Socorra

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Nim Naja “Socorra”
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Socorro
Date of Birth:	10 ABY
Physical Description
Species:	Human
Gender:	Female
Height:	1.73m
Weight:	58.1kg
Hair:	Black, wavy, hip-length
Eyes:	Pale azure
Personal Information
Lightsaber Color(s):	Crimson
Fighting Style(s):	Dulon
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:	Information Broker Analyst
Position:	Consul's Attache (fictional)
Era(s):	Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era
Affiliation:	Clan Arcona House Galeres Soulfire Strike Team
Known masters:	Talos Erinos
Dossier:	12648
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Socorra, born as Nim Naja, is from the Bharhulai, a tribe of savage desert nomads of the Black Sands of Socorro. In late adolescence she was exiled from her tribe and taken in by and apprenticed to a failed Jedi on the path of atonement. After his subsequent fall and sudden death years later, she became a member of the Black Bha’lir smuggler’s society. Over time she earned the rank of Master Smuggler and the prestige of an information broker, having fulfilled apprenticeship in everything except smuggling. Years later she traveled to the Shadow Academy on Lyspair to broker a deal on information regarding the whereabouts of Michael Halcyon, during which her Force sensitivity was discovered and she was offered further training in the Force.

She is now a Krath Jedi Hunter within House Galeres of Clan Arcona, apprenticed to Prelate Talos Erinos, and an analyst for Soulfire Strike Team.

Biography

Black Banshee

Map of Socorro

Bloodshed was a way of life. From birth every Socorran Bharhulai child was taught to defend his/her tribe and land at any cost. Outsiders that found their way through the Doaba Badlands and into Bharhulai land meant to get there. The rotting corpses marking the Bharhulai territory boundaries spoke of those that weren’t.

Typical Desert Nomad

They were savages- vicious Socorran desert nomads. A young girl named Nim Naja was one among them. Instead of cooking and other feminine tasks she chose to hunt with the men and defend their lands with the horde. Nim joined attack parties on desert intruders and subject cities, and as a female she was only required to cover her face when outside her camp. She had the passion of a warrior and no man stood in her way of joining the horde.

Her warrior skills were not entirely normal, though; Nim had a Force aptitude. Both her and the tribal council didn’t necessarily know what it was, but thought it was a gift from the gods. Though she had very little skill, it was still enough that brought a little reverence..and fear.

Starships, mostly from outlaws on the run seeking to lie low on Socorro, would accidentally land in Bharhulai territory and tribesmen would send a party to eliminate the intruders. Nim was rather skilled in this. Something about it was so.. religious. Seeing the enemy, and watching them cower in fear, or try to run from the savage warriors into the desert only to be hunted down like boars. She took pride in her kills. It had become ritual to allow them to see her face before they died.

On many attacks she nearly forced her way to the front of the horde. She was a vicious teenager. Those that lived could only tell the story of the Black Banshee – the clad female had grown recognition for her savageness and her terrifying shriek in combat, earning that nickname.

Over the years a darkness began to infiltrate her actions, though she knew not what it was. She became too careless and headstrong, and in her rage eventually lost control over herself. On one of the desert attacks, Nim, in her fury, killed one of their own, and had let one of the intruders escape into the desert with memories of her face and the bloody scar on his own.

Apprentice

It was a quick trial. By ending the life of a Bharhulai she broke the law of Aa’kua, of “personal space” and had also revealed her face outside of camp. Nim was tried as a male warrior would have been, as that was the way she lived. The young girl was forced through a gauntlet of her fellow tribesmen and nearly beaten to death. The young Nim was exiled from the tribe and sent into the unforgiving desert.

The broken adolescent was found by one of the few wandering Ibhaan’I shamans and he took pity on the girl. Taking her under his wing he brought her back to full health, giving her his own meager supplies.

He knew instantly of her Force gifts and knew they had been used for violence. She was Bharhulai, what else would one expect? He knew some of the Force; he had been a relatively strong Jedi in his younger years, having come to Socorro to atone for his own dark ways, long before the great Purge. For him, helping the girl was an act of penance for his sins.

Vakeyya, Capital of Socorro

For many years they traveled together all over Socorro. He educated her on what she had lacked from the savage tribe, introduced her to modern technology from the city, and instructed her in different cultures and languages. First and foremost, he felt it his duty to bring her back to the Light. As her master he tutored her in the Force and made it his life’s mission to make a better Jedi out of her than he had become himself.

As Nim grew older she began to separate herself from him and spend more time in the cities on her own. He was reluctant of letting her go and started refusing to. Nim had become his constant companion and he grew to love her much – too much. But the young woman had tasted freedom and longed for it, and longed to learn more than what he could teach her. He became jealous as her nights out grew longer and the days with him grew shorter, until he finally forbade her from leaving him.

It seemed that instead of the master teaching the student of his ways, she had taught him a few of her own dark lessons. His love became destructive and possessive and both began turning on one another. Nim was no longer a young girl, but a woman. She believed she should live her own life, not her master’s, but he began forcing his will upon her, among other things.

She had been banished to the desert for violating Aa’kua, and now was being chained to the desert for another’s violation. Nim Naja repaid him with deadly fury, eventually slaughtering her master in gruesome ways.

Once a Bharhulai, always a Bharhulai.