Thelemy Oronays

[Cainhurst Crow]

Thelemy

Oronays

AGE

► 30​

SPECIES

► Twi’lek​

HEIGHT

► 5’8​

WEIGHT

► 156​

EYE COLOR

► Black​

HAIR COLOR

► Blue​

HOMEWORLD

► Ryloth​

GENDER

► Male​

FACTION

► Sith Empire​

RANK

► Acolyte​

FORCE SENSITIVITY

► Yes​

Personality

Thelemy is a fanatically loyal, yet also humble, polite, and seemingly good natured person. In short, he is a living contradiction, quick to anger and extremely wrathful, and seemingly kind hearted and good natured. It is Thelemy’s belief in the force which holds him together, belief that life and death are manifestations of the force itself, and extensions of its will. Watching nature and observing the life cycles of native species, Thelemy learned that all things that live, must die for the sake of others. Even beyond animals, plants required the dead to gain nutrients, and even the soil itself required the dead to keep it fertile. Those creatures which could survive, thrive, and dominate their ecosystems, were blessed by the Force itself, as it is in life for all races and species. Thelemy holds no malice for the weak, and sees himself as blessed for his good fortune. He often cares about the well being of others, and will gladly help another person should they need assistance.


Thelemy is obsessed with the will of the force, and has dedicated much of his time to studying it with a theologians passion. He feels that those who live as the force dictates are truly blessed, and that those who don’t merely do not know of the gift they have been bestowed. Force Sensitives therefore are the most blessed of all, for the Force itself has touched their minds and souls. However, should someone squander this gift, tamper with the flow of life and death, or attempt to circumvent the natural state of the Force, Thelemy feels it is his duty, and the duty of all living beings, to make them suffer and die. To this end, the Jedi who seek peaceful existence, and mandalorians who seek to destroy force sensitives and mock the force itself, are not worthy of The Force’s gift, and so much be welcomed back into death, so a more worthy vessel may arise.

Skills

Thelemy Oronays is trained in the use of the force and the lightsaber. His fanatical viewpoint makes him curious on the nature of the force, dedicating time to study its dark powers and its relationship to those who are gifted with its embrace. As such he is skilled in the use of telekinesis and energy manipulation, holding exceptional precision with moving objects, and a fine affinity towards controlling flames and electricity. He has even delved into the use of the force to blind enemies with a force flash, produce a barrier of energy to keep himself safe, and even overloading droid circuitry when needed to. He is still learning more of the darker secrets of the force, but is dedicated to the study.

As such, Thelemy is less focused, and thus less skilled, in other fields due to his fanatical pursuit of the dark side. His piloting skills, though aided by the force, is no better than any of his other contemporaries, and can be outmaneuvered and killed in space combat rather easily. Thelemy’s skills in the blade are better, seeing it as a meditative exercise, however it has also suffered from his fanatical focus. He is a Niman practitioner who utilizes the styles flexibility and incorporation of other elements to his advantage. What he cannot dominate with the force, he can adapt to with his blade until the force provides a new opportunity to victory. The force is Life, and Death, and if it will not provide, then so be it.

History

Thelemy Oronays was born to a small clan on Ryloth, an unremarkable child who spent his youth helping on his family's simple farm in the arid climate of his homeworld. His parents, while kind in their own way, were also harsh and rugged. The frontier life they led could not afford them or their son the luxuries of comfort, and they felt it best to teach lifes harsher lessons early. They taught him lessons on the value of hard work, self reliance, and the worth of an honest man. At the age of 12, he was told to go and make some extra money for the clan, he was a man now and needed to provide like any other honest man. He set out, and became a Duct Cleaner due to his small size. Even at this age, there was something inside of Thelemy, a boredom that wouldn’t leave him, and a sense of emptiness he couldn’t quite fill. He felt lacking, incomplete, though he did not know how or why.


It remained this way for 2 years, until a band of slavers attacked the simple Ryloth village looking to get some quick credits for slave labor. Thelemy witnessed his first brush of death, by seeing a man gunned down in the streets. A few people came to hide in the ship he was cleaning the ducts of, when they to were wounded. The slavers were looking for survivors, and one of the wounded men would not stop calling for help. Thelemy needed to act quickly, and so took one of his tools, and with a deft precision slit the man’s throat to end his calls for help. It was in this time that Thelemy felt something, a strange tingling in the back of his mind, a sense of danger fast approaching. He made a shallow cut along his own neck, just enough to break the first few layers of skin, and covered himself in his victims blood, laying among the dead. The slavers came, saw 3 dead, and moved on to find more survivors.


This act began the start of Thelemy’s obsession. Something had stirred within him that day, something he never knew was there, or perhaps never noticed was there, until his life was put in danger. Surrounded by death, pain, and fear; filled with mortal dread and a bitter hatred against those who wronged his village, there was something in that mixture of things that filled him with a sense of something new. It was the sensation, as he could put it, of finally being alive. Thelemy eagerly joined his people’s own militia, who arrived to repel the slavers. He took up arms against them, and took lives with his own hands. It wasn’t the murder that filled him with this sensation however, but rather, the strange sensation around it. It was like he could feel what others did, sense their emotions, and felt himself draw power the more he ventured towards those negative emotions. His pursuit of this sense of power drove him to more lengths to chase it. Killing invaders, became killing criminals from his homeworld. Death became an obsession with him, though he always claimed trophies from his kills, to use to support his family. His parents and clan, learning of what had become of their child, vowed to keep his acts hidden as best they could. After all, was it not a parent’s duty, to help their child grow stronger?


Eventually, through his pursuit of this power, he crossed path with the Sith. It was a humbling experience, being beaten as easily as one might beat a misbehaving child. These practitioners of what they called the Dark Side, showed a deeper connection to the force then he had ever known. Thelemy begged to be taught these secrets, to learn more about this Force they spoke of. An eager acolyte was hard to turn down, and he was brought into the empire’s fold. Over a decade has passed, and Thelemy has learned much since then. The nature of the force fascinates him to no end, as does its connection to every living thing. Dark emotions fuel his power, but so does one’s passion, even more so it seems then anger or pain. His passion, the desire to learn more of the force and live by his moral code, has kept him from fully succumbing to the dark sides corruption. He still sends credits back to his family on Ryloth, even visiting a few times to help them on the farm. They live by their own means, and respect the cycle of life and death, the cycle of the force itself. So it goes, for the moment, he keeps his urges to kill at bay, at least within their presence.

Gear

Thelemy doesn’t carry much gear on his person, preferring his faith to be his shield. To compensate for his range, he carries a single Chanti Blaster Pistol, preferring it to the standard Pugio. He also carries 2 lightsabers, which were made to combine into a Double-Bladed Lightsaber. Though he prefers the double-bladed form, he recognizes the need for a single, or 2 seperate blades. For his armor, he sports a simple set of Sith Marauder Armor. He has a 15-A Locust swoop, which he likes to use for ground transportation.

Thelemy’s Sabers

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