Post by MajorBob on Feb 20, 2011 21:41:46 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorian
Department: Special Operations
Rank: CW3
Name: Astarill Entali
Race: Kiffar
Age: 33
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 230
Birth place: Mandolorian Space, KPX Freighter
Appearance:
Behemoth, the first thing likely coming to mind when seeing the Kiffar. He stands almost six and a half feet and having a hefty muscled form to match it, the heavyweight officer weighing in at over two-forty. His black-brown and red highlighted hair is worn in neatly kept dreads that gather around shoulders when not held back in leather knot or under helmet. Hazel eyes changing with the light or his mood from gray to green, orange to brown and having a peculiar scaled pattern around the pupil. Crimson tattoos decorate face, up and over his left eye and down and underh is right eye. Rugged hawkish features make for an acceptable face, not the best looking to your more shallow types, chin and lips trammed in a trimmed round beard.
Astarill wears a 'custom' suit of piece mail armor, comprised of pieces from both the Neo-Crusader and Shock Trooper suits and painted dark navy and black. Sporting relaxed and worn down brown Kryat leather outfit beneath (when not wearing) his armor his attire is seemingly unorthodox. The helmet is your normal Shock type helmet complete with on board electronics and Heads Up Display but for the reinforced antennae on the side, and armored electronics casing on the 'ear' to prevent damage to the more delicate parts, the chest piece is also of the Shock Trooper armor but modified with an attached gorget for neck protection, also of the Shock Trooper armor he wears the lightly armored boots, shin and knee armor as well as the forearm bracer with a mounted dart launcher. He wears the Neo Crusader pauldrons and right bicep and forearm armor as well as the thigh plating.
Personality:
A straight shooter, he won't hold back what he thinks of someone and certainly won't ever spare anyone's feelings. He's serious to a fault, many a joke passes right by him as total babble, teasing is often taken as direct offense and answered often with violence. Not the most friendly by any measure but never turning down a companion for whatever amount of time, so long as they can carry themselves, he takes pride in what he knows of his heritage and in his talents of Psychometry and military standing and believes anyone that wishes to be around him can keep up. He has a horrible conflict of self at present, unsure if what he does is a good or bad thing, though he accepts it either way.
Skills:
Psychometry
One of the rare Kiffar gifted with the ability of Psychometry. He possessed (at very young age) an intense understanding of the reading of objects and thus the ability is heightened. Inanimate objects lay out decades past secrets to him, where as the living mind is something rarely explored for fear of damages and traveling a darker path.
His years as a skilled interrogator have brought him to using this ability as a last effort to extract hidden information, however there are side effects that make the use moot more often than not.
The mental stresses from his interrogations are often so heavy that the extracted memories come to him in random, damaged fragments. These fragments also often collide with his own memories leading him to believe he himself committed one heinous act or another, this causes him to be frequently haunted with erratic moods and relentless night terrors until the fragments come together or he overcomes them.
His most common way of ensuring these things do not occur is working with a partner, usually someone able to manipulate the feelings of the target, or aid in the extraction of the memory.
Interrogation
His talents with the manipulation of others and his Psychometry led him to selling his talents as an interrogator for hire. Two and a half decades of extensive 'practice' have allowed him to hone multiple techniques from simple confirm and deny tactics, to outright torture (or Psychometric removal) of anyone who refuses to give him the information he seeks.
Intelligence Analysis
Along with interrogation he is particularly skilled in getting his hands on physical information. Decoding, understanding and deciphering are included in this knowledge. Further, the analysis of information during interrogations is key to ensure he can separate the fact from fiction.
Survival
How to survive for extended or indefinite periods on wilderness planets is something his father strived to teach him, and teach him well he did. What to eat and what not to, where and when to hunt and how to hunt what, crafting of simple weapons and shelters, how to distill water from your self or nature he knows how to survive almost anywhere.
Attributes:
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: -2
Bio:
The throws of passion were hardly worth it now, in the painful throws of labor and stripped down to her person, it was hardly worth it at all the young mother thought, until after thirteen hours of hard, painful labor she lay eyes on her baby boy. She would name him Astarill, after his grandfather, the young Kiffar would only afford her son two gifts before she passed the next day.
The sound of raised voices was the first the boy remembered. Something about rights and possession, destiny and legality. Eventually a strange man took him away from the freighter he called home for his first months of life, a man with a crimson, battle scared shell from head to toe. This man would be all he knew for years to come.
Those next years were filled with combat simulations and mind games, confirm and deny, ancient hunting traditions and weeks in the wilderness. Eventually he was given a blaster, and that was when he learned of his talent. He saw a woman, her face unfamiliar but her spirit, the energy was close in mind and heart. He saw her gunning down monster and man, wicked and evil. A righteous avenger of violent tenacity and on high instinct, his mother was a bounty hunter and a damned good one, and this man, his father, a Mandalorian.
The switch from young man to skilled warrior was quick and easy for Astarill, his father had taught him everything a soldier needed to know, and a few more things that some should but never take time to train themselves in, intelligence gathering: The knowledge of your enemy was your second most useful weapon, next to your mind.
The young Mandalorian quickly rose through the ranks of soldier, one day when tasked with gathering information from a captive, he tested his ability for the very first time on a living creature, later learning what he'd kept secret was called Psychometry earned him a decent rank within the intelligence corps.
Years went on, his father eventually passing of too many ill treated wounds and too many years fighting. Astarill pieced from his father's and mother's armor his own creation to honor them both, representative of the many trails taken to get where and who he was. He trained his body and mind, learning not only about himself as he did his duty, but life of others and how he could better gather their secrets. Eventually the young man became and old one, and was given status and with that, great responsibility: The retrieval of any and all intelligence vital to the advancement of Mandalorian society.
Password: Bylgia
RP Sample:
Department: Special Operations
Rank: CW3
Name: Astarill Entali
Race: Kiffar
Age: 33
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 230
Birth place: Mandolorian Space, KPX Freighter
Appearance:
Behemoth, the first thing likely coming to mind when seeing the Kiffar. He stands almost six and a half feet and having a hefty muscled form to match it, the heavyweight officer weighing in at over two-forty. His black-brown and red highlighted hair is worn in neatly kept dreads that gather around shoulders when not held back in leather knot or under helmet. Hazel eyes changing with the light or his mood from gray to green, orange to brown and having a peculiar scaled pattern around the pupil. Crimson tattoos decorate face, up and over his left eye and down and underh is right eye. Rugged hawkish features make for an acceptable face, not the best looking to your more shallow types, chin and lips trammed in a trimmed round beard.
Astarill wears a 'custom' suit of piece mail armor, comprised of pieces from both the Neo-Crusader and Shock Trooper suits and painted dark navy and black. Sporting relaxed and worn down brown Kryat leather outfit beneath (when not wearing) his armor his attire is seemingly unorthodox. The helmet is your normal Shock type helmet complete with on board electronics and Heads Up Display but for the reinforced antennae on the side, and armored electronics casing on the 'ear' to prevent damage to the more delicate parts, the chest piece is also of the Shock Trooper armor but modified with an attached gorget for neck protection, also of the Shock Trooper armor he wears the lightly armored boots, shin and knee armor as well as the forearm bracer with a mounted dart launcher. He wears the Neo Crusader pauldrons and right bicep and forearm armor as well as the thigh plating.
Personality:
A straight shooter, he won't hold back what he thinks of someone and certainly won't ever spare anyone's feelings. He's serious to a fault, many a joke passes right by him as total babble, teasing is often taken as direct offense and answered often with violence. Not the most friendly by any measure but never turning down a companion for whatever amount of time, so long as they can carry themselves, he takes pride in what he knows of his heritage and in his talents of Psychometry and military standing and believes anyone that wishes to be around him can keep up. He has a horrible conflict of self at present, unsure if what he does is a good or bad thing, though he accepts it either way.
Skills:
Psychometry
One of the rare Kiffar gifted with the ability of Psychometry. He possessed (at very young age) an intense understanding of the reading of objects and thus the ability is heightened. Inanimate objects lay out decades past secrets to him, where as the living mind is something rarely explored for fear of damages and traveling a darker path.
His years as a skilled interrogator have brought him to using this ability as a last effort to extract hidden information, however there are side effects that make the use moot more often than not.
The mental stresses from his interrogations are often so heavy that the extracted memories come to him in random, damaged fragments. These fragments also often collide with his own memories leading him to believe he himself committed one heinous act or another, this causes him to be frequently haunted with erratic moods and relentless night terrors until the fragments come together or he overcomes them.
His most common way of ensuring these things do not occur is working with a partner, usually someone able to manipulate the feelings of the target, or aid in the extraction of the memory.
Interrogation
His talents with the manipulation of others and his Psychometry led him to selling his talents as an interrogator for hire. Two and a half decades of extensive 'practice' have allowed him to hone multiple techniques from simple confirm and deny tactics, to outright torture (or Psychometric removal) of anyone who refuses to give him the information he seeks.
Intelligence Analysis
Along with interrogation he is particularly skilled in getting his hands on physical information. Decoding, understanding and deciphering are included in this knowledge. Further, the analysis of information during interrogations is key to ensure he can separate the fact from fiction.
Survival
How to survive for extended or indefinite periods on wilderness planets is something his father strived to teach him, and teach him well he did. What to eat and what not to, where and when to hunt and how to hunt what, crafting of simple weapons and shelters, how to distill water from your self or nature he knows how to survive almost anywhere.
Attributes:
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: -2
Bio:
The throws of passion were hardly worth it now, in the painful throws of labor and stripped down to her person, it was hardly worth it at all the young mother thought, until after thirteen hours of hard, painful labor she lay eyes on her baby boy. She would name him Astarill, after his grandfather, the young Kiffar would only afford her son two gifts before she passed the next day.
The sound of raised voices was the first the boy remembered. Something about rights and possession, destiny and legality. Eventually a strange man took him away from the freighter he called home for his first months of life, a man with a crimson, battle scared shell from head to toe. This man would be all he knew for years to come.
Those next years were filled with combat simulations and mind games, confirm and deny, ancient hunting traditions and weeks in the wilderness. Eventually he was given a blaster, and that was when he learned of his talent. He saw a woman, her face unfamiliar but her spirit, the energy was close in mind and heart. He saw her gunning down monster and man, wicked and evil. A righteous avenger of violent tenacity and on high instinct, his mother was a bounty hunter and a damned good one, and this man, his father, a Mandalorian.
The switch from young man to skilled warrior was quick and easy for Astarill, his father had taught him everything a soldier needed to know, and a few more things that some should but never take time to train themselves in, intelligence gathering: The knowledge of your enemy was your second most useful weapon, next to your mind.
The young Mandalorian quickly rose through the ranks of soldier, one day when tasked with gathering information from a captive, he tested his ability for the very first time on a living creature, later learning what he'd kept secret was called Psychometry earned him a decent rank within the intelligence corps.
Years went on, his father eventually passing of too many ill treated wounds and too many years fighting. Astarill pieced from his father's and mother's armor his own creation to honor them both, representative of the many trails taken to get where and who he was. He trained his body and mind, learning not only about himself as he did his duty, but life of others and how he could better gather their secrets. Eventually the young man became and old one, and was given status and with that, great responsibility: The retrieval of any and all intelligence vital to the advancement of Mandalorian society.
Password: Bylgia
RP Sample:
