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Outcast
Wandering Beastmaster
Wandering Beastmaster
NAME: Jayyan Ordo, Formerly
AGE: 24
SPECIES: Mandalorian
FACTION: Mandalorian Dominion
RANK: Commando
HEIGHT: 5' 11"
WEIGHT: 215 lbs
HAIR COLOR: Chestnut
EYE COLOR: Brown, One Milky
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTH: On a strict exercise regiment from the moment he could stand, Outcast is quite a strong young man.
DEXTERITY: Naturally quick and nimble, even in full battle gear.
STAMINA: Outcast is able to fight and run for hours without rest.
INTELLIGENCE: A natural strategist and planner. He always is thinking of his next move, the big picture.
WISDOM: While he's always had a head for strategy and tactics, wisdom is something one only gains with age. He is wise in some aspects; but not so much in many others.
CHARISMA: Often blunt, confrontational, and holding little to no filter on his thoughts. It would take some getting used to his...rugged charm.
AGE: 24
SPECIES: Mandalorian
FACTION: Mandalorian Dominion
RANK: Commando
HEIGHT: 5' 11"
WEIGHT: 215 lbs
HAIR COLOR: Chestnut
EYE COLOR: Brown, One Milky
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTH: On a strict exercise regiment from the moment he could stand, Outcast is quite a strong young man.
DEXTERITY: Naturally quick and nimble, even in full battle gear.
STAMINA: Outcast is able to fight and run for hours without rest.
INTELLIGENCE: A natural strategist and planner. He always is thinking of his next move, the big picture.
WISDOM: While he's always had a head for strategy and tactics, wisdom is something one only gains with age. He is wise in some aspects; but not so much in many others.
CHARISMA: Often blunt, confrontational, and holding little to no filter on his thoughts. It would take some getting used to his...rugged charm.
BIOGRAPHY
Born a son of Mandalor, to the great House Ordo; Clan Ordo. House Ordo is the most academic and intellectual of the Mandalorian Houses. More than any other House, those born of House Ordo find themselves to be natural tinkerers and planners, which leads them to find their place as engineers, strategists, and doctors. Ordos tend to be pragmatists, placing value on family and culture, but finding more value in logic and success. Alongside those of House Vizsla, many of the chief officers of Death Watch were of Clan Ordo - as Death Watch's pragmatic and blunt approach to Mandalorian freedom resounded within them. More than any other of the Mandalorian Houses, House Ordo holds a grudge against Jedi, and practitioners of the Force.
It is said that in the past House Ordo was significantly larger than it has been in recent history. Responsible for initial contact with the Jedi, the engineers within Ordo designed weaponry and technology for combating the Force. Ordo would continue to have sustained wars against the Jedi and the Sith, while other Houses fought within Mandalorian ranks. This warring whittled away at Ordo's numbers, and left them with a bitter attitude towards the Force.
Jayyan seemed destined for glory and greatness. He was the only male heir to Molok Ordo. A famous warrior known throughout the galaxy, particularly for his younger and wilder years as a bounty hunter. Only accepting contracts most deemed too dangerous or damn near suicidal. He especially became infamous for his lightsaber collection.
Yes, his father was lauded and praised by many in his house and clan. The very definition of Mando'a. Unflinching, unmoving, and unrelenting. Loyal, fierce, and a masterful strategist. No one stood in his people's rise to greatness. He had no enemies...for he left none alive. Jedi, Sith? He killed them on principle. And now. He finally had a son. His legacy. He would mold Jayyan to be as he was. To be the next name on his house's and clan's lips. He held everyone to a high standard, especially his family...especially his son.
Jayyan's early years were of a warrior's. As soon as he could walk and comprehend, his father placed him in a regimen to train both the mind and the body. There was no time for fun, games, and friends. 'If our people are to rise back unto greatness! If our people are to become more than the mercenaries the galaxy sees us as!?! We must have the strong, only the strongest of us to lead the way! You will be a pillar of the Mandalorian way of life if I have to break you down and build you back up!'
For years this was all he knew. He studied military strategies from all the greats, Mandalorian or not. He trained with every weapon imaginable. Learned about the Force; as well as how to combat it. Broke bones. Bled.
By his sixteenth year, he was the very model of a Mandalorian commando. A pillar of Mando'a. Molded just as his father had wanted.
But.
It was never enough. He was never enough.
All he had ever wanted was to make his father proud. To feel loved. But no matter what he did, his father only demanded more.
The galaxy, which had always been a powder keg, soon ignited into the flames of war. His father welcomed it. He said he could feel the winds of change blowing and his people's time was nigh. He drug Jayyan into a ship and they headed for battle. Any battle. Against any foe. They fought Sith, Jedi, Imperials, miltia, pirates. But it was during one of these battles...that his father suffered an accident.
Jayyan was distracted, nearly killed. His father took a near fatal blow to save him...and after that. They were never the same. They returned home, but it was a grim day. There was no celebration as Molok the Mighty, had been crippled. While his life had been saved, his spine and left leg had been injured beyond what could be repaired. He would have to use a cane to walk and live in constant pain. He blamed his son.
'I had thought you had promise, a destiny! But you were, -are-, weak. Look at what your weakness has wrought boy! I should have let you die. Mandalor wouldn't have lost one of it's shining warriors; just a child unworthy of the mantle.'
His father began a descent into...not sorrow or depression, but bitter anger. Taking it out on everyone; wife, son, and daughters. By the time Jayyan turned nineteen, he had grown to hate him. Many people of Mandalor still honored him, but in the privacy of his family's home; they new how far he had fallen. One day he raised a hand to his wife...and that is when Jayyan intervened.
He struck down his father in a rage. All the rage he had felt as a child, fueled by the abuse of the last two years.
Jayyan nearly beat him to a pulp. Stopping only after his sisters dragged him off. When the authorities arrived, he surrendered without a fight. He said nothing in his defense and asked that the family keep their drama private. So Jayyan was taken away. Eventually coming to trial where his own father passed down the judgement of
exile. Still he said and revealed nothing. Let the people of Mandalor view him as a disappointment and his father as a shining beacon of Mando'a. He knew the truth. And that his father wouldn't dare to ever raise a hand to his family again.
So he was sent offworld.
Exile.
Outcast.
At the turn of a new era in the galaxy, with republics falling and empires rising. He wore that name as a badge of honor. Determined to forge his own way. Outcast spent the next five years becoming a high end warrior for higher. No job too tough, no foe too big. He managed to gain a humble reputation in the Outer Rim. Especially when he began to hunt, kill, trap, and train beasts.
It was a simple, but fulfilling life. Until he received a call...inviting him home to hear the new Mand'alore give an address to the Dominion.
From his father...
Now the real story begins.
PERSONALITY
People are not simple. Words are paltry things, often failing to explain in less broad ways. Good, evil. Kind, selfish. Most are extreme. Most people like to think motives and personality are like life; black or white. But the truth of the matter is... it's all shades of grey.
The quickest way to know who someone truly is beyond the surface? Talk to them. Discover. So... walk up. If you dare.
SKILLS
- Weapons Expert(Blasters/Blades/Demolitions/Heavy Weapons)
- Tracking
- Strategy
- Animal Training
- Espionage/Assault/Recon
- Combating Force Sensitives
- Piloting
- Underworld Connections
GEAR/PROPERTY
- Credits - 37,980
- Stalker MkV - Modified and Customized CCT Armor
- 'No Land Beyond' - Mandalorian Blaster Rifle
- 'Dragonbane' - Vibrosword, Decorated With Krayt Dragon Bones
- Wrist Rocket - Left Gauntlet
- Whipcord Thrower - Left Gauntlet
- Needle Launcher - Right Gauntlet
- CZ Wrist-Mounted Flame Projector - Right Gauntlet
- Thermal Detonators x 3
- Flashbangs x 5
- Assorted Tools
NOTABLE KILLS
TROPHIES
THREADS
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