Darman
Dar'manda
DARMAN
"It's the family name that lives on. It's all that lives on. Not your honor, not your personal glory, family."
-Artist-Peter83-
Identification
- Name: Known as Darman (From the Mand'a Dar'manda)
- Faction: Formally of the Mandalorian Empire
- Rank: Exile
- Occupation: Gunfighter
- Homeworld: Concord Dawn
- Species: Epicanthix
- Age: 45 GSY
- Gender: Male
- Height: 7 Feet 3 Inches
- Weight: 310
- Eyes Color: Emerald Green
- Hair Color: Midnight Black
- Complexion: Tan
- Midi-chlorian Count: ≈3500
- Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
- Disposition: Brash, cold, Callous
:Appearance:
Darman is built like a tank. A tank that had been dismantled piece by piece until all that remained was a shadow of the engine of war that it had once been. His large stature and grim visage holds none of the fire that had once burned within his breast when he stood proud as a Mandalorian Warrior. His dark midnight hair refracts a bit of blue under a clear moonlight, and the green of his eyes shine brighter in the darkness than in the light. Corded muscles string his body and his hands are rough. His shoulders are broad but sag from the weight upon them - weight from the years of war that shadow his past, and the loss those years have borne. Still young for his kind, he hardly looks it. Age is beginning to show upon his face even if has yet to reach his soldier's body.
Often viewed as little more than a Vagabond Darman is often seen wearing a dark blue trench-coat made of old and worn leather. Several straps and buckles mark the coat as one that may have been warn by a soldier once, but now they serve little purpose but decoration. Beneath the trench-coat he often wears a skin tight black bio suit - often worn by spacers or fighter pilots - loose black pants, and black knee high boots.
ersonality Profile:"I'm just a simple man, trying to make my way in the universe."
Hardly seen in the company of more than a handful of people Darman keeps to himself when not on a job. He works as a gunslinger because he is good at it. He doesn't fight for glory, or for any more profit than what is necessary to get him to the next job. Many could make the claim that Darman is not living, simply surviving.
Often seen staring at the nearest celestial body Darman is the definition of a night owl. On days while not on a job he would sleep until the sun set and spend the night looking at the sky, the moon, the stars, anything - as if grasping without motion to be anywhere but where he was.
Though he may seem like the type not to make waves Darman is hardly a pushover. He never refuses an honest fight regardless of if the odds seem fair or not, even if he is not being paid for it. While he may never be the one to start to the fight he is generally the biggest man in any room and so more often than not trouble finds him - especially in the sorts of places his occupation is likely to take him.
Shadowed by his past, but never ashamed of his people Darman still attempts to live by the Resol'nare as best as he is able even in his exile. While he will no longer wear the armor of his people as a mark of his exile in his blood he is still Mandalorian - and because of this there is always a part of him that is missing.
The Story Thus Far...
The Year was 848 ABY A new Mand'alor had rallied the clans together and brought a crushing end to the already badly beaten Republic. This soldier was not there. He had refused the call to war, and so had betrayed his family and his clan - branded a traitor he was exiled and fled Mandalorian Space. With the reasons for denying the call to arms given by the new Mand'alor shrouded in mystery, the soldier fled. He ran until he could no longer run, then he crawled. He crawled until he no longer recognized the planets he had come to, or the systems he had crossed. When he finally stopped his mind was but a shell of what it once had been and those that found him took him for a drunkard and a raving idiot. They dogged him, threw rotten food at him, poured cheap brandy into his mouth as he lay half dead in the streets always mocking him and asking for his name. He replied only one word in a deep voice and heavily accented... "Dar'manda". Not having heard the Mandalorian language the outsiders he was surrounded by mistook the word for his name and began calling him Darman. From that day forth he knew no other name.
After a year living in the gutters of Andelm IV someone finally picked him off the street and put a blaster back in his hand. He was always a good shot, quick on the draw despite his size and his reflexes were legendary - baring on precognitive, though no one that fought him ever really ever lived to take notice. Here no one knew of his Mandalorian heritage and so he was reborn as Darman the gunfighter of Andelm IV. He locked away his armor aboard the ship he had acquired and began a new life, a half life. A life without his armor was hardly worth living, and yet he endured, something still driving him, something always lifting his head to the stars.
:Strengths:
Weapon of War Prior to his exile Darman was breed, raised, trained, and battle proven a Mandalorian warrior. He is proficient with nearly every weapon known to the Mandalorian arsenal - though he generally leans towards hand held projectile weapons and explosives.
A Mind of Beskar Epicanthix are born with a natural shielding against mental manipulation through the force, and Darman is no exception.
Battleborn While never trained in the ways of the force Darman's cells hold a midi-chlorian count to rival that of some Force warriors. Because of this Darman is gifted with a greater speed, agility and strength. The force has also granted him reflexes that flirt with the boarder of legendary.
:Weaknesses:
Wounds of War During his early years a shrapnel blast nearly claimed his leg. While his armor saved the limb he walks with a limp, is in almost constant pain, and requires a brace and constant Stim injections to operate in combat.
Hand-to-Hand Non-Combatant While he was forced to undergo various forms of martial weapon training he never took to it. His knee made his footwork sloppy, and his disposition towards not being so close to his enemy made his skills in sword play and other forms of hand to hand combat suffer greatly.
Dar'manda Possibly his largest weakness is the truth behind his exile, it haunts him with every breath he takes. He is reminded of it every time he looks at the stars. And even though the truth behind the matter remains largely unknown any Mandalorian would know him for what he was, and the title would mark him a traitor to his people.
The Rae-Wynd
Modified Dynamic-Class Freighter
Color: Blue and Black
Hyperdrive: Class Three Point Zero Hyperdrive
Atmospheric speed: 800 Km/h
Cargo Capacity: Modified compartmental cargo bay - 50 tons
Armament:
- 2x Twin Turbolaser Turrets (Dorsal and Ventral)
- 2x Heavy Dual Laser Cannon Turrets (Port and Starboard)
- Ventral Cluster Missile Launcher (6 missiles)
- Countermeasures
- Nav-sat JetBots (Programmed to mimic The Rae-Wynd's nav signal)
:Arsenal:
Post Exile Weaponry - Most weapons Darman uses during his exile are heavily modified to favor size and durability over power and accuracy.
On Hand
- Modified X-45 Sniper Rifle with shoulder sling(Modified for durability over power)
- Modified DXR-6 Disruptor rifle with shoulder sling (Modified for size over power)
- Pair of LL-30 Blaster Pistols (Holstered on each hip)
- Thermal Detonator 2x (Grenade belt crossing the chest)
- Cryoban Grenade 2x(Grenade belt crossing the chest)
- EMP Grenade 2x(Grenade belt crossing the chest)
- 2x Vibroknife (Sheathed against the lower back and within his "bad leg's" boot)
The Rae-Wynd Weapons Locker
- 2x DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System
- Orbital Strike Sniper Rifle
- KISteer 1284 Projectile Rifle
- Thermal Detonators
- Cryoban Grenades
- EMP Grenades
- Stun Grenades
- HH-15 Portable Missile Launcher
- Sealed armored trunk - contents unknown
Pre-Exile Weaponry - Mandalorian Armor and Weapons
~Redacted for the time being~
