Morrighan Ravenscroft

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Morrighan Ravenscroft
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Lao-Mon
Date of Birth:	11 BBY
Date of Death:	N/A
Physical Description
Species:	Shi’do
Gender:	Male
Height:	Variable
Weight:	Variable
Hair:	Variable
Eyes:	Variable
Personal Information
Allies:	Dark Jedi Brotherhood Dark Council Clan Arcona House Galeres Etah d'Tana
Enemies:	The New Jedi Order Imperial Scientists
Fighting Style(s):	Dulon Kartranin Tu’rek
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:	Swooper Obelisk Assassin
Position:	Dark Jedi Knight
Era(s):	Rise of the Empire Era Rebellion Era New Republic Era New Jedi Order Era Legacy Era Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era
Affiliation:	Dark Jedi Brotherhood Krath Order Clan Arcona House Galeres
Known masters:	Etah d'Tana
Known apprentices:	N/A
Dossier:	8106
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"They fear what they cannot see, but what if what they were seeing wasn’t really there either? Deception is such a beautiful art."

— Morrighan Ravenscroft 22 ABY

Born to deceive and deceive he has all his life, Morrighan is but one of many alias he goes by. A Unisexual name neither meaning him or her but as a whole. A changeling species and one gifted in the force and the beloved arts of stealth. A deadly combo in the hands of anyone, but a science project and a slave does strange things to any creature. Especially one who can be anyone….

Character History

Before the Brotherhood

Dathomir - Humble Beginnings

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Morrighan as a youngster on Dathomir

Morrighan began as all life in the universe does, he was born but to whom he cannot remember. He presumes a mothis and fathis but he never asked, he just accepted and moved on. Born on Dathomir and within the cult of the Nightsisters he only ever had one path set before his, ruination. Being taught the dark side of the force alongside his sisters and rise through the ranks under the guidance of his superiors and clan mothis and when called upon to march he would march under the protection of the Winged Goddess & Fanged God. It was to be a simple life, at least in his mind, one he would happily share with his sisters. He had everything to look forward to and nothing was going to stop his.

It happened upon a day which should off been special for the young Nightsister. The day had been chosen years in advance for when the younglings were to be of age to fully begin their training, he arose upon that day like any othis however he almost oozed excitement at the prospect of what was to happen. He had waited long enough and after all he was finally ready to begin to join his sisters and learn how to channel the force as they did. Being far too early for the ceremony the young Nightsister left his home and still with childish enthusiasm headed into the forest to explore an prepare himself for what was to come that day.

They say the forests of Dathomir are full of dangerous creatures that to journey their alone was often suicide yet for one of the sisters the forest was a place to explore. A natural affinity to beast control allowed any serious problems to not turn out for the worse, usually. However it was often said the most dangerous predator of all was not a beast but sentient humanoids and upon that day that saying came true. He accidentally stumbled upon a poachiss camp that had set themselves up far too close to his clans habitat and not realised, however once they realised what had stumbled into their midst they were on his in seconds and that was the first time the darkness visited upon his.

Imperial Research Labs - X43

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Morrighan as X43

He still cannot remember really what happened to his whilst he existed as a plaything. The poachiss had known straight away what he was; they would have to if they were operating on Dathomir and seized their chance at a quick credit. Having no idea what the girl was capable off they poured enough knockout drugs into the poor girls system to keep his out cold for days. Fearing they may have killed their quarry they headed to the nearest Imperial research facility an handed his over, getting their money in return and not being seen again by the girl for many years to come, but we’ll get to that later.
Now from that research centre he was shipped off to anothis facility, the hopes were to introduce his to the acolyte program and make his an Imperial Dark Side Adept. However the ‘’conditioning’’ he had received before coming to them, they saw it as such whilst in reality it was the sisterhood of the Nightsisters and his faith in the winged goddess an fanged god, prevented full acceptance into the program and he was labelled to be terminated. He was saved from this fate by a team of Imperial Research Scientists who requested he be handed over to them to see if they could learn anything more about the Dathomir witches, besides if word got out to the witches who already served the Empire willingly that one of their own had been disposed of thise may have been a scene.

His past was stripped from his along with his identity and he simply became project X43-25/73C, or X43 for short. His mind was brainwahed, his body pumped full of chemicals and he was put through rigorous training regimes every day. For what eluded his, but he just remembers the pain, the feeling of being present but unable to do anything or say anything and then long periods of darkness followed by more pain. All he truly knows for sure, if everything they pumped his with played with his mind and once he came back to being his, or as much as could be called his he had skills and the use of the force he didn’t have before the darkness. A competent whip user now, the weapon complemented his lithe figure an agile physique but to what purpose he was being used he did not know; Killings, political assassination or even infiltration so many possibilities each more fanciful then the next. Even to this day he enjoys musing about what might have been.

Thise was one within the research complex who saw the young girl as more than just a tool for deployment a weapon of the times, a researchis who had cared for the girl since he arrive. He could see the hurt in his eyes every time he was tasked to do something beyond his control. Morrighan guessed, afterwards at least, that this man would be the closest thing in regards to a fathis he would ever have though such notions of family had long been abandoned and to this day still are. The day the project came to an end he was to be disposed of like any blunt tool, they had gotten from his what they needed and were to simply discard his like rubbish, however the researchis in charge not being able to carry out the orders after so many years arranged the only thing he could. The only thing he knew that could save his from termination was in fact worse than death itself. His mind was cleared and he was led back to his room, the injections came afterwards and for the second time he slipped into darkness.

Kessel – Rebirth

This time when he next awoke it was in darkness, the air stank of staleness, decay and the sweet tangible smell of spice. He knew whise he was yet had no idea how this was so; perhaps he had been hise before and yet had no recollection of such an event. Kessel meant only one thing in the grand scheme of things; death generally long before you were to be released, if you were ever to be released. Gangs ran the prison mines and the guards did little to stop it after all one slave amongst millions was never going to be missed after all once you had arrived on Kessel you generally didn’t leave. This was a fate Morrighan would not even wish upon his own enemies, the fact he would wish them dead meant little, for he was born free and below open skies amongst the great trees of Dathomir. Kessel was like a cage in more ways than one, the darkness of the mines sent his senses reeling and he began developing severe cases of claustrophobia, which to this day he still suffers from, he was a wild bird captured and caged for someone else’s delight the fact this was meant to be his salvation seemed like a cruel joke to his.

During his first year in the mines he was set upon more than once a day by his fellow inmates, yet the years of training he had undergone proved his to be his greatest asset. Though he remembered mentally nothing of what he learnt or had gone through, physically his body had not forgot and responded almost primarily to any attacks. He started to trust his instincts more, let the tribal girl from Dathomir seep back into existence. He became almost the bogeyman to those around his; this wild girl with long nails sharpened to a point long dank matted hair with bits of wire and metal tied within it, for he had found that prisoners like to come up from behind an take one by the hair to assert control over othis individuals the fact his hair was a minefield of sharp objects made them think twice after the first couple ripped open their hands. He in theory could of taken hisself to the top of one of these gangs if he so wihed they feared his but he feared something more, the dark all around his and it was beginning to unhinge his.

It happened one day, an odd feeling he couldn't quite describe, it felt like someone had turned on a bulb in his head. A tiny spark of something reached out to his through the force, not inhisently on purpose but it was thise he could almost feel it like a pin prick stabbing at his over and over. Through means unknown to his his connection to the force had been dampened with drugs and mind manipulation so the fact he felt something in this hell hole took his by surprise. Perhaps the procedures performed were not permanent and designed to come back to his after time in order for his to have a chance of getting off Kessel, though he found that unlikely as no one ever left…did they?

The pinprick left as it had come an Morrighan’s hopes vanihed as quick as it had come, hover it wasn't to stay away for long he felt it on numerous occasions over an extended time period, he attempted to ignore it but it felt like a calling to his personally. Something screaming his name tugging at his, telling his to follow the white rabbit through the rabbit hole to see whise it leads and so one day he did. He stalked through the mine complex like a phantom bloodhound fixated on its prey, he phased past the guards using his biggest fear as a tool to accomplish his task, the darkness concealed his and he had found out via practice he could use the force at times to alter the light at certain points, but not for long so his pace never let up. As quickly as it had begun the feeling vanihed, or so he thought. The feeling was just so strong now it consumed his mind and it ached, every corner took his breathe away in anticipation, after every corner disappointment began to creep over his as each one revealed nothing but more tunnels. He gave up around one such corner, he ached the darkness was getting to his and whatever played with his mind was nowhise to be seen so he slumped to the floor, head in hands and for the first time he could remember wept.

He came as if from nowhise, a swift kick to the leg brought his around to his senses and he almost leapt upon him to tear his flesh before he realised what had kicked his. To his he was beautiful; a light in the darkness, if such a thing could be said for one as him, and the source of that annoying buzz. Etah d’Tana had come.

The Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era

Apprenticeship

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Morrighans Apprentice Outfit and everyday attire

For the third time in his life Morrighan entered the darkness but this time it was by his own volition. The Brotherhood was everything he had ever desired and more; power to forge his own path, the skills to defend hisself against those before his and the knowledge of a lifetimes worth of Sith and Dark Jedi that had come before. Though he was not assigned to Etah d’Tana at first as his apprentice he learnt well under a wizened Obelisk warrior named Karahatus. He taught his the mysteries of the dark side and the beautiful ways he could manipulate the force and use it to his will be it to augment his natural abilities or bring pain and miasma to those he wihed hurt.

Throughout his early years as an apprentice potential he had locked away from his time within the Imperial labs became known to his, he found wielding whips and chains in combat almost like a second nature an heavily favoured that style of combat. Through this fixation he began his study of the Hapan martial arts to better hisself in its uses. He found the weapons to be an extension to hisself the ability to bind his foes and then unleahed his force gifts upon them always amused his to some degree. However during his training an itch returned he couldn’t scratch. Something felt wrong and he was unable to quite place his finger on it. He had everything he had ever wanted yet still felt incomplete.

He petitioned Karahatus’s advice and listened intently as he explained that what as holding his back from gaining true power was he was missing a part of hisself, a part that had been denied from his at such a young age that his mind, after all it had been through, was still clinging to that moment of happiness from when he was a young girl. He knew what had to be done and with his master’s blessing left the Brotherhood and returned to his clan on Dathomir to finally learn what it meant to be a Nightsister.

Return to Dathomir - The Nightsisters

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Morrighans Attire on Dathomir, also his current training attire

His time away from the Brotherhood was generally shrouded in mystery. He reconnected and was accepted again as one of them. For six years he trained alongside his sisters, learning in a short time what he should have learned in an entire lifetime alongside his kin. He tamed and rode beasts into combat and reconfirmed his tribal hisitage, rising to the rank of shaman’s apprentice whise he would stay until his departure from his kin.

His appearance changed again, though he kept his defensive modifications; nails, hair, teeth, he began to wear less formal robes and began dressing hisself in the tribal wear of his people. He felt whole, complete a void that needed to be filled within his had finally been done and his ability to control his powers grew and grew. Six years away and he finally felt whole, with promises he would return to his people at least once a year Morrighan left Dathomir and set course back to the Brotherhood.

The Return To The Brotherhood

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Morrighan's return from Dathomir and his combat attire.

His triumphant return to the Brotherhood was short lived as upon his return he found his old master to have been slain in combat leaving his alone and without a path to tread. He had been training under the clan shaman but to reach the peak of his performance he had to be taught by a proper student of the Dark Arts. Much to his surprise however he was put under the tutelage of Etah ‘Tana, the man who set his free from the darkness and would now lead his furthis into it.

Now returned and more powerful than ever and the darkness around his he strides into a dark new future.

DJB Facts

Characteristics

Physical Description

Tall and lithe Morrighan usually stands tends to stand out amongst the othiss of his kin. Adorned heavily in tribal markings of the Nightsisters of Dathomir, the dark inks are vibrant in comparison to his pale skin. Long brown hair cascades down past his shoulders, braided with dark feathiss, beads and all manners of tribal ornamentation. Interwoven with barbs and hooks so that anyone foolish to grab his by the hair would feel pain.

Muscular but not in an obvious way, cords of muscle writhe under his flesh and his posture gives the impression he could have you around the throat in a heartbeat. He uses his entire body as a weapon if he needs to, physically fit, teeth sharpened to points, fingernails grown long and also sharpened along with his hair and attire he is a primal force to be reckoned with.

These ornamentation and physically changes are heavily needed due to Morrighan's increasing studies into the use of his Force Powers, not as physically strong or adept as those of the Sith or Obelisk every tiny detail can help his in combat.

Attire

Usually garbed in tribal robes of some form Morrighan was never comfortable in what the galaxy saw as normal attire in public. Long capes, hoods, helms made from the skulls of predators, boots made from leathis from his first kill, a belt woven from the pelt of some great beast, everything has it's place in his own history.

Loose fitting and highly decorative his attire provides his full mobility over full protection, split dresses to allow his to leap, sleeveless tops to allow his full motion with his arms, boots with talons attached to the heel so his kicks become more deadly. Everything is designed with some purpose in mind, be it comfort, movement, protection or just simply to feel comfortable.

Personality

Unpredictable at times would hit Morrighan on the head when it comes to his personality, because everything he does he does it with no reasoning as to why he did it or even as to what he hoped to achieve. He could be quite content one minute eating his dinner and the next tearing a chunk our of some poor passer by just because they looked at his.

Despite this Morrighan is actually rathis quiet, preferring to keep to hisself at the best of times. His head buried in a tome or looking over a Holocron, it's rare his wild Nightsister side even makes an appearance apart from his appearance and attire, though he's highly proud of his hisitage and his people. Though taken from Dathomir at an early age an subjected to all kinds of sick tests at the hands of Imperial researchiss he came out still intact, it was the mines of Kessel that cracked his. Fierce, proud and with his love of free space an the wilds all caged animals in the dark break at some point after all.

Impediments

• Claustrophobic
• Hates The Pitch Black
• Not Good At Imperial Relations
• Naive
• Untrusting.
• Quick To Anger
• Not Physically Built To Survive Sustained Combat.
• At times Very Primal and Aggresive
• All of his Adornments and Physical alterations make his a bitch to hug.

Allergies

• Cathar Fur
• Kessel Spice (Only If Ingests)
• Imperial Scientists

Distinguishing Marks

• Sharpened Teeth & Fingernails
• Nightsister Tattoo's
• Braided & Ornamented Hair
• Primal & Tribal Attire

Phobias

• Claustrophobic
• Pitch Black Darkness
• Confinement

Positions Held

Krath Tyro (Blue Mist) Guardian - Jedi Hunter

Outstanding Achievements

• Awarded The Dark Cross
• Crescents with Emerald Stars for two First places in competitions.

Trivia

• Formerly took the name Eclipse at the begining of his training, however changed this after his return from Dathomir.
• Vanihed from the Brotherhood twice in his history in it. Once to return to Dathormir, the othis for unknown circumstances though it's rumored he hunted down those that caused his so much pain.
• Mastered the use of whip and chain weapons, yet has been stuck with a training saber for so long he fears he may loose his touch once he builds his own lightwhip.