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NAME
Te'Veen H'Ful
Faction
Mandalorian Dominion
RANK
Super Commando
SPECIES
Human
AGE
28
GENDER
Male
FORCE SENSITIVE
No
APPEARANCE
Te'Veen stands at about six-foot one, with a muscular build. He's blond, with hair that extends past his shoulders and a short beard. His eyes are a stormy grey color and are almond shaped. His face is normally in a scowl, as if he were disgusted about every aspect of his life. He's got piercings in his ears lobes, despite them being uncomfortable under his helmet.
His body is riddled with small scars, the largest being a series of burn marks across his chest.
ATTRIBUTES
Physically, Te'Veen is much like your average soldier. He's strong, but favors speed and maneuverability over raw strength. He's very alert and observant of his surroundings, with quick reflexes. He's got high endurance, allowing him to stay very mobile during a fight without tiring quickly.
As for intelligence, Te'Veen's area of expertise applies to the battlefield. He's an accomplished marksman, capable of long range shots. (Though he prefers firefights.) He's a great brawler, whom utilizes his environment effectively, as well as very basic Echani. Te'Veen knows how to effectively use explosives and other support weapons, however more complex weapons such as heavy artillery and anti-air guns are foreign to him.
Outside of combat, Te'Veen knows very little useful information. His medical knowledge is just your basic field medicine. It works well enough to keep someone alive, but he's certainly no doctor. He knows very little about mechanics, computers, or even piloting. He's certainly got the whole ' Boots on the Ground' mentality.
PERSONALITY
Te'Veen matured at a very early age. He wasn't very old when he realized that the big ol' galaxy he lived in was a rough place. Fairy Tales with happy ending don't come true. The good guys don't always win. More often than not, heroes end up dead. That just how life is, and Te'Veen figured this out when he was still young, and since then he hasn't had any reason to change his mind. As such, he's definitely a pessimist, which also means he's always prepared for the worst.
As he has joined up with the Dominion, Te'Veen very quickly developed an attitude of ambition and competitiveness towards his new comrades. Not only does he want to be on par with the others, Te'Veen is determined to prove that he is better than those that grew up in the culture. This competitor nature also contributes to a distinct stubbornness to assimilate into the new culture he's found himself in. Te'Veen wants to be the best, but he wants to be the best his way.
BIOGRAPHY
Tatoooine. It's a planet of dust and sand. Backwater and savage, that's the only way to describe the place. It's where heroes and villains come to fade away, drinking away their glory with cheap liquor bought from dirty cantinas. The place is hardly suitable to raise a child. It's wild and dangerous with trouble lurking around every corner. However, the twin suns are perfect for trailblazing the path of a soldier.
Life would not be easy for a child of the sand, raised by the scorching suns. Every day would be a battle. If lost, death would follow. If won, another day of struggle would be Te'Veen's only reward.
Te'Veen was born to a prostitute amidst the hustle and bustle of Mos Eisly. His mother was addicted to spice. Add her drunken tendencies on top of that, and you've got quite the parental figure. The woman was useless as a provider. Te'Veen received little to no love from the whore. Instead, Te'Veen's upbringing was taken upon by a man by the name of Kanan.
Kanan was the owner of the brothel Te'Veen's mother worked at. The man wasn't particularly loving, nor was he anything else a father should be, but he at least provided Te'Veen with the bare minimum for survival. This, like all things, came with a price. Little Te'Veen had to work for his living, luring men and women into back alleys so Kanan and his goons could snatch them up, shipping them away into a life of hardship, living as slaves.
The little boy would stand on street corners, shouting for help, calling for strangers to help him find his 'mummy'. Little Te'Veen, with his big blue eyes, was the perfect bait for the young and naive. Countless young men and women were ripped from their lives, their families, their own children; but Te'Veen was none the wiser. After all, he was too young to understand what he was doing. He just knew that if he did as Kanan asked, he'd be given food and a warm place to sleep...
This coalition would only last for so long. Te'Veen's innocent look may have worked when he was young and childish, but as he grew older, he lost those special qualities. Kanan, who had no use for a ten year old boy, kicked him to the streets. He was on his own now, it was survival of the fittest.
Mos Eisly is known for the smuggling, and the organized crime syndicates that seem to run the planet, but rarely is it ever spoke of when associated with pick pockets. Thievery. How else was a ten year old boy supposed to survive in one of the most dangerous cities of the galaxy? It's not like Te'Veen could just get a job somewhere. He'd be dead in a week, caught up in some robbery, or used as target practice by a pack of foul-mouthed brutes. No. Te'Veen was a survivor, and if he had to steal to get his meal, then that's what he'd do. Te'Veen very quickly became very skilled as a pick-pocket. The little fingers of a pre-teen proved useful when fishing through the purses of strangers. But no one's perfect. Te'Veen was caught on occasion, especially when he first started. No one is ever happy to find a child fishing through their valuable, and on Mos Eisly, it was dangerous to be caught doing something like that. This facilitated a need to grow quickly. Te'Veen had to be quick on his feet to escape the angry men and woman. He had to be able to disappear into the crowds of the markets. Most of all, he needed to be able to take a beating when all else failed. He had to be tough, quick, and clever. This was Te'Veen's informal initiation into the life of a soldier
As Te'Veen grew, so did his ambitions. By the time he was fourteen, he'd decided he was sick of living on the dustball. There was nothing for him here, no where to advance himself, unless of course he was considering joining up with one of the crime syndicates. Te'Veen's solution? Escape. He didn't care how he had to do it. Te'Veen was getting off the planet one way or another. Even if he had to stowaway...which he did...
Frizzre Durnagan. A Rodian, whom stood as the head of a unskilled, but large bounty hunting gang. The Vandals. That's what they liked to call themselves, as they roamed the galaxy snatching up criminals to turn them in for their bounties. It was their ship that Te'Veen snuck onto, hiding away in the cargo hold like a hermit in a cave. He lasted three weeks down there. He probably would've lasted longer if it weren't for the smell of his waste. He was found by a pair of Wookiees organizing the cargo. When he presence was made known to Frizzre, Te'Veen was simply given a job. A janitor, that's all he was, though the idiots decided to give him a blaster for security reasons. (As if a fourteen year old with a gun is going to make any situation better?)
He served two years on the ship, eventually leaving behind his janitorial duties in favor of a more combative role. Te'Veen frequently followed The Vandals around, all the while getting better with that blaster of his. (Though it'd been upgraded to a rifle by this time.) He proved himself to be invaluable to group. He was just ambitious enough to work harder than anyone else, and yet just wise enough to realize he had to follow orders. More often than not, Te'Veen thrived where older, more experienced hunters struggled. The wild chaos of a gunfight felt like home, like one of the numerous times he'd been forced to jump cover to cover, avoiding blaster fire. Whereas the initial hunt for their targets gave him a rush. It was nice to be in control for once, instead of running like prey.
Having now made some credits, Te'Veen left The Vandals when they docked in Coruscant. Now that he'd found the thrill that came with combat, Te'Veen went straight into the planet's military force, later being redeployed as a part of The Grand Army of The Republic, in what would be a vain attempt to stop the coming onslaught...
He fought valiantly. He really did. He was courageous. Strong. Smart. Skilled. Everything a soldier should be. And yet time and time again they were beaten back by the rising Empire. Traitors on Mandalore rebelled against the republic only making matters worse. The Young Dominion aided the Sith in their conquest before starting their own wars. Bit by bit, The Republic fell apart. It seemed like no matter how hard they fought, no matter how many they killed. The Sith just kept on coming.
He was twenty-three when the senate was destroyed, with the Republic following in its demise. Te'Veen found himself in quite the predicament. Te'Veen was presented with a few choices. He could simply walk away. Escape to the Outer Rim and live out the rest of his life as a Bounty hunter or something. He could keep fighting for a Dead Republic, where he'll struggle every day against a stronger foe while all the while being hunted, or he could join up with the Mandalorians...Sure, they weren't the Republic, but he'd be well armed, well fed, and provided with a chance to strike back at the Sith. So after five years Te'Veen finally gave up on the Dream that could've been the Republic, abandoning his ideals, morals, and ethics in favor of the Mandalorian way...
GEAR
MandalArms TRA Armour, equipped with wrist mounted missiles.
Merr Son Tactical Repeater Rifle
SA-21 Sunspear
ROLE-PLAYS
None yet.
(If someone could please tag whoever I need to accept this, I'd appreciate it. Also wouldn't mind any criticism you may have...)
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