The Basics
Name || Valerian Al'Aetherum, Blademaster of Clan Visla
Nicknames || Valerian, Al, Rian the Red, Bulwark, Sith-bait, Jedi-bait
Age || 80, Early Adulthood
Birthday || May 4th
Species || Sith Pureblood
Gender || Male
Alignment/Faction || Lawful Neutral, Mercenaries, Mandalorians
Sexuality || hetero


The Appearance
Face Claim || if applicable. If not, just n/a and move onto the next question.
Height & Weight || 6 ft 7 in., 300 lbs
Identifying Features || With deep, crimson skin and slightly spiky eyebrow and jaw ridges, Valerian's Diabolical appearance is further compounded by his retroreflective amber coloured eyes. Aside from that, his appearance is fairly average for his species, being taller and much heavier than most humans, his physique has been further honed by decades of living amongst the warrior people of Mandalore
Overall || Tall, Red, almost always clad in his traditional Obsidian and Emerald Mandalorian Armour, and armed to the teeth, Valerian is an imposing example of what any Mercenary from the Star Wars Galaxy would wish to be. With his Kite Shield and Rifle carried upon his back, and his sidearms strapped to his waist, he is nearly always prepared for combat


The Personality
Personal Strengths || Valerian is a man of honour, taking to the Resol'nare like a fish to water, he loaths the backstabbing of the Sith and the apathy of the Jedi alike, seeking to make real his view of what's right through action. He thrives in challenging environments, constantly seeking to push his boundaries and expand his knowledge of both the Universe and the Force. He also enjoys spreading his knowledge, strengthening what he sees as his community, his family; He may not be the best at explaining things at times, but it's the thought that counts.

Personal Weaknesses || due to the combination of his natural racial traits and cultural upbringing, Valerian is prone to letting his emotions run loose when under stress, whether it's exhilaration, rage, or despair, he feels everything acutely when not clamping down on them. Without direction he flounders and festers, this is why he adheres to the Mandalorian way so firmly and holds his code higher than life. He is honest to a fault, and keeps his word even when it'd be best not to; he also has a very low tolerance for those who have no honour, and greatly prefers dealing with things out in the open.

Goals || Valerian seeks to aid his clansmen in this trying time, to protect his people's way in the Universe whilst challenging himself. He seeks Battle, he seeks Enlightenment. Adversity is his mistress, and Knowledge his drug.

Fears || Open Water, he's a very poor swimmer due to his dense biology and that's made even worse when he wears armour. He fears death, but fears dishonour even more; his years before joining the Mandalorians were traumatic at best, having survived the horrors of the galaxy's criminal underbelly he clings to honour like a life-preserver. He also has a minor arthropod phobia, but that usually manifests as extra ferocity when killing bugs...

Overall || Valerian is an example of an individual that needs structure to function. Without his code, he is without direction and basically self-destructs. He draws strength from the restrictions he places upon himself and uses that strength to make up for his own inherent weaknesses. He is a warrior-scholar, a teacher of the ways of war, and a talented tactician, but he is neither a leader nor loner. Without someone to fight or protect, he's ungrounded, adrift.


The History
Family Information ||
Mother: Pureblood Sith, Imperial Civilian, Deceased
Father: Pureblood Sith, Minor Sith Lord, Deceased
Other: Clan Visla, adoptive family
Other: 

Homeworld || Korriban, Destroyed, Grew up as the only son of a minor sith lord, raised in the extremely competitive environment of the Sith Temple. Not sad at all that it's gone.

History ||
    Valerian Al'Aetherum started life on the Sith Homeworld of Korriban surrounded by the Empire's most powerful force-wielders and countless acolytes. His training in the force began very early, his father, Lord Arkain Al'Aetherum, doing what he could to give his son an advantage in the unforgiving darwinistic environment around him. He was eventually apprenticed to one of the local Lords alongside multiple other fellow acolytes and forced to compete in increasingly challenging tasks. During this time, he thrived, the constant challenges feeding him as the sun feeds a sapling, but he lacked a certain amount of malicious cunning, being far too scrupulous for his master's liking.
    His fellow apprentices (the two that were left) were bade execute him whilst making it look like an accident. However, unfortunately for them, Valerian obsessively practiced his bladework, and the two were cut down. Fearing the implications of being attacked by both of his fellow acolytes, Valerian stowed away on one of the many shuttles only to find that it belonged to some slavers, the young Sith found himself being sold off to spice miners and working alongside many other unfortunates. He watched as one by one his fellow slaves died of exhaustion, each time resolving live and eventually escape, nurturing his growing rage at the injustice of it. Eventually, after a full year and a half working in the mines, Valerian snapped. The Slavers found themselves dealing with a berserk cyclone of muscle, claw, fist, and telekinetic blast; when Valerian came to, he found the caved in head of the Mine-boss held within his hand, the stench of death everywhere and terrified screams and even cheering of the other slaves surrounding him.
    He and the other slaves escaped on a small freighter, eventually becoming a small band of outlaws, doing what was necessary to survive. Most of the time, Valerian meditated on the Force, honing the only weapons he had, His Mind and Body. Eventually, his small family of outlaws ran afoul of a Mandalorian warband that was protecting their latest target. A battle ensued where Valerian provided cover for his comrades by carrying a durasteel sheet and walking towards the enemy with it. Upon reaching melee range, the Outlaw lept upon the nearest mercenary and proceeded to apply brute force via force-enhanced punch.
    The fight was lost, and his comrades were forced to retreat but were unable to recover him since he'd overextended. The Mandalorians incapacitated him but didn't execute him since they'd been impressed by his performance. The Outlaw, upon waking, found himself betrayed and alone with two choices, die or join his opponents; it was an easy choice.
    Valerian Al'Aetherum found the thing that he had been missing in his life when he joined the Mandalorians: Honour, Structure, and Brothers and Sisters in Arms. The neophyte mandalorian devoured his new culture, further studying the Force in his free time. It was at this time that he discovered his liking for Kinetic weapons, coming to favour a slug-thrower much akin to a battle-rifle over the more common blasters.
    After a decade with the Clan, Valerian was a fully fledged Mandalorian Clad in Armour and wielding a Beskar Vibroblade and Kite Shield against his enemies. It was around this time that he began to garner the attention of Sith and Jedi alike, as his powers in the Force had grown to considerable heights through near constant practice, and whilst he lacked the finesse or versatility of those with more formal training, his abilities were honed on the whetstone of battle. The Sith came to kill him, but found their guts spilled on the ground, the hum of a vibroblade the last thing they heard. The Jedi came to tame him, they were firmly but politely told to leave him the hell alone, he knew where he belonged.
    Valerian would eventually earn the title of Blademaster as recognition of his martial mastery, and he began teaching his fellow clan members all that he had learned, even providing insights into the Force, that whilst not directly useful for those without the Sense could provide useful insights into how one may best a force-wielder. He taught that the Force was a fundamental part of reality, something to be studied and potentially used for purposes both good and evil, both ingenious and idiotic, and that it falls on the individual to decide what they do with it.
Then...
    All Hell broke loose, the very fabric of reality buckled as a horror from the future ripped apart space like a starving nexu beast. Entire empires appeared and disappeared randomly as the waters of time frothed chaotically. The Force wailing in agony as trillions died in the chaos, all seemed to be careening towards oblivion.
Then the Trains came, Trains in space, all logic seemed to have fled the universe when Valerian heard the news, but the trains were taking people to safety, away from the chaos. His clan jumped on the opportunity, better to run than be consumed by the growing instability of space itself.
    When His Clan disembarked from the illogical space train, he found himself in an entirely different galaxy, one barely explored by it's inhabitants yet filled with conflict. The whole Galaxy was a scar, the people completely deaf to the quiet moaning of the universe, but otherwise nigh indistinguishable from people anywhere else. Wars were still fought, people still worked, guns still shot, and criminals were still the scum of the earth. Valerians biggest surprise was to find out that there were other "mandalorians" among the survivors, factions from thousands of years in the future that had lost sight of what they actually were and perpetually fought, Soldiers who only thought of war and rules, brigands who were little more than well armed criminals, and weak pacifists. The Old Mandalorian did his best to avoid those other children, and most of his clan followed his counsel.
    Relatively shortly after their arrival, one of the native races of the Soul-Die-Ban gave a world to the Mandalorians, a gift of unprecedented worth. A Debt was owed that no single individual would be able to pay. Valerian and his clan would go on to serve as mercenaries in order to survive, primarily working for their benefactors, the Sangheili; Valerian would also continue his teaching, all while studying the Force within this new galaxy in order to get a better understanding of why it felt like an open wound.
    Eventually, the two organizations Valerian respected most, the Sangheili and Galactic Railways, had established an transportation hub in another galaxy. Seeing an opportunity to escape the bickering and pettiness of the other mandalorian factions, Valerian acquired a ticket and made way for the so-called Triangulum Galaxy.


Other Information || He likes dogs, they're loyal and social creatures.


The Verse-specific details
Abilities || Force Adept: being sensitive to the Force, Valerian has learned how to channel it, first with formal training and then through self-study and experimentation. He tends to reserve his powers for only when they're needed, seeing them as extra tools in his arsenal. Also worth noting, his powers are all focused on himself, fortifying himself or his gear, rather than manipulating things at a distance.

    Precognition: being very limited, more akin to a danger-sense than actual divination, this passive ability allows Valerian to react unnaturally fast when he pays attention to it. It generally manifests as a sense of foreboding or a gut feeling. Unfortunately, it doesn't provide any advantages when dealing with conversations.

    Force Speed: This ability essentially slows down the world to Valerian's perception, making the world appear up to 10 times slower without hindering his own actions for very short bursts or simply half as fast for up to a minute or two of real-time. Using this ability strains the body, and excessive use will lead to injury.

    Force Weapon: With this ability, Valerian sheathes his blade in telekinetic energy making it both sharper and more resilient to weapons like the Lightsaber. He's also managed to adapt it to his Shield, making it nigh-indestructible when charged (taking into account it's material). It can also be used on his fists to similar effect, making him deadly at all times. He can maintain this ability for a few minutes at most before needing to rest, meaning that he only uses it when necessary.

    Force Sight: With some concentration, Valerian is able to perceive his surroundings with sufficient detail so as to navigate safely and precisely, it only shows the general shape of his surroundings, allowing for safe navigation but not showing any fine details. with it he can "see" a few hundred yards out. Whilst this ability isn't physically fatiguing, the mental strain of using his brain to process information that it wasn't exactly designed to process builds up and can cause migraines if used in excess.

    Force Jump: A standard for nearly all force-users, this ability allows him to leap incredible distances by fortifying his body telekinetically. His general limit for a force-enhanced leap would be around 10-12 meters straight up (5-6 times his height) or roughly three times that horizontally. This ability, like Force Speed, is physically straining, and as such reserved only for when it's necessary. theoretically he could manage 4-5 empowered jumps before needing to recuperate.

    Force Barrier: A very simple application of the force, Valerian has sharpened his own version down to a razors edge. This ability is the foundation for his Force Weapon ability, and he can also use it for defending himself from attack. He can envelope himself in a field to deflect most of the energy of a grenade, block a few blasts of energy, or block a small barrage of kinetics (a dozen or two shots depending on the energy). He can maintain a full-body envelope for about a minute before needing to stop and rest, and can maintain proportionally smaller shields for proportionally longer times, with him being able to use his bare palms to deflect stuff for a quarter hour theoretically.

    Telekinesis: Valerian utilizes this ability in an unusual manner, instead of manipulating things from afar, he instead uses it to help him lift things manually, adding his telekinetic strength to his physical. He can get up to 10x his normal strength for short bursts like Force Speed or simply double it for minutes at a time. Again, like Force Speed, it's physically straining, but the consequences of overdoing it are even more severe due to the masses involved.

Skills || Valerian is a master of the Sword-and-Shield as well as unarmed combat, his style for the former being highly defensive and the latter being highly aggressive; He'll occasionally substitute the Sword for a Ranged weapon, usually a sidearm. He's a Skilled marksman as well, specializing in Long-ranged combat and CQC with Rifles and Pistols respectively.
He's a capable Pilot by virtue of his sense for danger, but dislikes flying ships. He's also an accomplished Gun, Blade, and Armoursmith. He's a fan of philosophy and scholarly pursuits, and has a competent but still amateur understanding of them. Finally, he has basic medic training.

Training || 
Formal: Swordsmanship (Korriban, his father's training), Sword-and-shield (Mandalorian Training), Marksmanship (Mandalorian Training), Piloting (Mandalorian Training), Weapon and Armourcraft (Mandalorian Training and working with Clan Craftsmen), Basic Medic Training (Mandalorian Training)
Informal: Pugilism (lot's of practice but eventually some formal training to refine it), Philosophy and other nerdy shit (simple enthusiasm/curiosity along with a standard education)

Combat Strengths || Valerian's large size and exceptional Density (compared with humans) combine with his Martial skill and Force powers to make him extremely formidable in CQC whilst his armour provides a lot of protection from whatever blows make it through his defense. His training also makes him a competent sniper, but it's not his specialty. His skeleton is approximately twice as dense as a Human's with a suitable increase in durability.

Combat Weaknesses || Valerian Struggles in mid-ranged combat and long-drawn-out fights that require him to use his supernatural abilities. He is also practically useless in aquatic environments due to his instinctive fear of deep water. He also relies on equipment and tactics that tend to make him vulnerable to flanking.

Additional Details || As A Sith Pureblood of average size, Valerian is capable of lifting around 350-400 pounds. He's also better adapted to cold environments, but poorly suited to hot and humid ones (compensated for with his armour). His caloric needs are approximately double that of a normal Human's due to having much more mass, and he's quite capable of eating things like ghost peppers and the like due to not being affected by capsaicin. As a Sith Pureblood, He can expect to live till the age of 350 to 400+ if he's lucky. He's also lactose intolerant.

Weapons || 
Knowledge and Strength: Beskar-Steel Vibroblade, the blade is 90 cm long with a 20 cm handle coming to 135 cm including the pommel and guard, the blade is honed to an incredibly sharp edge and laminated in ceramic. The Blade also vibrates at an extremely high frequency, driven by a motor that can run for about an hour before needing to charge; for efficiency's sake, Valerian usually only turns the motor on shortly before entering melee combat. An EMP or something of the sort disables the motor, making the blade a perfectly normal sword.

Serenity and Duty: Beskar-Steel Kite Shield, approximately 5 feet tall and 2.5 feet at the widest point and 2 inches thick, this Shield is pretty simple but very heavy, only usable by Valerian due to his super-human physique and extensive training. It has an integrated shield generator that can run for a minute before needing a recharge that effectively triples it's durability for the duration.

Honour: Traditional Mandalorian Armour made with Beskar-Steel Plating, total weight around 80 lbs, Includes climate control suite, jetpack with enough fuel for a minute of continuous flight at up to 100 kph, Wrist-mounted flame-thrower with enough fuel for 3 good bursts, and a wrist-mounted hold-out gun with space for up to 5 0.45 rounds. The Primary Colour is Black with a Mottled Forest Green Pattern, other colourations may be applied via paint for various environments.

Discipline: Long-range Marksman Rifle, Uses Kinetic rounds, equivalent to a UNSC DMR. Has an effective range of 1.5km and a scope with 10x and 100x magnifications. Clip Size: 10 rounds. Semi-Auto.

Brutality: Basically a Desert Eagle. Usually loaded with AP rounds. Can fit 6 rounds. Valerian is capable of wielding it single-handed due to his strength and the fact that his wrists are more durable.

Beskar, also known as Mandalorian Iron, is an exceptionally resilient metal capable of withstanding multiple lightsaber strikes, having a hardness similar to Titanium, and capable of being alloyed with various other elements to compensate for it's brittleness and change it's colour.
When alloyed with Carbon, it becomes more flexible, much like Traditional Iron does, and thus better for armour and weapons.
Unfortunately, no known source exists within the Sol-Daiban galaxy, and working it without specialized knowledge (knowledge jealously guarded by the Mandalorians) is nigh-impossible.
Weapons and Armour made from Beskar are generally superior to Titanium or Steel equivalents and they are capable of blocking/deflecting/withstanding a few consecutive strikes from plasma or lightsaber-equivalent energy weapons, but the difficulty of working the metal restricts it's smiths to melee, shields, and armour, and it's weight limits the usability of said weapons to those with sufficient strength.
NOTE: THE ABOVE IS A PRELIMINARY ATTEMPT AT BALANCING THE MATERIAL WITHIN THE SETTING, CHANGES WILL ALMOST CERTAINLY BE MADE

Ship || N/A
Current Story || Valerian has arrived in the Triangulum Galaxy, roughly 6 months before the events of Mass Effect 1, in search of knowledge, and individuals willing to join the ranks of Mandalore.


The Roleplayer
Pen Name || Lore, Telaros, Zarus, Valerian, Captain Neckbeard of the S.S. Fedora, Jaques, Seeker, Riftwalker, Johann, John, any of these will work just fine
Age || 19 and some months
Other Characters here on Monomachiarum || Lore Seeker
Roleplay Sample || 
    The Impossible Train came to a stop, the few passengers started to shift out of their seats and retrieve their belongings and file out onto the platform. An suit of unusual armourgets up from one of the numerous benches and retrieves a pair of duffel bags, the wearer sighs after a couple moments, the Force was still as screwed up as a lactose intolerant Rancor's stool after it ate a herd of cattle. At least it wasn't a splurting fountain of screeching sewage like the Soul-Die-Ban, oh what he'd give for a... what'd the "Terrans" call it? Oh yeah, a Tylenol.
    The crimson warrior stepped out onto the platform to end up staring at another group of humans... just how many galaxies did those buggers colonize? Heading over to the arrivals counter he felt about with the force whilst he tried to rub the fatigue out of his eyes, it was a long ride.
    The terminal chirped as he approached, requesting credentials, fairly standard.
    Valerian Al'Aetherum, Mercenary/Scholar, Unaffiliated, Destination Citadel
    "Hey you, big guy with the shield, what's your business?"
    Valerian glanced over his shoulder, his helmet's HUD highlighting one of the local aliens and his(?) uniform and weapons, Local law enforcement, not a threat.
    "I'm here for the opportunities, and to get away from the drama back home, you know how extended family can be sometimes, right? I Assure you, I'm not here to start some newfangled tech cult or whatever it is you locals are worried about, although I'd certainly like to get my hands on some of the technology here and compare it with my own handywork. Would you happen to know where the hygienic facilities may be located? My eyes are practically swimming after that trip and I'd really appreciate some relief. Oh, and speaking of relief, would you happen to have any of those Tylenol things, I've got a splitting headache from listening to all that noise."
    The officer's momentum falters slightly under the barrage of questions.
    "Oh, also, how may I refer to your species, you're obviously not human, sangheili, or anything else I've seen."
    "Turian, and the bathrooms are over there, meet me at the security desk when you're done, anyone arriving whilst carrying a small arsenal is suspicious."

Some Decades before:
    Pops and crackles skitter across the Durasteel as Valerian lugged it towards the enemy position, the Force flowing through is arms and legs and he willed it to support the load. His comrades beside him fire at the mercenary defenders.
    "Rian, move left slightly, Dahk, 'Nade them, Tarvoni---"
    A blaster bolt ripped through the air, catching Karsen in the throat, the hapless pirate falling limply to the ground as his incinerated spinal cord fails to deliver any more signals.
    A Detonator sails over Valerian's head, it's explosion shreds apart Dahk and Tarvonis and sprays the Sith with shrapnel.
    Pain, Anger, Fear.
    Rage.
    A massive roar rips through the raider's throat as he leaps through the air, the world slowing to a crawl before his eyes. He sees little more than silhouettes as his vision fills with red, the mercenaries bounce about like rag dolls as he crushes armour and snaps limbs. A couple blaster bolts skid across his hide, repelled by an invisible force while others slip through and sear the flesh beneath. The world starts to catch up, the steel resists his grasp, one of the mercs brings back the butt of his rifle and ---

Blackness

    "Think we should bring this one back with us?"
    "Tough SOB, can always be target practice if he won't straighten up."
Anything Else ||