Gisil
Blind Gunslinger
NAME: Gisil (Image Source: https://jgomez.cgplus.com )
FACTION: None
RANK: None
SPECIES: Miraluka
AGE: 26
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5’ 9”/1.75m
WEIGHT: 140 lbs/64kg
EYES: Abyss
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Lightly tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: Apprentice level of training.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
(+)Gunslinger - Dual wields pistols and always quick on the draw, thanks to her inherited force sensitivity.
(+)Athletic- Always being on the run and taking on very physically demanding jobs, Gisil is always in top shape.
(+) Empath - Can read others emotions and intuitions clearly.
(+/-) Corrupted Force Vision - Being a Miraluka, she has force vision… but it has a habit of lying to her. Growing up with Darth Onna’s constant deceit, as well continually being forced to commit murder for her master, the force tends to give her the wrong impressions.
(+/-) The Abyss Stares into You - If those with weak mental constitutions stare into her empty, void filled eye sockets they become paralyzed. Those without a weak constitution just find the emptiness very… unsettling.
(-)That Little Voice - When not killing, Darth Onna distracts Giselle reminding her of the mission she gave her… and sometimes swaying her into making bad choices.
(-)Prejudice - Harbors animosity against other force sensitives. She sees Jedi, Sith, and any other devout force practitioners to be just part of another cult. To her, the force is not special and just a thing she has to deal with daily.
(-)Made of Glass - Physically, she can't take a beating.
(-)Lightsaber Padawan - Has only had basic lightsaber training and avoids using it when she can.
APPEARANCE [WIP]
- From nose and above, her face is covered behind a reflective veil that acts as a helmet to protect from blaster fire. Underneath this helmet-like veil are empty Miraluka eye sockets corroded away in darkness, caused by the murder she has been forced to commit by her Sith master Darth Onna.
- When speaking, or being spoken to, she tends to tilt her head to the left, focusing on what is and is not being spoken. Usually she will have her hands at her hips or crossed against her chest.
- Her stance is firm, sometimes coming off as territorial.
Weapons
- DH-17 blaster pistol x1
- Hold-out blasters x2
- Lightsaber, red blade
- Head: Protective visor helmet that veils the void created where her eyes would be if she was not a Miraluka.
- Chest/Arms: Gundark leather jacket.DH-17 and 1 of 2 hold-out blasters concealed under jacket
[*]Waist/Legs: Utility belt hanging at hip and cargo pants tucked into black boots; Concealed spikes at toes.
- Utility Belt: blaster pistol cartridges x3, thermal detonators x2, 1 of 2 hold-out blasters
- Cargo pockets: lightsaber
Pt 0.1 - Approximately Age 5
They settled on a moon of a dead planet. Young Gisil’s parents called the world above Katarr. “There’s nothing there,” they said when she asked. “We’re only here for work; nothing else.”
Work that lasted over a decade.
Gisil didn’t understand how this was work. Every hour of the moon’s cycle, she could feel the dark void coming from the planet above. By age 15, she got a bit more information: “It’s work because of research. There are sects of Miralukas like us that have found a calling to this planet. Something ancient was left here… and our job is to find it, find why, and find them.”
And them they found… and they didn’t just find them, they fell in with them.
Pt 1 - Approximately Age 15
She gave into her hate. Each moment of contact her club made on her Sith Master’s slave, Gisil exerted a fearful memory of the religious zealotry she saw in her parents’ eyes. Every bone she cracked in this poor man’s body, Gisil released her anger from the abandonment she felt when they gave her up to this stranger. Every cry this man wailed rekindled the hate she felt when she realized she was in bondage with this woman that called herself a dark lord.
And everyone she was forced to kill in these dark lessons, Gisil told herself, made her one step closer to make her escape.
Till her mother was placed before her on the stone altar.
Darth Onna smiled. She felt the dread in Gisil drop inside. “She gave you up to me, didn't she?” Darth Onna’s smile bore teeth.
Gisil froze, trying to shake free of this image that was too real to be some mind trick. She could hear two different voices from her mother, through their Miraluka telepathic mother-daughter bond.
“Pity,” Darth Onna continued. “She gave you up all because I told her to. I've always wanted a daughter, Gisil. I can be the mother you want.”
Her mother’s dry but softer voice cried to Gisil, “This place is dark, Gisil. Where are we, Gisil? Save me. Save us. I love you.”
Darth Onna grabbed Gisil’s wrist, taking away the club. Softly, she placed in the girl’s hand something metal.
A lightsaber hilt.
Her mother's possessed voice took over and whispered, “This is your home now, Gisil. We are where you belong. Don’t serve us. Serve her. Darth Onna is your real mother now. She loves you more than I ever did.” She turned her head right towards Gisil, staring at her. Her dying aged faced changed into Darth Onna’s wide smile.
Red blade ignited, Gisil cried, slicing through her mother's neck and through the altar she lied upon; head and stone dropping with a thump together on the floor. She deactivated the blade and fell to her knees, sobbing. Onna knelt down to her level.
“You're the best daughter I could have ever asked for.”
Pt 2 - Approximately Age 25
Darth Onna sat on her throne in the Katarr moon’s cave, staring down at Gisil as she bowed to her… seeing how long she would stay that way.
“Your time to grow is dawning,” Darth Onna said. “Before I started my following here, I had a life before. At your age, I had to force myself to forget who I was to take the title I have now.”
Gisil began to look up.
Onna snapped, “Did I say you could look up!?” It made Gisil flinch; she faced back down to the ground.
“You had a sister, before I claimed you as my own… she was lost before she could take her first breath. My husband at the time claimed it was this darkness that I was studying that took her.” Darth Onna stood from her throne and approached Gisil.
“Before you can take on the title of Darth, you must run an errand for me. You will, for the first time since your immigration here, leave this moon. You are going to retrieve my husband who blamed me for my daughter’s death… and I want to watch you kill him.”
Gisil did not say anything.
“You will then move on from being just my rightfully claimed daughter to being my Sith apprentice.”
Still, no reaction from Gisil.
“You will start at the Wheel. From my spies, his last known location was at the casinos there as security.”
She nodded.
“You are not going to say anything?” Darth Onna asked.
“You have not asked me to, mother.”
“Stand up.”
Gisil did as she was told; she could now feel Darth Onna’s warm breath close to her face… and through her force vision, the Sith’s dark energy. Gisil could feel it digging into her mind, just like the darkness from the planet above.
Darth Onna spoke in a lowered voice, “I’m expecting you to make an escape. This is also to test the skills I have taught you from this point. You can deny your fate, all you want, but the force brought us here together. You are here because of me, and I am here because of you.” Darth Onna turned away, walking back to her throne. “So leave. Make your run for it. You will be dragged back here, with or without my husband, whether you like it or not.” Darth Onna sat back down. “The force is fate and fate is the force. Your purpose has always been to be by me Gisil. Escaping from this is only going to return you to me.”
Gisil turned away and headed to her Star Courier, making her way to the Wheel. But her first stop? Exploring a galaxy that she has yet to truly step in.
Pt 0.2 - Present
Gisil finds mercenary work to keep her mind off of Darth Onna. The Sith’s voice returns to her mind every time she stops being on the move. Her inherent force powers, albeit untrained, prove to be useful for hunting down bounties and providing protection. Still, even though she is good at what she does, she doesn’t like killing. Seeing one’s life dissipate by her own hand always gives her a chill of disgust… but it also temporarily stops from Onna haunting her mind. Maybe it appeases her, thus leaving Gisil alone? That’s what Gisil wants to believe… she wouldn't put it past her homicidal happy faux-mother. Maybe, Gisil wonders, if the galaxy has an answer to break this bond.
SHIP
Modified Star Courier [WIP; I need to do more research in this area of SW.]
2 engine thrusters
Hyperdrive
Folding wings
Navigation system
2 ion cannons concealed underneath ship; can turn 360 degrees
STATS
KILLS: 0
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: 0
ROLE-PLAYS: Coming Soon
