Ophelia Delacroix

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Ophelia "Typhon" Delacroix d'Tana
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Kuat
Date of Birth:	2 ABY (Age: 37)
Date of Death:	N/A
Physical Description
Species:	Human
Gender:	Female
Height:	1.70 Meters
Weight:	104.78 Kgs
Hair:	Multi-Coloured
Eyes:	Blue
Personal Information
Allies:	Dark Jedi Brotherhood Taranae Rhode Dark Council Clan Plagueis House Ajunta Pall
Enemies:	The New Jedi Order
Lightsaber Color(s):	Red
Lightsaber Form(s):	Juyo
Fighting Style(s):	N/A
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:	Sith Alchemist
Position:	None
Era(s):	Rebellion Era New Republic Era New Jedi Order Era Legacy Era Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era
Affiliation:	Dark Jedi Brotherhood Clan Plagueis House Ajunta Pall
Known masters:	Etah d'Tana
Known apprentices:	Kythar Jakan
Dossier:	8106
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“The Flesh is Weak, The Machine is Tempermental…”

- Ophelia Delacroix 37 ABY

Once known as Ophelia Delacroix, Typhon d'Tana is a Teachweaver and Sith Alchemist of Clan Plagueis and currently serving within House Ajunta Pall. She is mad, covered with advanced cybernetic replacements, 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, as oddly most are, into an uncaring and cruel family. From a small child, she was beaten, abused and at times locked away where no one would see her as she was deemed an embarrassment to her well to do parents. When she cried she was beaten, when she was hungry she was fed scraps and to all intents and purposes she didn’t exist. Her only friend was the family’s protocol droid that would take care of her better than her parents did, though sadly only when they left the house.

She would spend hours as she grew with the droid and soon learned she had a knack at fixing any troubles that arose with him and even once or twice upgrades some of his old out of date parts. Given, however, how her parents were as soon as they found out the droid had been taking care of their daughter they had him scrapped and as this was considered the last straw they had Ophelia kicked out of the house and sold to a passing merchant who, taking pity on the dishevelled and bruised girl adopted her as his own.

They spent five years together before he succumbed to a terminal illness and alone once more Ophelia turned to a traveling circus which seeing her talents with the circus’s droids and at times animals took her on board to help keep things running. Her talents with machinery broadened and her love for animals began to progress with it until finally she was, at the age of thirteen, assisting in the shows. Her affinity was so great that it seemed unnatural and even attracted the attention of a passing Jedi and his apprentice who had taken the time out to watch the shows while awaiting their shuttle departure.

Unhappy to see her go but more than happy for her new family bid her farewell and Ophelia headed off into the unknown with the Jedi to be trained as a Padawan in the ways of the force.

New Jedi Order

Her training was tough, rigorous and thrilling. She was able to do things she never knew she could and was never browbeaten or told no simply because it didn’t seem the proper thing to do. She easily made friends with the local fauna and the academy’s droids however not so easily with the other students. As time went on she became more of a recluse than anything and even though after time she achieved the rank of Knight she had no friends and even had issues with her master. Everything was ok though until a boy around the same age as she felt it was his mission to intrude into her space, began harassing her and even went as far as to enter her chambers.

Memories flooded her mind and she snapped and her lightsaber struck out beheading him in one fell swoop. Panicked she fled the academy and taking one of the ships made her way out into the galaxy and into hiding. She realised that as she travelled through hyperspace she didn’t panic because she killed the boy but because she enjoyed the sensation. She knew in her head she would be hunted for what she did so she disappeared into the one place she had been to before and that she knew she could vanish into, Nar Shaddaa.

Nar Shaddaa

She became an enforcer for a local gang and used her talents as a tech expert to assist them in doing what needed to be done. She hid her lightsabre away and refused to actively use her talents unless she was alone. She progressed quickly in the gang and when the leader was slain soon found herself in charge. She enjoyed it, the thrill of it. She enjoyed having other people’s lives in her hands and being able to toy with them. She realised she had something she had never truly had before and that was control.

The gang became ruthless and soon she found herself cloaked and robed like her Academy days and stalking the dark bringing death to her enemies. Rumours began to circulate of a Jedi stalking the underworld bringing death to the undesirables, it caused fear and she soon found she enjoyed that too.

It all went downhill however when her master arrived searching for her. It hadn’t taken him long to track her down given they had somewhat of a special bond. As he cornered her in her lair he attempted to plead for her to stop this foolish nonsense and return with him to the academy and then he tried to approach and as she backed away she heard the snap-hiss of a lightsabre, a groan of pain and something hit the floor. As she looked back up a masked woman approached her, red sabre in her hand and the body of Ophelia’s master slumped upon the ground. She introduced herself as a member of an organisation known as The One Sith and they were recruiting those with the potential to bring about a new age. One of power where those at the top ruled those who had nothing…something Ophelia was very used to being. She agreed easily and only stopping to liberate her master’s lightsaber she left the moon behind.

One Sith Era

She trained under her new master who began teaching her Sith Alchemy and helped Ophelia with her talents with machines and beasts. Ophelia soon found she was able to perform Macha-Deru with ease and over time bolstered these skills and others that would allow her to be a nightmare when faced. She learnt force powers of the mind, that could shatter and break the will of the weak and demoralise entire battalions of the enemy. Force lightning sparked from her fingers and she learned to crush the throats and bodies with telekinesis. She soon found she was able to march into conflicts controlling beats and droids alike and soon built up a reputation as someone not to be messed with.

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 that were recovered from the Arconan scientist’s tent. Books on Sithspawn, Sith Alchemy and someone named Belia Darzu who had created techno-organic monstrosities. Enthralled she packed up her bags and left the Clan to go on a hunt for more information about the Dark Lord and what she had been up to. She left a message concerning her feelings to the one who made her heart jump and vanished.

Along the way on her journeys she met Etah d’Tana and ended up joining his family, altering her name after a scuffle with old enemies on Nar Shaddaa, and with Etah's help putting them down. He being the only man besides 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.

The Return To Plagueis

To Occur.

Characteristics

Appearance

A Lithe figure, beautiful eyes and a way of walking that says you are mine. Flowing black hair that covers her back and shoulders and a smile that says kiss me, I will bite. She uses these traits and more to get what she wants, however, the issues with her body often leave her cold and uncaring about much of anything.

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.

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 fearsome 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.

Fighting Style

A whirling dervish of death and terror, Ophelia strikes fear into her enemies, bolsters her allies and brings an end to those before her with her lightsaber as well as forking lightning across the battlefield or smashing the enemies against the wall with telekinesis. Her objective is to cause as much fear and terror as she can and watch them scramble away for her. Carving up the enemy is just an added bonus after all, who likes observing parts of their friends flying past them and the blood soaked madwoman in the middle of them.

She fights alongside her creations, both Droids, creatures and Sithspawn monstrosities. She cares little for the lives of the peons alongside her but as soon as someone harms one of her children she becomes death itself and will annihilate anyone and anything in her way.

Personality

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.

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.

She is curt, she hates small talk and is not one for jokes. She gets annoyed if someone attempts to pull her into any form of idle chit chat and is more than happy to just keep her mouth shut and stare someone down till they shut up. She lords over the slaves, house and clan military forces like a wild animal that’s only being held back by a piece of string and she adores seeing the revulsion and fear in their eyes as they skirt around her.

Pets & Creations

Scourge and Scorn

Tuk'ata

Tuk'ata

Acquired when Ophelia returned to Nar Shaddaa during her journies, she came across the merchant in the low depths attempting to pawn of the two pups. Apparently the mother, a frequent of the illegal pits, had died recently and given they were the runt of the litter no one wanted them that and the reputation their kind had. The Merchant did his best but in the end noone was going to purchase the first little runts and face issues in the future. Ophelia however had other plans. She trailed the Merchant back to his home and used her charms to be let in. When inside she beheaded the poor man and took the pups for herself.

She named them Scourge and Scorn and they travelled with her from that moment on, bonding and being Infused by her dark energies. Over time they've had their fair share of scars but Ophelia has managed to patch them up and replace parts with custom made cybernetics she crafted herself.

It should be noted Scourge is male whilst Scorn is female and though it has not occurred yet pups may be expected in the future now Ophelia has her old home in Plagueis back and they've had a moment to rest. Also to those who try and command them, Tuk'ata can only be commanded in Ancient Sith, which as always been a great source of amusement when the pairs victims scream at them to stop.

Strengths

Ophelia's Warbanner representing herself.

• Tactical.
• Loyal.
• Fierce combatant and trained in fear tactics and the usage of her creations.
• Relentless.
• Brutal taskmaster, but effective leader and trainer.

Impediments

• Lack of Athletic Ability due to the Cybernetic replacements.
• 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 from the body of her new host.
• 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.

• Is a combination of Deimos d'Tana and the previous incarnation of Ophelia Delacroix. Struggled between picking one when came back from Rogues and decided upon combing them both with the new name Typhon d'Tana as a name of progress and change.