Post by kt on Dec 27, 2009 5:57:49 GMT -5
Name: Accori
Race: Iridonian
Age: 35
Birthplace: Iridonia
Allegiance: Mandalore
Status: Mandalorian Military
Rank:
Height/Weight: 6'8", 300 Lbs.
Appearance:
Accori's armor is exactly as shown above but much larger and more heavily plated. In addition to extra plating, Accori's armor sports the bones of the first Caaru'e he ever killed. Sections of the beast's skull act as pauldrons while several rib bones mirror his own over the abdomen. Several larger pieces can be found covering the rest of his armor where applicable, giving it an organic and intimidating look.
Accori is a behemoth of a man, towering over a great number of his peers. Due to the luck of superior genetics and the melding of two cultures, Accori has several unique physical traits. The first thing most will notice are his unnerving fire orange eyes, which, upon a closer glance, are perpetually bloodshot. The second major trait that Accori possesses is a musculature that is seemingly more dense and durable than what many might expect. The third thing people are bound to notice is that Accori is covered from head to toe in tribal Mandalorian tattoos.
Personality: If there were awards for being a standoffish ass, Accori would win almost every time; he isn't great at conversation and he knows it. This fact, coupled with his monstrous temper make for an irritable one word greeting if he even decides to talk. Eyes that can pierce the soul and a presence that gives the feeling of a feral beast more than man tend to deter most who would try to approach him. This isn't something Accori dislikes, the solitude being something that soothes his perpetually anxious mind. Aforementioned anxiety takes several forms, the most common being pacing back and forth like a restless predator.
If one is able to dig past the unapproachable, cantankerous demeanor, they might find the stalwart warrior that he really is. He is firm in his ideals and his loyalty to the Mandalorian cause is unwavering, anyone who says otherwise will meet an exceedingly bloody end. Due to his upbringing among his own people, he has a very Darwinian perspective on life. This can sometimes put him at odds with others of his clan, usually resulting in a fight that's ended by his exceptional strength.
Special Abilities:
-Blood Rage (racial)[/i] Due to way that all Iridonians are raised, Accori has since mastered the art of the Berserker. Whenever a fight gets too heated, Accori becomes more feral and uncontrollable. When in this state, Accori's self preservation lessens to that of a rabid animal, refusing to fall despite any injury he might sustain until he can no longer fight. In addition to temporarily losing himself to his bloodlust, Accori's eyes change from their usually blood shot orange to completely blank white.
Equipment:
Beskar Warhammer: Accori's favored weapon of choice. It is a giant maul made almost entirely of beskar with a large head that sports a flat, albeit rough surface on one end and a large spike on the other. The head is detachable via magnetic lock and weighs more than most sentient creatures could hope to lift let alone use effectively.
Rotary Blaster Cannon (minigun): In addition to his hammer, Accori utilizes a tri-barreled minigun. It fits on his back when not in use and consumes energy packs quite rapidly compared to a standard blaster rifle. Its rate of fire is quite high and boasts considerable stopping power at the cost of accuracy and convenience.
Jet Boots: Due to the backpack-like nature of his armaments, Accori's armor is outfitted with instead, high tech jet boots. Due to his impressive weight, the boots are only able to aid him for prolonged bursts, not sustained use.
Stats
Strength: Legendary
Agility: Below Average
Intelligence: Average
Charisma: Below Average
Combat Training
Martial Arts/Unarmed Combat: Adept
Melee Weapons (Two Handed): Master
Heavy Weaponry (Firearms): Expert
Small Arms: Adept
Alignment: -3
Bio: Pre birth - birth
Today was a particularly cruel day, the acid rain pelted the top of the covered trench that housed a pair of iridonian soldiers, one a male, the other, his laboring wife. The pair hadn't been expecting the baby for another week and a half at the least but the warrior to be had decided that now of all times was the best time to see the world. If just by living on the desolate rock known as Iridonia wasn't bad enough, what with the constant downpour of corrosive rain or the nightmarish landscape filled with volcanoes and oceans of acid, the fact that a neighboring tribe had stepped into Tiiran and Tayla Paige's territory and wanted blood didn't make life any easier.
It had been a hellish two days as both tribes suffered heavy casualties on the battlefield, Tayla, who after fighting as much as she could, finally broke her water and on the fast track to having her first baby. It was something that both overjoyed and slightly annoyed her. Her emotions were very fair...well....for a race of warriors it was, she'd have to take it easy for atleast a month after the boy was born, effectively keeping her away from killing her enemies, but on the otherhand, she was finally able to make a successor.
It was the last night of the two day campaign and Tayla was now pushing to get her new baby boy out of her body, every fiber of her being screaming to push harder and harder to get the baby out. Hours had past and as much as Tiiran wanted to finish the short, yet very bloody battle, he stayed put and supported his wife as the baby came out little by little. Early into the morning the baby finally came out and Tiiran was overjoyed but that joy was short lived. Due to the mass amount of strain it took to push the child out, Tayla had given her life, something that tore her husband apart.
With an anger unlike any he'd ever experianced, Tirran tore out onto the battlefield with nothing but a vibro sword and a blaster pistol, charging into the final wave of enemies as his rage fueled every action, the thoughts of his precious Tayla dead and the evil child that took her running rampant through his mind as one after another fell infront of him. Due to the large amount of energy he had used, Tiiran didn't see the man behind him, a blaster pointed to the back of his head, his last words being a curse on his son before the trigger was pulled, sending Tiiran to the afterlife to be with his beloved Tayla.
After the chaos, a lone iridonian warrior came across the baby, laying beside the now deceased mother, in a near death state. The man, who was known as Vance, took in the boy, bringing him back to health and after much heavy thinking, decided to make the child his own.
1-11
It had been a rather rough upbringing for the boy, who, after another bout of hard thinking, was named Accori, after Vance's late grandfather, and former leader of the tribe. Since the time Accori could walk, he was constantly learning how to survive. For the next few years, Accori underwent hellish training under the tutelege of Vance, things like his tribe's history, how to fire a blaster, how to use melee weapons, and even a little hand to hand. The most important thing of all however, was how to use one's rage to become more effective in combat and learning how to harness and control it. All of these lessons were well learned as the years went by, the traditional rite of passage for all Iridonians coming quickly as Accori approached the age of 11.
Vance had devised a coming of age test for his young prodigy to complete before he'd be ready to progress any further in the art of combat. The test was mostly a way for Vance to see how much Accori had actually learned in his very short amount of training. It consisted of the young Iridonian going out into the harsh, unforgiving rainforest and survive with nothing but his wits and a knife for 20 days, returning only after he had slain a predator that Accori thought was worthy.
It took two days to get to the edge of the deep, dark rainforest but the very young Iridonian just grinned excitedly, the thought of becoming stronger burning in his little mind as he trudged deeper and deeper into the forest, being ever vigilant and on edge as he gripped the iridonian blade tightly. Only 4 hours in and already Accori's presence was drawing very...unwanted attention. In the shadows, Accori could hear movement, like a cat slinking through the tall grass of the prairies, stalking it's prey, waiting, watching before it made it's move.
Accori froze in place, a sudden fear washing over him as he thought of the many number of things the creature behind him could be. The child closed his eyes tightly before suddenly booking it through the forest, weaving through trees and finally hidding under a massive log, amongst the insects, hiding, waiting for what he could now see was a teenage nexu cat searching in vain for his potential dinner. After what seemed like an eternity, the creature finally left in search of easier food, allowing Accori a giant sigh of relief. Accori could already tell that he'd have to
smarten up fast if he was to survive for another 19 days in this nightmare, and with that, fell asleep under his log, completely ignoring the fact that there were a multitude of insects around him.
Surprisingly enough, it took only a day before Accori found suitable food to sustain himself, fruit from a nearby tree that proved to be very tasty. It took half the night but Accori managed to also construct his own hideout in the tops of a large native tree he had come across, constructing a makeshift treehouse. The days flew by and Accori ran into a surprisingly small amount of trouble, running into the nexu cat only once more since his first encounter with the creature, actually managing to get a rather large yet shallow scratch from it on his arm. On day 18 of his test, Accori had yet to kill a worthy animal to present to Vance, effectively passing. With that thought in mind, the crafty boy planted multiple rope traps around his treefort, baiting them with bloodied and squirming rabbits, birds, etc.
Another day of waiting came and went before Accori witnessed his old friend the Nexu cat approach one of the many bloodied birds, sniffing it suspiciously before crunching it's needle-like fangs down on it, springing the trap and hoisting it up into the air by it's hind leg. With a loud yelping noise, Accori smiled excitely once more as he jumped down the tree and, knife tied to a long, hardy branch in one hand, approached his prey slowly, like the creature had done to him, savoring the feeling of imminent death that was about to happen. Too bad for Accori however, because as the Iridonian cocked back, getting ready to impale the creature, a very low growl could be heard behind him.
With a look of sheer terror, Accori slowly looked behind him, only to see the young nexu cubs mother, getting ready to shred him to ribbons. Without a second thought, Accori made a mad dash for his tree, climbing like a tach monkey up to his fort. The enraged mother immediatly began it's rather swift climb up after the boy, always getting closer and closer, roaring and swiping at his feet, the intent to kill burning in her eyes. At this point Accori was desperate to get away and with a tightly closed eyes, let out a kick to the feline, his foot hitting it square in the eyes. With a great yelp of pain, the creature lost it's gripping on the bark and fell all the way down, just barely landing on it's feet. This all would have been good and what not but almost immediatly after the nexu fell, Accori lost his grip as well and plummeted all the way down, landing on the beast in such a way that it died upon impact.
Accori groaned in pain, the impact of the fall, although cushioned, still knocked the wind out of him and with great diffuculty finally managed to get up, a look of mass disbelief on his face as he looked at what he had landed on. With a victory shout and a giant smile on his face, Accori picked up his spear and impaled the still trapped nexu cub, gutting them both and dragging both their corpses out of the forest and all the way to his tribe. As the heavily bloodstained child walked through his village, every head turned in shock and awe as the two nexu bodies dragged behind him.
After a short and very proud walk, Accori dropped the two cats at Vance's doorstep, knocking excitedly on the door, waiting for only a few minutes before the familiar face of his teacher and surrogate father came into view. With a large smile, Accori presented his prizes to him, earning him an impressed look and a pat on the head. From that day on, Accori was considered a warrior among his people.
12-18
Months past and Accori resumed his training with Vance. Despite the fact that he was now technically a warrior, Accori realized that if he were to become truely great, he'd still need to train under Vance, who, as much as he hated to say it, was in a completely different league than himself. Months turned to years as Accori grew not only physically and mentally, but in sheer skill. Accori was now 16 and war between tribes was once again brewing, the first major conflict to erupt since Accori's grand enterance into the world.
RP Sample:
Race: Iridonian
Age: 35
Birthplace: Iridonia
Allegiance: Mandalore
Status: Mandalorian Military
Rank:
Height/Weight: 6'8", 300 Lbs.
Appearance:
Accori's armor is exactly as shown above but much larger and more heavily plated. In addition to extra plating, Accori's armor sports the bones of the first Caaru'e he ever killed. Sections of the beast's skull act as pauldrons while several rib bones mirror his own over the abdomen. Several larger pieces can be found covering the rest of his armor where applicable, giving it an organic and intimidating look.
Accori is a behemoth of a man, towering over a great number of his peers. Due to the luck of superior genetics and the melding of two cultures, Accori has several unique physical traits. The first thing most will notice are his unnerving fire orange eyes, which, upon a closer glance, are perpetually bloodshot. The second major trait that Accori possesses is a musculature that is seemingly more dense and durable than what many might expect. The third thing people are bound to notice is that Accori is covered from head to toe in tribal Mandalorian tattoos.
Personality: If there were awards for being a standoffish ass, Accori would win almost every time; he isn't great at conversation and he knows it. This fact, coupled with his monstrous temper make for an irritable one word greeting if he even decides to talk. Eyes that can pierce the soul and a presence that gives the feeling of a feral beast more than man tend to deter most who would try to approach him. This isn't something Accori dislikes, the solitude being something that soothes his perpetually anxious mind. Aforementioned anxiety takes several forms, the most common being pacing back and forth like a restless predator.
If one is able to dig past the unapproachable, cantankerous demeanor, they might find the stalwart warrior that he really is. He is firm in his ideals and his loyalty to the Mandalorian cause is unwavering, anyone who says otherwise will meet an exceedingly bloody end. Due to his upbringing among his own people, he has a very Darwinian perspective on life. This can sometimes put him at odds with others of his clan, usually resulting in a fight that's ended by his exceptional strength.
Special Abilities:
-Blood Rage (racial)[/i] Due to way that all Iridonians are raised, Accori has since mastered the art of the Berserker. Whenever a fight gets too heated, Accori becomes more feral and uncontrollable. When in this state, Accori's self preservation lessens to that of a rabid animal, refusing to fall despite any injury he might sustain until he can no longer fight. In addition to temporarily losing himself to his bloodlust, Accori's eyes change from their usually blood shot orange to completely blank white.
Equipment:
Beskar Warhammer: Accori's favored weapon of choice. It is a giant maul made almost entirely of beskar with a large head that sports a flat, albeit rough surface on one end and a large spike on the other. The head is detachable via magnetic lock and weighs more than most sentient creatures could hope to lift let alone use effectively.
Rotary Blaster Cannon (minigun): In addition to his hammer, Accori utilizes a tri-barreled minigun. It fits on his back when not in use and consumes energy packs quite rapidly compared to a standard blaster rifle. Its rate of fire is quite high and boasts considerable stopping power at the cost of accuracy and convenience.
Jet Boots: Due to the backpack-like nature of his armaments, Accori's armor is outfitted with instead, high tech jet boots. Due to his impressive weight, the boots are only able to aid him for prolonged bursts, not sustained use.
Stats
Strength: Legendary
Agility: Below Average
Intelligence: Average
Charisma: Below Average
Combat Training
Martial Arts/Unarmed Combat: Adept
Melee Weapons (Two Handed): Master
Heavy Weaponry (Firearms): Expert
Small Arms: Adept
Alignment: -3
Bio: Pre birth - birth
Today was a particularly cruel day, the acid rain pelted the top of the covered trench that housed a pair of iridonian soldiers, one a male, the other, his laboring wife. The pair hadn't been expecting the baby for another week and a half at the least but the warrior to be had decided that now of all times was the best time to see the world. If just by living on the desolate rock known as Iridonia wasn't bad enough, what with the constant downpour of corrosive rain or the nightmarish landscape filled with volcanoes and oceans of acid, the fact that a neighboring tribe had stepped into Tiiran and Tayla Paige's territory and wanted blood didn't make life any easier.
It had been a hellish two days as both tribes suffered heavy casualties on the battlefield, Tayla, who after fighting as much as she could, finally broke her water and on the fast track to having her first baby. It was something that both overjoyed and slightly annoyed her. Her emotions were very fair...well....for a race of warriors it was, she'd have to take it easy for atleast a month after the boy was born, effectively keeping her away from killing her enemies, but on the otherhand, she was finally able to make a successor.
It was the last night of the two day campaign and Tayla was now pushing to get her new baby boy out of her body, every fiber of her being screaming to push harder and harder to get the baby out. Hours had past and as much as Tiiran wanted to finish the short, yet very bloody battle, he stayed put and supported his wife as the baby came out little by little. Early into the morning the baby finally came out and Tiiran was overjoyed but that joy was short lived. Due to the mass amount of strain it took to push the child out, Tayla had given her life, something that tore her husband apart.
With an anger unlike any he'd ever experianced, Tirran tore out onto the battlefield with nothing but a vibro sword and a blaster pistol, charging into the final wave of enemies as his rage fueled every action, the thoughts of his precious Tayla dead and the evil child that took her running rampant through his mind as one after another fell infront of him. Due to the large amount of energy he had used, Tiiran didn't see the man behind him, a blaster pointed to the back of his head, his last words being a curse on his son before the trigger was pulled, sending Tiiran to the afterlife to be with his beloved Tayla.
After the chaos, a lone iridonian warrior came across the baby, laying beside the now deceased mother, in a near death state. The man, who was known as Vance, took in the boy, bringing him back to health and after much heavy thinking, decided to make the child his own.
1-11
It had been a rather rough upbringing for the boy, who, after another bout of hard thinking, was named Accori, after Vance's late grandfather, and former leader of the tribe. Since the time Accori could walk, he was constantly learning how to survive. For the next few years, Accori underwent hellish training under the tutelege of Vance, things like his tribe's history, how to fire a blaster, how to use melee weapons, and even a little hand to hand. The most important thing of all however, was how to use one's rage to become more effective in combat and learning how to harness and control it. All of these lessons were well learned as the years went by, the traditional rite of passage for all Iridonians coming quickly as Accori approached the age of 11.
Vance had devised a coming of age test for his young prodigy to complete before he'd be ready to progress any further in the art of combat. The test was mostly a way for Vance to see how much Accori had actually learned in his very short amount of training. It consisted of the young Iridonian going out into the harsh, unforgiving rainforest and survive with nothing but his wits and a knife for 20 days, returning only after he had slain a predator that Accori thought was worthy.
It took two days to get to the edge of the deep, dark rainforest but the very young Iridonian just grinned excitedly, the thought of becoming stronger burning in his little mind as he trudged deeper and deeper into the forest, being ever vigilant and on edge as he gripped the iridonian blade tightly. Only 4 hours in and already Accori's presence was drawing very...unwanted attention. In the shadows, Accori could hear movement, like a cat slinking through the tall grass of the prairies, stalking it's prey, waiting, watching before it made it's move.
Accori froze in place, a sudden fear washing over him as he thought of the many number of things the creature behind him could be. The child closed his eyes tightly before suddenly booking it through the forest, weaving through trees and finally hidding under a massive log, amongst the insects, hiding, waiting for what he could now see was a teenage nexu cat searching in vain for his potential dinner. After what seemed like an eternity, the creature finally left in search of easier food, allowing Accori a giant sigh of relief. Accori could already tell that he'd have to
smarten up fast if he was to survive for another 19 days in this nightmare, and with that, fell asleep under his log, completely ignoring the fact that there were a multitude of insects around him.
Surprisingly enough, it took only a day before Accori found suitable food to sustain himself, fruit from a nearby tree that proved to be very tasty. It took half the night but Accori managed to also construct his own hideout in the tops of a large native tree he had come across, constructing a makeshift treehouse. The days flew by and Accori ran into a surprisingly small amount of trouble, running into the nexu cat only once more since his first encounter with the creature, actually managing to get a rather large yet shallow scratch from it on his arm. On day 18 of his test, Accori had yet to kill a worthy animal to present to Vance, effectively passing. With that thought in mind, the crafty boy planted multiple rope traps around his treefort, baiting them with bloodied and squirming rabbits, birds, etc.
Another day of waiting came and went before Accori witnessed his old friend the Nexu cat approach one of the many bloodied birds, sniffing it suspiciously before crunching it's needle-like fangs down on it, springing the trap and hoisting it up into the air by it's hind leg. With a loud yelping noise, Accori smiled excitely once more as he jumped down the tree and, knife tied to a long, hardy branch in one hand, approached his prey slowly, like the creature had done to him, savoring the feeling of imminent death that was about to happen. Too bad for Accori however, because as the Iridonian cocked back, getting ready to impale the creature, a very low growl could be heard behind him.
With a look of sheer terror, Accori slowly looked behind him, only to see the young nexu cubs mother, getting ready to shred him to ribbons. Without a second thought, Accori made a mad dash for his tree, climbing like a tach monkey up to his fort. The enraged mother immediatly began it's rather swift climb up after the boy, always getting closer and closer, roaring and swiping at his feet, the intent to kill burning in her eyes. At this point Accori was desperate to get away and with a tightly closed eyes, let out a kick to the feline, his foot hitting it square in the eyes. With a great yelp of pain, the creature lost it's gripping on the bark and fell all the way down, just barely landing on it's feet. This all would have been good and what not but almost immediatly after the nexu fell, Accori lost his grip as well and plummeted all the way down, landing on the beast in such a way that it died upon impact.
Accori groaned in pain, the impact of the fall, although cushioned, still knocked the wind out of him and with great diffuculty finally managed to get up, a look of mass disbelief on his face as he looked at what he had landed on. With a victory shout and a giant smile on his face, Accori picked up his spear and impaled the still trapped nexu cub, gutting them both and dragging both their corpses out of the forest and all the way to his tribe. As the heavily bloodstained child walked through his village, every head turned in shock and awe as the two nexu bodies dragged behind him.
After a short and very proud walk, Accori dropped the two cats at Vance's doorstep, knocking excitedly on the door, waiting for only a few minutes before the familiar face of his teacher and surrogate father came into view. With a large smile, Accori presented his prizes to him, earning him an impressed look and a pat on the head. From that day on, Accori was considered a warrior among his people.
12-18
Months past and Accori resumed his training with Vance. Despite the fact that he was now technically a warrior, Accori realized that if he were to become truely great, he'd still need to train under Vance, who, as much as he hated to say it, was in a completely different league than himself. Months turned to years as Accori grew not only physically and mentally, but in sheer skill. Accori was now 16 and war between tribes was once again brewing, the first major conflict to erupt since Accori's grand enterance into the world.
RP Sample:
