Morath Keln
Nightbrother · Force Adept · Level 1
Identity
Ability scores
Saving throws
Skills
Weapons
| Name | Attack | Damage | Range |
|---|---|---|---|
| ●Short Sword | +4 | 1d6 +1 Slashing, Piercing | 5 ft |
| ●Unarmed Strike | +3 | 1 +1 bludgeoning | — |
Force powers
- Energy Absorption I
- Force Push
- Force Pull
Languages
Inventory
- Short Sword · 1.5 kg
- Medpac I · 0.5 kg
Backstory
Morath Keln was born into the brutal hierarchy of the Nightbrothers on Dathomir, a world steeped in dark side energies and ancient Dathomirian sorcery stretching back tens of thousands of years. The Nightbrothers served as warriors and servants to the Nightsisters, and Morath's early life was defined by suffering, endurance, and competition. Smaller than most of his kin, he compensated with speed and an uncanny sensitivity to the Force that the Nightsisters occasionally noted with cold, calculating interest — though never with warmth. At twenty-two, Morath was selected alongside four others from his village cohort to serve as escorts during a rare diplomatic exchange between a Nightsister elder and a traveling Jedi Watchman who had come to Dathomir investigating rumors of growing dark side disturbances in the Outer Rim. The meeting turned violent when a rival Nightsister clan ambushed the party in the Singing Mountain passes. In the chaos, Morath froze. One moment of hesitation — one breath held too long — and the young Jedi Padawan accompanying the Watchman was struck down before Morath could intervene. The Watchman survived. Morath survived. The Padawan did not. The Jedi Watchman never blamed him openly. That silence was worse than any condemnation. Morath was cast out of his village cohort shortly after, deemed unreliable by the Nightsister elder whose protection had nearly collapsed. Stripped of standing, he wandered Dathomir's hostile wetlands for months, surviving on instinct, learning to feel the Force not as something taught to him but as something dragged out of him by desperation. He discovered he could absorb punishment that should have killed him, redirect it outward through sheer will, and pull objects toward himself with focused intent — raw, untrained, but undeniably real. Eventually, a travelling Ithorian archivist passing through the Dathomir system recognized the young Nightbrother's Force sensitivity and arranged passage off-world. He speaks Paecian still in his dreams, always the same phrase: the Padawan's name, which he never learned. He moves through the galaxy now like a man trying to outrun a shadow, seeking any chance to prove that when the moment comes again, he will not freeze.
Roleplaying notes
- Your Force Push and Force Pull should feel labored and visceral, never effortless, so describe the effort physically, gritting your teeth or bracing your feet before channeling power. - Morath trusts his body before his reasoning — lean into acting on gut feeling and surviving consequences rather than planning ahead, and let your Insight skill surface as an emotional read on people rather than logical deduction. - Before entering any dangerous situation, Morath runs his thumb along the worn grip of his short sword — a grounding habit that centers him and wards off the memory of the Singing Mountain passes; use this as a visible tell that signals he is steeling himself. - Morath keeps allies at arm's length until they demonstrate they will not flinch when things go wrong, reflecting both Nightbrother cultural self-reliance and his personal betrayal by his own hesitation; he respects action over words.