Post by duro42 on Dec 18, 2015 21:56:17 GMT -5
Hello all:
Name: M’är (pronounced m’Air)
Race: Duros
Age: *(Of age)*
Birthplace: Myyrk (Force Negating Salamander Planet)
Allegiance: Republic
Status: minor royalty
Rank: Midshipman (candidate) he has had some military training, of that you are sure of, but where…
Height/Weight: Just under 3 meters, about 120 kilograms
Appearance: Most Duros are tall and thin, and are coloring of the Good (clean) Sky… but M’är is an oddity. Nemodians, a related species, though most don’t want to announce that, are black with deep purple veins. He is black with gold veins, the same gold as his eyes. Clearly marking him as of Royalty from both sub-species...
Personality: He seems oddly uncomfortable, like he’s barely hanging onto reality, when he’s not in his fighter. When he’s in it, he seems to be a natural and for a Duros, who have been the First Star Pilots in the Galaxy over 100,000 years, he’s more natural then most Duros Pilots are. Even odder still, he can link with his DNC and slowly get acquainted with pervious pilots and their actions...
Ships/Vehicles: Duros (Archaic Star Fighter ‘Death Wing’ – looks sort of like a Star Saber, though it does have some oddities) What people don’t realize is his people’s older models are actually better than most standard modern vehicles, well at least in space. His helmet and his Starfighter are sporting Republic symbols, on his chest plate is an odd symbol, it is a minor house of the Duros Royalty, most protocol droids won’t understand it, it’s glyph... Those oddities are enhanced maneuvering thrusters, and a pair of windows behind the pilot that are in odd shapes. Even more peculiar is the Duros didn’t try to hide their tech, though most wouldn’t recognize it as Duros tech. They had learned to use other people’s tech, and sometimes they would experiment but only on certain vehicles.
Equipment: His tools are all hand made, and more, he has a light exoskeleton with his space G -suit, full plumbing connections. He has a GOLD colored light saber, and his weapons include an Ion Pistol, a couple of holdout blasters, a chemical burner slug thrower, a railgun pistol, a dozen different knives and throwing stars, he also has a custom made survival kit and the Ion pistol has an ascension gun attachment. Odd thing about his pistol belt. It looks a bit odd. People rarely see those, it’s called a Gravity Collar. It reduces the weight of the wearer. So if one needed one can pull a body or missile with minimal effort. It reduced the wearer, say an injured individual, to be dragged easier then without it. Typically found in some alien emergency survival kits. He even had a couple of what looked like clubs.
The exoskeleton is armored but it has no internal weapons. It is designed specifically as a G-suit, enabling him to withstand greater G-forces without killing him. To a human, 9+ gees is fatal, with a similar suit, one could barely handle 11+ gees easily but for only a limited duration. As a Duros, he can handle a bit more. And it does have a built-in space thruster set, designed to be a suit operating in deep space or exterior ship repairs. The exoskeleton is black and each piece is chased with what looks like gold around the edges. The Starfighter is like his suit, it has the same coloring. And magnetic boots for exterior work.
Stats:
Strength – Average Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Above Average Charisma - Below Average
Perception - Above Average Mechanical - Average
Technicial – Above Average
Force Stats:
Telekinetic- Unknown* Telepathic-Above Average
Body- Unknown* Sense-Above Average
Protection-Unknown* Healing-Unknown*
Destruction-Unknown* (He’s had no formal training in those (*) areas.)
Combat Training: Duros: Sword and Pistol Kata (Adept), Star Fighter Pilot (Above Average)
Force Training: Force Pilot (+2D on Character Creation), telepathy (Above Average), Sense (Above Average)
Other Training: Duros: Star Pilot (+2D on Character Creation), Perception (+2D upon Character Creation.) This comes from where he was born. Everything on that world wanted to eat him, he learned to live, one needed to be aware of one’s surroundings. He is remarkably good with his hands. If it flies whether in space or in the air, he can repair it, may take longer than others but no one can doubt his competency. He’s also good at small arms repair and building, but all other stuff, he’s sadly untrained or barely trained in. But if on a planet or moon he can track well enough to find whoever has crashed or fled the scene.
Lightsaber Training: (Adept *Specialist)
Duros: Sword and Pistol Kata (GOLD color lightsaber marking him a member of the Force Pilots of Duros…)
Biography: He was raised by his mother’s security chief, she was a Clan leader, and her husband was from another clan and also a leader. When she realized he was force sensitive, she knew her enemies were growing powerful and numerous and hide him on the planet: Myyrk, which she knew from the Duros Merchant Guilds files, it was a Force Negating system. They could not realize he was there. He was raised in a junkyard. Many mistake him for Nemodian, even there on Myyrk. No one questioned why he was there, they all thought it was some enclave for the Trade Federation. That junkyard had been in his mother’s family for over 1000 years. In fact, his entire clan knows of it, and does know about why all of the clan’s potential leaders are trained there since they could crawl. Most are born there. Every Clan on Duros has an off-world nursery. So as all the eggs are not in the same basket…
Extra Information: The Duros have been the first Star Pilots in the Galaxy, even predating the Sith and Jedi conflicts 10,000 years ago and the latter. He speaks Ancient Duros, since it is also Ancient Nemodian. He speaks as well Archaic Duros, one might say he speaks that first then formal (Ancient) as well as Common. Most protocol droids don’t understand him when he speaks Ancient Duros. Astrodroids, however, do and they well they like speaking to him. He does as well speak Nemodian. And one can tell he personally maintains his ship. His ship’s computer is actually a Duros Nav Computer (DNC), reformatted to be the ship’s maneuvering computer, and this DNC is force sensitive as well. The Astrodroid located in it, has been updated using the DNC and it too is force sensitive. The DNC is a living crystal, being force sensitive, it can handle millions of calculations per second needed for that or handle the starship’s computer needs handily.
One could call the Jedi ‘a religion’. He has his own religion, space, he lives there all others are posers. He owns the space, here he is lord. All other places, they own, but he lives there. Here he is the Lord. His job with the unit is to bloody himself, to in human parlence, to smell the smoke. He might see another Force Pilot of the Duros people maybe twice in his lifetime. Rarely do they move in the same circles, in fact, unless Duros is attacked, one never sees the entire order.
Roleplay Sample:
The Ship’s Captain noticed the incoming Starfighter was casting an odd IFF beacon code. He actually had to look it up. Code D1-9-91-A1 and he looked closer to the screen. “Used by those who have been trained by the Duros, meaning they are here to be your replacement pilot.”
The Tactical Officer was on duty and he looked at the ship incoming. He blinked, the sensors were reporting it was either a thousand year old Duros star fighter or it was a Star Saber, it had trouble figuring out what it was.
“Computer doesn’t know if it’s an old Duros star fighter or a Star Saber, Skipper.”
“Since it’s is squawking an old Duros code…”
“Don’t we have a Duros in Engineering?”
“I believe we do.” He pressed a button on his chair and spoke carefully. “Engineer, Skipper here. Can I get our Duros up here. We need to chat.”
Duros ‘Tax’ looked at the tactical image and he shifted it’s controls. It suddenly zoomed in on the upper cockpit and it highlighted a section, the computer now reads it as an older Duros fighter. What could be seen highlighted looked like pair of odd windows, it was shaped in an odd patterns. One was the Duros ‘Royalty’ symbol, the other meant ‘Republic’. (Translated from Duros into Common.) ‘Speak’.
(Archaic Duros): “finally someone who talks properly. What G-Hal clan?”
“Yes, I am. Not many can identify that from…”
(Archaic Duros): “M’är, star pilot midshipman”
“Where the hell did you find a Death Wing class…”
(Archaic Duros): “If you know where to look, one can find it. Can you translate something for me?”
“Oh?”
“What language is he using, Tax?” Replied the Skipper
“Archaic Duros…”
“I don’t understand…”
“We only train ‘ourselves’ in matters of space travel, we do however do work for other races when it comes to building and repairing, but we never train anyone but our own people to fight in space. All our people only use Archaic Duros or Ancient Duros for our pilots, we don’t use modern Duros unless we know the people, and then if other species are available in Common. We rarely speak Duros, unless alone. We only train our own people in star piloting and space fighting we do not train other species, it avoids misunderstands.”
The Starfighter landed in the assigned space and the canopy moved. A tall being, almost 3 meters tall in an odd suit, slipped out with a hand on the side of the cockpit, in what looked like a modified jump on a ‘gymnastic horse’. He landed and he turned his head slowly. He relaxed a hand on his belt and he looked at the others present. The Duros Engineer walked up before the others and the one in the odd suit, removed his helmet. There was a couple of Nemodians as supply personnel and they tapped each other. The Duros Engineer bowed formally. “Bana Weep Grana Weep Nin’E’baum?”
“Greeting to you as well, Engineer.” He pulled out a small box and extended him a small piece of gum. The one who looked black with gold veins turned to the Nemodians and also bowed to them.
The Duros started to chew and smiled, it had been a while since he had a proper piece of gum. “M’är, this is the skipper.”
“Skipper, Midshipman M’är.”
“Midshipman?”
“Officer Candidate. I hope I translated it properly. He is of royalty. I can’t explain more.”
The Duros Engineer ‘Tax’ looked over, he saw the pilot cadet had walk in and he shifted, he was in the Engineering area, and the younger one came to attention. “Sir, do you need some help?” (In Common)
1753 words
M’är of ‘Duros’
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Name: M’är (pronounced m’Air)
Race: Duros
Age: *(Of age)*
Birthplace: Myyrk (Force Negating Salamander Planet)
Allegiance: Republic
Status: minor royalty
Rank: Midshipman (candidate) he has had some military training, of that you are sure of, but where…
Height/Weight: Just under 3 meters, about 120 kilograms
Appearance: Most Duros are tall and thin, and are coloring of the Good (clean) Sky… but M’är is an oddity. Nemodians, a related species, though most don’t want to announce that, are black with deep purple veins. He is black with gold veins, the same gold as his eyes. Clearly marking him as of Royalty from both sub-species...
Personality: He seems oddly uncomfortable, like he’s barely hanging onto reality, when he’s not in his fighter. When he’s in it, he seems to be a natural and for a Duros, who have been the First Star Pilots in the Galaxy over 100,000 years, he’s more natural then most Duros Pilots are. Even odder still, he can link with his DNC and slowly get acquainted with pervious pilots and their actions...
Ships/Vehicles: Duros (Archaic Star Fighter ‘Death Wing’ – looks sort of like a Star Saber, though it does have some oddities) What people don’t realize is his people’s older models are actually better than most standard modern vehicles, well at least in space. His helmet and his Starfighter are sporting Republic symbols, on his chest plate is an odd symbol, it is a minor house of the Duros Royalty, most protocol droids won’t understand it, it’s glyph... Those oddities are enhanced maneuvering thrusters, and a pair of windows behind the pilot that are in odd shapes. Even more peculiar is the Duros didn’t try to hide their tech, though most wouldn’t recognize it as Duros tech. They had learned to use other people’s tech, and sometimes they would experiment but only on certain vehicles.
Equipment: His tools are all hand made, and more, he has a light exoskeleton with his space G -suit, full plumbing connections. He has a GOLD colored light saber, and his weapons include an Ion Pistol, a couple of holdout blasters, a chemical burner slug thrower, a railgun pistol, a dozen different knives and throwing stars, he also has a custom made survival kit and the Ion pistol has an ascension gun attachment. Odd thing about his pistol belt. It looks a bit odd. People rarely see those, it’s called a Gravity Collar. It reduces the weight of the wearer. So if one needed one can pull a body or missile with minimal effort. It reduced the wearer, say an injured individual, to be dragged easier then without it. Typically found in some alien emergency survival kits. He even had a couple of what looked like clubs.
The exoskeleton is armored but it has no internal weapons. It is designed specifically as a G-suit, enabling him to withstand greater G-forces without killing him. To a human, 9+ gees is fatal, with a similar suit, one could barely handle 11+ gees easily but for only a limited duration. As a Duros, he can handle a bit more. And it does have a built-in space thruster set, designed to be a suit operating in deep space or exterior ship repairs. The exoskeleton is black and each piece is chased with what looks like gold around the edges. The Starfighter is like his suit, it has the same coloring. And magnetic boots for exterior work.
Stats:
Strength – Average Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Above Average Charisma - Below Average
Perception - Above Average Mechanical - Average
Technicial – Above Average
Force Stats:
Telekinetic- Unknown* Telepathic-Above Average
Body- Unknown* Sense-Above Average
Protection-Unknown* Healing-Unknown*
Destruction-Unknown* (He’s had no formal training in those (*) areas.)
Combat Training: Duros: Sword and Pistol Kata (Adept), Star Fighter Pilot (Above Average)
Force Training: Force Pilot (+2D on Character Creation), telepathy (Above Average), Sense (Above Average)
Other Training: Duros: Star Pilot (+2D on Character Creation), Perception (+2D upon Character Creation.) This comes from where he was born. Everything on that world wanted to eat him, he learned to live, one needed to be aware of one’s surroundings. He is remarkably good with his hands. If it flies whether in space or in the air, he can repair it, may take longer than others but no one can doubt his competency. He’s also good at small arms repair and building, but all other stuff, he’s sadly untrained or barely trained in. But if on a planet or moon he can track well enough to find whoever has crashed or fled the scene.
Lightsaber Training: (Adept *Specialist)
Duros: Sword and Pistol Kata (GOLD color lightsaber marking him a member of the Force Pilots of Duros…)
Biography: He was raised by his mother’s security chief, she was a Clan leader, and her husband was from another clan and also a leader. When she realized he was force sensitive, she knew her enemies were growing powerful and numerous and hide him on the planet: Myyrk, which she knew from the Duros Merchant Guilds files, it was a Force Negating system. They could not realize he was there. He was raised in a junkyard. Many mistake him for Nemodian, even there on Myyrk. No one questioned why he was there, they all thought it was some enclave for the Trade Federation. That junkyard had been in his mother’s family for over 1000 years. In fact, his entire clan knows of it, and does know about why all of the clan’s potential leaders are trained there since they could crawl. Most are born there. Every Clan on Duros has an off-world nursery. So as all the eggs are not in the same basket…
Extra Information: The Duros have been the first Star Pilots in the Galaxy, even predating the Sith and Jedi conflicts 10,000 years ago and the latter. He speaks Ancient Duros, since it is also Ancient Nemodian. He speaks as well Archaic Duros, one might say he speaks that first then formal (Ancient) as well as Common. Most protocol droids don’t understand him when he speaks Ancient Duros. Astrodroids, however, do and they well they like speaking to him. He does as well speak Nemodian. And one can tell he personally maintains his ship. His ship’s computer is actually a Duros Nav Computer (DNC), reformatted to be the ship’s maneuvering computer, and this DNC is force sensitive as well. The Astrodroid located in it, has been updated using the DNC and it too is force sensitive. The DNC is a living crystal, being force sensitive, it can handle millions of calculations per second needed for that or handle the starship’s computer needs handily.
One could call the Jedi ‘a religion’. He has his own religion, space, he lives there all others are posers. He owns the space, here he is lord. All other places, they own, but he lives there. Here he is the Lord. His job with the unit is to bloody himself, to in human parlence, to smell the smoke. He might see another Force Pilot of the Duros people maybe twice in his lifetime. Rarely do they move in the same circles, in fact, unless Duros is attacked, one never sees the entire order.
Roleplay Sample:
The Ship’s Captain noticed the incoming Starfighter was casting an odd IFF beacon code. He actually had to look it up. Code D1-9-91-A1 and he looked closer to the screen. “Used by those who have been trained by the Duros, meaning they are here to be your replacement pilot.”
The Tactical Officer was on duty and he looked at the ship incoming. He blinked, the sensors were reporting it was either a thousand year old Duros star fighter or it was a Star Saber, it had trouble figuring out what it was.
“Computer doesn’t know if it’s an old Duros star fighter or a Star Saber, Skipper.”
“Since it’s is squawking an old Duros code…”
“Don’t we have a Duros in Engineering?”
“I believe we do.” He pressed a button on his chair and spoke carefully. “Engineer, Skipper here. Can I get our Duros up here. We need to chat.”
Duros ‘Tax’ looked at the tactical image and he shifted it’s controls. It suddenly zoomed in on the upper cockpit and it highlighted a section, the computer now reads it as an older Duros fighter. What could be seen highlighted looked like pair of odd windows, it was shaped in an odd patterns. One was the Duros ‘Royalty’ symbol, the other meant ‘Republic’. (Translated from Duros into Common.) ‘Speak’.
(Archaic Duros): “finally someone who talks properly. What G-Hal clan?”
“Yes, I am. Not many can identify that from…”
(Archaic Duros): “M’är, star pilot midshipman”
“Where the hell did you find a Death Wing class…”
(Archaic Duros): “If you know where to look, one can find it. Can you translate something for me?”
“Oh?”
“What language is he using, Tax?” Replied the Skipper
“Archaic Duros…”
“I don’t understand…”
“We only train ‘ourselves’ in matters of space travel, we do however do work for other races when it comes to building and repairing, but we never train anyone but our own people to fight in space. All our people only use Archaic Duros or Ancient Duros for our pilots, we don’t use modern Duros unless we know the people, and then if other species are available in Common. We rarely speak Duros, unless alone. We only train our own people in star piloting and space fighting we do not train other species, it avoids misunderstands.”
The Starfighter landed in the assigned space and the canopy moved. A tall being, almost 3 meters tall in an odd suit, slipped out with a hand on the side of the cockpit, in what looked like a modified jump on a ‘gymnastic horse’. He landed and he turned his head slowly. He relaxed a hand on his belt and he looked at the others present. The Duros Engineer walked up before the others and the one in the odd suit, removed his helmet. There was a couple of Nemodians as supply personnel and they tapped each other. The Duros Engineer bowed formally. “Bana Weep Grana Weep Nin’E’baum?”
“Greeting to you as well, Engineer.” He pulled out a small box and extended him a small piece of gum. The one who looked black with gold veins turned to the Nemodians and also bowed to them.
The Duros started to chew and smiled, it had been a while since he had a proper piece of gum. “M’är, this is the skipper.”
“Skipper, Midshipman M’är.”
“Midshipman?”
“Officer Candidate. I hope I translated it properly. He is of royalty. I can’t explain more.”
The Duros Engineer ‘Tax’ looked over, he saw the pilot cadet had walk in and he shifted, he was in the Engineering area, and the younger one came to attention. “Sir, do you need some help?” (In Common)
1753 words
M’är of ‘Duros’
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