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Drac Tavo
NAME: Drac Tavo
FACTION: Mandalorians, Jedi Academy
RANK: Padawan
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 18
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 150 lbs
EYES: Dark green
HAIR: Dark brown
SKIN: Light
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Drac is extremely motivated by his own morals, which can be a good thing or a bad thing. He believes that authority doesn't have a right to be respected, rather, they have to earn it like everybody else. He has knowledge of mandalorian combat and abilities, but he has yet to put them to the test.
APPEARANCE:
Drac has an average build that is visually enhanced by his grey beskar'gam, making him look larger and more intimidating than he is. He has allowed his hair to grow out a little bit, unlike most other mandalorians, and is clean shaven.
BIOGRAPHY:
[Excerpt from an audio interview of Drac Tavo, recounting his early life]
Hey, so, uh, I guess a few people are wondering who I am. I’ll just jump right in if you don’t mind. I grew up in a rural grassland area of Mandalore, where my parents were farmers. They did have beskar’gam, my mother with black and my father with white, but I had never seen them use it. My father was a Mirialan, and my mother a Zabrak. I learned at a young age that those two species obviously wouldn’t produce a human like me. When I asked them who my biological parents were, they always gave the same response: Gar cuun ad. Pakod sa meg. Which, for those of you not familiar with Mando’a, means “You’re our son. Simple as that.”
You probably don’t care about my life up until where it gets interesting, so I’ll continue there. When I was about six years old, a dingy looking man showed up to our house, asking if he could spend one night and be on his way. Even then, I could tell this man wasn’t Mando’ade by his mannerisms. We indulged his request nonetheless.
We had just recently started eating dinner when the man stood up, pointed a blaster at my father’s head, and told us that “if we didn’t give him all of our valuables right then, he would blow a hole my father’s head.” My mother slowly got up from the table with her hands raised and backed into the next room to collect the ransom.
Of course, I was terrified at this point. I tried to look at my father for consolation, but he only stared blankly down at the table. My mother returned, giving him everything we had. The man looked pleased, and began to move towards the door. But not before he hit my father over the head with the blaster, laughing. “I thought a mandalorian would be braver.”
I screamed at the sight of my father being beaten and demoralized. I’m not sure what came over me. I didn’t even consciously take action, but whatever happened, it made the man drop the money and run.
My parents said they were proud of me. They said I had scared off an enemy when even they couldn’t. But they whispered to each other while I was in bed. I think I remember them saying that it wouldn’t be safe for me, that I had to go.
Not two days later, a ship landed in the field in front of my house. It was a generic freighter, nothing special. The man who walked out was what really intrigued me. He was a bothan, wearing a hooded cloak. Through the folds of his robes, something glinted silver in the sunlight. My parents appeared behind me. “Go on,” my father said. “He wants to speak with you.” He picked up a large, durasteel box. “And take this.” On the box was a timer. It was set to open twelve years in the future.
At that age, the box was almost as big as me, blocking my view. Combined with the knee-high grass, I almost tripped a few times on my way to the man. I finally set the box down to see the man kneeling a few feet away. He spoke. I can’t recall exactly what he said, but it was enough to make me climb aboard his ship with almost no second thought. Almost. I looked out the viewport as we were taking off. My parents’ faces were streaked with tears, but they smiled up at me, and I saw my father mouth the words “Oya, ner ad.”
NAME: Drac Tavo
FACTION: Mandalorians, Jedi Academy
RANK: Padawan
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 18
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 150 lbs
EYES: Dark green
HAIR: Dark brown
SKIN: Light
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Drac is extremely motivated by his own morals, which can be a good thing or a bad thing. He believes that authority doesn't have a right to be respected, rather, they have to earn it like everybody else. He has knowledge of mandalorian combat and abilities, but he has yet to put them to the test.
APPEARANCE:
Drac has an average build that is visually enhanced by his grey beskar'gam, making him look larger and more intimidating than he is. He has allowed his hair to grow out a little bit, unlike most other mandalorians, and is clean shaven.
BIOGRAPHY:
[Excerpt from an audio interview of Drac Tavo, recounting his early life]
Hey, so, uh, I guess a few people are wondering who I am. I’ll just jump right in if you don’t mind. I grew up in a rural grassland area of Mandalore, where my parents were farmers. They did have beskar’gam, my mother with black and my father with white, but I had never seen them use it. My father was a Mirialan, and my mother a Zabrak. I learned at a young age that those two species obviously wouldn’t produce a human like me. When I asked them who my biological parents were, they always gave the same response: Gar cuun ad. Pakod sa meg. Which, for those of you not familiar with Mando’a, means “You’re our son. Simple as that.”
You probably don’t care about my life up until where it gets interesting, so I’ll continue there. When I was about six years old, a dingy looking man showed up to our house, asking if he could spend one night and be on his way. Even then, I could tell this man wasn’t Mando’ade by his mannerisms. We indulged his request nonetheless.
We had just recently started eating dinner when the man stood up, pointed a blaster at my father’s head, and told us that “if we didn’t give him all of our valuables right then, he would blow a hole my father’s head.” My mother slowly got up from the table with her hands raised and backed into the next room to collect the ransom.
Of course, I was terrified at this point. I tried to look at my father for consolation, but he only stared blankly down at the table. My mother returned, giving him everything we had. The man looked pleased, and began to move towards the door. But not before he hit my father over the head with the blaster, laughing. “I thought a mandalorian would be braver.”
I screamed at the sight of my father being beaten and demoralized. I’m not sure what came over me. I didn’t even consciously take action, but whatever happened, it made the man drop the money and run.
My parents said they were proud of me. They said I had scared off an enemy when even they couldn’t. But they whispered to each other while I was in bed. I think I remember them saying that it wouldn’t be safe for me, that I had to go.
Not two days later, a ship landed in the field in front of my house. It was a generic freighter, nothing special. The man who walked out was what really intrigued me. He was a bothan, wearing a hooded cloak. Through the folds of his robes, something glinted silver in the sunlight. My parents appeared behind me. “Go on,” my father said. “He wants to speak with you.” He picked up a large, durasteel box. “And take this.” On the box was a timer. It was set to open twelve years in the future.
At that age, the box was almost as big as me, blocking my view. Combined with the knee-high grass, I almost tripped a few times on my way to the man. I finally set the box down to see the man kneeling a few feet away. He spoke. I can’t recall exactly what he said, but it was enough to make me climb aboard his ship with almost no second thought. Almost. I looked out the viewport as we were taking off. My parents’ faces were streaked with tears, but they smiled up at me, and I saw my father mouth the words “Oya, ner ad.”
