Post by Hammy on Sept 1, 2008 2:22:57 GMT -5
Name: Rollick Maar
Race: Codru-Ji, Mandalorian
Age: 18
Height: 1.6 meters
Weight: 140 lbs sans armor
Appearance:
Hair color: short, brown with blonde highlights
Eye color: violet
Skin color: a darker tan
Armor: red base with black splashes and single stripe down front
Cape: grey
Physical characteristics: not particularly tall or heavily built, average size, scar on left cheek
Birth place: Munto Codru
Profession: primarily a bounty hunter but does odd jobs when bounties are hard to come by
Bio:
[Humble Beginnings]
Rollick was born the first son of a minor clan leader on Munto Codru. As a wyrwulf, he was nicknamed ‘Ko’, to be named Raiko once he matured into an adult. Being the son of a clan leader enabled the young wyrwulf to live a life of relative luxury. As per the norm with clan leaders and their rivalries, he was the victim of coup abduction in his fifth year. After a day or so kept in the rival clan’s village, Ko’s father paid the characteristic ransom and the rival clan set about returning the youth. Unfortunately, complications arose with the transport and they had to make an emergency landing in Capital Codru. There, while waiting for repairs outside a local dock, Ko was abducted again but this time by a non-native. The unsavory Changeling, Hath Keva, traded in ‘exotic species’ and had been cruising backwater planets to find little known commodities. He spotted Ko, assumed the youth was a pet, and when Ko’s original abductees were arguing with the repairman over prices, snatched Ko up and fled.
[Life on the Road]
Ko never found out how the dealer managed to get off-planet without getting captured but Keva was a pro at blending in with species, being a Clawdite. Ko was as of yet ignorant to the sheer number of beings in the galaxy and was constantly baffled by Keva’s consistent change of appearance. Now in Hath Keva’s Exotic Species of the Outer Rim, Ko and various other little known species were regular attractions wherever the man decided to set up shop. Ko remained with the dealer for a year before being sold. The sale took place on Tatooine, in Anchorhead, where Ko caught the eye of Mandalorian A’den Maar, one of the descendants of the original clan exiled to Tatooine by Revan after the Mandalorian defeat at Malachor V.
[New Friends]
Like most unfamiliar with Codru-ji, Maar was entirely unaware just what he was buying. Hath Keva was happy with the exchange, as was A’den, who had been looking for a friendly companion. Ko had mixed feelings. He resented the captivity but the idea that he was property insulted him. Consequently, A’den and Ko’s early relationship was a trifle strained. A’den called Ko ‘Briik.’
In spite of his misgivings, A’den proved to be an interesting puzzle for Ko. Ko pieced together bits of A’den’s history over the next two years through their travels from Tatooine to other various backwater planets on odd jobs and hunts. Ko’s lack of enthusiasm towards the human disappeared one fateful day on a hunt after a small time spice dealer through the jungles and swamps of Malastare. After rounding an old Dug structure planted at the base of a cliff, the pair came upon a cave. In that cave happened to be one of the imported Nexu that a local drug lord used for patrolling. Initially, the beast targeted the smaller target – Ko. In an effort to save him, A’den managed to fight the Nexu off of Ko but now found himself being set upon but the much larger animal. Ko, touched by A’den’s actions, leapt in to try and save the Mandalorian. Through the combined efforts of man and wyrwulf, the nexu was beaten. Much bruised and bleeding, A’den and Ko looked upon each other in a different light and the strain that existed between them was replaced by camaraderie.
[Crossroads]
A’den received a surprise one morning. He found ‘Briik’ had disappeared. The only thing left in his usual sleeping place in the copilot’s chair of A’den’s ship was a rubbery, blue cocoon. The Mandalorian, concerned but logical, decided to follow his hunch that the cocoon /was/ Briik. He waited. Some weeks later, the cocoon opened but it wasn’t the scruffy brown-blonde canine that A’den was familiar with. Instead, it was a mature Codru-Ji male: Ko. The picture was finally made clear to A’den after much explanation on Ko’s part. It was determined that, since A’den was the closest thing to a father Ko had had for the past couple years, the Mandalorian should give him his real name. A’den decided on Rollick and promptly adopted him as his son. He taught Rollick every trick he knew, raised him as a Mandalorian in spite of their being far from home. They became business partners as well as father and son. The difference between their species never came into consideration and A’den always defended the decision with complete conviction.
Tragedy would strike, though. Five years later, while pursuing a bounty on the outskirts of Mos Espa, they were ambushed by Tuskan raiders and A’den was critically injured in the ensuing battle. Rollick did his best to administer rapid first aid but A’den died of trauma and blood loss some time later. Bereft, Rollick buried his father there. As they had never quite been able to find another suitable suit of armor, Rollick took A’den’s armor for his own. The fit wasn’t quite perfect and he was missing armor for his lower arms but Rollick vowed to not let the beskar’gam go to waste. He finished the hunt with voraciousness and moved on into the galaxy alone.
[Solo Career]
Rollick followed in A’den’s footsteps, becoming a bounty hunter. He painted the armor red, symbolizing honor for his father and splashed a bit of black here and there to represent justice. Still unable to find or afford real beskar armor for the pieces he needed, Rollick resorted to durasteel for the lower shoulder pads and gauntlets. His rate of employment varies, sometimes hired consistently and other times barely at all in spite of being regularly efficient. To make up for a lack of funds, he sometimes resorts to personal protection or assassination jobs. He hasn’t decided if he wishes to visit Mandalore, being of A’den’s mind set and wishing to stay out of large scale conflicts.
[Currently]
At the moment, Rollick is recruited into the Mandalorian army. After taking a tour around Keldabe, he made the decision to get to know his adopted culture in a 'trial-by-fire' so to speak.
Skills:
Rapid Shot, Keen Eye, Crowd-Blending
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Mental Strength: 7
Speed: 8
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: 0
Weapons/Spec: 4 low-grade Mandalorian heavy blaster pistols, vibroblade, low-grade jetpack with limited flight and flamethrower capabilities, spurs, retractable blades and fibercord in gauntlets
RP Sample:
Home is where the armor is.
And that meant that home could be anywhere. Even the squalid little dive on Coruscant where Rollick Maar found himself. Perched on a bar stool, various beings of the galaxy bumping him and passing by without a second thought, the Mandalorian nursed a cup of spicebrew. It wasn’t entirely obvious he was Mando’ad; a rather voluminous brown cloak hid his armor from view. The easily recognizable helmet was clipped to his belt, well out of sight. He’d learned from his father how to blend into a crowd, even with four arms. Being on Coruscant, home of thousands of species, helped as well.
Taking a sip of the spicy drink, Rollick shook an arm free of the enveloping cloak to consult the data pad on one of his gauntlets. 20:56. Time to move. A spark of anticipation entered his violet eyes. Clearing his throat, he tossed a credit chip on the bar and made an exit, inconspicuous and otherwise indifferent. Outside, night had fallen on Galactic City. From the lower levels, it was hard to discern the stars through the layer of smog between here and the upper stories. But they were there. It would take some cataclysmic event to remove that aspect of the sky.
Rollick unclipped his helmet from his belt, crimson armor visible for just a brief moment before the cloak fell back over in a concealing curtain. Expression now forming his characteristic grin, he placed the helmet on his head. He lingered to the right of the dive’s pock-marked door, watching from the shadows the various beings amble by in the Coruscant night, looking for one in particular. The fellow passed by here every evening after conducting his nightly affairs. Right on cue, 20:59, the Twi’lek nudged his way through the crowd. Rollick, grin hidden but still planted on his face, whispered to himself.
Oya.
The thing he loved about being able to phase into the crowd was whenever a being spotted the T-shaped visor barely out of arm’s reach. The reaction was always something Rollick enjoyed. A Mandalorian was easily recognized, even here.
He shadowed the spice dealer all the way to the fellow’s apartment. There, he veered off to the left, to another building. The Twi’lek would greet the Quarren at the desk, slap the stair-railing fondly, and go straight up to his room for a nightcap and the latest HNN cover before falling asleep. Rollick, meanwhile, would rappel to the fourth floor of the building across the street and break out the Mando assault rifle left to him by one of A’den Maar’s relatives.
Within two minutes, he was set up and sticking the muzzle of the rifle just through the window of the empty room. Peering through the scope, he could spot the Twi’lek moving from the small cooling unit with a drink in hand. ‘A Screaming Mynoc,’ Rollick muttered to himself. His target bent to retrieve his news holo from the floor; Rollick lined up the sights. He took one deep breath, using all four arms to keep the rifle steady. He wished he’d been able to just gut the Twi’lek in his own room but the Quarren up front would ask questions.
The top of the Twi’lek’s blue head appeared over the edge of the window frame. Rollick made himself squeeze the trigger slowly, so as to not jerk or fire too early. The shot tore through the plexiglass window …and screamed through the wall on the far side, missing the Twi’lek’s head by mere inches. “Osik!” Rollick swore. He had to act fast. Setting the rifle down, he backed up a few steps and sprinted for the open window.
Diving through, he activated his jetpack controls. The machine flared to life and propelled Rollick across the fifty foot gap between the buildings, straight at the Twi’lek’s apartment window.
The unfortunate dealer was regarding the fist sized hole in the wall with amazement when an armored figure burst through the remnants of the window. He whirled around to find a blaster muzzle shoved in his face. For the Twi’lek, it wasn’t the ideal last image one sees before death. The shot killed the dealer instantly and he flopped over.
Rollick heaved a disgusted sigh, unconcerned about the mess. He eyed the hole left by the projectile and wondered idly if it had killed someone in the next room… Either way, he had his bounty. He took a quick snapshot of the kill with his helmet cam and slipped the signet ring off the Twi’lek’s left ring finger for proof to his employer.
“Nothing personal, aruetii. Some of my best friends are Twi’leks,” Rollick said, placing the ring in a pocket on his belt. The sound of footsteps brought his attention to the door. Time to go. He turned around and left the room in quite the same manner in which he entered. This time, a few beings down on the street looked up to watch a six-limbed figure fly from one building to the other.
The figure recovered his Mando rifle, exited the building through a back way and disappeared into the Coruscant night, humming a curious chant.
Bal kote, darasuum kote,
Jorso’ran kando a tome.
Sa kyr’am Nau tracyn kad, Vode an.
Ship Name: S-200 Spur ‘Cuyan’
Race: Codru-Ji, Mandalorian
Age: 18
Height: 1.6 meters
Weight: 140 lbs sans armor
Appearance:
Hair color: short, brown with blonde highlights
Eye color: violet
Skin color: a darker tan
Armor: red base with black splashes and single stripe down front
Cape: grey
Physical characteristics: not particularly tall or heavily built, average size, scar on left cheek
Birth place: Munto Codru
Profession: primarily a bounty hunter but does odd jobs when bounties are hard to come by
Bio:
[Humble Beginnings]
Rollick was born the first son of a minor clan leader on Munto Codru. As a wyrwulf, he was nicknamed ‘Ko’, to be named Raiko once he matured into an adult. Being the son of a clan leader enabled the young wyrwulf to live a life of relative luxury. As per the norm with clan leaders and their rivalries, he was the victim of coup abduction in his fifth year. After a day or so kept in the rival clan’s village, Ko’s father paid the characteristic ransom and the rival clan set about returning the youth. Unfortunately, complications arose with the transport and they had to make an emergency landing in Capital Codru. There, while waiting for repairs outside a local dock, Ko was abducted again but this time by a non-native. The unsavory Changeling, Hath Keva, traded in ‘exotic species’ and had been cruising backwater planets to find little known commodities. He spotted Ko, assumed the youth was a pet, and when Ko’s original abductees were arguing with the repairman over prices, snatched Ko up and fled.
[Life on the Road]
Ko never found out how the dealer managed to get off-planet without getting captured but Keva was a pro at blending in with species, being a Clawdite. Ko was as of yet ignorant to the sheer number of beings in the galaxy and was constantly baffled by Keva’s consistent change of appearance. Now in Hath Keva’s Exotic Species of the Outer Rim, Ko and various other little known species were regular attractions wherever the man decided to set up shop. Ko remained with the dealer for a year before being sold. The sale took place on Tatooine, in Anchorhead, where Ko caught the eye of Mandalorian A’den Maar, one of the descendants of the original clan exiled to Tatooine by Revan after the Mandalorian defeat at Malachor V.
[New Friends]
Like most unfamiliar with Codru-ji, Maar was entirely unaware just what he was buying. Hath Keva was happy with the exchange, as was A’den, who had been looking for a friendly companion. Ko had mixed feelings. He resented the captivity but the idea that he was property insulted him. Consequently, A’den and Ko’s early relationship was a trifle strained. A’den called Ko ‘Briik.’
In spite of his misgivings, A’den proved to be an interesting puzzle for Ko. Ko pieced together bits of A’den’s history over the next two years through their travels from Tatooine to other various backwater planets on odd jobs and hunts. Ko’s lack of enthusiasm towards the human disappeared one fateful day on a hunt after a small time spice dealer through the jungles and swamps of Malastare. After rounding an old Dug structure planted at the base of a cliff, the pair came upon a cave. In that cave happened to be one of the imported Nexu that a local drug lord used for patrolling. Initially, the beast targeted the smaller target – Ko. In an effort to save him, A’den managed to fight the Nexu off of Ko but now found himself being set upon but the much larger animal. Ko, touched by A’den’s actions, leapt in to try and save the Mandalorian. Through the combined efforts of man and wyrwulf, the nexu was beaten. Much bruised and bleeding, A’den and Ko looked upon each other in a different light and the strain that existed between them was replaced by camaraderie.
[Crossroads]
A’den received a surprise one morning. He found ‘Briik’ had disappeared. The only thing left in his usual sleeping place in the copilot’s chair of A’den’s ship was a rubbery, blue cocoon. The Mandalorian, concerned but logical, decided to follow his hunch that the cocoon /was/ Briik. He waited. Some weeks later, the cocoon opened but it wasn’t the scruffy brown-blonde canine that A’den was familiar with. Instead, it was a mature Codru-Ji male: Ko. The picture was finally made clear to A’den after much explanation on Ko’s part. It was determined that, since A’den was the closest thing to a father Ko had had for the past couple years, the Mandalorian should give him his real name. A’den decided on Rollick and promptly adopted him as his son. He taught Rollick every trick he knew, raised him as a Mandalorian in spite of their being far from home. They became business partners as well as father and son. The difference between their species never came into consideration and A’den always defended the decision with complete conviction.
Tragedy would strike, though. Five years later, while pursuing a bounty on the outskirts of Mos Espa, they were ambushed by Tuskan raiders and A’den was critically injured in the ensuing battle. Rollick did his best to administer rapid first aid but A’den died of trauma and blood loss some time later. Bereft, Rollick buried his father there. As they had never quite been able to find another suitable suit of armor, Rollick took A’den’s armor for his own. The fit wasn’t quite perfect and he was missing armor for his lower arms but Rollick vowed to not let the beskar’gam go to waste. He finished the hunt with voraciousness and moved on into the galaxy alone.
[Solo Career]
Rollick followed in A’den’s footsteps, becoming a bounty hunter. He painted the armor red, symbolizing honor for his father and splashed a bit of black here and there to represent justice. Still unable to find or afford real beskar armor for the pieces he needed, Rollick resorted to durasteel for the lower shoulder pads and gauntlets. His rate of employment varies, sometimes hired consistently and other times barely at all in spite of being regularly efficient. To make up for a lack of funds, he sometimes resorts to personal protection or assassination jobs. He hasn’t decided if he wishes to visit Mandalore, being of A’den’s mind set and wishing to stay out of large scale conflicts.
[Currently]
At the moment, Rollick is recruited into the Mandalorian army. After taking a tour around Keldabe, he made the decision to get to know his adopted culture in a 'trial-by-fire' so to speak.
Skills:
Rapid Shot, Keen Eye, Crowd-Blending
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Mental Strength: 7
Speed: 8
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: 0
Weapons/Spec: 4 low-grade Mandalorian heavy blaster pistols, vibroblade, low-grade jetpack with limited flight and flamethrower capabilities, spurs, retractable blades and fibercord in gauntlets
RP Sample:
Home is where the armor is.
And that meant that home could be anywhere. Even the squalid little dive on Coruscant where Rollick Maar found himself. Perched on a bar stool, various beings of the galaxy bumping him and passing by without a second thought, the Mandalorian nursed a cup of spicebrew. It wasn’t entirely obvious he was Mando’ad; a rather voluminous brown cloak hid his armor from view. The easily recognizable helmet was clipped to his belt, well out of sight. He’d learned from his father how to blend into a crowd, even with four arms. Being on Coruscant, home of thousands of species, helped as well.
Taking a sip of the spicy drink, Rollick shook an arm free of the enveloping cloak to consult the data pad on one of his gauntlets. 20:56. Time to move. A spark of anticipation entered his violet eyes. Clearing his throat, he tossed a credit chip on the bar and made an exit, inconspicuous and otherwise indifferent. Outside, night had fallen on Galactic City. From the lower levels, it was hard to discern the stars through the layer of smog between here and the upper stories. But they were there. It would take some cataclysmic event to remove that aspect of the sky.
Rollick unclipped his helmet from his belt, crimson armor visible for just a brief moment before the cloak fell back over in a concealing curtain. Expression now forming his characteristic grin, he placed the helmet on his head. He lingered to the right of the dive’s pock-marked door, watching from the shadows the various beings amble by in the Coruscant night, looking for one in particular. The fellow passed by here every evening after conducting his nightly affairs. Right on cue, 20:59, the Twi’lek nudged his way through the crowd. Rollick, grin hidden but still planted on his face, whispered to himself.
Oya.
The thing he loved about being able to phase into the crowd was whenever a being spotted the T-shaped visor barely out of arm’s reach. The reaction was always something Rollick enjoyed. A Mandalorian was easily recognized, even here.
He shadowed the spice dealer all the way to the fellow’s apartment. There, he veered off to the left, to another building. The Twi’lek would greet the Quarren at the desk, slap the stair-railing fondly, and go straight up to his room for a nightcap and the latest HNN cover before falling asleep. Rollick, meanwhile, would rappel to the fourth floor of the building across the street and break out the Mando assault rifle left to him by one of A’den Maar’s relatives.
Within two minutes, he was set up and sticking the muzzle of the rifle just through the window of the empty room. Peering through the scope, he could spot the Twi’lek moving from the small cooling unit with a drink in hand. ‘A Screaming Mynoc,’ Rollick muttered to himself. His target bent to retrieve his news holo from the floor; Rollick lined up the sights. He took one deep breath, using all four arms to keep the rifle steady. He wished he’d been able to just gut the Twi’lek in his own room but the Quarren up front would ask questions.
The top of the Twi’lek’s blue head appeared over the edge of the window frame. Rollick made himself squeeze the trigger slowly, so as to not jerk or fire too early. The shot tore through the plexiglass window …and screamed through the wall on the far side, missing the Twi’lek’s head by mere inches. “Osik!” Rollick swore. He had to act fast. Setting the rifle down, he backed up a few steps and sprinted for the open window.
Diving through, he activated his jetpack controls. The machine flared to life and propelled Rollick across the fifty foot gap between the buildings, straight at the Twi’lek’s apartment window.
The unfortunate dealer was regarding the fist sized hole in the wall with amazement when an armored figure burst through the remnants of the window. He whirled around to find a blaster muzzle shoved in his face. For the Twi’lek, it wasn’t the ideal last image one sees before death. The shot killed the dealer instantly and he flopped over.
Rollick heaved a disgusted sigh, unconcerned about the mess. He eyed the hole left by the projectile and wondered idly if it had killed someone in the next room… Either way, he had his bounty. He took a quick snapshot of the kill with his helmet cam and slipped the signet ring off the Twi’lek’s left ring finger for proof to his employer.
“Nothing personal, aruetii. Some of my best friends are Twi’leks,” Rollick said, placing the ring in a pocket on his belt. The sound of footsteps brought his attention to the door. Time to go. He turned around and left the room in quite the same manner in which he entered. This time, a few beings down on the street looked up to watch a six-limbed figure fly from one building to the other.
The figure recovered his Mando rifle, exited the building through a back way and disappeared into the Coruscant night, humming a curious chant.
Bal kote, darasuum kote,
Jorso’ran kando a tome.
Sa kyr’am Nau tracyn kad, Vode an.
Ship Name: S-200 Spur ‘Cuyan’
