Post by Krowbar on Nov 19, 2013 14:14:24 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorian
Department: Special Operations(Nevackko)
Rank: Ruus'Alor
Name: D'esok Nevackko (Day-Sock; Neyh-vaah-ko)
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: 5'9
Weight: 205 Lbs.
Birth place: Mandalore
Appearance: Hair - Dirty blonde, Crew cut/Eyes - Blue /Build - Medium His armor is colored in weathered, dullen and rustic orange aswell as grey secondary trim, each slightly beaten from use. His skin is a fairly toned complexion, the rest of his features still maintaining his youth. A long, nasty scar runs across his temple towards his jaw, bold enough to be noticed.
Not mine, not my pic, not affiliated in any way. Only here to show color scheme/ color.
Again, simply here for illustration.
Personality: Generally a more happy-go-lucky spirit, although he can quickly be turned into a more agressive, no nonsense mentality in the blink of an eye should a conflict arise. He considers each friendship a vital alliance, treating them as such.He was often described by his comrades as a mood on a stick, subject to change on a moment's notice according to a situation.
His enlistment changed his outlook of himself aswell as having an impact on his mentality. While women and power could be of a few of his major weaknesses, his loyalty to clan and blood is stronger than any other. He deeply trusts only those closest to him, normally following a "trust but verify" mindset. Combat is one of the few, and fastest way towards his inner circle as he believes it to be a true reveal of character.
Armament
-1x MB-23 "Abesh" Rifle swrponline2.proboards.com/thread/16100/mb-23-abesh-rifle
-2x K-7b Light Blasters swrponline2.proboards.com/board/326/stock
-3x Thermal Detonators
-1x DX-23 Jetpack swrponline2.proboards.com/thread/12720/dx-23-jetpack
-2x Beskar Woven Combat Blades
Skills: Small arms, Ingenuity, Adaptability
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 7
Bio:
Age 1-7: Humble Beginnings
Merek Nevackko sat contemplating his family's future. Now burdened with two children, he could barely support himself and his wife Mirta, much less two more mouths. Already a veteran in the Mandalorian Army, Merek and her had once lead a rather lavish lifestyle, partially due to the inheritance they received. After a series of vitally foolish financial mistakes, they were left in the depths of debt and poverty. He managed to keep them afloat as an arms smith, nearly the one skill he still possessed.
D'esok and his brother Karro were raised into a rather dull, monotonous lifestyle. Where they lacked in a formal education, their father instructed them in weapons, architecture, or any other more valuable skills he saw necessary. D'esok's friendship to his brother was a typical love-hate relationship. Any meager fight or disagreement of theirs was quickly sown up the following day in some sort. At only six years, their mother fell ill and was taken from them, leaving an emotional scar that would last for decades.
Age 8-13: Early Trials
As the two brothers grew of age, their father began to instruct them in depth on the use of weaponry and tacts of warfare. The two were rather surprised and quite joyous at the thought, little did they know what was to come. As their father started them into their five-year training period, they grew to realize the severity of his teachings. He started with merely accomadating them on his hunts, eventually progressing to quartering and processing their kills, and on to studying their weapons.
Within their second year the two were nearly master huntsmen of their age, already peaking their endurance levels in many aspects. Their days had turned from a fun seeming hobby to a hellish nightmare overnight. Their father had kept himself overly strict, ensuring the slightest sign of weakness was brutally punished. They resented his almost oppressive manner, but managed to keep their respect for him as a father figure. They continued to progress, eventually being instructed in basic military maneuvers, tactics, ranks, and even minor politics. Merek had every intention to raise his only sons into the fiercest warriors he could. Weighed down by the loss of his wife, they were the main drive of his will. Unknown to them, their true test was quickly approaching as their five years of preparation was drawn to a close. It was decided they would undergo it together as a test of trust and cooperation. The Verd'Goten itself was a twelve-day process. Two days consisted of general weapons testing, assembling and use, in which they both excelled. Two more days to combat, one of which by way of Battle Circle, where D'esok was well outdone by his brother. Six days were set for them to be dropped into the deep wilderness where they were to gather a set amount of meat and fortification while sustaining themselves. They were each equipped with a blaster of their choice, and one blade. By the sixth day they had constructed a log fort in a small clearing, digging and filling an underground cooler full of shatual meat aswell as other herbs and supplies.
The final two days would prove among the most trying moments of their lives. Provided each with a small blaster and one bolt, they were led into a large, enclosed reserve. Vegetation grew thick and lush, largely concealing anything from view. Tracking beacons were embedded into bracelets locked onto their forearms as they were instructed to make their way to the opposite side of the small jungle. Previously aware of the test but not its contents, they slowly made their way through the dense foliage, careful of their surroundings. In merely five minutes, they heard a low rolling from the upper canopy. Sliding gently under the hedges they gazed up for any possible sign of life. D'esok moved to climb up from the tree, Karro quickly pulling him back under silently as they spotted a strange feline-like creature of the likes they had never seen before. It was a Nexu. Unaware of its origin or ability, they could merely sit and watch. As it gracefully descended down the tree limbs it nearly seemed to sense their presence. As Karro readied his blaster, it looked straight down at them, apparently noticing the subtle noise. It continued down the tree ever so slowly closing in on them. It took a few moments to realize they were not escaping its gaze so easily. With a slight nod, the two burst from their cover into a full sprint. They stopped after forty feet, back to back as they scanned the tree lines wondering why it had not pursued them. He looked up just in time to see the beast in full lunge for the two from the above limb. Miraculously, he managed to dive to the side pulling Karro with him as the Nexu grazed overhead. Rolling onto his back he fired off his blaster as it lunged, catching it in the rear while it tumbled over. Karro had already made it to his feet, running for his life. He followed suit, not leaving the animal for question. Adrenaline pumping and heart racing, D'esok managed to outrun his brother, both of them collapsing to the ground in exhaustion. In perfect timing, the Nexu could be heard barreling through the jungle from behind at three times their speed, giving them only seconds notice to act. Karro piled himself into a dead, hollowed tree as D'esok sunk down the ravine and as luck would have it, into a shallow cave in. The wounded beast slowed overhead, the two boys scent and sight completely hidden as their hearts seemed to freeze. The Nexu, managing to clamber itself to the upper limbs of the tree above them, went to its rest. The three sat within twenty feet of each other, not knowing the other's presence. As morning rose, they awoke with what they hoped was merely a nightmare. Assuming their attacker to have proceeded on, the two emerged from their hiding, meeting on top of the ridge. Karro still maintained a death grip on his blaster, nearly about to die of a heart attack than anything else. To the dismay, the predator had done anything but surrender the fight. They seemed to spot each other at the same time, it making its way down the tree ever so ominously as its cover was blown. It happened quick enough D'esok had no time to alert his comrade, only by breaking a limb by the same tree he had hidden. It smashed against the Nexu's skull while it lunged, although leaving three deep claw wounds across his chest. It was back on top of him almost instantly. Without risking firing, Karro booted it off of him as it changed its focus. With little room for error, he put his only blaster bolt straight through its throat as it crumpled to the ground. With only a minor sigh of relief the two stood staring at the creature, left only to wonder. With what they had, they scavenged off its fangs and spikes, aswell as taking the rest of the day to fix a fast meal before setting back to their journey the next morning. Of the spikes they used for makeshift spears, D'esok would later make the fangs to a necklace to remember the day. As they soon found themselves at the far gate, their proud father had welcomed them in.
Age 14-19:Out of Excuses
Having completed their Verd'Goten, the two were overjoyed, also with a slightly new respect for their lives. As they grew, only so did their skills and minds. At the age of sixteen they were both able to announce their Resol'Nare. When D'esok sat to begin to paint his armor, he contemplated his choice for nearly three days before beginning with a dullen orange, slowly tracing back over it with deep grey. On the fore of his helmet he added what could be debatable as horns, eyes or lightning bolts. But to only him would it be known, as he had traced over the fangs from the Nexu they had slewn as boys. To him it left the true meaning of their cause. He soon began training under his father as an arms smith, the practice quickly coming to him as second nature. At the day they turned eighteen they pursued what they had always believed to be their life meaning. They simultaneously enlisted into the Mandalorian Army as what they thought to be the next chapter of their lives. Surprising enough, it was almost as they had expected. For a time. In his training, D'esok was for his first experience introduced to thermal detonators, for which he would learn a great desire and respect. He scanned the wooden and paper targets cluttering view down range as he lobbed the small canister, expecting merely a minor pipe bomb. Looking up from the distinctive noise, he was awestruck by the shear devastation such a minuscule device could ensue.
A long year had passed before seeing his first action. Two small groups of rogue forces of the Republic had been gunned down in their approach, assumed to have crash landed into the desert plains to the north. Four teams were deployed around the dunes overlooking the downed vessel. Blaster readied at his side, D'esok peered through his binoculars at the gaping hole in the side of the freighter, beginning to clear some movement inside. He ducked down as blaster fire riddled the ground in front of him, sending sand all throughout the air. Racking his own, he peeked from over the dune, sending two bolts that stopped them in their tracks. A moment's silence fell before the fire intensified. They closed in around the ship, annihilating any foolish enough to step into their sight. He emptied the magazine on another who popped over the top railing as he simultaneously fired his sidearm through the bottom deck. He drew a thermal detonator from his belt, chucking it blindly around the doorway before they entered, taking point as the rest of his team easily picked off any stragglers. The brief conflict was with little reward as they found little in the way of weapons nor loot, although invaluable experience for some.
Age 20-23:A Dawn Unknown
Through multiple other accounts and skirmishes, he managed to gain the rank of Ruus'Alor in due time. Also taught with a jetpack, he acquired the skills to use it, though not always fond of wearing it. His career took an unseen turn when he was transferred to Special Operations. Quite unsure to their procedures, he was almost nervous of what was to come. His training began, and was carried out on Mandalore itself.
RP Sample:
The small eight man team dropped from their speeders, quickly forming a perimeter. The dead of night concealed their approach as they converged on the tall building strangely set aside from the bustling streets. One of them spoke out over the comms as he nodded to the man behind him.
Nevackko, Kroll, take the rear. Team three in position.
Copy. On you.
Think these ones might actually be armed?
Shut up and watch my ass.
The door splintered apart as they simultaneously stormed the building, met only with the fearful gaze of four young children. The rest of the team filed in with nearly the same dumbfounded look. D'esok took point in ascending the spiral staircase in the corner of the room. He picked up his speed, gunning down the armed figure at the top, knowing the tactic all too well as he managed to dodge the body falling over the rail. They filed through the top corridor, stacking up around the door. He shoulder checked it open, nearly into a dive as several bursts let out from the opposite of the room. Rising to one knee, he put four bolts through the desk they were behind before rolling to the opposite wall for cover. The rest of the team quickly swept the room, wasting no time in executing survivors. A large metal vault was inlayed into the far wall, sealed shut into a safe room.
I'll only need a minute, sir.
One of the men stepped forward, beginning to tamper with the door when their commander spoke up, nodding to D'esok.
I don't have a minute.
The three strapped thermal detonators he placed above the lock incinerated the door and most of its inhabitants as they dug through the debris of the blast, with what little there was remaining scavanged. After gathering the four children from the lower level they lit the building ablaze, quickly returning to their speeders.
Some Notes Uno, on the accord of skill stats. I decided that if all were average, 5, they would total to 40. Thus I decided it best I simply re-arrange them to keep below 40. If this is too overpowered, I would be glad to change it. Secondly, HOW ON EARTH, ORDO, AND HOTH COULD TWO TEENAGE BOYS DEFEAT A NEXU OF THIS SORT!? SEND THIS HELLISH ABOMINATION OF AN AUTHOR TO THE RANCORS! Well, for one, it was purposely selected an elder, rather weakened specimen. The initial shot wounded and further weakened it - an animal like that greatly relies on its rear legs far more than not, propulsion, momentum, et cetera. Keep in mind they weren't exactly today's 21st century kids we know of initially, although that still doesn't change the fact that they are, well, thirteen. All in all, it was still an extreme test, most likely called an absurd and unnecessary risk by many. Nonetheless I know that was all pretty Jaden Smithy... Third, the initial app code had "password" included in it. Not understanding it, I simply disincluded it, most likely, foolish, thus it is my nature. Fourth, Hi reader! ... Probably should have made that first.. Thank you for your time.
I'm not sure if that's what you intend for him (if so, by all means keep it), b'yeah.
