Star Wars - Winter of the Confederation

[Richard Horthy]

@Bright_Ops Got any other character ideas?

[Psyker Landshark]

@Psyker Landshark Good to see! As for the Mandalorians, they were rarely ever a unified force from my understanding. So even though the pacificst elements would still exist, I think they wouldn't hold the same amount of influence just because of the circumstances they find themselves in.

Also that SW lore in general is sort of a nightmare...so I just use a "Use whatever works and what makes sense" approach and I encourage you to do the same.

@Richard Horthy

Gotcha. So broad strokes in general then, I can do that.

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I'd be in good talks with yah about that, I talked to Horthmeister and have a potential Mandalorian of my own in the making, so could be a good "bounce-off-one-another" character dynamic

@LetMeDoStuff

Sure, I'd be down for that. I have some ideas already, but feel free to DM me or something to get things going. I'll be working on my CS in the meantime.

[Richard Horthy]

@Apollosarcher Cool! What were your ideas in mind?

[Jeep Wrangler]

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Gotcha. So broad strokes in general then, I can do that.

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Sure, I'd be down for that. I have some ideas already, but feel free to DM me or something to get things going. I'll be working on my CS in the meantime.

@Psyker Landshark

Wilco!

[Apollosarcher]

@Richard Horthy I mean my first thought is Jedi archivist and survivor of the fall. Currently in hiding as a doctor who was assisting Mandalorians for awhile.

[Richard Horthy]

@Apollosarcher If they've taken steps to keep their identity fairly well hidden, I could see it working. Though, I also wonder how they ended up going from library work to being a combat medic for Mandalorians.

For good measure, what were the other ideas?

[Apollosarcher]

@Richard Horthy Other idea is Alderaanian spy, though for the Jedi idea he's able to pass off his knowledge as he's a Miraluka an outlawed naturally force sensitive race.

[Richard Horthy]

@Apollosarcher If you don't mind, I think I could give some much better feedback if all the ideas were laid out on the table. That way I could give some better judgement on what would mesh better with certain characters and whatnot.

[Carlyle]

Kinda feels like there are a lot of jedi or force sensitives post 66 here

[Jeep Wrangler]

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Vhi T'ourjus

	Vhi T'ourjus 'The Interceptor' 5'5" | 59kg | 26 Years | Confederate / Mandalorian Clique Birthplace: Presumably Carlac Mirialan | Mandalorian

Profile

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Appearance

A Mandalorian's Dressing

Vhi's differences as a Mirialan aren't too apparent - her skin, though decorated by ink of a meaning even she, herself, isn't sure of, remains the typical emerald green, whilst her hair is at a shortened, jet black style. It sat more comfortably under the helmet that way. She falls short of 5'6" by a hair's length. And to contrast her skin was her bright, blue eyes, easily the most delicate part of her lesser-kept appearance. Though, of course, her most notable asset is the famous - or equally infamous, depending on the associate - attire of the Mandalorian. The armour itself is pretty light, with only the chest, pauldrons, bracers and helmet being made from duraplast. The rest remains as akin to a flight suit, colour-toned to accompany her sacramento-green armour. It's main ideal purpose is to support the great flexibility of any Mirialan, though in actuality, it better reflects her shortcomings as a Mandalorian and fighter.

Personality

Steadfast is the ideal state in which she'd have settled for. Yet reality often proves difficult and, in some ways, degrading as recurring trends came through. Though not necessarily chipper-and-cheery all in all, she tries to maintain the headstrong icon she had set out to be. She initially maintains the professionalism as such, but has the ease of letting loose from a life left to difficult circumstances for any Mandalorian in training. However, she's been prone to misjudge and miscalculate to a fault when in roles requiring her boots firmly on the ground. Yet comfort is derived from the seat of any interceptor she knows well. Inside, she becomes a different person - calm. Collected. Insistent on achieving something before withdrawal. Something can be said about Vhi as a person, face-to-face, but to the Confederate Cliché, the seat of a star-interceptor has made her worth keeping around.

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Ship

Previously, her skills as a pilot were honed from whatever was provided to her. Most of these were cheap and sometimes inefficient spacecraft that could only be used in rapid strikes against patrol squadrons of the Republic, but on the right occasion, she'd be gifted something that could dive into the grime of a true space battle. Currently, she flies an M3-A Scyk Interceptor, in its second styling. Its additional prongs allow it to function much better in-atmosphere than the common first style. Typically, it's armed with twin-laser cannons and a quad-proton torpedo launcher, though the latter can be swapped out for six concussion missiles.

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Biography

Vhi T'ourjus was, supposedly, born on Carlac - a cold planet out in the far reaches of the galaxy. Her mother had died during childbirth and, though quick to keep on the move, her father was left to care for her. She never really knew what he did as a job, but after a childhood of back and forth between planets, they rested once more on Carlac at around a time when, far off into the snowscapes of the planet, a ship crashed - having been shot down by a Galactic Republic pursuit party. Among the crew of four, two survived. One of these was one Kalis Sallarah - one of the legendary mandalorians that were whispered on passing mouths in small communities. Her armour was, even when scratched, the greatest sight Vhi had ever witness to. It brought out a maternal prowess in which she'd never experienced.

After some brief introductions, her father willingly offered to give them asylum as the same pursuing force made touchdown on Carlac. Though her father knew why, Vhi had been too young to ever comprehend why Kalis and her surviving compatriot had warranted the attention of a small Republic taskforce. Such a few months had come around that Kalis' biases on galactic politics had started to trickle down onto the young Mirialan. Eventually, the risks of such mutual protection blossomed. Republican pursuers caught up to them. A standoff ensued. Four were left dead, including her father.

Life shifted rapidly. She was still young and unable to care for herself. As a token of gratitude for their cooperation, Kalis adopted the young Mirialan and led her on the path to adopting the Mandalorian culture. With such little ties to the spiritual nature of her people, and in such a dire need for maternity, it was agreed upon with flying interest and grievance for her father. Yet that life was no happy redemption. Truth be told, Vhi struggled to keep up with the demands of a mandalorian warrior. Though agile, her capabilities in hand to hand combat, or with any weapon, were rather short-sighted. Commonly enough, and arguably without any loving support, Kalis admitted little patience for her shortcomings. Years passed, and by the age of seventeen, when she'd received her helmet and chestpiece of duraplast armour, her nomadic life continued when Kalis and her partner inexplicitly abandoned her. No word or trace came of them. The message was clear. Whoever they were, they'd felt nothing but disappointment in her.

Life took a turbulent turn. She contemplated what it meant to be a mandalorian, a question still left unanswered to the current date, but she kept her armour and stayed true to the meaning of its colours - duty. She vowed to dedicate what she could to honing a craft never perfected - that of a warrior. She coasted between passing by bands of mandalorian warriors, from time to time, occasionally trying for mercenary work, but her shortcomings with blasters and the such left so much to be desired of her. Yet life's other consequential disasters had other plans.

The Confederacy of Independent Systems had risen up. The burrowed in dissatisfaction with all that the Republic and Jedi Order represented left a somewhat desperate Vhi to sign up, training as a pilot, for she'd made use of several cargo vessels herself in her nomadic state. The CIS found use for her agility and, remarkably, staunch concentration when in the seat of a starship, and she quickly shifted into interception. This new life of hers, donned in her mandalorian armour, left her with little time to actually practice what she had fallen short of. Her insecurities were never amended and, when the eventual collapse of the Republic and rise of the Empire came through, she'd been left a young adult without any strong sense of whether she was truly a mandalorian or not. But as a new dawning war arose, one thing was for sure: she'd maintain her ties as a confederate interceptor pilot. After all, they did sponsor and buy her pauldrons and bracers in thanks for her successes and exploits as a pilot.

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Skills & Weaknesses

Firstly, her talent as an interceptor pilot is undeniable. Though not the best, her comfort in the seat of such craft and agile nature has made her a notable addition to the surviving CIS forces, especially when many of her contemporaries had grown misfortunate in the overpowering rise of the Galactic Empire. Her affinity for boundary-breaking manoeuvres and, if possible, use of local obstructions, such as asteroids, debris, or in-atmosphere terrain, allows for her to shake off and keep track of opposing ships long enough to survive as long as she had - though the Empire itself opens a seemingly impossible task for anyone like her.

She's a bohemian pilot, so to speak, and as battles or exercises tend to become hastily thrown together, adaptation is a well-received trait of hers. Squadrons in the CIS were used to breaking rank, especially if integrated with the previously amassed droid armies and navies. Any pilot like her has to be self-reliant, and capable of reading a space battle where communications may turn sour. Alternatively, she knows when to bug out and quit a fight, or a dead soldier can be replaced, but a dead pilot will forever be a lost figure.

Yet her weaknesses stand true and high. Her life has been riddled with the disappointing standards of her fighting capability. Mandalorians have the conventional status of warriors, regardless of their roles. She never became something like that. Her hand to hand ability can't be relied on and her usefulness with a blaster is only limited to that of her single pistol, and both skills have been regarded as "barely enough to survive an encounter". Such setbacks have disappointed smaller Mandalorian bands she'd passed.

Equally, comes the confidence that is shattered in such cases. She doesn't control a foot battle, or a duel with her opponent, she quite literally crawls at her situation for survival. Her agility may have well been the only thing to keep her alive, but outside of the cockpit, she struggles to maintain any sense of calm and quality. She maintains a strong drive to practice and hone her skills, but they've never come into fruition in a life of leaving others disatisfied.

Equipment

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Alongside her mandalorian armour, she has a single, slightly short-barrelled RG-4D Blaster Pistol. Additionally, a commlink is attached to the side of her helmet, and her holsters hold a vibroknife, commonly used for service rather than combat. Her apparel also comes with attachment slots for piloting survivability gear, such as temporary oxygen support and suit pressurisation.

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Another to add to the ring!

[Bright_Ops]

@Richard Horthy

I could... but sadly one of the other Rp's I'm apart of has just kicked off again and I've suddenly found that I don't have the time for another.

[Richard Horthy]

@LetMeDoStuff Looks good! I really like the formatting too

[Psyker Landshark]

Alric Lann

Alric Lann

Armor

Age: 41

Species: Human

Allegiance: Mandalorian Clique

Physical Appearance:
Alric is a large man, standing at about 6'3 with a fit physique. His brown hair flares out in a ragged fashion, while his beard is kept at least somewhat groomed. Scars cover his face and body, most notably a jagged blade mark across the right side of his face.

He typically wears beskar armor as befits a Mandalorian, and is virtually never seen without it by choice. When forced to wear other clothing, Alric favors typical spacer leathers.

A nondescript brown cloak is typically worn over his armor.

Background:
Born on a remote hole in the Outer Rim, Alric seemed destined to a life of mediocrity as the life of two agricultural workers. However, that life wasn't to be. At the age of three, Alric could barely comprehend the significance of a group of slavers descending upon their planet. All he knew was fire, smoke, and the sensation of being torn out of his mother's dying arms. With a decent amount of potential cargo captured, the slavers prepared to leave when they were set upon by a band of Mandalorian commandoes descending from orbit in shuttles.

Unbeknowst to the pirates, these mercenaries had been following them for weeks. They hadn't been able to catch up in time to save the settlement's population, but they'd managed to avenge them. In the aftermath, while the Mandalorians of Clan Lann freed all the slaves that were taken, they did wind up taking in one foundling when they were unable to reunite him with any family on the planet.

As a foundling, Alric accompanied Clan Lann as they conducted mercenary work throughout the Outer Rim and in Mandalorian space, learning their ways. He spent his youth training until he was of age to accompany the clan into battle. Alric quickly proved himself as an adept warrior, rising through the ranks over the years until he found himself as second-in-command of the entire clan. He served with distinction throughout the Clone Wars as Clan Lann took contracts for the Confederacy, given that the Banking Clans paid better and that clones of a fellow Mandalorian would be harder foes than mere droids.

During the founding of the Galactic Empire, Clan Lann was regrouping on Mandalore itself after a successful contract. As such, it was in position to resist when the Empire occupied Mandalore, but to little avail. Clan Lann found itself crushed just as many other clans resisting imperial occupation did, but to a greater degree. When forced into a corner, Clan Lann did not kneel, and was massacred for their defiance. A proud Mandalorian clan with history dating back to the days of Mandalore the Ultimate was wiped out in a matter of minutes. Except for one man. To this day, Alric doesn't understand how or why he survived the slaughter, only that he awoke among the corpses of his brothers and sisters as the lone survivor.

Furious but powerless to do much as one man, Alric fled Mandalore in disgrace, taking up solo work for a time across the Outer Rim as he tried to figure out how to piece his shattered life back together. The Empire had taken everything from him, and he would give all that he had left to ensure it paid. An entity such as the Empire would require the combined strength of every Mandalorian across the galaxy to resist, scattered and disparate as they were. The clans and houses would have to be united under a new Mand'alor. Himself. But that would be a difficult path. For one, he'd have to find a large gathering of Mandalorians in one place outside of the homeworld to attempt to rally.

That particular conundrum solved itself as rumors of the Grand Alliance and many Mandalorians joining it began to spread throughout the Outer Rim. Galvanized by the thought of a mass alliance to oppose the Empire, Alric set off for Alliance space as soon as he could, intent on gathering as many allies as possible with which to conduct raids on Imperial space, whether they be Mandalorian or not.

Skills:
Mandalorian Veteran - Trained from a young age in the ways of Mandalorian combat, Alric is as skilled a commando as one could expect. Decades of combat across the galaxy have only honed his skills, leaving him with experience fighting in both the underworld and on the battlefield. This has also had the side effect of building his reputation within mercenary and Mandalorian circles, ensuring that he is somewhat of a recognized name among the galaxy's soldiers for hire.

Aspiring Warlord - As befitting a man who seeks the title of Mandalore, Alric is an experienced leader of men both on and off the battlefield, having had plenty of experience being second-in-command of Clan Lann. He has a mind for managing people, hearing their wants, and determining how best to deal with them. In the field, he leads by example, being the first into the fight and the last out, making sure his own people get in and out of the fight alive.

Weaknesses:
Last of His Clan - With the remainder of Clan Lann slain by the Empire, Alric stands as the only remaining member. This has essentially isolated him among Mandalorian society. With no clan, he has no support group or core faction with which to bolster his political ambitions. As such, his path to legitimacy and recognition among the clans and houses will be a long one.

Warmonger - Alric's political position is clear: the Galactic Empire must fall in open warfare, and the Grand Alliance must militarize in full against the Imperial threat. This naturally puts him at odds with certain Alliance factions not in favor of total war, and limits his options for allies outside of Mandalorian space.

Martial Pride - Despite his decades of combat experience, Alric still has an easily-pressed button: single combat. His pride as a Mandalorian warrior demands that he follow the code and accept challenges to duels, and he is easily baited into such as a result, no matter how pragmatic the rest of his mindset and tactics are.

Equipment:

DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System - A modular weapon that can be instantly configured into a blaster rifle, a sniper rifle, or a grenade launcher based on the attachment fit to it. How Alric acquired a clone commando's primary weapon is unknown, and he's certainly not telling.
WESTAR-35 Blaster Pistol - Popular among many Mandalorian commandoes. Typically by Alric used in close-quarters-combat alongside a vibroknife in the other hand.
Mandalorian armor - A full suit of beskar armor, passed down to Alric upon the previous owner's passing. Equipped with a missile-mounted jetpack as is standard among several Mandalorian warriors.
Mandalorian vambraces - Beskar vambraces equipped with launchers for multiple concealed weapons. Mounted on Alric's vambraces are a whipcord launcher, dart launchers, flamethrowers, and wrist rockets.
Miscellaneous - Vibroknife, grenades, spare commlink, medpac, and holdout pistol.

[Dark Cloud]

Hmm...Trandoshan aren't usually a common sight on the good side :/

[Jeep Wrangler]

Hmm...Trandoshan aren't usually a common sight on the good side :/

@Dark Cloud

Makes it more interesting when they are, right?

[Dark Cloud]

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Makes it more interesting when they are, right?

@LetMeDoStuff

Mmm, yes. However the Empire has employed them with far better results.

[Chev]

Interested as well.

[Richard Horthy]

@Psyker Landshark Looks great!

[Jeep Wrangler]

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Mmm, yes. However the Empire has employed them with far better results.

@Dark Cloud

Yes, however, counterpoint, the empire sucks ass. Your honour I rest my case

[ReedeThe23rd]

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Mmm, yes. However the Empire has employed them with far better results.

@Dark Cloud

Trandoshans are of a culture that favors shows of hunting skill. Surely working alongside the rebels to fight a superior for would be a more worthy challenge?