Arva
Member
NAME: Arva “Thorus” Dala
FACTION: Mandalorians, The Primeval
RANK: Mandalorian Initiate
SPECIES: Mandalorian Zabrack born on Concordia, though for classification reasons he counts itself as an Iridonian Zabrack since he does not considers as Zabrack those from Dathomir
AGE: 25
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 1,9 meters, (6'3”, I think, though I'm not used to count in inches and feet)
WEIGHT: 90 kilograms
EYES: Very pale yellow, sometimes mistaken as grey
HAIR: He keeps his hair cleanly shaven but if he didn't he would sport pitch black hair.
SKIN: Grey due to the exposition of a different kind of solar radiation, with black tattoes.
FORCE SENSITIVE: No, though he has a lot of respect for those Force Users who abide to the rules of honour.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
UPS:
Cameratism: Arva has a always a very openminded, encouraging and heartfull attitude towards everyone, a habit he derived from his time in the Journeyman Protectors paratroops when he often took rookies under his protective wing in order to help them survive. He will always help a vohd in arms, especially if they're younger and less experienced than him, and will never come to collect the favours folks owe him unless his life depends on that.
Politeness: Arva always shows a sometime excessive form of respect when dealing with authorities, expressed through the ritualised greetings and salutation of his clan's tradition.
Paratrooper's Training: when it comes to flying a jetpack, jumping from the sky, wielding a blaster carbine or simply busting his way through excessive resistance with lightning fast precision and deafening speed, Arva can shows his usefullness in combat.
Oathsworn: an oath is forever. When Arva makes a promise, you better learn pretty quick at which end you stand, for he will get quite reckless and sentimental untill that promise is fulfilled, whatever it may be. Sometimes, he has gotten along quite well with Wookiees
Just Make It Fly!: Arva is not just trained to be a kowakian monkey lizard in plasteel armor, but his overeffusional mind seems to be naturally predisposed to learning physics, engineering and chemistry specifically related to make things fly. From designing a Jetpack's systems to its fuel mixture on the fly, you can always count on him if he has access to the right tools and raw resources.
Hit Them Where It Hurts!: As an intervention forces trooper, Arva is very proficient in close quarter combat, but unarmed and armed.
DOWNS:
Too Much Cameratism: sometimes, Arva tends to get overattached to his companions, making him commit daft and overly dangeorous acts if they are hurt. He will come to refusing to obey orders or attacking his superiors if he is ordered to leave his vohde behind; he lost too many brethren in too many battles and cannot stand to see them being betrayed.
Say it out loud: since he is used to hit and run style attacks for his past in the paratroops and, on the other side, the defying standoffs tipical in mandalorian folklore and culture, he is completely unable to take stealth, infiltration and sniping missions. He is a soldier, neither a commando nor a predator.
Right to the friggin' face!: both as a Dala and as himself, Arva is willingly to face the jaws of hell head on, and will consider very poorly those who scheme, plot or choose not to go the shortest and most direct way to their target.
Itching Fingers: in theory, a Mandalorian should be the paragon of controlled violence. Well, Arva sort of is, but his tolerance threshold is terribly lower than that of his brethren so he is very much likely to pull out a blaster long before offenses have been exchanged.
Infomaniac: as a soldier, Arva has seen his share of botched assaults due to lack or inaccuracy of the intelligence he and his squad have been fed. This has led him to develop an almost pedantic and fastidious addiction to knowledge: he always has to learn more, no matter about what.
Which Is The Shooty End?: since he has never had the chance to improove his long range sharpshooting skills, he is a very terrible shot already after the 500 meters mark.
APPEARANCE:
Arva is a tall man, close to 2 meters in height, and of proportionate build: the effects of his mandalorian upbringing are evident in muscle mass and weight of tread, but he had to contain his weight building since it would have made operating the jetpack and running and gunning more difficult.
Aside of that, Arva's skin is dull grey, a reaction of his genetic inheritance to the different kind of radiations his kind was used to on its homeworld of Iridonia, which he has covered in black tattoes, drawn both from the Zabrak and mandalorian mithologies. Especially, those on his head and shoulders are symbols of freedom, honour, being bound to one's word and duty towards the Cause. His Zabrak inheritance is testified by a loose line of horns which run from his forehead to the backof his neck both horizontally and vertically.
When he is not wearing his armor, he usually wears a mechanic's jumpsuit which reveals only his face.
BIOGRAPHY:
“Hell, that's a long answer you're asking for... well, I guess, I'll have to start somewhere, right?, so let's do it from the beggining. I was born on Concordia, the Homeworld's moon, way less years ago than I should have if you consider what I'm going to tell you, in a fairly close-knit aliit: the Dala. You may have heard of the crazy-butts Ordo, you may have heard of those spooky Fett folks, the silent types, you see... well, we Dala are different: hell bent on defending, keeping, fortifying, all sorts of trials on endurance that you nayc'mando folks might consider suicidal or downright “barbarous”... wait, was that the word? Or it was “barbaric”... never mind, I take it you get the idea.
So, I was the midborn of three children and I think you would find lots of fancy meanings to my being the only male child my parents had... think I'll never get that part about difference in gender, you know? That just sounds pointless when it comes to defending the homestead or wielding weapons.
Anyway, my infancy was kind of normal: training, socializing with other aliit folks and, well... you see, for a Mando the aliit, the clan, is a goos sixth of its life, right? Mine was a “no-nonsense” one, with its feet firmly on the ground, while I... well, I felt claustrophobic. I wanted to see stuff, face different stuff, I wanted to fly and tamper with machines, though my family did not approve of that.
So, you might ask what did that young and reckless Mando do? He followed the aliit's way or he went his own? Well, the answer is “his own”. As soon as I was able to join the Journeyman Protectors, Concordian police folks, I enlisted for their special intervention teams, those who fly in, sow panic and destruction and then fly out... yeah, I understand that it may sound crazy on Mando level but, hey, it was a heckload of fun! Not exactly what I expected to be when I signed up, but the chance to do what I liked and at the same time do some good to those who gave me life was a fair occasion, don't you think? That way, I fulfilled my share of the Resol'nare... I still need to fix the “clan and children” part, but that's, well, that's in the pipeline, let's say just that.
And then what? What did our flight-addicted Mandalorian do in the crazy police flying corps? Hell, what sort of question is that?! I did what I had to: fly, shoot, brawl, get bonked on every flipping bone of my body, horns included and untill my tatoos faded from blaster fire, that's what I did!
No, I'm a tinsy winsy bit exhaggerating, but I think I conveyed the concept well enough. And now I'm here, at 25, with some military and riot grade training, a whole life in front of me and a ship I got in quite an unusual way... what I'm going to do? Meh, I'm not sure... perhaps hunting just to uphold the old traditions though I'm not that kinda guy, perhaps some more flying, or even engineering... well, that may be a good idea, don't you think?”
SHIP:
After his tour in the Journeyman Protectors was over, his family got involved in an attack on a Death Watch encampent and looted a small wing of GEAR:
Longbladed Vibroblade usually kept in a sheath on the thigh
Standard issue Journeymen Protectors high caliber slugthrower pistol
Standard issue Journeymen Protectors blaster carbine modified with a reinforced stock for melee combat and a red dot sight.
Pilot Jumpsuit used for civilian life
Mandalorian traditional light armor
TD1.4 electrobinoculars
Jetpack
Personal datapad
KILLS:
So far, none.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
So far, none
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ROLE-PLAYS:
So far, none
