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Garryyn the Madclaw
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HOMEWORLD: KASHYYYK
AGE: 238
SPECIES: WOOKIEE
HEIGHT: 2.4 M
WEIGHT: 130
EYE COLOR: BROWN
HAIR COLOR: BROWN
MARKINGS: BLIND IN ONE EYE
NICKNAME MADCLAW
FORCE SENSITIVITY: NEGATIVE
FACTION: MANDALORIANS (INDIE)
RANK: TBD
<translated from Shyriiwook> "Alone. One can never fully understand that word until they've gone through what I've gone through. Lost what I've lost. I'm a pariah on my homeworld. I had a family, friends, brothers and sisters. All it took was once. One time I used my claws in a fit of rage. And now it's all gone. My homeworld sees me as a savage. I wandered the stars, only to be treated similarly by the people of the galaxy. Now, on Mandalore, I have a chance to make something of myself. A chance to be an honored warrior in the galaxy. Because on Mandalore, everyone is a savage like me."
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STATS
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| STRENGTH | ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎ |
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| ENDURANCE | ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎ |
| INTELLIGENCE | ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎ |
| WISDOM | ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎ |
| CHARISMA | ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎ |
| DEXTERITY | ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎ |
Unfortunately for Garryyn, this is where his strengths end. He may be smart for a Wookiee, but he is by no means an intellectual. He could be classified as 'average.' He's by no means a dullard, but he could do with some further education. He can usually resist mind trick as trained by the Mandalorians, but there's a limit to what everyone can do. Garryyn is called the Madclaw on Kashyyyk for a reason, unfortunately. He can easily be sent into a blind rage, even going so far as to use his claws in combat - a taboo in Wookiee culture. This faux pas in his moment of weakness has earned him a ban from his homeworld of Kashyyyk. Does he regret using his claws? Absolutely. Will he do it again? Probably not.
When he is calm, however, Garryyn is a gentle giant. Perhaps it's the years of solitude. Perhaps it's his naturally-huggable, shaggy exterior that is so popular with children and anyone without allergies. Who knows?
Wookiees are good at many things. Sweet talking is not one of them. The native Wookiee tongue to the untrained ear sounds like barking and howling. Anyone who understands him, however, is in for a pleasant surprise. He is a very charming Wookiee, whether he means to be or not. The native language of the Wookiees is surprisingly poetic and Garryyn is no stranger to this. Unfortunately, this charm is lost on the rest of the galaxy, who simply responds to whatever he is saying with an indirect, "Will you please tell your Wookiee slave to be quiet?" As a result, he generally goes for the 'silent, brooding brute' manner.
Garryyn is, to put it delicately, an oaf. He spent most of his time outside and has yet to be used to small spaces, despite having had years to overcome this. He hits his head on door frames, stumbles in narrow corridors, and trips over his own two feet when he's not really doing anything. When he is in combat, however, he knows where to aim, how to aim, and when to shoot. He can dodge blaster bolts fairly well. Of course, his time with smuggler-cop Tarek Lawson has conditioned him to be as light on his feet as he can possibly be.
FEATS
BLASTER-RIFLES: MASTERFUL
HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT: MASTERFUL
ENGINEERING: INTERMEDIATE
REPAIR: INTERMEDIATE
MELEE WEAPONS COMBAT: INTERMEDIATE
HACKING: BASIC
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PERSONALITY
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When Garryyn is not agitated, however, he is a very mellow Wookiee. This can come as a surprise to many people, even more-so to people who actually understand him. He is a gentle giant, kind-hearted and caring for those around him, even if he doesn't know them. He is a loyal Wookiee, willing to serve his friends, his clan, and the Republic until his dying breath. His Mandalorian training has imbued the sense of honor for which many Mandalorians are known. His life-debt with Tarek Lawson has only exemplified this sense of honor.
LIKES
The Border Alliance
Alcohol
Tarek Lawson
Practicing his shooting
Working on his armor
Helping others
Competence
The Scarlet Sparrow
Mandalorians
Alcohol
Tarek Lawson
Practicing his shooting
Working on his armor
Helping others
Competence
The Scarlet Sparrow
Mandalorians
NEUTRAL
The Jedi
Mandalorians
Mandalorians
DISLIKES
Being reminded of Kashyyyk
Being called 'Madclaw'
Losing games
The Senate
Droids
Tarek when he drinks
Minor annoyances
People who dislike Wookiees
People who ask very personal questions about Wookiee anatomy
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Losing games
The Senate
Droids
Tarek when he drinks
Minor annoyances
People who dislike Wookiees
People who ask very personal questions about Wookiee anatomy
THE SCARLET SPARROW
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MANUFACTURER: CORELLIAN AEROSPACE MANUFACTURING CORPORATION
HYPERDRIVE CLASS: CLASS .782
MINIMUM CREW: 2
LENGTH: 32M
WIDTH: 27M
ARMAMENT:
- SIDE-MOUNTED HEAVY CANNON
- 2X CAMC FX10 STOCK QUAD CANNONS
- VENTRAL K4 ANTI-PERSONNEL CANNON
- 3X MISSILE TORPEDO TUBES
DESCRIPTION: The Scarlet Sparrow is a modified CN-130g freighter Tarek acquired when he apprehended Arbat Reiss, a criminal under the employ of Brock the Hutt. Already heavily modified by Reiss, Tarek used the Scarlet Sparrow for the first time on Malastare, when Reiss abandoned it in an attempt to bait Tarek into a trap. He rigged the engines to explode, but the over-active circuit breaker cut power to one of the engines. Tarek used the ship to chase the ship Reiss was on through the atmosphere of Malastare, eventually taking Reiss into custody. After learning that the Scarlet Sparrow had kept up with a ship despite using backup engines on reduced power, Tarek fixed the engines and kept the ship for himself.
As a Corellian ship, the Scarlet Sparrow is maneuverable, but not very pretty. As a result of constant modifications, the Sparrow is one of the fastest ships in the galaxy. The Sparrow's dual engines are capable of providing extraordinary thrust and atmospheric maneuverability. A primary set of ion thrusters is located on the back of the ship while a stabilizing/supplementary set of thrusters is located on the back of the cargo bay. As a result of the massive thrusters, the ship is noted for being incredibly loud, especially in full-thrust.
The bridge of the ship is located on a raised loft, with a galaxy map located behind the pilot's chair. The bridge sits three people: a pilot and co-pilot in front and a gunner in a swiveling seat. A short ladder climb takes one into the galley, which seats a pazaak table, a mini-bar, and a food dispenser. Monitoring stations and equipment line the walls of the galley. In the center of the room is a holoprojector, which generally displays a holographic image of the planet the Sparrow is on or orbiting. That said, it projects anything from holomessages to movies.
The aft of the ship holds the crew quarters. Originally, there were two crew quarters with eight bunks each. However, Tarak removed the beds from one of the quarters and used it as his own private office, which holds desks, computers, and holoprojectors required to aid Tarek in his cases. The other crew quarter remains unchanged.
The boarding ramp is located on the starboard section of the ship, a short walk from the galley. On the starboard side is the holding cell. Two holding cells, once located in adjacent emergency eyewash stations, are soundproof and blaster-resistant. If Tarek wishes, he can activate an energy field that causes pain when the transparisteel of the holding cells are hit, but the circuit breaker prevents him from using it all the time.
A short walk down a hallway will take one to the cargo hold, which stores Tarek's police cruiser.
COCKPIT
GALLEY
ENGINE ROOM
TAREK'S OFFICE
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EQUIPMENT
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Miscellaneous Items
Wookiee Mandalorian Armor
Vibrosword
Thermal Detonators (2x)
Rations
Water canteen
Ropedart
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Vibrosword
Thermal Detonators (2x)
Rations
Water canteen
Ropedart
BIOGRAPHY
[fancybox2]DONUTS AND DETECTIVES
The detective stood at the kitchen of his starship. The Sparrow, he called it. Garryyn didn't understand. All he understood was pain. People betraying him left and right. His family, his Wookiee clan. He'd known fellowship with the Mandalorians, but it was only surface-deep. But this human had saved him from a life of servitude. Perhaps the detective saved him from even worse. He'd taken Garryyn into his ship, given him a blanket and lent an ear. Garryyn sat at the bench, leaning on a table in front of him. At the kitchen, the detective grabbed a glass. He looked to his droid companion. "Dee-zero. Get our furry friend here a cup o' Joe and a doughnut. I think he's earned it," he said. The tiny droid nodded and waddled over to Garryyn.As the droid began to emit a series of rumbles and whirs, Garryyn growled. He was not a fan of the droid. "Don't worry, D0 won't bite. He's a cooking droid. Truth is, I think he's saved my skin more times than I care to admit," the detective said. Garryyn barked inquisitively. "Well, I think once is enough to teach you some humility," Tarek said. He turned from the kitchen, a glass of whiskey in his hands. Garryyn could smell it while the detective poured the drink. From here, it smelled like it was right under his nose. The detective patted the droid - D0 - on the head. "Little guy's had a hell of a ride," he said. The droid looked at him and went ding! The cop knelt down and took a steaming cup of coffee from the droid. He then grabbed a napkin from a counter behind him and held his hand out. The droid shot a doughnut from its head, the detective catching it in the air with his napkin.
He handed the drink and doughnut to Garryyn and said, "Sugar?" The Wookiee sheepishly nodded and the droid's chest opened to show a wide variety of sugar. "Cream's in the drawer above. I take my coffee black, so you're really doing me a favor here," he said. As Garryyn took a handful of sugar packets and creamer cups, the detective pulled a cigarette from his pocket. "Hope you don't mind if I light up. This has been quite an adventure for me, too," he said. Garryyn muttered a 'no' at him. While the detective lit his cigarette, shielding his flame with his hand, the Wookiee added sugar to his coffee, making a disgustingly sweet cup. He brought it to his lips and took a sip. It had been so long since he'd indulged in something like this. It was nice.
"Alright, then. I'm going to ask you a few questions. And... I need you to answer them honestly," the cop said. Garryyn furrowed his brow and brought his hand down on the table with enough force to dent its metal surface. He growled loudly at the detective. How dare he ask such questions? Who the hell did he think he was? The cop put his hands up to calm the angry Wookiee down. "I know, I know. Personal information. But... you must have somewhere to go. I know how much it hurts for some of these memories to be brought up." The Wookiee stood and approached the detective, grabbing him by the collar. He barked in his face. What did he know of pain?
The detective simply took a drag of his cigarette. "I've been on a wild goose chase for half a decade trying to find my wife and son. My career, my family, my home. They're all gone. When I found my family, they were dead. Had been for some time. I took one good look around myself to see that the only thing their murderers took from me was my family. The rest, I'd destroyed myself. Now, I'm stuck in a dead-end job in a dead-end sector, running spice. I tell myself it's in the name of freedom and to make ends meet. Truth is, I do it 'cause I like it. 'Cause it's the only thing that makes me feel alive since seeing what matters to me most dead at my feet." Garryyn let go of his collar, the detective grabbing his drink. He took a sip and said, "Your turn."
The Wookiee cocked his head, roared, and punched a bulkhead. "<You want to know so much about me? You want to know what made me who I am? You are the first in the galaxy to dare ask me such questions and come out unscathed. You are a brave man indeed,>" he barked. Garryyn sat down and continued. "Listen well, Detective, for I will not speak of this again," he said before beginning his tale.
WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE
I was born on the Wookiee homeworld of Kashyyyk. We Wookiees build our wooden villages high atop the Woshyr trees. I hail from the mightiest of all tree villages: the city of Rwookrrorro. From there, the mighty chief of the Wookiees rules with justice and duty. He is the judge, jury, and executioner of the city. He is no tyrant. The chief of Rwookrrorro is the wisest Wookiee in the entire village. All other chiefs of Kashyyyk look to the chief of Rwookrrorro for direction and leadership. It is for this reason that Rwookrrorro is the closest thing to a capital city the Wookiees have. And it is for this reason that all eyes are on the chief should he fail.While the chieftain of Rwookrrorro is an honored Wookiee, there are those that would claim his throne. I was a member of the chief's honor guard. It was my duty to stop anyone plotting against the chieftain. I served three chiefs over the span of two centuries, each either abdicating the throne or passing away peacefully. I guarded threats from as far away as the Wawaatt Archipelago and as close as Rwookrrorro itself. It was a great honor to serve our chieftain, and even more-so to lay down our lives for the chieftain when the time came.
I served with one of my closest friends, as I had since I was very young. His name was Kitchit. To say he was my brother would have done him a disservice. Where I went, he went. What he did, I did. We served the chieftain, side-by-side. When heavy snow fell and threatened Rwookrrorro with collapse, we were the ones who rallied the masses to prepare fortifications. When bounty hunters took the heir of a past chief, it was we who tracked the hunters down and returned to the chieftain, heir in one hand and the hunters' scalps in the other. When we were not posted, we hunted together. When we met our wives', we raised our children so that they may be as close as we were.
Then, one day, as we returned from a hunting party, one of our fellow guards pulled me aside and told me of a conspiracy to depose the chief of Rwookrrorro. We had dealt with conspiracies before, but this was a new threat entirely. One of our own - a member of the royal guards and his followers - planned to assassinate Rwookrrorro. Later that night, he told me in greater detail of his suspicions. He listed names, events, and implicated some of my closest friends, Kitchit included. I wrote his suspicions off as preposterous. I didn't believe him and I never thought I would in a million years. It was in that moment that I had failed the chief. Merely a few weeks after our discussion, the chief's steward was found dead in his hut, his throat slit.
I spent weeks trying to uncover the plot, to discover every detail. Finally, I brought my suspicions to the chieftain. The renegades were one step ahead of me - they had already given the chief a false set of royal guards, my name included. The chief told me that his hands were tied. That he could not allow me to take action without more evidence. I had to confront the renegades directly. I had to talk with Kitchit. This proved to be my worst mistake and biggest regret in life.
I confronted my old friend late that night in his hut and had a stern discussion with him. That's when I had learned the truth. He spoke of shadows in the dark, of an incoming threat that must be prepared for. He and the renegades had seemingly shared a vision in which Kashyyyk burned. They wished to avert it. Kitchit had not only betrayed his post over a nightmare, he was the one who implicated me. I could no longer contain my rage. I drew my sword and attacked my old friend right then and there. We fought for what seemed like hours, trading blows, beating each other into a pulp. The duel came to an end when one of his blows struck my eye. Left blinded and bleeding, I could only watch as he said that he was going to tell the entire village that I was a traitor. He was going to demonize me to my family, have me stricken from the records, and left to die in the Shadowlands. I could no longer contain my rage.
Standing up, I lunged at Kitchit, claws out. It was a moment of pure anger and weakness. I did not intend to attack with my claws, but I could not stop myself once they were out. I killed him in his home and searched for the evidence of his treason. His blood was still on my hands as I marched to the chieftain's hut and handed him documents implicating my old friend. Rather than accept this implication, he branded me a madclaw. I was an animal, banished from Kashyyyk forever. I do not know what became of the chieftain. What Wookiees I have met refuse to speak with me. To my entire race, I am not a Wookiee who defended himself and his chief. I am a murderer who killed his own friend with his claws, then tried to justify it with a piece of paper.
My sons were forbidden from seeing me as I left Kashyyyk. My own wife could not look me in the eye. Your failures, detective, are two corpses you found too late. My failures are my flesh and blood being taught I had done terrible things. My soulmate forsaking me as a mindless animal. In that moment, I was not a loyal guard who had protected his chieftain with his life. I was Garryyn the Madclaw.
WANDERER
In Shyriiwook, there are over one-hundred-and-fifty words for wood. There are nearly as many words for bloodshed. Yet for such a vibrant tongue, the only word the Wookiees dare used to describe me was 'madclaw.' The bitter pain of your entire species casting you aside like a rabid animal is not easy to shake off. It has never truly left me. But there was a point where I believed I was defined by that moniker. A time where even I believed that I was a mindless animal. I do not believe a sentient can ever truly turn feral. But I was the closest thing to feral a sentient being could get. I traveled, for a time, going to distant worlds and living off the land.I made many homes, drank away my sorrows, and hunted for food. I used my bare hands to bring down game twice my size. In this day and age, however, few corners of habitable space are truly untouched. Republic law enforcement found me several times across multiple worlds, each time forcing me into indentured servitude for a time. The Border Alliance took no pity on a Wookiee living off the grid, his bowcaster and thoughts his only companions. Before long, I chose to leave Republic space and wander Nar Shaddaa.
The city-moon of Nar Shaddaa can be a rough place for anyone coming to its crime-ridden streets. Those not prepared are either chewed up and spat out like a cheap steak or devoured by the slums entirely. It was there that I was truly far from who I was. I lost myself there, giving into the vices of the galaxy. Spice, liquor, you name it. I merely had to take out bounty-hunting contracts every once in a while so I could earn credits for the tiny hotel room I called home. And there, lying on the floor in a puddle of liquor, bottles and spice flasks strewn about, I finally came to terms with who I was.
It was not a pretty realization. I am not a good person and I have never claimed as such. Yet, there was something to be said for coming to terms with the fact that you failed at your one calling in life. I attempted to pick myself up, head to the bounty boards, and make a name for myself. And that's when I met Alaric Fett. This Mandalorian was loyal to a creed. A people. Something I desperately needed. I elected to shadow him on one of his missions. I am not proud of the fact that he was not aware that he was being shadowed, yet I learned a lot from him. When I finally did reveal myself to Fett, he laughed it off. Claimed there was no way I could ever join the Mandalorian clans.
Dejected, I decided to do a bounty by myself to earn some money and to clear my head. I took the target out with accuracy, brutality, and honor. When I had turned the bounty in, Fett approached me. As it turns out, he had shadowed me when I took that bounty and was impressed with my work. He believed there was a Mandalorian in everyone and that I was more Mandalorian than some of his comrades back on Mandalore. He offered to take me under his wing and show me what it was to me a Mandalorian. I graciously accepted.
THE IRON WOOKIEE
On Mandalore, things were surprisingly similar to Kashyyyk. Clans ruled the lands and chieftains had a say over Mandalorian affairs. I found myself enthralled by their culture. Unfortunately, many of their people were less than welcoming. They believed a Wookiee had no business being a Mandalorian warrior. That I could not hope to understand their culture and customs. Each time, Alaric Fett defended me, saying that I was under his tutelage. That any foul remarks about me were to be addressed to him. This, of course, did not stop the insults, yet it filled me with determination and hope. For the first time in decades, someone had stuck their neck out for me.I considered offering him a life debt, yet Mandalorian customs would make such a debt incredibly complicated. I therefore remained as his ward for a time. He trained me to use my bowcaster with precision accuracy. On Kashyyyk, I had become proficient in hitting targets at impressive distances with my bowcaster. On Mandalore, I learned to truly make my weapon dance in my arms. He taught me the ways of swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat. While I had learned much being a royal guard on the homeworld, it was on Mandalore that I discovered truly how much there was to learn of the sword.
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