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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, 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. |
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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.
| | 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soon learned she had a knack at fixing any troubles that arose with him and even once or twice upgrades some of his old out of date parts.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. |
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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.
| | 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. |
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| === Imperial Service ===
| | 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. |
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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.
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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 training was tough, rigorous and thrilling. She was able to do things she never knew she could and was never brow beaten 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 her felt it was his mission to intrude into her space, began harassing her and even went as far as to enter her chambers. |
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| She soon found herself transferred and working with the Interrogation service, a posting she soon began to love and admire. She found she was good at extracting what she wanted and sometimes she didn;t even need to use the droids. She was good with words, god at getting what she wanted from the victim lying and caressing their passions. She began becoming more and more cruel and carrying different faces with each and every prisoner to a point those serving under refused to be in the room for being too uncomfortable, which led to more than one problem and issues of subordination. She was wicked, cruel violent and the Ice Queen had found her calling amongst the pain of others. She had a special distaste for Aliens. Mandalorian breeding, Death Watch ideology and now Imperial service had made her a rampant racist and everything non-humanoid was to her....unfit to exist.
| | Memories flooded her mind and she snapped and her lightsaber struck out beheading him in one fell swoop. Paniced 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. |
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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.
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| === Imperial Werewolves Era ===
| | 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. |
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| | 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. |
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| | 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 pan 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 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. |
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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.
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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 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. |
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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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| | 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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| | 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 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 after the recent agony. She agreed and swore her oath and found when the words finally left her mouth she meant them. |
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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 personal wrist rocket launcher to use on her hunts. Soon the One Sith started causing chaos and throughout the war she attempted time and time again to outshine her fellow soldiers but was never able to achieve much of anything nor stand out enough to be noticed. She was nothing and she hated it, especially when the Alien filth around her began being recognised...but she always kept her tongue in check, it wasn't wise to be xenophobic to her new Sith masters after all.
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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 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 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 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 she reached down and looked and let out a shirek of terror. Her skin was a hue of green, ridges crested just above her eyes and raven black hair cascaded down over her shoulders. She wasn't her, she impure....she was superior, yes she was more than she ever was. The thoughts and ideology raced into her head causing her mind to black out and she collapsed to the floor. | | 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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| 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, however due to lack of competent bodies they had decided to place her back into what was available and, in this case, the body of a One Sith Falleen. . 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. | | 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. |
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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.
| | 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. |
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| She was new, she felt alive and to her, she was a chosen of Tarentum. a Twice Born come back to serve the clan as a nightmare made incarnate. She instantly applied herself to learning all she could to assist her clan. Weapons became natural to her once more and over the years she finally managed to achieve something becoming a Warrior in the Clan;s as well as becoming a Inquisitor, something she had always hoped to achieve. She was a ghost in the Dark, reborn in the flames of war and moulded into a weapon for the clan of Death. When the change of leadership occurred and the silent whispers went out with the formation of the Inquisitorius Ophelia volunteered in a heartbeat and reveled in the pain and misery she was able to cause as she assisted in purging the unclean from the Brotherhood.
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| === Strengths === | | === Strengths === |
| | | [[File:OpheliaWB.png|thumb|right|200px|Ophelia's Warbanner representing herself.]] |
| *Tactical. | | *Tactical. |
| *Loyal. | | *Loyal. |
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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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“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 Tarentum and currently serving within House Mortis and the Order of the Trident. 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 brow beaten 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 her 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. Paniced 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 pan 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 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 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 after the recent agony. 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 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.
Clan Tarentum Era
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 both of her lightsabers 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.
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
- Assisted in the creation of the Apostles of Syn Battle Team.
Outstanding Achievements