Megan Blackadder

(WIP)

Personal Data
Real Name: Megan Blackadder
Also Known As: Mad Meg
Species/Race: Human
Age: 35
Height: 5-5
Weight: 125
Eye Color: Sith red
Hair Color: Red

Biographical Data
Occupation: Sith Lord and Archeologist
Place of Birth: The planet Broomfondel
Marital Status: Married
Known Relatives: Husband and several half sisters

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Overview/History/Current Status in Coil
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Personality
Megan is known for whimsical cruelty and comical atrocities as well as having a streak of pragmatism that has lead to decisions that could be characterized as good or kindly if they ultimately benefit the goals of the Empire.  She enjoys using the force to instill horrible nightmares and visions in the minds of prisoners and enemies after indulging her taste for powerful psychoactive and psychedelic drugs.

Her usually manner is snarky and sarcastic and she wields honesty with a razor edged tongue.

Her personal life is surprisingly domestic as she is married to a psychopathic and murderous pirate.

Appearance
Megan has corpse pale skin, vivid marks of corruption, unnatural red eyes, and long and wavy red hair.  Her usual outfit is a floor length skirt, boots, a bandeau top, long detached sleeves, and cuffed gauntlets all in black or dark red.

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Relationships/Interdependencies
Megan has not yet formed any alliances or enmities in the Coil.

Miscellaneous:
Megan always knew she wanted more than the life of a simple nerf herder.  Her clan drove the herd in an endless migration across the plains of Broomfondel, a way of life that had not changed in the generations since the Empire first sent colony ships to the planet and began the process of exterminating the indigenous native culture.

Her father had been a foreigner from off-world named Raskin, her mother was a clanswoman named Irith.  When Raskin learned that Irith was pregnant he went to town to purchase latex undergarments and never returned.  Megan was raised in the clans and became a nerf herder.

When she sold Torpid, a magnificent bull nerf she’d raised from a cub, she used the money to leave Broomfondel and seek an education.  She did well at first, even playing as a starting folder on the school full contact origami team.  Tuition at a university was more expensive than she had known and after a while she had to take out loans to finance her classes.  Her debts piled up and finally, inevitably, she defaulted on her loans and was arrested.  In a rare display of mercy from an Imperial judge she was given the choice of inhaling deeply next to the exhaust of a space ship as it launched or being sold into slavery to pay her debts.

She was sold as a domestic slave to a family and served them for several years, taking on more responsibility as she demonstrated her moral flexibility and other qualities (which included being able to unconsciously cause harm and misfortune to those she did not like, something that helped her rise above her rivals in the household staff).

Fate, or the Force, had other plans for her though.  One day in the market she was attacked by two ruffians.  One she stabbed through the eye with her bodice knife but the other knocked her down and was about to beat her when a heavy clay shingle she noticed on the roof above inexplicably broke off and coincidentally struck her assailant in the head, killing him instantly.  She was staring at the body when a hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her roughly to her feet and spun her around, casually knocking her knife out of her flailing hand.

Standing before her was a man cloaked and cowled, face hidden by an ornate metal mask.  She was paralyzed with fear as he studied her closely.  After a long moment he nodded and called one of his attendants, an Imperial soldier.

“Take this one back to the ship and hold her there,” whispered a raspy voice, “she goes to Korriban for training.”

The rest, as they say, is history.