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Character
Delam Mairev
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"To each of us fell a task, and all the empire ever required was that we died standing."
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Physical Records
Species: Human
Skin Color: Pale
Force Sensitive: "I am no witchkin."
Sex: Male
Homeworld: Thadriel (Destroyed)
Height: 6'1
Weight: 201 LBS
Body Type: Toned
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Age: Twenty-two standard years.
General Description: Delam stands slightly taller than the average human at a little less than two meters in height. He is not particularly huge, though by no means scrawny. He bears the form of a soldier, and carries himself in the fashion of an officer.
His hair is kept cropped short to his head and is a shade of dark brown. His eyes are a dull hazel and scars from various engagements mar his body. The state of constant warfare his fallen Empire found itself in has left a great toll upon his body - his left eye was torn from the socket and given a cybernetic replacement. His right leg and right arm have both been similarly replaced, as well as one of his lungs and part of his stomach. In essence, Delam is as much machine as he is man, a living symbiotic blend of the two.
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Statistical Dossier
Titles: War-Priest, Sergeant,
Faction: ---
Voice Recording: Access
Musical Theme: The Price of a Mile
Religious Orientation: Priest of the Imperator's Cult
Things of Note: Xenophobic, Intolerant, Zealotry, Extremely Loyal, Chaste, Antagonistic
Strengths: Cybernetic Strength, Military Experience, Versatility, Imperator's Holy Blessing
Weaknesses: Technological Ignorance, Cannot Fly Without Droid Assistance, Multiple Sores and Permanent Wounds, Personality
Personality Overview: Delam is the product of a society forced into intolerance and ignorance for the sake of its own survival. He is a young man of dark humor and a gruff exterior, content to toil on for whatever greater purpose he perceives himself as serving. While open and conversational with humans, Delam has a darker side when in the presence of aliens - even near-humans. This can range from simple dislike, to outright hostility given his location and the alien's personality.
Delam possesses a fascination with technology and holds it in an almost holy light, clearly revering any vessel that can achieve hyperspace travel or weapon that can fire lasers or plasma rather than slugs. He would gladly give his life for any he might consider and ally, and meets his enemies with unwavering hatred and brutality in battle. The former warrior-priest is a man of his own values: loyalty, honor, and service. He is a man that needs a cause, and given his past, one that excludes the vile xenos and treacherous witches that destroyed the Golden Empire from within and without.
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History
In the time of the Taung and early Coruscant, humanity first began to seed the galaxy with life ships. Many of these early voyages ventured into parts unknown. The galaxy was slowly settled by humanity, some within the inner rim, others on the outer, and on two ill fated ships, to the farthest fringes beyond the galactic eye. Led by early force-sensitives, the ships were guided via the aid of the force to this lost land in the unknown regions far beyond the charted ranges on any modern star maps.
It was there the Golden Empire, under the watchful eye of its Imperator, spread throughout the stars. After conquering a number of systems the Imperator and his legions came across an alien civilization of equal measure that immediately declared holy war upon the Empire. The war was long and costly, and only came to a stalemate when a third faction, then a fourth, joined the fray.
Humanity found its worlds threatened on all sides. In response, the Golden Empire mobilized. Billions of men and women were brought into a war across hundreds of worlds at the edge of the galaxy. For generations, men fought to defend the same hills their grandfathers had perished to take.
It was in this dark age that Delam came to be.
He, like so many other children of the time, was born to two soldiers on the fringes of the war. He was taken back to one of the agricultural worlds along with the other war-children and taught the basics of education. He learned to read, to write, and to forever venerate humanity's great Imperator and the Golden Empire.
When the boy reached the age of fourteen, he, like his mother and father, was brought into service. Outfitted with a slug-thrower and given a plasteel breastplate, Delam joined his former classmates on the front-line. Slowly, the Empire's forces began to expand, and Delam always managed to crawl out of battle relatively unscathed. With survival came experience, and Delam was quickly given the rank of sergeant. With renewed pride, he fought with great zeal so that he might survive and one day live to see the Imperator's great city.
Unfortunately, that day never came.
Force adepts within the Empire, the Imperator's most trusted advisers, staged a coup. The usurpers were defeated by loyalist forces, but not without great cost. The defensive fleets were severely weakened and the Imperator gravely wounded. Delam was recalled to the Empire's capital to assist in its defense, but by then it was too late.
An invading force genocidal xenos had broken through the blockades and began to lay siege to the Empire's fortresses for three weeks. One by one, Delam's men fell. For every man that died, the Empire lost a meter.
It was there in the holy Imperal Capital that Delam began to shine. The warriors of the outer guard were station just beyond the city's walls. For thirteen days, the aliens swarmed the walls, and for thirteen days, Roran and the other sergeants managed to hold the line. It took the arrival of three armored companies from the enemy to break their formation, and even then the wall still stood.
Once the enemy attack finally broke, Delam was called back to speak with Imperator's personal guardsmen. Under their orders, Delam was to remain within the inner walls to serve as the guard's auxiliary. For weeks he waited, and for weeks he spoke with the Imperator personally. Though wounded, the Imperator was still a master of the Force. His praise and the battle meditation he exerted on his warriors did not go unnoticed by Delam, and it was then that the boy truly began to understand the Imperator's power.
It was then that he accepted the Imperator's Cult and began to view the Imperator as more god than mortal.
Another week passed, and the walls were finally broken. Powerful force-adepts spearheaded the assault into the the Imperial Capital, and the Imperator rose to meet them. He and his surviving advisers struck down the xenos in great hordes. Delam remained by his side throughout the assault, losing both and arm and a leg in the defense of his great Imperator when one of the adepts hurled a massive boulder at him.
Ferocious though the Golden Empire might have been, it was surrounded on all sides. Recognizing this, the Imperator ordered Delam to escort civilian transports deep into the catacombs below the city. Grudgingly, Delam agreed. The pseudo-evacuation went smoothly enough, until the royal army finally broke. The Imperator and his followers were extinguished in some arcane ritual that destroyed half the alien army, and annihilated the outer layers of the city.
The morale of the surviving defense force was crushed, but still they fought on. Delam joined one of the last security details above the catacombs in a final effort to halt the aliens. It was a suicidal act, but Delam was fueled by grief and despair; death had been a welcome comfort.
As night fell, Delam was rendered unconscious by a concussive blast that took his left eye. Fortunately, one of the retreating warriors scooped him up and carried him deep into the catacombs.
It was there that the Imperator's promise became manifest. A massive hive ship of ancient design said to carry a fabled hyperdrive had been hidden beneath the palace and crewed with the survivors of the Imperial Capital's civilian population. The Imperator's generals ordered the surviving defense force soldiers aboard and brought the ship to life. The Imperal Palace was ripped apart as the earth beneath it shattered and the hive ship shook the very planet itself.
With its advanced shields and sub-light engines, the hive ship managed to break orbit and the blockade just in time for its occupants to see the xeno fleets glassing their former home.
The ship traveled on a pre-rendered course toward the outer rim. For half a year, it traveled toward the known galaxy, and came to rest on an asteroid belt at the edge of the galaxy. The remnants of the defense forces spread out in various ancient starfighters to explore this forgotten universe, and to find a place for the Golden Empire's survivors to call home.
Delam chose to make his own way, and finish the final task the Imperator had given him in private just moments before his death. From time to time he would return to the hive ship and its small colonies, but his attentions fell toward the wider galaxy at large.
He had a final task to complete.
