"Some said that turnabout was fair play, but she had never believed in fighting fair. Either you fought, or you did not, and it was never a game. Fairness was for people standing safely to one side, talking while others bled."

General Information

Full Name: Isadora Ulrike

Known Aliases: Phoenix

Species: Genetically Modified Human Clone

Affiliation: The Ascension

Rank: Unknown

Other Known Allegiances: Black Sun

Appearance

Eyes: Subtle Orange.

Hair: Brown.

Height: 5'4"

Notable Markings: None.

Status: Dead.

Skills

Languages: Imperial Basic, Huttese, Ithorian

Martial: Well-versed in most martial art forms and easily adaptable.

Melee: Well-trained in lightsaber combat.

Ranged: Not a strong area for her, but she can shoot a blaster with decent accuracy.

Covert: Well-versed in all covert skills; expert in manipulation and interrogation.

Force Skills: Many.




Keep holding on when my brain's tickin' like a bomb
Guess the black thoughts have come again to get me
Sweet bitter words, unlike nothing I have heard
Sing along mocking bird, you don't affect me

That's right, deliverance of my heart
Please strike, be deliberate

Wait, I'm coming undone
Irate, I'm coming undone
Too late, I'm coming undone
One looks so strong, so delicate
Wait, I'm starting to suffocate
And soon I anticipate I'm coming undone
One looks so strong, so delicate

Choke, choke again, I thought my demons were my friends
Getting me in the end, they're out to get me
Since I was young I've tasted sorrow on my tongue
And this sweet sugar gun does not protect me

That's right, trigger between my eyes
Please strike, make it quick now
I'm trying to hold it together
Head is lighter than a feather
Looks like I'm not getting better
Not getting better