Jakon sits astride his large Fat Boy, the huge engine roaring between his legs as he rapidly covers ground along the long stretches of unfamiliar roads. His saddlebags packed tight with all the essentials for road travel, maps, clothes, lighter and a couple of days worth of emergency rations and cold weather gear in case things go really wrong. The last few weeks are a mixture of seedy and dingy motels, road food and easy women.
Today is no different, a crappy hotel of the side of a highway after a long day of riding. Tonight there is no looking for a bar to drink in, just a rough bumpy bed in a crappy hotel and the sweet promise of sleep. Stowing what little gear he has away carefully and removing his thick leathers he collapses on the bed, the roads to travel tomorrow already calling.
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: 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.
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.
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.
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.
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: 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.
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 cauldrons 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.
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.
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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