NAME: Ardasz Verd
ALLEGIANCE: Clan Verd | Mandalorian Crusaders
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 30s
HEIGHT: 6'0"
BUILD: Welterweight
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Tanned
FORCE SENSITIVE: No.
FACE: x
VETERAN Many battles and trials during his life have hardened Ardasz from childhood until the present. His skills as a martial combatant are a cut above Galactic Standard.
MURDER MACHINIST A skilled Mandalorian technician and engineer in his own right, Ardasz has the skills to create and customize tools for use in Beskar'gam, and to enhance them to maximize lethality. In the hands of this Mando, a wrist laser is a weapon of Mass Destruction.
HEAVY Many Mandalorians prefer a lightweight or easy moving style of armor that allows them to move more freely and sweep up battlefields with finesse. Ardasz is the heavy hitter who mops up what's left. He stands as the shield between his allies and those who would do them harm, equipped with heavy Beskar armor and energy shields to keep him alive. Needless to say, he's not going anywhere fast- but no one's getting past him, either.
SLOW In his armor, Ardasz weighs almost twice as much. Various tools that keep him alive and his weapons all add to the bulk that is his War Machine, and he might not be able to keep up with your average Jedi- but he more than makes up for it in survivability and lethality.
THUNDER With his extensive variety of tools, armor, and weaponry requiring electronics to function, EMPs and Ion weapons are a constant threat to Ardasz's efficiency.
THE BLACK SHEEP When the Crusade first fell to pieces, Ardasz was one of the quietest and quickest to leave. His closeness to the family, and to most other Mandalorians is an oddity in the culture. While he sees importance in maintaining the bonds, he is not necessarily the best at keeping in contact. He and his half brother, [member="Isley Verd"] have this in common. He's also one of the few Verd who believe the Force to be an unnecessary addition to the Mandalorian arsenal- not endearing when you consider the rest of the family tree.
When the time came for their Crusade, Ardasz gladly joined the cause. His own half-sibling, Mand'alor. He would never have believed it if not for seeing it with his own two eyes. While the Clans as a whole sat themselves on Mandalore and decided against Crusade, those who stood with Isley amassed themselves on the Northern Fringes and clawed their way southward from Echoy'la. For a time, their iron fists consumed some of the most influential worlds in the Galaxy- until another came, and swallowed Isley's claim.
The Viszla called Ra, known to the Mando'ade as the Undying, unified all Mando'ade under one banner, claiming Isley as his Warmaster to placate those who followed him. For a time, the Crusade continued- until it died away, and the eyes of the Undying turned inward.
Civil War, they called it. A war to destroy the heart of the people, turning brother against brother. Even his own belief that the Force was a blight on their people and a gateway drug to sloth, Ardasz could not agree with fully purging those who were sensitive. So, when those who were splintered by this event went their separate ways, Ardasz bided his time on the fringes of the Galaxy. He learned about different technologies and cultures, and he improved his skills as an engineer.
Not once did he let his skills as a warrior lessen, either.
The time came that the unthinkable happened. Isley put out the call, to the Confederacy yes, but also to his kinsmen across the Galaxy. They would Crusade once more. Gone would be the days of weakness among Mandalorians. Once more, they would be allowed to thrive in the best way they knew how.
