Post by Lobo on Mar 2, 2015 19:55:35 GMT -5
Name: Tracyn Kar’ta
Race:Codru-Ji
Age: 23
Birthplace: Munto Codru
Allegiance: Mando’ade
Status: Gotabor (Mechanic/Engineer)
Rank: Verd (Soldier)
Height/Weight: 5’5”, 135lbs
Appearance:
Clothing Outline: Tracyn is rarely found in her armor when not in the field, preferring a pair cargo pants and tank top that are more often than not coated in grease stains. Armor has its place and it’s not in her garage. When in the forge she dresses in a similar manner, adding only an apron and gloves.
Outside her workshop and forge, she rarely changes her preferred way of dressing. She might throw on a clean top before leaving the garage, but that is pretty much the end of it. The only addition is a beaten worn black rancor hide jacket with green stripes running down the sleeves and a stylized hawk on the back that belonged to her older brother.
Tracyn likes her tech. This is shown in her custom light-powered beskar’gam. Nowhere near as heavy as other powered armors hers is meant to be light and affective. Black beskar weave underlays the heavier green plates. The helm fits snuggly to her head. Her upper arms are fully incased in beskar ending in two pauldron’s. One baring her clan’s emblem in gold, the other a mythosaur skull with the crack formed into a lightning bolt. Her lower set has only gauntlets.
Face Outline: Tracyn has a narrow face with strong cheek bones an a. Sharp planes make up her face giving her a somewhat feral look. Her ears tapper into sharp points that speak of keen hearing. They will occasionally twitch when a particularly sharp noise catches her ears. Hey hazel eyes peer out from beneath neat copper brows that math the color of her short cropped hair. Full lips often split into a somewhat feral smile revealing even sharp teeth.
Body Outline: Tall for a Codru-ji, Tracyn is of overage height for many other humanoid species. Her body is kept in peek fighting condition. Her arms ripple with motion, all four of them. Her core is taught and sports an impressive six pack. Her figure is slender, with a small bust and somewhat narrow hips. Tracyn likes to say she was built for speed, not looks.
Physical Build: Lean and Mean
Personality:
Tracyn is a Mando, pure and simple. She has that no nonsense attitude that screams to everyone around her that she doesn’t like to put up with nonsense. That isn’t to say she doesn’t enjoy a good joke or prank, but petty BS simply pisses her off. It’s bad enough to smell it, worse to hear it in her book. Peeking her ire will lead to something that is a bit of a sight to see. Many men dread seeing a woman with hands on hips or crossed over her chest. She can and will do both, lower arms on hips, upper arms crossed under her breast.
Aside from gaining her ire she loves a good bawdy joke and isn’t above flinging out a few of her own. Her temper isn’t exactly quick, but nor is it slow. An even temperament is what most would call it. She calls it being patient from dealing with idiots. It’s why she likes droids so much, aside from the occasional mouthy astromech and let’s be honest there are nothing but mouthy astromech’s.
Tracyn loves to fly. At times wishing she had been born with wings instead of a second set of arms, but meh she deals with it. There is a freedom in flight, not being restricted by e pesky restrictions of being on terra firma. Flying on the back of her Basilisk War Droid is her favorite way to do so, but her jetpack comes in a close second.
Ships/Vehicles:
Equipment:
Stats:
Strength - Average
Agility - Average
Intelligence – Above Average
Charisma - Average
Combat Training:
If its broke: Jayne has spent a lot of time fixing up old broken down things. It is something she is good at. Broken down droids, ships and speeders are her constant companions. They don’t argue or talk back…except the astromech droids.
Calling Ground Control Tracyn is an experienced pilot, if a bit young and brash. She learned on her father’s old tandem fighter and later on a transport. She loves the feel or weightlessness and freedom that flying gives her, be it in atmosphere or within the void of space. In the past two years she started training on a Basilisk War Droids after repairing a broken down one she found one in her father’s junkyard.
Fisticuffs and Firefights: As with all Mando’ade she has been trained in the arts of war. Be it swinging a beskad, shooting a blaster or just plain busting someone in the chops. She certainly isn’t the best at this, but she is not worst. Jayne is more than capable of holding up her end in a fire fight.
Here comes the boom: Tracyn has a likes things that go boom. While primarily a pilot and mechanic she has a fascination with explosions. As such she has a working knowledge of some of the most basic explosives that are used. She had a tendency while young to blow up crap droids and busted speeders that were completely FUBAR. On more than one occasion she dropped cherry bombs into the school toilets, not that she would admit to this.
Other Training:
Which hand is it? Tracyn is multi-dexterous, able to do with all hands what she can do with one. This comes in handy for her in many cases, from piloting her ship, to zooming around on her jetpack and shooting at the same time.
Making a Ruckus: Like many of Clan Kar'ta, Jayne knows her way around a forge. By no means is a master smith, Tracyn still more than capable of recasting parts for armor. She most often forges beskads of good quality. Aside from fixing up busted droids it is one of her primary forms of income.
Beep squee arooo!!! Tracyn has the somewhat uncommon ability to understand droids such as astromech’s. Their beep, booping and whistling makes perfect sense to her well trained ear.
Biography:
Alright, let’s see, where to start. Well obviously the beginning, but let us go a little bit beyond that. There is always something that comes before what most conceive as the beginning. Let’s start with my parents. They were taken from their people’s homeworld, Munto Codru when they were nothing more than children. Children as they understood it, but not was we do. They were stolen by pirates, thinking that the wyrwulves were nothing more than pets. They are an odd sort the Codru-ji. When they are born they look like, well…dogs, six legged dogs but dogs none the less. These pirates didn’t know this. So they took these animals with them when they left after filling their ship with a number of rare woods and the like from the Codru-ji homeworld.
The next stop for the traders, well call them Fill and Fin, I don’t really know their names anyways. They came to the Mandalorian world of Mandalore where they sold off a number of their goods, including the wyrwulf pups, who by the way knew they weren’t dogs at all, but sentient beings. Well they, Fill and Fin sold the pups. They were sold to two cousins of Clan Kar’ta. Jasper and Kad. Well Cadbur, the male and, Atin, the female wyrwulf were frightened of course, it is understandable. At almost eight standard years of age, Cadbur the eldest with Atin being a few months younger had been taken away from their homes were they were understood!! Where they were known to be well…People, and now they were treated as animals.
They understood abductions, it was an accepted thing in their culture. They knew this, they were near to coming of age, but we will get to that momentarily. Deciding to behave for the time, they were still, stubborn. They refused to play fetch, entirely, looking at the cousins like they were idiots which earned them no end of jokes from their clansmen. They also would open doors…without training. As I understand it the looks on the faces of Jasper and Kad were amusing. At first my grandparents had to use commands in basic, but in time my parents learned to understand Mando’a. It is impossible for us to speak any language while still wyrwulves.
In time my mother entered puberty where my species seals itself in a cocoon and in a couple weeks go from looking like six legged dogs into humanoids with four arms. Yes I know my mother was six months younger but everyone knows that girls mature faster than boys. It’s a fact, look it up. Well, my father Cadbur went into his chrysalis a week later. Now there were two of these cocoon things. Not knowing what else to do they asked a vet to come over and after some test they were told both were alive and well, changing.
Well in the middle of the night my Ba’buir Kad and his wife Jayna woke up to the sound of something breaking and they got out of their bed, blasters in hand and went to investigate. As they entered the kitchen they were expecting to see a thief, or even some small critter that had somehow gotten in. Instead they were greeted with the sight of a very naked adolescent female with four arms who growled and snarled at them. Needless to say they were more than a little shocked to realize the ‘dog’ Kad had purchased was a well, not a dog. He rushed to find something for her to cover herself with and while Nayna called Jasper, telling him to get the frack over there with that protocol droid he had just gotten fixed up. Well, long story short it was found out who she and my father were, and what they were. Surprisingly my mother Atin was able to speak using some Mando’a. Wrapped in a blanket, she told them everything she remembered. She and my father were orphans, their clan attacked by pirates, their parents killed. It also came out that they were not related, except by clan.
So, with nowhere else to go, my parents were adopted into the culture, my father becoming a top notch pilot, my mother one hell of a mechanic. I won’t bore you with more about them, it’s time to get to me anyways. I was born twenty four standard years ago. I was a rambunctious wyrwulf. Constantly nipping and biting people. I could be friendly, often licking people’s hands and even their faces. What? I count talk except in barks, yips and growls and only my parents could understand me. So I would sometimes bite people to get their attention. That stopped around the time I was ten when my Ba’buir and mother built me a custom collar that contained a translation unit. Alright, I still bit people, but only when they irritated me.
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Race:Codru-Ji
Age: 23
Birthplace: Munto Codru
Allegiance: Mando’ade
Status: Gotabor (Mechanic/Engineer)
Rank: Verd (Soldier)
Height/Weight: 5’5”, 135lbs
Appearance:
Clothing Outline: Tracyn is rarely found in her armor when not in the field, preferring a pair cargo pants and tank top that are more often than not coated in grease stains. Armor has its place and it’s not in her garage. When in the forge she dresses in a similar manner, adding only an apron and gloves.
Outside her workshop and forge, she rarely changes her preferred way of dressing. She might throw on a clean top before leaving the garage, but that is pretty much the end of it. The only addition is a beaten worn black rancor hide jacket with green stripes running down the sleeves and a stylized hawk on the back that belonged to her older brother.
Tracyn likes her tech. This is shown in her custom light-powered beskar’gam. Nowhere near as heavy as other powered armors hers is meant to be light and affective. Black beskar weave underlays the heavier green plates. The helm fits snuggly to her head. Her upper arms are fully incased in beskar ending in two pauldron’s. One baring her clan’s emblem in gold, the other a mythosaur skull with the crack formed into a lightning bolt. Her lower set has only gauntlets.
Face Outline: Tracyn has a narrow face with strong cheek bones an a. Sharp planes make up her face giving her a somewhat feral look. Her ears tapper into sharp points that speak of keen hearing. They will occasionally twitch when a particularly sharp noise catches her ears. Hey hazel eyes peer out from beneath neat copper brows that math the color of her short cropped hair. Full lips often split into a somewhat feral smile revealing even sharp teeth.
Body Outline: Tall for a Codru-ji, Tracyn is of overage height for many other humanoid species. Her body is kept in peek fighting condition. Her arms ripple with motion, all four of them. Her core is taught and sports an impressive six pack. Her figure is slender, with a small bust and somewhat narrow hips. Tracyn likes to say she was built for speed, not looks.
Physical Build: Lean and Mean
Personality:
Tracyn is a Mando, pure and simple. She has that no nonsense attitude that screams to everyone around her that she doesn’t like to put up with nonsense. That isn’t to say she doesn’t enjoy a good joke or prank, but petty BS simply pisses her off. It’s bad enough to smell it, worse to hear it in her book. Peeking her ire will lead to something that is a bit of a sight to see. Many men dread seeing a woman with hands on hips or crossed over her chest. She can and will do both, lower arms on hips, upper arms crossed under her breast.
Aside from gaining her ire she loves a good bawdy joke and isn’t above flinging out a few of her own. Her temper isn’t exactly quick, but nor is it slow. An even temperament is what most would call it. She calls it being patient from dealing with idiots. It’s why she likes droids so much, aside from the occasional mouthy astromech and let’s be honest there are nothing but mouthy astromech’s.
Tracyn loves to fly. At times wishing she had been born with wings instead of a second set of arms, but meh she deals with it. There is a freedom in flight, not being restricted by e pesky restrictions of being on terra firma. Flying on the back of her Basilisk War Droid is her favorite way to do so, but her jetpack comes in a close second.
Ships/Vehicles:
Equipment:
Stats:
Strength - Average
Agility - Average
Intelligence – Above Average
Charisma - Average
Combat Training:
If its broke: Jayne has spent a lot of time fixing up old broken down things. It is something she is good at. Broken down droids, ships and speeders are her constant companions. They don’t argue or talk back…except the astromech droids.
Calling Ground Control Tracyn is an experienced pilot, if a bit young and brash. She learned on her father’s old tandem fighter and later on a transport. She loves the feel or weightlessness and freedom that flying gives her, be it in atmosphere or within the void of space. In the past two years she started training on a Basilisk War Droids after repairing a broken down one she found one in her father’s junkyard.
Fisticuffs and Firefights: As with all Mando’ade she has been trained in the arts of war. Be it swinging a beskad, shooting a blaster or just plain busting someone in the chops. She certainly isn’t the best at this, but she is not worst. Jayne is more than capable of holding up her end in a fire fight.
Here comes the boom: Tracyn has a likes things that go boom. While primarily a pilot and mechanic she has a fascination with explosions. As such she has a working knowledge of some of the most basic explosives that are used. She had a tendency while young to blow up crap droids and busted speeders that were completely FUBAR. On more than one occasion she dropped cherry bombs into the school toilets, not that she would admit to this.
Other Training:
Which hand is it? Tracyn is multi-dexterous, able to do with all hands what she can do with one. This comes in handy for her in many cases, from piloting her ship, to zooming around on her jetpack and shooting at the same time.
Making a Ruckus: Like many of Clan Kar'ta, Jayne knows her way around a forge. By no means is a master smith, Tracyn still more than capable of recasting parts for armor. She most often forges beskads of good quality. Aside from fixing up busted droids it is one of her primary forms of income.
Beep squee arooo!!! Tracyn has the somewhat uncommon ability to understand droids such as astromech’s. Their beep, booping and whistling makes perfect sense to her well trained ear.
Biography:
Alright, let’s see, where to start. Well obviously the beginning, but let us go a little bit beyond that. There is always something that comes before what most conceive as the beginning. Let’s start with my parents. They were taken from their people’s homeworld, Munto Codru when they were nothing more than children. Children as they understood it, but not was we do. They were stolen by pirates, thinking that the wyrwulves were nothing more than pets. They are an odd sort the Codru-ji. When they are born they look like, well…dogs, six legged dogs but dogs none the less. These pirates didn’t know this. So they took these animals with them when they left after filling their ship with a number of rare woods and the like from the Codru-ji homeworld.
The next stop for the traders, well call them Fill and Fin, I don’t really know their names anyways. They came to the Mandalorian world of Mandalore where they sold off a number of their goods, including the wyrwulf pups, who by the way knew they weren’t dogs at all, but sentient beings. Well they, Fill and Fin sold the pups. They were sold to two cousins of Clan Kar’ta. Jasper and Kad. Well Cadbur, the male and, Atin, the female wyrwulf were frightened of course, it is understandable. At almost eight standard years of age, Cadbur the eldest with Atin being a few months younger had been taken away from their homes were they were understood!! Where they were known to be well…People, and now they were treated as animals.
They understood abductions, it was an accepted thing in their culture. They knew this, they were near to coming of age, but we will get to that momentarily. Deciding to behave for the time, they were still, stubborn. They refused to play fetch, entirely, looking at the cousins like they were idiots which earned them no end of jokes from their clansmen. They also would open doors…without training. As I understand it the looks on the faces of Jasper and Kad were amusing. At first my grandparents had to use commands in basic, but in time my parents learned to understand Mando’a. It is impossible for us to speak any language while still wyrwulves.
In time my mother entered puberty where my species seals itself in a cocoon and in a couple weeks go from looking like six legged dogs into humanoids with four arms. Yes I know my mother was six months younger but everyone knows that girls mature faster than boys. It’s a fact, look it up. Well, my father Cadbur went into his chrysalis a week later. Now there were two of these cocoon things. Not knowing what else to do they asked a vet to come over and after some test they were told both were alive and well, changing.
Well in the middle of the night my Ba’buir Kad and his wife Jayna woke up to the sound of something breaking and they got out of their bed, blasters in hand and went to investigate. As they entered the kitchen they were expecting to see a thief, or even some small critter that had somehow gotten in. Instead they were greeted with the sight of a very naked adolescent female with four arms who growled and snarled at them. Needless to say they were more than a little shocked to realize the ‘dog’ Kad had purchased was a well, not a dog. He rushed to find something for her to cover herself with and while Nayna called Jasper, telling him to get the frack over there with that protocol droid he had just gotten fixed up. Well, long story short it was found out who she and my father were, and what they were. Surprisingly my mother Atin was able to speak using some Mando’a. Wrapped in a blanket, she told them everything she remembered. She and my father were orphans, their clan attacked by pirates, their parents killed. It also came out that they were not related, except by clan.
So, with nowhere else to go, my parents were adopted into the culture, my father becoming a top notch pilot, my mother one hell of a mechanic. I won’t bore you with more about them, it’s time to get to me anyways. I was born twenty four standard years ago. I was a rambunctious wyrwulf. Constantly nipping and biting people. I could be friendly, often licking people’s hands and even their faces. What? I count talk except in barks, yips and growls and only my parents could understand me. So I would sometimes bite people to get their attention. That stopped around the time I was ten when my Ba’buir and mother built me a custom collar that contained a translation unit. Alright, I still bit people, but only when they irritated me.
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