Post by Zarkana on Jun 13, 2013 23:15:23 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorians
Department: Army
Rank: Sergeant
Name: Dyrago
Race: T'surr
Age: 28
Height: 8'6"
Weight: 337lbs
Birth place: T'surr
Appearance:
Looking upon him it is clear, he is a mighty embodiment of force. Dyrago is a T'surr, a species that is destructive and deadly. Each male appears as if they were designed for war, to hunt and kill those that they deem to be prey. His body, a behemoth construct of flesh is a dark shade of blue, highlighted with a sheen of marble coloring, often blending him into the night, only to leave his four glaring red eyes burning in the dark. Upon his dark skin are inked brilliantly designed markings. Each holding their own meaning and translation, a story that was weaved over centuries of existence long ago. His legs, thick columns that would shame even a mighty marble form, are marked with the beginning of this ancient story, from an almost forgotten tale. The intricate forms of swirls dancing upon the flesh telling the ancient lore of a beast whose passage would make the very ground tremble and quake beneath it with each step it took upon the world.
This ancient tale continues through the designs upon Dyrago's chest. The spiraling serpents and visages of beasts speaking of the ancient creature. Telling of the massive beast that it was, a hulking form that was the mighty embodiment of the very forces of nature. The story ever twisting and growing upon Dyrago's form. His arms, limbs as thick as the trunks of trees, holding the lore of the beast. Of it being like a raging fire, burning all in its path. A creature of pure malice seeking the obliteration of all things. Thus the story as all stories do comes to an end in the designs and markings upon Dyrago's back. The image of the beast being destroyed by a great hero in a battle on a distant world. The story placed upon him purposely, a reminded or a calling for Dyrago to find his own opposite in the galaxy to defeat him when his time calls to roar his last.
Those that have seen Dyrago have often spoken in a trembled voice, their words seeming fearful as they speak of his image. He wears his own crown, a mane of ten horns, each one able to tear and rend the flesh of his enemies. His open maw a horrible construct of gnashing teeth, powerful enough to crush bone as his powerful clawed hands tear his prey limb from limb. It is his eyes though that are the most haunting. Deep fiery orbs that pierce the darkness. Burning a horrific image into the minds of those that he has preyed upon. Leaving screaming, broken and shattered beings in his wake. Dyrago is a behemoth of savagery, his own embodiment of destructive might. His horrifying appearance is punctuated by the addition of two smaller secondary arms. However he is an oddity among his people, and unlike some males that lack the secondary arms, Dyrago's are larger than normal. The claws which each arm end at being that much more terrifying as he often uses them to tear at his enemies entrails.
Upon his homeworld, before he grew anxious to leave, he often hunted in simple leather garments. Now though, as he fights and finds prey on new worlds, he has taken to wearing a flexible underweave. The materials chosen and formed for his hulking frame. Crafted so that it is flexible to allow fluid movements to prevent Dyrago from being too constricted in the heat of battle. The underweave merely serves as the frame for his shell that he carries. Dyrago's armor is comprised of large, thick, and bulky plates of beskar. The plates have been shaped in an angular fashion, allowing for the dissipation of minor explosions. Each plate is placed to offer the most protection possible, though the beskar plates on his left arm and leg ar slightly larger. Done so as this is often the side most facing his enemies. While the beskar plates offer superior protection, there are still some open spaces between them. These exposed soft spots of his underweave are offered limited protection by sliding smaller durasteel plates over the areas, in an attempt to stop minor fire from penetrating. His armor has more unique qualities to it as it is crafted to allow for his secondary arms to be exposed. Both secondary arms are protected with their own underweave and beskar plates. Though slightly lighter than the rest of his armor so they can still rip and tear into an enemy that comes close without being hindered.
Dyrago's helmet is a massive construct, crafted and shaped to allow his mane of horns to protrude from it, thus allowing him to utilize them in combat to impale those before him. The helmet is slopped at the back and sides, offering some protection to his neck. Though this can hinder the movement of his head, and making it difficult at times to look side to side. His "T" shaped visor is unique, in that it stops just above his mouth. The sides of his helmet doing the same, keeping his mouth exposed, thus revealing the maw of gnashing ripping teeth. Dyrago's visor is tinted, though lighter than most. This is done so on purpose, to allow his menacing red eyes to show through the visor. This helmet crafted to showcase his terrifying visage, to strike fear into those that he faces down.
Knowing the importance of his armor, he keeps it maintained at all times, caring for each piece and ensuring that not a single one is damaged or compromised. Dyrago also understands the importance of fear, to be able to horrify his enemies and break their spirits the moment he sets upon them. To this end he does not clean his armor, he has allowed it to stain with the blood and internal components of those that he has torn apart. His armor also shares its own collection of scorch marks from explosive blasts. Scratches and dents from weapon strikes and blows as well reveal all that he has been through as he continues to seek out that one that his tattoos speak is destined to destroy him.
While the armor is well maintained, it is still allowed its unique appearance. Mainly the fact that the once pristine metal has appeared to become stained by the blood of various enemies. The armor also includes various scorch marks from minor explosive blasts, along with dents and scratches that mark the plates of beskar.
Personality:
Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 3
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 7
Bio:
RP Sample:
Department: Army
Rank: Sergeant
Name: Dyrago
Race: T'surr
Age: 28
Height: 8'6"
Weight: 337lbs
Birth place: T'surr
Appearance:
Looking upon him it is clear, he is a mighty embodiment of force. Dyrago is a T'surr, a species that is destructive and deadly. Each male appears as if they were designed for war, to hunt and kill those that they deem to be prey. His body, a behemoth construct of flesh is a dark shade of blue, highlighted with a sheen of marble coloring, often blending him into the night, only to leave his four glaring red eyes burning in the dark. Upon his dark skin are inked brilliantly designed markings. Each holding their own meaning and translation, a story that was weaved over centuries of existence long ago. His legs, thick columns that would shame even a mighty marble form, are marked with the beginning of this ancient story, from an almost forgotten tale. The intricate forms of swirls dancing upon the flesh telling the ancient lore of a beast whose passage would make the very ground tremble and quake beneath it with each step it took upon the world.
This ancient tale continues through the designs upon Dyrago's chest. The spiraling serpents and visages of beasts speaking of the ancient creature. Telling of the massive beast that it was, a hulking form that was the mighty embodiment of the very forces of nature. The story ever twisting and growing upon Dyrago's form. His arms, limbs as thick as the trunks of trees, holding the lore of the beast. Of it being like a raging fire, burning all in its path. A creature of pure malice seeking the obliteration of all things. Thus the story as all stories do comes to an end in the designs and markings upon Dyrago's back. The image of the beast being destroyed by a great hero in a battle on a distant world. The story placed upon him purposely, a reminded or a calling for Dyrago to find his own opposite in the galaxy to defeat him when his time calls to roar his last.
Those that have seen Dyrago have often spoken in a trembled voice, their words seeming fearful as they speak of his image. He wears his own crown, a mane of ten horns, each one able to tear and rend the flesh of his enemies. His open maw a horrible construct of gnashing teeth, powerful enough to crush bone as his powerful clawed hands tear his prey limb from limb. It is his eyes though that are the most haunting. Deep fiery orbs that pierce the darkness. Burning a horrific image into the minds of those that he has preyed upon. Leaving screaming, broken and shattered beings in his wake. Dyrago is a behemoth of savagery, his own embodiment of destructive might. His horrifying appearance is punctuated by the addition of two smaller secondary arms. However he is an oddity among his people, and unlike some males that lack the secondary arms, Dyrago's are larger than normal. The claws which each arm end at being that much more terrifying as he often uses them to tear at his enemies entrails.
Upon his homeworld, before he grew anxious to leave, he often hunted in simple leather garments. Now though, as he fights and finds prey on new worlds, he has taken to wearing a flexible underweave. The materials chosen and formed for his hulking frame. Crafted so that it is flexible to allow fluid movements to prevent Dyrago from being too constricted in the heat of battle. The underweave merely serves as the frame for his shell that he carries. Dyrago's armor is comprised of large, thick, and bulky plates of beskar. The plates have been shaped in an angular fashion, allowing for the dissipation of minor explosions. Each plate is placed to offer the most protection possible, though the beskar plates on his left arm and leg ar slightly larger. Done so as this is often the side most facing his enemies. While the beskar plates offer superior protection, there are still some open spaces between them. These exposed soft spots of his underweave are offered limited protection by sliding smaller durasteel plates over the areas, in an attempt to stop minor fire from penetrating. His armor has more unique qualities to it as it is crafted to allow for his secondary arms to be exposed. Both secondary arms are protected with their own underweave and beskar plates. Though slightly lighter than the rest of his armor so they can still rip and tear into an enemy that comes close without being hindered.
Dyrago's helmet is a massive construct, crafted and shaped to allow his mane of horns to protrude from it, thus allowing him to utilize them in combat to impale those before him. The helmet is slopped at the back and sides, offering some protection to his neck. Though this can hinder the movement of his head, and making it difficult at times to look side to side. His "T" shaped visor is unique, in that it stops just above his mouth. The sides of his helmet doing the same, keeping his mouth exposed, thus revealing the maw of gnashing ripping teeth. Dyrago's visor is tinted, though lighter than most. This is done so on purpose, to allow his menacing red eyes to show through the visor. This helmet crafted to showcase his terrifying visage, to strike fear into those that he faces down.
Knowing the importance of his armor, he keeps it maintained at all times, caring for each piece and ensuring that not a single one is damaged or compromised. Dyrago also understands the importance of fear, to be able to horrify his enemies and break their spirits the moment he sets upon them. To this end he does not clean his armor, he has allowed it to stain with the blood and internal components of those that he has torn apart. His armor also shares its own collection of scorch marks from explosive blasts. Scratches and dents from weapon strikes and blows as well reveal all that he has been through as he continues to seek out that one that his tattoos speak is destined to destroy him.
While the armor is well maintained, it is still allowed its unique appearance. Mainly the fact that the once pristine metal has appeared to become stained by the blood of various enemies. The armor also includes various scorch marks from minor explosive blasts, along with dents and scratches that mark the plates of beskar.
Personality:
Skills:
- Heavy Weapons Training
- Demolitions Training
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 3
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 7
Bio:
RP Sample:
