Don't Panic
NAME: Sizaanah, originally Krahaaz
FACTION: OmegaPyre
RANK: SPECTRE
SPECIES: Ssi-ruu
AGE: 31
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 6'10" (2.08 m)
WEIGHT: 660 lbs (300 kg)
EYES: White
HAIR: N/A
SKIN: Black scales
FORCE SENSITIVE: Racially blind to the Force
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+ Combat training. Siza was born into the assassin caste of her people, and trained from birth in the art of death. She's well-versed in the use of rifles, but like most blackscales, she prefers hand-to-hand combat for its silence and efficiency. Sizaanah has been trained in the use of vibro weapons and a Ssi-Ruuvi martial art that greatly resembles K'tara, making her a phenomenally deadly combatant. Note that this is before her overwhelming strength is taken into account.
+ Scent tongues. Ssi-ruuk have an amazingly powerful sense of smell, due to their unique "scent tongues" that can be extended from both nostrils. Siza can distinguish an individual she's smelled before based entirely on scent, much like hearing their voice. This makes her an an outstanding tracker. She can even "smell" certain emotions, like fear or deception, due to the horomones. Siza can retract her scent tongues when in an area of extremely offensive odor, so they're not normally a liability.
+/- Friggin' huge. Even though she's small for a Ssi-ruu, Siza is absolutely enormous by humanoid standards. Her hide is covered in armored scales and her muscle density is absolutely terrifying. Siza can easily lift an adult Wookiee by the throat, or rip open a steel door. This also has the downside of making her cumbersome and heavy (she's over 650 pounds without armor) and incapable of fitting in most human-sized areas; starfighter cockpits, small elevators, single-person escape pods, chairs...
- Bad eyesight. Ssi-ruuk may have an amazing sense of smell, but their eyesight is pretty bad. Without looking down a sniper scope, Siza has a hard time making pinpoint blaster shots and seeing accurately at long distances. Her eyes are resistant to sudden bursts of light, but that's little condolence when you can't hit a standing target at fifty meters.
- Piloting. For the love of all that is sacred in this galaxy, do not put Siza anywhere near a pilot seat. She couldn't fly her way out of a paper bag, and she has been known to crash landspeeders during takeoff.
SHIP:
As mentioned above, Sizaanah does not fly. It's hazardous to her health. If she needs to get somewhere, she asks someone else to take her there.
BIOGRAPHY:
Ssi-ruuk society is divided by caste. Bluescales are political leaders, goldscales are religious leaders, redscales are warriors. It is extremely rare to find a Ssi-ruu with black scales, and as such the honored blackscale assassins are equal parts respected and openly feared. Blackscale spies and killers function as the secret police of the Imperium, and each rare black-scaled Ssi-ruuk is valued like a precious treasure.
Krahaaz's early life was one of both luxury and extreme work. Her mother and father, both blackscales responsible for the deaths of hundreds of dissidents and rebels, insisted that young Krah had every advantage in life to prepare her for an existence of constant murder in the name of religious piety and social stability. She trained from the moment she was old enough to walk in Ssi-Ruuvi martial arts and the use of many kinds of weapons, proper Ssi-ruuk anatomy, and ambush. Her life would have been perfect.
When she reached the age of fifteen, Krah was on a training mission, an assassination of a rival lord. While the kill itself was clean, she was cornered by the lord's guards afterwards, attempting to turn in her body to the lord's family for proper rewards. While trained as a killer, the young Krah couldn't take on a dozen warriors on her own. She steeled herself and prepared for death.
It never came. A brownscale outcast, the result of breeding between castes, showed himself at a moment that could only have been divine providence. He proved himself a formidable fighter in the ensuing battle, and after another dozen bodies littered the ground around her, Krah simply had to know him. Brownscales were honorless trash, by Ssi-ruuk standards, but this one had come to her defense and proven himself worthy of respect. His name, Ahkrin, burned itself into her mind. She would never forget it.
Several years passed before Krah heard from Ahkrin again. Her life continued as it had, with death and murder, lies and deceit. When she was nearing her twenty-fifth year, Krahaaz was casually walking back home from yet another assassination when she saw a brown-scaled male running from a group of warriors intent on his blood. She recognized his smell almost immediately, and rushed to his aid. As Ahkrin had saved her so many years ago, she stained her hands in the blood of honorable warriors in an attempt to save a worthless mutt.
Ahkrin was wounded in the battle, and Krah took him home in an attempt to nurse him back to heath. She would have simply patched him up and been done with it if she hadn't smelled something very odd on him. Hidden beneath layers of dirt and blood was Krah's own scent; in the sense that human twins looked identical, Ahkrin smelled just like her. Krah was obviously unnerved by this, and brought her parents to see him and explain.
This was the biggest mistake of Krahaaz's life.
Her mother, Shythal, attempted to attack the unconscious brownscale the moment she saw him with a fury in her eyes that Krah had never seen, and though she struck out to defend him (she had no idea why), Krah wound up fracturing the larger woman's shoulder. It was only as Krah and her father Vynak nursed both of the wounded Ssi-ruu back to health that she discovered the truth. Ahkrin was indeed her twin, and an immense mark of shame on their family's name. Brownscales were the result of muddled blood, and Shythal had attempted to kill the child immediately after he hatched. Vynak had stopped her and instead left him with a brownscale couple to raise as their own, hoping that the lot of them never crossed paths again.
When Shythal awoke again, she scoffed at the still-unconscious Ahkrin and stormed out of Krah's home. Within ten minutes, a full two squads of warriors were beating down the door, hunting for the mud-scale trash that had violated so many laws. Vynak and Krah both knew exactly whose fault that would have been, and though Vynak refused to save his son a second time, he understood Krahnaaz's need to do so.
She had killed eight out of the twenty or more soldiers trying to gun her down by the time Ahkrin woke up. With renewed vigor from seeing her brother alive and well, Krah rejoined the fight as deadly as ever, and a dozen more warriors laid dead and broken within minutes. The twins realized that there was no more place on this planet for either of them - Krahaaz's mother would make every single day a living hell for her,and Ahkrin was a wanted man. Instead, they slipped into a spaceport docking bay, stole a ship, and jumped as far away from Lwhekk as possible.
They found the Sanctuary Pipeline, the closest hyperspace route to Lwhekk, and took it as far as it would go, winding up on Sullust. What Krah hadn't expected was that Ahkrin had never expected to make it out alive. His wounds were much greater than an assassin could treat, and the foreign atmosphere of Sullust simply compounded the damage. He died wheezing, but smiling at his twin sister, and left Krahaaz alone in the galaxy.
Abandoning a name that no longer had any meaning to her, she rechristened herself Sizanaah, "Lost Hunter" and began to wander as best she could. She had nothing left, after all, but the need to live. Every day was a fight to both stay alive, and to have a reason to live. If only she had known what she would find when she wandered idly to Corellia...
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
You Smell Like Whiskey and Regret - OP recruitment
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:
In light of me actually reviewing Ssi-ruuk culture and religious beliefs, it has come to my attention that it's unlikely for Siza to be as proficient in Basic as she is, and that she's remarkably not-racist for her kind. I'm going to attempt to justify this by the passage of time. It's been eight hundred years since the Ssi-ruuk first met the rest of the galaxy, and much has probably changed since then. I make the following concessions, for the sake of my character:
- Lwhekk is recovered. Years of expansionism hurt Lwhekk's surface, but the stagnancy imposed by losing two wars and an internal civil war forced the Ssi-ruuk into a period of recovery. They rebuilt and bred for several years, safe from the Gulag Virus in their little pocket system outside the galaxy's borders.
- The military dictatorship of the P'w'eck rebellion crumbled within a few years under the physical power and military prowess of the superior Ssi-ruuk. While the society has never quite recovered enough for expansion after the Vong coup, the Imperium has found itself a new shape. Now, P'w'eck occupy a similar place to brown-scaled mixed blood Ssi-ruuk in the hierarchy. They aren't officially slaves, but their lot hasn't improved measurably.
- The current government is still rulership by Shreeftut, a male Ssi-ruu of either the priest or noble caste. The current Shreeftut is a goldscale former priest who has ruled for almost two hundred years, and is known for his extremely existential and philosophical view on the world. Lwhekk has hit an artistic renaissance of sorts under his rule, with a profound understanding of religion and the nature of the soul pervading all levels of society. He cares little for expansion, and though he still sees the "Children of Lwhekk" as superior to all other species, he does not act with imperialistic aggression. The Shreeftut prefers to show the superiority of the species in his laizzes-faire attitude towards the concerns of the galaxy. "Mammals bicker and squabble, but the Children of Lwhekk know only peace."
- After their humiliating loss at the hands of both the Republic and the Yuuzhan-Vong, all schooled Ssi-ruuk (and the few schooled P'w'eck) are taught both Galactic Basic and the Yuuzhan-Vong language, in order to better understand their culture...and its weaknesses.