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Darth Sanguira

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  1. Enantiomorphs

    A mixture of feelings swept through her upon hearing her husband was well enough, was fighting against joining Chaos any time soon; it was strange how she was both relieved yet slightly disappointed, any extra edge of control and power she could have had on the man now no longer a factor - at least her last resort remained in the form of the blood and Force infused armor she created for the man. Keeping her expression neutral, face smooth save for the momentary curl of her lip, the brunette gave a nod to indicate she had heard him as her gaze and attention drifted. The question regarding her well being made her start, then laugh aloud, ignoring a few startled expressions from those in the training pits. He was good, very good at playing his role of obedience, yet the femme knew better than to let her guard down around the Echani. "Oh, my dear, I am quite well if not missing the action Atrox and battle provided. My skills will begin to tarnish if I remain grounded planetside too long. Unless, of course, I find someone willing to have a friendly spar from time to time..." Looking at the Sith Master like a predator examines its prey before executing a death blow, the Hapan reached out and brushed her fingers along the other's cheek and jaw, not caring if her gauntlet scratched his skin. Only her children and husband were receivers of her gentle affections. "You are a good lad, obedient, loyal to our purpose. But do not think your capabilities and strength go unnoticed no matter what mask you wear. Your life belongs to us, and the moment you decide to lift a finger against us, I will see to it your existence is erased completely. Lucky for you, Corvus, I like you. You were entertaining from when we first met on that wretched Balmorra. Continue to perform satisfyingly and you shall be rewarded," she purred out before walking away to wander amongst the Acolytes, to examine them up close.
  2. Enantiomorphs

    When had she become so hard to satisfy? Once upon a time ago, the woman saw potential in those beneathe her status, yet looking out upon the acolytes now only brought the grim realization that all beings before her were pawns in a game of dejarik. All were expendable, her care in their well-being a well executed facade that few individuals knew of. Still, the brunette desired to rule, for her empire to prosper, and for that she needed subjects- and an army. Eyeing her pet, the man she and her lover created together, Sanguira smirked; she enjoyed playing with him, playing with any of her favored subjects. Making a mental note to pull a few of the acolytes aside that had a slight potential to be of use in her working within the shadows, the Darth made her way to the former Jedi, her presence anything but hidden despite her power being held back. Heels clicked on stone, fingers reaching out to grasp dark locks that had once been white. Giving a playful tug, she began to circle him, looking his outfit over with raised brows. "Hn, I suppose you do clean up nicely. Pretending to be harmless and approachable, eh? If only they knew what you were, what you could do..." Giggling at the thought of his monstrous side being released, the woman let the moment turn serious, her voice audible only to his ears, her proximity close enough while facing him that her boots nearly touched his. "Corvus, tell me. How is my husband's condition? You are always with him, so surely you know if his strength is increasing or waning from the weight of the power he holds..." Atrox. He was her greatest ally, her greatest enemy, and her greatest weakness. Corvus knew of their relationship that was kept as hidden from view as possible. He knew of their children, and even knew long ago their intentions to take the throne prior to the Republic practically clearing the seat for them. His knowledge was why they kept him close, why they worked their "magic" on him. Clearing her throat, facing the training puts once more, the Darth sighed. "These Acolytes lack the extent of thirst and drive we had when in their position. They aren't out of shape, haven't fully wasted away to nothing. But they understand nothing of true bloodshed, battle, survival. They have been scraping by here. Soon, Corvus, we will face your former allies and wipe the galaxy with their corpses. I believe I questioned your readiness to destroy them once before, but what of now? Have you fully fallen, my pet, or is there still a glimmer of light I need to black out?"
  3. Plot Ideas?

    • Arrived on Hapes • Updated self on current political situation • Famliarized herself with cerain fmilies of power and wealth • Found her mother still clinging to high status • Used her name, past position, and current skills to take out (slowly and silently) those that would oppose her power plays • Managed to slip pawns (normal Hapans that vowed loyalty) into the planet's defense and political structures • Now recieves regular reports, and plans to send a few acolytes (NPC for now) to maintain the Remnant's hold • Is working on subtly spreading her influence to the other locations that make up the Hapes Cluster, using their negativity towards the Jedi to her advantage It was a slow process, but one she had begun even before taking refuge there. Being physically there sped certain processes up thankfully, but as she had no agents to utilise, it took longer than norm to "conquer" Hapes. And she shockingly didn't act upon her desires for revenge - too small of a matter to care about for now. And that, ladies and gents, is what went down post Empire Massacre.
  4. Plot Ideas?

    Just so everyone is aware, i will do a breakdown of the control over Hapes, and how Sanguira's agents are gradually spreading through the cluster to bring it all under her control. I'm at work right now tho, so when I'm home and settled I will get to it. Let me know if I need to do a roleplay post/thread to explain it all.
  5. Birthright

    Cackling at the boldness of the alien, the brunette let a cruel grin form across her lips, eyes blazing as the power she wore like a cloak began to stir. Did the woman truly think a blaster could hurt, could kill them even after everything they've survived? If only she had opted to be loyal, if only she obeyed them. Clearly her bravery and lack of fear while facing death coyld have been a useful tool against the Republic, but disobedience could not be tolerated. When her lover spoke, offering mercy, she shot a quick glance his way - while he would and could spare the woman, Sanguira would not. Fully prepared to end the fool's life as the man's energy flowed and clutched the Mirialan, began its slow crushing of her body, the movement in the crowd and a particular presence stilled her form. Red hair, fear, a meek expression. It was the boy that had snuck aboard her ship during the massacre of the Empire, the one that knew of their secret. Watching, knowing, the Darth giggled in enjoyment as strike after strike did damage, a gruesome sight being displayed before them. After the last blow, the femme walked up beside the other that looked as though he were fighting vomiting, her clawed hand brushing up his arm until it rested at his neck, digits pressing lightly along the delicate flesh. "Very good," she purred out, lips nearly brushing his ear. "The children have asked about you. It will be good to tell them you survived... Now come with me, Silas. Let's make ourselves comfortable inside." The couple had their pet, their monstrosity created with the combination of their powers and knowledge on manipulating the Force, but now she would have a second minion to toy with. Ah, the day was starting off so wonderfully! It had been some time since she felt such true joy.
  6. Birthright

    While Dathomir could easily disguise and distort one's Force signature, even cloud their emotions from being thoroughly sensed, a Sith of her experience and empathetic connection had no issue sorting out the various beings: those that would lay down their life for the Sith'ari, those that would follow despite doubts, and those that had no loyalty or trust in what they heard and saw. Most were of no concern, her gaze resting on a few particular individuals as though silently informing them she could read them like a flimsi. Even she had followed with a sense of loyalty despite the back and forth threats to kill the other between her lover and herself - and in the many battles fought together, they risked their very lives to keep eachother safe. While the man turned to leave, their creation being the obedient pet he was and following suit, Sanguira remained, her part only just beginning. Spotting the old Darth, she gave a wink, the cold smile that had been tugging at the corners of her mouth completely vanishing when a nobody dared to speak to Atrox. At least the soldier had asked permission, but the fact she dared do that at all made the woman's anger flare. As quickly as the fiery emotions had risen, they were dampened by her control over her reactions, control that took ages to learn and was still imperfect. Voice ringing clear, the elegant brunette stepped forward to block both path and view (as much as her frame compared to her husband's allowed) to the man. "Any and all concerns should be brought to your direct superiors, or to me. I not only speak on behalf of Darth Atrox, the true Sith'ari that will lead each of you down a path to victory and salvation, but am looking for those amongst you with a particular talent for working swiftly in the shadows. Come join me inside should you wish to put your talents to work." Prepping to send a holomessage to those that had roles to perform in this play directed by her beloved Sith, the femme rose a finely groomed brow at the private in a silent question as to what she needed, taking the moment of the Mirialan's hesitation to record and send her message. @Vansic Modun "My dear Vansic, I do hope your mind and skills have not gone rusty. We are in need of your services once more, so join us at the coordinates encrypted in this message. Darth Atrox has a gift for you." Skills Used: Force Sense / Force Empathy I know she technically didnt use them except as a subconscious or natural way, but stating it just for records sake.
  7. Birthright

    Their time was nearing; with the destruction of their Imperial home, a common goal interlaced with the same emotions had been given birth between the woman and her lover. They would rebuild the Sith in their image of greatness, rise from the shadows as the dominant beings they were, and take not just what was once theirs but what was everyone's - soon the galaxy would be at their beck and call. For many standard planet rotations the couple fought with one another over power, over ruling the Empire. Yet an understanding rose between them. They needed one another, had to work as a unit to balance the other's weaknesses. Emperor (or Empress) was nothing but a fancy title thrown around, a meaningless word. While Darth Atrox had the physical and raw strength, the drive and knowledge of being a true Sith'ari, Darth Sanguira had the cunning eloquence, the gifted tongue that enabled her to bring in those around her, enabled her to inspire loyalty. Born with the ability to charm all who stood before her, the brunette even used this gift on her husband. Perhaps his awareness of that fact stemmed his admiration and hatred towards her. She had done as she was told, their arrival at the Academy going smoothly - the one positive that came from such destruction at the hands of the Republic was a showing of respect between the remaining council members. The lack of infighting was proving beneficial, not that anyone had the energy or desire to bicker over petty things like territory jurisdiction. Studying the crowd below them, stormy molten eyes picking out a few faces she recognized from previous encounters, the woman smirked, approving the way they were responding to the man. Clad in a seemingly simple armored gown, the coal attire was made for mobility and protection of vital organs. Her dark energies were her true armor, and even weapon. A clawed gauntlet rested gently on the male's back. It was a subtle gesture of affection, of support. Dark tresses flowing freely, Sanguira withdrew her touch, folding her arms over her chest, alreading planning her message to the other remaining spires - a meeting would be needed to discuss their next move in further detail, and to inform the group of their latest accomplishments such as the Darth's success in gaining control over her native planet (the full cluster was still a work-in-progress, but Hapes was now unofficially an ally).
  8. The Knife's Edge

    Hapes Spaceport Home. That was where she had returned to, having been here once before as the Kaar of Diplomacy, unrecognized by her own kin, her own people. Oh how she had longed to take over, to replace the Queen Mother with herself or one of her agents. But alas, her plans fell through when the very biased and judgemental people that made up the governing body opted to a truce of sorts, mostly a trade agreement with the Empire. Had they objected, she could have had her way, but the Hapans weren't fond of the Jedi and their alliances whatsoever. Rising, the woman glanced towards the storage space where bins held various items - mostly attire to suit any climate and occasion (it was important she be properly dressed for her visitations to expand the Empire's territory). Lip curling in distaste, she mentally swore in various tongues, cursing her attention for having not noticed such a simple thing as a stranger's Force Signature aboard her ship. With a wave of her hand, the lid to the stowaway's crate slid off to reveal the sleeping teen. Had she not just seen the genocide of the Imperial people, especially those considered Sith, Darth Sanguira would have killed the redhead for his idiocy. Circumstances were very different from the norm, though, and so the brunette kicked the side of the bin and tossed a grey gausy silk cloak onto his figure. "Put on the cloaks. We are to draw as little attention as possible to ourselves. You, brat, you will do as I say and remain at my side with the others. Understood?" Exhaustion and stress creeped into her voice, part of her still ready and willing to fight while the other half just wanted to soak in a tub of hot water. Donning her own cloak, the hood was drawn up to shadow her battered face and molten eyes, the boy back in her arms. Glancing to the stranger, a loud sigh left her lips when she saw her daughter smile and take the other's hand as though he were an older sibling or parent, as though he were the equivalent of one of Clan Black's offspring that she hung around before Atrox sent her to the Academy. Their daughter was too kind to strangers for her own good. Her lover would have had an aneurysm if he had seen this.
  9. The Knife's Edge

    Korriban Already battered from surviving the blasted massacre on the Empire's capitol city, the place most of those in power were stationed, the brunette looked as though she had been sent to Mustafar and had to walk through its core to get there. With the Republic attacking so strongly, there was one thing on her mind, the same thing on her lover's mind: get their children to safety. Perhaps not out of a parental duty or love (well, except a portion of their more human selves), but for the sake of keeping their legacy alive. Darth Atrox and Darth Sanguira knew they wouldn't live until age took their souls to Chaos. They were sith, warriors meant to lead others to victory or die trying. Battle, the threat of death lurking around every corner, that was the path they both willingly chose, and why their bloodline and power it held being preserved was so important. The Academy was crumbling, history of their kind being destroyed by powerful attacks that came from both sides. Bodies littered the halls, all ages from young to old, but her senses indicated her children were still alive - she felt them, felt their energy with ease despite the many Force users surrounding the place, despite the powers that made Korriban so sacred. They were a beacon amongst the many energies, her connection to them strong, stronger perhaps than even their father's since she had carried them full term, had birthed them. Jedi that turned their attention towards her were wiped out if they tried to attack, to block her path. The gall of that Grand Master, of the Jedi and Republic had pushed her rage past its containment point, similarly to how the specter threatening her baby's life had done. Only this time she was in proper physical shape, had energy and her mental barriers were as strong as ever. A few of the stronger Jedi that confronted her took precious time away from her task, but this only fueled her, the pain they caused by smashing her into walls being returned tenfold as she tore their limbs from their bodies with the Force, its invisible tendrils of dark energy acting as extensions of her own limbs. Plunging her lightsaber into the back of a soldier pressing her children, the woman turned with her weapon and beheaded two others that ran into the room. They had ten minutes to get back to the ship before the pilot left them there to die. Picking up Korvus since Julith could keep up better than the younger of the two, the Kaar hurried them along, keeping their path clear. By luck or fate, she avoided direct confrontation with Jedi Council Members, and had she not felt the passing of Darth Lyran, the femme likely would have remained to fight alongside him while knowing her children were safe. Running and allowing the destruction of their people as well as culture was not in her blood, never had been. But with only herself the last Kaar alive on Korriban, she knew it would be futile to remain and face multiple opponents that were the strongest the Republic had to offer. Instead, she boarded with them, leaving those on Korriban to their fate. Some would escape, but most were doomed. Praising her children for their strength, the woman gave pause when the pilot notified her of her lover's message. Fists clenching, she gave a nod and ordered the pilot to take them to Hapes, a place they could hide in until she could get them all back to Atrox's compound. Still, him sending such a message made her feel uneasy, and a longing to be at his side, to have his back like in previous wars grew stronger by the second. Eyes closing, the woman concentrated on their connection, their distance straining it, limiting the amount of communication they would have. Feeling the draw of her blood, of his blood, of their pain and suffering, of their fears and dreams, Sanguira reached out an invisible hand towards him, towards the Alderaanian warrior that had over time stolen her heart, had become more than a tool and weapon to use for advancement in society. "Kure, I have them. We will go to Hapes. Whatever you are planning, come back to me in one piece or I will never let your soul find peace in Chaos. Understand? You...you should have seen them, our children are strong-" With the distance cutting her off, the brunette fought back the lump forming in her throat, disgusted by her own emotion and weakness. Instead, she focused on keeping the young ones calm as they entered hyperspace with coordinates set for Hapes.
  10. Upon Bleeding Spires

    Was she so easy to read, or did he understand her intentions and desires through their bond sealed by blood? The male knew her thoroughly, took their time spent together over the standard years to understand her, to observe her and learn the way her mind worked; she was his strength and weakness in various situations, so his studying of her was no surprise. It was irksome, being unable to fully manipulate one's greatest rival. Still, she would find a way to equal and then surpass his prowess so that he could no longer act so dominant over her in public view. Watching with intrigue as the ritual began, the building up and releasing of power set her teeth on edge, her nails biting into her palms as she shivered from the suffocating energy. Her own senses within the Force being overstimulated, the crying of other spirits, it made her body and mind ache and fear strangle her with a vice-like grip - it was hard to breathe, hard to see clearly, and even nect to impossible to think straight. And then the pressure was released, a faint figure of the spectre hovering before her lover. Thinking the ritual, the task over, the brunette took a shaky step forward, then another, her stormy gaze set upon the man's face. She reached out to him, was ready to cross over the markings upon the floor and hold him, support the man she both loved, feared, and admired. But his voice halted her advance, the lesson on such ancient and strong magic of the Sith continuing. Brows rose at the mention of what would be needed to use the tome, and many questions swirled in her mind. Forcing her thoughts aside, she returned her attention to the man, glancing at the locket he withdrew. It would be the new host, that much was obvious. Was it easier to bind spirits, trap them in objects instead of living vessels? Dealing with such dark means of power was beyond her pay even as a Kaar, yet her husband pursued it head first, and it had benefited them, had enabled the life of their baby girl be spared. Pride and admiration showed on the subtle smile directed towards her exhausted lover, but her expression and happiness quickly disappeared. Spiteful words left the specter's lips, her own turning into a molten storm as she firmly walked up to stand behind the man, her firm grip resting on both of his shoulders as she let the heat from her body press against his back. The ghost not only insulted her lover, and herself, but threatened their child. No one, nothing would ever survive after that, and even if he was physically dead, she would erase his energy from existence! "You dare say his soul is twisted? You have no eyes to see with, specter, for my Kure has a beautiful soul. It is darkened with power that only he is capable of wielding, yet it is bright and wonderful in that he would not be the man he is without it, would not be a man worthy of my heart. You are simply jealous of what we have, and what we are when you are a pitiful shadow of a former and forgotten uncared for existence! Never insult my husband in front of me!" Her words grew louder as her anger rose, yet it was the threat to her daughter that unleashed true fury, the desire to protect, to preserve her own at the forefront of her mind. Energy slowly manifested around her, acted as an incisible breeze that whipped at her dark wavy locks. "Now, words against my husband are things I can brush aside, but you involved my child. No one talks of my children, no one touches my children, and most of all no one threatens them!" For the most part her voice had been calm, the only indication of her rage being in the growing darkness around her form and how (likely painfully) tight her grip upon her lover was. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, images of her miscarried child came to mind, Exitium's words morphing the image into her three precious children lifeless in her arms, the spirit hovering above them laughing in a maniacal way. Opening ger eyes, irises now golden, eyes bloodshot, the shadows on her face appearing darker, more pronounced, the Hapan sneered at the ghost as her rage-fueled energy rushed forward to smash against the specter like waves upon rocks. "You should know your place. A tool to be used by those still alive, you filthy spirit." Stepping from behind the seated man, Sanguira now stood before him, letting her energies lash at the locket, testing the weakened spirit's defenses. Knowing it would take everything she had simply based on their earlier encounter and how the ghost was still finding the ability to resist her waves of anger-filled energy, the brunette took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she lifted the barriers of control placed in her mind. Nothing would be left to hold her back, something she learned to do when touching the Force Nexus. All around her there was darkness, death (thanks to Atrox). Power radiated from the specter, the tomes, her lover, all in various weakened forms. She felt it all, could practically taste it, her skin prickling as she called out to it, tried to take what wasn't hers - except from her lover whom appeared on the verge of collapse. She would only blerd him dry if there was no other choice left. And then the battle began. Hot streaks of lightning edged with power shot out from her digits, pale skin reddening as it burned her hands. Strikes and waves of energy crashed down upon the locket, Exitium laughing at her "pointless attempts". He was weakened considerably, but such a being would take more than that to be defeated. No. Not him, but the thing he was bound to. Golden gaze settling on the locket, the femne began aiming her attacks at it, urging more and more power into each onslaught. Drops of sweat began to form along her skin, her breathing slightly labored. The atmosphere felt heavy, as though many souls had gathered to watch, crying out now and then in time with the attacks. A flash of her lifeless baby entered her mind, a pain-filled cry leaving her lips as she struck the locket again and again. Why wouldn't it break?! If only it were a neck she could snap, a body to crush. Tendrils of miasma tightened around the object, attempting to crack it into pieces in a vice grip, but it still wasn't enough. Falling to her knees in frustration and anguish, the brunette stared at her shaking hands. Yet again she was letting her husband, her family down. He had been so confident she could do this... Gritting her teeth, refusing to give in, she began again. At last it seemed her efgorts were paying off, the slightest of dents in the metal now visible. At this rate, though, she would have nothing left and little more to show for it, a fact that burned her. She was past the point of exhaustion, and after a few long moments of catching her breath, the femme knew what she had to do. Sanguira threw both her hands outward, screaming. It was more painful than labor, thrusting every last bit of energy laced with her own life force out at once, all aimed at the locket. The dark energy had gathered as she called it out, had condensed slightly, her skin torn, palms bleeding from the raw power that had gathered. With the object, the target weakened, the mass of Force bearing down on it collided and overwhelmed the energy that was Exitium; like a system overload, a chain reaction took place as the object was destroyed both from inside and out. Letting herself fall back, she grunted at the hardness of the ground, her head resting in his lap. Eyes half lidded, nose gushing blood, she was a tired mess, yet she flashed a grin at the man. "Sorry it took longer than desired, my love. But you were right... I did it. I was strong enough. I-I won't ever let our family come to harm. Gotta... Be strong to... Stay at your side..." her words near the end were more of a mumble before she lost consciousness, simply needing sleep (and bandages, maybe a comfy bed and wine too). OOC: will likely rework this post to make it flow better, make it read better.
  11. Darth Sanguira

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  12. Darth Sanguira

    「 sᴋιʟʟs 」 Medical Biochem - Novice Biosurge - Intermediate Torture - Intermediate (Total: 5 point) Stealth And Survival Stealth - Novice (Total: 1 point) Melee Combat Bladed Weapon - Expert Martial Arts: Hapan - Expert (Total: 6 point) Lightsabers Single Saber - Expert Form I: Shii-Cho - Novice Form III: Soresu - Expert (Total: 7 point) 「 ғᴏʀcᴇ 」 Enhancement Force Rage Force Dash » Force Speed Force Jump Force Body (Total: 5 point) Restoration Force Invigorate » Force Infuse (Total: 2 point) Physical Malacia Mirror Image (Total: 2 point) Astral Force Sense » Force Sight Telepathy (Total: 3 point) Perception Force Fear » Force Insanity Force Persuasion » Force Confusion » Force Illusion Force Camouflage (Total: 6 point) Psychokinesis Telekinesis - Master Force Push Force Wound » Force Choke Telekinetic Combat - Novice (Total: 5 point) Protection Force Stealth (Total: 1 point) Environment Force Shock » Force Lightning » Chain Lightning » Force Storm Drain Life » Drain Force Deadly Sight Force Slow » Force Affliction Force Combustion » Force Destruction (Total: 11 point) Force Alchemy Metallurgy (Total: 1 point)
  13. Darth Sanguira

    「 ʙιᴏɢʀᴀᴘнʏ 」 Enemies At Home Newly created, the Hapes Consortium was unstable at best, the lifestyle of the women being filled with plotting; everyone longed to be of high-class status, to be part of the Consortium, to have power. Those that made up the lower classes were treated indifferently, having a hard life in ways different than those of higher classes. The most common practice was to order the assassination of someone if it meant you could advance your rank, your status. As an only child, it was a great honor she was chosen to enter the Consortium, but at the time, the decision came down to her and one other: Dali Ono. They were rivals, vying for the single available spot as a Consort to the Queen Mother, and it was not taken well by the other woman when Tae'el was chosen over her. Enslavement And Freedom Wanting the woman out of the way, wanting her to suffer, Dali Ono arranged for Tae'el to be kidnapped by pirates with the intention to sell her as a slave instead of simply having her assassinated. Using their night blindness to their advantage, the pirates invaded the Consortium, knocking the Hapan out in order to smuggle her to their ship and out of the Hapes cluster. With the disappearance of Tae'el, Dali Ono was given the once again available spot. Proving to be an issue for the kidnappers, the femme was constantly blindfolded so that all she could do was kick and thrash about, crying out for help while being pulled along by the chain leash connected to a collar that marked her as a slave for sale. While on an undercover mission, Kure Sideralis met a high ranking officer of the Black Sun organization at a slave auction on Tatooine. Tae'el happened to be one that was up for bid, and though she was good looking, she was fiesty to the point that she bit off a customer's finger when they went to "examine" her. This caused quite a ruckus, but it appealed to the Black Sun officer, and she bought the Hapan, gifting her to the man escorting her. How she was being treated had struck a cord in the male, and his facade quickly changed, chaos ensuing; fights broke out between owners and slaves and slavers, the near-human debating on making an escape but choosing - for an unknown reason - to stick around and remain at her "master's" side. Companionship Instant sexual tension and the butting of heads as both Kure and the Hapan tried to be the dominant of the two forced out common ground and appreciation for one another. They discovered through talking and shouting, threatening the other even, that both were raised in a Sith-like political world where one was never sure if they would live or die that day. Not only that, but both longed for revenge and power, each bringing out a darker side in their newfound comrade. Force Abilities It was out of spite for being treated as a slave, for being looked down upon despite being under cover with the man that brought out skill she never knew she had. Hating how she was constantly being shocked, how it made her body convulse, how it pained her slightly, the woman lashed out, but what leaped from her fingers was lightning, the electricity damaging herself and Kure. He gained a new respect for her, and she grew starved for more power, her hopes high of returning to the Consortium and lashing out at all who opposed her. Unfortunately, it would take training as since that moment she hadn't been able to bring out this Force Power again, for it had been a reactionof her pent up strong emotions at the given time. Only when she could find someone worthy to teach her would she be able to discover more hidden talent. As time went on, she sought a Master in order to advance and learn the ways of the Sith, the male that she stuck to teaching her, training her with what he knew, knowing she would need to show more potential, potential he saw, before a powerful enough person would take interest in her. As both advanced in their own ways, Kure caught the attention of the Emperor and became his right hand, the Emperor's Wrath. His old Master, a strong beautiful woman that headed the position of Sith Philosophy was Tae'el's choice to learn from, to become temporarily devoted to until she could surpass the other. However, in time, both the Emperor and his lover (Tae'el's potential Master) left without word, seeming to vanish. Tragedy And Joy By this time, the brunette was proving her worth during sparring sessions, her relationship with the male Sith becoming something true of heart, something deep that connected them. They lived together, Kure taking the female in as an apprentice of sorts, and they decided after one night to bond themselves in union with blood despite the risk of the Emperor discovering such a relationship (they had done this prior to his leave). It was as good as a wedding for her, and though she planned to use him still, part of her that longed to be loved had won out. The couple ended up with a child after a miscarriage in the earlier times, said miscarriage having been what it took to push the woman deep into the dark side through despair and fury. After a year apart while both Kure (or Darth Atrox as he became known) and Tae'el being hunted down, a Mandalorian acting as a protector and hosting the female in his home asfavor to her husband, the two were reunited, the Sith introduced to his daughter for the first time. He would need training, but there was pride that both parents shared, though their time of rest quickly ended as they set out for his new post as overseer of the Academy on Korriban. They had to be careful about keeping their daughter's presence hidden, the many Force Signatures there helping to mask Julith's own. Officially becoming Darth Atrox's apprentice, the Hapan was trained hard, and given trials to complete; in a tomb that called out to the female, the two battled through the dangers, the femme's prize being a new lightsaber of her very own and a crystal, not to mention a promotion. Christened Lord Sanguira, the woman ascended to Head of the Inquisition, a step forward on her path for the rule of the Empire. For now she would hunt light sided Sith and corrupt or kill them in the name of strengthening the Empire and her lover's domain. Master And Apprentice Having been disappointed in the acolytes the Academy had to offer, the woman delved into her work after sending her girl back to Mandalore to be in the care of Clan Black until she came of an age to be trained in the ways of the Sith. It was by pure chance that after much time, the brunette came across an alien no less, but one that had potential - at least the Mirialan, Bara Zaar, was a female, one of her only redeeming qualities. Beginning her time as a Master upon taking the other as an apprentice,Sanguira found herself fighting with her lover over teaching techniques and how to be a proper instructor. Needless to say, this stage of her life in the Empire brought much tension between her and Darth Atrox. Another, apprentice she had taken on in her spare time (what spare time she did manage to create) was also an alien - A'mari Sehrin. This particular female, even with being a xeno, was a fallen Jedi, one that Sanguira had the joyous opportunity to further break, to stick her claws into and bring her over as a faithful servant of the Dark Side. She has proven rather useful, strong in her own right, and thus the Kaar has kept her around. Whether the Togruta will rise in the future on her own or remain within the Hapan's clutches has yet to be seen, but for now there is one less Jedi out there, and the female has direct knowledge about the Republic's Jedi through A'mari. Legacy A couple years after the birth of her daughter, and shortly after her rise to Dark Council, Sanguira found herself with child once more. Fate was on their side, for though both herself and her beloved loved Julith, only a male could continue their lineage in all its glory - and a male was born. Unlike his sister, he was born in a proper facility, but with the declaration of war the new Emperor made to the Republic, the child was ushered away to the home of Clan Black. He was taken to immediately, of course, his name "Korvus" a hybrid in honor of his father and of Clan Black's leader Corey. Time passed, much keeping both Kaars busy. Still they found moments together, few and far between. One such moment resulted in the Hapan's fourth pregnancy since her blood bond with the Sith was made, only the woman became stubborn with this one. Despising having to hide away when showing a baby bump, locking herself away when at her most vulnerable, the brunette concealed the physical change with various robes, gowns that were strategically draped. She was a public figure, a diplomat with a silver tongue, and most of all a Sith in charge of the relationships between hired help and the Empire. This meant certain missions required observation, something she couldn't possibly do from her chambers. So on one of these excursions, a rather important one in fact, Darth Sanguira joined in the fun of retrieving a mask for Mand'alor. The team sent was well equipped, but had not a definite and proper leader, so she took charge much to the displeasure of many. Working alongside those she hired, those she sought to hire for the Empire's future bidding, the woman found herself facing quite the formidable foe on a volcanic moon that housed a Force Nexus. In order to overcome the strength of her opponent, in order to make sure all of her party would escape with their lives, Sanguira tapped into the Nexus without any thought of what that would do to the fetus in her womb. The baby came to term albeit a little premature. Darth Atrox was none too pleased with how reckless she had been, though his anger seemed to be shoved aside when the labor pains were shared through their bond, and her life was draining away. The infant, touched by such raw power from the Nexus, was unnaturally strong in the Force, and by rights should have died earlier on. Instead, she was clinging to life at the expense of her mother, and in order to save them both, Darth Atrox used the spirit he had trapped within himself. All three were weakened to a dangerous state, and the amount of lives exchanged for the mother and child had been many. Maegara, however, grew stronger each passing day in the incubator, but the baby had to be kept safe. She was an anomaly, one that fed on the Dark Side of the Force, and as much as Sanguira longed to have the infant with her at all times, it was impractical, so she was housed, protected within the confines of Darth Atrox's compound. Skills | Abilities | Talents A late bloomer in showing signs of Force capabilities, Sanguira found she had a deeper connection and knack for offensive skills, this suiting her well as her mindset was to strike down any that opposed her in some way. Not only that, but due to her lack of physical prowess, offensive Force skills that allow her to keep a distance, while defensive lightsaber skills that allow her to use the opponent's momentum against themself are ideal. Coupled with the training and building up of her people's martial arts,, the Kaar isn't one you wish to cross carelessly, always able to fight back in one way or another regardless of the situation at hand.
  14. Darth Sanguira

    Birth Name ▪ Tae'el Sith Name ▪ Sanguira Gender ▪ Female Species ▪ Hapan (Near-Human) Age ▪ Thirty Date Of Birth ▪ 3660 BBY Rank ▪ Sith Councilor | Kaar of Research Height ▪ Five-Foot, Six-Inches Weight ▪ One-Hundred, Twenty-Seven Pounds Eye Color ▪ Originally Storm-Grey, Now Fiery Gold-Orange Hair Color ▪ Originally Auburn, Now Dark Brown-Black Hair Style ▪ Wavy when left down, typically pinned up at back or top of her head. Physical Condition ▪ Slender and flexible, slightly toned limbs, her once toned abdomen now softened by the many pregnancies. Skin Color ▪ Pale Scars ▪ Cross-like shape scars on right brow, small short vertical scar across left brow. ▪ Personality ▪ Raised to have the mindset that women were dominant, that they had to be clever, had to make men think they were in charge when in reality it was the female, even to this day Tae'el feels men should be ruled by women. Whenever she sees a woman doing all a man bids, it gets her blood flowing, and she can't help but push her ideals onto the other, trying to "right inferior societies". Growing stronger in the ways of the Sith, appreciating tradition and culture, the woman enjoys the suffering of others, and is harsh in her teachings to those beneath her. She will trigger fear in anyone if given enough time, and enjoys using information to manipulate others to get what she wants. Loyal to those that help her, the femme makes for a good friend and companion despite her lack of knowledge and abilities when it comes to battle. Enemies beware, however, for she can harbor a grudge for a long period of time, and live her life for the sole purpose of gaining revenge. Not to mention Tae'el is vain to a fault, going so far as getting sick to her stomach when she sees those she deems as unattractive. She wishes death on all "ugly" beings. ▪ Inventory ▪ Shield Generator HUD Phrik Helmet Phrik Boots Phrik Chest Phrik Guantlets Shell Spider Silk Leggings Solari Crystal Barab Ingot Shock Hilt
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