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“You beseech my heritage? I suppose you deserve some kind of information for locating this holocron. Prepare yourself, as we are about to delve into the world of dark magicks…”
“I was born on Dathomir, who knows how many years ago. I myself have lost count. We witches find long life spans through the use of our powers. As you may know, my name is Grethallion. Through the use of my powers, I began my rise to power,”
“However, I am getting ahead of myself. I was once a Darthomiri witch. After I was born to the Singing Mountain Clan, I was raised and sculpted to be one of their most powerful members. I do remember bits and pieces of my childhood, however. It was tranquil. Disgustingly tranquil. We were still at war with the Nightsisters…”
“At the age of 13, my Clan was attacked. While my birthmother died years ago, in an event I don’t recall, my caretaker was murdered. Her death caused me to tap into the Force. Blinded by fury, my training in the Light hastily became that of the Dark. I choked the murderer without ever laying a hand on her. After all was said and done, I was banished to the bowels of Darthomir,”
“However, my display had awakened the interest of the Nightsisters. I was taken to their Clan’s home a few days after I had been exiled. Forcefully, might I add. I was loyal to my old Clan, even though it betrayed me. What a fool I was. After a small fight, which was rather unfair, considering the amount of training I possessed in the Dark, and the posse of Nightsisters kidnapping me, I was easily taken down,”
“I awoke in what seemed to be a hut. As I emerged from it, I noticed the gorgeous scenery. It was mystical and swamp-like. High cliffs encased the village. Trees and canopy kept us hidden. It was literally a hidden swamp,”
“While I originally thought of my new Clan as savages, over time I grew to trust them. They became my new family, and at the age of 15, my mentors,”
“My training in the Dark came simply to me. And note that I say Dark, not Dark-side of the Force. While we may channel similar abilities like that of the Force, many of us channel it differently, or something different entirely. There is something greater in us than your average human that pulls from the Force. What that is, is unknown. Anyways, my “Master” or “Lady” as Jedi and Sith call it was dangerous, unpredictable, and impeccably sadistic,”
“As my training progressed, I began to succeed my “Master” in her powers. I drew from all I knew, all I learned, and every possible fiber of my being. One of our arguments began as we were spying on the Singing Mountain clan. It ended in me killing her, and our exposure. I was forced to return to base immediately. I believe I was moving quicker than a Terellian Jango Jumper,”
“After they learned of her death, I began the next part in my training. That was, taking someone in my custody to train. She was a rather “cheerful” aspiring Nightsister. I was around twenty five at this time, and by thirty five, my apprentice had moved on. I was done with my training at this point, which meant it was time for my next big chapter: A mate,”
“Now, we regard males as servants and mates. I found one in particular. He was rather muscular and not very bright. I took him as my mate at the time. What I was thinking at the time was unknown,”
“After an uneventful pregnancy and birthing, five years passed us all by. I was raising my child, a girl. I had named her Fallendreda. I was beginning to teach her how to tap into her powers at the time, that was, until a raid happened. The Singing Mountain members found out where we lived, and we were attacked. My child didn’t survive the assault. Afterwards, I made sure I massacred Dathomiri witch. They would not get away with her death,”
“By the time I was forty five, our race needed a new Moff in the Imperial government. I was nominated to go, and after a vote, I agreed. Having suffered a heavy loss already, I had been playing out the past five years with a poker face as I got over my child’s death. This turned out to be great training as the council of Moffs and Grand Moffs met together to discuss what needed to be done,”
“In general, I made sure my Nightsister brethren got what they needed. I began to learn how to speak politically, and to word my phrases just right so we couldn’t be incriminated. After over twenty years of this game, I became a Master in what I do. However, as of lately, that training hasn’t been working. A killing attempt on several of my sister’s has been made. I desperately hope I can sort this out before something everyone regrets happens. My child may have died, but now, the Nightsisters as a whole were my children,”
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As I have kept this hidden from many, you may now find it of importance. I have been raising powerful, Force proficient Nightsisters for the past two decades. As my children, they became my elite guard. I also signed them into a blood pact to keep them loyal to me, should my daughter's try and turn on me. Vengeance will be mine, Singing Mountain Clan... We're coming for you. My police will keep Dathomir under Sith control...
Age: ??? (Appears somewhere in her late seventies or early eighties.)
Race: Nightsister
Rank: Grand Moff of the Dathomir system
Grethallion is basically, an old witch. Wrinkles cascade down her face, and just about every part of her body. However, as you begin to look at her, you notice that she’s thin, and looks rather frail physically. Grethallion, while frail, makes more than up for this by the use of her powers. However, having channeled so much power and energy over the years takes its toll. Grethallion, while her left cheek has a rather large liver spot, has yellowish bruises around it.
Larger, purplish ones seep into her eye bags, causing her to have to wear glasses to read. But the strangest part is her eyes. Misty, completely creamish colored eyes house themselves. Their whites, pupil, and just veins seem to have disappeared. Grethallion has now, truly mastered the poker face.
Her personality, however, seems to be mildly attractive. Years as a Nightsister has made her hardy and cunning, while years as a Moff has made her sly, discreet, and charismatic. Generally regal and refined, Grethallion silently makes things happen behind the scenes. While not a figurehead herself, she has been known to blackmail, plot, and even physically threaten with her powers to get what she wants and what her people need.
As her people are slowly becoming targeted, Grethallion is becoming more and more defensive and shelled. Not much seems to be able to get her to squeal. The Moff has surrounded herself with wealth and with bodyguards.
Grethallion definitely needs to be watched. She is most definitely not a sweet old lady. That is, unless she gets what she wants.
Force Powers:
Core Powers
Levitation
Force Weapon
Battle Meditation
Force Lightning
Force Valor
Force Suggestion (Affect Mind)
Force Choke
Force Drain
Drain Knowledge
Animal Friendship
Force Crush - To name a few
Lightsaber Forms:
Soresu
Taken Directly from Sanayana's Profile:
The Reaver and the Darkhound, created for Grethallion, leader of the Nightsisters. The Reaver is a huge 5-meter tall predator with hardened razor-sharp shredding claws and keen senses, is possessed of a bloodthirsty hunting rage and a hunter's cunning. The Darkhound is the size of a leopard, has incredibly keen senses, can track Force signatures, can form Force-bonds with its Master/Mistress, is lightning-fast and has venomous jaws.
More Information Taken from Thread:
"These, Lady Grethallion, are the other creations I have to trade. The Reavers are hunters and slayers, pure and simple. Their claws shred durasteel like paper, they can track a foe like a hound, they are resistant to blaster fire and even lightsabers, extremely hard to kill, and they are lightning-fast for their size. Being hermaphroditic, they can also breed you a herd of them, and since they hear the call of the Dark Side and obey the Will of those strong in it, they are a powerful weapon for one such as yourself."
"This is the DarkHound. He is fast, strong, and above all stealthy. You cannot hear him coming, and he takes to the shadows as if they were a part of him. He can track a man a day after he passed, see like a hawk, climb any tree as fast as a man can run on the ground, and his jaws are venomous. Above all though, one who has linked with him through the Force can see through his eyes, hear through his ears, as if you are there yourself. The perfect spy."
The Reaver and the Darkhound, created for Grethallion, leader of the Nightsisters. The Reaver is a huge 5-meter tall predator with hardened razor-sharp shredding claws and keen senses, is possessed of a bloodthirsty hunting rage and a hunter's cunning. The Darkhound is the size of a leopard, has incredibly keen senses, can track Force signatures, can form Force-bonds with its Master/Mistress, is lightning-fast and has venomous jaws.
More Information Taken from Thread:
"These, Lady Grethallion, are the other creations I have to trade. The Reavers are hunters and slayers, pure and simple. Their claws shred durasteel like paper, they can track a foe like a hound, they are resistant to blaster fire and even lightsabers, extremely hard to kill, and they are lightning-fast for their size. Being hermaphroditic, they can also breed you a herd of them, and since they hear the call of the Dark Side and obey the Will of those strong in it, they are a powerful weapon for one such as yourself."
"This is the DarkHound. He is fast, strong, and above all stealthy. You cannot hear him coming, and he takes to the shadows as if they were a part of him. He can track a man a day after he passed, see like a hawk, climb any tree as fast as a man can run on the ground, and his jaws are venomous. Above all though, one who has linked with him through the Force can see through his eyes, hear through his ears, as if you are there yourself. The perfect spy."
Role Plays:
Maiden Voyage of the Black Rose
Hunters and Witches
For a Better Future Part 2
A Stranger Comes Bearing Gifts
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