The Spacepiress of Chaos
..:: Amelia Sorenn ::..
"The Galaxy is in Chaos. The Sith and the Jedi alike destroy all that which had once stood in their wake. It is time for use to reclaim the galaxy and cast away the ancient tyrants and their religions which they use to hold other beneath them."
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..:: Biographical Information ::..
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Homeworld: Panatha
Birth: 798 ABY
Death:
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..:: Biological Classification ::..
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Species: Epicanthix
Gender: Female
Height: 1.92 meters
Weight: 79.3 kilograms
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Skin Color: Alabaster
Force Sensitive: No
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..:: Political Affiliation ::..
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Faction(s):
- The Templar Order
Rank(s):
- Knight-Commander
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..:: Appearance ::..
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Shorter than an average Epicanthix, though by no means does she require to ensure that her height is altered. Though while she is short for her own species, she still towers over many others whom she has come across. Her height often coupled with her cold demeanor and stare has proven to keep others from harassing her or even thinking of lifting a hand against her.
She pulls back the veil of the world; seeing it through a pair of nearly luminescent yellow eyes. While those hues alone stand out, she furthers their appearance through the utilization of dark cosmetics. Blacks and deep blue tones shown her eyes as if they are stars blinking upon the darkened void of space. Though beyond a pale lipstick she uses little in the form of cosmetics. She was lucky enough to have been graced with beauty from birth; a fact that she has accepted and often flaunts.
While much of her figure is unmarred, as she was always careful to ensure that her face was left unscathed; the same is not said for her form. Scars mark upon her skin, and while many others would be ashamed or even desire to find a means to remove them, for her they are all a tale, a mark of which to be proud. The most noticeable is that which was also the closest to ending her life; the scar marking from the upper right hip and running just below her left breast.
In terms of clothing she has often come to prefer the close comfort and caress of her full body-glove; though upon this is often worn a set of armor which she has become accustomed to wearing at all times. What little clothing she wears beyond armor would just as likely be found in a Zeltron's wardrobe, skin tight gowns and clothing that are intended to entice and lure rather than frighten. Of course it is few and far between, those times in which she wears those much more revealing clothing, and only a few across the galaxy have seen her in anything less.
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..:: Personality ::..
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Cold and enduring; a rock that has weathered storm after storm and yet in all that time the cracks, if there have been any, have no shown. Her life is one that should have been different, she should have not found herself upon the road she was forced to travel. Yet her mind has become honed to the point that she now believes there hath been no other road for her to travel. No matter had her life been different, she knows that she would always go down the path which she has found herself.
There is no room in her heart for anything more than contempt and coldness. Those whom seek to come closer find themselves rebuked and shunned. Those whom attempt to see themselves beyond anything more than a friend or associate are left wondering what had just happened and why they are missing a hand. Those few whom she permits to come that close to her are of her own whim and even then they do not last by her side for more than a night.
For her she can not stand those whom utilize the Force to live; for in her mind they are the ones whom have sown chaos upon the galaxy. If they must live, then they must be watched, and not by their own kind, by those whom will step forward and prevent them from abusing their powers. For her there is no difference if one calls themselves a Sith, a Jedi, or a Witch; for her those whom use the Force are the deadliest of beings in the galaxy.
Those thoughts, her own actions of keeping others away are a result of that which she has witnessed. Her parents bankrupting themselves to flee the reign of a tyrannical despot that sits upon the throne of Pantha. Her daughter, so naive in her abilities as she was turned to the dark side, slaughtering all before Amelia herself put her down like a rabid dog. She has seen the dangers that those whom are touched by the force represent, and she has made it her crusade to change how the galaxy looks upon them.
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..:: Historical Biography ::..
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So our story beings; though which shall you become, the Hero or the Villain? A question worthy for many whom begin their lives in such a manner as she has, and for those whom have had to spill blood before they were even considered an adult. There was a time when she was a happy girl, filled with love and joy, and even allowing her eyes to wander upon those whom she was drawn towards. Though nothing can ever be as in a fairy tale or else all whom wished upon a star would have their every desire granted. No, for her life would be one of misery, a crucible to forge her into the weapon that she would become.
At a young age she left her homeworld, barely able to even remember the family home; her parents having sold every last thing they had to flee what would prove to be tyranny. Slowly they ran across the Galaxy, from one world to the next, always a step ahead of some war or invasion that would break out. Each time they would lose just a little more hope, a little more of themselves until the night when an individual claiming to be a Jedi approached them.
Her sister was said to have a gift, one that few in the galaxy could use or were even touched by; a gift that was special for their species due to their own immunity. Of course her family could bare the thought of parting with their youngest, and refused the offer, rather choosing to remain with her and travel to the next world. Though such a decision would prove fatal as one night she lashed out; terrified of some nightmare she killed those around her, all the while she screamed in her sleep even as their parents tried to wake her to no avail.
That scar upon her body was gained in the following moments; when she approached her sister whom lashed out once more, nearly cutting Amelia in twain. Loosing blood, and purely running on adrenaline; she killed her sister as she slept, strangling the girl until her voice cried out no longer. It was not until the next morning was she found, slumped over and nearly dead, the blood in a small puddle beneath her. It was only by the grace of a thief that she survived, and now as she healed in a makeshift hospital of some invading army, she was alone in the galaxy.
Here is where the real story starts, a girl alone in the galaxy and preying eyes falling upon her. Upon that battlefield she would learn all that she would need in order to survive, including the art of killing. For her, each time she brought another down, the same image flashed upon her mind of her sister killing their family. It was also during this time she learned that there was no one for her to care for, nor should she.
Any friend she made one day was gone the next, lost to some explosion or weapon. She shut herself away from the galaxy, allowing none within. For years she lived this way, moving about from battlefield to battlefield; until a very fateful day pushed them across the path. She did not care whom they were or what they called themselves, they fought sword upon sword and to her they were both enemies. As she watched this Jedi and Sith clash, she could only remember what her sister did and how that one being calling himself a Jedi had tried to take her. She knew within that this was what would have happened to her sister, just another weapon claiming a life.
Without a thought, be it on pure instinct or from some desire, she squeezed the trigger. With a cacophonous roar the ground shook and the air split, and as fire and smoke bellowed she lost sight of those that had been before her. It was not until the smoke cleared that it revealed both laying before her; and then and there she made her decision.
The galaxy was in chaos. It was the Jedi and the Sith whom sown the seeds, destroying all that had stood within their wake. They were nothing more than a separate face upon the same coin. For her there was no other path that should could find herself on, for her this was the path that she would follow.
Jedi or Sith, Witch or Prophet; it mattered not. All those whom utilized the Force had to be watched, and they could no longer be permitted to govern or judge themselves. The galaxy bled and cried out because of their actions and it was time for the denizens of the galaxy to rise up and reclaim all which had been destroyed.
