Luna Damia
The Lost Sister
NAME: Luna Damia
RANK: Witch Spellweaver
TITELS: None
FACTION: None
SPECIES: Witch of Dathomir
AGE: 19
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 1,72 m
WEIGHT: 55 kg
EYES: Yellow
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Olive
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS:
-Magic: Born and raised by the Witches of Dathomir Luna learned the ways of magic from early on. Said to be quite gifted in the spells of their ancestors she was considered to be a prodigy by her clan.
-Trapper: Luna was never a true hunter like her sisters, instead learning how to effectively place traps and ambushes to aid them on the hunt. Thanks to this she has a very well versed eye for the right place and the right means to lead someone into a trap.
-Nature: Live on Dathomir is harsh, and close to nature. Due to this Luna has developed a deep connection to flora and fauna, a connection that shows in the way she can use the force.
WEAKNESSES:
-Coward: Luna is not only no warrior, but afraid of a direct fight. Panic is normally her first reaction should she find herself caught in open conflict.
-Weak: Neither strong nor very enduring, Luna is what would be commonly considered weak, at least on a physical level.
-The Force: While magic comes natural to her, Luna has shown a lack of talent for the more common applications of the force. With time and training she can still master them, but far slower than most gifted with the force.
-Lost: After being forcefully removed from her home Luna never found a place where she belonged, to much tainted by darkness for her sisters, yet still to much alike them for the rest of the galaxy. Because of this she often catches herself getting lost in her memories of the past.
APPEARANCE:
A young, and fairly small and skinny woman with olive skin, brown hair and yellow eyes. Her long hair always looks slightly messy, framing her face in the way it fell down in the morning. Luna commonly wears apparel that relates to her Dathomiri heritage, consisting out of a short, blue top made out of feathers. At special occasions she likes to apply tribal facepaint that resembles a human skull. A small golden septum has been placed in her nose.
PERSONALITY:
During her time with her clan Luna was generally known as a rather upbeat person, yet also as someone that could easily partake in a serious conversation when needed. Compassion and dedication were the two strongest traits she felt towards her sisters, always looking out for them, even if their expectations rested heavily on her. After being abducted and enslaved for years the happiness faded far away, and was replaced by a deep seated sadness inside of her. Lonely, lost and confused with the galaxy around her Luna wishes nothing more than to turn the time back before she was abducted. Yet all she can do is to drown in the memories of the past, caught in a loop of sorrow that slowly breaks what is left of her.
FIGHTING STYLE:
Luna is not much of a real fighter, instead relying on magic and traps. She never goes out to fight someone when she can avoid it, both because she fears conflict and because she is no good at it anyway. Yet those that have stumbled into on her traps can tell that she can be quite deadly, utilizing both her arcane aptitude and a good eye for where and when an ambush should happened. In the end it boils down to her avoiding any fight in which she can not set the battlefield to get an advantage.
BIOGRAPHY:
-Pre Roleplay:
During her childhood Luna was known as a very upbeat person by her clan sisters. Raised on Dathomir together with the other young of her clan she was quickly noticed for her magical talent. Yet at first she earned little praise for it, commonly forced to train more and harder as the young girl had shown a certain lack of skill when it came to hunting, something very important to a culture as near to the nature as the witches. With time she discovered that she, while neither strong nor quick, had a talent that could aid her clan on the hunt. With sharp eyes she began setting up traps, which then could be used by her sisters to bring in the prey. Through this she quickly rose in popularity inside the clan, and finally earned recognition for her magical skills.
When she was around thirteen most members of the clan had already started to believe that she would grow into the next shaman of the clan, her arcane mastery already rivaling that of some far older then her. This expectations weighted heavily on her. On one side she felt quite honored that her sisters viewed her that way, but on the other she never felt like she was really made for such an position. All she truly wanted was to be carefree, and live a peaceful live among her sisters and nature.
One day Luna awoke and was told that the current shaman of her clan had not awoken today, and that the elders had come together to decided who would follow after her, and the information that her name was part of this discussion as well.Overburned by the possibility of earning a duty she never wanted the girl left her village, wandering the swamps and forests aimlessly, hoping for a sign given to her by the spirit.
What she found instead was a group of slavers, violent, ruthless men and women that came to the witch's world for one reason: To steal the children and sell them to those that paid a lot of money for gifted young people to forge into weapons or servants. In a mix of panic and confusion Luna went out to warn her clan, yet in her fear she stumbled and fell, catching the attention of the nearby slavers. From there her memory turned blurry, a mix of running, falling and pain.
When she awoke Dathomir was lightyears away from here. For the next six years she was used as a worthless servant of a hutt, dancing and serving the creature or else she would be held in a dark room for days without food or water until she was ready to serve again. In those years she only saw small glimpses of the foreign city she was held captive in, never allowed to go further than the hutt's garden.
One day Luna awoke to find her chains broken and her hated master dead. Confused she stumbled out on the streets with nothing more her than her clothes, a handful of old mementos and no clue what, where or why she was ...
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