*Triumvirate Approved! _______________________________ CHARACTER SHEET Name: Syren, formerly Xia Cass Sex: Female Age: 26 (before entering stasis in 3929 BBY) Species: Human Homeworld: Coruscant Occupation: High Lord & Assassin of the Sith Empire Height: 5’8” Weight: 135 lbs Physical Attributes: Hair: Crimson, straight, falls to mid-back Eyes: Dark grey Skin: Pale, various scars Build: Lithe & toned Clothing: Syren will most often eschew traditional Sith attire for that which she is most comfortable and familiar with. Typical outfits would be black or of another dark color, fitted with various holsters as needed, a utility belt and boots. A long cloak with a deep cowl is worn on more formal or official occasions; otherwise she dons a separate hood or half mask when on mission. When necessary, she cleans up nice. Abilities: Most proficient with dual weapons, Jar’kai is her preferred lightsaber combat Form. Highly skilled in concealment and stealth and confrontation in close-quarters is a specialty. Force abilities are strong and efficient due to being raised and trained by a pair of former Jedi Knights. A more recently acquired skill has been the concoction and development of toxins and poisons which she studies with great interest. Weapons/Tools: Dual crimson-bladed lightsabers with hilts of identical design, worn one on each hip. Single 6-inch vibroblade taken from her Father, usually worn hidden in an inner-boot holster or exposed in a thigh holster. Formerly part of a set, its twin was lost during the Battle of Mortis in 155 ABY. Short sword with 24-inch blade discovered on New Moraband in 5 ABY and claimed as her own. Worn in a sheath that is harnessed across her back. Family: Roan Cass (Father) and Greer Cass (Mother). Both died 3938 BBY at the hands of their daughter. Associates: The Night Herald, Darth Haretisch, & Sith apprentice Aryan Graul, with whom she has recently formed a rather intimate bond with. Biography: Syren was born Xia Cass in the seedy lower levels of Coruscant to a pair of former Jedi Knights. Fleeing the Order in the aftermath of the Jedi Civil War, they were unable and unwilling to walk the repressed and narrow-minded path of the Jedi any longer. Roan and Greer Cass quickly married and turned away from all they knew to start a life and family together. The connection to the Force that Xia was born with was strong, one that her mother and father knew they wanted to train her to use without the constraints and limitations they felt they had while with the Jedi. They themselves had learned through various unknown means to walk the fine line between the paths of the light and of the dark. Knowing its advantages and dangers, they wished their daughter to have that same knowledge. As the small family began to move around the galaxy they sought out ancient teachings and dark artifacts of learning which would be eagerly devoured. Disciplined and a quick study, Xia was an ideal student. The years went by and when the young child moved into her teens, the formerly tight-knit family had drastically changed. Love had turned to hate, compassion to aggression. Both her parents had wavered from their precarious perch on the in-between and fallen prey to the allure of the dark side, but this was not what altered Xia’s course. She had always felt a pull towards the darkness, a calling, for as long as she could remember. It had dominated her path through life and was as if it had been a part of her since birth. She had willingly opened herself to the dark side well before her parents were fully aware. What truly tore her from her former life occurred during the waning years under her parent’s tutelage. While their limits were beginning to be seen Xia’s were nowhere in sight. The stronger and more powerful their daughter became, the more resentful, distrustful and violent her mother and father became towards her. An outsider would think this behavior and abuse warped the young girl into what she later became. What they would not know is that she had welcomed the dominating force of her parents and the pain that came with it. While they continued to be so singularly focused on themselves and their inferiority, her mother and father were unaware their offspring had realized she’d grown beyond them. Craving more than what they could offer, even what she knew that they kept from her, Xia saw that they were too foolish and weak to accomplish all that she felt she could with the right teachers. These she believed to be the Sith, the dark and powerful dark beings she always sought to learn more about. So Xia played their game until she was ready. That time came one night on some unremarkable Mid Rim planet. A mysterious voice called out to her through her own thoughts, nudging her to make her move. Assuming this was her conscience Xia did not think twice about its command. She did not love her parents, had not in quite some time and severing what was left of this familial attachment was a necessary final step to set her on her intended course. As her father slept, she drove one of his own vibroblades into his chest. His eyes flew open in the split second it took her to pierce his heart, calling on the Force to shove the short blade in past the hilt to reach the vital organ. His gaze connected with their match in her stormy-grey glare that quickly coated over with a yellow tint. She drank in the pure terror that bled from him and was quickly followed by his death. This unleashed such a rush of dark passion that nearly undid her; it had been her first kill, her first step wholly on her own and now… she felt free. Her senses heightened to a new level, Xia was not unaware of her mother standing a short distance away. The anger and rage pulsating off of the evil shell that had once been Greer Cass flowed in heavy waves through the Force. These Xia turned inward, quickly filling a previously unknown void. Burning with the feverish afterglow of her father’s death she then turned her gaze on the older woman and tossed the bloodied vibroblade aside. Reaching for her dual lightsabers, the very weapons her mother had shown her how to construct, she steeled herself for a fight. In the end she overestimated what was left of her true abilities and took her down after only a few violent clashes of their blades. As she stood above the bodies of her parents Xia Cass was cast aside and Syren was born. Used as an insult by her mother that insinuated her daughter was deceptive, treacherous, and deceitful, she chose Syren as her new identity out of spite and out of pride. Her mother had been right after all and now she owned her true self in more ways than one. Feeling extreme satisfaction, excitement and other things she did not yet understand but yearned to, she had a hunger to learn all she possibly could about the dark side. She knew there was so much more than the meager amount of knowledge she learned from her parents. Setting her sights on finding the Sith, Syren began travelling the galaxy and honing her skills as best she could on her own. She also began taking on one-off jobs as a killer-for-hire. It was during this time in her late teens and early 20’s that she became quite experienced in the art of stealth and concealment which transformed her into a formidable assassin. The mysterious voice that urged her to murder her parents would return at random and follow wherever she went, often times directing her to her next location. It became a part of her and oddly enough, one she never dared to question. Just after she turned 22, Syren stumbled upon a lone bounty hunter named Liev. After trying to push off his rather persistent advances and urgings that they should work together, he eventually wore her down and they embarked on a partnership and romantic relationship in the years that followed. Always keeping him at arm’s length but recognizing her true feelings, it was a confusingly passionate time in her life. One that led her to one of the darkest places she had yet been. In the year 3929 BBY, after an unexpected betrayal that saw Liev attempt to collect a bounty that had been placed on Syren, it was revealed he had willingly manipulated and deceived her only wanting that which would have meant her death. In the midst of a final showdown that had quickly escalated into a mad bloodbath, she willed herself to spare him, her love and companion. But the voice returned in earnest then, almost possessing her. It was enough to send her over the edge of her rage and Liev was no more. Immediately following this moment of forced but warranted vengeance, Syren followed an otherworldly pull to the ice planet of Hoth. She had no idea why she was there but the voice guided her to a hidden temple of mysterious origin. Moving into its depths and through labyrinthine pathways she came upon a door that allowed no further progress. Turning to leave the way she had come, the young woman became stuck when she found that path now blocked. Faced with certain death, she knew her only chance at survival was to enter one of the stasis pods that were within the sealed chamber. So she did as she must, not knowing whether she would ever wake again. ~ In 155 ABY, Syren was awoken. Freed by a small group of Sith that was led by Darth Kralkus, they were on a mission to retrieve the ancient Eye of Hoth that was buried within the temple. Upon regaining consciousness, she had no recollection of how she came to be in stasis, why she had come to the planet and for exactly how long she had been asleep. Nonetheless she assisted in the retrieval of the Sith’s prized jewel and travelled with them to Moraband. Upon her arrival at the Sith Temple Syren was quickly apprenticed to High Lord Arach, a fellow assassin. The two young women formed a small, strong bond but had little time to spend together before their home was attacked. While emerging victorious, her Master vanished shortly after under unknown circumstances. It was then that Syren’s missing memories were filled in sparingly when it was revealed that she had a personal connection to the evil Left-Handed Lord, Typhojem; the very God that the Empire was tasked with stopping. He had been the voice whispering in her ear, He had been the voice pushing her in a predetermined direction, and He had pulled her to Hoth to break one of the seven seals to secure His release. Travelling to Mortis, she took Lady Arach’s spot as a third of the Key, those with the power to lock Typhojem away for good. Their mission went awry and resulted in her temporary death at the hands of the Night Herald of the Sith, Darth Haretisch. Briefly locked away in Chaos with several of her comrades, Syren came face-to-face with the Left-Handed Lord himself. Through sheer will to live and the aid of the Emperor-turned-God, she was given life again only to realize that there was no true escape from Him and imminent destruction. Through a dangerous ritual enacted by the Triumvirate, she along with the remainder of the Sith Empire were able to flee His reach and leap over space and time itself. Wrenched from one era to another yet again, Syren now finds herself a newly-christened High Lord and Lieutenant of the very Dark Lord who had taken her life on Mortis. It is a time of adjustment to newfound power and responsibility, of regaining trust and working in the shadows, of figuring out where she stands in this rebuilding of loyalties and structure. Of truly understanding what it means to be Sith. For Syren, this is when her life really begins anew. Class: Assassin Prestige Class: Stalker Level: 9, High Lord Tier I Skills: (14) Force Push/Pull Force Shock Force Drain Tutaminis Force Choke Affect Mind Force Stealth Force Rage Fear Ignite Chill Meditate Eye of Madness Concoction Tier II Skills: (11) Force Wave Force Lightning Force Barrier Force Wound Probe Mind Conceal Essence Mind Shard Immolate Freeze Force Sight Touch of Chaos Tier III Skills: (5) Force Avalanche Force Kill Force Illusions Art of the Small Dark Orbs SHIP PROFILE THE ARAE Classification: Victory I-Class Star DestroyerLength: 900 Meters Armament: Standard Consumables: 4 years Crew: 4,798 (402 gunners) Complement: Varying TIE ships, some troop transports and AT-STs. Passengers: 2,040 troops Hyperdrive Equipped: Yes Description: No special add-ons or personal touches, just a simple combination of incredible firepower and fighter support. Syren will hand the reigns over to an officer more capable in the ways of military command and tactical understanding until she gains more knowledge and experience in such matters. However, she is aware and readily accepts the fact that while she may allow others to guide her ship, she is the one with ultimate control.