Aver Brand
Mercicle
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
Intent: Moar Point Nadir.
Image Credit: B-Dunnhttps://b-dunn.deviantart.com/
Role: Le nettoyeur.
Links: Nadirhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/109903-nadir/, Point Nadir
Age: 62
Force Sensitivity: Non-Force user
Species: Arkanian-Sephi offshot
Appearance: Out of his armor, Aesor carries himself with a surprising elegance for his age, culture of origin, and current place or residence. That is to say, he would look more at home in an upper-class Coruscanti restaurant than strolling down the streets of Nadir.
Not that he’s dumb enough to get out of his armor when strolling down a Nadir street. White as snow despite his best attempts at tanning – the source of his pet peeve of a nickname – Aesor’s arkanian heritage is easily betrayed in the pallor of his eyes and skin.
Name: Aesor “Tanner” Rodarch
Rank: Formerly Alor of Clan Rodarch, now dar’manda
Loyalties: Nadir, The Great Clan Begeren
Wealth: Well-off for a grunt
Notable Possessions:
Tyber S’ettim, a wicked old Ashal panther
Beskar’gamhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Mandalorian_armor/Legends, well abused
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Skills:
Expert tracker, both in natural and urban environments
Knowledgeable chemist, especially with explosives and… ‘solvents’
Solid left hook for an old man. Right hook too, come to think of it
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Personality: Put as succinctly as he likes to do himself – jaded old man.
Though really, he’s neither as jaded nor as old as he’d like you to think. The many decades spent in this galaxy had hardened him to a degree, but softened him in others. The fervent conviction of his youth is long gone, replaced instead by an honest appreciation for all the diversity the universe has to offer. He chuckles at the passion of the thugs fresh off the street, but it’s without malice.
In his time working for Nadir, he’s taught many an apprentice in the aspects of the job he does. He’s firm, wiry like a steak off an elder bull, but possessed of a seemingly infinite patience. Even under the harshest of conditions, Aesor never cracks – he accepts life in stride, now. Too old to laugh in the face of death anymore, he greets it with a wry grin and a cigarra instead.
COMBAT INFORMATION
Weapon of Choice: P- and E-Series Nadir products. #JobPerks
Combat Function: His frontline days are long over – Aesor knows this, and Nadir knows this. Though he can hold his own in most fights, it’s not his role to play anymore. Unless something goes very wrong, younger blood is meant to spill in his place.
Well-rounded: As most Mandalorians, Aesor Rodarch, too, grew up with a blaster in one hand and a beskad in the other. Though long past his heyday, he’s still a force to be reckoned with in combat. Never underestimate the guy who’s had a lifetime to learn from his mistakes.
No trace? No problem: Aesor is the main cleaner Nadir keeps on retainer. He’s discreet, swift, and efficient, much like the rest of the organization itself. When he leaves, the mess leaves with him – no matter the size of the explosion, or the reach of the arterial spray.
Arkanian: An artifact of his arkanian bloodline, Aesor has retained his ability to see into the infra-red spectrum despite the many generations between him and his last pure-blooded ancestor. This, however, also means that strong sources of light dazzle and blind him much easily than normal.
Involuntary retirement: A particularly bad accident on the job nearly landed him in a wheelchair – though he’s managed to recover enough to walk again, Aesor suffers chronic back pain. A piece of his shattered pelvis remains stuck inside his femoral joint, and tends to grind badly against cartilage whenever he puts his left leg under too much stress. When exposed to particularly tempestuous or cold weather, his arthritis flares up to a point that he can barely light a cigarra.
Aesor is just one more Mandalorian from the old generation – the hot-blooded young bunch who came into their own at the tailend of the 400 year darkness. He took to the galaxy with his brothers and sisters, alive with a thirst for conquest. He killed, drank, and karked away much of his early twenties, lending itself to a memory pockmarked with blackouts and holes.
The death of his mother was the first sobering kick to the nuts, but in a war that was going from bad to worse, they were dying by the thousands. Civil unrest and bickering began tearing the Clans apart, and Aesor could only watch with a dawning sense of bone-deep disillusionment as families took up arms against one another. The Rodarch finally snapped when his own husband put a blaster to his head – blew his brains out over the walls of the family home to spare Clan Deshra the shame.
After that, Aesor left.
Not that his life changed so radically, then. Manda or dar’manda, his job remained the same in the end; point and shoot. Only now, he fought for credits instead of glory, and he’d work for just about anyone so long as they paid well and weren’t too picky about his methods. It mattered little in the end – Aesor left most of his earnings at the bottom of the bottle for the best part of a decade.
It was his cousin, Andy, that briefly dragged him back into the unholy chaos of Mandalorian affairs. When the first reincarnation of the Death Watch was just starting up, Aesor returned to take up his former rank. There, nobody gave much of a shet he’d been declared dar’manda, once – their whole lot were condemned by half their kin from the very start. He stuck with their cause until it petered out into death and succession politics. Smelling the familiar spiel from lightyears away, the Rodarch legged it again.
This time, it was for good.
Mercenary work remained as popular as ever. In this beautiful galaxy, war was never far around the corner, and neither were his contracts. He’d burned away the alcohol habit. Age and flamethrowers. Wisened but not wizened, Aesor eventually drifted his way to Point Nadir. He found steady work there, with a different kind of Clan – the Great Clan Koba.
Couldn’t escape infighting though, not even here. Though, perhaps by now at least, the Rodarch knew what to expect. With the coming of the Equalizers to the station, the territorial dynamics shifted quickly and violently – lasted barely a few months, and then it was over. Just like that. Aesor was subsumed into Begeren, recognized his value as an asset rather than a corpse.
After suffering horrific injuries in a speeder-chase-turned-firefight-turned-explosion, the mercenary had no choice but to retire from active duty in the field. His many skills accumulated throughout the course of a long and storied career were instead put to use in the aftermath of the action he used to participate in.
Far as lives go, Aesor can’t complain – he’s still got one.
