Reaching
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NAME: Iasha Rah (Iash'arah)
FACTION: The Sith Empire
RANK: Sith Acolyte
SPECIES: Twi'lek, Lethan.
AGE: Young Adult
SEX: Female.
HEIGHT: 165 cm.
WEIGHT: Average,
EYES: Brown
SKIN: Red, tattoos on both upper arms.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Affirmative
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- Agility: Iasha is extraordinarily quick and agile.
This agility plays into her fighting style,
as she prefers to outmanoeuvre her opponents
- Lekku: A twi'lek's lekku is an extension of their brain.
Striking or gripping it causes excruciating pain,
enough to temporarily paralyse some.
- Ferocity: Iasha carries tremendous amounts of anger in her.
This anger translates easily to the dark side of the Force,
but it also makes her vulnerable for trickery.
- In a Land of Giants: Compared to many of her compatriots,
Iasha is on the shorter side, offering a disadvantage in reach
though it makes it easier for her to conceal herself
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Early life:
When she was younger, just a girl, Iasha watched a parade. The Sith Empire, in which she had lived as long as she could remember, had won some sort of tremendous victory against their foes. They were celebrating on Jaminere, her home. She was not born on Jaminere, they had moved there when she was even younger. Even so, it was the only home she could remember: The blue, domed cities of Greater Tion. It had filled her with pride and joy when she saw the soliders, in shining armour, marching side-by-side with the same, red banner - Red like her.
One of the legionnaires had knelt down, offered her something, a flower. It was white, from some distant planet where he had earned it as a trophy for exceptional bravery. Then she remembered how the whole world went to black; everything drowned in the sound of her overwhelmed hearing. Rebels attacked Jaminere, thinking they fought for the people, for her. Yet, that legionnaire had shielded her with his body, and died for it. When she climbed out from under him, the battle was over. She had red on her. Red, but not red like her.
Recruitment:
One day, pale people in black and red came knocking on their door. They said Iasha had to take a test, to see if she had what it took to take part in the greatest organ in the Empire: The Sith. They were so proud when she passed that test. She held her certificate up high so everyone could see, they hoisted her up on their shoulders. She didn't know what it meant, but her parents were happy, so why shouldn't she be too? Iash'arha, Iasha of Rha, Sith Acolyte.
Early training:
She had never known how brutal the training would be. The overseers of the academy thrived on the pain of their students. They said: That is how you will learn. That is how you will grow. They were right. Pain made her stronger. Anger made her quicker. For the first time since blood stained her hands, she learned to hate. The more she hated, the angrier she was, the more they praised her. That was good, at first. She wanted more, always more. The other children were too slow, too weak. She needed more.
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