Ayla Vizsla

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Ayla Vizsla Full Name • Ayla Vizsla Race • Human Birthplace • Concordia Age • Twenty-eight Gender • Female Sexuality • Bisexual Faction • Mando'a Concept • Captain (Rank 3 Equivalent) - Supercommando / Assassin Languages • Mando'a, Basic, Concordian. Assets • Light Beskar'gam painted in black, grey, yellow and white camouflage pattern. Jetpack with multi-directional thrusters, capable of true flight. Long range, accurised blaster rifle. Repeating blaster pistol. Wrist-mounted rocket launcher capable of firing 3 rockets. Light freighter. Appearance Face Claim • Chloe Bennet Height & Weight • 5'4, 110lb Overall Looks • The appearance that most see and recognise as being Ayla would be her Beskar’gam. Suiting her role as a sniper, it is lighter weight than most, with a number of gaps between plates filled by the form-fitting, black body suit that she wears underneath. The plates and helmet, as well as her jetpack are painted in a camouflage pattern consisting of black, grey, white and golden yellow, with the distinctive T-visor coloured black, with a low-shine finish to aid in concealment. The whole Beskar’gam is form fitting and tight to aid in movement and flexibility, and suited to her small frame. Armour removed, and most people would first notice her intense, dark eyes, and shoulder length, dark brown hair. She’s been told more times than she can count that if she took more pride in her appearance she would be quite attractive, though she doesn’t take much stock in such trivial things any more. In her mind, she isn’t looking to impress anyone, which is why the majority of the clothes she wears are tough, useful, comfortable and hard-waring. She is fond of cargo pants, combat boots and singlets, with jackets worn when the temperature calls for protection from the cold. Ayla has a number of tattoos and scars across her body, with the most prominent tattoo being of a large set of feathered wings across her back and shoulders, all in black ink. She also has a mythosaur skull tattooed onto the back of her right hand, and the emblem of Clan Vizsla tattooed onto her left inner-arm. Her scars are varied, generally across her arms, though with some on her chest and stomach, though generally small and insignificant, so much so that she is unable to remember how she got the majority of them. Personality Profile The biggest defining characteristic of Ayla is that she is an incredibly proud young woman. She is proud of her Mandalorian heritage, proud of being an eminent member of Clan Vizsla, and proud, in general, of who she is. Combined with this is the fact that she wears her heart on her sleeve. If she feels a certain way, particularly regarding something she is proud of, she is incredibly likely to make sure her feelings are known – not that she is overly aggressive or rude or blunt, she just has no fears when it comes to her opinions and feelings and found her voice at a very early stage of her life. Like most Mandalorian women, you couldn’t particularly describe her as being girly. In fact, she is more likely to be described as a tomboy. Even at a young age she had no interest in feminine things, preferring to play with the boys, fight, shoot and hunt. She loved chasing after her older brother and father whenever she had the chance, with her father ultimately beginning her training at the age of five rather than the customary age of eight. As such, she can think of nothing more nauseating than playing house and wearing pretty dresses or the like. One thing she is renowned for, however, is her leadership skills. She is quite charismatic, and combining this with her pride, her bravery, and her ability to make decisions makes her the type of person that naturally and instinctively takes the lead. She has always found that when she speaks, people tend to listen, with most of her words being able to inspire and encourage those who do listen to her. Background Father • Cahl Vizsla, 50, Bounty Hunter Mother • Jala Vizsla, Deceased Siblings • Uke Vizsla, 30, Mercenary Overall History • The Early Days Birth – Five Concordia – it was a green sphere in the evening sky over Mandalore, visible when the sun set in the sky like a beacon, though the lush forests, the rolling hills, and the carnivorous predators were hidden from the view of those that looked up at their moon. It was this environment, with it’s predators that struck in the night, and the forests that hid many secrets, that had been the place that had been the pedestal that Clan Vizsla had climbed upon, to stand proudly before the galaxy. It was this moon that was the beginning of the story for Ayla. Not unlike the predators of the moon she was born in, Ayla had killed her mother in the night, or so people whispered. Jala Vizsla, the much adored, had passed after a particularly difficult childbirth, leaving her to be raised alone by her father, Cahl, with the company of the first son, Uke. Despite having an older child, Cahl had never been the paternal type. Of course, he did the best that he could with the young girl, but in Cahl’s household, there was no time for tears and stories, unless they were stories of the Mandalores of old, or the heroes of their culture. There were no games – there was accompanying Cahl when he went on hunts, or left with other families in the settlement. Ultimately, there was no time to be weak. Ayla, right from day dot, was expected to be strong. She was taught to respond to bullying with the fist, and that things she wanted were taken, not gifted. To say that she did not particularly play well with others was, really, an understatement. Except for Uke. Ayla idolised her older brother, and as soon as she was old enough to walk, wherever the boy was, his younger sister would only be a few steps behind him. Early Training Five – Thirteen Following Uke incessantly, really, was the reason why Cahl decided to start her training early, at the age of five rather than the age of eight. It was easier for him to do that, rather than put up with the tantrums and fights of the youngster that wanted nothing more than to do whatever Uke did, and so, to that end, Ayla would be trained in how to shoot, how to survive, and how to fight. Unable to handle the repetition of a blaster rifle or carbine, Cahl took to carrying a long range blaster for her, and after lessons in how to use it, where to aim to hit vitals, and how to steady her shooting, Ayla would be left on her own with the long range blaster and scope to cover the two males as Uke learned the finer arts of close-up combat. It wasn’t uncommon, once the two children had learnt their ways around a blaster, and how to survive, for them to spend days on end out in the forests of Concordia, camping, tracking and hunting their own food. They’d take minimal supplies with them, only surviving on what they could find, forage, or kill. Eventually, however, a trip came that Ayla wasn’t allowed to go on. Uke was becoming a man, her father told her before she was left with one of the other families in the settlement. It was Uke’s thirteenth birthday, and the two of them went off world together, leaving Ayla on her own for the first time since she was born. It was different when Uke came back, though. He was an adult now, or so he told her, and he had to do grown up things. Ayla wanted to do grown up things too. Verd’goten The Trials Soon, she was thirteen, and it was her turn to leave Concordia with her father. She had no idea what to expect from the trip, except that she had been told that when she was finished, she would be an adult, a woman, and truly part of the Mandalorian culture. Having said that, nothing could’ve prepared her for what was to come. Her father, whilst they flew in his ship, went through her pack with her, double checking her gear, and checking her rifle, only leaving her to bring themselves out of Hyperspace close to Dxun. He told her that he would be at a small camp, gave her the coordinates, and when they were low enough over a clearing, made her jump out on her own – after telling her he would leave after ten days if she hadn’t made it that far. For the first time that Ayla could ever remember, she was alone. She’d obviously had moments of privacy and alone time, but never had she been more than a shouting distance from someone. Never had she truly been on her own. Her mind had raced to start with, feeling a sense of panic set in, before steadying herself. It was already late in the day, and she was able to calm herself by focusing on what she had been taught. Fire. Shelter. Food. Water. They were the keys to survival. They were what would eventually get her to her father and prove that she was capable of wearing beskar’gam. Eight days after dropping from her father’s ship, she walked out of the hellish forest of Dxun into the encampment. She was tired, she was filthy, she had self-treated cuts and scrapes all over her, but she was intact. She had made it through the trials, to be greeted by her father, who was waiting with her new armour, fresh and white and ready for her own mark. Of course, she had examined every piece and tried it on, but the shower, warm food and a warm drink were calling her. There would be plenty of time to paint on the flight home, after all. The Quiet Time Fourteen – Twenty Life, after the verd’goten was actually rather quiet, for a time. Initially, Ayla’s life consisted of contributing to the society through whatever means. As a woman, she had been expected to keep the houses right, but that had never been her style. Instead, she had hunted in the plains and forests for food. She had helped the men build shelters and walls, and did whatever needed to be done to help the survival of those around her. There was, however, a constant whisper that she kept hearing amongst the others as they worked or lived – dissent. The Republic had stolen their lands, they said. They wanted someone new to rise, to lead them in the plight. There was tension growing from within a group who felt their way of life had been stripped away from them, simmering away like water over a fire that would, eventually, come to a boil. She could never have imagined that her father would leave before it could boil, though. Shortly after her sixteenth birthday, Ayla returned home from an overnight hunt to find her father gone. He’d left the morning before, shortly after Ayla had left, headed out into the galaxy on his own to do his own thing. Initially, Ayla was hurt. She was confused. She was angry. But eventually, her father’s words echoed in her ears. There was no time for tears or emotion – they had to get on with their lives and their jobs. Ayla had to be the adult she had proven herself to be in the trials, and so, life went on. She didn’t allow herself to grieve or pity herself. In fact, she threw herself harder and harder into her work and training, and for two years, she strived to be the best she could be. That was, until she met someone that would also make her the weakest she could be. Hadden Voss was his name, and right from when they first met as part of a hunting party, he made her go weak at the knees. Not only was he handsome and charming, but he was courageous, he was inspiring, and he was strong. She remembered how she had been smitten as soon as he spoke, which was, essentially, the moment she truly stopped following Uke around like a shadow. Now, where Hadden went, Ayla found herself following. The young man was a few years older than she was, yet he seemed so much older, so much more experienced in life, and he obliged in showing her the life she hadn’t seen, including travel to other planets, joining him in bounty and assassin work. The War Nineteen – Twenty Six The pot had boiled with the rise, in secret, of the new Mandalore. Hadden was one of the first to volunteer his services to him, and as a result, Ayla had followed. She remembered how hard the first year had been, and the work that had been put into the preparations. She also remembered, though, the pain at not being selected as part of the party that had stolen back the basilisk from the Republic. She wanted more than anything to fight, not knowing that over the next few years, there would be opportunities aplenty. She was there for the moment the Mandalorians retook their ancestral homeworld of Mandalore. She fought in the front lines as Mandalore led the attack on Concord Dawn. She had served with skill, determination and courage in the fighting on Shogun. Quickly, Ayla Vizsla was becoming battle-hardened. She was turning herself into a true warrior, becoming strong in a way that she believed would make her father and brother and lover proud of her. That strength would turn to hardness in the Battle of Ordo. Her gauntlets were covered in blood which was flowing as they pressed down against the wound in Hadden’s chest, trying to stop the bleeding. ”Stop it!” She screamed at him, her face hidden behind the t-visor of her helmet which lifted so she could look directly back at the man she had devoted herself to, ”You’re not dying. Stop your sooking!” One hand lifted away, reaching into his utility belt to pull a dressing from it, before shouting again, ”And stop your bleeding. You’re making a mess!” Little did she know, that when the bleeding did slow, and eventually stop, it wouldn’t be from the aid he was receiving, but from his heart stopping. When Hadden’s heart had stopped, in a sense, it felt to Ayla that hers had as well. After the sadness and grief she felt at his passing had passed, it was replaced with bitterness and coldness. She had a deep-seated anger for the Republic for killing Hadden, and soon, her coldness turned into a hard edge that would gain her the respect of many, Mandalorian or not, with one who respected her being the new Mandalore, The Reclaimer. The Reclaimer, to Ayla, was a breath of fresh air. The Reclaimer ordered a crusade against the Republic, which Ayla was all to pleased to join in, especially with her elevation to the Ori’ramakade in time for the Blitz of Gargon. Soon, under yet another Mandalore, Roche and Onderon, and Dxun by extension, would be reclaimed by the Mandalorians, with her seeing combat on each of the planets as they invaded. The Present Now The Golden Age of the Mandalorians, they called it. A time for Ayla to line her bank accounts with money was what she called it. Of course, as a Ori’ramakade, she was always at the disposal of The Mandalore, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t moonlight. Soon after the war had ended, Ayla had purchased herself a ship – a light freighter capable of being piloted and navigated by one person – and returned to the ways of assassinations that Hadden had once introduced her to. It was money that paid exceptionally well, especially for somebody as skilled with a rifle as she was, as it seemed many aristocrats, politicians and businessmen had opposition and loose morals. Not that she actually cared, as long as those loose morals were accompanied by deep bank accounts.

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