siduri

Character Name: Siduri

Position, Occupation: Escaped slave/street urchin

Character's Political View: Neutral

Age: 14

Sex: F

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Black

Height: 4’10”

Weight: 94 lbs.

Marital Status: Single

Birthplace: Nal Hutta

Languages: Basic, Huttese

Species: Human

Family: None

Physical Description:

Siduri is a slender young girl with long, straight black hair, intense dark eyes, and fair skin.

Professional History: Siduri was born as a slave on Nal Hutta. She was used for menial, unpleasant tasks like tending the slime vats for Malleubba the Hutt’s favorite amphibian delicacies, cleaning up Rancor stool, and removing rotting body parts from his torture/execution equipment and gladiatorial arena.

Background: Siduri was born on the estate of Noxalba the Hutt. Her parents, knowing she would be taken from them early on, did what most Huttese slaves do with their children: raised her with little care and no emotional attachment. She was taken from them at six years old, and sold at auction to Malleubba the Hutt.

Something about her gave chills to the other slaves, and she quickly became an outcast. As such, the trustee-slaves, and Overseers put her to the most unpleasant tasks, and subjected her to cruelties ranging from ostracism and ridicule, to beatings and outright torture. The head overseer, an especially sadistic Twi’lek named Maphdur, found her to be a “subject” he could molest and torture without anyone caring.

However, there was something about her neither he, nor any of her other tormentors knew: Siduri possessed an exceptionally strong, but latent talent for the Force. During a particularly agonizing session, Siduri experienced a strange kind of awakening, an expansion of consciousness in which she became aware of a Power that was somehow calling to her, luring her into its dark embrace.

Afterwards, she began experiencing “poltergeist-like” effects. At first, the other slaves thought their barracks was haunted by a demon, unaware that Siduri was the source of the disturbances. But Siduri was aware that this Power was related to her in some way, and she began a trial-and-error process of self-training. When no one was watching, she would practice stirring her gruel with Force telekinesis.

During the pit of horrors that was her life, Siduri developed a simple philosophy: There are two kinds of people—those with power, and those without; those that do the hurting, and those that get hurt. The key to not getting hurt is to have power. Once she discovered that she had power, the entire focus of her life turned to developing it, making it as strong as she possibly could, for the day she could wield it against her enemies.

One day, she met a boy close to her age who as also an outcast, because his face was malformed, with one eye lower than the other. Each found in the other someone that shared their misery, someone with whom they might also share a little secret happiness and the occasional crust of bread. While it wasn’t exactly a romance, they would hide and huddle together at night for warmth, and for the simple pleasure of being held.

But eventually, Maphdur found them together. He was enraged that anyone else would touch “his” plaything, and that she might find a little happiness being touched. He had them both dragged to his torture chamber, where he brutally tortured the boy to death in front of Siduri, impressing on her that this is what would happen to anyone she cared about.

The trauma of this event unleashed a powerful “poltergeist” surge of Force power. Maphdur managed to escape with only minor injuries, but a couple of his assistant torturers were killed, and Siduri’s bonds were broken. She knew she had to escape now or never. She fled through the corridors of Malleubba’s estate, using her “Brainstew” attack on several Overseers.

Seeing and feeling their fear as she downed them became almost…intoxicating, certainly an improvement on their enjoyment of *her* fear. She made her way to the hanger, avoiding patrols too large to fight, killing when the option presented itself.

Malleubba, Maphdur, and a couple squads of soldiers were waiting for her there. Malleubba ordered his soldiers to stun her, so she could be given to Darth Vader for the bounty on Jedi. As the stun rays hit her, and unconsciousness swept up to claim her, an enraged Maphdur fell on her with his neurowhip, striking her again and again.

Between the agony and the stunners, her consciousness faded. But in her last moments of awareness, she felt Something calling to her…a primal fury deeper, infinitely more powerful than her own, an all-embracing Darkness within. With her last thought, she opened herself up to It, embraced It…

When she awoke, Malleubba was a smoldering corpse, his soldiers either burned, or broken like discarded toys. Maphdur was moaning in pain, but still alive. Somehow, Siduri knew It had let him live as a gift for her. A gift she enjoyed immensely as she used her modest Force abilities to wrench his intestines until he died in agony.

A pair of shuttle technicians had the misfortune of witnessing this last, and she made them take a ship and fly her away from Hutt space. Eventually, she found herself alone with only a handful of credits, on the streets of Tel’thranan.

Personality:

Siduri is very closed and secretive, speaking rarely, and hiding her emotions from others as best she can. She feels that if anyone knows what makes her happy, they’ll know what to take away, and if they know what hurts her, they’ll get their kicks from her pain. She is very intelligent, and had her innocence destroyed at an early age. As a result, she can seem “creepy” to others.

She is very confused about matters of good and evil. Part of her does not want to be like her taskmasters, but rather, to erase them from the Universe with whatever brutality she can muster. Yet, as far as she can tell, the only security available is to become like them, a predator rather than the prey. On the one hand, she feels an intense rage against the injustice of those who torment the weak and helpless for fun and profit. On the other, she has accepted that powerlessness, including her own, is an open invitation to conquest, subjugation, and brutality from those who do have power.

She is fiercely determined to gain and keep power, so that no one will dare try to hurt her ever again, and that those that do may suffer at her hand. Every spare moment goes into practicing with “the Power,” this mysterious ability she has, but does not understand.

On one level, she hates and fears people, since all of the monsters she’s faced have taken humanoid form. She was so far beneath Malleubba’s concern that she never personally encountered him after the auction. She has a profound need to love and be loved, but this “vulnerability” is tucked so far down in her psyche, even she is not really aware of it.

Siduri hates Hutts and slavers with a passion, as well as common bullies and others who seem to enjoy hurting people. She’s afraid she will become one of them, once her “Power” is strong enough, but doesn’t know of any alternative.

Vehicle Of Choice: Whatever’s available.

Base Of Operations: Tel’thranan

Weapons: Whatever she can get her hands on, that won’t draw attention to her.

Form of Dress: She wears simple, cheap clothes that cover her up. She cannot wear the revealing fashions of Tel’thranan, as attracting male eyes to her body is the last thing she wants to do.

Augmentations to Body: None

Abilities: She is skilled at stealth, scrounging, concealment (of herself and belongings) and pickpocketing.

Superhuman Powers:

She has exceptionally strong Force talent (tending heavily to the Dark Side), but is untrained. She can consciously wield a weak telekinesis, and sometimes, use Affect Mind (the “Jedi Mind Trick”). She has honed her telekinesis into a lethal ‘stir’ attack on the brains of enemies (she calls this “Brainstew”). This attack works fairly well on non-Force users within about 40 feet (relative motion increases the difficulty for her to target it effectively), but a trained Force-user could block it easily. She also must be able to concentrate to use it.

When under extreme duress, emotional distress, or while having nightmares, the true dimensions of her Force talent can sometimes become manifest as uncontrollable, often random surges of telekinesis, Force Whirlwind, and Force Storm. The strength of the manifestation is more or less proportional to the degree of pressure she’s under. She desperately wants to learn how to control these powers and wield them at will

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