Jael
NAME: Jael [pronounced Jay-El]
FACTION: Warlords of the Sith
RANK: As a member of society, your character might have a rank that exemplifies his or her importance.
SPECIES: Twi'lek, Lethan
AGE: 24
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 1.6 metres
WEIGHT: 52kgs
EYES: Yellow
HAIR: N/A
SKIN: Red just like all Lethan, but not on the purple end of the spectrum like less pure Lethan.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths:
Fanatical loyalty
Undivided attention to the Dark Side
Agility due to species tendencies
Speed due to species tendencies
Focus
Weaknesses:
Unambitious
Feral undergirding to personality
Lack of geater vision
Follower not a leader
APPEARANCE:
A true red Lethan, with Sith tribal tattoos, from tip of lekku to tips of her appendages. Lithe and athletically frame, she carries herself with the normal grace of a Twi'lek dancer, but with an edge revealing it as a facade to those with a keen eye.
BIOGRAPHY:
Running from a cruel Hutt gangsters haunt on Nar Shadda, Jael grew up from a young age in the sewers eating whatever small creatures and algae she could find while avoiding being on the menu for other larger predators. She does not recall how old she was, only that she remembers running and the endless days scavenging, and growing increasingly more feral. Stories such as these often have a saviour, and for Jael it was no different. A Sith Lord sensed her presence beneath the streets and buildings of the Hutt world, and challenged her in combat. Impressed with the raw, untamed spite within the Twi'lek, the Sith Lord allowed her to live. The display of Force Lightning had brought the Twi'lek to the point of death.
She awoke in a different world. Caged within the Sith world of Korriban. The still preteen Twi'lek could not speak basic and had lost all semblance of civility. Training. Pain. Suffering. She experienced more than most, as numerous teachers, masters and students tried to tame her. It was finally a lesson in using her feral nature to undergird the power of poise, and control, that a path forward started to make sense.
Though never given a title, or becoming an official apprentice 'the animal' as she was often called, became more and more reserved, controlled and graceful. All the while her inner feral nature raged as fuel for her Force abilities.
"You will never be an apprentice. A knight. A Lord. Or a Master. But you are now Jael. Serve the Sith well, and you will be rewarded."
SHIP:
Fury-class Sith Interceptor
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
TBC
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