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Norg Bral
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Name: Jatt Bralor
Age: 33
Species: Mandalorian
Faction: Death Watch
Rank: Super Commando
Height: 7'2"
Weight: 510lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Scars: None
x---- BiographyAge: 33
Species: Mandalorian
Faction: Death Watch
Rank: Super Commando
Height: 7'2"
Weight: 510lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Scars: None
These traditions were what Jatt grew up on, the Bralor clan boasted it's finest warriors in the front line. Fought with ferocity, great strength, and true conviction to their loyalties. At least that's what his father taught him, but when asked who they aligned with, the Bralor seemed to sell themselves away for a beautiful death. The quest for money, or violence, was strongly preached to the young warriors as to turn them into the beasts they hunted on Norg Bral. Young Jatt spent years outside the hillfort, distancing himself from his family, instead forming his bonds with those who fought beside his shoulder. It felt best, brothers in battle, sisters in war, his family grew in each moment of new battles. Unfortunately, many deaths were common in the trials as was tradition, as was deaths in the pits for some. Rival after rival, friend turned enemy, Jatt turned stoic and angry at each new enemy placed before him and quelled. “Accidents” happen, and there were too many for this generation. By adulthood, a small amount of new Mandalorians quelled down their own numbers in vicious means, leaving himself at the top of his generation with just a few other battle ready members. The rest either died, ran away, or lowered themselves to be servants of his crew.
Jatt had reached an elder age, wasting away his combat abilities with minor battles against other clans, or taking up a mission to catch some poor sod of a runaway. Until one day when Jatt met Prudii Kyramud at a bar, the charismatic approach had annoyed the larger man at first, but the promise of a free life perked his interest. Maybe that was a better way to live life instead of in stuck-in-the-mud bars on backwater planets, snuffing kriff-hounds and accepting payment from the lowlifes. No longer was this Mando the backbone for a local gang, but a force to be reckoned with in the Death Watch.
x----Personality
Behind the quiet rage that is Jatt Bralor, is a somber regret that his life has seen nothing but bloodshed and death. Mandalorians rarely see age such as this giant, Jatt has realized that as many a younglings have perished in his arms or in his stead. Succumbing to a harsh reality that life is war, and there is nothing but the battle of the universe, Jatt has carved that lesson into the fiber of his being. People are meant to die, by order or because it's just their time, and who is it to say that the reaper's favorite tool is the Mountain himself. So why not bring others who suffer in life to their end? Somewhere deep inside this beast, a death wish, because on the battlefield there is no other hope other than to kill or be killed. The greatest mercy one such as him could bring to the universe, is a swift and painless death. And maybe that's what fuels the alcoholism, the rage, maybe it's just the fact that people are meant to die and there's nothing else for Jatt in the universe. Because why keep close relationships when they'll just end up dead in the first place?
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[Gear]
MK3 "Razor" Light Drone
Nova 67
Mandalorian Armour MK II
Rocket Boots
Claymore, 5 1/2 ft
| Gauntlets | Two, weaponized(1-1) |
|---|---|
| Launcher | Two, mini Anti-Infantry Missiles(2-2) |
| Flamethrower | Two, thirty seconds of flame(1-1) |
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