:: HERO of KORRIBAN ::
Ceryc Haat
NAME: Ceryc Haat
FACTION: Mandalorians
RANK:
SPECIES: Human (Mandalorian born on Concord Dawn)
AGE: 29
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 225 lbs.
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Dirty Blonde/Light Brown
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths:
Excellent Marksman
Physical Strength
Self-Motivated
Strategic Thinker
Weaknesses
High Opinion of Himself
High Pain Tolerance -- Often doesn't know when to quit
Bacta Allergy
APPEARANCE:
Ceryc is tall, and boasts long red hair which some have been said was kissed by the sun (mostly his mother ugh... *eyeroll*). Thick dark eyebrows set above his sapphire irises, and his face comes together with what some call a strong jawline and chin (his mother....... again). His body is not perfectly chiseled, but toned with thick muscles.
His armor is what he wears most. When not in his armor, Ceryc keeps his attire simple. Thick pants, as he was raised on a farm just outside Springs, Concord Dawn, and a top that is fitting for the weather. If hot, he prefers to not wear a shirt when he is home working on the farmstead.
BIOGRAPHY:
Ceryc was raised on Concord Dawn his entire life. His buire were loving role models, and very much in love with each other. The child was the evidence of their love, but sadly due to an injury in battle sustained by his buir Bard, his parents were not bale to produce more children. They poured their love into Ceryc, and raised him to be a warrior and farmer. Life was simple for them, and very happy. They had all been blessed with fertile ground just west of a flood plain which they dammed off to hold water for irrigation purposes.
Everything changed when Ceryc turned fourteen. A plague swept through the region in which they lived, and both parents fell ill. He was one of a select few which proved to carry a genetic immunity to whatever the plague was. As a result, produce was not planted when it needed to be, and the previous years earnings were not enough to live off of and procure the medication needed to combat the plague. His buire fought valiantly, but perished within 3 months of contracting the slow moving disease.
Ceryc tried to work the farmstead alone, but couldn't. His parents left debts which were now passed to him, and the farmstead was about to be taken. The assessor's office made a deal with the young verd as there were others who refused to vacate their properties. If he would work for them in removing squatters, he could keep the farmstead. This eventually led to seeing Ceryc grow into a gun for hire. As the young teenager grew, and became stronger, he worked more with mercenary groups learning the tricks of their trade.
He set out on his own close to ten years ago now. War time was lucrative for him as his gun was for hire to the highest bidder. Ceryc really did not care about who he fought for as long as the credits were good. The farmstead was the only place he escaped the bloodshed, but it all too often reminded him of his parents. It wasn't until the event, which is now referred to as the rapture, that Ceryc began to see how truly meaningless his lonely life truly was. He has sought to join his fellow Mando'ade in serving Manda'lor when not working his land, or hiring his gun out to the highest contractor.
WEAPONS:
SHIP:
???
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
NAME: Ceryc Haat
FACTION: Mandalorians
RANK:
SPECIES: Human (Mandalorian born on Concord Dawn)
AGE: 29
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 225 lbs.
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Dirty Blonde/Light Brown
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths:
Excellent Marksman
Physical Strength
Self-Motivated
Strategic Thinker
Weaknesses
High Opinion of Himself
High Pain Tolerance -- Often doesn't know when to quit
Bacta Allergy
APPEARANCE:
Ceryc is tall, and boasts long red hair which some have been said was kissed by the sun (mostly his mother ugh... *eyeroll*). Thick dark eyebrows set above his sapphire irises, and his face comes together with what some call a strong jawline and chin (his mother....... again). His body is not perfectly chiseled, but toned with thick muscles.
His armor is what he wears most. When not in his armor, Ceryc keeps his attire simple. Thick pants, as he was raised on a farm just outside Springs, Concord Dawn, and a top that is fitting for the weather. If hot, he prefers to not wear a shirt when he is home working on the farmstead.
BIOGRAPHY:
Ceryc was raised on Concord Dawn his entire life. His buire were loving role models, and very much in love with each other. The child was the evidence of their love, but sadly due to an injury in battle sustained by his buir Bard, his parents were not bale to produce more children. They poured their love into Ceryc, and raised him to be a warrior and farmer. Life was simple for them, and very happy. They had all been blessed with fertile ground just west of a flood plain which they dammed off to hold water for irrigation purposes.
Everything changed when Ceryc turned fourteen. A plague swept through the region in which they lived, and both parents fell ill. He was one of a select few which proved to carry a genetic immunity to whatever the plague was. As a result, produce was not planted when it needed to be, and the previous years earnings were not enough to live off of and procure the medication needed to combat the plague. His buire fought valiantly, but perished within 3 months of contracting the slow moving disease.
Ceryc tried to work the farmstead alone, but couldn't. His parents left debts which were now passed to him, and the farmstead was about to be taken. The assessor's office made a deal with the young verd as there were others who refused to vacate their properties. If he would work for them in removing squatters, he could keep the farmstead. This eventually led to seeing Ceryc grow into a gun for hire. As the young teenager grew, and became stronger, he worked more with mercenary groups learning the tricks of their trade.
He set out on his own close to ten years ago now. War time was lucrative for him as his gun was for hire to the highest bidder. Ceryc really did not care about who he fought for as long as the credits were good. The farmstead was the only place he escaped the bloodshed, but it all too often reminded him of his parents. It wasn't until the event, which is now referred to as the rapture, that Ceryc began to see how truly meaningless his lonely life truly was. He has sought to join his fellow Mando'ade in serving Manda'lor when not working his land, or hiring his gun out to the highest contractor.
WEAPONS:
SHIP:
???
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS: