Female Miraluka Force Adept 5; Init +2; Defense 15 (+5 class bonus);
Spd 10m; VP/WP 32/13; Atk +3 melee (1d6, quarterstaff); SQ Force Weapon +1d8;
SV Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +8; SZ M; FP 5; DSP 8; Rep +1; Str 10, Dex 11, Con
13, Int 17, Wis 18, Cha 14.
Equipment: Quarterstaff, Blaster Pistol, Blast Helmet /w Vest, Knife, Stun Baton, Lightsaber, Credit Stick with 5910 credits.
Skills: Climb +2, Computer Use +5, Handle Animal +4, Intimidate +6, Jump +3, Knowledge (Wilderness) +7, Knowledge (Dathomir) +6, Sense Motive +6, Spot +9, Survival +6, Swim +3, Treat Injury +7.
Force Skills: Empathy +8, Fear +6, Force Defense +4, Force Grip +6, Force Lightning +11, Friendship +5, Heal Another +6, Heal Self +6, Move Object +11, See Force +8, Telepathy +6.
Feats: Alertness, Force-Sensitive, Weapon Group (blaster pistols, primitive, simple weapons).
Force Feats: Alter, Attuned, Control, Sense
History: While from the planet Dathomir, one would never suspect this congenial soul live in such darkness. Quick to smile, Damaya's Light Side was seen as a weakness. While other females in the clan were preaching attacks on the males in the Clan, Damaya could be found communing with the nature surrounding her. She soon found herself the target of her peers, coming home bruised and bloody. Unable to relate to the evil that immersed her family, her mother Silvana Ki and her fellow Nightsisters. Her mother felt a quest was in order. Only through exposure to the outside worlds would her only child see that her family's way was correct. Evil abunded everywhere and acceptance of the Dark Side meant infinite power. Her place was to be with the Nightsisters, where her skills in the force would flourish.
Physical Description: Tall and Sillowy, she appears to be a cantina dancer at first glance. Her pale face brightens as a smile forms. She'll glide across the room, her auburn hair flowing over her left shoulder, but something is amiss. Glancing closer one will see no eyes, merely a violet scarf covering the spot where they should be.
Personality: Innocent, but it does not make her naive. that silvery laugh is tinged with a darkness you would never understand. Her mood can switch like a flip of a coin. She'll save you but piss her off and those slender fingers will burn your flesh and crisp your hair.
GM NOTE: Damaya accepted a mission that took her to the vile seeds of her past where she came face to face with her mother Silvana Ki and the Nightsisters that tortured her in the past. Her male companions were taken captive while she received Nightsister training at the hands of her mother. Her lessons were long and brutal but in the end Damaya embraced the Dark Side that she long ran from. The Freedom overwhelmed her, and though she continued to check on her captive companions. A darker side of her began to anticipate her mother's lessons in Shadow Magic. She was to become the next Dark Force Witch of the Tribe....a position only a few Nightsister's live to keep as the elite of their clan and the highest as War Chief. As she plotted her mother's death with each wince of pain, she spun a web of lies. Lies to her fellow witches about her companions escape tactics, which she knew full well, Lies to her companions that she didn't know where their equipment was....especially Alec's lightsaber as she now carried as her own...and finally a tangled web where she continued to gain even more instruction to become what she once ran from until such a time she surpassed all that her mother dreamed....and after that...well...I guess we shall see....