Amvela Vileborn
Character
AMVELA VILEBORN (still WIP)
NAME: Amvela Vileborn
FACTION: The Sith Order
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Vathanit
AGE: 36
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 6'1"
WEIGHT: 172 lbs
EYES: Dark red eyes, feline like
HAIR: Jet black hair, tied out of her face in a ponytail
SKIN: Pale white
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, very strongly so
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
Ferocious Strength - Strong even by Vathanit standards, Amvela is in peak physical condition, her body trained to perfection. She is agile, strong and durable, making her a capable warrior and a fierce fighter.
Force Sensitive - As is true with all of her people, Amvela is a Force Sensitive that has trained in the use of the Force and learned a handful of techniques, capable of learning far more thanks to the teachings of the Sith.
Difficult Appetite - Due to her species Amvela is only able to eat freshly killed, raw food. As such she will need to be provided a constant stream of animals to feed upon, so staying in a space station can be difficult without the proper preparation.
Unwavering Loyalty - What some would see as a strength is also her greatest weakness. Due to her good training and many years spent training under the Sith Order, Amvela is loyal to a fault, never willing to betray or question an order from her master. This can mean that an order deemed 'suicidal' to others would be perfectly acceptable and completed with no hesitation by Amvela.
POWERS:
Force Speed (Expert)
Force Jump (Expert)
Force Rage (Competent)
Force Destruction (Competent)
APPEARANCE:
Humanoid:
In her humanoid form Amvela is a tall, shredded woman. Her body is covered with black paint, contrasting with her pale complexion, and scars litter her whole body - ranging from claw marks from beasts to blaster burns. Her eyes are intense and she is constantly alert and aware, as if she is always on a hunt.
Shifted Form:
A hybrid of a battlecat and a krayt dragon, Amvela's shifted form is a powerful beast, a large monster that almost doubles her size. Unlike other Vathanit, her form has a sharp tail that can be used as a natural weapon, just as sharp as her regular claws.
BIOGRAPHY:
From a young age Amvela was already a step above others of her tribe. A fast learner, she quickly grasped her force abilities and was trained by her mother in the use of a spear. When time came for her twelfth season her people were confident she would do well to fight and return. So she was sent to the jungle to explore and told to come back once fourteen days had passed.
The first days of her time in the jungle already proved a tough challenge, combating with young from other tribes and experimental beasts created by the scientists at Mihaly Castle. Yet despite a few lighg injuries on her body she was mostly unharmed.
The moment that changed her life forever came on her tenth day in the wild, hearing a ship in the distance as it flew in to land. Curious and hungry, the girl watched the small vessel and followed closely behind as it found a clearing to land in. All the children would come back with tales of killing other tribes or fighting beasts. But if she came home with a story of slaying outsiders single-handedly, she would prove her strength in the tribe once again.
As she got close to the landing zone she heard voices, soldiers of a type she had never seen before. They held strange devices in her hands like she had never seen. But her family had told her stories of outsiders such as these. Their weapons shot bolts of energy that would kill, but they were untrained in the hunt.
Which was good enough for her.
As soon as she saw an opening she leapt out of the treeline and launched her spear through the air, watching as it landed perfectly through the neck of her target. Now unarmed, she ran forward with her enhanced speed as three other soldiers prepared their weapons. Pouncing one, her natural claws and powerful strength easily tore through the man, before a blaster bold flew past her, scraping her shoulder and leaving a burn. Hissing angrily, the girl knew she couldn't take another hit like that. At least not in her regular form.
With a loud warcry she turned into her feline form, a mix of a large battlecat and a krayt dragon. As she morphed her shout turned to a roar, echoing across the jungle. With a feral hunger she rushed the last two soldiers. Unique to her form was a sharp, jagged tail, something that none of the others in her tribe possessed. As her jaws snapped at the first soldier her tail lunged at the other, biting one man in half while the other was quickly impaled on her tail, both screaming for a short moment before their life was cut short.
Once all the soldiers were dead she shifted back into her humanoid form, the taste of fresh blood dancing around her mouth. She knelt down beside a body and took back her spear with a small grin on her face, eager to tell her tribe what she had accomplished that day.
Her happiness was quickly cut short, however, when an unknown blast knocked her back. Her body slammed violently into the floor as a cloaked figure left the ship, hand extended from a distance. Amvela rose to her feet quickly but was grabbed by the Force, suspended in the air and held in place by the assailant. No matter how hard she tried to resist her attempts were met with no success, watching as the strange figure came closer.
"How fascinating" a low voiced man spoke, his features hidden under his hood. Amvela hissed in his face, clearly showing no fear at the presence of the strange man. Underneath his hood the man smiled a wicked grin, sensing her potential with the Force and the use she could be to his order.
Dragged back to the ship and locked in a cell compartment, Amvela watched with anger as she was taken from her home planet to a larger ship in space. Once on board the larger ship she was taken to another cell. After some time a new man came in to remove her restraints. He showed a kindness to her, some level of empathy, but it meant nothing to the girl. As soon as her restraints were off she lashed out with her sharp claws, stopped short by a blast of Force energy, pinning her to the wall.
It was there that the man explained her situation, that he was a member of the Sith Order, that the soldiers she had killed were a part of a scouting mission. When he asked if she understood so far she snarled but nodded, the man dropping her. Then he explained she had two choices. The first was that she would be killed as vengeance for the soldiers she killed, the second being that she joined the order. He explained the potential they saw in her, that she was stronger than even her own people likely knew.
Hearing that she was powerful once again only fuelled her ego and drive to train, but the knowledge that she would not return home pained her chest. Deep down, however, she knew she had no choice. She spoke through a low growl and said she would join them.
Years went by and her training went successfully, teaching her force techniques that her people knew nothing about. She was trained in various lightsaber types and forms before settling on a lightsaber spear, using an aggressive fighting style that combined the ferocious combat of her people and the aggressive fighting style of the Sith.
Now, in current time, her master met his end in a fight with another member of the Sith Order after strong disagreements, Amvela taken under the wing of the man that killed her master - happy to be trained by someone stronger than herself.
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
TBD
NAME: Amvela Vileborn
FACTION: The Sith Order
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Vathanit
AGE: 36
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 6'1"
WEIGHT: 172 lbs
EYES: Dark red eyes, feline like
HAIR: Jet black hair, tied out of her face in a ponytail
SKIN: Pale white
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, very strongly so
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
Ferocious Strength - Strong even by Vathanit standards, Amvela is in peak physical condition, her body trained to perfection. She is agile, strong and durable, making her a capable warrior and a fierce fighter.
Force Sensitive - As is true with all of her people, Amvela is a Force Sensitive that has trained in the use of the Force and learned a handful of techniques, capable of learning far more thanks to the teachings of the Sith.
Difficult Appetite - Due to her species Amvela is only able to eat freshly killed, raw food. As such she will need to be provided a constant stream of animals to feed upon, so staying in a space station can be difficult without the proper preparation.
Unwavering Loyalty - What some would see as a strength is also her greatest weakness. Due to her good training and many years spent training under the Sith Order, Amvela is loyal to a fault, never willing to betray or question an order from her master. This can mean that an order deemed 'suicidal' to others would be perfectly acceptable and completed with no hesitation by Amvela.
POWERS:
Force Speed (Expert)
Force Jump (Expert)
Force Rage (Competent)
Force Destruction (Competent)
APPEARANCE:
Humanoid:
In her humanoid form Amvela is a tall, shredded woman. Her body is covered with black paint, contrasting with her pale complexion, and scars litter her whole body - ranging from claw marks from beasts to blaster burns. Her eyes are intense and she is constantly alert and aware, as if she is always on a hunt.
Shifted Form:
A hybrid of a battlecat and a krayt dragon, Amvela's shifted form is a powerful beast, a large monster that almost doubles her size. Unlike other Vathanit, her form has a sharp tail that can be used as a natural weapon, just as sharp as her regular claws.
BIOGRAPHY:
From a young age Amvela was already a step above others of her tribe. A fast learner, she quickly grasped her force abilities and was trained by her mother in the use of a spear. When time came for her twelfth season her people were confident she would do well to fight and return. So she was sent to the jungle to explore and told to come back once fourteen days had passed.
The first days of her time in the jungle already proved a tough challenge, combating with young from other tribes and experimental beasts created by the scientists at Mihaly Castle. Yet despite a few lighg injuries on her body she was mostly unharmed.
The moment that changed her life forever came on her tenth day in the wild, hearing a ship in the distance as it flew in to land. Curious and hungry, the girl watched the small vessel and followed closely behind as it found a clearing to land in. All the children would come back with tales of killing other tribes or fighting beasts. But if she came home with a story of slaying outsiders single-handedly, she would prove her strength in the tribe once again.
As she got close to the landing zone she heard voices, soldiers of a type she had never seen before. They held strange devices in her hands like she had never seen. But her family had told her stories of outsiders such as these. Their weapons shot bolts of energy that would kill, but they were untrained in the hunt.
Which was good enough for her.
As soon as she saw an opening she leapt out of the treeline and launched her spear through the air, watching as it landed perfectly through the neck of her target. Now unarmed, she ran forward with her enhanced speed as three other soldiers prepared their weapons. Pouncing one, her natural claws and powerful strength easily tore through the man, before a blaster bold flew past her, scraping her shoulder and leaving a burn. Hissing angrily, the girl knew she couldn't take another hit like that. At least not in her regular form.
With a loud warcry she turned into her feline form, a mix of a large battlecat and a krayt dragon. As she morphed her shout turned to a roar, echoing across the jungle. With a feral hunger she rushed the last two soldiers. Unique to her form was a sharp, jagged tail, something that none of the others in her tribe possessed. As her jaws snapped at the first soldier her tail lunged at the other, biting one man in half while the other was quickly impaled on her tail, both screaming for a short moment before their life was cut short.
Once all the soldiers were dead she shifted back into her humanoid form, the taste of fresh blood dancing around her mouth. She knelt down beside a body and took back her spear with a small grin on her face, eager to tell her tribe what she had accomplished that day.
Her happiness was quickly cut short, however, when an unknown blast knocked her back. Her body slammed violently into the floor as a cloaked figure left the ship, hand extended from a distance. Amvela rose to her feet quickly but was grabbed by the Force, suspended in the air and held in place by the assailant. No matter how hard she tried to resist her attempts were met with no success, watching as the strange figure came closer.
"How fascinating" a low voiced man spoke, his features hidden under his hood. Amvela hissed in his face, clearly showing no fear at the presence of the strange man. Underneath his hood the man smiled a wicked grin, sensing her potential with the Force and the use she could be to his order.
Dragged back to the ship and locked in a cell compartment, Amvela watched with anger as she was taken from her home planet to a larger ship in space. Once on board the larger ship she was taken to another cell. After some time a new man came in to remove her restraints. He showed a kindness to her, some level of empathy, but it meant nothing to the girl. As soon as her restraints were off she lashed out with her sharp claws, stopped short by a blast of Force energy, pinning her to the wall.
It was there that the man explained her situation, that he was a member of the Sith Order, that the soldiers she had killed were a part of a scouting mission. When he asked if she understood so far she snarled but nodded, the man dropping her. Then he explained she had two choices. The first was that she would be killed as vengeance for the soldiers she killed, the second being that she joined the order. He explained the potential they saw in her, that she was stronger than even her own people likely knew.
Hearing that she was powerful once again only fuelled her ego and drive to train, but the knowledge that she would not return home pained her chest. Deep down, however, she knew she had no choice. She spoke through a low growl and said she would join them.
Years went by and her training went successfully, teaching her force techniques that her people knew nothing about. She was trained in various lightsaber types and forms before settling on a lightsaber spear, using an aggressive fighting style that combined the ferocious combat of her people and the aggressive fighting style of the Sith.
Now, in current time, her master met his end in a fight with another member of the Sith Order after strong disagreements, Amvela taken under the wing of the man that killed her master - happy to be trained by someone stronger than herself.
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
TBD
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