NAME: Nix Scamandros
ALIASES: Elder Scamandros, Dr. Scamandros, Witch Doctor
FACTION: Confederacy of Independent Systems
RANK: Witch Elder, Witch Doctor
SPECIES: Sean-Olc
AGE: 4513
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 7'8
WEIGHT: 84kg
EYES: Jade
HAIR: Black
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES
BIOGRAPHY:
Nix was born on Dathomir to a Nightsister mother, and a Nobleman of Corellian descent. His father was very rarely there for him as a child, as such, he was raised by his mother and her coven of Nightsiblings as an exception to the rule of Nightbrothers being warriors due to his fate being predicted by the coven's psychic. He was raised as a witch, a path otherwise followed only by the Nightsisters. They trained him in the paths of the assassin, the healer, the sorcerer and the necromancer.
He lived a moderately happy life, raised to a form of importance within his coven due to his uniqueness. He was an exceptional healer and sorcerer, beneath their Nightmother. The coven was fairly secluded from the rest of the Dathomiri covens, and thus, Nix became a secret, closely guarded by his coven. He stayed in the coven until the age of 30, where his skill and age had earned him the rank of Witch Elder, and the title of Witch Doctor, honouring his skills with the magics of life and death.
Unfortunately, this happy life was crushed under the boot of reality, where he had once believed he was the saviour of their coven, able to prevent them all from dying, this opinion was changed drastically when his coven was attacked by a small group of witch hunters. A group of various species and gender, united by the idea that those who wielded the more potent and magical aspects of the force were unholy, and vile creatures worthy of nothing but death. They attacked the coven during the night feast, celebrating the Nightmother's new child.
They had turned the happy celebration into a day of despair for the sole survivor. He had been performing the ritual, blessing and recognising the child's induction into the coven, with the blessing of the Nightmother who was recovering from a rough birth. The hunters had been using silver vibroswords and slugthrowers. Being a clear shot, and looking rather important on the pedestal in the middle of the hall, he was the first they shot. Several bullets had landed within him, and he had taken the Night Mother's child with him, his body had fallen in a way that his ceremonial robes effectively hid the child.
He had been shot twice in his left shoulder and once in the back. He had then risen back up, ditching his ceremonial robes for the sleek under robes. He then grabbed a night sister sword, and, in a fit of rage, charged at the leader of the group, he had then been run through the right side of his torso with the silver sword, then shot in the neck. His body fell, forced to watch in pain as the rest of his coven was slaughtered. When the hunters had left, he staggered up, and over to the Nightmother's child, who had been unharmed, and unnoticed. He then wrapped the child in his ceremonial robes to keep it warm. He took the Nightmother's staff, and then stumbled over to his healing hut, and mended his wounds.
SHIP: N/A
KILLS: N/A
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ALIASES: Elder Scamandros, Dr. Scamandros, Witch Doctor
FACTION: Confederacy of Independent Systems
RANK: Witch Elder, Witch Doctor
SPECIES: Sean-Olc
AGE: 4513
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 7'8
WEIGHT: 84kg
EYES: Jade
HAIR: Black
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS:
- Witch Doctor: He has extensive knowledge in magic/force healing techniques
- Sorcerer: He has extensive knowledge in magic/sorcery
- Sneaky: Despite his rather large size, he is fairly stealthy
- Strength: He has a decent amount of physical strength, able to keep up with most of his size, and some even bigger
WEAKNESSES
- Novice Shot: He relies on his magic/sorcery in fights, as his aim is worse than desirable
- Technology Ungifted: He is very bad at using technology
- Two Step: His dancing skills are quite bad
- Swords and Axes: He is very bad at wielding most melee weapons, with his only real skill being the use of staffs and daggers
BIOGRAPHY:
Nix was born on Dathomir to a Nightsister mother, and a Nobleman of Corellian descent. His father was very rarely there for him as a child, as such, he was raised by his mother and her coven of Nightsiblings as an exception to the rule of Nightbrothers being warriors due to his fate being predicted by the coven's psychic. He was raised as a witch, a path otherwise followed only by the Nightsisters. They trained him in the paths of the assassin, the healer, the sorcerer and the necromancer.
He lived a moderately happy life, raised to a form of importance within his coven due to his uniqueness. He was an exceptional healer and sorcerer, beneath their Nightmother. The coven was fairly secluded from the rest of the Dathomiri covens, and thus, Nix became a secret, closely guarded by his coven. He stayed in the coven until the age of 30, where his skill and age had earned him the rank of Witch Elder, and the title of Witch Doctor, honouring his skills with the magics of life and death.
Unfortunately, this happy life was crushed under the boot of reality, where he had once believed he was the saviour of their coven, able to prevent them all from dying, this opinion was changed drastically when his coven was attacked by a small group of witch hunters. A group of various species and gender, united by the idea that those who wielded the more potent and magical aspects of the force were unholy, and vile creatures worthy of nothing but death. They attacked the coven during the night feast, celebrating the Nightmother's new child.
They had turned the happy celebration into a day of despair for the sole survivor. He had been performing the ritual, blessing and recognising the child's induction into the coven, with the blessing of the Nightmother who was recovering from a rough birth. The hunters had been using silver vibroswords and slugthrowers. Being a clear shot, and looking rather important on the pedestal in the middle of the hall, he was the first they shot. Several bullets had landed within him, and he had taken the Night Mother's child with him, his body had fallen in a way that his ceremonial robes effectively hid the child.
He had been shot twice in his left shoulder and once in the back. He had then risen back up, ditching his ceremonial robes for the sleek under robes. He then grabbed a night sister sword, and, in a fit of rage, charged at the leader of the group, he had then been run through the right side of his torso with the silver sword, then shot in the neck. His body fell, forced to watch in pain as the rest of his coven was slaughtered. When the hunters had left, he staggered up, and over to the Nightmother's child, who had been unharmed, and unnoticed. He then wrapped the child in his ceremonial robes to keep it warm. He took the Nightmother's staff, and then stumbled over to his healing hut, and mended his wounds.
SHIP: N/A
KILLS: N/A
POSSESSIONS:
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