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- "Fear not the light, the dark, the in-between; fear instead that which is unknown in yourself. "
- ― Syntari Bastiayn
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| Syntari "Syn" Bastiayn
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Bpfassh
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21 standard years of age
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Bpfasshi with Umbaran ancestry
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Female
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5'5"
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137Lbs
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Black w/silver bangs
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Silver-green/gold-green
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None
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TBA
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Green Armory Saber
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TBD
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TBD
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DJB Guardian
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The Scimitar
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Shikyo Keibatsu
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TBA
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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. Noted, however, is the change in her eye color when these moods overcome her; they change from a silver-green to a golden-green hue. A recent development with an unknown cause is an affliction of night-terrors--however, what that will mean for her is still unknown.
When In Battle...
Syntari on the battlefield can be likened to the eye of a raging storm. There is an aura of a calm about her which can be both frightening and entrancing; even while engaged in the most stressful of duels or facing against a vast amount of enemies she is entirely serene. However, if her normally green eyes become tinged with gold the Syntari one will face is entirely different. When angry, hurt, or otherwise effected by emotion in the midst of battle, she is more akin to the greater krayt dragon which is her symbol. A whirlwind of motion regardless of her mood, each of her movements always have a meaning despite the fact that others may not make sense of what she chooses to do. Syntari is a fighter that shows no mercy and would stop at nothing to win the fight or protect those she loves.
Character Info
History
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File:SB31ABY.jpgSyntari BastiaynSyntari 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 Bpfasshi 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. What happened after this new-found awakening is relatively unknown; she disappeared from known records and when she resurfaced, she had acquired her own ship, the "Scimitar", and was now traveling 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 a respectable sum of 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 out of the opinion that it isn't all that important, although 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, regardless of her mood.
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. Whatever the case, Cyril Nighthunter departed from the Brotherhood and Syntari become the newest member of Independent House Taldryan; however, for one reason or another, the she deserted the House and returned to the Clan which Cyril had formerly belonged to. House Shar Dakhan of Clan Naga Sadow swiftly become her home and she fosters a deep affection for every individual in the Clan.
Her Master is the Herald of the Brotherhood, Shikyo Sasuke Keibatsu, a man whom she includes in her closest circle of confidants.
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).