Kitter Bitters
Keeper of Bitter Tales from the Galaxy
Ivory Syn
| Full Name | Ivory Syn |
| Pronunciation | Eye-Vor-E S-IN |
| Alias | The Pale Rider |
| Rank | Mandalorian |
| Affiliations | Mandalorian Empire |
| Birthplace |
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| Species | Human |
| Language | Several |
| Gender | Female |
| Force Sensitive |
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| Age | Thirty Seven Galactic Standard Years |
| Height | 5' 2" (1.5748 Meters) |
| Weight | Light |
| Hair Color | Classified |
| Eye Color | Classified |
| Skin Color | Pale Ivory |
| Distinctive features |
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| Playby | AI Art |
| Themsong | (click):
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| Discord | KitterBitters |
"I'm a Mandalorian. Weapons are part of my religion."
— The Mandalorian
- BIOGRAPHY
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Ivory Syn learned early that names can be knives. Hers had cut too deeply, so she buried it and kept the scar.
Before the armor, before the creed, Ivory was something other, a child with a quiet pull toward the unseen. She remembers clearly when her life broke, and the aftermath: a room that smelled of scorched metal, and her running to stop history from repeating itself. The Path of the Open Hand discussed containment, and a drastic choice was made with her consent. A relic, ancient, humming with a wrongness that made her teeth ache, was fused into her forearm. It drank the Force the way fire drinks air. When it settled, the galaxy went silent inside her.
She screamed once. After that, never again.
The device saved lives, they told her. Or prevented catastrophe. Or balanced a ledger no one would show her. She stopped asking which was true. The small scar at her arm became the only proof the Force had ever touched her at all. Whatever she had been meant to become, the relic made certain she would never be it.
So she ran again.
Ivory lived on the fringe of the Outer Rim, taking work no one wanted and asking fewer questions than most. She learned to keep her sleeves long and her past shorter. Hunters, smugglers, refugees, everyone was running from something, and she blended well among them. She survived on instinct and grit, on muscle memory that felt older than it should have been. Sometimes she woke with phantom sensations like echoes of a power she could no longer feel, as if remembering the warmth of a sun after losing the sky.
She would have stayed a ghost forever, if not for the Mandalorian.
He was old in the way beskar gets old, dented, scarred, and unyielding. They crossed paths after a job went wrong, too many blasters, too few exits. Ivory fought like someone who had once relied on something greater and learned, brutally, to live without it. The elder noticed. He noticed the discipline without doctrine, the anger held tight instead of spent, the way she never reached for the Force even when death pressed close.
He did not ask her name.
He did not ask her past.
He asked only one question:
"Who taught you to survive like that?"
Ivory had no answer.
The Mandalorian offered her something she did not recognize at first: structure. Training came before stories. Silence before explanation. He taught her the meaning of armor, not as protection alone, but as identity. Each plate earned. Each scar acknowledged. Strength not borrowed, but forged.
She never told him about the relic in her arm.
She never had to.
When the time came, she stood alone beneath a cold sky and donned the armor piece by piece. With each clasp, each seal, something loosened inside her chest. The girl who had been cut open and rewritten faded with every layer of beskar. The past, whatever it was, whoever she had been, no longer had a hold on her.
When the helmet locked into place, Ivory Syn said goodbye to her former life.
She did not cry. Mandalorians do not need tears to mourn.
From that moment on, she lived in the armor. Not as hiding, but as truth. The relic still rests in her arm, silent and hungry, a reminder of a path denied. But she no longer measures herself by what was taken from her.
She is not Force-born.
She is not Force-broken.
She is Mandalorian.
And the past, whatever name it worem, no longer has the right to claim her.
This is the Way.
- EQUIPMENT
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- A personal ship to be subbed at a latter date.
- STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES
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Strengths
+Intelligence - Very intelligent and a quick learner
+Mandalorian Training - She has been taught to use a variety of weapons and tech from her new culture
+Teräs Käsi - an extremely capable fighter in the ancient art.
Weaknesses
-Piloting - While she has been working on her skills as a pilot she is not great at driving
-New Non-Force User - Ivory has an artifact in her arm that cuts off her connection to the Force entirely. This is almost worse than being born without the Force because now she must re-learn how to sense the galaxy around her without the training she relied on before.
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