Post by Davma on Jan 14, 2014 12:15:19 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorian Military
Department: Army
Rank: Captain - Company Commander
Name: Davma Tracinya
Race: Epicanthix
Age: 31
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 208 lbs.
Birth place: Manda'yaim, Keldabe
Appearance:
The Face
Davma fit the bill of your usual Epicanthix; tall, dark and muscular. His pale hazel eyes stand out on his face because of his dark hair, and they seem to fit well with his sharp features. His body is muscled and athletic, molded to give the best in strength but agility as well. He does have quite a few scars covering his body, easily noticeable ones shown on his face. One across his lips and another down the left side of his face across his eye.
The Armor
Personality:
Davma is a quiet sort, always seeming to be calm and collected. He doesn't speak unless he is addressed or he is needed to but when he does his voice resounds with a solid confidence. His powerful stride has a humble yet assured air that brings many to look upon him. Known to be very serious he laughs or jokes rarely, always thinking ahead on what must be done. There is one thing that Davma will speak his mind about if asked and that is his belief in Kad Ha'rangir. He is a devout and some would say zealous believer in the god of change and destruction. To him war is a holy ritual performed to show piety to his god and to fight the stagnation of Arasuum.
Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 3
Bio:
It was in the warmer times on Manda'yaim, specifically the capital Keldabe, that Davma was born into Clan Tracinya. One of the last of a familial line known as grand crusaders and warriors, a glorious heritage to live up to. His Great Grandfather, Aden, fought in the Grand Crusade. He died in battle against the Republic forces led by the Jedi Revan but left a son behind. This was Teroch, Davma's father, and he grew up dreaming of the age of the grand crusades. Yet the betrayal at the end of the wars by the Treaty of Mandoa was something that he could not comprehend. How could any Mand'alor allow such a thing to happen to his people? He needed an answer; he needed a better explanation then a weak and pitiless Mand'alor. Could one foolish man bring about the destruction of the Mando'ade? Leaving them broken and scattered across the winds of the galaxy as they were? To him it was as if the Mando'ade were being punished by some unseen power.
That was the single thought that brought Teroch to a simple conclusion. The Mando'ade were being punished, they were being punished by the god they had forsaken in mass. During the Grand Crusades, when they found victory after victory many worshipped Kad Ha'rangir as they should have. But then they were pushed away from that, pushed to worshiping war itself. Such a foolish thing, to glorify the ritual but not the god you commit it for. Clan Tracinya was one of the very last clans where the worship of Kad Ha'rangir was still strong, and many believed it was why the Clan was able to hide it's larger than allowed size from the Republic. They believed Kad Ha'rangir watched over them for their piousness. But they knew that he demanded more, he demanded war.
It was the answer that Teroch had been searching for. The Mando'ade had abandoned the righteous path when they had forgotten Kad Ha'rangir and so their God has forgotten them to punish them. That was why Clan Tracinya still survived and thrived, for they were not only the Mando'ade. They were children of Kad Ha'rangir as well. Teroch made sure to instill these beliefs into young Davma's head day in and day out. It was lack of faith that brought about the downfall of the Mando'ade as a powerful force. Beginning his combat training early on Teroch told the young Davma that it wasn't just his family or his clan that was watching him. He told him that his god, Kad Ha'rangir himself was watching Davma to see if he would prove to be an honorable and zealous warrior.
This instilled a zealous fervor in Davma, driving him to push himself beyond what he thought was capable. He pushed himself not only in his physical combat training but in studying as well, making sure that his body and his mind were both sharp weapons for his god. He never took the time to play with others, never making any long lasting friends. He didn't have the time; if he slowed it was stagnation. Stagnation meant heresy and heresy meant weakness and death. Under his father harsh guidance he was molded to be the perfect warrior for Kad Ha'rangir.
Though how does one become a grand warrior of Kad Ha'rangir? Teroch's interpretation was one of brutal face to face combat, what he saw as pure combat. It tested ones skills physically and mentally. Blasters and long ranged weapons were something that Teroch knew Davma had to deal with but he made sure that his son looked down upon them just as he said Kad Ha'rangir did. A true test of oneself was to put your entire physical prowess and wit against your opponent up front is what Davma was told day after day. Still, Teroch taught Davma the basics of blaster weapons knowing that his son would be stuck in situations where he would have to use them. Davma didn't like having to learn them but he remembered that Kad Ha'rangir favored change and growth as well so he dealt with it as he should.
Stepping into his teenage years Davma began to train with his young peers and even some of the older in the clan. He proved himself in the battle circle early, his strength and spirit pushing him to take on those that many thought were impossible for him to defeat. Yet he found victory after victory, pledging each one to Kad Ha'rangir. He excelled in anything close quarters though when it came to blaster dueling he didn't try to compete as much. Still, his impressive combat skills and fervent devotion to Kad Ha'rangir got him noticed by many of the elders in Clan Tracinya.
Going into the traditional combat training of the Clan was when Davma was taught more of the galaxy at large. And it was also when he was given the explanations to many questions, like why the clan had to watch how many families could grow. The Treaty of Mandoa, the most hated words that could be said in Clan Tracinya. Still, in secret the Clan continued its combat training and even grew beyond the limit set upon them. By keeping families scattered around the surface of Manda'yaim they were able to easily evade any Republic eyes. Davma lived this harsh and nomadic lifestyle, learning to hate the Republic from his father.
Keeping up with his training even after completing his trials and being named a fully fledged man within the clan Davma pushed himself more and more. He wanted to prove himself not only to his family and his clan, but to his god. He needed to show that he was a true warrior of Kad Ha'rangir, that he deserved victory and glory. He dreamed of bringing Kad Ha'rangir back to his people, back to every clan. And soon enough that became goal of his life; it became the burning beacon that he tried to reach. When the Liberation War finally erupted Davma was ready and waiting. His father was too old to fight on the front lines but helped organize and command Clan Tracinya.
Rallying under Mandalore the Liberator the Mando'ade of Clan Tracinya erupted forth like wildfires. They had been waiting for this and Davma more than any. To him this was the last chance the Mando'ade had to prove to Kad Ha'rangir that they deserved to be blessed by him. Davma fought in the liberation of Manda'yaim, helping to reclaim the homeworld and gaining himself a bit of recognition. From there he didn't rest, he took part of every major offensive that he could. Concord Dawn and Shogun were high points, where he gained even more recognition and slowly he started to rise in the ranks. It was through these rough battles that he started to lead warriors, mostly those from his own Clan Tracinya. With fervent belief he led them on vicious and dangerous charges.
He and his men became famous for these charges and he was made company commander, gaining more warriors to lead and all of them were from his clan as it was seen that it would be best. Davma and his company became known as the Hammer of Kad Ha'rangir. They participated in many battles, even helping in the invasion of Ordo. Yet they couldn't foresee the death of Mand'alor the Liberator, many knowing that Davma felt an almost personal failure at having not been there to defend his Mand'alor. Yet when Mand'alor the Reclaimer stepped up to take charge of the Mando'ade he felt that hope was not lost. Declaring that the Hammer of Kad Ha'rangir will always be at the ready for Mand'alor the Reclaimer he only waits to prove his worth more and more.
RP Sample:
"Kad Ha'rangir, adol ni ganar gar a'den cuyir kar'taylir bah an."
"Taylir haar briik!" Davma yelled out to his Mando'ade brethren, his voice barely audible over the shaking volume of blaster fire that rang out around them. Of course though his helmet had a tat-com so that each warrior could hear him in their helmets, Mando'ade engineering of course. "Sir, the Republic's heavy repeaters are keeping us from launching a charge on their position." One warrior said as he looked up and over to Davma. Adorned in his armor, a mixture of Mythosaur bone and beskar'gam, he looked like a warrior from the ancient times. When the crusades were something that the galaxy feared. Davma looked down to the warrior who had spoken and shook his head, slowly standing up just enough so that blaster fire rang out around him.
"Are they? Do their weapons instill such fear that you are unable to move your boots? Is that what I am seeing here? Are you Mando'ade or are you Auretii?" Davma said, looking out across the line of warriors as some spoke up trying to tell him to get back down. A blaster bolt flew by his helmet, narrowly missing Davma's head as he looked over his shoulder at the Republic front. "Do you think they are our greatest enemy? No! Our greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within. Arasuum is what binds your feet to the floor. So if you want glory, if you want to be a true Mando'ade then stand up! I intend to charge those foolish Auretii and show them just how to wage a war!" Davma said as he turned completely around, brandishing his war sword over his head and giving a mighty roar.
"Par Kad Ha'rangir! Kaysh meg dinuir parjai!" He roared, charged out from the defensive line right for the Republic lines. He was not alone though, a second later and every Mandalorian on that defensive line roared out and charged out. As the Republic reinforced their line to deal with the charge Davma raised his left hand and then tossed a beacon right in the middle of the Republic line. "Let them fly!" He said into a reserve com channel, grinning ever so slightly as mortar units getting their coordinates from the beacon began a thunderous bombardment that quaked the Republic line.
If they had only not reinforced their line it wouldn't have been so devastating, though Davma was hoping they would do so. After a minute of running the mortars stopped just as the Mando'ade warriors reached the Republic line. Davma led the charge, kicking over the charred husk of a heavy repeater as he blocked an attack from a blade. Easily overpowering the Republic soldier he ran him through and looked around him watching as his warriors ripped apart what was left of the Republic defenses.
"Leave none alive." Davma said into his com and watched as any wounded or surrendered Republic troops get slaughtered. They wanted mercy did they? What mercy were the Mando'ade shown when they had to hide family. No, the Republic was going to burn. Burn completely to the ground. "That was a glorious attack sir." One warrior said as he walked up to Davma. "Yes, but it wasn't I who brought that victory to you. It was Kad Ha'rangir, I was merely a tool of his will. Gather everyone, we must be ready to move out quickly." Davma said as he walked away thinking of the battles ahead.
Department: Army
Rank: Captain - Company Commander
Name: Davma Tracinya
Race: Epicanthix
Age: 31
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 208 lbs.
Birth place: Manda'yaim, Keldabe
Appearance:
The Face
Davma fit the bill of your usual Epicanthix; tall, dark and muscular. His pale hazel eyes stand out on his face because of his dark hair, and they seem to fit well with his sharp features. His body is muscled and athletic, molded to give the best in strength but agility as well. He does have quite a few scars covering his body, easily noticeable ones shown on his face. One across his lips and another down the left side of his face across his eye.
The Armor
Personality:
Davma is a quiet sort, always seeming to be calm and collected. He doesn't speak unless he is addressed or he is needed to but when he does his voice resounds with a solid confidence. His powerful stride has a humble yet assured air that brings many to look upon him. Known to be very serious he laughs or jokes rarely, always thinking ahead on what must be done. There is one thing that Davma will speak his mind about if asked and that is his belief in Kad Ha'rangir. He is a devout and some would say zealous believer in the god of change and destruction. To him war is a holy ritual performed to show piety to his god and to fight the stagnation of Arasuum.
Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 3
Bio:
It was in the warmer times on Manda'yaim, specifically the capital Keldabe, that Davma was born into Clan Tracinya. One of the last of a familial line known as grand crusaders and warriors, a glorious heritage to live up to. His Great Grandfather, Aden, fought in the Grand Crusade. He died in battle against the Republic forces led by the Jedi Revan but left a son behind. This was Teroch, Davma's father, and he grew up dreaming of the age of the grand crusades. Yet the betrayal at the end of the wars by the Treaty of Mandoa was something that he could not comprehend. How could any Mand'alor allow such a thing to happen to his people? He needed an answer; he needed a better explanation then a weak and pitiless Mand'alor. Could one foolish man bring about the destruction of the Mando'ade? Leaving them broken and scattered across the winds of the galaxy as they were? To him it was as if the Mando'ade were being punished by some unseen power.
That was the single thought that brought Teroch to a simple conclusion. The Mando'ade were being punished, they were being punished by the god they had forsaken in mass. During the Grand Crusades, when they found victory after victory many worshipped Kad Ha'rangir as they should have. But then they were pushed away from that, pushed to worshiping war itself. Such a foolish thing, to glorify the ritual but not the god you commit it for. Clan Tracinya was one of the very last clans where the worship of Kad Ha'rangir was still strong, and many believed it was why the Clan was able to hide it's larger than allowed size from the Republic. They believed Kad Ha'rangir watched over them for their piousness. But they knew that he demanded more, he demanded war.
It was the answer that Teroch had been searching for. The Mando'ade had abandoned the righteous path when they had forgotten Kad Ha'rangir and so their God has forgotten them to punish them. That was why Clan Tracinya still survived and thrived, for they were not only the Mando'ade. They were children of Kad Ha'rangir as well. Teroch made sure to instill these beliefs into young Davma's head day in and day out. It was lack of faith that brought about the downfall of the Mando'ade as a powerful force. Beginning his combat training early on Teroch told the young Davma that it wasn't just his family or his clan that was watching him. He told him that his god, Kad Ha'rangir himself was watching Davma to see if he would prove to be an honorable and zealous warrior.
This instilled a zealous fervor in Davma, driving him to push himself beyond what he thought was capable. He pushed himself not only in his physical combat training but in studying as well, making sure that his body and his mind were both sharp weapons for his god. He never took the time to play with others, never making any long lasting friends. He didn't have the time; if he slowed it was stagnation. Stagnation meant heresy and heresy meant weakness and death. Under his father harsh guidance he was molded to be the perfect warrior for Kad Ha'rangir.
Though how does one become a grand warrior of Kad Ha'rangir? Teroch's interpretation was one of brutal face to face combat, what he saw as pure combat. It tested ones skills physically and mentally. Blasters and long ranged weapons were something that Teroch knew Davma had to deal with but he made sure that his son looked down upon them just as he said Kad Ha'rangir did. A true test of oneself was to put your entire physical prowess and wit against your opponent up front is what Davma was told day after day. Still, Teroch taught Davma the basics of blaster weapons knowing that his son would be stuck in situations where he would have to use them. Davma didn't like having to learn them but he remembered that Kad Ha'rangir favored change and growth as well so he dealt with it as he should.
Stepping into his teenage years Davma began to train with his young peers and even some of the older in the clan. He proved himself in the battle circle early, his strength and spirit pushing him to take on those that many thought were impossible for him to defeat. Yet he found victory after victory, pledging each one to Kad Ha'rangir. He excelled in anything close quarters though when it came to blaster dueling he didn't try to compete as much. Still, his impressive combat skills and fervent devotion to Kad Ha'rangir got him noticed by many of the elders in Clan Tracinya.
Going into the traditional combat training of the Clan was when Davma was taught more of the galaxy at large. And it was also when he was given the explanations to many questions, like why the clan had to watch how many families could grow. The Treaty of Mandoa, the most hated words that could be said in Clan Tracinya. Still, in secret the Clan continued its combat training and even grew beyond the limit set upon them. By keeping families scattered around the surface of Manda'yaim they were able to easily evade any Republic eyes. Davma lived this harsh and nomadic lifestyle, learning to hate the Republic from his father.
Keeping up with his training even after completing his trials and being named a fully fledged man within the clan Davma pushed himself more and more. He wanted to prove himself not only to his family and his clan, but to his god. He needed to show that he was a true warrior of Kad Ha'rangir, that he deserved victory and glory. He dreamed of bringing Kad Ha'rangir back to his people, back to every clan. And soon enough that became goal of his life; it became the burning beacon that he tried to reach. When the Liberation War finally erupted Davma was ready and waiting. His father was too old to fight on the front lines but helped organize and command Clan Tracinya.
Rallying under Mandalore the Liberator the Mando'ade of Clan Tracinya erupted forth like wildfires. They had been waiting for this and Davma more than any. To him this was the last chance the Mando'ade had to prove to Kad Ha'rangir that they deserved to be blessed by him. Davma fought in the liberation of Manda'yaim, helping to reclaim the homeworld and gaining himself a bit of recognition. From there he didn't rest, he took part of every major offensive that he could. Concord Dawn and Shogun were high points, where he gained even more recognition and slowly he started to rise in the ranks. It was through these rough battles that he started to lead warriors, mostly those from his own Clan Tracinya. With fervent belief he led them on vicious and dangerous charges.
He and his men became famous for these charges and he was made company commander, gaining more warriors to lead and all of them were from his clan as it was seen that it would be best. Davma and his company became known as the Hammer of Kad Ha'rangir. They participated in many battles, even helping in the invasion of Ordo. Yet they couldn't foresee the death of Mand'alor the Liberator, many knowing that Davma felt an almost personal failure at having not been there to defend his Mand'alor. Yet when Mand'alor the Reclaimer stepped up to take charge of the Mando'ade he felt that hope was not lost. Declaring that the Hammer of Kad Ha'rangir will always be at the ready for Mand'alor the Reclaimer he only waits to prove his worth more and more.
RP Sample:
"Kad Ha'rangir, adol ni ganar gar a'den cuyir kar'taylir bah an."
"Taylir haar briik!" Davma yelled out to his Mando'ade brethren, his voice barely audible over the shaking volume of blaster fire that rang out around them. Of course though his helmet had a tat-com so that each warrior could hear him in their helmets, Mando'ade engineering of course. "Sir, the Republic's heavy repeaters are keeping us from launching a charge on their position." One warrior said as he looked up and over to Davma. Adorned in his armor, a mixture of Mythosaur bone and beskar'gam, he looked like a warrior from the ancient times. When the crusades were something that the galaxy feared. Davma looked down to the warrior who had spoken and shook his head, slowly standing up just enough so that blaster fire rang out around him.
"Are they? Do their weapons instill such fear that you are unable to move your boots? Is that what I am seeing here? Are you Mando'ade or are you Auretii?" Davma said, looking out across the line of warriors as some spoke up trying to tell him to get back down. A blaster bolt flew by his helmet, narrowly missing Davma's head as he looked over his shoulder at the Republic front. "Do you think they are our greatest enemy? No! Our greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within. Arasuum is what binds your feet to the floor. So if you want glory, if you want to be a true Mando'ade then stand up! I intend to charge those foolish Auretii and show them just how to wage a war!" Davma said as he turned completely around, brandishing his war sword over his head and giving a mighty roar.
"Par Kad Ha'rangir! Kaysh meg dinuir parjai!" He roared, charged out from the defensive line right for the Republic lines. He was not alone though, a second later and every Mandalorian on that defensive line roared out and charged out. As the Republic reinforced their line to deal with the charge Davma raised his left hand and then tossed a beacon right in the middle of the Republic line. "Let them fly!" He said into a reserve com channel, grinning ever so slightly as mortar units getting their coordinates from the beacon began a thunderous bombardment that quaked the Republic line.
If they had only not reinforced their line it wouldn't have been so devastating, though Davma was hoping they would do so. After a minute of running the mortars stopped just as the Mando'ade warriors reached the Republic line. Davma led the charge, kicking over the charred husk of a heavy repeater as he blocked an attack from a blade. Easily overpowering the Republic soldier he ran him through and looked around him watching as his warriors ripped apart what was left of the Republic defenses.
"Leave none alive." Davma said into his com and watched as any wounded or surrendered Republic troops get slaughtered. They wanted mercy did they? What mercy were the Mando'ade shown when they had to hide family. No, the Republic was going to burn. Burn completely to the ground. "That was a glorious attack sir." One warrior said as he walked up to Davma. "Yes, but it wasn't I who brought that victory to you. It was Kad Ha'rangir, I was merely a tool of his will. Gather everyone, we must be ready to move out quickly." Davma said as he walked away thinking of the battles ahead.
