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| - Born into Clan Vendet, the young Dralshy'a was a strong little girl from the get-go. Always striving to better herself, strengthen her body, and hone her skills; she was always busying herself with regular training sessions. Where her brother, Dha'kar'ta, was gentle; Dralshy'a was fierce and easily angered. She relied heavily upon her brother's guidance and calm demeanor, often looking up to him for advice as she grew up along side him.
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| - Born into Clan Vendet, the young Dralshy'a was a strong little girl from the get-go. Always striving to better herself, strengthen her body, and hone her skills; she was always busying herself with regular training sessions. Where her brother, Dha'kar'ta, was gentle; Dralshy'a was fierce and easily angered. She relied heavily upon her brother's guidance and calm demeanor, often looking up to him for advice as she grew up along side him. When Dha'kar'ta began preparations for his enlistment with the Imperial Academy, her world began to slowly crumble. She was still so very young and impressionable, lost without her older brother once he'd left. Although she was proud, she missed him dearly. Her life would progress slowly as she continued on with her daily tasks, often stepping into her brother's room and wishing he was there. Often, the young girl would stumble upon her parents fighting. They had opposing ideals, ones that brought each other to one another's throats more times than she could count. Her brother had been gone for quite some time now, her birthday having come and past. At age eight, she witnessed the murder of her Mother for her Father claimed her a traitor. She didn't understand, nor did she agree with why he did what he did. The ideals of both sides, each slowly ripping apart at the Vendet seem, were ones she didn't understand. She'd see terrible things happen to people that had once loved each other and called each other friend. Little by little, each incident that popped up here and there warned of a coming storm that the growing young woman would be thrust into without warning. She would pay witness to horrors that would haunt her till the day she died, the screams and the faces forever burned into her memory and staining her eyes. It didn't take Dralshy'a long to decide that she no longer wanted to stay in her family's small home. Her Mother was dead, Father no longer someone she felt she could trust. With her Brother still gone, and no idea when he might return if he'd ever return, she was lost. Overnight, the young girl seemed to vanish without a trace. Her thin and flexible frame fitting nicely into the cargo hold of a vessel bound for the stars. She had one goal in mind and it was to find Dha'kar'ta no matter what the cost. Her life would spiral out of control as she wandered from planet to planet, eventually taking up work as a mercenary to get by. It was a terrible way to live, but it was all she knew. There'd been not a trace of the Brother she once clung to for support, no calming voice to banish the nightmares away. Blood, sweat, and tears would be the root of her strengths as well as her weaknesses throughout her long and difficult career. After her luck had finally run out, and her wallet ran dry, she was stranded on the molten planet called Byss. Believing that her life would surly end upon that dirty Sith controlled rock. No home, no family, and no friends to call her own. It would be fate that brought her brother to that molten planet and a miracle that pointed him her way. After spending most of her life adrift in the galaxy, alone and scared, they embraced and vowed to never again lose each other. She'd begin a new life, one that was no longer lonely and dull.
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