Anna Sachae
Somebody's Mom
" There's a strong heart in there. A heart capable of love, and passion, and belief. I'd know. I put it there. "
NAME: Anna Marie Sachae
FACTION: -
RANK: -
SPECIES: Human (Kuati, clone)
AGE: Mature; clone body awake for 14 years
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'3" (160cm)
WEIGHT: 120 lbs. (54 kg)
EYES: Dark brown
SKIN: Medium
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
Sins: Pride
Virtues: Kindness, Patience
Spouse:
Petra Cavataio
(presumed deceased)Children:
Fabula Caromed
,
Fable Merrill
Languages: Basic, Binary, High Galactic, Huttese, Paecean
Avatar: Michelle Rodriguez. I finally found a way to get more obvious than Tifa.
Voice: As above.
Theme: Have some appropriately heroic music.
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STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES:
- + Science Hero. Big, sexy brain. Due to her unique understanding of machines coupled with a career of software and hardware development, starship and cybernetics engineering, and experience in advanced cybersurgery, there aren't many ways that Anna can't outthink a problem. She has a passion for medicine and chemistry, too, though she's less knowledgeable about them than more mechanical subjects.
- + Technopath. Anna is good with machines. Really, really good with machines. Her connection to the Force is very specialized, allowing her to inherently understand any machine she comes into contact with, as well as how to repair it, improve it, or control it. This can be compared to an "always on" form of technometry or Mechu-deru.
- - Action Survivor. While she isn't helpless (she did have military self-defense training...) Anna is far from a frontline combatant. She tends to apply her wits more than her blaster to obstacles, and is in every way a squishy human. No offensive Force powers, either. Basically, Anna is not a fighter, and has no intent to be.
- - Chronic Hero Syndrome. There are worse psychological disorders to come down with than a messiah complex, but it’s still a disorder. Anna has an almost clinical deficiency in selfishness, and seems to be completely incapable of putting herself before others. If you don’t think this can get you in trouble, you’ve never played an RPG.
- ~ Mary Sue. I’m not even trying to hide it.
Anna Sachae is a smallish woman with warm-colored skin, uncontrollably wavy hair, and an invincible smile. Her body is slender, though she’s got some sleek muscles somewhere under all of that “I spend most of my time in a garage or lab” baby fat. She does own formal clothes, but tends to dress casual even when dressing casual would be considered pretty inappropriate.
POSSESSIONS:
None to speak of.
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BIOGRAPHY:
If you’re familiar with the history of one Fabula Cavataio, you may already know of Anna Sachae. Chances are, though, that you don’t know the whole story.
In an age long since past, almost six hundred years ago, the Kuat Drive Yards technicians Galen and Marylin Sachae gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Named Anna Marie, she spent her formative years on KDY, rarely leaving the drydocks for long. Kuat was a hellhole, after all, and her parents were just technicians. They didn’t have the credits for the three of them to move around much. This had the beneficial side-effect of providing Anna with a fantastic chance to learn absolutely everything there was to know about starship maintenance, and the negative side-effect of leaving her utterly clueless in matters of galactic politics.
The Galactic Empire (one of the many factions to hold that name and the associated imagery) was in control of Kuat from the moment of Anna’s birth until her seventeenth birthday, when she was finally old enough to do something with her life. While her parents encouraged her to stay at KDY and fix up ships for a peaceful living with them, Anna was drawn to the galaxy at large. She saw people suffering, and thought to remedy that to the very best of her ability. It was unfortunate, then, that she signed on with the Galactic Empire as a starship technician, because that was just about the opposite of “help”.
As an Imperial soldier, Anna was taught many things. Some of them, like Echani self-defense and how to operate basic firearms, weren’t terribly useful to her in her crusade to make the galaxy a better place. Others, like droid engineering and cybersurgery, were just about vital. One of Anna’s superiors, an admiral named Disra, saw her potential and responded to it by offering her leaps in privilege and responsibility the likes of which a fresh recruit probably wasn’t ready for. Whether it was being the chief engineer on an Imperial flagship or spearheading the Empire’s first real research into artificial intelligence, Anna had begun to bite off far more than she could chew. This culminated in the Arc Hammer incident, where Anna sabotaged her own work on a droid superweapon when her youthful naivete wore off and she finally realized that the weapons she was making weren’t saving lives, but ending them.
Rather than execution, Anna faced banishment from Imperial space for life, a heartbreaking obstacle for someone who was so attached to her family. She did what she could, however, and moved to Tatooine, starting up her own private business and working with some less-than-reputable entities. Ayden Cater, Kalinai Soluza, Steph Zenima, and even the dread pirate Saede Taggart were a few of the faces she met and worked with after her dishonorable discharge, but Anna still got to help people, and as long as she was helping people, she was happy.
It was during this time of mercenary action that Anna first met Petra Cavataio. Captured by her son during a pirate raid, Anna quickly became an unhealthy obsession for the Cavataio matriarch. She faced months of torture, and though her willpower was fierce, it wasn’t invincible. Anna eventually cracked due to a combination of constant abuse and the gradual onset of Stockholm Syndrome. After she stopped resisting, Anna found that Petra could be quite affectionate, and their life was at least some definition of happy for years. The arch-witch even helped her young protégé identify her Force sensitivity, and gain a proper handle on controlling it.
Just a couple of years into their relationship, Anna was surprised when she somehow became pregnant. That surprise didn’t last terribly long, of course, since asexual reproduction isn’t much of an issue for an insane magical pseudoscientist like Petra Cavataio. Anna gave birth to two gorgeous twin daughters, Fabula and Kristin, and that was largely where her story ended. She was happy to pass the torch onto the next generation and live a life of content, comfort, and safety at the far reaches of the galaxy.
Unsurprisingly, a happily ever after was far out of her reach. Petra’s mental health had never been particularly robust, but her decline after Fabula and Kristin were brought into the galaxy was extreme. Not long after the girls reached maturity, Petra snapped, murdering every living member of her family, and leaving Anna alive to watch the light leave her daughters’ eyes. Once again, that should have been where her story ended. A natural death after an eventful life.
The Force had other plans.
Anna might not have been a particularly powerful Force user, but few entities at any stretch of galactic history have been more at peace. The quasi-real nature of the Netherworld of the Force offered her glimpses of an important future when her spirit arrived, and Anna persisted. It was difficult, knowing that her daughters were out in the hellscape somewhere, being punished for a life of darkness that they had no real control over, but her vision had been one of hope. One day, one of them would need her here, so here she stayed. Six hundred years of peaceful but lonely para-existence passed before she knew why she was needed.
Fabula’s essence fractured in the Netherworld, with a piece being returned to the world of the living. Anna watched closely as Petra’s revenant ghost haunted the echo of her daughter’s fractured psyche. She didn’t interfere, because having two mother figures would destroy the unstable clone’s fragile mind. Again, she watched as Fabula wandered in chaos and confusion. Again, she didn’t interfere, except to offer her guidance when she came to an important crossroads in her life. Eventually, she watched as the fragment of Fabula adopted a fragment of itself, filling her life with the kind of love that Anna had known in life. She didn’t dare interfere and interrupt Fabula’s bliss. There had to be sometime she’d be needed, but Anna didn’t rush. The Force knew more than she ever would.
When Fabula was sucked into the Netherworld during the rise and fall of Akala, though, Anna knew exactly what she had to do. She could feel the unearthly despair as her daughter’s soul was fully restored to her, with all of the memories and sins that she had amassed piled onto her in a single moment. The poor girl’s heart was shattered to dust in a beat, and her pain was all that kept her alive. Fortunately, Anna didn’t have to intervene directly. All she needed to do was guide her towards the one entity in all the planes of reality that was more important to Fabula than her own natural whims. Fable calmed her down within seconds.
The two of them wandered, looking for an exit, and Anna guided them to the one that she knew of. The one where she, herself, had died. Dathomir. She manifested only long enough to reassure them both, and for a spot of selfishness, to meet her “granddaughter” Fable. After guiding them through the portal, Anna’s purpose in the galaxy was done. She could finally rest.
Of course, the problem with that sort of thing is that it relies on her being the kind of person who can “rest.”
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Fab^2 and the Mystery of the Feels Forest
Loss
The Secrets of Zoph
Adrift
Junkyard Angel
A Shipping We Will Go
Seas of Red
Law and Order
Try Not To Cut Yourself On That Edge
A Bright Center to the Galaxy
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