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Character Name: Vasja Tharask | "The Heir of Kallig"
Character Journal: unchained_rage
Canon: Star Wars: The Old Republic (malleable PC)
Canon Point: Sith Inquisitor storyline, end of Chapter 2, just after her second confrontation with Darth Thanaton and first learning of her sickness.
Canon Building:
The headquarters of the Screaming Blades, a small cult she gained on the planet of Nar Shaddaa, and the one place outside of her ship where Vasja actually finds herself comfortable in. The building itself, while small and nondescript (at least by the flashy standards of Nar Shaddaa), is brightly lit and very roomy inside, with several rooms used to house, teach, and train her cultists. Obviously none of them will follow the building to the city, but if she could keep minor things like their stash of medical supplies, training weapons they keep to practice with, and some clothing and equipment Vasja's been keeping there over time, that would be awesome.
History:
Wiki page goes here and contains spoilers for the completed Sith Inquisitor storyline.
* As she's still only from Chapter 2, she still hasn't earned and isn't known by her Darth title. While the events of the history covered on the page fit with how Vasja has been played so far, none of the events listed in the wiki's personality section are the same choices made in Vasja's playthrough, so that shouldn't be taken into account. Just for clarification.
Personality:
First and foremost to know about Vasja is that she is Sith. Even if she was only raised to such very recently, it's a role she's quickly found herself growing into, with all the arrogance and selfish self-importance that comes with it.
She's cruel, and brutal, and prone to falling into sadistic tendencies such as shocking anyone who should displease her, to pull information from them, or just to make a point. When given the choice between bringing in someone the Empire wants either dead or alive, she'll often default to killing the person in question, with the assumption that she's saving everyone that much more trouble in the future. She may walk a fine line between wanting to serve the Empire as best as she can and wanting to merely indulge in the new freedom she's been allowed, but despite her occasional impulses, and her tendencies to let her emotions get the better of her judgment, she does try to do what she thinks would serve the Empire best in the end, and generally trusts that most of her fellow Sith do the same.
Trust isn't exactly a luxury that most Sith should allow themselves to indulge in, though, and this was a lesson that Vasja found herself learning the hard way. One master has tried to kill her, in order to steal her body and her power. Her master's master then tried to do the same, to eliminate her as a threat outright. She's been betrayed and stabbed in the back more times than she can keep track of, and there's only so long that a person can continue to trust those around her before the continued betrayals lead to a growing paranoia.
She will use up people as she needs and then cast them aside when she's through, and she's even more than willing to break her word if it will help her to get her what she wants in the end- an example can be seen when she borrows the personal assassins of a Darth on Taris, with the promise that she would only use them to flush a young Jedi padawan she was looking for out of hiding. Once that was done, however, Vasja then convinced the padawan that the assassins she had just been saved from couldn't be left to live, convinced the other girl to murder them all in a rage, just to further Vasja's manipulation and corruption of her. And when she continues to pull stunts like this, it isn't a wonder why Vasja has so few allies in her fellow Sith.
But as Vasja has been born and raised as a slave, there's still an inherent kindness to her, odd as that may sound. She still hasn't fully grasped the concept that as a Sith lord, she's very much entitled to take what she wants, whatever she wants, and in Imperial society is even expected to. Despite these expectations and even occasional urgings from her peers, she's still very reserved in that area. Sure, she's not afraid to make demands of others, but only for what happens to suit her needs for the mission at the moment. Receiving gifts from others, something she's never really experienced before, still fills her with a childish excitement, and every gift she gets is treasured and safely tucked away, rather than used. Cruel and brutal as she can be, she's still protective of, and even surprisingly caring to the few people she becomes fond of enough to trust. She doesn't treat them as minions, or subordinates, or toys, but as genuine friends, though they may not think the same and she would never admit to it herself.
Another sign of her past slavery that still lingers is her habit to become deferential, and even submissive to her perceived superiors. The blind loyalty she once showed to her former master Darth Zash would have had Vasja do anything and everything to serve and please the woman. For many other Sith, especially those that show her civility and kindness, she still finds herself looking up to them, watching what they say and what they do and trying to emulate them, and general uses them as a template on how to really be a Sith. Sometimes they don't even have to be Sith for this to happen. Why? In part, this comes from the still deep seated view in the Empire that next to humans and pureblood sith, all other alien species are inferior. And while this has never kept her from getting into trouble with those she's been taught are wholly superior to her, both during her slavery and now, she still listens and learns from them whenever she can, know that working hard and proving herself to them, proving that she can be just as powerful and cunning as any one of them, is the only way to overcome her own natural disadvantages. Because she does fully believe that, as a Rattataki - another worthless alien in the eyes of the Empire, no matter how close to human she may look -, she is naturally disadvantaged. Growing up surrounded by Imperial views and propaganda her whole life, she's grown up to accept them herself.
And she's still growing. That may be the most important thing about her. She's only been a Sith for such a short amount of time, was suddenly shoved into a life of power and incredible responsibilities before she had a chance to try and get a handle on either. Because of this, she's still very naive about how the world of Sith and their petty politics, and still holds an innocence despite her brutal nature. She's a child still trying to figure out her place in a world that used to be nothing more than fantastic stories for her, and settling into the actual reality of it is slowly starting to take its toll on her.
Imported Character History: N/A
Powers/Abilities:
Force Manipulation
The way she can use the force to manipulate and twist the flow of air comes off looking very similar to a limited form of telekinesis, as she can lift people and objects into order to incapacitate or throw them back.
Vasja can also use the force to shield both herself and others, and can also use it to cloak herself, as if using an advanced form of the usual persuasive abilities to allow people's eyes to slide right off of her, essentially making her invisible to anyone who isn't looking for her too closely.
Force Lightning
Yeah, that force lightning. The ability to take the power of the force and turn is into an electrical charge she can use to shock, stun, or completely paralyze her opponents. Vasja can charge her lightsaber with the same electrical current, and even her own body, able to release the built up energy to knock back everyone around her.
Force Persuasion
"These are not the droids you're looking for." "....these aren't the droids we're looking for." As a general rule, persuasion only works on those weak of mind. And certain species seem to be completely immune to it, especially those out in the Hutt system.
Force-Walking
Force-walking is the rare ability to combat and bind the souls of long dead force users, and in chaining their spirits to her own Vasja is able to tap into their power, both to supplement her own and to shield her from the powers of others. However, this power comes at a price. She has already bound four powerful Sith ghosts to herself in rapid succession, and that much combined power is too much for someone so inexperienced to be able to handle. Her body is actually beginning to deteriorate, the spirits slowly killing her from the inside out unless she can find or create a cure.
And for some further information of the specific abilities she's able to use in game, here are lists of the class abilities she trains in, and her skill tree for where her general strengths are. She's not much of a physical fighter, with her lightsaber skills actually being sub-par for a lord of the Sith, but her nearly unparalleled power in the force is where her skills truly are.
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Just to show a couple different sides of a Sith.
Third Person Sample:
She was supposed to be the prodigy. Maybe she wasn't the most graceful with a lightsaber, and maybe she didn't have much in the way of physical strength, but power she had in spades, and power enough to not just rise from slave to sith, but from slave to lord. All on sheer power alone.
"Higher!"
But coming into power purely by chance meant very little against someone who had been raised with, trained with, and primed with it their entire life.
"I said get those arms up higher!"
Vasja shoved her lightsaber high, far up as she could to be able to block the constant barrage of heavy blows, the muscles in her arms screaming as she tried to parry, to deflect, to break her way through everything that Jayari rained down on her. But the warrior had just as much power as she did, and raw strength and years more experience besides, and it was all Vasja could do to keep the larger girl from taking her head clean off. Fight for your life even in practice, she'd said back when they had started the little routine, because once you're out there everyone else will try to take it.
Zash taught her that once, too. Zash taught her first, and Zash taught her well, but Zash only ever taught her what Zash didn't already excel at herself. And that was why Zash had tried to....
That single thought was all it took.
Her vision blurred, an increasingly familiar wetness stinging at the corners of her eyes. That was what made her stumble. In the half-second that followed she heard her lightsaber clatter across the other side of the cargo hold, felt a crushing pain blossom through her chest, and somewhere in the middle of it all she had ended up flat on her back on the cold steel floor.
Half a second after that, a point of searing heat hovered directly over her throat. Jayari looked down at her impassively.
"And now you're dead."
Vasja didn't answer. She didn't even trust herself to breathe until the weapon was finally pulled away and deactivated, and then she took in deep gulps of air, tried to steady her heart before it pounded straight out of her chest. Everything hurt, and the tight throat that had followed the initial threat of tears made it that much harder to breathe, but the young inquisitor sounded as scathing as ever as she grit her teeth and struggled to push herself onto her elbows. "In a real fight, we'd have been using the powers of the force. I would have won."
As it turned out, that had been the wrong thing to say. Jayari's boot came down on her still tender ribs and drove her back down to the floor, and then she was right on top of her, straddling Vasja's stomach while a hand pinned her down by her throat.
"In a "real fight"," she explain, speaking slow, as if to a child. "You would still become distracted, and you'd still die. Because those fancy light tricks are about the only thing you're good for." Her grip tightened, and she forced Vasja to look at her.
"If you want to mope about your idiot former master on your own? That's fine. But not while you fight at my back. I'm not spending my time looking after some helpless child."
She didn't even notice that she had raised her hand, a thick cloud of sparks crackling around her fist as it flew at Jayari's face. But Jayari still had her throat, lifted her head and slammed it down so hard that Vasja was almost sure she heard her teeth crack. But then the warrior was up, laughing when Vasja leaped onto unsteady feet in suit. Her lightsaber flew back into her hand with a thought, and then it was Vasja charging forward, pressing her own assault.
How many times had people assumed her helpless? She wouldn't be. Not this time.
And maybe this time she'd finally have someone to thank for it.