Titania
Daughter of the Dreaming River
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BASICS.
Name: Desideria Dagan.
Faction: None.
Rank: None.
Species: Dathomirian.
Age: Twenty-three.
Sex: Female.
Height: 5'1.
Weight: 123 lbs.
Eyes: Pewter gray.
Hair: Pale silver.
Skin: Pale.
Force Sensitive: Yes, though the Force is "magic" among her people.
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EXTRA.
Weapons: Staff made of bone and a thorn whip.
Language(s): Basic, Paecian.
Clan: Dreaming River.
Occupation: Sentry Guard, Warrior, Rancor trainer.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Weapons: Staff made of bone and a thorn whip.
Language(s): Basic, Paecian.
Clan: Dreaming River.
Occupation: Sentry Guard, Warrior, Rancor trainer.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+ Rancor. As is custom among her people, she commands and fights alongside a rancor, her friend Kama.
+ Spells. As a warrior of her clan, she is lightly skilled in several of the magics, though she is most powerful in “Weather” magic.
+ Melee Combat. Having only her spells, melee training is a must in case she is unable to voice a spell fast enough. As such, she is skilled with her body and a staff made of bone and a prickly whip to fight off anyone who makes it past her spells.
- Social Skills. Not familiar with the social norms off planet, which tends to cause skirmishes with offended off-worlders. Her sharp tongue and nasty wit never help the situation either.
- Temper/Stubborn. Will pick an argument/battle with little provocation or reason. She hates rules and any consequence that comes along with them.
- Old Injuries. While training Kama, the rancor lashed out, damaging her face. While the Mother’s magic healed the physical trauma, her sight in her left eye never returned.
- Lust. Like most Dathomir women, she lusts for the most attractive (and most powerful) male. She will stop at nothing to claim the man she desires, even if its not the most useful thing to do at the moment.
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Known Spells:
Creature Understanding I
Tempest I
Storm I
Spell of Comfort II
Spell of Protection I
Dissipate Energy I
Spell of Though-Touch I
Spell of Awareness II
Weather Sense II
Tempest I
Storm I
Spell of Comfort II
Spell of Protection I
Dissipate Energy I
Spell of Though-Touch I
Spell of Awareness II
Weather Sense II
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Appearance:
Set at a minimum height of five foot one, Desi isn't much to look at. She's decently lean due to her melee training, with little curves. She tends to wear her hair up in a loose pony tail with bangs dusting her cheeks. Under her right eye is a light colored tattoo: a triangle shape upside down, with the base under her eye. Unseen is a network of tribal tattoos traced across her back, they are symbols that connect her to the Dreaming River clan. Desi's normal clothing includes one set of light and breezy cloths that resembles a shorts jumper, tightened around her narrow waist. The rest of her wardrobe consists of red-yellow lizard hides that make her appear as a formidable foe. Her warrior's garments are made of the hides of a rare lizard found deep within the forest surrounding the valley where the Dreaming River runs. The black hides shimmer in every color of the rainbow, much like an oil spill. She has an elaborate head dress she wears into battle as well. It resembles the antlers of a seven point buck and many trinkets dangle from the points, including: shimmering crystals, small lizard skulls, and the bones of an unknown mammal. She prefers boots and always has a dark leather cuff around her left wrist. Her staff is normally strapped across her back while her whip is attached to her left hip.
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Biography:Appearance:
Set at a minimum height of five foot one, Desi isn't much to look at. She's decently lean due to her melee training, with little curves. She tends to wear her hair up in a loose pony tail with bangs dusting her cheeks. Under her right eye is a light colored tattoo: a triangle shape upside down, with the base under her eye. Unseen is a network of tribal tattoos traced across her back, they are symbols that connect her to the Dreaming River clan. Desi's normal clothing includes one set of light and breezy cloths that resembles a shorts jumper, tightened around her narrow waist. The rest of her wardrobe consists of red-yellow lizard hides that make her appear as a formidable foe. Her warrior's garments are made of the hides of a rare lizard found deep within the forest surrounding the valley where the Dreaming River runs. The black hides shimmer in every color of the rainbow, much like an oil spill. She has an elaborate head dress she wears into battle as well. It resembles the antlers of a seven point buck and many trinkets dangle from the points, including: shimmering crystals, small lizard skulls, and the bones of an unknown mammal. She prefers boots and always has a dark leather cuff around her left wrist. Her staff is normally strapped across her back while her whip is attached to her left hip.
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Hailing from Dathomir, Desideria was born and raised as a Warrior and Witch of the Dreaming River clan. As a child, Desideria was always a thoughtless problem child. She rarely listened to her elders and got into more fights than any other youngling. She hated the idea of rules and consequences. She just wanted to learn spells and how to train a rancor. That was what she wanted most in life, a trusty rancor to befriend, love, cherish, and trust in battle. Someone she could never seem to find among the other children of the village. She was an outcast and believed that a rancor would be the answer to all of her worries and woes. A rancor trainer was what she longed to be. So, that is exactly what she did. She trained under the other Witches in her village, learning many different spells for battle. She found she was best at defense spells and weather spells. Her favorite was Force Storm. She sent many a drebbin running in fear with her storms. She also excelled in melee combat, channeling all the pent up energy and rage she had into a bone staff that sent too many trainers to the Healer on several occasions. That was when they decided that she should be given the opportunity to be a trainer. That was her niche. Her place in the clan. And that is where she's been ever sense.
Like many rancor trainers, the first egg hatched by your hand was usually the rancor you bonded with, became family with. Kama was that rancor for Desideria. Desi loved the little monster as more than a pet. Her feelings never wavered, even after the day that Kama lashed out, raking her claws mercilessly across the left side of Desideria's face. The rancor bellowed through the night and many nights there after, as Desi never returned. She lay broken and battered, suddenly unsure of herself and the life path she'd chosen. Her precious rancor had blinded her in the left eye and despite all the Healers within the clan, no one could bring it back. The tiny girl had no intentions of returning to the rancor training grounds until a visitor, whose name Desideria never acquired, came to the village and nursed Desi's feelings and passions back to life. His voice was kind and soothing, fatherly almost. Desideria had never known her father as he was not from the village or owned by her mother, so the presence of this man instilled something within her. Only a courage that a true father could give his daughter. And with that, she returned to her dear Kama. Together, they ride the forest of the valley, protecting the Dreaming River clan with everything that have.
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Ship: None, this type of technology does not exist on her planet.
Kills: None.
Bounties: None.
Role-play(s): Not the Best of Trips.