Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2013 2:41:27 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorian Military
Department: Special Forces
Rank: Sergeant
Name:
Sul Kristac
Race: Chagrian
Age:
30
Height:
6'2" (Ignoring horns)
Weight:
200 lbs
Birth place: Champala
(raised on Mandalore)
Appearance:![]()
Sul Kristac is a Chagrian, and thus marked by his blue skin, distinct horns curving up and down, and an amphibious lifestyle, much like a Mon Calamari or Quarren. However, Sul's face is much more expressive and humanlike than those races, as are his emotions. He is regularly seen in traditional Mandalorian armor and holding a very long , lean beskad at his side. Being a poor marksman, he is rarely seen carrying projectile weapons of any sort.
The armor is noticeably light, and is not designed to withstand heavy armaments. Instead, it is just thick enough to hold back lightsaber damage with its beskar material, but not enough to impede his personal movements in combat. There is no helmet for his massive horns, so he is often seen wearing a plain gray cloak and hood to protect his face from the elements.
Outside of combat, Sul is often seen shirtless, displaying several Mando tattoos and the physique of a Monqoo shark, as he has been used to the cold depths of the ocean floor since he was a tadpole.
Personality: Sul Kristac is best known for his strong convictions. He is often the first to shower disgust on both New Republic and Sith governments, and the last to acknowledge how much any Mandalorian might require their assistance. Kristac is also known for his great pride in his (admittedly impressive) swordsmanship skills. However, bluster aside, Kristac shows grear camaradery and has dedicated nothing less than his own life to the Mandalorian cause. His generosity, sense of fraternity, and kindness are often a beacon in harsh situations.
Skills:
In addition to standard Mandalorian skills, Sul Kristac's most distinct and unique ability is his skill with the beskad. Normally a secondary weapon, Kristac has made a name for himself among his people for having slain a few Jedi and Sith in combat. Admittedly, Kristac has yet to face a true master, but he is now often reserved for such missions where his comrades might face such enemies. In addition, Sul Kristac has shown remarkable prowess as a singer, and regularly leads his companions in war hymns and shanties.
Being an amphibious race, Chagrians are naturally suited to underwater encounters, another reason why Kristac favors his sword.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7 (His swordsmanship and underwater physiology have endowed him with a powerful physique.)
Intelligence: 4 (Not a fool, but rather uninformed and in some ways, a little naive.)
Speed: 7 (Again, Sul is a beast up close.)
Leadership: 3
(Too emotional and ideological. Will likely never make officer except as a specialist.)
Unarmed: 5 (Standard training for Mandalorians, but nothing special)
Melee Weapons: 8
(Sul Kristac's sole purpose in life is unashamedly stabbing people)
Ranged Weapons: 4 (Chagrian eyesight is pretty poor in sunlight and other brightly lit areas.)
Bio: Sul Kristac was raised by his Chagrian dissident parents, before being adopted into the Mandalorian clans. His biological family taught him that the New Republic was a corrupt force of enslavement and suffering, whereas his adopted one taught him there was an alternative to accepting such tyranny. His strong convictions aside, Kristac's true home has always been the battlefield. Not always for justice or honor, but certainly for the beauty inherent in such scenery.
Sul Kristac's early days on Mandalore were more awkward than epic. His expatriate family being the sole Chagrians on planet, young Sul was often mocked for his skin and horns. Still, as time went on and the younglings were taught the ways of the worl by their parents, Kristac found a sort of kinship with his neighbours, if only because there was none else to connect to. Mandalore was a culture of warriors and universal acceptance, while his parents taught him disdain for the Republic and government corruption. It wasn't long before Sul began attending tribal dances and interacting with Mando'ade elders.
Sul's father Pash Kristac had been a swordsmanship instructor before being asked by local Jedi masters to desist from teaching certain anti-Jedi techniques. Pash had been enraged, pointing out how much suffering the Republic's so-called knights had brought to the galaxy. Self-defense was the privilege of every sentient being, he argued, and it was not the privilege of the Republic to determine who could and could not defend themselves against the next rogue Jedi attack.
This art was passed on to Sul, who very quickly surpassed any fellow students in terms of melee skill. Still, his boisterous personality and terrible aim with a blaster held him back from joining his new brothers in proper military action until the day he was sent to a nameless moon. A Mandalorian community had been harassed by some sort of Dark Jedi and apparently, someone had found it expedient to field their own swordmaster.
It was the greatest day of Sul Kristac's short life. As if the manda had finally taken notice of the young Chagrian and chosen him to finally step into the light. Suprisingly, the duel itself was not that difficult. Whoever the rogue Force user was, he was far better at deflecting blaster bolts than the blade of a trained opponent, iron or otherwise. Sul Kristac would discover in time that Jedi were typically only trained for fighting other Force users in close melee, and only once in a green moon did such encounters happen. Certainly, none of them had faced Pash Kristac's own art.
It wasn't long before Sul Kristac was voluntold for 'Jedi hunting duties'. Thusfar, he has (by his count) slain 7 Jedi/Sith/Whatever (Is there really that much of a difference, he wonders.), though he bemoans his lack of opportunity to face a proper master, one who has earned his title, a true warrior.
RP Sample:
Sierra Dewan rubbed her eyes and replaced the macrobinocular. It was true this time. Mandalorians had moved to this world. Though why here, she could not grasp. There was only a spaceport and some scattered cities on this continent. The big corporation mines, the real prizes, were on the other continent. There was nothing for a thousand miles of value, at least to Mandalorians. And the group was too small to take the capital even by stealth, especially from this isolated valley.
Still, as the only Jedi knight on planet, it was Sierra's role to report and defend against any such incursions. And she was thankful it was such a small group. Master Perelandric had taught her well, but her gifts had always been in healing, not in combat. Still, this was not her first skirmish. Sierra had chased off her share of pirates and smugglers, but this was the first time she'd ever faced what her master called 'true warriors." Then again, she had the...
She spun around to her left, lightsaber in hand. There was a presence climbing up the pass, a sentient. One of the raiding party? No... this one was alone, and she sensed no ill will. Through the woods, she could see a robed figure approaching.... blue skin and horns... a Chagrian?
He was smiling when he saw her. A friendly smile. He had kind eyes and, while not appearing harmless, was not at all put off by her activated lightsaber in hand.
"Greetings, Jedi. I compliment your sense of duty and attention to your surroundings. The captain thought it would take you days to find you, but I assured him, this planet's Jedi would find us first."
Sierra Dewan silently quoted a Jedi meditation of comfort and calm before stating. "This planet has no quarrel with your people. If you're here for the mines, I must ask you consult proper channels for ship fuels and not harass locals under my protection."
The Chagrian's face changed expression instantly, and his voice had changed from polite to outraged with warning. "You accuse Sul Kristac of petty larceny?! Is this what the Republic says about the Mando'ade? Or is it my Chagrian skin that inspires such disdain?!" He growled as he approached. "Your Council steals children and you accuse Sul Kristac of stealing rocks?! I will not accept such callous disregard for my dignity and the dignity of my people."
Sul Kristac had begun disrobing, revealing light Mandalorian armor beneath. Sierra automatically stepped into an able stance for deflecting blaster bolts when the Chagrian instead produced a long and lean type of blade. She had heard from her master that some races still relied on such primitive weapons, but never imagined she might see a Mandalorian favor one.
"I meant no disrespect, Master Kristac." Sierra uttered, attempting to diffuse the situation. "The honor of the Mandalorian culture is known to me, and it was only my intent to spare the people I defend any discomfort."
Sul Kristac nodded but did not back down. "I have no quarrel with you, Jedi. Only with what you are and who you serve. Know that I will remember the name Sierra Dewan until my own death, whether here or at the hands of another." He then lunged forward.
The duel was short but memorable. Sierra would've made her master proud, thought Sul afterwards. Sierra was only the second Jedi to ever recognize a certain feint his father had taught him, and certainly the first to not waste time attempting to slice through his beskar armor and instead going straight for his head. He sang to her as she lay bleeding in her arms, a comforting Chagrian tune for those in mourning and ill health.
He left her lightsaber upon her chest, for unlike some, Sul Kristac had no use for trophies, and he would not dishonor her valor with such dishonorable action. He made his way back to the scout ship, to inform his commander they could now prepare for the true assault.
Department: Special Forces
Rank: Sergeant
Name:
Sul Kristac
Race: Chagrian
Age:
30
Height:
6'2" (Ignoring horns)
Weight:
200 lbs
Birth place: Champala
(raised on Mandalore)
Appearance:
Sul Kristac is a Chagrian, and thus marked by his blue skin, distinct horns curving up and down, and an amphibious lifestyle, much like a Mon Calamari or Quarren. However, Sul's face is much more expressive and humanlike than those races, as are his emotions. He is regularly seen in traditional Mandalorian armor and holding a very long , lean beskad at his side. Being a poor marksman, he is rarely seen carrying projectile weapons of any sort.
The armor is noticeably light, and is not designed to withstand heavy armaments. Instead, it is just thick enough to hold back lightsaber damage with its beskar material, but not enough to impede his personal movements in combat. There is no helmet for his massive horns, so he is often seen wearing a plain gray cloak and hood to protect his face from the elements.
Outside of combat, Sul is often seen shirtless, displaying several Mando tattoos and the physique of a Monqoo shark, as he has been used to the cold depths of the ocean floor since he was a tadpole.
Personality: Sul Kristac is best known for his strong convictions. He is often the first to shower disgust on both New Republic and Sith governments, and the last to acknowledge how much any Mandalorian might require their assistance. Kristac is also known for his great pride in his (admittedly impressive) swordsmanship skills. However, bluster aside, Kristac shows grear camaradery and has dedicated nothing less than his own life to the Mandalorian cause. His generosity, sense of fraternity, and kindness are often a beacon in harsh situations.
Skills:
In addition to standard Mandalorian skills, Sul Kristac's most distinct and unique ability is his skill with the beskad. Normally a secondary weapon, Kristac has made a name for himself among his people for having slain a few Jedi and Sith in combat. Admittedly, Kristac has yet to face a true master, but he is now often reserved for such missions where his comrades might face such enemies. In addition, Sul Kristac has shown remarkable prowess as a singer, and regularly leads his companions in war hymns and shanties.
Being an amphibious race, Chagrians are naturally suited to underwater encounters, another reason why Kristac favors his sword.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7 (His swordsmanship and underwater physiology have endowed him with a powerful physique.)
Intelligence: 4 (Not a fool, but rather uninformed and in some ways, a little naive.)
Speed: 7 (Again, Sul is a beast up close.)
Leadership: 3
(Too emotional and ideological. Will likely never make officer except as a specialist.)
Unarmed: 5 (Standard training for Mandalorians, but nothing special)
Melee Weapons: 8
(Sul Kristac's sole purpose in life is unashamedly stabbing people)
Ranged Weapons: 4 (Chagrian eyesight is pretty poor in sunlight and other brightly lit areas.)
Bio: Sul Kristac was raised by his Chagrian dissident parents, before being adopted into the Mandalorian clans. His biological family taught him that the New Republic was a corrupt force of enslavement and suffering, whereas his adopted one taught him there was an alternative to accepting such tyranny. His strong convictions aside, Kristac's true home has always been the battlefield. Not always for justice or honor, but certainly for the beauty inherent in such scenery.
Sul Kristac's early days on Mandalore were more awkward than epic. His expatriate family being the sole Chagrians on planet, young Sul was often mocked for his skin and horns. Still, as time went on and the younglings were taught the ways of the worl by their parents, Kristac found a sort of kinship with his neighbours, if only because there was none else to connect to. Mandalore was a culture of warriors and universal acceptance, while his parents taught him disdain for the Republic and government corruption. It wasn't long before Sul began attending tribal dances and interacting with Mando'ade elders.
Sul's father Pash Kristac had been a swordsmanship instructor before being asked by local Jedi masters to desist from teaching certain anti-Jedi techniques. Pash had been enraged, pointing out how much suffering the Republic's so-called knights had brought to the galaxy. Self-defense was the privilege of every sentient being, he argued, and it was not the privilege of the Republic to determine who could and could not defend themselves against the next rogue Jedi attack.
This art was passed on to Sul, who very quickly surpassed any fellow students in terms of melee skill. Still, his boisterous personality and terrible aim with a blaster held him back from joining his new brothers in proper military action until the day he was sent to a nameless moon. A Mandalorian community had been harassed by some sort of Dark Jedi and apparently, someone had found it expedient to field their own swordmaster.
It was the greatest day of Sul Kristac's short life. As if the manda had finally taken notice of the young Chagrian and chosen him to finally step into the light. Suprisingly, the duel itself was not that difficult. Whoever the rogue Force user was, he was far better at deflecting blaster bolts than the blade of a trained opponent, iron or otherwise. Sul Kristac would discover in time that Jedi were typically only trained for fighting other Force users in close melee, and only once in a green moon did such encounters happen. Certainly, none of them had faced Pash Kristac's own art.
It wasn't long before Sul Kristac was voluntold for 'Jedi hunting duties'. Thusfar, he has (by his count) slain 7 Jedi/Sith/Whatever (Is there really that much of a difference, he wonders.), though he bemoans his lack of opportunity to face a proper master, one who has earned his title, a true warrior.
RP Sample:
Sierra Dewan rubbed her eyes and replaced the macrobinocular. It was true this time. Mandalorians had moved to this world. Though why here, she could not grasp. There was only a spaceport and some scattered cities on this continent. The big corporation mines, the real prizes, were on the other continent. There was nothing for a thousand miles of value, at least to Mandalorians. And the group was too small to take the capital even by stealth, especially from this isolated valley.
Still, as the only Jedi knight on planet, it was Sierra's role to report and defend against any such incursions. And she was thankful it was such a small group. Master Perelandric had taught her well, but her gifts had always been in healing, not in combat. Still, this was not her first skirmish. Sierra had chased off her share of pirates and smugglers, but this was the first time she'd ever faced what her master called 'true warriors." Then again, she had the...
She spun around to her left, lightsaber in hand. There was a presence climbing up the pass, a sentient. One of the raiding party? No... this one was alone, and she sensed no ill will. Through the woods, she could see a robed figure approaching.... blue skin and horns... a Chagrian?
He was smiling when he saw her. A friendly smile. He had kind eyes and, while not appearing harmless, was not at all put off by her activated lightsaber in hand.
"Greetings, Jedi. I compliment your sense of duty and attention to your surroundings. The captain thought it would take you days to find you, but I assured him, this planet's Jedi would find us first."
Sierra Dewan silently quoted a Jedi meditation of comfort and calm before stating. "This planet has no quarrel with your people. If you're here for the mines, I must ask you consult proper channels for ship fuels and not harass locals under my protection."
The Chagrian's face changed expression instantly, and his voice had changed from polite to outraged with warning. "You accuse Sul Kristac of petty larceny?! Is this what the Republic says about the Mando'ade? Or is it my Chagrian skin that inspires such disdain?!" He growled as he approached. "Your Council steals children and you accuse Sul Kristac of stealing rocks?! I will not accept such callous disregard for my dignity and the dignity of my people."
Sul Kristac had begun disrobing, revealing light Mandalorian armor beneath. Sierra automatically stepped into an able stance for deflecting blaster bolts when the Chagrian instead produced a long and lean type of blade. She had heard from her master that some races still relied on such primitive weapons, but never imagined she might see a Mandalorian favor one.
"I meant no disrespect, Master Kristac." Sierra uttered, attempting to diffuse the situation. "The honor of the Mandalorian culture is known to me, and it was only my intent to spare the people I defend any discomfort."
Sul Kristac nodded but did not back down. "I have no quarrel with you, Jedi. Only with what you are and who you serve. Know that I will remember the name Sierra Dewan until my own death, whether here or at the hands of another." He then lunged forward.
The duel was short but memorable. Sierra would've made her master proud, thought Sul afterwards. Sierra was only the second Jedi to ever recognize a certain feint his father had taught him, and certainly the first to not waste time attempting to slice through his beskar armor and instead going straight for his head. He sang to her as she lay bleeding in her arms, a comforting Chagrian tune for those in mourning and ill health.
He left her lightsaber upon her chest, for unlike some, Sul Kristac had no use for trophies, and he would not dishonor her valor with such dishonorable action. He made his way back to the scout ship, to inform his commander they could now prepare for the true assault.
