Basic Information:

• Name:  Brina Tenebrix

• Alias:  "The Silent Flame"

• 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:

• Homeworld:  Zakuul

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

Physical Stats:

• Height:  1.76 meters (5'9")

• Weight:  67 kg (148 lbs)

• Build/Body Type:  Muscular, broad-shouldered, sturdy

• Eye Color: Hazel-gold

• Hair Color:  Black, thick, often in a short braid or cropped 

• Skin Color:  Fair

Distinctive Features:

• Distinctive Characteristics:  Square jaw, open and intense gaze; moves with energetic confidence

• Scars/Tattoos/Markings:  Blaster scar above right hip; faint surgical line at left ribs; burn scar across right forearm

• Other Notable Features:  Wears practical uniforms (Zakuulan gold, later Czerka green); battered synth-band on left wrist; rarely seen without her cousin Bella nearby

Personality Profile:

• Openness to Experience:  Moderate-High (adaptive, values new perspectives but guided by core convictions) 

• Conscientiousness:  High (principled, takes duty seriously, self-disciplined)

• Extroversion:  Moderate (assertive, leads from the front, but keeps most feelings private) 

• Agreeableness:  Moderate-High (protective, loyal, guided by empathy, but stands her ground) 

• Neuroticism:  Moderate (feels pressure, struggles with self-doubt, but resilient under stress)
  
  

Additional Traits:

• Strengths:  Decisive under fire, fiercely loyal, courageous, quick to act for others’ safety

• Flaws:  Sometimes stubborn, slow to trust authority, prone to guilt over hard choices

• Likes: Fieldwork, rooftop solitude, earned trust, standing up for the vulnerable

• Dislikes:  Blind obedience, betrayal, misuse of power, being reduced to a legacy

• Disposition:  Resolute, compassionate, quietly defiant

Command Structure:

• Superior:  Lorim Vance (Czerka field coordinator)

• Subordinates:  None
  
  

Personal Connections:

• Significant Other:  None

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

• Pets/Companions:  None
  
  

Family:

• Mother:  Isedra Tenebrix (medic, alive, Zakuul)

• Father:  Veraden Tenebrix (formerly Darth Veraden, missing/presumed dead) 

• Siblings:  None (Bella Tenebrix; cousin - like a sister) 

Skills & Abilities:

• Signature Abilities/Force Powers:  Instinctive Force shielding, danger sense, limited telekinesis

• Combat Specialties:  Squad tactics, close-quarters defense, crisis leadership

• Languages Spoken:  Galactic Basic, Zakuulan, limited Sith

• Notable Achievements:  Defused the Ziost Vault crisis; led unauthorized evacuation under Czerka orders

• Other Skills:  Urban navigation, field negotiation, instinctive threat assessment

Equipment & Gear:

• Primary Weapon(s):  Standard-issue Zakuul knightstaff (modified hilt), compact blaster sidearm

• Notable Equipment/Gear:  Czerka tactical datapad, encrypted commlink, old Horizon Guard insignia (kept hidden) 

• Armor/Outfit:  Worn Czerka operations gear over reinforced Zakuul scout armor

• Personal Items:  Half-burned holophoto of her parents, joint field journal shared with Bella

• Mount/Vehicle:  Modified Zakuulan patrol skimmer (stripped ID tags), “Pulse-7”

Roleplay Hooks:

• Quirks & Habits:  Carries herself like a Knight, even in civvies; scans exits instinctively; stiffens at mention of “orders”

• Rumors & Reputation:  Ex-Zakuul elite; “traitor with a heart”; known to defy protocol for civilians 

• Open Connections:  Czerka rivals, saved refugees, loyal squadmates, ex-Overwatch fugitives

Story Seeds:

• Current Goals:  Protect the vulnerable; keep Bella safe; expose corporate exploitation

• Hidden Agendas or Secrets:  Covers for Bella’s off-book rescues; tracking old Zakuul records

• Fears/Weaknesses:  Fear of losing Bella; haunted by inaction; distrusts command

• Story Arcs:  Corporate rebellion; rescue under fire; truth about her family's legacy

• Background:  
  
  

Brina Tenebrix was born into legacy and suspicion. Raised on Zakuul in the shadow of her Sith-turned-loyalist lineage, she grew up balancing pride, grief, and expectation. Alongside her cousin Bella, Brina ascended through the Eternal Empire’s ranks with fire and loyalty, earning a reputation for bold leadership and quiet defiance. Whether in gold-trimmed Horizon Guard armor or corporate greens, her compass remained the same: protect the vulnerable, question unjust orders, and never sacrifice the bond she and Bella forged in fire. Through sabotage, diplomacy, and rebellion, Brina carved her own path—not as a servant of empires, but as a protector on her own terms. 

• Timeline/Chronology:

  • 3658 BBY | 5 BTC | Born on Zakuul

  • 3640 BBY | 13 ATC | Age 18 | Enrolled in Zakuul Squire Initiative; saved squadmate during live-fire drill; marked as high-potential recruit

  • 3638 BBY | 15 ATC | Age 20 | Promoted to Protector; led breach investigation; exposed corruption at Academy; protected Bella from political fallout

  • 3632 BBY | 21 ATC | Age 26 | Promoted to Zakuul Knight; led suppression of undercity uprising; Bella defused insurgent device during critical operation 

  • 3630 BBY | 23 ATC | Age 28 | Promoted to Knight Captain; defended Grand Hall summit from sabotage; spared traitor against command orders

  • 3629 BBY | 24 ATC | Age 29 | Promoted to Horizon Guard; disobeyed direct order, allowed fugitives to escape; altered report with Bella’s help 

  • 3627 BBY | 26 ATC | Age 31 | Left Zakuul after Vaylin’s fall; joined Czerka as Recovery Operative; protected civilians during Sith/Jedi artifact conflict on Ziost

  • 3626 BBY | 27 ATC | Age 32 | Promoted to Senior Recovery Operative; led unauthorized civilian evacuation during Outer Rim crisis; defied corporate abandonment order 

Roleplayer Info:

• Contact Preference:  In-game (Brina Tenebrix - 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 – Sparks in Stillness
3643 BBY | Age 10 | Galactic Cold War | Zakuul, Artisan's Quarter | Civilian

🪐 Galactic Context:

The Treaty of Coruscant has brokered a fragile peace, but tensions ripple beneath the galactic surface. While the Republic and Sith Empire repair their scars, Zakuul grows quietly, a rising empire under the enigmatic Valkorion. In the depths of the Spire, far from warzones and propaganda, Brina Tenebrix is born into silence shaped by purpose, and legacy woven through shadow. 

📘 Narrative:

✧ Brina Tenebrix was born under filtered stars, in a city where the sky never told the truth. Her father, once Darth Veraden, had vanished from the Sith Empire alongside his brother, answering a hidden call in the Force. That call led them to Zakuul, where they laid down their titles but not their vision, becoming quiet architects in the Emperor’s unseen order. Brina never heard these stories spoken aloud, but their truth was carved into the habits of her life. Her mother, Isedra, served as a medic in Valkorion’s inner sanctum—her hands steady, her voice precise, her silence deliberate. Her cousin Bella lived just a few levels below, daughter of Darth Malis and Sira, whose work in the Spire’s intelligence net wove truths into codes. The girls were raised together, not as rivals but as mirror echoes—one flame, one current. Even at ten, Brina could feel the tension in her own bones, like a storm waiting for air. Instructors called her volatile. She didn’t mind. Fire needed fuel—and she was surrounded by it.

✧ The Artisan’s Quarter gleamed with curated calm—marble arcades, quiet fountains, domed conservatories echoing songs written to soothe rather than stir. Brina walked these halls with restless purpose, counting steps between patrols and learning which murals covered access ports. Bella followed in silence, noticing the patterns Brina missed, saying little but offering direction in every glance. Their studies were clean, structured, full of doctrine and aesthetics—but Brina learned more from what wasn’t taught. She found meaning in the pauses, in the way guards stood at attention two degrees too long when certain names were spoken. The city raised children to blend into its perfection. Brina sought the edges, the flaws in symmetry. She earned demerits for questions, and warnings for “unmanaged energy.” But beneath it all, she felt the world watching—expecting. That pressure did not shape her into compliance. It sharpened her like a blade. Her jaw clenched every time they praised “unity.” She didn’t want unity. She wanted truth.

✧ When the fire drill began, Brina immediately knew something was off. The sirens were two octaves higher than standard, and the corridors sealed in the wrong sequence. While others filed into safe zones, Brina slipped away, dragging Bella behind her into a service vent near the cooling conduits. The junction chamber pulsed with unstable charge—one capacitor seconds from overload. Brina crossed the threshold without thought, teeth clenched against the static sting. She rerouted the flow with burnt gloves and instinct, her hand blistering around the control stem. When the grid stabilized, the hum of catastrophe faded. Bella stood in the corner, face pale, lips pressed thin. “You could’ve died,” she whispered. Brina swallowed the ache that wanted to answer. “But I didn’t.” It was their first secret—a burn wrapped in trust, sealed by silence. That silence would become everything.

✧ A Knight team arrived weeks later to test Force-sensitivity and readiness. Brina didn’t flinch under the scans or the questions. When asked what she would do if the system failed her, she answered, “I’d fix it.” Bella impressed them with insight and precision; Brina with instinct and defiance. Both were accepted into squire prep, flagged under “quiet sponsorship.” Brina understood what that meant: their parents were watching, or someone close to them was. A Knight paused on her profile, eyes narrowing just enough to reveal recognition. Brina didn’t ask what he saw—only that he saw. Legacy wasn’t about name or credit. It was about motion through silence. About being noticed without speaking. And she would be remembered, whether they wrote her name or not.

✧ That night, Brina climbed to the highest rooftop she could reach, the Spire pulsing in the distance like a second sun. Below, the city whispered its seamless rhythms—too seamless. Bella joined her, saying nothing. “Do you think they’re out there?” Brina asked, voice barely above the wind. “They’re not gone,” Bella said. “They’re just waiting farther along.” Brina nodded slowly, her throat tightening. Not from grief. From certainty. Her parents hadn’t abandoned her. They had built a path she would have to choose to walk. And when the silence broke, she would be ready to run through fire to meet them.

📓 Personal Log: “Before the Flame” | Zakuul, 3643 BBY

"They say stillness is strength. But I don’t trust things that don’t move. Bella hears rhythms; I feel what breaks them. Our family served something older than titles, and deeper than loyalty. I won’t wait for orders to prove I belong here. I’ll act, when others are afraid to. My father left the Empire, but he didn’t leave his purpose. I’ll find it. And when I do, I won’t whisper—I’ll burn."

🟥 Episode II – First into the Fire
3636 BBY | Age 17 | Fall of Ziost Era | Zakuul, Squire Academy, Southern Training Cantonment | Zakuul Squire

🪐 Galactic Context:

The galaxy reels after the devastation of Ziost, a world consumed by the raw hunger of the Sith Emperor’s spirit. While Republic and Imperial forces scramble to recover, Zakuul sharpens its silence. The Eternal Empire begins absorbing whispers from the edges—recruiting Force-sensitives, gathering artifacts, building without resistance. Brina Tenebrix stands on the cusp of becoming Zakuul’s blade—but first, she must learn to wield herself. 

📘 Narrative:

✧ The Squire Academy was elegant, sterile, and built like a lie. Its marble halls glistened, its instructors smiled, but Brina felt the tension behind every gesture. She walked those halls with a blade in her chest and no sheath for it—every lesson a test of restraint. Her instructors praised control, but Brina knew what they really wanted was suppression. She clenched her fists too often, asked too many questions, and sparred like someone trying to crack open the system. Still, she passed every trial. She did the drills, wrote the reports, even learned to speak their dialect of polite obedience. But inside, the fire churned. Bella warned her, gently—“Wait. Let them underestimate you.” Brina almost said I don’t want to wait, before swallowing it. Silence lingered like a dare.

✧ Her training cohort was full of children with clearances higher than their courage. They whispered about legacy, about the “Tenebrix cousins,” but none dared say it too loud. When a saboteur disabled the eastern barracks grid, Brina didn’t wait for command. She grabbed a toolkit, barked orders, and rerouted the power manually—scorching her palms and tearing her sleeve. Bella arrived moments later, locking down the corridor without a word. “You can’t fix everything with instinct,” she murmured. Brina nodded, jaw tight, the scent of ozone clinging to her hair. She didn’t regret what she’d done—but she felt the judgment already forming behind the next door. The Knight overseer marked her as “bold, but reckless.” She wrote it down herself, like a brand she would carry forward. It stung, but it fit.

✧ One month later, Brina was assigned to a live exercise in the Artisan’s southern sector—a sweep-and-clear scenario with restricted oversight. She led her team through tight corridors, trusting reflex more than protocol. Midway through, she sensed it: a tremor in the Force, like static just before lightning. A structure collapse had been staged—but someone had triggered it early. Two cadets were pinned beneath rubble, and her squad froze. Brina didn’t. She called for evac, then dug with her bare hands until blood slicked her fingers. One cadet screamed—then breathed. The other didn’t. Brina sat back, shaking, her throat constricting against the weight of the loss. She’d saved one. Not both. The silence afterward was heavier than the stone.

✧ Back at the academy, the debrief felt more like a tribunal. The instructors cited her “unauthorized leadership adjustment” and “failure to maintain formation discipline.” Brina kept her voice level, even as her pulse roared in her ears. She refused to apologize for acting while others stalled. Bella sat beside her as silent counsel, her presence an anchor when the words threatened to falter. “I made the call. I’ll take the responsibility,” Brina said. Her voice didn’t shake—but her hands did, beneath the table. The board suspended her squad command status for six weeks, pending review. No commendation. No inquiry into the flawed simulation or the saboteur who rigged the collapse. Just silence, and a note in her file. Brina stared at the empty space where justice should have been.

✧ She returned to drills the next day with fresh bruises and a colder heart. Bella watched from across the courtyard, their usual rhythm quieted but not broken. Brina moved differently now—less fire, more steel. Her instructors noticed, and one nodded in rare approval. That nod burned more than the rebuke had. At night, she sat alone on the training tower’s edge, legs dangling over the darkness. The stars above were artificial, but the wind was real—sharp, honest, uncurated. She whispered to the sky, not for answers, but for memory. I won't let them teach me silence by force, she thought. She would learn to hold her fire. But she would never extinguish it.

📓 Personal Log: “Fire-Shaped Silence” | Zakuul, 3636 BBY
"They want to teach us obedience disguised as harmony. I see through it now. One life saved, one lost—and no one asked why the system failed. Bella says patience is strength, but I don’t know how to wait when things break. I’m learning to listen, not to surrender. I carry the burn in my hands, and I won’t let it fade. Let them call me reckless. I know what I am: a match, waiting for the moment it’s needed. And I won’t let anyone blow it out before it burns true."

🟥 Episode III – Broken Pulse, Golden Veins
3635 BBY | Age 18 | Start of Arcann’s War | Zakuul, Eastern Command Docks | Zakuul Knight

🪐 Galactic Context:

Emperor Valkorion is dead—assassinated under shadowed circumstances. His son Arcann seizes the Eternal Throne, weaponizing grief into conquest. As the Eternal Fleet descends upon the Republic and Sith Empire, Brina Tenebrix earns her full Knight status—and faces a system no longer pretending to be at peace. 

📘 Narrative:

✧ The promotion came with ceremony Brina didn’t care for—gold filigree armor, scripted vows, hollow words echoing through the command atrium. But beneath the fanfare, the weight was real. Knighted at last, she stood beside Bella beneath the Eternal Banner, her pulse tight in her throat. Valkorion was gone, and no one dared say how. Brina’s new orders came swiftly: deploy to the Eastern Command Docks, where internal drills blurred into readiness alerts. She accepted without question, though her thoughts raced. Bella's glance said everything—wait, observe, hold—but Brina felt her breath shorten every time a new command arrived. Arcann’s rise felt wrong, unsteady, too sudden to be clean. She almost said as much before swallowing it. The city whispered in a new frequency—and Brina’s fire knew change was coming.

✧ Her first field deployment wasn’t a battle, but a containment. Arcann’s first strike shattered Imperial outposts in the Outer Rim, and refugees began slipping into Zakuul's shadows. A transport ship—charred, limping—drifted into the docks unregistered. Protocol demanded lockdown and investigation. Brina instead moved toward the wreckage before command confirmed clearance, her boots echoing through the hangar. Inside, smoke coiled around a wounded mother clutching her child—neither of them Zakuulan. Brina hesitated. Just long enough to feel it: fear, human and unsanctioned, nothing like the doctrine she'd been taught to enforce. Her jaw tightened as guards approached. “Contain them,” came the order. Brina almost obeyed. Instead, she stepped between. “They need medics, not cells.” Her voice didn’t shake. But the silence after hung sharp and accusing.

✧ An official reprimand followed—veiled as “assessment review.” Brina stood before the tribunal with hands clasped, shoulders squared, but heat crept up her spine with every word. “Knight Tenebrix displayed initiative without chain-of-command clearance.” “Compassion is commendable—but protocol is primary.” Each phrase chipped away at her faith in the structure she’d been raised to serve. She offered no apology. “If you want Knights who obey regardless, you don’t want Knights. You want enforcers.” Her heart pounded, her breath shallow beneath the weight of her own words. Bella later called it brave. Brina only felt raw—scorched by the choice, unsure if it mattered. When the verdict came—no demotion, just surveillance—it felt less like mercy and more like warning. Still, she walked out taller. Something had cracked. Not her. The foundation.

✧ Deployment continued. Each mission now carried two burdens: the objective, and the lie of unity. Her squad followed orders, but eyes shifted more often now. Brina heard the mutters: "She's reckless," "She's her father's fire." But they still followed her into collapsing corridors, through unstable shield zones, past refugees who flinched at the sight of gold-cloaked Knights. One evening, during evac prep near the Riven Sublevels, Brina found a Sith child tucked behind crates—half-starved, silent. She felt the Force in the girl like a heartbeat out of sync. Command said “report all non-citizens.” Brina hesitated. Just long enough for her to kneel and whisper, “You’re safe now.” She didn’t report the girl. She just didn’t mention her. Bella noticed, of course. Said nothing. Just met her gaze later that night, eyes quiet and knowing.

✧ Back at the docks, Brina stood alone beside the primary intake corridor, helmet under her arm, wind scraping dry across her cheeks. The Eternal Fleet had departed again—this time toward Dromund Kaas. No one called it war, but she knew. War wasn’t always declared. Sometimes it just arrived, one breath at a time. The stained plating beneath her boots bore scorch marks now—unpolished, unrepaired. Zakuul wasn’t shining anymore. “What are we becoming?” she whispered to no one. Bella approached, silent but sure, her presence grounding like gravity. Brina didn’t turn. Just asked, “If I keep choosing wrong by their standards, am I still Zakuulan?” Bella’s answer was a soft, steady exhale. That silence said enough. Brina gripped her helmet tighter. She wasn’t turning away from the city. She was trying to save what was left of its soul.

📓 Personal Log: "First Fracture" | Zakuul, 3635 BBY

“They told us Valkorion’s death was the end of an era. But it feels like the start of something worse. Orders keep coming, but they sound more like control than purpose. I saved lives, and they called it disobedience. I don’t want to fight Zakuul—but I won’t be a shield for its lies. Bella’s still watching, still steady—but even she feels the shift. Maybe this is what legacy really means: carrying the weight when your world forgets why it stood. I won’t abandon the people. Even if the Empire calls it treason. Even if Zakuul forgets me.”

🟥 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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