Fiera Kitayas
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Personal Information
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| Name: | Fiera Kitayas | ||
| Date of Birth: | 30 years BtP | ||
| Birthplace: | Kuat | ||
| Species: | Mindwitch/Human | ||
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Physical Description
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| Height: | 5'8" | ||
| Weight: | 138 lbs | ||
| Gender: | Female | ||
| Hair: | Deep Red | ||
| Eyes: | Garnet | ||
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Family
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| Father: | Jale Saryn | ||
| Mother: | Moira Kitayas | ||
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Affiliation
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Fiera is a striking woman, with a lithe body. She has long, deep red hair and garnet eyes that peer out at you from her finely formed, fair face. She appears flawless, and has a mysterious allure about her.
She has a ½ inch wide, curved scar, that is a darker shade of her skin tone, with a red tint, from just under the back of her right hip to the middle of the front side of her upper-thigh. She keeps this scar covered at all times, almost always by her clothing, but if not, by the use of illusion. But the fact that she knows it is there, stealing away beauty, bothers her. The sight of her naked now would be a horror, in her mind.
Her skin tone is fairly pale, though her face doesn’t seem washed out or unhealthy.
Her general attire consists of light red or back robes, and pants and a shirt made of fitted flexible, stretch material the same color beneath. She has sturdy boots in each color, and a pair of simple, flat slipper-like shoes, the laces of which wrap around her ankle in each material.
Fiera believes that dealing death is a beautiful thing, as she takes part in being’s final embrace with the flesh-and-blood universe before becoming something else. In feeding to live, she takes the life energies of other creatures before their lives fade. It is like wish fulfillment to her prey, who witness dreams come true in their final moments, and the feeling is exhilarating for her. Feeding upon the life energies of a being is a process that is hard to describe, but she hasn’t found any experience that feels better. Though a grown Mind-witch doesn’t need to feed so often, Fiera likes to feed more frequently than she needs.
Fiera is not uncomfortable in dealings with strangers, though she will not seek to befriend any non Sith unless she can gain something from them, mainly feeding. Those “friendships” were short-lived, usually culminating in the death of the person shortly after she showed an interest in him or her. That is not to say, that she cannot deal with strangers, if she has other reasons to associate with them. Her illusions and manipulations usually make such exchanges quite easy and pleasant.
Fiera can deal with alien races, although she believes the Humans, Zeltrons and Mind-witches to be the most beautiful of the races in the galaxy. Like the other members of her race, Fiera is a vain and sensual creature. She takes pride in her physical appearance and is bothered by the fact that in her first encounter with a Jedi she was scarred. She is ashamed of the imperfection and hides it at all times she can manage. Further damage to her body would spark anger that she normally controls easily based on when she thinks she’ll need to use the emotional energy.
Though she is a member of the Order and not a leader of it, she retains much of her independence, believing that just because she wasn’t told to do something specific didn’t mean she couldn’t live and pursue the general goals of the Sith. She studies and works to improve her power as often as she can, when not busy working to achieve other, more immediate goals.
Fiera’s normal state of existence is a generally a mix of mild amusement mixed with an air of the serious. She takes pains to shield her thoughts, because of her own experiences of delving into the minds of others; this gives her a hint of mystery. The most valuable piece of knowledge she took with her from her life before the Sith, is that knowing the truth of what a person wants could prove to be their undoing, the key to efficient manipulation.
Even though she comes from a background where she was rich in possessions, she has largely gotten over it, pursuing power rather than possessions. However, occasionally she takes objects from her prey after draining them.
Mind-witches, according to the Wookiepedia are, “Force-sensitive vampires whom used Force illusions to fool their victims. These unique humanoids possess potent mental abilities which they would use to probe the mind of another beings and see their desires. Once this was done, they developed a relationship with the individual at which point they developed a psychic link with the person. Through this link, they would create illusionary environments which were highly desirable to the individual. This was done with only one purpose in mind; to leech the mental life energies of the person to replenish their own. Though they were usually powerful telepaths, some well skilled mind witches could also develop telekinetic powers.”
As a mind-witch, Fiera can eat and drink but it is the consumption of mind energy that is her sustenance.
Mind-witches are naturally alluring creatures; their forte is seduction—which is easily achieved by their force illusions, but also simply achieved through their natural charm and grace. Vanity is quite common for members of this race, they tend to take pride in their appearances even though they tend to use their illusions to achieve their ends.
These creatures prefer the night, and feel at home in darkness and shadow. They are able to walk in the light of suns, for short periods of time but it is less than comfortable weather and warrants the use of cloak or hat or eyeshades. Artificial light is less of an annoyance. If left in the sun too long, without any coverings, mind-witches could become sun-sick, lethargic and slow. Feeding would restore the mind-witch to normal health and vitality.
Mind-witch newborns and their mothers form an instinctive bond, which fades away as the baby grows into a toddler. Mind-witch newborns must be nourished by mind-energies freely given by others of their kind, as they are not strong enough to find their own prey and project the necessary illusions. Mind-witch lovers can form a bond in which visions and energies are voluntarily exchanged.
[Sources: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Mind-witch, and my own ideas]
- A White Lightsaber
- Robes and a small collection of clothing, chiefly shades of red in color
- A hand mirror and a cracked full length mirror
- A YT-1350, a gift redeemed after the death of the former owner.
- A small chest filled with trinkets from various victims ranging from currency to jewelry to perfume and anything else she decided to take, including small weapons.
- Proper eating utensils.
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Birth and Parentage
Fiera was born into the noble Kitayas family of Kuat. She was seen as an answer to the young couple’s prayers, as they had struggled to bear children. The girl was said to take her good looks from her mother, but nothing physical from Leland. That is because she had no biological ties to the man she knew as her “father.” She was not the product of her mother and Leland Kitayas, but the product of a brief affair. Though no signs of the mystery father manifested themselves physically, unseen bonds, bonds that could be detected by her kind and other force sensitives, seemed to beat with their own heart around the child. She was but a newborn babe, but her tie to the force was stronger than a mind-witch half-breed would have normally, stronger than most newly arrived children would be expected to have. Moira could not doubt the paternity of her daughter, whose force signature was new and different yet vibrated in a similar manner to her former lover, Jale Saryn.
Moira had not seen Jale in a few months. She had believed the young man to be startling in his beauty—in part because she could not reach into his mind and seduce him and partake of his life energy, instead she felt it all around her, at the edge of her consciousness; he was a tease in the most torturous way. Yet the man whose mind energies and bond with the force washed over hers like a tidal wave had somehow craved her despite all absence of illusion and promises of wants she might or might not have had the power to make real. His emotions were deafening in power and arresting to her, he wasn’t so simply boiled down to a common denominator like other men were. He was this terrific mix of anger and lust and hate and passion and interest. He had never met one of her kind before, and it fascinated him, perhaps more than anything sexual she could offer him.
Moira grew fond of Jale and her fascination with him never wavered but he was young and had goals and vendettas and she never expected that he would stay with her for very long. The uncertainty of their relationship made her feel alive but also on edge; without employing her visions she didn’t truly know if her body and actions were enough to quench his desires, even though he never specifically announced dissatisfaction. As long as he kept returning, she was content in the hope that there was something interesting about her. Mind-witches were very vain creatures, yet for all the pride they put into their physical bodies they still hid behind illusions, like a safety net that would somehow ensure that they were never rejected. Moira had been performing stunts with no safety net.
One night, Jale opened himself to her illusions, asking for it, simply because he wanted to know what it felt like, and because he knew that he could break the connection as easily as he had opened it. Inside him she saw hatred, the desire to inflict pain, want for revenge. She was in there, somewhere, in a corner of the vault of his wants, hidden behind a rack of severed hands still clutching lightsabers. And she could feel that though she merely saw what looked like herself, that there was more to it. Her stomach wasn’t perfectly flat. It held the slightest bit of roundness. As she continued to inspect the scene, it was as if she penetrated her own skin and saw the embryo within her grow and take shape.
It was the one want, whether it was a momentary want or one he had for a long time, she knew she could give him. Roughly nine months from that night, Fiera was born. The baby mind-witch was nourished by her mother’s mental energies, and instinctively took to the simple feeding process when the energies were offered up. In the wordless communication Fiera received messages of love, in the bond only shared between mind-witch mother and child.
As all mind-witch children were, Fiera was a beautiful baby who drew stares from any who would look. Mind-witch babies had a natural allure that caused people to pay attention, to look at them and admire them more than they normally would, even though the newborns couldn’t create the visions needed to leech life energies. The natural allure was a defense mechanism that would make the process of parents and other mind-witches freely offering their life energies that much easier.
Childhood & Growing Up
Fiera was taught how to feed by her mother, something that all mind-witches believed that children should do on their own once they were able to walk. They were taught with caution, and since they previously relied on willing donors, they were taught how to hold back from going too far. Though their bodies were small, their minds were strong enough to perform the task. They young mind-witches were taught the process with easy prey: children. Children had less mental energies, but also had less defenses, if they were not force sensitive. They were smaller, easier to look in the eye than a grown adult as well. When children came over for play dates, they always left the Kitayas house quite exhausted. Mind-witch children took to the process naturally, but Moira had been concerned that Fiera might have a problem with it since she was a half-breed. Moira couldn’t have been more wrong. The force sensitivities bequeathed to her by her father had only seemed to make it easier for her to feed. As she grew stronger and more practiced, the ages of her prey increased.
The young Fiera never wanted for anything, on the contrary she got much more than she ever wanted. She had private tutors for more things than she ever wished to learn. The education started when she was quite young with simple reading and arithmetic. It grew to the point where she had tutors for Kuat and Basic, galactic history and economics, literature and writing, mathematics and the sciences.
Noble women also needed to be educated in more entertaining practices, culture. Fiera did not take to drawing, she didn’t have the talent to take a pencil or piece of charcoal and make something wonderful and realistic. Painting, she thought was more interesting, but much the same way she couldn’t make anything realistic with a pencil, her efforts with a brush were no better. She took to more abstract designs and quickly tired of a brush and took to painting with her fingers, and moving the canvas to the floor instead of using the easel. The abstract paintings were not truly meaningful, rather the process served as a release of emotion through the mixing of color and the sensory experience of her fingers manipulating the paint on the canvas. Since the paintings could easily be considered garbage rather than art—and Leland didn’t quite get them—her painting was discouraged.
Music was an important part of any culture, so Fiera’s parents arranged viol lessons. She did not take to the instrument well, and simply wasn’t interested. She didn’t particularly like the ritual of holding the instrument against the chin. Leland didn’t particularly like her penchant for making awkward screeching sounds with the viol, and too frequently breaking strings.
The next attempt to cultivate talent and culture was with the art of dance. Fiera took to the art form easily, and enjoyed it. Her natural grace and willingness to learn made the lessons pass smoothly. Ballroom dancing was something that she was expected to learn, and she practiced its many forms, but her interests in dancing went beyond the ballroom. She took to derivatives of ballet that proved graceful and expressive but did not require standing on the toes for an extended period of time. She was an emotional and sensual dancer, preferring dances that were less fixed and more workable to one’s own tastes, or her personal compositions. She branched out to acrobatics, a pursuit her mother thought to be more dangerous, but one Fiera thought akin to dancing.
All through her childhood and into adulthood, at random times Fiera felt like she was being watched and even felt vibrations, a feeling of cold that permeated her force sensitivities, even though she could never find the source of this feeling.
As Fiera grew, but was still young enough that she spent most of her time at the estate, she made a habit out of feeding off of the servants. At the age of thirteen she became particularly interested in a young servant, a fifteen year old boy named Riordan who was the child of one of the maids. She decided to use him as a ballroom dancing partner, (which would mean she’d feed off of him less instead of more since she didn’t want him to be too tired to dance) instead of constantly having to dance with her female teacher or her father, when he chose to step in. Naturally sensual and in the midst of her first crush, she gained even more incentive to practice after the teacher had gone—though those practices did not occur in the wide-open ballroom. On one particular private practice, the pair improvised more than usual, and didn’t get back into form. Both of Riordan’s hands found themselves at Fiera’s waist, while she held her hands together at the back of Riordan’s neck. In a move that was slow and awkward but gentle and sweet, Riordan gave Fiera her first kiss, a soft and barely there touch of lips. He couldn’t stop the blush from rising in his cheeks and feeling of embarrassment from causing him to let go, so he could attempt to retreat, but Fiera quickly took hold of one of his hands and pulled him back to her. She did not blush, but her eyes were intense, and her smile was inviting. They started practicing kissing.
As time passed and their private practices branched out to more than kissing, she became curious as to Riordan’s particular wants, but did not want to ask. It was then that she resolved to feed off him only briefly, to open the window into his mind. She learned the amount of dominance to use, the exact touches and kisses and their placement; she learned exactly what he wanted and how to give it to him. Locked in the vision she created, he felt and believed it had all happened. She ended the vision quickly, not wanting to put him to sleep, though she could see he wasn’t as energetic as before. Despite that, both were happy that day, and Fiera was satisfied that she had fulfilled his wants in vision and in action. Riordan’s comments only added to that satisfaction. The use of her feeding process to inform her actions to please fully was a practice that continued.
Fiera and Riordan moved pretty fast, in part due to Fiera’s nature, in part due to budding sexuality in which everything was new, and partially fueled by simply knowing wants that Riordan did not even think to act on. In a few short months, the pair had become secret lovers, an affair that remained intense until just after her sixteenth birthday. It was a fact that Moira could’ve guessed, and even expected from a girl with mind-witch blood in her veins, but that Leland simply couldn’t fathom about his fourteen year-old daughter.
On Fiera’s sixteenth birthday she was introduced into society, with a large gala at the family estate. The now, eighteen year-old Riordan was occupied as a waiter, and could not attend as a guest—a position that made him feel inferior to his lover and only caused to fill him with jealousy as he heard most of the comments about Fiera that passed between the teenage male courtiers. Fiera garnered much attention from the young men in her age group, and some—to the chagrin of Leland—far older.
Now that she was introduced into society, Fiera was expected to attend the events and parties held by similar members of society, to hang out with other young women in her social class and to date young men with “similar values.” These events took time away from Riordan, until that time diminished and diminished to nothing, except the occasional dance practice when one of the boys she was dating was not there to fill in. She had not expected for Riordan to love her. The sacred first lover had been replaced by further exploration that dominantly consisted of vision, of feeding and of education on the differences in what individuals wanted, and learning that while one thing might dominate desire in a moment, other things filled the space as well. With Riordan, it had always been her. Among the wants she’d unveiled in other young Kuati aristocrats, there had been to sleep with Fiera and another noble woman, to sleep with a holonet star, to get accepted to the finest Kuati University, and to become the Senator for Kuat. Still, there were darker desires, though the darkness often seemed to increase with age. One young man had wanted to kill his father, to claim his inheritance now. Another wanted to cause her pain, to own her entirely, to keep her as one would keep a slave. The visions were meticulously constructed, tailored to their personal wants and had drained the prey so that they would sleep. Upon waking, they’d often question what had actually happened and what had been dreams that came to them in sleep after all was said and done; they had always felt satisfied.
The Life of a Courtesan
At the age of twenty-two Fiera became a dance instructor, as her talents were recognized among the nobility and she was requested to teach the young nobility; she also became a courtesan. She decided that based on the perfect feeding opportunities it would afford her, that the position made sense. Riordan, who still worked at the family estate, couldn’t be more upset. He had tried to get over Fiera, and had been pursued by other women, but he never felt the way he had felt with her. He could not count the nights he stayed up and waited to see when she returned to her personal apartments.
The nature of man darkened further and became more interesting and complicated. Many men wanted to erase their problems as simply as pulling a blaster trigger—whether they would act on it was another matter. Stress had seeped into their wants and all measures of erasing the sources had, too. Fetishes and random criminal acts, robbing from a supposed friend, or hiring an assassin to take out a foe, occupied their minds, some were present in such a capacity as if they were on a to-do list—and that knowledge proved profitable. The common denominator was that they all wanted her, to some degree, though she wasn’t always the only woman she saw they wanted, she was the immediate, and she was what they paid for. She gained a reputation for tiring out her clients for a few days, many reported sleeping through the entire following day—but this was because she had fed well. She did not always sleep with her clients, she had only actually slept with those she had been attracted to—yet the visions made all her clients who wanted to, believe that they had—that they had gotten what they had paid for and that they soon after fell asleep and had the sweetest dreams.
On a whim and out of curiosity Fiera fed on Leland, to see what wants occupied his mind, to see if her mother remained dominant, to see if his eyes had wandered. Moira still occupied his thoughts, but tucked away in a corner, was the image of Fiera. It was said that she was the image of her mother in younger years, but the fact remained that it was wrong for her to be there at all, and Leland knew it. It was knowledge Fiera kept to herself.
When Fiera was about twenty-four, she had been hired by a noble in his fifties named Emeir Saraforj. He had been a lonely widower who claimed that he only wanted some company. The part that was strange to Fiera was that upon looking into his wants, he had been completely honest. There was a sadness to the man, a feeling that suggested that he was merely filling his days by spending his days with someone he paid. He had no goals, no demented desires, no vendettas he wanted to settle. He didn’t possess the fickle wants that so many people had. One day she opened the channel by which she learned his desires, and crafted the matching vision in order to feed . . . She saw nothing. He wanting nothing. The vault of his desires was entirely empty. She decided to drain him entirely. She pulled the last of his mental energies into her body and for a brief moment in time felt his essence touch her. It was an intimate feeling to feel a soul as it passed from body to netherworld. She then felt an immense calm. A peace. Then it was gone. She had not witnessed anything more beautiful than the end of that life; nothing was more exhilarating than the feeling of pulling the life energies from a person as the heart grew heavier, beat slower, and then ceased to beat at all. It was an experience that inspired her to sometimes slip from the estate at night when her presence was not required by a function or appointment, simply to be a hunter, to be an agent of death, to find individual prey and make it her mission to see them pass from this life into the afterlife. She found, on one of these occasions, that she was attracted to the life energies of a young force sensitive, who was untrained. Barely a teenager, he was no match for her power, but he had felt something of her before she even got close enough to touch him. Feeding from him had and then gave way, and he fell to vision. Feeding from a force sensitive had been especially sweet.
Soon after the death of the widower, Fiera received the attentions of, Kail Markov, a male courtesan, who offered her work, if only to get her attentions. Fiera thought it odd and even funny. A courtesan, employing a courtesan? She refused his offer, but he persisted. They were at most of the same social gatherings; even if they were with their respective clients he made an effort to draw her gaze. Finally, his brother hired Fiera as a dance instructor for his daughter; Kail conveniently dropped in on the lesson to talk to her in a private setting. He sent his niece away and the two were left alone. He talked to her, and explained his interest in the only courtesan he had come to believe, from rumors, might’ve surpassed his talents. She agreed to give him a try, convinced by the opportunity to feed from such a man, his persistence, charm, and the curiosity about what the encounter held for her versus encounters with clients. Fiera and Kail had amazing chemistry. She found that much like with Riordan, she limited her feeding so as not to tire out her lover so quickly.
Re-Education
The cold spots and vibrations that she had felt every so often as she aged, became increasingly frequent. One night she received a visitor, the source of the vibrations, the cold. She felt the force emanating strongly from the stranger, and felt a strange familiarity. But she also felt a blockade, she could not use her visions on him, he was too strong and he knew the process all too well. It was startling. He told her, he was her father. She knew it to be true, something within her stirred and recognized and accepted. The man who had been her mother’s lover had grown into middle age, his appearance had changed, he had grown wiser, bolder, and stronger in the use of the Force. He allowed her to taste but a sip of his energies, his power and she thirsted for it. He showed her a fraction of what she could learn from him.
He taught her the history of their kind, and their relation to the pitiful Jedi; and of his devotion to erase the Jedi and their mistakes from the Universe. He taught her of the destiny that awaited her, as his daughter, who had the potential to become a master illusionist, a woman of power. She could hunt, and take the Jedi for her prey, possibly growing strong enough to taste their life energies as they passed away. He did not make a secret of the sacrifice she would need to make and the trials she would need to overcome. The first thing she would need to do was give up her attachment to her current life. It was an unspoken requirement, and one she felt coming. She increasingly felt that she would be leaving Kuat very soon.
These lessons occurred frequently, always at night. She had decreased her appointments until she had none at all, in the eagerness to continue her education, not knowing just when her teacher might show up. She saw Kail less, though he took pains to try and see her whenever he could, visiting her during days, when her nights seemed to disappear. Kail’s attachment to Fiera and his will to please her made him the first test. It became increasingly clear that of all people and possessions in Fiera’s privileged life, he would be the hardest to give up.
Kail felt hopeless as she slipped away, although he did everything he could to make her happy. With the end of Fiera’s career as a courtesan, he finally thought it possible that he could make their relationship proper, exclusive, as he had always wanted it to be. He confessed his love, his singular desire for her, and proposed marriage. A brief look into his mind showed his words to be completely honest. She saw the singular desire to be her husband, to have her forever and not for a moment, not for a night.
She said yes, and made love to him one last time, before feeding, filling him with a vision that all he wanted had come true, as she absorbed all the mental energies he possessed, until he closed his eyes and the last drop was gone. She kissed his forehead before leaving Kail in eternal sleep.
She shed the roles associated with her old life. They were not entirely forgotten, but molded into something new.
Fiera Re-Forged
On the harsh world of Korriban, Fiera was trained and improved. Her power increased through hard work, and she became especially adept at affecting the minds of others. Illusions were her forte. Telekinesis, something her mother said was a rare ability for her race, was a joke to Fiera, once she learned how to bend the Force to do her will.
Proper fighting skills were vital to survival as a Sith. Thus, Fiera needed to commit to learning a proper fighting style. She took to the Ataru form, though didn’t always stick to the blinding speed associated with the form. Her former education in dance and acrobatics caused her to take to the form; with her own improvisation, she made fighting appear like dancing. Her father gave her a lightsaber, with a white blade, one he had collected from a Jedi he had killed, and told her that the lightsaber was a loan, until she earned the right to keep it.
After training for some time, she was given a test. She was to fight a Jedi Knight, who her father had captured and resisted killing, in order that she could be tested and that she could learn. The young man was around her age, but being held captive by Sinis had given him a greater determination to live, since the duel was presented in a light that made him believe if he defeated Fiera he would go free. Of course, that wouldn’t be the case. The test was presented to her late one night, adding the threat of meeting the burning sun whilst fighting her enemy. She cast off her robes and wore the simple shirt and pants beneath, clothing that was movable, breathable and would not weigh her down in combat. The final condition was that Fiera could not draw upon her illusions in this fight, that she strictly made use of her saber and her body and surroundings.
Sinis had a great deal of faith in his daughter, perhaps partially inflated by the pride that half of her blood was his.
The fight was long, and she learned early into the fight that she would need to conserve her strength, but she needed to be done with it before the sun defeated her ability to fight. Instead of putting all her energies into offensive maneuvers she wanted the Jedi to advance, and spend more energy. The pace varied, quicker and slower, they danced, sabers often locking and being forced to unlock, Fiera using her grace and acrobatic maneuvers to effectively dodge as well as strike. But the Jedi’s saber caught her as she turned about. It caught her just barely, didn’t slice deep into her flesh but just caught the skin below her right hipbone and arced around to the skin below her hip towards her pelvis, forming a great hole in her pants and drawing a thin, hot burn line that would become a reddish scar. It was a wound that would plague her for the rest of her life.
The anger that took her was hotter than the blade that cut her. She fed off of the anger, and it gave her renewed vigor. She fought more offensively, the goal of finishing the job swiftly, filling her mind, even as the night sky gave way to twilight. It was as if the silent music that accompanied her dance had quickened, had taken on new movements. After a clean strike, her enemy’s lightsaber had fallen, along with the hand that held it. Fiera looked into the young Jedi’s eyes as she picked up his severed hand, and the saber with it, and she drew him against the wall, wielding both sabers. She then drove his own saber through his chest and watched as all life spilled out of his face and his eyes became as glass. As the sun rose high in the air, casting heat and light down on her; she hastily took the hand clutching the lightsaber to her Master and father.
A Member of the Sith Order
Fiera was chiefly a manipulator and illusionist. She possessed grace, not brute strength. Most deaths after her trial were far more graceful, more beautiful to behold. Some Sith thought she received favoritism from the Dark Lord, as she was his daughter. But Sinis never wanted her to earn anything that way, he often held her to higher standards than the others, even if he did have some appreciation for the appearance of her mother and the Force signature that was much like his own. Fiera did not emerge as the heir to the Sith, perhaps her father had not thought her suited to leadership, perhaps it was because of her weaknesses, or perhaps it was because Sinis was only sure that her ascension to his position would lead to a swift death born of petty jealousies. Whatever the reason, Fiera did not mind. She knew her father to be one of the wisest creatures she had ever known. He had, to her mind, single-handedly rebuilt the Sith Order, and dealt some of the deepest blows to the Jedi Order all by himself.
She respected him, even as time passed and other members seemed to regard him as a fossil who made the wrong decisions. Sinis has since disappeared, but she knows, as the rest of the Order do, but perhaps moreso, that he is alive. Even though she doesn’t know his purpose and plan for remaining, without his Order, somewhere in the Universe, she accepts that he knows what he is doing, and she is glad in the knowledge that he remains.
Sinis had worked with Emperor Josdon, so until Fiera had a reason not to she would do her best to respect that arrangement, accepting that it was made with the knowledge of an older, wiser being.
Tirdarius has taken the reigns of the Order, as she expected, the anger-filled Kubric seemed to fill the second-in-command post. Fiera respects the powerful Sith Lord, and she knows that if her father had cultivated the man for leadership, that he would serve the position well.
Fiera encounters a hybrid Human-S'kytri, called Jinlo, who seeks the Sith. A trek into her mind reveals a dark past and emotional damage. Fiera makes her an offer only an idiot--or a Jedi--could refuse.
Established Sith and would-be initiates gathered on the sacred ground of Korriban where fates were determined, apprentices chosen and news of import announced.
As tips of Jedi occupation of Ord Cantrell reaches Sith ears, Tirdarius and Fiera Kitayas make their presence known and leave the carcasses of multiple Jedi in ruin.
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| Dec ’06-Feb’07 |
