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Barr Wren
You know what? This fracking galaxy is a mess. For forty kessing years have I fought in the name of Mandalore and this so-called Border Alliance. There's just no way I'd choose to follow some fancy-pancy senator on Chandrila and their lobsided armchair philosphies on warfare. Grand Army of the Republic be damned, I'm having none of that. Want to know who I deemed worthy enough to follow? Viszla. Ral and Caedryn. Finest and most promising warriors I've seen all my life. I suppose, if there had been anyone worthy to become a true Mand'alor like old, then it was one of them. Without them, what's a free Mandalore worth?
My clan, Wren, were protectors for centuries and always at the front of every battle. Mandalorian warrior culture is our very identity, our blood, our sustenance. Nothing would stop me from continuing that tradition. Not Mand'alor the Unscarred, too weak to set foot on a battlefield and not this young wave of dormant idiots. Conflict encourages development. War causes progress. We, as a people, as a planet, are stalled in irrelevancy. Weakened and overtaken by bureaucracy. Typical then, that I've spend the last decade training other planet's militia's as an instructor on the former Border Alliance bases on Mandalore. We allowed ourselves to be befuddled. Our patrols barely entered Sith space while we watched from the safety of our bunker how the Jedi took the fight to the Sacred Band. How the Jedi fought and killed our sworn enemies. Mandalorians fighting for the Sith were still Mandalorians, perhaps with more gut than me, seeing as they preserved our most ancient culture in a way that was perhaps more brutal, but definately more pronounced.
Instead I watched how control over the armed forces was taken from us, and given to the Core. Fracking Republic and their power-hungry politicians, putting a lap-dog in power as High Commander instead of a more deserving and distinguished commander hailing from Mandalore. Politicians, kessing bastards.
There was just no way I'd answer to some sleazy fat bastard who never shoved a vibro-knife into another man's ribs and watched as the eyes faded to the distinct glare of death. No kessing way. I resigned my commission, no longer a member of the Mandalorian military. Viszla showed me another way. Their attack on the museum proved that they were serious, and I decided to put on my armor for more than ceremonial usage. I figured to let blasters ruin the plates and swords try to cleave their way into my helmet. Let blood flow, I said, as long as it flows for the good fight. The fight to reclaim Mandalore. Naïeve, I deem it now as soon Ral disappeared again and Caedryn retired in favor of a Kyramud proclaiming himself as Mand'alor. Death Watch, bloody dishonorable terrorists. I'd sooner have the exiled clans on Ziost take my homeworld than to see it fall in Kyramud's hands.
__PERSONALITY
Dissatisfied with Mandalorian government and the slipping away of the dominant warrior culture, Barr has over the years become a grumpy individual. He's a tough act to follow, always having expected the absolute best from his recruits whether they were Mandalorians or lazy Coruscanti. The career warriors that trained under him praise his toughness, but those who fail to meet his high standards often blame him for their failure. As a result, security officers often look at him in disgust, as on Mandalore if you failed to join the military as a warrior, you'd get to join ManSec.
__APPEARANCE
Barr has earned to travel the Mandalorian dominion with his back straight and his head held high. His mannerisms and eyes betray that he is a proud professional warrior to his very Core. His CCT-Armor is teal-colored and sports hold-out blasters in both wristguards, as well as an extentable vibro-knife in the right and a grappling hook in his left.. After facing the Jedi Lord in battle on Onderon, Barr has two prosthetics knee-down to replace the missing shins.
__CHARACTER SPECIFICS
NAME | Barr Wren | SPECIES | Human |
HOMEWORLD | Mandalore | STATIONED | Raxus |
FACTION | Mandalorian Dominion | RANK | Supercommando |
FORCE | Negative | STARSHIP | Claw-3 Interceptor |
ROLES | Starpilot | Scout/Sniper | Survivalist |
GEAR | CCT-Armour | Shield Gauntlet | Axis 227 |
__ | Z-4 Jetpack | SA-38G Grenade [2] | F105 Drone |
__ROLEPLAYS
Moff Council EP:2 | Finished
__Barr attends a Moff council as the new Moff of Raxus.
Ball Crashers | Finished
__Barr joins a Gorgon team mission.
The mines of Jabiim | Abandoned
__Darth Andredd enlists Barr for some righteous work.
Raze the Temple | Finished
__During the Invasion of Onderon, Barr faces off against the Jedi Lord.
The Citadel Sacking | Finished
__Barr defends Ziost from overly ambitious freighter captains.
Kyramud the Reclaimer | Finished
__The news of Prudii Kyramud's death reached Barr on Raxus.
Palace Party | Finished
__Barr attends a party in honor of the Reclamation of Mandalore.
Rigid Desert | Finished
__On Tatooine the old warrior reconnects with a younger one.
Freedom of Information | In Progress
__With recent injuries sustained, Barr decided to hit the books.
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