Destin Eden
Bad dreams.
NAME: Andy Rodarch
FACTION: Death Watch
RANK: Pyro
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Middleageish
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: Tallish
WEIGHT: Average
EYES: Blueish
HAIR: Brown, once.
SKIN: Horribly, horribly scarred. Think Deadpool, only darker.
FORCE SENSITIVE: ish
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
[+] Fire Resistance; Whether acquired or innate, it doesn’t matter. At this point in her life, Andy Rodarch makes a coalwalk look like a cakewalk. Schutta doesn’t even break a sweat.
[+] Fight With Anything; Sure, flames are fun, but so are shotguns. And axes. And… pans. Cacti! Statues. Trees. Bees? Roadsigns. Food. Bones. Kitchen utensils. Kitchens.
[~] Fight Anything; The true poster child for non-discrimination, Andy burns all things equally. Whether you’re a foe, a friend who’s just insulted her barbecue skills, her child, her dog, or her Sithspittin’ mother, Andy can and will pick a fight with you.
[~] Sir Swear-a-lot; When it comes to the Rodarch clan, Andy is that one family member that you never bring with to anything nice. With a mouth fouler than the cesspit under a Hutt’s palace, Andy’s only saving grace is the horrible gasmask that distorts most of her speech. Pray she never takes it off.
[–] Short Atten— Ooh, Shiny! Good luck trying to keep her focused in combat. Or during training. Or during any other activity, really. Andy will often wander off or pick up a new task despite orders to the opposite, and won’t even register the distraction.
[–] Burned, Baby, Burned; While her talent for fire is undisputed, accidents happen. Especially to young, reckless, and highly inattentive pyromaniacs. Nobody really knows how bad the damage actually is, but Andy rarely takes off her suit, and there’s probably a good reason for it. In reality, she’s more scar tissue than skin at this point.
APPEARANCE:
Usually seen wearing a full-body non-flammable suit – of appropriate camo colors for whatever terrain she’s heading into – and her trademark gasmask.
BIOGRAPHY:
Once, there was a little girl called Andrea, who went frolicking with her Clan through the blooming fields of Mandalore. She laughed, learned to shoot a gun, rode asharl panthers, and generally did Things That Children Do™. On her fifth birthday, she was finally old enough to properly blow the candles on her cake. Except she didn’t.
Instead, she burned down half the party tent, the nearby field, the barn, and a good portion of the guests. After that, her dad took her to their hermit uncle, ‘where she’d be safer’. Only later, when years imparted some intelligence to that flame-besotten brain, did Andy realize that her father had removed her from clan life because she was a danger to others. Certainly to herself, but mostly to the rest of the good pub-going, war-mongering Mandalorians of Clan Rodarch.
She grew up playing with grenades, rifles, open fire, matches, engines, volcanoes, and central heating. Basically anything that had to do with excessive warmth in any shape or form. Andy finally came into her own when her uncle built her an imposing flamethrower, a parting gift for her passage into adulthood.
And it was a really f*cking big flamethrower.
SHIP:
None
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
ROLE-PLAYS:
FACTION: Death Watch
RANK: Pyro
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Middleageish
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: Tallish
WEIGHT: Average
EYES: Blueish
HAIR: Brown, once.
SKIN: Horribly, horribly scarred. Think Deadpool, only darker.
FORCE SENSITIVE: ish
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
[+] Fire Resistance; Whether acquired or innate, it doesn’t matter. At this point in her life, Andy Rodarch makes a coalwalk look like a cakewalk. Schutta doesn’t even break a sweat.
[+] Fight With Anything; Sure, flames are fun, but so are shotguns. And axes. And… pans. Cacti! Statues. Trees. Bees? Roadsigns. Food. Bones. Kitchen utensils. Kitchens.
[~] Fight Anything; The true poster child for non-discrimination, Andy burns all things equally. Whether you’re a foe, a friend who’s just insulted her barbecue skills, her child, her dog, or her Sithspittin’ mother, Andy can and will pick a fight with you.
[~] Sir Swear-a-lot; When it comes to the Rodarch clan, Andy is that one family member that you never bring with to anything nice. With a mouth fouler than the cesspit under a Hutt’s palace, Andy’s only saving grace is the horrible gasmask that distorts most of her speech. Pray she never takes it off.
[–] Short Atten— Ooh, Shiny! Good luck trying to keep her focused in combat. Or during training. Or during any other activity, really. Andy will often wander off or pick up a new task despite orders to the opposite, and won’t even register the distraction.
[–] Burned, Baby, Burned; While her talent for fire is undisputed, accidents happen. Especially to young, reckless, and highly inattentive pyromaniacs. Nobody really knows how bad the damage actually is, but Andy rarely takes off her suit, and there’s probably a good reason for it. In reality, she’s more scar tissue than skin at this point.
APPEARANCE:
Usually seen wearing a full-body non-flammable suit – of appropriate camo colors for whatever terrain she’s heading into – and her trademark gasmask.
BIOGRAPHY:
Once, there was a little girl called Andrea, who went frolicking with her Clan through the blooming fields of Mandalore. She laughed, learned to shoot a gun, rode asharl panthers, and generally did Things That Children Do™. On her fifth birthday, she was finally old enough to properly blow the candles on her cake. Except she didn’t.
Instead, she burned down half the party tent, the nearby field, the barn, and a good portion of the guests. After that, her dad took her to their hermit uncle, ‘where she’d be safer’. Only later, when years imparted some intelligence to that flame-besotten brain, did Andy realize that her father had removed her from clan life because she was a danger to others. Certainly to herself, but mostly to the rest of the good pub-going, war-mongering Mandalorians of Clan Rodarch.
She grew up playing with grenades, rifles, open fire, matches, engines, volcanoes, and central heating. Basically anything that had to do with excessive warmth in any shape or form. Andy finally came into her own when her uncle built her an imposing flamethrower, a parting gift for her passage into adulthood.
And it was a really f*cking big flamethrower.
SHIP:
None
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
ROLE-PLAYS:
