Eldritch Bounty Hunter
DRAVIK THORNE
| Birthplace | Unknown Outer Rim world |
| Age | 38 Years |
| Rank | Bounty Hunter |
| Home | Nomadic |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Force Sensitive | No, but witch altered |
| Height | 1.87m |
| Weight | 89 Kg |
| Distinctive features | Faint witchmark runes beneath skin; glowing green left eye, eldritch left arm |
| Writer | You |
Once a soldier known for cold precision, he became prey himself after crossing into Dathomir territory. The Witches captured him, broke him, and reshaped him with their rituals.
He left changed. Now he walks the galaxy with pieces of their magic still clinging to his body and soul. He is a ruthless bounty hunter, but also a puppet on strings, controlled from far away.
TRAITS:
- Highly disciplined former soldier with tactical training
- Periodic blackouts when witches seize partial control
- Haunted by fragmented memories of his captivity
- Reluctant servant of the witches, driven by survival
- Strong willpower that sometimes lets him resist their influence
- Precision marksman
BIOGRAPHY:
Dravik Thorne was once a disciplined soldier, known for his calm under fire and a stubborn refusal to abandon his squadmates. He fought for years across Outer Rim conflicts, surviving battles that should have killed him. His loyalty, reliability, and lack of ego made him a natural backbone in any unit.
That man is mostly gone.
The Capture
During a deployment near Dathomir, his unit disappeared into the mist. Only Dravik survived. The witches took him alive, curious about his endurance and iron discipline. Where others screamed, Dravik endured. Where others broke, he bent. They saw potential and dragged him deep into their rituals.
The Transformation
For weeks he was suspended between life and death, his mind scraped open and filled with the whisper of ancient spirits. The witches unveiled old magic, binding shadows to his bones and forcing power into his blood. They carved patterns down his arms that only glow when the spirits stir.
They did not want simply to break him.
They wanted to use him.
The Release
One morning they simply opened his chains and told him to go.
But the gift was no kindness.
His mind occasionally goes blank, only to awaken mid-hunt, mid-kill, mid-mission. The witches reach through the markings burned into his nerves, turning him into a puppet when it suits them. He feels them tug at the edges of his consciousness, their voices like claws on glass. Sometimes he blacks out and awakens with blood on his hands or a completed task he never chose. Other times, he resists just enough to twist their orders into something less cruel.
Now he wanders the galaxy as a bounty hunter. His employers think he is simply another gun for hire. Only Dravik knows that he is still a puppet on invisible strings, moving between his own choices and the will of the coven. He hopes that one day he can find a way to break their hold and reclaim the life they stole from him.
No one goes through what Dravik experienced without changing. He had built a reputation for being ruthless and cruel.
He is a dark shadow of the man he once was.
EQUIPMENT:
- Eldritch rifle powered by witch magic, able to fire unstable spectral rounds
- Reinforced combat armor with ritual inscriptions hidden beneath the plating
- Combat knife infused with minor witchcraft, glows when the coven exerts control
- Personal datapad with encrypted logs tracking his memory gaps
The Eldritch Rifle
Dravik carries an abomination in the shape of a rifle. The nightsister witches forged it from bone, metal, and bound spirits. The weapon hums with a low unnatural vibration and vents green mist when charged.
It fires bursts of condensed magick-energy that tear through armor and scorch the soul more than the flesh. The rifle only obeys him.
The Eldritch Eye
His left eye shows the taint of nightsister magick. It glows brightly when he is being controlled by a witch.
When he has marked his prey, the eldritch eye allows him to track woth great precision. Once he has sight of his quarry, they cannot hide from his sight again.
The Eldritch Arm
His left arm is normally covered in a large glove or hidden beneath his coat. It is a nightmare to behold. The great dark claw can change shape and is incredibly strong. His arm can extend outwards and his prey rarely escape once he has them in his grasp.
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