Cardin Dragr
Getting you back in the fight.
FACTION: The Enclave
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 24
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6’4
WEIGHT: 207lbs
EYES: Blue/Grey
HAIR: Brown
FORCE SENSITIVE: Not Force sensitive.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths:
Cardin is selfless, he puts those around him before himself. He’d gladly go out on a limb for someone else, be it physically or emotionally. And his sense of justice leads him to help not just his allies, but also his enemies when able.
Cardin knows his way around a scalpel. Even though he practices what he calls “Meatball Surgery”, he’s good at it… very good. Be it on the front lines of heated battles or behind the lines in an aid station, having Cardin around is usually better for your overall health.
Weaknesses:
Cardin has a strong sense of responsibility when it comes to those he helps, if he messes up, or something even beyond his control results in a failure regarding him saving one of his patients… it shatters him. Even if it is an honor to die in battle, part of Cardin will always want them to get up and die another day.
Cardin is stubborn as a Zakkeg, be it when it comes to his ideas or his determination to complete a task (ie, saving a fellow soldier under a dangerous amount of blaster fire). This leads him to class with superiors, making him pull the 'chief medical officer' from time to time... and that only makes things worse.
APPEARANCE:
Cardin stands at 6'4 and has a toned muscular build to his body. His eyes are a greyish blue that contrasts the darker hair he sports on his hair and face. His armor (given to him by his father) stands out from a lot of other Mandalorians due to its bright white base with red accents, which puts forth his role as a combat medic. Usually, a medic would dislike being painted as such a target, but when such a target is covered in beskar? Being visible isn't as much as a worry.
BIOGRAPHY:
Cardin was born on the small backwater planet of Stewjon to two loving parents. Mathias Dragr ran their small farming town's Doctor's office, his mother Nalia was the school teacher. Cardin (or Cardi as his Mother called him) was an adventurous boy, spending days on end with his friends off galivanting across the countryside.
It was at age 7 on one of these galivanting adventures when the sound of blaster fire and explosions could be heard from the town. The boys he was with all chose to stay back, preferring to be safe and Cardin, same as always, chose to run headlong into the fray to help out where he could. The scene he came upon was something a boy his age should never see. And all out battle was underway between the townspeople and band of marauders.
Inching his way toward the fray he found a small band of his neighbors sending a hail of gunfire back at their advisories. However a stranger was among them; hunched over a wounded townsperson was a figure clad in stark white and red armor tending to the wounded man. Cardin ran up to the warrior in white and red and demanded they take the wounded to his father's office because surely he could do a better job. The armored man gasped and looked at the boy before him, "Cardin?" he'd ask, confused before shaking his head. "Go home now," he demanded. Cardin refused, saying his father could help. That's when the armored man reached up and pulled his helmet up off his head and repeated his order. "Go home now!"
Shocked by the sudden appearance of his father the boy simply nodded and ran... but not to the house... to his father's office. Once there he found his mother trying her best to tend and care for the few other wounded people that his father had supposedly brought back here... Sadly, Cardin didn't realize he'd been followed, and bursting in behind him came two of those marauders. Cardin was easily dispatched by the butt of a rifle to the back of his head, which sent him to the ground unconscious.
When the boy came to he was no longer in his father's office. Rather he was bound to a tree by a small campfire. Looking around he found none of his neighbors, and more worrisome; neither for his parents. A burst of laughter near another campfire made him turn his head to look, by the fire a group of those marauders was parading something on a stick, looking closer it was his father's helmet...
The boy, wrought with anger and fear screamed at the top of his lungs, catching their attention and making them walk over, helmet in hand. They managed to put two and two together, and began to mock the poor boy about his fallen father... and that it wouldn't matter soon as Cardin himself would be a slave on some far away world.
The sudden crack of a blaster silenced one of the men before him... the others surprised by the sudden attack whirled around and began to fight back. Their assailant eventually came into view of Cardin, sporting armor that looked like his father's, however, this armor was dark red and grey...
The fight was short and swift, and the Marauders were dispatched, and the armored man strode up to the boy tied to a tree. The man pulled his helmet from his head and revealed a face, not unlike his father's... and without a word, he cut Cardin loose and helped him up. The man introduced himself as his Uncle Bodur and said he'd be taking care of him from now on. They gathered his father's armor from the fallen marauders and left, not just from the camp, but from the planet entirely.
As time went on, Cardin would learn the true story of his father and of their family's name. His father was a Mandalorian, and served as a combat medic alongside his brother under house Dragr. His father met his mother during a long-term mercenary contract on his mother's homeward. Choosing to turn blasters into plowshares he ditched the warrior way of life and settled down with his mother on Stewjon, opening a medical practice and keeping very loose ties with his Mandalorian family.
In contrast to his father, Cardin embraced the Mandalorian tradition and began life as a foundling under his Uncle's care and guidance. He followed in his father's footsteps of medical work and would work on becoming a combat medic just as he was. Going as far to wear his father's armor as a payment of respect.
Soon enough he was finding himself tending to the wounds of his allies around him, and those of the men they fought. And he was good at what he did, some saying he was even better than his father... steady hands, cool under pressure, and a determination to save lives.
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
To be added.