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Ophelia Artemei
[Theme]
Faction: Old Empire
Rank: Sith Acolyte
Species: Sephi
Homeworld: Alderaan
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Height: 5’6
Weight: 112 lbs
Force Sensitive: Yes
Appearance:
Ophelia has a more slender build, weighing next to nothing, she doths blue hair which she dyes regularly which contrast her yellow-red eyes and red face tattoos. You will always find her wearing hand sown old clothing despite being able to call up her daddy and be able to buy any article of clothing she could imagine, she much prefers wearing simple cloth clothing, she believes that expensive clothing is a liability and only wears them when she needs to.
Personality:
Ophelia could tell you seven way to kill a man with just a stale piece of ration and which plants are safe to eat and which aren’t on over twelve hundred star systems but could not tell you a single thing about parties. Ophelia is quiet, selfish, xenophobic, angry, sheltered and narcissistic always thinking about herself before everybody else and is not afraid of hurting or exploding at anybody who gets in her way. She is very angry which harks to her own anxiety, I’d like to say the lack of being able to vessel her frustration as a child just makes her a ball of hate now, not afraid of letting it all out and hurting people, when she gets anxious she lashes out or acts completely out of character making a complete ass of herself. Her more abrasive personality has made her a bit of an outcast, not that the isolation bothers her that much, she always preferred time spent alone more or at least time alone with her pet Ago. Ophelia above all has quite an affinity for sadism, when she gets into the heat of battle she will do anything to kill her prey. Yet despite all this she is a very curious person, and if pulled to her fullest can maybe show a shed of sympathy.
Skills:
Ophelia is quick and nimble thanks to her more slender build. She is at home in rugged environments, able to quickly get the lay of the land. She’s also very adept at survivalist skills, spending a large majority of her youth in the wilderness of Tangrene allows her to quickly adapt and plan survival strategies when necessary. Her study of plants and the like has given her a keen eye when it comes to poison, knowing a vast amount of knowledge about poisons from around the galaxy and how to administer them. She is proficient with a Lightsaber particularly Ataru but all around is much more comfortable with archery skills preferring her handcrafted energybow.
Backstory:
Born on Alderaan to wealthy aristocratic parents, Ophelia was a obedient child, bearing a small stature and being all around very frail. She only ever spoke when spoken to and she did everything she was told, she had to mindful not to ever make a scene and risk her father's career. Ophelia’s father Armen Artemei was born to nothing on Thustra but travelled abroad and clawed and scratched his way his entire life into a position of power. Now, with a beautiful wife, owning several mines and small ship building enterprises all funneling directly into the Old Empire, to say he is a loyalist is an understatement, Ophelia grew up knowing this, with it being cemented every day of her life. Her father molded her into everything he wanted her to be, she was his little princess, growing up poor meant he lived vicariously through her giving her every opportunity that would give him an edge and be able to carry on his legacy. Ophelia didn’t spend most of her youth on her homeworld, most of it was spent at the families private estate on Tangrene. Ophelia’s mother had passed away before she could remember, her father doesn’t like to talk about it and is obviously still torn apart by it, she’s never cared and subsequently never pressed him for details. Tangrene was by far her father’s greatest venture owning a dozen mines on the world, to make things easier Ophelia stayed their being fostered by nanny’s and teachers, only seeing her parent whenever they were on the world, but don’t think the lack of parents meant she had freedom, every hour of the day she wasn’t asleep she was studying or doing extracurriculars, her father made her bend over backwards to be the very best. From the start Ophelia had an affinity for nature, she loved being outdoors, her father had kept a large swath of land untouched around his estate which Ophelia would take every excuse possible to play outside.
When Ophelia was nine it was discovered by one of her tutors that she was force sensitive. Her father, being unwaveringly loyal to the Empire, contacted them and headed to the captial, eager for his daughter to get this opportunity. He was unwilling to lose her for years but thanks to his wealth he managed to strike a deal with the Sith, she would be trained but under his supervision on Tangrene. Soon enough two men were assigned to oversee her imperial training, a Sith Crusader named Yuril Torkak oversaw her training with the help of his personal Imperial Assassin Dalik Revno, Yuril was a cold, unrelenting man with not a drop of light in his heart, he saw the potential in Ophelia and longed to unearth it.
For Ophelia’s training her father decided to hit two birds with one stone, the mines on Tangrene ran on slave labour almost entirely and with that came with it’s fair share of problems, runaways, revolts. He assigned his daughter and her masters as the enforcers. They’d spend weeks out in the wilderness hunting and torturing runaway slaves and Ophelia loved every second of it. Their was just something to hunting those who are beneath you, and that feeling of finally catching them, and best of all, they were not wanted back alive, Ophelia began to really like killing. To Ophelia their was just something about the thrill of the hunt and putting those slaves where they belong.
Over her Training Ophelia’s masters came to the world less and less and let her to her own devices as she mastered the wilderness of Tangrene, upon her fourteenth birthday she was gifted her very own lightsaber by her father. At the age of fifteen after completing her final mission with her masters and achieving the rank acolyte in the eyes of the order, her master gave her a Varlwolf as a companion which she named Ago, his job was done, he made her into what she was always meant to be, a pretty little sociopath. With her master's gone, keeping order and justice in the wilds and enforcing punishment in the mines of Tangrene is a responsibility that now lies on her shoulders and she could not be happier. But now being a acolyte why stop at Tangrene? Their is so much more prey out their in the galaxy.
Inventory:
-Recurve Bow [Link]
-Energy Bow
-Lightsaber [Image]
-Poison Collection
-Formal clothing [Image]
-Cloak [Image]
Pets:
-Ago (Varlwolf) [Image]
Residences:
-[Tangrene] Artemei Family Estate [Image]
-[Coruscant] Artemei Office Suite
Ship:
-Crux Class Starfighter [Link]
Kills:
Roleplays:
RP 001- Networking at Neon Nexu Ongoing
RP 002- Wookies for Sale! Ongoing
[Theme]
Faction: Old Empire
Rank: Sith Acolyte
Species: Sephi
Homeworld: Alderaan
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Height: 5’6
Weight: 112 lbs
Force Sensitive: Yes
Appearance:
Ophelia has a more slender build, weighing next to nothing, she doths blue hair which she dyes regularly which contrast her yellow-red eyes and red face tattoos. You will always find her wearing hand sown old clothing despite being able to call up her daddy and be able to buy any article of clothing she could imagine, she much prefers wearing simple cloth clothing, she believes that expensive clothing is a liability and only wears them when she needs to.
Personality:
Ophelia could tell you seven way to kill a man with just a stale piece of ration and which plants are safe to eat and which aren’t on over twelve hundred star systems but could not tell you a single thing about parties. Ophelia is quiet, selfish, xenophobic, angry, sheltered and narcissistic always thinking about herself before everybody else and is not afraid of hurting or exploding at anybody who gets in her way. She is very angry which harks to her own anxiety, I’d like to say the lack of being able to vessel her frustration as a child just makes her a ball of hate now, not afraid of letting it all out and hurting people, when she gets anxious she lashes out or acts completely out of character making a complete ass of herself. Her more abrasive personality has made her a bit of an outcast, not that the isolation bothers her that much, she always preferred time spent alone more or at least time alone with her pet Ago. Ophelia above all has quite an affinity for sadism, when she gets into the heat of battle she will do anything to kill her prey. Yet despite all this she is a very curious person, and if pulled to her fullest can maybe show a shed of sympathy.
Skills:
Ophelia is quick and nimble thanks to her more slender build. She is at home in rugged environments, able to quickly get the lay of the land. She’s also very adept at survivalist skills, spending a large majority of her youth in the wilderness of Tangrene allows her to quickly adapt and plan survival strategies when necessary. Her study of plants and the like has given her a keen eye when it comes to poison, knowing a vast amount of knowledge about poisons from around the galaxy and how to administer them. She is proficient with a Lightsaber particularly Ataru but all around is much more comfortable with archery skills preferring her handcrafted energybow.
Backstory:
Born on Alderaan to wealthy aristocratic parents, Ophelia was a obedient child, bearing a small stature and being all around very frail. She only ever spoke when spoken to and she did everything she was told, she had to mindful not to ever make a scene and risk her father's career. Ophelia’s father Armen Artemei was born to nothing on Thustra but travelled abroad and clawed and scratched his way his entire life into a position of power. Now, with a beautiful wife, owning several mines and small ship building enterprises all funneling directly into the Old Empire, to say he is a loyalist is an understatement, Ophelia grew up knowing this, with it being cemented every day of her life. Her father molded her into everything he wanted her to be, she was his little princess, growing up poor meant he lived vicariously through her giving her every opportunity that would give him an edge and be able to carry on his legacy. Ophelia didn’t spend most of her youth on her homeworld, most of it was spent at the families private estate on Tangrene. Ophelia’s mother had passed away before she could remember, her father doesn’t like to talk about it and is obviously still torn apart by it, she’s never cared and subsequently never pressed him for details. Tangrene was by far her father’s greatest venture owning a dozen mines on the world, to make things easier Ophelia stayed their being fostered by nanny’s and teachers, only seeing her parent whenever they were on the world, but don’t think the lack of parents meant she had freedom, every hour of the day she wasn’t asleep she was studying or doing extracurriculars, her father made her bend over backwards to be the very best. From the start Ophelia had an affinity for nature, she loved being outdoors, her father had kept a large swath of land untouched around his estate which Ophelia would take every excuse possible to play outside.
When Ophelia was nine it was discovered by one of her tutors that she was force sensitive. Her father, being unwaveringly loyal to the Empire, contacted them and headed to the captial, eager for his daughter to get this opportunity. He was unwilling to lose her for years but thanks to his wealth he managed to strike a deal with the Sith, she would be trained but under his supervision on Tangrene. Soon enough two men were assigned to oversee her imperial training, a Sith Crusader named Yuril Torkak oversaw her training with the help of his personal Imperial Assassin Dalik Revno, Yuril was a cold, unrelenting man with not a drop of light in his heart, he saw the potential in Ophelia and longed to unearth it.
For Ophelia’s training her father decided to hit two birds with one stone, the mines on Tangrene ran on slave labour almost entirely and with that came with it’s fair share of problems, runaways, revolts. He assigned his daughter and her masters as the enforcers. They’d spend weeks out in the wilderness hunting and torturing runaway slaves and Ophelia loved every second of it. Their was just something to hunting those who are beneath you, and that feeling of finally catching them, and best of all, they were not wanted back alive, Ophelia began to really like killing. To Ophelia their was just something about the thrill of the hunt and putting those slaves where they belong.
Over her Training Ophelia’s masters came to the world less and less and let her to her own devices as she mastered the wilderness of Tangrene, upon her fourteenth birthday she was gifted her very own lightsaber by her father. At the age of fifteen after completing her final mission with her masters and achieving the rank acolyte in the eyes of the order, her master gave her a Varlwolf as a companion which she named Ago, his job was done, he made her into what she was always meant to be, a pretty little sociopath. With her master's gone, keeping order and justice in the wilds and enforcing punishment in the mines of Tangrene is a responsibility that now lies on her shoulders and she could not be happier. But now being a acolyte why stop at Tangrene? Their is so much more prey out their in the galaxy.
Inventory:
-Recurve Bow [Link]
-Energy Bow
-Lightsaber [Image]
-Poison Collection
-Formal clothing [Image]
-Cloak [Image]
Pets:
-Ago (Varlwolf) [Image]
Residences:
-[Tangrene] Artemei Family Estate [Image]
-[Coruscant] Artemei Office Suite
Ship:
-Crux Class Starfighter [Link]
Kills:
Roleplays:
Concluded = Thread concluded
Ongoing = Thread unfinished
Limbo = Thread in a purgatory state for reasons usually mentioned
Dead = Thread incomplete and won't be continued
Ongoing = Thread unfinished
Limbo = Thread in a purgatory state for reasons usually mentioned
Dead = Thread incomplete and won't be continued
RP 002- Wookies for Sale! Ongoing
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