Cornelius Velle

Cornelius Velle
Biographical Information
Race	Thyferran
Homeworld	Thyferra
Father	Alexander Velle
Mother	Alterra Velle
Spouse	None
Siblings	None
Children	None
Born	Unknown
Imperial Service
Branch	Imperial Army Imperial Stormtrooper Corps
Position	Major
Prior Service	Imperial Academy Recruit
Awards

Cornelius Velle, born under an affluent family banner of progressive occupation and unwavering loyalty the Galactic Empire, was an up-and-coming name amongst the elite of high-Thyferrans. After countless years of paramilitary training during his youth, studies under the tutelage of his father's business, and a brief time served in the private security sector in the underworld of Corellia, Velle joined the Imperial Military. Velle now serves his time in the Stormtrooper Corps, honing the skills taught to him from basic training and sharpening his mental awareness, awaiting for the day to be called upon to serve the Empire's will.

"Success is not measured by the efforts, but instead, by the results."

—Cornelius Velle

Description

Appearance

Albeit his kind already known for their height and complexion, Velle stands a near two meters tall, wih a fit build and lighter skin tone. From his time in the business and security world, he can be found clean shaven and blond hair cut short (or slicked back when grown out). There are no tattoos and traceable scarring on most visable parts of his body other than those that have mostly faded, though, some deeper scars may be caught by the eye from those by either those who serve alongside Velle back in the encampments or those who spend late nights in his company.

In the field, Velle has forgone his modified heavy battle armor and custom weaponry for the Imperial-issued Snowtrooper armor and a standard-issued E-11 blaster, fitting for his rigorous training during the snowstorms on the rolling hills and glaciers of Improcco. When not on-duty, he can be found in neat and trim attire, befitting the occassion he attends. Be it Imperial uniform, evening suit, or a relaxed ensemble, Velle is usually found wearing clothes tending towards the darker color tones.

Personality and Mannerisms

Composed and collected, Velle can be found back straight, head held high. His eyes flicker the around every room he is in, and he holds a sly yet playful smile. His responses: direct, cunning, testing. Velle has been known to respond with mindful foresight, throwing out sarcastic and witty jabs when met with the opportunity made by others. Some view his persona as a superior air of confidence, while others see it as an excess of pride. Nevertheless, it has been jested on more than one occasion that Velle is "a man's man and a lady's man, all while being his own man".

Early Life

Youth

Velle was sent into privatized schools, mastering the art of business and numbers from academic tutors. After arriving home, he would often learn the intricacies of dejarik from his mother, Alterra Velle, who had mastered the game during a time in her life amongst spice runners and vagabonds of Corellia. Alterra was known to take the young Velle into dense parts of his home city, watching the people as they conversed. Be it watching those trading, others spending time with friends/family, some being flirtatious whilst finding lovers, or witnessing occurrences of pickpockets with a knack for slight-of-hand, Alterra would slowly impress upon the youthful Velle non-verbal communication and ulterior motives that people may hold in the daily life. These skills would find increasing usefulness when later taught by his father, Alexander Velle, the ins and outs of the private security world, as well as the secondary complexities of sabacc. Still, with all the time spent between the books and additional skills pressed upon him by his parents, Velle still managed to find time to sneak away, adventuring the city and outskirts with his neighbor and lifelong friend, Valeria.

Thyferran Beach Outside of City Limits

Young Adulthood

After having graduated at the top of his class with high honors, Velle's father had hired his son a tutor — a Mandalorian defector, who became a renowned — for short to long ranged and hand-to-hand combat, as well as swordplay. While it seemed Velle had great potential in the latter skills, the veteran of combat pressed upon the use of short-ranged blasters and agility in weighted and low visibility combat gear. Daily, session after session, Velle's skills grew with speed nearly as boundless as his ambition to learn them. Between lessons, Velle spent time with Valeria, who at the time, had become more inundated with Velle when not with her father in the bacta production and distribution business. Velle and Valeria had grown closer over the years, and developing strong connection and pull to one another. Unfortunately, as Velle's skills grew, so did the time grow closer for Velle to utilize them. Velle's father, after having a wealthy Thyferran client come forward requesting a specialized detail for an extended business trip to Corellia, put his son in charge of the team to watch over the client's security detail. With his friend and lover left behind, and still being unable to best his tutor in combat, Velle left promptly to begin his first job in his father's business.

Pre-Imperial Endeavours

It was not long for Velle to build a name on Corellia amongst those with enough coin to hire an elite, security detail. Having led details for escorts, emergency response, and risk assessment, Velle branched the business into small-scale raids and hostile captures. While his methods were found to be increasingly unorthodox, his success brought an increase of income. Most of this influx of credit was sent back to his family's estate on Thyferra, though, Velle did not miss opportunity to gamble it casinos against other players, testing his knowledge of the game...and his knowledge of the opponent.

And for a time, there he was: night after night, operation after operation, building his family's legacy in whispers. One night, in bed at home after a successful operation and having a woman beside him, Velle was skimming through his datapad, when a breaking story had crossed the news. During a high profile meeting amongst the Thyferran elite on safer and more secure housing for the lower and middle class, pirates had ambushed the C-3 Passenger Liner, holding the meeting between the various business owners and government officials. While the defending corvette's had destroyed the attacking force, the Liner was nearly destroyed by the pirates' gunboats. Along with the desolation of most of the Liner was the loss of many passengers, including both Alterra and Alender Velle, both of which were reportedly killed alongside several officials in the first bombing run.

Months following the attack, Velle had returned to Thyferra, attempting to gather support and grow his family's business, alongside Valeria's family business. The two had combined their businesses, striking against known pirate outposts that were hidden between Core systems. Still, even through their success, Velle found the victories were only a drop in the bucket. With all the wealth and power brought by both Valle's and Valeria's backings — their families' empires — on Thyferra and other select Core worlds, it was only a fragment to a much larger galaxy. It was in that idea did Velle understand that their "empire" built was only a façade, a fleeting shadow, next to the true Empire. The following day, Velle began preparations for his departure once more, sending a request to join the service of the Galactic Empire.

Imperial Service

Imperial Academy – Prakith

Landing on Prakith

Velle’s application was processed and accepted swiftly, aided in part by his pristine academic record, elite upbringing, and the quiet influence still wielded by allies of the Velle name. He was assigned to the Imperial Academy on Prakith, one of the more rigorous and isolated institutions within the Core Worlds. Nestled in the high-altitude citadel cities of Prakith’s jagged mountains, the Academy was both fortress and crucible — its environment as unrelenting as its instructors. Unlike other academies, Prakith placed immense focus on discipline, loyalty, and mental resilience. It was not merely a place for aspiring officers, but for those expected to lead men through the very worst the galaxy had to offer — or die trying. The air was thin, the nights cold, and the training constant. Every sunrise greeted cadets with drills in zero-visibility fog or live-fire exercises in the mountain passes. It was here that Velle’s prior paramilitary experience and combat training became evident, and yet, he never allowed himself to rest on them.

Instructors noted his proficiency in both tactical simulations and combat leadership, often finding that Velle would manipulate standard parameters in simulations, choosing to succeed in unorthodox, high-risk methods that other cadets wouldn't dare attempt. He thrived in ambiguity and excelled under pressure — a trait that earned him both quiet admiration and equal resentment from less capable peers. Despite the hypercompetitive environment, Velle remained aloof from most cliques and rivalries. He socialized, but always with distance — sharp-witted, watchful, and often unreadable. Cadets noted his subtle confidence, the kind that rarely spoke of victories aloud, but always left its mark. Evenings in the mess halls would often see him calmly dealing sabacc with fellow trainees or quietly observing, ever-calculating. A game for him, always, but one he rarely lost.

He scored particularly high marks in urban warfare theory, adaptive reconnaissance, and counterinsurgency operations. By the time of his final evaluation, Velle was already being observed by officers of the Stormtrooper Corps, as well as Intelligence handlers evaluating prospective candidates for more specialized paths. But Velle had already made his decision: he would begin where all soldiers bled the same: the Stormtrooper Corps. “Let them see results,” he reportedly told one instructor when asked why he hadn’t taken the fast track to officer school.

Graduating with distinction, Velle was assigned his first post in a frozen hellscape far from the gilded towers of Thyferra — a place that would come to shape him further still: Improcco.

Forged in Ice, Tested in Firefights

"Give me the target and the timeframe; I’ll leave the explanation to the aftermath."

—Witness statement from Velle to a Commanding Officer.

Following his graduation from the Imperial Academy on Prakith, Velle was deployed to Emerald Taskforce, with headquarters of Vandor-3 in Coruscant. During his time in the Coruscant system, he spent the majority of his time on the frozen world of Improcco — an unforgiving proving ground designed to break the weak and refine the capable. There, among blinding snow squalls and jagged ice fields, Velle underwent brutal cold-weather warfare conditioning as part of a specialized stormtrooper detachment.

Improcco offered no comforts. Survival was the standard. Training included howlrunner tracking, wampa sparring, and live-fire tauntaun target exercises — drills meant to simulate extreme battlefield environments while hardening reflexes, precision, and resolve. Velle adapted quickly, treating each obstacle as a personal challenge. He endured frigid night marches, man-made bunker assaults in zero-visibility conditions, and close-quarters combat trials that left faint but permanent reminders across his body. Yet even as he became a fixture of the icy campaign, Velle’s capability marked him for more.

When he was called away for active duty, his first missions ranged across Imperial space and beyond — often classified, always dangerous. He was tasked with removing pirate cells entrenched in asteroid fields, where hostile fighters and volatile terrain turned every sortie into a deadly three-dimensional hunt. Velle’s performance in such conditions sharpened his starfighter skills, relying on quick reflexes, spatial awareness, and cold calculation — much like his approach to combat on foot. Other assignments brought him planetside: quelling bandit uprisings, dislodging predators from key installations, and responding to regional threats against Imperial citizens. Occasionally, he was dispatched to scout fringe systems, gathering intelligence on non-Imperial entities and potential destabilization risks. These reconnaissance missions were rarely discussed, even among fellow soldiers — protected under Imperial Code, which prohibited disclosure of any operation deemed of strategic interest to the Empire.

In time, Velle was assigned to several multi-task force live-fire operations, combining elements of the Stormtrooper Corps, Naval Infantry, and Command divisions in high-risk engagement drills across controlled yet deadly environments. These operations, framed as readiness assessments, served dual purposes: testing strategic coordination across branches and measuring unit survivability under simulated frontline conditions. Velle led his squad through numerous joint maneuvers, often under hostile conditions involving real-time variable objectives. His calm under fire and direct communication style earned him notice from both Naval tacticians and Corps command, marking him as a capable intermediary between doctrine and execution. Concurrently, Velle participated in weapon trials for potential deployment across stormtrooper ranks. Selected to evaluate prototype arms and battlefield technology. Velle’s report feedback became critical in shaping talks towards final deployment standards. His reviews were concise, often ruthless in critique, and focused solely on field performance over theory.

Throughout these missions, Velle maintained a clear pattern: detached, efficient, and ruthless. His reports were brief. His record: unblemished.