Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2010 19:44:06 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorian
Department: Spec Ops
Rank: Colonel
Real Name: Dorian Valrouyx Forscythe (Pronounced Val-Roy)
Alias: Abel Ringwest
Callsign: Wolf
Race: Firrerreo/Epicanthix
Age: 60 (Because of his lineage looks to be about 40)
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 210lbs.
Birth place: Dxun
Appearance:
Dorian only wished he looked as young as he used to, still he looked damn good for being sixty years old. The signs of aging though were apparent across his face, age lines at the corner of his eyes; his skin is weathered having lost the luster it once had. A scar adorns the right side of his face it ranges from his hairline down across the eye lid and along the length of his cheek stopping just above the jaw line. He inherited his father's Firrerreo traits such as the elongated canines and dual toned hair, his being blue with black streaks.
His normal attire, a blue jacket made from temperature resistant material and lined with Dramassian Silk, underneath the jacket usually lays a simple sleeveless shirt or something similar, his pants are made of the same material his jacket is and lined with Silk as well. This all hides his muscular body that is a well oiled and trained machine; he has a lithe muscular frame he's trained to be fast overly large muscles hinder that.
Wolf Tattoo
This Tattoo was gained during his service in the Mandolorian Military. This Tattoo was the cause of his Call sign becoming Wolf when he joined his Special Operations Team. It adorns his upper right arm along his tricep between his shoulder and elbow.
Personality:
Dorian has earned his call sign Wolf. He is a cunning and proud man, it's been noted that he will take charge of most situations even when it's against the wishes of others. Those who observe Dorian from a distance would think of him as cold and emotionless, though this is not the case, while he may be cold and calculating on the battlefield Dorian is a laid back man who enjoys a good drink.
However, this only applies to those who do not anger him, he's very proud of his heritage and family, and he does not take insults very well. While he has seen his share of bloodshed Dorian has been able to keep a decent outlook on life, not allowing the constant death to devoid him of emotion. He will often partake in the great pass time known as flirting, a woman and a drink can make any bad memory disappear into the recesses of his mind.
Skills:
Teras Kasi [Mastered]
Echani Martial Art [Second Tier]
Expert in Stealth/Recon.
High Pain Threshold.
CQC Gun Fighter
Languages:
Basic [Fluent]
Mando'a [Fluent]
Huttese [Moderate]
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 7
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 7
Gear:
x2 Combat Knives
TL4-Armor
SOSR
Fang & Nightshade
Beskar'Gaunts
An Array of Grenades and mines depending upon the situation.
43 Nazzpa
Carries this Revolver while off duty for when a little rough justice needs to be dealt out.
Alignment: -2
Bio:
Birth – Eight; Raising a Warrior:
Dorian was born to an Epicanthix mother and a Firrerreo father, both knew the benefits of having a son he would be stronger and longer lived than most, the perfect Mandalorian. From the moment Dorian could walk his mother Viata began his training, preparing him for when his father Hymal would take him at the age of eight for five years until his verd’goten. His training consisted of self-discipline, respect and the basics of unarmed combat, his mother was quite strict as most Mandalorian mothers were.
Growing up in the Dxun jungles Dorian learned quickly it was either kill or be killed, and so as he grew that philosophy stayed with him. He wasn’t too friendly with the other children in the clan as he wanted to focus on his training instead of playing with the other kids. This caused issues with some of the other kids and he frequently got in fights around the age of seven and up, some won some lost but he always earned the respect of the other child.
When he turned eight years old his father came to take him away, his mother knew it was inevitable and let him go with little resistance. His father took him in to the jungles of Dxun to begin his five years of Military and survival training before his Verd’goten.
Eight – Thirteen; Trial and Error:
His father became cold over the five years Dorian had spent with him, the survival training had been brutal but his father made sure to stay near in case Dorian fell in the wild Hymal would never allow that gear to become lost. So Dorian had learned quickly how to hunt and track, to find food where an untrained eye could not. Even at that young of an age Dorian became a ruthless predator, if he didn’t then he would have died and he did not want to disappoint his father.
During this time is when Dorian found his calling, his father trained him with slug throwers and when it came to accuracy with a handgun the boy excelled for his age, however when they trained in unarmed combat Dorian learned at such a rate it scared his father. The man couldn’t help but think in the back of his mind that his son would one day become a force to be reckoned with.
As the years had gone by it was clear that Dorian had shown no amazing talent with melee weapons, swords he detested but knives he loved them. He made a special point to train with them as much as he could because the boy knew nothing felt better than getting close and a knife gave him an edge in close combat.
Around the time Dorian turned thirteen and became ready for the Verd’goten he could keep up with his father in unarmed combat, he didn’t win but could hold his own for a while. His skill in ranged suffered some because he wouldn’t leave the knives alone his father scolded him for neglecting it and Dorian made a note in his mind to train harder. Something further his father noticed Dorian wasn’t overtly strong but he made up for it with being fast, he knew his boy would grow to be an exemplary Mandalorian.
Thirteen – Twenty Five; Verd’goten then the Military:
At thirteen Dorian took the Verd’goten he was tested on the training his father gave him and passed, it didn’t seem that difficult for him. After the Verd’goten Dorian opted to join the military to make his father proud, the military is where Dorian found his true test and calling. He enjoyed the training, his instructors found he had exceptional talent in unarmed and ranged so they drilled it in to him until it nearly broke the boy.
Seven years passed, his superiors refused to allow him out on missions they wished for him to stay and train. At twenty years old Dorian had become a solid machine for the military, his unarmed skill had risen to amazing heights he was besting some of his instructors by this point and his skill in ranged combat topped some if not most of the recruits, there were a few who could best him however. His training in melee combat fell, he only trained with knives now and then to keep from becoming rusty or sloppy, his instructors knew his talents lied elsewhere.
During this training they gave Dorian specific training in leadership and tactics attempting to turn him in to a squad leader. He picked up on it quite fast, his level of intelligence showing however at first he didn’t like the idea of being a squad leader he thought it too much responsibility. It was at this time Dorian worked on an Alias for himself knowing he could tell no one his true name, he came up with Abel Ringwest.
At twenty he was sent on his first mission with five other Mandalorians, they were sent to Gargon, a small raiding party to take out a Republic outpost and scavenge it for supplies. It was supposed to be an easy mission in and out however the intel was a little old and it turned out the outpost had just been reinforced with a few more Republic Troops. They had an objective to complete and they wouldn’t retreat simply because of that, so they went in under the cover of night. The dense jungle of Gargon gave them plenty of cover as they infiltrated the outpost however one of the group was straggling behind and republic trooper spotted him then ran off to raise the alarm. Their commander told them to take up positions in the small courtyard outside the outpost he reassured them that they could defeat the Republic forces.
During the firefight however the commander went down from a blaster shot straight through his head, the other four had began to panic somewhat until Dorian barked at all of them to listen intently and if any had a problem with him taking command he would shoot them and finish this himself. They fell in line and made a tactical retreat to re-group, after assessing the situation and the Republic’s line of defense Dorian made the decision to divide the group, three were sent to the left to draw the fire of the enemy while Dorian and another man named Corren had flanked them to the right unnoticed.
They were able to get within the small outposts walls Corren took up a nice position capable of seeing the Republic troops but they would really have to look to see him, Dorian however took the up close and person approach. He came up from behind the enemy and one by one took them down, the first Trooper he had encountered was taken down by a knife to the hamstring Dorian had moved behind him and broke his neck. At this point he drew his handguns and began picking each one off before the other realized what had hit his friend. A few got a little close so Dorian used his skill with unarmed combat to deflect their attacks while he had unloaded slugs in to them.
The mission was a success and they returned to Dxun with plenty of supplies from munitions to food and medicines. When they returned, Dorian now going by the Alias Abel was awarded command of the squad and would report directly to the Lt. Col. For mission briefings. For the next five years Abel toured the outer rim with his squad hitting a couple more Republic outposts but mostly small towns and farms stocking their outposts and storage for when the Mandalorians went out on large scale raids.
Twenty Five – Forty;
At twenty five years old Abel had been reassigned to the Spec Ops department of the Mandalorian military then shipped to Concord Dawn. Pissed off about having been separated from his squad Abel had reported to his superior on the base he was assigned to. The superiors just laughed at him, because of Abel’s lineage he had looked younger than he was so they believed him unworthy of the training and status he would gain through Spec Ops. He had laughed back and challenged them to test his skills, so they did and when he finished the sparring they had decided to put him through they knew this boy would go a long way.
They had decided to test him and push him to his limits, they put him through an elite training focused on martial arts and close quarters gun fighting, whatever the Mandalorians had planned they expected to encounter force users so they had enlisted a Follower of Palawa to train their elite in Teras Kasi. Abel was one such student lucky enough to be trained in it, as well as Echani Martial Arts. His superiors wished to mold him in to a deadly and swift viper that would strike at their enemies before they knew what had happened. In five years time Abel had adapted to Teras Kasi amazingly his movements became lightning fast and fluid as a river, he was able to close his mind off to the force except to those well trained in the force. He had done decent with his training in Echani Martial Arts but he favored Teras Kasi more wishing to learn all he could to face Jedi in battle fearlessly and know he could win.
His gun fighting skills rose as well however his melee skill went down, he only trained when he had the time he knew he couldn’t let the skill slip too much. Another two passed before Abel was assigned to a team, they taught him more in the ways of tactical warfare and stealth, his ability to absorb information had once again shown his high intelligence to his superiors.
His first mission with his new Spec ops team had been on Onderon, a Grey Jedi had set up on the planet attempting to hide, the wanderer had hit a Mandalorian outpost for supplies and they wanted the supplies back. So Abel and the team he had been assigned to had been sent in, the three of them were to take out the Jedi and bring the supplies home to Concord Dawn.
The Grey Jedi had sensed the elite team coming for him and simply meditated, the three surrounded the small run down building he had inhabited that was once a mechanic’s shop, their lieutenant commander dropped in on the force user first, Abel on the other hand huddled down to watch waiting like a wolf in the shadows to strike. The Grey Jedi made his move, attempted to reason with the Lt. Com. But it did not work, he had been training longer than Abel for these situations and knew of the force users tricks to try and persuade a person out of doing what they had planned.
It had been obvious the former Jedi was not a weapons master but a diplomat and stronger in the force, Abel sat in the shadows as his Lt. Com. Took the Grey Jedi on, the other member of the team was laying in wait for the perfect shot but the Jedi was too guarded using the force so he was near useless. The Lt. Com. Dueled the force user Beskar weaved sword to his lightsaber but slowly the Grey Jedi began to win, Abel had seen his shot and had drawn his knife from the sheathe on his hip. A small smirk had crept over his lips when he shot out of the shadows, the Jedi had made a wide swing with his sword arm, at the peak of the swing Abel had shot his hand out and slashed the blade of his knife along the Jedi’s hand forcing him to drop the saber as it deactivated.
His Lt. Com. Had been exhausted from the fight and leaned against the building for support, so Abel took the Grey Jedi on in hand to hand combat. The force focused human attempted to break Abel’s mind but he shut him out the best he could, however the force user was stronger than his defenses. He would end up going insane if it didn’t end quickly Abel had thought so he engaged the Jedi using Teras Kasi, his swift redirections and fluid movements were too much for him and soon Abel had the Jedi on his knees having had crushed the man’s knee cap with a quick boot strike. He had snapped the Jedi’s neck before the man had known what happened then nodded to the Lt. Com. And began loading the supplies.
That had been one mission of several in similarity during the next three years, the squad toured the outer rim for that time. At the end of that tour the squad returned to Concord Dawn and Abel was to be promoted, he had shown exceptional leadership, such as one mission their Lt. Com. Had been captured, he rallied a small village as a distraction and lead their other team member to victory and had freed the Lt. Com.
He had been promoted to Commander and given leadership of the group, his Lt. Com. Had been pleased to have him in command as Abel had more tactical knowledge then he had. The next five years Abel spent touring the mid rim planets, he would not encounter many force users at this time, the missions were mostly raids and disabling key points to allow Mandalorian space to expand some, also instill a bit of fear. In between the missions he had always come back to Concord Dawn to train in Teras Kasi, Echani Martial arts, Gun Fighting and Military Tactics, and Knowledge.
At forty Abel had become a fearsome warrior for the Mandalorians but he still had much to learn and a long time to go, his life would extend for a good amount If he did not fall during battle for the glory of Mandalore.
RP Sample:
Password: Bylgia
Department: Spec Ops
Rank: Colonel
Real Name: Dorian Valrouyx Forscythe (Pronounced Val-Roy)
Alias: Abel Ringwest
Callsign: Wolf
Race: Firrerreo/Epicanthix
Age: 60 (Because of his lineage looks to be about 40)
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 210lbs.
Birth place: Dxun
Appearance:
Dorian only wished he looked as young as he used to, still he looked damn good for being sixty years old. The signs of aging though were apparent across his face, age lines at the corner of his eyes; his skin is weathered having lost the luster it once had. A scar adorns the right side of his face it ranges from his hairline down across the eye lid and along the length of his cheek stopping just above the jaw line. He inherited his father's Firrerreo traits such as the elongated canines and dual toned hair, his being blue with black streaks.
His normal attire, a blue jacket made from temperature resistant material and lined with Dramassian Silk, underneath the jacket usually lays a simple sleeveless shirt or something similar, his pants are made of the same material his jacket is and lined with Silk as well. This all hides his muscular body that is a well oiled and trained machine; he has a lithe muscular frame he's trained to be fast overly large muscles hinder that.
Wolf Tattoo
This Tattoo was gained during his service in the Mandolorian Military. This Tattoo was the cause of his Call sign becoming Wolf when he joined his Special Operations Team. It adorns his upper right arm along his tricep between his shoulder and elbow.
Personality:
Dorian has earned his call sign Wolf. He is a cunning and proud man, it's been noted that he will take charge of most situations even when it's against the wishes of others. Those who observe Dorian from a distance would think of him as cold and emotionless, though this is not the case, while he may be cold and calculating on the battlefield Dorian is a laid back man who enjoys a good drink.
However, this only applies to those who do not anger him, he's very proud of his heritage and family, and he does not take insults very well. While he has seen his share of bloodshed Dorian has been able to keep a decent outlook on life, not allowing the constant death to devoid him of emotion. He will often partake in the great pass time known as flirting, a woman and a drink can make any bad memory disappear into the recesses of his mind.
Skills:
Teras Kasi [Mastered]
Echani Martial Art [Second Tier]
Expert in Stealth/Recon.
High Pain Threshold.
CQC Gun Fighter
Languages:
Basic [Fluent]
Mando'a [Fluent]
Huttese [Moderate]
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 7
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 7
Gear:
x2 Combat Knives
TL4-Armor
SOSR
Fang & Nightshade
Beskar'Gaunts
An Array of Grenades and mines depending upon the situation.
43 Nazzpa
Carries this Revolver while off duty for when a little rough justice needs to be dealt out.
Alignment: -2
Bio:
Birth – Eight; Raising a Warrior:
Dorian was born to an Epicanthix mother and a Firrerreo father, both knew the benefits of having a son he would be stronger and longer lived than most, the perfect Mandalorian. From the moment Dorian could walk his mother Viata began his training, preparing him for when his father Hymal would take him at the age of eight for five years until his verd’goten. His training consisted of self-discipline, respect and the basics of unarmed combat, his mother was quite strict as most Mandalorian mothers were.
Growing up in the Dxun jungles Dorian learned quickly it was either kill or be killed, and so as he grew that philosophy stayed with him. He wasn’t too friendly with the other children in the clan as he wanted to focus on his training instead of playing with the other kids. This caused issues with some of the other kids and he frequently got in fights around the age of seven and up, some won some lost but he always earned the respect of the other child.
When he turned eight years old his father came to take him away, his mother knew it was inevitable and let him go with little resistance. His father took him in to the jungles of Dxun to begin his five years of Military and survival training before his Verd’goten.
Eight – Thirteen; Trial and Error:
His father became cold over the five years Dorian had spent with him, the survival training had been brutal but his father made sure to stay near in case Dorian fell in the wild Hymal would never allow that gear to become lost. So Dorian had learned quickly how to hunt and track, to find food where an untrained eye could not. Even at that young of an age Dorian became a ruthless predator, if he didn’t then he would have died and he did not want to disappoint his father.
During this time is when Dorian found his calling, his father trained him with slug throwers and when it came to accuracy with a handgun the boy excelled for his age, however when they trained in unarmed combat Dorian learned at such a rate it scared his father. The man couldn’t help but think in the back of his mind that his son would one day become a force to be reckoned with.
As the years had gone by it was clear that Dorian had shown no amazing talent with melee weapons, swords he detested but knives he loved them. He made a special point to train with them as much as he could because the boy knew nothing felt better than getting close and a knife gave him an edge in close combat.
Around the time Dorian turned thirteen and became ready for the Verd’goten he could keep up with his father in unarmed combat, he didn’t win but could hold his own for a while. His skill in ranged suffered some because he wouldn’t leave the knives alone his father scolded him for neglecting it and Dorian made a note in his mind to train harder. Something further his father noticed Dorian wasn’t overtly strong but he made up for it with being fast, he knew his boy would grow to be an exemplary Mandalorian.
Thirteen – Twenty Five; Verd’goten then the Military:
At thirteen Dorian took the Verd’goten he was tested on the training his father gave him and passed, it didn’t seem that difficult for him. After the Verd’goten Dorian opted to join the military to make his father proud, the military is where Dorian found his true test and calling. He enjoyed the training, his instructors found he had exceptional talent in unarmed and ranged so they drilled it in to him until it nearly broke the boy.
Seven years passed, his superiors refused to allow him out on missions they wished for him to stay and train. At twenty years old Dorian had become a solid machine for the military, his unarmed skill had risen to amazing heights he was besting some of his instructors by this point and his skill in ranged combat topped some if not most of the recruits, there were a few who could best him however. His training in melee combat fell, he only trained with knives now and then to keep from becoming rusty or sloppy, his instructors knew his talents lied elsewhere.
During this training they gave Dorian specific training in leadership and tactics attempting to turn him in to a squad leader. He picked up on it quite fast, his level of intelligence showing however at first he didn’t like the idea of being a squad leader he thought it too much responsibility. It was at this time Dorian worked on an Alias for himself knowing he could tell no one his true name, he came up with Abel Ringwest.
At twenty he was sent on his first mission with five other Mandalorians, they were sent to Gargon, a small raiding party to take out a Republic outpost and scavenge it for supplies. It was supposed to be an easy mission in and out however the intel was a little old and it turned out the outpost had just been reinforced with a few more Republic Troops. They had an objective to complete and they wouldn’t retreat simply because of that, so they went in under the cover of night. The dense jungle of Gargon gave them plenty of cover as they infiltrated the outpost however one of the group was straggling behind and republic trooper spotted him then ran off to raise the alarm. Their commander told them to take up positions in the small courtyard outside the outpost he reassured them that they could defeat the Republic forces.
During the firefight however the commander went down from a blaster shot straight through his head, the other four had began to panic somewhat until Dorian barked at all of them to listen intently and if any had a problem with him taking command he would shoot them and finish this himself. They fell in line and made a tactical retreat to re-group, after assessing the situation and the Republic’s line of defense Dorian made the decision to divide the group, three were sent to the left to draw the fire of the enemy while Dorian and another man named Corren had flanked them to the right unnoticed.
They were able to get within the small outposts walls Corren took up a nice position capable of seeing the Republic troops but they would really have to look to see him, Dorian however took the up close and person approach. He came up from behind the enemy and one by one took them down, the first Trooper he had encountered was taken down by a knife to the hamstring Dorian had moved behind him and broke his neck. At this point he drew his handguns and began picking each one off before the other realized what had hit his friend. A few got a little close so Dorian used his skill with unarmed combat to deflect their attacks while he had unloaded slugs in to them.
The mission was a success and they returned to Dxun with plenty of supplies from munitions to food and medicines. When they returned, Dorian now going by the Alias Abel was awarded command of the squad and would report directly to the Lt. Col. For mission briefings. For the next five years Abel toured the outer rim with his squad hitting a couple more Republic outposts but mostly small towns and farms stocking their outposts and storage for when the Mandalorians went out on large scale raids.
Twenty Five – Forty;
At twenty five years old Abel had been reassigned to the Spec Ops department of the Mandalorian military then shipped to Concord Dawn. Pissed off about having been separated from his squad Abel had reported to his superior on the base he was assigned to. The superiors just laughed at him, because of Abel’s lineage he had looked younger than he was so they believed him unworthy of the training and status he would gain through Spec Ops. He had laughed back and challenged them to test his skills, so they did and when he finished the sparring they had decided to put him through they knew this boy would go a long way.
They had decided to test him and push him to his limits, they put him through an elite training focused on martial arts and close quarters gun fighting, whatever the Mandalorians had planned they expected to encounter force users so they had enlisted a Follower of Palawa to train their elite in Teras Kasi. Abel was one such student lucky enough to be trained in it, as well as Echani Martial Arts. His superiors wished to mold him in to a deadly and swift viper that would strike at their enemies before they knew what had happened. In five years time Abel had adapted to Teras Kasi amazingly his movements became lightning fast and fluid as a river, he was able to close his mind off to the force except to those well trained in the force. He had done decent with his training in Echani Martial Arts but he favored Teras Kasi more wishing to learn all he could to face Jedi in battle fearlessly and know he could win.
His gun fighting skills rose as well however his melee skill went down, he only trained when he had the time he knew he couldn’t let the skill slip too much. Another two passed before Abel was assigned to a team, they taught him more in the ways of tactical warfare and stealth, his ability to absorb information had once again shown his high intelligence to his superiors.
His first mission with his new Spec ops team had been on Onderon, a Grey Jedi had set up on the planet attempting to hide, the wanderer had hit a Mandalorian outpost for supplies and they wanted the supplies back. So Abel and the team he had been assigned to had been sent in, the three of them were to take out the Jedi and bring the supplies home to Concord Dawn.
The Grey Jedi had sensed the elite team coming for him and simply meditated, the three surrounded the small run down building he had inhabited that was once a mechanic’s shop, their lieutenant commander dropped in on the force user first, Abel on the other hand huddled down to watch waiting like a wolf in the shadows to strike. The Grey Jedi made his move, attempted to reason with the Lt. Com. But it did not work, he had been training longer than Abel for these situations and knew of the force users tricks to try and persuade a person out of doing what they had planned.
It had been obvious the former Jedi was not a weapons master but a diplomat and stronger in the force, Abel sat in the shadows as his Lt. Com. Took the Grey Jedi on, the other member of the team was laying in wait for the perfect shot but the Jedi was too guarded using the force so he was near useless. The Lt. Com. Dueled the force user Beskar weaved sword to his lightsaber but slowly the Grey Jedi began to win, Abel had seen his shot and had drawn his knife from the sheathe on his hip. A small smirk had crept over his lips when he shot out of the shadows, the Jedi had made a wide swing with his sword arm, at the peak of the swing Abel had shot his hand out and slashed the blade of his knife along the Jedi’s hand forcing him to drop the saber as it deactivated.
His Lt. Com. Had been exhausted from the fight and leaned against the building for support, so Abel took the Grey Jedi on in hand to hand combat. The force focused human attempted to break Abel’s mind but he shut him out the best he could, however the force user was stronger than his defenses. He would end up going insane if it didn’t end quickly Abel had thought so he engaged the Jedi using Teras Kasi, his swift redirections and fluid movements were too much for him and soon Abel had the Jedi on his knees having had crushed the man’s knee cap with a quick boot strike. He had snapped the Jedi’s neck before the man had known what happened then nodded to the Lt. Com. And began loading the supplies.
That had been one mission of several in similarity during the next three years, the squad toured the outer rim for that time. At the end of that tour the squad returned to Concord Dawn and Abel was to be promoted, he had shown exceptional leadership, such as one mission their Lt. Com. Had been captured, he rallied a small village as a distraction and lead their other team member to victory and had freed the Lt. Com.
He had been promoted to Commander and given leadership of the group, his Lt. Com. Had been pleased to have him in command as Abel had more tactical knowledge then he had. The next five years Abel spent touring the mid rim planets, he would not encounter many force users at this time, the missions were mostly raids and disabling key points to allow Mandalorian space to expand some, also instill a bit of fear. In between the missions he had always come back to Concord Dawn to train in Teras Kasi, Echani Martial arts, Gun Fighting and Military Tactics, and Knowledge.
At forty Abel had become a fearsome warrior for the Mandalorians but he still had much to learn and a long time to go, his life would extend for a good amount If he did not fall during battle for the glory of Mandalore.
RP Sample:
Password: Bylgia
