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"Meh, you boys and your fancy forms. Alright, I'll answer your questions."
NAME: Nyloke the Dragon Slayer
FACTION: Mando
RANK: TBD
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 28
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6' 2”
WEIGHT: 178 lbs
EYES: Gray
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Tanned
CREDITS: 1,000 credits
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
Tattoo across upper right arm.
Crooked lower front tooth
FORCE SENSITIVE: Nay. I need only my own skills and wit.
STRENGTH: Great, tried and true! This is the strength that has won many battles. (Exceptional)
DEXTERITY: Well... certainly less than optimal. (Poor)
CONSTITUTION: I've never been sick a day in my life! (Above Average)
INTELLIGENCE: I hone my mental abilities as well as my sword. (Average)
WISDOM: Experience and age has seen fit to bless me with unfathomable wisdom! (Average)
CHARISMA: Truly amazing! (Slightly Above Average)
FORCE POWERS:
I... believe that I've already answered this, yes?
SKILLS: (Without the color commentary if you please.)
Very well...
Basic blaster proficiency.
Basic melee proficiency.
Space navigation.
Cooking.
Hunting.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Strong Style
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Truly, I have no weakness. What? You do not believe me? Well... I suppose that my lack of computer slicing counts for one. The technicians and engineers are forever telling me to stay away from anything electronic. I, for one, cannot fathom the reason behind this. You have one malfunction and a console bursts into flames and you are marked for life.
I have also been told that I am remarkably less than subtle. I rarely seem chosen for undercover missions and the like. I suppose that my lack of small size might factor into that decision. It is remarkably difficult to sneak through air vents at my height. I might fall for the femme fatale as well...
But, enough of what holds us back. I, Nyloke, slayer of dragons, have many strengths with which to offset my supposed flaws. In combat I am unrivaled; in camaraderie I am a true friend; what I set out to accomplish I finish; I am honorable in all that I do; I can deliver a good speech; I can hold my liquor with ease!
GEAR:
mandalorian Armor
Grappling hook pistol.
M-1 Vibroblade
Hettyc'bev "Burning Spike" Launcher
SHIP:
Ah... no. Spontaneous combustion and all that.
DROIDS:
*sigh* See the above, please.
PETS:
No.
PERSONALITY:
My outlook can be summed up thus: “Come, brother, let us engage in honorable battle!” The edge of combat, the glory of triumph, the mark of honor. These are what drive me. I make no apologies for who I am, nor do I hesitate to act when necessary. So long as I may act without losing my honor, then act I shall! This it a period of unprecedented aggression. The Mandalorians have been driven from their home, the Sith continue to expand and to grow more and more vicious. I shall meet their dishonorable wretchedness with the glory of true combat and stand for all that is good and right!
… *clears throat* Ah, pardon me. I got lost in the speech. But, make no mistake. There is more to me than the lust for honorable battle. Battles and wars are fought by men and if the men are not cared for, then the battle is lost. I genuinely and truly care for those about me and seek to aid them where I might. I might-- might mind you-- have a soft spot for the damsel in distress, but rest assured that my intentions are always honorable.
As I am sure that you've gathered, I tend to be rather outspoken. This is intentional. I have seen many, many people die with regret who have not enjoyed their life. I refuse to be one of them. While I very well understand the gravity of our situation and approach problems with a clear and sober mind, I am determined to have fun with my life as well. When my day comes and I fall in battle, I shall die with no regrets.
BIOGRAPHY:
I'd think you'd already know this by now. But, I shall regail you again as the chronicles of Nyloke never grow old.
I was born a Mandalorian as was my father before me and his father before him. Indeed, my heritage is rich with our proud race. My father, Orlin, was as pure Mandalorian as one could be. He made certain that I was brought up in accordance with our traditions and culture. As I grew, he taught me to soldier, to fight, to swing a blade, and to persevere. It was the foundations for my later years.
I am sad to say that I was not always the proud Mandalorian that I am today. I was rather... rebellious... in my youth. My late father tried everything possible in order to spare me the pain I was creating for myself. Alas, I did not listen. I went astray and shirked my duty. I ran away from home and attempted to hide abroad in the space lanes. The only thing that I received for my troubles was an assortment of bruises and agony. A group of spacers saw fit to rob and beat me.
I returned home, shamed and humiliated. Not only had my father been right, I had been soundly defeated in battle. I begged his forgiveness, received it, and rededicated itself to my training. Never again would I stray.
As I matured, I began to uncover other talents besides battle. Not only am I a skilled warrior in battle, but I also turned out to be a beast in the kitchen as well. My gumbo is unrivaled!
When the time came for my first battle, I was wrought with terror. But I persevered. I entered the battle, tasted my first combat, and immediately realized that this was where I truly belonged. The din of battle was music to my ears. The rush of combat was a delicious treat. The glory from that first battle and the stories that became mine... I yearned to accomplish more.
This brash eagerness was tempered upon witnessing the first death of a comrade. Seeing him lying there, his life bleeding from his veins... and all he could do was beg me to finish several tasks for him. One look in his eyes and I knew. I could see the regret in his irises. My mind went back to my recent escapades. I could see the sorrow in his soul. I vowed then never to fall into a similar situation.
Since then, I have striven to uphold that vow. During the course of that time I have seen battle, I have fought wars. I have hunted the most dangerous of game and walked away victorious. I have amassed fortunes and lost just as many. I have found only one love in my life... and I have been too weak to protect her.
Yes, I met a woman several years back. She was not a Mandalorian, but an outsider. But our bond was so great that she was willing to adopt our culture and people... While her spirit was willing, her flesh was weak. She was kidnapped by slavers and killed. In vengeance I killed them. In sorrow I sank to depression. In honor of her life and my vow, I moved on and re-established my life.
That leads me to the end of this tale, and, mercifully, this form.
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
DUELING RING MATCHES:
N/A
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A
NAME: Nyloke the Dragon Slayer
FACTION: Mando
RANK: TBD
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 28
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6' 2”
WEIGHT: 178 lbs
EYES: Gray
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Tanned
CREDITS: 1,000 credits
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
Tattoo across upper right arm.
Crooked lower front tooth
FORCE SENSITIVE: Nay. I need only my own skills and wit.
STRENGTH: Great, tried and true! This is the strength that has won many battles. (Exceptional)
DEXTERITY: Well... certainly less than optimal. (Poor)
CONSTITUTION: I've never been sick a day in my life! (Above Average)
INTELLIGENCE: I hone my mental abilities as well as my sword. (Average)
WISDOM: Experience and age has seen fit to bless me with unfathomable wisdom! (Average)
CHARISMA: Truly amazing! (Slightly Above Average)
FORCE POWERS:
I... believe that I've already answered this, yes?
SKILLS: (Without the color commentary if you please.)
Very well...
Basic blaster proficiency.
Basic melee proficiency.
Space navigation.
Cooking.
Hunting.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Strong Style
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Truly, I have no weakness. What? You do not believe me? Well... I suppose that my lack of computer slicing counts for one. The technicians and engineers are forever telling me to stay away from anything electronic. I, for one, cannot fathom the reason behind this. You have one malfunction and a console bursts into flames and you are marked for life.
I have also been told that I am remarkably less than subtle. I rarely seem chosen for undercover missions and the like. I suppose that my lack of small size might factor into that decision. It is remarkably difficult to sneak through air vents at my height. I might fall for the femme fatale as well...
But, enough of what holds us back. I, Nyloke, slayer of dragons, have many strengths with which to offset my supposed flaws. In combat I am unrivaled; in camaraderie I am a true friend; what I set out to accomplish I finish; I am honorable in all that I do; I can deliver a good speech; I can hold my liquor with ease!
GEAR:
mandalorian Armor
Grappling hook pistol.
M-1 Vibroblade
Hettyc'bev "Burning Spike" Launcher
SHIP:
Ah... no. Spontaneous combustion and all that.
DROIDS:
*sigh* See the above, please.
PETS:
No.
PERSONALITY:
My outlook can be summed up thus: “Come, brother, let us engage in honorable battle!” The edge of combat, the glory of triumph, the mark of honor. These are what drive me. I make no apologies for who I am, nor do I hesitate to act when necessary. So long as I may act without losing my honor, then act I shall! This it a period of unprecedented aggression. The Mandalorians have been driven from their home, the Sith continue to expand and to grow more and more vicious. I shall meet their dishonorable wretchedness with the glory of true combat and stand for all that is good and right!
… *clears throat* Ah, pardon me. I got lost in the speech. But, make no mistake. There is more to me than the lust for honorable battle. Battles and wars are fought by men and if the men are not cared for, then the battle is lost. I genuinely and truly care for those about me and seek to aid them where I might. I might-- might mind you-- have a soft spot for the damsel in distress, but rest assured that my intentions are always honorable.
As I am sure that you've gathered, I tend to be rather outspoken. This is intentional. I have seen many, many people die with regret who have not enjoyed their life. I refuse to be one of them. While I very well understand the gravity of our situation and approach problems with a clear and sober mind, I am determined to have fun with my life as well. When my day comes and I fall in battle, I shall die with no regrets.
BIOGRAPHY:
I'd think you'd already know this by now. But, I shall regail you again as the chronicles of Nyloke never grow old.
I was born a Mandalorian as was my father before me and his father before him. Indeed, my heritage is rich with our proud race. My father, Orlin, was as pure Mandalorian as one could be. He made certain that I was brought up in accordance with our traditions and culture. As I grew, he taught me to soldier, to fight, to swing a blade, and to persevere. It was the foundations for my later years.
I am sad to say that I was not always the proud Mandalorian that I am today. I was rather... rebellious... in my youth. My late father tried everything possible in order to spare me the pain I was creating for myself. Alas, I did not listen. I went astray and shirked my duty. I ran away from home and attempted to hide abroad in the space lanes. The only thing that I received for my troubles was an assortment of bruises and agony. A group of spacers saw fit to rob and beat me.
I returned home, shamed and humiliated. Not only had my father been right, I had been soundly defeated in battle. I begged his forgiveness, received it, and rededicated itself to my training. Never again would I stray.
As I matured, I began to uncover other talents besides battle. Not only am I a skilled warrior in battle, but I also turned out to be a beast in the kitchen as well. My gumbo is unrivaled!
When the time came for my first battle, I was wrought with terror. But I persevered. I entered the battle, tasted my first combat, and immediately realized that this was where I truly belonged. The din of battle was music to my ears. The rush of combat was a delicious treat. The glory from that first battle and the stories that became mine... I yearned to accomplish more.
This brash eagerness was tempered upon witnessing the first death of a comrade. Seeing him lying there, his life bleeding from his veins... and all he could do was beg me to finish several tasks for him. One look in his eyes and I knew. I could see the regret in his irises. My mind went back to my recent escapades. I could see the sorrow in his soul. I vowed then never to fall into a similar situation.
Since then, I have striven to uphold that vow. During the course of that time I have seen battle, I have fought wars. I have hunted the most dangerous of game and walked away victorious. I have amassed fortunes and lost just as many. I have found only one love in my life... and I have been too weak to protect her.
Yes, I met a woman several years back. She was not a Mandalorian, but an outsider. But our bond was so great that she was willing to adopt our culture and people... While her spirit was willing, her flesh was weak. She was kidnapped by slavers and killed. In vengeance I killed them. In sorrow I sank to depression. In honor of her life and my vow, I moved on and re-established my life.
That leads me to the end of this tale, and, mercifully, this form.
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
DUELING RING MATCHES:
N/A
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A
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