Sypha

=• Appearance •= A tall and slender young woman with a constant look of fear in her eyes. As a wandering refugee she doesn't carry much with her other than her psi blade that she crafted her self before entering cryo sleep. The only thing that she wears that stands out above the rest of her clothing is a tight choker around her slender neck it beeps frequently something she doesn't hear no more.

=• Background •= The earliest memories of this refugee are ones she tries to black out. Due to the horrible nightmares that haunt her, she hardly sleeps and almost has little energy. Animistic grunting sounds with the faint sounds of her crying pleading for whoever to stop are the only sounds she hears if she ever gives her self a chance to rest.

Having constantly being traded around the galaxy she picked up a few things along her way to help take her mind off the horrible nights that follow. During the times she was, very rarely, allowed to explore with her leash she often found books and data cubes filled with vast amount of information, some of the things she dug up her owner would take and sell on the market.At times she would plead to keep some of the things she found out to re read later, it was often in returned in the form of a deadly shock to her body, a violent beating or just plain denying her food and water for weeks on end.

Her last owner was of a different sort. a young boy who was just a bit younger than her at this time (14 in human years) his father shocked the poor girl to show the son discipline to assert his right of ownership. The young boy however was of a gentle heart. A solider in training for the Dominion but disliked the mistreating of the defenseless woman.

Her escape came with the aid of an unknown terrorist attack on the ship she was currently on board, her master at the time came in to free her telling her to run away, though it seem pointless to tell a slave to run away, people always tag their marks...

=• Personality •= A bit unstable she tries her best to keep her self in check especially with her emotions, due to her early years as a slave being raped or tortured she at times cannot always control her mental powers. When she is in control she is quiet and reserved always watching people from the distance afraid to walk through them or near them. this always leading to her taking a longer time getting to where she needs to go.

Has a strong sense of duty to mend the wounds of others, she has had "family" in her time of imprisonment and always saw someone die or come close to death that she would do all in her powers to help ease the pain away.

=• Current •= Not knowing of the word freedom she scrounged what little money she could with her on board clinic within a starport and paid for a passage to Nexus. "if i go somewhere no one knows i shouldn't be found out..." is what she tells her self, trying to stay ahead of any and all pursing slave traders.