Ignatius
A N A R C H Y
|| THE BASICS ||- Full name: Akuma Shisu
- Pronunciation: A-ku-ma She-su
- Preferred Name: Akuma
- Alias: Black Lightning
- Titles: Red-eyed Demon
- Species: Morganian
- Homeworld: Morgania System - Unknown
- Faction(s): One Sith, Sith Assassins
- Rank(s): Sith Acolyte
- Class: Assassin-in-training
- Master(s): [member="Xander Blackmoore"]
- Padawan(s): None
- Force Sensitive: Yes.
- Force Alignment: Chaotic Evil Mixed with Lawful Evil
- Gender: Female
- Age: 18 Galactic standard years
- Height: Five foot four inches
- Weight: One hundred even
- Complexion: White, Deathly pale
- Eye Color: Red due to dark side corruption. Original color unknown.
- Hair Color: Black, long.
- Distinguishing Marks: Scars over the body. Burn marks on forearms, cuts just about everywhere. A few bite marks on neck, hands and even on the upper arms.
- Voice Sample: None at this time.
- Appearance Description: Long dark hair, slender yet muscular form, Scars that range my body. I look a little small for my age, But I make up for that. My red eyes are said to be glowing, I am almost always composed. I generally wear a black skirt with a black shirt and red tie. I do wear durasteel bracers on my arms, and have armor on my calves as well. I will carry a virosword all the time.
- Marital Status: Single
- Sexual Conduct: Hetrosexual,
- Languages: Galactic Basic, Sith, Huttese,
- Occupation: Assassin, Apprentice,
- Residence: Unknown.
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|| STRENGTHS ||- Force: The force flows through my veins. Being one of the few who are cursed to have this ability. Despite knowing very little in the force, the powers that I do know, I excel at.
- Melee weapons: I am very talented in the use of Katanas, and similar styled weapons. I know how to use a lightsaber, but not as well as a katana. Hence why I almost never use the weapon.
- Tolerance to Drugs: I have a higher tolerance to things such as deathsticks, cigarettes, and other such.
- Pain Tolerance: Having a high pain tolerance, I can endure things such as broken limbs, cuts, or wounds that cause extreme pain to feel lessened. However, I still feel pain.
- Force Hidden: When other force users try and search for me as a force user, they won’t find me. For an odd reason, I can use the force, but look and “feel” like a non-force user.
- Slippery: Fast and agile, it’s hard to catch me. More often than not, I will dodge your attacks or grabs, instead of defending against them.
- Force Enhancement: The force powers I use are mostly used against myself. Things such as enhancing my speed, strength, and even healing myself should I need to be. About the only thing I can do to others is using simple telekinesis to throw objects, or to push them away. Sometimes I can my myself look like a spirit as I try to make myself invisible, but I am not quite there.
- Calm Demeanor: While I may seem like a very crazy and demented person, I act rather calmly and rather composed. This allows me to keep a leveled head in battle.
- Anger in Battle: In normal life, I look composed. In battle, I look and seem to be a raging Lunatic by how aggressively I fight and the screaming and yelling that comes with it. As well as using Force Rage. However, in my mind, I am calm.
- Troubled past: After being sold into slavery by my parents, then being trained by bounty hunters, and separated from my sister, I have been living alone and having to deal with no family, and no friends. If I had any, they are all dead, or have left me.
- Flashes: After some event that people are calling the Netherworld, and it’s breaking out, I found myself laying on the ground covered in blood, and with a curved vibrosword in my hand. I have flashes of battlefields that were endless, and the constant killing. I also have flashes of fighting men and women to protect a monster. They come a go.
- Trading: While I fight, sometimes people I am fighting with will look or become someone else in my eyes. I could be fighting a trooper, and before I charge him, he shapes and forms into someone I care for. Be it my family, or a friend. And yet, I know it’s fake. So I kill them anyways. And sometimes, it gets kind of hard to tell if they are my friend or foe
- Socially Awkward: I know very little of what life is like at this time. I don’t get social cues, and jokes are foreign to me. I look to be a cold hearted person, and almost militaristic. I don't work well with others, and I can sometimes been seen breaking orders, or ranks.
- Dead inside: I feel dead. I have almost no emotions that are happy. So I can’t feel love, and compassion. These types of feelings are weird to me, and I don’t want others to see me in such a state. However, I do feel pleasure from pain.
- Tainted Soul: I am tainted by the Dark side. Stuck forever to wield the darkness in my veins. The light never touches me.
- Pains: I have physical pains that ail me. Scars that hurt, and causing almost constant pain. I don’t last in long drawn out fights. I fight to end it quickly and move on. Some of these pains can be a sharp pain in my chest or limbs, or even a dull pain in my stomach.
- Sadomasochism/Sadistic/Masochistic: I enjoy the feeling of pain. Or having the pleasure of inflicting pain. There are scars on my arms from me cutting myself, as well as burn marks on my arms, cut scars from whips on my back, and I love to cause pain to others. I kill, I maim, and I inflict any and all kinds of pain on people. To the point where I can become sexually aroused.
- Lesser (Normal) Body strength: I am a girl. I also feel constant pain. And I am not very big. These make it hard for me to be physically stronger than others. Overpowering is not really a way I like to go normally. However, that doesn’t mean I can’t use the force. Because of my refusal to use the force, in everyday life, I am weak.
- Refusal of the Force: I refuse to use the force outside of battle. The only instances I will, is when my life is on the line. Maybe if I have a friend and they might die, but very unlikely.
- Refusal of the Lightsaber: I refuse to use the lightsaber I carry. Well, more so I just don’t like to use it. I will use up every possible endeavor before I use my lightsaber. Simply because I don’t like it. Though, that may be a bad idea.
Pre Role-play:
I was born to my parents. I don’t remember much of them. All that I remember is my mother’s voice telling me she loved me as a man’s burly arms were pulling me away. The years I spent as a child blended together that I could hardly remember how long I had been at one place or another. Sold into slavery by my parents because they couldn’t afford myself and my siblings. I still don’t know how many I have to this day. I only remember one of them. Younger, small. We didn’t even call each other by our names. We just called each other sis. I’ll try and tell you everything I can remember.
The first thing I really do remember vividly was as a five year old kid hauling around boxes, or doing menial labor. Trying my best to be a good slave for my master so I could earn my freedom. My sister and I worked together working day in and day out. Each night we would go to bed sore, and exhausted. Some of the other slaves were worried that we would work ourselves to death. And that might have been true.
I remember an instance where both my sister and I were working really hard. I believe we were moving wood to the main house of our Master. He had a son. One that was about my age. I think I was 8 at the time. So the lad would have been around 11 or 12. Old enough to be called a young man. Since he was my master’s son, he too was my boss. He ordered me to enter the barn that they had. And have everybody else leave. He did look nice. At the time I had a crush on him. He was composed, wealthy, and free. So we would always meet in the barn at the end of the day and talk about what life was like for one another. Eventually, he decided to ask me about what being a girl was like. As innocent as I was, I said that it was fine and we continued on to the point where we…. Shall we say, figured out what the other gender had in terms of parts. I was very shy but he was adventurous, and this lead to his limited knowledge of something that no child should know. After he said he liked me, he forced himself onto me. At first I didn’t like it, but later on I learned to love it. I enjoyed the feeling of pleasure. I stayed with this family for many years with my sister. We grew up and when I was around 15 we were caught.
The boy and I were caught in the act and while he was told to put it up and go home, I was beaten by my master. Less than two days later, both my sister and I were sent somewhere else. My sister insisting to come with me. They allowed it and we were put into the service of a Hutt. We were young dancers, and waitresses for the Crimelord. Still don’t remember his name to this day. Everything is all fuzzy as he had all of his girls hyped up on deathstick smoke, and other narcotics. Even anti-depressants, and even in some cases drugs that caused arousal. Because puberty hit me quick and early. I grew and my body changed. Men would tell me that I was pretty, and beautiful before they would force themselves on me for the sake of pleasuring themselves, as well as me earing credits for my Master.
Men were different. Some liked it easy and smooth. Others liked to cause pain to me, and for me to cause pain to them. It was from this that I soon began to gain pleasure from pain. So much so that I caused pain to other slaves for my own enjoyment. Though, Never to my sister. We mostly worked apart from one another, and the only time we could see each other, was from the other side of bars in the cells we were kept in at night. We didn’t really talk often, and we were drifting apart. So much so, that she even betrayed me.
I was addicted to drugs. Mostly the arousal types. And would steal them from the cabinets they were in. My sister caught me, and turned me in. I was beaten and was given a fake hanging. They hung me, but only long enough to show that they had complete control over me. I had a bruise around my neck for a few weeks afterwards. Increasingly so, if I stepped out of line even the slightest bit, I would be beaten. Rumors were spread that the men were told to go harder on me, and to inflict pain to me when we were together. At first I was going from not being beaten at all, to beaten a few times a week, to every day, and then on to many times a day. My sister and I were farther apart than ever. She liked to see me in pain. And every day, I slowly began to hate all of them more and more. There would be times that I wouldn’t follow the rules simply so I could try and be a rebel. Not a good idea now that I tell you this.
Despite this, I decided I would take a stand. While I had been working with a guard, I had taken a vibroblade that he had, and stabbed it into him as he slept. Smothering his yells with a pillow. I moved out of the room, sneaking by others as I made it towards the Hutt’s quarters, and as I entered the room, I eased up to the slug, placing the tip of the sword lightly on his lips as he slept, I then shoved it home. As I did, I felt a burst of energy come from me increasing the amount of force I used. So much so that I had shoved the blade deep into the Hutt’s throat. My hand was stuck inside the back of its neck. Everyone woke up by the large gurgling sounds of the Hutt dying. Biting down on my arm hard, I had to deal with the pain, screaming out myself as a guard tried to pull me off. Eventually I came out of his mouth, only for the Hutt to be long gone into the void.
I was beaten within an inch of my life, all by guards or men who wanted to take revenge against me for killing their Lord. However, there was one man. One man who stood up. He too was one of the guards. And was the only guard who I had never slept with. He treated me kindly, and was the one who fed me when I was beaten daily. Grabbing his own weapon, I was surprised to find that a Lightsaber, a Legendary weapon among the Jedi and Sith alike was activated. Used to such a high potency that even the greatest of Lords would have fallen. He killed or severely injured all of the guards with ease, and after grabbing me, he ran for it. As we were running, I stopped after seeing my sister. She stood there. Offering her my hand to come with me, I pleaded with her to come. My younger sister. And all she did was walk away.
I began to cry and scream as the only friend I had in my life was leaving me. I rushed after her, but the unknown force user grabbed me and began to run off. With me screaming and kicking the entire way. I don’t remember getting onto the ship or actually leaving. I just remember that when I woke up, my throat was raw, my eyes were puffy from the tears, and I felt utterly alone.
To me it felt like an eternity I was in that ship. Laying down and just crying my eyes out. I hurt so much. I was so angry. I looked for anything to cause myself pain. Maybe to lessen the one I felt inside. The best I could do was grabbing broken shards of a mirror and cutting myself. I cut deeply. Down into my legs and thighs. Cutting into the bottoms of my feet to cause myself pain even when I walked. I just stood there. Letting the blood pool around me as I cried, and bled out.
I had stood there so long that I was close to death. I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I just wanted to sleep. But as I was falling, a shadow rushed towards me and caught me. I fell asleep once more. Only to wake up in restraints, and a man, handsome looking. Eyes so blue I felt like I was in the sea. His face sharp, but smooth. His long blonde locks of hair looked almost enchanted to me. I felt weird. I simply looked at him. But my attention shifted as I could feel a throbbing in my legs and feet. I looked down at myself to see I was naked, except for the bandages around my legs and feet. They were wrapped tightly and packed to keep my legs from moving. I felt hot, and the air conditioning felt good on my exposed chest as he sat there. A pair of shorts, and a grey t-shirt. He just sat there.
I looked at him with a sad face, and began to cry again. Not caring that this beautiful man, was watching me. I cried silently. Eventually when I stopped and breathed in, the man placed his hand on my shoulder. Nodding his head as he spoke. A clear and caring voice that was soothing to my ears. It felt like he was the one thing that I was missing in life. “It’s okay. You are safe here, and I will be here for you.”
Nodding my head like a lost child. I just laid there. With a very much damaged voice, breaking and cracking, “Can I be out of these?” It was with a nod and a point of a finger that the man continued, “Don’t walk, or you will open the wounds again. The best I will allow you is to sit up. Got me?” I was about to argue when his eyes showed that he really wanted to trust me. He really did care. I nodded my head and was released.
Over the span of a few months, I got to know this man. Aragon Daratrix, a self-taught rogue force user had been traveling the galaxy to try and find people to help. While he was no Jedi, and he actually used the Dark Side of the force, he acted in a good way with them. We became friends. Helping one another. I didn’t cut myself. I didn’t harm myself or others. Wasn’t forced to have sex. I had freedom. I could choose what to eat and drink. When I wanted to sleep or talk. Be that as it may, I would have never admitted then, that I was falling in love with him. He was the first person to take care of me. To see me for who I really was at the time.
He then began to train me. Teaching me what he knew in Telekinesis and other forms of the force, I very much liked the forms of enhancing the strength and ability of myself. Even as he trained me, he taught me to use the lightsaber, as well as with the form of Ataru. He taught me to defend myself. Enough to get by. More importantly, the tool I liked to use most often was the Vibroblade he had. Shaped in a Katana, he kept it because it was a friend of his that was long dead. Claiming that I was now 16 years old, he gave it to me on my birthday. He said he didn’t need it anymore, and it was more suited for me. I agreed with him, and we continued on with life. Going from place to place. Living out of his ship. We became more than friends. So much so that we would sleep together. Now when I say sleep together, I mean we went to sleep. Not have intercourse. He would cuddle me up next to him and we would fall asleep together. And that was the only way I could sleep. I felt so safe with him.
We worked together and I became really good at fighting. So much so that I moved faster than he did. Faster than he ever could. However, he still had strength and experience over me. From our fights going from me losing all the time, to me winning one here or there by luck, to the point where we were almost even. It had been another year and he had then given me another present on my17th birthday. It looked like a lot of puzzle pieces put into it, and he told me that when I was ready, I would find out how to solve the puzzle.
Even when we trained, I would try and think of ways to put it together. Sometimes I got an idea, but when I put it to the test, it didn’t work. I asked him one day about it. Wondering why and how. His only clue was “Think not about what is in front of you, but think about all that is there. Think what nobody else will think. Only then will you discover what lay beneath the puzzle.”
Over the next few months, I pondered about it, and thought I had found it out when we were visiting Courscant. And we knew that the Sith had taken over a while back, when we were both surrounded by Sith Acolytes. Apparently Aragon had bounties on his head from the Sith for defecting from them. And with that, we were hunted down. We both fought against five of them, but even with that, both of us were defeated. I was fighting one with a lightsaber that I have been borrowing from Aragon for the longest time. And as I heard a scream behind me, I watched as Aragon had not just one, but three lightsabers sticking from his chest.
In my anger and pain, I screamed. Letting loose a bloodcurdling scream that broke even Transparisteel in the area. I rushed forward with a burning rage, and I moved at such speeds that I had never performed before, rushing the three of them and ending their lives. I threw my saber at one man, killing him and the other was already dead from earlier fight with Aragon. I took the lightsabers out of his chest, and cradled his head in my arms as I sat there on the street with dead bodies around me. His smile was bright and true. He reached up to me, and placing a bloody hand on my cheek, he spoke.
“Its okay. We will see each other again.” I questioned how with a look, and his response will stay with me forever. “I love you.”
I could see as his eyes brightened and became so clear to me. He loved me. He cared for me at first because I was lost. But over time, he loved me. I began to cry as I pleaded for him not to leave. He smiled and shook his head. Patting my cheek and shushing me to try and get me to calm down. There were so many things I wanted to say. To do with him. He smiled at me, and as I looked into his bright blue eyes, slowly the faded to a grey. Watching as his life force left me here. I screamed out in pain. Rocking him back and forth, and using my hand to slap him awake. I punched his chest. I slammed my fist I argued with myself that he was not gone. That I was not alone. I couldn’t be without him. I sat there with his every growing cold head resting on my lap.
I stayed there crying as the local police came. Dragging me away. I felt numb. Empty. Alone. Forgotten. I was taken to the prison where I stayed. Men tried to come up to me and seduce me. But all they got was a sharp jab to the throat or a punch to the groin. I was alone in the Galaxy. I had died.
Almost.
As I was being sentenced to death, I had stolen my vibroblade and escaped with the aid of one of the men who wanted to get it on with me. The deal was he got me out, he would score. Only he didn’t know the score was his death. I silenced him with my blade across his neck and moved on. Finding the ship that Aragon had, I gathered my items. Crying the entire time. I also took the puzzle with me. And left.
Roaming the planet for a time before leaving and going from place to place. It was then that in a sudden flash, I felt pain. I had been shot in the chest. I had been walking around, and a bounty hunter had shot me. And in that instant, I felt a release. I was dying. And it felt good. Maybe then I could see Aragon. But with a turn of events, my life flashed before me in visions of endless killing. One thought ran through my mind. “Protect Akala, Fight for Akala.” And I remember a vision of me walking out of a portal of some kind, when I killed others on the random planet. And in the darkness, I woke up to find myself bloody, on the battlefield, and being carried away by a medical team. I felt alone once more. Only did I realize that I was standing within an event called the Netherworld. Where everybody vanished. I had when I was dying, and so I kept some of my items. Including my puzzle. I was cleaned up and released. Allowed to go out on my own.
Now 18 years old, I found that since I had died as the shifting between worlds, it had caused me to become a force user that felt and seemed like I had no ability to use the force. I roamed around. Becoming a freelance assassin with the Sith Assassins. Accepting that I needed work no matter where it was. I honed my skills. And now, I look for someone to teach me. And, a way back to the Netherworld. Where I will find Aragon, and I will save him. As of recent, I have been competing in the Illegal underground pit fights, as well as working to train myself with the Sith.
Roleplayed:
WIP
