Post by Sardoodledom on Aug 13, 2010 22:47:22 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorian
Department: Special Forces
Rank: Corporal
Name: Erin Sylastya
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5'10
Weight: 120 lbs.
Birth place: Concord Dawn
Appearance:
Erin is of average female build, lean and muscular. She has long brown hair that comes down to her hips and green eyes. She has smooth caucasian skin that is slightly tanned.
Personality: Since Birth, Erin never fit in with the rest of the young girls she knew as a child. When she would go to school, she fit in more with the Boys playing sports or mock battles than she did with the Girls. Long story short, she was a tom-boy.
Despite this however, she cared about her appearance, especially in her Teenage years. Naturally, she was quite attractive and would later use it to her advantage during her time as a Bounty Hunter.
Skills:
Medical
Persuasion
Piloting
Battle Strategy
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: +3
Bio:
Erin was born in an agriculturally based town on Concord Dawn. The residents, including her own grandparents were mainly Mandalorian veterans of the failed conquest decades beforehand. Any off worlders that somehow found a reason to come to such an insignificant settlement, either left or were forced out.
Being Mandalorians themselves, the Older generations of the society that barely numbered 200 took it upon themselves to rejuvenate and nurse The Mandalorians back to their former status as feared and powerful conquerors of the Galaxy. Thus, the children in the village were taught to be the Mandalorian's that had since been on the decline for many years. They were taught the basic tenants of the Mandalorian culture; the religion, language, and most importantly, the warrior aspects of their society. In fact from the time Erin was able to talk, she was already being firmly educated in Mandalorian Culture.
While her parents were at work on their farm during the day, Erin would attend a school in the village center that all the children went to. The school was normal like any other, classes including Galactic history, mathematics and what not. Erin often found herself hanging out with the Boys of her age, rather than the girls. When the boys would play sports or mock fights and battles, she would always be in attendance and thus earned a fierce reputation as tough and not afraid to get her hands dirty.
Then when the day ended, she would go home and in the remaining hours of daylight, help her father in the crop fields until sundown. When the sun set, she would be taught more Warrior-Specific trades. Over the years and through instruction by her mother and father, she learned such skills as Medical First-Aid and mechanics.
As she grew up, it almost seemed as though the town was growing with her. At first she believed it just to be a matter of being more mature, but when she learned that the formerly tiny settlement now had over 50 residents, she accepted it as reality.
Then as she turned 9, she began to truly become a Mandalorian herself. Her days at school were over, much to her sadness. Day after day, she spent meticulously mastering the art of combat. From dawn until dusk she relentlessly trained with the other children her age under the tutelage of the battle-masters that had gone through the very same training for centuries since the Mandalorian wars. First they learned hand-to-hand combat but throughout the years worked their way up to Melee weapons and blasters.
When Erin was 15, she crafted her very own personal armor. Since the gradual phasing-out of the Neocrusader-style armor, Many of the generations of Mandalorians began to craft armor that although kept some elements of the Neocrusaders, included their own unique elements as well. Finally she had her own suit of armor to call her own after years of envying the adults of the city for having their own.
Erin came to regard Vibroswords in particular as her favorite weapon. In her mind, it required an elegance and skill that no other weapon could match. Once you learned to shoot a blaster accurately, not much more could be done with it. With blades however, one constantly had room for improvement; no matter how good you were, your swings were never quite fast enough... never quite hard enough. And so it was with this philosophy that Erin would come to be so masterfully trained with Melee weapons, from daggers to swords.
Still though she did not ignore the necessity of blasters and the advantages they could provide that swords simply couldn't. She would become just as good as the average Mandalorian Warrior with the use of blasters, just no better.
Throughout her training, she came to derive a respect from both the adults and the other combatants-to-be in her age group simply because of her strong affinity in the battle circle. Of the many other warriors, she would beat nearly all of them at least once throughout her training.
When Erin was around 24, their once small settlement had grown immensely. Harboring refugees from the failed Mandalorian assault in years prior, it now boasted well over 100 citizens. And no longer were these citizens maintaining the image of estranged soldiers clinging to a farming settlement. No, now they were becoming more and more restless in their quest to restore Mandalorian freedom. They began raids on nearby settlements that had no affiliation to the Mandalorians. Mercilessly they killed the resistance and took the land for themselves, assimilating these settlements into their own.
Before long though, the Republic began to notice this revolting. Shocked at how quickly they had managed to scrounge up such a large fighting force, they took immediate action, fearing that the situation could turn serious if not taken care of. One night while Erin was leading a small platoon of troops to take over a farm a few kilometers to the south, the Republic lead a massive bombing raid on the city. From the hill top where Erin's men overwhelmed the meager resistance, they could see the city that many of these new soldiers had grown up in, burn to the ground. As the bombers passed over head -quiet as they were- they unleashed an indeterminable amount of incendiary explosives upon the city. Almost instantaneously, the cityscape went up in flames, huge buildings burning to the grown with in minutes. And whoever hadn't been killed by the explosions, the flames or the toppling buildings was now trapped as the farmland around them was reduced to ashes.
Erin could only look on in disbelief. The only place she had ever known, destroyed in seconds. For a moment a tear collected in her eye, but resisting the cowardly emotion, she wiped it away and silently swore vengeance against the republic.
When they investigated the ruined city, they found no survivors at all. Not a one. Luckily though, the armory, hidden in the jungles on the outskirts of town, remained intact. Erin and her squad collected the vast amount of ordnance and took it, with the towns only star ship, a bulk freighter, to Mandalore.
Their they assimilated the last of the Sylas'tya clan and it's weaponry with the growing Mandalorian revolutionary force and joined the special forces where Erin gained the Rank of Corporal when the Mandalorians began to again reconquer there dominion.
Compared to her own clan's achievements, this new rising Mandalorian faction was vastly superior. While her own clan had barely gone to expand beyond it's township, these Mandalorians had aspirations on a galactic scale already. Why the republic had destroyed her clan and not the Mandalorians on Mandalore, remained a mystery to her. Certainly these Mandalorians were a greater threat. Maybe the Republic was scared. Or, at least that's what Erin liked to think, to quell her fears deep down that as soon as she became familiar with her new home, it too would be taken from her.After helping the upstart Mandalorians expand their growing empire, she eventually attained the rank of Corporal
Then, quite recently, Erin attended and led her fire team in retaking the sacking of Concord Dawn, her home planet. It had been almost two years since everything she had known was decimated at the hands of the Republic. Finally she had her revenge, but she hungered for more and she wouldn't stop until she they had the republic at it's throat.
Ironically, she happened to pass over her home while on the shuttle-ride to the landing zone. In the valley below, the fires that had burned her city, had spread throughout the valley up the surrounding mountain side, only halted when it neared the moist climate of the Jungle, slowing it's growth and ultimately extinguished it. Her hope in the future was to one day return and rebuild they Sylas'tya clan, greater than it had ever been before.
But right now, there was a whole novel worth of things left to do. And taking back concord was number one on the list. Also from her fellow comrades, she heard vague rumors of a Sith resurgence and at first thought nothing of it. But as the rumors got more and more descriptive, she couldn't help but begin to believe. And while at first she didn't like the idea of a third edge to the blade of Galactic conflict, for the time being, the Sith might prove a powerful ally to the fledgling Mandalorians.
Password: Kylah
RP Sample:
Erin and her platoon drudged up the steep hill overgrown with jungle growth in attempt to reach the flat clearing above which housed a small insignificant settlement which they were ordered to destroy. As they macheted their way through the last of the dense vines and ankle deep mud, they approached the settlement. Due to her strong talent in considering situations and creating a proper strategy to fit the given situation, Erin assessed the village and though it was strongly likely that they would face little, to no opposition, she was did not intend to take any causalities this evening.
Motioning for her men, many of them relatives, to move up, she pointed to each of the houses, sending to of her soldiers in for each of them. Efficiently and practically silently, they moved in, seizing dwellings and killing any who opposed them. There were no specific orders on rules of contact, but most of the adults were slain in their sleep. Any children under around five would be taken hostage and assimilated into The clan.
Erin watched with a grin as she activated her com-link, sending a message to headquarters that the mission had been completed. Minutes passed by and there was no response; she sent it again but still no response. Curiously she climbed to the top of the highest building to overlook the city in the valley below. Instead of the regular pale-blue to purplish hues that should have accompanied the cool durasteel walls on her infra-red scanner, she saw only bright flashes of red and white. She ripped of her helmet in disbelief only to be shocked more by the sight of her home, consumed in a relentless and unforgiving inferno. Buildings toppled over, crushing smaller building beneath it, as well as the citizens fleeing the disaster. The bombers, who she identified as Republic ones, circled over head in another raid, adding insult to injury to the already defeated town. A tear collected in her eye and began to roll down the side of her cheek, hot with emotion. She wiped it away with her gloved hand and silently swore vengeance against the Republic. Though no one said a word, she was confident her surrounding comrades were doing the same.
Department: Special Forces
Rank: Corporal
Name: Erin Sylastya
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5'10
Weight: 120 lbs.
Birth place: Concord Dawn
Appearance:
Erin is of average female build, lean and muscular. She has long brown hair that comes down to her hips and green eyes. She has smooth caucasian skin that is slightly tanned.
Personality: Since Birth, Erin never fit in with the rest of the young girls she knew as a child. When she would go to school, she fit in more with the Boys playing sports or mock battles than she did with the Girls. Long story short, she was a tom-boy.
Despite this however, she cared about her appearance, especially in her Teenage years. Naturally, she was quite attractive and would later use it to her advantage during her time as a Bounty Hunter.
Skills:
Medical
Persuasion
Piloting
Battle Strategy
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: +3
Bio:
Erin was born in an agriculturally based town on Concord Dawn. The residents, including her own grandparents were mainly Mandalorian veterans of the failed conquest decades beforehand. Any off worlders that somehow found a reason to come to such an insignificant settlement, either left or were forced out.
Being Mandalorians themselves, the Older generations of the society that barely numbered 200 took it upon themselves to rejuvenate and nurse The Mandalorians back to their former status as feared and powerful conquerors of the Galaxy. Thus, the children in the village were taught to be the Mandalorian's that had since been on the decline for many years. They were taught the basic tenants of the Mandalorian culture; the religion, language, and most importantly, the warrior aspects of their society. In fact from the time Erin was able to talk, she was already being firmly educated in Mandalorian Culture.
While her parents were at work on their farm during the day, Erin would attend a school in the village center that all the children went to. The school was normal like any other, classes including Galactic history, mathematics and what not. Erin often found herself hanging out with the Boys of her age, rather than the girls. When the boys would play sports or mock fights and battles, she would always be in attendance and thus earned a fierce reputation as tough and not afraid to get her hands dirty.
Then when the day ended, she would go home and in the remaining hours of daylight, help her father in the crop fields until sundown. When the sun set, she would be taught more Warrior-Specific trades. Over the years and through instruction by her mother and father, she learned such skills as Medical First-Aid and mechanics.
As she grew up, it almost seemed as though the town was growing with her. At first she believed it just to be a matter of being more mature, but when she learned that the formerly tiny settlement now had over 50 residents, she accepted it as reality.
Then as she turned 9, she began to truly become a Mandalorian herself. Her days at school were over, much to her sadness. Day after day, she spent meticulously mastering the art of combat. From dawn until dusk she relentlessly trained with the other children her age under the tutelage of the battle-masters that had gone through the very same training for centuries since the Mandalorian wars. First they learned hand-to-hand combat but throughout the years worked their way up to Melee weapons and blasters.
When Erin was 15, she crafted her very own personal armor. Since the gradual phasing-out of the Neocrusader-style armor, Many of the generations of Mandalorians began to craft armor that although kept some elements of the Neocrusaders, included their own unique elements as well. Finally she had her own suit of armor to call her own after years of envying the adults of the city for having their own.
Erin came to regard Vibroswords in particular as her favorite weapon. In her mind, it required an elegance and skill that no other weapon could match. Once you learned to shoot a blaster accurately, not much more could be done with it. With blades however, one constantly had room for improvement; no matter how good you were, your swings were never quite fast enough... never quite hard enough. And so it was with this philosophy that Erin would come to be so masterfully trained with Melee weapons, from daggers to swords.
Still though she did not ignore the necessity of blasters and the advantages they could provide that swords simply couldn't. She would become just as good as the average Mandalorian Warrior with the use of blasters, just no better.
Throughout her training, she came to derive a respect from both the adults and the other combatants-to-be in her age group simply because of her strong affinity in the battle circle. Of the many other warriors, she would beat nearly all of them at least once throughout her training.
When Erin was around 24, their once small settlement had grown immensely. Harboring refugees from the failed Mandalorian assault in years prior, it now boasted well over 100 citizens. And no longer were these citizens maintaining the image of estranged soldiers clinging to a farming settlement. No, now they were becoming more and more restless in their quest to restore Mandalorian freedom. They began raids on nearby settlements that had no affiliation to the Mandalorians. Mercilessly they killed the resistance and took the land for themselves, assimilating these settlements into their own.
Before long though, the Republic began to notice this revolting. Shocked at how quickly they had managed to scrounge up such a large fighting force, they took immediate action, fearing that the situation could turn serious if not taken care of. One night while Erin was leading a small platoon of troops to take over a farm a few kilometers to the south, the Republic lead a massive bombing raid on the city. From the hill top where Erin's men overwhelmed the meager resistance, they could see the city that many of these new soldiers had grown up in, burn to the ground. As the bombers passed over head -quiet as they were- they unleashed an indeterminable amount of incendiary explosives upon the city. Almost instantaneously, the cityscape went up in flames, huge buildings burning to the grown with in minutes. And whoever hadn't been killed by the explosions, the flames or the toppling buildings was now trapped as the farmland around them was reduced to ashes.
Erin could only look on in disbelief. The only place she had ever known, destroyed in seconds. For a moment a tear collected in her eye, but resisting the cowardly emotion, she wiped it away and silently swore vengeance against the republic.
When they investigated the ruined city, they found no survivors at all. Not a one. Luckily though, the armory, hidden in the jungles on the outskirts of town, remained intact. Erin and her squad collected the vast amount of ordnance and took it, with the towns only star ship, a bulk freighter, to Mandalore.
Their they assimilated the last of the Sylas'tya clan and it's weaponry with the growing Mandalorian revolutionary force and joined the special forces where Erin gained the Rank of Corporal when the Mandalorians began to again reconquer there dominion.
Compared to her own clan's achievements, this new rising Mandalorian faction was vastly superior. While her own clan had barely gone to expand beyond it's township, these Mandalorians had aspirations on a galactic scale already. Why the republic had destroyed her clan and not the Mandalorians on Mandalore, remained a mystery to her. Certainly these Mandalorians were a greater threat. Maybe the Republic was scared. Or, at least that's what Erin liked to think, to quell her fears deep down that as soon as she became familiar with her new home, it too would be taken from her.After helping the upstart Mandalorians expand their growing empire, she eventually attained the rank of Corporal
Then, quite recently, Erin attended and led her fire team in retaking the sacking of Concord Dawn, her home planet. It had been almost two years since everything she had known was decimated at the hands of the Republic. Finally she had her revenge, but she hungered for more and she wouldn't stop until she they had the republic at it's throat.
Ironically, she happened to pass over her home while on the shuttle-ride to the landing zone. In the valley below, the fires that had burned her city, had spread throughout the valley up the surrounding mountain side, only halted when it neared the moist climate of the Jungle, slowing it's growth and ultimately extinguished it. Her hope in the future was to one day return and rebuild they Sylas'tya clan, greater than it had ever been before.
But right now, there was a whole novel worth of things left to do. And taking back concord was number one on the list. Also from her fellow comrades, she heard vague rumors of a Sith resurgence and at first thought nothing of it. But as the rumors got more and more descriptive, she couldn't help but begin to believe. And while at first she didn't like the idea of a third edge to the blade of Galactic conflict, for the time being, the Sith might prove a powerful ally to the fledgling Mandalorians.
Password: Kylah
RP Sample:
Erin and her platoon drudged up the steep hill overgrown with jungle growth in attempt to reach the flat clearing above which housed a small insignificant settlement which they were ordered to destroy. As they macheted their way through the last of the dense vines and ankle deep mud, they approached the settlement. Due to her strong talent in considering situations and creating a proper strategy to fit the given situation, Erin assessed the village and though it was strongly likely that they would face little, to no opposition, she was did not intend to take any causalities this evening.
Motioning for her men, many of them relatives, to move up, she pointed to each of the houses, sending to of her soldiers in for each of them. Efficiently and practically silently, they moved in, seizing dwellings and killing any who opposed them. There were no specific orders on rules of contact, but most of the adults were slain in their sleep. Any children under around five would be taken hostage and assimilated into The clan.
Erin watched with a grin as she activated her com-link, sending a message to headquarters that the mission had been completed. Minutes passed by and there was no response; she sent it again but still no response. Curiously she climbed to the top of the highest building to overlook the city in the valley below. Instead of the regular pale-blue to purplish hues that should have accompanied the cool durasteel walls on her infra-red scanner, she saw only bright flashes of red and white. She ripped of her helmet in disbelief only to be shocked more by the sight of her home, consumed in a relentless and unforgiving inferno. Buildings toppled over, crushing smaller building beneath it, as well as the citizens fleeing the disaster. The bombers, who she identified as Republic ones, circled over head in another raid, adding insult to injury to the already defeated town. A tear collected in her eye and began to roll down the side of her cheek, hot with emotion. She wiped it away with her gloved hand and silently swore vengeance against the Republic. Though no one said a word, she was confident her surrounding comrades were doing the same.
