Alaric

[Julius Sedaire]

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"If they ever tell my story let them say that I walked with giants. Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but these names will never die. Let them say I lived in the time of [member="Ember Rekali"], the Night Father. Let them say I lived in the time of [member="Ordo"] ."​

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NAME: Alaric
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Human(K'paur/Thyrsian)
AGE: Late 20's, early 30's
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'10"
WEIGHT: 260lbs
EYES: Bright Blue
HAIR: Dark Brown
SKIN: Olive skinned
FORCE SENSITIVE: Unknown

STRENGTHS:

• (+)Ambidextrous: Not something that most would count as a huge advantage, just you try and fight someone hand to hand, or in any type of melee or even CQB, and come tell the tale of how easy it was and how little difference it made. Alaric is capable of fighting with a weapon in either hand to no detriment, or in either hand just as well.
  
• (+)Blade-song: Not yet a master by any stretch of the imagination, the raw talent Alaric shows with a blade is frightening to some. Owing to nothing more than keen instinct and raw talent, he seems to master almost any hand-weapon or the like handed to him, though he prefers a long, single-edged blade above all else. Often he is reported to be heard humming whilst fighting
  
• (+)Perfect Specimen: Owing to a hard life on the fringe and in slave pits, the physique and physical conditioning of Alaric is beyond logic for most. More than the overly cut and showy muscle of no real use in some bodybuilders, every bit of the aspiring Mandalorians physique was and is developed for strength and adaptability in combat

WEAKNESSES:

• (-)Stubborn: Despite being a preeminent warrior, Alaric is a shoddy tactician at best, and this is due in best part to his stubbornness. Once a course of action is set, he is loathe to pull from said course and change his approach. This can border on suicidal blindness to a goal in combat.
  
• (-)Raw: He is skilled, talented, and eager. But there is a lack of actual battle to his name, and a dearth of deeds to his legend. He is just starting, and often this means that where others might show caution, approach in a wiser manner, or avoid the fight altogether, Alaric will charge in with eager passion untempered yet by years.
  
• (-)Spiders and Snakes: Perhaps an odd phobia, Alaric is deathly frightened of serpents and arachnids, or anything even appearing close. This is a paranoia that borders on uncontrollable, and takes visible effort and mental control to overcome, greatly reducing his ability to function and be.

Alaric is just slightly above average height, with a lean and wiry build that is impressive in stature. His eyes are a bright, almost sky or electric blue, and his hair is the close-cut and cropped buzz cut of a career warrior. How long that career is, well... Who knows... A face stern, but not utterly alien to laughter or a smile. Stubble usually graces his cheeks and face, and he walks with a predatory, almost rolling gait, wearing the ill-fitting Mandalorian armor of durasteel, battered and aged, and barely functional.

Alaric was born to unknown parents on a backwater world of no importance. Eventually, his destitute parents sold him off at a pre-teen age to a local slaver. Or the slaver captured him to hold debts settled and they didn't exactly fight back. The story changes with who you ask, or what mood Alaric is in.

The warrior grew first as a labor slave in mines and camps for his master and was eventually used in brawling pits. These were not bouts of skill and fame, but bare-knuckle street slugfests in back alleys. One day, the fight turned sour when a defeated gambler pulled a pistol on a Mandalorian who had bet on Alaric.

Ill-fated and planned, the attempted murder was over before the aggressor could fire a shot. And the Mandalorian, in an odd show of perhaps affection or mercy, had taken a younger Alaric in under his wing. Their escape was brief, fleeing barely a planet over before stopping for fuel. Hired guns of his masters' master tracked them down, and the fight was intense.

Though the hirelings were defeated, and they fled towards a hide-away spot, the rescuer of the young man was not fated to live long, and in his passing bequeathed a book and his armor to Alaric, urging him to read both, and make a choice to be who he wished to be for once in his life. The implication was that the request to read was not a compulsion, but a gift of freedom.

Reading what he would come to know as the core of his life, the Six Tenets of the Mando'ade, he finally felt a spark within him. Here were ideals, and a culture, that he could latch onto. The book contained a decrypt key that turned over ship control to him, and he read all the logs and files and books he could, letting the ship drift towards some other uncharted world in the Outer Rim.

Eventually, he took the armor from his friends' room and donned it. The colors were kept the same, a battered forest green and black, with muted gunmetal detailing. The fit of the armor was very close, but enough that a practised eye could tell it was a hand-me-down that had not been altered to fit the new wearer yet. Most of the time after, until transit was finished, was spent training and adapting to the armor and weaponry on it, and in the ship.

Whatever else may come, he knew now in his soul that he was a Mandalorian. And he would live by their tenets and codes until his last breath.

THEME-SONG:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aa25ZdYCNLA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yj_wyw6Xrq4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cd2RZjVv8Lo

SHIP:

• Abattoir Class Starfighter

KILLS:

• TBD

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:

• TBA

Total: 1

Public: 1

• Trouble on Takodana