Artifact Appraiser/Holocron Collector/Historian
|| THE BASICS ||
|| PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION ||
|| ORIENTATIONS ||
|| ATTRIBUTES ||
The Sith Inquisitor wore many hats. She was a scholar and historian who adored her Holocrons to collect and study. One of her biggest passions was that of a trader and appraiser of the more esoteric items one might come across. The tall, strong woman was a trainer of Sith apprentices. Upon reflection, she'd done a very large amount in a very short life span.
Like most of Sith blood, she was confident and arrogant in many different areas. Yet, there were certainly times where she could clearly show a state of humility. This often didn't occur in the face of living beings; rather, she was often humbled by how much of her history and that of her people that she did not know yet. This drove her- her passion, her hobbies. Everything seemed dedicated to unraveling the mystery that was herself.
Quiet and contemplative, she certainly did more listening than talking and seemed skilled at reading a room from the moment she entered it. Whether that was just a practiced ability or a Force trait was unclear, but she seemed to make mental profiles of most everyone she came across. Strengths, weaknesses, anything that might be utilized at a later date. Though, she certainly could manipulate a room if the situation warranted. Her dark skin and her tall stature definitely gave intimidation help if she felt it necessary.
Like any living sentient being, she was not without her shortcomings. She loved her drink and often indulged. Perhaps not to excess (at least, not as she saw it), but she definitely noticed if she went without at least a drink every three or four hours. Initially, it manifested as just a minor irritability, or perhaps forgetfulness. If it went on for too long, she'd get irrationally upset and start lashing out at folk. Though, she wouldn't admit for a second she might be a slave to her vices.
She was also extremely obsessive, for good or ill. When she wanted something, when she got a lead, when she learned of something interesting, that was all she could think about for the immediate future. Over the years, she'd worked at trying to control this part of her nature, as she had plenty of duties that also called for her resources and attention, but it was often an issue, especially in her free time.
|| THE FORCE ||
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
Uxagi Ven Xatash was born to mother Xivu'Xatash and an unknown father approximately a quarter century on the harsh Sith planet Ziost. From a young age, her mother was overbearing and abusive, pushing her spawn to a level of Force mastery that was constantly a step above where she was currently at. In and of itself, this wasn't an unusual method of training, but Xagi quickly realized that there was something different about her.
There was something... wrong, with her mastery of the Force.
She was still quite skilled, especially in mental and ranged arenas of the Force, but there was something that was there, preventing her from using her full potential as she was told it should be. The young apprentice had to work twice as hard for the skills she sought to master than anyone else in her class and her masters definitely took notice. They also saw fit to inform her mother of her difficulties.
In lieu of extra help or possible explanations for her stumbling blocks in her abilities, her mother instead saw fit to punish and berate her child for her shortcomings. Lashings, beatings and isolation were an almost daily occurrence, in addition to whatever she was subjected to during training. In what little free time she was able to steal, she was often in the library, studying holocrons, data slates, anything that might shed some light on why she was having the issues she was. As time went on, most her comfort was found in the solitude of a writing or recording. She could be by herself, in peace, while still expanding her mind.
Sadly, not everyone saw her pursuits as an effective use of her time. Hence, her need to steal her own peace.
As the years went on, she did eventually learn to adjust her abilities for her shortcomings, working what what she had and learning to improvise. Teachers soon became impressed with ingenuity born out of necessity and started complimenting her. Xagi began passing her trials and her tasks much easier, in no small part thanks to her copious studies on techniques, history and mysteries of the Sith. By the time her training was complete and she was ready to set off on a life of her own, her mother was prepared to reveal something to her.
Not only the identity of her father, whom she'd never known before, but also for the fact that her father was a human. A mix, in fact. Xagi learning this caused the last decades to come crashing around her. Rather than her mother admit this to her and face it as to why she might not be fully equipped as some of her Sith Pureblood compatriots, she took it upon herself to make Xagi believe it was her own fault that she struggled or failed.
In her usual contemptuous way, her mother had informed her that her success was due to Xivu pressing her so harshly and took great narcissistic pleasure in taking credit for her daughter's accomplishments. She was in the middle of informing Xagi that she'd be leaving this 'hellhole of a world now that you're of age' and 'don't care what happens to you from here on out'.
A saying her mother was fond of was 'the truth shall set you free'. Indeed, as Xagi rolled the phrase in her mouth, it tasted of bitter irony. And it was at that moment that the blade of her staff lightsaber made its way through her arrogant mother's heart.
"You are right, mother. The truth indeed will set you free. As it has done here." In a look of shock and... pride? No, couldn't be. Her mother fell to the floor, lifeless in their small home of which Xivu took residence and ownership of. But she wasn't about to stay in that den of misery one second longer.
Instead, her thirst for knowledge had turned into a raging hunger. Especially for her beloved Holocrons. She'd collected a few during her time there but she knew there was so much more out there, so much knowledge that might shine a light on who she really was. Having collected the name of her father, she didn't pay it much mind, electing instead to just let the Force bring them to meet if it was ever going to.
Instead, she took her mother's savings and bought a home on the Smuggler's Moon of Nar Shaddaa. She made some contacts with local Hutt cartels and offered her assistance as advisor, counsel and among other things, artifact appraisers. In this way, she not only knew what could make them a large pile of credits, but she was also able to 'point out' artifacts that were of little worth at all - namely ones that looked like floating or stationary cubes with glowing glyphs etched into them.
Getting paid in both artifacts and currency allowed her a very comfortable living in this den of iniquity. One day, she'd come across a delivery of a crate, in which housed two very feral looking canids. None of her contacts really wanted the animals, either to sell or for hunt fodder, so she'd offered to take them. Wasting no time in bonding with the brother and sister, she'd named them Spirit and Angel respectively. The twin Maalraas were wonderful companions once they were shown a bit of care and she liked having company around her quiet house.
So her life settled into the occasional research mission for her Order, her own pursuits on many different worlds and leisurely trading, drinking and other vices during her off time. It was a comfortable life, if a little uneventful.
Then came the CIS...
|| ROLEPLAY THREADS ||
- Full name: Uxagi Ven Xatash (oo-zah-ghee vehn za-tahsh)
- Preferred Names:
- Uxagi
- Xagi
- Alias:
- None Known/Registered
- Titles:
- Holocron Collector
- Sith Lord
- Inquisitor
- Species: Near-Human
- Race:
- Birthworld: Ziost
- Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa
- Faction(s):
- Rank(s):
- Kissai
- Sith Master
- (Potential)Knights Obsidian Knight
- Class:
- Mentor(s):
- Xivu'Xatash - Mother
- Student(s):
[*]Force Sensitive: Yes
[*]Force Alignment: True Neutral
|| PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION ||
- Gender: Female
- Age: 25 GSY
- Height: 6 foot, 2 inches
- Weight: Approx. 150 lbs
- Complexion: Sith Pureblood - Dark Red, Purple Lips
- Eye Color: Yellow/Amber glow
- Hair Color: Dark Chocolate Brown
- Distinguishing Marks: Ancient Sith text on lower belly. Glyph brand on upper left shoulder (back). Circular script on right wrist. Assorted old scars on back/back of legs.
- Voice Sample: Gina Torres (Firefly, Destiny 2)
- Appearance description: The tall red colored woman was imposing in appearance, with a contrasting serene, contemplative expression on her face. Long black hair came down to her midsection and was often plaited in a long braid or left to hang free and frame her face. Piercing amber eyes had a soft rolling glow to them. Unlike most Sith Purebloods, her face was not holding any tendrils or protrusions, save for ridges on her high cheekbones and around her orbital sockets.
Her complexion was fairly smooth and her skin a deep crimson with dark undertones. The woman sported piercings on her ears and one in her nose. Occasionally a small arc of color crossed the metal parts on or in her skin. A circlet sat on her forehead and thick gold rings decorated her throat.
A dark leather wrap framed her shoulders, secured in the middle of her chest with a chain. Right above that chain were ridges in her skin that seemed designed to, well, draw attention to her ample bosom. Her entire slender, lithe form was draped in a black set of Inquisitor's robes with lovely gold trim. Wrapping her waist was a thick, secure silver belt. Her hands were likewise covered in gloves with gold trimmings.
The Sith's voice was a deep, calm tone that almost echoed when she spoke. She carried herself with a confident demeanor that straddled the line between arrogant and contemplative.
|| ORIENTATIONS ||
- Marital Status: Single
- Sexual Conduct: Pansexual
- Languages:
- Galactic Basic - Native
- Ancient/Modern Sith - Fluent
- Huttese - Fluent
- Twi'lek - Passable
- Mando'a - Beginner
- Occupation:
- Professional Artifact Trader/Appraiser
- Residence: Nar Shaddaa, Ziost
|| ATTRIBUTES ||
The Sith Inquisitor wore many hats. She was a scholar and historian who adored her Holocrons to collect and study. One of her biggest passions was that of a trader and appraiser of the more esoteric items one might come across. The tall, strong woman was a trainer of Sith apprentices. Upon reflection, she'd done a very large amount in a very short life span.
Like most of Sith blood, she was confident and arrogant in many different areas. Yet, there were certainly times where she could clearly show a state of humility. This often didn't occur in the face of living beings; rather, she was often humbled by how much of her history and that of her people that she did not know yet. This drove her- her passion, her hobbies. Everything seemed dedicated to unraveling the mystery that was herself.
Quiet and contemplative, she certainly did more listening than talking and seemed skilled at reading a room from the moment she entered it. Whether that was just a practiced ability or a Force trait was unclear, but she seemed to make mental profiles of most everyone she came across. Strengths, weaknesses, anything that might be utilized at a later date. Though, she certainly could manipulate a room if the situation warranted. Her dark skin and her tall stature definitely gave intimidation help if she felt it necessary.
Like any living sentient being, she was not without her shortcomings. She loved her drink and often indulged. Perhaps not to excess (at least, not as she saw it), but she definitely noticed if she went without at least a drink every three or four hours. Initially, it manifested as just a minor irritability, or perhaps forgetfulness. If it went on for too long, she'd get irrationally upset and start lashing out at folk. Though, she wouldn't admit for a second she might be a slave to her vices.
She was also extremely obsessive, for good or ill. When she wanted something, when she got a lead, when she learned of something interesting, that was all she could think about for the immediate future. Over the years, she'd worked at trying to control this part of her nature, as she had plenty of duties that also called for her resources and attention, but it was often an issue, especially in her free time.
|| THE FORCE ||
- Mental Abilities
- Assault/Control
- Force Lightning
- Force Choke
- Corpse Vision
- Sith Inquisitor's grand robes
- Long-Handle Lightsaber
- Twin Maalraas companions, Spirit and Angel
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
Uxagi Ven Xatash was born to mother Xivu'Xatash and an unknown father approximately a quarter century on the harsh Sith planet Ziost. From a young age, her mother was overbearing and abusive, pushing her spawn to a level of Force mastery that was constantly a step above where she was currently at. In and of itself, this wasn't an unusual method of training, but Xagi quickly realized that there was something different about her.
There was something... wrong, with her mastery of the Force.
She was still quite skilled, especially in mental and ranged arenas of the Force, but there was something that was there, preventing her from using her full potential as she was told it should be. The young apprentice had to work twice as hard for the skills she sought to master than anyone else in her class and her masters definitely took notice. They also saw fit to inform her mother of her difficulties.
In lieu of extra help or possible explanations for her stumbling blocks in her abilities, her mother instead saw fit to punish and berate her child for her shortcomings. Lashings, beatings and isolation were an almost daily occurrence, in addition to whatever she was subjected to during training. In what little free time she was able to steal, she was often in the library, studying holocrons, data slates, anything that might shed some light on why she was having the issues she was. As time went on, most her comfort was found in the solitude of a writing or recording. She could be by herself, in peace, while still expanding her mind.
Sadly, not everyone saw her pursuits as an effective use of her time. Hence, her need to steal her own peace.
As the years went on, she did eventually learn to adjust her abilities for her shortcomings, working what what she had and learning to improvise. Teachers soon became impressed with ingenuity born out of necessity and started complimenting her. Xagi began passing her trials and her tasks much easier, in no small part thanks to her copious studies on techniques, history and mysteries of the Sith. By the time her training was complete and she was ready to set off on a life of her own, her mother was prepared to reveal something to her.
Not only the identity of her father, whom she'd never known before, but also for the fact that her father was a human. A mix, in fact. Xagi learning this caused the last decades to come crashing around her. Rather than her mother admit this to her and face it as to why she might not be fully equipped as some of her Sith Pureblood compatriots, she took it upon herself to make Xagi believe it was her own fault that she struggled or failed.
In her usual contemptuous way, her mother had informed her that her success was due to Xivu pressing her so harshly and took great narcissistic pleasure in taking credit for her daughter's accomplishments. She was in the middle of informing Xagi that she'd be leaving this 'hellhole of a world now that you're of age' and 'don't care what happens to you from here on out'.
A saying her mother was fond of was 'the truth shall set you free'. Indeed, as Xagi rolled the phrase in her mouth, it tasted of bitter irony. And it was at that moment that the blade of her staff lightsaber made its way through her arrogant mother's heart.
"You are right, mother. The truth indeed will set you free. As it has done here." In a look of shock and... pride? No, couldn't be. Her mother fell to the floor, lifeless in their small home of which Xivu took residence and ownership of. But she wasn't about to stay in that den of misery one second longer.
Instead, her thirst for knowledge had turned into a raging hunger. Especially for her beloved Holocrons. She'd collected a few during her time there but she knew there was so much more out there, so much knowledge that might shine a light on who she really was. Having collected the name of her father, she didn't pay it much mind, electing instead to just let the Force bring them to meet if it was ever going to.
Instead, she took her mother's savings and bought a home on the Smuggler's Moon of Nar Shaddaa. She made some contacts with local Hutt cartels and offered her assistance as advisor, counsel and among other things, artifact appraisers. In this way, she not only knew what could make them a large pile of credits, but she was also able to 'point out' artifacts that were of little worth at all - namely ones that looked like floating or stationary cubes with glowing glyphs etched into them.
Getting paid in both artifacts and currency allowed her a very comfortable living in this den of iniquity. One day, she'd come across a delivery of a crate, in which housed two very feral looking canids. None of her contacts really wanted the animals, either to sell or for hunt fodder, so she'd offered to take them. Wasting no time in bonding with the brother and sister, she'd named them Spirit and Angel respectively. The twin Maalraas were wonderful companions once they were shown a bit of care and she liked having company around her quiet house.
So her life settled into the occasional research mission for her Order, her own pursuits on many different worlds and leisurely trading, drinking and other vices during her off time. It was a comfortable life, if a little uneventful.
Then came the CIS...
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