Marmora
Original Artwork by Brad Rigney, Deviantart image by MillionFireflies
NAME: Marmora
ALIAS:
SPECIES: Bpfasshi
AGE: 34
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 159 lbs
EYES: Smokey-Grey
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Alabaster White
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
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APPEARANCE:
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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BIOGRAPHY:
Lost as a child, found by those of the Sayormi, bound for death and use as a sacrifice within their rituals. A last moment stay of a hand and snatching of another prevented her from dying as a child. Though was death so much worst than the next years she spent with the Sayormi? Countless years fly by as she was pulled deeper and deeper within the culture, finding herself at a point in which mere justification or even understanding the tears in another's eyes no longer meant a thing to her.
From this endeavor, this dark purgatory that she survived, Marmora emerged. The Dark Lady, The Witch of The Dead Forest, and other such names that allude to her place of being. Her mind honed and sharped, while warped and misguided. Now her goal is clear and simple, at least in her mind, as the whispers continue to grow louder and urge her forward.
Original Artwork by Brad Rigney, Deviantart image by MillionFireflies
NAME: Marmora
ALIAS:
- The Dark Lady
- The Black Witch
- The Witch of The Dead Forest
- The Dead Queen
SPECIES: Bpfasshi
AGE: 34
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 159 lbs
EYES: Smokey-Grey
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Alabaster White
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS:
- 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.
WEAKNESSES:
- 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.
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APPEARANCE:
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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BIOGRAPHY:
Lost as a child, found by those of the Sayormi, bound for death and use as a sacrifice within their rituals. A last moment stay of a hand and snatching of another prevented her from dying as a child. Though was death so much worst than the next years she spent with the Sayormi? Countless years fly by as she was pulled deeper and deeper within the culture, finding herself at a point in which mere justification or even understanding the tears in another's eyes no longer meant a thing to her.
From this endeavor, this dark purgatory that she survived, Marmora emerged. The Dark Lady, The Witch of The Dead Forest, and other such names that allude to her place of being. Her mind honed and sharped, while warped and misguided. Now her goal is clear and simple, at least in her mind, as the whispers continue to grow louder and urge her forward.
