Name: Eris, formerly known as Kira Aenser
Appearance: Tall, pale, with black hair down to mid-back and bright green eyes, sharp-featured face. Her body is well muscled. Being a covert assassin she tends to change clothing regularly, but for combat she wears a black bodyglove.
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Faction: Sith Empire
Occupation: Sith Assassin
Background: Kira, the woman who would become Eris, was born on Nar Shaddaa into the house of two spaceport employees. Her mother was a spice addict, her father an abusive drunk with a gambling problem. Needless to say her childhood was awful. Then she turned twelve, started to...develop, shall we say, and gave her father sufficient trouble that he decided to kill two birds with one stone and get rid of his troublesome, unwanted punk kid and resolve some of his gambling debts by selling the girl to the Exchange.
As I'm sure you can imagine her lot in life really improved after that. It became her mantra that one day, -one day-, she wouldn't be afraid of anyone, she wouldn't be tormented and abused by anyone or anything ever again. It wouldn't be that day, or tomorrow, or any time in the next four years she spent working for the Exchange, forced to do fairly unspeakable things.
Then a miracle happened - a Jedi came to Nar Shaddaa and in the Jedi's dealings with the Exchange noticed something strange about the girl - she would react to strikes she didn't even see before the attack started coming, anticipate orders before they were even given. She surreptitiously tested the slave, and determined that she was strong in the Force.
For the Jedi it was a no-brainer. She hated having to play nice with these scum anyway, and spitting in their face by absconding with a bit of their property would at least slake her disgust with this whole mission. She rescued the slave and brought her to the Jedi Order, who - after giving her rescuer a tongue-lashing - determined that she would be trained as a Jedi. The Order was desperate for numbers to replace the Jedi who died or fell to the Sith, and as such the rules had begun to fall by the wayside.
For ten years she walked the path of the Jedi, but her heart was always a place of turmoil. The trauma and pain of her childhood, the fear and the pain they had brought her, the anger and hate she had clung to to survive it, they had left dark stains on her soul, and despite her and the Jedi's best efforts they seemed all but impossible to remove. Nightmares plagued her even well into her training, and she wrestled with dark, violent impulses in the face of the kind of evil she experienced.
Those were all the tools that the being who would become her new Master, Darth Zazel, would need to twist her into a weapon of the Dark Side. On a mission in the Outer Rim territories she was waylaid by a trio of Dark Jedi, and while she handled herself well she was defeated and captured, taken to Darth Zazel's personal warship - the
Tarteras Serpent. Aboard the Serpent Kira would face nightmares that her childhood hadn't even begun to dream of, beings that burrowed into the primal terrors her youth had instilled in her. Through a haze of Sith drugs and the Dark Side of the Force she faced her demons, darker and more terrible than before, and her every technique, her every effort of will was insufficient to banish them. For ten days and nine nights she endured this torment, tormented physically, mentally, sexually, spiritually, always with the key to ending her torment just within reach, for the low, low price of a piece of her soul.
In the end she gave in and reached for the Dark Side, and drove the torments and the visions away. For a day she lay in her cage, her mind blissfully free of the horrors, the nightmares driven away for a time by the power of the Dark Side. And then she tried to pull away from that power.
The torments began again. Each time she lasted less time before she succumbed and grasped the Dark Side, each time having a harder time releasing it when it was over, until after six months of languishing in torment the fear of the visions returning made her cling to the Dark like it was her only lifeline. And once she made no effort to push away the Dark, then Darth Zazel began her training. He cemented his grip on her, showed her that if he willed it even the Dark Side couldn't protect her from his will, and he could begin the visions on her no matter her protections. Taught her dark secrets, the terrible mysteries of the Sith, and crafted the once heroic Jedi into a weapon of the Sith. For two years he labored over her, teaching her the ways of the Dark Side, and then he deemed her a worthy tool to be unleashed on hi enemies. He bade her forsake her old name and take up a new one. She reached into the Dark and called her true identity forth - Eris.
Equipment: A gold-bladed lightsaber, her personal starship, the
Scarlet Jester, which appears to be like any of a billion other ships plying the spacelanes - huge, boxy, ugly, and suited to little more than carrying large amounts of cargo. Which it does, providing a source of credits for Eris' operations. In addition a section of the holds are given over to serve as Eris' base of operations, containing her personal starfighter, a custom-made stealth fighter she has dubbed the
Stiletto..
The Stiletto is a tiny, incredibly fast craft with state of the art stealth tech, although it is unarmed, unshielded, and only lightly armored, and possesses no hyperdrive. It is, however, loaded with sophisticated sensor systems, providing Eris with the means to analyze her target from relative distance before she strikes.
In her storage holds on the Jester she has a vast array of weapons and tools that she makes use of, mostly disguises and secondary tools for infiltration.
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