<![CDATA[House Horuset - Character Backstories]]> https://www.horuset.com/ Fri, 17 Apr 2026 07:44:12 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Character Sheet: Agran]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=1362 Sun, 15 Jun 2025 07:59:56 +0000 Tonyux]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=1362 [Image: DHUpdY7.jpg]
Overview

First name: Agran
Surname: Grond
Title/position: Sith Apprentice
Race: Sith-Blooded Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Birthday: 1/13/1BTC
Height: 187 cm
Weight: 88 kg
Skin colour: Pale Caucasian
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Blue
Force sensitive: Yes

Physical Description:

Agran is a pale-skinned, well-built man in his mid 20s shaped by rigorous training and Sith discipline. His frame is lean and yet powerful, clearly the product of both martial conditioning and survival under pressure as befitting of any Acolyte. Piercing blue eyes set beneath his brown hair cut into a simple mop top and they give him a cold, calculating presence, more accustomed to observing than engaging. Freckles lightly mark his face, subtle against his fair complexion, and with time passing violence has further carved its traces into him: a sharp diagonal lightsaber scar cuts from his right cheek across the bridge of his nose and up to his left eyebrow, a stark reminder of a near-fatal strike. Burn scars sweep from his left pectoral up over the shoulder and around the back of his neck, with smaller patches marring the skin across his stomach. Scattered minor scars line his legs, the accumulation of training, missions, and narrow escapes. A single horizontal scar still runs cleanly beneath his chin.

Personality:

Agran carries the discipline of an Imperial upbringing- measured, controlled, and unwavering in the presence of authority, mixed with the rigorous training of a Sith Acolyte. He is watchful rather than loud, respectful, at times silver-tongued and still rarely drawn into the petty rivalries that consume his peers. A tactician at heart, he approaches conflict with calculated precision, choosing his battles with care and favoring restraint when it serves the greater outcome. His loyalty is quiet, firm and practical, rooted in respect for the chain of command and a clear understanding of his duty, rather than empty words or sentiment. Beneath his composed exterior lies a steel will, forged by a staunch belief in the Sith Doctrine as it applies to the Empire’s best interests, for him strength is not found in chaos but in firm control, and power is most meaningful when it serves a lasting design and thus best applied with purpose, not impulse.

Backstory:

Agran Grond, second to his brother Pizzotus of a year, was born and raised on Dromund Kaas, deep within the shadowed spires of Imperial civilization. His family, though not among the great Sith houses, boasts a traceable lineage of Sith-blooded ancestry, a fact that grants them some respect, but not influence. His parents, Lola Martis and Prismo Grond, serve the Empire in modest but respectable roles: one within administration, the other within military logistics. Devoted, disciplined, and quietly proud of their heritage.

Their Force sensitivity revealed itself not in a dramatic vision or test, but in the flickers of childhood conflict as natural and unrefined as the emotions that caused them. One day, during a particularly heated argument in the courtyard outside their family’s quarters, Agran shoved Pizzotus with a flash of anger, only to watch his brother stumble back several meters, far more than his strength should have allowed. Moments later, Pizzotus retaliated with a wild shove of his own, knocking Agran off his feet without laying a hand on him. The air around them had cracked with invisible tension, and both boys stood frozen, breathless, realizing something ancient had stirred within them. Their parents, silent witnesses from the window above, knew then that the blood of the Sith had not run thin.

Shortly after the incident, the brothers were brought before an Imperial assessor stationed on Dromund Kaas. Their potential in the Force was confirmed without question. With little ceremony and no protest, they were assigned to begin their training on Korriban, as was tradition for Force-sensitive youths of Sith-blooded heritage.

At the Academy, the brothers quickly diverged in method:

- Pizzotus embraced brute strength and bold confrontation. His instincts were raw, his actions loud and decisive.
- Agran, while no stranger to confrontation, tempered his aggression with foresight. He did not avoid battle, he studied when it was the right time to draw blade and fight, and when it was smarter to take a different approach.

While others sought to dominate for dominance’s sake, Agran held to a different idea: that true power lied in restraint, in precision, and in serving a vision greater than oneself. To him, the Empire is not a throne to be seized, but a machine that must be protected, improved, and ultimately perfected. Upon completing their time on Korriban, both brothers were chosen to serve and continue their training under the Blazing Sun of House Horuset, a distinction that they and their family regarded as a great honor. This opportunity was seen not only as a mark of their promise but also as a call to push themselves further, to rise to the expectations set before them, and to prove their worth within the Empire’s unforgiving hierarchy.
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Overview

First name: Agran
Surname: Grond
Title/position: Sith Apprentice
Race: Sith-Blooded Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Birthday: 1/13/1BTC
Height: 187 cm
Weight: 88 kg
Skin colour: Pale Caucasian
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Blue
Force sensitive: Yes

Physical Description:

Agran is a pale-skinned, well-built man in his mid 20s shaped by rigorous training and Sith discipline. His frame is lean and yet powerful, clearly the product of both martial conditioning and survival under pressure as befitting of any Acolyte. Piercing blue eyes set beneath his brown hair cut into a simple mop top and they give him a cold, calculating presence, more accustomed to observing than engaging. Freckles lightly mark his face, subtle against his fair complexion, and with time passing violence has further carved its traces into him: a sharp diagonal lightsaber scar cuts from his right cheek across the bridge of his nose and up to his left eyebrow, a stark reminder of a near-fatal strike. Burn scars sweep from his left pectoral up over the shoulder and around the back of his neck, with smaller patches marring the skin across his stomach. Scattered minor scars line his legs, the accumulation of training, missions, and narrow escapes. A single horizontal scar still runs cleanly beneath his chin.

Personality:

Agran carries the discipline of an Imperial upbringing- measured, controlled, and unwavering in the presence of authority, mixed with the rigorous training of a Sith Acolyte. He is watchful rather than loud, respectful, at times silver-tongued and still rarely drawn into the petty rivalries that consume his peers. A tactician at heart, he approaches conflict with calculated precision, choosing his battles with care and favoring restraint when it serves the greater outcome. His loyalty is quiet, firm and practical, rooted in respect for the chain of command and a clear understanding of his duty, rather than empty words or sentiment. Beneath his composed exterior lies a steel will, forged by a staunch belief in the Sith Doctrine as it applies to the Empire’s best interests, for him strength is not found in chaos but in firm control, and power is most meaningful when it serves a lasting design and thus best applied with purpose, not impulse.

Backstory:

Agran Grond, second to his brother Pizzotus of a year, was born and raised on Dromund Kaas, deep within the shadowed spires of Imperial civilization. His family, though not among the great Sith houses, boasts a traceable lineage of Sith-blooded ancestry, a fact that grants them some respect, but not influence. His parents, Lola Martis and Prismo Grond, serve the Empire in modest but respectable roles: one within administration, the other within military logistics. Devoted, disciplined, and quietly proud of their heritage.

Their Force sensitivity revealed itself not in a dramatic vision or test, but in the flickers of childhood conflict as natural and unrefined as the emotions that caused them. One day, during a particularly heated argument in the courtyard outside their family’s quarters, Agran shoved Pizzotus with a flash of anger, only to watch his brother stumble back several meters, far more than his strength should have allowed. Moments later, Pizzotus retaliated with a wild shove of his own, knocking Agran off his feet without laying a hand on him. The air around them had cracked with invisible tension, and both boys stood frozen, breathless, realizing something ancient had stirred within them. Their parents, silent witnesses from the window above, knew then that the blood of the Sith had not run thin.

Shortly after the incident, the brothers were brought before an Imperial assessor stationed on Dromund Kaas. Their potential in the Force was confirmed without question. With little ceremony and no protest, they were assigned to begin their training on Korriban, as was tradition for Force-sensitive youths of Sith-blooded heritage.

At the Academy, the brothers quickly diverged in method:

- Pizzotus embraced brute strength and bold confrontation. His instincts were raw, his actions loud and decisive.
- Agran, while no stranger to confrontation, tempered his aggression with foresight. He did not avoid battle, he studied when it was the right time to draw blade and fight, and when it was smarter to take a different approach.

While others sought to dominate for dominance’s sake, Agran held to a different idea: that true power lied in restraint, in precision, and in serving a vision greater than oneself. To him, the Empire is not a throne to be seized, but a machine that must be protected, improved, and ultimately perfected. Upon completing their time on Korriban, both brothers were chosen to serve and continue their training under the Blazing Sun of House Horuset, a distinction that they and their family regarded as a great honor. This opportunity was seen not only as a mark of their promise but also as a call to push themselves further, to rise to the expectations set before them, and to prove their worth within the Empire’s unforgiving hierarchy.
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]]> <![CDATA[Tekarn Sixtus Backstory]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=671 Sat, 29 Apr 2023 12:31:43 +0000 Joslae]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=671 Birhthname: Mira Galtorn
Known Name: Tekarn Sixtus
Age: 24
Birthplace: The imperial mining world of Mirnas
Race: Cybernetically augmented human.
Sex: Female
Heigt: 1.88 cm
Medical History
Lost both arms to the bicep and legs to below the knee doing a mine explosion. Cybernetics later replaced the limbs.
Some burn scars have mostly gone from the accident.
Training
Imperial Acadamy training
Imperial Basic training


Born as Mira Galtorn on a imperial Mining world known as Mirnas, she was born a son of the foreman on site and grew up in and around the mine and at an early age she was set to help around it with small jobs like running with supplies and such. She was around 18 when she got her first shift as a deep dig miner due to an accident where 3 workers died, having mostly done surface mining and other less dangerous jobs. The Imperials overseeing the mine investigated but found it to be an accident and the foremen were to keep up the production at a regular pace. So she and two other young people were sent into the mines so as not to slow down anything. It didn't take a few more weeks before an explosion rocketed her shaft, they dug into a gas pocket and blown up a wall section without realizing it. She was only one of two to survive the blast both arms blown cleanly of and legs barely hanging on. She was pulled critically injured from the mine and when she became awake she realize how bad her injuries were. Her father was not that wealthy and could not afford new legs for her and so while he was crying at the bedside fired her from the mine to cut loss, already having an investigation heading his way he dint want her to face it nor make his situation worse. She cried and cried and left at basic care until she could get moving in a wheelchair, she ended up on the streets begging and barely scraping by. It was by chance that when she checked into a medical facility one day that an imperial scientist visited, he saw her and immediately order his escort to take her to the transport later being told she was being enrolled in a medical program for developing better cybernetics for combat operations for the benefit of the Empire her name was taken and she was given an experiment name and records were quickly seal and later lost. She would spend many years being used as a live test subject, the unimagine horror and pain she had to go through and yet in the end the experiments were deemed a failure and a waste of budget and were cut off even do they worked just not after intentions. Everyone was given a choice if one can call it that, either sign up with the imperial academy or become contracted to hard labour to make up the cost they wasted on them. Fair to say she took the first deal and in 24AC she would enlist in an Imperial Academy and 2 years later graduate, only to be assigned Rear guard supply duties far away from the frontlines. Now a year later she has put in a request to transfer to a frontline unit.]]> Birhthname: Mira Galtorn
Known Name: Tekarn Sixtus
Age: 24
Birthplace: The imperial mining world of Mirnas
Race: Cybernetically augmented human.
Sex: Female
Heigt: 1.88 cm
Medical History
Lost both arms to the bicep and legs to below the knee doing a mine explosion. Cybernetics later replaced the limbs.
Some burn scars have mostly gone from the accident.
Training
Imperial Acadamy training
Imperial Basic training


Born as Mira Galtorn on a imperial Mining world known as Mirnas, she was born a son of the foreman on site and grew up in and around the mine and at an early age she was set to help around it with small jobs like running with supplies and such. She was around 18 when she got her first shift as a deep dig miner due to an accident where 3 workers died, having mostly done surface mining and other less dangerous jobs. The Imperials overseeing the mine investigated but found it to be an accident and the foremen were to keep up the production at a regular pace. So she and two other young people were sent into the mines so as not to slow down anything. It didn't take a few more weeks before an explosion rocketed her shaft, they dug into a gas pocket and blown up a wall section without realizing it. She was only one of two to survive the blast both arms blown cleanly of and legs barely hanging on. She was pulled critically injured from the mine and when she became awake she realize how bad her injuries were. Her father was not that wealthy and could not afford new legs for her and so while he was crying at the bedside fired her from the mine to cut loss, already having an investigation heading his way he dint want her to face it nor make his situation worse. She cried and cried and left at basic care until she could get moving in a wheelchair, she ended up on the streets begging and barely scraping by. It was by chance that when she checked into a medical facility one day that an imperial scientist visited, he saw her and immediately order his escort to take her to the transport later being told she was being enrolled in a medical program for developing better cybernetics for combat operations for the benefit of the Empire her name was taken and she was given an experiment name and records were quickly seal and later lost. She would spend many years being used as a live test subject, the unimagine horror and pain she had to go through and yet in the end the experiments were deemed a failure and a waste of budget and were cut off even do they worked just not after intentions. Everyone was given a choice if one can call it that, either sign up with the imperial academy or become contracted to hard labour to make up the cost they wasted on them. Fair to say she took the first deal and in 24AC she would enlist in an Imperial Academy and 2 years later graduate, only to be assigned Rear guard supply duties far away from the frontlines. Now a year later she has put in a request to transfer to a frontline unit.]]> <![CDATA[Blind beginnings - Backstory of Charsette Onakke.]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=670 Sat, 29 Apr 2023 12:31:20 +0000 Joslae]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=670
A troubled family.


Upon the world of Rorak 4, gladiators and Hutts would rule supreme within one of the many cities. The rich residents of this city would partake in the delicacies of the arena, where the poor went to gain glory and riches.
Many would triumph and many would fall, one of  them however was a popular Echani warrior, he would go to triumph over many gladiators and gain all that he ever wished for. To his unfortunate fate however, he would begin to grow old in his late years and find himself kicked out, returning to the bottom of the social hierarchy once more as a no one.
The Echani was infuriated to say the least and in his loneliness he would think of a plan to raise his own gladiator and thus with a bit of luck he would find the perfect candidate. A miraluka woman, under the servitude of the rich as a cleaning lady. Their first meeting would not spark any romance but ambition for a better life, neither of them wanted to live in such misery after all. Thus they would agree to marry and start a family, eventually a Echani child would be born with the misfortune of being an imperfect breed, he would have a terrible eyesight which later on would be replaced with cybernetic eyes, this Echani boy would go under the name of Zedha.
Zedha would be trained as a warrior like his father who was slightly disappointed by his creation, the old Echani would give him rough and strict training as a result of that. Little sleep, many punishments and more training. Zedha’s Miraluka mother who promised herself to remain indifferent simply could not help it, she grew close with Zedha and even defended him from the old Echani. One day however Zedha would simply run away, as he knew he was destined for more than to serve as a tool to a tyrant, hiding in a cargo ship.
Such an act greatly infuriated his father who had spent a long time raising a warrior, though it granted the mother a sense of hidden relief. The father however did not give up and eventually convinced his wife to have another child with him, only realizing her mistake too late as Charsette was born nine months later.
The Echani father was disappointed with having Charsette turn out to be a girl, unlike the mother who appeared to have grown a softer heart towards being a mother. Yet she knew the dangers it posed for Charsette to stay on this accursed planet. And thus one day she would offer Charsette to a traveling slaver, begging for the slaver to take her, which he did as there was no bad deal as a free one.
Eventually the slaver packed his ship and left as per the Hutt’s orders to train more batches of slaves. Thus the blind journey began.


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A slave's life.

The young Miraluka was taken into the nursery aboard the ship, placed into a cradle amongst other infants, (some wondering why the girl had no eyes and if she would even make for a good slave), which the slaver seemed to have purchased from world to world. Yet the ship also held a great deal of grown slaves, some of them were even those that took care of the nursery and managed the ship.

Thankfully to the slaver, he only traveled through Hutt hyperlanes and himself working for the Hutts, he would be safe from Republic or other laws against slavery. Eventually the vessel would arrive to an unknown frozen world where something akin to a mansion appeared to stand tall and proud. It was there that the young Miraluka and the rest of the passengers would begin their training.

The halls of this mansion were clean with pillars of marble, green carpets with golden accents (So were the curtains that covered the windows.) The slaver was not the typical backwater grunt walking with a whip and cracking it every five seconds, but a sophisticated old human who knew the value of a well trained slave and apparently had a reputation to keep based on his income.
The mansion also had kitchens, well kept sleeping rooms for guests and those that he trained, playing and study rooms for the children and of course a place of punishment for though he is a kind master, disobedience was not tolerated well.

Most that arrived there were simply impressed by the high standing of the place and simply thought that this life could not be as bad, of course they would still be sold in the end. Others naturally rebelled, though were dealt quickly by the master.

Charsette would be raised under the mansion alongside her peers, she was a timid girl who did not wish to cause or bring herself trouble though she would love to play with the other kids. In time of course her behavior would change as her place in the galaxy became more apparent through scholarly studies in the study rooms and lessons under the designated overseers that the master trained personally. Though the Miraluka was young she understood where her place laid and as years passed by, she would have become part of a successful batch of slaves. Learning to cook properly, tidy rooms, prepare tables, read and write, she would have gained enough prestige in her time to be auctioned off to an Imperial Officer who needed a servant for his office. 


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My shining star.

Charsette was fifteen at the time of her auction, yet she had the necessary skills to do her duties as a house-keeping slave.
The Imperial Officer who was stationed on Ziost would take the Miraluka to his office where her duties were simple and explained well, at a time of rest she would be allowed small sleeping quarters, enough space to ready herself for the day.
The officer did not mind the alien much, in his mind if one did their job and did it well, they were of good service to the Empire. Yet the man's temper was not of the greatest and would often shout at the Miraluka when his job would anger him or if she would do her job poorly (From his perspective), serving as an outlet, still he wouldn't strike child.

Charsette did not seem to mind her new life, though the world would whisper to her through the force, nothing more than nightmares from the dark side corrupted world. Such nightmares whispered into her mind, causing the girl to wake up at night and scream in fear as there was nothing around.

Many rotations would pass as the girl grew accustomed to the yelling, her master and her duties.
Upon one fortunate day however, the Officer who sat behind his desk and waited for his food to be done a visitor would come. A man in dark robes and dark duraplast armor would come, he had red metal eyes and pale skin, in little to no time the Neophyte would drag the Miraluka out, not letting her see the Officer again. For Charsette things happened too fast for her to knew what had happened, like a blur, yet she did as she was told and followed the man to his home on Dromund Kaas.

Through the journey, it was complete silence, yet the pale man kept gazing at her more than once with a soft and pitiful expression on his face. Charsette though scared of what was to happen to her, she felt.. Strangely at home, the man's cybernetic eyes seemingly repulsed her however, not wanting to look at him, she remained in the corner of the ship during their travel to Dromund Kaas.

As she set foot upon Dromund Kaas, she was filled with the same darkness that struck fear in the Miraluka as Ziost, yet at that moment of fear, a warm hand was placed upon her head, pulling the young girl under the robes of the pale man to cover her from the rain. Though they could have easily taken a speeder or a different form of transport, the pale man chose to have them walk.
The silence was so great, the sloppy steps on the mud towards Kaas city were louder than the rain. Every so often, the Miraluka would shift her sight towards the man's face all the while the pale man's red dot eyes closed like cameras whilst shifting his sight from her to the road. Finally he spoke, his voice was crispy as if his throat was burned, still he tried to sound warm in his approach to the cold and scared Miraluka: "What do they call you ?" He simply asked, the sudden breaking of silence left Charsette in a frozen state as she was shy to speak, yet as she was taught to answer upon questions. "Ch..Charsette.." The girl responded back with a heavy exhaled following. Afterwards the pale man tried to return to the silence that once was, seeing that the girl was still in shock from the sudden changes.

Eventually they would arrive at the capital of the Empire where the residence of the pale man was like many other Sith of the Empire quite well kept, upon a tall level of a building and with a terrace. Yet it was not a large apartment, simply one to keep the Sith under a roof, everything in it was with purpose. A meditation room, bedroom, kitchen and a sparring area.

Charsette was placed upon a spare room that had been requested from the place, prior to the pale man's departure in the look out for Charsette. For the night she was simply left to rest upon her bed where she would calm down and fall asleep.
Upon the next day, she was seated down in front of the pale man who introduced himself as Zedha and claimed to be her brother, though she found it hard to believe due to their differences she would not argue due to her fear of the man, however she would feel a strange warmth about Zedha as if he was a beacon in the dark world of Dromund Kaas.

Naturally Zedha was disappointed with Charsette's quietness and caution, though he did not blame her for it was normal.
Charsette slowly grew accustomed to the new house and every morning she would seek to care for the place, returning to her normal duties as if she was a slave once more, yet each time she was stopped by Zedha who took a parental figure to Charsette, having her instead to go and rest. Though she did not argue with Zedha, she was still left surprised and slightly happy that she got to enjoy a time without strict rules or yelling. Most of her days she would spend undisturbed as Zedha tended to his duties as a Neophyte within the academy of Kaas, during which time Charsette would study, draw, play or listen to the holo-net channels, of course she also spent time tidying the place as old habits died hard.

Eventually Zedha would start to get involved in the life of his younger sibling. Zedha would begin to teach Charsette of the force, the Empire, the Sith and of the galaxy at large, things that left the girl in awe as she enjoyed the stories of Zedha.
They would also partake in games, be it outside or inside, teaching Charsette to live and laugh as they slowly grew closer over the coming months and years. In time Zedha would also begin to prepare his sister for the academy, knowing that he would not be able to hide her from the law. Thus she was trained in Martial arts, the force and learning how to survive in the world of Sith. Though Charsette over the coming years was scared of what was to come, she was reassured by her brother who she could only describe as a shining star in her life, teaching her to live life instead of serving.

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The path of the Sith.

Few more years would pass as Charsette reached young adulthood, at the age of nineteen, Zedha could not have been more proud of his sibling, yet a great sorrow was also present in his heart as he knew where she would have to go and how he would need to leave for the front lines once again, it was the life of a warrior he had chosen after all.
As they would embrace each other in a hug, Zedha would eventually take Charsette to Korriban as he had personally requested to see her there. As Charsette was left at the door step of the academy, all she could see is Zedha's back and how is robes waved in the cold wind of the Sith world, a strange feeling filling the Miraluka up the more she stared, though she could not explain it.

The Miraluka felt even more pressure upon this world, her sight clouded by the darkness that loomed over her.. Yet she would not keep her dark overseers waiting, the academy did not feel much different than the slaver's world however it was dark and twisted. Eventually she introduced herself to the cold Overseers who threw her into a batch of purebloods and aliens. In her months as a mere fledgling in the dark side, she would have observed closely how some disappeared without a word and others were simply murdered at places without cameras or witnesses (except herself). She would however learn to hide in the shadows and appear as insignificant as possible in order to survive, knowing she was not strong enough to take on anyone or establish dominance over the battle hardened acolytes. The more time she spend in hiding, the more she learned and the more she was not recognized for a warblade or to serve under a master.. A true coward.

One unfaithful day however whilst studying from the archives in peace, a small delivery droid would slowly roll its way to the Miraluka, the delivery was from an unknown source and once the written letter was delivered, it rolled away..
As the Miraluka opened the letter, she would find a small silver ring on a string and a writ:

Spoiler: Letter.
Charsette only felt a sudden surge of fear for her future, hatred for those that took her shining star away and most of all.. An unending stream of sorrow as if the whole world had collapsed around her. She fell to her knees in the cold loneliness of the academy and sobbed in pain whilst clutching tight to the letter and the ring. It was at that moment the ever growing darkness of the academy would finally make its way to her mind, twisting the Miraluka and feasting on her negative emotions, where it could only feast on her fear.. The dark side now sprouted its claws, digging them into her mind and spreading like cancer as silent whispers were being heard at the ends of the archives, yet there was no one there...
The Miraluka was living a nightmare she could not escape, to lose the only person she could form a close bond to, a devastating moment.. Eventually she rose from her sorry state, wobbling from side to side and leaning against walls to walk, she would make her way outside as if she could not breathe. Once outside she would only find herself in the middle of nowhere upon Korriban, clawing at the sand as the Miraluka was going through a panic attack.. Eventually an ear piercing groan would escape from her, scaring some wildlife away..

In her sorry state of denial and pain, she would only think about what the letter had said "Fight for your happiness."
She could only think of how one can return from the clutches of death.. And so this had become her goal, to find her happiness.

Days later after she could think properly once more, she found herself upon a shuttle heading to a place called: House Horuset. After being deemed a waste of space due to her lack of progress and constant hiding.

Her new dark path had begun.

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A troubled family.


Upon the world of Rorak 4, gladiators and Hutts would rule supreme within one of the many cities. The rich residents of this city would partake in the delicacies of the arena, where the poor went to gain glory and riches.
Many would triumph and many would fall, one of  them however was a popular Echani warrior, he would go to triumph over many gladiators and gain all that he ever wished for. To his unfortunate fate however, he would begin to grow old in his late years and find himself kicked out, returning to the bottom of the social hierarchy once more as a no one.
The Echani was infuriated to say the least and in his loneliness he would think of a plan to raise his own gladiator and thus with a bit of luck he would find the perfect candidate. A miraluka woman, under the servitude of the rich as a cleaning lady. Their first meeting would not spark any romance but ambition for a better life, neither of them wanted to live in such misery after all. Thus they would agree to marry and start a family, eventually a Echani child would be born with the misfortune of being an imperfect breed, he would have a terrible eyesight which later on would be replaced with cybernetic eyes, this Echani boy would go under the name of Zedha.
Zedha would be trained as a warrior like his father who was slightly disappointed by his creation, the old Echani would give him rough and strict training as a result of that. Little sleep, many punishments and more training. Zedha’s Miraluka mother who promised herself to remain indifferent simply could not help it, she grew close with Zedha and even defended him from the old Echani. One day however Zedha would simply run away, as he knew he was destined for more than to serve as a tool to a tyrant, hiding in a cargo ship.
Such an act greatly infuriated his father who had spent a long time raising a warrior, though it granted the mother a sense of hidden relief. The father however did not give up and eventually convinced his wife to have another child with him, only realizing her mistake too late as Charsette was born nine months later.
The Echani father was disappointed with having Charsette turn out to be a girl, unlike the mother who appeared to have grown a softer heart towards being a mother. Yet she knew the dangers it posed for Charsette to stay on this accursed planet. And thus one day she would offer Charsette to a traveling slaver, begging for the slaver to take her, which he did as there was no bad deal as a free one.
Eventually the slaver packed his ship and left as per the Hutt’s orders to train more batches of slaves. Thus the blind journey began.


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A slave's life.

The young Miraluka was taken into the nursery aboard the ship, placed into a cradle amongst other infants, (some wondering why the girl had no eyes and if she would even make for a good slave), which the slaver seemed to have purchased from world to world. Yet the ship also held a great deal of grown slaves, some of them were even those that took care of the nursery and managed the ship.

Thankfully to the slaver, he only traveled through Hutt hyperlanes and himself working for the Hutts, he would be safe from Republic or other laws against slavery. Eventually the vessel would arrive to an unknown frozen world where something akin to a mansion appeared to stand tall and proud. It was there that the young Miraluka and the rest of the passengers would begin their training.

The halls of this mansion were clean with pillars of marble, green carpets with golden accents (So were the curtains that covered the windows.) The slaver was not the typical backwater grunt walking with a whip and cracking it every five seconds, but a sophisticated old human who knew the value of a well trained slave and apparently had a reputation to keep based on his income.
The mansion also had kitchens, well kept sleeping rooms for guests and those that he trained, playing and study rooms for the children and of course a place of punishment for though he is a kind master, disobedience was not tolerated well.

Most that arrived there were simply impressed by the high standing of the place and simply thought that this life could not be as bad, of course they would still be sold in the end. Others naturally rebelled, though were dealt quickly by the master.

Charsette would be raised under the mansion alongside her peers, she was a timid girl who did not wish to cause or bring herself trouble though she would love to play with the other kids. In time of course her behavior would change as her place in the galaxy became more apparent through scholarly studies in the study rooms and lessons under the designated overseers that the master trained personally. Though the Miraluka was young she understood where her place laid and as years passed by, she would have become part of a successful batch of slaves. Learning to cook properly, tidy rooms, prepare tables, read and write, she would have gained enough prestige in her time to be auctioned off to an Imperial Officer who needed a servant for his office. 


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My shining star.

Charsette was fifteen at the time of her auction, yet she had the necessary skills to do her duties as a house-keeping slave.
The Imperial Officer who was stationed on Ziost would take the Miraluka to his office where her duties were simple and explained well, at a time of rest she would be allowed small sleeping quarters, enough space to ready herself for the day.
The officer did not mind the alien much, in his mind if one did their job and did it well, they were of good service to the Empire. Yet the man's temper was not of the greatest and would often shout at the Miraluka when his job would anger him or if she would do her job poorly (From his perspective), serving as an outlet, still he wouldn't strike child.

Charsette did not seem to mind her new life, though the world would whisper to her through the force, nothing more than nightmares from the dark side corrupted world. Such nightmares whispered into her mind, causing the girl to wake up at night and scream in fear as there was nothing around.

Many rotations would pass as the girl grew accustomed to the yelling, her master and her duties.
Upon one fortunate day however, the Officer who sat behind his desk and waited for his food to be done a visitor would come. A man in dark robes and dark duraplast armor would come, he had red metal eyes and pale skin, in little to no time the Neophyte would drag the Miraluka out, not letting her see the Officer again. For Charsette things happened too fast for her to knew what had happened, like a blur, yet she did as she was told and followed the man to his home on Dromund Kaas.

Through the journey, it was complete silence, yet the pale man kept gazing at her more than once with a soft and pitiful expression on his face. Charsette though scared of what was to happen to her, she felt.. Strangely at home, the man's cybernetic eyes seemingly repulsed her however, not wanting to look at him, she remained in the corner of the ship during their travel to Dromund Kaas.

As she set foot upon Dromund Kaas, she was filled with the same darkness that struck fear in the Miraluka as Ziost, yet at that moment of fear, a warm hand was placed upon her head, pulling the young girl under the robes of the pale man to cover her from the rain. Though they could have easily taken a speeder or a different form of transport, the pale man chose to have them walk.
The silence was so great, the sloppy steps on the mud towards Kaas city were louder than the rain. Every so often, the Miraluka would shift her sight towards the man's face all the while the pale man's red dot eyes closed like cameras whilst shifting his sight from her to the road. Finally he spoke, his voice was crispy as if his throat was burned, still he tried to sound warm in his approach to the cold and scared Miraluka: "What do they call you ?" He simply asked, the sudden breaking of silence left Charsette in a frozen state as she was shy to speak, yet as she was taught to answer upon questions. "Ch..Charsette.." The girl responded back with a heavy exhaled following. Afterwards the pale man tried to return to the silence that once was, seeing that the girl was still in shock from the sudden changes.

Eventually they would arrive at the capital of the Empire where the residence of the pale man was like many other Sith of the Empire quite well kept, upon a tall level of a building and with a terrace. Yet it was not a large apartment, simply one to keep the Sith under a roof, everything in it was with purpose. A meditation room, bedroom, kitchen and a sparring area.

Charsette was placed upon a spare room that had been requested from the place, prior to the pale man's departure in the look out for Charsette. For the night she was simply left to rest upon her bed where she would calm down and fall asleep.
Upon the next day, she was seated down in front of the pale man who introduced himself as Zedha and claimed to be her brother, though she found it hard to believe due to their differences she would not argue due to her fear of the man, however she would feel a strange warmth about Zedha as if he was a beacon in the dark world of Dromund Kaas.

Naturally Zedha was disappointed with Charsette's quietness and caution, though he did not blame her for it was normal.
Charsette slowly grew accustomed to the new house and every morning she would seek to care for the place, returning to her normal duties as if she was a slave once more, yet each time she was stopped by Zedha who took a parental figure to Charsette, having her instead to go and rest. Though she did not argue with Zedha, she was still left surprised and slightly happy that she got to enjoy a time without strict rules or yelling. Most of her days she would spend undisturbed as Zedha tended to his duties as a Neophyte within the academy of Kaas, during which time Charsette would study, draw, play or listen to the holo-net channels, of course she also spent time tidying the place as old habits died hard.

Eventually Zedha would start to get involved in the life of his younger sibling. Zedha would begin to teach Charsette of the force, the Empire, the Sith and of the galaxy at large, things that left the girl in awe as she enjoyed the stories of Zedha.
They would also partake in games, be it outside or inside, teaching Charsette to live and laugh as they slowly grew closer over the coming months and years. In time Zedha would also begin to prepare his sister for the academy, knowing that he would not be able to hide her from the law. Thus she was trained in Martial arts, the force and learning how to survive in the world of Sith. Though Charsette over the coming years was scared of what was to come, she was reassured by her brother who she could only describe as a shining star in her life, teaching her to live life instead of serving.

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The path of the Sith.

Few more years would pass as Charsette reached young adulthood, at the age of nineteen, Zedha could not have been more proud of his sibling, yet a great sorrow was also present in his heart as he knew where she would have to go and how he would need to leave for the front lines once again, it was the life of a warrior he had chosen after all.
As they would embrace each other in a hug, Zedha would eventually take Charsette to Korriban as he had personally requested to see her there. As Charsette was left at the door step of the academy, all she could see is Zedha's back and how is robes waved in the cold wind of the Sith world, a strange feeling filling the Miraluka up the more she stared, though she could not explain it.

The Miraluka felt even more pressure upon this world, her sight clouded by the darkness that loomed over her.. Yet she would not keep her dark overseers waiting, the academy did not feel much different than the slaver's world however it was dark and twisted. Eventually she introduced herself to the cold Overseers who threw her into a batch of purebloods and aliens. In her months as a mere fledgling in the dark side, she would have observed closely how some disappeared without a word and others were simply murdered at places without cameras or witnesses (except herself). She would however learn to hide in the shadows and appear as insignificant as possible in order to survive, knowing she was not strong enough to take on anyone or establish dominance over the battle hardened acolytes. The more time she spend in hiding, the more she learned and the more she was not recognized for a warblade or to serve under a master.. A true coward.

One unfaithful day however whilst studying from the archives in peace, a small delivery droid would slowly roll its way to the Miraluka, the delivery was from an unknown source and once the written letter was delivered, it rolled away..
As the Miraluka opened the letter, she would find a small silver ring on a string and a writ:

Spoiler: Letter.
Charsette only felt a sudden surge of fear for her future, hatred for those that took her shining star away and most of all.. An unending stream of sorrow as if the whole world had collapsed around her. She fell to her knees in the cold loneliness of the academy and sobbed in pain whilst clutching tight to the letter and the ring. It was at that moment the ever growing darkness of the academy would finally make its way to her mind, twisting the Miraluka and feasting on her negative emotions, where it could only feast on her fear.. The dark side now sprouted its claws, digging them into her mind and spreading like cancer as silent whispers were being heard at the ends of the archives, yet there was no one there...
The Miraluka was living a nightmare she could not escape, to lose the only person she could form a close bond to, a devastating moment.. Eventually she rose from her sorry state, wobbling from side to side and leaning against walls to walk, she would make her way outside as if she could not breathe. Once outside she would only find herself in the middle of nowhere upon Korriban, clawing at the sand as the Miraluka was going through a panic attack.. Eventually an ear piercing groan would escape from her, scaring some wildlife away..

In her sorry state of denial and pain, she would only think about what the letter had said "Fight for your happiness."
She could only think of how one can return from the clutches of death.. And so this had become her goal, to find her happiness.

Days later after she could think properly once more, she found herself upon a shuttle heading to a place called: House Horuset. After being deemed a waste of space due to her lack of progress and constant hiding.

Her new dark path had begun.

[Image: floral-ornamented-divider.png]]]> <![CDATA[Character Sheet: Yeyeosh]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=669 Sat, 29 Apr 2023 12:30:54 +0000 Joslae]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=669 First name: Daniael
Surname: Nag
Title/position: Acolyte
Nickname: Selfish Tomorrow [underworld]
Race: Near-Human [echani?]
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 68 kg
Skin colour: Pale-White
Hair colour: White
Eye colour: [none]
Force sensitive: Yes
Alive: Yes



Physical Description:
A medium-sized Near-Human with white hair and pale-white skin, he hates open spaces on his body and tries to hide them by all possible methods, usually wearing long cloaks with a hood and mask, however, due to the impossibility of wearing them at the academy, he experiences constant discomfort from this. His physique can hardly be called even average. Daniael speaks quietly enough to be called a murmur, but at the same time loud enough for everyone to hear him, while his voice can be described as cold and low.



Personality:
Sarcastic and gloating, he never shows his true intentions, preferring manipulation and all sorts of tricks to open confrontation, including putting demoralisation and psychological warfare above physical superiority. He tries to compensate for his physical weakness with agility and speed. In open combat, he does not pose much danger, but he is surprisingly stealthy and experienced in creating traps and ambushes. Daniael also gets along with animals, although he does not feel any special sympathy for them. However, despite all attempts to maintain composure and emotional superiority over others, he is extremely unstable in critical situations and often gives free rein to his emotions, showing all his sadistic nature to the defeated. He prefers cold weapons, experiencing special pleasure from the wounds inflicted by them, as well as light clothing that does not restrict movement, but covers all areas of the skin on the body.



Spoiler: Backstory
]]> First name: Daniael
Surname: Nag
Title/position: Acolyte
Nickname: Selfish Tomorrow [underworld]
Race: Near-Human [echani?]
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 68 kg
Skin colour: Pale-White
Hair colour: White
Eye colour: [none]
Force sensitive: Yes
Alive: Yes



Physical Description:
A medium-sized Near-Human with white hair and pale-white skin, he hates open spaces on his body and tries to hide them by all possible methods, usually wearing long cloaks with a hood and mask, however, due to the impossibility of wearing them at the academy, he experiences constant discomfort from this. His physique can hardly be called even average. Daniael speaks quietly enough to be called a murmur, but at the same time loud enough for everyone to hear him, while his voice can be described as cold and low.



Personality:
Sarcastic and gloating, he never shows his true intentions, preferring manipulation and all sorts of tricks to open confrontation, including putting demoralisation and psychological warfare above physical superiority. He tries to compensate for his physical weakness with agility and speed. In open combat, he does not pose much danger, but he is surprisingly stealthy and experienced in creating traps and ambushes. Daniael also gets along with animals, although he does not feel any special sympathy for them. However, despite all attempts to maintain composure and emotional superiority over others, he is extremely unstable in critical situations and often gives free rein to his emotions, showing all his sadistic nature to the defeated. He prefers cold weapons, experiencing special pleasure from the wounds inflicted by them, as well as light clothing that does not restrict movement, but covers all areas of the skin on the body.



Spoiler: Backstory
]]> <![CDATA[Verren's Backstory]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=668 Sat, 29 Apr 2023 12:30:27 +0000 Joslae]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=668 Verran's Force Sensitivity was discovered at age of fifteen, when he got into a brawl he augmented his strength with the Dark Side to brutally choke his carer to death with his bare hands.
Initially arrested for this crime, Verran was sent to Kaas academy to train to become Sith after a passing Sith sensed his potential.
After living in the Kaas Academy for years, he was finally sent to House Horuset to complete Acolyte Training.]]> Verran's Force Sensitivity was discovered at age of fifteen, when he got into a brawl he augmented his strength with the Dark Side to brutally choke his carer to death with his bare hands.
Initially arrested for this crime, Verran was sent to Kaas academy to train to become Sith after a passing Sith sensed his potential.
After living in the Kaas Academy for years, he was finally sent to House Horuset to complete Acolyte Training.]]> <![CDATA[What Is Dead~ May Never Die]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=667 Sat, 29 Apr 2023 12:29:58 +0000 Joslae]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=667 What Is Dead~ May Never Die
A bitter chill rummaged through the caverns, brushing across the blades of grass as they fluttered majestically in unison across the open plains, a rhythm, a wave, collectively dancing to the very sounds of the howling winds. Devoid of life, these tainted lands were scorched by war, yet there were places untouched, unscathed, filled with life, filled with the force. This was such a place. The Autumn bloom shun through the crude visage of a man destined to kill a ghost, and within the field stood a white lotus- beaten by wrath, broken by determination, tainted by war and alive,  serenaded by peace, living a moment in focus of life surrounding her, her tender fingers brushing over each individual long strand that came forth to meet her from the fertile earth beneath her feet.

"I envy the eyes of those who can see the tranquility of life in full. Eyes beknown to the shades of color transcribed to you through the will of the force. Life here is a great accomplishment, destined to find comfort and return a hold of land that was once scarred by mortal beings~ destructive beings..."

But the force must always find balance, and so the destructive nature came with a shimmer of crimson, blazing alight life beneath its wake. Grass became wilted, a husk of its former beauty under the strenuous wrath of supercharged plasma. Stood a man unbeknown to the beauty before him, the pleasures of what the force brought to this world, the life that fertile land provided, but such a man stood in the field of life, gazing upon that which took his own- with distaste, with a fury only a child betrayed would could display to one they held dear.

"You see so much- Yet you see so little. Irony. You care now for destruction in progress, but do not reflect on the destruction done. Are my scars not important enough for you, sister?"

The winds brushing the abundance of life away from the hands of the woman, life so close to her reach, yet so far. She closed her eyes, a tension within them that caused pain, an allowed sting of both chill and words shimmered down her spine. A moment of reflection is all she needed before she turned to face the wrath, and upon her parting lips she opened her eyes, a thoughtful compassion trailing through the once shallow woman, the thoughts of wishing she could see the face of the man betrayed.

"You are still important to me."

A respite presented itself upon the exchange, the distant siblings taking their time to reflect upon one another, like two flowers segregated from one another through time and two earths, one growing through scarred land, deformed, broken and somehow flourishing, and the other finding the comfort of an ocean of abundance, decadent and surreal, fluttering above the plantation like a beacon of hope. The betrayed huffed amusement, gesturing his crimson talon towards his segregated kin, a venomous sputter forcing itself from his jaws.

"I am done longing for a sister to cherish me. Done are the days of me aiming to appease her. To show her that despite her neglect, her fear mongering- that I will stand strong. It must pain you, sister, knowing that I am the very weapon you created, as you intended. But now I will not be shackled under your reign any longer, for I serve a true Sith. I am A'tul Kelsa, Sith of the Empire- by your training, but you, Jadie Priaa, you are no longer my sister."
Words, bitter, filled with anguish. From the eyes of the man trailed a single droplet of water, his teeth gritting to further amplify the pain he suffered, a barking an echo the trailed across the vast landscape, but his mouth did support the slightest yet cruelest smile, an ironic solace within a fractured soul. The woman froze, the words held her hostage, and for that moment, her heart did break. She parted her mouth and yet nothing trailed from it, shakily did she allow an exhale to express her emotions. Her right hand slithered from it's sleeve, and hesitantly it grappled onto the metallic hilt that hung loosely upon her side, but she did not claim it fully into her hand.
"I want you to suffer with this knowledge. I want it to fester within you. Let it control you, until your dying breath. You will know that I will be your greatest accomplishment, and your greatest failure. But as you once said, Jadie Priaa, time will tell."
The wind grew colder, and the aura that supported life begun to falter under the destructive presence. The white flower begun to wilt, and from her own eyes came forth a trail of water, overwhelming regret filling the void and alternating serenity with pain. The once pillar of strength buckling under the gravity of her own destruction. Her hands crunching at her side as they manifested ripples of fluctuating energy, sparked not by serenity, but by the power of the Dark Side. The pale and darkened visage of the man watching transformed to a satisfied glee, even if temporarily, seeing the very woman who crippled him physically, mentally, too finding her inwards 'perfection' shattered by the irony of the emotions shared. Jadie did turn, and in her own fury, own denial, she burst from her hands a wave of immense kinetic energy, rumbling the very ground that both stood- ripping all manner of life from their roots and spurting fragments of dirt and rock across the open grounds, destroying the very life she swore to protect. A'tul Kelsa opened his arms, embraced the chaos coming towards him, allowing it to break his physical being, for there was nothing this woman could do now that would hurt him any further. Both brother and sister became numb, one satisfied and awaiting the wrath to claim him, and the other screaming out, allowing the cascading power ventured from her being to numb her pain.It did not...
[Image: fd9f6d2647eaa96d478bc1e10ae2db5c.jpg]]]> What Is Dead~ May Never Die
A bitter chill rummaged through the caverns, brushing across the blades of grass as they fluttered majestically in unison across the open plains, a rhythm, a wave, collectively dancing to the very sounds of the howling winds. Devoid of life, these tainted lands were scorched by war, yet there were places untouched, unscathed, filled with life, filled with the force. This was such a place. The Autumn bloom shun through the crude visage of a man destined to kill a ghost, and within the field stood a white lotus- beaten by wrath, broken by determination, tainted by war and alive,  serenaded by peace, living a moment in focus of life surrounding her, her tender fingers brushing over each individual long strand that came forth to meet her from the fertile earth beneath her feet.

"I envy the eyes of those who can see the tranquility of life in full. Eyes beknown to the shades of color transcribed to you through the will of the force. Life here is a great accomplishment, destined to find comfort and return a hold of land that was once scarred by mortal beings~ destructive beings..."

But the force must always find balance, and so the destructive nature came with a shimmer of crimson, blazing alight life beneath its wake. Grass became wilted, a husk of its former beauty under the strenuous wrath of supercharged plasma. Stood a man unbeknown to the beauty before him, the pleasures of what the force brought to this world, the life that fertile land provided, but such a man stood in the field of life, gazing upon that which took his own- with distaste, with a fury only a child betrayed would could display to one they held dear.

"You see so much- Yet you see so little. Irony. You care now for destruction in progress, but do not reflect on the destruction done. Are my scars not important enough for you, sister?"

The winds brushing the abundance of life away from the hands of the woman, life so close to her reach, yet so far. She closed her eyes, a tension within them that caused pain, an allowed sting of both chill and words shimmered down her spine. A moment of reflection is all she needed before she turned to face the wrath, and upon her parting lips she opened her eyes, a thoughtful compassion trailing through the once shallow woman, the thoughts of wishing she could see the face of the man betrayed.

"You are still important to me."

A respite presented itself upon the exchange, the distant siblings taking their time to reflect upon one another, like two flowers segregated from one another through time and two earths, one growing through scarred land, deformed, broken and somehow flourishing, and the other finding the comfort of an ocean of abundance, decadent and surreal, fluttering above the plantation like a beacon of hope. The betrayed huffed amusement, gesturing his crimson talon towards his segregated kin, a venomous sputter forcing itself from his jaws.

"I am done longing for a sister to cherish me. Done are the days of me aiming to appease her. To show her that despite her neglect, her fear mongering- that I will stand strong. It must pain you, sister, knowing that I am the very weapon you created, as you intended. But now I will not be shackled under your reign any longer, for I serve a true Sith. I am A'tul Kelsa, Sith of the Empire- by your training, but you, Jadie Priaa, you are no longer my sister."
Words, bitter, filled with anguish. From the eyes of the man trailed a single droplet of water, his teeth gritting to further amplify the pain he suffered, a barking an echo the trailed across the vast landscape, but his mouth did support the slightest yet cruelest smile, an ironic solace within a fractured soul. The woman froze, the words held her hostage, and for that moment, her heart did break. She parted her mouth and yet nothing trailed from it, shakily did she allow an exhale to express her emotions. Her right hand slithered from it's sleeve, and hesitantly it grappled onto the metallic hilt that hung loosely upon her side, but she did not claim it fully into her hand.
"I want you to suffer with this knowledge. I want it to fester within you. Let it control you, until your dying breath. You will know that I will be your greatest accomplishment, and your greatest failure. But as you once said, Jadie Priaa, time will tell."
The wind grew colder, and the aura that supported life begun to falter under the destructive presence. The white flower begun to wilt, and from her own eyes came forth a trail of water, overwhelming regret filling the void and alternating serenity with pain. The once pillar of strength buckling under the gravity of her own destruction. Her hands crunching at her side as they manifested ripples of fluctuating energy, sparked not by serenity, but by the power of the Dark Side. The pale and darkened visage of the man watching transformed to a satisfied glee, even if temporarily, seeing the very woman who crippled him physically, mentally, too finding her inwards 'perfection' shattered by the irony of the emotions shared. Jadie did turn, and in her own fury, own denial, she burst from her hands a wave of immense kinetic energy, rumbling the very ground that both stood- ripping all manner of life from their roots and spurting fragments of dirt and rock across the open grounds, destroying the very life she swore to protect. A'tul Kelsa opened his arms, embraced the chaos coming towards him, allowing it to break his physical being, for there was nothing this woman could do now that would hurt him any further. Both brother and sister became numb, one satisfied and awaiting the wrath to claim him, and the other screaming out, allowing the cascading power ventured from her being to numb her pain.It did not...
[Image: fd9f6d2647eaa96d478bc1e10ae2db5c.jpg]]]> <![CDATA[Character File: Ariyana Horuset]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=666 Sat, 29 Apr 2023 12:29:16 +0000 Joslae]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=666
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⦾ indicates something that isn’t public knowledge, but could be discovered through some form of investigation and/or research into Imperial Databases given that while uncommon knowledge, it is not difficult to acquire.
⦾ indicates something that isn’t public knowledge or recorded in any well-known database, and there are minimal chances for this information to be discovered through significant investigation and/or research given its highly sensitive nature.
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  ACOLYTE ARIYANA     

HOUSEHOLD ACOLYTE
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YEAR OF BIRTH 9 ATC PLACE OF BIRTH Korriban SPECIES Sith Pureblood GENDER Female [/table]
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OCCUPATIONS Household Acolyte AFFILIATIONS The Sith Empire | Horuset Powerbase [/table]
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HAIR Dark red EYES Bright red SKIN Dark red [/table]
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BUILD Slim, endomorph HEIGHT 1.78 cm [/table] 

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Spoiler: Acolyte Ariyana, by AlaisL

Despite her sharp, prominent and defined Sith features, Ariyana Horuset has an appearance that is typically associated with femininity among members of her pure-blooded species. Her bright red eyes are framed by prominent eye ridges and high cheekbones between a slender but sharp nose. Sharp bony spurs extend from a pronounced but slender jawline, which flows into a small, pointy chin, accentuated by naturally gaunt cheeks. Ariyana has long dark red hair, which she usually keeps styled into a neat bun on the top of her head, from which a single, thick braid flows. Her complexion is of the same dark red colour that is so common among the members of the Horuset bloodline.
As befitting of someone of her descent, she carries herself with a graceful and regal demeanour, albeit remembering her position as a Sith Acolyte and falling to the appropriate level of deference when appropriate. Her straight back seems almost bolted into place, with 'slouching' seemingly an alien concept to Ariyana. Her walk is often gentle and silent, as if she was constantly walking on her toes to produce as little sound as possible.
While favouring stylish and regal attire throughout her childhood, she is currently limited to the robes typically worn by Sith Acolytes of the Horuset powerbase. Despite this, she takes meticulous care of her attire and appearance.

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“Even those that stand above the rest can, at times, point their blades in the same direction, especially when there is a common enemy.”
- Acolyte Ariyana

Ariyana is keenly aware of her status as a pureblooded Sith within the Empire, and carries herself with a demeanour that is considered typical of those of her species. Her xenophobic beliefs are often delivered in the manner of joking remarks about an alien's appearance, laced with a judgemental stare and raised chin. Yet while she would never consider any non-human as her equal, not truly, she does recognise their use as a tool or crutch in the pursuit of her goals, or those of the Empire.
The Horuset scion is not a strong fighter, and she is very much aware of this fact. As such, she has a tendency to gain the favour of those stronger than her, so that she might use them to further her aims or use them for protection or safety. It is why she adopts a generally pleasant demeanour with others, trying to persuade them to see her as a potential ally, rather than a foe. In this sense, she is a manipulative individual that judges people based on their merit to her, and her plans.
As her strengths don't lie in physical prowess or combat, her interests don't either. Ariyana is an individual that is keen to pursue intellectual endeavours and the study of the Dark Side of the Force. In tandem with her utilitarian mindset, she developed a set of views and beliefs that there is strength in numbers and a cautious sense of unity, especially when those who are strong unite against a common foe. This does not mean that Ariyana is a team player or staunchly believes in such, yet rather that it can be used - just like people - as a tool to further one's aims, or the aspirations of the Empire as a whole.


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  • ⦾ Horuset-issued datapad
    Granted to her when Ariyana joined the Horuset Powerbase, the datapad serves as her primary tool to make notes and further her studies. It is of standard Imperial make and is registered to the Horuset intranet. She carries it in the pockets of her robes.
  • ⦾ Horuset-issued holocom
    Granted to her when Ariyana joined the Horuset Powerbase, the holocom serves as her primary tool of contact. It is of standard Imperial make and is registered to the Horuset internal holonet. She carries it in the pockets of her robes.
  • ⦾ Sith Acolyte robes
    Ariyana dons the attire customarily worn by the Sith Acolytes of the Horuset powerbase. It is fashioned in the standard way that Acolyte robes are woven, and made in a size appropriate for her height and posture.
  • ⦾ Standard training foil
    Her primary - and only weapon - is a standard training foil that is given to Sith Acolytes of the Horuset powerbase upon their arrival. She always carries it on the left side of her back, in line with her dominant left hand.

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    Prologue: Origins

    Ariyana Horuset was born in the city of Dreshdae on the ancient Sith homeworld of Korriban, during the final years of the Cold War between the Sith Empire and the Galactic Republic. Along with her older sister Missana, Ariyana was raised at a Horuset holding in Dreshdae in which her parents Evrus Horuset and his partner Alia Dujikra resided. The former was a military strategist proficient in the use of Sith Sorcery and involved in overseeing the Imperial forces stationed on the sacred Sith homeworld, while the latter had secured a position as an Assistant Overseer at the Korriban Sith Academy, initiating Acolytes into the mysteries of the Dark Side of the Force and Sith history. Alia Dujikra was fond of her daughters, seeking to build a meaningful relationship with them, but was held back in this by Evrus Horuset, who refused the idea that his children would be coddled. Throughout their rigorous and traditionalist upbringing, both Missana and Ariyana had to continuously fight for the tiniest scrap of their father’s approval, developing a cold and rivalrous relationship between them as a result, much to their mother’s silent disapproval. To Missana’s frustration and dismay, it was Ariyana’s latent Force Sensitivity that had manifested itself first, and thus the young Pureblood was sent to the Sith Academy on Dromund Kaas as family tradition mandated, to begin her training as a Sith Acolyte at the age of seventeen.
    As Ariyana had been less focused on physical strength and combat prowess than her sister Missana, she instead had become a sly and cunning individual, choosing to not stand at the forefront of affairs, but rather attempt to steer and manipulate the ones who did. This tactic defined her time as an Acolyte at the Dromund Kaas Sith Academy, where she had been stripped of all of her belongings but her robes and training blade. With the pressure of family reputation and expectation weighing heavily upon her shoulders, Ariyana chose to play to her strengths and often attempted to slither herself into the favour of the strongest Acolytes within her group, subsequently trying to steer their actions and plans to her advantage. Over the course of little more than a year, Ariyana guided the weapons of her allied peers to eliminate rivals, and to help her survive the hardships hurled at her. Although she was able to successfully survive all of her Trials, by constantly standing behind others she had failed to attract the attention of a prospective Sith Master, and was not selected by any of the Sith Lords that searched for a Sith Apprentice. However, recognising that she had proved her potential as a Sith by surviving the Trials, the Overseers of the Dromund Kaas Academy sent her back to House Horuset, to continue her training in the ways of the Dark Side of the Force there, and once again face the Trials or die trying.

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    Spoiler: Acolyte Ariyana, by AlaisL

    Despite her sharp, prominent and defined Sith features, Ariyana Horuset has an appearance that is typically associated with femininity among members of her pure-blooded species. Her bright red eyes are framed by prominent eye ridges and high cheekbones between a slender but sharp nose. Sharp bony spurs extend from a pronounced but slender jawline, which flows into a small, pointy chin, accentuated by naturally gaunt cheeks. Ariyana has long dark red hair, which she usually keeps styled into a neat bun on the top of her head, from which a single, thick braid flows. Her complexion is of the same dark red colour that is so common among the members of the Horuset bloodline.
    As befitting of someone of her descent, she carries herself with a graceful and regal demeanour, albeit remembering her position as a Sith Acolyte and falling to the appropriate level of deference when appropriate. Her straight back seems almost bolted into place, with 'slouching' seemingly an alien concept to Ariyana. Her walk is often gentle and silent, as if she was constantly walking on her toes to produce as little sound as possible.
    While favouring stylish and regal attire throughout her childhood, she is currently limited to the robes typically worn by Sith Acolytes of the Horuset powerbase. Despite this, she takes meticulous care of her attire and appearance.

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    “Even those that stand above the rest can, at times, point their blades in the same direction, especially when there is a common enemy.”
    - Acolyte Ariyana

    Ariyana is keenly aware of her status as a pureblooded Sith within the Empire, and carries herself with a demeanour that is considered typical of those of her species. Her xenophobic beliefs are often delivered in the manner of joking remarks about an alien's appearance, laced with a judgemental stare and raised chin. Yet while she would never consider any non-human as her equal, not truly, she does recognise their use as a tool or crutch in the pursuit of her goals, or those of the Empire.
    The Horuset scion is not a strong fighter, and she is very much aware of this fact. As such, she has a tendency to gain the favour of those stronger than her, so that she might use them to further her aims or use them for protection or safety. It is why she adopts a generally pleasant demeanour with others, trying to persuade them to see her as a potential ally, rather than a foe. In this sense, she is a manipulative individual that judges people based on their merit to her, and her plans.
    As her strengths don't lie in physical prowess or combat, her interests don't either. Ariyana is an individual that is keen to pursue intellectual endeavours and the study of the Dark Side of the Force. In tandem with her utilitarian mindset, she developed a set of views and beliefs that there is strength in numbers and a cautious sense of unity, especially when those who are strong unite against a common foe. This does not mean that Ariyana is a team player or staunchly believes in such, yet rather that it can be used - just like people - as a tool to further one's aims, or the aspirations of the Empire as a whole.


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  • ⦾ Horuset-issued datapad
    Granted to her when Ariyana joined the Horuset Powerbase, the datapad serves as her primary tool to make notes and further her studies. It is of standard Imperial make and is registered to the Horuset intranet. She carries it in the pockets of her robes.
  • ⦾ Horuset-issued holocom
    Granted to her when Ariyana joined the Horuset Powerbase, the holocom serves as her primary tool of contact. It is of standard Imperial make and is registered to the Horuset internal holonet. She carries it in the pockets of her robes.
  • ⦾ Sith Acolyte robes
    Ariyana dons the attire customarily worn by the Sith Acolytes of the Horuset powerbase. It is fashioned in the standard way that Acolyte robes are woven, and made in a size appropriate for her height and posture.
  • ⦾ Standard training foil
    Her primary - and only weapon - is a standard training foil that is given to Sith Acolytes of the Horuset powerbase upon their arrival. She always carries it on the left side of her back, in line with her dominant left hand.

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    Prologue: Origins

    Ariyana Horuset was born in the city of Dreshdae on the ancient Sith homeworld of Korriban, during the final years of the Cold War between the Sith Empire and the Galactic Republic. Along with her older sister Missana, Ariyana was raised at a Horuset holding in Dreshdae in which her parents Evrus Horuset and his partner Alia Dujikra resided. The former was a military strategist proficient in the use of Sith Sorcery and involved in overseeing the Imperial forces stationed on the sacred Sith homeworld, while the latter had secured a position as an Assistant Overseer at the Korriban Sith Academy, initiating Acolytes into the mysteries of the Dark Side of the Force and Sith history. Alia Dujikra was fond of her daughters, seeking to build a meaningful relationship with them, but was held back in this by Evrus Horuset, who refused the idea that his children would be coddled. Throughout their rigorous and traditionalist upbringing, both Missana and Ariyana had to continuously fight for the tiniest scrap of their father’s approval, developing a cold and rivalrous relationship between them as a result, much to their mother’s silent disapproval. To Missana’s frustration and dismay, it was Ariyana’s latent Force Sensitivity that had manifested itself first, and thus the young Pureblood was sent to the Sith Academy on Dromund Kaas as family tradition mandated, to begin her training as a Sith Acolyte at the age of seventeen.
    As Ariyana had been less focused on physical strength and combat prowess than her sister Missana, she instead had become a sly and cunning individual, choosing to not stand at the forefront of affairs, but rather attempt to steer and manipulate the ones who did. This tactic defined her time as an Acolyte at the Dromund Kaas Sith Academy, where she had been stripped of all of her belongings but her robes and training blade. With the pressure of family reputation and expectation weighing heavily upon her shoulders, Ariyana chose to play to her strengths and often attempted to slither herself into the favour of the strongest Acolytes within her group, subsequently trying to steer their actions and plans to her advantage. Over the course of little more than a year, Ariyana guided the weapons of her allied peers to eliminate rivals, and to help her survive the hardships hurled at her. Although she was able to successfully survive all of her Trials, by constantly standing behind others she had failed to attract the attention of a prospective Sith Master, and was not selected by any of the Sith Lords that searched for a Sith Apprentice. However, recognising that she had proved her potential as a Sith by surviving the Trials, the Overseers of the Dromund Kaas Academy sent her back to House Horuset, to continue her training in the ways of the Dark Side of the Force there, and once again face the Trials or die trying.

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      APPRENTICE EDDI ARKITI     

    SITH APPRENTICE TO LORD KALKORAN
      Formerly known as:
    EDWARD HOZAN II – EDDI HOZAN
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    OCCUPATIONS Sith Apprentice | Blademaster's Disciple to the Horuset Powerbase AFFILIATIONS The Sith Empire | The Kalkoran Powerbase | The Horuset Powerbase [/table]
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    HAIR Ginger EYES Orange SKIN Fair [/table]
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    BUILD Lean/Muscular HEIGHT 180 cm/ 5'11'' WEIGHT 175lbs/79kg [/table] 
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    Apprentice Arkiti stands at around 180cm, he is muscular and lean, though not large nor small for his stature. His eyes, now orange, are aglow as he continues his journey into the Dark Side of the Force. His short, ginger hair is kept in an intentionally tousled mess atop the well put-together Sith Apprentice’s head. Imperial through and through, Eddi ensures he keeps himself looking proper, but the heavily scarred face, slowly creeping veins, and glowing eyes show the mark of a man becoming more and more entrenched in the Dark Side...
    With numerous cybernetic replacements, the most notable is Eddi’s facial reconstruction. The lower half of his face is scarred enough that he couldn’t grow a beard if he tried, his jaw almost entirely replaced with cybernetics. Often seen clad in either armoured robes or light armour, Eddi is a Sith who ensures he looks the part; despite his many facial scars, he is rarely seen in a helmet anymore.
     

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    [size=3][size=4][size=3] [size=4]Eddi is certainly an unusual man. His mannerisms are clearly those instilled in an Imperial child, intended to be a dutiful soldier. As such, he is staunch and proper. Many conflicts arise from Eddi’s unusual mindset, but he is nonetheless Sith, his journey into the Dark Side pulling him deeper with each and every day that passes, he has become a force to be reckoned with.
    With a clear love for saber combat and sparring, Eddi can often be found in a training area or sparring hall, practicing his rotations or sparring those of equal, greater, or even lesser power than him. Everything he does relates, in some way, back to his advancement with the blade, the young Apprentice even neglecting a social life in favour of training.
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    [size=3][size=4][size=3][size=4][size=3][size=4][size=3] [size=4]Born on Dromund Kaas, Eddi's upbringing was that of any Imperial child; born and raised to serve in the military, and follow his Father - Captain Edward Hozan - into the same career path. His mother, Jeena Hozan, was a socialite - bubbly, outgoing, and an altogether loving mother.
    On the discovery of his Force Sensitivity, Eddi left home to begin his training. Only some years after such occurred, his Father was killed in action. The details of his death have been kept a closely guarded secret by Sith Intelligence, with even Eddi not sure of what occurred. However, upon reconnecting with his mother, the Apprentice began his search for the truth; unfortunately, the details remain unclear.
    During his time at the Academy, Eddi's greatest secret - and greatest shame - was exposed. This led to a fight with his betters, who ensured his jaw and trachea were crushed, leaving him for dead. If not for the swift action of medical staff, they would have succeeded in their goal. But, alas, Eddi received a fully cybernetic replacement for that which had been lost, and went on the war-path for his revenge. In the ensuing fight, Eddi ensured the pair that had injured him did not live to tell his secret to any, and damaged his cybernetics in the process. From that moment onwards, Eddi had a stutter. A mark of weakness on the young man.
    On the completion of his time at the Academy, Eddi transferred to the Horuset Acolyte Program, where he began further training. His stutter seen as weakness, it was demanded he have it repaired. Shortly following this repair, the Horuset Powerbase began making their way to Plooma. Here, Eddi's ties to Apprentice Mal became clear, and the now-ascended Sith Kelsa - at the time, Overseer A'tul - took issue with such an alliance. Thus, he had Eddi punished, resulting in Eddi losing the ability to speak for the majority of his time as an Acolyte.
    Despite this, Eddi earned a place under Lord Kalkoran, becoming his Apprentice for the first time. After only a handful of months here, Eddi was transferred by the will of his Master to the Iroizi Directive, and there he became a Neophyte. Eddi spent only a handful of weeks within this new Powerbase before reaffirming his loyalty to the Horuset Powerbase and returning to serve in his second campaign on the war-front.
    Following his return, Eddi became the Assistant to the new Lorekeeper - Sith Tarimra - and, later, became his Apprentice in turn. After Sith Tarimra had a less than graceful fall from his once lofty heights, Eddi was reclaimed by his then former Master, Lord Kalkoran, and has served him and the Kalkoran Powerbase dutifully ever since.
    Shortly thereafter, Eddi stepped down from his place as Assistant-Lorekeeper, and began working towards earning his place at the head of the Blademaster's Office. He now stands as the sole Blademaster's Disciple by the will of his Master, Lord Kalkoran.
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      APPRENTICE EDDI ARKITI     

    SITH APPRENTICE TO LORD KALKORAN
      Formerly known as:
    EDWARD HOZAN II – EDDI HOZAN
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    YEAR OF BIRTH 4 ATC PLACE OF BIRTH Dromund Kaas SPECIES Sith-Blooded Human  GENDER Male [/table]
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    OCCUPATIONS Sith Apprentice | Blademaster's Disciple to the Horuset Powerbase AFFILIATIONS The Sith Empire | The Kalkoran Powerbase | The Horuset Powerbase [/table]
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    HAIR Ginger EYES Orange SKIN Fair [/table]
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    BUILD Lean/Muscular HEIGHT 180 cm/ 5'11'' WEIGHT 175lbs/79kg [/table] 
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    Apprentice Arkiti stands at around 180cm, he is muscular and lean, though not large nor small for his stature. His eyes, now orange, are aglow as he continues his journey into the Dark Side of the Force. His short, ginger hair is kept in an intentionally tousled mess atop the well put-together Sith Apprentice’s head. Imperial through and through, Eddi ensures he keeps himself looking proper, but the heavily scarred face, slowly creeping veins, and glowing eyes show the mark of a man becoming more and more entrenched in the Dark Side...
    With numerous cybernetic replacements, the most notable is Eddi’s facial reconstruction. The lower half of his face is scarred enough that he couldn’t grow a beard if he tried, his jaw almost entirely replaced with cybernetics. Often seen clad in either armoured robes or light armour, Eddi is a Sith who ensures he looks the part; despite his many facial scars, he is rarely seen in a helmet anymore.
     

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    [size=3][size=4][size=3] [size=4]Eddi is certainly an unusual man. His mannerisms are clearly those instilled in an Imperial child, intended to be a dutiful soldier. As such, he is staunch and proper. Many conflicts arise from Eddi’s unusual mindset, but he is nonetheless Sith, his journey into the Dark Side pulling him deeper with each and every day that passes, he has become a force to be reckoned with.
    With a clear love for saber combat and sparring, Eddi can often be found in a training area or sparring hall, practicing his rotations or sparring those of equal, greater, or even lesser power than him. Everything he does relates, in some way, back to his advancement with the blade, the young Apprentice even neglecting a social life in favour of training.
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    [size=3][size=4][size=3][size=4][size=3][size=4][size=3] [size=4]Born on Dromund Kaas, Eddi's upbringing was that of any Imperial child; born and raised to serve in the military, and follow his Father - Captain Edward Hozan - into the same career path. His mother, Jeena Hozan, was a socialite - bubbly, outgoing, and an altogether loving mother.
    On the discovery of his Force Sensitivity, Eddi left home to begin his training. Only some years after such occurred, his Father was killed in action. The details of his death have been kept a closely guarded secret by Sith Intelligence, with even Eddi not sure of what occurred. However, upon reconnecting with his mother, the Apprentice began his search for the truth; unfortunately, the details remain unclear.
    During his time at the Academy, Eddi's greatest secret - and greatest shame - was exposed. This led to a fight with his betters, who ensured his jaw and trachea were crushed, leaving him for dead. If not for the swift action of medical staff, they would have succeeded in their goal. But, alas, Eddi received a fully cybernetic replacement for that which had been lost, and went on the war-path for his revenge. In the ensuing fight, Eddi ensured the pair that had injured him did not live to tell his secret to any, and damaged his cybernetics in the process. From that moment onwards, Eddi had a stutter. A mark of weakness on the young man.
    On the completion of his time at the Academy, Eddi transferred to the Horuset Acolyte Program, where he began further training. His stutter seen as weakness, it was demanded he have it repaired. Shortly following this repair, the Horuset Powerbase began making their way to Plooma. Here, Eddi's ties to Apprentice Mal became clear, and the now-ascended Sith Kelsa - at the time, Overseer A'tul - took issue with such an alliance. Thus, he had Eddi punished, resulting in Eddi losing the ability to speak for the majority of his time as an Acolyte.
    Despite this, Eddi earned a place under Lord Kalkoran, becoming his Apprentice for the first time. After only a handful of months here, Eddi was transferred by the will of his Master to the Iroizi Directive, and there he became a Neophyte. Eddi spent only a handful of weeks within this new Powerbase before reaffirming his loyalty to the Horuset Powerbase and returning to serve in his second campaign on the war-front.
    Following his return, Eddi became the Assistant to the new Lorekeeper - Sith Tarimra - and, later, became his Apprentice in turn. After Sith Tarimra had a less than graceful fall from his once lofty heights, Eddi was reclaimed by his then former Master, Lord Kalkoran, and has served him and the Kalkoran Powerbase dutifully ever since.
    Shortly thereafter, Eddi stepped down from his place as Assistant-Lorekeeper, and began working towards earning his place at the head of the Blademaster's Office. He now stands as the sole Blademaster's Disciple by the will of his Master, Lord Kalkoran.
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    ]]>         <![CDATA[Character Sheet: Ninadehn]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=664 Sat, 29 Apr 2023 12:28:30 +0000 Joslae]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=664 First name:                                                              Ninadehn
    Surname:                                                                N/A
    Title/position:                                                          Acolyte
    Nickname:                                                              N/A
    Race:                                                                      Togruta
    Gender:                                                                  Female
    Age:                                                                          19
    Height:                                                                    176 cm (202cm with Montrals)
    Weight:                                                                    58 kg
    Skin colour:                                                            Purple/White
    Montral colour:                                                        Black/White
    Eye colour:                                                            Blue
    Force sensitive:                                                      Yes
    Alive:                                                                        Yes


    Physical Description:

    Mostly fully-grown for her race, Ninadehn stands with a posture befit of a slave to nobility. Straight, regal, voice only having a slight Imperial accent. With large Montrals pointing up, her age is evident as an adult, for those familiar, and her face is normally full of expression, though she voices little of it. She's physically fit for her size, seeming decently-fed for what she is, as well as used to the rigors of combat in one way or another.

    Scar(s)/Jewelry:

    Has a metal band, simple, along her head to mask the lines of where skin meets Montral. If revealed, the bottoms of her feet are heavily-calloused, someone who's walked barefoot quite a bit in harsh environments.

    Personality:

    Somewhat prim and proper, she's not always the brightest bulb in the bunch when it comes to metaphor. She's obedient, mostly-quiet, and keeps her words short, speaking of her conditioning as a servant. It seems very little vestiges of Togruta culture stay with her, save for the natural tendency to forego shoes at times, and she favors combat up close rather than from afar. This may be, perhaps, because she doesn't have access to the latter, unless it's with the Force...

    Backstory:

    There really isn't much to tell of the story of Ninadehn. A slave as long as she could remember, she was raised to be a handmaiden due to "pleasing aesthetics". This involved being able to prepare food or drink, testing each in case it was asked of her, and should the worst come to happen, to serve as a line of defense for a master. Also cultivated were her natural tendencies for tracking and interacting with the environment, something which could be useful in an array of situations.

    At the age of seventeen, though, her latest in a line of owners had her tested for Force Sensitivity alongside a charge - and thus, she was sent to the Academy when it was found she may be of use to the Empire at large. Surviving the rigors, she was sent to House Horuset to continue her training...]]>     First name:                                                              Ninadehn
    Surname:                                                                N/A
    Title/position:                                                          Acolyte
    Nickname:                                                              N/A
    Race:                                                                      Togruta
    Gender:                                                                  Female
    Age:                                                                          19
    Height:                                                                    176 cm (202cm with Montrals)
    Weight:                                                                    58 kg
    Skin colour:                                                            Purple/White
    Montral colour:                                                        Black/White
    Eye colour:                                                            Blue
    Force sensitive:                                                      Yes
    Alive:                                                                        Yes


    Physical Description:

    Mostly fully-grown for her race, Ninadehn stands with a posture befit of a slave to nobility. Straight, regal, voice only having a slight Imperial accent. With large Montrals pointing up, her age is evident as an adult, for those familiar, and her face is normally full of expression, though she voices little of it. She's physically fit for her size, seeming decently-fed for what she is, as well as used to the rigors of combat in one way or another.

    Scar(s)/Jewelry:

    Has a metal band, simple, along her head to mask the lines of where skin meets Montral. If revealed, the bottoms of her feet are heavily-calloused, someone who's walked barefoot quite a bit in harsh environments.

    Personality:

    Somewhat prim and proper, she's not always the brightest bulb in the bunch when it comes to metaphor. She's obedient, mostly-quiet, and keeps her words short, speaking of her conditioning as a servant. It seems very little vestiges of Togruta culture stay with her, save for the natural tendency to forego shoes at times, and she favors combat up close rather than from afar. This may be, perhaps, because she doesn't have access to the latter, unless it's with the Force...

    Backstory:

    There really isn't much to tell of the story of Ninadehn. A slave as long as she could remember, she was raised to be a handmaiden due to "pleasing aesthetics". This involved being able to prepare food or drink, testing each in case it was asked of her, and should the worst come to happen, to serve as a line of defense for a master. Also cultivated were her natural tendencies for tracking and interacting with the environment, something which could be useful in an array of situations.

    At the age of seventeen, though, her latest in a line of owners had her tested for Force Sensitivity alongside a charge - and thus, she was sent to the Academy when it was found she may be of use to the Empire at large. Surviving the rigors, she was sent to House Horuset to continue her training...]]>         <![CDATA[Character Sheet: Zartilda]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=663 Sat, 29 Apr 2023 12:28:11 +0000 Joslae]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=663 First name:                                                              Zartilda
    Surname:                                                                Varrixon
    Title/position:                                                          Apprentice, Warrior, Varrixon Matriarch
    Nickname:                                                              N/A
    Race:                                                                      Sith Pureblood
    Gender:                                                                  Female
    Age:                                                                          24
    Height:                                                                    203 cm
    Weight:                                                                    164 kg
    Skin colour:                                                            Crimson
    Hair colour:                                                            Black
    Eye colour:                                                            Vibrant Red
    Force sensitive:                                                      Yes
    Alive:                                                                        Yes


    Physical Description:

    A full-sized warrior of a Sith, this tall woman is extremely well-toned, muscles outlined against the sleeves of her outfit. Her normal attire consists of robes with a long coat integrated, loose pants, and heavy boots as well as metal gauntlets, all in black. She switches between a belt with gold accents, and one with silver accents, the buckle in the shape of a shield with the Varrixon sigil etched in. Of late, however, she's been wearing a cuirass of leather, bronze-coloured chainmail, and thick cloth in black, forming a suit of armor that's durable, flexible, and protective; her belt with this is thick leather, with several pouches and two large fangs at the front. Underneath is a full synthleather bodysuit, with a chin-guard that covers her jawline and ears. Said jaw is wide and smooth, and she has prominent ridges along her eyebrows and cheeks, seeming imposing at first glance. Her hair is normally pulled back into a ponytail, and there's no doubts among those Pure that she exhibits a high concentration of Massassi lineage.

    Scar(s)/Jewelry:

    Has a couple of facial scars, more prominently a cut on her left cheek and a faded circular burn in the middle of her forehead. When she takes her gloves off, prominent burn-scars can be seen along her fingertips all the way to her wrists and up to the shoulders when her sleeves are up (in electrical fractal patterns), and slash lines decorate her left palm. Her jewelry is on the simpler side, metal plates along her brow and eyes embedded into the skin.

    She wears almost a sort of charm bracelet, or rosary, that is rarely shown. Six little beads of bone, one slightly bigger than the others, rest on a cord of black - as does a woven red bead in an aesthetically pleasing pattern, a silvery bead with "Gage" engraved on the surface, an iron-like bead with "Cpl.JW" similarly engraved, a bead of blackstone, and a bead of red crystal.

    Personality:

    At first glance, she may seem a bit brutish. In fact, she doesn't seem very emotional at all, taking things in a reserved stride. Beneath that, though, lies a different side to her she reserves for the right moment... but outside of that, she usually takes the action of least resistance, only showing strength when necessary and favoring humiliation punishments over harsh beatings. Has a keen interest in forgework, and absorbs knowledge quickly, more intellectual than her size suggests. More than that... her silence belies someone appraising, aware of all around her.

    Backstory:

    The Varrixon family was always a small one, not prone to offshoots that survived for meaningful lengths of time. When Zakuul hit, Lord Reshnel passed in the initial invasions, and Lord Varrixon threw himself into the war with bloody abandon. When he returned, he was injured, half-broken - not even strong enough to stop the infighting in his own household, losing a daughter in his unintentional negligence.

    Stating it as a Rite of Sacrifice, he sent Zartilda to Academy early, and she struggled with her demons. She passed her Academy trials on Kaas, did well to survive. Some strings were pulled, and it was arranged for her to go to Horuset, as he began to sleep - resources sold off to pay for the medical equipment that would serve to preserve his life, until the time was right.

    Through turbulent times, and a war on Dubrillion, then Pollus, Zartilda grew. Just before the latter, he awoke again, teaching, getting affairs in order - and when she returned, he was out of time. They dueled, so that he could die on his feet in combat. Zartilda, by Rite of Conquest, was Matriarch. Inheriting a warrior legacy, she vowed she'd bring the Varrixon name back, without living mired in the past anymore. Without miring themselves in the traditions of sacrifice.

    Immediate family:
    Lord Chadzick Varrixon - Father, Deceased
    Lord Zaruna Reshnel - Mother, Deceased
    Zolluxara - Twin Sister, Deceased
    Acolyte Dizexa - Younger Sister, 22
    Acolyte Zarrett - Younger Brother, 21
    Xelan - Younger Sister, 19
    Zebinna - Younger Sister, 16
    Zeon - Family Akk Dog
    Yda - Pet Gizka]]>     First name:                                                              Zartilda
    Surname:                                                                Varrixon
    Title/position:                                                          Apprentice, Warrior, Varrixon Matriarch
    Nickname:                                                              N/A
    Race:                                                                      Sith Pureblood
    Gender:                                                                  Female
    Age:                                                                          24
    Height:                                                                    203 cm
    Weight:                                                                    164 kg
    Skin colour:                                                            Crimson
    Hair colour:                                                            Black
    Eye colour:                                                            Vibrant Red
    Force sensitive:                                                      Yes
    Alive:                                                                        Yes


    Physical Description:

    A full-sized warrior of a Sith, this tall woman is extremely well-toned, muscles outlined against the sleeves of her outfit. Her normal attire consists of robes with a long coat integrated, loose pants, and heavy boots as well as metal gauntlets, all in black. She switches between a belt with gold accents, and one with silver accents, the buckle in the shape of a shield with the Varrixon sigil etched in. Of late, however, she's been wearing a cuirass of leather, bronze-coloured chainmail, and thick cloth in black, forming a suit of armor that's durable, flexible, and protective; her belt with this is thick leather, with several pouches and two large fangs at the front. Underneath is a full synthleather bodysuit, with a chin-guard that covers her jawline and ears. Said jaw is wide and smooth, and she has prominent ridges along her eyebrows and cheeks, seeming imposing at first glance. Her hair is normally pulled back into a ponytail, and there's no doubts among those Pure that she exhibits a high concentration of Massassi lineage.

    Scar(s)/Jewelry:

    Has a couple of facial scars, more prominently a cut on her left cheek and a faded circular burn in the middle of her forehead. When she takes her gloves off, prominent burn-scars can be seen along her fingertips all the way to her wrists and up to the shoulders when her sleeves are up (in electrical fractal patterns), and slash lines decorate her left palm. Her jewelry is on the simpler side, metal plates along her brow and eyes embedded into the skin.

    She wears almost a sort of charm bracelet, or rosary, that is rarely shown. Six little beads of bone, one slightly bigger than the others, rest on a cord of black - as does a woven red bead in an aesthetically pleasing pattern, a silvery bead with "Gage" engraved on the surface, an iron-like bead with "Cpl.JW" similarly engraved, a bead of blackstone, and a bead of red crystal.

    Personality:

    At first glance, she may seem a bit brutish. In fact, she doesn't seem very emotional at all, taking things in a reserved stride. Beneath that, though, lies a different side to her she reserves for the right moment... but outside of that, she usually takes the action of least resistance, only showing strength when necessary and favoring humiliation punishments over harsh beatings. Has a keen interest in forgework, and absorbs knowledge quickly, more intellectual than her size suggests. More than that... her silence belies someone appraising, aware of all around her.

    Backstory:

    The Varrixon family was always a small one, not prone to offshoots that survived for meaningful lengths of time. When Zakuul hit, Lord Reshnel passed in the initial invasions, and Lord Varrixon threw himself into the war with bloody abandon. When he returned, he was injured, half-broken - not even strong enough to stop the infighting in his own household, losing a daughter in his unintentional negligence.

    Stating it as a Rite of Sacrifice, he sent Zartilda to Academy early, and she struggled with her demons. She passed her Academy trials on Kaas, did well to survive. Some strings were pulled, and it was arranged for her to go to Horuset, as he began to sleep - resources sold off to pay for the medical equipment that would serve to preserve his life, until the time was right.

    Through turbulent times, and a war on Dubrillion, then Pollus, Zartilda grew. Just before the latter, he awoke again, teaching, getting affairs in order - and when she returned, he was out of time. They dueled, so that he could die on his feet in combat. Zartilda, by Rite of Conquest, was Matriarch. Inheriting a warrior legacy, she vowed she'd bring the Varrixon name back, without living mired in the past anymore. Without miring themselves in the traditions of sacrifice.

    Immediate family:
    Lord Chadzick Varrixon - Father, Deceased
    Lord Zaruna Reshnel - Mother, Deceased
    Zolluxara - Twin Sister, Deceased
    Acolyte Dizexa - Younger Sister, 22
    Acolyte Zarrett - Younger Brother, 21
    Xelan - Younger Sister, 19
    Zebinna - Younger Sister, 16
    Zeon - Family Akk Dog
    Yda - Pet Gizka]]>         <![CDATA[Ephermis Darr]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=662 Sat, 29 Apr 2023 12:27:50 +0000 Joslae]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=662
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    "Darr... Darr!"

    A bony elbow jabbed Darr from a very short night. His luminous amber eyes crescent to the sight of thunderous rain pummeling puddled mud into submission. Only the small outcropping in the trench kept the few remaining acolytes dry. There were no beds, but that didn't matter. Leaning against the earthwork with arms crossed over his chest, Darr had still found sleep.

    "I was having a good dream," Darr growled.

    Apprentice Erisa strode past the Acolytes, her muddy cloak dirt splattered and frilled from combat. Her robes were clinging to her form and even through the rain and the smell of iron and sulfur, he caught a whiff of her perfume.

    "A very good dream," Darr finished.

    Setil blinked, and his bony fist struck Darr on the shoulder. "Her? You must have been dreaming. She's beyond out of your league."

    His mockery was... irritating.

    Darr's chest rose and his eyes fell shut with a rumbling sigh. "Did you have a reason to wake me, Setil?"

    Setil clacked his fingers eagerly and Darr could hear the grin in his voice.

    "Oh, yes. Guess where I've been?"

    Darr cared little for his games. "I know where you're going to be if you don't get to the point in the next five seconds."

    Setil chuckled, but Darr could sense the flash of fear in him. Good, that was breakfast, though with the war he hadn't been short on that.

    The lanky Pureblood leaned in to whisper in a conspiratorial tone. "Lord Aghra's bunker."

    Darr's eyes snapped open. "Lord Aghra? He's back?"

    Setil nodded with a gleeful grin. "I knew you'd be interested. How about we go for a little walk?"
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    "Darr... Darr!"

    A bony elbow jabbed Darr from a very short night. His luminous amber eyes crescent to the sight of thunderous rain pummeling puddled mud into submission. Only the small outcropping in the trench kept the few remaining acolytes dry. There were no beds, but that didn't matter. Leaning against the earthwork with arms crossed over his chest, Darr had still found sleep.

    "I was having a good dream," Darr growled.

    Apprentice Erisa strode past the Acolytes, her muddy cloak dirt splattered and frilled from combat. Her robes were clinging to her form and even through the rain and the smell of iron and sulfur, he caught a whiff of her perfume.

    "A very good dream," Darr finished.

    Setil blinked, and his bony fist struck Darr on the shoulder. "Her? You must have been dreaming. She's beyond out of your league."

    His mockery was... irritating.

    Darr's chest rose and his eyes fell shut with a rumbling sigh. "Did you have a reason to wake me, Setil?"

    Setil clacked his fingers eagerly and Darr could hear the grin in his voice.

    "Oh, yes. Guess where I've been?"

    Darr cared little for his games. "I know where you're going to be if you don't get to the point in the next five seconds."

    Setil chuckled, but Darr could sense the flash of fear in him. Good, that was breakfast, though with the war he hadn't been short on that.

    The lanky Pureblood leaned in to whisper in a conspiratorial tone. "Lord Aghra's bunker."

    Darr's eyes snapped open. "Lord Aghra? He's back?"

    Setil nodded with a gleeful grin. "I knew you'd be interested. How about we go for a little walk?"
    Page 1]]>         <![CDATA[Ziresia of House Ignia]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=661 Sat, 29 Apr 2023 12:27:29 +0000 Joslae]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=661 Long time ago, in a galaxy far far away...

    Background
    Ziseria Ignia
    Age: 17
    Ziseria Ignia is one of the last standing members of House Ignia. Born as a force-sensitive Sith Pureblood female, Ziseria was trained in the arts of combat, the force, and etiquette by her father since childhood alongside her older brother Zikarn to utilize and attempt to master their force sensitivity and carry on the family's legacy, facing just as many challenges and adversities as her older brother.

    However, during the campaign to retake Corellia most of House Igni was purged, leaving only the weak and the inexperienced to fend for themselves, thus leading to the capture of their House estate and resources by another Sith Lord. Fortunately for Ziseria, the Force brought her to the Academy to try and learn to master her powers before the mentioned events transpired, leaving her and her brother as the last known true Igni left alive. Although, now they were left with nothing but each other.

    During her training in the Academy, Ziseria learned about her family's demise by the hand of the Galactic Republic, filling her evermore with rage, grief, and passion to succeed in her training, which leads to her success in the Academy, and later on being sent alongside with her dear brother to House Horuset to continue her attempt to bring the family's name back to power.

    Character
    Ziseria Ignia is a xenophobic Sith Pureblood, as is the tradition in House Ignia. Ziseria has always seemed like a smart and quiet person to the unfamiliar eye. But, to her family, she was indeed a smart girl, but not so much quiet. She was prone to fits of rage, sadness, fear and at times happiness too. Being an emotional and outspoken person in the family, she was the reason for many a drama in the House of Igni. Despite this, her father's discipline and brother's example taught her to hide and hold in her emotions when necessary.
    When in a position of power, Ziseria won't hesitate to be outspoken of her ideas and ideals and to show her true emotions. Despite being quite the character in the family, Ziseria respects and considers her elder brother the leader of the family, leaving the leadership to him and rather staying in the backstage of things and assisting whenever and wherever is needed.]]>     Long time ago, in a galaxy far far away...

    Background
    Ziseria Ignia
    Age: 17
    Ziseria Ignia is one of the last standing members of House Ignia. Born as a force-sensitive Sith Pureblood female, Ziseria was trained in the arts of combat, the force, and etiquette by her father since childhood alongside her older brother Zikarn to utilize and attempt to master their force sensitivity and carry on the family's legacy, facing just as many challenges and adversities as her older brother.

    However, during the campaign to retake Corellia most of House Igni was purged, leaving only the weak and the inexperienced to fend for themselves, thus leading to the capture of their House estate and resources by another Sith Lord. Fortunately for Ziseria, the Force brought her to the Academy to try and learn to master her powers before the mentioned events transpired, leaving her and her brother as the last known true Igni left alive. Although, now they were left with nothing but each other.

    During her training in the Academy, Ziseria learned about her family's demise by the hand of the Galactic Republic, filling her evermore with rage, grief, and passion to succeed in her training, which leads to her success in the Academy, and later on being sent alongside with her dear brother to House Horuset to continue her attempt to bring the family's name back to power.

    Character
    Ziseria Ignia is a xenophobic Sith Pureblood, as is the tradition in House Ignia. Ziseria has always seemed like a smart and quiet person to the unfamiliar eye. But, to her family, she was indeed a smart girl, but not so much quiet. She was prone to fits of rage, sadness, fear and at times happiness too. Being an emotional and outspoken person in the family, she was the reason for many a drama in the House of Igni. Despite this, her father's discipline and brother's example taught her to hide and hold in her emotions when necessary.
    When in a position of power, Ziseria won't hesitate to be outspoken of her ideas and ideals and to show her true emotions. Despite being quite the character in the family, Ziseria respects and considers her elder brother the leader of the family, leaving the leadership to him and rather staying in the backstage of things and assisting whenever and wherever is needed.]]>         <![CDATA[Character Sheet: Ida Velaris]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=660 Sat, 29 Apr 2023 12:27:07 +0000 Joslae]]> https://www.horuset.com/showthread.php?tid=660
    Image courtesy of Sara Hess, a good friend!

    First name: Ida
    Surname: Velaris
    Title/position: Sith Acolyte
    Race: Human (Cyborg)
    Gender: Female
    Age: 20
    Birthday: 4/13/3ATC
    Height: 161 cm
    Weight: 61 kg
    Skin colour: Rosy Caucasian
    Hair colour: Brown
    Force sensitive: Yes                   
    Alive: No
    Nicknames: "Robot", "Telescope", "Goggles", "Lunchbox", "Goggle-box"

    Physical Description:

    Short and slender, with close-cut slightly curly hair, she doesn't seem to be very impressive physically. Nonetheless, she carries herself with an air of self-assurance, in a sense - she evaluates, and watches, but does not tend to act until she is certain.

    Scars/Augments:

    She has prominent burn scars around her eyes and upper face, with cybernetic eyes to replace ones lost. She also has a cleft scar on the right side of her upper lip, and if out of robes, it would be revealed her arms are also replaced with cybernetics, almost to the shoulders. The eyes only feed visual information in shades of red, but allow for nightvision, as well as increased perception times, feeding into Ida's reaction time. The right arm is a military replacement, albeit strong and sturdy, and partially proofed against water and electricity just as her eyes - the left is a standard one, just metallic without any bells or whistles.

    Personality:

    Somewhat blunt, with extended vocabulary, Ida is the sort of person that hears many things, meets many people. She lurks quite often, and bottles up her emotions, easily finding her connection to them when necessary. It's the natural environment that tends to leave her calm and in control of herself, a contrast to the cold metal she stares at every day on herself. Of note, she enjoys flowers and the like, which she seems to have a fascination with, comparing people to such plants with potential for growth.

    Backstory:

    Born as a child to an unknown father and a woman known as Sith Velaris, youth was never truly a happy affair. Her Dark Side affinity took far too long to nurture for the Sith's satisfaction, when she was ever around... and the girl reminded her too much of the father. When Ida was thirteen, she was attacked by her mother because she kept staring at her with "his eyes".

    Sent to the Kaas Academy after her mother disappeared for an extended period, she excelled in her Sensory ability, with secondary focuses on Bladework, and the basics, working to master the more common powers to get a platform to rise from. Upon reaching a certain level of ability, she was brought into the Horuset Powerbase...]]>
    Image courtesy of Sara Hess, a good friend!

    First name: Ida
    Surname: Velaris
    Title/position: Sith Acolyte
    Race: Human (Cyborg)
    Gender: Female
    Age: 20
    Birthday: 4/13/3ATC
    Height: 161 cm
    Weight: 61 kg
    Skin colour: Rosy Caucasian
    Hair colour: Brown
    Force sensitive: Yes                   
    Alive: No
    Nicknames: "Robot", "Telescope", "Goggles", "Lunchbox", "Goggle-box"

    Physical Description:

    Short and slender, with close-cut slightly curly hair, she doesn't seem to be very impressive physically. Nonetheless, she carries herself with an air of self-assurance, in a sense - she evaluates, and watches, but does not tend to act until she is certain.

    Scars/Augments:

    She has prominent burn scars around her eyes and upper face, with cybernetic eyes to replace ones lost. She also has a cleft scar on the right side of her upper lip, and if out of robes, it would be revealed her arms are also replaced with cybernetics, almost to the shoulders. The eyes only feed visual information in shades of red, but allow for nightvision, as well as increased perception times, feeding into Ida's reaction time. The right arm is a military replacement, albeit strong and sturdy, and partially proofed against water and electricity just as her eyes - the left is a standard one, just metallic without any bells or whistles.

    Personality:

    Somewhat blunt, with extended vocabulary, Ida is the sort of person that hears many things, meets many people. She lurks quite often, and bottles up her emotions, easily finding her connection to them when necessary. It's the natural environment that tends to leave her calm and in control of herself, a contrast to the cold metal she stares at every day on herself. Of note, she enjoys flowers and the like, which she seems to have a fascination with, comparing people to such plants with potential for growth.

    Backstory:

    Born as a child to an unknown father and a woman known as Sith Velaris, youth was never truly a happy affair. Her Dark Side affinity took far too long to nurture for the Sith's satisfaction, when she was ever around... and the girl reminded her too much of the father. When Ida was thirteen, she was attacked by her mother because she kept staring at her with "his eyes".

    Sent to the Kaas Academy after her mother disappeared for an extended period, she excelled in her Sensory ability, with secondary focuses on Bladework, and the basics, working to master the more common powers to get a platform to rise from. Upon reaching a certain level of ability, she was brought into the Horuset Powerbase...]]>