Post by Rock on Jul 27, 2008 21:27:54 GMT -7
MANDO
Appearance: Seven foot tall and imposing, he bears normal, human hands-if bigger than a human's face-and a normal, if large head. Except the eyes-like slits, cool and dangerous but showing a great intelligence. They're purple in color. His muscles are almost bulging, and his strength unparalleled. He wear dreadlocks like tentacles under his helm, and his teeth are white and sharp, but omnivorous. He has the Arebresh number for thirteen tattooed on his forehead .
Name: Rarckokoo Athaichoso "Rock"
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Marital Status: Single, and likely to remain that way since he's the only one of his kind.
Clan: Ordo
Optional sides, preferably: Whichever pays more.
Inventory:
Personality: He's a hard sort, seeing battle for what it is: Grisly and wrong. But he participates in it gladly, gaining honor for himself and his family and placing it before all else. He knows that, in order to prove himself as a Mandalorian, he has to kill, kill, and kill more. And the best way to kill is by taking mercenary Jobs. So he's reduced to that-but it's life and it pays.
Biography/History: Rock, to say the least, was born in a lab. A genetic engineering organization, called Starscream, relocated to Myrkr for research and experiments. they'd found several old pieces of DNA and were willing to try it out to see what they'd get.
Rock was designated number Thirteen and the number-in Auberesh-was branded onto his forehead at "birth." On a transfer through the Jungle, his carrier was walking-alone-with him in arm. The Taung Baby was crying and attracted the attention of a nearby group of Mandalorians from Clan Ordo-Supercommandos. Mando Ori'ramikade
His carrier was killed and the baby taken, number thirteen's disappearance a mystery. They gave him no mind, though, and the Mandalorians swooped in and raided them. They kept the Taung baby, though, raising him as a Supercommando. He was trained as an elite soldier, participating in battles at a very young age as a technician, or a weapons distributor.
Hsi adoptive family told him of their culture, his heritage. They told him he was a Taung, the inheritant of a race long dead. He was told that he had his life to forge a new path for himself, to be the warrior he wanted to be-putting Family, Honor, and glory first before all else.
At Eighteen he was deemed old enough to participate in combat, and his first participated in an Espionage mission on Myrkr. More Scientists in the old base where he was born. He wiped them out without mercy, he didn't even know.
When he got back, his family was blunt with him. They told him how he was found and what they'd found in the old base. When they found him. He took it with great patience and wisdom, accepting what and who he was.
Then, for ten years, he fought. He learned, he gained skills, and he never took a wife or found a woman worth loving. He became a good fighter, becoming tall and strong. His muscles toned enrageously, and his mind developed into a strong and powerful muscle. He mastered various fighting styles and weapons, learning piloting from the best.
He, however, is sort of lonely. He's the only one left of his race-and he doesn't like it. There's no one to love-how could he love any other race? Have kids, spread his genes? He's restless and reckless to go into battle, always seeking to achieve greater things, to fill the hole in his life.
Advance Study Profile: Uh...yes.
Appearance: Seven foot tall and imposing, he bears normal, human hands-if bigger than a human's face-and a normal, if large head. Except the eyes-like slits, cool and dangerous but showing a great intelligence. They're purple in color. His muscles are almost bulging, and his strength unparalleled. He wear dreadlocks like tentacles under his helm, and his teeth are white and sharp, but omnivorous. He has the Arebresh number for thirteen tattooed on his forehead .
Name: Rarckokoo Athaichoso "Rock"
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Marital Status: Single, and likely to remain that way since he's the only one of his kind.
Clan: Ordo
Optional sides, preferably: Whichever pays more.
Inventory:
- His armor.
- His Wrist Blades
- He carries a WESTAR-M5 Blaster Rifle, its use surviving the centuries. Although it's an older weapon, it still performs at the top of its class, proving time and time again to be the most reliable weapon ever held by a Mandalorian.
- A belt of various grenades stored directly under his belt, around his waist.
- Two WESTAR-34 blasters on thigh-holsters.
- Two heavy axes-as according to humans. To him they're light but strong, able to withstand most shock.
- A heavy Spec ops pack, filled with necessary items.
- He flies his ship-a modified X-83 Starfighter, in the cockpit. It's made for his enormous size, and it's painted a camouflage green.
- He also carries a beckon call for his ship that will brign it to him. It hangs off his belt for easy access.
Personality: He's a hard sort, seeing battle for what it is: Grisly and wrong. But he participates in it gladly, gaining honor for himself and his family and placing it before all else. He knows that, in order to prove himself as a Mandalorian, he has to kill, kill, and kill more. And the best way to kill is by taking mercenary Jobs. So he's reduced to that-but it's life and it pays.
Biography/History: Rock, to say the least, was born in a lab. A genetic engineering organization, called Starscream, relocated to Myrkr for research and experiments. they'd found several old pieces of DNA and were willing to try it out to see what they'd get.
Rock was designated number Thirteen and the number-in Auberesh-was branded onto his forehead at "birth." On a transfer through the Jungle, his carrier was walking-alone-with him in arm. The Taung Baby was crying and attracted the attention of a nearby group of Mandalorians from Clan Ordo-Supercommandos. Mando Ori'ramikade
His carrier was killed and the baby taken, number thirteen's disappearance a mystery. They gave him no mind, though, and the Mandalorians swooped in and raided them. They kept the Taung baby, though, raising him as a Supercommando. He was trained as an elite soldier, participating in battles at a very young age as a technician, or a weapons distributor.
Hsi adoptive family told him of their culture, his heritage. They told him he was a Taung, the inheritant of a race long dead. He was told that he had his life to forge a new path for himself, to be the warrior he wanted to be-putting Family, Honor, and glory first before all else.
At Eighteen he was deemed old enough to participate in combat, and his first participated in an Espionage mission on Myrkr. More Scientists in the old base where he was born. He wiped them out without mercy, he didn't even know.
When he got back, his family was blunt with him. They told him how he was found and what they'd found in the old base. When they found him. He took it with great patience and wisdom, accepting what and who he was.
Then, for ten years, he fought. He learned, he gained skills, and he never took a wife or found a woman worth loving. He became a good fighter, becoming tall and strong. His muscles toned enrageously, and his mind developed into a strong and powerful muscle. He mastered various fighting styles and weapons, learning piloting from the best.
He, however, is sort of lonely. He's the only one left of his race-and he doesn't like it. There's no one to love-how could he love any other race? Have kids, spread his genes? He's restless and reckless to go into battle, always seeking to achieve greater things, to fill the hole in his life.
Advance Study Profile: Uh...yes.