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- Feb 26, 2018
Name: Díleas Nimbus
Height: 5' 8
Blood Type: A+
Eye Color: White with Black Scelera
Hair Color: Raven Black
Force Sensitive: Yes
Biography: Born on Anzat in 378 BBY, Díleas was much like the other Anzati of her homeworld. She trained and forged skills in many things, from hunting to hand to hand combat, for the first 100 years of her life before setting off into the wider galaxy to seek soup and nourishment from the most dangerous game: Man. She only grew as she entered the nebulous void, learning more intricate details about life, society, other cultures, as well as honing her other skills, such as learning more intricate details on piloting and ship repair, improving her aim with a Blaster, and blending in to her current environment.
She originally settled on Onderon, at the time in a state of civil war. Soldiers and commanders roamed aplenty, perfect sustenance and challenge for the young hunter. She stayed there for around 60 years, during which time she built a small cover for herself as a tailor shop owner under the name, Díleas Nimbus. In that time, she formed many attachments and relationships with other merchants, but also, to her surprise, began to weave friendships with some of her more frequent customers. One particular customer was a young woman by the name of Clairien, a violinist whom intrigued her for her connection to the city, or lack thereof. She was very much an outsider to Onderon society, not conforming to many subtle and overt ticks the community had, simply going her own way and doing as she pleased. The two had a rather friendly relationship in the beginning, but after a few weeks, it got a more luscious upgrade, the two finding intimate relations quite favorable.
Soon enough, Díleas began to grow obsessed with her, visiting every show that she had performed in, and even following her home on some occasions. Her raw artistic talent and enlightened mind compared to the other Onderonians presented a very enticing meal for her, but due to their steadily growing bond, Díleas found herself fighting the urge to feed on her, despite knowing that she would be satisfied for weeks, if not months, off the soup of this one beautiful and cultured lady. This hunger gnawed at her being for months on end as she spent time with this woman, even beginning to learn how to sing from her, and being tutored on the arts of showmanship and the true nature of reality. Whilst most Anzat believed other species to have childish concepts of the universe, what Clairien said to Tíleas was spoken with such ferocity and conviction that even she began to be swayed by her arguments, if not her passion alone.
Sadly though, their relationship was cut short when Tíleas slipped up, allowing a Loyalist soldier to see her feeding from a comrade. They razed her shop to the ground and buried the two inside as it was set alight, beating the Anzat badly enough with both fists and weapons that it managed to strain her healing factor, leaving her weakened. Oddly enough, it was Claire that fought them off, moving like lightning as she made mincemeat of many of them, and intimidating the rest into running. As the two were trapped beneath the rubble, Clairien actually implored Díleas to feed from her and gain the strength to escape, despite knowing what that meant for her. Given how ravenous her desire for the girl's essence had grown, Tíleas barely hesitated when the permission was given, feeding on her deeply, and with her strength restored, she easily ripped her way out of the wreckage.
As her essence melded with Tíleas, she felt so many things in the world now, and so much more vividly. She could feel colors and hear smells, wonders of universes she didn't know existed seemed to open to her, and throughout it all, she could feel her being grow all the stronger and more connected for it. After the fact though, a part of her felt shame and sadness that this beautiful woman had been snatched from the world by her own actions, and out of guilt, and anger, she slaughtered the Loyalists that burned her home with a ferocity she had never known. Seeing them all flee, begging for mercy, submitting themselves to her, doing anything to survive, it felt good, intoxicating even, but ti didn't save them. Afterward, she left Onderon, finding that absorbing Clairien had changed her, in more ways than one.
Conventional hunting no longer satisfied her, as did simply wandering as a drifter or disguising herself as a normal woman. Clairien was powerful, her own woman, she made no pretenses and hid no elements of her personality, so now, neither would Tíleas. Killing the soldiers also brought a change, awakened a different kind of hunger, one that stoked her inner Anzat as she began to dream of domination, over men, women, all forms of life imaginable. It made sense to her, she was an Anzat, Apex Predator, it was only just and fair that she control and rule over others, it was her duty. She found her way into the outer rim, where she joined with a ring of slavers, and ran a small, but profitable organization over the next 200 years. This lasted until the Reign of the Empire when the Imperials raided her base and destroyed her home.
Seeking revenge against the Empire, she opted to assault the Imperial Palace on Coruscant, but almost as soon as she arrived, she was surrounded and arrested, for the Emperor and the Empire left no loose ends. Díleas flew into a rage at having been caught and put to the sword so easily and, much to her surprise, she began to toss Stormtroopers around like ragdolls without her even touching them. It soon became apparent that the Anzat's abilities, and indeed, her good luck all these years, may have been enhanced with the Force, something she had been completely unaware of for most of her life. Incensed by this power, she was found once more by Palpatine after fleeing, but this time he extended a hand of friendship, offering her the chance to learn about her newfound power, to which she eagerly accepted.
Díleas was trained in the ways of the Dark Side for over 15 years, and she ended up becoming one of The Emperor's Royal Guard. She watched Palpatine and Vader do business and discuss things over many years, until the eventual time of their death. When the Empire began to fell, Díleas initially considered abandoning it, but with all the luxuries and pleasures it had afforded her, she knew fleeing would be giving up a lot of what she had earned, so she fell in with the ranks of the Imperial Remnants as they fled into new territory, joining the Sith Order when it was newly established, but also trying to keep one foot in the military as well, wishing to maintain good relations with both parties (just in case).
Personality: As a near immortal being, Díleas has watched friends and allies, loved ones and enemies, all die off, most from old age (even her enemies, she just waits them out normally). She has seen empires rise and fall, conflict after conflict arise, and has watched as the continuous cycle of life, death, and rebirth played out before her eyes. You might think this would cause a certain detachment or aloofness, but this was not the case. Rather, seeing how fragile and fleeting life was actually inspired her to form deep emotional attachments to people and places, and become an artist and free spirit after a century and a half of hunting the most dangerous game.
She spends most of her free time painting, singing, writing and screwing, though she had a thing for the last one before she became an artist. She prefers to paint and write more than singing though, as these also serve as a form of capturing a memory for her. As an Anzat, she has seen many grand and majestic sights, and also some very simplistic, but no less beautiful designs, and often she feels the need to paint them and write history books or adventure tales based around them, as a way of preserving the memory of the place so that it isn't forgotten. The singing and the sex are more simple pleasures that she has a joy in reveling in, as someone who enjoys putting people under their heel or hearing the sound of their own voice.
Make no mistake though, despite her artistic inclinations, Díleas is not a good person. As an immortal, especially an Anzat, she projects a sense of superiority over everyone she sees, believing that her life, measured in the infinite, is more valuable than those around her whom, while beautiful in their own way, are mere embers compared to her flame, easily snuffed out. This superiority is one of her more defining traits, as it evolved into a desire to always have at least one person on their knee before her, doing whatever she commanded and loving every second. Naturally, this led her to the Dark Side, and a proclivity to side with the Imperials and Sith due to the freedom from persecution they allow her.
She is not a diva though, she doesn't lose her cool whenever she doesn't get what she wants, she's too old to waste time like that, she simply figures out the best way to get what she wants and acts on it, whether it be negotiation or assassination. As someone whom is as 'superior' and sexually promiscuous as she is, she has a habit of freely flaunting herself to others, dressing in outrageous clothes or blatantly flirting with others just because she feels like it, having no shame or fear because she knows no one can take advantage of her.
- Expert Marksman and Hand to Hand Combatant
- Adept Pilot
- Master Tracker and Survivalist
- Adept in the use of the Force
- Sub par Swordsman
- Competent Strategic Knowledge
- Heavy Artistic Inclination
Belongings/Gear: Canine Blaster Pistol, 2 Stick Bombs, 1 Lightsaber (Dual Phase)