l-----The Basics-----l
Name: Nadley Nova
Title: Darth Phoenix
Nickname: Phoenix
Profession: Sith Inquisitor - Sorceress 

Birth Year: 3,674 years BBY ----- 21 years BTC ----- Age 16, during Rage Story RP ----- Age 31, during ToR
Home World: Nar Shaddaa
Current World: Korriban

l-----Looks-----l
Age: 21
Gender: Female 
Species: Human

Hair Color: Red
Hair Style: Worn straight or with curls.
Eyes Color: Green 
Skin Tone: Fair

Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 135 lbs
Build: Athletic

Tattoos: None
Body Art: None
Scars: Two blaster bolt marks on left thigh, one blaster bolt mark just above her hip bone on the right side.
Piercings: Two small hoop earrings in her left ear, one in her right ear. 

Appearance: Youthful vibrant appearance and very attractive. 
Clothes: Ancient Sith Sorcerer robes with unknown hieroglyphs at the bottom of the cape. 
Armor: Black coated medium durasteel armor. 

l-----Personal Details-----l
Personality: Intelligent, Cunning, Fast Learner, Ruthless, Unforgiving, and Deceptive.

Over the years, Phoenix has developed a twisted pleasure for murder. The fear in her victim's eyes before their inevitable death feeds the darkness dwelling within her, this sudden surge of ecstasy is something she can no longer resist. Phoenix often experiments with new means of killing, specifically poisons, for her the only thing better than watching someone die, is watching them die slowly. Her psychopathic tendencies threaten all those she comes into contact with no matter if they are men, women, or children. For Phoenix, everyone is fair game. 

Unlike the traditional Sith who crave power just for power's sake, Phoenix searches for a higher calling. To her, power has little meaning if one does not understand the source of it. Since discovering the Force; she has dedicated herself to studying the underlining principles of the Darkside. Her affinity for all things involving Sorcery is insatiable and just as she had raised herself on Nar Shaddaa, Phoenix alone, has taught herself how to harness her gift. 

Phoenix has become suspicious of all Force sensitive beings, especially other Sith, while she is not outright aggressive or hostile towards them; she does not trust them. The jealousy and betrayals by her former Masters have conditioned her psyche into this retracted mindset. However, Phoenix does tend to gravitate to other Sorcerers to further her own knowledge. 

Nar Shaddaa has given her a new outlook on the power of words; she understands that a silver tongue can be just as deadly as the saber itself. With her enemies she is short and somewhat condescending; she particularly enjoys twisting the words of others, and wrapping her foes into mind games. In normal activities (outside of combat), Phoenix displays a facade of a well educated woman due to her strong grasp of how to organize arguments and beliefs with stellar quality; her sultry tone can loosen the tightest of lips to gather the information she needs to go into a mission completely prepared. Whether it be through blackmail, flirtatious chatter, or blatant threats, Phoenix has mastered the power of words in many regards.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Philosophy: Life is meaningless to Phoenix, if a person can not be used or manipulated to further her own goals; she will discard them. She believes that the laws set in place by the Republic only serve to restrain the great from ruling the weak.

Most Sith hate the Jedi because it is bred into them from their time training under a Master, but Phoenix's hate for the Jedi Order stems from their involvement in destroying or locking away the secrets to Sith Magic, Sorcery, and Alchemy. Thus in her mind, denying her of her true potential and understanding of the intricacies of the Darkside.

Heavily self centered, Phoenix deals only in absolutes, if something doesn't further her own advancement; she doesn't care to participate. 

Family History: Phoenix's mother died in child birth, the event left her father grief stricken, and he eventually turned to the local Cantina for comfort. Every credit that came into Norbert's possession slipped through his fingers on women and liquor. The constant reality of poverty each day only served to strengthen Phoenix's fight for survival, which unknowingly to her at the time would fortify her willpower for the most demanding challenges she would endure in the future. 

Relationships: None known
Known Relatives: Norbert Nova (father)
Friends: None known
Enemies: The Republic and the Jedi Order.

Faction: The Sith Empire.
Guild/Group: Former Crimson Sun with the rank of Enforcer. Currently with Rage.
Rank: Sith Master

Current Master: Unknown
Former Master: Blademaster Asura, Darth Cilix, possibly more.

Current Apprentice: None known
Former Apprentice: None known

Strengths: Strong defensive guard in combat, Agile, Resilient, and Aggressive Force Attacks. 
Weaknesses: Little physical strength, Arrogant, Impatient (in some cases), and Prideful. 

l-----Combat Style-----l
Force Sensitive?: Yes

Weapons: Blaster pistol and Vibrostaff.

Fighting Style: Defensive and acrobatic. 

Saber Type: Double-Bladed saberstaff.
Saber Color: Red

Saber Style Master: Form III: Soresu
Saber Style Limited: None known

Force Form Master: Force Potency
Force Form Limited: Force Affinity 

Force Powers Master: Death Field and Energy Orb.
Force Powers Limited: Force Push, Force Pull, Force Drain, and Force Lightning.

l-----Other Information-----l
Languages: Galactic Basic, Huttenese (Just enough to understand Crime Bosses).

History: Phoenix essentially taught herself until the age of 16. She grew sick of her father's physical and emotional abuse and joined the Crimson Suns; her acceptance into gang was when she decided she needed a re-birth. She cast aside her old name that had brought up horrific images of the past and rose from the ashes of her previous life as Phoenix. Demonstrating a natural love for murder, blackmail, extortion, espionage, and other skills she quickly rose through the ranks. Throughout her five years of service working with the Crime Lord Motta Jool; she was often invited to lavish parties thrown by the Hutt. It was at one such party that the Hutt gave her an intriguing black robe with an unknown writing beautifully worked into the bottom of the cape. All the words Jool spoke about the cape seemed to escape reality. In Phoenix's mind facts had become oral traditions, oral traditions slipped into lies, lies became legends, and eventually the legend a myth. There was nothing unique or special about these robes to her, and there was certainly no such thing as the Force. All there was to her was an individuals own skill; she reluctantly took the robes just as a gesture of gratitude, for it wouldn't be wise to anger a Hutt especially the one who cuts your credits. 

Items: Credits, Kolto packs, Chuba Poison, and Thermal Detonators. 

Ship: Tyrannis 
Land Vehicle: None known