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

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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.

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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.