D E A D
NAME: Hadashah
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 18 GSY
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 140lbs
SKIN: Brown
HAIR: Long black
EYES: Dark brown
[SIZE=13.5pt]+ Agile [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Hadasha is quick, and she's flexible. With a lithe frame, long legs, and a twin brother with whom she's trained for most of her life, the young Verd woman is very good at not being caught or hit when she does not want to.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.5pt]+ Well-Trained[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Having a twin brother is good for lots of things, not the least of which being a built-in training partner. Ever since the two could walk and comprehend instructions, Hadashah and her brother have trained together. Hand-to-hand combat, weapons, language, diplomacy; everything that one might expect the Verd children to know, they have at learned.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.5pt]- Don't you DARE call me Haddie[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Hadashah does not so much have a short fuse, as she does have a few triggers. Her brother, of course, knows all of them. Unfortunately, if someone triggers her fury, she will do very little to restrain herself, no matter the circumstances[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.5pt]- Stubborn[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Whether it’s pursuing something she wants for herself, defending her family, or proving someone wrong, Hadashah is strong-willed. While it can be used to her advantage, her persistence to a fault can (and does) often land her in far more trouble than it’s worth[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.5pt]- Not the Strongest[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Hadasha's focus is on her speed and flexibility. Unfortunately, although she may be quick and cunning, strength is not on her side. As such, she would require assistance with anything that demands brute force[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.5pt]- Piloting is for the Help[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Although she was given every opportunity, Hadashah never managed to learn how to pilot. Whether it's a starship, a shuttle, or even the humble speeder, she just never picked it up. As a result, without a droid or another person to pilot, she would be left stranded wherever she is[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Hadashah is fierce. From her endless, shapely legs and skin of molten choclate, to her deep brown eyes and high cheek bones, the Daughter of the Crusade is not a woman you want to mess with. Her full, voluptuous lips, when not pursed in concentration, are often pulled into a smirk. Her curves are highly defined, her muscles toned from years of hard training. As sharp as she is beautiful, the long-haired, silver-tongued young woman is a force with which to be reckoned.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]I hit the ground, grunting as the wind was knocked out of me. For a moment my whole world was thrown into chaos before I groaned and pulled myself up, turning my head to the side, spitting blood. Gritting my teeth, I let out a breath and stood to my feet, clutching the bo staff. I barely felt the pain lancing through my chest and up the thigh I’d landed on. What I did feel was my face growing hot. That was a stupid mistake. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]“You’re a Verd, Hadashah.” I growled to myself, resuming my fighting stance, “get it together.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]The trainer in front of me was panting, beads of sweat dripping from his brow. He’d been training my brother and I since the two of us could walk, and I knew him almost as well as I knew my own family by now.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]“Again,” I growled.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]“Haddie,” he protested, “take a breather, don’t overwork yourse—”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]He was cut off as I lunged at him, bo staff aimed directly at his throat. Guard back up, he deflected my blow. Forced to the side, I stood panting with my staff still held between the two of us,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]“Do. Not. Call. Me. Haddie.” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]Suddenly, he leapt for me, knocking my staff away and shoving me backwards. I was exhausted from a long training session already and my reactions were suffering. So as a result, I landed hard on my back, staff flying out of my hand. I gasped, winded, and lay dazed in the dust. However, as I opened my eyes, I saw the rough, dusty tip of his staff at my throat.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]“Take. A. Break.” He ordered. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]I huffed out a sigh, resting my head in the dirt, panting. I hate losing. There was no way I was going to concede out loud. Luckily for me, he knew that, and removed the staff from my throat. He offered a hand that I begrudgingly took as he helped me to my feet. I must have been wearing my disappointment on my face as I dusted myself down, for he squeezed my shoulder comfortingly,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]“You’re doing well. I’m using techniques on you I normally don’t teach for years yet.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]It felt a little patronising, but I was too sore and tired to care. I made my way to the side of the ring to see my twin leaning against the wall, arms folded, watching silently like a sentry. He could be quite intimidating when he wanted to, but I was completely immune to that piercing gaze and I just walked over and draped myself over him in an exhausted, slightly sweaty hug. As I did I whispered in his ear,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]“Tell anyone what you saw and I will end you.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]I pulled away and reached down beside him where my water was.
[SIZE=8.5pt]“Saw what?” He asked in reply. I nodded with approval. Even though he was technically the elder by a few minutes, I had no problems taking charge, he was more reserved than I was, anyway.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]“What are you even doing here?” I asked[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]“Father’s home,” He replied, “thought you’d want to know.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]Father. Screwing the cap back onto my water bottle, I wiped my forearm across my face and nodded gratefully. He was a good father to us. Some people might have said he was harsh, I certainly thought so as a child growing up, but he loved us, that I knew. He was the reason I trained so hard, I wanted to make him proud… and maybe have bragging rights over Izak… but mostly to see that look of approval in my father’s eyes.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]I placed a hand on Izak’s chest as I walked past, patting it a few times. My defeat in training was momentarily forgotten as I made my way back towards my room. As much as I wanted to go and see father, I had to make myself at least a little bit presentable first.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]I am the Daughter of the Crusade, after all.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]01 - Make Me a Sith[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8.5pt]02 - The Lion and the Princess[/SIZE]
