Morrighan Ravenscroft

Morrighan Ravenscroft
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Lao-Mon
Date of Birth:	21 BBY (Age 58)
Date of Death:	N/A
Physical Description
Species:	Shi’ido
Gender:	Male
Height:	Variable
Weight:	Variable
Hair:	Variable
Eyes:	Variable
Personal Information
Allies:	Dark Jedi Brotherhood Dark Council Clan Arcona House Qel-Droma House Galeres Etah d'Tana
Enemies:	The New Jedi Order
Lightsaber Color(s):	Red
Lightsaber Form(s):	Makashi
Fighting Style(s):	Dulon Kartranin Tu’rek
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:	Sith Inquisitor Dajorran Intelligence Operative
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 Sith Order Clan Arcona House Qel-Droma Ysanne Isard Imperial Intelligence ISB IOCI DIA
Known masters:	Etah d'Tana
Known apprentices:	N/A
Dossier:	8106
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"I've lived my whole life as one big lie, i've used every trick to deceive, kill and seduce. Once I even murdered a child and took her form just to assassinate her father, does this make me a monster? Yes. But it's all I know. I am the lie."

— 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 one trained to the highest standards by Imperial and Brotherhood instructors makes one truly fearsome monster of the dark.

Character History

Before the Brotherhood

Lao-Mon – Birth of the Trickster Prince

Morrighan’ life started the same as everyone’s; he was born and grew up in content bliss on the lush world of Lao-Mon. The Shi’ido race naturally secretive hosted few visitors and those that he ever met tended to be of the scientific or exploration kind that whatever they were there for would go right over the youngsters head if he ever got a chance to speak to them, though he would often sit for hours just listening and trying to make out what the men from distant lands were talking about, piecing fanciful stories together that when re-enacting with the other children he would shift into aliens and creatures he had never seen before or even knew if they existed. Though as a youngster this tended not to matter as everything to a child’s mind is real, until they are given proof it is not.

Generally liked those of his people around him knee he was different, though no one knew why. Force sensitive Lao-Mon were rare and interaction with outsiders being so low not many even knew what a Jedi or Sith was, but they knew there was something. Nothing remarkable happened really until his twelve birthday where during a small scuffle with other children he managed to push one back too hard in anger, the force flowed briefly and the push became an uncontrolled shove which sent the other child back too hard causing him to collide with a rock shattering bones. From then on he became the shunned one, the one no one would play with or even talk to unless needed and he didn't know why, not till much later in his life.

To alleviate the problem his parents did the only thing they could do and sent him out into the galaxy, the plan was he was to meet up with a relative on Corellia, blend in and try to live a different life to what he was used to, scratch out a living and hopefully never be shunned for being different. But like most stories where the main character is an alien, the Empire had ways of intervening.

Corellia – The Journey Begins

Everything started fine as it had been hoped for, his great uncle taught him the basics of surviving in a metropolis and his education was brought up to speed of that of a child several years older than him. He learned to harness and use his natural gifts to blend in with the Corellian population and even at one time or another fell in love with a girl or two just like any youngsters life should be. He didn’t mind spending all his time in a human form either, it amused him and he started to enjoy being able to alter his hair style and colour at a whim, fitting in with the local crowds and just being, However happiness and the bliss of youth is never going to last especially when living a lie.

The starting of it all came when he over cockily started flirting with a girl when her boyfriend was only twenty or so feet away. He amused her, she thought him cute and he nearly got away with it but during one his moves he tripped pulling them both to the ground. The other boy turned at the ruckus and saw the rather awkward scenario, putting two and two together and getting it oh so very right, but wrong at that moment he moved in with his friends dragging Morrighan off the girl and began to lay into him. Punches flew, kicks swung in and it would have been the beating of his life had it not all been stopped by a passing off duty IOCI officer.

Beating the gang off the man pulled the half dead Morrighan to his feet and rushed him to the local medical centre where he stayed by his bedside until he awoke the next day, then sat and talked to him about everything and nothing to try and cheer the young boy up. Morrighan was curious, he like many other alien had reasons to detest the empire yet here was one of the nicest people he had met talking to him and making sure he was fine before leaving to return to his own family. Of course it might have been different if the man knew what he truly was but the Shi’ido’s natural telepathy and manipulation saved him and nothing untoward happened. He knew though from that moment on where his path lay, if he could pull it off he had his heart set on emulating that man and becoming an officer of the law. Now on Corellia he had three options; One to join the Imperial Security Bureau but he knew without full and formal qualification from a COMPNOR academy he would never get in, so it left only two other choices. The first was, like the man, to join IOCI or the home grown CorSec. Not knowing which to choose he applied for both and greedily jumped at the first offer he was presented with. Thus began his odd and treacherous life as part of the Empire.

Imperial Service

Corellia - Imperial Office Of Criminal Investigations

He passed the exams with only a small hitch, the medical was more than a little worrying but liberal application of his natural telepathy managed to get him by. He was assigned a desk and a comm unit and spent the first several month of his new life taking calls, getting food and making the drinks for the office, not exactly what he had in mind but he realised everyone had to start somewhere and part of him was just extremely proud to be finally doing something other than scavenging to survive. He wasn't after glamour, he wasn't out for personal glory he simply wanted to do the job he was given and get it done right.

His fervour and dedication over the next year was a credit to him and his office. As soon as he was moved up to proper cases he dove right in and tackled them with ever increasing skill and ability, his shifting abilities began being used properly for infiltrating gangs and getting close to those he aimed to take down. Rumours began to circulate of his ability’s on the case and everything was going well until he slipped up again. His final case in IOCI saw him infiltrating a local street gang known for dealing narcotics, primarily spice, and everything was going smooth until a gangers girl walked in on him mid shift. She had followed him away from the gang members high as a kite planning to sleep with him bored of her current guy and intrigued by the new one, however for all intents and purposes she was an innocent bystander.

She had opened her mouth to scream and took a blaster bolt through the skull, the noise attracted more people and a Shi’ido mid shift looks like a melting wax work as the body readjusts and no one could know his secret, no one. By the time he was done over sixteen people, innocent and guilty lay dead. He was brought up on charges of inappropriate force and was to be tried and sentenced to prison time if it hadn't been for pure luck. The trial was interrupted by the IOCI branch director and two members of the Imperial Security Bureau, it seemed hi reputation for getting shit done no matter the job had attracted the right attention the fact he wasn't afraid to take matters into his own hands nor show the Empires Justice to those who broke the law made him a perfect candidate for ISB. The trial was dismissed and marching forth from the court a freeman, he was escorted to the spaceport told his own life was behind him and shipped off to Coruscant to begin his new life.

Coruscant - Imperial Security Bureau

Coruscant blew him away, he spent about a week just getting over the vast size of it and months later he still caught himself staring at planetary maps, learning districts and sectors off by heart and finding his jaw dropping at the scale. He remembered the shuttle coming into land at one of the upper star ports and being bathed in warm crisp sunlight as he boarded the next transport he remembered the feeling as the sun faded away and the artificial light and darkness consumed him. He learned from that moment on to see the sun on Corucant was going to be a privilege whilst he was on the planet that some never left the depths or even knew what the sun looked like.

The training was hard it tested him mentally, physically and his very existence and belief in the Empire. He spent days and nights just going over maps, reading the laws he already knew from his time in IOCI, going over hundreds of reports and sitting in lecture halls, interrogation rooms and training room’s day in day out. His previous experience helped and by the time the training was over his mind had been truly melded to the true Imperial creed. He started well, the work was easier than in IOCI but more important, or so he had been told. He was in charge of one of the smaller sectors on one of the mid-levels where nothing usually happened, his assignment was designed to teach him the basics and not get him into trouble, though that never lasted long as again something was always bound to go wrong.

Force Wraith

Eliza

• Name: Eliza
• Shape: Human Child of About Six Years Old.

Eliza was Morrighan's first kill when working for Imperial Intelligence, he slaughtered her took her form as his own and used it to murder her father who was a target. The kill started him down the dark path so it was only fitting that his first Wraith be in tribute to what made him the monster he is today.

DJB Facts

Characteristics

Physical Description

As like most of his race Morrighan is a everything and nothing at once. A shifter he is able to take on many guises from humanoid, non-humanoid, animal and beyond. He has not one true set definition of form but it's been so long since he visited his original one he fears he may have forgotten what he original looked like or even how to get back.

In the brotherhood as his common form however he stands about 1.87 metres and weighs in around 230 lbs. He has long hair and sometimes sports a matching beard, the colour changing at his whim. Muscular and broad in the shoulder hides his agility and he holds himself well among his peers.

Attire

Morrighan's DJB Robes.

The clothes usually match the assignment he is on or the role he is playing but usually he is found nestled inside his Brotherhood robes, ever shifting eyes staring out from amongst the shadows and folds of the hood. His cape drifts around him and his footsteps are echoed by hard heeled boots. His dueling saber strapped at his side for all to see when he wishes them to see, for the Dark Jedi Knight is proud of what he is.

Out of the Brotherhood is a different matter, being part swooper he wears traditional gear to go with that line of work, however he has access to a wide assortment of clothes and costumes, uniforms and attires purely for the purpose of different guises. More often than not he an acquire what he needs on the job from a willing donor but he finds it best to always be prepared.

Personality

Unpredictable at times would hit Morrighan on the head when it comes to her 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 him.

Despite this Morrighan is actually rather quiet, preferring to keep to himself at the best of times. His head buried in a tome or looking over a Holocron or on the training field. Sadistic and cruel he's perfected the art of the lie over the years that you never truly know if what he's saying is fact or fiction and half the time he is unsure himself. If caught in the right mood he's more than happy to join in whatever's going on but sometimes it's safer to poke a rancor with a stick then take a gamble with the slightly mad Inquisitor.

Impediments

Morrighan's Saber.

• Claustrophobic
• Hates The Pitch Black
• Not Good At Imperial Relations
• Naive
• Untrusting.
• Quick To Anger
• Not Physically Built To Survive Sustained Combat.
• His ability to shift can throw people or make them unomfortable

Allergies

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

Distinguishing Marks

• Shapeshifter
• Everchanging Hair & Eye Colour
• Evershifting Tattoo's

Phobias

• Claustrophobic
• Pitch Black Darkness
• Confinement

Positions Held

Krath Tyro (Blue Mist) Guardian - Jedi Hunter

Outstanding Achievements

• Bronze and Silver Novae in his first IG
• Awarded Grand Cross of the Dark Side
• Earned 3 top places overall in his first IG.

Trivia

• Awarded The Dark Cross for getting everyone back on IRC after undernet screwed up.
• Formerly took the name Eclipse at the begining of his training, however changed this after his return from Nar Shaddaa
• Vanished from the Brotherhood twice in his history in it. Once to return to Lao-Mon, the other for unknown circumstances though it's rumored he hunted down those that caused his so much pain.
• Mastered the use of blaster and blade.