“The Flesh is Weak, The Machine is Tempermental…”
- Ophelia Delacroix 37 ABY
Ophelia Delacroix d'Tana is a Tech Weaver and a member Mandalorian Death Watch currently working with Clan Naga Sadow and currently serving within House Marka Ragnos's battle team, Night Hawks. 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 what could only be described as hell. Raised on the planet of Mandalore she was raised to fight and win regardless of the outcome. Her family followed a strict mindset which often led them into trouble with their neighbours but they stuck to their traditions and their ideals. Life grew increasingly more difficult for Ophelia as a child, being unable to make friends due to the reputation of her close ones, it got the point that in her early school years she was expelled for nearly beating a classmate to death with a chair.
Hatred boiled within her at such a young age given how she was raised on stories of the old wars, the old ways their people did things and as she looked over what they had become she would feel her heart drop a little. She cared little for those that could not fight, would not fight and only wanted to settle down. Ophelia agreed fervently with the ideals of her parents and after one more serious issue that she still claims was started by the other child they left and moved in with Ophelia's uncle.
Her uncle was just as firm a believer in the old ways than her father and mother were, there were even whispers he was a member of the Death Watch but nothing had even been proven. It however didn;t take long for the rumours to come to light in their own way as her elders drank around the fire. Apparently at one point they had all served alongside the Death Watch and would do so again in a heartbeat but had decided to blend back in with society once they discovered Ophelia was to be born. As she stumbled against the door where she had been spying they dragged her into the room by the scruff of the neck and looked her up and down. At the age of thirteen, she had begun to mature early, one of the reasons for her vicious beating of her last classmate. Old enough to fight, enough to die for the right cause in their eyes.
So as it was, and long overdue the family departed Mandalore and using the grapevine they managed to find survivors of the Old Death Watch and join up. Ophelia was fitted with her own set of combat armour and as she walked into her new living quarters she truly took in the beauty of her family as they were adorned in their arms and armour, they looked like the true warriors of old she had heard so much about.
Death Watch
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 other members of the Death Watch and though they were not truly as they once were they still partook in missions, raids and whatever else. Ophelia was generally kept back though they were not afraid to get her stuck in when the need called for it. She was brutal, trained herself in different forms of combat and earned her first kill as they raided a True Mandalorian supply post. The thrill of the hunt was upon her and she loved it. She aged well but soon began to realise things were not going as they planned.
The Death Watch was not what it once was and the issues began to arise some years later when the flow of new recruits began to subside and the members being list were not being replaced as often as needed or they would have liked. In fact, their numbers were dwindling so low they had to drop their raids and move onto working merc contracts in the shadows. It was during one of these missions Ophelia's parents were killed off, and not long later her uncle was killed by members of the True Mandalorians. The fight never left her and she was determined to die in a rain of death like her parents had but things took another turn when a raid upon their ship left most of the crew dead or injured. Nothing remained for her so begrudgingly she departed, swearing to return when the time was right.
Nar Shaddaa
She arrived on Nar Shaddaa became an enforcer for a local gang and used her talents to assist them in doing what needed to be done. She progressed quickly in the gang and when the leader was slain soon found herself in charge, most likely due to the fact the majority of the other gang members were terrified of her reputation as a Mandalorian. 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 adorning her armour again and stalking the dark bringing death to her enemies. Rumours began to circulate of a Mandalorian 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 a bounty hunter arrived to take her in for her crimes. As they faced off and turned her gang's headquarters into a charnel house she took a blow to the shoulder and went down and was sure it was her end when she heard 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 opponent 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 these days. She agreed easily and only stopping to liberate her opponents weapons followed the woman into a brighter future.
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 whip wrapped itself around his neck and she moved in, pressing the barrel of her slugthrower to his head and pulled the trigger. As his brain matter flew out in every direction 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 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 beside 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 is a modified version of the Inquisitorius armour, as well as her Mandalorian armour that has been customised heavily.
Fighting Style
Have you ever seen a nerd fight? That’s Ophelia. Just more viscous and with a sword made of Plasma. If you face her in a tech-heavy arena have fun. She will abuse the hell out of her gifts to get the advantage. A pair of offline turrets? Aye not for long. The rangefinder on your rifle? Broke. She’s clever and that makes her dangerous. Sure she won’t last for an extended period of time in one on one combat (which I will add she can hold her own) but her top skills are mechanic and slicer.
She can use Telekinesis and Force lightning effectively which kind of makes up for her general air of “non-combat pro.”
Personality
Ophelia is a bitch. She doesn't even mean to be a bitch but some things she does just come across a little antagonistic regardless of her intentions. She’s a straight shooter, no manipulation, subterfuge skills. No intimidation or Diplomacy at that either. She lets her talents and other skills do the talking.
She’s probably the definition of a Star Wars geek. Machines, computers, droids, cybernetics you know that stuff. Much prefers the company of things she makes and things that aren't;t really alive. As a techweaver, she will love to sit down and discuss the intricate details of the new model battle droid and why the new Type 56 plug makes for an improved accuracy...but no one will be that bothered.
Though she’s a bitch, she also comes across a little mad. Think Harley Quinn, in Mando armour. She’s playful in a sense she will tease toy and literally do everything just to get a reaction. Her telepathic skills are rather good so expect her to simply talk to you using it more often than not. I mean how else could she annoy you more? By always being in your head!
Pets & Creations
Scourge and Scorn
A Tuk'ataA 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, no one 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 executed the poor man and took the pups for herself.
She named them Scourge and Scorn and they travelled with her from that moment on, there were issues as the creatures were heavily intelligent but her resolve and will managed to grind down their resistance and they became instrumental in her work. 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 had time to settle in.
RST - 003 aka Rusty
Rusty is her near defunct and slightly odd Destroyer Droid picked up on her travels. Over the years, she has replaced numerous parts as well as give him slight upgrades, coats of paint and anything else he needs but his name still stuck. Through her abuse of Mecha-Deru upon him, whilst she was training her gifts, she inadvertently made him a bit of an acquired taste. Suffice to say he is as loyal as they come and often enjoys rolling up into a ball and amuses himself and the Tuk'ata by playing catch.
Strengths
Ophelia's Warbanner representing herself.
- Tactical.
- Loyal.
- Fierce combatant and trained in fear tactics as well as numerous weapons.
- Relentless.
- Brutal taskmaster, but effective leader and trainer.
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.