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NAME: Vulia
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Sith Apprentice
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 22
SEX: Female
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
PRONOUNS: She/Her
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 114lbs
EYES: Very dark brown with hints of crimson
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS:
Vulia is passionate and hard-headed. She will stop at nothing to accomplish her goals and is determined to cut down anyone who opposes her objective. She is brimming with unwavering loyalty towards the Sith Empire, and is eager to fight to protect anyone she deems worthy. Her loyalty and admiration, while hard to earn, are stronger than anything. Vulia is agile and swift, having spent most of her training learning how to dodge a blow instead of blocking it.
WEAKNESSES:
Vulia is rash in many of the decisions she makes on her own, and often lets her anger get the best of her as she flies into fits of seemingly mindless fury. Her patience hangs by a thread, and while she would almost never talk back against someone of higher rank or power than her, she is known to throw violent tantrums when she doesn't get what she wants. She is difficult to get along with, but will respect anyone who can beat her in a fight. Because of how fervent she can be, it's quite simple to anger her and let her fighting style get sloppy as she gives into her fury.
APPEARANCE:
Vulia is on the shorter side with long, straight black hair that falls to her mid back. Light purple tattoos decorate her pale face, and her eyes are dark and usually filled with determination or anger. Her figure is lean and pale scars lace all around her body from the tortuous trials she went through. Her chin is usually tilted up slightly- an indication of her pride, and her hands are fair and well-kept despite the scarring.
BIOGRAPHY:
When Meria was young, she was cheerful and kind. On Eris'Sa, the planet on which she was born, she had a relatively simple childhood. She grew up in a small village full of people without any force sensitivity, and while her and her parents didn't particularly get along, she was happy. Meria even had a childhood best friend who she spent nearly every second of every day with. This all changed when Meria felt the force stir in her, and managed to pull a tiny stick to her hand. Excited about what this newfound power was, she ran to tell her parents. However, instead of seeing the gift that the force was, her parents were terrified. They dumped her in her room, locking her up and attempting everything they could think of to get rid of her force sensitivity- beatings, starvation, rituals, and anything they could. For three years this went on, Meria sobbing alone in her room, believing she was cursed, and trying desperately to get out of the abuse and isolation.
One fateful day, Meria was sitting with her back to the door when through it, she heard screaming. Standing up quickly, she pressed her ear to the door, trying to make out what was happening. A flicker of orange light darted through the faded curtains that covered her window, and she ran to it, throwing them open to find a gruesome sight. The villiage was on fire, burning with tall, hungry flames that lapped at the smoke dusted sky. People ran from house to house, crying or trying to find their loved ones in the chaos. Left and right, people were getting slaughtered. By who, Meria could not make out. A loud smashing noise drew her attention as the door splintered and tall figures in armor burst into the room, raising weapons that Meria had never seen the likes of before. In wild anguish, she threw out her hands, pushing one of the figures against the wall with her power. That one little act left her completely drained, and her vision grew blurry as one of the figures knocked her over the head with their weapon.
She awoke hours later with a new name: Vulia. She was trained under a Sith named Gertan (might change some of this part later), enduring long hours of torture and training until he felt she was ready to handle a mission on her own. She spent the days furious at her parents and trying to better herself to become useful to the Sith Empire. She tried to will herself to become as heartless and fearless as her master, but visions of her past continued to haunt her. It didn't help that whenever Gertan was angry with her, he would call her by her old name to rile her up- knowing it made her emotional. On her first mission, she broke down in front of the army she had been meant to command because she thought she saw the face of someone from Eris'Sa. Seeing this, Gertan was disgusted, and assigned her a new master as he could not bear to train her any more.
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Sith Apprentice
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 22
SEX: Female
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
PRONOUNS: She/Her
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 114lbs
EYES: Very dark brown with hints of crimson
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS:
Vulia is passionate and hard-headed. She will stop at nothing to accomplish her goals and is determined to cut down anyone who opposes her objective. She is brimming with unwavering loyalty towards the Sith Empire, and is eager to fight to protect anyone she deems worthy. Her loyalty and admiration, while hard to earn, are stronger than anything. Vulia is agile and swift, having spent most of her training learning how to dodge a blow instead of blocking it.
WEAKNESSES:
Vulia is rash in many of the decisions she makes on her own, and often lets her anger get the best of her as she flies into fits of seemingly mindless fury. Her patience hangs by a thread, and while she would almost never talk back against someone of higher rank or power than her, she is known to throw violent tantrums when she doesn't get what she wants. She is difficult to get along with, but will respect anyone who can beat her in a fight. Because of how fervent she can be, it's quite simple to anger her and let her fighting style get sloppy as she gives into her fury.
APPEARANCE:
Vulia is on the shorter side with long, straight black hair that falls to her mid back. Light purple tattoos decorate her pale face, and her eyes are dark and usually filled with determination or anger. Her figure is lean and pale scars lace all around her body from the tortuous trials she went through. Her chin is usually tilted up slightly- an indication of her pride, and her hands are fair and well-kept despite the scarring.
BIOGRAPHY:
When Meria was young, she was cheerful and kind. On Eris'Sa, the planet on which she was born, she had a relatively simple childhood. She grew up in a small village full of people without any force sensitivity, and while her and her parents didn't particularly get along, she was happy. Meria even had a childhood best friend who she spent nearly every second of every day with. This all changed when Meria felt the force stir in her, and managed to pull a tiny stick to her hand. Excited about what this newfound power was, she ran to tell her parents. However, instead of seeing the gift that the force was, her parents were terrified. They dumped her in her room, locking her up and attempting everything they could think of to get rid of her force sensitivity- beatings, starvation, rituals, and anything they could. For three years this went on, Meria sobbing alone in her room, believing she was cursed, and trying desperately to get out of the abuse and isolation.
One fateful day, Meria was sitting with her back to the door when through it, she heard screaming. Standing up quickly, she pressed her ear to the door, trying to make out what was happening. A flicker of orange light darted through the faded curtains that covered her window, and she ran to it, throwing them open to find a gruesome sight. The villiage was on fire, burning with tall, hungry flames that lapped at the smoke dusted sky. People ran from house to house, crying or trying to find their loved ones in the chaos. Left and right, people were getting slaughtered. By who, Meria could not make out. A loud smashing noise drew her attention as the door splintered and tall figures in armor burst into the room, raising weapons that Meria had never seen the likes of before. In wild anguish, she threw out her hands, pushing one of the figures against the wall with her power. That one little act left her completely drained, and her vision grew blurry as one of the figures knocked her over the head with their weapon.
She awoke hours later with a new name: Vulia. She was trained under a Sith named Gertan (might change some of this part later), enduring long hours of torture and training until he felt she was ready to handle a mission on her own. She spent the days furious at her parents and trying to better herself to become useful to the Sith Empire. She tried to will herself to become as heartless and fearless as her master, but visions of her past continued to haunt her. It didn't help that whenever Gertan was angry with her, he would call her by her old name to rile her up- knowing it made her emotional. On her first mission, she broke down in front of the army she had been meant to command because she thought she saw the face of someone from Eris'Sa. Seeing this, Gertan was disgusted, and assigned her a new master as he could not bear to train her any more.