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Urou Brikas
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NAME: Urou Brikas
AGE: 34
SPECIES: Human (Mandalorian)
FACTION: Death Watch
RANK: Punch Man
HEIGHT: 6'5" / 195.6 cm
WEIGHT: 235 lbs / 106.6 kg
HAIR COLOR: Bald/Shaved
EYE COLOR: Brown
MARKINGS:
Scar above left eyebrow
Scar extending from
jaw to cheekbone
FORCE SENSITIVE?: No
STRENGTH:
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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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Mandalorian CCT armor (Other than a lavender trim, the armor is not customized. No jetpack.)
Forged with his clan, after his Verd'goten
1 standard vibrosword
Inherited from his uncle. Durasteel. Necessary repairs are usually made immediately after receiving damage.
1 B-8R blaster pistol
Purchased from a smuggler. Rarely used; keeps unloaded unless about to fight.
UA-8 Jumpers
Purchased from a smuggler. Frequently forgets to reload the cartridges.
1 Thermal Detonator, 1 Supernova grenade
Urou might carry more, should the situation demand it. Will specify in first post.
ATTRIBUTES:
Strength
Urou's physical strength is where the majority of his combat ability lies. His muscles are regularly thoroughly excercised, to maintain said strength, and he often eats about twice what a thinner person might. To put it into perspective, if needed to, he could carry two fully-armored men to safety at once, on his own and with relative ease. When using his preferred weapon, a simple vibroblade, he relies almost entirely on this physical advantage, opting to smash his enemies' defenses rather than work his way around them.
Dexterity
While he is trained somewhat in the usage of blaster rifles, it is nowhere near his strong suit. He knows his way around a firearm, but his marksmanship is shoddy at best. You can hand him a blaster if you want, but expect him to blindly spray at the enemy from behind minimal cover. When it comes to firearms, pistols are his preference, as they take up less space. His use of a vibroblade is fairly unruly, and mostly relies on strength.
Stamina
Urou's stamina is fairly high, due to infrequently over-exerting himself during training in his youth. It may be impossible to outrun his enemies due to his sheer size, but he can sure as hell run longer. Not that he'd ever want to run, though.
Intelligence
One of the lowest of Urou's attributes, his intelligence leaves much to offer. He never cared much about learning things, as his passion was discovered and pursued at a very young age. He didn't need to know anything about anything else, he figured, save for what he personally found interesting. Like war stories. His ability to lockpick is limited to smashing the lock, and his ability to hack terminals is minimal.
Wisdom
Urou's wisdom is very much up for debate. He isn't normally a great choice for a regular person to take advice from, but all of his philosophies are structurally sound. This is because, instead of caring about his own preservation, or anything like that, his philosophies are all geared toward following his ambitions, and doing the things he loves most in life. You know, like punching. Given the chance, he would be the first to try to fistfight a Wookiee.
Charisma
Another difficult thing to rate. Urou's personality is as explosive as a thermal detonator, and he's always full of laughter, but a Mandalorian with a grin the size of Bespin isn't exactly a welcoming sight for anyone who isn't his friend. In fact, for most people, it was probably pretty terrifying.
PERSONALITY AND BIO:
Whenever Urou entered a room, he would burst the doorway, usually accompanied by an explosive laughter. His expression rarely wavered, usually a gigantic grin, and anything that he even remotely liked usually made him laugh, often in inappropriate times. While this may come off as terrifying initially, especially to those who have had negative experiences with his kind, Urou's happiness was genuine. His life is completely satisfying, as a warrior. That is to say, he lived for the thrill of the battle. There was nothing more exciting than the feeling of adrenaline rushing to his head as his life was put up to gamble amidst the chaos of a battlefield.
He believed that his own honorable fighting was of utmost importance, as it would be the key to experiencing "better" fights... Which, to most, meant grueling and extremely dangerous. Especially when it came to fighting against those who didn't fight honorably, or had a heavier arsenal and outnumbered him. His ideals, he believed, were aligned perfectly with the core beliefs of his earliest ancestors. Wrong as he may be, he had convinced himself that ancient Mandalorians shared this feeling and had developed their culture and beliefs around the fighting, with honor only as an important ingredient, and glory as a simple byproduct.
Urou was raised on a farm on Mandalore. His quiet, houseless clan of Brikas had previously lead a relatively peaceful and simple lifestyle. As he grew, he began resenting the nature of his clan; although he loved his fellow clansmen, he would rarely see eye-to-eye with their practices, often criticizing their quiet nature. This caused a dedication to reverse the reputation of his clan, single-handedly, from pacifists to legendary warriors. He'd intended, of course, should he have a son, to raise him that way, hoping that the life his son led would reinforce his own actions to change the clan.
Urou's intense love for fighting began at a very young age; when he was around six years old, he got into his first fistfight, with an older child. The ecstasy he felt as his fist slammed into the other boy's face caused an intense craving for battle, that he carried for the rest of his life. As he stood over his defeated enemy, his grin faded momentarily, as he began to realize that the fight was over. His initial adrenaline gone, all he had wanted was to continue the fight, even though he was exhausted and almost as injured as the boy in front of him. This event sparked his dedication to training, a few years early and significantly more intense than the rest of his clansmen.
Later in life, Urou began work as a bounty hunter. His mostly self-imposed training and Mandalorian armor were more than enough to protect him as he built up his actual combat experience. This also satisfied his lust for combat, at least for a handful of years. But soon enough, the lingering feeling that he should fight, rather than kill, began welling up in his gut. As a bounty hunter, he realized that killing his enemies would also result in them being unable to fight him again, eventually, and this tacked on another distaste for his current job. He began sparing lives when he could, especially strong fighters, solely based on the sliver of a chance that their fists would clash again one day. Of course, if his orders were explicit in killing the target, he showed no hesitation when doing so, as bitter as it might taste.
Despite his blatant lack of intelligence, the array of languages he spoke was vast, ranging from the more appropriate Basic and Huttese, to some relatively obscure languages, such as his native tongue Mando'a, Rodese, or Ithorese. He even understood even a bit of Shyriiwook, but that one confused him quite a bit. His job description called for a number of languages to be learned, and, after being fed up with having to bring along a translator, he took it upon himself to learn these languages in his spare time. Of course, he spoke each of these languages with the thick Mandalorian accent he'd never bothered to shake off, and replacing words infrequently with their Basic or Mando'a counterparts.
Soon enough, he quit the life of a bounty hunter, as the growing displeasure with the job description weighed down his shoulders. He returned to Mandalore for a brief period of time, deciding to look for work as a mercenary, to suit his need for combat, and was quickly hired for his two apparent skills.
THREADS:
Touchdown
Urou, along with Prudii Kyramud and Chos Zyroth, attempt to kidnap a Sith Lord and two Sacred Band commanders.
Under Arrest
Accompanied by Aria Deece, Urou is dispatched to decimate the local police force of Roon's capital city.
No Mando'a
Urou dons a facade as a member of the Sacred Band of Ziost, clad in borrowed armor and weaponry, and assists the Mand'alor in a terrorist attack at Keldabe Spaceport.
Drinks Out for Ha'rangir
Urou attends a laid-back party for Death Watch's high-tier soldiers, eats too much miscellaneous alien meat, and promptly gets sick.
Getting to the Other Side
Urou accompanies Vosh Deo to liberate an important package from a maximum-security prison.
NAME: Urou Brikas
AGE: 34
SPECIES: Human (Mandalorian)
FACTION: Death Watch
RANK: Punch Man
HEIGHT: 6'5" / 195.6 cm
WEIGHT: 235 lbs / 106.6 kg
HAIR COLOR: Bald/Shaved
EYE COLOR: Brown
MARKINGS:
Scar above left eyebrow
Scar extending from
jaw to cheekbone
FORCE SENSITIVE?: No
STRENGTH:
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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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Mandalorian CCT armor (Other than a lavender trim, the armor is not customized. No jetpack.)
Forged with his clan, after his Verd'goten
1 standard vibrosword
Inherited from his uncle. Durasteel. Necessary repairs are usually made immediately after receiving damage.
1 B-8R blaster pistol
Purchased from a smuggler. Rarely used; keeps unloaded unless about to fight.
UA-8 Jumpers
Purchased from a smuggler. Frequently forgets to reload the cartridges.
1 Thermal Detonator, 1 Supernova grenade
Urou might carry more, should the situation demand it. Will specify in first post.
ATTRIBUTES:
Strength
Urou's physical strength is where the majority of his combat ability lies. His muscles are regularly thoroughly excercised, to maintain said strength, and he often eats about twice what a thinner person might. To put it into perspective, if needed to, he could carry two fully-armored men to safety at once, on his own and with relative ease. When using his preferred weapon, a simple vibroblade, he relies almost entirely on this physical advantage, opting to smash his enemies' defenses rather than work his way around them.
Dexterity
While he is trained somewhat in the usage of blaster rifles, it is nowhere near his strong suit. He knows his way around a firearm, but his marksmanship is shoddy at best. You can hand him a blaster if you want, but expect him to blindly spray at the enemy from behind minimal cover. When it comes to firearms, pistols are his preference, as they take up less space. His use of a vibroblade is fairly unruly, and mostly relies on strength.
Stamina
Urou's stamina is fairly high, due to infrequently over-exerting himself during training in his youth. It may be impossible to outrun his enemies due to his sheer size, but he can sure as hell run longer. Not that he'd ever want to run, though.
Intelligence
One of the lowest of Urou's attributes, his intelligence leaves much to offer. He never cared much about learning things, as his passion was discovered and pursued at a very young age. He didn't need to know anything about anything else, he figured, save for what he personally found interesting. Like war stories. His ability to lockpick is limited to smashing the lock, and his ability to hack terminals is minimal.
Wisdom
Urou's wisdom is very much up for debate. He isn't normally a great choice for a regular person to take advice from, but all of his philosophies are structurally sound. This is because, instead of caring about his own preservation, or anything like that, his philosophies are all geared toward following his ambitions, and doing the things he loves most in life. You know, like punching. Given the chance, he would be the first to try to fistfight a Wookiee.
Charisma
Another difficult thing to rate. Urou's personality is as explosive as a thermal detonator, and he's always full of laughter, but a Mandalorian with a grin the size of Bespin isn't exactly a welcoming sight for anyone who isn't his friend. In fact, for most people, it was probably pretty terrifying.
PERSONALITY AND BIO:
Whenever Urou entered a room, he would burst the doorway, usually accompanied by an explosive laughter. His expression rarely wavered, usually a gigantic grin, and anything that he even remotely liked usually made him laugh, often in inappropriate times. While this may come off as terrifying initially, especially to those who have had negative experiences with his kind, Urou's happiness was genuine. His life is completely satisfying, as a warrior. That is to say, he lived for the thrill of the battle. There was nothing more exciting than the feeling of adrenaline rushing to his head as his life was put up to gamble amidst the chaos of a battlefield.
He believed that his own honorable fighting was of utmost importance, as it would be the key to experiencing "better" fights... Which, to most, meant grueling and extremely dangerous. Especially when it came to fighting against those who didn't fight honorably, or had a heavier arsenal and outnumbered him. His ideals, he believed, were aligned perfectly with the core beliefs of his earliest ancestors. Wrong as he may be, he had convinced himself that ancient Mandalorians shared this feeling and had developed their culture and beliefs around the fighting, with honor only as an important ingredient, and glory as a simple byproduct.
Urou was raised on a farm on Mandalore. His quiet, houseless clan of Brikas had previously lead a relatively peaceful and simple lifestyle. As he grew, he began resenting the nature of his clan; although he loved his fellow clansmen, he would rarely see eye-to-eye with their practices, often criticizing their quiet nature. This caused a dedication to reverse the reputation of his clan, single-handedly, from pacifists to legendary warriors. He'd intended, of course, should he have a son, to raise him that way, hoping that the life his son led would reinforce his own actions to change the clan.
Urou's intense love for fighting began at a very young age; when he was around six years old, he got into his first fistfight, with an older child. The ecstasy he felt as his fist slammed into the other boy's face caused an intense craving for battle, that he carried for the rest of his life. As he stood over his defeated enemy, his grin faded momentarily, as he began to realize that the fight was over. His initial adrenaline gone, all he had wanted was to continue the fight, even though he was exhausted and almost as injured as the boy in front of him. This event sparked his dedication to training, a few years early and significantly more intense than the rest of his clansmen.
Later in life, Urou began work as a bounty hunter. His mostly self-imposed training and Mandalorian armor were more than enough to protect him as he built up his actual combat experience. This also satisfied his lust for combat, at least for a handful of years. But soon enough, the lingering feeling that he should fight, rather than kill, began welling up in his gut. As a bounty hunter, he realized that killing his enemies would also result in them being unable to fight him again, eventually, and this tacked on another distaste for his current job. He began sparing lives when he could, especially strong fighters, solely based on the sliver of a chance that their fists would clash again one day. Of course, if his orders were explicit in killing the target, he showed no hesitation when doing so, as bitter as it might taste.
Despite his blatant lack of intelligence, the array of languages he spoke was vast, ranging from the more appropriate Basic and Huttese, to some relatively obscure languages, such as his native tongue Mando'a, Rodese, or Ithorese. He even understood even a bit of Shyriiwook, but that one confused him quite a bit. His job description called for a number of languages to be learned, and, after being fed up with having to bring along a translator, he took it upon himself to learn these languages in his spare time. Of course, he spoke each of these languages with the thick Mandalorian accent he'd never bothered to shake off, and replacing words infrequently with their Basic or Mando'a counterparts.
Soon enough, he quit the life of a bounty hunter, as the growing displeasure with the job description weighed down his shoulders. He returned to Mandalore for a brief period of time, deciding to look for work as a mercenary, to suit his need for combat, and was quickly hired for his two apparent skills.
THREADS:
Touchdown
Urou, along with Prudii Kyramud and Chos Zyroth, attempt to kidnap a Sith Lord and two Sacred Band commanders.
Under Arrest
Accompanied by Aria Deece, Urou is dispatched to decimate the local police force of Roon's capital city.
No Mando'a
Urou dons a facade as a member of the Sacred Band of Ziost, clad in borrowed armor and weaponry, and assists the Mand'alor in a terrorist attack at Keldabe Spaceport.
Drinks Out for Ha'rangir
Urou attends a laid-back party for Death Watch's high-tier soldiers, eats too much miscellaneous alien meat, and promptly gets sick.
Getting to the Other Side
Urou accompanies Vosh Deo to liberate an important package from a maximum-security prison.
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