Basic Information:

• Name:  Zera Vashara

• Alias:  Darth Zera

• Species:  Human

• Gender:  Female

• Age:  32

Affiliation & Status:

• Affiliation:  Sith Empire, Sphere of Galactic Influence

• Title:  Strategic Liaison

• Rank:  Darth

• Force Sensitive:  Yes

Origin & Residence:

• Homeworld:  Dromund Kaas

• Current Residence:  Dromund Kaas

Physical Stats:

• Height:  1.75 meters (5’9”)

• Weight:  62 kg (137 lbs)

• Build/Body Type:  Slim, poised, regal

• Eye Color: Amber-gold (corrupted by the Dark Side)

• Hair Color:  Black, braided into coiled knots or precise waves

• Skin Color:  Fair

Distinctive Features:

• Distinctive Characteristics:  Unreadable, elegant expression; precise posture; measured, penetrating gaze

• Scars/Tattoos/Markings:  Faint dueling scar beneath right collarbone; subtle Sith ritual tattoo at left wrist (rarely visible)

• Other Notable Features:  Flawless posture, icy gaze, stormfang pet (Cinn)

Personality Profile:

• Openness to Experience:  Moderate (adaptive and strategic, but favors order and control over innovation or reform)

• Conscientiousness:  Very High (meticulous, relentless, holds herself and others to exacting standards)

• Extroversion:  Low-Moderate (commanding presence, but keeps true feelings guarded; persuasive, rarely open) 

• Agreeableness:  Low (calculating, distrustful, sees vulnerability as liability—even in allies)

• Neuroticism:  Moderate-High (internalizes doubt, anxiety beneath flawless exterior, haunted by a fear of failure beneath her flawless exterior)
  
  

Additional Traits:

• Strengths:  Tactical foresight, interrogation, silent dominance

• Flaws:  Emotional repression, lacks flexibility, isolates herself

• Likes:   Strategy games, rare books, silence, control

• Dislikes:  Sentimentality, failure, insubordination

• Disposition:  Coldly pragmatic, commanding, tightly wound

Command Structure:

• Superior:  Darth Xarion (Sphere of Galactic Influence)

• Subordinates:  Rava Drenn (Apprentice), ISS Eclipse crew
  
  

Personal Connections:

• Significant Other:  None

• Notable Friends:  Estranged ties with Zylia Vashara

• Pets/Companions:  Cinn the Stormfang
  
  

Family:

• Mother:  Lady Sira Vashara (status unknown)

• Father:  Lord Maros Vashara (status unknown)

• Siblings:  Zylia Vashara (twin sister, fellow Darth)

Skills & Abilities:

• Signature Abilities/Force Powers:  Mind influence, Force foresight

• Combat Specialties:  Single saber combat, dual stance dueling

• Languages Spoken:  Basic, High Sith, Ryl, Huttese

• Notable Achievements:  Commanded summit on Ziost, led purge of dissident cabal

• Other Skills:  Interrogation, espionage, leadership training

Equipment & Gear:

• Primary Weapon(s):  Crimson lightsaber

• Notable Equipment/Gear:  Encrypted holocom, cloaked datapad

• Armor/Outfit:  Dark Sith robes with red trim

• Personal Items:  Ciphered logbook, family sigil ring

• Mount/Vehicle:  ISS Eclipse (Sith command cruiser)

Roleplay Hooks:

• Quirks & Habits:  Keeps private logs; touches pendant when in doubt

• Rumors & Reputation:  Feared more for silence than speech

• Open Connections:  Former allies turned rivals, political enemies in Imperial Court

Story Seeds:

• Current Goals:  Maintain dominance while adjusting to reformist tides

• Hidden Agendas or Secrets:  Questioning the Sith’s future path, doubts about legacy

• Fears/Weaknesses:  Losing control, emotional vulnerability

• Story Arcs:  Struggles with leadership evolution, reconciliation with Zylia

• Background:  
  
  

Zera Vashara was born into Sith nobility on Dromund Kaas, daughter of the influential Lords Maros and Sira Vashara. Raised in a world of secrets, diplomacy, and ruthless ambition, she learned early that power was perception—and that mastery meant never revealing weakness. From her first duel in the Sith Academy to commanding fleets in the Outer Rim, Zera honed her control with unyielding discipline and a flawless mask. Her ascent through the ranks was marked not only by victories but by the internal struggle between inherited cruelty and the quiet influence of her twin sister, Zylia. As Darth and Sphere leader, Zera learned that control is not only maintained by fear, but by adaptability, legacy, and the rare trust she still struggles to fully embrace. 

• Timeline/Chronology:

  • 3658 BBY | 5 BTC | Born on Dromund Kaas

  • 3640 BBY | 13 ATC | Age 18 | Enters Sith Academy with twin sister Zylia; duels Zylia during public trial; earns Overseer Kreyin’s recognition for strategic leadership

  • 3638 BBY | 15 ATC | Age 20 |Chosen as apprentice by Lord Vaela; conducts psychological interrogations and leads sting operation in Academy

  • 3632 BBY | 21 ATC | Age 26 | Sent to quell arms factory uprising on Dromund Kaas; co-leads mission with Zylia against Republic infiltrators; praised for tactical ruthlessness 

  • 3630 BBY | 23 ATC | Age 28 | Promoted to Sith Lord; deployed to Zakuul for Imperial audit; sows political leverage while clashing with Zylia’s diplomacy

  • 3629 BBY | 24 ATC | Age 29 | Oversees officer evaluations on Korriban; interrogates Sara and Tarika Kenau; formalizes command style as uncompromising and precise

  • 3627 BBY | 26 ATC | Age 31 | Promoted to Darth; leads Ziost summit; manages sabotage crisis; begins recognizing the limits of power without flexibility 

  • 3626 BBY | 27 ATC | Age 32 | Commands ISS Eclipse; quells insubordination among crew; publicly shifts toward trust-based leadership; reaffirms bond with Zylia

Roleplayer Info:

• Contact Preference:  In-game (Zera Vashara - 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 Hidden Name
3643 BBY | Age 10 | Galactic Cold War | Dromund Kaas, Vashara Estate | Civilian

🪐 Galactic Context:

Following the Treaty of Coruscant, the galaxy simmers beneath a fragile peace. Dromund Kaas remains the thundering heart of the Sith Empire—its skies blackened by endless storms and its streets patrolled by enforcers sworn only to strength. In noble lineages like House Vashara, children are shaped not for love or legacy, but for conquest, silence, and survival. 

📘 Narrative:

✧ The storm over Kaas City rolled like a heartbeat in Zera Vashara’s ears. At ten, she moved through the Vashara estate with the precision of a tactician—every step measured, every breath rehearsed. Her parents—Lord Maros and Lady Sira—spoke of legacy as if it were law; daughters were not raised, they were refined. Mornings began with logic drills punctuated by nutrient rations; evenings ended in posture reviews beneath the cold eyes of Sith-aligned tutors. Zera did not love learning—she absorbed it, because failure held no value. Her twin, Zylia, mirrored her features but not her silences; Zera’s thoughts folded inwards, tightly bound like the ceremonial linens her governess demanded she press without crease. Nobility granted no leniency. It was burden and branding alike. Servants bowed without glance. Tutors praised without warmth. Even at ten, Zera knew: power was not inherited—it was performed.

✧ Her earliest memories were not lullabies, but whispered strategy sessions overheard from behind ornate screens in the war-room atrium. She memorized names and vendettas like sacred texts, parsing inflection and pause as others studied numbers. While her peers learned star charts, Zera studied leverage. She walked into rooms calculating their temperature—social, political, psychological—and left them changed. Her favorite game was negotiation: a pointed comment here, a diverted gaze there, each one masked as civility but seeded with hierarchy. Once, when a visiting dignitary mocked their holdings in the Quelii sector, Zera responded with such elegant precision that the woman excused herself mid-supper, visibly shaken. Her father said nothing. The next morning, a Kaasian datapen etched with her crest appeared beside her tea. She did not smile. She simply understood. Approval was never spoken. It was implied. Expected. Extracted.

✧ Zylia was different. She asked questions during briefings, made the guards laugh, once tried to free a locked droid because “it seemed lonely.” Zera watched her sister with quiet fascination and cautious restraint. They were inseparable by proximity, if not by nature—exploring the underground tunnels between wings, whispering about guests and governors. Yet Zera never voiced fear, not even to Zylia. Fear was a vulnerability, and vulnerability had no sanctuary here. One night, after overhearing Maros speak of eliminating a rival through "complete dissolution," Zera lay awake cataloguing every word and vocal dip, dissecting the tone as a weapon. Zylia slept peacefully beside her, one hand curled loosely on the coverlet. Zera stared at the ceiling, the taste of power sharp and sour on her tongue. She didn’t reach for sleep. She reached for certainty.

✧ Family dinners were examinations in formal wear. Lady Sira’s questions came like data spikes—precise, weaponized, and cold. Zera always answered first. Always flawlessly. Until one evening, when asked who among their retinue might pose the greatest internal threat. Zera named a senior tutor, noting subtle linguistic shifts and unusual personnel requests. The next day, the instructor was gone. No explanation. No inquiry. Only absence—and a single nod from Sira during supper. Zera didn’t feel pride. She felt consequence. Silence held weight now. Knowledge was not just power—it was provocation. Later, Zylia stared at her during sparring with an expression Zera couldn’t place—curiosity? Sadness? That night, they didn’t speak. The quiet between them was louder than any reprimand.

✧ That winter, lightning knocked the estate’s grid offline. The twins were confined to the sublevel vault chambers until backup systems rebooted. Zera practiced flame-control in the shadows, letting heat gather at her fingertips—just enough to balance the wick of a candle, never enough to spark attention. Zylia watched, breath slow, eyes wide. “You’re not scared of the dark,” she whispered. “The dark listens,” Zera replied. That was the moment she understood: Zylia feared the void. Zera read it. Commanded it. The storm outside screamed like a beast in mourning, but Zera sat still, her pulse steady. The Sith Academy lay ahead. But she had already begun the path. She would not be shaped by Kaas. She would bend it to her will.

📓 Personal Log: “The Lesson of Silence” | Dromund Kaas, 3643 BBY

“I am Vashara—not because of my name, but because I do not flinch. The world is made of doors and hierarchies—who opens them, who closes them, who controls the threshold. Zylia sees people. I see angles. I don’t want to be understood. I want to be inevitable. Let others fear the dark. I’ll make it listen.”

🟥 Episode II – Stormborn Allegiance
3636 BBY | Age 17 | Fall of Ziost Era | Dromund Kaas, Sith Academy | Sith Acolyte

🪐 Galactic Context:

In the wake of the devastation of Ziost, the galaxy reels from the Sith Emperor’s unspeakable act: the complete annihilation of all life on the planet through a ritual that drained its living Force essence. The event redefines the meaning of Sith power—turning fear into doctrine, and doctrine into expectation. Within the Academy on Dromund Kaas, aspiring Sith are no longer trained merely to survive—they are expected to embody that power, without hesitation. 

📘 Narrative:

✧ The halls of the Sith Academy rang with silence after the news broke. Ziost—dead. Not occupied. Not conquered. Emptied. Zera sat motionless in the strategy chamber, posture perfect, eyes fixed on the grainy holofeed of ash-stained towers collapsing in slow ruin. Around her, fellow acolytes whispered—some awe-struck, others visibly shaken. Zera’s throat tightened—but not from fear. From hunger. Power like that redrew the galaxy. She almost looked away when the planetary scan flatlined, before swallowing the instinct and keeping her gaze steady. Her instructor’s voice echoed overhead: “The Emperor does not lead. He consumes.” Zera understood. This was not conquest. It was a declaration.

✧ In the weeks that followed, Academy training turned merciless. Students were expelled—or broken—for hesitation. Overseers spoke of Ziost like scripture, reciting casualty figures with the same reverence as Sith Code verses. Zera thrived. In sparring, in ethics trials, she didn’t strike first—she struck correctly. Her restraint was praised. Her precision feared. Yet at night, while the dormitory slept, she stood alone on the eastern terrace, watching lightning claw at the Kaas skyline. Her jaw clenched with each flicker. She almost allowed herself to feel something for the deaths on Ziost. Almost. But feeling was delay. She catalogued instead. The lesson was simple: power must not hesitate. Power must erase doubt.

✧ In a simulation exercise, she was ordered to command a theoretical strike team on a “hostile civilian world.” The scenario’s chaos echoed Ziost’s early descent. Zera's strategy was swift and bloodless—sever command, fracture morale, dismantle resistance through presence, not fire. Midway through the exercise, Overseer Kreyin halted the program. “Would you question the Emperor’s will, Acolyte?” he asked, flat. Her breath caught—just for a second—before she lowered her chin and replied, calm as glass: “No, Overseer. I would exceed it.” Her hands were steady, but something twisted deep inside. She hadn’t faltered. But she’d revealed something that didn’t belong. Not all resistance should be silenced. Not all shadows deserved to burn.

✧ Whispers trailed her now. “Vashara doesn’t blink.” She used them. She requested the assignments others avoided—interrogations, surveillance breakdowns, doctrinal ethics post-Ziost. She studied the ritual—what fragments remained—and asked veiled questions. “If annihilation is ultimate strength, why preserve an empire at all?” Kreyin did not answer. But his gaze lingered. Zera felt the Force coil near her, as though the dark was listening. She almost flinched. Instead, she returned to her quarters and studied her reflection until it showed nothing else.

✧ One night, she found Zylia in the lower archive vestibule, hunched over redacted resonance reports. “Trying to understand what happened?” Zera asked. Zylia nodded, silent. For a moment, there was no rivalry—only a heavy, humming stillness. Zera almost admitted she’d dreamed of ash. Almost spoke of the silence chasing her through every meditation. But she swallowed it. “The galaxy will remember what fear feels like,” she said instead. Zylia didn’t respond. The flicker of disappointment in her eyes lingered longer than words would have. Zera turned away. She had chosen her path. And paths, once carved, do not bend.

📓 Personal Log: “The Weight of Survival” | Sith Academy, 3636 BBY

“Ziost is a mirror, and the reflection is terrifying. Not the destruction—but how natural it now feels. We are taught to seek power, yet punished when we hesitate before its full cost. I didn’t flinch. But I thought about it. That is the scar I carry. The Emperor showed us what obedience truly demands. And I intend to give it—selectively. Strategically. Let others burn for glory. I will remain—untouched by fire, but shaped by its heat.”

🟥 Episode III – Architect of Silence
3635 BBY | Age 18 | Rise of the Eternal Empire | Dromund Kaas, Sith Academy | Sith Apprentice

🪐 Galactic Context:

As whispers of the Eternal Empire's strength spread, the Sith Empire reels in the aftermath of Ziost. The Eternal Fleet, silent and vast, begins quiet incursions through Wild Space. For those in the Sith Academy, fear is no longer a lesson—it is doctrine. 

📘 Narrative:

✧ The storm over Kaas hadn’t let up in three days. Zera stood beneath the atrium skylight of the Sith Academy, the electric glow fracturing across her cheek like a wound she wouldn’t show. News of Arcann’s advance had reached them not through fanfare but silence—archives redacted, names erased, missions reassigned. The Eternal Empire was no longer rumor; it was calculus. Acolytes spoke of it like an approaching executioner: faceless, efficient, final. Zera’s throat tightened, but she held her breath until calm returned. She almost turned away from the feed of Korriban's fall—before swallowing the impulse and watching it twice more. Around her, the others feigned indifference, as they were taught. But she knew fear by its scent—clenched jaws, too-slow blinks, breath caught halfway to words. Silence weighed heavy in the room. The Force trembled beneath it.

✧ Overseer Kreyin convened a closed tribunal the next morning. One of their cohort had been accused of passing intelligence to a known Zakuulan sympathizer. Zera was named lead in the internal examination—"for her clarity," Kreyin said, though the chill in his voice hinted at other motives. She mapped the suspect’s behavior with surgical precision: logged corridor movements, conversation cadences, inconsistencies in meditation response time. Her peers watched her work with quiet dread. Her pulse remained even; her fingertips didn’t tremble. She almost acknowledged the accused’s desperation before swallowing it. In front of the tribunal, she spoke as if recounting inventory: tone flat, syntax flawless. The conviction was swift. The accused acolyte never returned. Silence weighed heavy on the path back to her quarters.

✧ Zylia found her that evening in the candlelit vestibule of the archives, datapads scattered like offerings. “Did he beg?” she asked, voice a whisper wrapped in iron. Zera didn’t answer. Her chest burned. She almost admitted the acolyte’s last glance haunted her—before swallowing it. “He was a liability,” she said. Zylia’s breath caught, slow and sharp. Their eyes locked across a silence neither dared break. Zera felt her sister pull back—not in distance, but in belief. The Force between them shifted, just slightly. The air was still. But it didn’t feel quiet.

✧ Days passed, and whispers of the Eternal Fleet grew louder. The Academy shifted into wartime discipline; classes condensed, sparring grew brutal. Zera volunteered for surveillance rotations, watching the edges of Kaas's defenses like prophecy might break through. Her hands never shook, but inside her chest was a knot she couldn’t name. She almost told Kreyin she needed clarity—before swallowing it, choosing strategy over confession. Her reputation grew: precise, cold, indispensable. But in meditation, the Force stilled—distant, dulled. When she asked for vision, she saw only flame and reflection. Silence weighed heavy on the edge of every thought.

✧ She stood alone at dusk on the eastern terrace, watching lightning draw scars across the horizon. A squadron departed silently from the main hangar below—bound for a war no one yet named. She tracked their flight path until only storm remained. Zylia joined her briefly, shoulders stiff. “It’s all beginning,” her sister said, voice soft but strained. Zera almost asked if she was afraid—before swallowing it. “Then we begin, too,” she replied. They stood side by side, two outlines against a world breaking open. The silence between them stretched, taut and fragile. It did not shatter. But it no longer held.

📓 Personal Log: “The Lesson of Exposure” | Dromund Kaas, 3635 BBY
“They called me precise. Cold. Unshakable. I called it control. The Eternal Empire rises—not just in ships and fire, but in the fear it leaves behind. I saw that fear today… and I didn’t flinch. But I felt it, coiled and alive. I wonder now if clarity costs more than ignorance. If survival means shedding pieces of who I was. I watched a comrade fall by my hand and said nothing. But the silence? It still speaks."

🟥 Episode IV – The Razor’s Edge
3632 BBY | Age 21 | Age of Zakuul | Dromund Kaas, Judiciary Quarters | Sith Apprentice

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📓 Personal Log: “The Razor’s Edge” | Kaas City, 3632 BBY

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🟥 Episode V – Spire of Shadows
3630 BBY | Age 23 | Age of Zakuul | New Adasta, Zakuulan Embassy Annex | Sith Apprentice

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📓 Personal Log: “Suspicion as Shield” | Zakuul Space, 3630 BBY

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🟥 Episode VI – Shadows of Allegiance
3629 BBY | Age 24 | Age of Zakuul | Korriban, Red Circle Command Hall | Sith Lord

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📓 Personal Log: “Allegiance Without Loyalty” | Korriban, 3629 BBY

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🟥 Episode VII – Summit of Shadows
3627 BBY | Age 26 | Onslaught | Ziost, Imperial Convocation Chamber | Sith Lord

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📓 Personal Log: “The Shadow Behind Power” | Ziost, 3627 BBY

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🟥 Episode VIII – Red Eclipse
3624 BBY | Age 29 | Legacy of the Sith | ISS Eclipse, Sovereign Deck | Sith Lord

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📓 Personal Log: “Legacy in Motion” | ISS Eclipse, 3624 BBY

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🟥 Episode IX – The Mask Remains
3621 BBY | Age 32 | Galactic Threads | Dromund Kaas, Rulekeeper’s Spire | Darth

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📓 Personal Log: “The Mask Remains” | Kaas City, 3621 BBY

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