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Akhuna Sharratt
Thanks, Mithias, for the great character model
NAME: Akhuna Sharratt
FACTION: Clan Sharratt, Black Sun
RANK: Enforcer
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 29
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 1.85m (6'0")
WEIGHT: 83Kg (183lbs)
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Dark blonde
SKIN: Fair
FORCE SENSITIVE: Slightly. Never developed.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
STRENGTHS:
Ruthless: Once set on a goal or objective, Akhuna will be laser focused in achieving it and willing to go to any lengths to succeed. Facing every combat, no matter the size, as a life-or-death situation, she will often pull every last scrap of energy and resolve to overcome whatever odds.
Scholar: Despite not being formally taught until late in life, Akhuna is curious and willing to learn about different subjects, new cultures and especially the philosophies, foundations and doctrines of enemies. Such willingness to learn, however, ust always be accompanied by pernsonal interest, or any attempts at learning will be in vain.
Disciplined: To become the ultimate warrior, one needs to devote time and energy into evolving body and mind. To keep and constantly improve sharpness on both accounts, Akhuna adopts strict diets, exercises and training routines and abstains from most vices.
Compassionate: Despite being constantly surrounded by war, crime and violence, and despite not showing mercy to most foes, Akhuna has a strange compassion to the innocent, specially the weak and vulnerable, a probable reflex of her previous life. Maybe seen as a weakness, she feels that going up against defenseless individuals not only hurts her honor, but also herself.
WEAKNESSES:
Emotionally closed: Akhuna will never admit it, but she dreads growing close to others. Personal relationships were always hard since Nar Shaddaa, usually being reduced to the reliability of the battlefield. Whenever a connection seems to run deeper than that of a colleague, she will back away and keep a distance from said person until whatever feelings are gone.
Slightly Fanatic: Akhuna's devotion and belief in the mandalorian ways, in the honor of combat and the values that guide their culture and society can often put her at a disadvantage as she insists to play by the rules and stick to her mandalorian morals even against foes that might have no honor at all.
Tecnhologically Limited: Despite being and avid learner and a versatile combatant, Akhuna lacks on the technological side of things, having no more understanding of computer systems and mechanics than the average civilian. Therefore, whenever a problem cannot be solved with words and blasters alone, she will rely heavily in third parties.
APPEARANCE:
Every inch of Akhuna's body has been build for strength paired with agility, making her almost a perfect specimen of human biology. Naturally a large woman, she had her physique built up by intensive training into the perfect balance of bulkiness and leanness. Her combat habits are also seen on how she sports her long blonde hair: despite its length, it is almost all the time seen pinned or tied up to easily fit in the helmet and not interfere in a fight. Akhuna has several small scars over her body and a considerable burn mark on her left shoulder and neck.
Unlike most members of her clan, she has opted to have no tattoos or artifical markings, choosing to nurture her scars as her own decorations and reminders of any important event. Such somberity is visible on her every move and expression, usually keeping a straight face, closed body language and and overall posture inherit to the discipline and contained energy of a fighter.
BIOGRAPHY:
One of the many orphans on Nar Shaddaa, Akhuna was never sure whther or not she had a real surname or family at all. There was a girl who looked a lot like her, who she assumed to be her sister, and an older human boy who was, by all effects, a very protective older brother, but as the youngest in that odd and fragile family, she had no memory at all regarding how they ended up together and alone in that bloody moon. The boy, Thevlin, insisted some day they would get a ship together and get out of there, an empty promise that originated a collective fantasy of a better life.
Whether her supposed siblings achieved said goal remains a mystery to Akhuna, but the dream ended for her on a fateful streetfight. One of the other groups of children hustling to survive the rough landscape had, for some reason, picked a fight with Theena, the assumed sister, over a motive lost in time. Nevertheless, the 7 year old Akhuna insisted to stand for her friend, picking up a pipe and joining the older girl on the receiving end of a beating she could have easily avoided. Nevertheless, each swing she managed to take at the assailants was worth every hit she took herself.
Eventually, however, the girls were outpowered by the older and more numerous boys, and Akhuna could tell for sure at least one of them would likely end up dead the second they took away her improvised weapon, but then in a second a red storm took over the stinky alleys of Nar Shaddaa. Blaster fired rained around her for a mere second, the older children turning to run but falling down just as fast, smoking holes in each one of them. For a second she thought Thevlin had arrived, but the precision and speed of the shots were just... too good for him. Then she saw the golden armor, the helmet with the T-shaped mirrored dark visor, the waving cape and smoking pair of blasters.
The mandalorian had an offer to make. He wished to take the Akhuna in. Adopt her as his own, educate her in their ways. Something about seeing her bravery in fighting stronger foes, her loyalty to the other girl, the fire in her every blow. But no matter how much they bargained, the stranger would only take her. No sister, no brother, no friend. Only her. She refused, but her sister did not. Knowing the man stored a better future for Akhuna than Nar Shaddaa could ever proportionate and tempted by the promise of a thousand credits there and then, Theena basically sold the younger girl to the mandalorian, reassuring but hardly convincing her, and that was the last she ever saw of her old family.
For the following years, she was raised as mandalorian, trained and educated in their ways, loved and welcomed by the clan and family. Forgeting her origins was hard, and she always held a slight grudge against her adoptive father for refusing to embrace her siblings, but as she grew into a warrior and proud mandalorian, finding new brothers in arms, the past became nothing but that.
At age 12, with the raw instincts shaped by the rough childhood carved into the skillset of a warrior, she took on the first jobs besides her savior turned father, the hardships of battle reinforcing their bonds and leading to the understanding and forgiveness of the gesture from their first meeting: his decision to take her and only her were a selectionof strength, a first lesson and a way to boost her resolve. When she returned to Nar Shaddaa representing her clan on Black Sun business, ten years after her departure from the moon, she barely felt anything but curiosity accompanied by a vague hope that Theena and Thevlin had succeeded on their interestellar dreams.
By the time she turned 22, the man she called father passed away naturally in a bittersweet event as she returned to the state of orphan to a man who was never married. This time, however, she could rely in way more than two people to have her back. Even being reserved and closed, she knew she had a family of warclad fighters, she knew she was part of a people whose might was feared across the galaxy and she knew the man who changed her life had thought her everything anyone would ever need to take on anything the universe could ever spawn.
SHIP:
None
KILLS:
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
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