Born Satsugai Tameike, Satsi Tameike is a “Mandalorian Warrior” specializing in martial and weapons combat and manipulation, said to be selected from Arcona’s Mandalorian Clan for the Fade Initiative. Satsi is the identical twin of Uji Tameike, discovered by Arcona's own Atyiru. Satsi is actually untrained in the Mandalorian methods and has never been a part of the Initiative. Atyiru, upon discovering Satsi's presence, made the decision to cover Satsi's identity and reconnect her with her brother. She was marked as KIA after one of Arcona's many military operations.
Mandalorian Soldier -- Fade Initiative - Operative #018
Physical Description
Satsi
Most people wouldn't know quite what to make of her when looking at Satsi. Is she a Dark Jedi's servant? A merc leader? A streetwalker? It's hard to tell. Especially since she has a habit of encouraging people to look at places other than her eyes.
Satsi has a ruffle of short-cropped, messy hair, naturally black though she dyes it frequently to a rainbow of colors and back for various disguises. Currently bright, cherry red, her frayed bangs fall messily over her forehead and cheekbones at their longest, short enough for her edgy tastes but long enough to have something to grab on to — just the way she likes it. The woman's face is stubbornly vital for her thirty-something years, giving a mischievous glint to her mature features. Her sharp, angular eyes are chocolate brown, nearly always lined with dark, flashy makeup, and her skin is an oriental tan. She can always be found with a classic, red-painted smirk flashing bright as blood over her bone-white, perfectly straight synthetic teeth. She has a dull, thick horizontal scar slashed across the bridge of her nose that flatters her bold appearance, and two smaller scars on her cheek and chin.
Satsi has many other scars besides, varying from small to large marks over her entire body: both her hands, arms and shoulders, on her collarbone and across her sides, around her neck and down her torso, down each leg, and the bottoms of her feet.
Her most notable scar, though, is the thick rope of disfigured tissue that yawns down her back, a result of the cybernetic spine installed to replace her own.
Another notable, though often hidden marking, is the waxy weal of burn tissue on the left side of her abdomen, just over her lowest ribs: a brand of the Black Sun Cartel logo. She has three tattoos, a trio of multicolored butterflies on her left shoulder, the crest of a Arconan Fade on the inside of her left wrist in red and black, and the typically invisible mark of a high-ranking Inquisitor on her inner right forearm.
Her normal outfits consist of just about anything immodestly tight and modestly functional: tank tops, corset tops, dresses, torn shorts or clingy pants, and knee-high boots or heels. She favors reds and blacks most, but has everything save pink in her wardrobe, including many articles of clothing stolen from her brother. Innumerable and varied piercings decorate her ears, while a stud or three may appear in her brows, lip, or tongue depending on her mood. Her standard knives and pistols, including her Inquisitor Dagger, are always belted to or hidden on her person somewhere, and she has begun carrying a spare lightsaber from her brother, whereas other weapons come and go. These days, she is never found without a silver wedding ring on a chain around her neck.
During an event or con, Satsi will slip into the skin — and corresponding attire — of whatever suits her role's needs, whether male or female, rich or poor, alien or familiar. For specific combat purposes or operations, she wears a lightly padded full-body suit, typically in black and decorated with the symbol of whatever organization she's operating under, with many holsters.
Biographical History
Origins
Together / Alone
Satsi as a child
The twins as toddlers
Satsi was born on Coruscant, the younger twin of the boy that would eventually grow to become Arcona's own Uji. From the moment of their birth, the two seemed irrevocably connected, thick as thieves, even in infancy. As they grew, their toddling times were full of mischief and secret laughter, and the tots could always be found with tiny hands clasped.
When it was discovered that the older boy had a strong connection to the Force, the mysterious and scattered remnants of the old Jedi Order approached the family of the young twins and convinced their parents to give up their four-year-old son. Satsi was traumatized as he was taken away, and soon after her parents stopped mentioning her brother, intending for the family to move on as though he had never existed in the first place and hoping the girl would forget her sibling in her young age. However, Satsi was always aware of his presence, no matter how far away he was, because of a Force link they shared. She would constantly ask about her brother, where he was, and her parents would deny knowing any such boy. Satsi soon became ill, mentally and physically, in her grief over her missing brother, and was an enormous strain on her already-exhausted parents. Doctors could not help her, beyond to offer her parents sedatives to knock the girl unconscious. From there, it was not a far step for their forced care of their near-catatonic daughter to turn to resentment, hate, and abuse.
At one point, after four years of the same day in and day out, Satsi's fed-up parents abandoned her and their home. The girl languished there for nearly a week, starving and fevered where she lay unmoving on the floor. She dreamed of her brother and of strange things, and when she woke next in a hospital, brought there by her guilt-returned parents, she knew beyond a doubt that he did still live, and that she had to find him. Satsi returned home to find all her brother's things missing, as if he'd never been. Understanding that mention of him pained her parents and understanding that her cooperation would earn her fewer abuses, Satsi stopped mentioning the boy altogether. She went along with the game, began relearning how to speak, how to walk and eat on her own, how to dress herself, all the basic functions that for so long she had squandered. At one point in her recovery, Satsi's mother gave her a pet rat to take care of that the young girl named Fluffy Thing.
Years passed, and with them so did the lives of both Satsi's pet and her parents. Though she talks about them very little, Satsi has admitted to the fact that they were murdered in their home, but has never given any indication as to how or by whom. Left with little to nothing from her mother and father, the eleven-year old girl fled her former home for the streets and turned to the less savory aspects of Coruscant's populace to get by.
Embers to Ashes
Satsi's first year as a street urchin was a brutal one that she speaks or thinks little of. In her time she lost many things and gained many more, most paramount of them a survival instinct that left a hard, wild edge to her that would never quite fade away. She found the best places to beg in her little swathe of Coruscant, learned to pick a pocket and whose pockets, in particular, not to pick, how to make herself small and unnoticeable, and how to fight in the most doggedly feral and untrained of senses. She learned not to trust or care, because doing so would only get her hurt, and that the only one she could look out for was herself. She might've lost her heart completely, had it not been for the constant calling in her mind, the faraway, fleeting hope that somewhere out in the galaxy, her brother - her family - was waiting for her.
Such was her life until she met the man who would be her Master.
The Demon's Doll
The Demon’s Way
During the earliest of her teenage years, no more than twelve, Satsi came into contact with an aspiring member of the Black Sun Cartel. If asked, she will refuse to identify the individual to anyone, and will only admit that this individual changed her forever. In addition, after a supposedly severe injury left Satsi nearly crippled, the Black Sun associate offered to replace her spine with cybernetics. With her rehabilitation completed, the Cartel sent her back to work extorting contacts and eliminating those who refused to comply with her demands. Though often willing and happy to resort to violence as necessary, the girl’s reputation remained hidden behind the image of her youth and appearance, her craft in bloodshed equaled only by her seductive deceptions. For twenty-two years she lived as such, growing in that time from a drug-runner to the deputy commander of the Coruscanti Black Sun division and taking the name of the Demon's Doll, second only to their leader, the very individual who first discovered her.
The deeper, truer story, though, is a dark one, told in bits and pieces to a few and evidenced in the scars that make up more of her than does skin.
All Roads Lead to You
The twins fighting together
In 33 ABY, Satsi was given a mission - in collaboration with her Black Sun master - by an old associate of her brother's, T'Vara: she was to kill the man and former Jedi known only as Uji. Not letting on about her relation to her target, Satsi accepted the job, seeing that it would be her best and only opportunity to get off Coruscant and find the family she had lost. Bidding her master and fellow gangsters and whores behind, she departed the Core worlds and followed that sense of him in her mind, slowly making her way to the Dajorra system by hopping ships and trading whatever she needed to, be they creds or punches, to buy passage.
Uji and Satsi
Upon arriving in Dajorra, Satsi made contact not with her twin, but with a woman she knew from dreams of him, through their bond: Atyiru. Luckily, the Miraluka had recently ascended to leadership of the clan of Dark Jedi she resided in, and was able to bring Satsi safely and secretly into Dajorra upon hearing of her objective to find her sibling. Atyiru took Satsi to the home planet of House Galeres, Eldar, and summoned Uji there under the pretense of a meeting for the old friends to catch up. There, Satsi and Uji at last met, the latter obviously having no memory of a sibling or any time before he had begun his Jedi path as a child. Atyiru installed Satsi as a part of the Fade Initiative and forged her membership in the Arconan Armed Forces, so that she might stay close to Uji, and spent her time trying to coax the pair into training their Force bond.
At first, the twins' relationship was extremely contentious, Uji suspicious and wary, particularly of the strange comfort he felt around his supposed sister. Satsi, meanwhile, quickly grew frustrated, and found herself often tired of and angry at the Jedi - Dark or otherwise - she was now surrounded by. However, as time progressed over the course of the next year, the two siblings became nearly inseparable, their bond strengthening both in the Force and emotionally. They fight almost seamlessly side by side, and though always to be found squabbling or taunting one another, they are still a perfectly matched pair. Satsi's time in Arcona grew into a well-liked - if often dangerous - one, particularly as she grew closer to some of Uji's friends and associates, like Kordath Bleu d'Tana, Atyiru, Celevon Erinos, Jax Erinos, the soldiers and crew of the Nighthawk and Galeres, and even some few in Clan Odan-Urr, like Turel Sorenn and his sister, Morgan, and then-Herald Vorsa. Although Uji is unable to sense his sister’s presence in the Force, as it is equivalent to attempting to see himself within the Force or looking at a mirror of his own presence within the Force, others do not have this same difficulty.
Most days, when not following her brother around - which was more often than not - or begrudgingly performing the duties he gave her, Satsi could be found spending most of her time in a training room, maintaining her body as a weapon, or relaxing in one of the Clan's cantinas with a drink and a cigarra. In Arcona's last confrontation with the rogue militant group Perdition, Satsi was reportedly killed in action during the fighting due to Kordath Bleu's involvement with the enemy.
Combat Specializations
Some of Satsi's many impersonations
All people have a price...
Satsi is all too aware of the base nature of most sentient species within the Galaxy, and is a master of numerous methods of taking advantage of it: a deadly manipulator and shrewd negotiator, her dangerous cunning and stunning looks combine to give her the ability to seduce or charm nearly anyone she comes across. Further, her skills in intimidation, augmented by her natural temper and criminal background, are often useful. However, though locally reputable, well-known on Coruscant and somewhat in criminal areas around the Core worlds, Satsi's alias as "Doll" only went so far in a galaxy so large, and these days, she keeps her Black Sun ties very quiet. Still, if for all that she can’t manage to get what she wants, there’s her other skill set.
File:Satsi-angrypunch.jpgSatsi punching a wall
...the cost is your life
Death is no stranger to Satsi: she has a body count higher than most Courscanti office buildings. In a face to face confrontation, she is trained in Corellian Kickboxing and its electrically-gloved variant Shock Boxing as well as Mandalorian Core, and is capable of holding her own in nearly any fight with her strength, endurance, and weapons savvy. She also rigorously trains to combat the Force-users around her and is well-trained in the use of knives, batons, pistols, and blasters as part of her repertoire.
Relationships
The twins
Holo of Satsi and her friend Morgan
Satsi dislikes most people who aren't her brother, particularly around so many high-and-mighty Force-users, whom she inherently distrusts and disdains. She finds most people to be cowardly or stupid, and is happy to tell them as much. In contrast, she gets along best with straightforward and typically "rough" people, finding familiarity in those who practice criminal arts, came up in more vagrant backgrounds, or otherwise just know how to have a good time and let the rules be damned. However, the most important thing to her is - ironically enough, given her penchant for lying and swindling - honesty, specifically honesty with oneself. Anyone possessing this quality is tolerable in her book, and anyone without it or who is afraid of their own faults will be treated with disdain. She thinks very little of duty and honor herself, and finds religiosity to be idiocy, though she's since warmed up to a certain degree of faith in observing her brother's devotion to "the Shadows."
Everyone Satsi meets tends to receive a nickname, more often simple and mocking than clever. Her method of speaking with others changes depending on her mood and goal, as she's been trained to use her speech to suit her role. Her regular speech pattern involves lots of expletives, bit-off words, general pet names like "sugah" and "darlin'", and nicknames. When she is angry, distant, or unfamiliar with someone, she tends to speak much more clearly and formally (the better to make her threats understandable). Only when truly incensed or inebriated does she slip back into the worst of her gutter-speak from her childhood on the street.
Character Aspects - Quick Reference
General Aspects
My Heart, My King, My Brother O’ Mine
There is nothing more important to Satsi than her twin brother, Uji. Period. She’ll do absolutely anything to keep him alive, well, and happy; and if she failed, she’d tell whoever was digging his grave to dig two instead. She’s closer to him than anyone else, and like any sibling, her brother gets under her skin. While she will wear confidence, bravado, and charm as masks in public, she only shows a more vulnerable side when with him.
Unlike most siblings, however, the twins have the Force in their shared blood and are connected by an inborn mental bond. With practice, this bond now allows them to sense and communicate with one another telepathically when nearby, and glean impressions of emotion or condition at distances, though Satsi's inability to effectively wield the Force means she cannot shut these sometimes distracting impressions out. They are reactionary when together, sparking wild emotion, and yet it’s when they’re together that they’re steadiest, capable of perfect synchronicity. However, if separated unwillingly, Satsi will jeopardize all else until reunited with her twin. Regardless of the path they walk on or what they do, they do it together, and that’s all Satsi is truly concerned with.
Pretty Little Liar
Satsi lived and breathed for one thing over twenty straight years of her life: to serve her former lord, Jashin. His right hand in the Black Sun Cartel, Jashin molded her into an enforcer, thief, courtesan, and commander under the moniker the Demon's Doll.
Satsi was taught to assimilate with any level of society, from backwater gutters to senate ballrooms — and how to use her body however necessary to benefit the Cartel. She can bring someone to their knees with her voice, steal their secrets with her curves, and improvise and implement a convincing cover story with all the grace of a trained performer. Manipulating people — whether through seduction, violence, or crafted lies — is simultaneously a career and her chief method of interacting with the world around her. Among other things, this has made it difficult for her to form genuine connections with others, with one exception.
Personality Aspects
Lionhearted Girl
Satsi has many faults, and she knows it. She’s ruthless, cruel, and painful. She’s weak at her core, codependent on other people she fixates on. She’s damaged goods, broken, either unwanted or easy to use. She knows it, but she isn’t ashamed or afraid of any of those things. For whatever else she is, she is brave.
She believes in being true to and proud of herself, in being unafraid to feel fear, and expects just as much from others — often resulting in her throwing the word “coward” around when people shy away from things. Deep down, Satsi has a lion’s heart, and it shows just a bit in everything she says and does. She’s bold in every insult she recklessly yells, in every battle she faces down, and in every instance that she admits to being afraid while soldiering on, head held high, all the same.
Between the Grit and Grime
Satsi is...complicated. Complicated in the way that everyone knows means ”psychotic bitch." She is a proud, stubborn free-spirit at heart and it shows in her generally bad attitude, troublemaking tendencies, and sharp tongue. Most people tend to apply the word “subtle” to Satsi only with sarcasm, but a few who know better will see other, wiser sides to her. She is often violent, vulgar, wild, gutter-rough, and all manner of hedonistic, reflected heavily in her natural speech and mannerisms. Despite this, she can also be thoughtful, clever, incredibly devoted, and graceful as a dancer. A very precious, beloved few will find headstrong compassion, generosity and overprotectiveness from her; but most will likely be on the receiving end of a fake smile and mysteriously lighter pockets.
Most aptly, she is a shiny coin pressed into the dirt — there’s silver there, but it's hidden beneath a dirty surface.
Combat Aspects
Babe, Ya Think You’re So Tough? Put Yer Hands Up!
Few things make Satsi feel more alive than promising to break somebody’s pretty frakkin’ teeth on the curb — and then following through, with a few punches besides. She doesn’t just like a good fight: she likes to start fights. She likes violence, pain, and getting down and dirty. Whenever Satsi fights, it’s never just for survival. There’s always that carnal, wild edge underneath her skin, burning up her blood along with the anger simmering below.
Satsi battles with her whole body, most notably with her fists and extensive martial arts training. She likes to feel the impact, feel things break and bend under her hands or under her skin, and as such rarely prefers most ranged weaponry. Knives or pistols make their way into her repertoire, but most often, Satsi just charges headfirst, ready to throw that first punch and welcoming any hits coming her way as a result.
Shut Up and Dance
Satsi has no patience for Force-users. She spent all her life knowing that there were people like her and people like them. Satsi is at an inevitable, steep disadvantage against anyone wielding the Force. However, she’s survived this long, and knows that the best way to handle them is to play by her own rules.
Satsi has desperately devoted the last several years of her life to training to bring "sparkfingers" down to her level, studying how to spot them in crowds; prepare herself for their tricks and inhuman physical abilities; and even defend against and wield a lightsaber after practice with her twin. Accordingly, she relies on her tolerance for pain and feints and ploys to outlast, unbalance or otherwise unhinge her Force-fueled opponents before moving in quickly for the kill. She’s never needed any mystical mind powers to lay down a beating; but that’s not true for most Jedi.
Credit note: This article was the result of the combined efforts of Uji and Atyiru.