Post by Valcor on Jul 14, 2014 0:27:56 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorian
Department: Spar
Rank: Warrior
Name: Vuur (Pronounced Vyur) Spar (Alternate personality Vurrr)
Race: Human
Age: 37
Height: 6'0”
Weight: 160 lbs.
Birth place: Mandalore, Forest village
Appearance:
Vuur wears a thin black fire retardant suit under his suit of Mandalorian neo crusader armor that covers his entire body save his arms. Vuur, having been educated on the massive dishonor the neo-crusaders brought on the mandalorian people, saw a number of parallels between them and himself. He connected with the feeling of failure and the need for penance. This spurred him to dawn the shameful suit of armor that had been gathering dust in his clan armory and highlight the accents white, the color for penance. This heavily modified armor cuts down tremendously on the armored platting, substituting the thick beskar'gam for thin grey plastoid plates. In addition to replacing the plates, Vuur also removed all nearly all of the armor that might have covered his arms, save the gauntlets and bracers that cover his hands and forearms. His reason for this is to show where his human appendages end and his cybernetics begin. The reason for this is that a small part of Vuur wants people to look down on him as he looks down on himself, and cybernetics are not commonly well received. This combined with his gasmask/Neo-Crusader helmet makes Vuur an unwelcome sight in most places, part of his self imposed penancehis subconscious demands of him.
While these make him extremely agile, they block only basic ballistic weaponry and shrapnel. In addition to this suit, Vuur also wears a sealed environmental mask that he requires to breathe. Vuur has made several modifications to the mask as well. He has swapped out the original lenses for sun-lenses that remain a constant dark red color, blocking his eyes from view even close up. Over this mask Vuur wears a white hood representing penance once again. Vuur also wears a large tank of fuel on his back, weighing between 20-30 pounds which fuels his flamethrower. While he rarely wears this outside of combat, he does wear one pack constantly. This small pouch on his lower back contains an outlawed inhalant that is basically pure adrenalin. When needed Vuur will open the valve, flooding his mask with the substance and driving him practically mad with aggression. While he has not used it yet, he wears it everywhere he goes, having already lost everything because he was unprepared one time too many. Behind his mask Vuur is a slender faced and psychotic man, haven taken solace in the shield his madness provides from his memories. His body matches his face, giving him a slender yet fit build obviously favoring agility and aggression over strength.
Personality: The loss of his family, and the burden of guilt Vuur felt, not to mention the excruciating physical pain he was put under, tore Vuur's mind to pieces. His psyche, which had focused so intently on being perfect for his family, could not bear the guilt and pain the loss of his family dropped on him, and thus receded deep down into his subconscious. What replaced it was nothing short of absolute madness. Fits of rage replaced all feelings of love or compassion as the newly created being in Vuur's head sought to make sense of the small snippets of memory that would flash before it. The burning house, screaming wife, the final look of a child, all of them clothed in fire, none of it made any sense to this new personality, now calling itself Vurrr. To try and piece together his mind Vurrr tries to replicate the memories, burning his victims, trying to cure his insanity with the pain of others. The new persona, despite being downright insane, still clings to memories and ideals that were burned deep into his previous self enough that they survived the death of his family.
Duty to Mandalore survived, as well as military tactics, weapons training, and small snippets of intellect, but that is about the extent of it. Vurrr is often plagued by his subconscious, a moral compass that often acts to curb Vurrr's more violent tendencies when it starts to threaten the innocent around him. This voice or 'traitor' as Vurrr calls him vaguely recalls the tragedy that befell them, but usually keeps it to himself, not wanting his counterpart to falter and get them killed, as they still have penance to pay. While only one of the pair has control over the body, Vurrr will often speak audibly to the voice within his head, spurring most around him to avoid the raving madman or downright fear him.
Equipment: Oppressor flamethrower, Blaster pistol, short handed cortosis woven vibro-ax (similar to a fire ax in style), aerated combat stimulant.
Skills: Proficient in flame based weaponry
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 3 (Vurrr), 5 (Traitor)
Speed: 7
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 8 (flamethrower exclusively), 4 (all others)
Bio: Vuur was not born a psychotic killer, he came into the world like any other, screaming and wailing. Vuur was born to a proud pair of Mandalorian warriors of the clan Spar and raised in a loving yet intense environment. Being the only child of the pair, Vuur was the sole focus of their attention. Vuur's father trained him from childhood, while his mother managed his education predominantly. Between sleep and home schooling, Vuur sparred and trained in all manor of weaponry. By the age of six, Vuur was able to field strip and reassemble a blaster pistol, much to his father's approval.
As Vuur aged his combat prowess advanced exponentially, as it was not far into his teenage years that he was able to hold off both of his parents for a short while, before they would overwhelm him. His daily schedule soon shifted from education and training, to training exclusively, in keeping with his clans proud warrior history. He would spar with the other young men of his clan, but soon even they could not compete with his speed and agility. Vuur was by all accounts and astonishingly adept warrior, but it would be years before his first taste of real combat.
By the time conflict was on the horizon once again to Mandalorian space, Vuur was already chomping at the bit. He had trained his entire life for this, and nothing would get in his way. Or so he thought. It was in the last few weeks before the clan began official training, when Vuur met Maris. Maris Kitall was a local waitress at Vuur's favorite restaurant with a bit more to her than met the eye. Maris was in fact a former Jedi Master who left the order after she felt something missing in her life. She however kept this a secret from everyone on Mandalore, as they are known for their distrust of force users. She was unlike anything he had ever seen before. She had an air of sophistication and intellect about her unlike any of the women on Mandalore Vuur had seen, and yet she clearly was not a frail weakling. He first met her while dinning at a nearby restaurant. She waited on his table and he simply could not keep his eyes off her. She was however, secretly a force user, not that anyone on Mandalore was aware yet.
After visiting again and again, requesting she wait on his table every time, Vuur finally grew the courage to ask her out. In no time at all the pair grew inseparable, and the conflict that had occupied Vuur's thoughts for so long seemed a distant memory. Maris was his world now and he wanted nothing but to be with her. After months of dating, Maris finally confessed her previous relationship with the Jedi Council and the republic to Vuur, much to his shock. This was the most conflicted Vuur had ever been in his entire life. He had long been taught to fear and distrust force users, but at the same time this was the woman he loved. After taking a moment to think, Vuur responded that he did not care who she was, and told her he loved her with all his heart. He did inform her that his fellow Mandalorians might not feel the same way he did, and to keep her force powers a secret. Maris agreed.
To support his new family, Vuur begrudgingly turned to security work for a local merchant, protecting his shipments, taking only planetary jobs as to never be too far from home. The pay was low, but they lived well. Soon the pair found themselves baring children, two strong healthy boys, Delvin and Kurr. At Maris' request Vuur shorted the range of security jobs he would accept to only local, to help raise the two children they had. Much to his father's chagrin, Vuur did just that, but it was not only his father that was growing irritated with Vuur's new found love.
Vuur had known since nearly the beginning that Maris was a Jedi, or had once been, but the community did not find out until much later when Maris used her powers to save Kurr from a falling branch. This did not sit well with the community as tensions were already high between the Mandalorians and the Republic. First it was threats, only a few, sometimes letters, sometimes graffiti, but all of it was overall harmless. Then the vandalism started, speeders, windows, all smashed or broken occasionally. Vuur continued to tell Maris it was only stupid children, but when the attacks grew violent Vuur was too late.
One night after Vuur was returning late from a job, a small mob of disgruntled Mandalorian veterans began to approach the house. Inside the home was dark and Vuur assumed his family was all fast asleep as they normally were at this time. Just as the dutiful father reached the door he heard his name called out and turned. The mob was practically at his door, surrounding him brandishing all assortment of weapons. When diplomacy turned south, Vuur fought valiantly against the attackers, but they were simply too much for the inexperienced mercenary. They beat him senseless and left him to watch as they armed and threw enough thermal detonators into his home to level a building. As they stepped over him, Vuur crawled towards his house, struggling to scream to warn his family before their inevitable demise. He barely reached the front door when the house exploded, sending shrapnel and flame across the mandalorian. The last image Vuur had before his home erupted in flame was his sleepy child Delvin stepping out into the hall of their home to investigate the noise, only moments before the explosive at his feet cloaked him in flame. Vuur's body was flung from the house far into the street where he writhed in pain. That was the moment the person that once inhabited Vuur's body died, and was replaced by a souless, unfeeling, and mad monster known as Vurrr.
Were it not due to the timely arrival of the local doctor, and friend of Vuur's father, responding to the explosion, Vuur would have perished with his family. Vuur's body was destroyed by all accounts, his arms below the elbow were completely annihilated, his lungs were scarred from smoke inhalation, and a piece of shrapnel had torn straight through his chest, leaving him in need of constant life support. When the doctor came upon Vuur, he barely recognized him, but after starting to tend to him he realized who it was. Vuur's father had trained with the physician and they had been friends for quite a while, giving the doctor the drive to fix Vuur. The skilled doctor did his best, replacing Vuur's forearms with prosthetic ones, providing him with a oxygen filtration mask and giving him the best attention he could. It took weeks for Vuur to awaken, and when he did he found himself confined within a plasteel mask, hiding a face he no longer remembered. In his slumber, Vuur's mind shielded itself, no longer capable of handling the failure it felt for the death of his family. To protect itself, Vurrr was created, a psyche so focused on destruction, death and sadist that he could ignore the pain and suffering his mind succumbed to. The kindly physician then proceeded to solemnly inform him of his injuries and state of his body. The moment he heard the news Vurrr lifted his fists to the sky and let out a mad, psychotic roar mixed with laughter before turning to the doctor. The doctor then fearfully backed up a step and looked at Vuur before him, this was not the man he remembered. Slowly Vurrr looked over his body and let out another small maniacal chuckle before shifting his gaze to the good doctor and asking, "What... am... I?" in his new high pitched and mad tone as he looked over his numb feeling arms, "And... Why... can't I FEEL ANYTHING?!". The physician gulped and shook slightly before responding the best way he could imagine, "You're Mandalorian. Always will be." The physician then asked what happened, only for Vuur to tell him he could not remember, only that it hurt his brainy parts. The physician sighed and ordered Vurrr out of his office, and told him to go serve Mandalore. The physician was no psychologist, but he could tell whatever happened at his home, changed him, and staying around would not help him, and decided to try and get him as far from this place as he could, by signing him up for the military.
Vuur, gave the doctor every credit he had to his name, despite the doctor's opposition, and promised him he would not throw away the physicians kindness, although not quite in such polite words. His family gone, his mind and body broken, and his clan thinking him dead, Vuur turned to the only thing he knew. War, and he knew exactly how he would do it.. Fire. Vuur had never favored flame weaponry, but he was familiar with it like any other, it had ammo, a trigger, and you point it where you want things to die, a simple enough tool for a simple enough brain. With it he would make his pain, his enemy's to make his own go away. After a quick visit to the family armory and the local armor smith, Vurrr dawned his white hood and set out to settle the score but he was not sure why he liked white so much, only Vuur remembered that.
Vurrr then joined up with the warriors from his village, with a need to kill in his veins and a new mentality on life.
Password: Maris. (Not really sure what this is)
RP Sample: ~Great... Left to our own devices for a single moment and this is what you come up with for us to do?...~ The voice inside Vurrr's head groaned in his usual calm, stoic, logical tone as Vurrr sat and watched the pre-ignition flame dance at the end of his Oppressor Flamethrower. Vurrr did not respond to the voice however, as he was far to mesmerized with the movement of the fire in front of him. Like a child with a shiny object, Vurrr smiled slightly behind his mask, something about the flame was calming, as if it brought him back to a place where things made sense, and he actually felt something. Alas this peace did not last long as a pained moan slowly emanated from below Vurrr, snapping him out of his trance.
Slowly Vurrr turned his head to the figure below him that he happened to be sitting on. The poor fellow seemed to have suffered quite a few burns all over his body but remained alive, if only for the moment. "P-please..." came the weak whispering tone of the disfigured sith trooper. "Shush! Gahh, are you really so eager to DIE?!" Vurrr roared as he took his index finger and pushed the unfortunate trooper's head back down onto the ground. Vurrr then pushed himself up off of the body beneath him, using his hand on the man's head to hoist himself up, forcing a slight groan from the trooper. Slowly Vurrr stretched his arms out to his sides, inhaling deeply through his mask before hoisting his flamethrower up over his shoulder to scratch his back. As Vurrr cured the irritation on his back with his weapon rather crudely, he slowly took in the area around him.
The carnage was rather extreme, with corpses still spouting flames from gaping holes in there armor, and bulkheads bearing scorch marks more commonly than polished areas. Before Vurrr could admire the destruction further, another pained groan echoed from behind him as well as soft scraping noises. It appeared the trooper was attempting to flee, albeit at a painfully slow crawl. Vurrr slowly turned his upper body to look behind him, his fury at being interrupted would have been evident, were his face not entirely covered, but still his body language conveyed his displeasure enough. "Grrrrraaaah!" With a roar and a single swift motion Vurrr both drew his Vibroax and plunged the blade into the final survivor of his rampage.
Only a small yelp escaped the trooper's mouth before silence once again filled the room. Slowly Vurrr turned and sat down on top of the trooper, gently letting his elbow come to rest on the handle of his ax as it protruded from the corpse beneath him. Once again, Vurrr brought the pre-ignition flame of his flamethrower up in front of his mask and watched the flames dance with the subtle movements of the air through the room, letting a calming peace come over him once more. ~You could have just shot him...~ Traitor said calmly in an almost bored tone inside Vurrr's head. "That's no FUN!" Vurrr said before laughing in a high pitched tone for longer than a normal person would have at the funniest of jokes. ~Just remember... Your fun can never hurt the innocent.~ Traitor said sternly, only for Vurrr to growl angrily in response, his eyes still locked on the flame. "Vurrr rememberrrrs." The pyrotechnicly inclined warrior grumbled softly, like a subordinate might respond to an order he did not wish to follow.
~I will kill us both if you d-~ "I KNOW! I know, iknowiknowiknow... IKNOW!" Vurrr growled furiously interrupting the voice in his head as his hand gripped the handle of his ax, still lodged in the corpse, tightly, slowly pushing it deeper in his anger. ~Good...~ Traitor said calmly before adding, ~We should probably get going... more of them will be here soon~ But Vurrr made no move to stand, only commenting, "Let them, Vurrr needs more to shut you up." before slowly pulling his blade out of the corpse with a sickening crunch.
(This is more of a continuance of Maris' story, so it is a little on the short side. As with the other I am 100% positive this is riddled with flaws so please be kind!)
Department: Spar
Rank: Warrior
Name: Vuur (Pronounced Vyur) Spar (Alternate personality Vurrr)
Race: Human
Age: 37
Height: 6'0”
Weight: 160 lbs.
Birth place: Mandalore, Forest village
Appearance:
Vuur wears a thin black fire retardant suit under his suit of Mandalorian neo crusader armor that covers his entire body save his arms. Vuur, having been educated on the massive dishonor the neo-crusaders brought on the mandalorian people, saw a number of parallels between them and himself. He connected with the feeling of failure and the need for penance. This spurred him to dawn the shameful suit of armor that had been gathering dust in his clan armory and highlight the accents white, the color for penance. This heavily modified armor cuts down tremendously on the armored platting, substituting the thick beskar'gam for thin grey plastoid plates. In addition to replacing the plates, Vuur also removed all nearly all of the armor that might have covered his arms, save the gauntlets and bracers that cover his hands and forearms. His reason for this is to show where his human appendages end and his cybernetics begin. The reason for this is that a small part of Vuur wants people to look down on him as he looks down on himself, and cybernetics are not commonly well received. This combined with his gasmask/Neo-Crusader helmet makes Vuur an unwelcome sight in most places, part of his self imposed penancehis subconscious demands of him.
While these make him extremely agile, they block only basic ballistic weaponry and shrapnel. In addition to this suit, Vuur also wears a sealed environmental mask that he requires to breathe. Vuur has made several modifications to the mask as well. He has swapped out the original lenses for sun-lenses that remain a constant dark red color, blocking his eyes from view even close up. Over this mask Vuur wears a white hood representing penance once again. Vuur also wears a large tank of fuel on his back, weighing between 20-30 pounds which fuels his flamethrower. While he rarely wears this outside of combat, he does wear one pack constantly. This small pouch on his lower back contains an outlawed inhalant that is basically pure adrenalin. When needed Vuur will open the valve, flooding his mask with the substance and driving him practically mad with aggression. While he has not used it yet, he wears it everywhere he goes, having already lost everything because he was unprepared one time too many. Behind his mask Vuur is a slender faced and psychotic man, haven taken solace in the shield his madness provides from his memories. His body matches his face, giving him a slender yet fit build obviously favoring agility and aggression over strength.
Personality: The loss of his family, and the burden of guilt Vuur felt, not to mention the excruciating physical pain he was put under, tore Vuur's mind to pieces. His psyche, which had focused so intently on being perfect for his family, could not bear the guilt and pain the loss of his family dropped on him, and thus receded deep down into his subconscious. What replaced it was nothing short of absolute madness. Fits of rage replaced all feelings of love or compassion as the newly created being in Vuur's head sought to make sense of the small snippets of memory that would flash before it. The burning house, screaming wife, the final look of a child, all of them clothed in fire, none of it made any sense to this new personality, now calling itself Vurrr. To try and piece together his mind Vurrr tries to replicate the memories, burning his victims, trying to cure his insanity with the pain of others. The new persona, despite being downright insane, still clings to memories and ideals that were burned deep into his previous self enough that they survived the death of his family.
Duty to Mandalore survived, as well as military tactics, weapons training, and small snippets of intellect, but that is about the extent of it. Vurrr is often plagued by his subconscious, a moral compass that often acts to curb Vurrr's more violent tendencies when it starts to threaten the innocent around him. This voice or 'traitor' as Vurrr calls him vaguely recalls the tragedy that befell them, but usually keeps it to himself, not wanting his counterpart to falter and get them killed, as they still have penance to pay. While only one of the pair has control over the body, Vurrr will often speak audibly to the voice within his head, spurring most around him to avoid the raving madman or downright fear him.
Equipment: Oppressor flamethrower, Blaster pistol, short handed cortosis woven vibro-ax (similar to a fire ax in style), aerated combat stimulant.
Skills: Proficient in flame based weaponry
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 3 (Vurrr), 5 (Traitor)
Speed: 7
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 8 (flamethrower exclusively), 4 (all others)
Bio: Vuur was not born a psychotic killer, he came into the world like any other, screaming and wailing. Vuur was born to a proud pair of Mandalorian warriors of the clan Spar and raised in a loving yet intense environment. Being the only child of the pair, Vuur was the sole focus of their attention. Vuur's father trained him from childhood, while his mother managed his education predominantly. Between sleep and home schooling, Vuur sparred and trained in all manor of weaponry. By the age of six, Vuur was able to field strip and reassemble a blaster pistol, much to his father's approval.
As Vuur aged his combat prowess advanced exponentially, as it was not far into his teenage years that he was able to hold off both of his parents for a short while, before they would overwhelm him. His daily schedule soon shifted from education and training, to training exclusively, in keeping with his clans proud warrior history. He would spar with the other young men of his clan, but soon even they could not compete with his speed and agility. Vuur was by all accounts and astonishingly adept warrior, but it would be years before his first taste of real combat.
By the time conflict was on the horizon once again to Mandalorian space, Vuur was already chomping at the bit. He had trained his entire life for this, and nothing would get in his way. Or so he thought. It was in the last few weeks before the clan began official training, when Vuur met Maris. Maris Kitall was a local waitress at Vuur's favorite restaurant with a bit more to her than met the eye. Maris was in fact a former Jedi Master who left the order after she felt something missing in her life. She however kept this a secret from everyone on Mandalore, as they are known for their distrust of force users. She was unlike anything he had ever seen before. She had an air of sophistication and intellect about her unlike any of the women on Mandalore Vuur had seen, and yet she clearly was not a frail weakling. He first met her while dinning at a nearby restaurant. She waited on his table and he simply could not keep his eyes off her. She was however, secretly a force user, not that anyone on Mandalore was aware yet.
After visiting again and again, requesting she wait on his table every time, Vuur finally grew the courage to ask her out. In no time at all the pair grew inseparable, and the conflict that had occupied Vuur's thoughts for so long seemed a distant memory. Maris was his world now and he wanted nothing but to be with her. After months of dating, Maris finally confessed her previous relationship with the Jedi Council and the republic to Vuur, much to his shock. This was the most conflicted Vuur had ever been in his entire life. He had long been taught to fear and distrust force users, but at the same time this was the woman he loved. After taking a moment to think, Vuur responded that he did not care who she was, and told her he loved her with all his heart. He did inform her that his fellow Mandalorians might not feel the same way he did, and to keep her force powers a secret. Maris agreed.
To support his new family, Vuur begrudgingly turned to security work for a local merchant, protecting his shipments, taking only planetary jobs as to never be too far from home. The pay was low, but they lived well. Soon the pair found themselves baring children, two strong healthy boys, Delvin and Kurr. At Maris' request Vuur shorted the range of security jobs he would accept to only local, to help raise the two children they had. Much to his father's chagrin, Vuur did just that, but it was not only his father that was growing irritated with Vuur's new found love.
Vuur had known since nearly the beginning that Maris was a Jedi, or had once been, but the community did not find out until much later when Maris used her powers to save Kurr from a falling branch. This did not sit well with the community as tensions were already high between the Mandalorians and the Republic. First it was threats, only a few, sometimes letters, sometimes graffiti, but all of it was overall harmless. Then the vandalism started, speeders, windows, all smashed or broken occasionally. Vuur continued to tell Maris it was only stupid children, but when the attacks grew violent Vuur was too late.
One night after Vuur was returning late from a job, a small mob of disgruntled Mandalorian veterans began to approach the house. Inside the home was dark and Vuur assumed his family was all fast asleep as they normally were at this time. Just as the dutiful father reached the door he heard his name called out and turned. The mob was practically at his door, surrounding him brandishing all assortment of weapons. When diplomacy turned south, Vuur fought valiantly against the attackers, but they were simply too much for the inexperienced mercenary. They beat him senseless and left him to watch as they armed and threw enough thermal detonators into his home to level a building. As they stepped over him, Vuur crawled towards his house, struggling to scream to warn his family before their inevitable demise. He barely reached the front door when the house exploded, sending shrapnel and flame across the mandalorian. The last image Vuur had before his home erupted in flame was his sleepy child Delvin stepping out into the hall of their home to investigate the noise, only moments before the explosive at his feet cloaked him in flame. Vuur's body was flung from the house far into the street where he writhed in pain. That was the moment the person that once inhabited Vuur's body died, and was replaced by a souless, unfeeling, and mad monster known as Vurrr.
Were it not due to the timely arrival of the local doctor, and friend of Vuur's father, responding to the explosion, Vuur would have perished with his family. Vuur's body was destroyed by all accounts, his arms below the elbow were completely annihilated, his lungs were scarred from smoke inhalation, and a piece of shrapnel had torn straight through his chest, leaving him in need of constant life support. When the doctor came upon Vuur, he barely recognized him, but after starting to tend to him he realized who it was. Vuur's father had trained with the physician and they had been friends for quite a while, giving the doctor the drive to fix Vuur. The skilled doctor did his best, replacing Vuur's forearms with prosthetic ones, providing him with a oxygen filtration mask and giving him the best attention he could. It took weeks for Vuur to awaken, and when he did he found himself confined within a plasteel mask, hiding a face he no longer remembered. In his slumber, Vuur's mind shielded itself, no longer capable of handling the failure it felt for the death of his family. To protect itself, Vurrr was created, a psyche so focused on destruction, death and sadist that he could ignore the pain and suffering his mind succumbed to. The kindly physician then proceeded to solemnly inform him of his injuries and state of his body. The moment he heard the news Vurrr lifted his fists to the sky and let out a mad, psychotic roar mixed with laughter before turning to the doctor. The doctor then fearfully backed up a step and looked at Vuur before him, this was not the man he remembered. Slowly Vurrr looked over his body and let out another small maniacal chuckle before shifting his gaze to the good doctor and asking, "What... am... I?" in his new high pitched and mad tone as he looked over his numb feeling arms, "And... Why... can't I FEEL ANYTHING?!". The physician gulped and shook slightly before responding the best way he could imagine, "You're Mandalorian. Always will be." The physician then asked what happened, only for Vuur to tell him he could not remember, only that it hurt his brainy parts. The physician sighed and ordered Vurrr out of his office, and told him to go serve Mandalore. The physician was no psychologist, but he could tell whatever happened at his home, changed him, and staying around would not help him, and decided to try and get him as far from this place as he could, by signing him up for the military.
Vuur, gave the doctor every credit he had to his name, despite the doctor's opposition, and promised him he would not throw away the physicians kindness, although not quite in such polite words. His family gone, his mind and body broken, and his clan thinking him dead, Vuur turned to the only thing he knew. War, and he knew exactly how he would do it.. Fire. Vuur had never favored flame weaponry, but he was familiar with it like any other, it had ammo, a trigger, and you point it where you want things to die, a simple enough tool for a simple enough brain. With it he would make his pain, his enemy's to make his own go away. After a quick visit to the family armory and the local armor smith, Vurrr dawned his white hood and set out to settle the score but he was not sure why he liked white so much, only Vuur remembered that.
Vurrr then joined up with the warriors from his village, with a need to kill in his veins and a new mentality on life.
Password: Maris. (Not really sure what this is)
RP Sample: ~Great... Left to our own devices for a single moment and this is what you come up with for us to do?...~ The voice inside Vurrr's head groaned in his usual calm, stoic, logical tone as Vurrr sat and watched the pre-ignition flame dance at the end of his Oppressor Flamethrower. Vurrr did not respond to the voice however, as he was far to mesmerized with the movement of the fire in front of him. Like a child with a shiny object, Vurrr smiled slightly behind his mask, something about the flame was calming, as if it brought him back to a place where things made sense, and he actually felt something. Alas this peace did not last long as a pained moan slowly emanated from below Vurrr, snapping him out of his trance.
Slowly Vurrr turned his head to the figure below him that he happened to be sitting on. The poor fellow seemed to have suffered quite a few burns all over his body but remained alive, if only for the moment. "P-please..." came the weak whispering tone of the disfigured sith trooper. "Shush! Gahh, are you really so eager to DIE?!" Vurrr roared as he took his index finger and pushed the unfortunate trooper's head back down onto the ground. Vurrr then pushed himself up off of the body beneath him, using his hand on the man's head to hoist himself up, forcing a slight groan from the trooper. Slowly Vurrr stretched his arms out to his sides, inhaling deeply through his mask before hoisting his flamethrower up over his shoulder to scratch his back. As Vurrr cured the irritation on his back with his weapon rather crudely, he slowly took in the area around him.
The carnage was rather extreme, with corpses still spouting flames from gaping holes in there armor, and bulkheads bearing scorch marks more commonly than polished areas. Before Vurrr could admire the destruction further, another pained groan echoed from behind him as well as soft scraping noises. It appeared the trooper was attempting to flee, albeit at a painfully slow crawl. Vurrr slowly turned his upper body to look behind him, his fury at being interrupted would have been evident, were his face not entirely covered, but still his body language conveyed his displeasure enough. "Grrrrraaaah!" With a roar and a single swift motion Vurrr both drew his Vibroax and plunged the blade into the final survivor of his rampage.
Only a small yelp escaped the trooper's mouth before silence once again filled the room. Slowly Vurrr turned and sat down on top of the trooper, gently letting his elbow come to rest on the handle of his ax as it protruded from the corpse beneath him. Once again, Vurrr brought the pre-ignition flame of his flamethrower up in front of his mask and watched the flames dance with the subtle movements of the air through the room, letting a calming peace come over him once more. ~You could have just shot him...~ Traitor said calmly in an almost bored tone inside Vurrr's head. "That's no FUN!" Vurrr said before laughing in a high pitched tone for longer than a normal person would have at the funniest of jokes. ~Just remember... Your fun can never hurt the innocent.~ Traitor said sternly, only for Vurrr to growl angrily in response, his eyes still locked on the flame. "Vurrr rememberrrrs." The pyrotechnicly inclined warrior grumbled softly, like a subordinate might respond to an order he did not wish to follow.
~I will kill us both if you d-~ "I KNOW! I know, iknowiknowiknow... IKNOW!" Vurrr growled furiously interrupting the voice in his head as his hand gripped the handle of his ax, still lodged in the corpse, tightly, slowly pushing it deeper in his anger. ~Good...~ Traitor said calmly before adding, ~We should probably get going... more of them will be here soon~ But Vurrr made no move to stand, only commenting, "Let them, Vurrr needs more to shut you up." before slowly pulling his blade out of the corpse with a sickening crunch.
(This is more of a continuance of Maris' story, so it is a little on the short side. As with the other I am 100% positive this is riddled with flaws so please be kind!)
