Vrag

Vrag · Jan 16, 2015

NAME
Vrag (Ygdris Val)

FACTION & RANK
The One Sith | Master

Hand of the Dark Lord

SPECIES
Firrerreo

AGE
30

SEX
Female

SEXUALITY
Aromantic Pansexual

HEIGHT
188 cm | 6' 2''

WEIGHT

85 kg | 187 lbs.

EYES

Blue, nictitating eyelids

HAIR

Short and straight
Black with streaks of auburn

SKIN

Pale, slightly silver

FORCE SENSITIVE

Yes

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“Ygdris... that mouth of yours... it's going to get you into trouble some day...” - Reverance

“You're cunning... like a brick to the face.” - Sage Bane

What am I now? - Hal Terrano

“You look… enticing.” - Matsu Xiangu

Do I smell lilac…? it suits you. - Quietus

“Why are you being so... Nice?” - Kana Truden

Strengths:

She is incredibly tough and resilient, partly due to her species' nature and partly due to how she had grown up. Either way, other apprentices have yet to deliver a blow that would bring her down, much less one that would subdue her. Through years of beatings, her resistance had grown beyond physical; Vrag has learned to tune out pain on a psychological level, which allows her to continue fighting even after others would've fallen unconscious
Under Sith tutelage the aspiring apprentice learned to channel her rage like a finely tuned instrument, replacing brutality with a cold ire that is far more frightening than anger could ever hope to be. Instead of going berserk, Vrag maintains discipline in her fury, sacrificing force in favor of precision and awareness. If cornered, though, the firrerreo can and will unleash her ever-boiling anger and let loose two decades of simmering emotion
A skill of hers that comes handy both in conversation and while playing Pazaak is her ability to exercise almost inhuman control over her reactions. Whether talking at gunpoint or rolling between the sheets, Vrag never sheds her mask completely. She adjusts it according to whatever circumstances she founds herself in, but no matter what happens, Vrag always decides which emotions bleed through and which stay buried
Vrag has both personal and natural propensity for melee combat, where she uses her fast-healing abilities to her advantage. Her skill with a lightsaber is considerable, but she is not beyond concealing secondary — and even tertiary — weapons on her person, if it helps her win a fight. In the end, it is safe to assume that if Vrag does engage in any sort of combat, her contingencies reach as far as plan G, if not even further

Weaknesses:

Her life experiences leave a lot to be desired, which is why they remain hidden in the deepest recess of Vrag's mind. Certain actions and words, however, can stir those suppressed memories, which can often leave the firrerreo at a disadvantage. Things that remind her of her childhood can produce unexpected and unpredictable reactions from the woman, though, sometimes with a boomerang effect
Having started with her training fairly late for a Force sensitive, Vrag is not as in tune with the Force as many of her peers, and has much trouble using it consciously
Even for a Sith, Vrag is distrustful of others, and favors preemptive strikes to placing faith in people. That is why she always keeps her interactions with others to a very insubstantial, superficial level, holding anybody who would dare approach her at bay both with words and behavior
The treatment she'd received in her youth has left her with something of a masochistic streak, though she does her very best to hide it. Even so, Vrag has needs that need fulfillment, and with each unsatisfying sexual encounter her desires grow stronger

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The firrerreo is tall and well-built, the muscles under her silver skin screaming of regular and rigorous training. Just like her former masters, she is merciless when it comes to her body, keeping up a regimen that would incur lasting damage in others. Even though her body is concealed by layers of dark robes and body armor, the power coiled within becomes evident whenever she moves, for her gait is that of a predator. To further underscore her intimidating appearance, Vrag almost always wears her Vonduun Skerr Ygdris along with the Dhaladii, an image which can easily be compared to the likeness of Baphomet. It makes for a truly daunting sight even when the woman is idle, but it is only in the thick of battle that it truly starts to shine.

BEGINNINGS

Born and raised in slavery, for a long time the girl had known of no other way to live. Along with many others, Ygdris served as entertainment for one of the crime lords that liked to play god in the Outer rim. Mocked for her "beastly" appearance and thus unappealing compared to the other female slaves, the criminals found other ways to use her. Due to her resilient nature the members of the criminal syndicate would often use her as a punching bag, testing their melee and range weaponry alike on the girl. This caused her pull further and further into herself, forging both a physical and mental barrier that no insult or injury could hope to penetrate.

But where years of such abuse would have broken others, in Ygdris they only bred an increasingly stronger will to live; not just to survive, but to actually, fully live. And so the once broken servant found a purpose, a new goal to work towards, and devoted herself to it completely. Under the guise of being the ever dutiful slave, Ygdris continued to perform whatever chores she was tasked with, but always with an ulterior motive. Within months, she had made a myriad of small changes all over the base; a pack of supplies here, a blaster there... through careful preparation, Ygdris had managed to accumulate everything she needed to put her plan in motion. All of the hidden work, all of the kicks and punches she had taken, all of the slurs swallowed with a bowed head... all of it culminated in that one fateful night.

The firrerreo snuck out of the servants' quarters once everybody else had fallen asleep, dispatching the sole guard with ease. She had waited for his shift to start for the express purpose of stripping him of his uniform, as he was one of the few that were as tall as she. After relieving the man of any and all useful items and tucking his cadaver into her vacant bed, Ygdris proceeded with the next step of her plan. Keeping to the corridors that she knew were rarely subject to nightly patrols, she made her way across the station, picking up various items she had hidden away in strategic spots. By the time she arrived to the penultimate stage in her design, the firrerreo was unrecognizable. The guards spared little thought to another sentry sneaking out for a quick breather and a smoke — as many of those unlucky enough to get the night shift were wont to do — and Ygdris could hardly contain her excitement long enough to get to the docks. Before the men there had time to ask questions the young woman put them to sleep with quick jabs of her blaster rifle. After that, it was all a blur; the run to the ship, the takeoff, and then, finally, blessed freedom as the stars around her stretched to blue infinity.

In the months that followed her escape Ygdris thoroughly explored her newfound liberty, ever on the lookout for more things to discover, explore and experience. After a lifetime of rules and punishment, the firrerreo paid little heed to them now that she was free, but soon she learned that even without the threat of brutal sanctions hanging over her head simply for speaking, the rest of the Galaxy was not without restrictions.

It angered her.

Who were they, to tell her what she could and could not do? She had suffered enough at the hands of men who thought themselves the final word on what is and isn't allowed. No, this would not stand, Ygdris decided, and began seeking a place where none would dare judge her actions. Her formidable focus once again had a purpose, and as her search grew ever more desperate, Ygdris found herself looking deeper and farther than most. Her ruthless determination landed her in jail a few times, but even that didn't stop her from resuming her pursuit, until one day the incessant hunt yielded results.

She looked upon the code of the Sith, and smiled.

EQUIPMENT

Reverance's Remembrance

Chitin Carbine

Lightsaber ‡

Chom-Huun ‡

M240L machine gun + disruptor ‡*

LeMat Mod I ‡

Beskad *

Vonduun Skerr Ygdris ‡

Vonduun Skerr Dhaladii ‡

* "obtained" from [member="Orick T'ane"]