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Name: Andurin V'analah Narsimha

Nickname: Vivicus

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Home Planet: Unknown, probably Naboo

Current Residence: Wanders around Coruscant

Species: Human

Height: 5'6"

Weight: --

Appearance: pale skin; long waist length hair; grey eyes; ragged clothing

Weapons: Sith sword;

Relationship Status: Single

Family: orphaned

Occupation: Sith

Ship(s): none so far

History: Andurin was an orphan. She was stolen during a raid from the place of her birth and sold off as a slave. Being force-sensitive, she was highly prized although she recieved some harsh treatment from some of her masters. Andurin grew to become a very beautiful, albeit distant and cold person. One of her more kindly masters had given her a degree of education, teaching her how to read as well as write. This master of hers was a collector of antiquities and something of a historian of the old Empire, and it was from him that Andurin had developed a fascination for tales of old wars between Jedi Knights and Sith Lords. Her kindly master had a wife who was jealous of her beauty and innate wit, and who devised to be rid of her by using blackmail to convince her husband of Anduril's treacherous ways. One night, she snuck into Anduril's quarters and hid a jeweled hair stick in her clothes drawers. That morning the wife bemoaned the loss, and when it was found in Anduril's room, she was whipped until the edge of her life. Now being treated harshly, her days at her master's estate became a nightmarish hell, and she devised a plan to escape. Sneaking out and hiding along a cleaner's convoy, she had managed to smuggle herself into the city where she knew nothing about. Without anywhere to turn to she wandered the streets for days, starving. One night she was beset by a gang of ruffians who beat her and tried to rape her, when a girl in a dark billowing cloak came out of nowhere and killed them. The girl was a Sith. With wide eyes she could do nothing except gaze in awe at her saviour, who said nothing, but simply stared back at her. Kneeling down, the Sith unhooked something from her cloak and set it before her, and then stood up and left, billowing cloak trailing behind. Since that chance encounter, Anduril had sworn to find the girl and thank her, and since then harbored feelings of becoming a Sith herself. Her exposure to the history of the Sith Lords and Jedi warriors had given her some idea of the ways of combat of both parties, and so she trailed, albeit in futility. Growing in strength, but still no more than mediocre, she set out to look for a master. A Jedi once came upon her and invited her to join the order, but she simply turned tail and ran. In her heart she knew what she wanted to be, and that was a Sith. Never parting with the gift-sword of the Sith lady, she sought to master more skills and one day become a Sith herself.

Description
Name: Andurin V'analah Narsimha

Nickname: Vivicus

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Home Planet: Unknown, probably Naboo

Current Residence: Wanders around Coruscant

Species: Human

Height: 5'6"

Weight: --

Appearance: pale skin; long waist length hair; grey eyes; ragged clothing

Weapons: Sith sword;

Relationship Status: Single

Family: orphaned

Occupation: Sith

Ship(s): none so far

History: Andurin was an orphan. She was stolen during a raid from the place of her birth and sold off as a slave. Being force-sensitive, she was highly prized although she recieved some harsh treatment from some of her masters. Andurin grew to become a very beautiful, albeit distant and cold person. One of her more kindly masters had given her a degree of education, teaching her how to read as well as write. This master of hers was a collector of antiquities and something of a historian of the old Empire, and it was from him that Andurin had developed a fascination for tales of old wars between Jedi Knights and Sith Lords. Her kindly master had a wife who was jealous of her beauty and innate wit, and who devised to be rid of her by using blackmail to convince her husband of Anduril's treacherous ways. One night, she snuck into Anduril's quarters and hid a jeweled hair stick in her clothes drawers. That morning the wife bemoaned the loss, and when it was found in Anduril's room, she was whipped until the edge of her life. Now being treated harshly, her days at her master's estate became a nightmarish hell, and she devised a plan to escape. Sneaking out and hiding along a cleaner's convoy, she had managed to smuggle herself into the city where she knew nothing about. Without anywhere to turn to she wandered the streets for days, starving. One night she was beset by a gang of ruffians who beat her and tried to rape her, when a girl in a dark billowing cloak came out of nowhere and killed them. The girl was a Sith. With wide eyes she could do nothing except gaze in awe at her saviour, who said nothing, but simply stared back at her. Kneeling down, the Sith unhooked something from her cloak and set it before her, and then stood up and left, billowing cloak trailing behind. Since that chance encounter, Anduril had sworn to find the girl and thank her, and since then harbored feelings of becoming a Sith herself. Her exposure to the history of the Sith Lords and Jedi warriors had given her some idea of the ways of combat of both parties, and so she trailed, albeit in futility. Growing in strength, but still no more than mediocre, she set out to look for a master. A Jedi once came upon her and invited her to join the order, but she simply turned tail and ran. In her heart she knew what she wanted to be, and that was a Sith. Never parting with the gift-sword of the Sith lady, she sought to master more skills and one day become a Sith herself.