Character Caeos Prahl

[Caeos Prahl]

General Information​ Name : Caeos Prahl Aliases : N/A Age : Early Sixties Species : Human // Mandalorian [Foundling] Gender : Female Homeworld : Taris Residence : N/A Force Sensitivity : No Faction : N/A Occupation : Tradesperson // Verd Physical Information​ Height : 5’5 Weight : 151lbs Eyes : Brown Hair : Dark Burnette, Cropped Skin/Body : White, pale. Minor scarring, upper limb cybernetic prostetics. Build : Lanky Personality : Sympathetic // Polite // Observant // Stubborn Equipment Beskar'gam // Arm // Main Hand // Secondary // Melee I // Melee II // Ship​

[ Mother - 13 Kinds - To The Blade ]​

Skills Inept (X) | Novice (I) | Competence (II) | Proficiency (III) Expertise (IV)| Mastery (V) | Specialist (VI)​ Trade: Leather Working (IV) Foundry Work (IV) Forge Work (V) Mechanical Engineering (IV) Electrical Engineering (II) Physical Sciences (I) Armor Craft (III) Gun Smithing (I) Blade Smithing (II) Non-Commercial Piloting & Navigation (IV) Splicing (III) Martial: Marksman Training (Small-Arms)(III) Melee Training (Dual & Pole-Arms) (III) Hand to Hand Combat (Boxing)(II) Mixed Martial Arts (I) Languages: Galactic Basic - Native Mando'a - Fluent Binary - Fluent Droid - Semi-Fluent Huttese - Semi-Fluent Galactic Sign Language - Sparce Allies // Kin​ Khudak Dai Trajan Fett Ketra Prahl | Laed Prahl | Jado Prahl | Dyain Frisia

Time Line // Biography
"Of all things I can recall, I remember my sister the best. She was..brilliant. I don't know how or even why, but we hadn't made it to the Station with out her. Ketra looks like her and somedays it's all I can think about. She doesn't even know she's my last link to them. It's foolish but I still hope they're out there, that they're alive. It's like I have a duty to..them. People I can't even really remember, then the Clan who has taken us in, and to the memory of Chyarde..It's too much and the list just keeps growing."

0 - 7 years : Born on the backwater world of Taris, Caeos' family spent years trying to crawl their way out of poverty and the toxic slums of the trash world. The air and planet side polluted heavily by refinery and waste. Her earliest memories were from the sector's space station, learning wiring and ship maintenance from her step-father. Caeos only knows they were lucky to have found work off the planet. She remembers her birth family vaguely, her mother's golden hair, her birth father's name, but the last face he recalls vividly was her eldest sister's. The last hours spent on the station were in the workshops, it had been a quiet week and tense. Charged with the care of her infant niece regularly, Caeos was keeping an eye the babe, Ketra. Unbeknownst to the majority of the population The Sith Empire was sweeping through the sector and the station was boarded violently. When the first explosions rocked the ship, much of the communications were fried and in the confusion Caeos fled through the public halls with her niece. As a girl of just eight standard years, she wasn't able to get far-let alone find a member of her family while Sith Imperial Soldiers were taking the hub by force. In the chaos Caeos was pulled aside by a Beocca Prahl, a Mandalorian. She was given one choice, to flee.

"Beocca had endless amounts of patience with me, even after the younger children joined the Clan. I'm hardly a warrior. I feel like I only pale in their fearlessness and strength. She's tried to reassure me otherwise but I don't know...Ketra regards her like a mother, mothers are suppose to say things like that right? Is it wrong that all I see is a stranger when I look at her, even after all theses years. It's not fair to her, I am trying-I just don't know if I will be ready to carry the mantle of a Mandalorian, if I can make her proud."

7 - 13 years : Beocca served as Clan Prahl's Alor, a modest and small clan of a dozen warriors and tradespersons that resided outside the main city sector on Mandalore. Clan Prahl for the majority were farmers in times of peace and Caeos and Ketra were raised closely in the Agriculture Zones in a traditional homestead. Like any child of Mandalore, they were brought up in the way of a warrior and taught Mando'a. There had been attempts to locate their birth family, but the Taris sector had become extremely hostile and the general populace scattered. They were not able to find any direct leads. Caeos struggled through the physical demands of training and was sullen and confused for much of her childhood. Ketra seemingly flourished alongside several other siblings, with very little memories of the time before. When Caeos had adjusted enough, she was introduced to the forge works and took to crafting did she begin to show promise. Clan Prahl arranged for an apprenticeship for her when she showed talent.

"I wasn't watching the corner when Chyarde came dropping in with her jetpack, the city levels were swarmed by the Sith's forces and she was going back to grab Ketra. She was shot in the helm before she reached Khudak and others and she..died on impact. I had never seen someone die-I just..I had a blaster in hand and I couldn't fire a shot, I was suppose to cover her. I had frozen up, the explosions and bodies..She had trusted me, stupid me-and I failed her."

13 - Present : The Fall Of Mandalore spelled a second drastic change for Caeos' life. The skies burned a hellish red and the attack from the Sith Empire was swift-encompassing the whole planet. The Clans from the local communities rallied in defense including Prahl. While of age, Beocca had chosen to delay Caeos' oath and she was not fit for battle. Instead the local Clans organized a select few young verd alongside and charged them with escorting the communities younglings off the planet, including Caeos and Ketra. Plied with a blaster and a firm farewell, the girls were carted off with several other children. It was here Caeos met Khudak and Chyarde Dai. Fleeing the countryside for Industrial Zone for the the latter's gunship. Sith Imperial forces had already swept through the urban center and the city was being shelled. This was the first taste of real combat let alone war Caeos had faced, struggling to keep the younglings calm and assist the verd. Chyarde was shot down in the escape covering Caeos while they ran. Khudak refused to leave her kin's body behind to be disgraced and sent Caeos and the younglings ahead. Khudak regrouped with them later with pieces of Chyarde's armor, escaping off the planet hours after the initial fighting had begun.

Khudak's anger was evident and exacting. She held Caeos responsible, forcing her to swear upon the helmet of the deceased. For almost a year following the events of Mandalore, Khudak aimlessly moved them between back water planets and outpost trying to escape Sith Space; surviving on odd jobs. Caeos was forced the mature rapidly and to step up to help. Khudak declared them a clan of six. There was little to spare between them and the torn up ship, and supplies. Times were hard and a strained relationship developed between both Khudak and Caeos. Subject to weeks of isolation, the elder often left on work and Caeos was forced to watch the younglings. With the known schism within Mandalorian society, they avoided contact directly with others in fear being drawn out and hunted by Sith loyalists. Though the few they encountered spoke of a bleak outcome for Mandalore, Caeos felt the sharp loss of home and family for a second time.

When the gathering of the covert of the so called 'Sons of Mandalore' arose, Khudak questioned the authenticity but in the end brought them to live in the enclave. It was there Caeos applied herself as a Forge hand, able to escape from under the thumb of Khudak. Helping with her limited knowledge and bringing in credits for benefit of their family. Though she struggles still, haunted by the trauma from the Fall-blaming herself for Chyarde's death still while bearing her beskar'gam. Caeos has forced herself to take the first steps in pursuit of the Path, for the sake of those came before and those will come after.

Later Life :
Though she never amounted to a great warrior as her fellows managed, Clan Prahl persisted through other means and by craftsmen. She dedicated her time to simple work, another cog in the greater machine of many sects of those who called themselves Mandalorian. Her one time companion her youth, Volker Fett and her wedded but theirs was a sparse marriage as the galaxy at large separated them often. In his death she was forced to watch their only son Trajan grow wild and bold. In her waning years, she is now witness to rise of the Fett Clan and the Neo-Crusaders.