Ciara stands taller than most human women, possessed of a lean musculature built more for agility than strength. Wild, midnight tresses rebel against the stillness of dark emerald eyes, tamed only by the weight of thick waves falling as far as the curve of her hips. Her eyes are set in bronze-toned skin above high cheek bones. Her lips are set in a near perpetual smirk.
Ciara considers few worthy of her allegiance, but she is fiercely loyal to those with whom she covenants. Chief among those loyalties are the first members of the former Mystics of the Black Arts, House Gladius, Clan Tarentum, and her husband. In sharp contrast to her treatment of others, these who have gained her devotion will find their sins and faults largely overlooked - perhaps even when they shouldn't be. She can also find it difficult to reconcile her loyalties should they become at odds with one another.
Owing perhaps to her youth leading the Mystics of the Black Arts phyle from their very own asylum and to years given to the study of ancient Sith and Krath alchemy and sorcery, a touch of madness broods beneath the deceptively still waters of those emerald eyes. Far from broken, Ciara has mastered it and gained both a steely resolve and a keen, perhaps sadistic interest in manipulating the minds and fears of others to the brink of sanity.
At her core, Ciara is driven by a thirst for the truth, and she will stop at nothing to have it. She has little regard for boundaries, rules or caution when it comes to seeking out knowledge, particularly when she believes forces would intentionally attempt to hide it. She is the first to question, "Why?" and the last to relent until the whole is understood. If she were immortal, she would work until she had unraveled all the mysteries of the Force and the universe.
Though many within the Brotherhood and particularly the Empire would have liked to have beaten this trait out of her in her youth, Ciara does not grant much respect or regard to men (or women) for their rank, position or reputation alone. Every one must stand on their own merits, knowledge, and power.
Ciara Tearnan Rothwell Tarentae seems to get her thrills, perhaps sadistic ones at that, from toying with her opponents. Some are content with simply striking down or injuring their opponent, but that is not enough for Ciara Tearnan Rothwell Tarentae. No, she wishes to see her enemy descend into madness or kneel before her as a blathering mess; or even better, as a fresh new servant with a muddled mind. The Puppeteer usually forsakes outright hurting and maiming her opponent and focuses on illusions, mind tricks, and other wicked means of destroying a person.
Master (+5) |
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Adept (+4) | |
Proficient (+3) | |
Trained (+2) | |
Learned (+1) | |
Mediocre (+0) |
Master (+5) |
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Adept (+4) | |
Disciple (+3) | |
Studied (+2) | |
Initiate (+1) |
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Primary Martial Art | None |
Secondary Martial Art | None |
Primary Lightsaber Form | Form VI (Niman) |
Secondary Lightsaber Form | None |