Independent Cyrus Solus

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Cyrus Solus

______ "Witchscar"

► SPECIES: Morellian
► GENDER: Male
► AGE: 137 standard years
► HOMEWORLD: Socorro
► FACTION: Independent
► HEIGHT: 1.85 meters
► WEIGHT: 83.9 kilograms
► FORCE-USER: No
► THEME: Theme

Cyrus Solus (better known as "Witchscar") was a male Mandalorian warrior. Trained by a small covert of Mandalorian survivors on Socorro prior to their unfortunate purge, Witchscar now finds himself to be the lone survivor of his enclave. Witchscar is a Mandalorian fundamentalist; adherence to the Resol'nare and a firm belief in the gods of the culture serves as the bedrock of his ideals. Travelling the galaxy in search of others of his kind, he lives his life as a Mandalorian ought: as both hunter and prey; a man who knows his life will be nothing but constant, unremitting war.


BIOGRAPHY

Red.

Reliability. Loyalty. Honor - both for the self and for one's ancestors. These are a Mandalorian's chief virtues. Since my birth into the clan, I was raised on the values of one's word. A Mandalorian who did not live up to their word was a hu'tuun - a coward. To lose one's honor is worse than death. A dishonorable Mandalorian would never join the Manda, would never join their ancestors beyond the grave. Fear of being forbidden from joining the ranks of such storied Mandalorians as those titans who once bestrode a burning galaxy as conquerors keeps us in line; makes us who we are.

The clan elders taught me this ideal, raised me to be a man of my word, no matter the cost. I grew to love the loyalty of my brothers and sisters in the enclave; each one would live and die for the rest of us. We were raised to think of ourselves as a hand. Each of us was a finger, and without the others we were useless. Alone, a finger can't grasp, or control, or form a fist. We are nothing on our own, and everything together. That is the strength of the clan. Brothers all, one indominable heart forged in the fires of death. We would bear the glories of victory together. This was our duty.

Silver.

Mourning the dead. Remembrance for the fallen, but knowing they live within the Manda. I was not on Socorro during the purge of my people. To this day, I feel nothing but shame that I could not be there to die alongside kith and kin. I do not know why or how it all happened, though I do know my people took down ten killers for every Mandalorian that fell in battle. I will never forget the stench of death in the enclave upon my return; bodies were stripped, defiled, piled, and burned as a warning to all who would follow after those who had committed the atrocity. I spent hours recovering the dead and burying them in accordance with our customs so that they might join our ancestors. With each corpse honored, I felt my desire for vengeance grow, my lust for blood increase.

They say the universe plays sick, twisted jokes on us. Solus is Mando’a for ‘one,’ and there I stood as the sole survivor of my enclave, almost as if it was the cruel hand of destiny guiding my story. I was ill from my survival, but my duty to avenge the fallen and exact justice came before my personal feelings. With a final farewell to my home, I set off for the greater galaxy, hot on the trail of the scum who did this to us. I swore it on the graves of the fallen, and that was a vow I would not break.

Black.

Justice. Vindication. That was the Mandalorian way when wronged. We are not a peaceful people; we never could be. Ours is a life of perpetual violence wherever we can get it. If there was nothing to fight, we would fight ourselves until a new challenger arises. We learned to hate a galaxy at peace. A galaxy full of parasites, languishing in the freedom won for them by other, more worthy souls. A galaxy of complacency, ruled by stagnation and sloth. As our ancestors plunged this galaxy into war, so, too, would we strive to force these leeches into battle.

Once a Mandalorian swore vengeance, there was no turning back. They would spend their lives hunting down a single person across the galaxy if it meant bringing them to justice. I knew this ideal all-too-well.

It took me seven years, but I honored my vow. The one thing I remember most about the end of it all was how quiet it was. I said nothing; not when I flew to Tatooine, not when I marched into that pirate compound, and certainly not when I left behind naught but ash. When it was all over, when my people had been avenged, the only thing I remember was the silence of the Dune Sea. There was nothing, not even wind, that violated the sanctity of the moment. It was like the universe had ordained my revenge. I never returned to Socorro - not like I needed to; every Mandalorian who has ever died lived within my soul, watching and judging me for the actions I committed in my life.

As I finished the final strokes of paint on my armor, I took the time to reflect on my life up to this point. I thought I would feel a measure of satisfaction at exacting my vengeance, but I just felt hollow, like it was nothing more than a chore to complete. Even then, I could smell the burning bodies and see the panic in their eyes as they took their final breaths, not even aware of why the angel of death had visited them that fateful day. It didn’t matter anyways. I was freed from my vow, and I had the entire galaxy at my feet, ready to be dominated. The Mandalorian culture achieved definition in conflict - I would find myself in this galaxy, or find myself lacking. If others like me were out there amongst the infinite twinkling stars, then I would need to find them.

Until that day, I am as my name dictates: Solus – one man amongst trillions.

PERSONALITY AND TRAITS

Cyrus, better known as “Witchscar,” is a tall Morellian male of fair complexion and unremarkable looks. To most outsiders, his face is rarely seen, for he wears his armor as if it were his second skin as dictated by the Resol’nare, and its use is as much religious as it is practical. This practice is firmly entrenched as a result of decades of instruction.

Fiercely loyal to his people and his culture, it takes an immense amount of effort for him to warm up to someone he believes to be an “outsider.” Once someone finds themselves on his good side, however, he is willing to go to the ends of the galaxy for them. To that end, he may come across as foolish, but such loyalty is only the case if it coincides with his ideals and serves his interests. At other times, he may seem distant or cold, especially around aruetiise – outsiders. He's especially cold around Force users, who he feels are unnatural and are the result of his "witch scar" across his face.

As a Mandalorian, Witchscar respects straightforwardness, courage, and martial prowess. Cowardice and dishonor are fates worse than death in his eyes, and he is willing to go to extremes if it means avoiding these grim ends. In battle, he is a callous killer, more interested in the glory of combat and the spilling of blood for his god than any other purpose for fighting. The quest for eternal glory means constantly searching out for more and more savage battles, and he’s willing to sell his services for the chance at earning the favor of Kad Ha'rangir.

He has few ambitions beyond the visceral thrill of rending the soft flesh of his enemies and allowing his gods to drink deep the hot blood from their bodies. He craves little more than the utter defeat of all those who stand against him and is relentless in his pursuit of feeding the emptiness of his existence with the frantic screams of those he slays in the name of the Destroyer god.

He has a deep-seated desire for the companionship and closeness that other Mandalorians can offer him. Since the massacre of his enclave, he has constantly searched for meaning in the galaxy, moving from world to world, selling his services as a mercenary and bounty hunter just in the hopes of finding more Mandalorians to spill blood alongside. It is a great big galaxy, and when he’s surrounded by crowds of outsiders is when he feels the most alone.


POWERS AND ABILITIES

Like others of his kind, his talents are firmly nested in the realm of the application and management of violence. He is well-trained in a diverse number of skills related to his lifestyle, chief of which is his strength of arms.

He is trained to use a variety of blasters in combat, though his preference is for the up-close-and-personal nature of blaster pistols, preferring to see his enemy before he kills them. That being said, he’s still an adept sharpshooter and prides himself in his ability to hit targets at range. He thoroughly enjoys the more visceral nature of close quarters combat, often preferring to close the distance using his pistols before engaging his foe in melee, knowing that the shock trooper methods employed by the Mandalorians are enough to send most foes running.

Finally, he is an appropriately-skilled pilot and prefers to do all his flying himself without relying on a droid. Though he lacks Force sensitivity, he still has the honed reflexes of a lifetime warrior, and every flight mission is another opportunity to improve those skills.

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* only if specifically listed in the thread
** all grenades/ammo otherwise hidden in utility pouches
ROLEPLAYS

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I'm liking this Character Already.
 

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I'm trying to even say his name 5 times fast and I'm struggling.
 

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gonna dust this bloke off and do a bit of editing since nothing came of him

hi i'm trying to write on the site again teehee
 
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