Jakob Merrik
Character
Jakob Merrik
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”I’m 20% certain this is what we’re looking for.”
―Jakob Merrik
BASIC INFORMATION
ALIAS
[SIZE=10.5pt]The Huntsman[/SIZE]
AFFILIATION
[SIZE=10.5pt]Mandalorians[/SIZE]
RANK
[SIZE=10.5pt]Verde[/SIZE]
AGE
29
SPECIES
[SIZE=10.5pt]Human[/SIZE]
GENDER
[SIZE=10.5pt]Male[/SIZE]
HEIGHT
[SIZE=10.5pt]1.82m[/SIZE]
WEIGHT
[SIZE=10.5pt]81.46kg[/SIZE]
BUILD
[SIZE=10.5pt]Lean, Toned[/SIZE]
HAIR COLOR
[SIZE=10.5pt]Brown[/SIZE]
EYE COLOR
[SIZE=10.5pt]Blue[/SIZE]
FORCE SENSITIVE
[SIZE=10.5pt]No[/SIZE]
DROIDS:
[SIZE=10.5pt]VN-872[/SIZE]
ATTRIBUTES & ABILITIES
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[SIZE=10.5pt]DEXTERITY[/SIZE]
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INTELLIGENCE
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[SIZE=10.5pt]WISDOM[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]CHARISMA[/SIZE]
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PILOTING
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[SIZE=10.5pt]MEDICAL EXPERTISE[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]SKILLS[/SIZE]
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LONG RANGE BLASTER
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BLADE COMBAT, LONG
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SLICING
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[SIZE=10.5pt]EQUIPMENT & INVENTORY[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]PRIMARY WEAPON(S)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Beskar Blades (4) | Repeating Blaster Rifle[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Pistol (2)| Thermal Detonator[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]TRANSPORTATION[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]BASE OF OPERATIONS / HOME / SAFEHOUSES:[/SIZE]
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BIOGRAPHY
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[SIZE=10.5pt]About your character[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]More[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]More about your char[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Recovered Files[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Initial Intake Report: Field Hospital[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Dr. Giifer[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]The patient presents with severe burns over 82% of his body. breathing is agonal, BP 74\26. Approximately 1.8 m in height, 75-80 kg in weight. Patient is unconscious and responding to external stimuli. No idea how. Most humans would be dead from the pain.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Patient came from the western front, and his armor markings,what little I could make out under the charring, mark him as a member of the Tracian Reserve. They're a mercenary company who is playing both sides in the war. Bandits. The lot of them.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Upon preliminary examination, patient will lose his right leg and at minimum his liver, left lung, and will need both eyes replaced. Whatever hit him literally caused his eyes to melt in their sockets. Hopefully we got Bacta applied quickly enough to preserve the...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]*clattering noises, loud shouting in background*[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]"Pin him down! He can't move or he'll undo the bandages!"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]*A deep, guttural voice can be heard faintly*[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]“Where am I? Why can't I see?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]"You're in a field hospital. You were hit by artillery and very badly injured. Some soldiers brought you here."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]“Why can't I see? What did you do to me?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]"Your eyes were destroyed by the heat. We're going to have to replace them. Please. Lie down. Let go of his neck and lie down."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]*Soft rustle followed by a deep gasping breath*[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]"Thank you." *soft whisper* "Prepare 4 cc’s of suppressor. Hypo spray. Give it quick."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]End of recording.[/SIZE]
Recovered audio log: Dr. Giifer personal
[SIZE=10.5pt]It’s been two weeks since the mercenary known as Huntsman was brought into the field hospital. After stabilizing him we moved him to the proper facilities. Due to the severity of his injuries and the fact that he seems to trust me the Director requested I come back and oversee his care. I will admit it was with much trepidation that I agreed. Mandalorians are not known for their pleasant dispositions.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Yes. He's a Mandalorian. The markings on his armor and the snippets of words that he utters under sedation mark him as one of the warrior clans. No one on this world speaks the language, but the word Mandalore is known across the galaxy.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]We replaced Huntsman’s damaged organs, and after the nerves healed in his eyes we implanted the optics. They are an untested variant from the Malastare research labs. I have no idea how they will incorporate into human biology, but the initial test from the Dugs have been most encouraging. A multi-spectrum visual capacity at the speed of thought is something that I know a thousand races[/SIZE]
PERSONALITY
Jakob is a Mandalorian first, an academic second, and a mercenary third.He tends to analyze everyone in their initial meeting, and his opinion of them is hard to sway. To those who know him, he can come across as overbearing, headstrong, intolerant, and cursed with a preponderance of self-confidence. To those who don't, the impression is only amplified. At least those whom he trusts can see the passionate, caring, loyal man that lies underneath.
To his friends and his vode he is a staunch and unwavering ally, ready to throw himself into any situation in their support. To his enemies he is the bogeyman that waits in the shadows, waiting for them to drop their eyes so that he may strike.
Jakob prefers to be quiet, the company of his books and the silent halls of the Mandalorian Museum his preferred companions. This serves him well in his preferred method of combat, stalking his prey across wind-whipped battlefields, only to strike when the target feels overconfident. But pour a few drinks down his throat or settle him among those he calls vod and the normally silent and stalwart man becomes the one who is likely to start a chorus of 'Vode An'.
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