- Joined
- Aug 30, 2018
- Messages
- 48
- Reaction score
- 101
Name: Morag Tartov
Rank: Rebel
Faction: Galactic Alliance
Age: 29
Force Sensitive: No
Appearance:
Morag is relatively short, standing at 1.7 metres. He is quite weathered for his age, with dark olive skin and a thick black beard. His eyes are a bright amber, and his hair is almost always shamelessly ill-kempt, making him look like he belongs in some scrubland rather than roving the galaxy. Physically he is in great, if not rugged condition, and has superb stamina and perception due to his upbringing. His skin bears a few noticeable marks and laser burns from fighting, but never to the point of being eye-catching.
Attributes:
Morag is an expert at perceiving threats, both socially and in the more physical spheres. Tartov has enough stamina to run for long distances, and is quite dexterous. However, he is often overly violent and too eager to deal out judgement and punishment, which makes it difficult for those purer rebels to relate or indeed work with or too him. Morag is well versed in martial combat and melee combat. But he is lacking in marksmanship with any weapon more complex than a blaster pistol. He is also cunning in terms of small unit tactics, and can lead small numbers of men to (usually) great success.
Personality:
Morag is bold and wild, never having truly adapted to intergalactic life. And he is extremely distrusting of advanced technology, seeing those who are ardent to wield it as softies and too lazy to face off on equal footing. Despite his subtle feral nature, he is welcoming to those he sees as genuine, which more often than not means not oversubscribing to technology.
Tartov has a fierce sense of honour, which he tries to exercise in all things. And herein lies one of his biggest flaws. He believes that any affiliate of the empire, no matter how small of a degree, are scum, and he is downright brutal in dispatching them. Morag has little to no sense of mercy, and thinks nothing of rounding up prisoners and executing them, even when they could hold information valuable to the rebel cause. He forces his sense of honour on his comrades, and when given command of men, feels no moral objection at throwing them at the enemy in droves to achieve victory.
Biography:
Morag was born onto an impoverished and feral planet on the borderlands of the outer and mid-rim. The inhabitants there were of human origin, the leftovers of a lost and forgotten expedition funded by overly ambitious corporate oligarchs. When the colony failed, their sponsors left them for dead, and over the wax and wane of the centuries, the remnants of the population fractured and dissolved into primitive tribes and raiders, for none of them who lived remembered or knew how the machines their ancestors brought with them worked.
Growing up into a tribe on the harsh wastelands and plains, Morag spent his childhood training to be a warrior, and learnt how to draw a bow, hurl a javelin, hunt for food and live off the land. It was at the age of eighteen he became a warrior of his tribe, and he went on to battle the other tribes, becoming talented in leading small groups of soldiers.
Eventually however, the planet was discovered by The Empire, after they uncovered an old prospecting agreement. Hungry to exploit the planets resources, the Empire sent down workers to the world, believing that the lost colony must have perished long ago. Skirmishes broke out between the tribes and the imperial contractors, resulting in a retaliation from The Empire. The Empire was, thankfully, unwilling to spill human blood, and instead rounded up the hapless tribes and sent them offworld in a mass relocation scheme. Morag was forced to scrape an existence in the civilised world, and everywhere he turned the lead wall of The Empire blocked him, and pushed him down.
This caused a deep rooted and spiteful hatred of the empire, and he silently swore to bleed it for what it was worth. After many years of insufferable city life, word got to him of a Galactic Alliance, one that was desperate for new members after its stronghold was sacked on a planet named Dantooine. It took many months to find a way into it, but Morag was successful in his attempts and since then has been an untamed but powerfully loyal member of the Rebellion.
Skills:
Tartov is extremely dangerous with the more primitive weapons in the galaxy, and is a deadly and patient shot with his recurve bow. He favours melee weapons as well, and can fight well with a knife or blade. He does not speak any languages other than galactic basic and his own debased tribal speech. Morag knows how to live off of nothing and is capable of enduring extended amounts of time in the wilderness, partly thanks to a sharp sense of smell that has only been dampened slightly by the industrial fumes of civilised worlds. He posses some basic first aid knowledge, but only enough to dress a basic wound.
Gear:
Morag cherishes his recurve bow, the bolts of which are barbed, which he attained from a local street vendor. But does also carry a small satchel (three) of CZ Riot Gas. Tartov only wears leather padded armour, which does practically nothing to stop a blaster bolt. Alongside his more favoured weapon he carries a basic blaster pistol and a small vibro-bladed knife
Bow: http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/recurve-bow.85229/
CZ Riot Gas:http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/cz-riot-gas.85365/
Rank: Rebel
Faction: Galactic Alliance
Age: 29
Force Sensitive: No
Appearance:
Morag is relatively short, standing at 1.7 metres. He is quite weathered for his age, with dark olive skin and a thick black beard. His eyes are a bright amber, and his hair is almost always shamelessly ill-kempt, making him look like he belongs in some scrubland rather than roving the galaxy. Physically he is in great, if not rugged condition, and has superb stamina and perception due to his upbringing. His skin bears a few noticeable marks and laser burns from fighting, but never to the point of being eye-catching.
Attributes:
Morag is an expert at perceiving threats, both socially and in the more physical spheres. Tartov has enough stamina to run for long distances, and is quite dexterous. However, he is often overly violent and too eager to deal out judgement and punishment, which makes it difficult for those purer rebels to relate or indeed work with or too him. Morag is well versed in martial combat and melee combat. But he is lacking in marksmanship with any weapon more complex than a blaster pistol. He is also cunning in terms of small unit tactics, and can lead small numbers of men to (usually) great success.
Personality:
Morag is bold and wild, never having truly adapted to intergalactic life. And he is extremely distrusting of advanced technology, seeing those who are ardent to wield it as softies and too lazy to face off on equal footing. Despite his subtle feral nature, he is welcoming to those he sees as genuine, which more often than not means not oversubscribing to technology.
Tartov has a fierce sense of honour, which he tries to exercise in all things. And herein lies one of his biggest flaws. He believes that any affiliate of the empire, no matter how small of a degree, are scum, and he is downright brutal in dispatching them. Morag has little to no sense of mercy, and thinks nothing of rounding up prisoners and executing them, even when they could hold information valuable to the rebel cause. He forces his sense of honour on his comrades, and when given command of men, feels no moral objection at throwing them at the enemy in droves to achieve victory.
Biography:
Morag was born onto an impoverished and feral planet on the borderlands of the outer and mid-rim. The inhabitants there were of human origin, the leftovers of a lost and forgotten expedition funded by overly ambitious corporate oligarchs. When the colony failed, their sponsors left them for dead, and over the wax and wane of the centuries, the remnants of the population fractured and dissolved into primitive tribes and raiders, for none of them who lived remembered or knew how the machines their ancestors brought with them worked.
Growing up into a tribe on the harsh wastelands and plains, Morag spent his childhood training to be a warrior, and learnt how to draw a bow, hurl a javelin, hunt for food and live off the land. It was at the age of eighteen he became a warrior of his tribe, and he went on to battle the other tribes, becoming talented in leading small groups of soldiers.
Eventually however, the planet was discovered by The Empire, after they uncovered an old prospecting agreement. Hungry to exploit the planets resources, the Empire sent down workers to the world, believing that the lost colony must have perished long ago. Skirmishes broke out between the tribes and the imperial contractors, resulting in a retaliation from The Empire. The Empire was, thankfully, unwilling to spill human blood, and instead rounded up the hapless tribes and sent them offworld in a mass relocation scheme. Morag was forced to scrape an existence in the civilised world, and everywhere he turned the lead wall of The Empire blocked him, and pushed him down.
This caused a deep rooted and spiteful hatred of the empire, and he silently swore to bleed it for what it was worth. After many years of insufferable city life, word got to him of a Galactic Alliance, one that was desperate for new members after its stronghold was sacked on a planet named Dantooine. It took many months to find a way into it, but Morag was successful in his attempts and since then has been an untamed but powerfully loyal member of the Rebellion.
Skills:
Tartov is extremely dangerous with the more primitive weapons in the galaxy, and is a deadly and patient shot with his recurve bow. He favours melee weapons as well, and can fight well with a knife or blade. He does not speak any languages other than galactic basic and his own debased tribal speech. Morag knows how to live off of nothing and is capable of enduring extended amounts of time in the wilderness, partly thanks to a sharp sense of smell that has only been dampened slightly by the industrial fumes of civilised worlds. He posses some basic first aid knowledge, but only enough to dress a basic wound.
Gear:
Morag cherishes his recurve bow, the bolts of which are barbed, which he attained from a local street vendor. But does also carry a small satchel (three) of CZ Riot Gas. Tartov only wears leather padded armour, which does practically nothing to stop a blaster bolt. Alongside his more favoured weapon he carries a basic blaster pistol and a small vibro-bladed knife
Bow: http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/recurve-bow.85229/
CZ Riot Gas:http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/cz-riot-gas.85365/
Last edited:
