Post by Will Hemata on May 11, 2010 1:23:46 GMT -5
Account E-Mail:
Chewdog94@yahoo.com
Name:
William Hemata
Species:
Human
Occupation:
Mandalorian Alor
Character History:
Will was born on Nar Shaddaa, where he grew up and learned how to survive the treacherous streets. He learned how to do basic street brawling, and a few basics on blaster pistols. One day though, some strangers docked, riding on large droids and wearing armor of various colors. The one thing that they had in common was the basic shape, and T shaped visor. Will was 20, and had never seen nor heard of anything about people like this. As they walked, people stepped back away from them, even the more notorious thugs. He got into a fight with one of them after trying to shoot her from behind. He lost relatively quickly.
Will later found out that they were known as mandalorians, and that his opponent's name was Cayce. She complimented him on a brave fight as a form of redemption for his cowardly act, which he didn't realize he had done so anyways but went along with it. She than offered something, a chance to see what real honor was like. Will thought about this and accepted. They bought a ticket for him to take a shuttle up to one of the space stations in orbit, and from there took him to their freighter. Taking him to tatooine where they primarily lived, they said they were going to teach Will how to become a mandalorian.
So they taught him how to fight in hand to hand properly, how to shoot a blaster effectively(not marksmanly) they taught him mando'a and the six resol'nare. They taught him many many things, and after three years, he was ready for his verd'goten. It was a difficult one, but Will succeeded and was granted the title of Tal, meaning blooded. He crafted his own set of beskar'gam and quickly rose through the honorary titles until he received the title of Ruus'alor, or sergeant. Than, feeling the clan he had been brought into was prospering, he left. He wandered for a few years, but now has started his own clan, the Verde Be'prudii.
Weaponry & Equipment:
-- Light blaster pistol, flamethrower.
-- Mandalorian Scout armor, Nanogar NJP-433 Personal Jet Pack
Skills:
1. Blaster pistols
2. Melee Brawling
3. Piloting Starfighters
4. Language Bilingual. (Basic and Mando'a)
Writing Sample:
Were these guys some kind of gang? No, their armor had to be military, Will thought to himself as he watched the strangers. Many of the men avoided them as they strode past. Than, a man walked in front of them and spat on the ground to his right. "What do you Mando barbarians want?" There was a light chuckle amongst the three armor clad figures, the one in the front spoke in a language Will couldn't understand, the voice female, "Di'kut'la Aruetii." Will looked closer and recognized the man, his name was Dareel, a thug that people usually wouldn't want to fight with even if they had a vibro-knife.
Dareel spoke again, venom in his tone, "Don't be slingin' those words around like no one understands 'em. We know some of yer most common insults ye know. Why don't you mando scum high-tail it back te' orbit? We don't want ye here." There was a threatening tone to his voice and he reached into his coat, pulling out a long and dangerous vibro-knife. Suddenly the three "Mandos," as Dareel called them, started bursting out in laughter. The middle one spoke again, "Tion gar mir'osik??" They laughed louder and Dareel's face turned redder than a blaster bolt.
Without warning, he screamed out and lunged forward with the blade. Will blinked, when he opened his eyes again Dareel was falling through the air and face planting into the ground, vibro-blade sliding across the floor and the female keeping him in an arm-bar. He yelled out in pain and the two armored figures behind the girl howled in laughter. The female chuckled lightly beneath her helmet and released his arm, leaving him there on the floor. Will couldn't understand how that was even possible, Dareel stood at least at 6 foot 5, he was a giant. And this girl was just....5 foot 7 at the most.
The strangers walked off and most of the observers hastily returned to whatever they were doing before. Will wanted to test these guys though. He gripped his blaster pistol and crept up behind the trio. Taking aim at the head of the leader of them, the female. He took in a deep breath and squeezed the trigger. Skilled or not, not even republic trooper armor could withstand a shot from this distance. The blaster bolt screeched forward and smacked into the back of the leader's helmet. She stumbled forward, a scorch mark and a small dent was all there was where he had shot. Will blinked, jaw wide open, the pistol slipping out of his hand and clattering to the floor.
The lady slowly turned around, and although he couldn't see her face, he could only imagine her expression. She lifted up a hand and pointed at Will, "Gar....Hut'uun." What did she just say? "A what? Did you just call me a slimy hutt?" Will said, but there was no laughter from the group, they were dead serious. Than she spoke again, this time in Basic, "You are nothing but a spineless coward." Her voice cold and without emotion.
"Coward? I ain't no coward! I was just uh...testin' yer armor! yeah that's it." He raised his fists, he wouldn't be called a coward by a bunch of masked idiots, the event with Dareel slipping from his memory. The female stepped forward, and the seriousness seemed to lift a little. "You want a duel?" She asked inquisitively. "Yeah! I ain't afraid of you!" Will responded, the words slipping out of his mouth before he even realized what he had said. She stepped closer, no defensive posture, "Than have it." Will didn't need to acknowledge, he was already charging head first at her. He raised a fist high and swung it, making a right curve for her head. She turned her head so she went through with the punch....no, that's not quite right...Will's hand never actually hit anything. She used her momentum to spin around, landing a backfist to Will's solar-plexus. He felt the wind get forced out of his lungs from the blow, bending forward from the impact. Than everything became blurred, and next thing he knew he was on his back. He barely knew what had happened next, but soon found himself on his, vision blurring and swirling...
Chewdog94@yahoo.com
Name:
William Hemata
Species:
Human
Occupation:
Mandalorian Alor
Character History:
Will was born on Nar Shaddaa, where he grew up and learned how to survive the treacherous streets. He learned how to do basic street brawling, and a few basics on blaster pistols. One day though, some strangers docked, riding on large droids and wearing armor of various colors. The one thing that they had in common was the basic shape, and T shaped visor. Will was 20, and had never seen nor heard of anything about people like this. As they walked, people stepped back away from them, even the more notorious thugs. He got into a fight with one of them after trying to shoot her from behind. He lost relatively quickly.
Will later found out that they were known as mandalorians, and that his opponent's name was Cayce. She complimented him on a brave fight as a form of redemption for his cowardly act, which he didn't realize he had done so anyways but went along with it. She than offered something, a chance to see what real honor was like. Will thought about this and accepted. They bought a ticket for him to take a shuttle up to one of the space stations in orbit, and from there took him to their freighter. Taking him to tatooine where they primarily lived, they said they were going to teach Will how to become a mandalorian.
So they taught him how to fight in hand to hand properly, how to shoot a blaster effectively(not marksmanly) they taught him mando'a and the six resol'nare. They taught him many many things, and after three years, he was ready for his verd'goten. It was a difficult one, but Will succeeded and was granted the title of Tal, meaning blooded. He crafted his own set of beskar'gam and quickly rose through the honorary titles until he received the title of Ruus'alor, or sergeant. Than, feeling the clan he had been brought into was prospering, he left. He wandered for a few years, but now has started his own clan, the Verde Be'prudii.
Weaponry & Equipment:
-- Light blaster pistol, flamethrower.
-- Mandalorian Scout armor, Nanogar NJP-433 Personal Jet Pack
Skills:
1. Blaster pistols
2. Melee Brawling
3. Piloting Starfighters
4. Language Bilingual. (Basic and Mando'a)
Writing Sample:
Were these guys some kind of gang? No, their armor had to be military, Will thought to himself as he watched the strangers. Many of the men avoided them as they strode past. Than, a man walked in front of them and spat on the ground to his right. "What do you Mando barbarians want?" There was a light chuckle amongst the three armor clad figures, the one in the front spoke in a language Will couldn't understand, the voice female, "Di'kut'la Aruetii." Will looked closer and recognized the man, his name was Dareel, a thug that people usually wouldn't want to fight with even if they had a vibro-knife.
Dareel spoke again, venom in his tone, "Don't be slingin' those words around like no one understands 'em. We know some of yer most common insults ye know. Why don't you mando scum high-tail it back te' orbit? We don't want ye here." There was a threatening tone to his voice and he reached into his coat, pulling out a long and dangerous vibro-knife. Suddenly the three "Mandos," as Dareel called them, started bursting out in laughter. The middle one spoke again, "Tion gar mir'osik??" They laughed louder and Dareel's face turned redder than a blaster bolt.
Without warning, he screamed out and lunged forward with the blade. Will blinked, when he opened his eyes again Dareel was falling through the air and face planting into the ground, vibro-blade sliding across the floor and the female keeping him in an arm-bar. He yelled out in pain and the two armored figures behind the girl howled in laughter. The female chuckled lightly beneath her helmet and released his arm, leaving him there on the floor. Will couldn't understand how that was even possible, Dareel stood at least at 6 foot 5, he was a giant. And this girl was just....5 foot 7 at the most.
The strangers walked off and most of the observers hastily returned to whatever they were doing before. Will wanted to test these guys though. He gripped his blaster pistol and crept up behind the trio. Taking aim at the head of the leader of them, the female. He took in a deep breath and squeezed the trigger. Skilled or not, not even republic trooper armor could withstand a shot from this distance. The blaster bolt screeched forward and smacked into the back of the leader's helmet. She stumbled forward, a scorch mark and a small dent was all there was where he had shot. Will blinked, jaw wide open, the pistol slipping out of his hand and clattering to the floor.
The lady slowly turned around, and although he couldn't see her face, he could only imagine her expression. She lifted up a hand and pointed at Will, "Gar....Hut'uun." What did she just say? "A what? Did you just call me a slimy hutt?" Will said, but there was no laughter from the group, they were dead serious. Than she spoke again, this time in Basic, "You are nothing but a spineless coward." Her voice cold and without emotion.
"Coward? I ain't no coward! I was just uh...testin' yer armor! yeah that's it." He raised his fists, he wouldn't be called a coward by a bunch of masked idiots, the event with Dareel slipping from his memory. The female stepped forward, and the seriousness seemed to lift a little. "You want a duel?" She asked inquisitively. "Yeah! I ain't afraid of you!" Will responded, the words slipping out of his mouth before he even realized what he had said. She stepped closer, no defensive posture, "Than have it." Will didn't need to acknowledge, he was already charging head first at her. He raised a fist high and swung it, making a right curve for her head. She turned her head so she went through with the punch....no, that's not quite right...Will's hand never actually hit anything. She used her momentum to spin around, landing a backfist to Will's solar-plexus. He felt the wind get forced out of his lungs from the blow, bending forward from the impact. Than everything became blurred, and next thing he knew he was on his back. He barely knew what had happened next, but soon found himself on his, vision blurring and swirling...
