Name: Chi, Darth Svandeni
Species: Human, with a few genetic modifications.
Sex: All female.
Height: 5 feet, 4 inches.
Weight: 126 lbs
Appearance: Short in stature, her body is lithe, but there is a well defined layer of muscles underneath. Her body curves in a way that makes it clear that she is female, and it often enough to stop people in their tracks, and earn stares from others. Her hair is black with a blue-ish undertone, and falls in many choppy layers with the longest just brushing the top of her shoulders, with bangs that sweep aside to the left. Her face is round, but has a hint of angles to it, while her lips are bow shaped. Her eyes are close set, cat shaped, framed in thick lashes, and the color of amethyst that bleeds into red towards the iris. Her skin is pale, soft, and marred by a myriad of various scars and tattoos. All of which are easily hidden beneath her clothing, except for a scar that travels halfway from one cheek, across the bridge of her nose, and to the other halfway point of her other cheek. Her ears are lined with a series of rings, and she also has a set of snakebite piercings and the bridge of her nose is pierced as well, though when on a mission or anticipating a fight, all piercings are absent to avoid having them ripped out.
When it comes down to the clothes that she wears, she can be found in revealing, and even scanty clothing that covers little, which she wears a black cloak over, with the inside of it lined with what looks to be blood red velvet.There are also points where dressing as such can be used as a distraction, so she seizes it whenever there is a call for such. When it comes down to business she reverts back to wearing her sith robes, as she does have an image to present, doesn’t she? A common place in all of this is the boots she wears, made of leather, solid black, and they lace all the way up their mid-calf length.
Equipment: Two lightsabers. The one that she uses the most is a staff that is around a foot and a half shorter than she stands, and when ignited, the blade glows a vibrant purple. She may have built it like that specifically, but she won’t tell. The second saber has an intricately designed hilt, and the blade is a forest green color when ignited. She also has several vibro daggers stored in various places on her being, along with a couple grenades, flash and not, because one never knows when it’s better to just blow stuff up and leave, then to actually fight, especially when everyone was going to end up dead anyway. She has a decent medkit on her ship, along with c case that holds various implements that look like they could be used for torture.
Vehicles: Aranea- Horizon-class star yacht. Sleek in design, this ship is not the typical color, but is instead black, with faint swirling of purple and red in the colors. It is rumored that it was done to reflect the color of her eyes. The ship itself, she came into possession of, shortly after she reached master rank. She claims that it was a gift from the head of a gambler’s den, but it is most likely that she… persuaded him into giving it to her. The insides of the ship are pretty much the same as they were when she got the ship, apart from splashes of muted color that come from the random pillow or blanket, or even dishes.
Occupation: Sith Master…. and she’s been known from time to time to smuggle some stuff for extra cash.
Personality: In one word she can be described as cold. She doesn’t think twice about ending someone’s life, and uses words, just as much as actions to hurt, harm, and destroy those around her. It’s said when she has something to accomplish, she will do just about anything to get it done. She’s not below using low blows and fighting dirty, and most definitely does not bat an eye at killing someone that stands in her way, or thwarts her plans. The only real time she seems to show real emotion is in the throngs of a fight. She revels in combat, and seems to come alive with taunts, and moves that goad those she opposes into getting angry, and making mistakes. Deadly mistakes, when around her. And one may notice that every once in awhile she twitches, most likely from one too many applications of sith lightning.
Skills: She has had an natural affinity for force powers, and will often rely on them as well in a fight, along with everyday things…. Like reaching the pesky things on the top shelves. She had to work to reach the point that she is at with her saber work, and it was a long road that ended with her on her butt many a times, as it did not come to her as easily as her connection with the force did. And as much as she will deny it, she still sometimes slips up when using her short handled saber, and instead seemed more proficient and well trained in using her saber staff.
Biography: She was born to a pair of poor farmers on Coruscant that made enough to survive off of and that was it. The first six years of her life was pretty uneventful, apart from the one summer a plague killed off all the crops, and her father left for the city to work and send money back to them. And Apart from all the little…. fires that seemed to crop up when Her little self’s emotions ran a little too high. Her parents didn’t realize it was because of her connection with the force, even at such a young age, but someone else did. In fact…. said someone showed up one day, and burned their farm to a crisp, stopping only to save her from the blaze, as if he had merely happened by when such a terrible thing was transpiring.
From there he spirited her away to his ship…. where all pretense of a rescue faded once they were on it. He promptly threw her in a cell, and took off. She was presumed to have died in the fire despite the fact that her remains were not found. It was easier to wrap it up like that.
It wasn’t long before she found that he went by the moniker Ron the Terrible. The first month or so in her captivity, she fought him as much as any five year old in an unfamiliar situation would fight…. before finally she accepted it. The first five years under him was filled with experimental serums and the like. The only ones that took hold were the ones that improved her strength (For such a tiny thing she can pack a punch), her speed and her connection with the force, which was already considerably stronger than what would be considered normal. When she reached the age of ten, he stopped with the experiments, happy with what his results were, and began…. training her. He focused mainly on finding out what talents she had with the force to begin with, then worked with her to develop them. Occasionally, he would shake things up with lightsaber training, but it was never often, or for very long… as there were many a time where she had to stop him and remind him that his lightsaber was… facing the wrong direction.
Eventually though, she scoured books and any other knowledge she could that involved lightsabers, and started building her first at sixteen. By the time she reached eighteen, she had built a lightsaber staff as well, and favored it more than her first, as she licked the style of fighting she had developed to use with it, and the reach that it offered, as it gave an advantage of reach that small people like her normally lacked.
At age twenty, Ron decided that she was ready enough for her trials, and put her through them. She passed, mostly because she was ready, but partly…. because she didn’t let Ron die when it came down to using lightsabers during her trials. Which was important to her at the time, as she wouldn’t get anywhere if her Master had managed to kill himself during her trials. She lingered around for a couple more years after that, before she decided that it was time for her to be on her own. And in the few years following that, climbed her way up to Sith Master… while leaving a trail of destruction and chaos. When people said her name, some flinched, while others cringed…. because well… bad news followed her like a plague.
With the Kelet War coming into fruition, she seized it as an opportunity to throw the galaxy into more chaos. Just like many of the others that participated in it, she left a trail of destruction with her name imprinted on it. despite the fact that it wasn’t truly…. clear what side she was fighting for. And maybe that’s just how she wanted it.
All of this leads up to the present, which is about three years after she came into being a master...