Post by Venere on Feb 18, 2014 2:26:50 GMT -5
Faction:
Mandalorians
Department:
Army
Rank:
1st Lieutenant,
Corp: C.O. of Vod be te Kandosii (Mandalorian Platoon, Translation: Brothers of the Indomitable. Strength: 63 Soldiers, Motto: The First to charge, The last to Fall.)
Name:
Rakell Oban
Nickname: 'Ren'
Race:
Human,
Age:
31
Height:
6 Foot 3 Inches
Weight:
189lbs
Birth place:
Mandalore
Appearance:
Rakell is a 6'3" man, A person who maintains a clean, honorable posture. His facial structure is rough, His jaw line starts to narrow towards his chin creating a 'Triangle' With the rest of his face being rather broad, His brown eyes retain a sense of experience and care while his battle scars across his body, Mostly blaster shots, reflect his Battle-hardened nature along with his strong shoulders, Thick arms and disciplined stance, His legs are the exact length of his torso and they're worn, With a few scars though not from battle wounds but cuts caused by the environment branches, rocks and plants scraping away at his flesh and stabbing him, it appears as though they received minimal medical treatment and healed on their own, Perhaps in unfavorable conditions, His knees seem to be bent a little perhaps caused by such wounds. Rakell has Tan-Olive skin (Think Spainish) His voice is coarse and commanding and his hair has been shaven off. Overall, A man of refined muscle battle scars, broadness and crudeness anyone can See the soldier in him easily.
His clothing furthers on this, He often wears heavy, Uniformed casual wear and his armor which reflects closely to that of Mandalore the Ultimate, it includes a dark blue cloak which covers his shoulders and covers his bicep on the right side this cloak includes a Hood for windy and or dusty environments, He has utility belt with most of the Pouches and items placed behind him. His helmet is more modernized the visor is placed in the center of his thick helmet between the interior of it and the exterior of it, sheltering it from physical damage, And with all Mandalorian Helmets the Visor is T-Shaped, The color of his armor is grey-white but it his heavily decorated with Blue, Red and Gold paint in patterns and shapes that give a oriental yet frightening look.
Personality:
Rakell is a distinguished soldier, He shows the highest respect for his enemy that stands their ground, And the up-most disgust to those that flee, He shows great kindness and fairness to his comrades in arms and is eager to lead his Mandalorian Brethren into battle, He is often the first man you'll see charging, or so he'd claim before a Swarm of Mandalorians.. cheering, shouting and even Laughing in pure joy came behind him. So he'd expect of his Platoon, The Brothers of the Indomitable, Rakell seeks one thing his glorious Death. In the thick of combat, He'd rather die a warrior than a Long-Lived old man in a bed, And makes sure each one of his Soldiers shares the same views, Indeed. Most of the platoon is handpicked fearless Mandalorians men and women of different races that he holds in high esteem and gets to know each one personally, Rakell is a likable man to his friends, And keeps a strict measure of Honor in himself, He keeps War in his lifestyle as much as possible and this speaks more of him than most words.
Skills:
Fighter Pilot, Skilled Engineer, First aid Training,
Languages:
-Mando'a
-Basic
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 5
Leadership: 8
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio:
Rakell was born and raised on Mandalore, The son of a small clan, The clans name was Yunkai and it was not easily distinguishable or unique from other Mandalorian Clans or Families.
At the age of one, Rakell was a mindless baby, One loved by his parents, Rakell and Adiona which nurtured him.. Through his entire early childhood, Till he was three when he was expected to hold duty and chores, these ranged from simple tasks, Doing what your told, Carrying objects to certain locations or delivering messages across a certain distance alone, Through it all his parents expected sternness from him and obedience but their love for him was ever apparent and it gave him strength to know that they didn't give him chores because they hated him, Because they wanted to use him, But because they were trying to raise him as a Warrior as their son, As a Child of Mandalore, His duties kept him busy often and he grew into the habit of waking up early in the day just so he could rest for a longer period before he went to bed, He kept his routine sternly and his diet healthy, in his off time he would play with figurines, Toy swords, and other children it was a rather dull lifestyle, But he didn't care he was happy with caring parents and that is all he wanted.
When he was four he met a girl named Mirka Kynz a girl that picked on him constantly and bullied him around once a month at the least, She'd call him weak and he took her punishments, She was independent and rude, And he tried to avoid her as much as possible but she for some reason, Always seem to just want to hunt him down and tease him. When Rakell turned Five his chores changed dramatically, He was no longer a messenger boy he was now given tasks to help Construct tools, Build homes, and he was given a set of exercises to do from jogging, vaulting, Sit ups, and Jumping jacks. He was constantly exhausted but the more he exercised the more his Cardio and stamina was built. Mirka hounded him constantly like a Drill Sergeant and barely gave him a moment of rest or peace, Only when inside his own home did he find the quiet and sleep he deserved, He decided that one day that he was going to stand up to her and that day would come when he was Six, Fed up with the abuse she gave him Rakell fought against her and in what seemed like just children sparring, Resulted in Rakell gaining dominance over Mirka he nearly choked her to death before letting her go and letting her flee, This was the first real combat he'd ever been in and he revered it so.. He challenged others, Other children and he took vicious punishment but never surrendered till he was the victor or till he physically couldn't fight anymore, Or even raise a fist.... Or even get off the Ground, This usually was the case for older children as those around his own age he won against, His father soon learned of this but celebrated his son rather than Discipline him as any Parent who WASN'T Mandalorian would've done, His father quickly came to his instruction and taught him how to shoot a rifle, to exploit a enemies weakness and the proper way to kill a man, His training picked up the pace when he was Seven and continued to quicken, Till about when he was Eight when he stopped it, And instead wanted to be toughened, Not trained. So, His father beat him gave him as much punishment as a Eight year old can take, Then did it again before he could fully recover, Rakell was always bruised and he begged his father to stop, But he didn't, He would only say that he asked for it, And that now he was going to make him a warrior, He continued with training and beatings but he let his son have his own life.. A social life as well.. Rakell made Three life-long friends, Mirtav, Ghes, and Trian who he couldn't ask more from, As They've already given him enough.. Their Trust.
So from this point on, Rakell grew up with two things... His Bond-Brothers, And his Punishment, It was only when Rakell was Thirteen did he fight back against his father. He didn't have much of a advantage, But when he was down he got back up as soon as his father turned away and then he slammed his elbow into the back of his fathers knee, His father collapsed in shock as Rakell jumped onto him and beat his own father till his nose was bloody, His dad smiled... Smiled! At Rakell and said "I've been waiting for years for you to stand up for yourself" Finally, Rakell realized what he was suppose to do, What his father wanted him to do... He was so naive to not have realized it before, But from said point forward, His father no longer beat him and they were close friends as much as Father as Son, And his father taught him much more, and helped Rakells aim with the blaster, Telling him the components of a Blaster, how to hold it shoot it and take care of it, "A Mandalorian without a weapon is a dead one, But not till he killed a few with his bare hands" His father told him, and he would long remember that, And treat his weapons as if they were his own Children. When Rakell was Fifteen he and his father sat down... And spent months constructing his own Armor, The armor he still wears today, Somewhere along the way in his early Sixteens... Rakell developed a Crush on Mirka, The girl he once despised and he spent a long time trying to earn her friendship which proved a more difficult task that any set by his father, through long years, They became friends and they had respect for one another, And it wasn't long till Rakell proposed to her when he was Seventeen, They had a private ceremony and they settled into a easy life, But the call of war came.
Rakell went on to join the Mandalorian Army, and Mirka joined the Navy. They were split apart but they remained in constant contact with one another, Rakell and his Three friends soon learned there were others that were Stronger than them, Rakell decided that Physical strength wasn't the way to impress his superiors, It was going to be Marksmanship. He remembered what his father had taught him, Kept his sights down range and fired six shots, All flawless though these were Mid-Range shots and instead of being impressed his superiors wanted to see how far he could shoot, They instructed him.. Things he didn't even think his father knew, And soon he became Distinguished as a Marksman, Scoring excellent on Long-Range targets, with the odd miss or average shot. But he didn't want to be a Marksman, He wanted to be a leader and he tried to prove his resolve to lead to his superiors but they remained stale and instead of being groomed for command, He was sent in as a Grunt.
Rakell participated in several conflicts, Mostly skirmishes against the republic. He was celebrated and respected for his Marksmanship Rakell wanted more however, And his chance came at the age of Twenty-Three, When his Sergeant was killed Rakell took initiative and led what remained of his squad against the enemy, It was a vicious battle one engaged mainly in Close Quarters, It seemed hopeless but Rakell kept his resolve and went in head-on targeting the Enemy Sergeant Rakell personally took three blaster shots in the battle, Ones he ignored and cringed at during this battle his Adrenalene and Frenzy fueled him to keep going, To not fall till the Enemy was defeated, Or till he died, He won the battle and it would be a Pyrrhic victory for the Mandalorians, Rakell was promoted and he led his own Nine man squad, Afterwards he screamed in pain at his wounds and collapsed, his body exhausted itself and he was lucky to not have died, That, Or the Republic Soldiers aim were off as their blasters didn't hit anything vital and Despite his display of weakness after a incredible feat he was well-respected for what he'd just done, Charging through a line of republic soldiers.. Then blasting their Sergeant.
Now Twenty-Five Rakell took Initiative again and suggested courses of actions which proved useful to the main strategy, He led his men boldly and reminded them of their Home, Of Mandalore constantly. It was a small enough course of action, It didn't involve the complete take-over of a planet.. But it was necessary to insure victory, His strategy was to flank the enemy and attack at different depots and bases with small insurrectionist attacks, Literally bleeding the enemy before the plunge, And He wouldn't be defeated he couldn't be defeated. And he would keep fighting till there were no more enemies to fight, He didn't have quite a grasp on strategy, While his tactics were effective, they were simple and have been used many times it was the Morale he gave to his men that made his leadership absolute, He was kind to them and he seemed unstoppable to them, they followed him into battle no matter the odds, This earned him Renown.. Enough for him to be placed in Command of a Entire Platoon, At first most soldiers were just handed to him and he was expected to take care of them like a father expected to take care of a son he just met, But he soon began observing the actions of his fellow Mandalorians and requested them to be transferred over to him, He only picked the Boldest and most Fearless Mandalorians, Those loyal and honorable, He turned his Platoon into a suicide squad, One divided into 4 Sections of 15, Then divided into 2 Squads, And each squad having Teams made up of 2-4, With the exception of the Section leader whose team had 4 men always. And through favors, Debt, and Promises... Rakell managed to get his Age-old Friends into the platoon, Whom took the role of Section leaders.. The Platoon dubbed themselves the Vod Kandosii and were always eager to be the first into the fray.
And through his years of combat, Both against the Republic, Militia, And Infighting, Rakell earned himself many battle scars, He led his men.. Personally, And gave them hope for glorious future for all Mandalorians and he would take a shot for any one of them, As they would for Rakell...
Rakell returned home to Mandalore, And Mirka soon followed he had only come to attend his fathers funeral who had died in Battle, Mirka was only on Mandalore for the time because their ship needed repairs, Though brief their reunion was one Rakell would remember, And it seemed it was enough, As Four months later, Mirka was pregnant and she left the Navy in order to raise the child, Rakell dreads not being with her and wants to be there when she gives birth.. No matter the cost.
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RP Sample:
Mandalorians
Department:
Army
Rank:
1st Lieutenant,
Corp: C.O. of Vod be te Kandosii (Mandalorian Platoon, Translation: Brothers of the Indomitable. Strength: 63 Soldiers, Motto: The First to charge, The last to Fall.)
Name:
Rakell Oban
Nickname: 'Ren'
Race:
Human,
Age:
31
Height:
6 Foot 3 Inches
Weight:
189lbs
Birth place:
Mandalore
Appearance:
Rakell is a 6'3" man, A person who maintains a clean, honorable posture. His facial structure is rough, His jaw line starts to narrow towards his chin creating a 'Triangle' With the rest of his face being rather broad, His brown eyes retain a sense of experience and care while his battle scars across his body, Mostly blaster shots, reflect his Battle-hardened nature along with his strong shoulders, Thick arms and disciplined stance, His legs are the exact length of his torso and they're worn, With a few scars though not from battle wounds but cuts caused by the environment branches, rocks and plants scraping away at his flesh and stabbing him, it appears as though they received minimal medical treatment and healed on their own, Perhaps in unfavorable conditions, His knees seem to be bent a little perhaps caused by such wounds. Rakell has Tan-Olive skin (Think Spainish) His voice is coarse and commanding and his hair has been shaven off. Overall, A man of refined muscle battle scars, broadness and crudeness anyone can See the soldier in him easily.
His clothing furthers on this, He often wears heavy, Uniformed casual wear and his armor which reflects closely to that of Mandalore the Ultimate, it includes a dark blue cloak which covers his shoulders and covers his bicep on the right side this cloak includes a Hood for windy and or dusty environments, He has utility belt with most of the Pouches and items placed behind him. His helmet is more modernized the visor is placed in the center of his thick helmet between the interior of it and the exterior of it, sheltering it from physical damage, And with all Mandalorian Helmets the Visor is T-Shaped, The color of his armor is grey-white but it his heavily decorated with Blue, Red and Gold paint in patterns and shapes that give a oriental yet frightening look.
Personality:
Rakell is a distinguished soldier, He shows the highest respect for his enemy that stands their ground, And the up-most disgust to those that flee, He shows great kindness and fairness to his comrades in arms and is eager to lead his Mandalorian Brethren into battle, He is often the first man you'll see charging, or so he'd claim before a Swarm of Mandalorians.. cheering, shouting and even Laughing in pure joy came behind him. So he'd expect of his Platoon, The Brothers of the Indomitable, Rakell seeks one thing his glorious Death. In the thick of combat, He'd rather die a warrior than a Long-Lived old man in a bed, And makes sure each one of his Soldiers shares the same views, Indeed. Most of the platoon is handpicked fearless Mandalorians men and women of different races that he holds in high esteem and gets to know each one personally, Rakell is a likable man to his friends, And keeps a strict measure of Honor in himself, He keeps War in his lifestyle as much as possible and this speaks more of him than most words.
Skills:
Fighter Pilot, Skilled Engineer, First aid Training,
Languages:
-Mando'a
-Basic
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 5
Leadership: 8
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio:
Rakell was born and raised on Mandalore, The son of a small clan, The clans name was Yunkai and it was not easily distinguishable or unique from other Mandalorian Clans or Families.
At the age of one, Rakell was a mindless baby, One loved by his parents, Rakell and Adiona which nurtured him.. Through his entire early childhood, Till he was three when he was expected to hold duty and chores, these ranged from simple tasks, Doing what your told, Carrying objects to certain locations or delivering messages across a certain distance alone, Through it all his parents expected sternness from him and obedience but their love for him was ever apparent and it gave him strength to know that they didn't give him chores because they hated him, Because they wanted to use him, But because they were trying to raise him as a Warrior as their son, As a Child of Mandalore, His duties kept him busy often and he grew into the habit of waking up early in the day just so he could rest for a longer period before he went to bed, He kept his routine sternly and his diet healthy, in his off time he would play with figurines, Toy swords, and other children it was a rather dull lifestyle, But he didn't care he was happy with caring parents and that is all he wanted.
When he was four he met a girl named Mirka Kynz a girl that picked on him constantly and bullied him around once a month at the least, She'd call him weak and he took her punishments, She was independent and rude, And he tried to avoid her as much as possible but she for some reason, Always seem to just want to hunt him down and tease him. When Rakell turned Five his chores changed dramatically, He was no longer a messenger boy he was now given tasks to help Construct tools, Build homes, and he was given a set of exercises to do from jogging, vaulting, Sit ups, and Jumping jacks. He was constantly exhausted but the more he exercised the more his Cardio and stamina was built. Mirka hounded him constantly like a Drill Sergeant and barely gave him a moment of rest or peace, Only when inside his own home did he find the quiet and sleep he deserved, He decided that one day that he was going to stand up to her and that day would come when he was Six, Fed up with the abuse she gave him Rakell fought against her and in what seemed like just children sparring, Resulted in Rakell gaining dominance over Mirka he nearly choked her to death before letting her go and letting her flee, This was the first real combat he'd ever been in and he revered it so.. He challenged others, Other children and he took vicious punishment but never surrendered till he was the victor or till he physically couldn't fight anymore, Or even raise a fist.... Or even get off the Ground, This usually was the case for older children as those around his own age he won against, His father soon learned of this but celebrated his son rather than Discipline him as any Parent who WASN'T Mandalorian would've done, His father quickly came to his instruction and taught him how to shoot a rifle, to exploit a enemies weakness and the proper way to kill a man, His training picked up the pace when he was Seven and continued to quicken, Till about when he was Eight when he stopped it, And instead wanted to be toughened, Not trained. So, His father beat him gave him as much punishment as a Eight year old can take, Then did it again before he could fully recover, Rakell was always bruised and he begged his father to stop, But he didn't, He would only say that he asked for it, And that now he was going to make him a warrior, He continued with training and beatings but he let his son have his own life.. A social life as well.. Rakell made Three life-long friends, Mirtav, Ghes, and Trian who he couldn't ask more from, As They've already given him enough.. Their Trust.
So from this point on, Rakell grew up with two things... His Bond-Brothers, And his Punishment, It was only when Rakell was Thirteen did he fight back against his father. He didn't have much of a advantage, But when he was down he got back up as soon as his father turned away and then he slammed his elbow into the back of his fathers knee, His father collapsed in shock as Rakell jumped onto him and beat his own father till his nose was bloody, His dad smiled... Smiled! At Rakell and said "I've been waiting for years for you to stand up for yourself" Finally, Rakell realized what he was suppose to do, What his father wanted him to do... He was so naive to not have realized it before, But from said point forward, His father no longer beat him and they were close friends as much as Father as Son, And his father taught him much more, and helped Rakells aim with the blaster, Telling him the components of a Blaster, how to hold it shoot it and take care of it, "A Mandalorian without a weapon is a dead one, But not till he killed a few with his bare hands" His father told him, and he would long remember that, And treat his weapons as if they were his own Children. When Rakell was Fifteen he and his father sat down... And spent months constructing his own Armor, The armor he still wears today, Somewhere along the way in his early Sixteens... Rakell developed a Crush on Mirka, The girl he once despised and he spent a long time trying to earn her friendship which proved a more difficult task that any set by his father, through long years, They became friends and they had respect for one another, And it wasn't long till Rakell proposed to her when he was Seventeen, They had a private ceremony and they settled into a easy life, But the call of war came.
Rakell went on to join the Mandalorian Army, and Mirka joined the Navy. They were split apart but they remained in constant contact with one another, Rakell and his Three friends soon learned there were others that were Stronger than them, Rakell decided that Physical strength wasn't the way to impress his superiors, It was going to be Marksmanship. He remembered what his father had taught him, Kept his sights down range and fired six shots, All flawless though these were Mid-Range shots and instead of being impressed his superiors wanted to see how far he could shoot, They instructed him.. Things he didn't even think his father knew, And soon he became Distinguished as a Marksman, Scoring excellent on Long-Range targets, with the odd miss or average shot. But he didn't want to be a Marksman, He wanted to be a leader and he tried to prove his resolve to lead to his superiors but they remained stale and instead of being groomed for command, He was sent in as a Grunt.
Rakell participated in several conflicts, Mostly skirmishes against the republic. He was celebrated and respected for his Marksmanship Rakell wanted more however, And his chance came at the age of Twenty-Three, When his Sergeant was killed Rakell took initiative and led what remained of his squad against the enemy, It was a vicious battle one engaged mainly in Close Quarters, It seemed hopeless but Rakell kept his resolve and went in head-on targeting the Enemy Sergeant Rakell personally took three blaster shots in the battle, Ones he ignored and cringed at during this battle his Adrenalene and Frenzy fueled him to keep going, To not fall till the Enemy was defeated, Or till he died, He won the battle and it would be a Pyrrhic victory for the Mandalorians, Rakell was promoted and he led his own Nine man squad, Afterwards he screamed in pain at his wounds and collapsed, his body exhausted itself and he was lucky to not have died, That, Or the Republic Soldiers aim were off as their blasters didn't hit anything vital and Despite his display of weakness after a incredible feat he was well-respected for what he'd just done, Charging through a line of republic soldiers.. Then blasting their Sergeant.
Now Twenty-Five Rakell took Initiative again and suggested courses of actions which proved useful to the main strategy, He led his men boldly and reminded them of their Home, Of Mandalore constantly. It was a small enough course of action, It didn't involve the complete take-over of a planet.. But it was necessary to insure victory, His strategy was to flank the enemy and attack at different depots and bases with small insurrectionist attacks, Literally bleeding the enemy before the plunge, And He wouldn't be defeated he couldn't be defeated. And he would keep fighting till there were no more enemies to fight, He didn't have quite a grasp on strategy, While his tactics were effective, they were simple and have been used many times it was the Morale he gave to his men that made his leadership absolute, He was kind to them and he seemed unstoppable to them, they followed him into battle no matter the odds, This earned him Renown.. Enough for him to be placed in Command of a Entire Platoon, At first most soldiers were just handed to him and he was expected to take care of them like a father expected to take care of a son he just met, But he soon began observing the actions of his fellow Mandalorians and requested them to be transferred over to him, He only picked the Boldest and most Fearless Mandalorians, Those loyal and honorable, He turned his Platoon into a suicide squad, One divided into 4 Sections of 15, Then divided into 2 Squads, And each squad having Teams made up of 2-4, With the exception of the Section leader whose team had 4 men always. And through favors, Debt, and Promises... Rakell managed to get his Age-old Friends into the platoon, Whom took the role of Section leaders.. The Platoon dubbed themselves the Vod Kandosii and were always eager to be the first into the fray.
And through his years of combat, Both against the Republic, Militia, And Infighting, Rakell earned himself many battle scars, He led his men.. Personally, And gave them hope for glorious future for all Mandalorians and he would take a shot for any one of them, As they would for Rakell...
Rakell returned home to Mandalore, And Mirka soon followed he had only come to attend his fathers funeral who had died in Battle, Mirka was only on Mandalore for the time because their ship needed repairs, Though brief their reunion was one Rakell would remember, And it seemed it was enough, As Four months later, Mirka was pregnant and she left the Navy in order to raise the child, Rakell dreads not being with her and wants to be there when she gives birth.. No matter the cost.
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