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Sigi : Moniker
Human (supposed): Species
23 : Age
Female : Gender
1.56mtrs (1.65 armoured) : Height
124lbs : Weight
Caramel : Eyes
Black/Brown : Hair
Tawny : Skin
Distinguishing marks:
Tattoos; 1 2
The scar down her face that is healing.
Cybernetic right arm, left hand and parts of her chest.
Yes. Untrained. : Force Sensitive
Human (supposed): Species
23 : Age
Female : Gender
1.56mtrs (1.65 armoured) : Height
124lbs : Weight
Caramel : Eyes
Black/Brown : Hair
Tawny : Skin
Distinguishing marks:
Tattoos; 1 2
The scar down her face that is healing.
Cybernetic right arm, left hand and parts of her chest.
Yes. Untrained. : Force Sensitive
Mandalorians
Clan: Ordo
Rank: Verd
Clan: Ordo
Rank: Verd
STRENGTH:
Combining the rigorous training she puts herself through, her cybernetic arm and hand, the large weapons she totes around on a day-to-day basis, it's simple to say that she's not someone who would easily be taken advantage of in even a close quarters fight, despite her not having mastered unarmed and small arms fighting. Sigi's trained herself to be strong so that her real parents might someday see her and be proud of the strong Mandalorian she became.
AGILITY:
For an average sentient, she's very high in that remark. To a mandalorian, she's about average.
She keeps herself decently agile, but Sigi's heavy armour and Alia keep her from being able to incorporate it into battle so she normally prefers her strength and endurance over how quick and graceful she could be on the battlefield.
CONSTITUTION:
Even before parts of Sigi's chest had to be replaced, she would always put herself through harsh training, to be the best- to be a mandalorian. Sigi is one of those people that can take a hit and still be very capable of coming right back at you with equal force. She refuses to be thought of as weak and she is far from it. After the incident that cost her a hand, right forearm and some of her chest, the cybernetics put into her chest cavity enabled her muscles to work harder with less effort than before, making her capable of taking much more damage.
CHARISMA:
Sigi's cute and all, but the slowly healing scars on her face tend to frighten people off.
It doesn't help that she doesn't talk unless necessary.
This does not mean she is shy. She just prefers to listen and get her job done.
INTELLIGENCE:
Does this need shot? Yes? Ok. That's all I needed to know.
Sigi is combat savvy and refuses to let ignorance be her downfall (again), but that doesn't change how things work. The bulk of her time is spent in training or combat, when you are fighting you're given no time to think 'oh, that flower over there looks really lovely.', it's do or die and you do. Since, in battle, a soldier relies heavily on their instinct to guide them more than anything else, Sigi doesn't bother too much with expanding her knowledge. She does often find joy in learning new things though.
WISDOM:
Sigi's learned a lot in her twenty-two years, she knows her place and she knows when to do what. She'll tell you anything you could possibly want to know about weapons and combat tactics. For a mandalorian, she's average in this regard. She's learned from her mistakes and she's picked up on a lot of things through the years- but it's nothing fancy.
In short, she won't go down without a fight and she knows how to do it.
Force Skills:
Psychometry (Novice)
Force Sense (Novice)
Force Sight (Novice)
*Other than Force Sight, Sigi regards the Force as rather useless to her.
Psychometry (Novice)
Force Sense (Novice)
Force Sight (Novice)
*Other than Force Sight, Sigi regards the Force as rather useless to her.
Weapon:
Survival:
Small arms: 50/100
Maps: 70/100
Rifles: 75/100
Navigation: 60/100
Heavy Weapons: 85/100
Forest Terrain: 90/100
Unarmed: 55/100
Mountain Terrain: 60/100
Thrown: 60/100
Desert Terrain: 40/100
Melee Weapons: 70/100
Cold weather Terrain: 65/100
Explosives: 40/100
Medical:
Medical:
Piloting:
Repair:
First Aid: 65/100
Freighter: 50/100
Weapons: 80/100
Anatomy: 60/100
Fighter: 85/100
Armour: 75/100
Surgery: 40/100
Walker: 50/100
Droid/Starship/Electronics: 30/100
Speeder Bikes: 60/100
Jetpack: 70/100
Jetpack: 70/100
*Skilled in Heavy Weaponry
~Will rarely trust
*Reliable ~Doesn't play well with others
*Relentless fighting style ~keeps to herself
*Vast combat knowledge ~Doesn't know or care about politics
~Guys with scars
- Alia (I.A)
- Beskar'gam (I.B) -To be added
- Rigby (II.A)
- Beskad short sword (III.A)
- Modified Blaster pistol (III.B)
- Misc. (IV.A)
- Bubs (IV.B)
I.A; Alia IV
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Alia IV has been Sigi's weapon of choice since before she was called 'Sigi', though this is the fourth version of Alia she's had since she picked up this weapon. This gun is known to be made unusable is not properly handled (which is why it's Alia IV), with all the experience and study Sigi's put into mastering this weapon she's had Alia IV for longer than any of her prototypes. She weighs 13kg and a 560mm barrel. Alia has a firing rate of 640rpm and is effective up to 1,200 yards. Though it's more convenient and common to have two people handling this gun, Sigi's devoted time with Alia has made her part of Sigi almost and does not at nearly any point require a second man to help with firing.
II.A; Rigby
Visual Aid
Classification: Anti-Infantry, Assault Rifle Magazine: 50
Description: Rigby has been designed and modified for peak efficiency on the battle front, she's a weapon that is highly reliable and modified with an auto ejector for both the spent round of ammunition and an expended clip make the reloading incredibly fast, which is something Sigi is always looking for. A quicker way to shoot more bullets. She's an anti-infantry assault rifle that Sigi keeps stored on her ship unless needed specifically for a mission.
III.A.B; Sidearms
A.Her other sidearm is a beskad sword that is 42cm long and weighs 2kg (4.4LBS), she keeps it well maintained and strapped to her lower back horizontally. It does what most beskad swords do and doesn't have any real surprises aside from it's serrated teeth along the bottom (though that is not uncommon either.)B. The modified heavy double action revolver pistol that Sigi carries is simple and effective. It's design is based on the DE-10 heavy blaster pistol, and though it may require more time spent on reloading, it makes up for it in its firepower. Sigi will always reach for Rigby before she reaches for her pistol unless it's a fight she doesn't figure will require more than six bullets on her part. On a semi-regular basis, Sigi will have herself hunched over this revolver designed sidearm and will be doing whatever she can to make sure this pistol packs a hard punch. Like all revolvers, it's magazine capacity is six bullets.
IV.A;
For the sake of all that is good, she's a Mandalorian. Her belief system roughly falls under the 'prepared for everything' and arms herself to where she could fight tooth and nail if need be. A net gun, tazers, a plethora of various ammunition, a small stock of explosives, small throwing knives and darts among a few other things are on her person at all times. Within her utility belt she has a small amount of first aid equipment as well as weapon repair supplies, a rebreather, an extra line for her grappling hook and a picture of some kid she met once and doesn't remember the name of. She keeps a small amount of weaponry on her ship, but for the most part she carries all her equipment.
B.Bubs is Sigi's personal ship that she obtained from the original owner who died shortly after putting cybernetic replacements over where her lost body parts were. Bubs' is a standard G-wing. It requires one crew member to pilot and can hold two more. The G-wing's can hold, on average, 5 metric tons and is equipped with two heavy laser cannons. Since Sigi normally doesn't have passengers, she stores an extra, but small, amount of consumables (extending it from 1 week to a little over 3 weeks) and equipment. She's not too knowledgeable on ships other than fighter jets so she doesn't know too much about Bubs' other than he's about 17 metres long and gets her where she needs decently enough.
To my parents who I never knew,
You left me to die. I was defenseless and too young to support myself. They found me, they saved me and I found who I truly am- among the Mandalorians.
Sigifrid. That's what my name is, gave it to myself when I was young. I don't care if it is a boy's name. I like it. People always called me Sigifrid until I was twelve and I started getting called 'Sigi', it stuck from then on out.
When I think back on it, I really do want to know who my family is- who I am. Am I completely human? Am I related to someone special in history? But I don't think I'll ever know. As a young kid I believed anything was possible and so I decided that I would train long and hard to ensure that whenever you, my parents, saw me... You'd regret having left me alone all those years ago. To see just what I became. I became a soldier, I survived your abandonment and now I endure each day with a scar on my face and parts of me no longer mine. Sometimes I wish I knew you, sometimes it make me thankful I didn't know you and was given the chance the become a part of something bigger than me.
Had it not been for you leaving me to rot, I would have never pushed myself so hard to become a strong Mando'ade.
The Mandalorians found me and took care of me. I'll never forget it and I live each day for them. To honour my Mand'alor, to honour my aliit and bring honour to myself. You were never there for me while they always were.
I've never trusted people, some call me shy because I don't talk. I'm not shy, I just refuse to trust people because if my parents could abandon me- so could anyone else. The loneliness settled in quickly and I started acting out. I started turning into a little monster that didn't respect or care for anyone and it got me into more trouble than I bargained for. The Mandalorians trained me to use my anger- my aggression- to become a fearless Mando'ade that could be an asset to their cause instead of something shameful. Granted I'm not that easy to get along with, or so I've been told, but I do play fair.
I would have made you so proud.
There was no goal in my life other than to achieve excellence, excellence that you will one day hear of. Some day... Some day I will prove myself to you, I promise. Until that day, I will train and I will continue to be the best that I can be.
'Suppose I could tell you a little bit about what I did in these twenty-two years... I'm going to keep it short so I don't bore you to tears though.
You already know I was abandoned by you, that I struggled for a long time until the Mandalorians saved me. You know I trained and I've become a talented fighter, or at least I like to think I can be. When the time came, I became a true Mandalorian and it was the day in my life I'm most proud and though you were not there to see it, I didn't care. It was my day and nothing could have ruined it. Since then I've kept my devotion to the Mandalorians strong and would carry out any and all things that were requested of me. That pretty much sums up my entire early life, it wasn't anything spectacular or too flashy. It had been about average, I wasn't too different. The only thing that was 'different' was how short I was and my intoxicating love for heavy weaponry. I'm figuring you both enjoyed heavy weapons as well and the trait passed itself on to me. Nothing too out of the ordinary happened until recently.
At the age of twenty-one, I got a little too confident in my abilities and went out on my own 'missions'. To be simple about it, I lost. I ended up backed into a corner with my face bloodied and my right forearm and left hand gone- they had been swallowed and put into the belly of that woman's beast. She almost killed me and had it not been for the old man that'd found me in the alley as the same feeling you'd left me with years ago had crept back up into me, I'd surely be dead by now. I learned a rough lesson that day as I laid bleeding out on the hard ground, and I walk around with a scar on my face that is a constant reminder of my failure and stupidity. Even after the scar has faded and gone, the memory of it will remain and I'll always feel as if it was still there.
He'd been a combat medic for years, he ended up needing to put cybernetics into my chest, some on my heart, my lung and he had to replace my hand and arm. We spent a lot of time together as he tried to help me get accustomed to my new body parts since it was a hard thing for me to accept- not having my body all mine anymore. He'd taught me a lot of things in just a few short months, but I was able to take a lot away from his teachings to me. The medic didn't have any family, Hell, he'd never even told me his name... I don't think knowing his name was needed though, he saved me and I owed him. Maybe it was my way of repaying him for saving me was not inquiring about who he was. He'd carried a heavy burden and you could see it in his eyes that he did. Whatever that burden was, it had him in a choke hold. He'd left all his possessions to me before he died, which wasn't much, and asked for a simple unmarked burial.
I respected his wishes and from there I headed for the Mandalorians who ended up being in a civil war between themselves or something. For some reason, politics were never anything I paid attention to or cared for. I remained back until recently when they started to reunify did I return. I didn't want to take sides and cause a rift between myself and my comrades. They all meant more to me that an political stand point on things.
Now... Now I sit here in this dark dim-lit room writing to you, my dear parents, in hopes that maybe one day you will read this and get a chance to know me better. It was all I ever wanted in life.
Your Mandalorian child,
Sigifrid.
Sigifrid.
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