"Where there was at first nothingness, creation followed, and with creation came destruction. The cycle of balance was broken, for the architects wished their wonderous designs to persist longer, they wished to preserve their own lives, and thus damned their antithesis to everlasting hunger. Though NOTHING... IT can't remain locked forever..."
-The writings of a madman.

Race: Corrupted Void Elf
Height: Average
Physique: Feminine, Lithe, Graceful
Skin: Pale-blue, Soft, and slightly cold to the touch
Hair : Black, Messy
Facial Features: Feminine, Sharp
Eyes: Big, deeply purple irises with dancing shadows inside them
Hands and Feet:  Delicate, Effeminate
Chest:  Small, Perky
Waist: Narrow
Butt: Toned, Round
Tattoos: Intricate and mystical markings that give off a slight pink glow.
Special Features : Four very sensitive, luminescent tendrils that come out from the back of the scalp, hidden under the hair ;  Two glowing, demonic horns ; Clawed demonic nails ; A long, black wolf's tail
Voice: Feminine, Sharp
Sexuality: BI curious
Sex: Male

Finding herself being ripped away from her home word, Morrianna was plunged into dark and frigid waters that surrounded the isles, only to found hungering by a fishing boat that had drifted off course. When the boat arrived at Sinfar, the fishermen were reduced to blabbering fools with empty gazes, and hooded, dark silhouette was seen making it's way into the alleys...

Hungry, cold, confused, angry and with her magic barely working while she studies the new weave that surrounds her, Morrianna must find what summoned her here and ultimately find a way back home.

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Powers:
Old Witch Blood: Old and pure witch blood, preserved trough generations, flows through her veins, it has a distinctly black colour when spilled, and gives her the ability to interact with It's corruption.
Draining Touch: The outer half of Morrianna's left hand was blown off and is now remade from pure dark corruption, becoming twisted and vile. This gives her the ability to drain energy she touches. The consumption of magic is extremely pleasurable and addicting but it also feeds the entities inside her. Overindulgence may lead to her powers becoming chaotic.
The Dark Souls: Morrianna can wield and use the powers of the corrupted artefacts that link to her empty soul without being instantly consumed by them. But their powers are their own, and for her to be able to wield them she needs to feed and keep a good relationship with the twisted beings inside them - lest they will turn against her.

Weaknesses:
Empty soul: Morrianna has no real magic of her own. In order to cast spells and use the artefacts she constantly needs to feed upon energies, filling up her ever dwindling supply. Powerful spells or prolonged periods will leave her empty, turning her into nothing more than a mindless,  hungering beast, desperate for any drop of magical sustenance.
Mana Addict: Morrianna has become addicted to feeding upon mana, making her wishing to indulge in the rush every chance she gets.
One With The Corruption: Certain curses or transformations may be consumed by the darkness inside her, making them nearly impossible to remove.
Child of Darkness:  Increasingly Ann would feel discomfort in brighter light, almost as if it was weakening her. Shadows and darkness feeling like comfort where the light felt oppressive. Additionally she would increasingly find herself growing frustrated at the sounds of laughter or chatter or other merriment form anyone she would consider unworthy.

The Souls of the Corrupted:
Tenebrosity Made Corporeal:
Once this ring belonged to a man who gave everything away for the promise of true power... And he succeeded, mastering the control over shadow, being able to breathe life into it and mold it into a hungering being that will do his bidding. Now he remains, wishing to cull the world from weakness and shape it to his image.
Immured Sin:
Some never find their true calling, happiness and calm. This was one such being, a being that indulged in everything excessively, no matter if it was death, lust, pleasure or pain... In the process this being lost it's own mind and it's form, becoming an amorphous puddle of ever-shifting, dark, corrupted sludge that could take any form suited for it's unending lustful hunger for more...
The Oppugnant Twins:
One soul, sharing two bodies, one great gift, being torn apart. Two seers, both able to feel the truths and the lies inside others, both cursed to feel the opposite of the other - their advice ever contradicting, their voices ever maddeningly bickering...

(Still a WIP ; Player is new to Sinfar and NWN ; Tell friendly ; Server rules + No Scat, No Vomit - Otherwise consider me very open to everything else with the right partner. )