With an always smiling mouth, Atyiru is of fair height and willowy, lean frame. Her body shape is something of a thin hourglass, lithely muscled, with elegant shoulders swaying over a thin waist and smooth hips. Pointed, playful ears hint at a splash of Sephi blood somewhere in her ancestry.
Atyiru's freckled skin is the dark, soft copper of sun-warmed earth, decorated with callouses and proud scars. Her silver brows are set over an eyeless countenance that is nearly always covered in bright cloth wraps that cradle a pixie-like nose and happy, blushing, speckled cheeks. While most commonly tied into a simple braid, her wild, wavy hair is a shining shade of platinum, tumbling down to drag at her feet when free, and is usually braided or styled very intricately in all sorts of coifs, curls, buns, twists, and the like before decoration with jewels or netting.
For the most part, Atyiru can be found wearing a specially tailored, Jedi-like outfit. Her casual wear otherwise consists of simple or lavish dresses, the occasional medic uniform, and other garments in rainbows of clashing colors and patterns. She dresses chiefly for practicality and comfort and always dons layers, but also enjoys great extravagance, especially given the royal opulence made possible by her station.
Atyiru's back tells a story of painful lessons, canvased in a web of identically thin, raised weals of scar tissue. She has four tattoos: the poisonous symbol of a di Tenebris Arconae on her stomach; a tiny red woman on her right upper thigh: a small block of four horizontal bars with Basic text reading "Bold Beyond Fury, Brave Beyond Pain" on the outside of her upper left thigh; and half of a delicate knot of thorned vines with the words "And Proud" in its tangles. The completed tattoo, shared with her apprentice, Zujenia, reads "Hybrid And Proud."
Though often called a “Jedi” by comrades and enemies alike, Atyiru holds both sides of the Force in religious regard: to her, light and dark are as her gods, Ashla and Bogan, two equal aspects of a greater whole, both deserving of love and dedication. She feels no fear in embracing the Dark Side, but her compassionate nature has always held her closer to the Light.
Despite her disposition, only fools would allow Atyiru’s radiance to blind them to the shadows inside of her or the tidal wave of darkness at her beck and call. Whether loyal to her or the throne she sits, Atyiru holds some of the galaxy’s most terrible adepts and saboteurs in her hands and won’t hesitate to employ them as she sees fit should her mercy be tested.
Atyiru has sworn by several creeds in her lifetime, but their core has always remained the same: to protect life. ”I will protect those who cannot protect themselves. I will protect even those who do wrong so long as it is right. I will protect the smile on every face.”
While she has waivered between mercy and justice in following these ideals, she remains steadfast in her refusal of ruthlessness. To Atyiru, life is paramount and there is nothing more sorrowing than taking it. While she will always do what she must to protect what and who she stands for, Atyiru will only kill as a last resort. Offering asylum or aid, no matter the cost to herself or the greater good, is always preferable.
Regardless of what someone is, where they come from, or who they are, Atyiru will be kind to them, focus on their better qualities, and try to be their friend. A person could be anything from an innocent child to a sadistic murder and she would still appreciate them for any decent aspect of their character; even a quality they might not know they have. This is perhaps her defining characteristic in its most basic sense: she cares about people and will always try to save them, even from themselves. They mean absolutely everything to her, and that, more than anything else, is what makes her so passionate...and so critical in the face of disregard for others.
Atyiru is one of the most merciful souls in all the galaxy — right up until the moment that she is not. When she commits to fight is the moment everything changes. Now, as she leads her Clan as a champion of the Lotus, she will let nothing stand in her way until the wrong she seeks to right is corrected as she sees fit. Atyiru has compartmentalized her wants and desires, her carefree joy and laughter, and replaced them with the cold, righteous rigidity of a mountain, her resolve unbending as rock no matter what weathers it. However, even frigid and determined wearing Bogan's mantel, one must never forget that warmth comes from the earth, and somewhere deep within that mountain, the Ashla remains.
On the battlefield, Atyiru’s medical prowess frequently land her in a support role. Combined with her aversion to killing, this often keeps her from the front lines. When forced into direct combat, however, Atyiru can apply her knowledge of medicine itself as a weapon. She focuses on when, where, and how hard to strike her opponents for maximum damage, exploiting weak points in their anatomy instead of trying to out-muscle or even out-think them. She employs eclectic methods to stun, incapacitate, or otherwise knock her enemies unconscious. However, she can still be quickly overwhelmed by physically superior foes and does her best to avoid prolonged duels. While she will not hesitate to permanently harm an opponent, ally or otherwise, beyond her ability to heal them afterwards, she still prefers not to kill outright.
Just because Atyiru is blind does not mean she cannot see. At their core, all living beings are motivated by emotion and Atyiru’s uncanny Empathy combines with her Telepathy and Mind Trick to allow her to read those feelings like an open book, then manipulate them, subtly shifting others' urges to ease their anxiety or riot their tempers — or, worse, discard delicacy entirely and attempt outright control of a target. Atyiru once masked the depth of her knowledge and ability, but has dropped all pretenses of such kindness in now-grim times. Consequently, her sometimes blatant displays of manipulation have left some of those around her considerably more uncomfortable and distrusting.
Master (+5) |
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Adept (+4) | |
Proficient (+3) | |
Trained (+2) | |
Learned (+1) | |
Mediocre (+0) |
Master (+5) |
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Adept (+4) | |
Disciple (+3) | |
Studied (+2) | |
Initiate (+1) |
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Primary Martial Art | Sliding Hands |
Secondary Martial Art | None |
Primary Lightsaber Form | Form III (Soresu) |
Secondary Lightsaber Form | None |