NAME: Faeri (fay-ree)
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Dathomiran, Unglowraith Stage 3
AGE: Appears 17, but age is unknown.
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'8
WEIGHT: 147IBS, 66.6
EYES: pale white
HAIR: Gray
SKIN: ALSO pale white, covered with apparent stitches and scars
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Unglowraith Evolution: Faeri's strength, agility, and reflexes have been improved by the Unglowraith mutagen within her blood.
Stitched Sensation: Faeri can feel, but not to any extreme degree. This includes pain, limiting how much pain she can feel at any one time.
Nightvision: Can see extremely well in the dark, eyes even reflect like a cat.
The Thirst: Blood must be consumed to keep the unglowraith mutagen alive within her, should it die, she will die with it.
It BURNS!: Sunlight now agitates her skin, and can even burn and cause permanent damage if exposure continues for too long.
Nickel's Foe: Being an unglowraith spawn, Nickel burns her skin, can cut through it far easier, and burns, sores, and dizziness can occur if injected or stabbed with Nickel.
Fanged Goddess: Faeri belives that she is the reincarnation of the Fanged God of Dathomiran myth.
Fangs that go with the title: Faeri must feed off of blood, this has replaced her teeth with a row of sharp canines capable of cutting through flesh quite easily.
Alchemized Sith: She is filled with the dark energies of Sith Alchemy, which makes light sided energy more dangerous, but it also makes her far more powerful.
APPEARANCE:
Faeri is an abomination to the force and a charlatan of the natural order. Before her turning she was not threatening, a simple 5'8, thin, and overly ordinary girl of one of the smaller witch clans of Dathomir. Yet now she is a monster to behold. Still standing at 5'8, her body is covered in stitches (both actual stitches and tattoos that mimic the stitches) and scars of past surgeries and experiments with sith alchemy. Her eyes are void of the previous innocent light within them, now a hunger and evil dwelling behind those pale windows to her soul. Her previously golden hair has fallen out and been replaced with a dirty gray as if she had aged several hundred years. And her teeth, all sharp and ready to tear into her prey's flesh.
BIOGRAPHY:
She was a simple, innocent, and generally non-extraordinary bookworm who rarely practiced the arts of her kind. What she knew of the force was mostly academic, pouring over tomes, scrolls, and holocrons every day with a thirst for knowledge. Yet something about her gained the attention of the dark one. His name she never knew, but she was taken into a crypt at age fifteen and did not see the light of the surface for many years.
When she awoke she was confused, so much was wrong with her. Her body ached everywhere, she had burning sensations along lines of thread woven into her skin, as if holding it together, and her head felt like it would explode. She remembered little of her past life, but remembered one thing, she was chosen to be the vessel of the fanged god as he returned back to the galaxy. She could feel the change in her body, something was new within her. She was chosen, and she had done her duty, and was now ready to act out the Fanged God's will.
(WIP)
SHIP:
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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