Sio Anuul’ic
Predor
Name: Sio Anuul'ic
Faction: Task Force G-11
Rank: Predor
Species: Chiss
Age: 30
Sex: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 140 lbs
Eyes: Red
Hair: Black
Skin: Blue
Force Sensitive: Yes
Strengths:
Dark Side Mastery:
While I know there are those who see this as a negative. I do not. My strength has always been in the use of Sith Magic and the application of lightning. While I lack the ability to augment my physical strength, I see little need for it when steeped in darkness. Through the my connection to the force I bend and twist things to my will.
Juyo Expert:
While my ability with the force is my greatest strength. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m lacking I. The physical strength department. I mastered the seventh form of lightsaber combat as a way to makeup for that shortcoming. It’s not perfect, as I can still be overpowered physically. Still, it at least offers me a line of defense. Enough of one to get away from my opponent and show them the power of the force.
Manipulative:
The ability to get what I want out of others is important. Anyone with any real understanding of power comes to this same conclusion. Individuals are tools, to be twisted and turned in the direction I see fit. The direction that most benefits me, whether they know it or not.
Weaknesses:
Sentimental:
It pains me to admit to any weakness. Though it’s a closely guarded secret on my part. I care deeply for certain beings. Whether it be the all being of my existing descendants, or that of my god daughter. In the wrong hands they are a weapon against me. I only wish I’m not forced to destroy them. It would pain me to see them dead.
Disturbed:
Winter has informed me that I frighten the troops. I’m aware of their fear, but I assumed it was from their awe at my position. Or my power. Winter has said this is not the case, that they’re afraid because I’m volatile, and don’t always seem to be myself. I don’t see where she’s coming from but the other me is amused by the fears and concerns of those around us.
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Lightsaber: Black hilt with two vented ports for the blade.
Armor: Black and gray armor, black mask and a black cloak.
Wardrobe: Formal Dresses, pajamas and other assorted clothing. (generally wears armor)
Ship: Restored Sith Fury-Class Interceptor.
Biography:
It began in my childhood, as these things do. I was happy, and content to love my life as it was. My father Idiwe was a member of the Vesci crime syndicate. Not a prominent one, but also not the lowliest either. My mother Iziz was an artist, and beautiful as the snow itself. My older sister Missa was just as beautiful as our mother, and my best friend. I can’t say as much about my brother, but then Brosden took pesky little brother too new heights. Overall though we were happy. Missa and I used to play everyday. We would go exploring outside in the mountains. I still remember the smell of the ice in the air as we danced and played. More so though, I remember the sound of the snow drifts breaking loose and the avalanche that followed. The ground shook beneath our feet. It felt like the whole mountain was coming apart. Like the gods had decided to wreak some sort of revenge on us just for being there. We ran as fast as our feet would take us, but it wasn't enough. The snow grabbed us both and pushed us towards the cliff side. I remember as my head went underneath the snow my last thought. “We’re going to die. Daddy will be so heartbroken.” I fear gripped me then. I didn't want to die, I was only five years old. That’s when I felt it though. Something buried deep within me. Dark, and seductive in a way my little mind couldn't comprehend it. A black still lake just waiting for me. So I dove in.
That was the first time I used my power. To save my sister and I from death. Just in the Knick of time I was able to grab Missa with my mind and guide us to an exposed rock. I remember the way the stone felt as my hand touched it. Most of all, I remember the pain that followed. I was tainted now. Less than worthless in my fathers eyes. The force was a disgusting aberration after all. He made sure to tell me everyday before hitting me.........
What was that sound? No there’s nothing there, there couldn't be. Not after all this time. Time? Wait, where am I?
I remember the day I killed the husband forced on me. My father thought it was a good idea to pawn me off. To sell me to some other member of the Vesci in the hopes of improving our misfortunes. Misfortunes that had to be my fault. I’ll admit it. I was enraged at my father, and I enjoyed the feeling of the knife biting into flesh as my husband died. I even watched as the blood drained out of him, and he took his last breath. He was a weak fool anyways, and I had been learning. Anything I could get my hands on I used. Any artifact of the dark side. Till I was imprisoned, and of course exiled from my own homeworld.
Wait.... I hear it now. Yes! That voice, a woman’s voice. I know that voice. Is it time Cassandra? Will I finally feel the sweet release from this nightmare, or has my mind broken far worse than I could have imagined?
Smoke, and burning metal. I’m bleeding now. Near death as I see the Coruscanti woman fully armored. She’s taking out the crew one by one. We were in Imperial space after all. It was always a calculated risk though when you ran spice for the Hutts. Her golden eyes are over me now. Staring into me, assessing my value. It seems to her I may have worth, that’s something I won’t forget. “What are you?” She asks me. Chiss are rare in Imperial space, I know this. “Whatever you need me to be.” I respond willingly. She smiles then her eyes bright with possibilities. “Good.”
Yes.... that’s right. Cassandra found me. She adopted me... yes.... sisters, we were sisters. She introduced me to the Emperor. Help me become his hand. If only he had been willing to teach me more. I would have stayed.
My time in Black Sun plays across my mind. Most vividly is him. Thrall, another of my species. He catches my heart, to Cassandra’s dismay. She doesn't care for him, but I don’t care. We marry, children are born. Three yes that’s right three. I see their faces every time I close my eyes. They love watching me practice with my lightsaber. Love seeing the force. I indulge them, all because I love them. Then a shadowy figure approaches. She takes them from me, uses them against me. Makes me do unspeakable things. I know what must be done but I can’t do it. I know what comes next and I scream. I scream so loud but it can’t be heard. Instead I’m tainted by his body and the children I lost. Only one lives, and I never find her again.
What happens next is always what happens. Rage builds in me, and I attempt to cast it out into the force. My vain attempt at destruction from my timeless jail. Then comes the final memories of my life. The empire in the midst of war with the Rebellion. Cassandra coming to me with her final request. The fulcrum of her plan for house Angelos and the Admiralty. It requires something from me though. She speaks to me, asking if I would be willing to be put in stasis till the heir freed me. I’m intrigued by her idea, and she assures me the passage of time will be unnoticeable. Something to my horror I still know to have been false. Eight hundred twenty-nine years. So much time alone, so much time in pain.
I can feel her now. She is near, coming towards me. It’s unmistakable, but she isn’t Cassandra. The field comes down and I fall to the ground in a heap. I recover quickly though killing the guards with her. My eyes burn with rage as I reach out and take hold of her throat with the force. Her eyes widen, but not with fear. The face is unmistakable, identical to my sister. I pull her close leveling her eyes to mine. “Who are you?” I ask releasing my grip enough for her to speak. "Moderately concerned......My name is Winter Carmilla Angelos, daughter of Ember Se'Ven Angelos of the Commandant-line of the Blood Admiralty and 13th Heir of House Angelos since the Imperial Doom." She says to me. I smile beneath my mask. Something she can’t see. “I am the Predor, and your god mother.” She nods knowingly. Aware of my existence no doubt. “Then it has begun.........”
