Please, any comments would be of great help in making sure I need nothing more in completeing her fleshing-out.
Name: Dehoir Torant
Age: 22 Sex: Female Species: Human Height: 5’6” Weight: 120 lbs Hair: red Eyes: green
Relations: Unknown
Description: Dehoir has a slim athletic build; however, she is by no means an athlete. Her frame is sleek and graceful donned by a full black mantle. Dehoir’s clothing consists mainly of a black bustier, skin tight black pants, which make it easier for her to maneuver in battle, and thigh high boots.
Her features are exotic, and ultimately alluring. Her crimson hued locks fall gracefully to just bellow her shoulders. The Sith’s emerald green eyes are piercing with an intense fire of absolute loathing.
Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa (born on Corellia)
Affiliation: The Sith Order
Gear: Red bladed lightsaber, of the dueling genre.
Rank: Apprentice
History: Born on Corellia, Dehoir began her existence damned with useless parents. Unwanted and considered a burden, the infant, Dehoir, was left on the doorstep of a reprehensible orphanage.
By the age of five, the staff within the facility had begun to neglect her care. She was shunned, and oftentimes she was locked away from the other children. Doctors and nurses all called her an abomination…a child streaming with pure evil. With each barb her hatred for them grew, and in turn her journey toward the darkside was sealed.
Another five years of torment slipped by, and within the child’s mind a plan was formulated. On several occasions she was caught wandering the streets in the city, only to be brought back to the confines of the orphanage. On one of her last endeavors Dehoir was able to hack into a shipyard’s computer systems and retrieve a schedule of up coming pickups. Her plan was fool proof: sneak out, like so many times before, and stowaway on board one of the shuttles. She failed, however, to think of what would happen if she were caught.
Hours went by when the shuttle finally landed at its destination: Nar Shaddaa. Her attempt to hide failed, and when she was discovered, the crew members tossed her, bodily, from the cargo hold to the dust ridden ground below.
Survival on the smuggler’s haven was strenuous at best, but the teenaged Dehoir was able to muddle through by begging, bartering, and selling her abilities. Early in her time on the planet she learned that she had a knack for electrical engineering, and often provided her services in exchange for food, a clean place to sleep, or credits. Her reputation flourished, and at the ripe age of fifteen, Dehoir found steady work on board a smuggler’s shuttle.
Betrayal ravaged the ranks aboard The Blackwind, and Dehoir eventually found herself back on Nar Shaddaa with no means of steady income. She spent the next five years securing a small room, and a steady flow of credits….which included the use of her looks to get what was needed.
At the age of twenty-one, she opened her door to an elderly man. He wove a tale of a long arduous journey which brought him to her; something Dehoir found rather amusing. Strangely enough, the young woman believed him. The connection between Master and apprentice was formed, and thus began her training in the dark arts.
She learned quickly, and took to her Master as a child would any Grandfatherly figure.
Her training was abruptly ended when an overwhelming illness took the life of her beloved Master. On the fateful night of his passing, the old man gifted his most prized possession to her…his dueling lightsaber. Through tears, and anger, Dehoir promised to complete her training. Some weeks later she would get the chance.
Jarring from an uneasy slumber, Dehoir was ravaged with an overwhelming need to travel to Xa Fel. Upon her arrival at the Sith stronghold, she was taken in as a daughter of the Order, and began her training under the Sith Triumvirate.
Notes: At the age of twenty, Dehoir acquired, what some would consider, a vicious and unusual pet.
Nar Shaddaa, a smuggler's haven, was just a refueling point for the Revenge. The pilot, an elderly smuggler experienced in the trade, often made his credits in the illegal distribution of wild animals from far off worlds. Rykaf Berlan, the captain of the Revenge, made his stop on a hot summer day. As he and his crew made their way into a tavern, Dehoir made her way onboard the docked ship.
The hold was full of valuables ranging from spices, headed for smaller planets outside of Hutt space, to larger items, such as armaments.
While rummaging through the various cases, the young woman heard a hoard of howling-hissing coming from somewhere deeper within the cargo hold. As smugglers often did, the Revenge was outfitted with a false cargo area, making it one of the larger smuggling vessels Dehoir ever had the pleasure of plundering.
Making short work of the locking mechanism, Dehoir passed through what was once the back wall into the hold. Before her stood three large cages, the first two held a full grown, very angry vornskr each. The movements of the beasts caused the red-head to cringe slightly, for she had heard stories of what vornskrs were capable of doing to force users. The third cage, Dehoir approached after visibly calming. To her surprise, this final holding container held four vornskr pup; each one only the size of her two cupped hands.
Dehoir leaned down and picked up the smallest of the four. The pup, as the others, had its tail bobbed, which made it docile and complacent.
Surprised by the sudden return of the ship's crew, Dehoir bundled the pup in her cloak and stealthily made her way back to the 'regular' hold. From there she was able to make her way out of the Revenge. Her luck remained as it seemed the crew was content to not check on their spoils, and swiftly took off from the planet's surface.
As the year drove on, Dehoir trained her pet, Gaarak, to be her protector, her nighttime guardian. She was alone on Nar Shaddaa, and s being such, she was very vulnerable to attacks. Many a time Dehoir was overwhelmed by a male interloper, and Gaarak came to her rescue.
He's been by her side for two years as a pet and as a loyal companion. He is trained to respond to her commands alone, and does so with vehemence
On Xa Fel, both Dehoir and Gaarak can often be found late at night around the base of the Sith Temple. Night is a time for hunting, and when Gaarak had had his fill he returns with his master to guard her as she sleeps.