Basic Information:

• Name:  Zylia Vashara

• Alias:  Darth Zylia

• Species:  Human

• Gender:  Female

• Age:  32

Affiliation & Status:

• Affiliation:  Sith Empire, Sphere of Military Command

• Title:  Strategic Commander

• Rank:  Darth

• Force Sensitive:  Yes

Origin & Residence:

• Homeworld:  Dromund Kaas

• Current Residence:  Dromund Kaas

Physical Stats:

• Height:  1.75 meters (5’9”)

• Weight:  63 kg (139 lbs)

• Build/Body Type:  Tall, elegant, athletic

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

• Hair Color:  Black, worn long—worn in a tightly-bound knot, precise, controlled, never out of place 

• Skin Color:  Fair 

Distinctive Features:

• Distinctive Characteristics:  Composed, penetrating gaze; calm, assured demeanor

• Scars/Tattoos/Markings:  Thin dueling scar along left forearm; discreet Sith initiation mark at the nape of neck

• Other Notable Features:  Wears tailored, understated Sith uniforms (navy or charcoal); always seen with a silver signet ring of House Vashara; occasionally trailed by her loth cat, Dot

Personality Profile:

• Openness to Experience:  High (analytical, curious, adaptable—views tradition as a tool, not a rule)

• Conscientiousness:  High (disciplined, methodical, calculated in both speech and action)

• Extroversion:  Low (reserved, observant, wields silence as effectively as speech)

• Agreeableness:  Very Low (ruthless, transactional, favors influence over friendship)

• Neuroticism: Low-Moderate (steadfast under pressure, but harbors deep-seated fears of betrayal) 

Additional Traits:

• Strengths:  Leadership, reform strategy, military command

• Flaws:  Overly idealistic at times, internalized guilt

• Likes:  Reading history, tactical challenges, camaraderie

• Dislikes:  Blind obedience, cruelty

• Disposition:  Calm, reflective, resolute

Command Structure:

• Superior:  Darth Krovos (Sphere of Military Command)

• Subordinates:  Military forces on ISS Eclipse, task force leaders
  
  

Personal Connections:

• Significant Other:  None (former closeness with Zera)

• Notable Friends:  Some Jedi contacts from Ziost summit

• Pets/Companions:  None known
  
  

Family:

• Mother:  Lady Sira Vashara (status unknown)

• Father:  Lord Maros Vashara (status unknown)

• Siblings:  Zera Vashara (twin sister)

Skills & Abilities:

• Signature Abilities/Force Powers:  Defensive telekinesis, Force empathy

• Combat Specialties:  Defensive saber form, leadership in battle

• Languages Spoken:  Basic, Sith, Huttese, Zakuulan

• Notable Achievements:  Summit diplomacy at Ziost, suppression of rebellion

• Other Skills:  Strategic planning, negotiation, mentoring

Equipment & Gear:

• Primary Weapon(s):  Silver-bladed saber

• Notable Equipment/Gear: Diplomatic badge, encrypted files

• Armor/Outfit:  Simplified Sith armor with cloak

• Personal Items:  Talisman from youth, field journal

• Mount/Vehicle:  ISS Eclipse (shared command post)

Roleplay Hooks:

• Quirks & Habits:  Touches her saber hilt while thinking

• Rumors & Reputation:  Seen as a reformist, criticized for compassion

• Open Connections:  Allies among reformists, Jedi interlocutors

Story Seeds:

• Current Goals:  Reform Sith leadership without abandoning strength

• Hidden Agendas or Secrets:  Struggles with guilt, hope to reconnect with Zera

• Fears/Weaknesses:  Losing her ideals, becoming what she opposes

• Story Arcs:  Rebuilding trust with Zera, leading Sith evolution

• Background:  

Zylia Vashara was born into the same cold, calculating world as her twin, but where Zera honed control through discipline, Zylia mastered the art of perception. Raised by Sith nobility on Dromund Kaas, she quickly learned that survival was not about dominance alone—but about knowing when to strike, and why. A prodigy of psychological warfare and strategic manipulation, she navigated the Sith Academy with chilling composure, gaining a reputation for efficiency over brutality. Her rise through the ranks was marked not by spectacle, but by precision—removing rivals, forging debts, and shaping loyalty into leverage. Though she and Zera remain bound by blood and unspoken trust, Zylia’s vision for power is colder, quieter, and far more enduring: not to rule from the front—but from the shadows, where every move leaves a mark. 

• Timeline/Chronology:

  • 3658 BBY | 5 BTC | Age 0 | Born on Dromund Kaas

  • 3640 BBY | 13 ATC | Age 18 | Enters Sith Academy alongside Zera; gains reputation for psychological precision and quiet influence

  • 3638 BBY | 15 ATC | Age 20 | Becomes apprentice to Lord Xalara; leads a covert purge of internal dissent within Academy ranks

  • 3632 BBY | 21 ATC | Age 26 | Subdues insurgent uprising in Dromund Kaas arms district; co-leads strategic takedown with Zera—receives quiet commendation for restraint

  • 3630 BBY | 23 ATC | Age 28 | Elevated to Sith Lord; sent to Zakuul for internal audits; manipulates local power brokers, secures long-term intelligence assets 

  • 3629 BBY | 24 ATC | Age 29 | Oversees interrogation of the Kenau twins on Korriban; consolidates control over junior Sith networks 

  • 3627 BBY | 26 ATC | Age 31 | Named Darth; manages sabotage crisis during Ziost summit; wins over key factions with decisive coordination 

  • 3626 BBY | 27 ATC | Age 32 | Survives attempted coup by hardline Sith; implements hybrid leadership reforms; aligns quietly with moderate reformist ideals 

Roleplayer Info:

• Contact Preference:  In-game (Zylia 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 – Shadows Beneath Kaas
3643 BBY | Age 10 | Galactic Cold War | Dromund Kaas, Vashara Estate | Civilian

🪐 Galactic Context:

The Treaty of Coruscant has carved a brittle peace across the galaxy, but within the Sith Empire, ambition remains the only constant. On Dromund Kaas, where power is drawn like breath and the air hums with ancient storms, noble families like House Vashara prepare their children for war—not just of saber or strategy, but of loyalty, silence, and perception. 

📘 Narrative:

✧ Rain carved jagged trails down the windows of the Vashara estate as Zylia watched from her bedroom balcony, the Kaas skyline flickering with electric fury. At ten, she knew the names of the Dark Council, the doctrines of the Sith Code, and the correct posture for six different bow forms—but none of it quieted the feeling that something beneath it all was wrong. Her instructors lauded efficiency but warned against empathy; she obeyed, but secretly collected stories of staff and servants like forbidden texts. While others practiced social protocols, Zylia observed how people moved when they thought no one watched. There were truths in silence—tension in a clenched jaw, rebellion in a gaze quickly averted. She saw too much, and said too little. “Sensitivity is indulgence,” Lady Sira once chided her. But Zylia didn’t think noticing was a flaw. She thought it was survival. The estate wasn’t just a fortress. It was a stage—and she was learning to read the shadows between the lines.

✧ Her sister, Zera, moved through those lines like a phantom—graceful, cold, and unshakably certain. Zylia admired her poise, envied it, even. But behind that envy was something harder to name. They were twins in blood, not in belief. Zera embraced the structure of their lives like it was destiny. Zylia questioned it, quietly. Their bond was real but edged with growing difference. They shared secrets in the tunnels beneath the estate, traded glances during the endless drills—but Zylia never voiced her doubts aloud. Not even to Zera. That changed the day their etiquette instructor vanished—after Zera, during dinner, had named him a security risk. No one mentioned it. His chair remained empty. The silence around it grew like ivy. Zylia never asked where he went. But she stared at that empty chair longer than anyone else.

✧ She began to test the edges of obedience. During diction drills, she mimicked different nobles’ cadences to see if anyone noticed. No one did. During galactic ethics, she asked whether silence was loyalty or simply the absence of dissent. That earned her a restriction from the archives for a month. So she began writing in cipher—spirals of observation hidden in journals bound to look like speech recitation logs. She mapped servant rotations, noted when guards relaxed, whispered to broken droids and logged what they said before resets. It wasn’t rebellion. It was understanding. She wasn’t interested in command. She was interested in why people obeyed. To be Sith was to seek power. But Zylia wanted to know what happened when that power listened. Or failed to.

✧ During a winter blackout, she and Zera were sequestered in the sublevel crypts until backup power engaged. With no surveillance, just flickering light and the low hum of the Force, Zylia sat cross-legged beneath a vaulted arch, sketching storm patterns onto an old training slate. Zera practiced quiet pyrokinesis beside her, the candle flame stilling between her fingers. “You’re not afraid of the dark?” Zylia asked. Zera didn’t look away. “The dark listens,” she said. Zylia didn’t reply. She didn’t agree—but she understood. Zera commanded silence. Zylia searched its depths. One found control. The other found meaning. And in that moment, beneath Kaas’ shrieking wind, Zylia realized they were no longer reflections of each other. They were two halves of a divergence no one had noticed yet.

✧ The next day, Lady Sira summoned them for an impromptu assessment on security protocol during the outage. Zera spoke first—composed, tactical, all surface-level elegance. Zylia followed, recounting unexpected echo signatures in the old halls, incorrect droid pathing, and two failed alarm relays that had not reset with the grid. Her tone was quiet, but her insight cut deeper. No comment followed. Three staff were reassigned within the week. Zylia didn’t ask why. Zera didn’t comment. But the shift in their mother’s posture was unmistakable. The game wasn’t just about force. It was about notice. Zylia could play that game, too. Not with dominance. With precision. Not through fear—but through clarity. Power, she realized, didn’t always need to command. Sometimes, it only needed to see.

📓 Personal Log: “The Shape of Questions” | Dromund Kaas, 3643 BBY

“They teach us silence is strength. But I’ve seen truth buried inside that silence—and rot bloom behind it. Zera plays the game as written. I study the subtext. I don’t want to conquer people. I want to understand them—so I can change what needs to be changed. Maybe that’s weakness. Or maybe it’s the only kind of power that survives the storm. The rain screams outside. But inside, I am listening.”

🟥 Episode II – Shadows at the Threshold
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 Sith Emperor has changed the rules of war—erasing all life on the planet through a ritual that consumed its Force energy. The galaxy stares into the void he left behind. Within the Academy on Dromund Kaas, that void has become curriculum. Every lecture, every drill, now orbits a single truth: fear isn’t just a tool—it is the legacy they are expected to inherit. 

📘 Narrative:

✧ Zylia watched the footage in silence as the last tremors rippled through Ziost’s crust. Towers collapsed into ash, and sensor scans dimmed into null fields. Her throat tightened, not in fear, but in quiet revolt. She almost looked away—almost—before steadying her breath and forcing herself to watch the full transmission. Around her, fellow acolytes shifted uncomfortably, some whispering awe, others smiling like they’d just glimpsed destiny. Zylia felt no triumph. Only the cold weight of something irrevocable. The instructors called it a “moment of clarity.” She called it erasure. When the lights came back up, no one asked questions. Zylia had many. She buried them. For now.

✧ The days that followed blurred into something crueler. The Academy, always harsh, now demanded perfection without mercy. Lessons once centered on dominance now spoke of obliteration. Zylia maintained her place through composure, through careful phrasing and adaptive tactics. But inside, her questions multiplied. Was obedience truly the highest form of power? Did loyalty mean silence in the face of annihilation? She began keeping a second journal—hidden beneath a false lightsaber maintenance log—where she recorded not strategies, but contradictions. She studied the cadence of Kreyin’s new lectures, marked where they diverged from previous doctrine. She did not rebel. But she noticed. And that, she knew, was its own kind of risk.

✧ During a military theory simulation, Zylia’s task was to lead a strike against a fictional insurgency. The scenario mirrored Ziost’s pre-ritual resistance. Most students opted for swift extermination. Zylia chose disruption: cut supply chains, exploit communications, destabilize leadership. Minimize loss. Maximize control. The overseers marked her tactics as "precise but lacking finality." One asked, flatly, “Would you hesitate to follow the Emperor’s will?” Her breath slowed. She felt the tightening in her chest. She almost spoke truth—almost—but instead replied, “I would follow it… with intent.” The room accepted the answer. Barely. But the tension lingered in her body for hours afterward. Power, it seemed, no longer required thought. Just replication.

✧ At night, she wandered the archive vestibules, reading redacted Ziost reports and cross-referencing planetary resonance logs. She noticed gaps—files missing, footage cut mid-frame. The omissions spoke louder than doctrine. Her connection to the Force felt dimmer lately, not weaker—numbed. As if something massive had pulled it inward and not fully released it. She felt it in her meditations, in the hum of training blades, in the silence before her instructors spoke. She practiced with her saber, but her mind always drifted—to the civilians not shown in the feeds, to the Force users who never had time to raise defenses. It wasn’t weakness. It was grief. And grief had no home here.

✧ One evening, Zera found her in the vestibule. She said nothing at first, only nodded toward the datapads on the desk. “Trying to understand what happened?” Zera asked. Zylia nodded. For a long moment, neither of them moved. Zylia wanted to ask if Zera had felt it too—the hollowness left in the Force. But she knew better. Her sister stood on a path paved with certainty. Zylia’s path was fog. “The galaxy will remember what fear feels like,” Zera said. Zylia met her gaze. She didn’t argue. But a knot formed in her chest that didn’t ease until long after Zera left. They were both Vashara. But the weight they carried now was no longer the same.

📓 Personal Log: “Echoes of Absence” | Sith Academy, 3636 BBY

“Ziost is gone. Not fallen—emptied. They want us to become the absence it left behind. To embody fear. But I keep wondering: is that power? Or is it surrender in disguise? I held the line in simulation. I’ll hold it again. But something in me resists the silence they demand. I won’t speak rebellion. But I won’t forget what was lost. Not just the lives. The questions.”

🟥 Episode III – The Princess of Power
3635 BBY | Age 18 | Rise of the Eternal Empire | Nar Shaddaa, Underworld Districts | Sith Apprentice

🪐 Galactic Context:

As the Eternal Fleet emerges from Wild Space, shadow campaigns by the Zakuul-aligned syndicates sweep through the Outer Rim. Nar Shaddaa, ever the galaxy’s neutral playground, now hums with hidden war. Sith Intelligence dispatches apprentices into underworld circuits—not to conquer, but to listen. 

📘 Narrative:

✧ Zylia Vashara stepped off the shuttle onto Nar Shaddaa’s mid-level ringway with her hood drawn low and her pulse slow. The moon’s glow pulsed against neon shadows, every alley promising either data or danger. Her orders were clear: infiltrate the syndicate cells rumored to be trading favors with Zakuulan agents. But nothing on Nar Shaddaa was clear. She adjusted her gait to match the underworld pace—half threat, half ghost. Her eyes read every twitch, every shoulder roll and half-hesitation. She almost recoiled at the first public execution she witnessed—before swallowing the bile that rose. No one noticed her pause. Her cover held. But the silence in her breath as she turned away felt heavier than expected.

✧ She met her first contact—a slicer named Viress—in a spice lounge reeking of oil and ozone. Viress talked fast, her eyes darting. Zylia mirrored her rhythm, matching slang tone for tone, letting just enough vulnerability show to bait trust. “Zakuul pays better,” Viress muttered. Zylia's throat tightened. She almost challenged her—before swallowing it. Instead, she leaned in, lowered her voice, and offered something more dangerous: an opportunity. Over three meetings, she mapped Viress’s network. But with each favor gained, the debts Zylia incurred weren’t just in credits. They were in silence. In compromise. In control lost and power borrowed.

✧ Her datapad bloomed with files: fleet manifests, encrypted broker logs, whispers of Eternal Empire patrols testing Sith blind zones. She sent the data back to Dromund Kaas under triple encryption. Her handlers responded with approval. Her chest fluttered—but not with pride. She almost questioned their next order—to frame Viress for anti-Empire subversion—before swallowing it. She did as instructed. Viress was arrested two days later. Zylia said nothing. But the look Viress gave her as she was dragged off seared through all her armor. Silence weighed heavy through the rest of the operation.

✧ The mission's final phase brought her to a hidden relay station beneath the Crimson Stacks. Armed, alone, she rerouted the final signal intercept with hands that did not tremble. She sensed movement—just a flicker—but it was only a malfunctioning droid dragging its limb across durasteel. Her chest unclenched. She almost let the tension release—before swallowing it and finishing the job. The uplink confirmed: the Zakuul-linked cell had been neutralized. Zylia stood alone in the dark, the pulse of Nar Shaddaa above her like a heartbeat out of rhythm. Power had been claimed. But not owned. Not truly.

✧ Back aboard her shuttle, she watched the moon’s glow recede through the viewport. Her fingers trembled briefly—just once—before she folded them in her lap. Zera’s last message sat unread. “Remember what we’re becoming,” it said. Zylia didn’t reply. She almost opened it. Almost confessed what the mission had cost her. But instead, she powered down the terminal. Silence wasn’t just survival. It was self-defense.

📓 Personal Log: “The Price of Leverage” | Nar Shaddaa, 3635 BBY

"I did everything right. I gathered the intel. I completed the mission. I gave them what they needed. But I gave up more than I expected. Viress trusted me. She was a tool, I told myself. But she was also a mirror. Power is leverage, yes—but what does it cost to hold that leverage? I’m beginning to wonder if survival is a kind of betrayal we agree to. And if silence is just another lie."

🟥 Episode IV – Embers of the Divide
3632 BBY | Age 21 | Age of Zakuul | Dromund Kaas, Temple Refuge Sublevel | Sith Apprentice

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📓 Personal Log: “Hesitation at the Door” | Kaas City, 3632 BBY

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🟥 Episode V – Echoes in the Steel
3630 BBY | Age 23 | Age of Zakuul | Zakuul, Archive Annex Delta | Sith Apprentice

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📓 Personal Log: “What We Build Differently” | Zakuul, 3630 BBY

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🟥 Episode VI – Vows in Twilight
3629 BBY | Age 24 | Age of Zakuul | Korriban, Watchtower of Rites | Sith Lord

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📓 Personal Log: “Twilight as a Choice” | Korriban, 3629 BBY

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🟥 Episode VII – Paragon’s Dilemma
3627 BBY | Age 26 | Onslaught | Ziost, Summit Garden Encampment | Sith Lord

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📓 Personal Log: “Stillness Amid Conflict” | Ziost, 3627 BBY

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🟥 Episode VIII – Echoes of Tomorrow
3624 BBY | Age 29 | Legacy of the Sith | Dromund Kaas, Civil Concord Hall | Sith Lord

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📓 Personal Log: “The Future We Inherit” | Kaas City, 3624 BBY

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🟥 Episode IX – Chains and Choice
3621 BBY | Age 32 | Galactic Threads | Dromund Kaas, Circle of Reconciliation | Darth

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📓 Personal Log: “The Chains I Didn’t Break” | Kaas City, 3621 BBY

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