Nar Shadda. That's where it all started, it's where most stories like her own actually begin. A seedy place filled with debauchery, narcotics, and ultimately an untimely death. Her mother had actually conceived her via bedlock due to her occupation; although managed to still raise and feed her despite their situations. It all became normal to see all of the suffering yet none seemed to effect Helinara...yet neither did happiness. Obviously the girl loved her mother and found brief moments of joy but there seemed to be no form of anchors in her life. Upon growing up she joined her mother in her occupation, the Red Light sector favored women of her kind: With nothing to lose.

By chance she managed to seduce an imperial officer, although it wasn't her charms alone that worked him. It was the Force, not even noticing it she had directed and commanded him at times to pay her more than she was actually worth. A price she'd have to pay for dearly, detained and tortured from the officer himself angered by her prowess in swindling him. Although an inquisitor happened by and queried how she had done it; and even nearly convinced the force user to kill the man who had imprisoned her. After that, the inquisitor had taken Helinara to serve the ISB and inquisitors in hunting Force users.

However, halfway through the time she sat and waited for her calling another came; one with less chains. Two stormtroopers sat guard over her; speaking to each of them with her immense charms and force persuasion she convinced them to step within the hangar and kill the inquisitor piloting. Settling in place within the hangar and released she'd hold her dominion over them to fly to the place of her destiny: Orm. It took quite a bit but eventually, she'd land and even still managed to hold over her puppets although exhausted by the end of it. Awakening within a rather curious temple, it was cold and vacant of most light although she didn't mind because at last she felt this was...real.

"I will be honest, you are probably not going to survive this. But if you do, you will be powerful and a beauty to behold."

And then the pain began, oh it was excruciating nothing like she had ever felt before. Screaming and crying out in anguish, lifting off the table she was bolted to as her light freckled skin turned darker. Crimson as ridges formed along her torso and elbows, the perpetrator for such an experiment began to laugh in absolute joy.

"YES! YES IT'S WORKING! AT LAST!"

Soon the woman faded, upon awakening again her skin was crimson, eyes wide as she felt the air that touched every single hair on her body, shaking and shivering as a woman stood before her with a smirk.

"Now...to paint your story."

Tattooing and markings would follow, they seemed almost Zabrak in origin although they all had sith language and markings. At last she was ready, training under the acolytes and even making sure to pull those storm troopers she had dominated into her service. They would protect her, report to the woman, and even trained with the other grunts in the temple. Saldric and Vemar, and now she is ready to take on everything.

(Mystery)Happiness: Helinara has had many moments of bliss and exhilaration, although none of it mounted to any form of consistent joy. She has experimented with many things, constant copulation, drugs, sometimes even more macabre elements but they never seem to stick. Not to say she isn't a happy individual, she normally enjoys her life although always feels there is something to this prolonged joy she is not seeing.

(Emotional Strength) Caution: The galaxy isn't going anywhere and neither is Helinara. Not every flower grows in a day, she takes her steps lightly and always watches her back which has saved her from a blade or two.

(Emotional Weakness) Fear: A dark side force user has a lot to fear. Betrayal, coercion, whispers, and perhaps even death. Helinara doesn't let anyone get a leg up and her and at times can seem paranoid.