Cynder
Crimson Blade
- Full name: Kassanda A’lia
- Preferred Name: Cynder
- Alias: The Silent Blade, Crimson Arrow, The Arrow
- Titles: None
- Species: Miraluka
- Home World: Unknown
- Faction(s): None
- Rank(s): None
- Class: None
- Master(s): None
- Padawan(s): None
- Force Sensitive: Yes, but has not been trained
- Force Alignment: Unknown currently
- Gender: Woman
- Age: 24
- Height: 5’9”
- Weight: 122
- Complexion: Caucasian
- Eye Color: None, usually helmed or covered with a white scarf and hood.
- Hair Color: Black with blue highlights
- Distinguishing Marks: Various tattoos line her body in an tribal design
- Voice Sample: Soft and Compassionate
- Appearance Description:
Kassanda A'lia: A soft, silky scarf wrapped tightly over the empty eye sockets of the young Miraluka. The luxurious dress hangs lightly off her slender body. She is attractive but meekly hides her beauty under hood attached to her dress, the long black and bluish hair assisting in the task of hiding her face. Her body is marked with tribal designs across her arm, back, and legs mostly to cover the scars from her childhood training. - Cynder: When Kassanda dawns her black/red/white armor, she gains a boost of confidence. If you do see her, she is in perfect form. She utilities every aspect of her training. It as if the armor strips her insecurities away.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
- Marital Status: Unknown.
- Sexual Conduct: Unknown.
- Languages: Galactic Basic (Read, Speak, Write), Miralukese (Read, Speak, Write), Huttese (Speak), Droid (Understand)
- Occupation: Kassanda: Owns part of the company. Cynder: Hired Assassin
- Residence: Coruscant (Penthouse in a district), various safe houses in the underground.
- Combat Training:
Martial Arts: Focus on Grappling, Re-directing, over-coming over-size foes - Ranged Weapon: Energy bow, Blaster Pistols, and Blaster Rifles
- Blades: Swords, Knives, Blades
[*]Survivalist: Extended periods of time spent in harsh environment and surviving on her own.
[*]Electronic/Ship Repair: She was often tasked with taking care of the Ship and Electronics. Through the years, she learned how to repair electronic/mechanical equipment.
[*]Piloting: Adept piloting skills
[*]Stealth/Concealment: Extensive training in Stealth and Concealment.
ITEMS
- Armor:
Energy Resistance - Can be adjusted to full environmental
- Easy Move-ability
- Adaptive features to allow climbing and hiding.
[*]Weapons:
- Zing, Sith Tremor Sword, inherited from her former Master.
- Standard Vibrosword
- 2x Vibroblade
- 8x Vibro Throwing Knives
- Modified Energy Bow, awarded by his Master.
- 2x Blaster pistols (Hardly Used)
SHIP
- Name: Saran
- Type: Theta-Class Shuttle
- Description: More to come
- Quick Reaction: A Miralukian trait because their strong connection with the force.
- Untrained Force Powers: At times force powers will work in her favor.
- Languages: She will sometimes understand foreign languages. She believes the force aids her in this ability.
- Physically Fit: She is very athletic. She trains non-stop. Small size but packs a punch.
- Easily Affected by Mind Altering Force Powers: While not really weak minded as she is quite strong with the force, the mind altering force powers will often succeed on her.
- Untrained Force Powers: At times force powers will not work in her favor and possibly happen at ill times.
- Stubborn to Personal Beliefs: A trait that she picked up from her blade master. If it is a personal belief of hers, she will often argue to the end of time.
- Loyal to Contracts: In her line of work, the contract is everything. If she enters into a contract with someone, she will complete the contract at almost any cost. She does have a few solid rules that she will never break.
- Meek to Negotiating: Her master has always handled the contract and negotiated the terms and payment. She has taken over that responsibility and often gets push around in the contracting.
- Loner/Un-trusting with Personal Relations: Be alone most of her life and preferring to jobs alone after the fall of her master, she often will be very distant with her personal relationships.
One’s death, leads to another’s birth.
Rolling out of the bed, she was awoken by the crashing sounds of a fight. The buzzing sounds of lightsabers rung from the other room. She heard the distinct sound of her mothers and father lightsaber. Looking through the force, the young miralukan saw her parents in battling a figure. Creeping cautiously to the door still startled by the commotion, the girl jumped back as a lightsaber enter the door and swiped down. Not fazed by the action, she moved into the other room. Her parents still locked in combat with figure.
Her mother cried out “How did he find us?”
A quickly reply from her father “He always finds his targets.”
Unmoved by their chatting, the figure just flowed from move to move. His blade deflected lightsaber attack and pressing an attack of his own. Kass sat in awe as the battle raged on. She watched it all play out but could do nothing about it. She knew the end of the story and few moments later it played out the same as the vision in her mind. In a quick move, the man flipped over the lightsaber strike of her father. He grabbed three objects and flung from behind his back. They quickly reached their mark as mother fell to the ground. Swiftly he swung the swords around deflecting the lightsaber and pushed the sword through father’s chest.
She let out a cry “FATTHER”.
The figure cleaned the blade with a quick flick. He wiped the remaining off and sheathed the sword. He turned towards the child and her crying stopped. She lowered herself to her knees as she had seen her parents when a new master took the place of the old.
In stuttered words, she said “Mas-tter”. Overwhelmed by the event, the girl passed out.
A muffled growl escaped his lips, “It always has to be something” he said as he lied to himself about his feeling for this child. He saw strength in the child. He lifted the child from the floor and disappeared into the night. Moments later, the building ignited into an inferno.
Training, what is it good for?
The shuttle banked and swooped towards the ground. The 9 year old girl gripped her dagger with one hand and the rail of the shuttle with other. Happy Anniversary, she thought to herself. Surprised that it had already been the third year she had done this. An unknown amount of days on some planet, it was a survival game that her master liked to play every year. She broke a grin on her face recalling how scared she was the first year. A week of basic survival and then kicked from shuttle. Smirking, she continued to recall, a hellish two weeks. If it wasn’t for the Master, I might have died. Even though Master yelled disapproving remarks and talked up his scores when he was that age, I could sense of pride in his words.
“Prepare yourself, 5 minutes until we hit the zones.” A grumpy voice yelled from the cockpit.
She knew it wasn’t 5 minutes. He said that every time and then threw her out of the shuttle. Not this year. She sheathed the dagger she was gripping and grabbed the sack next her. Quickly force sighting the distance to the ground and jumping, she gripped a nearby branch flowing in a swing motion and eventually landing on the ground. In her mind, it looked more graceful then it actually appeared.
He chuckled as she flopped around the branches and fell to the ground. She jumped and to him that was major step.
Days carried on, she setup a base camp. It was the rules of the game. He will come for me and I must defend the camp. Every year he added a new rule. This year I must take something from his camp.
“Where am I?” she said to herself. She talked to herself a lot to pass the time. “Day 13.” She said while releasing a breath. The humid air was thick and she felt the warmth from the sun. The words of her master echoed through her mind for some reason.
“You rely on the force too much.” “Shut it off and open yourself to your other senses.”
She sat and mediated. She pulled the force back and listened to the jungle. She felt the wind blowing through woods. The beasts lurked around scavenging the area for food. She exile and allowed the force sight to focus. She found that doing this practice always brought clarity to her sight. She had learned at a young age to focus her force sight and it has just improved.
“Month 2” she sighed. “This is the longest I’ve lasted” She had defend the camp a few times from is probing attacks. She upped her defenses. She placed booby traps all around her camp. She thought. I need to get on the offensive. She devised a plan. She found the camp from previous exploration. He never stood at a camp for too long. She grabbed the weapons and abandoned the camp to make a move towards victory.
Sneaking up to the camp, she focused on her force sight to scout the camp grounds. No signs of him. She crept into the grounds and saw the prize, his Sword Zing, stuck in the ground. She crept closer and ping the area once more but before it was finished the press of foot to her back. Quickly deflecting his leg to side, she rolled to her fight and moved to defensive posture.
The man stood tall. Loose pants held by a sash. This was his normal training gear. His barefoot lunged towards her and caught her off guard. She crumbled and rolled away. Gasping for air, and coughing up a little blood. This wasn’t anything that she had not already experienced. Anticipating another attack, she moved from her position. She found her target. The game of cat and mouse continued. Until she found an opening, she grabbed her dagger and tossed it at him. He deflected the blade but she moved in quickly, jump off his thigh, and kneeing him to face. Dazed for a second, he grabbed her waist. She spun in his arms and catching his neck in the crook of her leg. With all her force continued the motion, the man flipped and she rolled with him. Expect she rolled by the prize, and pulled it from the ground.
He rose from the ground and clapped. “That was very good use of your motion.” He said.
And so the games continued for years. Every year different planet and different rules, she started enjoying it.
A master’s fall
Tap Tap! The cane moved across the ground. The busy district bustled around her. Stumbling into people and things, she played the role of the drunken blind beggar. They used this tactic a lot to get close to marks. Accessing her force sight, she followed the mark. Rounding the corner, she bumped into the mark and slipped the passive tracking device on him. Tap Tap! The blind woman pushed through the crowd.
Changing clothes and moving to the perch, her master commented “Great Work”. He glanced at the datapad embedded into his wrist guard. “He is on the move again.” He said as he moved to follow. She jumped along the buildings. He often took lead but today she was to lead the assault and pressed forward. “Be cautious with the Force Users” the words came through the comms in her helm.
She wasn’t too concerned. This wasn’t the first Force User we had hunted. For whatever reason mastered preferred tracking and killing them, he said it was because they always had the biggest bounty but she always felt there was a bigger reason behind it.
“Round the front, we make our move.” Comms ordered again. She did as instructed. He jumped on the mark but before the sword could land. The lightersaber sprung to life and met the Master’s sword in a block. She reached for three throwing knives and lunged with accuracy at the target. The mark wiped his lightsaber blade around to deflect a secondary attack while lifting a hand. The force stopped her knives and they quickly stuck into various parts of the wall, absent of their target.
Flipping forward, she joined the combat. Unsheathing her vibrosword, she moved with her master but on the opposite side of the Mark. Finding her target not as much as she liked as she had be cautious, she had no way to block the lightsaber strikes. The team practiced this many times. The master acted as the shield, attacking drawing attention, while she moved between the strikes and inflicted the wounds. This mark was different. It was like he was in our heads, he moved more aggressive towards her. Bring the master to break protocol to defend her more and lessen the strikes.
The battle raged on for what felt like hours but was in fact a few minutes. In the end her master took a hit to the chest, the lightsaber blade moved through his body like a hot knife through butter. It was just enough of an opening for her to end the mark’s life. The two bodies slumped and the lightsaber flickered off and hit the ground.
“Masss-tter” she stuttered as if she was a child again. Commotion broke from around the corner; she cleaned the scene, took her evidence for the bounty, and fled the scene with her fallen master on her back.
Rushing through the door of the shuttle, she placed her master on the table. Removing his helmet, she gripped his hand. “Master” a cry leaked out “Nooo”. The Miraluka announced the launching sequence and the shuttle came to life. She stated the course and the shuttle responded. Returning her Master’s side, she sat and held his hand.
Moments later, the droid handling much the repairs moved to an access port and played a message. She listened as the message layout everything. It was his will and he had left it all to me.
