Post by Kella on Aug 15, 2012 13:56:29 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorian Military
Department: Spec Ops (Engineering)
Rank: Major
Name: Tihaar Verd'yc
Race: Firrerreo/Human
Age: 36
Height: 5'10
Weight: 185 lbs
Birth place: Concord Dawn
Appearance:
Tihaar is a broad-boned woman with stockiness to match, wide hips and ample thighs. She's not quite buxom, her best curves in the posterior. Tihaar lacks none in fitness, embodying the classic Mandalorian endurance and strength. She's a surprisingly fast sprinter on the battlefield, though her specialty tends to be holding the line.
Tihaar's features are soft and rounded, her eyes dark green and nearly brown at the edges. Her hair is dark brown with streaks of silver at each temple, a nod to her Firrerreo heritage. Its loose curl likes to rebel in humid weather.
Though her mother is a Firrerreo, Tihaar has aged like an average human so far, and heals only very slightly faster than the human average, just as her canines are only slightly more pronounced. She does have both a fully-developed nictitating membrane and ultraviolet vision, as these genes proved to be fully dominant.
Tihaar's armor is somewhat non-standard for a Mandalorian, forgoing paint and the traditional T-visor in favor of bearing strong resemblance to its inspiration, the shark. The brushed silver is covered in scuffs and scratches and discolorations from years of skirmishes and crashes and explosions. Tihaar only fixes damage that's disruptive, letting the armor gather character and experience as she has. When not in her armor, Tihaar is usually wearing a tank-top, the top of her maintenance cover-alls knotted at her waist.
Link to armor application pending.
To her friends Tihaar is fiercely loyal, and though she seems to be laid-back and amicable her temper is something to be feared. As is her rocket-launcher. She sees life as an adventure, to be grabbed by the horns until it collapses in an exhausted pile at your feet, or you get thrown off. Every so often she fails to take something as seriously as she should, to sometimes great consequence, but for the most part she's very effective in her work.
Her sense of humor makes no apologies, delving often into the morbid, crass, and self-aggrandizing. Tihaar has a way of livening up a repair bay. Her many travels throughout the galaxy have left her with a broad wealth of experience, such that few things are able to rattle her. If you can blow it up, it's not worth being afraid of. [/ul]
Skills: Repair, Construction, Slicing, Wrestling, Explosives
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 7
Bio:
Tihaar's mother, Mesh'la Verd'yc, was an 150 year old Firrerrean Mandalorian veteran who thought she'd seen everything, until she found love in the human Richard Montcello, an archivist from Corellia. Their whirlwind romance culminated in a marriage and a new home on Concord Dawn, in which to raise their new family. The couple had four sons in ten years, finally followed by Tihaar's birth. Richard finally had the daughter he'd been hoping for. Three years later, they had their sixth and last child, another son.
Tihaar and her brothers had a lively childhood, full of running through fields, wrestling matches, board games that turned into wrestling matches, Mandos and Jedi, rugby and keepaway, climbing on trees and playing in the dirt. Mesh'la taught them how to wrestle, how to fight, how to shoot and how to swear. Richard tried to teach them the delicate intonations of Arkanian literature, but ended up having much more luck with the Zygerrian epics of conquest and action.
Richard took responsibility for his children's academic education, ensuring they had a solid grasp of mathematics, and humoring Tihaar's incessant insistence on understanding how explosions worked. Those children between eight and thirteen would accomplish Mesh'la when she left their home to do her due diligence in the Mandalorian army, and she had a way of launching into impromptu history lessons to, from, and sometimes during combat.
When Tihaar was thirteen, it was time for her to begin her more intensive training. She found that she vastly enjoyed the hands-on nature of engineering, maintaining ships and heavy weapons and handling ordinance.
Four years later, it was time for Tihaar to complete the great hunt. She was left on Dxun with nothing but a length of rope, a dagger, and a great deal of attitude. It was the Crasnas that gave her the most trouble, though the sudden ride from the forest floor to its canopy was -almost- fun. Not satisfied with Crasna blood, she continued her way through the forest. She skirted the edges of the awareness of several of Dxun's more terrifying creatures, but when she finally came across an abnormally large Boma, she knew she'd found her target.
Tihaar was struck with a sudden and delightful whim, and instead of simply attacking the Boma, she threw herself on its shoulder from above and knotted her rope around its neck, and let the feral Boma take her for the ride of her life. When it finally became clear that the Boma was not going to become agreeable anytime soon, she sunk her blade between two vertebrae, severing it spinal cord and completing the Great Hunt.
It was time to construct her armor, a project into which Tihaar put a great deal of effort and love. When questioned as to why she decided against the traditional T-visor, her response was "Two words. Frakkin' shark."
Now a fully-fledged Mandalorian, Tihaar embraced the life of a nomad. She traveled as an engineer for various units, sometimes getting called in to work on larger projects with dozens of others, sometimes stationed as the sole expert with an obscure unit. Tihaar soon found that she could drink quite a large proportion of Mandalorian men under the table, and was the life of the party, even when there wasn't one.
For the next thirteen years Tihaar traveled the galaxy, participating in rebellions and wars, massive operations and small-time patrols, putting things together and blowing things up. When she was thirty, she worked with the spec-ops group headed by Malak Barris, maintaining vehicles, constructing temporary shelters, and overseeing tactical explosions.
Five years later, when it was announced that Malak would become the new Mandalore, Tihaar happened to be on Concord Dawn for one of her family's periodic reunions. She stopped by to wish Malak luck, and they exchanged war stories from the past five years, before the new Mandalore invited the trigger-happy woman to be a part of his honor guard, to which her response was "Hell yeah."
Password: Bylgia
"I've got an idea," she announced.
"And what is that?"
"Maalraas-mounted canons."
"... What?"
"You heard me, Maalraas-mounted canons. We're having issues with mobility of the canons on rough terrain, right? You could toss a frakkin' house on a Maalraas and it wouldn't blink, strap a canon to it, mobility problem solved."
"Because everyone would be trying to avoid getting eaten."
"Hey, I didn't say it was without kinks. That's what you people are for."
"Right... I'll pass that right onto Rannok..."
"Damn straight you will," she slapped him heartily on the shoulder, "'cause it's a frakkin' badass idea and you know it."
Mission accomplished, Tihaar dropped back to the floor, snatching her rifle on the way out. "Thanks Lex!"
Lex rolled his eyes and returned to his work.[/ul]
