NAME: Minerva Do'ral
FACTION: Neutral
RANK: Slave
SPECIES: Dathomiri
AGE: 25
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'6
WEIGHT: 120 lbs of nimbleness
EYES: An ethereal amethyst
HAIR: The color of a starless night.
SKIN: A deep and exotic tan, bordering on a reddish-hue.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Dormant.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ Determined: Determined to never got back to a life of servitude, she has become near unstoppable when she puts her mind to a certain task. It borders on obsessiveness.
+ Confident: Due to her natural insensitivity to the Force, she has had to rely more on her own natural abilities, and this has led to a confidence in herself and what she can accomplish.
+/- Uncaring: She does not care who she hurts in the process of getting what she wants, whether they be friend or foe. She has been driven to learn that everyone is out for themselves in the galaxy, and this has been made evident in the way that she treats others.
- Single Minded: When she is given a task, she will see it done. She learned this much from her time as a slave, and she does not wish to feel the pain of that life again. This leads her to be very driven on the task at hand, often times to her own disadvantage.
APPEARANCE:
Minerva is an oddity of her own people, her hair the color of the most starless of nights and eyes the color of the clearest amethyst, framed by skin the color of tatooine sands. She stands at a fair 5'6 and weighs a toned 120 lbs. She has various scars detailing the events of her life so far, and carries a harsh scar across her back from the searing of a lightsaber. She wears a sensual red dress cut to reveal the upper part of her cleavage and her abdomen. She has a loincloth tightly fit with a jeweled belt that hangs loosely between her legs.
BIOGRAPHY:
Minerva was born on Dathomir, a child of the Nightsisters clan. That was all she knew in life, and for the first few years things were simple and without trouble. She was taken in and became a sister of the clan of witches. Her childhood consisted of learning her past, and the history of the Nightsisters and their struggle against the other clans on Dathomir. It wasn't until she reached the age of maturity within the witch community that it became evident that she had no connection to the Force, and thus was unable to become a Witch in her own right.
She had made enemies within the clan, and as such she was taken and knocked unconscious one day before being sold to a slaver who in turn sold her to some rich noble on Nal Hutta. It was there that she would truly learn what it meant to hate someone, and it was there that she would become destined to walk the path of the Dark side.
After several years of torment and beatings under her cruel master, she killed him in his sleep and allowed her rage to flow into her actions. She ended up slaughtering his entire family, and taking refuge on an Imperial transport. She did not know where it was going, and she did not care. She just wanted to get away from Nal Hutta before someone realized what she had done.
SHIP:
Witch's Doom
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Training:
Dominions:
Republic Dominion of Terrijo: Completed
Invasions:
Character Development:
Duels, Skirmishes, Misc:
