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[Approved] Zes Xusnex, Sith assassin

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Do you have any short-term or long-term goals with this character? TBA

Imperial personnel files

Name: Zes Xusnex

Species: Falleen

Pureblood percentage: 0%

Homeworld: Falleen

Age: 51

Gender: Male

Rank: Sith apprentice (Inquisitor)

Master: Naloi Qolshuz, underling of Darth Katherion.

Former master(s): N/A

Apprentice(s): N/A

Sphere of influence: Imperial Intelligence

Imperial Intelligence Reports

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Zes

Standing 1.81 meters in height outside of his armor, Zes has a lean, athletic figure toned with muscle. His eyes are a fiery orange, giving him a particularly striking stare. He has sleek, aesthetically pleasing facial features, high cheekbones and a defined jawline, offset by the reddish burns which streak across the left side of his skull and his upper chest. His attractiveness is amplified by his species' naturally occurring pheromones. Zes' hair is an intense black, flowing long and typically tied back in a ponytail. He has two golden earrings hanging off both his ear lobs, which are the only bits of jewelry he wears. His fingers are long and slightly clawed, his skin more akin to scales like all members of his species.

Zes' clothing varies depending on the mission. He wears a set of sleek Sith armor. It is composed of stainless steel metals while still providing a high level of mobility. He avoids wearing such an imposing, eye-catching set of armor on more espionage and assassination type missions, where standing out is not wanted. In these missions he will typically clad himself in robes and rags or otherwise casual clothing that allows him to just seem like another person in the crowd, often masking his face. Blend in with the local population in order to achieve his goals.

_{Report on natural ability with the Force, as well as all known Force Techniques and the skill level.}

A proficient wielder of the Force, Zes uses it a great deal in his missions for the Empire. He's at an advanced level with the basic Sith force powers. For more advanced techniques the Sith assassin knows Force Scream, Force Slow, Force Illusion and Force Stealth. Scream is at an advanced level while the other three are intermediate level. His powers are tailored to his specialty, stealth and deception. In case he needs to make an escape he can cast a powerful scream to distract and terrify his pursuers, or slow their movement and cognition. His ability with Stealth allows him to better infiltrate and draw even closer to his goals, hiding his dark side alignment. The power is not perfect, and can be sniffed out by Sith and Jedi powerful in the Force.

_{Report on skills not directly rooted in the Force, including level of skill}

• As a trained Sith assassin, Zes is highly skilled in all manners of stealth. He's highly talented when it comes to stealth infiltration. He knows several forms of silent takedowns, allowing him to knock out/kill unsuspecting (non force sensitive) individuals quickly and inconspicuously.
• Zes is knowledgeable in brewing and using various poisons. He knows just where to apply them to most effectively take out a target, as well as knowing cures for them as well, able to protect himself from being poisoned. His knowledge in field deals with the most common species. Rare and obscure races are something he may not have a suitable poison for. His preference when it comes to poisons is ingest-able and inject-able, a common tactic involving him coating the blade of his knife then cutting a target.
• He's a top notch parkourist, combining his ability with the Force with his highly athletic body to scale buildings, walls and dash along rooftops. Allowing him rapid unconventional avenues of escape as well as infiltration. Zes in general seems to move with a rapid fluidity that makes him elite at escaping pursuits.
• Being an assassin, Zes has a great deal of knowledge in tracking and hunting down targets. He's relentless in his pursuit and able to find subtle hints in order to locate his next unlucky target. He's knowledgeable in information gathering and won't stop until his target is dead on the ground.
• While not top notch in the field, Zes has knowledge of hacking into computers and consoles. An essential part of breaking into well guarded facilities. He will often get stumped by the more challenging hacks though.
• He's trained and knowledgeable in manners of torture, able to squeeze information out of people. Knowing multiple physical torture techniques as well as psychological methods in order to 'break' someone.
• Due to his species' naturally occurring pheromones, Zes typically has a natural 'charm' on the opposite sex. He'll often use this as an advantage on missions to gain information and better avenues in order to achieve his needed goals.
• Zes is fluent in Basic, Huttese and his species own language (Falleen).

_{Report on known combat experience, training and lightsaber training.}

An accomplished swordsman armed with dual lightsabers, Zes specializes in assassinations and covert operations. His time during the war was spent more as an assassin and espionage agent than a fearsome frontline Sith warrior. To his name he has dozens of kills of Jedi and important Republic personal, majority of which were stealthy assassinations. As well as having slain Republic soldiers, gangsters and various other blaster wielding opponents. He's a deadly combatant in one on one situations in particular, where he's able to use his quickness to its full advantage.

For lightsaber forms, Zes' main forms are Ataru and Juyo. He is all about rapid, quick attacks and eliminating his opponents quickly. The assassin aims to blitz his enemies with flurries of swings and strikes, channeling his aggression and innate quickness to bring down any who he needs to eliminate. Zes is knowledgeable in Shien, the first form he was taught. He's at an advanced level with each of the three lightsaber forms he knows and constantly trains in his free time to get better with his twin blades. He's not bothered to look into learning the other forms as they do not fit his needed skillset.

_{Detailed notes on political influence and associates.}

Zes as a Sith is not very politically connected. He knows a good amount of reputable higher ups within Imperial Intelligence, as well as fellow agents and assassins. But other than that his connections politically are limited. He does not hold much political sway, nor shows much desire to get involved in Sith politics. One notable connection is with lord Naloi Qolshuz. Another is Darth Katherion, who Zes has had less direct dealings with than he has had with Lord Qolshuz.

_{Detailed notes on known rivals and enemies, outside and within the Empire.}

As someone that uses stealth and hiding his identity as common tools in his operations for the Empire, Zes does not have many in the way of enemies in the Republic or Jedi Order. Within the Sith Empire he has a few rivals, chiefly Jiyus Onosjûsh, a fellow assassin who he's competed with for kills for years now. The twos rivalry is more of a 'one upsmanship' than anything else. While there is bad blood between them it is not extreme. There are others within the Intelligence division who are jealous of his accomplishments and reputation, something which has caused Zes to be more watchful of his back than he once was.

_{List and description of other known associates, including underlings.}

Typically a lone wolf in his dealings, Zes does have a notable working relationship with Darth Katherion having undertaken missions in the past for her. His payment varying though it been good enough that he has no issues in doing work for her. He also has multiple contacts on important worlds across the galaxy such as Nar Shaddaa, Coruscant and Corellia. These individuals feed him information pertaining to his missions, often people in poverty that pose no risk of being exposed and can be eliminated without incident.

_{List of known all ownerships, including vessels, non-standard equipment, slaves and locations.}

• Two red bladed lightsabers
• His armor, robes and other clothes.
• His personal starcraft a Fury-class Imperial Interceptor, the 'Revenant'
• Two droids that remain on and maintain his interceptor, a X2-C3 Imperial astromech droid and 2V-R8 (a Seneschal-series factotum droid).
• Various poisons, as well as antidotes for some of them
• Vibro-shiv (which he often coats with poison)
• Grappling hook
• Remote detonator and explosive charges
• Smoke grenades

_{Psychological evaluation of candidate.}

When it comes to first impressions Zes is not like many other Sith. He's not overly aggressive, or pompous with his emotions like many others are. His species is known for their cold, calculated demeanor, exuding self control. To put it simply, he's more discreet and less showy with his ways. He does have the typical Sith cockiness, which has been amplified by his race's naturally occurring arrogance. He's not afraid to speak his mind, though he's taught in the ways of a deception, it was another part of his training. Zes is incredibly narcissistic, displaying the traits of a classic narcissist. He's highly entitled, with an adoration for praise and an overall inflated self worth. He has traces of being a high functioning sociopath, with a distinct lack of empathy, a tendency of impulsive behavior, a need for constant stimulation and shows little to no remorse for his actions.

Zes does not often start conversations, particularly with strangers. He's more of a quiet, scheming type than anything else. But when he does speak he is capable of charm. He seems to just use people for whatever his needs are. He's a lustful individual who has no qualms about using others for sex. Friends are far and few in between for Zes. He's reckless when it comes to the safety of others, though does not go out of his way to intentionally hurt innocents or cause collateral damage, only doing it if it helps his goals. Zes is not a sadist, unlike some other Sith. He finds little joy or fun in hurting others unless they have personally wronged him. He holds the typical hatred of the Jedi, finding them to be stubborn fools that hold themselves back from greatness intentionally. Though he does view their strongest as fearsome, but misguided opponents. He's a bit of a pragmatist in his actions, doing what must be done to further himself ultimately. He does not appear to have any grand plans at the moment.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws. To be put into restricted database.}

• Zes is incredibly arrogant in himself and his own abilities. He truly believes that he is the picture perfect example of a Sith agent. A prime assassin which others should aspire to become like.
• He's a high functioning sociopath who deep down only really cares about himself. He feels very little for anyone else and simply uses people to do what needs to be down. When he's finished with someone he'll discard them without a care in the world.
• He's very paranoid of others and finds it hard to trust just about anyone. This is a major reason why he prefers to work alone.
• The assassin is utterly ruthless in achieving his goals and decisions. He'll show no mercy to any that wrong him and has no qualms about killing anybody that gets in his way. He'll cut down anyone that tries to stop him with zero regret for those he kills in pursuit of his missions.
• Zes does not get into direct confrontations unless he can help it. He avoids frontline warfare at all costs and has zero qualms with fleeing when things get bad. Some consider this cowardice, he calls it a strong sense of self preservation.
• Falleen are known for their deep sense of self control and discipline, Zes echoes this in some ways even being a Sith. He's more controlled with his emotions than many of his fellow Sith, something which in the past has put him at odds with others in the Empire who are more free flowing with their emotions. He tends to look down upon the Sith that are to him just outrageous beasts, that kill without any sleekness and are no more than one track minded power hungry brutes.
• As someone within the intelligence sphere of the Empire, Zes is often met with suspicion from some of his fellow Sith. He frequently lies and uses deceit to achieve his goals, something which causes others who know of his history and deeds to be watchful of him.
• A lustful hedonistic being in his downtime, Zes' in particular pursues casual sex like no other. Its at the point where its an almost weakness for him. A pretty female face has a way of drawing his attention and often causing him to put down his defenses.
• To the displeasure of some of those in the upper echelon of the Empire, Zes seems too content and aimless with his life. He's not exactly aiming to climb the ladder and push himself to a higher position in the Sith hierarchy, he's a man that's quite happy where he's at. He doesn't hold any interest in elevating himself further and potentially taking an apprentice of his own.

_{known interests of the candidate.}

• Sex
• Gambling
• Painting
• Exercise and training

_{Major achievements on record.}

• Has assassinated dozens of accomplished Jedi and important Republic personnel, particularly during the war. Many of which were taken down with excellent stealth, leaving no trace of his presence.
• Kidnapped several Republic politicians who were summarily executed or handed over to his superiors.
• Has been successfully deployed undercover to multiple Republic controlled planets and gathered vital information for the Empire.

_{Major failures on record. Confidential.}

• A notable failed assassination attempt against a Republic senator. Zes' identity was not revealed but the senator escaped unharmed, surviving an attempted bombing. It was seen as a relatively by the books job which escalated to more, partly due to Zes' actions.
• Was discovered and injured by a Jedi knight during an espionage operation towards the end of the war. The Jedi survived the encounter, and Zes failed to gather proper intel. Though he escaped without a more serious injury or capture.

Interview

<sub>Born in the Mid Rim on the Falleen homeworld, Zes was of high birth. The third child of Zajin Xusnex, lord of the influential House Xusnex. His childhood was one of affluence and decadence, never having to worry about money or food. He's always been an arrogant person, this brash cockiness was especially evident as a spoiled child when he lived on his homeworld. Servants took care of his every need, he was waited on every single second of his days. He was the only one in his family to display any Force sensitivity, though it was never something he fully realized until a visiting Sith lord arrived on his homeworld. The Fallen did not choose sides in the conflicts between the Empire and Republic. Though their homeworld would later be integrated into Sith space.

Zes was taken off his homeworld as a teenager, a huge shock to the spoiled noble child. Falleen was the only world he'd ever seen, the only one he'd ever stepped foot upon. He knew the great big galaxy existed out there but he never expected to end up out in it this early and under these circumstances. Tales of the Jedi and Sith never were ones which entered his ears on his homeworld. The Falleen were always a fiercely independent, famously arrogant species. They always saw their homeplanet as the absolute pinnacle of civilization and the center of the galaxy. The academy was a brutal show of the truth of the Sith Empire. Zes' wealth no longer mattered, nor did his family's power. He was all alone now.

Still, the young Zes showed remarkable ability. Despite not being the most physically imposing neophyte in the academy he was very agile on his feet, and quick with his mind. The Falleen's ways of self control and patience did often clash with the Sith ways of passion and emotion but he adapted as best he could. There were struggles which did result in berating from the instructors, but Zes was no fool. He showcased his potential regardless, though did draw ire from some jealous inferior academy mates. The beatings from them taught him how to run, how to fight back when he needed to. The acolyte would never show as a Sith fit for the war's frontlines. It seemed certain from his first days in the academy that he'd find himself in the field of espionage. He'd be taken as the sole apprentice for the Sith Lord Naloi Qolshuz, a cunning pureblood Sith. Qolshuz being one of the powerful Darth Katherion.

Lord Qolshuz was a particularly wise master, the perfect teacher for Zes. The Falleen was given difficult tasks from the start. One of his earliest tasks involved being dropped into a Republic controlled planet, infiltrating a military base and placing a bomb within it. Zes did so without detection, smirking as he pressed the switch and watched the base go up in flames. His first taste of the assassin lifestyle were under Lord Qolshuz. His master used him to hunt down, stalk and eliminate any opponents which he saw fit. Many were Republic personnel but the occasional missions against other Sith were particularly enlightening to Zes. The utter ruthless which preceded everything in the Empire, a common lack of forgiveness for even the tiniest of failures. It only pushed him to steel his resolve and better himself, as well as take notes on the merciless Sith politics. For all intents and purposes he served as Qolshuz's personal assassin and spy, rather than a traditional apprentice.

Early on in his apprenticeship Zes had taken it upon himself to forge a second lightsaber, he still recalls it as one of his proudest moments. In his downtime he'd constantly train himself to be better, become a more efficent killer. He would take no other master, seeing no need to do so. Lord Qolshuz and him had a mutually beneficial relationship. Zes would do the pureblood's bidding without question, be his personal killer and spy while his master would bestow him with lessons, holocrons, connections and a good amount of independence to do as he pleased otherwise. He has had no interest in becoming a Sith lord, his chosen lifestyle fits his desires perfectly. While he is now an Inquisitor, he still frequently does missions for Lord Qolshuz, as well as the Darth his master serves, Katherion.

As the war raged on Zes would often take parts behind the scenes, continuing to be a nuisance for the Republic and Jedi Order alike. He'd continue to push himself to get better, but embraced a hedonist lifestyle in his free time. The falleen shunned greater Sith politics in favor of a life of bliss, adventure and carnal desire. As an Inquisitor he's simply served the Empire in his own ways. He serves the Empire loyally, further lengthening his list of kills.</sub>

[Approved] Jedi Battlemaster Kyla Vondin

OOC

How long do you usually write? Several paragraphs

Do you enjoy writing collaborative posts for things like conversations, combat, etc.? Yep.

Is grammar and depth of writing important to you? Yep.

Are there any writing subjects you particularly enjoy exploring? I love darker subjects such as trauma and war.

Is there anything you really dislike and want to avoid like the plague? First person writing.

Is there something you are uncomfortable with happening to your character? Not really, so long as its run by me.

Do you have any short-term or long-term goals with this character? TBA

Jedi Temple Public Records

Name: Kyla Vondin

Species: Human

Homeworld: Ylesia

Age: 41

Gender: Female

Rank: Jedi Master (Council)

Master: N/A

Former master(s): Jedi Master Ello Sobaaks

Jedi Temple Internal Records

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Kyla stands at above average height, outside of armor standing a few centimeters under six feet tall. She's in top physical condition, possessing an in shape, toned frame. Her skin is tan in shade, eyes a deep brown. Her hair is black and knotted in a ponytail. Scars dot the right side of her face, and another marks above her right eye. Her body, particularly her back in also scarred. Her left and right bicep have healed but once severe burns on them. Healed lacerations from a whip mark her back, though she always keeps these covered.

_{Report on natural ability with the Force, as well as all known Force Techniques and the skill level.}

Kyla's force powers have been neglected in favor of a focus on lightsaber mastery, she is at an intermediate level with the basic Force powers of a Jedi. She also knows Crucitorn, Force Stun and Revitalize. She made particular use of Crucitorn during her capture by the Sith during the war, and is at an advanced level with the technique. The latter two she is at an intermediate level. While her powers are not as strong as most Jedi masters, she is still not to be underestimated.

_{Report on skills not directly rooted in the Force, including level of skill}

• Kyla is an intimidatingly powerful combatant with her lightsaber. As the Jedi Battlemaster for the Tython Jedi temple she has been recognized for her knowledge of Lightsaber combat and all its forms. She’s extremely formidable when it comes to lightsaber combat.
• She has years of battlefield experience, and is a talented commander who inspires respect among soldiers she commands.
• In her time at war she also learned much about tactics and battlefield plannings. She’s able to create plans on the fly, and is experienced in establishing traps, ambushes, flanks and other battle tactics.
• She has a sharp attention for detail, its difficult to catch her off guard.
• She knows how to use a blaster, though is nothing more than an average shot with one.
• Kyla has knowledge of a few forms of martial arts which the Order teaches and can put up a fight in unarmed combat.

_{Report on known combat experience, training and lightsaber training.}

Kyla is a Jedi Battlemaster for a reason, she's an exceptionally talented and trained swordsman when it comes to lightsaber combat. She fought in battlefields across the galaxy during the war against the Sith Empire, often times on the frontlines in the midst of the most intense action. Kyla has faced down all sorts of Sith warriors and their soldiers, as well as having gone on missions in which she's encountered bounty hunters, pirates, mercenaries and slavers. She has constantly striven to improve and learn, a proper Jedi never stops trying to improve. She knows all seven lightsaber forms though her skill levels in them varies.

She has mastered Ataru, Shien/Djem So and Soresu. These being her most used forms in combat. She's at an intermediate level with Shii-Cho, Juyo, Soresu, Makashi and Niman. She's capable of teaching these forms but does not have expert ability with them. She's capable with a lightsaber in each hand but better with just one. Overall she's a truly skilled lightsaber combatant, comfortable and confident in her knowledge of any of the seven forms. Within the Order she is perhaps only second to Grandmaster Shan when it comes to pure ability with a lightsaber.

_{Detailed notes on political influence and associates.}

Kyla is a well respected member of the Jedi Order, where she serves on the council. She wields a great deal of influence when it comes the decisions and matters pertaining to the Jedi. On the flip-side, she does not branch out much to extend her influence in many other groups. She doesn't really associate with any politicians within the Republic senate, holding a disinterest in politics and finding many of them to be ultimately self serving. The senate's blaming of the Order for the loss of the war left her with little want to associate with them. She does have several contacts and old acquaintances within the Republic military. Veteran soldiers she fought alongside, a few naval officers, commanders and some others higher up as well.

_{Detailed notes on known rivals and enemies, outside and within the Order and Republic.}

Kyla has enemies within the Sith Empire, in which she gained infamy due to her exploits during the war, she slayed multiple Sith warriors and apprentices, as well as countless soldiers. She's also a well known Jedi master, which puts a target of its own on her back.

• Kutar Zema - A scarred Sith who she fought on Yelsain, who slayed her padawan Yinn before her very eyes. She sliced the Sith's right arm off in her attack on him. He personally tortured her on several occasions during her internment as a Sith POW. If he is alive then he still likely holds a grudge against Kyla.

_{List and description of other known associates, including intimates.}

• Jedi padawan San Anin - Kyla has recently taken the teenager as her padawan following the death of San's former master. Kyla sees potential within the girl, but there is still much she must do and overcome before she can become a full fledged Jedi knight.
• Sargent Aldarn Laprol - The Republic solder who pulled her from her cell during her internment. He was the first friendly face she had seen in weeks, and the two became close friends afterwards. While they have not spoken in months Kyla still cares about the veteran trooper.

_{List of all known ownerships, including vessels, (non-standard) equipment, and locations.}

When out on mission its typical for her to wear Jedi armor, it resembles what a Republic soldier would wear, albeit more lightweight. Favoring freedom of movement over heavy padding. While in the Temple she wears the signature robes of a Jedi. She is never without her blue bladed lightsaber.. On her utility belt she carries survival rations, comlink, a grappling spike launcher, a holomap, an Jedi breathing mask, a Jedi beacon transceiver, a glowrod, and lightsaber repair tools.

Kyla has her own personal vessel, a Striker-class starfighter, the Valiant.

_{Psychological evaluation of Jedi Order member.}

A veteran Jedi who has spent essentially her entire life within the Order, Kyla is as experienced as they come to all matters related to the Jedi way. She's firmly on the light side of the Force, having rejected the dark side her entire life. She believes that anyone who follows the dark side will inevitably fall into a life of despair, self destruction and pain. She's a stern, but thoughtful master to any students of hers. Kyla is patient with those she teaches, but expects to see improvements, when she does not see these she will often give sharp, pointer filled talks. Which border on being harsh when she really has points to make. She's almost obsessive to the degree in which she trains herself, keeping her mind, body and reflexes as sharp as possible. She's a woman of action, not enjoying sitting around and twirling her thumbs for extended periods of time. Kyle prefers to tackle situations head on, firmly and soundly.

Kyla has a competitive personality, always trying to come out on top in everything she does. She does not smile as often as she used to, and first impressions of her can unintentionally give off a an unfriendly vibe. Kyla can also be very direct with her words, to a blunt degree. She can be standoffish with those she disagrees with and confrontational to a fierce degree when the situation calls for it. But in general she tries to be a friendly person. In her younger years she had a rebellious kick to her way, pushed around aplenty in her years as a slave. She was an aggressive child, who did whatever it took to survive, often stealing food to survive. That aggression has mellowed in her time in the Order, though she can still show flashes of her old wild child self.

She has a strong belief in the Jedi Code and way of life, though she has some issues with it, more so the Jedi Council and some of their decisions. While she now finds herself on the council, it comes at a time in which the Order is rebuilding. She's mostly put aside her previous grievances so that the council can sole focus on the Jedi regaining strength. A firm believer in justice, she thinks the Jedi (and the Republic) should concentrate more on bringing down the criminal underworld, such as breaking apart the gangs that infest it, and stopping their crimes which are often ignored. She believes the Republic should extend itself into Hutt Space and abolish the practice of slavery. She has a dislike of the Hutt Cartel particularly, due to being born into slavery under them. It's pathetic that slavery is still in the galaxy as someone who was born into, Kyla believes it should be extinguished by any means necessary. No person is property.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws. To be put into restricted database.}

• Years on the battlefield fighting the Sith Empire has taken its toll on her mentally, she frequently has flashbacks of traumatic wartime memories. Sometimes she goes through memories of dead friends and soldiers who served under her command. She does not often sleep well at night. This trauma deeply affects her. She’s tried seeking out aide for it, as left unchecked it could tear her apart. Light side meditation and therapy helps, but the pain is still there.
• Due to putting a focus on lightsaber combat, her Force abilities are not as strong as other Master level Force users. While her powers are nothing to mock, they pale in comparison to the strength of other’s abilities.
• She’s hesitant to develop close connections with others, in fear that they should die and she’d blame herself.
• She can be judgmental, which ties in with her strong sense of justice. She’ll often form judgements on people based on their associations or past deeds. It can be hard for her to change these judgements.
• From being raised in Hutt Space, and born into slavery, Kyla despises slavery. She holds anyone that deals in slaves to be deplorable. She finds it hard to trust anyone whose sold or bought slaves, even if was past dealings and they no longer participate. She's naturally untrustworthy of Hutts due to their affiliation with the disgusting practice.
• Kyla experienced torture at the hands of the Sith in the past, something that's always been a sore memory for her. She has a strong dislike of torture, the mere mention of it around her brings up sour reconciliations of her past.
• Kyla has an ends justify the means kind of stance, which is quite unusual amongst the Jedi. It's a philosophy she developed during the war. Her conflicts against the ruthless Sith Empire has taught her that if something gives the advantage to the Republic then she won’t think twice about at least considering it. This philosophy has relaxed post war though, but it is likely to return if another conflict occurs.

_{Known interests of the force-user.}

Kyla has always had a sense of adventure in her ever since she was a small child, she deeply enjoys exploring new places, whether it be scaling mountains, climbing cliff-sides or traversing jungles. She ties this in with her training regime as well, often going for long hikes in nature. She has always had an interest in nature, finding it peaceful, serene and calming to the senses. Preferring it over the chaos of cities. She also enjoys a good game of Holochess.

_{Notes on skillset specialization, if applicable.}

Kyla is a Jedi Battlemaster, the premier lightsaber combat instructor within the Tython Jedi Temple. It was a title she was granted upon the construction of the Temple, a reflection of her mastery with a lightsaber. She's personally tutored multiple Jedi who were taught in the Temple, and is routinely seeked out by her fellow Jedi for teaching.

_{Major achievements on record.}

• Esteemed veteran of the Great Galactic War, had an important hand in several battles. Faced down and killed multiple Sith warriors and apprentices as well as numerous soldiers.
• Achieved the rank of Jedi Master.
• Granted the title of Battlemaster, the premier lightsaber combat instructor for the Tython Jedi Temple.

_{Major failures on record. Confidential.}

• Lost a padawan (Yinn Viinged) in battle during the war. Its something that still haunts her to this day.
• Captured by the Sith during the war, tortured for roughly four months before being rescued by Republic forces.

Interview

_{Personal biography, as detailed by the candidate for use in Jedi archives. Acquired shortly after last achievement of note.}

Born on the tropical world Ylesia in Outer Rim of the galaxy, Kyla's parents were both slaves, as such so was she, being born into it. Her father labored away in the spice mines, while her mother served as a household servant who cleaned the retreats which wealthy tourists frequented on the beautiful world. The family was owned by Nirla the Hutt of clan Besadii, a particularly brutal and cruel slaver. Her early life was particularly rough, in the years before the Jedi found her. As a young child she frequently spent time on the streets, scavenging, scrounging and fighting for any food she could find. Her parents gave her all the love they could give as slaves. Her mother frequently came home with whip marks on her back after she made mistakes in her duties, her father equally beaten as he was worked almost to the death in the spice mines. Neither of them wanted this life for their daughter.

At the age of seven they made a plan, sneaking out in the middle of the night they stowed away Kyla on one of the visiting vessels to the planet. Her mother had discovered it belonged to a wealthy merchant. Though her parents did not know where it was headed, anywhere but Ylesia was good. Unable to go with her, they bid a quiet farewell and ran back to the slave barracks. Kyla spent the night tucked in the engineering section of the ship, staying as quiet as possible. The next morning she felt the ship rise from the ground and leave the planet, venturing to parts she did not know. On her journey through the stars Kyla tried to remain calm, despite being more terrified than she had ever been. Tears seeped down her face as the ship rocketed through hyperspace, crying silently as it would be the last time she ever saw her family.

As she felt the ship dock, the hungry, weak little girl forced herself to her feet. She wandered out of the sweltering engineering deck, nearly getting lost in the docked vessel. Miraculously she found the exit, stumbling out of the ramp and onto the floor of the docks. Several people ran over to her, finding the famished Kyla clad in dirty rags collapsed on the floor. Too weak to walk. The girl had been transported to the glorious capitol of the Galactic Republic, Coruscant. A Coruscant policeman scooped her up in his arms and brought Kyla to the nearest hospital. It seemed luck had finally been on her side.

Kyla was cared for well by the hospital staff, she would make a full recovery. The merchant whose ship she had stowed away upon was questioned, but had no idea she was even on his ship. After her hospital stay, she was put through refugee processing on Coruscant. The Jedi always monitored this system in case of Force sensitive arrivals to the world, Kyla was picked out and approached by a Jedi Recruiter. Promised a better life than what she had, Kyla was brought to the Jedi Temple on the world. The bustling, loud and chaos of Coruscant was something new to the young girl. Ylesia was by no means a quiet world, but it was certainly not a planet wide city full of constant noise, lights and action. She found it difficult to sleep her first few weeks on this new world. The Jedi helped her, calming the nervous and abused girl.

A fighter back on her homeworld, where she often had to struggle on the streets, Kyla had to get used to the Jedi way which preached peace, knowledge and rejected aggression. As an initiate she showed innate talent with a lightsaber blade, a major reason why she was apprenticed to the accomplished Jedi Knight Ello Sobaaks. The Mirialan would be her first and only master, a wise but adventurous man, he'd be the main person who shaped Kyla from a scared ex slave girl to an accomplished Jedi. The Great Galactic War had begun the year of Kyla's arrival to Coruscant, and it seemed destiny would one day beckon her to fight in it. Her master was cautious with this, keeping her out of the conflict for the first decade of her tutelage under him. During this time she accompanied him on many missions, often tasked with stopping pirates, raiders and slavers. Combat oriented assignments that would foreshadow the marital type of Jedi she'd grow into.

As these years rolled along Kyla grew, in skill but also as an individual. The angry, rebellious slave girl was fading away. She found peace within the Force, using her intense thoughts and wretched memories as motivation to move on and become a greater person, a better Jedi. During sparring sessions she practiced endlessly, to the point where her entire body ached yet still she pushed on. Not settling until she had perfected every single move her stern master instructed her to display. Master Sobaaks often took her to beautiful worlds in which she could test herself in nature, allowing herself to find a serenity within it. He'd make her scale mountains, run through tree tops and swim across rivers. Looking back at it she saw it as a way for her master to show her the enthralling sides of the galaxy, before she was brought into war and forever changed.

At eighteen years of age the duo entered the war. There were no amount of words that Master Sobaaks could tell her which would prepare her for what she was about to go through. Still he tried his best, and they were deployed in the Minos Cluster Campaign. Perhaps the most chaotic and unpredictable sector of the war. Initially the Sith Empire had hold on the sector, and as such Kyla was often deployed in raids on Sith locations across the star system. Facing down the Sith was unlike anything she had ever done. Intensely fierce and brutal in their methods and demeanor, she did not allow herself to feel any fear as she faced their warriors for the first time. Her master had taught her well, and she was already a strong swordsman. Due to this talent she was placed in the heart of battle, where she found herself bonding with many of the Republic soldiers she fought alongside.

The Republic began to collect more wins than defeats as the years went by, Master Sobaaks ensured that Kyla did not lose herself in the conflict, and would take her on leave to more peaceful parts of the galaxy. She suffered her share of scars, injuries and defeats during the war. A nasty broken left arm from a bad fall left her out of commission for some time. But she did not allow such injuries to hold her back, only using them as motivation to train harder. Her master spoke confidently of her, how much growth she had shown ever since he took the then scared young slave girl under his wing. At the age of twenty two she was elevated to the rank of Jedi Knight following the completion of her Jedi trials. It was the proudest moment of her life.

A week later she launched herself back into the war, this time on her own. She continued to participate in raids and missions across the Minos Cluster, after roughly two years on her own she was brought before the Council and asked to take a padawan of her under her tutelage. A headstrong Nautolan teenaged padawan Yinn Viinged had found himself without a master, having watched his mentor be cut down in battle by a Sith lord. Though nervous, Kyla took the shaken padawan as her apprentice. She echoed her own former master's teaching methods, taking the boy away from the brutalities of war. She counseled the turbulent padawan, doing her best to push him towards growth both as a person and as a Jedi. Yinn had potential within him to become someone great. For three years she took him around the galaxy, occasionally embarking on combat oriented missions, but spacing them with less stress filled adventures.

Eventually she decided to return to war with Yinn, a decision which she would soon regret. The first two battles they fought in together went well. Yinn showed a talent with a lightsaber, and did not allow his emotions to dictate his actions. Kyla still remembers how the padawan had saved her life on the battlefield, cutting down a trio of heavily armed Sith troopers which had gotten a flank on her. Things were going swimmingly, until an ill fated mission on Yelsain. The duo had been tasked with taking down a Sith war droid factory on the forest world. Located deep in the dense, lush jungles of the oxygen rich world the factory littered the atmosphere with thick smoke. Forced to trek through the forests, backed by three squads of troopers, the Jedi made a beeline for the factory. Thunderstorms echoed above them, brightening the darkened jungles with each spectacular flash of lightning.

The defenses of the factory were lighter than expected, and after a brief firefight they all found themselves inside the building, planting explosives throughout it. As Kyla freed the workers, local people forced to toil away in brutal conditions she sensed an unnerving presence. The windows seemed to explode as dozens of Sith soldiers stormed the factory, having arrived under the cover of night awaiting the Republic strike force. Flanked by several Sith warriors, they outnumbered the Republic and Jedi three to one. Kyla sprang into action, as Yinn did the same. For a brief time it seemed they would persevere, then Yinn crumbled to the floor as a particularly menacing Sith drove his lightsaber through the young man's ribcage. Kyla screamed in shock, flinging herself at the Sith warrior. It was a rare moment in which she had allowed her emotions to overwhelm her.

As she swung wildly at the Sith, overwhelming him, she sliced his arm clean off below the elbow. Standing over him with her lightsaber ready to put him down, Kyla began to strike, but stopped herself at the very last second. This recovery to the Jedi way would be her greatest mistake as it allowed another Sith to toss her against the wall, knocking her out cold. She'd awaken a short time later strapped in the cargo hold of a Sith ship, awakening as their prisoner. The very same Sith she had disarmed cockily approached her, and informed her she was going to be processed, made into something greater. She was to be turned into a wretched Sith, they intended to break her and pull her to the dark side. Kyla was placed on a cell on a dark and cold desert world, far from the Republic. She could hear the screams of other unlucky prisoners echo through the hallways as she was brought to her cell. Other Jedi, Republic soldiers, prisoners of war the Sith had taken for their nefarious wants.

The four months she spent as a Sith prisoner of war was the worst time of her life, even more excruciating than her childhood years as a slave. Kyla was routinely beaten, whipped, burnt and tortured. Physical torture was but one part of it, she was forced to undergo harsh psychological torture as well. The ways of the Jedi were questioned, mocked and dragged through the dirt by the Sith. They did terrible things to her, made her watch as they tortured and mutilated captured Republic soldiers as well as Jedi. Reminded her of all the soldiers under her command she had let die. Kyla never let herself fall, any moment of peace she had she forced herself to meditate on the light side of the Force. Even as her body ached with pain and her emotions raged inside of her. Left in darkness, spit upon and savaged by the brutal Sith she was meant to break, instead it only drove her to persevere.

As she sat curled on the cold floor of her cell she heard blaster fire echo through the prison, her door slammed upon and she was greeted by the face of a Republic soldier. The soldier cut off her chains, then carried Kyla in his arms out of the cell. She was in a similar state to how she had arrived on Coruscant. Extremely weak and malnourished. Her back was dotted with whip marks, other bruises danced across her body and burns sat on her arms. The Sith had done a number on her. But she had survived without bending or breaking. She was brought back to Coruscant, where her recovery really began. Kyla would return to her former strength, if you asked her she'd state she had grown even stronger having had her commitment to the light truly tested. She had come dangerously close to embracing her anger, fear and want for revenge but stayed true to the Jedi way.

Kyla elected to stay out of the war as its final years went by. She did not allow herself to take another padawan, Yinn's death still a constant thing on her conscience. She found more guidance in the light side, focusing even more intensely on her skill with the lightsaber. Free to do as she pleased Kyla would drill herself to get better, wanting to be one of greatest swordsman in the order. She'd resume her rigorous training, the scars on her body a motivation of their own. Kyla was not on Coruscant when the temple was sacked, though she had friends who perished in the desperate attack by the Sith. As the war officially ended the Order was left in chaos and confusion. Kyla stepped forward, and was elevated to Jedi master. Finding herself on the council as the Jedi formally relocated to their ancient homeworld of Tython, Kyla realized she had more to do than ever before.

She was appointed Jedi Battlemaster for the Tython temple. An immense honor, but one that she had truly earned. Thinking back at her beginnings, she cracked a genuine smile at the scared little girl she was when she first stepped foot within the hallowed temple of the Jedi. All the hard work had paid off. As the Tython temple grew, Kyla too grew into her new highly important role. She personally tutored multiple Jedi in the ways of lightsaber combat, as well as assisting to teach younglings in the weapon which would be they would wield for the rest of their lives. More recently shes's taken San Anin as her padawan, promising to teach the girl right. The decision to take on a padawan was one she did not think lightly. Having searched her inner self, Kyla knows that she is finally ready to take another as her apprentice. She has grown since the last time, and it is on her to help the Order grow back to its former glory.



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Woah.

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What Are You Listening To?

This is legit fire. All the necessary needed aggression and passion to properly cover RATM. That added verse during the solo.

Mass Effect: Sinless

The usual chaotic sounds of Omega filled the air, only adding to the despicableness of the mining station turned city to any newcomers unlucky enough to find themselves stuck on its seemingly never-ending rough streets. Gunshots echoed in the short distance, followed by an almost symmetrical burst of return fire. Small time gangs clashed, spilling and splattering each other's blood on the steel streets. Yet, the denizens went about their usual business, only keep enough mindfulness to avoid the area where shots scattered and flew free. Such people wandered into the clinic of Dr. Jayce Loring's. The good doctor stood busily at an exam table, his hands gloved with plastic, black hair slicked back with a rough stubble dotting his jawline. His short hair was tinted with dots of grey, the man having been through quite a bit of stress in his years on Omega. He was handed a datapad displaying medical information by an asari nurse. All was peaceful within the clinic, it was a refuge for the poorest of the poor, the most unlucky of the unlucky.

An air of kindness seemed to fill the clinic, nurses busily helping patients, peaceful music playing over the speakers in the quaint waiting room. One almost forgot they were on Omega when they were in Dr. Loring's clinic. Then one swift glance at the ceiling mounted machine gun turrets were all it took to remember where they actually were. The guns were carefully hidden, but obvious to those who knew exactly what they were. A necessary precaution against the gangster scum that liked to wander in to every establishment on they could and try to shake it down, or worse, rob it. No such thing occurred anymore. A seemingly constant peacefulness filled the clinic, apart from the occasional drunkard patient but even then they'd be calmed down.

A short distance away the streets were full of small talk, crowds of denizens going to and for wherever they needed to be. Many were heavily armed and armored, displaying brutal looking firearms. Surprisingly there was no violence occurring at that moment, other than the pushing of impatient people. A crowd of vorchas moved with a swagger, snickering among themselves. Their hyena like voices cackling as they discussed their latest killings. They were branded heavily with the Blood Pack insignia, as many were on Omega. The obnoxious laughing took a pause as all of their eyes narrowed on a fellow member of their kind walking towards them, but not giving them much more than a passing glance.

Zaash Gakkez had little time for these Blood Pack aligned vorcha. At the sight of the insignia branded upon their flesh he groaned, balling his hands into fists as he attempted to shelve his anger. Fear sparked in the back of his mind, but was overtaken by the intense, nearly overwhelming lust for vengeance. As he recalled much of the pain they had inflicted in them. Still, he let out a deep breath. Calming himself down. His day was already bad enough. These vorcha were no more than brainwashed foot soldiers. He remembered that he was once like them, in his younger years, well younger by his species very short lived standards. Even though he pitied them deeply and had no doubt they were routinely mistreated and thrown onto the front-lines like chosen sacrificial lambs. As they passed by him their heads turned, but they continued on their way. Zaash let out another deep breath. The armored lone vorcha was on his way to meet an old friend. It had been some time since he had spoken to the man who saved his life. It may end up being the final time he saw the man, the final time he could thank him once again.

As the clinic doors came open Dr. Loring paused in his work, blinking slowly. He shook off the curiosity as nothing, then resumed typing into a datapad. Outlining a proper dosage for a downtrodden young man, scars marking the beaten human's face. He couldn't have been older than nineteen, yet this poor soul had been beaten to a pulp and left to die. A cast placed around his left arm by Loring for a minuscule fee. His patients payed whatever they could, he was a well off man, successful in his own right. He did not come here to rob from the poor. There were plenty that were already doing that despicable bit of business. As he set the datapad down he reached to shook the young man's one good hand, finding himself on the receiving end of a seemingly endless amount of gratitude.

"Dr. Loring's great. Too nice for this fucked up station." A familiar voice to the doctor spoke from behind, followed by a set of long fingers landing on his right shoulder. A smirk came onto the doctor's face as the recovering patient next to him looked on with confusion, as to why a vorcha had seemingly walked into the clinic.

"You're the one whose too nice, Zaash," Dr. Loring replied as Zaash went in for a hug, the good doctor patting his old friend on the back. "What brings you back here? Don't you have somewhere dangerous and fun to be?"

"Omega is that ain't it?" The vorcha replied with a smile.

"It is, but not here, I made damn sure of it." The doctor replied, speaking a few words to his patient as the young human left with a nod. Having received his treatment. Then Loring subtly pointed upwards as he turned towards Zaash once more.

"I noticed."

"Really, most people don't."

"You learn pretty well to check every place for possible danger."

"Smart of you. But really, how've things been? Can't be easy out there even if the moneys good." Dr. Loring asked with a nod.

"Honestly, not good, roped into a bad job with others. Ended up framed for a bombing. That doesn't concern me much though." Zaash stated, his expression turning sour. Dr. Loring placed a comforting hand on the vorcha's back and nodded reassuringly.

"It shouldn't. You're damn good at what you do. I know there's no chance that you'd bomb innocent people, that isn't you. So you're a wanted man?" He asked.

"Technically. Had to flee here."

"Couldn't pick a better place. It'd be next to impossible for them to find you here. You'll be just fine." Dr. Loring replied, crossing his arms and thinking. Omega was the perfect place for wanted people to hide.

"I hope so." Zaash stated, briefly considering elaborating to the good doctor about the internal crisis he'd been going through.

The thoughts that seemingly haunted his mind every walking moment. That hounded his sleeping hours. He could push them back and cover them, but they'd always be there until the day he died. The fact that that day could be so soon. Zaash blinked, then slightly shook his head. He didn't need to ruin the doctor's cheerful mood with his existential struggle. Bring down the man's happiness when he had so much endless, selfless work to do.

"You will be. You're a good one Zaash, you're always welcome here." Loring stated, kindness evident in the human's aged features. Then he reached to shake Zaash's hand, the hardened vorcha returning the gesture. He was momentarily lost in his thoughts, though felt a strong tinge of happiness at the doctor's words. The good doctor was perhaps his only real friend, someone that gave a shit about him. He smiled widely, feeling the ravaging thoughts of doom fade briefly.

"You're the greatest." It was all Zaash could mutter as he shook the man's hand, then turned to leave.

"Goodbye Zaash, take it easy out there. Don't be a stranger now." Dr. Loring added with a wave.

The Vorcha didn't respond, he simply paused in his stride, turned his head slightly and nodded with another smile. Then moved to depart the clinic, heading for the penthouse. He was roped in with this group of strangers now, he had to work at that the best he could. As usual he needed to show zero fear and do what he did best. It was a piece of cake.

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Star Wars: The Harbor's Due

Always down for the scummy and villainous parts of Star Wars (and Star Wars in general). I'm interested.