Darth Vulcanus
Better than other-other space Kaiden
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Name: "Mother" Elianda Iviss
Faction: The Hallow Gate Coven
Rank: Witch Elder
Species: Dathomiri
Age: 36
Sex: Female
Height: 6'7 ft
Weight: 166lbs
Eyes: Pale Green
Hair: Raven Black
Skin: Porcelain White
Force Sensitive: Yes (not by nature)
- The Magicks of Dathomir are a powerful thing and its blessings are many. Mother Iviss is a master of them and at her call, the magicks do her bidding.
- Intimidation & Seduction are a powerful ally to one such as Iviss. Her features are chillingly imposing, her skin as white and dead as a phantom. Eyes that pierce the night. Tall, slender form that casts her shadows over all in her path. All of these lead to an intimidating figure, not due to any obvious physical prowess, but because of the dark mystery surrounding her. Just as easily, however, these features can be turned...seducing one with the allure of power and the unraveling of her own mysteries.
- Wisdom is its own reward, even more so when one shares an intimate knowledge of the Netherworld as Iviss does. Life and death are but words to her, their mysteries boring and known to her. She, instead, is much more interested in the intricate webs that connect them all together.
- Trickery is the chosen weapon of many witches. Iviss prides herself on her web of lies and clever use of the Magicks to meet her goals.
- All power comes at a cost, Iviss discovered this in a terrible manner. Being non-force sensitive at birth, Iviss only came across her power through a strong magick connection she made in The Netherworld after crossing the Warlock Gate. Her body may have escaped, but a great many slivers of her soul did not. It calls to her, pulling her lifeforce back through it and to counteract it, she wears a self-created artifact called The Amulet of the Hallow Gate. This amulet keeps what is left of her energy tied to the living world, grants her the beauty she held before entering the gate and allows her to live. At great cost. The amulet must be routinely energized through a ritual in which a living force sensitive is sacrificed, no simple battlefield kill will do. If the amulet is left unkempt for too long, Iviss' energy will slowly begin slipping into The Nether.
- Elegance breeds a different strength than that of many great heroes of our age. Iviss relies on combat that is elegant and flows as the Ichor through her homeworld, brute strength is not her great power. When facing a foe that is much more physically capable, or faced with a bastion of her enemies, Iviss must rely on her trickery and swift combat skills rather than using any physical or mental strength to tear her opposition asunder.
- The Ambition of a people can bring an individual to madness. Iviss has an unquenchable desire to see the Nightsisters overtake the galaxy, exerting domination over all others and to meet that end, she would sacrifice almost anything. An alliance, a truce, a friend, everything but her own domination and the domination of her sisters is expendable.
The deathly pallor of Iviss is the most striking detail one is bound to notice about the witch. Light glistens from her porcelain skin like moonlight from the water. In the Dathomiri tradition, the Elder Witch has decorated her face and body with symbols of her coven. Red eyeshadow tears through her chillingly perfect complexion, black lipstick swallowing light and forcing one's gaze upon her lips as she speaks. This same color is replicated in her raven hair, which flows down her back in wild waves, a dark river that flows forth from the Vornskr skull she wears atop her head. Though her hair ends at her waist, it seemingly melts into the black raven feather cloak she adorns herself in.
This cloak is laced together with Dathomiri roots (like the ones laced into her hair), bones from local animals, lined with Rancor leather and bound by a Magick spells that gives it a dark aura and the ability to protect Iviss from damage of all types; similar to Sith armor. This armor does not cover all of her body and one can still see the Raven wings tattooed one her shoulder blades, as well as the Dathomirian incantations written down her back and arms.
Born to a dying clan just after the darkness ended, Iviss would have been quickly drug to the dark below to be killed for her lack of force sensitivity if it were not for an urgent need of numbers. Still, her life among the Sisters was not an easy one. Every morsel of food was to be fought for, every breath a challenge to be overcome. Her opposition was no less than the powers of the Book of Shadows and the deadly witches who could wield it against her. While they often left her on the brink of death, using the dark gifts of the Fanged God, all she could do was practice with blade and sword to defend herself. She attempted magicks from time to time, but never could she harness them as her sisters did; never could she do what Talzin had so many centuries ago.
Some days her ability to flourish a blade was all that kept her from becoming another nameless victim to the Nightsister craving for ultimate strength in their covens.
It was her fifteenth moon when the Nether Realm tore through the galaxy and opened a portal to a world of death and darkness. The crisis sent the Nightsisters in a frenzied chaos and her clan was all but exterminated during the course of its events. Where others saw fear and destruction, Iviss saw only opportunity laying beyond the tear. When she gazed into the fires and madness, she could feel the Ichor flowing throughout the next world. She could feel the spirit energy and she knew what it could do for her. So, becoming the first Nightsister pilgrim, she entered into The Nether Realm and was lost beyond its walls for years.
She does not speak of what she witnessed on her journey, she does not speak of how her dark power came to be. A mystery to be broken by a persistent individual one day, perhaps. But for now, all that is known is that when Iviss returned from the world of the dead she had become something different. She had aged two decades, stumbling from the Warlocks Gate in the nude and with only a strange amulet around her neck. Most of all though, she wore a new ambition. A drive that would see Dathomir tremble...
(more to come)
I've been working on the witch ideas for awhile now!