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Anabelle Nah`utal
Biographical Information
Race	Kiffar
Homeworld	Kiffex
Mother	Aethia Nah`utal
Father	Decessus Nah`utal
Spouse	Single
Siblings	Draelor Nah`utal
Children	None
Born	Year -6, Day 256 (Age: 20)
Imperial Service
Branch	Order of the Sith
Positions	Junior Superintendent
Prior Service
Awards

Anabelle Nah`utal (/ænɑːbɛll nauːtɒl/; born Year -6, Day 256) is a female Kiffar from the Southern Region of Kiffex. She currently serves in Regional Government as a Junior Superintendent.

Personal Information

Appearance

Physique: Athletic
Height: 5'5" (1.65 Meters)
Weight: 125 Ibs (56 Kilograms)
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Black, sometimes dyed ombre
Skin Type: Tanned
Qukuuf: Located between the shoulder blades

Description

Anabelle is a female Kiffar standing at 1.65 meters and weighing 56 kilograms. She maintains an athletic figure due to her youth on Kiffar and dietary practices. The first thing usually noted about her are the dark features of her Kiffar heritage, from her tanned skin and long flowing hair to her eyes which are a dark brown colour but depending upon lighting have the tendency to appear hazel. She lacks a traditional tribal qukuuf on her face due to a longstanding Nah`utal practice to place the ritualistic markings elsewhere on the body. Anabelle's happens to be on located between her shoulder blades on the upper-middle of her back which can be concealed if the need arises.

Personality

Being a modern galactic woman, Anabelle carries herself well with an air of self-confidence and tenacious inner-strength. Her overall presence has often been described harmonious and calming, but she is very much the opposite of introverted. Beyond that she is very approachable and sympathetic which makes her an excellent listener for her friends and acquaintances. When at some sort of social gathering or event she's very much in her element, a place where her interpersonal skills come into play. Anabelle has a tendency to throw reservations to the wind, but also could become shy depending upon the current company. With a penchant for speaking her mind without much of a filter, which depending upon the situation is either a strength, weakness or both.

Independent in most definitions of the word, Anabelle relies on very few people entirely and tends to take matters into her own hands. She, by nature, is more self-reliant than others and takes pride in that. Loyalty is another important trait Anabelle treasures in both herself and others. Raised with the ideal of loyalty imprinted onto her personality, it is one of the most - if not the most - respected quality she can find in most people.

Personal History

Childhood

Anabelle Aethia Nah`utal was born in Year -6, Day 256 on Kiffex. She is the daughter of Aethia and Decessus Nah`utal of Clan Nah`utal. She has one sibling, her older brother Draelor Nah`utal. She had a mostly normal and happy childhood, generally keeping out of trouble to an extent. With her clan living on the edge of a great forest, as a young girl she would frequently adventure sensibly into the untamed wilderness to study the flora and fauna of the surrounding landscape. These early mini-adventures sparked a near obsession with the native plants and animals, something that would drive her to want to learn more about Kiffex and neighboring Kiffu. For proper schooling Anabelle was tutored in her family's manor. Learning general education in subjects ranging from mathematics, science, Kiffar culture/history and galactic history. Surprisingly she was most interested in learning more about galactic history and in particular the fall of the Old Republic and the rise of the Galactic Empire.

It was around this time that her brother was sent away under circumstances that Anabelle couldn't yet comprehend. It was a goodbye that she didn't want to have happen, but her brother would keep in good contact with her while he was gone. With the departure of Draelor, Anabelle would have to take on greater responsibility both within her private family and her clan. Her extensive knowledge of the landscape that has built up over the years came into practical use. She would accompany hunting parties out further than they went before as a guide of sorts. When she wasn't with the hunting parties, she was back at the clan stronghold helping domestically with errands her mother needed to have done.

Reaching the age of sixteen, Anabelle discovered she had a talent for singing after performing a local song in front of a large group in the center of the stronghold. It was a rush of adrenaline that she enjoyed very much, loving to be the center of attention for those few short minutes. After the successful act, Aethia sought to better improve her daughter's new talent. Shortly thereafter Anabelle was regularly seeing both a vocal coach to improve her range and a choreographer to improve her dancing. At the next Life Day festival held in the stronghold, Anabelle performed a sequence of songs with related choreography that was extremely better than the first. She felt after these successes that she could truly do anything that she put her mind to.

Adulthood came to Anabelle virtually without any change to her status quo. She was already handling many responsibilities within the clan, and have been doing so since she was a young child. She yearned to do something more and go someplace else. The sky was the limit, and she had the mentality that she could quite literally do whatever she put her mind to. This started the fantasies of leaving Kiffex, only to return once or twice a year to visit family and friends. Subconsciously she may have wanted to copy Draelor in the sense of his freedom to come and go as he pleases. The young Kiffar woman began to learn all she could about the basics in the galaxy, such as perfecting Galactic Basic and becoming acquainted with Core etiquette. Becoming acquainted with the rest of the galaxy, and in particular the Core was daunting but Anabelle was passionate about learning the information. What good would getting off of Kiffex do if she couldn't fit in or politely communicate with others.

Leaving Kiffex

Leaving Kiffex, Year 15.

In the early days of Year 15 Draelor returned home for one of his annual visits, an event that the entire family looked forward to. Arriving in style aboard a ATR-6 Assault Transport Phasmatis, Anabelle was immediately enchanted with this off-world splendor. After a greeting, the curious Kiffar managed to get her brother to let her look inside the craft. By this point in her life she had only limited exposure to spacecraft, let alone be allowed on board one. She was astonished, simply put. One room in particular amazed Anabelle and that room was the cockpit. It's seemingly endless rows of buttons and electronic equipment that was so foreign to her blew her mind. Being able to comprehend more things now, she asked a lot of questions and was curious as to what everything did.

Eventually pried from the ship altogether, Anabelle returned to her duties but her spark to leave the planet was stronger than ever. Over the next couple of days her drive to work, which usually was extremely high, faded at the very real prospect that she might not leave at all. Ultimately she spoke to her brother about her conviction to leave the planet on their way to a droid shop. Surprisingly Draelor related to Anabelle, something that quickly calmed the anxiety-ridden woman. She was terrified of talking to her mother and father about the subject of leaving, somehow she thought that she was expected to stay planet-side for the rest of her life. Anabelle simply didn't want to disappoint her parents. To much relief, her brother sympathized enough to help her talk to their parents about her dreams of leaving. Due to her own conviction to leave and her brother's vouching, Aethia and Decessus reluctantly agreed to let their daughter go.

Extreme happiness was the only emotion the young adventurous Kiffar felt after the confirmation. She wasted no time at all and began to tie up some lose ends within her village and personal life, content on only coming back to the planet for holiday visits. She completed her last tasks for her mother; it was a double sided coin. Her whole life was lived here and now that she finally had what she wanted within her grasps, she began to get cold feet about leaving. Consulting her mother about her hesitation, Aethia only said one sentence to her daughter - Wherever a Kiffar goes, be it Coruscant or beyond, Kiffex will always be that Kiffar's home. And that Kiffar will always have a family awaiting her return - it hit home for Anabelle. She had to live for herself, not for her family or friends on Kiffex. Finally in Year 15 she made the long awaited leap of faith, fulfilling her dream, she boarded a spaceship with her brother and took off from the planet. It was a freeing experience, she was now a free woman able to see the galaxy.

Self Searching

It was soon after leaving the planet with her brother that she would part ways with him. Draelor had a career, Anabelle didn't. But through her studies and schoolwork back home, she had places she wanted to visit. Places that had the highest reputation throughout the galaxy. The serene creative planet of Alderaan came to mind first. Not one to jump in head first usually, she tried to plan somewhat what she would do. Or even how she would get there. Finding transport, she arrived at the planet a few days later. It was all rather overwhelming and scary at first. Anabelle had arrived at Aldera, the planet's capital and what seemed to be it's largest city. Buildings of uncountable floors towered up from the landscape and gave a feeling of awe. It was unlike Kiffex in many ways, but also similar in some ways as well. It was these similarities Anabelle enjoyed. Naturally, the Kiffar eventually wanted to explore the sprawling countryside and the many villages that dot it.

Anabelle during her time on Woldona.

Finally setting out into the countryside on her own after acquiring the needed credits and supplies, Anabelle ventured for a few days on her own. It was nice. It gave her the freedom that she longed for for so many years. However, one does not make a livelihood on simply wondering around from village to village. The young woman eventually settled into a small village out in the boot end of nowhere. It was here that she would be taught another life lesson - appreciate what you have when you have it. Anabelle Nah`utal was lucky being born the only daughter of a Kiffar Sheyf, Sheyf of a major Southern Kiffar Clan at that. It took her a trip to Alderaan and a pilgrimage into the middle of nowhere to figure that out. Ana felt foolish in a sense. Foolish that she had to go through all this to come to a simple realisation. She told herself that she would no longer be silly and act on whims, or desires of personal freedom. She already had it and didn't realise it.

Woldona. A word that Anabelle would soon come to know, love and hate all at the same time. After returning to civilisation, Ana came into contact with her brother whom had something to do. It was better than sitting on her own, having a meaningless job and possibly getting stuck on Alderaan like she was on Kiffex. Accepting, Draelor sent for her. In no time she was aboard a ship of her own and flying off to the Woldona system. Woldona is a far cry from Alderaan, a far cry from the core... a far cry from a lot of things. Located in the outer rim, Anabelle felt a little overwhelmed. But she had a job and was dedicated to do it well. She became the forewoman over some of her brother's properties on the planet, overseeing construction and the re-location of sentients. After initial apprehension she got very much into her job and found that she actually enjoyed it and the experience she was getting out of it. During her downtime and travels back to the civilised galaxy, Anabelle came into contact with the eccentric Varlathotep Al`Jormungandr Ragnvaldansson, a Iridonian galactic figure.

Some time after they met, Varlathotep Al`Jormungandr Ragnvaldsson passed away after an escape pod malfunction, sending her helplessly hurtling towards the Mondress sun. This along with the completion of her work for her brother signaled a new chapter in Anabelle's life. She was soon on a ship heading away from Woldona.

The Empire

Imperial Service

Imperial Academy

Anabelle enrolled in the Imperial Academy and was assigned to the tutelage of Moff Everard de Montfort. She was a devoted, albeit nervous student. Tending to prefer her studies over social contact with others, Anabelle stayed to herself and focused on her coursework. This dedication would pay off in the end.

To say that arriving on Coruscant was a cultural shock to Anabelle would be an understatement. The planet itself was one large continuous city, there were no forests, lakes or streams. The little green area she was able to find was in the Academy itself. She took solace in this area, frequently bringing her books and such with her and studying on a park bench. Eventually she eased into the fast paced flow of city life, something which she got a taste of while on Woldona. The society was entirely humancentric, reason why she didn't see many aliens during her duration at the Academy. After familiarising herself with the Imperial Species Policy during one of her studies confirmed the reason why. People were categorised into Class A, Class B and Class C species which limited their opportunities in the Empire, which Class A being made up of all the common ancestry races - Kiffar was one of them.

Graduating from the Imperial Academy on Year 15, Day 127 with an overall score of 95.22%. She requested to be placed in the Regional Government branch of the Empire. Anabelle had no interest in the army, navy or industry...her heart lied with civil service.

Service Record

Grade	Insignia	Rank	Time Held	Issued By
[T-1]		Recruit	Year 15, Day 127 - Year 15, Day 127	Moff Everard de Montfort
[O-1]		Junior Superintendent	Year 15, Day 128 - Present	Moff Everard de Montfort

Awards

Ribbon	Name	Date Awarded	Awarded by
	Imperial Academy Honours Graduate [IABG-H]	Year 15, Day 127	Moff Everard de Montfort