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Ndawe Matissa

Those who rule must have the strength to immerse themselves in darkness, so that those beneath need not touch it

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a character in “Star Wars: Legacy Of The Force”, as played by Aftershock

Description

Name: Ndawe Matissa
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Sith Apprentice
Skin: An almost ochre-brown
Eyes: Pools of ebony
Hair: His head is shaven, and he keeps his black facial hair trimmed short.
Distinguishing Marks: A tattoo on his head, which he has borne since childhood. He does not know its meaning. His is a body riddled with scars, numerous and inconsequential enough that no one stands out.
Force Sensitive: Yes



Lightsaber Forms: Having been trained by several Sith Lords and Masters, Ndawe has varying levels of mastery of most of the seven lightsaber forms. He prefers to blend together all of what he knows, to be both adaptable and unpredictable.
Known Forms:
Form V: Shien / Djem So

Force Powers:
Basic Force Powers
Force Fear
Force Sense
Telepathy
Telekinesis
Force Speed
Force Jump

Advanced Force Powers

Master Force Powers

Skills:
Glutton for punishment: As a result of his years as a Sith punching-bag, Ndawe has an incredibly high tolerance for pain. He is willing to subject himself to any torture or rigour to pursue his own ends, and in battle will deal with any pain so long as he can keep fighting.

Silver-of-tongue, clear-of-eye: Valice has proved a master-class in the art of manipulation, and Ndawe had been a keen observer of her plot against Yssarian. He noted not only her talent for deception, but her abilities of observation and focus as well. Ndawe too possesses theses talents, and seeks to study and improve on Valice’s ways. Where Valice’s ruthlessness is solid and unstoppable though, Ndawe’s is subtle, undetectable, and adaptable.

Insatiable Mind: Ndawe sees that Valice’s true advantage over Yssarian came not through skill, but intelligence. She outwitted her master, as opposed to overpowering him. In his mind, the most sinister and powerful of the Sith Lords were those whose techniques were complex and unfathomable, rather than those with raw power. He possesses a well-trained memory and a ravenous appetite for knowledge, particularly of Sith Alchemy.

Modest Conviction: Ndawe holds none of Valice’s pride, seeing power and position only as a means to an end. He seeks no glory for himself, and feels no need to display his power or malice. In fact, almost contradictory to Sith norm, his blade is silver hued instead of red, and he is most fond of rubes of pure white. Ironically, he believes that a new system of absolute rule must be put in place, and that ultimately his mind will have to play the largest part in designing it. Although this belief that his judgement is so better than most others seems contradictory to his modesty, it does not derive from pride, but from a genuine, almost fanatical conviction that he must work to fix the broken system by which the universe is ruled, or none will.

Equipment:
Lightsaber – Ndawe built his own saber, consisting of two easily adjoining segments that allowed him to quickly switch between either a single double-bladed saber or two individual blades. Rejecting the standard Sith red for a set of Kaiburr crystals of a rare, silvery tone, the blade handle is made of a Mandalorian Iron / Cortosis alloy. This is a lightsaber-resistant material, and avoids the usual weakness of double-bladed sabers, that is the vulnerable center. The permission of using such expensive materials was a great shock to Ndawe, and he considers it the only recognition Yssarian ever showed him after becoming obsessed with Valice.



Biography (Personality & Appearance at end):
Ndawe was a child of Coruscant, with powerful merchant parents. These roots seem a life apart, however, from the one he lives now. Born a powerful force sensitive, one of his father’s more shady business associates began to show interest in him early on. His father was set on an academic life for the boy however, and had sufficient connections to ensure the boy was untouched. Or so he thought.
His father’s business took a turn for the worse, and these connections began to dry up. Shortly before Ndawe’s eight birthday, the ‘shady contact’ paid the family a visit. The Sith Lord Darth Yssarian had come to teach the price of refusal. He slew Ndawe’s parents and claimed the boy for his own, taking him on as an apprentice.
His apprenticeship comprised nearly a year of what he thought to be a crueller torture than possible. But then things got worse. Yssarian usurped the current Master, Darth Urza, and abandoned Ndawe in favour of Urza’s apprentice, Cato. Ndawe was unceremoniously dumped to be claimed by another Sith Lord. However, none stepped forward to do so. Instead the few others found it to their amusement to use him as a sort of communal punching bag. Each sith would train him whenever it pleased them, submitting him to grueling lessons for their own amusement. He was as much slave as apprentice, but he learnt quickly.
After three years of this, Cato rose to become a Sith Lord in her own right, as Darth Valice. She eventually took Ndawe to be her own apprentice, perhaps from pity, or perhaps sympathising his own abuse with hers. Yssarian’s primary interest remained torturing Valice, and he paid no mind to Ndawe. Valice kept her training of him secret from Yssarian. She promised him that Yssarian would soon face retribution, and that she would teach Ndawe to be powerful enough to enact his own vengeance on those Sith who had tormented him. Though Valice did indeed slay Yssarian, 5 years later, his own vengeance must go cold. Those Sith who had travelled with Yssarian had either perished or departed on their own way.

A year has passed since Yssarian's death, and Ndawe is now eighteen years old. Despite his youth, his size, beard, and intensity give him the bearing of a man far older. He has trained as a sith for ten years, knowing nothing but cruelty. Valice’s harshness is the closest thing to kindness or warmth that he can remember, short of vague memories of what once may have been. He despises the cruelty and arrogance associated with Sith, for it does naught but weaken one’s own cause. He is ruthless and cunning, allowing neither morality nor personal pleasure to obscure any objective. His is a handsome, expressive face, equally inclined to be loving and terrifying. Although a large, well-muscled man, he is not so bulked up as to impede his speed. His powerful, explosive form lends itself to aggression and the brutality of Vaapad or Ataru, and as such, he trains himself more rigorously in Djem So. Where the opponent expects to find reckless openings they will be met with impervious defence, and punished for their error with terrifying counterattacks. This says much about the young Sith. There is more to the boy than meets the eye. A keen intellect and silvered tongue belie an oppressive silence and deferentialism, and his interests in the force run far deeper than raw attack power.
Much to any others surprise, he also holds a reverential eye for beauty. Of all things, the young Sith is a thoughtful painter, and though few hear it, a honeyed, musical voice whispers past his silvered tongue. He does not seek power as a Sith for power and cruelty, but to give the guidance that democracy and the Jedi cannot. They are too indecisive, systems too open for abuse and manipulation. They do not reign in misbehaviour where they must, and thus are forced to come down either too heavily or too weakly later on. He believes an empire must be built, one free of the taints of tyranny or compassion. One ruled by a new breed of Sith.

So begins...

Ndawe Matissa's Story

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#, as written by Tash
Coruscant. The center of civilization and politics in the galaxy. With concentration, one could still feel the ripples of a thousand Jedi deaths echoing through the force even now, over two hundred years after the great Jedi purge. The thought brought a smile to the lips of Darth Valice, known to the rest of the galaxy as Cato Vrynn, CEO of Vrynn Interstellar Shipping, as she stared at the sprawling city through the view port in her personal transport. Today was the day that representatives from thousands of star systems would come together and elect a supreme chancellor, reforming the republic and likely restoring the Jedi to their ancient position as guardians and peacekeepers. In the public eye, a wealthy businesswomen and likely political contributor had come to Coruscant for the election, but in truth, Valice intended scope out the Jedi, gain their trust, and weaken them from within.

"Ma'am, we are getting ready to land now." Valice turned to see Threx, one of two Mandalorian mercenaries that served as her bodyguards, speaking to her.

"Very well. Land on platform three in sector sixteen. Ndawe should be waiting for us there with his report." Valice spoke, her tone even. She had sent Ndawe, her apprentice and personal favorite among the Sith that served her, ahead give her a preliminary report on the state of things. Threx nodded and returned to the cockpit with the instructions, leaving Valice to her thoughts. The ship had begun it's descent when she felt it, like a wave in the force emanating from a single point on the planet. Whomever it came from was neither Sith nor Jedi, and their presence prompted Valice to take extra precautions to hide her presence in the force.

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Character Portrait: Darth Valice Character Portrait: Ndawe Matissa

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The ship descended upon the platform, kicking up a wind that fluttered at Ndawe's robes. It was timed too perfectly, and felt as though the wave he felt rippling through the force had caused it. Pushing it from his mind, he clutched the robes closer to himself, and stepped forth to meet his Master. She would have better sensed it anyway. He towered over her, even when bowing his head. Nevertheless, there was an air around Cato Vrynn of unmistakable authority. Ndawe merely nodded towards Threx.

"Good morning Ms. Vrynn. This way, if you will?" he gestured, falling in step as they walked away from the landing pad. "You will be pleased to hear that your accommodations have been set up per your specifications. Your personal air-speeder is available whenever you wish to depart to the Senate. A modified Gaba-18 speeder, you will find it most comfortable. I trust your flight was not too stressful?"

Although they were on a personal landing bay, as was expected of the more sumptuous suites, Nthando knew it would not do to discuss matters more... personal. After all, one never knew who was listening. That had been part of the reason he'd been sent ahead, with a variety of droids. They cleaned, arranged, and more importantly, carefully inspected the suite which his master had requested for any security compromises. They found none, and had quickly accessed the security mainframes. Clever pieces of machinery, these droids. Valice would have more control of her suite than the Hutt real-estate tycoon they had gotten it from.

Only once the security doors closed behind them did he speak more freely, getting straight to business. "The council is highly divided. How to react to the Jedi is only one such issue. Choosing a Grand Chancellor may prove a long, tedious business. The Jedi themselves have arrived already, and I suspect they will be on their way to the Senate. The temple will remain a ruin until they can secure sponsorship. The Imperials will, of course, heavily oppose this, as will all those with resentment towards force users. But the Jedi may have enough support to succeed."

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Character Portrait: Sulin Worus Character Portrait: Deel Teroalaas Character Portrait: Tyr-Kyr Magnus Character Portrait: Darth Valice Character Portrait: Kibriets Character Portrait: Tania Romali Character Portrait: Ndawe Matissa

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Moving carefully about the buildings, Sulin remained as undetectable as he could be. He knew that should he get too close to a jedi, maybe around 10 to 20 feet, they would know he was there. He knew well that he had to avoid that, so as such, he stuck to taking the roof tops, doing his best to avoid using the force. His position might be a little more than dangerous, as he did not know how the jedi might react to knowledge of him.

His first stop was the old jedi temple. They had a library there that, assuming minimal damage, could give vast quantities of unknown knowledge. Sulin could not pass up this opportunity at such easy knowledge.




It had taken Sulin a grueling three hours to get to the old temple. It was in complete ruins. However, Sulin still had hope about it and began by walking in the one archway that was still intact. Upon entering the temple, Sulin fell to the ground pain rippling through him until he had lost enough focus to become visible, both by eyes and by force, once again. He stood up quickly now, without pain, noting that the force was a dangerous thing in the temple.

Following the broken down hallway, occasionally using the force to move objects out of the way, Sulin moved at a hastened pace. He could be seen and he could be felt, two things he found horridly dangerous.

Finally reaching the library, Sulin found what he was looking for. The lost knowledge of the jedi, their archives. It was plain to see that the archives had been damaged, but Sulin pulled all the recoverable data, putting it on a data spike to be brought back to the rest of the Observers. Sulin only hoped that no one had come to investigate the temple.

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Character Portrait: Darth Valice Character Portrait: Nalek Character Portrait: Ndawe Matissa

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Coruscant...
Nalek couldn't say it was one of her favourite places to be. There were far too many people, who were more interested in themselves than anybody else. The selfishness in this Capital was by far the worst in her opinion.

Her Master and fellow apprentice would be meeting about now. However, Nalek had decided to skip this meeting and head straight into the bustling crowds.
The air was thick with noise. Everyone was getting on with the preparation for this important day but it was still easy to distinguish the Jedi's from the regular people.
She assumed, correctly, that they would be making their way to the Senate. Clearly the order had assumed trouble, other wise they wouldn't have needed the 'Forces Peace Keepers'.

Rather than follow the Jedi, Nalek decided it would probably be most wise to get in contact with her comrades. It wasn't everyday you got to meet with 'Darth Valice'.

The Twi'lek changed her direction. Heading to the meeting point.
Most likely Ndawe would already be with his Master. It was well known among all the Sith Lords that Valice held him as a particular favourite.