Krass Wyms
Jedi Tech Division
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
- Intent: To create a unique smith for Krass to interact with as she is more an artist and sculptor then metal or forge worker.
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- Role: Vysa is Krass's artistic muse and professional collaborator
- Permissions: N/A
- Links: N/A
PHYSICAL INFORMATION
- Age: 27
- Force Sensitivity: Non-Force User
- Species: Zeltron
- Appearance: Vysa is strikingly beautiful, even by Zeltron standards. She has the species' characteristic vibrant pink skin, which in her case is the shade of a deep rose quartz. Her hair is long and silvery-white, often woven with delicate, shimmering gemstones or small living flowers that somehow thrive in the heat of the forge. She is tall and willowy, with an elegant grace that belies the strength in her hands. Her eyes are a piercing, knowing amethyst. She forges in practical but beautifully tailored gear a supple leather apron over flowing, heat-resistant silks in deep blues and purples. Her hands are adorned with simple silver rings, and she is always surrounded by a faint, pleasant scent of ozone, hot metal, and night-blooming flowers.
SOCIAL INFORMATION
- Name: Vysa of the Gilded Heart
- Loyalties: The pursuit of beauty, her art, and Krass Wyms.
- Wealth: Moderately wealthy. Her wealth comes from the sale of her incredibly sought-after artistic pieces to galleries, collectors, and cultural institutions across the galaxy.
- Notable Possessions: A beautiful mobile forge and studio aboard a sleek ship, the Song of the Anvil; a set of mastercrafted tools made from songsteel and rare woods; a vast collection of organic and rare materials
- Skills:
- Master Artisan (Specializing in organic-metallic fusion, bio-enamelwork, and emotionally resonant art)
- Expert in Empathic Art Theory
- Skilled Diplomat and Mediator
- Gifted Musician (plays the crystal harp)
- Languages: Basic, Zeltrani, Bocce.
- Personality: Vysa is the embodiment of passionate, focused artistry. She is warm, empathetic and deeply perceptive able to read the emotional state of those around her. She is confident and believes that true creation is an act of emotional vulnerability and shared experience. She is not a fighter; she is a creator and a lover. She can be single-minded when inspired and is prone to getting lost in her work for days at a time.
COMBAT INFORMATION
- Weapon of Choice: Her words and her art. She does not engage in combat.
- Combat Function: A non-combatant. She would be a liability in a fight, relying entirely on diplomacy or evasion.
- Force Abilities: N/A
Strengths:
- Empathic Artistry: Vysa's work is not just visually stunning; it is emotionally resonant. She can craft pieces that evoke specific feelings calm, courage, joy making her creations uniquely powerful and desirable. Her natural Zeltron empathy allows her to connect with clients and collaborators on a deep level.
- Organic Fusion: Her genius lies in seamlessly blending cold, hard metal with warm, living, or organic elements, creating pieces that feel both ancient and alive. She can create armor that looks like grown bark or a blade that seems to have a veins of glowing crystal.
Weaknesses:
- Non-Combatant: She has no martial skill whatsoever and is philosophically opposed to violence. She cannot defend herself or others in a physical confrontation.
- Emotional Overload: Her deep empathy can be overwhelming. In places of strong negative emotion or conflict, she can become emotionally paralyzed or deeply distressed, making her vulnerable.
HISTORICAL INFORMATION
Vysa was born on Zeltros into a family of celebrated artists, but from her earliest memories, she felt a profound disconnect from her home world's pervasive culture. Zeltros was a planet of constant, shimmering light and sound, of fleeting pleasures and emotional connections that burned bright and faded just as quickly. Her family, masters of emotional sculpture and light weaving, created stunning, ephemeral works that were meant to be experienced for a moment and then forgotten, replaced by the next thrilling sensation. But Vysa craved permanence. She saw the beauty in the temporary displays, but they left her with a hollow feeling, a longing for something that would endure beyond a single breath or a momentary surge of collective emotion.Her artistic rebellion began in a dusty back alley behind a Zeltron club, where a grizzled, off-world artisan repaired a broken hydro-spanner. While her peers were captivated by the swirling colors and euphoric music of the nearby cantina, Vysa was mesmerized by the rhythmic clang of the hammer on metal, the controlled chaos of the sparks, and the steady, patient hands that coaxed a useless piece of scrap into a functional tool. She felt the permanence of the metal, its history embedded in every dent and curve, and the transformative power of the forge's heat. This was the beauty she had been searching for: a beauty that had weight, substance, and a defiant longevity. She left her home world with little more than a set of worn tools and an insatiable curiosity, seeking out masters across the galaxy.
She apprenticed with a Gand master-forger on a remote asteroid, learning the secrets of tempering and the spiritual significance of the hammer's strike. On Corellia, she studied with a family of starship armorers, mastering the art of melding and shaping steels into elegant, functional forms. Her most profound lessons came from a reclusive artisan on Naboo, who taught her to fuse raw emotion with physical craft, using her Zeltron empathy not to create temporary pleasure, but to imbue her creations with a lasting, resonant feeling in the force. It was here that her unique style was born: a fusion of Zeltron emotional artistry with the enduring, physical craft of the forge. She no longer created art that was meant to be fleeting; she created pieces that told stories and carried a piece of her soul.
Her path crossed with Krass not through rivalry, as many would have assumed, but through a serendipitous moment of mutual admiration. The most common rumor among her apprentices was that they met at a grand galactic arts festival, a vibrant explosion of culture held on the planet of Alderaan before its tragic end. Vysa was exhibiting a series of inlaid blades, each hilt telling a story of bravery and quiet dignity in delicate patterns of inlaid gemstones and filigree. Krass, the famed Jedi Quartermaster, would have been there not for pleasure, but for business, seeking rare crystals or commissioned pieces for her extensive collection. Vysa, attuned to the emotional currents of those around her, would have been immediately drawn to Krass's raw power, a potent and controlled energy that felt like a star forging itself into being. But more than that, Vysa's empathy would have allowed her to see past the unyielding exterior, to the hidden vulnerability and deep sense of duty that lay beneath. Krass, in turn, would have been captivated by the deep, resonant emotionality of Vysa's work, a quality she rarely encountered in her often brutal and pragmatic world.
Their connection was not born of competition, but of collaboration—a relationship that began with respect and blossomed into a profound partnership in the forge. Krass, with her unparalleled power and focus, would forge a masterpiece blade, each powerful strike a testament to her strength and will. Vysa would then take the raw, powerful piece and begin her delicate, intricate work. Her precise, graceful movements with a jeweler's hammer or a diamond-tipped graver were a dance alongside the echoes of Krass's forceful strikes. She would inlay the hilt with shimmering metals and rare crystals, turning a tool of war into a work of breathtaking art. Their process was a conversation without words: Krass's solid, stable work providing the canvas for Vysa's delicate, emotional flourishes. It was the coming together of softness and strength, of emotion and stability, of art and industry, combining to create something new and beautiful that was more than the sum of its parts.
Vysa offered Krass a different world, a sanctuary of quiet intimacy and artistic expression away from the constant demands of her life. She was the one who would gently wipe the soot from Krass's cheek after a long night in the forge, not with a taunt or a challenge, but with a look of genuine admiration for Krass's dedication and strength. She would be the one to pull Krass away from her work, not with a complaint, but with a sudden, joyful tug on her hand, to show her a beautiful sunset. While Krass would see only the fading light, Vysa would explain the layered colors of the horizon and how they inspired a new enamel technique, opening Krass's eyes to a world of beauty she had long been too busy to notice. Vysa is openly and proudly in love with Krass, and her affection is offered freely and warmly, a constant, calming presence in the storm of Krass's life. She is not a rival to be beaten, but a partner to create with, a refuge of peace, and a testament to the idea that true strength lies not in unyielding hardness, but in the vulnerability to connect and create with someone who sees the beauty in your every facet.