Post by Dani on Aug 27, 2019 10:47:37 GMT -5
  Full Name • Rikima Kelborn (nee Resh) Race • Togruta Birthplace • Shili Age • 42 Gender • Female Sexuality • Heterosexual, Aromatic Faction • Mandalorian, Clan Kelborn Concept • An Al`verde of the Mando’ade that is known as one of her clan’s best defenders and beast hunters. She grew up as nothing and was raised into the ranks of the Mandalorians when she was young, becoming completely absorbed into the culture. Languages • Basic, Mando’a. Assets • » A set of heavy, defense-focused Beskar'gam, colored dark grey with pink accents. » One heavily self-modified pistol used in tandem with her overcharged shield generator. » Set of dual Beskad, which she swaps to when she need to focus on offense. » MSM J-37 Jetpack. » Generic patrol craft that she hasn’t bothered to outfit yet. Appearance Height & Weight • 5’4” and 160lbs Overall Looks • Rikima is small, beefy, and rarely out of armor. Her lack of a helmet due to the complications of her trying one does make her stand out a bit, but she’s no worse for wear for it. Her face is unscarred, diamond-shaped, an instantly-recognizable orange with white patterns framed by white and purple montrals, sticking out like a sore thumb in a crowd of Mandalorian helmets. She makes up for her size in presence, lots of shouting and puffing herself up, helped by her Beskar'gam, but even when you count her montrals, she only hits 5’9”. Despite her habit of being the first to leap into a fight, she has a remarkable lack of scars – likely due to never taking her armor off. She feels a bit inadequate without some marker of a great battle, though, and misses out on being able to tell stories about where she got her scars. She’s mostly just been incredibly lucky. If she is ever out of armor, likely for a night on the town, it’s likely something that shows off a fair amount of skin. Rikima works out hard for her body and thinks it deserves to be shown off – it’s always hard to tell how well-muscled she is in the armor. Even when she dresses up for a night on the town, though, she doesn’t wear makeup – she think it makes her look like a clown. Personality Profile The first thing anyone who knows Rikima will say that she’s incredibly loyal. She’d the first to defend a friend in a fight - usually violently mind you, but she does it. It’s probably her most noteworthy good trait. Until you get to the part where she’ll make a big deal about what she just did for you, complaining or saying you don’t deserve her. That makes it a bit less appealing. While she makes a lot of noise about it, her reliably is well-known – if she says she’ll be there, hell even if she says maybe she’ll be there, you can count on her to show up. Though whether you want her there is a good question, because she can cause problems with others with her short temper. She’s loud, unrestrained, crude, and generally doesn’t take being challenged well, so don’t be surprised if a fight breaks out. She overcompensates a lot due to years of feeling like she didn’t fit in, which meshes in a bad way with her short temper to create these fights. Unless someone of a much higher rank is there to stop her when she’s on the warpath, there’s not a lot you can do. Her drive also makes her stand out, her uncompromising determination to get something done. If Rikima doesn’t finish something she started, it’s probably because she’d dead. She’ll drag everyone with her kicking and screaming to the finish line, even if it kills all of them (this has lead to her being the sole survivor of a lot of bad missions). In these instances though you better be doing things her way, though, because she’s incredibly picky. She hates having to deviate to someone else’s plan. You’ll get a lot of snide remarks if something doesn’t fit her version. Background Father • Dravu Resh, 65, Retired. Mother • Vho Resh, 64, Retired. Siblings • Vavron, 38, Hutt Security; Nadiarii, 35, Imperial Agent; Anona, 31, Professional Chef; Kela, 28, Professional Gold Digger. Other Important Connections • Lishara, 24, Jedi, Daughter; Narahia, 19, Sith, Daughter; Turhas Dis, 44, Mercenary (Ex-Mandalorian), Longtime Benefriend. Overall History • The firstborn of five, Rikima was always a wild child, breaking her first bone at three from climbing up the backyard tree, starting her first fire at four, holding her first gun at five (she had found her father’s armory), punching someone for the first time at six – the list carries on. She was always going on adventures and aspired to follow in her father’s footsteps and be a soldier. It was when she was nine when her father dissapeared off to war (she had wanted to go with him, naturally), and then it was down to her mother to wrangle three kids. If only they knew what this meant. She was eleven when the Empire came. The news was dire everywhere – the Uprising had been crushed, thousands dead – they didn’t even know if their father was still alive. They took the district Rikima’s family lived in, and they were captured and shoved into small shuttles, to be shipped off to Stars-know-where. It only got worse, because once they landed at a space station, they started to split the prisoners up – her mother and the baby were taken first, with a group of others, and Rikima and her siblings had tried to fight the guards as they took her – all this had accomplished was a black eye. Her seven year old sister went next, taken with others that looked around the same age. Rikima had been taken next, going in with a mixed group of ages. Onto another shuttle, completely separated from her family, with no idea where she was going. They stopped a few more times, picking up a few more people each time, until there was almost no room in the transport. When they landed at their final destination, they weren’t told where they were, but the building before them was blatantly Imperial. They were told nothing, simply herded into the depths of a massive estate. It wasn’t until two days later that a rail-thin and finely dressed man came to address them as his new slaves that Rikima realized how deep she was in. There were so many Imperial planets, and they had hundreds of high and mighty diplomats that kept slaves – none of her family would ever find her. She just had to hope none of the others had ended up in the same boat as her. Against everything in her being, she did her best to keep her head down and remain unseen in the following several years. When she was fourteen, salvation finally came. She didn’t think it was that, of course – there was a huge conflict and a crowd of heavily-armored warriors blazing through the estate, and she and the other slaves barricaded themselves in the back rooms, a few of them, Rikima included, stealing blasters from dead guards before they sealed themselves in. The sounds of battle carried on well into the night, and it wasn’t until the small hours of the morning that the door was blown down. Knowing she would probably die, Rikima stood with three or four others with their stolen blasters against the intruders. Rather than shoot her, however one nudged the other and said something in a language she didn’t know. The other one nodded and gestured to the five of them holding blasters to come with them. What followed was the last thing she expected – an invitation to be inducted into these warriors. They explained that they had been hired to killed her master, as he had a Sith killed in his lust for power, and they had been given free range to recruit the surviving guards and slaves if they wanted. They were apparently Mandalorians, people she had only heard frightful stories of as a child, but they had saved her, and no doubt they could teach her to fight, to defend herself from this in the future. She accepted with gusto. She spent most the rest of her teenage years being taught their language and history, and while she was unsure at first, these people treated her as family despite everything, and the longer she was with them the more she felt the same. A little hiccup occurred when she was seventeen and got pregnant. At first she had been horrified, she was too young to raise a kid, she hadn’t even learned how to defend herself yet – but she knew that at least, with the Mandalorians, if she couldn’t than someone would take the kid. However, the more time passed the more she wanted to keep the child. By the time she had carried it to term, she was excited to be a mother. Admittedly, after she had her, juggling her lessons and handling a baby was tough work, but she always liked a challenge. The next seven years were perfect, in her eyes. Her daughter spoke her first Mando’a at two. She got her first real Beskar'gam at twenty-two, which was immediately celebrated by going on the beast hunt with the clan. She got accidentally pregnant again at twenty-three, but this time was incredibly excited. A few days after she had her second daughter, she was named as one of the clan camp guards. Her mentor had said that her training was officially done right after she turned twenty-five. Then one day, several items in her tent started floating. At first, she dismissed it as her being tired and seeing things. But it kept happening. Thankfully, only when it was her and her daughters, because she knew what it meant. She did her best to keep Lishara away from the public as she tried to come up with a plan. Despite being against everything in her culture, she decided to pay a smuggler to take her daughter to the Jedi – better that than a Sith, whose lives were very short and very violent. Things only went downhill. Within the year, the father of her two daughters had up and dissapeared from the clan one night, with nothing left behind – they hadn’t been in a committed relationship, but he had been great support for her, and his presence was sorely missed. A trip to Dromund Kaas for a massive beast hunt had left her mentor so addled she had been forced to kill him. And to top it off, after her trip home from this beast hunt, things at home started to float again. With another daughter shipped to the Jedi – at only four years old for that matter – Rikima was incredibly alone in her clan. She started to drive herself hard, volunteering for bigger and bigger jobs, training in different combat styles in her free time, with a lot of time spent in the sparring ring. This went on for nearly four years, until one disastrous mission where she had pushed offense when she should have defended left her as the sole survivor. Coming home to tell your leaders that you had gotten nearly fifteen seasoned warriors killed was a bit of a wakeup call. She started to change her combat style. She swapped her Beskad for a blaster and a shield generator. She made sure she knew her squads strengths before she sent them in. She started speaking with the clan tacticians more. This, in general, lead her to coming back to communicating with the clan more and re-integrating herself back into it. It let her forget about her losses. She spends the next eleven years climbing the ranks and becoming a staple in her clan. She even gets to help in the conquering of Onderon, holding a hard line at a deadly chokepoint for hours. She pretends she never had two kids, but she’d give anything to see them again. |
