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RAYNAR MERRIK
”Death comes to all traitors. And I will make sure it is as slow as possible.”
― RAYNAR MERRIK
BASIC INFORMATION
ALIAS
The Executioner
AFFILIATION
N/A
RANK
N/A
AGE
30
SPECIES
Human
GENDER
Male
HEIGHT
1.83m
WEIGHT
84.76kg
BUILD
Muscular/toned
HAIR COLOR
Brown
EYE COLOR
Blue
FORCE SENSITIVE??
No
FINANCES
Started: 1,000
Closing: 1,000
DROIDS:Closing: 1,000
None
ATTRIBUTES & ABILITIES
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DEXTERITY
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STAMINA
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INTELLIGENCE
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WISDOM
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CHARISMA
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PILOTING
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WILLPOWER
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MEDICAL EXPERTISE
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SKILLS
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MEDIUM RANGE PROJECTILE
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CLOSE RANGE PROJECTILE
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LONG RANGE BLASTER
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MEDIUM RANGE BLASTER
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CLOSE RANGE BLASTER
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BLADE COMBAT, LONG
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BLADE COMBAT SHORT
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BLADE COMBAT, PROJECTED
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SQUAD TACTICS
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LARGE GROUP TACTICS
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FORCE COMBAT
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EQUIPMENT & INVENTORY
PRIMARY WEAPON(S)
Repeating Blaster Rifle | Scattergun
SECONDARY WEAPON(S)
Heavy Blaster Pistol(x2) | Projected Vibroblade | Cortosis-Laced shortsword| Frag Grenade (x3) | Ion grenade (x2) | Stun Grenade (x2)
ARMOR(S)
Archangel EVA Armor
TRANSPORTATION
Ship,Name
MISCELLANEOUS
Thruster Pack | Grapple Hook | Demolition Charges | Boarding Clamps | Door Opening Kit
BASE OF OPERATIONS / HOME / SAFEHOUSES:
Bases
BIOGRAPHY
Early Life
Raynar was born on Mandalore, the older of he and his twin Brother Jakob. Born under the Hunter and the Conqueror, the two were born of stubbornness and with the will and drive to be leaders of men. As a child he and his brother were often found missing by their mother who would always find the twins hidden in some dark room babbling to each other as they imagined far off worlds, battles to be fought, and victories earned. They were Mandalorian through and through and as they grew older and began training with their father their natural born skill came out. Raynar found himself at home in the martial aspects of war, becoming an expert in all manner of weapons, tactics, and types of combat.
Halfway through Raynar's 7th year his family was blessed with another child, Jeyne, a strong and healthy girl who was born under the sign of the Healer and Warrior, an auspicious omen for her future. Those born under the Sign of the Healer are considered the luckiest of the Clan, while the Warrior blesses those under his protection with a strong will. Raynar, although feeling love for the child never truly bonded with her in the same way that Jakob did. He would help care for her and help teach her but he never found himself volunteering for the domestic duties that his brother did. He preferred the open air on his skin and the weight of a blaster in his hands.
At 13 Jakob and Raynar underwent their Verd'goten together, an oddity in Mandalorian culture, but because of their bond the two were allowed to enter the trial as one. Thrown deep into the Wilderness together the two were forced to hike over 300km to reach the city of Keldabe through some of the most inhospitable terrain on the planet. When they reached their destination they were greeted as only true warriors are by their father. He took them into the oldest tavern on the planet and introduced them to the gathered Mandalorians as their newest brethren.
It was here that the first cracks began to form between he and his brother. While Raynar turned his attention to his Clan and his pursuit of martial perfection, Jakob turned outwards and began to spend all his time in the Sundari museum. To Raynar this was a base betrayal of everything that their father had taught them and he made sure that Jakob knew his feelings. When Jakob moved away at 15, leaving Raynar behind, the gap between them only widened. Raynar, distraught by the lost of his brother, threw himself even further into his pursuit of martial perfection. He trained relentlessly, proving himself in the training cages and on the field in inter-clan conflicts. Soon he had established himself as one of the foremost warriors of Aliit Merrik and found himself rising quickly through the informal ranks the clan had established. It even became easier not to think about his missing half. For the first time since he was 15, he was happy.
But happiness is fleeting, and soon the call came for war. Raynar led the warriors of the Clan to answer Mandalore’s call, soon finding himself given the rank of Captain in the storied 3rd legion. Soon after they arrived at the staging grounds the 3rd was loaded onto a warship and sent to bring the Wrath of Mandalore to the unknown regions.
The Mighty 3rd
The 3rd spent nine weeks in transit to their first world, an agrarian planet known only by the designation RS-124. The small barbarian population fell quickly, surrendering to the guns of the 3rd in less than a week. As the mining fleet moved in the warriors of the 3rd moved to a new conquest. World after world fell quickly in the inexorable push of the Mandalorian fleet.
On the world of RS-131, Raynar found himself and his command squad cut off in the middle of an abandoned city, sheltering inside the bombed out ruins of an old church in the middle of the former capitol. As night fell Raynar elected to take first watch. Sitting outside sheltered by a fallen gargoyle, Raynar found himself thinking of home, of his Clan, of Jakob, deployed with the 9th. His thoughts wondered to what could have been, of he and his brother fighting side by side against the horrors of the galaxy. As it could have been. As it should have been.
As his four hour watch ended, Raynar waited for his replacement to relieve him. Pre should have been out here long ago to tap him on the shoulder and send him in for some cold rations and much needed sleep. He waited another 15 minutes before giving the quiet street another long look and standing to move back inside. Moving closer to the door his stomach tightened, gurgling uneasily as his mind registered the complete lack of sound from inside. Even for a group as battle hardened as the Mandalorians bunkering down for the night caused noise. Armor always clattered, low voices were always present, and metal always scraped.
The building was dead silent.
His left hand reached out and pushed the door open quietly even as his right tightened on the grip of his blaster rifle. when he slipped inside he didn’t make it ten feet before his HUD adjusted to the darkness. What he saw stopped him in his tracks. 1st and 2nd squad lay butchered around the room, 10 warriors scattered like a child’s playthings around the large cathedral. It was a charnel house. In all his battles, all his wars, Raynar had never seen the level of depravity that had laid waste to his men. And all the more terrifying was that it had been done in complete silence. Raynar had been less then 30 meters away while his men were butchered like animals and he hadn’t heard a thing.
Standing there aghast did not dull his senses. When the scuff of boots on stone outside reached his ears Raynar slid his rifle into its holding slot between his jetpack and back plate. When the squad of Mandalorians burst into the room his hands were already in the air. A quick sideways glance allowed him to catch the insignia on their shoulders. 4th Squad, 2nd company. What were they doing here? They should have been across the city securing the museum. The only reason they would be here, weapons raised and shouting would be because… because… he had been set up.
But why? He had served the Mandalorians honorably. He had led like a true Mando, always first on the ground and last on the exfiltration craft. This made no sense.
They were yelling at him to get on the ground and put his hands behind his head. With slow deliberate motions he dropped to his knees and laced his fingers behind his helmet. One of the squad members came forward and grabbed his wrists roughly, yanking them to the small of his back before pulling a pair of stun cuffs from his belt. Raynar pulled his body weight forward, forcing the other to lean in close. Without warning Raynar drove his head back into the visor of the man behind him. Even muffled through armor he heard the sound of breaking bone and a strangled gasp as the man’s nose broke. Raynar’s elbow drove backwards into the unarmored thigh of the Mando, dropping him further as he rose and spun quickly, has armored fingers finding a hold on the Mando's breastplate as he swung him in front of one of his fellows, using him as a human shield against the heavy blaster fire that had begun to lance towards him. The man in his grasp grunted and fell limp, causing Raynar to stagger slightly as he adjusted to the weight and slung his flamethrower underneath the dead man’s arm, loosing a long blast that caught the two firing at him full on. They screamed as the sticky liquid clung to their armor, burning them and causing the power cells in their weapon to explode, silencing their screams in twin bursts of noise. Raynar was tracking the last squad member as he dropped the corpse in his grasp, finally able to reach and draw the heavy blaster on his thigh. Strafing to throw off his opponent’s aim he placed three rounds into the running Mando, dropping him heavily to the ground. As he moved quickly to leave the building he put one last bolt into the warrior’s faceplate, ending the stream of curses escaping the man’s lips.
Raynar was alone on RS-131, stranded and now surrounded by enemies. He was a fugitive on the run from those only that he had called brother only hours ago. It took hours for Raynar to make his way to the landing zone behind the lines, where he stole a jump capable dropship and made his way off-planet. Raynar was no pilot, but he could fly well enough to make it past the unaware Mandalorian fleet. Any ship that had been spaceworthy had been destroyed long ago, and a transmitted safe code had allowed him safe passage long enough to make the jump to hyperspace. As he stared into the void, for the first time in his life Raynar felt truly alone.
Life After the Mandalorians
Raynar jumped from world to world, never stopping long enough to be found. At every location he filled his stores, filled his tanks, and hooked into the newsnets to keep an eye on the grander schemes of the galaxy. After two months of running a report caught his eye. There was a bounty on his head, three million credits for delivery alive, under the charges of fratricide, theft, and of betraying the Mandalorian people. It was accompanied by a holo of him taken during the conquest of RS-128, his eyes looking dark and evil, his body hunched forward as he held a knife in a ready position. This was bad. Very bad.
Eventually he found himself on Chandrila, hiding under an assumed name and in a Border Alliance recruitment station. If he couldn’t fight with his people, at least he could fight for them. He signed up under the assumed name of Leandro Cain, sold the jumpship he had stolen, sent the credits back home to his clan under an anonymous message, and found himself moving through bootcamp at a record pace. For those who had grown surrounded by the warriors of the Mandalorians this was child's play. He graduated basic with honors, and was assigned to a drop company based off the corvette Coruscant's Wrath. He fought for the Border Alliance for several years until he decided that he could do no more good here. At his next re-enlistment date he declined the signing bonus, caught the first transport off world away from Coruscant, and found himself fighting alongside small armies on border worlds against the threat of of those who sought to crush those weaker than them under their boot.
When he could find no worthy battles to fight he went looking for his next challenge. He was once again a soldier without an army. A warrior without a purpose. A man without a cause.
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