Zachary O'Maille

Zachary O'Maille
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Coronet, Corellia
Date of Birth:	4 ABY (age 38)
Physical Description
Species:	Human
Gender:	Male
Height:	1.75 meters
Weight:	84 kilograms
Hair:	Black
Eyes:	Steely blue
Personal Information
Mother:	Rachel O'Maille
Father:	Darius O'Maille
Spouse(s):	Dannyl O'Maille (deceased)
Allies:	Bentre Stahoes Clan Naga Sadow
Enemies:	"everyone can look like an enemy"
Lightsaber Color(s):	blue
Lightsaber Form(s):	Makashi
Weapon(s):	lightsaber
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:	Ronin
Era(s):	Imperial era Rise of the Brotherhood era Exodus era New Order era
Known masters:	Nohal Adalifi
Known apprentices:	none to date
Dossier:	14185
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Zachary O'Maille is a self-exiled Dark Jedi from Corellia. He is a child-hood "friend" to Bentre Stahoes and a proud Son of Corellia. He prefers not to talk at great length about his tenure amongst Jedi, as it brings up painful memories. He views his homeworld as a badge of pride, yet has not visited his home in over a decade.

While he considers himself a warrior of sorts, he prefers introspection and discussion instead of heavy-handed violence to solve problems. Still, he will do as he feels necessary to protect those who considers family. This may include at times friends, House, or Clan. Despite this, he still considers himself a man without a master, not due to his pride, but feelings of inadequacy. He believes his actions have stripped him of his prior honor, and still seeks to reclaim that lost honor.

While fallen, he refuses to embrace the ways of the Sith, seeing their coniving manner as an act of ultimate self-destruction. The Dark Side is a tool, a key to power and ultimately, stability. He wishes that his former brethren could just understand that.

History

Childhood

Zachary had a by and large happy childhood. There were a few scraps, including one particular fight with a fellow student, but he was general congenial among his classmates. When he was not studying at school, he enjoyed dabbling in various sports. He used these games as an opportunity to sharpen his physical abilities, desiring to be quick and strong enough to protect those he cared about. His positive attitude won over many a teacher, and his helpful demeanor drew at least a grudging admiration from those who considered him a rival.

The boy spent many happy days playing by a lake in his free time, and felt nothing but love from his family for most of his early days. His father was a simple office worker, sometimes leaving home for other planets or systems on brief business engagements. Still, he was fortunate that both parents were present for dinner more often than not. When his father would return from his trips he would often bring some trinket from his trips for him. Early in life, there was little outward indication of his Force sensitivity. There were a few peculiar events which drew a raised eyebrow from adults, but rarely were they able to draw their cause to the boy. It probably helped that O'Maille was kind to others, and stood in defense of smaller classmates against bullies and the like.

Teenage Years

It was during Zachary's teenage years that things took a slightly southern turn for him. He became rather infatuated with a young girl, Dannyl Ekita, after which his grades dropped noticeably. The strange incidents increased in frequency as he grew into an awkward adolescent. The pair began to run around together, pulling pranks on teachers and remaining out beyond curfews as much as might be expected from any teenager.

Still, his sense of justice did not waver, and he still found himself standing up on the occasions his friends sought to bring harm to others. He allowed his passions to lead him into secretive trysts with Dannyl and he found himself drawing away from his other classmates. Despite the struggles of his age, he managed to finish his schooling with passable marks. With his schooling behind him, O'Maille sought out a means to make a living for himself and his love. The first thing he did after he had his diploma in hand, was to drop to one knee and ask "the lady Ekita" to marry him. Drawing him close to her in a tight hug, tears in her eyes, his girlfriend said yes.

Family, Loss, Pain

The next ten years of his life were filled with many menial jobs. Despite his hard-working personality, something would happen that neither he nor his employer could explain. Still, it didn't stop them from terminating his employment, and forcing him to seek a job elsewhere. Despite this struggle, Dannyl was a constant companion and comfort. She seemed to have an undying faith in her husband, and unknown to Zachary she frequently contacted her own family for income to supplement their low savings. Her actions behind his back would eventually be discovered, and a fiery argument followed.

For several days, the two had arguments that varied from merely heated words to thrown objects and streams of curses. The Corellian man felt useless, his pride wounded at receiving this unbidden help. The fights culminated in Dannyl choosing to take leave to visit her parents. This news was not received. Zachary's last words to his wife were "I never want to see your face again" as he buried his face in his hands. The words would haunt him for years to come, as the shuttle which transported his love was assaulted by pirates, and the occupants were slaughtered. It would not be until a week later that word would come to the widower.

A month later would find the man drowning his sorrows in drink. He was finally able to find a steady work at the local bar as a dishwasher, for a wage which allowed him to scrape by despite his heavy drinking habits. The proprietor even slipped the grieving man a bottle with each paycheck, which did little help Zachary's growing addiction and dependence on alcohol. It went almost completely unnoticed until O'Maille showed up at work one day, a bottle in hand, heavily inebriated. Several broken dishes and a drunken rant later, the Corellian found himself again without a job.

In a moment of poor judgement, the torrent of emotions within him would lead Zachary to steal a shuttle. He spent several weeks, hopping from system to system, seeking out pirates and hunting them down. The shuttle's weapons did little to help in space combat, so he would track them down planet side to slit their throats. This went on for about another month before the man became too sloppy and found himself caught in a bad spot by a pirate gang on some backwater world. Overwhelmed by their numbers, the experience would leave him with a series of scars about the right side of his face. For some time, O'Maille would do odd jobs, occasionally hire himself out as a mercenary to make ends meet. Still, nights would find him in a cantina, trying to sedate himself to the point of some tortured semblence of sleep.

His travels did bring him into contact with a small group of Force sensitives. Their leader sensed the Force in the man, and offered to give him an opportunity to make something more of himself. This tight-knit group of Jedi took O'Maille in as one of their own, teaching him as his thirst for knowledge increased. The months of training allowed Zachary to keep his mind distracted, and over time he became a happier and more productive individual. His sorrows still wore at the back of his mind, but he saw all these things as a form of redemption.

The time with the Jedi was destined to be short. There was an allure to the passions of the Dark Side. He did not heed his warnings of his companions on its dangers. Instead he began to study what he could discover of the Dark Side in secret, by glowtorch as his fellows slept. What exactly occurred that lead to his expulsion from the group he has never chosen to disclose to others. The very mention of the subject is enough to earn a sharp glance and a grunted expletive.

Arrival Amongst the Brotherhood

He would wander the galaxy listlessly from star-port to star-port. He continued his search for Dark Side knowledge. His searches yielded little, and the fallen Jedi spent many hours in quiet contemplation. In a trance, he had visions of a large planet, from which emanated some great sense of urgency. In his heart he felt that finding this planet was some kind of destiny. The planet and its stars were burnt into his memories, and like a man possessed, he began to study starmaps in hope of finding something that fits its description. All was to no avail.

With no definitive end goal in mind, O'Maille jumped into the beaten shuttle that had served as his ride since he had left Corellia, the 'Vagabond', and punched in a set of coordinates. He executed several dozen hyperspace jumps of faith between systems, touching the Force in hopes of finding the familiar sensation from his vision.

His fuel low, and his spirits dampened, Zachary typed in one last set of jump coordinates for an uncharted destination. He silently pleaded for a bit of good fortune, that he might not crash into a sun, and hit the hyperdrive. As the vessel reverted to regular space, he was greeted by the appearance of the twin suns of the Orian system. As he examined the planets of the system, his eyes rested on the form of Tarthos, hanging beautifully in space. It was as though the Force itself whispered to him, and with his palms sweaty, the Corellian set course for the planet.

He was intercepted en route to the planet, and his identity and business were demanded of him. Begging for mercy due to his low resources, Zachary was allowed to land on the planet. First greeted by Warhost assembled in the hanger, he was escorted before the Quaestor of Marka Ragnos herself, and called to account for himself. The man pitifully explained his vision and admitted he had no idea of what was supposed to await him here. Intrigued, Tasha'Vel brought him before the Clan's Proconsul to decide what might happen to O'Maille.

Physical Data

Zachary O'Maille is a dark-haired human with silver-blue eyes and an often unkempt head of hair. His sharp features are accented with a trimmed beard and a slight smirk in most circumstances. Still, this Gray Jedi tends to be very subdued, carrying himself with a sense of calm determination. On the shorter side of average height for a human, he prefers to look friend and foe alike directly in the eyes. His form is no particularly heavy nor slim, though one typically cannot tell as he prefers to shroud himself in robes like Jedi of times past.