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| |type = Mercenary | | |order = Sith |
| |image=[[File:Ophelia.jpg|250px]] | | |image=[[File:Ophiespawn.jpeg|250px]] |
| |name=Ophelia Delacroix | | |firstname=Ophelia |
| |homeworld=[[starwars:Mandalore|Mandalore]] | | |lastname =Delacroix |
| |birth=26 BBY (Age 65,Appears 37) | | |homeworld=[[starwars:Tatooine|Tatooine]] |
| |death=36 ABY (Rebirth: 36 ABY) | | |birth= 68 BBY (Age: 102) |
| |species=[[starwars:Mandalorian|Mandalorian]] | | |death=N/A |
| | |species=*[[starwars:Sephi|Sephi]] |
| | *[[starwars:Sithspawn|Sithspawn]] |
| |gender=Female | | |gender=Female |
| |hair=Multi-Coloured | | |hair=Black |
| |eyes=Blue | | |eyes=Colourless |
| |height=1.70 Meters | | |height=1.86 Meters |
| |weight=104.78 Kgs | | |weight=104.78 Kgs |
| |cybernetics=Majority of Left Side, Including Face | | |cybernetics=None |
| |allies=*[[Dark Jedi Brotherhood]] | | |allies=*[[Dark Jedi Brotherhood]] |
| | *[[Tasha%27Vel_Versea|Tasha`Vel Versea]] |
| | *[[Bentre_Stahoes|Bentre Stahoes]] |
| | *[[Taranae_Rhode|Taranae Rhode]] |
| *[[Dark Council]] | | *[[Dark Council]] |
| *[[Clan Tarentum]] | | *[[Clan Naga Sadow]] |
| *[[House Mortis]] | | *[[House_Marka_Ragnos|House Marka Ragnos]] |
| |enemies=*[[starwars:New_Jedi_Order|The New Jedi Order]] | | |enemies=*[[starwars:New_Jedi_Order|The New Jedi Order]] |
| |fightingstyle=*[[Teras Kasi]] | | |saber=*Red - Saberstaff |
| *[[Stava]] | | *Silver - Single |
| |profession=*[[starwars:Mercenary|Mercenary]] | | |weapons=*Tusken Cycler Rifle |
| |position=*None | | |form=*[[Juyo]] |
| | |fightingstyle=*None |
| | |profession=*[[starwars:Jedi_hunter|Jedi Hunter]] |
| | |position=*Aedile of House Marka Ragnos |
| |era=*[[Rebellion Era]] | | |era=*[[Rebellion Era]] |
| *[[New Republic Era]] | | *[[New Republic Era]] |
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| *[[Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era]] | | *[[Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era]] |
| |affiliation=*[[Dark Jedi Brotherhood]] | | |affiliation=*[[Dark Jedi Brotherhood]] |
| *[[Clan Tarentum]] | | *[[Clan Naga Sadow]] |
| *[[House Mortis]] | | *[[House_Marka_Ragnos|House Marka Ragnos]] |
| | *[[starwars:Tusken_Raiders|Tusken Raiders]] |
| |masters=*[[Etah_d%27Tana|Etah d'Tana]] | | |masters=*[[Etah_d%27Tana|Etah d'Tana]] |
| |apprentices=*[[Kythar Jakan]] | | |apprentices=*Kythar Jakan |
| |dossier=*[[dossier:8106|8106]] | | |dossier=*[[dossier:8106|8106]] |
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| Ophelia is a Mandalorian, a Member of the Death Watch and a Mercenary of Clan Tarentum and currently serving within House Mortis and the Battleteam Order of the Trident. She is mad with advanced cybernetic replacements, cold, brutal and efficient she gets the job done without a care for who or what gets in her way. | | Ophelia Delacroix is Sithspawn currently working with Clan Naga Sadow and currently serving as House Marka Ragnos's Aedile. Cold, brutal and efficient she gets the job done without a care for who or what gets in her way. |
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| == Character History == | | == Character History == |
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| === Early Life and the Death Watch === | | === Early Life === |
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| Born, as most are, Ophelia made her way into the world upon Mandalore and was raised as most children are with love, affection and a blaster in her hand. Her father was a warrior who served within the Mandalorian army during the time of the Clone wars. Her mother was herself trained in the art of war but had retired a year or so before Ophelia’s birth in order to ready herself and husband for the raising of her family and the next generation of Mandalorians.
| | Ophelia was born on a ship traveling from one planet to another. Her father was an anthropologist and just loved getting involved with other civilisations and species. They made it to Tatooine where her father hoped to learn as much as he could about the Tusken people and their way of life. It took well over a year before he managed to even get a contact with one via a Jawa friend. From there it took another before he was able to meet with the Tuskens on neutral ground and a further 6 months before he was considered safe enough to visit their village and by this time bring his family along. Ophelia found it fascinating at such a young child and though wary she would often run around the camp with the Tusken children playing games and generally getting up to mischief whenever her father was away or busy. |
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| Unbeknownst to her mother, however, her Father had been working with the rebel Mandalorian group the Death watch and was secretly feeding them back information that allowed Death watch to hit strategic targets against the True Mandalorians and those they deemed enemies. When Ophelia was in her sixth year her father’s treachery was discovered and a domestic assault took place resulting in the death of her mother and her being taken away by her father to the folds of the Death Watch and the upbringing that brought with it. She hated her father for what he had done for many years but after time, she allowed that hatred to meet with the doctrines of the Death Watch and allowed herself to grow into a troubled and fucked up young adult.
| | Tragedy struck one evening however when the hunting party her parents went out with never came back. Soon one or two members of it returned bloody and beaten and it turned out they had stumbled upon a canyon Krayt Dragon unprepared and paid the cost. Ophelia’s parents were missing presumed dead and without another word the young orphan was taken inside by one of the women and her partner and she was adopted. She didn’t quite understand why and never truly has. Perhaps they felt guilt for the loss of her parents as it happened under their watch and protection but she never hated them for what happened. Her life was to change drastically. |
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| By her eighteen birthday and with the blessing of her Clan she was permitted to temporarily leave them to join the Imperial Academy where she would put her skills to the test and earn her place in the galaxy during the Galactic civil war and forge herself in the fires of combat.
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| === Imperial Service ===
| | As she matured she was cast with the woman and children but over time, this changed as her latent Force powers began to develop. Soon she was taken to the side by the tribal elder and it was here she began to demand she be allowed to fight alongside the men. She was outpacing most in feats of physical activity and after a while they relented. She was sent out on a trial hunt to which she excelled and from there she was granted permission to hunt and raid alongside the men. |
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| During her time in the Imperials, her skills were noted and she was sub-sequentially moved to train as a member of the Imperial Security Bureau. Her loyalty to the cause, ruthlessness in her pursuits and ability to get shit done set her up as a prime candidate and she left the academy as a proud member of ISB. During her service to the Empire, she met an old war veteran by the name of Etah D’Tana and formed a bond with him learning as much as she could from him whilst also carrying out her duties to the Empire and protecting from internal threats alongside members of the Storm Corps. She once had the honour and privilege of working alongside the 501st and seeing Darth Vader in person as he walked past, but there was something about him that set her on edge that made her hunger be more than she was. She knew she would never rise to the level of power he held due to his mastery of the Force but she also knew she had other talents which she would use to set her apart and she would often put in requests to take part in missions to hunt down and exterminate any mention of found Jedi, however, each request was denied and she was assigned to other tasks.
| | [[File:OpheliaTK.jpeg|thumb|left|400px|The Hunt.]] |
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| This only made her hunger grow and she worked harder than ever to achieve more and more. As the years passed she found herself elevated in ranks and soon found herself at the rank of Major and in command of a small team though again even with her new position she was still denied missions that allowed her to take part in Jedi hunts. Her only solace was the training Etah passed onto her which allowed her to grow in her martial skills and her brutality became near legendary to all those that served under her that by the time she was moved onto a new station she became known as the Ice Queen.
| | Her greatest achievement was a Krayt hunt. A full party gathered to face it and though some fell and Ophelia herself was severely wounded they felled the creature and she was able to claim her prize. The pearl of the Dragon. An item she still holds onto till this day. |
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| She soon found herself more and more isolated from her colleagues and whispers and rumours would follow her. More often than not she found herself in the training ranges where one day she accidentally interrupted a training drill of new Flame troopers curious she approached and requested permission to use one of the flamethrowers at hand. The drill instructor agreed straight away more for fear of her wrath than anything else and she soon found herself caressing the loving warmth of the flamer as streams of fire lapped away in front of her. Satisfied but not forgetting she left the training area but would return several more times to play with her new toys. | | She spent decades and years with the Tuskens. It got to the point she was unable to distinguish herself from the tribe and realised against all odds she was one. Though not of their blood by birth she was no less pure Tusken raider and they were her family and her home. They treated her like an equal to some extent even though her physiology had her age slower than them due to her Sephi heritage. |
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| In 4ABY, disillusioned with the Empire after its defeat at the hands of the rebellion at Yavin, she was approached by Etah and offered a place amongst his new group calling themselves the Werewolves. A curious name to her as she had never heard of such creatures but fed up of getting nowhere and the current stagnation and the beginning of the Imperial Forces being scattered she readily agreed and within hours had slipped away from Coruscant.
| | Life was good and though the galactic civil war didn’t affect her tribe she was able to see some of the after effects of it. New traders passed through telling tales and though she downright refused to speak anything other than Tusken she soon learned stories of heroes and whispers of people who seemed magical. One day a woman came to the tribal camp covered in strange tattoos. She killed one of the warriors and as Ophelia moved in, boosted by her untrained abilities she too fell. She was not slain as she thought she would be but was instead taken from her tribe and forced to endure a new kind of torment. This woman, as she explained it, represented an organisation named the One Sith and she wanted the Tusken to assist them. Ophelia just wanted to go home and refused but after enough torment, she finally broke and relented. |
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| === Imperial Werewolves Era ===
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| === Death Watch Era ===
| | She trained under her new masters learning not just how to bolster her own combat skills with a range of new weapons but also how to combat force users and how to effectively take down those that stood against her. Her reputation grew enough that she was once challenged by a Sith who saw himself above her, they fought in front of a crowd of onlookers and the fight ended when Ophelia's saber removing his head from his shoulders. As body collapsed there was a stunned silence from her unit and then she was approached by the Sith's master. She was sure she about to be killed for her actions but instead she was elevated, and in honour of her skill she was marked with the markings of the One Sith. |
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| After the disbanding of the Werewolves, she went home, or as close as home as she could get and returned to her clan and the embrace of the Death Watch. Not exactly welcomed with open arms she soon learned of her father’s death and that given he was not there to vouch for her she was to earn her place within them again. Content to do just that she began partaking in raiding missions where she was given a simple blaster and limited armour to proof she had what it took to adhere to the way of the Mandalorians and hadn’t been too corrupted by the Empires weakness. Within a year, she had made a name for herself again and was finally allowed to bear full arms. Though the Death Watch was in major decline they still were hated by those claiming to be True Mandalorians and more often than not they would find themselves operating less like the Death Watch once was and more like underworld thugs taking jobs for the highest paying clients something which began to Irk and annoy Ophelia as she had returned to their fold to be a warrior, not someone’s patsy and grunt.
| | Her downfall came on the planet Bosthirda, Xlopora City where she came upon the tents of a madman. Slaves were suspended in cages or being dissected on tables and as she approached she saw the Arconan sorcerer with the white hair look up and over his shoulder. He turned and chuckled before hurling lightning at her, striking her in the chest and sending her tumbling. She charged in and a fierce battle commenced against the Arkanian which ultimately saw him fall but not before she stumbled, wounded, and fell into a table covered in liquids and acids. As the liquids began to eat away at her she screamed in agony until her throat ran dry and no sound escaped her, then the world went black. |
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| Issues arose when annoyed at being underpaid Ophelia grabbed a blaster rifle from one of the client’s guards and beat him to death with it forcing her comrades to gun down the client and his remaining guards less Ophelia be slain. She was reprimanded and informed that any further issues would result in her expulsion and her name dishonoured for all time to come. Pissed off but not stupid Ophelia relented and apologised but not before realising there was nothing left of what she once stood for and she had truly become just another underworld thug for hire.
| | She awoke some days later in a med lab. She attempted to sit up but found one of her arms and legs were missing, as well as apparently most of her left side. She tried to turn but found herself hooked to a serious of life support machines. She was damp and noticed to her right a bacta tank sat upright. Confused she tried to call out but found her voice had deserted her. Soon a man walked in and introduced himself as Montresor, the Dead Lord of Clan Plagueis one of the clans she had in fact been fighting in the wars. He explained they had no real love for the people she had killed but knew of her talents and if she was willing would enjoy having her on board. The other option was death which in truth she had no wish to experience it after the recent agony she had endured. She agreed and swore her oath and found when the words finally left her mouth she meant them. |
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| Her big break came in 35 ABY where she received a mysterious job that required her skills and yet had not come from any known associates. Curious she set out on her own to discover what was needed and soon found herself embroiled in a plot which tested every part of her metal, being and self-preservation. She had found herself thrust into the machinations of the Sith and not just any Sith but those of Clan Tarentum, the Clan of Death.
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| The mission she was a part of was a success and for her work, she was offered a rather large sum of credits, more than she had seen in a lifetime even when working for the Imperials and she knew she could retire and simply live out her life till she expired but she refused. She requested something more and was surprised to find her request granted and she thus became an associate of the Sith Clan and served within its military forces as a gun for hire proving herself on multiple occasions and soon even becoming reunited with Etah. Her skills were tested, she even once partook in a mission to hunt a Jedi which ended in a success and she found she wanted more and more. With the money, she earned she picked up weapons and armour she never thought she could lay her hands on and even went as far as acquiring a flamethrower to use as her primary weapon.
| | She was fitted then after with custom made cybernetics that enabled her to return to full functionality. She felt less than human but more akin to the monsters and droids she had worked with. Over time, she began altering them to her specifications and preference. They were covered in ancient scripts, clawed hand and foot and made them, even more, terrifying than they were truly meant to be. She refused to have them covered in flesh and instead wore hem proudly as a trophy of her conquest over death. |
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| She became known as Pyro she amused her given her previous nickname of the Ice Queen and found herself bouncing from planet to planet and conflict to conflict when the great Wars occurred and the One Sith started causing chaos but she was always in the background and never quite managed to hit that light which set her apart from the others, never quite managed to be more than just another faceless grunt fighting alongside her Sith masters…and she hated it. | | She was tasked to train new members of the Clan given her previous experience and took to it with great skill helping to form the Disciples of Dreypa and discovering someone that would for the first time in years bring a little flutter to her heart. |
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| Then something she never expected happened. She died. An assault upon one of the One Sith’s bases had her in the thick of things clearing rooms with jets of white hot fire, laughing as the enemy soldiers burned alive and sparks flew around her. Upon clearing one room of weak resistance her Commanding Officer, Etah, strolled past her not paying her a second glance. As he neared the other side of the room a shadow dropped down behind him and the familiar click hiss of a lightsaber ignited readily to strike at his back. Ophelia was upon the One Sith in seconds and grabbed him by the back of the head and proceeded to pile drive him down enough to throw him off balance. Angered her aggressor turned upon her and they scuffled in hand to hand combat with the younger fighter gaining the advantage. She managed to get in several good blows and even beat him down to his knees but as he rose she felt a searing pain rush through her midriff as she realised his saber had skewered her however as she fell she grabbed him by the neck and leaned forward and bit, ripping back and feeling the hot gush of blood seep down her throat as she and the enemy collapsed in a pile upon the floor.
| | She worked her ass off and soon found herself the second in command of the Battleteam as Taranae took over. Content to be in the back, for now, Ophelia soon found herself going through some of the items from her past. She put out feelers into the galaxy and soon came upon some old contacts who still lived. So content the Battleteam was in good hands she left the Clan and went home for a while assisting her brethren, then she went her own way and began to explore the galaxy. |
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| She awoke some time later confused, disorientated and a little bewildered to where she was or how he got there. Something didn’t feel right and the room she was in was strange and almost archaic in design. She felt wrong, given that she knew she had just died she didn’t know how else to describe it and as she looked down at her hands she noticed the wrinkles of age had vanished and then she noticed they weren’t her hands. She freaked out and began probing her body with the hands that weren’t hers and found things that didn’t feel right, she looked to her left and found a bowl of water and as she pushed herself off whatever she was sitting on she found her legs give way under her and the world span and she met the floor with a hard thump and darkness consumed her again.
| | Along the way on her journeys, she met Etah d’Tana. He being the only non-Tusken the Dread Lord she trusted she soon found herself drawn to Clan Tarentum in hopes they would enable her to discover more knowledge of what she sought but knowing full well that one day she may have to return to her home and the one who waited. Her time in Tarentum didn't last long as she found herself back in Plagueis and with Tara. |
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| She awoke later in a different room this time in a med bay surrounded by instruments and machines. She took a deep breath and looked down and noticed she still didn’t look right or feel right and then he entered the room. He was…no she forgot his name, but she knew he was one of the elder Tarentum Sith and he sat upon her bed next to her and explained she had been brought back and placed within a new vassal for her to continue serving the clan. She was, in fact, more than what she was giving that she had beaten death, but she was never who she once was and never would be again. It was all too much and something in her head or whoever’s head snapped and from then on the monster that she once was as a child and teenager in the Death Watch resurfaced and she became quite mad.
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| | [[File:Ophie2.jpg|thumb|right|250px|Ophelia before Damnation]] |
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| Things became different about her for one she remembered the sensation of the taste of blood and flesh within her mouth and wanted it again, more…her drive and hunger often found poking at the charred meat of the corpses she engulfed in flame. For another she revelled in the misery and agony she caused as soldiers and enemies ran in search of water or tried to drop and roll as the fires engulfed them. But worse than all that she wasn’t quite exactly skilled as she was in some of the things she once knew well and others she knew better than she ever had and some she had never had before but knew now.
| | It didn’t take long for the woman to begin to resent the ideals of her Clan. With a new set of leaders in place, Ophelia began to notice the changes in attitudes and especially those towards the Non-Force sensitives in the clan, being treated like second class citizens did nothing for her. She had existed alongside her tribe for decades and knew what Non-Force users could do. It was during her travel from the Ascendancy to the Benzayn when it happened. Her mind simply escaped and images, words, noises entered from nowhere and she crumpled to the floor and nightmares flooded her head. |
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| | The course change was automatic when she recovered, something somewhere called to her and abandoning the Clan she had called home before she set out into deep space and there, there she found them. Remains of the One Sith Forces. She wasn't challenged as she passed into the crumpled flotilla that made up their remains of their space worth forces, in fact, she was given the location to Land as soon as she came into range. Curious she followed the designated path and soon found herself face to face with one of the remaining One Sith lords, someone who claimed to be her handler and the time for fun and games was over. |
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| | She was re-indoctrinated into the One Sith ideology. She was remade as a weapon and soon she was unleashed. The Tusken had found her true calling again, death to the Jedi and the destruction of all those that opposed the One Sith. So she returned to Brotherhood space and was immediately captured by agents of the Inquisition working out of Clan Naga Sadow space. They had watched her and tracked her and unsure of her intentions had decided to help her realise exactly where her loyalties lay. She was broken and remade by the Inquisition and was tasked with hunting down any and all undesirables. Something she did not have a problem with or so she thought. |
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| | She met the young Twi'lek Tasha and instantly adored her free spirit. She ensured no harm came to her and in turn, the Twi'lek trusted her more and more. Ophelia refused to give herself into the idea of the light however but instead used her gifts and talents to do certain tasks Tasha would not. For the sake of Sadow and fo the House. |
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| This issue of muddled memories came to the fore when she attempted to use a flamer in the training yard and managed to somehow mix solid and liquid fuel resulting in an explosion which engulfed her and had her almost killed again as the flamed danced across the left side of her body from head to toe. The damaged was so severe and excessive they had to remove the majority of her left side and replace it with cybernetics. She adjusted, she learnt to live with them and use them at times abuse them. She also learnt to care for them herself so she was able to make any minor repairs to them in the field.
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| Over the years, she began building a reputation and ascended to the rank of EQ1 something a Non-force user hadn’t done before within the Clan. She held this honour in high regard and knew it was only going to improve from here on in. That Death followed her and fire licked her boots. A Phoenix reborn from the Inferno’s ashes ready to bring the flames of wrath upon her foes.
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| === Appearance === | | === Appearance === |
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| At first glance Ophelia appears an any normal human would, normal amount of appendages, two legs, two arms, two eyes and whatever else comes with the standard human package. Her hair cascades down her back flowing with multiple colours and it curls down past her right hazel eye and resting just above her chin.
| | Having fallen to the dark Ophelia stands menacing and proud. Adorned in a mixture of armour and Tusken clothing her skin is riddled with scars and what's left of her left side is all but replaced with cybernetics. Blank eyes simply stare ahead and her dark hair cascades over her shoulders. |
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| She holds herself with contempt, her pose threatening and uninviting. An uneasy presence emanates from her and you certainly would not wish to approach her for a hug or any bodily contact at that. Mainly due to the reason she stands different from the main human template.
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| Due to what can only be described as an ‘accident’ the entire left side of Ophelia, leg, arm, side, and parts of her face have been replaced by cybernetic replacements. Going by her nature she has decided to not cover them with synthflesh, in fact, the simple fact she can see the replacements daily drives her anger and contempt and heighten her position within the Brotherhood. The cybernetics are custom made for Ophelia; Ancient script flows across the parts and the hand and foot both end in crafted five claws instead of normal fingers and toes.
| | Upon her right breast, she bears the brand and markings of her Tusken tribe. Tattoo's spiral across her remaining arm and back whilst the Sith brands from her days serving the One Sith litter her face. She stands out and she's aware and when not covered from head to toe, which is rare to see, she will adorn herself in anything that shows off what she has become. |
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| Her dress style is whatever she sees fit. She happily wears anything that will show off her cybernetics as she is well aware of the fear some close-minded mongrels have for those who have undergone cybernetic surgery, be it purposely or not. Though as it stands her current Brotherhood attire generally involves slit dresses, evening gowns, high boots, long gloves and anything else that gives her an air of refinement. Though no matter how much finery you slap on a monster it is still a monster. | | Her armour is light and yet sturdy. It's decorated with tribal markings and interlaced with the ceremonial garbs of the Tusken warriors. Her cybernetics are durasteel grey and run from her face down her left side. Her arm and leg have ben fully replaced and those internal organs affected have primarily been altered with a surgeon's skill to keep her alive. Her fingernails and toes have been replaced with clawed replicas of their organic counterparts. |
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| Fire, fire burns all! She discovered a love for fire and flamers when she was still a member of the ISB and this only heightened as she rejoined the Death Watch and then up with Tarentum before and after her death. She is also competent in explosives, hand to hand and getting things done with her dual blasters as a backup. She's prone to constant movement, using cover to back her up or getting in close and unleashing pain upon those foolish enough to stand against her.
| | Ophelia has a special connection with creatures, so much, in fact, she has befriended one that fights constantly by her side. Together they cut a swathe of destruction across the battlefield, her unbridled fury matched by the primal fury of her bestial companion. They both rip into their foes with devastation and without mercy that it is often hard to tell which one is the real beast. However this comes with a downside as unlike humans she cares deeply for her companion and should it fall her focus is lost which can leave her wide open in combat scenarios, sometimes with deadly consequences. |
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| | Ophelia is a competent saber wielder having been raised to wield a Gaffi stick her progression to the saberstaff was only natural. Due to her people's reputation as fierce warriors and desert raiders, she has learned to adapt her Force powers to enable her to dominate in combat and come out on top. Weaving in her Telekinesis as she fights she has a love for launching her throwing her saber towards her opponent and turning it into a pinwheel of death before recalling it to her hand and launching herself into the battle like a rampaging Krayt Dragon. |
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| Uncaring, cold, brutal. Three words to use Ophelia which wouldn't even begin to describe exactly what she is like. She has dedicated herself to being a weapon, getting the job done and killing as much as she can as she does. She wades into combat like a butcher and comes out dressed head to toe in whatever matter came off the opponent.
| | Due to her upbringing, Ophelia prefers creatures to people and this is evident in her companion creature she travels everywhere with. Not content to go for some domestic pet she chose something as monstrous as her to fight alongside her. Alongside this, she tends to shun much communication with people outwith the tribes unless necessary and instead spends most of her time outside enjoying the moments. She's more than content to feed those who displease her to her pet or at least threaten them with the messy demise. |
| She has a few psychological problems, the main one being her tendency to devour flesh. She also happily sacrifices those under her if they get in her way, as there to her is nothing more important than herself and the mission. Due to the trauma she underwent with the cybernetic replacements, she finds herself less than human now and this enrages her it is, for this reason, she leaves the metal uncovered so as to remind her of the weakness and drive her into greater frenzies.
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| === Strengths === | | === Strengths === |
| | | [[File:OpheliaWB.png|thumb|right|200px|Ophelia's Warbanner representing herself.]] |
| *Strong due to the Cybernetic replacements she is able to inflict serious damage in unarmed combat.
| | *Crack saberstaff duelist |
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| *Loyal. | | *Loyal. |
| *Fierce combatant and trained in fear tactics and the usage of fire. | | *Fierce combatant and trained in intimidation tactics as well as with two saber forms. |
| *Relentless. | | *Relentless. |
| *Brutal taskmaster, but effective leader and trainer.
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| *Cold, cruel and brutal generally keeps her without much companionship. | | *Cold, cruel and brutal generally keeps her without much companionship. |
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| *Left side of her body has been replaced with cybernetic components, including the face. | | *Left side of her body has been replaced with cybernetic components, including the face. |
| *Remains of One Sith markings from the body of her new host. | | *Remains of One Sith markings. |
| *Multicoloured hair. | | *Multicoloured hair. |
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| *Disciples of Dreypa Battle Team Leader. | | *First Ever Disciples of Dreypa Battle Team Leader. |
| *Disciples of Dreypa BT XO | | *Disciples of Dreypa BT XO |
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| | *First Disciples of Dreypa Battle Team Leader. |
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“The Flesh is Weak, The Machine is Tempermental…”
- Ophelia Delacroix 37 ABY
Ophelia Delacroix is Sithspawn currently working with Clan Naga Sadow and currently serving as House Marka Ragnos's Aedile. Cold, brutal and efficient she gets the job done without a care for who or what gets in her way.
Character History
Early Life
Ophelia was born on a ship traveling from one planet to another. Her father was an anthropologist and just loved getting involved with other civilisations and species. They made it to Tatooine where her father hoped to learn as much as he could about the Tusken people and their way of life. It took well over a year before he managed to even get a contact with one via a Jawa friend. From there it took another before he was able to meet with the Tuskens on neutral ground and a further 6 months before he was considered safe enough to visit their village and by this time bring his family along. Ophelia found it fascinating at such a young child and though wary she would often run around the camp with the Tusken children playing games and generally getting up to mischief whenever her father was away or busy.
Tragedy struck one evening however when the hunting party her parents went out with never came back. Soon one or two members of it returned bloody and beaten and it turned out they had stumbled upon a canyon Krayt Dragon unprepared and paid the cost. Ophelia’s parents were missing presumed dead and without another word the young orphan was taken inside by one of the women and her partner and she was adopted. She didn’t quite understand why and never truly has. Perhaps they felt guilt for the loss of her parents as it happened under their watch and protection but she never hated them for what happened. Her life was to change drastically.
Tuskens
As she matured she was cast with the woman and children but over time, this changed as her latent Force powers began to develop. Soon she was taken to the side by the tribal elder and it was here she began to demand she be allowed to fight alongside the men. She was outpacing most in feats of physical activity and after a while they relented. She was sent out on a trial hunt to which she excelled and from there she was granted permission to hunt and raid alongside the men.
The Hunt.
Her greatest achievement was a Krayt hunt. A full party gathered to face it and though some fell and Ophelia herself was severely wounded they felled the creature and she was able to claim her prize. The pearl of the Dragon. An item she still holds onto till this day.
She spent decades and years with the Tuskens. It got to the point she was unable to distinguish herself from the tribe and realised against all odds she was one. Though not of their blood by birth she was no less pure Tusken raider and they were her family and her home. They treated her like an equal to some extent even though her physiology had her age slower than them due to her Sephi heritage.
Life was good and though the galactic civil war didn’t affect her tribe she was able to see some of the after effects of it. New traders passed through telling tales and though she downright refused to speak anything other than Tusken she soon learned stories of heroes and whispers of people who seemed magical. One day a woman came to the tribal camp covered in strange tattoos. She killed one of the warriors and as Ophelia moved in, boosted by her untrained abilities she too fell. She was not slain as she thought she would be but was instead taken from her tribe and forced to endure a new kind of torment. This woman, as she explained it, represented an organisation named the One Sith and she wanted the Tusken to assist them. Ophelia just wanted to go home and refused but after enough torment, she finally broke and relented.
One Sith Era
She trained under her new masters learning not just how to bolster her own combat skills with a range of new weapons but also how to combat force users and how to effectively take down those that stood against her. Her reputation grew enough that she was once challenged by a Sith who saw himself above her, they fought in front of a crowd of onlookers and the fight ended when Ophelia's saber removing his head from his shoulders. As body collapsed there was a stunned silence from her unit and then she was approached by the Sith's master. She was sure she about to be killed for her actions but instead she was elevated, and in honour of her skill she was marked with the markings of the One Sith.
Her downfall came on the planet Bosthirda, Xlopora City where she came upon the tents of a madman. Slaves were suspended in cages or being dissected on tables and as she approached she saw the Arconan sorcerer with the white hair look up and over his shoulder. He turned and chuckled before hurling lightning at her, striking her in the chest and sending her tumbling. She charged in and a fierce battle commenced against the Arkanian which ultimately saw him fall but not before she stumbled, wounded, and fell into a table covered in liquids and acids. As the liquids began to eat away at her she screamed in agony until her throat ran dry and no sound escaped her, then the world went black.
She awoke some days later in a med lab. She attempted to sit up but found one of her arms and legs were missing, as well as apparently most of her left side. She tried to turn but found herself hooked to a serious of life support machines. She was damp and noticed to her right a bacta tank sat upright. Confused she tried to call out but found her voice had deserted her. Soon a man walked in and introduced himself as Montresor, the Dead Lord of Clan Plagueis one of the clans she had in fact been fighting in the wars. He explained they had no real love for the people she had killed but knew of her talents and if she was willing would enjoy having her on board. The other option was death which in truth she had no wish to experience it after the recent agony she had endured. She agreed and swore her oath and found when the words finally left her mouth she meant them.
Clan Plagueis Era
She was fitted then after with custom made cybernetics that enabled her to return to full functionality. She felt less than human but more akin to the monsters and droids she had worked with. Over time, she began altering them to her specifications and preference. They were covered in ancient scripts, clawed hand and foot and made them, even more, terrifying than they were truly meant to be. She refused to have them covered in flesh and instead wore hem proudly as a trophy of her conquest over death.
She was tasked to train new members of the Clan given her previous experience and took to it with great skill helping to form the Disciples of Dreypa and discovering someone that would for the first time in years bring a little flutter to her heart.
She worked her ass off and soon found herself the second in command of the Battleteam as Taranae took over. Content to be in the back, for now, Ophelia soon found herself going through some of the items from her past. She put out feelers into the galaxy and soon came upon some old contacts who still lived. So content the Battleteam was in good hands she left the Clan and went home for a while assisting her brethren, then she went her own way and began to explore the galaxy.
Along the way on her journeys, she met Etah d’Tana. He being the only non-Tusken the Dread Lord she trusted she soon found herself drawn to Clan Tarentum in hopes they would enable her to discover more knowledge of what she sought but knowing full well that one day she may have to return to her home and the one who waited. Her time in Tarentum didn't last long as she found herself back in Plagueis and with Tara.
The Return To Darkness
Ophelia before Damnation
It didn’t take long for the woman to begin to resent the ideals of her Clan. With a new set of leaders in place, Ophelia began to notice the changes in attitudes and especially those towards the Non-Force sensitives in the clan, being treated like second class citizens did nothing for her. She had existed alongside her tribe for decades and knew what Non-Force users could do. It was during her travel from the Ascendancy to the Benzayn when it happened. Her mind simply escaped and images, words, noises entered from nowhere and she crumpled to the floor and nightmares flooded her head.
The course change was automatic when she recovered, something somewhere called to her and abandoning the Clan she had called home before she set out into deep space and there, there she found them. Remains of the One Sith Forces. She wasn't challenged as she passed into the crumpled flotilla that made up their remains of their space worth forces, in fact, she was given the location to Land as soon as she came into range. Curious she followed the designated path and soon found herself face to face with one of the remaining One Sith lords, someone who claimed to be her handler and the time for fun and games was over.
She was re-indoctrinated into the One Sith ideology. She was remade as a weapon and soon she was unleashed. The Tusken had found her true calling again, death to the Jedi and the destruction of all those that opposed the One Sith. So she returned to Brotherhood space and was immediately captured by agents of the Inquisition working out of Clan Naga Sadow space. They had watched her and tracked her and unsure of her intentions had decided to help her realise exactly where her loyalties lay. She was broken and remade by the Inquisition and was tasked with hunting down any and all undesirables. Something she did not have a problem with or so she thought.
She met the young Twi'lek Tasha and instantly adored her free spirit. She ensured no harm came to her and in turn, the Twi'lek trusted her more and more. Ophelia refused to give herself into the idea of the light however but instead used her gifts and talents to do certain tasks Tasha would not. For the sake of Sadow and fo the House.
She would return to Tatooine at times to revisit her old tribe. It was here she adopted a young Tuk'ata pup from the local black market traders and adopted it into her own isolationist family before returning to her clan.
Characteristics
Appearance
Having fallen to the dark Ophelia stands menacing and proud. Adorned in a mixture of armour and Tusken clothing her skin is riddled with scars and what's left of her left side is all but replaced with cybernetics. Blank eyes simply stare ahead and her dark hair cascades over her shoulders.
Ophelia is a pure blood Sephi, her ears are the most obvious give away if they are seen. Her once pale lavender skin has faded to a paler reflection of what it once was and that which is not covered in cybernetics simply exudes the torment of her long years.
Upon her right breast, she bears the brand and markings of her Tusken tribe. Tattoo's spiral across her remaining arm and back whilst the Sith brands from her days serving the One Sith litter her face. She stands out and she's aware and when not covered from head to toe, which is rare to see, she will adorn herself in anything that shows off what she has become.
Her armour is light and yet sturdy. It's decorated with tribal markings and interlaced with the ceremonial garbs of the Tusken warriors. Her cybernetics are durasteel grey and run from her face down her left side. Her arm and leg have ben fully replaced and those internal organs affected have primarily been altered with a surgeon's skill to keep her alive. Her fingernails and toes have been replaced with clawed replicas of their organic counterparts.
Fighting Style
Ophelia has a special connection with creatures, so much, in fact, she has befriended one that fights constantly by her side. Together they cut a swathe of destruction across the battlefield, her unbridled fury matched by the primal fury of her bestial companion. They both rip into their foes with devastation and without mercy that it is often hard to tell which one is the real beast. However this comes with a downside as unlike humans she cares deeply for her companion and should it fall her focus is lost which can leave her wide open in combat scenarios, sometimes with deadly consequences.
Ophelia is a competent saber wielder having been raised to wield a Gaffi stick her progression to the saberstaff was only natural. Due to her people's reputation as fierce warriors and desert raiders, she has learned to adapt her Force powers to enable her to dominate in combat and come out on top. Weaving in her Telekinesis as she fights she has a love for launching her throwing her saber towards her opponent and turning it into a pinwheel of death before recalling it to her hand and launching herself into the battle like a rampaging Krayt Dragon.
She refuses to surrender and will fight to the death before giving in and causing her tribe dishonour.
Personality
Due to her upbringing, Ophelia prefers creatures to people and this is evident in her companion creature she travels everywhere with. Not content to go for some domestic pet she chose something as monstrous as her to fight alongside her. Alongside this, she tends to shun much communication with people outwith the tribes unless necessary and instead spends most of her time outside enjoying the moments. She's more than content to feed those who displease her to her pet or at least threaten them with the messy demise.
Though the bond with her pet is a great one it does lend itself to making her not as socially adept with other sentient species and causes her to come across abrupt and rude, even if she is not meaning too.
Ophelia was part of a hunting party that took down a Krayt dragon where she witnessed first hand the devastation the great beast caused. She aims to emulate the beasts strength and will. Attacking things head on wherever it's in combat or in a social situation, never backing down and defending herself from anyone who tries to harm her. She comes across as feral, more feral than most Tuskens are viewed as, and aggressive and is not afraid to get stuck in if the need calls for it.
This can put her at odds on peaceful missions as she will not tolerate weakness in others or herself and will always attempt to push for a conflict resolution if even the slightest hint of weakness appears.
Strengths
Ophelia's Warbanner representing herself.
- Crack saberstaff duelist
- Loyal.
- Fierce combatant and trained in intimidation tactics as well as with two saber forms.
- Relentless.
Impediments
- Psychological Problems.
- Cold, cruel and brutal generally keeps her without much companionship.
- Willingness to throw the lives of others away without a second thought.
- Lightning attacks, or any electrical attacks can short circuit her cybernetics, but she loves the pain it makes her feel alive.
Distinguishing Marks
- Left side of her body has been replaced with cybernetic components, including the face.
- Remains of One Sith markings.
- Multicoloured hair.
Positions Held
- First Ever Disciples of Dreypa Battle Team Leader.
- Disciples of Dreypa BT XO
Outstanding Achievements
- First Disciples of Dreypa Battle Team Leader.
- Second Disciples of Dreypa BT XO
- Assisted in the creation of the Apostles of Syn Battle Team.