Fabula Caromed
Belle of the Brawl
Name: Fabula Cavataio
Loyalties: The Witches of Dathomir
Role: Original incarnation of Fabula Cavataio, pre-cloning
Age: Far too old to be properly human. Gene therapy and the Force are a great way to live an uncannily long time. She was probably about 120 when she died.
Species: Human (Dathomiri)
Force-Sensitive: Trained Nightsister/Sith thing. Paecian Dathomiri training kinda blurs the line.
Appearance: Take a wild guess.
Personality: Angry, violent, unstable, competitive. In fact, clone!Fabula couldn't have less in common with original!Fabula if she tried. About the only things the two of them have in common is borderline (or overt) insanity and extremely poor emotional control. Fabula can appear very calm, but it's never more than a ruse. Her feelings run hot and hotter, and never simmer for more than a few minutes before she finds something else to feel deeply for.
Naturally, she gets bored extremely easily, and her standard cure for boredom is to beat the living crap out of whatever's within arm's reach. This satisfies her temporarily, until she's forced to sit still long enough to get bored again and goes to find something else to brutalize.
Weapon of Choice: Two orange lightsabers and a lot of Rage.
Wealth: None to speak of. If she had lived to this point, Fabula would've likely accrued incredible capital simply by way of the small amount of equity she held on Dathomir, but she's been dead for centuries.
Combat Function: Fabula Cavataio is an absolutely incredible warrior. She was never much with the Force; her telekinesis was limited to something of a Clone Wars level and energy projection/Nightsister magic just never caught on. However, what she lacked in sorcery, she made up for in sheer, unadulterated savagery. Her Rage-fueled combat prowess enabled her to take down some of the finest warriors and deadliest monsters in the galaxy during her lifetime.
Fabula Cavataio, being a violent and angry woman, inherently favored the Jar'kai variant of Juyo, lending her to overwhelming offense. Speed and strength brought on by her powerful Force Rage mixed with the incredible savagery of the Juyo form to create an orange cyclone of death. No magic? No problem. Just beat the thing to death with laser swords and hatred.
Skills: Fabula was notably limited in her applicable skills, but apart from just being a whirling storm of applied violence, she was a damn good pilot. Speeder bikes and starfighters both consumed quite a bit of her time, though she had a tendency of crashing them intentionally for a very marginally faster dismount. Turns out, having a filthy rich mom screws up your sense of value.
Notable Possessions: Two synthetic orange lightsabers.
Other Notes: Despite referring to these two versions of Fabula as different entities in this entry, it's to be noted that they share the exact same soul. The currently-living Fabula has always been incomplete, as portions of the soul that was shoved into her body still exist in Chaos. The two of them don't exist in harmony, because there are not two of them.
There's only one Fabula Cavataio, no matter what the clone body running around the galaxy says.
Loyalties: The Witches of Dathomir
Role: Original incarnation of Fabula Cavataio, pre-cloning
Age: Far too old to be properly human. Gene therapy and the Force are a great way to live an uncannily long time. She was probably about 120 when she died.
Species: Human (Dathomiri)
Force-Sensitive: Trained Nightsister/Sith thing. Paecian Dathomiri training kinda blurs the line.
Appearance: Take a wild guess.
Personality: Angry, violent, unstable, competitive. In fact, clone!Fabula couldn't have less in common with original!Fabula if she tried. About the only things the two of them have in common is borderline (or overt) insanity and extremely poor emotional control. Fabula can appear very calm, but it's never more than a ruse. Her feelings run hot and hotter, and never simmer for more than a few minutes before she finds something else to feel deeply for.
Naturally, she gets bored extremely easily, and her standard cure for boredom is to beat the living crap out of whatever's within arm's reach. This satisfies her temporarily, until she's forced to sit still long enough to get bored again and goes to find something else to brutalize.
Weapon of Choice: Two orange lightsabers and a lot of Rage.
Wealth: None to speak of. If she had lived to this point, Fabula would've likely accrued incredible capital simply by way of the small amount of equity she held on Dathomir, but she's been dead for centuries.
Combat Function: Fabula Cavataio is an absolutely incredible warrior. She was never much with the Force; her telekinesis was limited to something of a Clone Wars level and energy projection/Nightsister magic just never caught on. However, what she lacked in sorcery, she made up for in sheer, unadulterated savagery. Her Rage-fueled combat prowess enabled her to take down some of the finest warriors and deadliest monsters in the galaxy during her lifetime.
Fabula Cavataio, being a violent and angry woman, inherently favored the Jar'kai variant of Juyo, lending her to overwhelming offense. Speed and strength brought on by her powerful Force Rage mixed with the incredible savagery of the Juyo form to create an orange cyclone of death. No magic? No problem. Just beat the thing to death with laser swords and hatred.
Skills: Fabula was notably limited in her applicable skills, but apart from just being a whirling storm of applied violence, she was a damn good pilot. Speeder bikes and starfighters both consumed quite a bit of her time, though she had a tendency of crashing them intentionally for a very marginally faster dismount. Turns out, having a filthy rich mom screws up your sense of value.
Notable Possessions: Two synthetic orange lightsabers.
Other Notes: Despite referring to these two versions of Fabula as different entities in this entry, it's to be noted that they share the exact same soul. The currently-living Fabula has always been incomplete, as portions of the soul that was shoved into her body still exist in Chaos. The two of them don't exist in harmony, because there are not two of them.
There's only one Fabula Cavataio, no matter what the clone body running around the galaxy says.
