Post by burcyaskiarta on Aug 9, 2010 14:52:59 GMT -5
Faction: Mando’ade
Department: Army
Rank: Corporal
Name: Burc’ya Dar Skirata (The lost friend)
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 6ft 8
Weight:163lbs
Birth place: Alderan
Appearance: Burc is a tall well built Mando. He sports a ragged mess of Light brown hair. He has shocking green eyes. He has a scar that runs from his left pectoral muscle to his lower abdomen.
Personality: Burc’ya Dar Skiarta is “A light hearted and fun loving young lad” as his adopted father Jarek Skiarta stated. He loves to have fun and takes almost nothing seriously. He loves Tiihaar and accurate rifles. He has a way of making people doing what he wants just by talking to them. He is grieving for his father who was recently KIA by Death Watch, although he hides it extremely well.
Attributes: Burc’ya Skiarta is very good with his hands and tools. He is an expert shot and is a very capable hand to hand expert. His tactics are almost always on the offensive. Unfortunately Burc’ya isn’t very capable when it comes to defense.
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 7. With a combination of charisma, intelligence and just a way with words Burc’ya Dar Skiarta is an excellent leader.
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: +4
Bio:
Stories? Stories are for kids. If you want to know about me read my dossier—Burc’ya Dar Skiarta
Burc’ya Dar Skiarta was born Harric Kalern. He had a brother Dak Kalern. His parents were controversial figures in the Galactic Senate and on a trip to Corellia they were killed along with Dak by Pirates. He was 7 at the time. As Harric cried over the dead bodies of his family a gloved hand fell upon his shoulder. Filled with rage he turned and prepared to die. He turned and looked into the face of a Mandalorian. Not a Death Watch. And Harric realized the man was crying. That man was Jarek Skiarta. Jarek took him to clan Skiarta and adopted him as Burc’ya Dar Skiarta, which means lost friend. Jarek named him this because Harric was so friendly to the members of Clan Skiarta. The next 10 years of his life was just like any other kid in Clan Skiarta. He began to train as a Mandalorian soldier. With a specialization in marksmanship and hand to hand. He became the all around handy man. And met Nova Bralor. Nova Bralor was a young woman from Corellia. They met at the age of 16 and both immediately fell in love. They dated for awhile until whispers of rebellion in the Mandalorian ranks separated them. Now a young Private aged 19 Burc trained hard. He refused to acknowledge the perfectly good women who wanted to date him. He trained for another 4 years until the rival Mandela clan raided Clan Skiarta. The raid killed many of the clansmen and left Jarek Skiarta dead. Burc grieved for several months until another Clan Skiarta member talked sense into him. Then Burc rejoined the Mandalorian military as a Corporal. He fought at the retaking of Dxun and the great liberation of Mandalore. Now he awaits orders and passes time as a part time bounty hunter.
RP
Burc sat lounged on the the seat of the booth. He took a long drink from his Tiihaar. He noticed three armored figures enter the bar. He was dressed in his usual Beskar'gam. Although it was different from most Mandalorian's armor. It was a prototype and had a new helmet. Well by new it was different from the standard design. It didn't mesh into the armor. It sat above the the armor resting on his head. It wasnn't used very often because it was so new but Burc liked. It was deep red. For his father.
The figures approached him. Burc recognized the Mandelen symbol and his fingers twitched to his blaster. Anger began to boil within him. But Burc calmed himself. The figures walked with an arrogant swagger and came to a stop at his table.
"Well well well. What do we have here?" the leader sneered.
"Looks like a Skiarta. Didn't we kill off all of you?" the second one said with an arrogant smile.
"Look guys. Leave me alone and I don't kick your ass."
"No no no. I don't think so." jeered the third. A woman. "Theres three of us an one of you."
"Yeah!" the second one jeered. "Thats a uh....4 to 1 advantage."
"No...It's 1:3."
"Yeah! Thats it!"
"No it's not you idiot!" Barked out the leader. "Its 3 to 1." He turned to Burc'ya. "Now take your medicine like a good boy." and activated a vibroblade.
Dar smirked and drew his pistol in a flash. Killing all three of them before they could strike. He slid credits to the bartender and left.
Department: Army
Rank: Corporal
Name: Burc’ya Dar Skirata (The lost friend)
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 6ft 8
Weight:163lbs
Birth place: Alderan
Appearance: Burc is a tall well built Mando. He sports a ragged mess of Light brown hair. He has shocking green eyes. He has a scar that runs from his left pectoral muscle to his lower abdomen.
Personality: Burc’ya Dar Skiarta is “A light hearted and fun loving young lad” as his adopted father Jarek Skiarta stated. He loves to have fun and takes almost nothing seriously. He loves Tiihaar and accurate rifles. He has a way of making people doing what he wants just by talking to them. He is grieving for his father who was recently KIA by Death Watch, although he hides it extremely well.
Attributes: Burc’ya Skiarta is very good with his hands and tools. He is an expert shot and is a very capable hand to hand expert. His tactics are almost always on the offensive. Unfortunately Burc’ya isn’t very capable when it comes to defense.
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 7. With a combination of charisma, intelligence and just a way with words Burc’ya Dar Skiarta is an excellent leader.
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: +4
Bio:
Stories? Stories are for kids. If you want to know about me read my dossier—Burc’ya Dar Skiarta
Burc’ya Dar Skiarta was born Harric Kalern. He had a brother Dak Kalern. His parents were controversial figures in the Galactic Senate and on a trip to Corellia they were killed along with Dak by Pirates. He was 7 at the time. As Harric cried over the dead bodies of his family a gloved hand fell upon his shoulder. Filled with rage he turned and prepared to die. He turned and looked into the face of a Mandalorian. Not a Death Watch. And Harric realized the man was crying. That man was Jarek Skiarta. Jarek took him to clan Skiarta and adopted him as Burc’ya Dar Skiarta, which means lost friend. Jarek named him this because Harric was so friendly to the members of Clan Skiarta. The next 10 years of his life was just like any other kid in Clan Skiarta. He began to train as a Mandalorian soldier. With a specialization in marksmanship and hand to hand. He became the all around handy man. And met Nova Bralor. Nova Bralor was a young woman from Corellia. They met at the age of 16 and both immediately fell in love. They dated for awhile until whispers of rebellion in the Mandalorian ranks separated them. Now a young Private aged 19 Burc trained hard. He refused to acknowledge the perfectly good women who wanted to date him. He trained for another 4 years until the rival Mandela clan raided Clan Skiarta. The raid killed many of the clansmen and left Jarek Skiarta dead. Burc grieved for several months until another Clan Skiarta member talked sense into him. Then Burc rejoined the Mandalorian military as a Corporal. He fought at the retaking of Dxun and the great liberation of Mandalore. Now he awaits orders and passes time as a part time bounty hunter.
RP
Burc sat lounged on the the seat of the booth. He took a long drink from his Tiihaar. He noticed three armored figures enter the bar. He was dressed in his usual Beskar'gam. Although it was different from most Mandalorian's armor. It was a prototype and had a new helmet. Well by new it was different from the standard design. It didn't mesh into the armor. It sat above the the armor resting on his head. It wasnn't used very often because it was so new but Burc liked. It was deep red. For his father.
The figures approached him. Burc recognized the Mandelen symbol and his fingers twitched to his blaster. Anger began to boil within him. But Burc calmed himself. The figures walked with an arrogant swagger and came to a stop at his table.
"Well well well. What do we have here?" the leader sneered.
"Looks like a Skiarta. Didn't we kill off all of you?" the second one said with an arrogant smile.
"Look guys. Leave me alone and I don't kick your ass."
"No no no. I don't think so." jeered the third. A woman. "Theres three of us an one of you."
"Yeah!" the second one jeered. "Thats a uh....4 to 1 advantage."
"No...It's 1:3."
"Yeah! Thats it!"
"No it's not you idiot!" Barked out the leader. "Its 3 to 1." He turned to Burc'ya. "Now take your medicine like a good boy." and activated a vibroblade.
Dar smirked and drew his pistol in a flash. Killing all three of them before they could strike. He slid credits to the bartender and left.
