Post by Sporky on Jun 13, 2010 13:09:57 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorians
Department:Spec. Ops
Rank: Corporal
Name: Zordon
Race: Human/Boltrunian hybrid
Age: 28
Height:6'1
Weight: 355 lbs
Birth place: Mandalore; Stu'jeeo City
Appearance:
Being only half Boltrunian, Zordon isn't as muscular or as tall as pure-blood Boltrunians, but more so than the average Human. His skin is green, the same shade of green that some Dewbacks exhibit. He has the wide nose and heavy brow ridges of Boltrunians, but his face is otherwise human, save for a lack of hair.
Zordon's armor is predominately a light shade of teal, the helmet designed to look like a teal Krayt, a red crystal set into the forehead to symbolize rare red-colored Krayt pearls. The armor is otherwise unremarkable, save for its color.
Personality: Zordon is a gruff man, though he does have a kind side, and won't hesitate to help someone in need. He believes wholeheartedly to the Mandalorian cause, and would lay down his life for his bretheren. On the battlefield, if the mission is a milk run, he cannot help but laugh and deride the enemy forces, comparing them to infants.
Skills: Zordon's half-Boltrunian heritage gives him more physical strength than a Human, but still lacking compared to races such as Wookiees or Trandoshans. This makes Zordon well-suited to lugging around heavy weapons like his 20mm minigun.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 4
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: +1
Bio: Zordon was the son of two architects, a Boltrunian and a Human. Xandar was a male Boltrunian on Ordo, responsible for many of the rooftop atriums of the buildings on that planet. Clarice Darrow was a Human on Mandalore, designer of many of the apartment buildings for Republic occupiers.
The two met on a joint project to design a hotel near a spaceport on Mandalore. Clarice was almost immediately attract to Xandar, thinking his facial features were very exotic an desirable. Xandar at first was hesitant to get into an interspecies relationship, but Clarice eventually grew on him, and they began dating. They both secretly harbored sympathy for the Mandalorians, and quite a few dates were spent simply talking about such things.
After 4 years, their son was born. Xandar wanted him to be named like a Boltrunian, with just one name and no surname. Clarice was a little resistant, but she consented after some light nagging from her boyfriend, and the child was named Zordon.
As a toddler, Zordon was spoiled. When he cried, Clarice was there to pick him up and coddle him. When he wanted food, he got it. When he couldn't find a toy, both his parents stopped what they were doing to find it. But they also raised him on stories and picture of Mandalorians. Whenever it was bedtime for Zordon, Clarice would read stories from accounts of Mandalorian battles. However, Clarice rewrote the stories into "Republic-friendly" versions, so that Zordon wouldn't recount these stories to anyone and get them arrested for sympathizing with the Mandalorians.
In his early school years, Zordon gained the nickname 'Dewback', due to his green skin tone and that he would eat a variety of things instead of just sticking to a few favorite foods. This didn't really bother Zordon, and he took it in stride. His circle of friends was small, at most only Zardon and three other students. He wasn't really a loner, but he didn't enjoy large groups, either.
In high school, Zordon's social life stayed relatively the same. He had a small group of friends, never bigger than four, and they stayed in the middle between loners and popular. His grades were around average, though he did a little better in history and physical education. His love life was rather unremarkable for his first two girlfriends, never causing any shocking gossip or a big stir when they seperated. The third girlfriend he had, though, an Epicanthix girl named Juna, struck a chord in Zordon. Being an Epicanthix, she was inclined towards fighting, though in her it simply manifested as her being a weapon 'buff', keeping up with the latest weapons and equipment. Though most had been put off by this trait, Zordon found himself smitten by her. His subconscious memories of the bedtime stories his mother had read to him as a kid, along with the tales of great battles Juna shared with him changed something in Zordon.
After graduation, Zordon kept in touch with Juna for a while, but when they were both 19, she decided to seek her fortune designing weapons for the Republic. Their last night together was, oddly, spent in a library, reading holobooks about Mandalorian mythology and battles. When they parted, it was on good terms, though Zordon was slightly disheartened to see her leave.
After Juna left Mandalore, Zordon moved out of his parents' house, and into a small apartment in the downtown section of Stu'jeeo city. He paid the bills by taking odd jobs, mostly those that benefitted from his strength. Carrying materials on construction yards. Stacking heavy crates. From time to time, Zordon occasionally helped to collect debts for people who needed someone who was physically imposing.
Shortly after his 24th birthday, whilst drunk after a hard day, Zordon let it slip to a bartender that he was a Mandalorian supporter. The bartender said nothing about it, and after waking up the next morning, he just assumed the bartender thought it was drunken rambling. Quite fortunately for him, though, the bartender had also been a supporter, and knew a fledgling local clan, Clan Fyuwa, started by the Fywua family, a family that looked to the Canyon Krayt for inspiration. In their eyes, just like the Canyon Krayt fighting off the much larger Greater Krayt, the Mandalorians needed to fight off the Republic.
Three weeks after the incident with the bartender, Zordon was approached by the bartender while helping to unload a delivery to the food store across the street. The bartender told Zordon about the clan, and offered to put him in touch with Gorn Fyuwa, the head of the Fyuwa household and clan leader. Zordon accepted, and that night, contacted his mother with the news. Clarice was ecstatic, but at the same time worried for her son. Zordon assured her that he'd be alright, and spent the next few days waiting for word from the bartender.
Two nights before the bartender contacted him again, Zordon had a dream. In this dream, he found himself surrounde by a multitude of krayts, each colored differently. These krayts weren't moving at all, save for breathing and occasionally shuffling. After what seemed like an eternity, a bluish-green krayt approached Zordon, and when it touched him, he woke up.
Gorn Fyuwa was not what Zordon expected him to be. He had expected a grizzled and tough old man, hardened by fighting and with numerous scars. Instead, Gorn was rather friendly and jovial, though he still had an air about him that he was not to be trifled with. The meeting started with food and conversation, until Gorn asked Zordon if he was serious about joining the clan. When Zordon replied that he was, Gorn turned serious. His expression hardened and his eyes gained a weary look. He told Zordon that joining a Mandalorian clan was no simple affair, and that not some lost their lives in the process. Zordon insisted he was willing to lay his life down for the cause, and Gorn began explaining the Fyuwa clan's philosophy.
Gorn had spent 8 years living on Tatooine before returning to Mandalore. During that time, he became fascinated with the canyon krayt, especially the rare three-horned subspieces. One day while travelling acros the Dune Sea, Gorn witnessed a battle between a three-horned canyon krayt and a greater krayt. He knew better than to stick around for very long, though, and got out of there. But that fight stuck with him for a long time, and when he started Clan Fyuwa, he used it as the basis of his philosophy. Just as the canyon krayt fought off the greater krayt, the Mandalorians must fight off the Republic.
Then Zordon's training began. He was naturally inclined towards unarmed fighting, but he wasn't lacking in other forms of combat, either. His strength lead him to go for heavier weapons, like heavy rifles and vibroswords. He was a natural learner, but the weapons that Juna had told about helped a little as well.
Then came the time for Zordon to construct his armor. Taking a cue from the dream he had experienced, and with assistance from Gorn, he designed the helmet to look like a Krayt head, along with the standard T visor. The overall colors of the armor was teal, like the krayt he had seen in the dream.
The next step of Zordon's acceptance into the clan was a test of skill. He was given a vibrodagger and a single shot pistol, and told that if he could survive for two days on Dxun, he would be a member of Clan Fyuwa.
To say that Dxun was inhospitable would be an understatement. Bomas seemed to be everywhere Zardon was, forcing him to be on the run almost constantly. At least once he contemplated using the pistol on himself, but a determination would well up inside him and forced him to go on. He did manage to catch a lucky break when he found a cave containing a sleeping herbivore. He quickly stabbed it through the brain, and stayed in the cave, using its body for food until the time was up.
Upon returning to Mandalore, Zordon was granted an honorary place in Clan Fyuwa. He was 26 years old when he became a full-fledged Mandalorian. After this, he continued to work odd jobs to pay the bills for his apartment, once again returning to living one day at a time. But he knew in his heart that another Mandalore would rise, and call his brothers to arms against the Republic. Sure enough, it happened, and Zordon answered the call, finding himself in the Spec. Ops soon after.
RP Sample:
"So what'd you say this thing's name was again?" questioned the Mandalorian, looking over at the short human who'd made him the weapon. "It's called Go. 1000 round backpack ammo supply. 1000 RPM. A bit on the heavy side, but it should be no problem for someone like you. And its design is exclusive to Redfac Weapons." The half-Boltrunian ran a hand down the barrels, then stopped. "Wait..why is it named Go?" Harmond Slade chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Well..there's supposed to be a companion weapon to go with it. Named Touch. Slow. But packs a punch. I haven't gotten around to making it yet." This statement was met with a 'You're serious. Aren't you?' glare from Zordon, who just shrugged. "Fine..whatever."
Blaster fire. Explosions. Sounds now common to him. Yes, Zordon of Clan Fyuwa was now a Corporal in the Mandalorian Special Operations. His joining and advancement were a blur to him, but what mattered right now was making sure he didn't get shot whie reminiscing. But this skirmish was almost over. It had been simple enough on paper. A guerrilla strike. Go in, clear out the outpost, and secure it. But nothing was ever as simple as it was on paper. Paper hadn't accounted for the simple but deadly pillar droids they'd set up around the outpost. After regaining their composure and losing a few of their own, they'd taken out the droids, and moved into the outpost. After that, it was relatively smooth sailing. The troops guarding the remote outpost were far from elite fighting machines, and they'd died fairly easily.
When it was all said and done, the victors let out a victory yell, and gathered together to congratulate each other and laugh at their enemies. Zordon, tall and hulking, let out a raucous laugh. "What kind of sick man sends babies to fight us?"
I need Kylah!61!
Department:Spec. Ops
Rank: Corporal
Name: Zordon
Race: Human/Boltrunian hybrid
Age: 28
Height:6'1
Weight: 355 lbs
Birth place: Mandalore; Stu'jeeo City
Appearance:
Being only half Boltrunian, Zordon isn't as muscular or as tall as pure-blood Boltrunians, but more so than the average Human. His skin is green, the same shade of green that some Dewbacks exhibit. He has the wide nose and heavy brow ridges of Boltrunians, but his face is otherwise human, save for a lack of hair.
Zordon's armor is predominately a light shade of teal, the helmet designed to look like a teal Krayt, a red crystal set into the forehead to symbolize rare red-colored Krayt pearls. The armor is otherwise unremarkable, save for its color.
Personality: Zordon is a gruff man, though he does have a kind side, and won't hesitate to help someone in need. He believes wholeheartedly to the Mandalorian cause, and would lay down his life for his bretheren. On the battlefield, if the mission is a milk run, he cannot help but laugh and deride the enemy forces, comparing them to infants.
Skills: Zordon's half-Boltrunian heritage gives him more physical strength than a Human, but still lacking compared to races such as Wookiees or Trandoshans. This makes Zordon well-suited to lugging around heavy weapons like his 20mm minigun.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 4
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: +1
Bio: Zordon was the son of two architects, a Boltrunian and a Human. Xandar was a male Boltrunian on Ordo, responsible for many of the rooftop atriums of the buildings on that planet. Clarice Darrow was a Human on Mandalore, designer of many of the apartment buildings for Republic occupiers.
The two met on a joint project to design a hotel near a spaceport on Mandalore. Clarice was almost immediately attract to Xandar, thinking his facial features were very exotic an desirable. Xandar at first was hesitant to get into an interspecies relationship, but Clarice eventually grew on him, and they began dating. They both secretly harbored sympathy for the Mandalorians, and quite a few dates were spent simply talking about such things.
After 4 years, their son was born. Xandar wanted him to be named like a Boltrunian, with just one name and no surname. Clarice was a little resistant, but she consented after some light nagging from her boyfriend, and the child was named Zordon.
As a toddler, Zordon was spoiled. When he cried, Clarice was there to pick him up and coddle him. When he wanted food, he got it. When he couldn't find a toy, both his parents stopped what they were doing to find it. But they also raised him on stories and picture of Mandalorians. Whenever it was bedtime for Zordon, Clarice would read stories from accounts of Mandalorian battles. However, Clarice rewrote the stories into "Republic-friendly" versions, so that Zordon wouldn't recount these stories to anyone and get them arrested for sympathizing with the Mandalorians.
In his early school years, Zordon gained the nickname 'Dewback', due to his green skin tone and that he would eat a variety of things instead of just sticking to a few favorite foods. This didn't really bother Zordon, and he took it in stride. His circle of friends was small, at most only Zardon and three other students. He wasn't really a loner, but he didn't enjoy large groups, either.
In high school, Zordon's social life stayed relatively the same. He had a small group of friends, never bigger than four, and they stayed in the middle between loners and popular. His grades were around average, though he did a little better in history and physical education. His love life was rather unremarkable for his first two girlfriends, never causing any shocking gossip or a big stir when they seperated. The third girlfriend he had, though, an Epicanthix girl named Juna, struck a chord in Zordon. Being an Epicanthix, she was inclined towards fighting, though in her it simply manifested as her being a weapon 'buff', keeping up with the latest weapons and equipment. Though most had been put off by this trait, Zordon found himself smitten by her. His subconscious memories of the bedtime stories his mother had read to him as a kid, along with the tales of great battles Juna shared with him changed something in Zordon.
After graduation, Zordon kept in touch with Juna for a while, but when they were both 19, she decided to seek her fortune designing weapons for the Republic. Their last night together was, oddly, spent in a library, reading holobooks about Mandalorian mythology and battles. When they parted, it was on good terms, though Zordon was slightly disheartened to see her leave.
After Juna left Mandalore, Zordon moved out of his parents' house, and into a small apartment in the downtown section of Stu'jeeo city. He paid the bills by taking odd jobs, mostly those that benefitted from his strength. Carrying materials on construction yards. Stacking heavy crates. From time to time, Zordon occasionally helped to collect debts for people who needed someone who was physically imposing.
Shortly after his 24th birthday, whilst drunk after a hard day, Zordon let it slip to a bartender that he was a Mandalorian supporter. The bartender said nothing about it, and after waking up the next morning, he just assumed the bartender thought it was drunken rambling. Quite fortunately for him, though, the bartender had also been a supporter, and knew a fledgling local clan, Clan Fyuwa, started by the Fywua family, a family that looked to the Canyon Krayt for inspiration. In their eyes, just like the Canyon Krayt fighting off the much larger Greater Krayt, the Mandalorians needed to fight off the Republic.
Three weeks after the incident with the bartender, Zordon was approached by the bartender while helping to unload a delivery to the food store across the street. The bartender told Zordon about the clan, and offered to put him in touch with Gorn Fyuwa, the head of the Fyuwa household and clan leader. Zordon accepted, and that night, contacted his mother with the news. Clarice was ecstatic, but at the same time worried for her son. Zordon assured her that he'd be alright, and spent the next few days waiting for word from the bartender.
Two nights before the bartender contacted him again, Zordon had a dream. In this dream, he found himself surrounde by a multitude of krayts, each colored differently. These krayts weren't moving at all, save for breathing and occasionally shuffling. After what seemed like an eternity, a bluish-green krayt approached Zordon, and when it touched him, he woke up.
Gorn Fyuwa was not what Zordon expected him to be. He had expected a grizzled and tough old man, hardened by fighting and with numerous scars. Instead, Gorn was rather friendly and jovial, though he still had an air about him that he was not to be trifled with. The meeting started with food and conversation, until Gorn asked Zordon if he was serious about joining the clan. When Zordon replied that he was, Gorn turned serious. His expression hardened and his eyes gained a weary look. He told Zordon that joining a Mandalorian clan was no simple affair, and that not some lost their lives in the process. Zordon insisted he was willing to lay his life down for the cause, and Gorn began explaining the Fyuwa clan's philosophy.
Gorn had spent 8 years living on Tatooine before returning to Mandalore. During that time, he became fascinated with the canyon krayt, especially the rare three-horned subspieces. One day while travelling acros the Dune Sea, Gorn witnessed a battle between a three-horned canyon krayt and a greater krayt. He knew better than to stick around for very long, though, and got out of there. But that fight stuck with him for a long time, and when he started Clan Fyuwa, he used it as the basis of his philosophy. Just as the canyon krayt fought off the greater krayt, the Mandalorians must fight off the Republic.
Then Zordon's training began. He was naturally inclined towards unarmed fighting, but he wasn't lacking in other forms of combat, either. His strength lead him to go for heavier weapons, like heavy rifles and vibroswords. He was a natural learner, but the weapons that Juna had told about helped a little as well.
Then came the time for Zordon to construct his armor. Taking a cue from the dream he had experienced, and with assistance from Gorn, he designed the helmet to look like a Krayt head, along with the standard T visor. The overall colors of the armor was teal, like the krayt he had seen in the dream.
The next step of Zordon's acceptance into the clan was a test of skill. He was given a vibrodagger and a single shot pistol, and told that if he could survive for two days on Dxun, he would be a member of Clan Fyuwa.
To say that Dxun was inhospitable would be an understatement. Bomas seemed to be everywhere Zardon was, forcing him to be on the run almost constantly. At least once he contemplated using the pistol on himself, but a determination would well up inside him and forced him to go on. He did manage to catch a lucky break when he found a cave containing a sleeping herbivore. He quickly stabbed it through the brain, and stayed in the cave, using its body for food until the time was up.
Upon returning to Mandalore, Zordon was granted an honorary place in Clan Fyuwa. He was 26 years old when he became a full-fledged Mandalorian. After this, he continued to work odd jobs to pay the bills for his apartment, once again returning to living one day at a time. But he knew in his heart that another Mandalore would rise, and call his brothers to arms against the Republic. Sure enough, it happened, and Zordon answered the call, finding himself in the Spec. Ops soon after.
RP Sample:
"So what'd you say this thing's name was again?" questioned the Mandalorian, looking over at the short human who'd made him the weapon. "It's called Go. 1000 round backpack ammo supply. 1000 RPM. A bit on the heavy side, but it should be no problem for someone like you. And its design is exclusive to Redfac Weapons." The half-Boltrunian ran a hand down the barrels, then stopped. "Wait..why is it named Go?" Harmond Slade chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Well..there's supposed to be a companion weapon to go with it. Named Touch. Slow. But packs a punch. I haven't gotten around to making it yet." This statement was met with a 'You're serious. Aren't you?' glare from Zordon, who just shrugged. "Fine..whatever."
Blaster fire. Explosions. Sounds now common to him. Yes, Zordon of Clan Fyuwa was now a Corporal in the Mandalorian Special Operations. His joining and advancement were a blur to him, but what mattered right now was making sure he didn't get shot whie reminiscing. But this skirmish was almost over. It had been simple enough on paper. A guerrilla strike. Go in, clear out the outpost, and secure it. But nothing was ever as simple as it was on paper. Paper hadn't accounted for the simple but deadly pillar droids they'd set up around the outpost. After regaining their composure and losing a few of their own, they'd taken out the droids, and moved into the outpost. After that, it was relatively smooth sailing. The troops guarding the remote outpost were far from elite fighting machines, and they'd died fairly easily.
When it was all said and done, the victors let out a victory yell, and gathered together to congratulate each other and laugh at their enemies. Zordon, tall and hulking, let out a raucous laugh. "What kind of sick man sends babies to fight us?"
I need Kylah!61!
