Atin Kandossii
Jaded
Race: human with tuang ancestry
Age: 40
Height: 6'6
Weight: 220
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Eyes: Green
Build: Lean
Trained in martial combat , melee weapons, explosives, and ranged weapons from a youngster
Master Force level ability
Higher then average piloting skills
WEAKNESSES:
Jaded by loss and betrayal, it takes a seemingly insurmountable amount of work to gain his confidence
Has a fear of losing friends and family
Seems cold and indifferent, hard to socialize or even make friends
Birth place: Mandalore
Bio:
On the war weary world of Mandalore, warriors are born. Rifle, pistol, blade, all are the rattles, teethers, and toys of infants born to this culture. This day a male child was born to clan Cuy'val'dar. The mother was Bessani, a small statured woman from Cuy'val'dar while the father was an unjoined mando warrior who was killed in a bounty collection gone bad. The child was not remarkable, average in height weight and coloring. Only the fact that the taung blood flowed faintly through Bessani's veins and hence through the male child's as well set him apart as different. The infant was quiet and attentive, rare for one so young. With a shock of brown hair and budding gums that foretold coming teeth the child seemed average, and yet not. The taung blood would spell the child would be faster and slightly stronger then the average male with above average height. Each finger ended in a talon that were quickly sharpening with age. His sense of smell and sight would be sharper then an average man's as well. The last gift of the taung blood would be a perfect recall, holographic memory.
For the first three years of a mando boy's life he is raised by his mother. And so it was that the child was raised by his mother. When the child was yet young the adults learned that anything the child heard or saw he was able to remember. So with the new knowledge of her child, Bessani taught him what plants were helpful to heal, what plants could kill, and what plants he could combine with others to use in interrogations and the like. This may seem odd and even careless of a parent to outsiders, but that is what they are, outsiders. The mando are raised this way. They are weaned from comfort and taught about the hardness of life. Not to break them, nay, but to strengthen them. Mando mothers make strong spirits of their children, not broken ones.
When the child was two his mother died. It was nothing long and drawn out. One morning she just did not wake. The child who was merely a toddler sat at the foot of the bed in silence. Only his eyes flashed with the emotions welling inside of him. As the clan members tried to bring the boy out they noticed that whenever they approached a strong gust of wind would howl in the small house rocking lesser items in their places. The clan new the signs of a force user when they saw one. But a mando was a mando regardless.
One of the clan elders approached the house slowly. The sun glistened off his faintly green hide for he was a taung, the original inhabitants of Coruscant and the originators of the mandalorian culture. He entered the dwelling and waited until he was sure the boy knew he had entered.When the boy acknowledged the taung the elder crouched next to the boy and spoke in a quiet voice. "We were Taung, the first mandalorians. Our blood, the blood of the first, runs through your veins. You are one of the last of us, and we grow nearly extinct. To the galaxy, we already are. Let our power, our knowledge, our power burn into you and you will be mando'a."
The boy, nicknamed Beskar by the taungs, grew and learned the ways of the mando. The force came naturally to the young warrior and he grew stronger as the years passed. Now, nearly two decades have passed and Beskar has chosen to learn all the intricancies of the force.
As an adult and alor of his clan Atin was also a husband and father. After a bounty which he collected he came home and found nearly his entire clan dead. Later his brother in arms found him and told of the end of the clan and his son. With vengeance in his heart Atin joined the sith to train his force abilities to help him with his revenge.
Once he was knighted he wrecked havoc on those responsible and took their lives. He found a family with several sith that were nicknamed the sith pack. But before he fell fully to the darkside he was redeemed by the love of a woman. Freed from his shackles in the dying sith faction Atin Kandossii broke free and became a mando'ad once more.
Starting over as mando'ad, once more he settled back on Manda'yaim with his wife, who gave birth to twins. Reuniting with his younger brother and uncle, swiftly a clan was reborn, the Clan Kandossii. Begrudgingly accepting the title of alor, he led his new aliit into the future.
As everything changed around them, the Clan Kandossii stayed ever vigilant and strong, their warriors answering the call of the Mand'alor time and time again. Time went by, Mand'alor changed faces, yet the Clan continued to grow. Until the devastation of Manda'yaim.
Returning home he made his way to the compound to find it wiped from existence. Not even a trace of his wife and children were found. Slowly the aliit on jobs returned to share in the grief, but the Clan was devastated.
As the Civil War broke out Atin chose to leave mandalorian space with what remained of his Clan, taking a new home among the stars from two friends he had when he was once sith, members of the Sith pack. They two had left the ranks of Sith and welcomed him and his clan.
And so they settled, built a life, and began to grow once more. Grief stricken Atin kept his clan separate from events surrounding the mando'ade. Jobs were taken, bounties hunted, mercenary detail completed, all with no names nor Clan sigil to identify the aliit, until the Queen gave him a job. To reach out and secure trade with those he shared a name , a culture, a people with.
So once more Atin rises from self imposed exile.
