Darth Rixas
Unto the Knife
"Would you trust a flower that bloomed in a dark room?"
- Name: Oron Verd
- Alias: The Marauder, Darth Angrel(Former), Ashogo-Kel(Former)
- Alignment: True-Neutral
- Faction: N/A
- Rank: Master
- Species: Near-Human
- Gender: Male
- Height: 6'1
- Eyes: Crimson
- Hair: Short and Shaggy
- Skin: Mocha
- Force Sensitive? Sure
+ Juggernaut- Oron is a warrior in every sense of the word. He is proficient at lightsaber dueling, brawling, and traditional melee combat, particularly with swords and spears.
+Marksman- As a Mandalorian, and a former member both the Confederacy of Independent Systems and the Omega Protectorate, Oron has spent a fair amount of time around firearms. Oron's training ensures that he is capable of expertly wielding marksman rifles, scatterguns, automatic weapons, most pistols, and most anti-vehicle weapons.
+ Perception- Despite his seeming disregard for any strategy, Oron has regularly displayed more understanding than one would expect. He is very adept at finding and exploiting weaknesses in his opponents' techniques, and likewise adjusting to his opponent's attack patterns and battle methods to better counter them. Outside of combat, he also has a knack for deductive reasoning, as well as being an astute judge of character and problem solver.
- Tank Mentality- Combined with both his armor, choice in weapons, and defensive abilities, Oron tends to throw himself in the middle of battle. His reliance on his defenses in combat is a crutch that can be taken away from him with the right moves.
- Mentalism- He has no defenses against mental assaults and has no means to launch an offensive mental attack of his own.
- Other Flaws- Oron suffers from survivors remorse, is erratic, self-critical, bold and blunt; While sometimes being unsophisticated, stubborn, overprotective and over confident.
Learned- ∆∆▲ Versed- ∆▲▲ Mastered- ▲▲▲
Telepathy- ▲▲▲
Breath Control- ∆▲▲
Force Barrier- ▲▲▲
Force Speed- ▲▲▲
Force Sense- ∆▲▲
Force Crush- ∆▲▲
Force Jump- ▲▲▲
Force Push- ▲▲▲
Sith Alchemy- ∆▲▲
Force Lightning- ▲▲▲
Force Strength- ▲▲▲
Force Combustion- ∆▲▲
Drain Life: ∆▲▲
Guns:
One Harpy Sniper Rifle
Revolver
One Light Machine Pistol
Melee:
Two Lightsabers, Violet Crystals
One Dauntless Blade
Two Energy Swords
Splinter Knives
Kebii'Aden
Traps:
Anti-Armor Caltrops
Gear:
Beskar'Gam
One OBL-3 Attack Drone
Bang Slugs
Basic Slugs
I.
The spark of life that would eventually become Oron started on the planet Enarc. A land where the rich were secluded in their walled city and the poor were left to survive in the slums. In the midst of this poverty, Oron's mother, that evil serpent, thought it best to sell him to a duo of slave traders whom offered them 300 credits for the 8 year old boy. Elated to flee the abusive grip of his mother, Oron didn't put up a fight as his binding cuffs were placed on his small wrists and he was escorted from his broken home.
After weeks of being secluded to a slave pin with a group of other children around his age, they were eventually sold to vendors on a planet called Kariek- home of the Eickarie lizard people. Up until he turned 11, Oron was trained purely in melee combat. He along with his mates utilized daggers, short swords, and energy swords. Sparring was a sport on this planet, and it often ended with a participant dying. He himself had nearly been replaced several times as he experienced multiple near-death experiences from near-fatal blood-loss or numbing blunt force trauma- usually to the head or chest. Blood sport, especially in the case of children should't be entertaining, but to the Eickarie all forms of battle were worth rallying around.
When he turned 12, he began his training in firearms which consisted of mostly blaster pistols. And when he finally turned 14, he graduated to the adult academy. These years were crucial, as his skill increased tremendously. He used the scars of his past mistakes to outmaneuver and out-think his opponents, which usually allowed him to issue out embarrassing defeats or in some cases, death. This increase in skill was attributed by his superiors as a testament of their training regime and Oron being supremely talented but what neither party realized his Force sensitivity. Through it's guidance, he was able to skate along the lines of death and later it helped him dominate in other fields. By the time he was 16 he was promoted from the academy and became an official Kariek Ranger. The youngest of any species ever to achieve such a feat.
Being a Kariek Ranger, meant that now Oron was not only a working slave- but one with an extremely dangerous job. As a Ranger, Oron was the captain of his own squad, being the most gifted combatant of his group. He would lead his squad into the tunnels, draw out Shredder Bats and Saurians and kill them, which allowed the Eickarie miners to find ore, extract it and move deeper into the tunnels without fear. Oron was wounded many times during these tours, and had two near-death experiences but always recovered and returned with better strategies and eventually paired his combat efficiency with stealth in order to turn the tables and ambush the predators.
When he turned 18, he was promoted once more and had access to more training regimes, weapons, instructors, and even piloting which is when he became a much more efficient and total soldier. After graduating from these courses however, he was assigned to the tunnels once more, but this time to enforce security. Oron learned that life on Kariek was turning out to be much worse than slavery, and enforcing security meant that he would work alongside the Eickarie lizards in murdering and torturing slaves. Oron spoke against it, but the Warlord refused to change their inhumane system on Kariek. Instead, he suspected the time invested in Oron was now toxic and instead of seeing his system undone he disposed of the outsider he'd let into his hierarchy and framed Oron, sending him to a prison known only as Kiffex.
II.
Oron found life as a prisoner equally as awful as than that of a slave. His term was meant to be indefinite but by the time he turned 20, he'd formulated a plan to escape once a new prison guard squad was installed into the Kiffex colony. One of these new guards were assigned to Oron's Row. He was green, fresh, barely 18, and could hardly hold his gun. He beat weaker prisoners in an attempt to express superiority, but Oron saw through the haze. He knew men by now. Especially those on the darker side of the morality spectrum and this guy was a pretender.
During a routine recess opening, the fresh guard moved to unlock Oron's cell and once he'd done so Oron moved quickly, overpowering the weaker man and knocking him unconscious. Using this small window of opportunity to flee, he pulled the guard's pistol, shot down the remaining guards in the hallway and sprinted out of the prison where he confronted a final team of security guards standing between him and his freedom. Emerging victorious, he commandeered one of the colony's only space freighters and flee'd the planet.
The Company put a bounty on Oron and he became a wanted man, a fugitive, on every planet in the sector, instantly becoming pursued by nearly every bounty hunter, cutthroat, and mercenary in the space lanes. Every time he killed one of them, their deaths were added to his list of serial killings until approximately 7 months later, Oron was cornered by a crew of bounty hunters whom attempted to shoot him out of the sky. Using what knowledge he had of piloting, he over-clocked the freighter's systems, pushing the ship to it's full potential at the risk of irreversible damage as he evaded their weapons and flew to the nearest planet, desperately attempting flee them. He'd hoped the obstacles of the grounds below would help him shake the bounty hunters from his trail but his efforts were for naught. They landed a shot on the rear of his craft- and then another. Realizing his ship lost power, he released his steering controls and braced for impact as his ship rolled into the grasslands and exploded, giving up his bounty and seemingly his life in the process.
III.
Oron awoke in a temple on the planet Rago. He'd been discovered and saved by a mysterious Jedi named Telikus, whom sensed the Force Presence of Oron and upon finding him alive and mostly unharmed welcomed him into his temple. Upon entrance, Oron began his training in the ways of the Force, but amidst his training he was constantly warned of his disruptive emotions for fear that they would lead him to the Dark Side. Such things were hard to comprehend for Oron, as he'd been raised in violence and filth. He was 21 years old now and it was extremely difficult for him to change his ways, let alone become accustomed to a brand new culture.
Several years later, Oron departed from the temple, unable to grasp the teachings of his instructor. Although he didn't leave the planet, he found refuge miles and miles away in the warring countries of Slavosk and Maruntia. The wars had been going for centuries now and the young man thought it best to participate and help end it, one way or another. Oron was accepted into the Slavoskian Army of Nacirema at the age of 25.
Nacirema was a Sith Sorceress whom reigned over a dark, twisted faction of barbarians and warriors fighting to gain control of Slavosk, the land allied with Telikus' Jedi. Oron's time with Nacirema gave him the privilege to dive as deep into his own vat of savagery and darkness as he pleased, and as he fought and won battles for her army he was eventually given the rank of General as well as being a valuable assassin, a skill set first nurtured from his time spent in the Kariek mines.
The Wars of Rago raged for a few more years until finally Oron successfully infiltrated his old temple and assassinated Telikus. With the Jedi dead, he used the man's appearance and learned mannerisms during a mission of subterfuge to gain access to the Maruntian capital city where he remained for 7 months. Over this period of time he assassinated several key figures including military leaders, politicians, and various high-stature citizens. Having single handedly ended the war, he returned home to Slavosk where a squad of Mandalorians awaited his return.