NAME: Morgan Wilded
FACTION: The Sith Order
RANK: Slave
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 13
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 147.3 cm
WEIGHT: 41 kg
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Olive
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS
Mature: Her whole life has forced upon her a level of maturity well beyond her years. As a matter of survival.
The Devils Own Luck: A bad hand in the first round doesn't mean the Sabacc game is over when the game lasts a lifetime.
WEAKNESSES
Enslaved: Since birth. You can understand that a slaves prospects are poor. To tenure resignation promptly.
You're Kidding Me: No, no we're not. Morgan is a child. Physically weak. No credit score. No respect. It's rough I tell ya, rough.
APPEARANCE:
Reference to be added latter as not to spoil things.
BIOGRAPHY:
Morgan Wilded: She has little to tell of her life. As it is a wretched existence. Born into slavery. It would have been a kindness to have snuffed out her life as a babe to spare the indignity, the cruelty, the horror. Yet a mothers love has prevented such relief. Cut short as sometime before her earliest memories, her mother had passed. Morgan was not told at any point how she died. Not that it mattered. Other slave woman took care of her best they could under the circumstances. Poorly really. Yet she survived the first junction of life. Unlike many of the Sith's slaves. Luck perhaps.
Once Morgan was physically capable of working, she worked. Menial labor, domestic mostly. Hard work of course. She had some other kids who she could just be a kid with. Out of the eye of the Master and others who held power over the slaves. Speaking of the Master, the Sith Lord, who's name she will not speak for fear of some punishment. They treated her worse than others. As she carried a marked name. One that dared to challenge the Sith. Her existence carried on only for the sadistic pleasure of them. And perhaps some other twisted reasons. The Master knew Morgan was Force Sensitive. Never had they mentioned as a matter of course. And to what extent. Only here was their one failing. Morgan knew. She wasn't nearly as ignorant as she should be it seems.
This passage merely skims upon her life. Not delving to all detail of how truly dreadful her existance really is. To write such things would be a disservice to the reader. I invite you though, dear reader. At your own peril, to ruin yourself upon the rocks of imagination.
Inexplicably, she was sold to a Slave Trader. Passed through a network of such horrible ilk for a few months. Transferring from one dark ship hold to the next. Eventually landing in the dungeon of a Hutt.
SHIP:
N/A
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