|| THE BASICS ||
- Full name: Oni'Maera
- Preferred Name: Oni
- Alias:
- The Heretic Gladiator
- Tenabrak
- Titles:
- N/A
- Species: Draelvasier (Birthed)
- Race: Baedurin
- Homeworld: Draemidus Prime
- Faction(s):
- Independent
- Anti-Brynadûl
- Rank(s):
- Tenabrak
- Class:
- Marauder
- Warrior
- Gladiator
- Master(s): None
- Padawan(s): None
- Force Sensitive: No, Force Dead
- Force Alignment: True Neutral
- Gender: Male
- Age: Prime
- Height: Nine Foot Even
- Weight: 2.4 Tons
- Complexion: Gray/Alabaster
- Eye Color: Red
- Hair Color: None
- Distinguishing Marks: Various scars, Blackened Veins.
- Voice Sample: Marauder - Doom Eternal
- Appearance Description: Much like many other of his kind. Oni stands at a staggering Nine foot height, with a rather lean build considering his size. Lighter than typical Baedurin. Looking more like a humanoid figure than his brethren. Hosting a extremely light pigment of his skin. Considered an Albino of the species. Sprouting Horns from the top, and side of his head. Following up with a couple other bone like protrusion from the head. Fortifying and protecting him from head trauma. One of the reasons he is considered a Tenabrak is his acceptance, and usage of Technology, as well as technology coming from other species. Namely the Yuuzhan Vong. As almost all of their utilities were bio-technology. As such, he can be seen using such technology.
- Marital Status: Single
- Sexual Conduct: Asexual
- Languages:
- Galactic Basic - Native
- Draelvasier - Native
- Occupation:
- Brynadul Hunter
- Tenabrak
- Residence: None
As one of the previous members of the Brynadul, Oni'Maera is trained in the usage of weaponry, battle tactics, and even their martial arts of Maerd-Ka. As one of the Draelvasir, Oni is gifted immense strength and durability. Not only are the Baedurin rather fast for their size, having almost pure muscle rippling along their form and frame, but with Oni being much lighter than the average Baedurin, provides him a mobility superior to that of his betrayed brethren. Posessing superior flesh to resist most energy or heat based weapons. Things such as Lightsabers, Blasters, and even Charric weapons can be resisted to quite a degree. More over, not just having superb skills, but a tactical mind, one to be advanced due to his integration of other technologies that are typically opposed by the Brynadul as a whole. As like many others of his kind, an aptitude of an "Apex Predator" allows for easier connection with animals or creatures to fight along side him, or the zealotry of his mind. One that he will not be swayed from.
However, even with all of these strengths, The bitter cold is one of the major weaknesses of this individual. Not only that, but even water would be difficult to swim in due to his size, and weight. Having more body mass to move. This also prevents a host of stealth applications. He is also unable to use the force. In fact, he is considered "Force Dead." Unable to be directly affected by the force in any way.
Having been affected, and afflicted with Yuuzhan Vong Technology to a minor degree, mainly to replace, or otherwise empower himself with technology, usage of the Mqaaq'it to replace his eyes and see in various spectrums that normal humans, or even his own kind cannot. Also being introduced to Steng's Talons in which act as hidden weaponry to be used as a last resort.
|| POSSESSIONS ||
- Ranged Weapons
- Doombringer - Count Two
- Lawgiver - Count Two
- Devastator - Count One
- Melee Weapons
- Soothsayer Energy Sword - Count Two
- Armor
- Utilities
- -
- Vehicles
- Starships
- -
- Permissions
|| BIOGRAPHY: ||
Birthed like many of the other of the Draelvasier, Oni'Maera was not gifted the the talents which he wished to possess. As one of the Baedurin, he was held within the responsibilities of his race. Forgemasters, Warriors, and even the chance to be a Cheiftan should he have wished to challenged the current leader of the Brynadul. However, he wishes for none of this. His early months of "adolescence" prepared him to be fighting along side his brothers and sisters upon the field of battle. Genocide all who stood in their path of becoming the apex life form. All under the leadership of their Chieftain. Being taught, that only the strongest of them, showing no weakness ever, would be the ones to lead them into an age which was unlike any before.
These teachings, sent him down a path in which he would never expect.
Questioning to himself, who really was the strongest species? Humans, and their unwavering might against the Brynadul as they razed planet after planet, system after system. Yet they continued to evade the Mighty Tathra and his army and fleet. They sought to eat the flesh of the strongest of any of the species. Hoping to get even a chance of becoming stronger and without weakness. Yet, all that Oni'maera could see among them, was weakness. Cold, heat, Stealth, the Anger that could lead them to fight even one another should egos come to bare. While Infighting was extremely rare, dubbed as a weakness and thus were hunted down and killed without remorse. Once Comrades in arms, now your own enemy. For simply thinking out of the norm. To feel that maybe, just maybe, there was more to this galaxy that could be used other than livestock and a source of food.
Yes, Oni'Maera still wished to end the lives of humans, to feast upon the strongest of them, or their beast companions, or even to fight and become stronger with a Logic that dying by a Sword shall bring strength. Why would the Drael limit themselves to end the likes of Technology that Near-humans used and utilized to such a degree, that they were able to evade, and outright defeat his brethren?
He saw only weakness.
Taking to himself, Oni'maera left his brothers and sisters. Taking up and exploring the galaxy. Acquiring technology that the Drael so hated, seeing how they were used and the viable strength they could bring him and his kin. However, doing so, meant he was no longer one of them. Worse than an outcast. Their Drones were treated better than the likes of the Tenabrak. Which he now is.
Wanting to bring not an end to the war, but more so an end to this tribalism thinking, and limited knowledge of all that he could see among the galaxy, Oni seeks out to convert his brethren to join him, and bring about an age of the Draelvasir in which is not hindered by the traditions of old ways.
Standing alone, his quest to better his own people, forces him to stand against his own, and without allies.
This will not be easy.
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