Post by Triune on Mar 4, 2005 23:23:21 GMT
I was born to a darkness you will never fathom
I move through shadows you will never see
The Stars cannot guide you to my home
For I have plucked them out one by one
Leaving the cinders in the stillness of the abyss
I move through shadows you will never see
The Stars cannot guide you to my home
For I have plucked them out one by one
Leaving the cinders in the stillness of the abyss
Name: Lirreka Nr’Uluxen (Last name translates to ‘Ebonclaw’)
Species: Danthiri
Home System: C'nros’ssussun
Age: It’s not polite to ask a lady that (Especially one that’s known to skin people for a hobby)
Height: 5’6” Weight: 125 lbs. Hair: Silver Eyes: Green Skin: VERY Dark
Alignment: Somewhere on the underside of EVIL.
History: Lirreka rose among a people most would consider horrifically barbaric. To rise in this culture one must prove themselves by defeating and killing (or worse) all rivals (hook or by crook), mastering whatever gifts or talents fate gave you and use them to further your reach and influence. All predicated on the goal of pro-creation. Due to the fact that females in most races mature faster then males this race proved to be matriarchal in government type. This almost biological need to defeat or subjugate a rival lead to advancements in all manner of fields. Lirreka excelled at nearly every aspect of her society and rose with vicious speed to stand as one of her people’s most powerful leaders (called Matrons). Lirreka however saw things differently then most of her people. Being a Matron to spread her offspring was not enough for her. She wanted more. She was one of the first to look beyond her planet and indeed was the first to reach beyond her system. She found other peoples and cultures. She infested them like a virus learning all that she could before bringing it to a collapse either by subterfuge or (After her forces grew strong enough) outright conquest. ‘Serve or Die’ that was the only terms she would offer. The early wars left her long-lived people as weakened as the losers but this did not bother Lirreka. She saw it as the driving reason of life. To grow is to live, one cannot grow without pain thusly when boiled down to its most basic component; Life is Pain, Pain is life. This revelation changed Lirreka from an ambitious power-hungry Matron to an Iconic Messiah. Like Locusts her forces would descend on a system, plundering from it all new sciences or technologies, conquering or destroying the indigenous populace and adding it to her growing power base. Into this came Adena, in stasis set adrift for her crimes.
At the time a Sith she and Lirreka were drawn to one another. Lirreka found Adena’s cruelty refreshing and her powers interesting. Lirreka took her as a Mate and showed her what the Ebon Claw had to offer. Perhaps it was Lirreka’s unabashed embrace of what most would see as Evil or perhaps it was just time itself but Adena grew to question her place in the arms of the Force. She wavered and balked at what the Darkside whispered and struggled to find balance once more. In the eyes of Lirreka this wavering was seen as weakness. Their union faded as Adena found her way back to the Lightside and soon the newly reborn Jedi left Lirreka seeking a way back to her galaxy. In the only system through which Adena’s home galaxy could be reached she left the bulk of her fleet which had come to her call after being awakened. In a way she knew that how she and Lirreka parted would only serve to draw the Ebon Matron. The Fleet would stop her or so she thought. The Battle of Kytymur Rim was a battle the Ebonclaw forces still sing about.
Now the Retributor flies among alien stars prowling like a shadowy shark looking for that first scent of blood. Aboard Lirreka holds consul with her hidden Dark Hands as her web spreads out from the Galactic Abyssal into a new universe.
Lo did silence fill the worlds and sully the stars with its shroud. Lo did ships fill the sky and make day as to night. Lo did the heart of Man tremble fitfully in the icy grip of terror, as the last seal lay fractured at their feet. Comes then the Darkness, Comes then the Long Night. Fear the Fading Light- Final Passage of the Nocturne Prophesies.
