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Description

Basics
Full Name: Tharax (Formally, slave 559)
Status: Sith Knight
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Sexual Orientation: Pan
Occupation: Hunter & Tracker

Light Saber
Crystal: common
Colour: Red
Type: Long Hilt
Extra:
+Tharax's blade has a disruptive crystal emitter giving it it a broken and ferocious effect. Unlike most lightsaber when it makes contact it creates a much brighter light, louder noise and a spray of sparks for intimidating effect. However this makes the blade less precise, you're more likely chop someone's half clean off than try to cut their blaster in two.

+ Along the length of the hilt is a Mandlorian steel guard, a sharp blade can be used as a physical weapon in short range combat and can be used to block lightsaber attacks for a short period of time.

+ The hilt has a divider in the middle and although the second half of the hilt is un-usable these still suit as small bladed weapons.

Detailed image:

Personality
Aggressive | Chaotic | un-hinged | Obsessive | Loyal | obedient | Curious

Tharax is far from a stable individual, after years of torture, slavery and subjugation at the hands of her twisted and demented slave master left her broken and emotionally damaged. The most obvious result of this is her over eagerness to fantasies and obsess over the smallest of thing, seeing a soft smile as an act of love and a moody glimpse as an act of war at the drop of a hat, giving her an unstable pit of emotion with a vast fury of chaotic power. This makes her dangerous, erratic and unpredictable and in many occasions won't act upon logic or reasoning as she reacts out of emotion over any sort of positive thinking. Tharax isn't completely without peace, in the calm and safe environment, she is actually fairly quiet, due to her upbringing she has a 'speak when spoken to' attitude and an ungodly sense of loyalty to her allies and submissive to authoritative figures, almost to the point where manipulating her is ridiculously easy. In short Tharax is a savage attack dog, wild and dangerous who needs to be kept on a very short leash, but if you know the right way to scratch her behind the ears she will become your best friend and a useful tool of destruction.

History
+ Early years +
Not a lot is recalled about Gems early life. What her parents looked like, where she use to live, even the name given to her before her slave master re-named her 'gem', all she knows is that she grew up on a small settlement in the badland of Tatooine, that she had a mother and a father and no other siblings. She must have been around 4 when her home was raided in a bloody massacre and the last memory etched into the back of her head was watching her parents being burnt alive in front of her very eyes

At the end of the raid, her attackers rounded up everyone still alive and shipped them to the slave trade, from scrubbing floors to being bartered like cattle, the following years were a rough and confusing time for her, but it went further down hill when she met the likes of Sarvo Kuulet.
+ Slave life +
Sarvo Kuulet was a very wealthy slave merchant who had close ties to the Hutts families and their wealth, he was a dangerous, arrogant man who got everything he wanted with very few people to tell him otherwise and her new master. The first few years weren't terrible, she was Beaton from time to time if she misbehaved but she was taken care of by her fellow slaves, and part of the upbringing allowed her to learn and speak the common tongue, and gain a basic education. It was rather confusing to her why she was singled out and catered in this way, she almost admired him for what he gave to her for a time, at least until she came of age, then Sarvo's particular interest in young women became terribly clear to her. She wasn't the only one either, Sarvo had a whole range of Concubine, mistress's and women in his life, all young, all prey to his power.

They were easily identified by the black robes they wore out in public. To him they were his property, any time he had clients or would take them into the cities they would wear the black robes to hide the beauty he owned. It was rather cruel given the heat, the thick black cloth made clothing an impossible in that heat and resulted in them wearing very little which left many of them humiliated, it suited mr Kuulet fine. It was a common theme as he'd manipulate and give them unreasonable options that only catered to his wants and kept them on a constant edge of fear and worry.
+ The darker years +
As unpleasant as life was it only got worse as she turned to a young adult turned from an object of his pleasure to a subject of his horrific desires, like many of the girls there she was to be part of his twisted games. A common past time was randomly picking a slave and throwing them against one of the numerous beasts to fight to the death. He liked to see pretty little things break, to see which one was strong and bold enough to actually handle themselves. It was only mere luck that she survived being thrown into a pit with a beast first time, but the more she survived more she brought attention to herself, and was opened up to a much darker side.

To keep his 'surviving beast' perfect he had orchestrated some 'enhancements', starting with organ transplants breeding warriors of similar races and blood type and have their organs implanted in hers, it was a horrific process but her health did improve even if the pain was unbearable and left her feeling void and empty. Following this was rigorous days of exercise until she'd be so exhausted she'd collapse after ‘training’, keeping at the peak of fitness so she could still remain 'beautiful' and athletic.

The last of the planned changes were her eyes, Sarvo had a keen love for Red Gems, he’d describe them as 'drops of blood' and litter his home and women with them. A constant criticism was how 'imperfect' her deep brown eyes were, how she deserved to have beautiful eyes, before out of the blue pinning her down and gouging her own eyes out when he felt she was 'ready' for this gift. After that horrific experience, she was fitted with red prosthetic optics and christened by her new name 'gem', never forgetting that feeling of being so vulnerable, so scared and in such peril.

She was reaching the breaking point, the beatings, the ‘improvements’, the fighting pits and training, it was hard to remember what made her snap, maybe it was watching him groom the new girls or the way he threw one into the pit to be mauled to death, but she finally lashed out against him, only a slap with the back of her hand ... but it was a fatal move. In response she was sent away as he kept his calm and daunting manner, waiting for her to fall asleep before having her drugged and surgically removing her arm, replacing it with a clunky half broke prosthetic one ... to him she was no longer his perfect little Gem, just a new beating toy. Things actually got a little better because of it, she was no longer in the limelight and been replaced with a someone younger and more fragile, but it was during this time of peace that she noticed ... change, when she realized she had a connection she couldn't explain, that at the brink of her limits she had something ... there with her, the force.

+ Liberation +
It started out as a joke among her fellow slaves that one of them was some sort of master sith who could one day set them free, or the Jedi would come and free time, it was their tale they told themselves to keep spirits high, but Gem knew that it wasn't a far off dream. It was a powerful feeling of hope, and over the years of trial and error, she eventually managed to home something useful, grasping a tight block of energy around the wind pipe of one of the guards before sparing their lives less she get caught.

By the age of 20 she was positive that she was a force user, and that with her basic fighting skill she could escape, she had her liberation in the palm of her hand. She waited patiently until she was summoned to kill another one of his beasts, but instead turn on her master with new found vigor. It was a spectacle to behold watching her reach up and fling him across the room, to pin him against the wall and clench her fist tightly as if she pinning his head against the wall. Her power had peeked into something strong, using all her anger and malice for what this man had done to her, to crush him until his head burst against the back wall of his lavish home and painting them ruby red with his blood. After the bloody struggle among slaves and guards Sarvo's home was liberated from its masters and now belonged to its slaves.

They were all finally free. After their liberation Gem left her ‘home’, left behind its terrible memories and her fellow sisters for something much greater, she now had this power to shape her life to whatever she desired. All she had to go on where stories and tale of sith and their teachings and some stupid belief that was where she was meant to be.

+ Sith +
Many years after leaving the halls of her slave master, Tharax found herself working alongside smugglers, bounty hunters, and pirates, as her skills in combat and her savage nature suited her to a mercenary lifestyle, murdering and assassinating her way to a simple sum of wealth. The young women traveled far across the galaxy, spending countless credits in her quest to find the sith. It was only through happenstance that she ran into Lord Raef, traveling by a pirate group who foolishly thought they could take the sith lord and his ship, only after boarding the ship and discovering what they were tangling with did Tharax turn on her fellow pirates, brutally slaughtering them in hope to appease the sith lord. It was a foolish move and incredibly reckless but her force presence was enough to appease the lord and become a recruit of the order.
From there day in and day out Tharax mercilessly trained, the gift of this power was a luxury she did not take or granted, even during the late stages of her training Tharax spent sleepless nights until her body could no longer stand to prove herself. Thankfully in time her endless training and unwavering dedication paid off, being granted the title of sith Knight as a savage tool of the sith.

Extra
- On missions and in public Tharax will wear a disk-like head dress (see in app) called a 'concubine robe'. When she is not wearing this in the usual manner she wraps it around her torso and wears the disk on her back (see image bellow). This disk though fashionably cunning is made of a thick steal, able to endure a short barrage of blaster fire like a shield.

- Tharax also has a under outfit leotard she usually wears during training, with complimentary 'none lethal' training arm'.

Description

Basics
Full Name: Tharax (Formally, slave 559)
Status: Sith Knight
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Sexual Orientation: Pan
Occupation: Hunter & Tracker

Light Saber
Crystal: common
Colour: Red
Type: Long Hilt
Extra:
+Tharax's blade has a disruptive crystal emitter giving it it a broken and ferocious effect. Unlike most lightsaber when it makes contact it creates a much brighter light, louder noise and a spray of sparks for intimidating effect. However this makes the blade less precise, you're more likely chop someone's half clean off than try to cut their blaster in two.

+ Along the length of the hilt is a Mandlorian steel guard, a sharp blade can be used as a physical weapon in short range combat and can be used to block lightsaber attacks for a short period of time.

+ The hilt has a divider in the middle and although the second half of the hilt is un-usable these still suit as small bladed weapons.

Detailed image:

Personality
Aggressive | Chaotic | un-hinged | Obsessive | Loyal | obedient | Curious

Tharax is far from a stable individual, after years of torture, slavery and subjugation at the hands of her twisted and demented slave master left her broken and emotionally damaged. The most obvious result of this is her over eagerness to fantasies and obsess over the smallest of thing, seeing a soft smile as an act of love and a moody glimpse as an act of war at the drop of a hat, giving her an unstable pit of emotion with a vast fury of chaotic power. This makes her dangerous, erratic and unpredictable and in many occasions won't act upon logic or reasoning as she reacts out of emotion over any sort of positive thinking. Tharax isn't completely without peace, in the calm and safe environment, she is actually fairly quiet, due to her upbringing she has a 'speak when spoken to' attitude and an ungodly sense of loyalty to her allies and submissive to authoritative figures, almost to the point where manipulating her is ridiculously easy. In short Tharax is a savage attack dog, wild and dangerous who needs to be kept on a very short leash, but if you know the right way to scratch her behind the ears she will become your best friend and a useful tool of destruction.

History
+ Early years +
Not a lot is recalled about Gems early life. What her parents looked like, where she use to live, even the name given to her before her slave master re-named her 'gem', all she knows is that she grew up on a small settlement in the badland of Tatooine, that she had a mother and a father and no other siblings. She must have been around 4 when her home was raided in a bloody massacre and the last memory etched into the back of her head was watching her parents being burnt alive in front of her very eyes

At the end of the raid, her attackers rounded up everyone still alive and shipped them to the slave trade, from scrubbing floors to being bartered like cattle, the following years were a rough and confusing time for her, but it went further down hill when she met the likes of Sarvo Kuulet.
+ Slave life +
Sarvo Kuulet was a very wealthy slave merchant who had close ties to the Hutts families and their wealth, he was a dangerous, arrogant man who got everything he wanted with very few people to tell him otherwise and her new master. The first few years weren't terrible, she was Beaton from time to time if she misbehaved but she was taken care of by her fellow slaves, and part of the upbringing allowed her to learn and speak the common tongue, and gain a basic education. It was rather confusing to her why she was singled out and catered in this way, she almost admired him for what he gave to her for a time, at least until she came of age, then Sarvo's particular interest in young women became terribly clear to her. She wasn't the only one either, Sarvo had a whole range of Concubine, mistress's and women in his life, all young, all prey to his power.

They were easily identified by the black robes they wore out in public. To him they were his property, any time he had clients or would take them into the cities they would wear the black robes to hide the beauty he owned. It was rather cruel given the heat, the thick black cloth made clothing an impossible in that heat and resulted in them wearing very little which left many of them humiliated, it suited mr Kuulet fine. It was a common theme as he'd manipulate and give them unreasonable options that only catered to his wants and kept them on a constant edge of fear and worry.
+ The darker years +
As unpleasant as life was it only got worse as she turned to a young adult turned from an object of his pleasure to a subject of his horrific desires, like many of the girls there she was to be part of his twisted games. A common past time was randomly picking a slave and throwing them against one of the numerous beasts to fight to the death. He liked to see pretty little things break, to see which one was strong and bold enough to actually handle themselves. It was only mere luck that she survived being thrown into a pit with a beast first time, but the more she survived more she brought attention to herself, and was opened up to a much darker side.

To keep his 'surviving beast' perfect he had orchestrated some 'enhancements', starting with organ transplants breeding warriors of similar races and blood type and have their organs implanted in hers, it was a horrific process but her health did improve even if the pain was unbearable and left her feeling void and empty. Following this was rigorous days of exercise until she'd be so exhausted she'd collapse after ‘training’, keeping at the peak of fitness so she could still remain 'beautiful' and athletic.

The last of the planned changes were her eyes, Sarvo had a keen love for Red Gems, he’d describe them as 'drops of blood' and litter his home and women with them. A constant criticism was how 'imperfect' her deep brown eyes were, how she deserved to have beautiful eyes, before out of the blue pinning her down and gouging her own eyes out when he felt she was 'ready' for this gift. After that horrific experience, she was fitted with red prosthetic optics and christened by her new name 'gem', never forgetting that feeling of being so vulnerable, so scared and in such peril.

She was reaching the breaking point, the beatings, the ‘improvements’, the fighting pits and training, it was hard to remember what made her snap, maybe it was watching him groom the new girls or the way he threw one into the pit to be mauled to death, but she finally lashed out against him, only a slap with the back of her hand ... but it was a fatal move. In response she was sent away as he kept his calm and daunting manner, waiting for her to fall asleep before having her drugged and surgically removing her arm, replacing it with a clunky half broke prosthetic one ... to him she was no longer his perfect little Gem, just a new beating toy. Things actually got a little better because of it, she was no longer in the limelight and been replaced with a someone younger and more fragile, but it was during this time of peace that she noticed ... change, when she realized she had a connection she couldn't explain, that at the brink of her limits she had something ... there with her, the force.

+ Liberation +
It started out as a joke among her fellow slaves that one of them was some sort of master sith who could one day set them free, or the Jedi would come and free time, it was their tale they told themselves to keep spirits high, but Gem knew that it wasn't a far off dream. It was a powerful feeling of hope, and over the years of trial and error, she eventually managed to home something useful, grasping a tight block of energy around the wind pipe of one of the guards before sparing their lives less she get caught.

By the age of 20 she was positive that she was a force user, and that with her basic fighting skill she could escape, she had her liberation in the palm of her hand. She waited patiently until she was summoned to kill another one of his beasts, but instead turn on her master with new found vigor. It was a spectacle to behold watching her reach up and fling him across the room, to pin him against the wall and clench her fist tightly as if she pinning his head against the wall. Her power had peeked into something strong, using all her anger and malice for what this man had done to her, to crush him until his head burst against the back wall of his lavish home and painting them ruby red with his blood. After the bloody struggle among slaves and guards Sarvo's home was liberated from its masters and now belonged to its slaves.

They were all finally free. After their liberation Gem left her ‘home’, left behind its terrible memories and her fellow sisters for something much greater, she now had this power to shape her life to whatever she desired. All she had to go on where stories and tale of sith and their teachings and some stupid belief that was where she was meant to be.

+ Sith +
Many years after leaving the halls of her slave master, Tharax found herself working alongside smugglers, bounty hunters, and pirates, as her skills in combat and her savage nature suited her to a mercenary lifestyle, murdering and assassinating her way to a simple sum of wealth. The young women traveled far across the galaxy, spending countless credits in her quest to find the sith. It was only through happenstance that she ran into Lord Raef, traveling by a pirate group who foolishly thought they could take the sith lord and his ship, only after boarding the ship and discovering what they were tangling with did Tharax turn on her fellow pirates, brutally slaughtering them in hope to appease the sith lord. It was a foolish move and incredibly reckless but her force presence was enough to appease the lord and become a recruit of the order.
From there day in and day out Tharax mercilessly trained, the gift of this power was a luxury she did not take or granted, even during the late stages of her training Tharax spent sleepless nights until her body could no longer stand to prove herself. Thankfully in time her endless training and unwavering dedication paid off, being granted the title of sith Knight as a savage tool of the sith.

Extra
- On missions and in public Tharax will wear a disk-like head dress (see in app) called a 'concubine robe'. When she is not wearing this in the usual manner she wraps it around her torso and wears the disk on her back (see image bellow). This disk though fashionably cunning is made of a thick steal, able to endure a short barrage of blaster fire like a shield.

- Tharax also has a under outfit leotard she usually wears during training, with complimentary 'none lethal' training arm'.