Character The Witch of Xa Fel

[The Witch]

THE WITCH

Theme
Age	Old. Young. Something?
Species	Creature (Human, ish)
Gender	Fem
Height	Tall
Build	Spindly
Force Sensitive	Force-Attuned

APPEARANCE
Tall, when she isn't hunched over. Spindly, with too-long limbs and bones visible beneath her skin. The Witch has long, blonde hair that is remarkably well-kept for her circumstances, and pin-prick purple eyes.

PERSONALITY
Simultaneously childlike and elderly in affect. The Witch is curious, and cunning, and has little regard for physical pain, in herself or in others. Despite this, she is very polite, in her own way, and displays little malice until provoked.

CHARACTER TRAITS
Fleshwitch - Her presence hums with a power she only partially understands. With this potency she sees the unseen and shapes flesh like clay, to heal, to harm and to "perfect." Her own body has proven to be her most malleable canvas, though she shapes the tender viscera of ally and enemy alike with similar skill. Remember this, when those under her care turn aside blades with hardened skin, or move faster than their own limbs should carry them.

Broken - Her mind is fractured. She remembers little of her life before she was what she is now; even her name escapes her, to say nothing of more practical concerns. She knows a great deal about the body, how to heal and harm and twist it, and little about anything else.

Matron - She is sentimental, deeply protective of her pets and her projects, and she dotes upon them like a mother to her children. She is easily brought to rage and despair by injury or insult to those under her care.


CONNECTIONS

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HISTORY
The Witch remembers great armies and great crusades. She remembers the cold metal maze of a starship, and the comforting roots of a tree-vessel. She remembers a wave of darkness and pain washing across the galaxy, and the easy delight of having so much surplus flesh to work with.

Then she remembers a great fracture, and the collapse, and then memory fails her.

Now she tends to Xa Fel. She is happy here; its people appreciate her arts and her healing, and she makes them stronger, to face the cruelties of their world.

GEAR

• One dagger, made of scrap metal.
• One cloak, made of an old blanket.
• One stuffed Raquor'daan toy, heavily refurbished.