[CHAR] Brothers All - A Mandalorian Story

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Instructions

• Post your character sheet here using the template provided below.
• Please do not post anything else here, all questions and comments should go to the OOC tab.
• Only post here once character sheet has received GM approval

Notes on Equipment

• Neo-Crusader arms and armor is pretty standardize as per the reforms pushed with the establishment of the Neo-Crusaders to make them more like an actually army then a group of raiders.
• Neo-Crusader Armor varies rather in color. In order of increasing hierarchy they go Blue: Standard Trooper, Silver: Veteran Trooper Red: Rally Master, Yellow/Gold: Field Marshall.
• Neo-Crusader Shock Troopers such as your characters are a little bit special, since they are under the direct orders of the Mandalore's second in command Cassus Fett and they happen to be doing suicidal crazy things they get the new toys from the war forges before everybody else.
• All Neo-Crusader Shock Troopers have jetpacks for mobility and when they are pushed out of moving aircraft in low orbit.
• In terms of weaponry Blaster Rifles, Pistols, Vibroblades, etc being elites you have a little bit more freedom in what toys you get.

Character Sheet Template

Name:
Age:
Gender: While those new to Mando ways may scuff at it, in their eyes anyone can be a warrior no matter gender.
Species: Discrimination based on species is not a real issue either, as long as you can fight well they could care less.
Combat Role: What is their role in the squad, marksmen, heavy weapons, new guy etc
Years in Mynock Squad:

Appearance:
Preferably a solidly written description, if you have to use a picture you may but only as supplement to the description.

Skills and Abilities:

• In order of potency from most to least

Equipment

• See notes above

History:
Once again a solidly written backstory so that I and the rest of us can know where your character is coming from and where they are going. Most Important facet would be how they came to be part of the Neo-Crusaders and more specifically part of the Mynock Squad.

Psychological Analysis:
Personality, motivation, etc. This and the history should be interlinked I.E one explains the other fairly well example grumpy mcgrumpster because parents were brutally murdered etc

Character Relations:
What they think of the rest of the members of the team, yep that is right I'm forcing you to think about other people beside yourself for a change. It may even require talking to people so spooky.

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Hex's Sheets for PCs and NPCs

Rika

Name: Rika Lapaz
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Species: Epicanthix
Combat Role: Team Leader
Years in Mynock Squad: Eight

Appearance:
Rika looks more or less your average standard fair for one of her kind. She stands at roughly 2 meters in height and close to 190 pounds most that being hard layers of muscle from years of fighting and training. This appearance makes her stand out among the rest of the near-humans in the bunch using instead naturally taller races like the Taung as sparring partners. Her hair is in characteristic Epicanthix fashion dark brown in color kept short and uneven in places as the warrior cut it herself and well hands made for killing are sometimes not very good at hair maintenance. She sports an olive complexion that depending on the amount of sunlight received can change to a light brown in color. Her eyes are a playful shade of green, very fierce and almost inquisitive as if they are always peering through your soul. The top of her right ear is jagged and torn as if something very angry got a solid hold of it and pulled with deadly force. When she is outside her armor she dresses in plain clothes, nothing too movement restricting and nothing overtly appealing to the eye. Her skin is a patchwork of healing and healed wounds and scars, as all the little nicks and bruises add up over the years

Skills and Abilities:

• Rally Master: Rika has spent the last eight years or so commanding squadrons in the thick of battle. An iron will and determination backed with a nonsense personality. She demands respect from all those put underneath her and respect is what she gets or else terrible things tend to happen. Her ability to command and keep her troops in order under pressure is a valuable skill in the heat of battle.
• Ambidextrous: Rika was born naturally ambidextrous and because of it can use both of her hands equally well in melee giving her an advantage with the ferocity and pressure presented in her attacks.
• Dual Strike: In both ranged and melee combat Rika believes in the more is more philosophy of things. She has trained heavily in the use of duel wielding one handed weapons and the use of two handed weapons such as heavy rifles and such.
• Flyboy: Having been with the Shock Troopers for awhile at this point she has learned her way around the use of a thruster pack and is able to use it to increase her vertical range of movement to outmaneuver her opponents.

Equipment

• Mandalorian Assault Rifle: Like all Mandalorian designs the assault rifle is not subtle in the way it scatters hot death about. These rifles take the standard design and modify them to the point that they are barely recognizable to its originally bases. Using an overcharged power pack and converter to increase the maximum load and frequency dilation of each blast fired the rifle hit's harder then the standard Galactic Republic affair.
• 2x Vibroblade: Rika's back up melee weapons used over the longer Vibrosword for the less restricted movement in close quarters. These ultrasonic vibrating weapons were deadly in the hands of those that knew how to use them.
• 4x Thermal Detonators: When you need things to go boom, you always have a couple of Thermal Detonators on standby just in case.
• Rika's Mandalorian Shock Trooper Armor: Like all Mandalorian armor it was built to the user and Rika's was no different, the Armor has shown its wear and tear over the years with scorch marks and nonconformites along the plate but it is kept in generally good condition. It is red in color to detonate her status as Rally Master.

History:
Rika was born on Geonosis, her parents were captured by slavers looking to sell warriors to fight in the gladiatorial arena on the planet. Her parents were taken from Panatha as the Epicanthix's prowess as warriors was known throughout the outer rim. Little did they know that Rika's mother was pregnant at the the time. Growing up in the fighters dwellings underneath the arena was a strange one to say the least but very formative. From birth she was surrounded by warriors form all around the galaxy and form all walks of life. She watched them train when she younger and as she grew she even began to ask them to teach her, because of this she developed a strong foundation in the martial ways which would help her later in life. Though life in the arena was not all sunshine and rainbows, both her parents would perish in the fighting their and effectively make her an orphan by the age of eight, those warriors that she had been surrounded by slowly becoming in a way a sort of new adoptive family. At the age of thirteen she would enter her first gladiatorial match and by the time she was seventeen she was one of the arena's premier champions. Life was okay if a bit empty and static, she enjoyed the fighting but it wasn't fulfilling it left her desiring and wanting more. Having been stuck primarily inside one building for her entire life, she wanted to see the world.

Her chance came when a group of Mandalorians came to Geonosis. These groups came sporadically from time to time to participate in the games to test their skills and honor in combat. Rika knew some of the Mandalorian's as their were a few among the ranks of the gladiators but what she did know was that they had a habit of taking any of the gladiators that could beat any of them with them as they had proven their worth and value. It would be Rika's only chance and she knew she had to take it. At the age of eighteen she was to go up against a man twice her age and probably triple the combat experience that she had. Everyone expected a slaughter. But it was this fact of underestimation that proved to the be the Mandalorian's downfall. Filled with hubris and pride he did not take the battle against this girl seriously. As he taunted and flaunted his power he took his eyes away from the girl just long enough for her to stick a vibroblade right where it hurts. She would always remember the long period of silence that followed, before the stadium erupted in cheers once more, cheers not for anybody else but for her. Following the fight, the remaining Mandalorians convinced the head of the arena to "relieve" Rika from her contract and brought her back to Dxun where a great congregation was forming. The Neo-Crusaders were preparing for war.

Rika would spend one full year training on the Demon Moon, learning the ways of the Mandalorian warriors. She was trained from the ground up as her time on Geonosis had provided a strong base, as her drill master had put it "she had no class" she only had raw power and not the skills necessary to use this power to its full advantage. The training was long and arduous, they would run for hours upon end to the point of near death from exhaustion and then move straight into sparring first with fists and then with swords. But it trained discipline and a strict rigor as if one fellow failed you all failed with them. It got you to start treating your fellow warriors not as just soldiers but as brothers and family. Eventually she was put into her final test, she was taken from her bed in the middle of the night without warning thrown onto a transport shuttle and dropped into the middle of the Dxun forest many miles away from camp. They left her with a note with simple orders survive. And survive she did finally returning back to camp three weeks later battered and bloody, but victorious and officially now a Mandalorian warrior.

A year later at the age of nineteen the Mandalorian wars began in earnest. The fighting was harsh and brutal each day was a fight for life as the Neo-Crusaders pushed to take control over the rest of the outer rim. The Mandalore wanted a solid staging area to be able to launch from before they brought the fighting into the core worlds. Rika would prove herself over many battles as an able warrior with a strong head for logistics and getting others to follow her into the jaws of death and back. This skill did not go unoticed and at twenty two she was moved into the Shock Troopers. At the age of the twenty five after a successfully leading a squad to destroy a heavily fortified ground to space gun emplacement she was promoted to Rally Master. As Rally Master she placed in charge of a group of Shock Troopers that would become known as Mynock Squad and from there they say the rest is history.

Rika would continue to lead over eighty raids and insertions over the next eight years with Mynock Squad. While the squad itself was constantly being rearranged and moved about as some died, others were promoted or relocated as was saw fit, Rika remained the constant in the equation. She became known for her tendency to stick life and limb out for those underneath her and her stubborn personality. It has been about a decade and a half of constant warfare now and their had been ups and downs good men and women died because of her mistakes, and yet their was also glorious victories and songs of praise. Now as they began the push into the core regions. Rika can only wonder how she is going to drag them out of this one.

Psychological Analysis:
Rika is a fairly standard example of being a product of her background. She never had what people would call a normal life from day one she was raised in a place where combat was the most expressive way of feeling. To those unfamiliar with it, it may sound odd or even foreign but to her words seem almost small in comparison to the displays of emotion that combat the allows through the power of strikes, the stances and movements. She is in firm belief that you never really know somebody until you've fought them because in that moment you push aside everything else and instead all you have left is the body and the truth. Though in many ways socially she is rather lost, having never had a normal life where talking was meant for more than giving orders and combat drills. Verbally she is very blunt and to the point, as she finds little value in speaking more than is required, for why speak when you can fight. Her upbringing give her a very strong sense of understanding, warriors of all kinds fought in the gladiatorial arena and because of this she is much more open and willing to adopt new ideas and plans than some more stubborn individuals knowing the importance of fluidity.

Character Relations:
TBD

[seriousarmour]

Name: Russ Oranus
Age:24
Gender:Male
Species:Human
Combat role: Close Combat Specialist
Years in Mynock Squad: Four

Appearance: Russ stands at just under six feet and weighs in at a feather under one hundred kilograms. He is built for both speed and power favoring neither over the other instead using them to bolster the other where one alone would fail. His muscles are taut from years of hard training under a harsh drill instructor. He has pale red hair, just slightly to dark to call strawberry blonde. His hair is buzzed short along the sides of his head and cropped closely to his skull along the top. His eyes are startling pools of blue and often glitter with humor, as morbid as it may be at times. A dark still healing jagged scar sits under his fight eye and when he removes his armor there are obvious signs of past battles and reckless charges. The marred flesh telling of not so near miss blaster bolts and vibroswords.

Skills and Abilities

Skills and abilities:
Close combat adept: Russ has favored close combat training far above all else, once he is in blade distance of an enemy he is a blur of blade and blaster fire utilizing short bursts of his jetpack to leap between enemies.

Weapon Specialist: Favouring both sword and blaster in unison makes Russ somewhat of an oddity among Mandalorians, but it seems to work for him as he guns down those out of reach of his blade. Lessening the chance of him being shot while closing slightly.

Trained ambidexterity: Not naturally gifted like some Russ trained for many years to be able to use both hands near flawlessly in combat. Favoring the use of a heavy blaster pistol in one hand and a Vibroblade in the other.

Jetpack Joyride: Russ favors intense face to face combat, and has learnt through much trial and painful error to close rapidly with his enemies using short bursts of his jetpack.

Welcome to other suggestions or corrections.

Equipment

1x Heavy Mandalorian blaster pistol: Used in conjunction with his vibroblade this is a deadly weapon in the hands of a master albeit with limited range.
1x Custom short vibroblade: A shorter than average vibroblade that is built as much for thrusting as it is for slashing. The blade is dark crimson with the grip being pitch black.
1x Wrist mounted flamethrower: It only has a few seconds worth of fuel, but when you are surrounded and desperate it is very useful.
2x Plasma grenades: Great for sowing chaos and breaking enemy formations before dropping from above to engage in close combat.
2x Anti Vehicle shaped charges: Small shaped charges designed to punch a hole in the hull of enemy armored vehicles. Requires nerves of steel to attach under fire.
1x Suit of customized Mandalorian plate: Initially he wore a standard suit of Mandalorian plate straight from the forge and slowly began to change it over the course of the war. Some of the more cumbersome parts of the armor have been stripped away leading to more freedom of movement at the cost of some protection. This soon resulted in his armor slipping from the norm, until it began to isolate him from his brothers. Eventually upon joining the shock troopers he was granted a new suit of experimental armor to compliment his fighting style. Armor made of lighter and more flexible metal. The vitals are still heavily protected, although some of the armor joints are still at risk due to the lighter metal. It is colored in well polished silver, with some red and black trimmings slowly being added over the course of the war. One of the shoulder pauldrons is scarred with neat lines, a kill tally of all those Russ has vanquished in combat. It will soon be time to start on the other.

History

Russ was born a Mandalorian, both of his parents coming across to the way shortly before Mandalore the Ultimate's recruiting drive. Both of them had been mercenaries slogging through some of the most brutal battles of the Great Sith War.After seeing what Mandalorians were capable of during the war and their way of life, they joined straight after the war. they rapidly adjusted to life among the Mandalorians. They were his first instructors in what it meant to be Mandalorian and what it really meant to wage war.

His training began as soon as he was old enough to walk and hold a blaster, his parents taking him out and teaching him the basics. What end to touch, how to reload and finally how to fire. One year later he was fluid with the blaster his movements practiced and smooth, knocking down the small targets his family would put up around the family home. That training soon bridged into other forms of combat training, how to defend yourself using only your fists and wits, the basics of using a sword.

Of course it was not only his body that was trained and conditioned, but his mind as well. Whenever he was not exerting his body he was exerting his mind. Learning the weapons and tactics of the powerful groups of the galaxy, what is truly meant to be Mandalorian seeking honor and glory in the chaos of battle. That family, clan, armor and honor was all their really was in the world that was truly worth pursuing.

It was years that only seemed like days to the young boy, time gone all to fast before he first began official instruction. Placed by his parents under a harsh drillmaster, a drillmaster that would teach him not just how to fight for himself but to fight as a unit. Lessons he struggled with as his own drive to succeed above all else often put his squadmates at risk. Eventually some of the lessons began to sink in after days of bruising and broken bones, of heady highs of success and depressing lows of failure. But that spark always remained, the need to always be ahead of the pack. The need to be the best and to always be victorious. Things truly had changed under Mandalore the Ultimate, training like this all together learning from each others mistakes. The new Mandalorian way of life.

He was first sent to the front at the age of 16, fresh faced and eager for glory on the battlefield. Facing the reality of war, even some born Mandalorians faced a sharp reality check. The carnage, the blood, the smell of war new to even the most trained young warriors. He was not one of those people, he reveled in the battle. Light dancing in his eyes as his vibroblade cut through his foes, as his blaster pistol nearly tore the heads from his enemies.

Over the next few years of bloody battles and brutal campaigns the young warrior hardened, his body becoming even more taut and ready for war his appetite for war never abating only growing as the victories mounted. Of course the experience came at a price as his squad was slowly whittled down over time, many of them being people who had served with him shoulder to shoulder since the long years of bootcamp. Unable to keep up with the brutal pace of war, or the often borderline reckless leaps into danger that Russ favored. His all or nothing tactics often leading to victory for his allies and death for his closest comrades. In the quiet times the losses sometimes weigh heavily on his mind.

His tenacity and thirst for combat did not go unnoticed by his superiors as his actions often won the day albeit at high personal cost to him and his squad. This eventually lead to him being handpicked by a meeting of rally masters to replace one of the casualties of the elite shock trooper squad known as Mynock squad.

For the last couple of years Russ has served eagerly in the squad, his love for close battle not dimming despite the numerous wounds and close calls. Often willing to jump in first, risking himself rather than bring danger down upon any of the other members of his squad. If there is ever a call for volunteers for a mission his is often the first hand raised. To be able to fight besides brothers and sisters of like mind and equal or superior skill is all he could ask for in this life and the next. After all Aliit ori'shya tal'din (Family is more than Blood.)

He often has a wry smile on his face and a sarcastic quip at hand to keep morale up amongst the squad even in the bloodiest campaigns or the dullest moments of downtime. He is prone however to deep bouts of introspection as he thinks over past battles and those lost.

Psychology report

Russ is a born and bred Mandalorian, something that people usually attest to people being terse later in life. Russ learnt the exact opposite lesson. He learnt in his time at bootcamp to try and keep things lighter, to keep the morale up amongst his comrades. Often at his most glib when things are truly at their most horrific. He obviously has a deep and abiding love for his fellow Mandalorians brother and sister alike as well as a strong respect for any truly worthy warriors. He is prone to micro bouts of depression in times of quiet, as thoughts of those lost and mistakes he has made wash over him. Mistakes that have cost close allies their lives. he fights on through the war largely because of his devotion to the Mandalorian way of life and to uphold the Resol'nare. He also finds great joy in battle, always seeking the next great Adrenalin rush as he plunges head first into combat.

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Ryleer Sygti

Appearance

Soldiers | Diamond Eyes | Fell On Black Days | Come With Me Now | Enemies | Short Change Hero

Name: Ryleer Sygti
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Zabrak
Combat Role: Heavy Weapons
Years In Mynock Squad: Six

Appearance:
Ryleer is a rather muscular young Zabrak with a tanned skin color. He's a tall fellow, being around 6'5, and weighes in at around 250 pounds of pure muscle. As with most Zabrak he has a crown of horns on his head, and traditional tattoos all over his body. He has bright yellow eyes that almost glow in the dark which adds to his intimidating appearance. As with most of his race he has no facial hair, and has a bald, shaven head. He has several scars all over his body fitting a warrior of his standing. When out of armor, which is rare occasions, he wears very light clothling, with sleeveless tunics, and pants, and boots. He doesn't take to much time on his appearance.

Skills and Abilities:

• Shock Trooper - Ryleer is a beast on the battlefield. As with most Zabraks he's built for one thing, battle, being on the front lines. It also doesn't hurt that his species has two hearts, and a very high natural pain tolerence. He can take a beating, and dish one out ten fold. It's best to stay behind him when fighting alongside him.
• Hand To Hand Combat - Being from Iridonia Ryleer was trained from a very young age in their special, highly physical martial arts. He is an expert in hand-to-hand combat as per usual for his race.
• Explosives - He's good at rigging things to explode.
• Heavy Weapons - He knows his way around a blaster, and how to fix, and maintain them.

Equipment:

• Mandalorian Heavy Repeater - This rather heavy, and bulky blaster is his main weapon. He has heavily modified his to not only a better rate of fire, but also he increased it's accuracy. With it he can pretty much take on an entire squad of Republic Soldiers. It's very durable, and when in close range he'll often use it as a bludgeon.
• Mandalorian Blaster - This is his main sidearm. As awesome, and badass his heavy repeater is, it's rather bulky, and heavy. And sometimes things need a lighter touch. So that's where this beauty comes in.
• Thermal Detonators - He keeps several bombs on his person, at the very least ten when in battle.
• Mandalorian Shock Trooper Armor - Ryleer's armor is silver in color, showing that he is a vetern on the battlefield. His helmet was specially made by him to includes large spikes that houses his horns. His armor's gauntlets include different functions that would become common for bounty hunters in the future, including wrist mounted flamethrowers, and missles on each arm.

History:
Ryleer was born, and raised on harsh world of Iridonia for most of his childhood until he was a a pre-teen. The Zabraks who live there are characterized as being a tough, and hardy people. And Ryleer was no different. Seemingly since birth he was trained, conditioned to be a warrior like many of his people. But they weren't forced to do this of course, as the Zabraks value independance above all else. But Ryleer choose it. When he was a young child his mother died from a rather nasty flu that swept through the village, and this left him in the care of his father.

His father was, in polite terms, a trouble maker. He was a degenerate, a real scoundrel. He eventually got himself banished from Iridonia, and dragged Ryleer along with with him. His father stole them a starship, and spent the next several years traveling the stars. His father became a smuggler from then on. Traveling from system to system in a small starship didn't really sit well with the young Ryleer. He didn't like being stuck in the starship for most of the time, besides the occasional stop at a cantina of course.

But this all came to a head when he was around twekve years old. His father was running some supplies for the Mandalorians, off the books of course. But it turned out his father was tricking the Mandalorians. He was selling them faulty weapons, and equipment. He had hiddened it well, enough to pass any tests they had at for them. But he vastly underestimated the Mandalorians, and they found out his deceit.

Several of them fought with his father, and killed him. But his father somehow managed to kill one of them. The leader of this small group found a eleven year old Ryleer holding a blaster, ready to fire. This amused the warrior, and he decided that the young Zabrak should have a home. So he adopted Ryleer, whether he wanted to or not.

At first the transition was difficult, given that they did kill his father. But he came to a realization. His father was not an honorable man, and probably deserved his fate. After that he took to the Mandalorian lifestyle rather quickly, and easily, given the similar war-like culture he was used to.

Over the years he proved to be an adept warrior. He was put on the frontlines when he was around seventeen, and became quite the killing machine. Due to his talent he was transfered to varies squads, rarely staying there for more than a couple months. That was until he was assigned to be the heavy weapons support of the Mynock squad. When the Mandalorians began their campaign against the Zabraks, he would have been lying if he said he was ok with the slaughter of his people. His heart wasn't in it.

Though they turned their back on him years ago, they were still his race, and he still felt a kinship with them. But Zabraks are a stubborn, and loyal lot. So Ryleer didn't turn his back on his new people, and fought the Zabraks with his Mandalorian brothers. The battles against the Zabraks changed him to his core. He couldn't close his eyes without seeing every man, woman, and child he saw die. The things he did against his people still haunted him. But he buries it deep down, and focuses on his duty.

Psychological Analysis:
Ryleer is the very definition of a Zabrak warrior. He is a proud, strong, and confident being. He has a strong sense of self-assuredness, and believes nothing is truly impossible. Ryleer is a dedicated, intense, and extremely focused warrior who's devoted himself fully to the Mandalorian way of life. He's extremely loyal, almost to a fault, and will follow any order without question, or hesitation. No matter what it is he's asked to do, if you want something done, he's the man to do it.

He can be quite stubborn, and has a single minded determanation to him. Indeed, he works best when he has a set goal in front of him, and will stop at nothing to get it done. He can be seen as somewhat arrogant as he'll freqently boast his achievements to his comrades with pride bordering on arrogance, and has a light air of superiority. But he doesn't think of himself as superior to anyone else, it's just within the Zabrak nature to boast such things.

Coming from a War-like people he is naturally a ill-tempered, and ill-mannered young man. But he knows his position, and acts with the upmost respect to his superiors, but he also demands the same respect from those that are of a lower rank than him. He's extremely protective of his brothers, and sisters in arms, and is easily willing to scarfice himself for them.

He is not without his demons, and those that have been in the squad long enough have noticed a change in his demeanor after the campaign against the Zabraks. Though not out right of course, but in more subtle ways. He became more with drawn, sleeping very little, and when he did he would often wake up with nightmares. But he's not one to dump his problems on others, not even his squad leader, so he's dealing with his issues himself, and in private.

Chracter Relations:
TBA

[Gowi]

Name: Enu'falu | Enufa Lu-Vizsla
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Species: Twi'lek
Combat Role: Support
Years in Mynock Squad: 1

Appearance: Standing at 1.6 meters (5’3”) and 131 pounds, Enu’falu doesn’t tower over the majority of her teammates if any of them at all. With her young age she isn’t particularly battle-worn in appearance outside of a few cuts from vibroblade brawls and blaster fire. Her eyes are an icy blue much like her complexion and skin tone with light angular markings on her tendrils which extend past a metallic headband that was once her mother’s. When outside of her armor her appearance is likened much to that of a fringer or freight smuggler with a long jacket, tunic, and utility belt. Cosmetically she does not favor the superfluous or excessive.

Skills and Abilities:

• Bounty Hunter
  Trained from a young age with a wealth of experience in combat and non-combat by Mekket Vizsla, Enu’falu has very distinct knowledge and skills. This is not to say she is a master bounty hunter or mercenary but she is skilled enough to be competent at it. Tracking, predicting target psychology, information gathering, and ambush tactics are all part of her skillset.
• Uncanny Reflexes
  Due to her conditioning and training by Mekket Vizsla, the twi’lek has found herself faster than most with good instinctive reflexes and perception of her surroundings which has allowed her to avoid critical injury in senseless brawls with her betters. However she isn’t as fast as she used to be given that she is an adult and not an adolescent.
• Tough Learner
  Enu’falu has trouble learning quickly, which admittedly is not a good trait in a potential hunter or mercenary. In tight spots she will rely on a proven method of success rather than adapting in a pinch which can be quite problematic.

Equipment

• Mekket's Mandalorian Helmet
• Mandalorian Shock Armor
• Aratech Heavy Blaster
• GXW Blaster Carbine
• Grenade Belt
• Toolkit
• Vibroknife

History: Enu’falu had a childhood that wasn’t particularly idyllic, but it wasn’t terrible—or it wasn’t until her father found himself on the unintended receiving end of blaster fire from a panicked target of a bounty. Given her mother’s death three years prior this left Enu orphaned on a backwater planet and at age seven would’ve been left to the elements of the underbelly of the planet if not for the guilt of the bounty hunter who indirectly caused her father’s death. This bounty hunter was a Mandalorian named Mekket, a veteran hireling from the infamous Vizsla Clan, and the man she would come to know as her second “father”. Despite this guilt and debt he thought he owed the young twi’lek, Mekket also found himself in an ill situation to raise a child in-between jobs as a bounty hunter/mercenary, his cynical worldview, a lack of experience with children, and poor time to do it. For a time he searched for a better home for the child but by the time he had found something remotely suitable found himself decidedly attached to the point he changed his mind about not raising her himself.

In time Mekket knew he had to prepare Enu if she was going to be able to do anything after his time had come and his final fight had passed. It was here that he began instilling Mandalorian values in her as well as constantly conditioning her as a hunter and fighter. Despite Enu’s difficulty learning quickly, constant training and lectures began to prepare her in several ways—even if Mekket had not birthed her himself he most certainly had a child of his own, something that kept him pushing her harder and harder as his expectations had to be met. After all, the galaxy was far more harsh and unforgiving than any difficult session of training. Following his private mentorship, Mekket began taking Enu on his contracts—explaining the occupation, what it demanded, and the consequences of failing; and seeing it point blank was far easier to grasp than being told like she had been previously. She operated as his pseudo-partner on these jobs and in time she did well despite some failures in the beginning that cost Mekket partial vision in his left eye. Consequences, indeed.

However, a fit of nostalgia and duty had been filling Mekket’s heart—one unrelated to his newfound daughter-partner. This was of course, the precedent of the raids that led up to the Mandalorian Wars. Enu couldn’t agree more with her adopted father due to what he had taught her and how he had in a way told her how to think. She was Mandalorian in many ways already, so with an eager hunger the duo found themselves on Dxun— where he had all of the rites enforced upon his non-inducted daughter. It was 3971 BBY. The training on Dxun was not easy and as Mekket set off to join the war himself with her on Dxun she found adrenaline and drive in her desire to make him proud—he had raised her since she was seven years old after all. She would go on to endure the Mandalorian training rites and earn respect, when she saw Mekket again he had given her his helmet as a keepsake: to keep her pushing on even if they were apart. After a modification the helmet became her own and she kept it close.

After a series of battles and surviving assaults where her comrades had perishes the higher command took an interest to her skills and looked to the vacancy of a role in the well-regarded Mynock Squad. To which she began serving under Rika Lapaz starting in 3963 BBY. It has been a year since, and the story carries on…

Psychological Analysis: Deflecting emotional issues with sarcastic snark, Enu finds trouble opening up to others. She’s admittedly abrasive and difficult, choosing to be rash and stubborn over obedient and open to new ideas. However, she does get decidedly positive results despite her difficult psychosis. She was admitted to the squad for her results and perhaps the benefit of working with others in a team climate to better her own cooperativeness. Perhaps it is due to only enduring loss that this rigid shell was born, or perhaps it was the mentorship by Mekket Vizsla and how he explained people to her in her childhood who himself had decidedly cynical views of the universe. Despite all of that however she does have virtues of courage, honor, guile, and loyalty – though it would take certain circumstances to breed such behaviors such as comfortability, friendship, or nostalgia.

Character Relations:
TBD

[Sep]

Name: Mar Den
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Combat Role: Sniper/Force Recon
Years in Mynock Squad: 6
Appearance:

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He stands at around 5'11 and weighs about 200 pounds. Eyes a chill blue, and hair a deep brown (that is often joked at it being due to a lack of washing facilities) when it is allowed to grow though often it is shaved off. His face can quite often appear burned, depending on where he's stationed, rugged and cracked with a serious look often plastered to his face. Underneath his chin there's a thin scar as if something once almost cut his head clean off. Whoever it was did succeed though in removing his right hand, which has been replaced by a synthetic hand which is encased in armour. Though it looks a bit stupid in the few times he is out of armour when in armour it looks identical to his other hand.

On his left shoulder he has a tattoo of his clans crest, which also sits on the chest of his armour right beside a skull. Another piece of graffiti is that the armour casing for his right hand has a kill count on it for high value targets that he has taken out.

Skills and Abilities:

• Sharpshooter - Mar can boast impressive kill shots. Always hits his mark.
• Force Recon - No matter the terrain he can scout ahead by himself, getting into the best position possible to relay information to the squad.
• Melee Combat - He keeps a knife attached to just above his elbows, his middle, thighs and ankles in case he has to get close and personal. He also knows how to use them.
• Survival Training - This goes without speaking, he can spend days if not weeks on his own in inhospitable conditions. He knows how to care for himself.
• Air Capable - Naturally being Force Recon he has become quite practiced at using both Jump packs and speeder bikes.
• Artist - Yeah, he can draw too.

Equipment

• 1x Blaster Sniper Rifle - He doesn't get attached to a rifle, and will just use whatever is available.
• 2x Blaster Pistols - One on each hip, for if it's getting closer.
• Knives - One at each joint, and then some hidden blades. For when it gets really close.
• 1x Standard Issue Jump pack.
• 2x Flash/Stun Grenades
• 1x Notepad.
• 1x Pencil

History:

Mar Den is the youngest member of his family, and one of the many members of his clan acting as advanced scouts within the Mandlorian ranks. Even from a young age it was obvious what he would become, living in highland areas of Mandalore with vast forests his clan crew up being hunters. They wouldn't farm animals to butcher, for there was no challenge. Instead once a Den became old enough to carry a rifle he would be taught how to hunt.

Like the rest of his family Mar took a shining to this, he would go out on the hunting trips with other members of his clan. Often the youngers and the elders together as those of fighting age were often taken to be trained in the military for whatever the Manda'lor had planned.

On his thirteenth birthday it came time to go through Verd'goten, and he was ready. He was given a beast to track, a rifle and some basic rations. From there, it was up to him. Verd'goten would last as long as it took him to return, however he could not return without his prey. It took him three weeks, his clothes were tattered and his rifle only had enough charge for one shot. Though over his shoulder he carried the best, dumping it in the centre of town with a smile on his face. He had done it, he had become a hunter and he had become a man.

There was much celebration that night, as now an adult he took his first drink (With many more to follow) in celebration. They danced, and they sang songs. Until the headache in the morning. Training before he was an adult had been tough. What he was about to be put through was something more.

Though most Mandalorians didn't know it the Manda'lor had plans to expand, to let the Mandalorian people have the glorious battle they deserved the chieftens did and they had to get their people ready. As some of the best hunters on the planet the Den tribe had to get better. They could track prey across a planet, but could they track other living beings? The forest and nearby mountains became fake warzones. Mar would both be hunted, and th ehunter. Wearing the most basic armour provided to him.

His face became rugged, cracked and bruised as he climbed through trees and waded through foliage. It wasn't until he had five "Confirmed" kills that they felt him ready to be trained in a jumppack.

That was a new challenge entirely. It changed the playing field, he was used to fighting using variances in terrain but now he could reach places previously unreachable. At the cost of being noticed, the packs not being the most quiet of devices. His kill streak improved, then the war broke out.

Being immediately assigned to Mynock squad it was a change of pace again. Yes he had targets, but he had time limits. He had to hunt, and then relay the information back. Having worked as a team before it had always been with his clan mates, people like him. Now he was put into an entirely new theatre of conflict. Six years on, and he hasn't changed. Except for the loss of a hand, and it's subsequent replacement.
Psychological Analysis:

• Emotionally Distant - He's spent most of his life hunting, he doesn't speak unless he needs too and is used to having to work by himself. That doesn't mean he can't work as a team.
• Hunter - Years hunting he has grown accustomed to it. He sees himself very much as a predator having little to no care to the targets he's after, they're just his prey.
• Clan Man - Like most Mandalorians he is very faithful to his clan, will likely marry someone within his clan and spent most of his life with them. They are his main weakness
• Honour Bound - He may be a hunter, but he is honour bound. If challenged to a hand to hand/melee fight he will likely accept. That said if it's a mission he won't risk everything on his honour. Even if it breaks him.
• Caring - Don't expect him to ever show it. But he cares, if his comrades are in combat he will engage the targets who are the biggest threat to them first. That said like before he won't risk the mission on it but if he can it is what he'll do.
• Artistic - Nobody really knows where it came from, but he's artistic. He'll quite often spend time drawing scenes while he waits, usually requests from other Mandalorians

Character Relations:

[Peaceless]

2020

Name: HK-2020TEM
Callsign: 2020
Age: Unknown
Gender: Droid
Species: HK-type Combat Droid, Experimental Tech Evaluation model
Combat Role: Technician / Heavy Sniper
Years In Mynock Squad: 0.1

Appearance:

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2020 is very large, compared to a combat droid. He is almost 2 meters tall, and much heavier than he appears. Regardless of his slick design, his movements are slow and measured, but contain a powerful mechanical relentnessness that make any decision an eventuality rather than an immediate threat.

His design appears jury-rigged, and rightfully so: Compared to the original model, he is fit with reinforced armor plates in key locations, advanced sensors, and equipment evaluation hardware usually present on assembly-line worker droids. Many of his parts do not fit in color, hinting at frequent repairs and replacements.

2020's voice is deep and calm, but crisp enough to convey that slowness of motion does not mean slow processing.

Skills and Abilities:

• Weapon Specialist - 2020 is an expert in maintenance and modification of a large variety of military gear, with emphasis on weapons and armor. He also possesses a generalization algorithm that allows him to quickly understand how to operate, and if necessary fix, a piece of equipment he meets for the first time. This does not make him the best marksman or pilot, just the one quickest to find the ignition button, or the safety switch.
• One-shot Marksman - 2020's extensive study of weapon ballistics allows him to fire a large amount of single-fire rifles with extreme accuracy. He is even able to reach optimal firing parameters in bad weather or in motion, though it might take a shot or two. When using auto-fire weapons, his accuracy drops dramatically due to his inability to compensate between shots.
• Tech Slicer - 2020 is fitted with offensive hardware and software used to assault enemy tech. His equipment is not meant for network-wide assault, but more for comandeering end-user terminals and controlling their peripherals (such as locally-operated turret systems, electronic/mechanical locks, protected vehicles, etc).
• Machine Strength - 2020 is fairly slow, and almost helpless in melee or hand-to-hand combat. But once he gets hold of an enemy, the fight would end there and then. His chassis is reinforced with thick armor and overcharged servos, originally meant for testing the maximum strength and resilience that can be gained by upgrading an HK model, and the result is devastating to anyone not quick enough. This strength also enables him to fire ridiculously large weapons with high accuracy, but renders usage of most standard melee weapons impossible.

Equipment:

• Experimental Coil-Accelerated Anti-Armor Slugthrower - This rifle was originally meant for ambushing light-armored convoy from a known position. Deployed similarly to a mortar, it would be carried on a car or disassembled and shared among a team of soldiers, and once deployed would remain stationary. The CAAS hasn't reached the assembly line yet, but this model is the newest and most reliable of all prototypes. It is too heavy to be carried by humans, but for 2020 it is just the right weight. The ultra-hard magnetically accelerated bullets are powerful enough to tear through an AT-ST and severely damage a light armored troop transport. Their effect on humanoid carbon-based meatbags is... well, amusing. It takes a few seconds to recharge between shots.
• Mandalorian Standard Issue Heavy Blaster - Always set on single fire. Always.
• Custom-machined Composite Alloy HK-2020 Armor Plates - Upgraded armor for the HK-2020 model. Especially effective against close proximity explosions.
• Radar Jammer
• Short Range Communications Jammer
• Toolkit
• Breaching Charges
• HK-2020 Sensor Upgrade - Short range radar, heat vision, ultra-lowlight vision, sonar, electronic "nose" for detection of explosives.

History:
Dissatisfied with the limited array of "legal" upgrade options on Mandalorian weaponry, a leading weapons researcher decided to devote a whole assembly line to customizable upgrades for all standard-issue mandalorian equipment. He would assign some experimental models of optics, sub-barrel grenade launchers, overchargers and more to some greenhorns from squads that his factory supplied (since the veterans refused to try new things), but the results weren't satisfactory - The greenhorns were either unable to use these upgrades properly, or would use them wrong and blow up.

One day, in a casual status report meeting with his boss, he got an idea - He could configure a droid to try out all parameters of a given upgrade, then proceed to stress tests, and eventually submit a full evaluation report that would take it days to complete, while a human would take months. He found a discontinued model in one of the facility's scrapyards, repaired it and programmed it with the task. Soon he realized the greenhorns would explode not due to mistakes, but due to equipment faults, and after the droid's 8th replacement of hands and legs decided to upgrade the droid's armor. Luckily, this particular model was meant for heavy loads and the upgrade did not affect its performance. From a certain point of view, it would also be considered lucky that it had one of the most advanced AI versions that one can find in the black market - the HK persona.

It was thus not surprising that the droid's performance improved daily. It quickly learned from past experience and found the best way to test any kind of equipment, shortening time-to-market by tens of percents. But once the product line was ready for public testing, another side-effect of this revealed itself - the droid was very critical towards improper use of the facility's equipment. For hours it would lecture newbies and veterans alike, on topics from programmable wind compensation to sight knob backlash, until one day his victim was a field martial of the Neo-Crusaders. The man challenged the droid to best him in a shooting contest, if he's so "smart". And on any weapon they used, the droid's first shot was better. After the contest, the man said he's enrolling the droid into the Neo-Crusaders, regardless of the scientist's protest. To repay this "favor", he signed a contract that allowed the droid to record all technical battle data and send it to the scientist periodically. Kind of like writing home to your parents, only your parents are a crazy weapon nerd, and you are a huge death machine.

Before shipment, the droid was cleaned, tested, and outfitted with an upgraded sensor array as well as evaluation tools to use on the weapons he was testing. And fortunately, while he was evaluated for a role in the Neo-Crusaders, these were found very useful in any situation enemy tech could be interfaced with. This, along with his ability with rifles, set 2020 as a Sniper/Technician.

Psychological Analysis:
It's strange to analyze a droid psychologically, but that's the problem with the HKs - They have no choice but to develop a personality. In most cases, it is some kind of perfectionalism about a certain topic. In most cases, that topic is death and destruction - and 2020 is not different.

His goal is to constantly collect combat data for his owner, but obviously, firing the same gun over and over again at the same target becomes useless after a while. So he constantly seeks the perfect shot, the perfect modification parameter, in as many different weapons as possible. His Experimental CAAS gun is a constant topic of research, since it was built more as an evaluation tool than an actual weapon, and thus allows for much micro-management.

This makes him openly critical towards any squad member or otherwise weapon user that "does it wrong". He is always happy to give out advice, even if it is unnecessary or impossible to follow. But as annoying as it can get, most of them remember that he would always out-gun them on the first shot of their own favorite gun.

Chracter Relations:
TBA

[Fat Boy Kyle]

Dredd

Milos Dredd

Name: Milos Dredd
Nick-name: ‘Snowflake’ (although he hates that name and only a couple of people can get away with calling him that)
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Echani
Combat Role: Close quarters and infiltration
Years in Mynock Squad: 4

Appearance:
Dredd stands at about 5ft11 (perhaps plus/minus a cm or two), and has a very athletic build with well-toned and taut muscles. Whilst clearly very healthy and strong, he is not particularly big looking, with his muscles having been trained more for endurance than raw power – ‘wiry’ is perhaps the best term to describe him. Like most Echani his skin is as pale as snow and he would be indistinguishable from most his kin were it not for his beard and multiple scars (including one on his right cheek). His silver hair is kept no longer than shoulder length and he will tie it back most of the time, more out of practicality than vanity. His face looks much like the picture above, but slightly younger with silver eyes.

When not in armour, Dredd will dress as lightly as the weather permits. Even though he has gotten used to the Mandalorian armour, he still prefers a greater freedom of movement.

Skills and Abilities:

• Echani martial artist – Dredd has spent his entire life being trained in hand to hand combat, using it as a tool of communication and expression as much as he does a weapon. He is more than capable of disarming many opponents if he is able to get close enough.
• Stealth – Although he is not the smallest and most nimble of infiltrators, Dredd is still very skilled when it comes to stealth, and more than makes up for his size by utilizing his wits and close quarters combat prowess. Top of the line stealth equipment helps too!
• Dual vibroknives – For the better part of a decade Dredd has mixed the use of vibroknives in with his martial arts, particularly since entering the battlefields. Although he is incredibly capable using these in a straight on fight, he usually uses them to silently eliminate targets from the shadows.
• ’Hacker/slicer’ – Whilst he definitely has not got much to brag about, he is competent at getting into basic computers and security systems. He’s always learning though, and if all else fails there’s always thermal charges!
• Jet packs – Like most (hopefully all) in his squad, Dredd knows how to use a jet-pack and with a moderate degree of skill. He doesn’t rely on his as much as others though, as it often works against his attempts at stealth.

Equipment

• Dual vibroknives – Dredd carries with him two vibroknives which although are good quality, are nothing special. His left hand is stronger.
• 2 x thermal charges – Dredd carries these with him just in case he comes across a system that he can’t hack, but needs to get through. Why cry over a keypad when you can blast a hole in the wall?
• Stealth Field Generator – Dredd wears a belt that allows him to camouflage with his surroundings. Whilst only the more aware and observe might notice him standing in the middle of the room, he tends to stick to the shadows just to be safe. Its effectiveness wears off the faster the wearer moves.
• Customised helmet – Dredd wears the standard Neo-Crusader helm, however he has had it modified so that he is able to use night-vision and infra-red vision. On the outside it looks no different.
• Mandalorian Shock Trooper Armor and Jet Pack– Dredd wears the more standardised variant of the armour and it is silver in colour, signifying him being a veteran warrior. His armour is often dirty and covered in mud or ash, as he prefers to cover himself in darker substances. In truth there are other armours he would rather use.

History:
Dredd was born on Eshan, the home world of the Echani people. Dredd was born the sixth of eight children, and was the fifth of six sons. As many of his race do, he looked identical to his brothers and father. Growing up he felt deprived of individuality and attention, viewing himself as just a carbon copy of his family. As a result he strived to be better from a young age and became incredibly competitive. This was rather fortunate considering the Echani culture, as from a young age he was taught to fight. Like most Echani he was taught that hand to hand combat was a form of pure expression and could be used as a method of communication.

By the time he reached adulthood he had almost mastered the martial arts of his people, and locally had earned quite the reputation. Still, this was not enough. Even though he could best his siblings and all in his village, he still did not feel like he was different and still yearned to stand out more. As a result he found himself leaving his village and heading to the capital city. He spent all his money during his travels and by the time he reached the great city of Erato, he had nothing to his name and was forced to live on the street. Quickly he found himself resorting to theft, stealing from stalls and even fighting people for their possessions. It was a dark time, yet it brought him comfort. He began to revel in the thrills lifestyle and soon began to take on more complex thefts, breaking into mansions and the like. It was during this period that he began using vibroblades, knowing that his hand-to-hand might not always be enough to get him out of trouble. His stealth skills grew and grew over the years as he continued on his thieving rampage. He was a delinquent, an outsider, someone to be shunned and denounced – and that meant he was different. He may have looked like everyone else, and he may have shared their culture, but he was different and that was what he wanted.

Like all sprees however, his came to an abrupt end. A quite pathetic end actually. He was shocked unconscious by a faulty security system whilst trying to break into a store. The system had been a botch job, and had Dredd not been caught out by it, the owner himself probably would have. When Dredd awoke he found himself prisoner on an unknown ship, along with a small collection of other rough looking figures. It turned out that rather than being sent to a local prison, he was intercepted by a local crime lord that he had unknowingly robbed. The crime lord stuck Dredd on his ship to be sold as a slave, as repayment for the items he had stolen. That was when he first encountered the Mandalorians. The Echani and the Mandalorians had been rivals for some time, both being cultures that placed much importance in being respected warriors. As such the Mandalorians sometimes found themselves raiding Echani ships in order to satisfy their first for combat, and one of these ships happened to be the one which Dredd was being held prisoner on. The Mandalorians bombarded the ship to begin with, more to ensure it couldn’t get away rather than to blow it up, before then hijacking it and annihilating everyone on board. During the initial bombardment however, the cells and security systems were damaged which allowed Dredd to break loose and try fight his way through both his criminal captives and the Mandalorian raiders. There was no way he was escaping though, and eventually he found himself cornered by the raid leader and a few others. Although unarmed, he was able to take a few down before being knocked to the ground. He would have been killed then and there like every other soul on board were it not for the raid leader both being impressed and noticing the slave collar. He gave Dredd an ultimatum: Join or die.

Following his ‘rescue’ of sorts, Dredd then served the Mandalorians, learning their ways and finding a path he could follow. The Mandalorians were so different, made up of so many races and background, and yet held similar beliefs to him. He knew immediately that it was there that he belonged. He spent three years on operations, taking part in various raids and battles. Quickly his superiors began to take recognition of his skill set and began sending him on infiltration missions, which on a few occasions allowed them to turn the tides of battle. It was because of this skill set that he was drafted into the Mynock Squad. Although he was still fairly inexperienced and new to the crusade, the Mynock Squad had lost their infiltrator and Dredd was the closest decent one at hand. After a couple of successful missions the Squad decided he had earned his place and chose to keep him on rather than replace him.

Psychological Analysis:
Dredd is a warrior by birth, brought up like all in his community to believe that combat was the purest form of expression and was to be respected. In this he is also a true Mandalorian and he yearns to fight above all else. Due to his early years he has, what other Echani used to think, was an unhealthy obsession with being different and standing out. In order to feed this obsession he strives to stand out by besting others, particularly in hand to hand combat. He is competitive to say the least. All this aside, Dredd is fairly talkative and enjoys goading and taunting those around him. He will often speak his mind and give advice where he has it. However he rarely talks of his feelings nor of his home; not because it is painful, but because such things simply do not interest him overly. The only time he speaks of home is when his fellow Mandalorians talk of fighting the Echani, at which point he usually becomes eager to spar with them. In battle he is very level headed, and whilst he does feel fear occasionally manages it well (usually through violent expression).

Character Relations:

• Rika – Having served under Rika for the last four years, he has built up a healthy rapport with his leader. He is particularly grateful for her choosing to keep him on, feeling honoured to serve in such an elite squad and get the chance to battle skilled enemies. Given that she also sees combat as a form of expression, he feels that he can sometimes communicate with her better.
• Russ – Dredd and Russ joined around the same time and Dredd feels that they get on well, both taking the opportunity to throw quips in each other’s directions.
• Ryleer – Ryleer is one of the few that know what it is like for the Mandalorians to fight their own people. Although Dredd has not directly had to fight his own people like Ryleer did (save for a couple of ship raids), he feels he is able to show an empathy that others may not. He often tries to get Ryleer to spar with him.
• Enu'falu – Dredd still doesn’t really know her that well.
• Mar – Despite having served with each other for four years the two rarely speak, as often they are on opposite sides of the battle field.
• HK-2020TEM – Dredd is somewhat suspicious of the new droid.