#catariah

For now they all seem to be from Ravnica, but they might not be in the future.

SYLVYNNA

Zombie Elf (LICH) GB. True Neutral

Magic speciality: Necromancy

Home Plane: Ravnica

First Planeswalk: Dominaria (Urborg)

Sylvynna was an elf born in the Decamillinium, the ten thousand year time under the original guildpact. Born to the Golgari, she sparked in a struggle between noble houses. Finding herself in a strange new place, unable to return home due to the isolating powers of the Guildpact. In her travels, she never forgot her home, always longing to return.

In her travels, her proclivity for the magics of unlife she had cultivated in her youth, honoring the cycles of life and death in the tradition of the Golgari. 

With the dissolution of the original guildpact, Sylvynna has reutrned to Ravnica, unfamiliar to her home as she is to it, now a lich. 

CATARIAH

Human (Warlock) UB, Neutral Evil

Magic speciality: Alchemy

Home Plane: Ravnica

First Planeswalk: Innistrad (Nephalia)

Catariah was born to the Orzhov, and as an adult she found herself as one of their most brutal enforcers, transmuting the corpses of her debtors into piles of coins. Though she always felt distant from her guild, not ascribing to their philosophies.

When Bolas invaded with his army of eternals, her spark ignited, though she was unable to leave the plane. Despite this, she saw another world, one with a silver moon and heard a voice. “COME TO ME.” 

When the events of War of the Spark concluded, she found her way to Innistrad, where she learned of an extraplanar being trapped in the moon. Seeking to improve her alchemical prowess, she committed to learning all she could from those in Nephalia and elsewhere, even opening herself to the influence of Emrakul to further aid in her abilities, at the cost of seeking to find away to free this being from the moon.

PYTHAS

Loxodon (Bard) GW, Chaotic Good

Magical speciality: strength boosting

Home Plane: Ravnica

First Planeswalk: Theros

Pythas was born  to the Selesnya, though when he reached maturity, he quickly found he didn’t fit in and set out on his own, as his compatriots found him crass and rude. 

Not seeking to disrupt the civility, he found his way to Tin Street, performing at various inns and taverns, picking up the abililty to play several instruments and sing as well as weave stories.

In a brawl that broke out, he sought shelter behind the bar, sending waves of magic rolling through the tavern to try and protect himself, but in his fear he wove spells of might rather than calm, leading to him almost being crushed by a thrown cask of ale, were it not for the spark. He found himself in a world of Myth, on Theros.

Here, his magic flourished, allowing for even greater feats. His mastered his trade, vowing to never make the same mistake again. Now with a word, he can make a foe drop their weapon, or an ally strong enough to wrestle even a hydra.