Character Julra Repraj

[Julra Repraj]

JULRA REPRAJ

Age	27
Species	Dathomiri (Human)
Gender	Female
Alignment	Neutral Good
Height	5'5"
Weight	117 lbs
Force Sensitive	Yes
Faction	Mandragora / Confederacy of Independent Systems
Rank	Initiate

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Julra is a fair-skinned woman with blue eyes and long blonde hair, often adorned with simple charms or feathers reflecting her spiritual background. Her attire is a blend of Dathomiri tradition and Mandragora robes, layered with symbolic protection. She moves with the quiet grace of someone deeply attuned to the world around her, often barefoot in sacred places.

PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS

Julra is gentle and inward-facing, guided more by intuition than ambition. She seeks connection—to spirits, to people, to the deeper threads of the Force. Though her power is growing, she uses it sparingly, preferring support, guidance, and healing over combat. Her beliefs center around balance and grounding, a worldview shaped by brushes with the Netherworld.

STRENGTHS

• Temporal Affinity
  Julra possesses a rare and potent command over temporal magic. Time does not flow rigidly in her presence it bends, pauses, and sometimes loops, allowing her to glimpse what was and hint at what may yet be. This makes her invaluable in ritual work, divination, and spirit-walking rites.
• Spatial Sensitivity
  Her understanding of spatial manipulation allows her to shift her position between moments, appearing elsewhere in the blink of an eye or phasing just enough to let danger pass through her. This has saved her life more than once.
• Nether-Touched Insight
  Having survived a brush with the Netherworld, Julra carries with her a unique awareness of veiled forces and hidden echoes. She can feel spiritual disturbances others miss, and is especially attuned to the presence of lost souls or warped energy.

WEAKNESSES

• Temporal Vulnerability
  Julra's strength is also her greatest risk. Her tampering with time and space leaves her open to forces beyond her control—an instability that once pulled her fully into the Nether. The memory of that near-unmaking haunts her, and the danger remains ever-present.
• Anchored by Armor
  Her armor, Julra's Refrain, is not ornamental. It is a spiritual tether—constructed to keep her grounded in the present moment. Without it, prolonged use of her abilities can cause disassociation, physical distortion, or even loss of self.
• Fragile Grounding
  Julra often walks with one foot in the present and one in the past or future. This liminality makes it difficult for her to fully connect with the here and now. She can appear distracted or distant, sometimes missing immediate emotional or social cues in favor of reading what lingers just beyond the moment.

INVENTORY

• Julra's Refrain
  A ceremonial armor forged through Mandragora rites, woven with temporal anchors and spirit-binding sigils. It serves as both armor and metaphysical tether—keeping Julra rooted in the present and shielding her from being involuntarily drawn into folds of time or the Netherworld.

HISTORY

Julra Repraj was born between two worlds Dathomir and Corellia. Her mother was a spirit-seer of a reclusive Dathomiri clan, her father a Corellian trader who disappeared from her life before she was old enough to remember his face. From the beginning, Julra belonged to neither culture completely. To the Dathomiri, she was a halfblood with strange habits and softer instincts; to the galaxy beyond, she was a witch in all the ways that word still conjured fear.

She was raised among whispers, both literal and cultural spirits speaking through wind and bone, and clan elders speaking in wary tones about her erratic power. From a young age, Julra showed signs of Force sensitivity, but it did not come in the form of fire or shadow like others. It came in distortion. Glimpses of things before they happened. Echoes of moments long past. A sense of being ever slightly unmoored from the present. She learned to keep these experiences secret. Dathomiri who walked strangely through time were not always allowed to grow old.

When her clan fractured in the wake of an inter-coven conflict, Julra fled. She left behind the only family she knew, guided only by dreams and half-spoken voices carried on the wind. That wind led her to Ryloth, and to the Mandragora a collective of witches, mystics, and Force sensitives bound together under the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Among them, she found not only refuge, but identity. The Mandragora gave her a place to learn, to question, to channel the strange currents of power that had always tugged at her. For the first time, her gifts weren't feared. They were studied.

But her true transformation did not begin until the day she followed the Nightmother into the Netherworld. At first, it was nothing more than a strange pilgrimage. She brought a book to calm her nerves. She followed quietly. But Dathomir and the Nether does not suffer neutrality for long. In a place twisted by old magic, Julra was separated from her sisters. She tried to call on her spells. They failed. She prayed to the spirits. Something answered but not with comfort.

She passed through a door that should not have existed.

And vanished.

Not to another place, but another time.

She emerged in the Dathomir of the distant past, walking under a red sky she had only seen in visions. There, she was found by Mother Talzin a legend made flesh. The ancient matriarch called her child, and told her plainly that she was not ready to return. Julra had wandered the currents of time like a leaf in the river. Talzin would teach her to become the tide.

Julra's training in the Netherworld was nothing short of brutal. She learned how to pull on time's thread without unraveling herself. She was made to endure visions of futures that might be of deaths she had not yet earned and triumphs she might never live to see. Time was no longer linear. She was no longer innocent. She aged. She bled. She learned.

In the end, Talzin and the witches of that time offered her a single way home a ritual that required both her life and the lives of those who had trained her. She burned in green fire, anchoring herself to existence with a scream that echoed through forgotten planes. When she reappeared, collapsing beside Vytal Noctura , she was older. Her eyes deeper. Her voice quieter.

After that, Vytal crafted Julra's Refrain armor forged through Mandragora rites and etched with temporal anchors. It was not made to protect her from blades, but from unraveling. From losing herself again.

Now, Julra walks between the cracks of the galaxy.

No longer simply a witch. No longer just Corellian or Dathomiri.

She is Nether-touched, Talzin-forged, and Mandragora-raised.

A bridge between moments.

A daughter of time.

And somewhere in the deepest silence of the Force, the green fire still remembers her name.