Pain &Suffering

[Ashara Evanaris]

Ashara Evanaris

Height 5’7

Hair color blonde

Weight  180lbs

Eye color blue

Affiliation sith sorcerer (wanna be)

Weapons two vibro swords




Ashara had the feeling she wasn't alone, glancing around the room she could feel something or someone was watching her. Upon closing her eyes, Ashara could sense or even see amber eyes fixated on her.
At first she may have thought it was because she looked or even appeared different from all those in the room. Her long black from hung loosely over her shoulders, concealing her two favorite vibro sword hung at her hips. She dismissed the thought that it was because she was muscular than most women of her height.


She blamed her brother for that, always pushing her around, she sought to be more powerful than him. To much satisfaction he found out when she drove her sowd into his back and watching him die in front of her. Ashara wanted more, she desired to cause pain and suffering. She knew of the  sith, hearing of their exploits causing pain and torture through mind manipulation causing species to go insane. She knew this would be her destiny.
The cantina  on some remote planet in the mid rim territory was quite with a few patrons enjoying their favourite ale, made her feel uncomfortable.One in particular kept eying her. All she could think of was wiping  the smile off his face. She once saw a sith force chock a man to death, and at this moment all she could think of was crushing his esophagus.


Her wine glass sat untouched in front of her, while she let her fingers slowly caress the rim. Her thoughts danced  around her mind, she wanted to make someone suffer, either by learning a force ability in the next thirty seconds, or just breaking them through physical pain.
Feeling some sort of disturbance, her fingers danced around one of her vibro swords, It wouldn't  be long before she lost control. There was one man in the room who was tapping his fingers on the table next to her.


Slowly she arose from where she was sitting, she pulled aside her robe revealing her weapons, she tapped the hilt of her sword with the tip of her finger.  Her silhouette moved across the room as though a phantom was pouncing on their prey. She was confident this individual was no match for her, Ashara slowly placed her hand on his wrist  leaning in towards him, she whispered in his ear, while she held his hand place.


“Do you like what you see my dear”


Ashara, grabbed his wrist forcing him out of his chair, before he could respond he was on his knees before her. She was stronger than he was and didn't have the strength to fend her off. Forcing him on his hands and knees she slowly dug her her six inch heel through the back of his hand.
Gracefully with her index finger, she raised his chin to face her.


“Pain and suffering my dear”


Leaning on her right side she put all her weight driving her heel through the man's hand, twisting and turning her heal. Relishing in the man's screams of pain and anguish. She drove her sword into his abdomen, with a twist his body fell limp to the floor. She knelt beside the lifeless corpse, dragging her finger nail down the side of his face, licking her lips the blood flowed. Gazing across the room, not one lifted their eyes to meet her, except they continued on as if nothing happened.Sheathing her weapon, she gracefully moved through the cantina like a spirit flowed through the wind, and sat at the bar, one leg draped over the other sitting cross legged.

[Ashara Evanaris]

Ashara Evanaris

Height 5’7

Hair color blonde

Weight  180lbs

Eye color blue

Affiliation sith sorcerer (wanna be)

Weapons two vibro swords




Ashara had the feeling she wasn't alone, glancing around the room she could feel something or someone was watching her. Upon closing her eyes, Ashara could sense or even see amber eyes fixated on her.
At first she may have thought it was because she looked or even appeared different from all those in the room. Her long black from hung loosely over her shoulders, concealing her two favorite vibro sword hung at her hips. She dismissed the thought that it was because she was muscular than most women of her height.


She blamed her brother for that, always pushing her around, she sought to be more powerful than him. To much satisfaction he found out when she drove her sowd into his back and watching him die in front of her. Ashara wanted more, she desired to cause pain and suffering. She knew of the  sith, hearing of their exploits causing pain and torture through mind manipulation causing species to go insane. She knew this would be her destiny.
The cantina  on some remote planet in the mid rim territory was quite with a few patrons enjoying their favourite ale, made her feel uncomfortable.One in particular kept eying her. All she could think of was wiping  the smile off his face. She once saw a sith force chock a man to death, and at this moment all she could think of was crushing his esophagus.


Her wine glass sat untouched in front of her, while she let her fingers slowly caress the rim. Her thoughts danced  around her mind, she wanted to make someone suffer, either by learning a force ability in the next thirty seconds, or just breaking them through physical pain.
Feeling some sort of disturbance, her fingers danced around one of her vibro swords, It wouldn't  be long before she lost control. There was one man in the room who was tapping his fingers on the table next to her.


Slowly she arose from where she was sitting, she pulled aside her robe revealing her weapons, she tapped the hilt of her sword with the tip of her finger.  Her silhouette moved across the room as though a phantom was pouncing on their prey. She was confident this individual was no match for her, Ashara slowly placed her hand on his wrist  leaning in towards him, she whispered in his ear, while she held his hand place.


“Do you like what you see my dear”


Ashara, grabbed his wrist forcing him out of his chair, before he could respond he was on his knees before her. She was stronger than he was and didn't have the strength to fend her off. Forcing him on his hands and knees she slowly dug her her six inch heel through the back of his hand.
Gracefully with her index finger, she raised his chin to face her.


“Pain and suffering my dear”


Leaning on her right side she put all her weight driving her heel through the man's hand, twisting and turning her heal. Relishing in the man's screams of pain and anguish. She drove her sword into his abdomen, with a twist his body fell limp to the floor. She knelt beside the lifeless corpse, dragging her finger nail down the side of his face, licking her lips the blood flowed. Gazing across the room, not one lifted their eyes to meet her, except they continued on as if nothing happened.Sheathing her weapon, she gracefully moved through the cantina like a spirit flowed through the wind, and sat at the bar, one leg draped over the other sitting cross legged.
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[Kell Sangros]

It was very rare that Warvanus ventured outside of Sith space. The only exception was when the dark side urged it of him. Even though he could easily take care of himself he had backup if needed. He would be an idiot to come without any backup. He had to be prepared for anything. He sat at a lone table. He had his presence masked (Force Mask) to anybody he was just a man having a drink.

He surveyed the scenery around him. Why had he felt led here? This place had been nothing but filled with smugglers, pirates, winos, and death stick addicts with a farmer here and there. His drink sat untouched as he observed , he was simply dressed as to not attract unwanted attention wearing a simple tunic , pants, boots and a hooded cloak, it was down so he was not hiding his features but inside was his concealed lightsaber.

Long minutes passed by with nothing out of the ordinary it was when the War Bringer took a sip from his glass that he watched a scene play out. A man and a woman, the woman looked menacing, she could obviously take care of herself, before she had ended the man she could tell that she was toying with him. Ruthless he thought to himself. He still observed, she had an aura of dominance. He wondered to himself Can she touch the Force? This would be a question he could answer but to do so would to slacken the masking technique he had in place and there was nothing wrong with using martial skills. So the mask would for now remain intact.

He was always on the lookout for new recruits to add to the ranks of the Order, so few warriors in the order, with the exception of his former Master Darth Tormentous whose location remained unknown, he was believed by some to be dead after the battle that saw the ascension of the reigning dark Lord. Darth Blood, his Master. Then there was Kroxota they in a lot of ways were forged from the same cloth but Kroxota had a misplaced sense of loyalty and honor. Honor he thought was for the dead. They were of a different era and the War-bringer was looking to the future. He had seen many come and go through the ranks, deserters, traitors, if ever found they would all die.

He shifted his focus back to the scene at hand. He took his glass and downed the drink then rose from his seat and went to the bar. He put the glass down and the bartender knew what he had wanted. He was close to the woman now. As he waited for a refill he turned his head in her direction and commented very casually “Love your handiwork” then taking the glass and bringing it to his lips he took a long sip from the glass.

[Ashara Evanaris]

Ashara crookedly  smiled, reliving the satisfaction of pain she caused the man before he died. No matter how many she had tormented, becoming  the only way she could explain it to herself was her soul became a black hole. All the pain and suffering she caused disappeared and nothing could fill the void. She was empty inside, and all compassion  for all species was non existent, Ashara desires purpose, a reason, tormenting; causing pain and suffering was merely not enough.


Ashara had enough sense about her that she should fear this man, unbeknownst to here he was making himself through the force. She closed  her eyes for a moment and within the hole inside her soul there was a hint of darkness filling the void she had been desperately trying to fill. The moment he sat down she could feel the darkness succumb the black hole within her.


Feeling vulnerable, something she had never felt, and she soon realized. His soul was darker than hers drawing her into the aura of the dark side. She knew the of the sith, and if her intuition was right she would undoubtedly decide to be his apprentice. She wanted him to ask her to kill the bartender as a test of loyalty, her glass of wine was empty and he didn't even offer a refill.


Ashara held his stare without a shadow of doubt, she felt something dark beckoning her to fall into the darkness of the black hole. His words coming to the surface as a long lost memory as she composed herself.


“I would have tortured him longer, I feel unsatisfied he died to soon. The void always asks for more, and I am unhappy I  have yet to receive a refill. Another opportunity I suppose”


Hinting at a proposal for her to show off her skills in such a matter which hopefully would bring approval.


“Most would have been afraid, except you like my handywork, Your the only one here I would not put the effort, I could only ask why”

[Kell Sangros]

He sat there casually drinking his drink. He scoped around the cantina. She did not just get pleasure from another’s pain and suffering she gorged herself on it. She was different than a lot of the other recruits who had crossed his path. The others had to have their personality chipped away to be something that they were not really ready to become , but this woman, she had the spirit of a Sith. He briefly thought if he should reveal his true nature to her. Not yet he decided. He put the glass down and wordlessly the bartender refilled his glass.

“Torture” he began “I save for those who earn my vile, a lot of these lives are static, their existence only a pre-tense, the weak serve the strong” He slammed back his glass and looked at the bartender who had seemed to be taking an interest in their conversation. For now he ignored the nosy man who kept his glass full. He got the impression that she wanted something from him. Could it be she suspects he is a Sith? Despite hiding his power in the Force he could still be perceived and if she felt the darkness within him then at this point there was no point in further masking his presence.

He spoke to the bartender “Wouldn’t you agree” the bartender was taken back a bit as he was being drawn in a price to pay for being nosy. All he could do was stammer like a fool. After a few moments Warvanus added “That’s what I thought too” He then turned back to the woman he didn’t answer her question instead he asked one of his own “Who do you think I am?” he asked casually.

All the things he was, was not common knowledge, among the Sith he was known and with some in the Empire and even among the Jedi. He was the bringer of War, he lived and thrived in battle, he was the chosen apprentice of the reigning Dark Lord himself. He was many things. He was a warrior, a Sith Lord, a Scholar he wore many masks but the one of the Sith Lord was his true face all others were a mask.
Before she could answer him he rose from his seat “Right now it does not matter” he was about to take his leave, he would give her a test, he could hear the Dark Side whisper that she was to be it’s latest devotee, she would need to prove herself worthy and the first of these tests was going to be a simple one. As he started to walk towards the door he spoke over his shoulder to her “Kill the bartender” and with that he waited at the door, seeing how this would play out.

[Ashara Evanaris]

Ashara smirking, biting her bottom lip, knew to trust her intuitions, as always this time was no different. She knew exactly who he was, and she had no desire to disappoint. All of her desires  were coming into play. She acknowledged his point of view for saving torture and pain for the most vile, except at this point the torture and pain she caused was the only thing that filled the bottomless  hole in her soul. Perhaps he could teach her otherwise Ashara paid close attention to his demeanor, his walk, his composure. Before speaking.


“Of course, I will serve him on a platter.”


Ashara walked around the bar, never once taking her eyes off the bartender. Her index finger drew a on the surface of counter. Gliding through the swinging door, she hoped this one would last longer than the previous corpse. Ashara walked towards him blocking the only exit, nothing would stand in her way.


Slowly walking towards the bartender, Ashara eyed him, he was tall; he fit the description of the usual brawny type. Fit and probably not to smart, if any one might have give her a challenge he might be the one.  


Ashara waited, she wanted to force him to make the first move.  Constrained by space, with coolers to her left and the bar to the right she knew he would make a dash to hey past her and head to towards the exit. She left no room for error giving him only a fraction of room to spare.


Smirking as he tried as he may, she kicked him with her six inch stelito boots square in the chest propelling him backwards.  Ashara was enjoying the moment, grabbing him by the neck forcing him against the cooler. Pressing her body against his, dragging her index finger down his cheek, relishing in the fact she drew blood. Whispering in his ear.


“So weak, I thought you would have been a challenge,ah mabe  you just want to die”


She felt him tremble in her grasp, she knew he was to afraid to resist her, somehow she knew he would not put up resistance it was inevitable.


“It shall be then” Ashara laughed at him


She toyed with him awhile, dragging his head along the counter before pushing him through the swinging door tossing him on his back. Now she was above him next to his right side. Ashara placed the heel of her boot in the center of his chest, digging her heel in.


Slowly twisting she removed her heel, she wanted him on his knees, she wanted to look him in the eye when he took his last breath.


“My dear close your eyes, let me be the last thing you see before you die.”


Ashara moved behind him, forcing his head forward, she drove her heel into his back, slowly laying him down on his stomach. Ashara unsheathed her swords driving them underneath his shoulder blades. Withdrawing her weapons spinning the hilts, the blades rotated, the blood glistening in the dim light.


She spun, waves of her long blonde hair floated in the air.


“As you wish” She said calmly

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus watched as the events unfolded, she did not hesitate this was good. She would need that ruthless determination if she was to survive training as a Sith. That is if he decided to take her as his apprentice. His thoughts briefly went to Kinta Vetasa his apprentice. He had no qualms in breaking the rule of two it was outdated in any case. Still he just did nothing as chaos began to ensue.

The Bouncers who had seen this also would not stand for it, they wore no armor, and all drew their blasters, there were about four of them all armed with Blastechs, Dl-18s Warvanus judged by their appearances still he stood and watched as the four advanced on her. Two went for the charge while two remained behind out of her range but not out of range of their weapons.

He watched, and briefly thought about intervening but thought better of it at least for now. Naturally after the bouncers were dealt with the patrons would all need to die as well. He remembered his initiation into the Sith. He had fought along side the soldiers of Darth Tormentous and had remembered the question he posed to him about the fate of the ruler of that world. His answer had pleased the Legendary Sith Lord. As Warvanus’ punishment was more painful and cruel. He was snapped out of his reverie when one of the patrons decided to give the bouncers a hand only he had a heavier weapon. By his estimation she would not survive the bouncers and this man who by judging by his weapon was some part of a crime syndicate or something. Warvanus was close enough to the man that he put his hand on his shoulder.

The man whirled on him brandishing his weapon in his chest. Casually Warvanus told him “I wouldn’t do that if I were you” the man laughed harshly at the War-Bringer.The man said nothing and Warvanus said nothing more. Before the man could blink the Sith Lord drew a small dagger and jammed it up the man’s face under the chin. He died instantly it was swift and silent in the growing chaos. The body hit the floor hard and as it did so Warvanus turned his attention back to the woman and continued to watch to see how this would play out.

[Ashara Evanaris]

Ashara was amazed how fast the bouncers withdrew their repeated rifles, this was quite the predicament she got herself into. By this this time it was too late to asses the mistakes she made when she first walked into the bar.

Ashara now had to rely on her instincts if she wanted to make it out alive, unfortunately she was not caring any blasters. Only her two vibro swords, she had to be quick and be precise, her only option was to use the environment to her advantage.

Without hesitation, with the heel of her boot she she kicked a chair towards the closessed bouncer. She followed suit using the chair she hurled herself through the air, an array of bullets screamed through the air. Her boot landed square in his chest, she rolled over top of him, grappling him as a human shield, disarming him.

Holding him in headlock, she fired at another a shot, precisely between the eyes. Watching the other two she held the bouncer firmly in a headlock He newly acquired weapon aimed in the other twos direction.

“Wait dont kill him” one replied”

“Look at her, she's insane, she cant take both of us” The two now were talking amongst themselves.

Before the other could respond her finger squeezed the trigger, a spit fire of bullets rang out pulmutting into one of the bouncers chest. Ashara gave a wry smile as he fell to the floor.

“Looks like it's just me and you my dear.”

She took her shot,Ashara only wanted to mame him shooting him in the leg. She dropped her weapon, with a quick twist she snapped his neck dropping him to the floor. Kneeling down she recovered her weapon, staring at the man on the floor, she aimed her weapon.

“Are you sure you want to do that”

Without a second thought her sword flew through air, her aim was true. Her sword penetrated right below his shoulder making his dominant arm useless.

Ashara now standing above her victim, placing the ball of toe next to the would, slowly applying pressure. Ashara making sure with every effort, that he felt utter pain. Meanwhile she slowly withdrew her sword.

“Hurts don't it. On your knees” Wickedly smiling

Though he was in an amount of pain he did what she asked, crawled to his knees, and he knew he was going to die. Lifting his head with the toe of her boot, she unsheathed her other sword, and with both blades in a quick cross slash his head rolled to the ground. Kneeling down she uses the dead bouncers shirt to wipe the blood stains from her blades.

Taking note the man she had just met was still standing in the same place, unmoved. In a sick and twisted effort she picked up the man's head walking towards the exit.

“Here's desert for the platter I brought you”

Tossing the head aside, she stood in front of him.

“I hope you are Who I think you are” Ashara had never been more serious.

[Kell Sangros]

He watched her, his expression was unchanged. He debated on killing the other patrons in the cantina but he thought better on it, not out of mercy or compassion as Warvanus had none of those qualities. He just did not want to linger around this dump any longer. He had work to do and his realm of Karza called to him. In fact when she approached him he still did not speak, he turned around and exited the cantina. He assumed she would follow him, he walked for a bit in silence, his Force Mask still in place, when they approached his YT1300 the boarding ramp was down, his protocol droid KL-PK1 was waiting for him.

“Master” it said in a very proper accent “The ship is ready to go” Still the War-bringer did not speak but KL-PK1 or simply known as Karl had been Warvanus’ droid for a long time so he knew his mannerisms and ascended the ramp. It was then that Warvanus turned around to face her. She had tried to intimidate him. He dropped his Force Mask and all the power he embodied and commanded could be felt even if she did not know what it was. His presence had changed revealing his true nature. Not far behind them were a group of four men. They were armed but not brandishing their weapons. He looked past her and to the men he gave them a slight nod. These men were under Warvanus’ command and without a word they boarded the shuttle that was berthed next to Warvanus’ freighter.

He turned his attention to the woman. He was tall and imposing, he was a being you did not trifle with. He had after a moment finally spoke, answering to her statement she had said in the cantina. “What will you do if I am not who you think I am? “ He began then paused “Who do you think I am?” he asked with a tone that showed he was not intimidated. When she answered him, he would then add. “What is your name?”

[Ashara Evanaris]

Ashara's perception in this moment vastly changed, she experienced fear, hate, and everything in between surrounded within one person. Her mind frozen in this instance felt weak for the first time in her life, she felt a darkness with in the same black hole.Except he had harnessed the source truly becoming the instrument of darkness.

Ashara's soul laid bare, the more time she spent in his presence the veil of her own pain tore as though he took a piece paper ripping it in two. Leaving only a cassim of pure darkness. Ashara needed this power he had possessed.

After feeling what transpired, her will was stripped clean and replaced with reverence that she may hold that same power of someone like herself.

“A powerful lord, who has touched the darkest center of their soul, a beautiful obituary for those who disappoint.”

Ashara felt his disappointment, after proving he would not be intimidated.

“Ashara Evanaris” Slipping her mind he asked what she would do If he was not who she thought he was.