Post by Talyc Vaal on May 13, 2010 16:03:07 GMT -5
Account E-Mail: redswordsman@gmail.com
Name: Kad “Talyc” Vaal
Species: Human
Occupation: Mandalorian Mercenary
Character History:
Mando'ad draar digu - A Mandalorian never forgets.
Talyc was born 28 years ago with the generic Mando name Kad, the first son of veteran Mandalorian parents who had fought during the last war between the Jedi and the Sith. Following him were three little brothers, and the family enjoyed many long years growing together, fighting together, and in the end… dying together.
War is the Mandolorian way of life. From nearly the moment he opened his eyes to a stormy Mandalore sky, he had been raised militarily, yet lovingly, to be among the greatest soldiers in the galaxy. He was always fond of blades, befitting for one with his birth name, and cut himself a lot during his training, so much so it earned him the nickname “Talyc”, meaning “bloody”. Blood, blades, and the color red became his trademarks, as after the completion of his verd'goten he had grown into a vicious CQC fighter with any sort of edged weapon in his hands. Yet war, battle, fighting… it was all just a game until his happy little family was torn apart by the very root of the culture he was so proud of.
When he was a young man, his family had become involved in a conflict between intergalactic traders and space pirates. Hired to protect a large cargo ship during a journey through hostile space, it was business as usual. The pirates attacked, they fought the pirates off, all was well. But after the job, the job followed them home. Thirsty for revenge against the Mandalorians constantly meddling with their operations, the pirates swarmed their wilderness homestead en masse. Men by the dozens, speeders, even starfighter strafing runs… their wrath completely overpowered the unsuspecting mercenary family. They held out as long as they could, but everyone but Talyc was killed off one after another. Reinforcements came in the form of fellow Mandalorian neighbors, driving off the pirates, but by then it was too late for the Vaals. They were all dead, leaving only an injured Talyc, stained by the blood of his enemies and the blood of his family. He had sustained a wound to the throat, which causes his voice to sound harsh and raspy to this day.
Since then, Talyc has continued his warfaring legacy on his own… albeit with a more somber, hardened outlook.
During his career, he ended up “acquiring” a Lethisk-Class Armed Freighter* from a gang of smugglers, which he renamed “Jai'galaar” after the avian predator the Shriek-hawk. Ironically enough, a later job on Tatooine resulted in his ship being stolen from him… his target, a Hutt crimelord, confiscated it and threw Talyc to rot in a remote desert prison. Now without a ship or a family to help him out, the lonely Mandalorian was left to die in isolation.
Weaponry & Equipment:
WEAPONRY:
Blaster rifle
Vibrodagger
EQUIPMENT:
Mandalorian Scout Armor
Nanogar NJP-433 Personal Jet Pack
Skills:
Language – Bilingual (Basic and Mando’a)
Blasters – Blaster rifles
Melee - Vibrodaggers
Piloting – Freighters
Writing Sample:
“Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum…Jarah…Kyr’a…Daav…Mar’ika…Buir…”
The soft whispers drifted through the dim stony corridor, although they meant nothing to the witless Gamorrean guard and its Rodian overseer escorting the mumbler… a man in filthy brown rags with shoulder-length black hair and a dark fuzzy chin. He stumbled along clumsily – the heavy chain binding his ankles allowing only several inches for movement. This caused him to frequently fall over, as he did now. He tripped, slumping to his knees before falling flat on his face with his arms tucked under his body.
The Gamorrean squealed with porcine laughter at the pathetic sight, kicking at the prisoner’s leg to make him get up and keep moving. The man did not stir. The guard kicked him again… no response. Was he dead? It wouldn’t be surprising, considering how long and how harsh his stay had been. Lord Murlagga the Hutt wished for this particular individual’s incarceration to be as unpleasant as possible.
The Gamorrean bent over to yank the man off the floor, but failed to notice the slight fumbling movement of the supposedly unconscious man’s arms. As the Gamorrean pulled the man up to inspect him, he suddenly exploded to life, whipping out a knife from under his shirt! Even though his wrists too were chained together, he used both hands to plunge the stolen weapon into the guards throat once, twice, three times! The Gamorrean made weak gurgling noises and clutched its neck. Shocked, the Rodian yelped and ran for help. With more energy then it looked like he had, the man shouldered the stocky guard into the wall, where it slumped over, made a few final gurgles, and died. With all trace of his mock weariness gone, the man smirked grimly and hopped quickly down the corridor.
Mere minutes later, a crowd of vibro-axe wielding Gamorrean guards stormed down the corridor, checking each room as they went. They reached the final room after finding no escapee prisoners, which meant he had to be holed up in there. They gathered in front of the door, forming an impenetrable wall of bodies. The one if front hit the door control… only to find himself face-to-face with a blaster barrel and a black T-shaped visor.
“I found my kit, chakaar…”
Talyc’s blaster rifle sent a red flash of light into the guard’s face, knocking the Gamorrean backwards into its fellows. Before they regained their balance, there was an explosive roar. The Mandalorian burst from the room with a blast of his jetpack, plowing through the crowd like a beskar-jacketed missile. Talyc tucked his chin, hit the ground with his shoulder, rolled to his feet, and took off running. The Gamorreans struggled to get up and give chase.
At the far end of the corridor was a barred window overlooking the desert canyon the crude prison was built over. Talyc whipped his blaster back up to his shoulder, opening fire on the bars. Each shot made them bend a little with a spray of orange sparks. The Gamorreans were gaining, but they were not particularly speedy creatures – they’d never catch him in time. Talyc pivoted on his foot, spinning to face backwards, and engaged his jetpack once again. He rocketed backwards, hovering a few feet off the ground as he harried his pursuers with suppressive fire. He collided with the bars of the window, smashing them free, and crashed free of the prison. The guards gathered at the window, angrily watching the jets of flame shrink and disappear into the night sky. Murlagga would not be pleased.
*I included a ship in my history, but keep in mind my profile does not apply for a ship at this time. I will acquire one later, just like anyone else, but when I do, I planned on exclaiming “Hey, that’s my old ship!” instead of it being totally new. Spices things up a little, you know? I hope this is acceptable.
Name: Kad “Talyc” Vaal
Species: Human
Occupation: Mandalorian Mercenary
Character History:
Mando'ad draar digu - A Mandalorian never forgets.
Talyc was born 28 years ago with the generic Mando name Kad, the first son of veteran Mandalorian parents who had fought during the last war between the Jedi and the Sith. Following him were three little brothers, and the family enjoyed many long years growing together, fighting together, and in the end… dying together.
War is the Mandolorian way of life. From nearly the moment he opened his eyes to a stormy Mandalore sky, he had been raised militarily, yet lovingly, to be among the greatest soldiers in the galaxy. He was always fond of blades, befitting for one with his birth name, and cut himself a lot during his training, so much so it earned him the nickname “Talyc”, meaning “bloody”. Blood, blades, and the color red became his trademarks, as after the completion of his verd'goten he had grown into a vicious CQC fighter with any sort of edged weapon in his hands. Yet war, battle, fighting… it was all just a game until his happy little family was torn apart by the very root of the culture he was so proud of.
When he was a young man, his family had become involved in a conflict between intergalactic traders and space pirates. Hired to protect a large cargo ship during a journey through hostile space, it was business as usual. The pirates attacked, they fought the pirates off, all was well. But after the job, the job followed them home. Thirsty for revenge against the Mandalorians constantly meddling with their operations, the pirates swarmed their wilderness homestead en masse. Men by the dozens, speeders, even starfighter strafing runs… their wrath completely overpowered the unsuspecting mercenary family. They held out as long as they could, but everyone but Talyc was killed off one after another. Reinforcements came in the form of fellow Mandalorian neighbors, driving off the pirates, but by then it was too late for the Vaals. They were all dead, leaving only an injured Talyc, stained by the blood of his enemies and the blood of his family. He had sustained a wound to the throat, which causes his voice to sound harsh and raspy to this day.
Since then, Talyc has continued his warfaring legacy on his own… albeit with a more somber, hardened outlook.
During his career, he ended up “acquiring” a Lethisk-Class Armed Freighter* from a gang of smugglers, which he renamed “Jai'galaar” after the avian predator the Shriek-hawk. Ironically enough, a later job on Tatooine resulted in his ship being stolen from him… his target, a Hutt crimelord, confiscated it and threw Talyc to rot in a remote desert prison. Now without a ship or a family to help him out, the lonely Mandalorian was left to die in isolation.
Weaponry & Equipment:
WEAPONRY:
Blaster rifle
Vibrodagger
EQUIPMENT:
Mandalorian Scout Armor
Nanogar NJP-433 Personal Jet Pack
Skills:
Language – Bilingual (Basic and Mando’a)
Blasters – Blaster rifles
Melee - Vibrodaggers
Piloting – Freighters
Writing Sample:
“Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum…Jarah…Kyr’a…Daav…Mar’ika…Buir…”
The soft whispers drifted through the dim stony corridor, although they meant nothing to the witless Gamorrean guard and its Rodian overseer escorting the mumbler… a man in filthy brown rags with shoulder-length black hair and a dark fuzzy chin. He stumbled along clumsily – the heavy chain binding his ankles allowing only several inches for movement. This caused him to frequently fall over, as he did now. He tripped, slumping to his knees before falling flat on his face with his arms tucked under his body.
The Gamorrean squealed with porcine laughter at the pathetic sight, kicking at the prisoner’s leg to make him get up and keep moving. The man did not stir. The guard kicked him again… no response. Was he dead? It wouldn’t be surprising, considering how long and how harsh his stay had been. Lord Murlagga the Hutt wished for this particular individual’s incarceration to be as unpleasant as possible.
The Gamorrean bent over to yank the man off the floor, but failed to notice the slight fumbling movement of the supposedly unconscious man’s arms. As the Gamorrean pulled the man up to inspect him, he suddenly exploded to life, whipping out a knife from under his shirt! Even though his wrists too were chained together, he used both hands to plunge the stolen weapon into the guards throat once, twice, three times! The Gamorrean made weak gurgling noises and clutched its neck. Shocked, the Rodian yelped and ran for help. With more energy then it looked like he had, the man shouldered the stocky guard into the wall, where it slumped over, made a few final gurgles, and died. With all trace of his mock weariness gone, the man smirked grimly and hopped quickly down the corridor.
Mere minutes later, a crowd of vibro-axe wielding Gamorrean guards stormed down the corridor, checking each room as they went. They reached the final room after finding no escapee prisoners, which meant he had to be holed up in there. They gathered in front of the door, forming an impenetrable wall of bodies. The one if front hit the door control… only to find himself face-to-face with a blaster barrel and a black T-shaped visor.
“I found my kit, chakaar…”
Talyc’s blaster rifle sent a red flash of light into the guard’s face, knocking the Gamorrean backwards into its fellows. Before they regained their balance, there was an explosive roar. The Mandalorian burst from the room with a blast of his jetpack, plowing through the crowd like a beskar-jacketed missile. Talyc tucked his chin, hit the ground with his shoulder, rolled to his feet, and took off running. The Gamorreans struggled to get up and give chase.
At the far end of the corridor was a barred window overlooking the desert canyon the crude prison was built over. Talyc whipped his blaster back up to his shoulder, opening fire on the bars. Each shot made them bend a little with a spray of orange sparks. The Gamorreans were gaining, but they were not particularly speedy creatures – they’d never catch him in time. Talyc pivoted on his foot, spinning to face backwards, and engaged his jetpack once again. He rocketed backwards, hovering a few feet off the ground as he harried his pursuers with suppressive fire. He collided with the bars of the window, smashing them free, and crashed free of the prison. The guards gathered at the window, angrily watching the jets of flame shrink and disappear into the night sky. Murlagga would not be pleased.
*I included a ship in my history, but keep in mind my profile does not apply for a ship at this time. I will acquire one later, just like anyone else, but when I do, I planned on exclaiming “Hey, that’s my old ship!” instead of it being totally new. Spices things up a little, you know? I hope this is acceptable.
