Jun'té'thal Enok | AKA - Enok Shaso͞on | 85 planetary passes or 26.4 cycles
Ju'yavāl of the Enoksǒn clan | Infiltrator, Interrogator, Negotiator, Hunter

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Typical of the Ju'yavāl, Shaso͞on lacks an oral orifice due to his species having evolved beyond the need to communicate through spoken language. Typical of the Enoksǒn clan, Shaso͞on's flesh tone is significantly darker than the pastel purples, blues, and greens of most Ju'yavāl. The Enoksǒn clan has flesh tones ranging from rich purples to obsidian, Shaso͞on's skin teetering between purple and black in colour. The eyes of a Ju'yavāl reflect the colour of the psionic energies, colours which can range across the entire spectrum of light (including ultraviolet). Shaso͞on's eyes, and by extension his energies, are an emerald green that cackles with volatile energy when emitted. In spite of his current predicament, the young Enoksǒn has managed to retain most of his ceremonial garb. He is rarely seen out of his cloak and hood that shroud most of his body, as well as the leather-like armour taken from the beasts local to his people's planet Orous. On his wrists and across his waist are guards made of urellian metal, which best conducts psionic energy and amplifies it further. Along the left side of Shaso͞on's head there is a deep purple scar running from the edge of his eye to the crown of his head.


The Ju'yavāl are an old, reclusive race of psionic peoples who are capable of sharing thoughts, ideas, and emotions with eachother telepathically that originate from the binary planet system of Ulinar and Orous. Civilisation first began in the Banthanai desert of their homeworld Ulinar, where it was easiest for the Ju'yavāl people to feed on the cosmic radiation and sustain themselves. It was through this feeding of energy that thought first began to form in the minds of a formerly primitive people.

Within three hundred years of gathering in the Banthanai desert, the Ju'yavāl had begun to construct towns, they had begun to take from their world to create tools and devices, and soon they had begun to taste the psionic power that they grew to call the Shakseer. The Ju'yavāl grew rapidly from there, developing energy systems, social and caste systems, terrestrial, naval, aeronautical, and then interplanetary travel within the first thousand years that they became a unified people. They first traveled to Orous from Ulinar and established a new home on the planet, discovering that while they were so far apart from their brethern, with the aide of channeling crystals found on Orous they were able to project their powers back to Ulinar. The discovery of the channeling crystals fundamentally changed the Ju'yavāl people as they were now able to exist with a shared neural network of emotion, thought, and reasoning. Every Ju'yavāl was connected with eachother in a way more intimate than most other species could dream of.

The Ju'yavāl reproduce through a process which is best referred to as the melding. A male and female Ju'yavāl will gather in the night and seal off their connection from the other Ju'yavāl to strengthen the bond with their mate. Channeling their psionic energy through each other, they perform an exchanging of DNA which is split and woven together again. The process takes several hours to do and is considered by the Ju'yavāl and some species the Ju'yavāl have mated with to be the single most intimate relationship two beings can ever have with each other (sans fusing and becoming a singular entity). From there a hunk of organic matter is formed and is left to incubate and be exposed to as much cosmic radiation as possible. Within several months a youngling will have formed from the material and will be brought to live with its birth parents until it is old enough to enter and contribute to Ju'yavāl society.

The caste of the Ju'yavāl is split into four categories; The Khola sits at the top, spending their lives in touch with the Shakseer and explore its depths. Beneath them are the Teladari, the warriors and leaders who are expected to master the use of Shakseer for combat and guidance of their people. Selendaste are the craftsman and general workers of the society who maintain, repair, and create technologies. At the bottom are the Zendalar who range from artists to caretakers of young Ju'yavāl to the collectors of channeling crystals. The differences between the castes is not as pronounced in some races, though there is a growing reverence for those among the higher echelons of the caste. Ju'yavāl sees that every member of their species has purpose and it is a rare phenomena for Ju'yavāl to not contribute to the society if they are able bodied. That being said, Ju'yavāl that do not contribute are given a chance for redemption and if they fail to redeem themselves, they are removed from the neural network that binds the species.

Ju'yavāl are capable of living for an incredibly long period of time due to their connection with the Shakseer and the process of melding which can be used to replenish one's body and revitalise it. As of now the oldest living Ju'yavāl remembers the early days of the Shakseer and now sits among the Khola as the most revered member. Ju'yavāl are typically considered infants for the first four passes (the Ju'yavāl year; roughly equivalent to three and a half months or a third of a cycle) of life, and are adolescents for the next twenty to thirty passes. They are then considered to be adults until they are upwards of twelve hundred passes old where they begin to be considered as elders. Due to the longevity of the Ju'yavāl life, their population is relatively small. Ulinar has a population slightly over 650 million, while Orous has a population of 240 million. Across the galaxy the Ju'yavāl have roughly 1.7 billion members across 19 planets.


The Ju'yavāl have always believed strongly in fate. The fate of most things was determined at birth. Time, lineage, gestation, pigmentation, the connection to the neural network, and the age that a child first touches the Shakseer all help determine the fate of a Ju'yavāl. Jun'té'thal was born in the dead of night, on the 12374 recorded cycle. He was to be a child that would wield the Shakseer like a tempest and do so in silence. His flesh was mix of deep purples and swirling blacks, the flesh of a nebulous, and eyes that glowed green in the dead Orous night. He was to be a young man that would meld into the shadows with ease and would explore the cosmos. His father was Té'thal Enok and Jun'thain Enok his mother. He was to be a adult in the Khola or Teladari caste, depending on which lineage proved stronger; his father's warrior spirit or his mother's connection with the Shakseer.

Jun'té'thal grew quickly, his growth accelerated by the teachings of Té'thal and Jun'thain who were each eager to see where fate was to take him. His mother believed him to become a Khola, having seen and helped bring out bursts of raw psionic power that many adults struggled with. His father was firm in his belief that he would join the Teladari; his ability to quickly pick up on how to fight and the band of young Enoksǒn that followed him on his adventures through the Enoksǒn lands exemplifying his martial prowess and innate leadership skills. He grew to become confident in his ability to lead, the weild the Shakseer, and to battle the best the Enoksǒn would have to offer by the time he was encroaching upon adulthood. In a mere forty passes Jun'té'thal had become known by the Enoksǒn as simply Enok, a gesture meant to imply that when his father passed the title of Primarch to his sucessor, Jun'té'thal would be the inheritor and the Enoksǒn would gladly welcome it.

Jun'té'thal began to experiment with both of his fated castes, spending several passes studying with the Khola. At first he was welcomed with open arms by the Khola, partially out of their loyalty to his mother and partially out of respect to the stories that had begun to circulate about him. The Khola would spend their days dull-eyed and silent, extending their psionic energies into what they referred to as the Ulnar. Jun'té'thal was quick to grow impatient and began to experiment with his own psionic powers while the Khola would meditate and reach out to the Ulnar. It was his experimenting that lead him to discover how wildly powerful he could be if he just opened up the floodgates and let loose. The only problem being that he later realised he couldn't figure out how to close those floodgates. A group of high-ranking members of the Enoksǒn Khola were awaked from their meditation when they felt their own energy being torn out from them and quickly sprung into action, realising that Jun'té'thal was not in the room and must have been the cause. They shielded themselves from the maelstrom in the central hall of the Khola temple that was pouring out from the him and proceeded to fight it back until they were nearly on top of him before incapacitating him with humans colloquially refer to as a thought bomb. It involves the act of opening up every thought and memory in one's mind at once, causing excruciating mental anguish as the senses are thoroughly overloaded.

He was removed from the Khola temple and instructed to not return until he has found it within himself to respect the Shakseer and the Ulnar. If it weren't for his lineage, he'd have likely suffered gravely for his actions. Jun'té'thal went on to serve the Teladari for some time to get a feel for the caste. While his father was the commander of the Yvon'ic'zhul, one of the flagships of the Ju'yavāl fleet, he was treated as an initiate and was forced to train and spar with his other initiates. Few initiates lasted more than a few seconds in a match with Jun'té'thal and he was quickly looking to be an apt candidate for membership in the Teladari military. As a final act of initiation before he and his brothers and sisters would be deemed adepts and be welcomed into the caste, the initates were paired off and sent to perform their final act. They would take to the caves of Orous and hunt the skivers. They were each given a urellian cuff to channel their energy into a psi-blade and a urellian clasp to channel their remaining energy into an energy shield or a shroud. A single skiver was well over the height of a Ju'yavāl and had thick hides that were difficult for even a psi-blade to pierce. Jun'té'thal and his brother went into the tunnel systems of Orous that night, confident in their ability to fight any beast. What they weren't prepared for was how easy it was to become separated when the only light emitted came from your blade and you were too focused on the hunt to even notice your partner. It wasn't until the piercing scream ripped into Jun'té'thal's head that he realised that his partner had been separated from him. He ran, following the sensations helped lead all of his people to each other, and as he ran terror began to creep through his entire body. It was not the darkness, nor the screams, not the danger that struck fear into him. It was that the screaming had stopped.

Jun'té'thal found his brother pinned under a skiver, his body eviscerated with barely enough flesh left to be recognisable as the same species. Jun'té'thal had the jump on the creature that was far too busy enjoying its last meal to pay any mind to the new comer and it sloughed over after he hit it with a thought bomb, just as the Khola had done to him earlier and moved in to drive his psi-blade into the underbelly of the beast, splitting it open cleanly. He emerged from the cave system some time later, his brother's urellian cuff donning the opposite wrist of his own, with a mound of skinned flesh from the beast. To his surprise he was not reprimanded for his failure to protect his brother. The others could see what had happened clearly and could feel the anguish that he had felt. They simply took the skinned flesh from him and sent him to rejoin his family. Several days later he was sent the armour, cloak, and hood that all Teladari received when they were welcomed into the caste. His father was beyond pleased; his mother less so, but she was a good sport about it.

Life was calm and serene for nearly thirty passes. He had developed a reputation as both an honorable and serene warrior that had developed some mastery in the use of psionic energy beyond the traditional psi-blade, which he had already usurped by using both his own blade and the blade of his fallen brother. Something few Teladari did, though it was not unheard of. He rarely had time for his family anymore and his visits were few and far between. When he did visit, his mother and occasionally his father would happily greet him and reminisce about his childhood. There were even talks of his mother and father reaching out to some family's whose daughters were interested in becoming acquainted with him. It was during the first meeting with a potential mate at his home that he made his last trip to Orous.

He arrived late in the night, exhausted from spending several passes aboard a capital ship that was acting as a transport for Ulinar settlers to one of the most recently adopted worlds. He had been cautious to even return home though, knowing that his parents had brought over the potential mate for him to meet. She was a fellow Teladari who had seen combat on one of the outer worlds, which had perked his interest. Not many other Teladari served in battle, in spite of their duty as a warrior. He entered his home, immediately becoming aware of the near-silence. There was no sound of movement, no murmurings of voices, no sign of life. Yet there was a single sound deeper within his home. drip drip drip

He moved cautiously, his hands balled into four fingered fists and his cuffs brimmed with energy, ready to burst out at any given moment. He entered the central room and found the source of the dripping and the energy of his cuffs was cut entirely. His mother and father were split open and frozen with wide-eyed colourless stares, the body of the potential mate several feet from them, cut clearly into multiple segments, the scene far more gruesome than any combat he had ever seen, far more gruesome than seeing his brother be torn apart and devoured before him. A voice, twisted and foul as if it was born from a mouth of twisting metal grumbled out from behind him and in an instant all went dark.

He awoke a day later, pinned to the ground by two Teladari imperators who held their blades at his throat. He almost hadn't realised he was their until he felt the heat of their blades. When he had awoken all he had felt was a cold emptiness. As if there had been an insurmountable distance placed beteween himself and the Ju'yavāl. And that's when the pain in the side of his head sank in. The nerve that was used to connect to all other Ju'yavāl had been severed by whatever had attacked him. In that moment he had wished for death.

He was dragged before the Primarch of the Ju'yavāl people and was forced to answer for his acts. They had accused him of slaughtering his family, the revered Jun'thain Enok and Té'thal Enok, as well as the young Ju'yavāl that had yet to be identified. They believed that the wound that had severed his connection from the neural network was an act of desperation to hide his acts. He was still able to project what he had seen into the minds of the others, though they were steadfast in their belief that it was the vision of a maddened murderer, that the visions were carefully crafted deceptions. The day he was stripped of his name and given the title Enok Shaso͞on, a title of damnation, and was given a single crew ship that would send him as far from the Ju'yavāl sector of the galaxy as possible. It was a final, damning act of exocommunication and he took it. If his people wouldn't believe him, then he would take vengeance into his own hands, no matter how many passes it may take.

Going forward all he knew was that that voice and the presence he felt could have meant one thing, something that he had felt and seen in other Ju'yavāl, some who had been slaughtered moments after they felt it. His people had a word for this creature that had killed his family. Kalidari. Or, as the rest of the galaxy knew them: The Dread.


Shaso͞on has mellowed with age. When he was still a youth he was fiery, hard headed, and bold at all points. With his age, even with him being a young adult by most civilisations' standards, he has found patience and serenity. His banishment from his people has forced him to become introspective. He no longer had the infinite wisdom of his people to rely upon and could no longer send his emotions out into the void of the neural network and become comforted by his brothers, sister, mothers, fathers, and elders. He's learned to become wholly self sufficient and expects nothing from any other being in the galaxy. He is still equally secretive and even from his tenure with the Marauders, he has yet to reveal to them much of his own history. His burdens would be his own, but until he found the answers he was searching for he would remain with the Marauders.


Urellian cuffs - attached to his wrists, each is capable of emitting a blade of condensed energy that can rend flesh as easily as steel. The cuffs also act as conduits for channeling psionic energy beyond his person.
Urellian clasp - fasted around Shaso͞on's waist, the clasp house a miniature generator the manipulates the space directly around him and is capable of either rendering him invisible bar a faint rippling effect or creating a shield of octagonal energy panels that become visible when struck.


Ju'yavāl - He is reviled among his own people, the memories of his betrayal burned into the minds of the Ju'yavāl even after his excommunication twenty passes later. It's likely that if he were seen in Ju'yavāl space again, he'd be hunted down with the intent to kill. His people were only generous in their first punishment. Violation of excommunication was the ultimate and final offense. His only allies in his people know are his fellow ex-patriots. Whether they're reliable or not is a whole different story.