Name: Tevura, Originally Dahlia T’sola. She changed her name both for the practical reason of ‘the less to connect her to her past, the better,’ and because it amused her, given her condition.
Race: Asari
Gender: Female
Age: 700 Earth years.
Position: Leader
Appearance:
Background: Tevura was born the youngest of three sisters, two hundred years younger than her eldest, but only one hundred years younger than the middle sister. Of the three, she was the only one to be a pureblood. Unfortunately, her mother died only a year after she was born, killed by an Ardat Yakshi. As such, Tevura went to her eldest sister’s care, as Rebekha, the middle one, was still in training to be a commando. As she grew up, she and her sisters were close, with Rebekha visiting as frequently as she could. While both were fiercely protective of her, the eldest was the most protective. Children are cruel, and she didn’t want Tevura being mocked for being a pureblood, or worse, being accused of being an Ardat Yakshi.
Then, of course, came the day that changed her life forever. She was forty and was experimenting with a girl from her class. They bonded, and rather than the life changing experience for both of them that was promised, her partner was killed while Tevura experienced a sensation like no other. When she recovered from it, Tevura did the only thing a young girl could. She ran home. That’s where the Justicar found her, being hugged by her eldest sister. Then she was taken away, to the monastery to live out her life in seclusion with others like her. It was better than being killed, right?
The next thirty years of her life were spent in that monastery, with her only being occasionally let out. She was written to by both of her sisters weekly. Rebekha joined the esteemed Serrice Guard, during her time at the monastery. Of course, these letters only served to remind Tevura of what she lost, and is being kept from. One day, when she was 70 she was taken out with a group of others for ‘good behavior’ to the Asari homeworld. The trip had been weeks in the making, and Tevura’s eldest had been informed long before hand and would be meeting her with Rebekha.
Under careful, but subtle, watch they landed and were allowed to explore for a few hours. In groups. With tracking beacons. Tevura spent the hours with her sisters, struggling to make up for lost years. When they were all called back, to the docks, something went wrong with a medium freighter nearby. It’s engines lost control and it plummeted to the earth. No more than fifty feet from the Monastery group.
The explosion killed hundreds. In fact, it should have killed Tevura. And it would have, if not for her sisters both making barriers around the three of them. When the smoke cleared, both nearly collapsed, and it was clear that they were the only survivors in a wide area. Opportunity beckoned, and Tevura took it. She told her sisters she wasn’t going back to the monastery and she ran. Better to be a fugitive than a prisoner. Her sisters followed. Rather than try and force her back, as Tevura expected they helped. Removing her tracking beacon (bloodily) and then getting with her on the nearest ship off the planet before the dock could be shut down.
For two years, they weren’t followed. They settled down in Omega, doing what work they could. They thought they had gotten away. Then the Justicar came for them. She wasn’t subtle. She announced she was going to take Tevura back, and when Tevura refused, she began firing. Luckily, Blood Pack happened to own the territory and didn’t appreciate it being shot up by an Asari. In the resulting fire fight, Tevura and her sisters escaped, and left Omega. The Justicar followed.
The next 228 years were a long game of cat and mouse. Running, thinking they were safe, and then being found by the Justicar again. Then the cycle repeated itself. However, on the day it all ended, they had been successfully hiding for twenty years. They were back in Omega. There was real hope that they had escaped. Then Tevura screwed up. She slept and bonded with a couple of locals, killing them. From then on it was a downward spiral. The body count soared to the triple digits in the space of a few weeks, Tevura sometimes not even bothering with sex to bond with and kill someone, before her sisters were able to find her and restrain her. By then it was too late. The Justicar was coming, old contacts set up for that very purpose twenty years ago warning them. It was too late to run and take Tevura with them. So, they decided to try and fight. Leaving Tevura restrained, the eldest acted as the bait, while Rebekha set up nearby with a sniper rifle.
The Justicar saw the eldest sister and tried to kill her. Taking prisoners was out of the question since the first day they ran from her. Tevura’s sister ran, followed by the Justicar. She lead the Justicar into an alley, where Rebekha had a clear shot. Then she stopped. Rebekha fired and only wounded the Justicar. The Justicar fired on Tevura’s eldest sister. She didn’t shoot to wound, and she didn’t miss. Tevura’s eldest sister died quickly, at least.
Then the Justicar turned her eyes towards Rebekha.
The resulting battle could even be heard by Tevura. After many minutes of screaming curses and struggling, she managed to break free of the restraints, and headed towards the sounds of fighting. She picked up a pistol from a dead Merc, caught in the crossfire. Things grew ominously silent when she was only just round the corner from the fight. Turning the corner she saw Rebekha pinned by the Justicar, the latter demanding to know where the Ardat Yakshi was. Tevura was only a few feet away from the Justicar. She couldn’t miss. The Justicar died, without ever knowing how close she had come to her goal.
The surviving sisters quickly left Omega. There was no time to bury. No time to mourn. They had to leave, and then they had to figure out how to control Tevura’s…urges. Tevura spent the next two hundred years mastering every art of self control, every tip, every trick, she could, while Rebekha watched over her.
When she finally felt she was ready, they ran with various mercenary companys for 100 years, before Tevura’s ambitions outgrew something so simple. She looked for a merc company that would be easy to take over.
The Legion of the Silver Sword was found.
Positive Traits:
-She has utter control over herself. She won’t let petty things like emotions or pain control her. If she lets those things have their way, she’d be stacking up a rather high body count of neurologically ravaged lovers.
-She’s a powerful biotic, her powers having been increased every time she destroyed another sentient nervous system, when she lost control.
-After being hunted for centuries by an unrelenting and seemingly unstoppable Justicar, she never goes into anything assuming its safe.
-She’s utterly loyal to her friends and those under her command. The Legion rarely leaves their own behind.
-While trained in the use of conventional weapons by mercenaries and her sister, several ways of self-control involved martial arts or other physically straining acts. She can pack a punch, even without her biotics.
Negative Traits:
-Tends to react violently to betrayals, real or false. (See Asteroid bombing section of Organization history.)
-She’s paranoid of other Asari she doesn’t know. Any one of them could be another Justicar.
-Despite centuries of learning to control herself the urge to go out and, for lack of a better word, hunt other races and destroy their nervous systems is always there. Pushing and tearing at her self control.
-Her loyalty to her men and her friends is also a downfall. Want to get her to do what you want? Capture one of her troops and torture them for a few days, sending video reports with your demands. She’ll crack and give in eventually.