..:: The Black Witch ::..
"I heard the whispers. A dark being that had dwelt alone for countless eons. I saw Akala in all her glory and knew that was whom whispered to me. Now she is silent, yet I've no inclination to believe that she is gone."
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Name: Marmora
Aliases and Titles:
- The Dark Lady
- The Black Witch
- The Witch of the Dead Forest
- The Dead Queen
- The Mad Prophetess
Homeworld: Kashyyyk
Birth: 810 ABY
Death: 12th Taungsday; 844 ABY
Rebirth: 844 ABY
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..:: Biological Classification ::..
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Species: Bpfasshi
Gender: Female
Height: 1.8288 meters
Weight: 72.1212 kilograms
Eye Color: Smokey Grey
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: Alabaster
Force Sensitive: Yes
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..:: Political Affiliations ::..
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Faction:
- TBD
Rank:
- Witch Initiate
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..:: Appearance ::..
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Lithe and slender, with pale skin which appears nearly lifeless and cold to the touch. Raven black locks of hair cascade down upon her shoulders, flowing along her back as if it were a waterfall. Deep smokey grey eyes piece those whom they are set upon, as black cosmetics cause them to appear as if they are two dying stars in the night sky. Full lips painted black are often in a small curl of a smile, making her expression unsettling to many.
Her face is framed by the large crown that she wears, a skull upon the front as crags raise up in a circle. A mourners veil hands from within, draped over the sides and back, as it comes to rest on her shoulders. Long leather sleeves, decorated with ornate pieces of silver coated metals cover the length of her arms, with her hands left free of any such burden of material. Hanging low upon her hips is a length of a dark skirt, with ornamental frame rising up and around. Her bust is covered, though only enough to be called decent, as her midriff and cleavage is shown in enticement of others.
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..:: Positive Traits ::..
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- Strong willed and sharp of mind, she is capable of withstanding many mental attacks. The powers of the force that attempt to affect her cognitive and mental faculties seem to be brushed off with ease. This capability apparent though unknown as to where it has come from, or how she came by it. Be it through a fluke of nature and just merely a coincidence or by means of training, Marmora has shown that she is capable of holding her own and preventing her mind from becoming someone's plaything.
- Patient and collected, calm and enduring as if she were a bulwark standing against the test of time. Those piercing eyes hide behind them the calm before the maelstrom that can often be unleashed. Her strength is in keeping her actions and emotions hidden from others, not allowing them to be seen before they are shown by her hand.
- Piercing eyes are a strength in their own, with very little needed in the way of speech, she seems capable of moving others by a mere look. Such a look can push others to achieve their greatest desire or be merely moved as her own pawn. It seems that she has somehow managed to harness a means of dominating those of a weak mind and will by exerting her own with mere body language and a simple penetrating glance.
- The Witch of The Dead Forest, an alias as true as that strength which it seems to bestow upon her. Skilled in the arts of the Sayormi Voodoo, she is able to to create potions, concoctions and brews that would otherwise be mere rotting water in the hands of others. Capable of seeing the potential within a plant and knowing its capabilities with a mere glance.
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..:: Negative Traits ::..
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- One does not survive the life she has at such a young age and come out unscathed. Rather she has returned from The Dead Forest changed and not for the better. Her mind while honed and calmed is a place of countless words and worry. Paranoia seeps in from all directions as she listens to the whispering voices that push her towards action.
- Dead within, a soul shattered and torn apart by the mere existence and survival that she was put through. That which she has seen, that which she has felt has turned her into a hollow being. Incapable of making connections with others, incapable of the mere thought of empathy or understanding.
- A narrowmind, such a trait in which she is incapable of seeing a picture at large, nor does she believe that there are those whom can truly prevent her from that desired course or goal that she so wills herself upon. When things do not happen as she directs them, she is incapable of truly and fully understanding that it was from the intervention of another.
- Awakened. The world of Miasma has done this, the whispers of her Dark God have pushed her forward, torn at her mind and filled her head with a chorus of millions of screaming, clawing dreams. Her eyes burst open as she sleeps, objects around her thrown about or float of their own volition. She has tapped into the Force and now she has no means of controlling such raw power, making her even more unpredictable.
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..:: Historical Biography ::..
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A child lost, forgotten upon a world of forests and trees. A family that sought the darker secrets and paid for it as they not only lost themselves to their madness, the lost the only thing that had mattered to them. This child found by those of the Sayormi, beings that even the Wookiees dare not tread upon their corrupted sacred ground of the Dead Forest deep within Kkowir Forest.
She was resigned to her fate, having heard of the tales that the Wookiees told of these peoples. As she prepared to face her death, a hand pulled her away and another claimed her. In that moment those she had begun to wonder if death was such a worst alternative to the fate that was to lay before her now.
As the years slowly turned, and the forests became her home, she too changed as she delved deeper within the society of those Sayormi that survived for countless generations. Even without a Queen they still remained, yet they still fought among themselves; though it was of no consequence to this woman. For now, after all those years she thought of none save herself. This was the process of the Sayormi, this is what they birthed, a woman that soon become almost as one with the forest as the tainted beings and corruption that dwelt there.
From this tainted forest, this corruption, she rose. This dark purgatory became a marker of her life, a comparison to all that she would come to endeavor. For nothing that she faced after this youth on Kashyyyk was ever as impossible or deadly as the Sayormi. Though she did not arise from this unscathed, nor unchanged. Her mind while honed and sharpened was warped and misguided.
Thus it was during these years with the Sayormi that the whispers began. Softly at first, and slowly becoming as if billions were screaming within her mind all at once. No potion or dark ritual could alleviate her of this misery. Though as those years slowly turned she came to understand that it was some being, something trapped and demanding its freedom. Whispering to her from across the cosmos and pulling her towards it, ever closer unto the ancient and forgotten realm of Miasma.
Awakening here, she felt the very darkness of the world seeping into her figure. Changing her from within, a change that she sought not to fight. For this world was corruption, it was demanding that it be served, and she found that she would not refuse.
The 12th Taungsday; 844 ABY, the evening when Billions disappeared from the galaxy, the evening when Marmora meat her demise upon Miasma. Yet when she journeyed to the Netherworld, there she saw that which had whispered to her in her mind and demanded obedience. The dark figure that had inhabited her mind since she was a child living among the Sayormi.
Akala...
The ancient Kwa Princess, corrupted and seeking her lost lover. Her appearance being that which truly broke and reshaped the woman that had become known by many names from her life upon Kashyyyk. Thus she tore her way through the billions of lost, those whom did not belong within the Netherworld of the Force.
Clawing her way from death, she pulled herself through to the other side, finding herself upon a world that had been torn asunder. Though her thoughts remained upon Akala, and then silence. The whispers were gone, and then the news that some monster had been defeated by some heroes, though for her, her mind never accepted the simple fact.
For her, Akala is merely Silent, not Dead...
What lays in the Darkness beyond...
