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She was born a Zabrak but, after a freak accident, became what you see now. Born to a healer mother and a father who was a high-ranked Jedi, she had a simple but quiet childhood. As she grew older, she began to clash with her father. She wanted to fight and she relished her training sessions with her peers. At the tender age of 14, one of her clashes turned extremely violent leaving her father horribly wounded and her on the run. She found herself on Hutta fighting in the ring for whoever had the most coin. Life was great until, one day, her handler pissed off the wrong Hutt and she found herself on the other end of a slave collar bound for the slave pens of Korriban. Most would have given up under the harsh handling of the Overseers but she kept quiet and waited. It was on a particularly harsh day that the Force first moved within her. She was exhausted, sick, and ready to let herself fade into the darkness deep in the bowels of Marka Ragnos's tomb when, through blurred eyes, she saw a tall, dark, robed figure stop before her. The voice was deep, soft, but powerful and she could make out the tell-tale face tendrils of a Pure-blood beneath the hood of the deep violet robes. "Get up, Storcha... This is NOT your place.. Die on the ground like a DOG.. or stand up and TAKE what is yours." The world spun, then turned a deep, raging red.. the next thing she knew, the overseer who had shown her so much cruelty was laying beneath her, his body a barely recogniseable heap of broken, bloody, mangled flesh, in her hands, his own vibroblades. She stood then and walked straight into her destiny, her love, Ezyran Shadowhunter, a Bounty Hunter from Alderran, joining her soon after and forever afterwards, always at her side. She is all that embodies the Dark Side...War, pain, rage, passion... she is Sith.

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I have spent over a week and a half fighting this thing and, true to her nature, Storcha has proven to be a royal pain in my ass. lol That said, I finally decided ENOUGH was enough and present her to you, as is. The scene is my own rough interpretation of some slum in some far off place like Nar Shaddaa's underbelly of the underbelly or perhaps the underslums of Rishi.. There's nowhere she and Ezyran shy away from after all.

I want to say "thank you" to everyone who stuck with me through this thing and kept encouraging me when I was ready to give up. I love you guys, I really do. <3<3

Description
She was born a Zabrak but, after a freak accident, became what you see now. Born to a healer mother and a father who was a high-ranked Jedi, she had a simple but quiet childhood. As she grew older, she began to clash with her father. She wanted to fight and she relished her training sessions with her peers. At the tender age of 14, one of her clashes turned extremely violent leaving her father horribly wounded and her on the run. She found herself on Hutta fighting in the ring for whoever had the most coin. Life was great until, one day, her handler pissed off the wrong Hutt and she found herself on the other end of a slave collar bound for the slave pens of Korriban. Most would have given up under the harsh handling of the Overseers but she kept quiet and waited. It was on a particularly harsh day that the Force first moved within her. She was exhausted, sick, and ready to let herself fade into the darkness deep in the bowels of Marka Ragnos's tomb when, through blurred eyes, she saw a tall, dark, robed figure stop before her. The voice was deep, soft, but powerful and she could make out the tell-tale face tendrils of a Pure-blood beneath the hood of the deep violet robes. "Get up, Storcha... This is NOT your place.. Die on the ground like a DOG.. or stand up and TAKE what is yours." The world spun, then turned a deep, raging red.. the next thing she knew, the overseer who had shown her so much cruelty was laying beneath her, his body a barely recogniseable heap of broken, bloody, mangled flesh, in her hands, his own vibroblades. She stood then and walked straight into her destiny, her love, Ezyran Shadowhunter, a Bounty Hunter from Alderran, joining her soon after and forever afterwards, always at her side. She is all that embodies the Dark Side...War, pain, rage, passion... she is Sith.

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I have spent over a week and a half fighting this thing and, true to her nature, Storcha has proven to be a royal pain in my ass. lol That said, I finally decided ENOUGH was enough and present her to you, as is. The scene is my own rough interpretation of some slum in some far off place like Nar Shaddaa's underbelly of the underbelly or perhaps the underslums of Rishi.. There's nowhere she and Ezyran shy away from after all.

I want to say "thank you" to everyone who stuck with me through this thing and kept encouraging me when I was ready to give up. I love you guys, I really do. <3<3