Joury Syhn

[Visanj T'shkali]

Joury Syhn​

Formal Name: Joury Syhn ​

(Pronounced, "Jhoo-rhee Sinn")​

Nickname(s): Syhn, Sinner​

Age: 16​

Species: Epicanthix / Dathomirian Hybrid​

Homeworld: Dagata IV​

Height: 1.70m​

Weight: 54kg​

Hair: White-Blonde​

Eyes: Blue​

Complexion: Porcelain​

Build: Lean, Lissome, Willowy appearance, belies a rock-hard sculpted, athletic figure.​

81-55-82cm, A/B-cup​

Languages: Dagatan Creole, Outer Rim Basic ("Den-speak" / "Den-Tongue" dialect), Paecean​

Family: Visanj T'shkali (Half-Sister)​

Force Sensitive: Yes, Highly​

NPC Companion / Buddy: ​

"Lucky"​

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OOC NOTES:

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Inspirations for this character include:

Face: Emily Bett Rickards, Actress - She's just beautiful, nothing faked or photo-shopped, girl-next-door with a little something 'special' hidden inside. Cute, quirky, goofy, awkward on one hand, confident, determined, and sardonic on the other, her performance on "Arrow" greatly informed this character's almost 'split personality', ideal for a girl on the cusp of womanhood. Emily was in her late teens when she was cast, and it's her early years on the show that most inspired Joury.

Body: Rachel Scheer, Fitness Model - I love that she isn't endowed with lots of curves or sultry features but has carved a figure that most can't even imagine achieving. I follow her blog and fitness tips. She's inspiring, beginning so young and being so diligent, dedicated, and driven. That is something that lies within Joury too, it simply needs a focus.

Voice: Megan Fox, Actress - Megan has a voice that seems ageless. It's sexy and smoky, but so emotive and full of zeal and enthusiasm. She sometimes gets a bad turn, but I love that she's a fan-girl and nerd like me. I love that she teases and talks a big game, putting forth this bratty, tough, sexpot image but in reality she's a genuine wife and mother who admits she prefers a good movie or book and a night in to anything else. I like her interest in mystery and mystical things, she truly wants to believe and wants to live in a world where magic and wonder and romance are real. I also love that she is bold, willing to take risks, to explore and discover.

Joury is all of this. She feels the real world is creeping in against her and childhood is slipping away, with it goes the fantastic private world she's made for herself to escape the sadness and pain of her true world. She is sometimes gawky and awkward, scared and clumsy, but she hides it behind a well-crafted persona to the world, and a dream world inside her head. Joury has hidden her entire life, from reality, from others, from herself even. She isn't ready for life as a grown up, and she needs something to believe in, something to let her know that growing up will be alright.

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[Visanj T'shkali]

Biography​

ACT ONE - DANCING THE DANCE

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Sihn, what a name right? I was born in sin, grew up around it, in it, sin seemed to be theme in my life. You see, my mother was a "Shaker", that's Den-speak for a dancer and not the kind that rich people get dressed up to watch in fancy concert halls and theatres. Dathomiri were among the last groups to immigrate here, and our reputation for being "witches" didn't make us any friends. Mom was forced to make her way any way she could, and you can't leave the Den without money. So she found a club, found the stage, got on it and started moving and taking her clothes off. That's how poor girls make money in the Den. So she danced and she danced and she danced. Then came my father. I never met him, but Mom said he was rich, like the richest, and she says he visited the club a lot, buying her presents, clothes, jewelry, really turning it all on for her and finally she agreed to meet him for a drink. That's how it started. The rich, older Epicanthix man from the Park and his 'dirty little secret Dathomiri secret' in the Den. That is, until the Secret had one of her own: Me.

Mom tried to contact him after she told him about me, but he denied knowing her, called her a liar and trash and said she just wanted his money. Like rich people do, he had the cash to make his secrets stay hidden. So Mom had me, and not much else. So she danced and danced and danced. I grew up in the Den, and if you don't know it, it's a scary place. People die in the Den everyday, and no one cares. Gangs, drunken spacers, criminals, it's the kind of place where just saying the wrong word to the wrong person will get you a vibro-shiv. That was my playground. Younglings in the Den don't go to school like the ones in the other Districts do. We don't have tea parties and play dress up. Hard to do when you don't have tea or other outfits. We grow up like I did, skinny and hungry all of the time, body turned hard from running and fighting every single day. By age seven, I knew more about spacers and spacing than a girl who'd never been anywhere should. I could tell you the make and model of every ship, the tell-tales of their mods and 'grades, and the kind of blaster it's captain carried. I'd watched bounty hunters enough that I started picking up some tricks, how to find someone when they don't want to be found. How to flatter and flirt the waitress in the cantina to get her to talk, or how to shake down the bum outside for information. I could pick a pocket or snag a speeder bike when no one's looking. I watched my mother dance and dance and dance, and when she'd finish dancing, she'd bring a customer home, share some drinks, maybe a death stick, and then take him to her bed. She told me to just roll over and sleep, because when you share a single room, that's how you get privacy. In the morning he'd leave, maybe smack her around if she asked him for too much money, or sometimes just because he wanted to. And she danced and danced and danced.

I dreamed of flying away. I guess she did too. Because when I was thirteen, she took that spacer's slugthrower and put it to her head and the dancing stopped. He left his gun behind when he ran away from a crying girl. I didn't have anything or anywhere or anyone. I watched her die, I saw her do it, and I cleaned it up. In the Den, when people die, we put the body in the ocean for the things that live there. So I did that too. Weeks went by, and I cried and cried and cried. Then the landlord came demanding rent. So I took a bottle from Mom's collection and drank the rest, put on her clothes...tea parties and dress up...and I went to the club and I danced and danced and danced. Because that's how poor girls in the Den make money. Then he came. He was rich, like the richest. He visited the club often, buying me presents, clothes, jewelry, really turning it all on until I agreed to go for a drink with him. He took me into the city, showed me the way people live there. Fancy houses, fancy clothes, fancy everything. He fancied me, and even when I told him I was just sixteen, he fancied me anyway. We shared some drinks, he offered a death stick, then took me to his bed. I didn't want to, but he did, and that's how it works. He told me to just roll over and sleep, because when you're done you're done and that's how you get quiet. In the morning, I took his slugthrower from the nightstand, put it to his head...

I ran away. I went back to the Den, fast as I could, and that night I went dancing again. I saw the bounty hunters come in, the bounty hunters always came in. But when they pulled their blasters and came for me, I ran. I ran to the door, burst out the back into the street, half-naked and running for my life with them right behind me. I screamed for someone to help me. That's when I saw her, she came out of the spacers' shop and saw me. That's when the blaster hit me.

ACT TWO: WAKING UP IS HARD TO DO

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I don't remember anything past the searing pain that jolted through my body like lightning. What I remember is waking up, with her standing over me. I was laying in a bed in what I would learn was the Dagatan Medical Facility. I was groggy, but I remember her asking the old droid if 'it was true', before I passed out again. I didn't wake up again for some time. The woman, I learned was our Baroness, Visanj T'shkali, the same woman I saw in the street back in the Den. She handled the bounty hunters and took me to the hospital. The Med-Techs kept me alive, but to do it the Surgical Droids had to 'change' me. They put some things in to keep me from dying, and keep me alive after. (See Cybernetics)​

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When I got out of there, the Baroness said I was coming with her. She listened to my story, and the tears in her eyes told me that the stories were true. This Baroness was like the Grey Lady. In the Den they talk about the Grey Lady, and how if she were still Baroness things would be different. She wouldn't have let her people suffer the way we do in the Den. The people speak of her in solemn, hushed tones, like a goddess once walked among them. In this Baroness, it feels like there might be one again. She made me to stay with her at her home. Jade Pointe. All the Barons had lived there, and it was everything everyone said it was and more. Vi, as she had me call her, was working on a project out in the hangar. She wouldn't let me see it. Instead, she had me grow my hair out again, changed how I dressed, refused to let me use the Den-tongue I always had. In time I looked and talked and walked like any other teenager in the Park, not like an underaged Shaker in the Den. I don't know how she did it, but the Baroness made the situation with the law for me go away too.​

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When I asked her why she was doing all this, for me, Vi said, "Because I need you to be presentable, there's more for you than the Den in this galaxy. And, because you're one of my people and if no one else cares about you, I do and will." With that she paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "Because my family owes you."​

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That's when she told me.​

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While in the hospital, they did blood tests. Two things about the results stood out. First, an off-the-charts Midichlorian Count. Mother always said Dathomiri were Force-Sensitive, at least us women. Mom had taught me all about the Book of Law, said that it was my heritage. I learned from her, anything and everything she wanted to teach me. Spells and incantations, lore and legends, even the old ways of fighting, drawn from the Echani Handmaiden styles and Teras Kasi of the rogue Jedi who founded our system. Those hours were some of my very best memories of my mother, and I still think of them often. So when Vi told me about the Force, I wasn't surprised. When she told me she was taking me to the Silver Jedi Order on Kashyyyk to be enrolled, that shocked me. Me? A Jedi. Not in a million years. Vi herself didn't speak highly of the Jedsies...sorry, Jedi. Dagata had long blamed the naivete and deluded meddling of the Jedi for allowing the Sith and the Empire to rise. Should have killed 'em at the Jak, but Mon Mothma and her New Republic wouldn't hear it. But Vi said, if there is to be hope, there must be Jedi to guard to it. I swallowed hard and nodded. As my Baroness commands.​

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The next point however, shook me to my core. The blood tests showed me to be half-Epicanthix, like Vi. A lot like Vi. It appeared that my father, the rich man who seduced my mother and kept her as his mistress until she became pregnant with me, then abandoned her and forced her aside, back into the life that killed her, was her father, the Baron....​

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My mind reeled at this. I barely heard Vi explain that he had cheated on her mother, that no one knew except his valet - the old droid from the hospital, whom her father had relegated to House duties when he spoke out - and how he'd been murdered when I was a youngling in mother's arms, just only a year old. Vi was my big sister, well, half-sister! I was royal blood! It took me weeks to come to terms with all of it. Just as I did, Vi announced to me that we'd be going to Kasshyyk in a few weeks more, and she would be leaving me there with them.​

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The bastard girl from the Den was becoming something no one ever expected her to be, in every single way!​

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Personality

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Raised in the congested, tumultuous, and perilous Den of Harastown, Joury had no choice but to grow up fast and grow up hard. She quickly became versed in the various skills and knowledge that would keep her alive. Because of this, she is streetwise and tough, having nothing gullible or easily intimidated within her whatsoever. She is possessed of a natural desire for adventure, a subconscious need to solve mysteries, and heartfelt compassion and empathy for those struggling on the fringes of society. She's smart, and despite a lack in formal education has a streak of deep-rooted curiosity running through her. Thanks to her mother's influence, there is also a strong pull towards mysticism, magic, and The Force, an unavoidable fact of life for one initiated into and instructed in the ways of the Witches of Dathomir at such a young age. She has a deep aversion to blasters and other guns, for reasons from her past, and prefers unarmed combat or melee weapons, including the lightsaber, which has fascinated her for as long as she can remember. Joury grew up poor, and hungry, and has an appreciation for good food and a home-cooked meal, in fact, any comforts at all are a welcome respite from a hard life lived. Her past is sordid, and from it she's learned to be a bit jaded, wary of others, preferring private, intimate friendships and conversation to large groups and crowded public spaces. She is a talented dancer, and when she must, she is able to be quite seductive if the situation requires, however her views on such relationships are those of cynicism, aloofness, and cautious skepticism - not sure if there is such a thing in the galaxy as true love. She isn't one for authority or a lot of structure, and it can be hard for her to conform in many cases. She has a biting wit, which often masks the deeper sadness and anger she harbors hidden inside. Joury is mixture of contradictions: An urbane, tough, strong-willed girl who longs for genuine belonging, tranquility, and simple comforts amid quieter environs. A rebel who wants to belong. A hard shell around a soft heart, appearing as a hard heart within a soft shell. Above all, she wants to know she matters, that she is more than a moment in history, to be part of something that means more than just here and now. She wants meaning.

 

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Cybernetics

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• Bacta Processing Implant
• Fitness Package
• Cardio Power System
• Gordulan Reaction System
• Cardio-Muscular Package

Having been shot through the back, the blaster bolts tore through Joury's chest. To save her life, the Bacta Processing Implant (BPI) was implanted to facilitate her healing. The Cardio-Muscular Package, Fitness Package, Cardio Power System, and Gordulan Reaction System followed, replacing / repairing her damaged lungs, heart, and torso muscles. Weeks in a bacta tank, together with the BPI, ensured there to be no scarring, no tell-tale signs of these enhancements having happened at all. These implants which have saved her, also gave her the gifts of near-superhuman stamina, respiratory capacity, cardiovascular strength and efficiency, elevated coordination and hastened reflexes, and strength, speed, and athleticism more than twice those of a normal human's.

Dathomirian Legacy

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Though only half-Dathomirian, and having been born and raised on Dagata IV, doing so as a female means that both the Witches' blood and legacy flows through her. She displays this not only in her physical appearance, but also in her uncannily high sensitivity to the Force. Her mother, a full-blooded Dathomirian, emigrated to Dagata and was herself raised in the traditions and culture of Dathomirians. She passed these on to her daughter, teaching her about their history, culture, and beliefs. Joury was trained by her mother in the fighting styles of her people, and had plenty of reason and opportunity to hone these skills amid the mean streets and alleyways of Harastown's dangerous "Den" where she grew up. Further, she is an initiated Witch in her own right, though her training was left incomplete by her mother's suicide. As such, she is versed in the following spells, but only to the degree of Initiate in any of them:

• Arrows of Fire
• Force 'Blanket'
• Force Crush
• Mountain Sense
• Night Sight
• Probe Spell
• Spell of Communication
• Spell of Focus
• Spell of Healing
• Spell of Water
• Weather Sense
• Call Mist
• Call Rain
• Spell of Deception
• Spell of Fire Creation
• Spell of Ordering

Joury is proficient in Paecean, the ancient language of the Dathomiri, but by no means fluent having had very few with whom to speak it growing up. She never knew why her mother's family had left home for Dagata, but suspects - due to her mother's quietness on the subject - that her grandparents (one or both, she never met either of them) had broken the law there.

She ages slowly, though not as slow as true-blooded Dathomiri, and is possessed of the natural athleticism that Dathomiri females are known to display.

Epicanthix Side

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Her Epicanthix lineage shines through too, most notably in her resilience in unconsciously shielding her mind from Force-assisted mental tricks, influence, domination, and mind-reading. This bloodline as well is to blame for her not appearing entirely Dathomirian, i.e. giving her some color to her skin, a blonde-tint to her hair, and the icy-to-oceanic blue of her eyes. Married with her Dathomirian side, it accounts for her willowy, lithe yet powerful musculature, sculpted to present state through a lifetime of hardship. She knows little else of her father's culture or heritage, save for what she's learned from her recently-discovered sister, and of course now that she knows, the very much-told storied and colorful history of House Mazah-T'shkali, from which she descends!

Jedi Training & Experience

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Rank: Padawan

Jedi Master: Master Jyoti Nooran

 

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Purchases and Acquisitions Tracker -

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Blackthorne Bestiary:

• Ordered 5/26/19
• Acquired 5/26/19
• Ordered 5/28/19
• Acquired 5/31/19

Sasori Research and Design:

• Ordered 5/26/19
• Acquired 5/27/19
• Ordered 5/27/19
• Acquired 5/28/19
• Ordered 5/28/19
• Acquired 5/28/19
• Ordered 5/29/19
• Acquired 5/31/19

Lucerne Labs:

• Ordered 5/26/19
• Acquired 5/26/19

Locke and Key Mechanics:

• Ordered 5/26/19
• Acquired 5/27/19

ATC:

• Ordered 5/28/19

JOURY'S PERSONAL POSSESSIONS

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• Joury's Utility Harness
• Wayfarer Travel Bag
• Joury's Breath Mask
• Buscador Pendant
• Wayfarer Coat
• Ranger Fighting Utility Knives (2)
• Wayfarer Pants
• Wayfarer Boots
• Krayt Dragon Suit
• Whisper Gorget
• Jedi Library Card
• Jedi Shadow Armor
• Jedi Shadow Robes
• "Last Kiss", Joury's Lightsaber

 

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