Post by saylis on Mar 4, 2010 23:32:24 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorian
Department: Special Forces
Rank: Major
Name: Syna Skirata (say: zee-nah)
Race: Zeltron
Age: 27
Height: "5'6"
Weight: 147
Appearance:
(image above was not created nor owned by me)
Syna as a zeltron is naturally slender and physically fit, as most of her species is. But, her years of being up brought as a mandalorian have made her stronger, and lean. Her body shows this muscle when uncovered, her skin tight and as she moves you can see it well defined. Her actual skin is a hot pink color, as most zeltrons have, the pink is bright and it shows brighter under light. However, part of her skin on her back and arms is a much deeper crimson due to the ship crash when she was little. Her eyes are a very sparkling blue, but those eyes have seen the death of many people, from many races and cultures. The hair that tops her head is originally a very deep blue, the hair is both long and flowing, this kind of hair is common to her species. But, Syna died her hair a dark black rather then leave it blue, she did so out of experimentation, and to change herself. Out of necessity on missions she will braid at least part of her hair to keep it out of her eyes and bothering her. But, when she is not doing anything particularly important she will leave it down.
Her clothing choice when she is not wearing her armor is usually very tight to her own body. From basic colors, or to brighter and more revealing clothing, all feel very comfortable to her and personally she doesn't care how it really effects the people around her. Except when she has tried to flirt with someone, which is in no way beneath her doing to get her information if need be.
Syna's armor is personalized to fit herself, but it looks similar to the basic mandalorian armor design. The armor it's self is made with Beskar and the fact she crafted it along side her father, buliding it to fit her from then on, gives it meaning to her. The basis weave underneath the plates it a deep black, and skin tight to fit her form and not restrict her movement. The actual plates are covering her most of her body, the places where the most damage would be caused by a blaster shot is covered with the mandalorian iron of her suit. The plates themselves is a deep grey, except for her shoulder plates, which are a darker gold, and the plates on her thigh plates which match that color. On her left shoulder plate she had the clan skirata symbol permanently etched in a black color. As for her helmet it has the mandalorian classic t-shaped visor that is pure black and acts as a one way mirrior, she can see you, but you can't see her face. The t-visor has the same gold surrounding it as the on her shoulder plates, the armor looks complete this way, and if she is in a battle, that helmet may be the last thing you ever see.
As for her suit's gadgetry, there are certainly a few surprises and materials for her to use. Built into her helmate is a advanced HUD, this heads up display helps her monitor her own vitals and where she is hit, or if she is linked up with others, their vitals and where they are hit. As a trained medic, this helps her keep soldiers fighting if they are poisoned or hit. Along with this, her suit contains one pop out vibroshiv in the plate above her wrists. This blade is connected to a nuro-toxin that if cut by the blade it will seep into the wound, paralysis will soon set in, and eventually death from starvation. She contains the antidote for that and other poisons along with kolto to treat most wounds on her belt. In addition she has a jetpack attached to her back like most modern mandalorians have to get around faster.
Birth place:
Actual:
- Space, on the Warrior's Blaze
Foster Place:
Keldabe, Mandalore
Skills:
- Trained Medic, along with use of poisons/venom/toxins
- Above normal Assault rifle proficiency
- Pheromone/emotion control (racial)
- Empathy (racial)
Armament:
weapons
- x1 Mandalorian Assault Rifle (modified)
- x2 Mandalorian Heavy Blasters
- x1 Beskad Sword
- x3 Thermal Detonators
- x4 bottles of poison (depends on mission for type of posion, usually fed into vibroshiv tip to poison enemy on cut)
- x1 slide-out 10 inch vibroshiv
other
- 2x Advanced Medpacs
- 1x Lifesupport kit
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 8
Alignment: - 2
Bio:
Birth in fire // birth - 13
Syna was born to two zeltrons, Silvi and Riv, both were traveling mercenaries, and had been married happily for most of their lives. They had decided to have a child, maybe settle down back on Zeltros, that place was always happy to them. Unfortunately, their ship was caught by bounty hunters, sent by an angry hutt for them killing one of his best men. The ship Warrior's Blaze was injured in the firefight, her mother in the back was not doing so well with the entire ship tossing and turning as they desperately tried to evade the attack. The baby was held desperately between her arms, Silvi was being as careful as she could. Riv manage to escape, getting the ship into hyperspace, unfortunately, the trip was cut horrible shot, once out of hyperspace over Mandalore, they ship had a catastrophic engine failure, the ship was pulled down due to Mandlaore's gravity. Riv did the best he could, but the ship was brought down hard. Riv died in the process, Silvi however was still clinging to life, the mandalorian authorities hurried to the ship to see what was happening. Silvi pushed herself toward the outside best she could, baby in her arms she pleaded for help.
The mandalorians took her in, they were victims of a battle, or war, they did not know which, but reguardless they took them both in, to their doctors, the baby received no serious wounds due to her mother shielding her. Had her mother not done so the baby might not have survived. But, Silvi, even with her own armor on, received major burns and damage to her back and legs. The pain became too great, wounds too deep, and the blood coming out too fast. Right before she left, she told one mandalorian, the first who helped her away and the one who stayed with her and her baby one thing. "The baby... her name is Sy.....Syna..take care..of..her....", at those last words her mother died. The mandalorian's name was Kaelen Skirata, he was an accomplished warrior and a trained medic along with an expertise on poison. He helped try and save her mother, and too his and the other medic's best efforts she still passed. Kaelen was a male Kiffar who's wife Mar'le, who was a female twi'lek, and him had been unable to conceive a child, so he took Syna in, as her mother asked of him, and choice to raise her in clan Skirata.
Syna was taken home with him wrapped in a blanket, along with formula to have her drink. His wife was both surprised and protective over the baby, the purple twi'lek was both happy and sad for the baby. Both her and her husband were adopted by the mandalorains, she loved being part of the clan, as did her husband, but she was sad that the parents of this girl couldn't experience the joy of having the little one with them. But, the twi'lek took the woman took the girl in gladly, and the first few years of the zeltron's life was spent mainly around Mar'le, being as she was barly a years old when they found her, she stayed next to the twi'lek for three years. She learned mando'a and basic from her, she grasped a child's understanding on how to speak to Mar'le. Syna also spent time with her adoptive father, she grew very close to both of them fairly quickly.
At age 4 she really started her weapons training with her father, she was a bit later starting then most children, but only slightly. Her father taught her first to take care of a blaster, he had her pick of pistols, to rifles, and heavy weapons. What the little child went for first was a mandalorian assault rifle. Her father laughed, as he had used the same type of weapon on missions many times. She truly was his daughter, blood had no meaning in this matter. So with his help, she started with assault rifles. A little kid with a blaster that big needed help at first, but with time she grew much more used to the kick. While working on blasters, she also practiced both in melee combat and unarmed. She worked best with the ranged weapons, but she grew used to the melee weapons in time.
As she grew her father asked her something, she had been watching him when he worked both with poisons and when people went for him for help. He asked her what poison was colorless, odorless, tasteless poison that was extremely deadly. She was seven at the time, but by watching and listening to him, and from the times he explained something to her , she replied. Synox was the correct answer, and that is exactly what she answered. He was both surprised and happy, he asked her if she wanted to learn about medicine and how to attack others with poison. She replied yes, as she really found it interesting. Her father smiled and patted her on the back, and from there medicine and poisons were included in all of her fighting lessons, she memorized cures and poisons and venoms. Repeating cures and what they fix and poisons and what they do. The technique worked and it became second nature, her father sometimes had her help him when he was treating a mandalorian for battle wounds or a disease.
As she progressed to nine she grew empathetic to other people's emotions. She could feel when people were happy, sad, angry, or afraid. She could not yet control another person's emotions by projecting another emotion over theirs like a fully matured zeltron could. But, the first time she felt the feelings of others it knocked her off her feet. The planet mandalore was filled with struggle, fear, and still happiness. The amount of mandalorains and their passions made her dizzy for a week. Her father stood by her, helping her stay calm and sane. Every person she passed she felt them, feelings of pleasure, were what was the most tolerable for her during that first week. By the next week she was much more able to block others out, to the extent that she could walk around more calmly, less on edge.
Over the next two years she grew accustom to the feelings, and her last year of getting used to it she found that she could force emotions on other. She provoked one child into trying and rush her, putting anger into his thoughts when she simply moved out of the way when he crashed into the dirt. Then she further experimented and calmed him down. She was very content with herself on that day. She knew that her species would develop this skill to a high degree, along with pheromones that would enhance her looks to other beings. So along with her weapon and medical training, she took additional time to work with another Zeltron Mandalorian, one that her father worked with before and trusted. She would continue to teach her till the skill became near second nature to her, as it did most zeltrons after puberty.
By age 13, she was fully trained in the mandalorian way, she had passed her father's every test he had set out for her. One way or another the pink-skinned girl would be considered an adult by mandalorian culture soon. But, she had one last test to pass before she was considered an adult. Verd'goten, her initiation was something that was very strange to her. One part, her father said consisted of her making her armor, the other part, which he had chosen as her initiation, was to fight him. She was stunned, but she knew she had to do it, to become a warrior of mandalore. She crafted her armor alongside her father first, folding the mandalorian iron again and again. The iron was then formed into her armored plates and cooled. She painted the plates grey, with the pauldrons a deep gold, as well as the area around her t-visor. Her visor was equipped with a advanced HUD, along with a standered short-range comlink, and her HUD showing her vitals, and as a test her father linked her suit to his. His own vitals appeared on her screen. She found this both useful and amazing. The view made her dizzy at first, but she grew accustom to it with time. She then had to face her father in the next week, it was not about winning or losing, but her display of skills. There was a good chance of her winning, seeing as she knew most of his moves. But, the age and experience factor mattered, he was bigger and stronger then her, but hopefully she could use her own secret weapon.
The fight consisted of a battle circle fight, but this wasn't an ordinary battle circle fight. The area was much larger, but it was an open field, no cover of any kind, other mandalorians stood at the edge of the large circle, marking the boarder. She and her father stood in full armor, approximately 10 meters apart from each other. Her father allowed her to use her full arsenal of weapons, except explosives. She smiled at that statement, her emotion control had grown, at age 13 her control blossomed, her pheromones had been being slower at the time, but she knew they would come soon enough. The battle started out with a melee engagement beskad to beskad, the forged swords clanged and bounced off armor, but they both moved out of the melee fight at the same time, she personally moved back out.
She pulled out her assault rifle and fired off a volley of blaster shots. The blaster had been turned down to stun, armor would hold it's own agents it, but being shot in the few exposed areas would cause the blaster to really stun someone. The only reason it was turned down so low was to be able to shoot at areas that would have been death blows. It was hard enough turning the rifle that low, with most mandalorian assault rifle's being "overpowered", but it was achieved. Her shots were ineffective as her father jumped out of the way in a roll, he fired his own rifle at her, she let her armor take two blows then let the rest pass her. She then fired off another volley, while trying to doge her father's next round of shots.
The fight continued for some time, sweat had rolled down the sides of her cheeks as her continued effort went into fighting. She knew she couldn't last too much longer, if she was going to win she had to do it now. She activated her jet pack for a short jump over her father as she landed four meters away from him. She then used her emotion control that her species was known for, her father stopped dead in his tracks as she washed a feeling of calm and fatigue over him. He continued though her control, his willpower strong. But, the slowness allowed her to take him down with her beskad. She put a knee on his back while he was on the ground, with his armor, her armor, and her weight she held him down for enough time for him to be "Defeated". Once he got up he took off his helmet with a big smile plastered on his face. "Syna Skirata, my daughter, welcome to the clan Skirata", he said, then embraced her in a hug.
Warrior of Mandalore // 14 - 20
Syna was now an adult and and by culture she could do what she wanted. She decided to continue training, both with her father and warriors. But, not just in combat, she also learned of the subtle art of planning, battle strategies with the mandalorians were mainly, blunt, but she found that there were battle plans that were very well crafted, ones that fooled the republic in the mandalorian wars all those years ago.
She increased her knowledge of medicine and poison, biology was included in this too. As her pheromones came and grew under her control, at first, just like her empathy, it came without warning. But, this was not nearly as painful as it was to feel everyone's emotions. It was rather a subtle feeling, coming fairly quietly, but it seemed like her skin had that tingling feeling, as if her whole body was slightly numb. But, it was a good kind-of numb, it felt natural and it didn't slow her down at all.
During her time studding combat and more biological warfare, she also made modifications to her armor in the process. She added a slide out vibroshiv, linked to a durable case of poison on her armor. The case is made of mandalorian armor as is the most of her things. She also added a larger belt attached to her armor for her to hold more supplies. She was quiet pleased with these new additions, with the help of her clan's skilled armor smith, the gadgetry worked perfectly. She tested out the paralysis poison first, a friend of her's volunteered to be the guenna pig for the test. Seeing as she made this poison she had worked on it for a considerable amount of time along with help from her father and several other doctors. The vibroshiv came unsheathed and she did a cut on his arm, putting the poison into the blood stream and it absorbing it, making it take effect. His arm drooped down in 1a minute and a half. She waited for 10 minutes, then use the counter for the poison and the arm came back within a half and hour.
She signed onto the military at age 17, enlisting in special operations. Her first missions were fairly simple, she patrolled the boarder of mandalorian space, she delivered messages, and she made simple and quick attacks on other vessels which entered mandalorian space. She found some of these missions rather boring, but she got her chance at action soon.
At 19, approximately 2 years after she joined the army she went with a team to the planet Ordo, where a rouge mercenary team took a a post there. They didn't know the exact composition of the members, and sending in seven mandalorians should have taken care of them. She along with her father and five other mandos were the ones chosen to destroy the base. The entrence went smoothly, then the ambush began.
From all sides auto turrets seemed to pop up. The mandalorians rolled out of the way during the first volley. The whole team fired back, and the two demolition experts they had with them destroyed them. They needed to be more wary of the traps. One mandalorian was shot in several places but alive. Syna came to him, patching him up with kolto patches along with a numbing medication to slow the pain. He chose to sit and wait for the treatment to heal him before getting back into the battle, but the now six-member team pushed forward. The team encountered several more traps, one member died this time. They would honor his sacrifice by killing these mercenaries.
Unfortunately when they reached the center they were ambushed once more. This time by a group of seven fighters all above them. They were all various races, but it didn't matter they picked them all off one by one slowly. To Syna's horror she saw the leader, who was a bothan, arm the base to self-destruct. Her father, told the team to leave while he attacked the leader to end this. Syna disagreed, fearing for her father's life. He told them to check outside to secure the perimeter, make sure no one escapes. The team obeyed, he being the highest ranking out of all of them. Once they reached out side the base exploded.
Shrapnel flew in all directions as the force threw them out at the mandalorians. Syna was thrown to the ground, her comlink went dead and her HUD momentarily shut down from shock to the helmet. Syna could however still see. She pushed herself up, she felt her arm out of it's socket, but she poped it back in when she came to, and her foot sprained. She didn't fear for herself however, she knew, she felt it, her father was dead, but the bothan was not. Her thoughts were confirmed when she saw a glow over head, that of an escape pod that blasted off far enough for him to esacpe. Satly tears streamed down her face from both her own pain and the pain she felt from the team mates that were still alive. The one member that stayed behind originally to heal himself came to her aid, as one of the medics she had the knowledge to help the others. The other four members all lived, but with bones broken as she did.
They all were given help when they sent out a distress signal, kolto healed their wounds in time but hers was not outside, but inward. Both she and her mother grieved for her father, the one she had been with most of her life, now killed. An image formed in her mind, the bothan. She knew she would make that bothan paay, she swore on the blood of her father that had wet the ground of Ordo, she would kill him. From that point she had a more hardened outside, only being lighthearted around familiar faces, others rarely saw more of her then her helmet and the t-shaped visor that let out nothing of her appearance. She got her shot at revenge, when the idiot bothan returned to the system. The mandalorians called her, asking her if she wanted to kill him personally. She replied flat, and with a simple yes, even if her emotions inside were ready to kill the man.
She was 20 years of age when that message came. It had been nearly a year since the explosion and the wounds was still fresh. She was completely ready to take life. He was in a cantaina on Shogun, she was to go in and kill him, in any way nessicary, but he had to die. She chose to use her powers to kill him, it would be simple.
When she entered the canatina she had her helmet off, but she was in full armor, she walked at a moderate pace over to where the bothan sat with his drink. He had changed, he changed his fur color and it was cut shorter. But, mandadlorians don't make mistakes, and she knew this was him. Once close enough she used her pheromones, as she did so she saw a glazed look come over the eyes of the bothan as he stared at her. It disgusted her as she saw the lust in his eyes, but she had expected this, it was her plan to keep him right there. She came to be right across the table he sat at from him. She pulled out her assault rifle, the exact same one she had on the mission. He was just as dumbfounded as before, staring at her with those eyes. She cocked her head to the side as she let him see a smile, then she projected pure fear into his system with her emotion projection. His eyes grew wide and he was frozen in his spot by fear. "For my father", she said to him. Then she let off a round directly into his chest, killing him almost instantly. She assured the owner of the cantina that it was military business, and once she contacted the local forces on the planet, the body was taken away. She was satisfied, but her coldness didn't leave her, she was still serious, but it allowed her to think clearly, more so then other of her species whose minds were devoted to pleasure. She was focused on helping her clan, her people, and her family.
Forged by battle // 20-present
Battle after battle, wound after wound. She forged herself into a weapon of mandalore, she knew both how to heal and cause great pain. She track record showed her as cold, and heartless to her enemies, her body count was abnormally high, and a low tolerance for cowards, who she would promptly shoot in the back of the head should they run and try and flee the fight. Yet, her other side was slightly warmer, as that was towards her patients and those she cared for. She didn't spend her time with teams most of the time, sure she headed groups, but she normally wasn't a team player, but in a battle it all gave way to make a successful team. She wanted to take care of people herself, if it was enemies or patients, she wanted to go on her own.
She worked herself to overcome this loner style when it came to fights. These were her fellow mandalorains, and she had to get over it to continue to move up in her rank. She had taken up to follow her father's legacy, and focused herself to learn battle plans, and trying to improve all her techniques. She soon led numerous raids, most successful, and her use both in battle and off the field made her rise in rank much quicker then expected. But, most mandos took note of her coldness, even though she was part of the family, it still made them a bit uneasy around her. Yet, she led them with courage, and she took care of the team that she was assigned to lead. She was determined not to fail or let anyone die on her watch. Her mission success rate brought her to the rank of Major, coordinating many more mandos on a larger scale. Now, with the war escalating, who knows how the mandos will make a difference, but Syna is sure to put herself in the line of fire.
RP Sample:
Syna sat in her room on a capital ship that was currently orbiting the mandalorian homeworld mandalore. The ship was waiting for conformation to set out. Intelligence was saying that a republic capital ship would come into mandalorain space, a bold move to see if they could push the mandalorians back as they came together again to form a formidable force once more. She was cleaning her assult weapon as she looked through her view port. Her armor was currently on her body, the grey and the few gold plates shimmered from the light provided artificially in her cabin. She was here along with two other spec ops team to board and disable the capital ship. She and the others would travel during the battle into the launching bay of the republic capital ship and along with killing any officers along the way, sabatoge the insides.
Her suit's helmet was prodly donned on her head, her black hair was tied up, and inside her helmet. She looked down at mandalore with sad eyes through her visor. She remembered her father, though she had her revenge, nothing could really replace the feeling that he was alive, and well. Of course she still had her mother, the twi'lek mourned as she did, but turned slightly more depressed while Syna, focused her grief into killing and aiding the mandalorians. That was their personalty diffrences, the twi'lek was not as willing to go into war as she was, was more of a mother who stayed and cared for the home. She was supposed to be similar, she valued having a family as much as any other mandalorian, she just never really had anyone, no special man, or anyone else really close to that. She really only thought about it when she was alone, like now, viewing the mandalorian planet's surface below her.
She was cleaning the assult weapon mindlessly, her thought elsewhere. Her assualt rifle was already clean, she maintained it that way, but she did this to keep her hands moving, to be doing something. She remembered the explosion, she had received her revenge, but what now? She had the army, her foster mother, and the clan skirata. But, she wasn't sure now, what else she had. She had been across the galaxy, killed for mandalore, and lived up to her father's name. Her drive now seemed to be simply that, she loved what she did. But, was it enough? She dismissed the thoughts from her head, it was simply from her mind wandering. Yet, it still bugged her, what was her mark, her anchor on history, something that made her more then a service record?
She then heard her comlink beep three times, that meant they were about to set out. Syna got her helmet and put it on her head. Time to mount up and set out, she thought. From there she moved her way to the hanger bay for the launch....
Password: Kylah
Department: Special Forces
Rank: Major
Name: Syna Skirata (say: zee-nah)
Race: Zeltron
Age: 27
Height: "5'6"
Weight: 147
Appearance:
(image above was not created nor owned by me)
Syna as a zeltron is naturally slender and physically fit, as most of her species is. But, her years of being up brought as a mandalorian have made her stronger, and lean. Her body shows this muscle when uncovered, her skin tight and as she moves you can see it well defined. Her actual skin is a hot pink color, as most zeltrons have, the pink is bright and it shows brighter under light. However, part of her skin on her back and arms is a much deeper crimson due to the ship crash when she was little. Her eyes are a very sparkling blue, but those eyes have seen the death of many people, from many races and cultures. The hair that tops her head is originally a very deep blue, the hair is both long and flowing, this kind of hair is common to her species. But, Syna died her hair a dark black rather then leave it blue, she did so out of experimentation, and to change herself. Out of necessity on missions she will braid at least part of her hair to keep it out of her eyes and bothering her. But, when she is not doing anything particularly important she will leave it down.
Her clothing choice when she is not wearing her armor is usually very tight to her own body. From basic colors, or to brighter and more revealing clothing, all feel very comfortable to her and personally she doesn't care how it really effects the people around her. Except when she has tried to flirt with someone, which is in no way beneath her doing to get her information if need be.
Syna's armor is personalized to fit herself, but it looks similar to the basic mandalorian armor design. The armor it's self is made with Beskar and the fact she crafted it along side her father, buliding it to fit her from then on, gives it meaning to her. The basis weave underneath the plates it a deep black, and skin tight to fit her form and not restrict her movement. The actual plates are covering her most of her body, the places where the most damage would be caused by a blaster shot is covered with the mandalorian iron of her suit. The plates themselves is a deep grey, except for her shoulder plates, which are a darker gold, and the plates on her thigh plates which match that color. On her left shoulder plate she had the clan skirata symbol permanently etched in a black color. As for her helmet it has the mandalorian classic t-shaped visor that is pure black and acts as a one way mirrior, she can see you, but you can't see her face. The t-visor has the same gold surrounding it as the on her shoulder plates, the armor looks complete this way, and if she is in a battle, that helmet may be the last thing you ever see.
As for her suit's gadgetry, there are certainly a few surprises and materials for her to use. Built into her helmate is a advanced HUD, this heads up display helps her monitor her own vitals and where she is hit, or if she is linked up with others, their vitals and where they are hit. As a trained medic, this helps her keep soldiers fighting if they are poisoned or hit. Along with this, her suit contains one pop out vibroshiv in the plate above her wrists. This blade is connected to a nuro-toxin that if cut by the blade it will seep into the wound, paralysis will soon set in, and eventually death from starvation. She contains the antidote for that and other poisons along with kolto to treat most wounds on her belt. In addition she has a jetpack attached to her back like most modern mandalorians have to get around faster.
Birth place:
Actual:
- Space, on the Warrior's Blaze
Foster Place:
Keldabe, Mandalore
Skills:
- Trained Medic, along with use of poisons/venom/toxins
- Above normal Assault rifle proficiency
- Pheromone/emotion control (racial)
- Empathy (racial)
Armament:
weapons
- x1 Mandalorian Assault Rifle (modified)
- x2 Mandalorian Heavy Blasters
- x1 Beskad Sword
- x3 Thermal Detonators
- x4 bottles of poison (depends on mission for type of posion, usually fed into vibroshiv tip to poison enemy on cut)
- x1 slide-out 10 inch vibroshiv
other
- 2x Advanced Medpacs
- 1x Lifesupport kit
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 8
Alignment: - 2
Bio:
Birth in fire // birth - 13
Syna was born to two zeltrons, Silvi and Riv, both were traveling mercenaries, and had been married happily for most of their lives. They had decided to have a child, maybe settle down back on Zeltros, that place was always happy to them. Unfortunately, their ship was caught by bounty hunters, sent by an angry hutt for them killing one of his best men. The ship Warrior's Blaze was injured in the firefight, her mother in the back was not doing so well with the entire ship tossing and turning as they desperately tried to evade the attack. The baby was held desperately between her arms, Silvi was being as careful as she could. Riv manage to escape, getting the ship into hyperspace, unfortunately, the trip was cut horrible shot, once out of hyperspace over Mandalore, they ship had a catastrophic engine failure, the ship was pulled down due to Mandlaore's gravity. Riv did the best he could, but the ship was brought down hard. Riv died in the process, Silvi however was still clinging to life, the mandalorian authorities hurried to the ship to see what was happening. Silvi pushed herself toward the outside best she could, baby in her arms she pleaded for help.
The mandalorians took her in, they were victims of a battle, or war, they did not know which, but reguardless they took them both in, to their doctors, the baby received no serious wounds due to her mother shielding her. Had her mother not done so the baby might not have survived. But, Silvi, even with her own armor on, received major burns and damage to her back and legs. The pain became too great, wounds too deep, and the blood coming out too fast. Right before she left, she told one mandalorian, the first who helped her away and the one who stayed with her and her baby one thing. "The baby... her name is Sy.....Syna..take care..of..her....", at those last words her mother died. The mandalorian's name was Kaelen Skirata, he was an accomplished warrior and a trained medic along with an expertise on poison. He helped try and save her mother, and too his and the other medic's best efforts she still passed. Kaelen was a male Kiffar who's wife Mar'le, who was a female twi'lek, and him had been unable to conceive a child, so he took Syna in, as her mother asked of him, and choice to raise her in clan Skirata.
Syna was taken home with him wrapped in a blanket, along with formula to have her drink. His wife was both surprised and protective over the baby, the purple twi'lek was both happy and sad for the baby. Both her and her husband were adopted by the mandalorains, she loved being part of the clan, as did her husband, but she was sad that the parents of this girl couldn't experience the joy of having the little one with them. But, the twi'lek took the woman took the girl in gladly, and the first few years of the zeltron's life was spent mainly around Mar'le, being as she was barly a years old when they found her, she stayed next to the twi'lek for three years. She learned mando'a and basic from her, she grasped a child's understanding on how to speak to Mar'le. Syna also spent time with her adoptive father, she grew very close to both of them fairly quickly.
At age 4 she really started her weapons training with her father, she was a bit later starting then most children, but only slightly. Her father taught her first to take care of a blaster, he had her pick of pistols, to rifles, and heavy weapons. What the little child went for first was a mandalorian assault rifle. Her father laughed, as he had used the same type of weapon on missions many times. She truly was his daughter, blood had no meaning in this matter. So with his help, she started with assault rifles. A little kid with a blaster that big needed help at first, but with time she grew much more used to the kick. While working on blasters, she also practiced both in melee combat and unarmed. She worked best with the ranged weapons, but she grew used to the melee weapons in time.
As she grew her father asked her something, she had been watching him when he worked both with poisons and when people went for him for help. He asked her what poison was colorless, odorless, tasteless poison that was extremely deadly. She was seven at the time, but by watching and listening to him, and from the times he explained something to her , she replied. Synox was the correct answer, and that is exactly what she answered. He was both surprised and happy, he asked her if she wanted to learn about medicine and how to attack others with poison. She replied yes, as she really found it interesting. Her father smiled and patted her on the back, and from there medicine and poisons were included in all of her fighting lessons, she memorized cures and poisons and venoms. Repeating cures and what they fix and poisons and what they do. The technique worked and it became second nature, her father sometimes had her help him when he was treating a mandalorian for battle wounds or a disease.
As she progressed to nine she grew empathetic to other people's emotions. She could feel when people were happy, sad, angry, or afraid. She could not yet control another person's emotions by projecting another emotion over theirs like a fully matured zeltron could. But, the first time she felt the feelings of others it knocked her off her feet. The planet mandalore was filled with struggle, fear, and still happiness. The amount of mandalorains and their passions made her dizzy for a week. Her father stood by her, helping her stay calm and sane. Every person she passed she felt them, feelings of pleasure, were what was the most tolerable for her during that first week. By the next week she was much more able to block others out, to the extent that she could walk around more calmly, less on edge.
Over the next two years she grew accustom to the feelings, and her last year of getting used to it she found that she could force emotions on other. She provoked one child into trying and rush her, putting anger into his thoughts when she simply moved out of the way when he crashed into the dirt. Then she further experimented and calmed him down. She was very content with herself on that day. She knew that her species would develop this skill to a high degree, along with pheromones that would enhance her looks to other beings. So along with her weapon and medical training, she took additional time to work with another Zeltron Mandalorian, one that her father worked with before and trusted. She would continue to teach her till the skill became near second nature to her, as it did most zeltrons after puberty.
By age 13, she was fully trained in the mandalorian way, she had passed her father's every test he had set out for her. One way or another the pink-skinned girl would be considered an adult by mandalorian culture soon. But, she had one last test to pass before she was considered an adult. Verd'goten, her initiation was something that was very strange to her. One part, her father said consisted of her making her armor, the other part, which he had chosen as her initiation, was to fight him. She was stunned, but she knew she had to do it, to become a warrior of mandalore. She crafted her armor alongside her father first, folding the mandalorian iron again and again. The iron was then formed into her armored plates and cooled. She painted the plates grey, with the pauldrons a deep gold, as well as the area around her t-visor. Her visor was equipped with a advanced HUD, along with a standered short-range comlink, and her HUD showing her vitals, and as a test her father linked her suit to his. His own vitals appeared on her screen. She found this both useful and amazing. The view made her dizzy at first, but she grew accustom to it with time. She then had to face her father in the next week, it was not about winning or losing, but her display of skills. There was a good chance of her winning, seeing as she knew most of his moves. But, the age and experience factor mattered, he was bigger and stronger then her, but hopefully she could use her own secret weapon.
The fight consisted of a battle circle fight, but this wasn't an ordinary battle circle fight. The area was much larger, but it was an open field, no cover of any kind, other mandalorians stood at the edge of the large circle, marking the boarder. She and her father stood in full armor, approximately 10 meters apart from each other. Her father allowed her to use her full arsenal of weapons, except explosives. She smiled at that statement, her emotion control had grown, at age 13 her control blossomed, her pheromones had been being slower at the time, but she knew they would come soon enough. The battle started out with a melee engagement beskad to beskad, the forged swords clanged and bounced off armor, but they both moved out of the melee fight at the same time, she personally moved back out.
She pulled out her assault rifle and fired off a volley of blaster shots. The blaster had been turned down to stun, armor would hold it's own agents it, but being shot in the few exposed areas would cause the blaster to really stun someone. The only reason it was turned down so low was to be able to shoot at areas that would have been death blows. It was hard enough turning the rifle that low, with most mandalorian assault rifle's being "overpowered", but it was achieved. Her shots were ineffective as her father jumped out of the way in a roll, he fired his own rifle at her, she let her armor take two blows then let the rest pass her. She then fired off another volley, while trying to doge her father's next round of shots.
The fight continued for some time, sweat had rolled down the sides of her cheeks as her continued effort went into fighting. She knew she couldn't last too much longer, if she was going to win she had to do it now. She activated her jet pack for a short jump over her father as she landed four meters away from him. She then used her emotion control that her species was known for, her father stopped dead in his tracks as she washed a feeling of calm and fatigue over him. He continued though her control, his willpower strong. But, the slowness allowed her to take him down with her beskad. She put a knee on his back while he was on the ground, with his armor, her armor, and her weight she held him down for enough time for him to be "Defeated". Once he got up he took off his helmet with a big smile plastered on his face. "Syna Skirata, my daughter, welcome to the clan Skirata", he said, then embraced her in a hug.
Warrior of Mandalore // 14 - 20
Syna was now an adult and and by culture she could do what she wanted. She decided to continue training, both with her father and warriors. But, not just in combat, she also learned of the subtle art of planning, battle strategies with the mandalorians were mainly, blunt, but she found that there were battle plans that were very well crafted, ones that fooled the republic in the mandalorian wars all those years ago.
She increased her knowledge of medicine and poison, biology was included in this too. As her pheromones came and grew under her control, at first, just like her empathy, it came without warning. But, this was not nearly as painful as it was to feel everyone's emotions. It was rather a subtle feeling, coming fairly quietly, but it seemed like her skin had that tingling feeling, as if her whole body was slightly numb. But, it was a good kind-of numb, it felt natural and it didn't slow her down at all.
During her time studding combat and more biological warfare, she also made modifications to her armor in the process. She added a slide out vibroshiv, linked to a durable case of poison on her armor. The case is made of mandalorian armor as is the most of her things. She also added a larger belt attached to her armor for her to hold more supplies. She was quiet pleased with these new additions, with the help of her clan's skilled armor smith, the gadgetry worked perfectly. She tested out the paralysis poison first, a friend of her's volunteered to be the guenna pig for the test. Seeing as she made this poison she had worked on it for a considerable amount of time along with help from her father and several other doctors. The vibroshiv came unsheathed and she did a cut on his arm, putting the poison into the blood stream and it absorbing it, making it take effect. His arm drooped down in 1a minute and a half. She waited for 10 minutes, then use the counter for the poison and the arm came back within a half and hour.
She signed onto the military at age 17, enlisting in special operations. Her first missions were fairly simple, she patrolled the boarder of mandalorian space, she delivered messages, and she made simple and quick attacks on other vessels which entered mandalorian space. She found some of these missions rather boring, but she got her chance at action soon.
At 19, approximately 2 years after she joined the army she went with a team to the planet Ordo, where a rouge mercenary team took a a post there. They didn't know the exact composition of the members, and sending in seven mandalorians should have taken care of them. She along with her father and five other mandos were the ones chosen to destroy the base. The entrence went smoothly, then the ambush began.
From all sides auto turrets seemed to pop up. The mandalorians rolled out of the way during the first volley. The whole team fired back, and the two demolition experts they had with them destroyed them. They needed to be more wary of the traps. One mandalorian was shot in several places but alive. Syna came to him, patching him up with kolto patches along with a numbing medication to slow the pain. He chose to sit and wait for the treatment to heal him before getting back into the battle, but the now six-member team pushed forward. The team encountered several more traps, one member died this time. They would honor his sacrifice by killing these mercenaries.
Unfortunately when they reached the center they were ambushed once more. This time by a group of seven fighters all above them. They were all various races, but it didn't matter they picked them all off one by one slowly. To Syna's horror she saw the leader, who was a bothan, arm the base to self-destruct. Her father, told the team to leave while he attacked the leader to end this. Syna disagreed, fearing for her father's life. He told them to check outside to secure the perimeter, make sure no one escapes. The team obeyed, he being the highest ranking out of all of them. Once they reached out side the base exploded.
Shrapnel flew in all directions as the force threw them out at the mandalorians. Syna was thrown to the ground, her comlink went dead and her HUD momentarily shut down from shock to the helmet. Syna could however still see. She pushed herself up, she felt her arm out of it's socket, but she poped it back in when she came to, and her foot sprained. She didn't fear for herself however, she knew, she felt it, her father was dead, but the bothan was not. Her thoughts were confirmed when she saw a glow over head, that of an escape pod that blasted off far enough for him to esacpe. Satly tears streamed down her face from both her own pain and the pain she felt from the team mates that were still alive. The one member that stayed behind originally to heal himself came to her aid, as one of the medics she had the knowledge to help the others. The other four members all lived, but with bones broken as she did.
They all were given help when they sent out a distress signal, kolto healed their wounds in time but hers was not outside, but inward. Both she and her mother grieved for her father, the one she had been with most of her life, now killed. An image formed in her mind, the bothan. She knew she would make that bothan paay, she swore on the blood of her father that had wet the ground of Ordo, she would kill him. From that point she had a more hardened outside, only being lighthearted around familiar faces, others rarely saw more of her then her helmet and the t-shaped visor that let out nothing of her appearance. She got her shot at revenge, when the idiot bothan returned to the system. The mandalorians called her, asking her if she wanted to kill him personally. She replied flat, and with a simple yes, even if her emotions inside were ready to kill the man.
She was 20 years of age when that message came. It had been nearly a year since the explosion and the wounds was still fresh. She was completely ready to take life. He was in a cantaina on Shogun, she was to go in and kill him, in any way nessicary, but he had to die. She chose to use her powers to kill him, it would be simple.
When she entered the canatina she had her helmet off, but she was in full armor, she walked at a moderate pace over to where the bothan sat with his drink. He had changed, he changed his fur color and it was cut shorter. But, mandadlorians don't make mistakes, and she knew this was him. Once close enough she used her pheromones, as she did so she saw a glazed look come over the eyes of the bothan as he stared at her. It disgusted her as she saw the lust in his eyes, but she had expected this, it was her plan to keep him right there. She came to be right across the table he sat at from him. She pulled out her assault rifle, the exact same one she had on the mission. He was just as dumbfounded as before, staring at her with those eyes. She cocked her head to the side as she let him see a smile, then she projected pure fear into his system with her emotion projection. His eyes grew wide and he was frozen in his spot by fear. "For my father", she said to him. Then she let off a round directly into his chest, killing him almost instantly. She assured the owner of the cantina that it was military business, and once she contacted the local forces on the planet, the body was taken away. She was satisfied, but her coldness didn't leave her, she was still serious, but it allowed her to think clearly, more so then other of her species whose minds were devoted to pleasure. She was focused on helping her clan, her people, and her family.
Forged by battle // 20-present
Battle after battle, wound after wound. She forged herself into a weapon of mandalore, she knew both how to heal and cause great pain. She track record showed her as cold, and heartless to her enemies, her body count was abnormally high, and a low tolerance for cowards, who she would promptly shoot in the back of the head should they run and try and flee the fight. Yet, her other side was slightly warmer, as that was towards her patients and those she cared for. She didn't spend her time with teams most of the time, sure she headed groups, but she normally wasn't a team player, but in a battle it all gave way to make a successful team. She wanted to take care of people herself, if it was enemies or patients, she wanted to go on her own.
She worked herself to overcome this loner style when it came to fights. These were her fellow mandalorains, and she had to get over it to continue to move up in her rank. She had taken up to follow her father's legacy, and focused herself to learn battle plans, and trying to improve all her techniques. She soon led numerous raids, most successful, and her use both in battle and off the field made her rise in rank much quicker then expected. But, most mandos took note of her coldness, even though she was part of the family, it still made them a bit uneasy around her. Yet, she led them with courage, and she took care of the team that she was assigned to lead. She was determined not to fail or let anyone die on her watch. Her mission success rate brought her to the rank of Major, coordinating many more mandos on a larger scale. Now, with the war escalating, who knows how the mandos will make a difference, but Syna is sure to put herself in the line of fire.
RP Sample:
Syna sat in her room on a capital ship that was currently orbiting the mandalorian homeworld mandalore. The ship was waiting for conformation to set out. Intelligence was saying that a republic capital ship would come into mandalorain space, a bold move to see if they could push the mandalorians back as they came together again to form a formidable force once more. She was cleaning her assult weapon as she looked through her view port. Her armor was currently on her body, the grey and the few gold plates shimmered from the light provided artificially in her cabin. She was here along with two other spec ops team to board and disable the capital ship. She and the others would travel during the battle into the launching bay of the republic capital ship and along with killing any officers along the way, sabatoge the insides.
Her suit's helmet was prodly donned on her head, her black hair was tied up, and inside her helmet. She looked down at mandalore with sad eyes through her visor. She remembered her father, though she had her revenge, nothing could really replace the feeling that he was alive, and well. Of course she still had her mother, the twi'lek mourned as she did, but turned slightly more depressed while Syna, focused her grief into killing and aiding the mandalorians. That was their personalty diffrences, the twi'lek was not as willing to go into war as she was, was more of a mother who stayed and cared for the home. She was supposed to be similar, she valued having a family as much as any other mandalorian, she just never really had anyone, no special man, or anyone else really close to that. She really only thought about it when she was alone, like now, viewing the mandalorian planet's surface below her.
She was cleaning the assult weapon mindlessly, her thought elsewhere. Her assualt rifle was already clean, she maintained it that way, but she did this to keep her hands moving, to be doing something. She remembered the explosion, she had received her revenge, but what now? She had the army, her foster mother, and the clan skirata. But, she wasn't sure now, what else she had. She had been across the galaxy, killed for mandalore, and lived up to her father's name. Her drive now seemed to be simply that, she loved what she did. But, was it enough? She dismissed the thoughts from her head, it was simply from her mind wandering. Yet, it still bugged her, what was her mark, her anchor on history, something that made her more then a service record?
She then heard her comlink beep three times, that meant they were about to set out. Syna got her helmet and put it on her head. Time to mount up and set out, she thought. From there she moved her way to the hanger bay for the launch....
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