Bio

Syn`da is a white skinned Female Twi`lek, who was born and raised in the Sith controlled portion of the galaxy. As a young girl she was trained as a pleasure slave for the edification of her Sith Masters, and the lessons and training that were forced on her almost every waking moment nearly had the intended effect of breaking her will and spirit, almost succeeded in turning her into the docile, submissive creature her Masters desired her to be. They were thwarted by the intersection of two twists of fate which not only allowed her to retain her own personality, but also eventually lead to her escape from oppression.

The first was that Syn`da was an especially gifted dancer. As she danced her body moved and flowed with almost unnatural grace and fluidity, and the fiery personality that her trainers constantly fought to suppress found an outlet for its expression in the movements or her dancing lessons. The second, ironically, was the Sith’s own teachings. Syn`da, had on occasion been present as an object of ornamentation during small gatherings of the Sith and although her training caused her conscious mind to ignore anything that was said that didn’t directly pertain to her Master’s desires, her unconscious mind heard and understood everything.

The intersection of these two coincidences finally occurred late one night. She had just finished entertaining her Master and the guests her Master had gathered together for some unknown purpose. During the gathering Syn`da was ordered to perform a particularly difficult form of Twi’lek exotic dance known as Zepeda. The performer would be wrapped solely in two wide strips of fabric, and as the dance progressed would utilize these fabric ribbons to create rippling, swirling, snapping patterns of fabric in the air surrounding the dancer. These patterns would serve to shield the dancer’s nudity, and the constant sense of possible revelation at any particular moment served as one of the main attractions which made the dance style a favorite of those who had experienced it. As those who had attended the gathering began to disperse, Syn`da was ordered to see to the needs of one of the Guests.

Her Master’s guest was a sadist who had an inventive and horribly perverted mind. Terribly aroused by the dance he had just witnessed he conceived the idea of forcing his slave to attempt to perform a private Zepeda dance just for him, but instead of utilizing the traditional ribbons, he ordered her to perform the dance with two activated lightwhips. He relished the prospect of witnessing all the self-inflicted injuries the slave would do to herself attempting to dance with the insanely dangerous weapons before he took her. The potential that she might accidently kill herself in the process only added to his excitement.

Syn`da obeyed and took the Lightwhips he offered to her. She activated them, and scarlet tongues of burning plasma sprang from the hilts she held in her hands, slithering across the durasteel floor, burning shallow molten channels into the metal, making her footing treacherous.
As her body began to start the familiar movements of the dance her mind focused intently on her task, carefully noting the placement of her feet, and adapting the dance to adjust for the different way in which the Lightwhips reacted. She made several inadvertent errors early in the dance, and her leku to this day carry the burn scars from those mistakes, but as she danced her focus sharpened, her movements became more sure, and the whips slowly became as much a part of her as her leku, twisting and writhing through the air in eye blinding patterns of light.

While her consciousness fused into a single channel of thought, focused on her movements to the exclusion of all other thought, her subconscious mind was freed to revel in the new experiences the dance allowed free. The intense feelings nearly overwhelmed her as she experienced the blinding euphoria of blazing passion, an emotion she had never experienced before. As she moved across the floor, her body flowing faster and faster, the echos of the the Sith’s own code began to echo through her mind.

Peace is a lie, there is only passion. The experiences in her life had taught her the truth of those words.

Through passion, I gain strength. The emotions freed within her during deadly task to which she was engaged showed her the truth of those words.

Through strength, I gain power. The feelings coursing through her filled her totally with the absolute certainty of her own competence and ability.

Through power, I gain victory.

Through victory, my chains are broken.

The Force shall free me.
As she heard the words in her mind, for the first time that she could remember she totally believed in the possibility of own freedom. She instinctively reached out with her feelings,… and felt the force respond to her will for the first time. In less than the blink of an eye she was across the room, her movements accelerated to supernatural speed, and before she could even register what she was doing, or the consequences, she had wrapped one of the lightwhips around her Sith companion’s neck, and pulled. The head tumbled to the floor, rolled, and came to rest within one of the smoldering channels burned into floor. A frozen expression of surprise still etched itself on the Sith’s face.

She hardly remembers how she escaped from her Master’s stronghold, but the necessity to do so cut through the haze of emotion that fogged her mind. When her ability to think clearly came back to her she discovered herself on one of the planets along the border of the Galactic Republic. She has since made her way through the galaxy by dancing in nightclubs, and offering her services as additional muscle on missions and tasks against the Sith. She rarely stays in the same place for long, as she knows her former Master is most likely still looking for her, and she is certain he has something special planned for her if she is ever recaptured.

Known Personality Traits:

Syn`da, most likely because of her training, has little sense of modesty, or shame. She routinely dresses in a manner that would make the most hardened of working girls blush, and she is well aware of the effect her body has on others, and often intentionally pushes the boundaries of what is deemed appropriate in order to experience the reactions of the people who surround her. She is an exhibitionist in every sense of the word, and loves nothing more than to be in the center of a crowd of people gripped by strong emotions. To Syn`da the particular emotion experienced is less important than the intensity of feeling, and thus she is often eager to be in the thick of dangerous, life threatening situations.

She is a fiery creature of passion. When she isn’t in the grip of strong emotions she begins to revert to how she was before she discovered her own power. The slow slide into the thought patterns of a fawning creature with no will or desires of its own is one of the few things that utterly terrifies her, and she constantly pushes herself to experience more and more in order to push the ingrained habits of a lifetime away. Over time she has discovered it now takes longer stretches of inactivity for those feelings of helplessness to return, and she is able to get by without a non-stop supply of adrenaline, but she has a great deal of difficulty resisting a handsome man, a party, or the opportunity to do something recklessly dangerous.

The one exception to her lack of modesty, oddly, is her neck. While growing up a slave her masters had continually kept her under control via a full leather slave collar, to which a silver alloyed chain was attached. After her escape Syn`da cut the chain away from her collar, except for a single link, but found that she felt exposed and vulnerable when she removed it. She discovered that she had inadvertently turned the symbol of her oppression into a symbol of her own strength, but now didn’t know how to adapt without it.

To this day she refuses to remove her collar under almost any circumstances and it would take a massive investiture of effort to allow sentient being to see her bare neck. Uninvited physical contact of any sort on her neck almost certainly ends with the perpetrator being on the receiving end of Syn`da’s whips or fists. She unconsciously runs her fingers across the remaining link or tugs on it when she is thinking deeply or bored.