Kade Dar'Ures
Character
NAME: Kade Dar'Ures
FACTION: Nomad
RANK: Clean Slate
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 36
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 198 pounds
EYES: Green
HAIR: Light Brown, slightly greyin
SKIN: Tanned
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Close Quarters Combat
+Tracking/hunting
+Bartending
-PTSD
-Survivor's Guilt
APPEARANCE: Well built, athletic stature, but with many scars across his body. He keeps his light brown hair trimmed short, almost military. Mainly dresses in efficient clothing, cargo pants, simple shirt and a sturdy leather jacket. His color pallet keeping with dark neutral selections. He sports a trimmed beard which is beginning to pepper with a bit of grey.
BIOGRAPHY:
"Who am I? Well, that is a great question. Not sure if even I know the answer to that one. I WAS a boring old bartender at a dead end dive-bar on a backwater planet. But then it happened. People started disappearing. I was one of them. I woke up in hell and should have died. But this stubborn Mando saved my life, and kept saving my life. He was one of the disappeared, just like me. Whatever that other place was, it's where nightmares are created. All manner of terrifying creatures and devil's with insatiable appetites reside there. Every second was one spent trying to survive. And that crazy Mando did just that. He took a loser like me, and taught me how to survive. We were there for years. And every second of it was spent dodging, or killing things that you only see in your nightmares. But that Mando, Kable was his name, he never wavered. Day after day he kept me alive and trained me in the way of his people. I don't know why he did it. He had a resolve that I had never seen, and somehow he molded me into a warrior.
Over the years, I got to know him. He always spoke about his wife and daughter, and he even taught me how to speak Mando'a. That's what Mandalorians speak in case you didn't know. Kable's indomitable will was contagious, and eventually even I managed to push back the fear of living in hell. A hell which there seemed to be no escape from. Until one day we found a way. It was bloody and well, Kable, he didn't make it. That stubborn bastard sacrificed himself so that I could escape. How did I get out you ask? I don't even know. I just know that we had to carve out way through an army of unspeakable horrors. And then suddenly, bam! I was out. The last thing I saw was Kable cutting down beast after beast. He was unrelenting. And me? Well, I'm undeserving. He deserved to get out of there not me. He has a wife and kid who need him. And what do I got? Nothing.
Ya know, He even gave me a name. Dar'Ures. In basic it means No longer lacking. Funny, we lived through hell, and some how he found a way to make me a better person.
So here I am. Now, you tell me, who the frak am I?"
FACTION: Nomad
RANK: Clean Slate
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 36
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 198 pounds
EYES: Green
HAIR: Light Brown, slightly greyin
SKIN: Tanned
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Close Quarters Combat
+Tracking/hunting
+Bartending
-PTSD
-Survivor's Guilt
APPEARANCE: Well built, athletic stature, but with many scars across his body. He keeps his light brown hair trimmed short, almost military. Mainly dresses in efficient clothing, cargo pants, simple shirt and a sturdy leather jacket. His color pallet keeping with dark neutral selections. He sports a trimmed beard which is beginning to pepper with a bit of grey.
BIOGRAPHY:
"Who am I? Well, that is a great question. Not sure if even I know the answer to that one. I WAS a boring old bartender at a dead end dive-bar on a backwater planet. But then it happened. People started disappearing. I was one of them. I woke up in hell and should have died. But this stubborn Mando saved my life, and kept saving my life. He was one of the disappeared, just like me. Whatever that other place was, it's where nightmares are created. All manner of terrifying creatures and devil's with insatiable appetites reside there. Every second was one spent trying to survive. And that crazy Mando did just that. He took a loser like me, and taught me how to survive. We were there for years. And every second of it was spent dodging, or killing things that you only see in your nightmares. But that Mando, Kable was his name, he never wavered. Day after day he kept me alive and trained me in the way of his people. I don't know why he did it. He had a resolve that I had never seen, and somehow he molded me into a warrior.
Over the years, I got to know him. He always spoke about his wife and daughter, and he even taught me how to speak Mando'a. That's what Mandalorians speak in case you didn't know. Kable's indomitable will was contagious, and eventually even I managed to push back the fear of living in hell. A hell which there seemed to be no escape from. Until one day we found a way. It was bloody and well, Kable, he didn't make it. That stubborn bastard sacrificed himself so that I could escape. How did I get out you ask? I don't even know. I just know that we had to carve out way through an army of unspeakable horrors. And then suddenly, bam! I was out. The last thing I saw was Kable cutting down beast after beast. He was unrelenting. And me? Well, I'm undeserving. He deserved to get out of there not me. He has a wife and kid who need him. And what do I got? Nothing.
Ya know, He even gave me a name. Dar'Ures. In basic it means No longer lacking. Funny, we lived through hell, and some how he found a way to make me a better person.
So here I am. Now, you tell me, who the frak am I?"