Character
Nyxara Thrynn
| Age | 40 years |
| Species | Nightsister, Dathomir Witch |
| Gender | Female |
| Height | 1.73 meters |
| Weight | 68 kg |
| Force Sensitive | Uses the ichor magic of the Nightsisters |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
She is rather tall, standing at 1.73 meters and weighing approximately 68 kilograms. Her build is balanced and muscular, the result of years of training and battle.
Her hair is a light gray, almost white, falling to her shoulders. She has emerald green eyes and pale, gray-toned skin. Tribal tattoos cover her body, symbols of her culture and power. She wears a striking black dress adorned with ancient, mystical patterns and precious stones, enhancing its magical allure.
As a Nightsister, the aura of her power is green. She also bears two dragon tattoos on her arms symbols of her mastery over fire.
INVENTORY
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PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
In her daily life, Nyxara exudes a calming serenity, gentle in her movements and measured in her words. Her presence inspires confidence. She appreciates simple things: the scent of plants, the silence of a starry sky, and unpretentious little pleasures. She lives in the moment, fully grounded, without getting lost in regrets or illusions.
But beneath this serene surface lies a deep rigor. When it comes to rites or magic, she becomes almost uncompromising. The sacred is not to be taken lightly. Every gesture has meaning, every word has weight. For her, spirituality and power are neither games nor tools they are living forces that deserve respect.
In the face of danger, Nyxara reveals another side. She is neither reckless nor blinded by anger, but her protective instinct can become sharp. Her gaze hardens, her voice deepens. She does not back down. Revenge is never her first choice... but it is never ruled out either.
War is no longer her daily life, but she carries its memory in every muscle. She trains, meditates, and refines her discipline not out of obsession, but because she knows peace is fragile. Since the birth of her daughter, this vigilance has been tinged with a new caution. She refuses to let those she loves experience the pains she has endured.
Independent, proud, and clear-sighted, she does not wait to be told to act. When necessary, she leaves the woods, temples, or sanctuaries to stand up to the world. She knows how to read between the lines, sense opportunities, and navigate the shadows. Alongside her companion, a Sith Lord, she shares a pragmatic vision of power: it is neither good nor bad, it is a tool, and she knows how to use it.
And yet, despite the shadows she carries, Nyxara is far from inhuman. She knows how to listen. She knows how to smile. And when she believes in someone, she gives unreservedly her knowledge, her energy, sometimes even a fragment of her faith.
STRENGTHS
Unwavering Loyalty
Nyxara's loyalty is quiet but absolute. Those she considers kin or companion can count on her without question. She doesn't posture or promise she acts. Her sense of duty isn't loud, but it is unshakable, forged in loss and rebuilt in love.
Pragmatic Insight
Her strength lies not in idealism, but in clarity. Nyxara sees things as they are, not as she wishes them to be. She weighs consequences, measures risks, and moves forward with purpose. This grounded mindset allows her to make difficult choices without losing herself in them.
WEAKNESSES
Controlled Flame
Though composed on the surface, there is a fire beneath. When the safety of her family or beliefs is at stake, her restraint can crack. In these moments, she doesn't rage blindly but she strikes without hesitation. Sometimes too quickly. What she gains in resolve, she risks in precision.
Restless Vigilance
The past never truly leaves her. Years of war and exile carved into her a constant readiness, a habit of expecting the worst. She prepares, she watches, she plans—but in doing so, she often forgets to simply be. The present slips by while her mind calculates futures that may never come.
HISTORY
I was born on Dathomir, a world shrouded in darkness and steeped in ancient magic, where every stone and breath carries the memory of the clans. My childhood unfolded within a circle of determined and proud sisters, where pain forged strength and tradition dictated survival. Each day was a rite, each night a trial. Life was harsh, but I had my place. I was a daughter of the night, a sister of the mist, born into the chants of ichor.
Then one day, the sky split open. Ships descended like steel crows. Flames devoured the red jungle. Screams replaced the songs. My clan, my home, everything I had ever loved... was annihilated. I fought. To the last breath, until my legs gave out and escape became the only option left.
Wounded, alone, covered in ash and blood I disappeared into the deep swamps, hiding among the shadows, surviving one day at a time. For many cycles, I was no more than a whisper drifting in the wild. Then, guided by a strong intuition, I left Dathomir aboard an old abandoned freighter. I departed the ruins of my memories, carrying with me ichor... and scars.
My wandering through the galaxy eventually brought me to Felucia, a world nearly as wild as the one I had left behind but different… vibrant, luminous, alive. There, the jungle welcomed me without question. It was within this teeming nature that I met him: Darth Malakar. A Sith Lord. In theory, an enemy. And yet...
Between us, it wasn't conquest it was silent understanding. A respect born of shared wounds. He had known war. I had known exile. Together, we wove something rare: a union born not of fate, but of will.
From that bond came our daughter: Lyssara Thrynn. A strong soul, radiant and free. She grew up between shadows and flowers, between the ancient wisdom of the Sisters and the rigor of the Dark Side. Felucia became our sanctuary, a haven untouched by war, where we could finally breathe, build, and love.
But nothing lasts forever.
Lyssara grew, and like all free spirits, she heard the call of the unknown. The need to discover, to define herself beyond our home. She set out on a spiritual journey, seeking truths we could no longer give her. Her departure was a silent heartbreak, but also a deep pride. She was following the same path I once did the path of transformation.
Inspired by her, I realized my own journey wasn't over. What I once fled, I now had to face. So I set out once more not as a survivor, but as an initiate. A mother, a witch, an heir of ashes.
Now I wander the galaxy in silence, watching over those I love from the shadows. I reconnect with the forgotten fragments of my past. I listen to the ancient spirits, I meditate, I rise. From time to time, I reunite with Malakar and Lyssara and those moments are the most precious gifts time can offer. Fleeting sparks of love stolen from the vastness of space.
The past no longer haunts me it guides me. The present is an offering. The future, a mist I walk through.
The galaxy is vast, ever-changing, full of secrets… and I am ready to face them, not to survive but to understand. To teach. To truly live.
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