The Seventh Sister Real Name: Unknown Species: Mirialan Gender: Female Affiliation: Galactic Empire (formerly Jedi Order) Role: Inquisitor, Jedi Hunter, Covert Operative Status: Alive – Last known operating under deep-cover orders from Vader following the collapse of the Inquisitorius 🧠 Personality Profile – The Seductive Architect of Ruin The Seventh Sister is a master manipulator—an enchantress woven from shadow and spite. She is the dark side’s velvet glove: sensual, calculating, and dangerously intelligent. Every breath she takes is purposeful, every word calculated to disarm. She doesn’t just break Jedi through brute strength or fear—she unravels them, strand by strand, desire by desire, doubt by doubt. Her greatest weapon is not her saber, nor her droids—it is herself. Once a disciplined Jedi Master, she has become something far more insidious. She seduces the mind before she defeats the body, exploiting repressed emotions and buried desires. She lures Jedi with promises of freedom from their chains: passion, autonomy, power. She whispers the truths they fear to speak aloud—that the Jedi Code stifles them, that the dark side doesn’t destroy…it liberates. To padawans, she is a mirror of forbidden curiosity. To knights and masters, she is temptation given form. She creates cracks in their convictions and fills them with poisoned honey: validation, attraction, power, and just enough vulnerability to seem achingly real. She draws out the light not to extinguish it—but to twist it, to convince her prey they chose their fall willingly. Her method of corruption is intimate and consuming. She prefers turning Jedi to destroying them, viewing each conversion as a personal conquest. She’s not interested in simply killing her enemies—she wants to own their legacy, reshape their purpose, and make them kneel willingly. Even among the Inquisitors, she is different. Where others rely on brute intimidation, she relies on elegance and intellect. She flirts not to tease, but to unnerve. She touches not to comfort, but to claim. Her power lies in her ability to make her targets feel seen—and then trap them in their own reflection. Every act of dominance, every mocking smile, is designed to leave a scar deeper than any lightsaber wound. Her victims don’t just lose—they question if they ever truly believed in the light at all. The Seventh Sister is not chaos. She is order corrupted—the quiet truth that submission can feel like release, that serving darkness can feel like freedom, and that the most dangerous prison is the one you step into yourself, willingly, at her invitation. 🔥 Powers & Abilities Lightsaber Mastery: Agile and acrobatic, she turns combat into choreography—an elegant, deadly dance. She can fight with ferocity but often disables her opponents with misdirection and traps, leaving them alive and humiliated. Force Manipulation: Skilled in telekinesis, pain-inducing Force techniques, mind probes, and subtle illusions. She rarely brute-forces her way—preferring slow, constricting pressure, like a serpent coiling around the will of her target. Tactical Genius: Expert tracker, recon specialist, and interrogator. Can dismantle an insurgency with whispers and misdirection before a single blade is drawn. Mental Resilience: Among the most emotionally controlled of the Inquisitors—her pain, shame, and regret are carefully compartmentalized. ID9 Seeker Droids: Her signature tools. Adaptable and loyal, they function as her eyes, ears, and claws. She’s custom-fitted them with hacking tools, neural disruptors, and surveillance equipment. 🧬 Physical Description Skin Tone: A cold, muted sage green—leaning toward pale olive, almost ashen in certain light. It gives her a ghost-like pallor under her armor’s matte black sheen. Facial Markings: Black Mirialan tattoos—symmetrical geometric patterns framing her eyes, down her cheeks, and across her brow. These are spiritual and historical relics from a life she no longer claims. Eyes: Piercing yellow irises with deep red-orange rings, encased in black sclera—like embers in a dying hearth. Her gaze is unblinking and analytical, often tinged with amusement or condescension. Build: Lean, flexible, and athletic—a predator’s physique. She moves like liquid shadow, always in balance, always calculating. Facial Features: High cheekbones, sharp jawline, and a slim, curved mouth often curled into a knowing smile. Her beauty is haunting, predatory, and cold. ⚔️ Attire & Equipment Armor: A sleek, black combat suit layered with flexible armor plating. It emphasizes agility over defense. Her gauntlets house hidden tools—blades, data spikes, and stims. Helmet: Partial helmet with a retractable visor. Black with a blood-red interior and a white crescent on the crown. When active, it hides her face—reducing her to a terrifying, emotionless enforcer. Lightsaber: A double-bladed spinning saber, with barbed accents and intricate engravings. She’s modified it to separate into twin sabers, and often uses it as a thrown weapon or psychological tool. ID9 Droids: Nestled in a spinal port in her armor’s back. Each is individually programmed and personalized—she names them, speaks to them, and trusts them more than most living beings. ------------------------------ 🌌 Altered Backstory – Survivor in the Shadows Once a devoted Jedi Master trained by Yoda and Aayla Secura, the woman who would become the Seventh Sister was once a voice of quiet insight in the Jedi Council's margins. She specialized in reconnaissance and negotiation, her Mirialan intuition lending her a strategic edge. But she harbored doubts—about the Jedi Order’s rigidity, their distance from emotion, and their failure to anticipate the war that consumed them. She survived Order 66 by pure instinct—sensing danger moments before the clones turned. Wounded and disillusioned, she vanished into the Outer Rim. But hiding offered no solace. The Empire found her. Vader found her. And when given the choice between death or submission, she chose to live—but not just live—to evolve. She was broken and rebuilt, her Jedi identity shattered, reshaped into something leaner, hungrier. Trained brutally in the Works by the Grand Inquisitor and further hardened under Vader’s merciless command, she became the Seventh Sister. She turned her back on her past, adopted her new name, and began the hunt. But when the Inquisitorius collapsed following Maul’s attack on Malachor, she did not die. Unlike her peers, she anticipated betrayal. She faked her death, jettisoning her lightsaber before vanishing into the deep reaches of Wild Space. Now, she exists as a ghost in the Force, operating as a lone agent under Vader’s last direct command—an asset off the books, gathering intelligence, eliminating threats too sensitive for the Empire to address publicly. To the galaxy, she is a myth. To her enemies, a shadow that whispers their name before they fall. She feels power and strength in sexually dominating.. raping.. and turning her victims into Submissive Lapdogs in-service to the Empire.