then trained like her life depended upon it. Her friendships suffered. She changed, become colder, crueler. Fighting became her only pleasure.
She continued the fight on her homeworld for a year before she left on a shuttle, off to fight in another man's war. When he had recruited her, his cause had been just. He had said he was freeing his people, his land, from invaders. She didn't know how many she had already killed when she discovered she was killing their liberators. She was the oppressor. When she confronted the man who had hired her, she lost control of her emotions. Her world become ruled by anger and hatred. When her mind cleared, she was standing outside of a burning building. She was only 23. She didn't stop there. She tore the base apart from the inside out, crippling the forces she had been fighting beside that very morning. This time, when the Dark saber user attacked her, she was ready. She fought until all but her third sword was broken before she sliced the woman's arms off. Her blindfold was gone, destroyed by the lightsaber that had just left a nasty burn on her cheek. From there, Viliih sliced the woman's head off.
After that she took to fighting planet side with local militias. Her methods were unorthodox, but she was determined, and skilled. This earned her special missions. One of those missions took the bottom half of her right leg from her when she was 24. Viliih laid in that hospital bed for weeks, staring at the stump of her leg. Her whole life was fighting. If she couldn't fight... what would she do? Could she be satisfied by forging metal blades? The day the doctors said she was clear to leave, a large group of people from the militia walked in, and presented her with a mechanical leg. They had all pitched into to give her back the leg they stole from her. She was so grateful that she devoted herself to fighting for them for a year longer than her contract stated. After that, however, she moved on. The snow covered planet she found herself was anything but hospitable, but there were natives there that needed protection as well.
SHIP:
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KILLS:
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
[Private] A Bladeswoman's Duty - Alyson Halle