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8 BBY
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Sephi Hybrid
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Female
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1.81m
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61.24kg
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Black
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Emerald
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Samuel "Stalker5" Rothwell (presumed dead)
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Vaapad
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K'thri
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Headmaster
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One of the first to bear the name Tarentae and the Consul who led Clan Tarentum through the Exodus, Ciara Maya Tearnan Rothwell Tarentae returned to Yridia in 36 ABY after a long absence from Brotherhood space to find the only Clan she'd ever served disavowed and abandoned. Learning from a remnant of Tarenti at The Sword's Sheath that Tarentum had fallen to the fanatic Collective, Ciara rallied her former clansmen to join the Brotherhood's assault on the faction's Meridian Prime space station.
Energized by the taste of vengeance but hungry for more, the Tarentae sought a way forward with the fleet-bound Clan Naga Sadow, an old ally who had themselves been forced from their home system during the Collective's assault on the Brotherhood's clans. Ciara found success and kinship within the ancient empire, a fact aided by the blood she shed at their side when the Collective struck at the Brotherhood again in the Discord of 37 ABY and cemented when she aided the Clan in finally purging the Collective from Sepros and returning the system to its rightful heirs.
Ultimately, Ciara did not linger long enough to settle on Tarthos with House Marka Ragnos, but instead found a place among the Dark Council on Arx as the new Headmistress of the Shadow Academy.
Character History
Working on it!
Early Life
TIE Corps
Intel
Into The Darkness
Clan Tarentum
House Gladius
Mystics of the Black Arts
Ascension
The Exodus
Independence
Disappearance
Returning Home
Loss,
Meridian
Clan Naga Sadow
Operation Antiquity
Rebels & Ruins
GJW: Discord
Personality
Physical Description
Ciara Tearnan Rothwell Tarentae
Standing just under six feet, Ciara possesses a regal bearing supported by finely-sculpted, symmetrical features and a crown of tempestuous, midnight waves. Unrestrained, layered strands oft stray into her eyes and play at prominent collarbones before spilling over proudly-drawn shoulders to end their sway just above the curve of her hips. When some attempt at management is made, for combat or vanity, the elongated, elegantly tapered ears of the woman’s Sephi heritage become more apparent. Bronzed skin betrays a mixed, humanoid parentage, but glows with a youth that suggests Ciara has inherited the longer lifespans of her Sephi ancestors.
Set above high cheekbones and beneath sharply-arched brows, arresting emerald eyes once merely flecked with gold have given way to deeper, molten fissures. A dramatic, hourglass figure belies and often distracts from the lithe, supple muscle that shifts just beneath the surface. Her arms taper to slender wrists, nimble fingers and nails meticulously manicured to maintain strong, subtle points. Full lips, stained like a deep, red wine, part to the roll of a thick, darkly rhythmic voice.