Sacrisi Yidhra

She is easy to dismiss as thin, though her muscles when seen are evident. She moves with grace and elegance, though it often appears as if she moves more like a ghost than as a person. There is no sound when she walks, unless she chooses to make one.

Her skin is not just pale, it is bleached white, save for a few darker marks across her horns and skull. Some could believe those marks to be paint, but they are not - they are the paled out remnants of a past washed in darkness.

Her face often appears to be made of stone, with red eyes as the only break in otherwise still features. Until she speaks. Or more terrifyingly, smiles.

The horns and lekku of her race are a pale white that suggests something unnatural - bleached in the Dark Side of the Force and in Alchemical works that seemed to have drained all life and warmth from her skin.

She will sometimes click her tongue against her teeth and it will echo oddly into the air. Not loud, per se, but somehow a call for care.

Known for her command over the mind and its perceptions.

Despite her macabre appearance, Sacrisi can wear anything, depending on the situation. In her laboratories, she is often wearing dark and practical robes which are easy to clean. In more formal venues, she dresses appropriate to the 'mood'.

Born Sharaash Yidhra of Dromund Kaas, she was born and raised into servitude. A point that in her youth, seemed important. She had not been a slave - unusual for one of her species in the Empire.

That pride was battered and beaten down through the years of her time at the Sith Academy - she grew to know there is no difference between a servant and a slave - only in the perception the individual has of their own life.

Intent on choosing her own cage - she evolved. She joined the ranks of the Empire's Inquisitors and sought Truth amongst those who specialized in lying - and in so doing - weaponized truth itself. For it became clear - quickly - that Sharaash Yidhra did not lie. She did not need to - for in her own words - the truth is the most devastating weapon of all.

Amongst the Inquisitors she gained a name for herself, gained a reputation as a fearsome entity that one did not wish to have looking in their direction. She earned her enemies amongst the powerful, and spent time "educating" the youth of the Academy. She ensured her influence spread into the Empire's military, and became a known affiliate of their top officers.

She became - at one point - the face of their War Forces.

Her toppling from power over the military was inevitable - as all topples are. She saw it coming, and made plans. She lost her battle, but did not die. She kept her seat as the leader of the Inquisition, and she furthered her studies into the mind, into Alchemy - and into Power itself.

Eventually, she rose to the Empire's Council again - this time as that which had information that no one could find, that no one could follow to its origin - and which often led to success - or to death.k

And then one day - she disappeared. Her ships remained in Imperial space. Her Holds sat Empty, her servants as clueless as anyone else. Some thought she met her end at an Assassin's blade. Others, that she fled the leaders of the Empire for some unknown treachery. And others still dared not to assume anything.

They proved to be the wise ones.

Female, if one must label her as something.

A tool to be used - nothing more, nothing less.

Observational Skills are renowned - and often those she observes feel as if she is able to peel the layers of their minds apart bit by bit without ever lifting a finger.

Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion.
Through Passion, I gain Strength.
Through Strength, I gain Power.
Through Power, I claim Victory.
Through Victory, My chains are Broken.
The Force shall Free Me.

And I shall Evolve to be more.

There are no taboos - only limits self-imposed. And just as easily discarded.

Her word is her bond - and the only certainty there is when it comes to her.

Her grudges are remembered - and all come due eventually.

Impeccably clean. If there is any sign on violence upon Sacrisi, it is only during and immediately after a battle. Or an experiment.

What Family? Father was murdered by mine own hand, and Mother is long gone from life. Siblings were destroyed by my mercy rather than to be tools used against me.

Formal, polite, and there are always at least three reasons for every conversation.