Syntari Bastiayn

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"Fear not the light, the dark, the in-between; fear instead that which is unknown in yourself. "

― Syntari Bastiayn

Syntari Bastiayn
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Bpfassh
Date of Birth:	18-19
Date of Death:	TBA
Physical Description
Species:	Bpfasshi with Umbaran ancestry
Gender:	Female
Height:	5'5"
Weight:	140lbs
Hair:	Black
Eyes:	Silver-green
Cybernetics:	None
Personal Information
Allies:	Independent House Taldryan Dark Jedi Brotherhood
Enemies:	None
Lightsaber Color(s):	Green Armory Sabre
Lightsaber Form(s):	TBA
Fighting Style(s):	TBA
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:	DJB Guardian
Era(s):	DJB Era
Affiliation:	Independent House Taldryan Dark Jedi Brotherhood
Personal Ship:	The Scimitar
Known masters:	Shikyo Sasuke Keibatsu
Known apprentices:	TBA
Dossier:	12301
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Now You Know Her...

Her name is Syntari Bastiayn. Young, frightfully beautiful, the Bpfasshi-Umbaran blood coursing through her veins marks her distinctively as a Dark Jedi. Iridescent green eyes gleam with intelligence and ever-changing emotion, while the hint of a smirk upon her face is biting at first glance. A hacker of exceptional skill and a Krath well-versed in the art of deceptive battle, she devotes the majority of her time to learning anything and everything which is unknown to her and known to the galaxy. Confident, quick-witted and sardonically sarcastic, she has a subtle flair for the dramatic in a world tinted in cynical tones of derision. Personable in nearly all circumstances, she is nonetheless possessive of a decisively bitter attitude. Drifting through throngs of beings with all the aloofness of an observer, she moves with the litheness of a feline hunter and the poise of a talented warrior; her bearing suggests her as the holder of a multitude of the universe's secrets. Syntari is quick to anger, and though her attitude suggests amusement with the workings of sentient beings, she often becomes highly irritated with her peers and living beings in general. Nonetheless, she views every experience as an opportunity for increased levels of learning.

Loyal to a fault and, at times, overly suspicious of the doings of others, she is headstrong and protective of those residing in her inner circle. As a rule she surrounds herself with people she deems as "intelligent" and otherwise useful to her own designs, preferring those who act with some degree of common sense. However she can become just as goofy and fun-loving as anyone else, with a so-called "wild side" that loves a crowd and the party that goes with it. She is willing to speak her mind in nearly all situations and truly does not worry about offending anyone; if they choose to be offended, so be it--the only exception is superiors and her Master. For those she judges worthy, she would give her life without hesitation or regret.

Now You Don't...

Those who know Syntari have seen her locked in fits of unpredictable behavior with an unidentifiable cure. Sometimes she looks out at the world with vivid eyes full of intense, hidden emotions and says absolutely nothing, her silence lasting for hours and even days. Though uncommon, she is sometimes susceptible to drowning in currents of rage and has been known to destroy everything within arms reach (fortunately this particular fit has not occurred during her time in the Brotherhood as of yet). No one knows why these occur, why they happen to her, or specifically what can break her out of them. When finally she comes back to herself it seems to completely random, and it most often happens when she is alone with no one else to observe her doings.

When In Battle...

When on the field of battle, however, she is entirely different. Even to those she sees as enemies she is not as hostile as others, preferring instead to goad her opponents with taunts or jibes to various ends. To her close friends she will still not hesitate to cause damage or to even kill, if circumstances allow it, as she would expect and even demand the same from them. In the case of confidants, and especially to those she respects very highly, she is very polite and refrains from making fun of them or otherwise humiliating them, though again she will not hesitate to maim or kill her opponents no matter who they are. She shows little to no mercy, though she is not reckless in the way she fights; she is cool, calm, and collected, and rarely ever rushes headlong into battle.

Character Info

History

Syntari has always been known to be ingeniously sly, a half-breed of quick wit capable of acts of stoic horror and, at times, crafty manipulation. A native of the Bpfassh system, she was born to a Bpfassh father and, oddly enough, an Umbaran mother rather high up in the social structure. From birth it was said she was an odd child; though frighteningly quiet, she was never soft in her silence and early on acted heavily superior to all others, including her parents. Her father was linked, through his own lineage, to the cult of Dark Bpfassh that attempted to take over the system, and it was through him that she gained her connection to the Force. He left both her and her mother behind when she was barely a few months old, and thus was temporarily saved from Syntari's awakening to the art of murder. At ten standard years of age she killed her mother and several other families that lived nearby, taking any objects of worth and stealing a respectable sum in credits before leaving the system. From there she acquired her own ship, the Scimitar, and at thirteen standard years of age she met up with soon-to-be Brotherhood member, Cyril Nighthunter. The two established themselves as both hackers and bounty hunters, and though those careers did not last very long they each managed to amass more credits, with Syntari keeping most of hers in separate accounts. When she was fifteen and Cyril sixteen standard years of age, the latter became a member of the Dark Jedi Brotherhood and the two went their separate ways. Soon after, Cyril disappeared and has not been heard from since; Syntari has kept her silence, and the Brotherhood has moved on. Syntari keeps her past relatively hidden, except for what is written here, mostly out of the opinion that it isn't all that important, though her mood swings do hint at harsh incidents in her youth. All those be warned, however, who would cause harm to those she considers friends and allies.

In the Brotherhood...

Not much is known about why she came to the Brotherhood or how she even came to know of it; for most of her life, Syntari claimed to not have knowledge of her Force capabilities. It is noted that Cyril Nighthunter maintained some contact with the Bpfasshi after her arrival in the Brotherhood, and perhaps that is where her knowledge comes from. Shortly before the Herald's mission in Socorro, he was approached by the newly-arrived Syntari and given an unusual "gift": the lightsabre of his former apprentice, the deceased Nighthunter, along with the news of her supposed death. Shortly after that Syntari was made a member of the Brotherhood and placed in Independent House Taldrayn with Shikyo Keibatsu as her Master, under whom she is currently studying and greatly respects. Usually she keeps out of public view, interacting mostly with her Master with little to no exceptions. The more her power grows, however, the more people she will eventually speak to.

Weapons

Her katana is a modified replica of the swords used thousands of years before the Battle of Yavin, with a blade made of beskar instead of durasteel. Despite having an armory sabre with which she is proficient, her katana is her main weapon of choice and, in her eyes, the more reliable of the two. If ever she has the choice she will fight with it and nothing else, as she views blasters as "poorly designed and impersonal machines", and even lightsabres aren't full extensions of the self. The blade is a bit shorter than the average lightsabre length and for a short time can stand up to hits with said weapon, though the beskar would have to be replaced or refined every few weeks to keep it in decent shape. She takes great pride in her sword and is often to be found polishing it or sharpening it in the solitude of her room. (Image to come).