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Mean, mean stride.
[SIZE=18pt]Kalad Shysa[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]“If you’re set on getting blood on your hands,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]you better make sure it ain’t your own.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]General Information[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Birth Name: Kalad Shysa[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Date of Birth: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]~720ABY[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Place of Birth: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Vhettiya, Concord Dawn[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Citizenship: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Mandalorian; Concordian[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Religion: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Manda[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Affiliation: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Clan Shysa; Mandalorian Clans; Various[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Occupation: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Mercenary; Bounty Hunter[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Family: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Arven Shysa (Father, Deceased), Nenara Shysa (Mother), Sarad Shysa (Sister), Rohak Shysa (Paternal Uncle), Extended Clan[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Appearance[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Species: Morellian[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Gender: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Male[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Hair Color: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Brown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Eye Color: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Blue[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Height: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]1.78m[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Weight: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]77kg[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Physical Description:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Rumour has it that a Mandalorian lurks somewhere beneath that shaggy brown mop of hair and scruffy beard, waiting to be one day be freed from obscurity by fabled razor. For now, the man seems content to let things run their course, allowing them to reveal only an easy smile and a set of sharp, inquisitive blue eyes.
The man himself stands roughly two inches shy of six foot and weighs around a hundred and seventy pounds, putting him at the smaller end when compared to some of his more impressive and imposing vode. Indeed, whilst they seem to be built like hulked out grav-ball linebackers, he possesses a slenderer physique akin to that of a track athlete than anything.
Years of conflict and strife are mapped across his body in a series of scars, some less minor than others, that crisscross his figure at irregular intervals. Judging from the slight deviation of his nose, it can probably be assumed that it’s been broken at least once in recent years in what was no doubt a deserved fate. A close inspection might reveal that his left eye is slightly darker than his right, hinting at its cybernetic origin. Similarly, his right arm is a replacement from the shoulder down, with a discerning observing noting that the subtle differences between synthetic and organic skin.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Accent:
Kalad has a faint yet discernible Corcordian accent whilst speaking Galactic Basic, one that more readily shines through when conversing in Mando’a (and obviously the Concordian dialect). Those with an ear for such things might be able to place him as a native of the Northern Hemisphere of Concord Dawn, with the habitual clipped tones of those associated with the Vhettiya area.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Strengths & Weaknesses[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]+ Combatant: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Kalad could be considered a skilled and seasoned combatant, having been inducted into the warrior aspects of the Mandalorian culture at an early age and spent the better part of over a century further honing it in one force-forsaken corner of the galaxy or another. Primarily favouring a single blaster, he can generally hold his own with a variety of weapons, improvised or otherwise, or even his own two hands if the need should arise.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]+ Bounty Hunter: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Having made the transition from lawman to bounty hunter, Kalad has put his investigative skills to good use in tracking down and apprehending targets of value. With a fair mind for tactics and a keen instinct for the trade, he has made a modest, yet solid reputation for himself within certain circles.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]- Dogged: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]The failing trait of many of his clan, Kalad suffers from an almost pathological inability to let something go once he’s become invested. Like an akk dog with a scent, he can’t help but follow something through to its end, regardless of the consequences that such an act might generate. While this has made him a tenacious hunter, it has had considerable impact on other aspects of his life.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]- Temper: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]While Kalad is content to wear the mask of joviality and good humour for the most part, there is only so much he can contend with before the smile begins to slip and his temper gets the better of him. Wildfire in nature, his anger can appear almost without warning and while it vanishes just as quickly, it tends to burn brightly during its limited lifespan. Coupled with his limited inhibition towards violence, such instances tend to be destructive to say the least.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Background[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Chapter I[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Born over a century ago to a Mandalorian clan whose glories had long since faded, Kalad hails from the rural heart of Concord Dawn, growing up a few kilometres outside of Vhettiya, the regional capital of the planet's westernmost continent. His early childhood was pretty unremarkable for the most part; filled with the same trials, tribulations and happiness that most children experience. He was perhaps a little too overly prone to rough housing, especially with the neighbouring farm kids, but that is to be expected when one is born into a warrior culture.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]With Kalad’s parents taking a step back to manage the clan’s scattered holdings, it was his uncle, Rohak, who shouldered the burden of inducting him into the Mandalorian culture when the boy came of age. A task the man took to with a little too much relish and not enough familial empathy if you ask Kalad, being put through the proverbial wringer on an almost daily basis in the name of preparing him for the future.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]It’s an odd feeling to be able to look back on a chapter of one’s life and experience a mixture of both profound gratitude and resounding resentment all at the same time.
Stereotypically, his ascent into adulthood was marked with a minor rebellion against his parents, finding a place within the ranks of the Journeyman Protectors rather than opting to join them managing the various ranches and farmland that fell under Shysa’s purview. Such a fate might have appealed to his parents and several of his forbearers, yet it held little appeal to Kalad and his dreams of experiencing a little more excitement in life than what nerf herding had to offer.
The price of joining the Journeyman Protectors proved to be a steep one, indeed. Yet One he would pay time and again given the opportunity. Thirty years of his life; three decades keeping the peace on a planet where even the innocent are trained killers. Years that served to shape him both as a man and, in the far off years to come, a valued and trusted voice within his clan’s halls. They could not completely sate the desire to see more, however. With each passing season the invisible walls created by Concord Dawn and its surrounding system seemed to grow that much closer. Soon they could not contain him at all, pushing him out of his role as a lawman and into that of a wandering mercenary.
With little experience beyond the Mandalore sector, Kalad simply followed the steady flow of conquest and coin, shipping out from battlefield to battlefield, etching out a living in the petty wars and border skirmishes that sprung up with regularity on the outer rim in those years. It was not long before he found himself out in the farthest reaches of known space, adrift in the sectors and systems where the concept of law and justice were defined by those with the biggest purse. There his former skills as a Protector came in handy, spending the next few decades tracking down bounties in some of the most inhospitable regions of the galaxy.
Though it proved to be a distraction that very well might have saved his life, often putting him beyond the reach of many of the tragedies that ravaged the galaxy, Clan Shysa was not so fortune. Never particularly large even at the height of their power, the ceaseless stream of conflict and misfortune had started to take a heavy toll, robbing them of much of their former strength and vode. By the time Kalad made his return to civilised space, he returned to a clan that found themselves spread perilously thin and on the brink of collapse.
Yet Clan Shysa is nothing if not resilient. Beaten, but not broken. They wait the day in which they can reverse their fortunes, restoring their former holdings and finding a place of pride amongst the clans as their ancestors of old.
And now Mandalore calls them all to war once more.[/SIZE]
