Post by Vorir Gah'Kurs on Jan 22, 2016 11:06:22 GMT -5
Name: Vorir Gah’Kurs
Race: Human, Mandalorian
Age: 37
Birthplace: Mandalore
Allegiance: Mandalorian
Status: Bounty Hunter/Beskar Forge Master
Rank: Captain
Height/Weight: 1.85m, 81kgs
Appearance: A typical human by most Core World standards with an average build and swagger of a man without stress weighing him down. Emerald green eyes streaked with sapphire blue hues contrast his lightly tanned complexion with a short brown hair and his well-kept beard that is his prized feature. When not armoured up in his Grandfathers beskar’gam, one can find him wearing his jumpsuit on Mandalore at his workshop in the Northern Regions passed Enceri. His true work comes from building armour for those in need of upgrades or full suits and applies his trade with a passion. He’s physically fit for an armour smith and in his younger days worked as a bounty hunter and maintained his daily work out routine even during combat operations. His skin is tattooed with Mandalorian runes and the fearsome mythosaur upon his back with the crest of his family centered over his heart. An aggressive scar across his left cheek that trails up over his eye was from a run in with a Jedi whose lightsaber he keeps on his belt as a trophy.
Personality: A charismatic individual who cares for his family and friends and causes what few enemies he has to fear him. He’s a dedicated buir and honourable individual who does what’s right for those around him and takes in orphans when he possible can. Attentive to detail and his craft, very little escapes his gaze when pressed into a situation.
Ships/Vehicles: Modified Sith Fury Interceptor, Buirk'alor-class airspeeder
Equipment: Mandalorian Beskar’gam, Custom AE-88 Kinetic Rifle, AE-09 blaster pistol, throwing knives, forging tools.
Stats:
Strength – Above Average
Agility – Above Average
Intelligence - Average
Charisma – Above Average
Combat Training: Vibroblades, Blasters, Demolition, CQ Combat
Other Training: Forgesmith, Repair and Maintenance, Piloting.
Biography: Vorir was a clan member raised in the Northern Hemisphere of Mandalore and was trained by his grandfather Saiphin to become a Forge Smith. He toiled for years creating elaborate tools and armour plating much like his Grandfather until he turned 16 and went to apply his trade on his own. He secured a ship, an older model Fury Interceptor from a scrap yard and fixed her up. He travelled the galaxy for years and learned new skills and re-enforced old ones. He found his cyar’ika after a rescue operation and was given two sons to train. With her, Vorir took on bounty hunter missions and learned about his heritage and all the while gained contacts within the Inner Core worlds and on the Outer Realm. Saiphin passed away when Vorir was 22 and he returned with his sons to continue the Forge business. It was at age 26 that Vorir’s wife was killed and it was most difficult for his sons who had never felt loss like that. He coaxed them through the pain, re-enforcing the Mandalorian heritage in them and eventually they recovered. When Vorir was satisfied they’d be fine on their own he piloted to the Inner Core, tracked down the commander of the ship that killed his wife and murdered him with ruthless efficiency. He systematically eliminated the entire crew under the cover of darkness over months of careful planning and observation. He spared the families of the crew because they had no part in the actions against his wife. Once completed, he returned to Mandalore and has been living a simple life every since.
Roleplay Sample: It had been a heavy night at the bar in Enceri the night previous as Vorir struggled to rise in his yaim. Securing two additional orders for Beskar’gam had topped off his account to a pleasant level again and he had celebrated with his sons with a lavish outing to the small town. He rolled onto the floor of his room and dragged himself to the fresher with the grace of a man dehydrated after a few too many bottles of tihaal.
Standing on shaky legs he dunked his head into the cold water pooled in the wide mouth basin of the sink and shook out the brief hours of sleep from his body. He pulled back with a deep breath as water dripped down his face and he grabbed a towel before he dried himself off. He made his way to the kitchen where he found one of his sons asleep by the fridge and the other on the couch. Both were young lads who lived offworld and worked together in the commercial business. They had come to visit him and pay respects to their mothers’ shrine. She had fought in the early years of war and a Republic fleet ambushed her ship after a mission. She died saving others and Vorir had spent weeks scouring the battlefield looking for her remains and only returned with a piece of her armour. It was more than enough for him and his sons and they still paid respect each day.
Vorir moved over to the image of his deceased wife and the shard of armour, her Iron heart was hovering on a small pad. Deep purple with hues of teal etched around the edges basked in a dim light of the shrine.
“I remember you Shay’dir” he whispered, “Each day, every day. May you rest well and watch over us. So long as I remember you, you are immortal. Let the Manda take care of you until I come”
He turned away and walked into the kitchen to start the fire for breakfast. It would be a fun day back in the forge and he would make sure his boys were well fed for their trip back to the Inner Core.
Race: Human, Mandalorian
Age: 37
Birthplace: Mandalore
Allegiance: Mandalorian
Status: Bounty Hunter/Beskar Forge Master
Rank: Captain
Height/Weight: 1.85m, 81kgs
Appearance: A typical human by most Core World standards with an average build and swagger of a man without stress weighing him down. Emerald green eyes streaked with sapphire blue hues contrast his lightly tanned complexion with a short brown hair and his well-kept beard that is his prized feature. When not armoured up in his Grandfathers beskar’gam, one can find him wearing his jumpsuit on Mandalore at his workshop in the Northern Regions passed Enceri. His true work comes from building armour for those in need of upgrades or full suits and applies his trade with a passion. He’s physically fit for an armour smith and in his younger days worked as a bounty hunter and maintained his daily work out routine even during combat operations. His skin is tattooed with Mandalorian runes and the fearsome mythosaur upon his back with the crest of his family centered over his heart. An aggressive scar across his left cheek that trails up over his eye was from a run in with a Jedi whose lightsaber he keeps on his belt as a trophy.
Personality: A charismatic individual who cares for his family and friends and causes what few enemies he has to fear him. He’s a dedicated buir and honourable individual who does what’s right for those around him and takes in orphans when he possible can. Attentive to detail and his craft, very little escapes his gaze when pressed into a situation.
Ships/Vehicles: Modified Sith Fury Interceptor, Buirk'alor-class airspeeder
Equipment: Mandalorian Beskar’gam, Custom AE-88 Kinetic Rifle, AE-09 blaster pistol, throwing knives, forging tools.
Stats:
Strength – Above Average
Agility – Above Average
Intelligence - Average
Charisma – Above Average
Combat Training: Vibroblades, Blasters, Demolition, CQ Combat
Other Training: Forgesmith, Repair and Maintenance, Piloting.
Biography: Vorir was a clan member raised in the Northern Hemisphere of Mandalore and was trained by his grandfather Saiphin to become a Forge Smith. He toiled for years creating elaborate tools and armour plating much like his Grandfather until he turned 16 and went to apply his trade on his own. He secured a ship, an older model Fury Interceptor from a scrap yard and fixed her up. He travelled the galaxy for years and learned new skills and re-enforced old ones. He found his cyar’ika after a rescue operation and was given two sons to train. With her, Vorir took on bounty hunter missions and learned about his heritage and all the while gained contacts within the Inner Core worlds and on the Outer Realm. Saiphin passed away when Vorir was 22 and he returned with his sons to continue the Forge business. It was at age 26 that Vorir’s wife was killed and it was most difficult for his sons who had never felt loss like that. He coaxed them through the pain, re-enforcing the Mandalorian heritage in them and eventually they recovered. When Vorir was satisfied they’d be fine on their own he piloted to the Inner Core, tracked down the commander of the ship that killed his wife and murdered him with ruthless efficiency. He systematically eliminated the entire crew under the cover of darkness over months of careful planning and observation. He spared the families of the crew because they had no part in the actions against his wife. Once completed, he returned to Mandalore and has been living a simple life every since.
Roleplay Sample: It had been a heavy night at the bar in Enceri the night previous as Vorir struggled to rise in his yaim. Securing two additional orders for Beskar’gam had topped off his account to a pleasant level again and he had celebrated with his sons with a lavish outing to the small town. He rolled onto the floor of his room and dragged himself to the fresher with the grace of a man dehydrated after a few too many bottles of tihaal.
Standing on shaky legs he dunked his head into the cold water pooled in the wide mouth basin of the sink and shook out the brief hours of sleep from his body. He pulled back with a deep breath as water dripped down his face and he grabbed a towel before he dried himself off. He made his way to the kitchen where he found one of his sons asleep by the fridge and the other on the couch. Both were young lads who lived offworld and worked together in the commercial business. They had come to visit him and pay respects to their mothers’ shrine. She had fought in the early years of war and a Republic fleet ambushed her ship after a mission. She died saving others and Vorir had spent weeks scouring the battlefield looking for her remains and only returned with a piece of her armour. It was more than enough for him and his sons and they still paid respect each day.
Vorir moved over to the image of his deceased wife and the shard of armour, her Iron heart was hovering on a small pad. Deep purple with hues of teal etched around the edges basked in a dim light of the shrine.
“I remember you Shay’dir” he whispered, “Each day, every day. May you rest well and watch over us. So long as I remember you, you are immortal. Let the Manda take care of you until I come”
He turned away and walked into the kitchen to start the fire for breakfast. It would be a fun day back in the forge and he would make sure his boys were well fed for their trip back to the Inner Core.
I just wanted some clarification of if this is stuff you made up, or found really. 