Phoebe Doxa

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Phoebe Doxa
Biographical Information
Nickname	Feebe
Homeworld	Coruscant Underworld
Mother	Christine (Deceased)
Father	Cael (Deceased)
Born	Year -11, Day ???
Biological Information
Race	Human
Gender	Female
Age	26
Height	163 centimeters
Build	Athletic
Hair	Female
Eyes	Pale Aqua Blue
Imperial Service
Branch	Imperial Navy
Positions	Imperial Fighter Pilot
Prior Service	Enforcer

Wielding the steely visage of a seemingly collected and placid composure, Phoebe Doxa skillfully deceives those around her about her by suppressing the expression of her true emotions and thoughts. Only here, in the encrypted annals of the Imperial Archives, is there a physical record of her corrupted and vile past...

Biography

Christine's less than scrupulous lifestyle and occupation.

The Inception

Alea iacta est
The dice have been cast.

Cael was the alias of a serial rapist who operated in the Coruscant Underworld. By obtaining political favors through several assassination contracts, Cael was at liberty to engross in his savage lust. The number of rapes committed by Cael is unknown, but Coruscant Security Force officers have determined to be at least 639. Christine, Phoebe's mother, was one of Cael's countless victims.

Determined to keep Cael's abominable creation, Christine was disowned by her impoverished family and left to rot among the dregs of society. Resorting to theft and prostitution, she endured the cruel lashes of poverty in order to protect her child. The child was born two months prematurely in a filthy back alley. With only an expired death stick and a dirty bar rag, Christine was on the verge of death after giving birth to Phoebe. Before she could secretly abandon the baby at a nearby clinic, they were abducted by a Trandoshan slaver.

Begging for the slaver to spare her child, Christine vainly cried for a shred of mercy. However, her cries were received as an annoyance who tortured Christine for entertainment in response. Already weak from childbirth, Christine succumbed to her injuries and presumably died quickly. Only hired to bring Phoebe alive, the Trandoshan slaver threw the corpse of Christine into the streets and sold Phoebe to Cael...

The Experiment

Phoebe was of Cael's utmost interest: not because Phoebe was his child, but a means of pursuing his own interests of achieving immortality. Despite the brutally logical and calculative nature behind Cael main occupation as an assassin, Cael dogmatically believed in the legends of the Anzati. This fanaticism was why he became a serial rapist: he believed that he obtained "Soup" when he raped women and ceremonially drank the fluid of their brains. This of course, included Christine, who joined Cael's collection of a thousand skulls.

Soon after, Cael realized that the extraction of Phoebe's brain fluid would be extremely risky: as Phoebe was only an infant, her premature brain would be destroyed through the process and Cael would be unable to harvest additional samples. Therefore, Cael decided to send Phoebe to an exalted Coruscanti ship manufacturer, Gorgias, for her upbringing. From this point forward, Phoebe's life was benign and content. She had what any child could ask for: an affluent background, an elite social position, a highly intellectual and cultural rich environment, and affectionate parents. She was privately tutored in Fighter/Freighter-based technologies, as she was the only inheritor to the industrial baron's empire. Called the "Red Baroness" due to her red hair and unique status as the baron's inheritor, Phoebe was considered extremely fortunate. But at the age of seven, Cael assassinated Gorgias and Phoebe was abducted. With no legitimate inheritor, Gorgia's company was quickly ripped apart for parts by its investors and sold to competitors for credits.

Cael's Medical Research Laboratory.

For the next five years, Cael experimented with Phoebe's brain and the brains of countless other women to determine the most effective and efficient method of increasing the density of her cerebral matter, and therefore the concentration of her cerebral fluid, in Phoebe's skull. He quickly determined that a constant, near lethal supply of glitterstim, a valuable and highly regulated spice which heightened mental state and increased telepathic aptitude, in conjunction with high dosages of Haladreshin, a strong neurological stimulant, yielded the greatest increase. Following a strict regiment of intravenously injected glitterstim and Haladreshin, Phoebe was driven to a deep psychosis.

In order to ensure that Phoebe would "cooperate," Cael chemically paralyzed Phoebe, forcing her to seal away her emotions and her memories to cope with the duress and pain and to maintain a degree of her sanity. Soon, she became unresponsive to her humanity and morality, losing the ability to empathize with others and therefore, read the emotions on the faces of other sentient beings. Despite Cael's overwhelming cruelty, Cael would continually reinforce her intellectual knowledge, which became Phoebe's only means of relief. This was due to his belief that the more intellectual and experienced a sentient being was, the more potent Soup they possessed.

The Survivor

Non omnis moriar
Not all of me will die.

Before being able to harvest Phoebe's mind, Cael was captured at a local brothel in a sting operation conducted by the Coruscant Security Force. Insolvent and unable to bribe his political associates, Cael was found dead in his prison cell; an autopsy revealed that his all his extremities were slowly ripped off when he was alive before being left to painfully bleed out from a small incision inflicted to the stomach. Further investigations were dismissed by the Head of the Coruscant Security Force and the case disappeared from the Imperial Criminal Archives.

Phoebe, however, was left forsaken in Cael's isolated laboratory and barbarically chained to the floor. Without a constant supply of a concentrated concoction of pain killers, anti-inflammatory drugs, sedatives, and Bacta, Phoebe gained greater neurological control of her mind and her body; the world was no longer a dark haze of unrecognizable shapes and sounds. However, this newly gained consciousnesses of the world had a heavy price: her brain throbbed relentlessly from scars from Cael's experiments. The pain from each incision on her cerebral surface surged and overtook her consciousness. In the small universe around her, there was only agony. Each day, she cried and screamed for a shred of mercy. But the world around her coldly refused to respond and the first thing she had felt in this newly opened world was abandonment.

Desperately hanging onto her life in hopes of finding a new world, Phoebe struggled to survive. She managed to survive for a few days, feeding off the excess human biomatter used in Cael's experiments. However, after everything consumable had been expended, Phoebe's body atrophied as the tissues of her muscles and organs slowly metabolized. All she could feel was the metallic coldness reverberate through her body as heat escaped from the durasteel floors. Phoebe would not have survived without the fortunate, or perhaps unfortunate, arrival of Cael's main human trafficker, Selene. Seeing profit to be made, Selene quickly released Phoebe, torched the building, and dragged her to the slave market...

The Slave

Scarred.

Vitam regit fortuna, non sapientia
Fortune, not wisdom, rules lives.

Initiated in the slums of Kiffex, Phoebe's career as enforcer-for-hire.

The Cadet

Forsan miseros meliora sequentur
For those in misery, perhaps better things will follow.

Character Information

Equipment

Phoebe Doxa in her traditional black hitatare. She casually wields her seven-layered Quadanium Alloy Tachi Vibroblade on her shoulder.

Clothing
Phoebe'e traditional hitatare is composed of a simple light white garment and a thicker and heavier black robe on the top. The white garment is specially made to regulate the body's temperature to comfortable levels, and help disperse kinetic energy from melee attacks to Phoebe's body. The black robe is non-flammable and special threads of quadanium alloy embedded in the fabric which prevent it from being torn or cut. Various lengths of rope and fabric are used to secure the kimono on tightly to prevent it from being grabbed or snagged. In the loose sleeves of kimono, there are several secret compartments for usually for her Fake Identification, her Tanto, her "prohibited" Havao Tabacc Cigarras, her Golden Flask of Cognac and various Anti-Security Blades.

The central belt serves as the main device of wearing and removing the hitatare . Constructed out of thread wrapped around quadanium alloy cords, the belt is used to hold various items and sheath to her Tachi. In addition, the central belt also has a thin flexible powercell strip embedded within the fabric which is connected via a few thin black wires to the sheath. Recharging the powercell pack of the Tachi Vibroblade when not in usage, the central belt's powercell ensures that Phoebe will be ready to fight at any moment.

Battle Armour
Forged out of black Quadanium Alloy, the battle armor consists of two arm guards (Kote), two greaves (Suneate), and an armorweave cuirass (Do). It is usually covered by Phoebe's loose hitatare, diverting the suspicion of others at first glance.

Favoring flexibility and mobility, the armorweave cuirass provides limited protection for the user and is only capable of absorbing kinetic energy from projectile weapons and non-projectile weapons. The thin Quandanium Alloy top-layer will partially reflect blaster shots, preventing the blaster shots from hitting vital organs. This gives Phoebe an optimal survival chance if medical treatment is applied. This makes Phoebe extremely prone to long-ranged attacks, however, Phoebe utilizes her speed and agility to either close in on the enemy or avoid the fight altogether.

Unlike the cuirass, he arm guards and greaves of the battle armor are heavily reinforced, allowing Phoebe to parry or deflect nearly all kinetic and energy attacks. Phoebe utilizes this her advantage, diversifying her already unique fighting style by incorporating both defensive martial arts moves with her superb swordsmanship.

Seven-Layered Quadanium Alloy Tachi Vibroblade
The blade was constructed by forging together seven different layers of quadanium alloy into a uniform single blade. The combination of seven different alloys makes the vibroblade significantly sharper, more durable, and surprisingly lighter than other blades. The blade has a slight curvature to the blade, making it ideal for quick, albeit shallower slashes. Although the blade itself can only penetrate primitive armors, the vibrational aspect enables the weapon to cut through most matter with ease.

Trinkets

Classic Lighter
A classic, rectangular lighter from the Dark Ages, a time where modern technology was scarce. The lighter seems well polished and clean, but the faded gold color gives away its age. Although the lighter seems well kept, the word "Doxa" is scratched crudely on the face of the lighter. Modified by Phoebe to be fueled by a minuscule tibanna gas cartridge, it emits an unusually bright red flame.

Pack of Havao Tabacc Cigarras
One of Phoebe's "bad habits," this light narcotic serves as a mild depressant to ease her the pain of her grim past. The havao tabacc was grown and harvested from the surface of Korriban and emit a bright red glow, due to high carbon content. You can often see her lighting up a cigarra during her frequent episodes of pain and anxiety or before a Naval Operation. She tells her Recruits that they are supposedly the secret to Phoebe's subpar piloting skills.

Golden Flask
Another classic item from the Dark Ages. The Golden Flask has almost the same appearance as the Classic Lighter: it is well polished and clean, but the faded gold color gives away its age. In addition, the word "Doxa" is carved crudely on the face of the flask, just like the lighter. Filled to the brim with pitch black cognac, which has an alcohol content of 75% Alcohol by Volume, the flask is another one of Phoebe's "Bad habits." The Golden Flask was also once filled with Rancor Blood at some point.