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NAME: Ekbar Drooror (His last name originally was Drooror, but changed his name to Kelborn after being adopted by his new Mando family.)
FACTION: Mandalorians, Clan Kelborn
RANK: E-1 (Recruit)
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 25
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5''7
WEIGHT: 196lbs
FORCE SENSITIVE: N/A
APPEARANCE:
Ekbar has a slightly chubby but average build, he has a scratch on the right side of his face where the kowakian monkey-lizard attacked him on Nal Hutta. He had a few bruises and bite marks coming from his assailants at a bar he got drunk in, some parts of his hair looked shaved or balding since he had to go off the grid after causing such a ruckus. He has a birth-mark on the back of his shoulder, it looks like a crudely, splotched penmanship of the letter 'E'. He has a slightly dark skin complexion. Finally, the left side of his face has a mole. He has a scruffy hair and facial hair style.
He had some scars on his back and front from the whoopings he took after trying to fight two goons at a bar just to get in. He also has some scorch marks on his feet after stepping into a hot fireplace and using it to invite a unholy blaze of hell between his assailant's crotch as his last resort of escaping.
He wears his medium iron carapace whenever he feels like running off into the distance where he is aware that enemies are in proximity and because he believes heavy armor slows him down despite making up for it by being tankable.
He has long arms and big enough hands for throwing knives efficiently.
ATTRIBUTES:
Despite Ekbar's slightly chubby and average build, he can run a considerable amount of meters without even losing his breath or tiring out. However, he isn't the most able person at keeping his composure after running so long, he can sometimes trip or collapse out of clumsiness. Making him vulnerable for enemies nearby. His strength has been exaggerated enough to get men to either fear him or want to kick him into a new set of armor and enough to get an escort from women. However, he has been able to hold off at most 2 men in a local bar fight, mainly because the crowd around him can be his best distraction.
Ekbar is also a very dexterious, swift and sneaky person despite his build, with his armor being flexible and strong enough to protect him, he is able to run through obstacles, scale walls and parkour just fast enough to evade authorities. When any situation requires stealth, nimbleness and most importantly awareness of his victims in the same room, he is able to picklock through simplistic lock structures on various doors and sneak his way through distracted enemies or idling bystanders. He manages to steal anything of value enough to get him a drink at the bar or a night in a motel nearby.
When he isn't busy robbing people's humble abodes, he often uses his charisma and smooth talking skills to bribe, manipulate and convince people. Lying often to get what he wants, so he is by no means an unintelligent person.
Being able to sneak through enemies enables him to attack privately and swiftly without attracting attention.
PERSONALITY:
Ekbar's a cunning, vile and sometimes reckless individual. Often committing crimes for different people mostly for some credits but as well as the adrenaline rush that comes with it. He cares little about the people he's hurt or killed in order to get what he wants or to simply avert a problem meeting his life. He has this superficial charm or sense of grandeur when he isn't out robbing, blasting or humiliating and outrunning foes.
Often using it to his advantage to get away with manipulating, cheating and laughing behind their backs as they helplessly wonder what happened to their stack of credit chips they had left in their compartments and most importantly, who was to blame for it. He tries his best to get into his victim's conscience and wonder what they are thinking about to later use it as weapon to emotionally wound them and to keep them off their guard.
Unfortunately for the victim, he's long gone. Into the night and hell, he wouldn't mind doing it again but this time in front of them.
Ekbar, never wanted any friends. He always kept the tiniest thing to himself, giving little intimacy to any of his patrons. Even if he does, what are the odds of that being the truth?
If he finds out he is in a situation he cannot weasel himself out of, he instantly blames it on the person next to him. If that didn't work, he would have to create a distraction or lash out at the ones who he believed had wronged him.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on Nal Hutta, where crime runs rampant. There lived a boy named Ekbar, he had a quirk for getting in trouble almost every time.
The truth is, the boy had no choice since he had no mother, or at least, she was apparently no-where to be found and his father was an alcoholic with the only known communication he had ever given was inviting his fist into the boy's face. The only nicest compliment he ever received from his father was for the fact that he had a punching bag to take it out on through his alcoholic fueled fantasies. However, there were nights were he felt bliss for the first time in a while. He used the time to mutilate small animals as a way to vent his pent up hatred and frustration, he soon went from simple animal mutilation to committing serious crimes such as theft or burglary, breaking and entering, vandalism of property, disorderly conduct, fraud, and harassment but, he wasn't caught fortunately.
When he grew up at the age of 19, he started causing bars to erupt into violence, either by just simple manipulation techniques or by just fabricating lies. The trick that Ekbar always knew was that manipulation was initially tricking people into believing you have their answers in the palm of your hands. He liked the idea of causing mayhem just by saying the wrong thing to the wrong crowd onto a helpless bystander, but he started to feel, empty. As if a void took place in his soul, that was when it happened.
A group of peculiar men cladded in lighter looking armor entered the bar, they didn't speak when they entered. An awkward silence was underway as most of the patrons at the bar just stared idly by at the figures that just walked in. Ekbar, who was just sitting by the Cantina's counter on a stool didn't look all too interested. In fact, he stared coldly into his glass of brandy. That was until one of them spoke..
"Alright! Let us make this clear, we aren't your enemies. We are simply here for inspection, there is a Twi'liek of the name Cara Hylunda, blue. Her Lekku is considerably short contrasting her age. Nobody moves, nobody get's hurt..so, which is it going to be?"
Ekbar, who once wore an emotionless, blank stare, grew into a manic, sadistic smile. He quickly looked around the room, scanning for the person described. He suddenly saw one of the Twi'liek strippers already dismissing herself, furrowing his brow, he got up and fled to the exit. That was when he heard--
'Hey! that means you too, boy!"
Ekbar, vexed up. Turned around calmly stating:
"Bite me metal head."
The man slowly approached him, soon he met the boy at eye level through his strange mask.
"Or what exactly, child?"
That was when Ekbar threw a beer bottle of the brandy into another bar patron's head. The man turned around to meet the gaze of the boy, it was clear on his face that he wasn't in the mood to teach people a popular game of 'Breaking your Spine 101', who he in turn, quickly gestured towards the man in the armor. The angered man tackled the man in the armor with a beer bottle breaking it into the man cladded in strange armor's mask. Ekbar got up, he knew where this was going and so he fled the scene finally, he payed no attention to the ongoing commotion in the back ground.
Snickering to himself, he looked at the credits he just looted from the man clad in armor. Another easy score, he thought. He then looked at the Dirk-Slug Pistol he looted from the man and wandered into the night, searching for his new found quarry.
"Now, where did you head off to?"
He asked himself as he suddenly heard a scream, his smile grew wider into a malevolent grin. He ran swiftly as he could into the direction of the commotion, scaling some walls and buildings while at it. That was when, he saw the woman-- no, not just a woman the same Twi'liek from the bar! Not only that, she was getting mugged, how convenient.
He slowly descended on the ground, aimed it into the back of the mugger's head. He reacted quickly and disarmed Ekbar, stabbed his leg with a Bayonet and slashed his chest with some other sharp object. Trying to get on his feet laying on his front he got slashed again, this time to the back. He couldn't see clearly who it was as the wounds started to settle into his mind, using what ever energy he had left, picked up the pistol and shot it at the man's arm. However, it missed and instead landed into the Twi'liek's chest instead and caved into her lungs. She could feel her life slipping away as her fruitless gasps of air were had, she plopped on the ground, motionless.
The mugger picked Ekbar, who was practically bleeding onto his hands, staining them. He started to choke the foolish boy for getting into business that wasn't his. He could feel himself slip into and out of consciousness, the only thing he could do was chuckle. Then, suddenly....
The man met a blaster shot into the back of his head, the grip on the poor boy's windpipe was released. Making him plop down as well onto the floor, right beside the boy.
"Funny.."
He stated..
"I was aiming there as well."
He laughed wildly as the night took over and then blacked out. Later he woke up, stitches around his back and front were visible. He felt a hangover, the events of last night becoming a breeze. He found bandages around his arm and feet. He looked up into the glass, it seemed like he was outside.
Of his home planet, neat. On a ship it seems like, a man cladded in armor approached him. Was he going to jail? He didn't do anything wrong, well at least not in their conduct. His thoughts were soon silenced by a strange hypnotizing voice:
"You have had quite the delight down there.."
The figure said, looking back he didn't miss his old home anyway. That was when he landed on Concord Dawn, he knew exactly where this was going.
"We could use someone of your specialty, join our family, be one of us. One of the Kelborn."
"I've heard about you people, Mandalorians eh?"
The person cladded in orange and black armor shaked her head in unamused. He/she then spoke:
"Not just any Mandalorians, we operate differently than the usual run and gun tactics. Specializing in Deception and operating in darkness, we endure through the pain and hardships. For our clan. Now, the question still remains. Are you with us or not?"
Ekbar felt, pretty ecstatic. The amount of death and destruction he can cause to his enemies and he can even do it in secret like never before, with the help of his new 'family'.
"I accept."
That was all Ekbar said, nothing else was said by the group he came off board with, he didn't feel like there needed to be an answer either. He decided to stick around, days turned to weeks, then months and then years as he was trained. That was when at the age of 25, he seemed to be ready.
Now, normally Ekbar wasn't one for following rules or orders, but he would have to long enough in order to gain their trust. Even though he wasn't acting as normal as the rest of them were, often getting himself into trouble. He learned to adjust into the customs of the Mandalorians, soon shaping him to be one of the Kelborn family.
SKILLS : Nal Hutta hardened Ekbar into a brutal, nearly remorseless, person, he is commonly a good marksman when it came to using Rifles and Pistols. Not great entirely however since he can miss a few shots if the target happens to be on the run and extremely resourceful, but he can shoot inanimate objects pretty fine.
That is why he prefers stealth, he is also specializes at using and wielding knifes for small tasks and for offing an enemy effectively, he is able to manipulate people enough into getting what he wants and convincing them to even commit crimes themselves. He is also able to pickpocket or loot unsuspecting people, with some time and planning of course.
GEAR:
ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A
RELATIONSHIPS: He doesn't really care so much about relationships as long as it gets him what he wants in the end of it all.
SHIP: VT-1100 Light Freighter
DROIDS: N/A
PETS: N/A
KILLS:
N/A
COMBAT: N/A
FACTION: Mandalorians, Clan Kelborn
RANK: E-1 (Recruit)
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 25
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5''7
WEIGHT: 196lbs
FORCE SENSITIVE: N/A
APPEARANCE:
Ekbar has a slightly chubby but average build, he has a scratch on the right side of his face where the kowakian monkey-lizard attacked him on Nal Hutta. He had a few bruises and bite marks coming from his assailants at a bar he got drunk in, some parts of his hair looked shaved or balding since he had to go off the grid after causing such a ruckus. He has a birth-mark on the back of his shoulder, it looks like a crudely, splotched penmanship of the letter 'E'. He has a slightly dark skin complexion. Finally, the left side of his face has a mole. He has a scruffy hair and facial hair style.
He had some scars on his back and front from the whoopings he took after trying to fight two goons at a bar just to get in. He also has some scorch marks on his feet after stepping into a hot fireplace and using it to invite a unholy blaze of hell between his assailant's crotch as his last resort of escaping.
He wears his medium iron carapace whenever he feels like running off into the distance where he is aware that enemies are in proximity and because he believes heavy armor slows him down despite making up for it by being tankable.
He has long arms and big enough hands for throwing knives efficiently.
ATTRIBUTES:
Despite Ekbar's slightly chubby and average build, he can run a considerable amount of meters without even losing his breath or tiring out. However, he isn't the most able person at keeping his composure after running so long, he can sometimes trip or collapse out of clumsiness. Making him vulnerable for enemies nearby. His strength has been exaggerated enough to get men to either fear him or want to kick him into a new set of armor and enough to get an escort from women. However, he has been able to hold off at most 2 men in a local bar fight, mainly because the crowd around him can be his best distraction.
Ekbar is also a very dexterious, swift and sneaky person despite his build, with his armor being flexible and strong enough to protect him, he is able to run through obstacles, scale walls and parkour just fast enough to evade authorities. When any situation requires stealth, nimbleness and most importantly awareness of his victims in the same room, he is able to picklock through simplistic lock structures on various doors and sneak his way through distracted enemies or idling bystanders. He manages to steal anything of value enough to get him a drink at the bar or a night in a motel nearby.
When he isn't busy robbing people's humble abodes, he often uses his charisma and smooth talking skills to bribe, manipulate and convince people. Lying often to get what he wants, so he is by no means an unintelligent person.
Being able to sneak through enemies enables him to attack privately and swiftly without attracting attention.
PERSONALITY:
Ekbar's a cunning, vile and sometimes reckless individual. Often committing crimes for different people mostly for some credits but as well as the adrenaline rush that comes with it. He cares little about the people he's hurt or killed in order to get what he wants or to simply avert a problem meeting his life. He has this superficial charm or sense of grandeur when he isn't out robbing, blasting or humiliating and outrunning foes.
Often using it to his advantage to get away with manipulating, cheating and laughing behind their backs as they helplessly wonder what happened to their stack of credit chips they had left in their compartments and most importantly, who was to blame for it. He tries his best to get into his victim's conscience and wonder what they are thinking about to later use it as weapon to emotionally wound them and to keep them off their guard.
Unfortunately for the victim, he's long gone. Into the night and hell, he wouldn't mind doing it again but this time in front of them.
Ekbar, never wanted any friends. He always kept the tiniest thing to himself, giving little intimacy to any of his patrons. Even if he does, what are the odds of that being the truth?
If he finds out he is in a situation he cannot weasel himself out of, he instantly blames it on the person next to him. If that didn't work, he would have to create a distraction or lash out at the ones who he believed had wronged him.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on Nal Hutta, where crime runs rampant. There lived a boy named Ekbar, he had a quirk for getting in trouble almost every time.
The truth is, the boy had no choice since he had no mother, or at least, she was apparently no-where to be found and his father was an alcoholic with the only known communication he had ever given was inviting his fist into the boy's face. The only nicest compliment he ever received from his father was for the fact that he had a punching bag to take it out on through his alcoholic fueled fantasies. However, there were nights were he felt bliss for the first time in a while. He used the time to mutilate small animals as a way to vent his pent up hatred and frustration, he soon went from simple animal mutilation to committing serious crimes such as theft or burglary, breaking and entering, vandalism of property, disorderly conduct, fraud, and harassment but, he wasn't caught fortunately.
When he grew up at the age of 19, he started causing bars to erupt into violence, either by just simple manipulation techniques or by just fabricating lies. The trick that Ekbar always knew was that manipulation was initially tricking people into believing you have their answers in the palm of your hands. He liked the idea of causing mayhem just by saying the wrong thing to the wrong crowd onto a helpless bystander, but he started to feel, empty. As if a void took place in his soul, that was when it happened.
A group of peculiar men cladded in lighter looking armor entered the bar, they didn't speak when they entered. An awkward silence was underway as most of the patrons at the bar just stared idly by at the figures that just walked in. Ekbar, who was just sitting by the Cantina's counter on a stool didn't look all too interested. In fact, he stared coldly into his glass of brandy. That was until one of them spoke..
"Alright! Let us make this clear, we aren't your enemies. We are simply here for inspection, there is a Twi'liek of the name Cara Hylunda, blue. Her Lekku is considerably short contrasting her age. Nobody moves, nobody get's hurt..so, which is it going to be?"
Ekbar, who once wore an emotionless, blank stare, grew into a manic, sadistic smile. He quickly looked around the room, scanning for the person described. He suddenly saw one of the Twi'liek strippers already dismissing herself, furrowing his brow, he got up and fled to the exit. That was when he heard--
'Hey! that means you too, boy!"
Ekbar, vexed up. Turned around calmly stating:
"Bite me metal head."
The man slowly approached him, soon he met the boy at eye level through his strange mask.
"Or what exactly, child?"
That was when Ekbar threw a beer bottle of the brandy into another bar patron's head. The man turned around to meet the gaze of the boy, it was clear on his face that he wasn't in the mood to teach people a popular game of 'Breaking your Spine 101', who he in turn, quickly gestured towards the man in the armor. The angered man tackled the man in the armor with a beer bottle breaking it into the man cladded in strange armor's mask. Ekbar got up, he knew where this was going and so he fled the scene finally, he payed no attention to the ongoing commotion in the back ground.
Snickering to himself, he looked at the credits he just looted from the man clad in armor. Another easy score, he thought. He then looked at the Dirk-Slug Pistol he looted from the man and wandered into the night, searching for his new found quarry.
"Now, where did you head off to?"
He asked himself as he suddenly heard a scream, his smile grew wider into a malevolent grin. He ran swiftly as he could into the direction of the commotion, scaling some walls and buildings while at it. That was when, he saw the woman-- no, not just a woman the same Twi'liek from the bar! Not only that, she was getting mugged, how convenient.
He slowly descended on the ground, aimed it into the back of the mugger's head. He reacted quickly and disarmed Ekbar, stabbed his leg with a Bayonet and slashed his chest with some other sharp object. Trying to get on his feet laying on his front he got slashed again, this time to the back. He couldn't see clearly who it was as the wounds started to settle into his mind, using what ever energy he had left, picked up the pistol and shot it at the man's arm. However, it missed and instead landed into the Twi'liek's chest instead and caved into her lungs. She could feel her life slipping away as her fruitless gasps of air were had, she plopped on the ground, motionless.
The mugger picked Ekbar, who was practically bleeding onto his hands, staining them. He started to choke the foolish boy for getting into business that wasn't his. He could feel himself slip into and out of consciousness, the only thing he could do was chuckle. Then, suddenly....
The man met a blaster shot into the back of his head, the grip on the poor boy's windpipe was released. Making him plop down as well onto the floor, right beside the boy.
"Funny.."
He stated..
"I was aiming there as well."
He laughed wildly as the night took over and then blacked out. Later he woke up, stitches around his back and front were visible. He felt a hangover, the events of last night becoming a breeze. He found bandages around his arm and feet. He looked up into the glass, it seemed like he was outside.
Of his home planet, neat. On a ship it seems like, a man cladded in armor approached him. Was he going to jail? He didn't do anything wrong, well at least not in their conduct. His thoughts were soon silenced by a strange hypnotizing voice:
"You have had quite the delight down there.."
The figure said, looking back he didn't miss his old home anyway. That was when he landed on Concord Dawn, he knew exactly where this was going.
"We could use someone of your specialty, join our family, be one of us. One of the Kelborn."
"I've heard about you people, Mandalorians eh?"
The person cladded in orange and black armor shaked her head in unamused. He/she then spoke:
"Not just any Mandalorians, we operate differently than the usual run and gun tactics. Specializing in Deception and operating in darkness, we endure through the pain and hardships. For our clan. Now, the question still remains. Are you with us or not?"
Ekbar felt, pretty ecstatic. The amount of death and destruction he can cause to his enemies and he can even do it in secret like never before, with the help of his new 'family'.
"I accept."
That was all Ekbar said, nothing else was said by the group he came off board with, he didn't feel like there needed to be an answer either. He decided to stick around, days turned to weeks, then months and then years as he was trained. That was when at the age of 25, he seemed to be ready.
Now, normally Ekbar wasn't one for following rules or orders, but he would have to long enough in order to gain their trust. Even though he wasn't acting as normal as the rest of them were, often getting himself into trouble. He learned to adjust into the customs of the Mandalorians, soon shaping him to be one of the Kelborn family.
SKILLS : Nal Hutta hardened Ekbar into a brutal, nearly remorseless, person, he is commonly a good marksman when it came to using Rifles and Pistols. Not great entirely however since he can miss a few shots if the target happens to be on the run and extremely resourceful, but he can shoot inanimate objects pretty fine.
That is why he prefers stealth, he is also specializes at using and wielding knifes for small tasks and for offing an enemy effectively, he is able to manipulate people enough into getting what he wants and convincing them to even commit crimes themselves. He is also able to pickpocket or loot unsuspecting people, with some time and planning of course.
GEAR:
1. Medium Beskar'gam (x1)
2. The Piercing Truth throwing knives holstered in his utility belt (x6)
3. Dirk-Slug Pistol (x2)
4. Vibro-Bayonet (x1)
5. A10 Long-Blaster (x1)
ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A
RELATIONSHIPS: He doesn't really care so much about relationships as long as it gets him what he wants in the end of it all.
SHIP: VT-1100 Light Freighter
DROIDS: N/A
PETS: N/A
KILLS:
N/A
COMBAT: N/A
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