Basic Information:

• Name:  Bella Tenebrix

• Alias:  None

• Species:  Human

• Gender:  Female

• Age:  32

Affiliation & Status:

• Affiliation:  Czerka Corporation (formerly Eternal Empire)

• Title:  Elite Field Commander (Czerka Asset Recovery Division)

• Rank:  Senior Recovery Operative

• Force Sensitive:  Yes

Origin & Residence:

Origin & Residence:

• Homeworld:  Zakuul

• Current Residence:  Mobile Assignment (Outer Rim, Czerka Outpost)

Physical Stats:

• Height:  1.75 meters (5'9")

• Weight:  63 kg (139 lbs)

• Build/Body Type:  Slender, graceful, wiry strength

• Eye Color: Golden-amber, unusually intense 

• Hair Color:  Deep, rich purple with cool undertones — styled in loose waves cascading over the shoulder.

• Skin Color:  Fair
  
  

Distinctive Features:

• Distinctive Characteristics:  Calm, observant gaze; rarely smiles in public; movements precise and quiet

• Scars/Tattoos/Markings:  Thin scar on left eyebrow (childhood fall); faint plasma burn on right shoulder; no visible tattoos

• Other Notable Features:  Tends to dress with minimal flair—Zakuulan or Czerka uniforms always neat, often a worn leather bracelet on left wrist; typically seen near her cousin Brina in tense situations 

Personality Profile:

• Openness to Experience:  Moderate (cautious but curious; trusts intuition over novelty) 

• Conscientiousness:  Very High (precise, quietly meticulous, dependable in crisis) 

• Extroversion:  Low-Moderate (reserved, prefers observation, commands trust through calm presence) 

• Agreeableness:  High (empathetic, nurturing protector, deeply loyal once trust is earned) 

• Neuroticism:  Low-Moderate (emotionally steady, but occasionally overwhelmed by quiet burdens) 

Additional Traits:

• Strengths:  Keen observer, deeply strategic, emotionally grounded, unshakable in her loyalty 

• Flaws:  Guarded to a fault, slow to forgive betrayal, carries silent guilt for what she couldn't prevent 

• Likes:  Quiet routine, solving logistical puzzles, candid moments with Brina, watching from the margins 

• Dislikes:  Manipulative authority, performative leadership, unpredictability that harms the innocent 

• Disposition:  Watchful, steady, quietly principled 

Command Structure:

• Superior:  Nominally answers to Czerka field coordinator Lorim Vance (strained relationship; she operates with quiet autonomy) 

• Subordinates:  Technically none, but often defers to or leads small evac or recovery units in the field (especially trusted by displaced ex-Zakuul operatives)
  
  

Personal Connections:

• Significant Other:  None

• Notable Friends:  Brina Tenebrix (cousin, closest bond); Indo Zal (escaped fugitive, assisted escape during Horizon Guard fallout)

• Pets/Companions:  A loth-cat named Ember, rescued during Outer Rim evacuation—often found in her bunk, curled beside field gear
  
  

Family:

• Mother:  Sira Tenebrix (former Zakuulan administrator, deceased) 

• Father:  Darth Malis (once a shadow councilor under Valkorion; legacy erased, presumed executed) 

• Siblings:  None by blood—considers Brina her true sister; their bond forged through shared survival and chosen loyalty

Skills & Abilities:

• Signature Abilities/Force Powers:  Subtle Force empathy, danger precognition, limited telepathy with Brina 

• Combat Specialties:  Defensive coordination, threat containment, close-range support

• Languages Spoken:  Galactic Basic, Zakuulan, partial Sith 

• Notable Achievements:  Prevented archive detonation during Zakuul uprising; enabled covert civilian escape during Horizon Guard fallout

• Other Skills:  Stealth navigation, crisis logistics, instinctive lie detection

Equipment & Gear:

• Primary Weapon(s):  Reinforced electrostaff (short-length), compact pulse sidearm

• Notable Equipment/Gear:  Modified decryptor, mini-field medkit, encoded holotag tied to Brina 

• Armor/Outfit:  Layered Czerka recovery uniform over Zakuulan base armor

• Personal Items:  Holo of Sira, emergency letter for Brina, sparring token from training days

• Mount/Vehicle:  Unregistered Horizon Guard speeder, call-sign “Ghostlight” 

Roleplay Hooks:

• Quirks & Habits:  Double-checks exits, taps surfaces before leaving, rarely speaks first in tense moments

• Rumors & Reputation:  “The Silent Guard” — calm under pressure, rumored to bend orders quietly for civilian safety 

• Open Connections:  Ex-Zakuul survivors, displaced Force-sensitive youth, Czerka evacuees she helped disappear 

Story Seeds:

• Current Goals:  Keep Brina safe, protect civilians, disrupt Czerka exploitation from the inside 

• Hidden Agendas or Secrets:  Secretly tracking erased Zakuul records and her father’s fate; conceals off-book ops with Brina 

• Fears/Weaknesses:  Losing Brina, becoming emotionally numb, guilt over past inaction 

• Story Arcs:  Internal rebellion, legacy excavation, sacrifice for someone else's survival 

• Background:  
  
  

Born in 3658 BBY on Zakuul, Bella Tenebrix trained alongside Brina in the Squire Initiative, quickly gaining a reputation for quiet precision and unwavering loyalty. She advanced steadily—from Protector to Knight Captain—often working behind the scenes to defuse crises and protect civilians, including during a critical archive standoff and the Horizon Guard fallout. After the fall of Zakuul, Bella joined Czerka as a Recovery Operative, continuing her quiet rebellion from within. Whether safeguarding evacuees on Ziost or orchestrating unauthorized civilian extractions in the Outer Rim, Bella remained a steady force—always watching, always choosing what was right over what was ordered. 

• Timeline/Chronology:

  • 3658 BBY | 5 BTC | Born on Zakuul

  • 3640 BBY | 13 ATC | Age 18 | Enrolled in Zakuul Squire Initiative; showed early aptitude in reconnaissance and discretion 

  • 3638 BBY | 15 ATC | Age 20 | Promoted to Protector; exposed sabotage plot during training drills; quietly redirected blame from Brina 

  • 3632 BBY | 21 ATC | Age 26 | Promoted to Zakuul Knight; prevented detonation during archive siege; enabled peaceful resolution through negotiation 

  • 3630 BBY | 23 ATC | Age 28 | Promoted to Knight Captain; protected diplomats during Grand Hall attack; shielded Brina’s choice to spare saboteur 

  • 3629 BBY | 24 ATC | Age 29 | Promoted to Horizon Guard; aided fugitives’ escape during politically charged purge; falsified report to protect Brina 

  • 3627 BBY | 26 ATC | Age 31 | Departed Zakuul post-Eternal Empire; joined Czerka as Recovery Operative; led silent evac during artifact conflict on Ziost 

  • 3626 BBY | 27 ATC | Age 32 | Promoted to Senior Recovery Operative; organized unauthorized refugee evacuation during Outer Rim crisis; ignored Czerka recall order 

Roleplayer Info:

• Contact Preference:  In-game (Tarika Kenau - Imp Side)

• Timezone:  EST (UTC-5)

• Activity & Availability:  Weekdays (afternoon) & weekends (during day)
  
  

Roleplay Preference & Boundaries:

• Roleplay Style:  Prefer 1:1 or small group roleplay, mostly in-game.

• Triggers & Boundaries:  No god mode.

• Plotting & Collaboration:  Open to long-term plots but prefer things to develop more on the fly/spontaneously. 

• Other Notes:  Preferred session length: 1–3 hours.

🟥 Episode I – The Listening House
3643 BBY | Age 10 | Galactic Cold War | Zakuul, Artisan’s Quarter | Civilian

🪐 Galactic Context:

The Treaty of Coruscant has stalled the galaxy’s war, but not its ambition. In the deep shadows of the Unknown Regions, Zakuul grows—quiet, elegant, and unseen. Loyalists from the old Sith order and disillusioned Republic minds now serve a new Emperor in golden silence. At the heart of this empire-in-waiting, Bella Tenebrix learns to hear what others do not. 

📘 Narrative:

✧ Bella Tenebrix was raised in a home where silence had gravity. Her father, once Darth Malis, had walked away from the Sith Empire without public disgrace—his disappearance was deliberate, his silence devout. Her mother, Sira, worked in the Spire’s data chambers, filtering truths and erasing names with equal precision. Words in their house were never wasted. Even love came wrapped in glances and guarded tones. Bella learned quickly that presence mattered more than volume, and that stillness could be a kind of shield. Her cousin Brina lived nearby, burning like a signal flare, all motion and certainty. Bella didn’t need that fire—she just needed to know where it burned. Adults sometimes paused when hearing her surname, recognition flickering across faces before vanishing again. Bella noticed every pause, every hesitation, and filed them away like evidence. She didn’t speak of it, but she remembered.

✧ The Artisan’s Quarter was beautiful, but Bella understood that beauty was curated. The walkways gleamed under artificial starlight, and air gardens masked the scent of circuitry and vigilance. Zakuul’s perfection wasn’t accidental—it was controlled. Bella moved through it like a ghost with open eyes. She memorized guard rotations, timed the ventilation cycles, and learned which teachers spoke differently when certain topics came up. Her instructors praised her precision but warned her not to “overanalyze.” She didn’t argue. She just recorded what they said and compared it to what they did. Brina liked to test the edges; Bella preferred to map them. She didn’t want to be seen. She wanted to know. And that made her dangerous in a city that prized compliance.

✧ When a sanitation grid overloaded and power failed across three tiers, Bella stayed calm. While children cried and lights flickered, she moved straight to the utility alcove, accessing controls she wasn’t supposed to know existed. Her fingers shook briefly—just once—but her breath remained slow. The grid was compromised by a feedback loop, and she rerouted it without waiting for permission. By the time emergency crews arrived, the system had stabilized. “Who authorized this access?” a technician asked, squinting at her. “No one,” she replied. Her hands still tingled from the static. The man logged the incident, then said nothing. Zakuul rewarded efficiency, not credit. Bella walked away with her jaw tight and her mind racing—not with pride, but with calculation. Someone would notice. Someone always did.

✧ The aptitude assessment came three weeks later, led by silent Knights cloaked in gold and shadow. Bella arrived early, her uniform spotless, her pulse steady. The others whispered about outcomes, but she had already mapped the room and guessed which officials held influence. When her name was called, she stepped forward with neither hesitation nor flair. The lead Knight tilted his head. “You know how to listen.” “Yes,” she said. Nothing more. Her results weren’t the highest, but they were clean—measured, reliable, quietly exceptional. She and Brina were accepted into the preparatory squire track, flagged for “sponsored oversight.” The phrasing told her everything: her legacy was known, just not spoken. She didn’t need praise. She needed confirmation. That was enough—for now.

✧ That evening, Bella sat alone in her family’s kitchen, organizing files no one had asked her to keep. One folder contained instructor inconsistencies. Another tracked shifts in doctrine phrasing. She didn’t know what they meant—yet. But patterns always meant something. Across the ceiling, the Spire's highest light pulsed softly, like a heartbeat waiting to be noticed. Her datapad chimed once. A message from Brina: Awake? Bella stared at the text without replying. She knew Brina was likely on the rooftop again, watching the horizon like it owed her something. Bella stayed where she was. She didn’t need the stars. She needed the data. And in its shape, she could already feel the edge of what would come.

📓 Personal Log: “Quiet Recall” | Zakuul, 3643 BBY

"They taught us that silence is obedience. But they never taught us how to listen. I listen to voices others ignore. I hear what’s missing, not just what’s said. Brina is my fire. I am her shadow. Our fathers vanished into myth, but I remember them—through pattern, through absence. Legacy doesn’t fade when you guard its edges. And I will guard them, quietly, until I know what we’re meant to become."

🟥 Episode II – Echoes of the Spire
3636 BBY | Age 17 | Fall of Ziost Era | Zakuul, Southern Training Cantonment | Zakuul Squire

🪐 Galactic Context:

In the wake of Ziost’s devastation, the Sith Empire stumbles—and whispers ripple through the Outer Rim. Zakuul remains untouched, veiled by design, expanding its Knight programs beneath the Republic and Empire’s notice. The Eternal Empire is not yet named, but its seeds are rooted in discipline, secrecy, and legacy. Bella Tenebrix, seventeen and already watching from the margins, is being shaped into something precise. 

📘 Narrative:

✧ The cantonment was colder than Bella remembered. Polished corridors stretched like veins around the Spire’s outer sector, sterile and whisper-quiet. Cadets filled them with perfect posture and polished boots, but Bella moved differently—fluid, observant, invisible by choice. Her instructors noted her “consistent precision,” but none knew how much she saw and filed away. She tracked syllabus changes, food shipments, and when surveillance drones shifted course by even a meter. Brina laughed at her for it—until one of those adjustments revealed a false fire drill masking a security stress test. Bella didn’t panic. She rerouted her squad calmly, documented the breach in neutral language, and submitted the report unsigned. It was reviewed, flagged, then quietly deleted. Bella never mentioned it again, but her breathing slowed whenever she passed that hallway, like waiting for a second echo.

✧ Brina had begun sparring with purpose now—harder, louder, daring instructors to call her reckless. Bella, by contrast, adjusted. She studied behavioral tells, identifying fear in the clench of a hand or the widening of a pupil. She noticed which overseers stammered when asked about Ziost, and who changed the subject when Valkorion’s name surfaced. She never asked questions outright. She made suggestions that felt like their ideas, guiding instructors to reveal more than they intended. Some called her manipulative. She preferred precise. When her cohort struggled with power regulation drills, she rewrote the training algorithm and sent it to command anonymously. They implemented it the next cycle—no credit given, none needed. But Bella tracked the acknowledgment in the smallest smile of an instructor who now stood straighter when she passed.

✧ On the fourth week of combat rotation, a cadet suffered a concussion during a botched drill. The protocol was clear: pause, secure the trainee, report. The instructor hesitated—too long. Bella moved in without rank or request, issued stabilization commands, and called for emergency evac. Her voice didn’t rise, but it carried. She saw the instructor’s jaw tighten as he lost control of the moment. Later, he filed a report criticizing her for “unauthorized initiative.” She accepted the reprimand without rebuttal. Inside, her hands trembled only once—behind her datapad, in the quiet of her dorm. The cadet survived. The silence around the report did too.

✧ Rumors grew, always half-spoken. That the Tenebrix line was curated for something more. That their fathers had followed Valkorion into seclusion, not exile. Bella tracked the rumors without feeding them, letting them swirl around her like dust she refused to breathe. She didn’t need truth from others—she was building it herself, piece by piece. The system around her moved on rules no one taught. And she was learning them by feel. Power didn’t announce itself—it rotated, adapted, embedded. Bella’s gift wasn’t command. It was interpretation. And interpretation could change everything if timed correctly.

✧ That night, she and Brina stood on opposite ends of the training balcony, facing the artificial stars. The silence stretched between them—not cold, just full. “You’re holding something back,” Brina said, her voice half-accusation, half-invitation. Bella considered lying, then shook her head. “Not holding. Measuring.” Brina nodded once, like she understood. Bella’s jaw unclenched slowly as she turned her gaze to the Spire’s apex, its golden shimmer humming like a question only she could hear. She didn’t want glory. She wanted accuracy. And that required patience—until the patterns broke open.

📓 Personal Log: “Edge of Signal” | Zakuul, 3636 BBY

"They teach us precision, but fear questions. They want us sharp—but never sharper than the system. I’m learning when to speak and when to suggest. Brina burns like a banner—I move like signal beneath noise. Our fathers left behind instructions we were never meant to hear aloud. But I hear them anyway—in pauses, in frequencies, in patterns that don't fit. I don’t want command. I want clarity. And when I have enough, I’ll act. Just not before."

🟥 Episode III – The Quiet Rebellion
3635 BBY | Age 18 | Start of Arcann’s War | Zakuul, Data Spine Monitoring Sector | Zakuul Knight

🪐 Galactic Context:

The death of Valkorion has been repackaged as sacrifice; Arcann now commands the Eternal Throne with ruthless clarity. The Eternal Fleet wages silent devastation across the galaxy, striking Imperial and Republic worlds alike. Within Zakuul, peace is preserved through curated silence—yet Bella Tenebrix begins to hear too much to ignore.

📘 Narrative:

✧ The briefing room lights flickered once—then settled into sterile brightness. Bella stood at parade rest beside Brina, the two newly knighted under Arcann’s sudden regime. Valkorion’s portrait still hung in the corridor, its edges freshly polished, as if to erase what had happened. Orders arrived faster now: assignments by algorithm, targets devoid of context. Bella’s first deployment was not to a battlefield but to the Data Spine, where anomalies were to be logged, not questioned. She accepted the assignment with neutral efficiency—but inside, her chest tightened with every message flagged for “quiet archiving.” Brina clenched her jaw beside her, pacing too much between drills. Bella didn’t tell her that she had already begun logging discrepancies—tiny, deniable shifts in surveillance, doctrine, phrasing. She almost told Brina everything one night before curfew—before swallowing it, uncertain. Zakuul had always moved in silence. Now, the silence was weaponized.

✧ The first irregularity came from the Outer Rim intel streams: a cluster of encrypted bursts misrouted through Spire signal towers. Official logs listed them as atmospheric echoes. Bella knew better. She traced the packets to Imperial border stations—destroyed within the hour of transmission. Someone was using Zakuulan systems to map vulnerabilities before striking. She filed the discovery under “anomalous telemetry” and marked it for internal review. A week passed. No action. Then the file disappeared. She confronted her sector commander, voice low, breath measured. “Did you archive packet 873-Delta-Red?” The woman blinked too slowly, smiled too quickly. “There is no such file, Knight Tenebrix.” Bella’s spine straightened. Her voice did not rise. But inside, her pulse thudded like a warning beacon. She walked out without permission. The silence in the hallway pressed like a hand on her throat.

✧ Bella returned to her apartment that night and rerouted her backup storage to a shadow node she'd set up years earlier—an old habit born of legacy and instinct. She cross-referenced the lost packet with fleet movement records and found a pattern: reconnaissance disguised as humanitarian outreach. Arcann was not just retaliating—he was preemptively claiming control. Brina would have acted immediately. But Bella paused. She breathed. Then she forwarded the data—anonymized, stripped of signature—to a Spire official embedded in ceremonial compliance protocols, one Magistrate Indo Zal. She’d seen his name on encrypted morale briefings, his presence curiously constant at loyalty tribunals. She didn’t expect a response. Two days later, the pattern stopped—but her node was quietly purged from the system. Indo never acknowledged her. But someone had listened. And someone had erased her trail just cleanly enough to let her know: keep moving, but not too loudly.

✧ Brina noticed the shift before Bella spoke of it. During training rotations, she moved closer, eyes scanning more than forms. “They’ve tagged you,” Brina said one night, sweat still clinging to her brow. Bella nodded once, slow and quiet. “They’re watching everyone.” Brina’s hands tightened into fists. “Then we watch back.” But Bella knew that wasn’t enough. She couldn’t fight fire with fire—not here. She had to become what the system least expected: compliant, quiet, indispensable. She began adjusting procedures subtly, rewriting subroutines, embedding protocols that looked like efficiency but shielded vulnerable data. Resistance didn’t always shout. Sometimes it aligned the numbers, hid behind formality, and whispered just loudly enough to redirect the tide. Still, every keystroke tightened her chest. She couldn’t protect everything. She couldn’t tell Brina everything. And silence was beginning to feel like betrayal.

✧ A week later, during a classified comms analysis shift, Bella intercepted a desperate burst from a Republic scout vessel—crippled, drifting, pleading for mercy. The system flagged it for deletion. Instead, Bella rerouted the transmission to a decommissioned buoy and added a false “scrambled signal” tag. It would delay the Eternal Fleet’s targeting by 72 hours—long enough for an evacuation. When her supervisor questioned the anomaly, Bella met his gaze evenly, her hands folded behind her back. “Signal was too distorted to verify source. Logged accordingly.” He nodded, unconvinced but unwilling to push. That night, Bella stood beneath the old lift platform, hands cold, breath slow. Brina appeared beside her, quiet. “Something’s changing in you,” she said. Bella didn’t deny it. She just looked at the Spire’s apex, now dark in places it used to glow. “I’m still loyal,” she whispered. “Just not to the lie.” The silence that followed didn’t feel safe. But it felt true.

📓 Personal Log: "Whispers Against the Grain" | Zakuul, 3635 BBY

“Valkorion ruled by design. Arcann rules by deletion. I keep hearing the quiet things—orders without authors, silence shaped like obedience. I don’t want to tear Zakuul down. I want to preserve what mattered before power devoured purpose. I’ve begun to act—not boldly, but precisely. Brina thinks I’m holding back, but I’m carving a path. Not one they’ll see. One they’ll never trace—until it’s too late. This isn’t rebellion. This is protection, written in silence.”

🟥 Episode IV – Coming Soon
3632 BBY | Age 21 | Coming Soon | Coming Soon | Coming Soon

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📓 Personal Log: “Coming Soon” | Coming Soon, 3632 BBY

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🟥 Episode V – Coming Soon
3630 BBY | Age 23 | Coming Soon | Coming Soon | Coming Soon

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📓 Personal Log: "Coming Soon” | Coming Soon, 3630 BBY

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🟥 Episode VI – Coming Soon
3629 BBY | Age 24 | Coming Soon | Coming Soon | Coming Soon

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📓 Personal Log: "Coming Soon” | Coming Soon, 3629 BBY

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🟥 Episode VII – Coming Soon
3627 BBY | Age 26 | Coming Soon | Coming Soon | Coming Soon

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📓 Personal Log: “Coming Soon” | Coming Soon, 3627 BBY

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🟥 Episode VIII – Coming Soon
3624 BBY | Age 29 | Coming Soon | Coming Soon | Coming Soon

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📓 Personal Log: “Coming Soon” | Coming Soon, 3624 BBY

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🟥 Episode IX – Coming Soon
3621 BBY | Age 32 | Coming Soon | Coming Soon | Coming Soon

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📓 Personal Log: “Coming Soon” | Coming Soon, 3621 BBY

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