Trying to keep everything short due to long history and I'm really hoping it doesn't get me into shit.
Name: Akrana Velris
Appearance: Akrana is only five foot five and with her sith corruption she looks like a ghost with red eyes. Every now and then her personality will go through an abrupt shift removing the corruption and making her look as plain as can be, minus the sith armor and lightsaber she carries around with her. Her red hair is cut down to the base of her neck and provides a stark contrast against the whiteness of her skin. Akrana’s body is considered curvy, and due her this she often carries around a second set of clothes specifically to seduce men, or women, into doing what she wants or getting information out of them.http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a46/So ... 747189.jpg
Creed: Sith Lord
Personality: To put it simply Akrana is insane in every sense of the word. She has a small issue with personalities switching back and forth between each other which tends to confuse some of the people she tends to socialize with. While one is dark, brutal, and wants nothing more to hunt down a singular jedi and torture him as long as possible before he dies, the other is sweet, energetic, and almost completely innocent, as if she has no idea what her other half has been doing whenever she has a ‘blackout’.
Her darker side enjoys the obvious things that a Sith would like. Torture, murder, expanding a power base her other enjoys the exact opposite. Dressing up, girly make overs, gossip, and something that most people would expect a sixteen year old girl would enjoy. However despite her feigned ignorance the more stable side, if you could call it that, knows everything that her other half has said and done, and nor is she happy about it.
Motivation: Vengeance, see backstory.
Class: Sith Assassin (Advanced from Inquisitor)
Color of Lightsaber: Purple
Type of lightsaber: Two Ended
Combat style: Double Bladed fighting style, Unarmed Combat
Force powers: Force Lightning, Force Shock, Force Cloak, Force Slow, Force Choke, and Force Insanity
History: The knives glimmered in the dim light as Akrana slid her hand gently over the metal blades. She hummed a pleasant tune quietly to herself as she picked up one of the tools that sat on the table. A small grin spread across her face as she poked the tip of the weapon, drawing her own blood but quickly wiping it on a stained rag. She enjoyed sharpening her tools every now and then, making the knives keen enough to slide through skin and bone effortlessly.
The man that she had in the chamber had woken up to a nasty surprise. He was bound to the far wall. Woe overwhelmed him as he stared at the half naked woman from across the way. The hum of engines echoed throughout the room, he was on a ship. The last thing this poor man remembered was passing out in Nar Shaddaa, now he was bound to a wall and staring at a topless woman who looked like a ghost.
“I’m looking for a Jedi, involved in slave trade,” she said quietly looking at him as she threw a knife at the wall. The vibroknife sunk into the metal wall easily, “and I don’t miss twice.”
A young girl ran through the fields of Alderaan giggling as her older brother chased her down. A neutral planet by most respects, however most of the servants and their families didn’t have much say in politics anyway. Akrana sprinted through the fields as Kelrik ran after her. He was calling for her to come back home, chores to be done, dinner to be eaten, but the girl didn’t listen, not yet. She wanted to show her brother something.
The older boy followed his sister into a small cave by a river and stopped dead the moment he saw what waited for him in that cave. “Look what I did!” Akrana shouted hopping up and down as she pointed to a stack of boulders hitting the ceiling. She was too young to understand exactly what she was doing, but her brother knew.
“We need to go, Akrana,” he said turning his back and walking out of the home as his face began to pale. Maybe if they were lucky the Jedi wouldn’t take his sister away from them. Unfortunately, for Akrana and her brother, something much sinister was in store for her.
“That’s too bad,” she said with a whine bending down in front of the man. She had thrown knives into both of his hands now, his blood was pouring down the wall. Akrana had her hands clasped and moved her arms back and forth, forcing her chest together. She was hoping a mixture of sex and pain would get the pazaak player to talk before she resorted to using the Force, “Most people usually cry before they piss themselves, I guess I’ll just have to remove that extremity so you don’t ruin any more of my robe,” she said, the growl escaping from her slowly.
He screamed as she ripped one of the vibroknives from his hands.
The little girl had matured into a young teenager by this point. Her hands clasped around the seat of her chair as she swung her legs back and forth. She was aggravated. Why did she have to be sent away with the Jedi? And these men certainly didn’t look like Jedi… and where had Kelrik gone?
“It’s for your own good, sweetie,” her mother said as she continued to pack Akrana’s clothing for her. “We don’t want you to be jailed for almost killing someone else.”
“I didn’t collapse anything on anyone, mother,” Akrana growled as she folded her arms. That of course wasn’t true. Her first ‘boyfriend’ had tried to force himself on her, and in response he felt a force of her own, pushing him back and almost collapsing a statue on the poor boy. Anger and lack of control, is one thing but Akrana had been watching holocrons from the libraries trying to teach herself to be a Jedi while most, if not all, were away fighting the Sith Empire. She was rare among force sensitives, trying to mold the power she had on her own without a master to guide her was making her dangerous to say the least.
“I’m sorry, honey, but… it was this or having you jailed, and I couldn’t bear to see you imprisoned,” she sighed and closed the trunk, handing it to her daughter. She knelt down looking at the aggravated Akrana and hugged her, “I’m going to miss you, sweetie, and don’t forget that I’ll always love you,” she said as she planeted a kiss on Akrana’s forehead. The teen didn’t quite understand that she was never going to see her family again, but her thoughts were clouded with anger.
The man had been screaming, pleading, for her to stop as the blade touched the skin of his genitals. Akrana froze keeping the pressure on as she glared up at him, “Tell me what I want to hear,” she said letting up slightly as she stared.
He took a moment to breath before speaking. “He played me in pazaak, used his mind tricks to cheat me,” the man wormed inside of the bindings as he looked down at her, “I’ve been having him tracked, he’s left Nar Shaddaa. I overheard him mentioning something about another shipment to one of the Hutts here.” He started weeping and Akrana started grinning, “Please don’t hurt me anymore, let me go.” He stared at her with tears rolling down his cheeks.
Akrana pressed the blade harder against his body, “Tell me where!”
Akrana sighed as she sat on the transport. The man who took her was not wearing traditional Jedi robes, nor did he carry around a lightsaber. It must have been sheer luck that got her this far without one of the masters on the planet sensing her. But as the ship docked and the door opened Akrana was greeted with a sight that her parents had never hoped her to see.
She was taken by the wrist and forced out of the ship and into what looked like a quarry. Men and women, young and old were being forced to work as slaves. She had fallen asleep on and off during her trip but she didn’t think that they had traveled to another planet, without anyway to tell time she wasn’t sure just how long she was in flight.
“This is a ripe one you brought,” one of the guards said grinning as Akrana walked by. Cat calls from the guards and mournful stares from the men and women filled Akrana with depression, she hung her head as she walked, wrists cuffed and occasionally being hit in the back with the butt of a gun to move faster. The men were taking her to be processed, to force her to be one of the workers, and possibly worse.
“You were one of the dancers in the club,” the man said as Akrana began to slide the top of her robe back onto her bare body. “You didn’t look so…”
“So corrupted?” Akrana finished the sentence and turned around. Her lightsaber flew to her hand from the table with the rest of the knives. He began to speak but closed his mouth as she placed the lightsaber on her belt. “Now that you’ve told me where Jedi Knight I’m after is I have no use for you anymore.” Akrana waved her hand, the restraints holding the man to the wall opening with ease. The engines continued to buzz as she dragged the severely wounded man through her ship. He was pleading for her to take him back to Nar Shaddaa but the Sith had something else in mind.
Akrana drug the man to the airlock and threw him inside. This particular pazaak player was in on quite a bit, as his bounty was up on the board, and slave trade was one of them. “Oh you’ll be going back to Nar Shaddaa as a bloated corpse.” Akrana didn’t care about slavery, it’s a slave’s own plight for letting their torment continue. If they could not break their chains then they were not worthy of freedom.
The man screamed as the door to the airlock closed and the outer door opened. She grinned as she watched the man get sucked into space. She wasn’t going to let some gambler possibly compromise her hunt.
Akrana was thrown into her cell for the night. Her clothes were torn and her body ached. It was another ‘party night’ at the barracks where the guards slept. After only three years Akrana’s mind began to snap and break. Three years on Balmorra, working as a slave, being raped almost nightly, she was tired of it.
Slowly Akrana rose in her cell, lightning beginning to crackle around her hands. During the nights she continued to practice her power over the force until she was caught and thrown in a separate cell from the other women. The young woman sent electricity through her shackles powerful enough to disintegrate them. The woman stepped forward and pushed the door from its hinges. Before she accepted her fate with a great depression, but after being beaten and raped she had had enough. The men thought she was broken, how very wrong they were.
As she stepped out of her solitary cell Akrana immediately began electrocuting the guards that stood in her path until their convulsing bodies ceased to move. Being short had its advantages, able to move from area to area almost unnoticed was a plus. As she came to the foreman’s tent she stopped, she could feel something in that tent, and heard the words of a man of high birth and quite the accent.
“I felt that you have a force sensitive on this disgusting rock, Foreman, and you will bring her to me immediately or I will carve up your entire camp personally,” The man sounded angry, full of hatred, but kept it check much more expertly than Akrana.
The foreman must have been playing his games with the man, “I simply have no idea what you’re talking about, my lord, but I doubt even you could stand up to my entire garrison.” That smug tone was in his voice as he spoke and the Sith’s power burst over Akrana but quickly faded.
“You’re right, I can’t stand up to men who are already dead,” the Sith turned to the tent flap and Akrana pulled away, “It’s alright, you may enter young one,” he said. Akrana stood up and stepped into the tent smiling as she watched the foreman’s smug smile vanish off his face, “Tell him what you’ve done to his men, and then tell him what you’re going to do to him.”
“I electrocuted every single one until their hearts exploded,” Akrana giggled afterwards as she stared at the man, “But for you, I’m going to fry your disgusting parts and make you feel every ounce of pain I can give you before you die.” The Sith smiled and held the man in place as Akrana lunged at him, electricity crackling in her hand.
The Fury class interceptor docked among the many ships that landed at the Imperial Fleet. She was going to find her Jedi Knight and use a bounty hunter to do it. All she had was a name, and all she wanted him. A hunter was easy to locate, simply go to the cantina. Of course the payment would be small too, just a location, no actual kill just capture. All they had to do was hunt down Jedi Knight and bring him back. Slowly she made her way to a table and sat down smiling rather pleasantly at the men who were sitting at the table.
There was no price too large for her, she would pay anything to find this man and rip him to pieces with her bare hands. She laid down the name and the reward, and a little extra if they could bring him back to her. The men left her table leaving her alone, tapping the tips of her fingers together. She was pleased. Her Jedi would be here, and she would torture and kill him.
Theme: I need two: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJtj79Xi33w
and I'll update it when I find the second.