Memphis Mallix
Babies don't sleep better than this.
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[SIZE=24pt]BIOGRAPHICAL[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18pt]“Thank God men cannot fly…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Full Name: Memphis Mallix [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Alias': [/SIZE]
- [SIZE=11pt]Malice[/SIZE]
- [SIZE=11pt]CEO - The Ronin Group[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Force Sensitive: Non-Force User[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Homeworld: Concord Dawn[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Affiliation:[/SIZE]
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- [SIZE=11pt]Formerly Mandalorian/Clan Vox[/SIZE]
[SIZE=24pt]PHYSIOLOGICAL[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Species: Human[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Age: 32 GSY[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Sex: Male[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Height: 5’9”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Weight: 176lbs[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Build: Goddamn[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Play-by: Tom Hardy[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Eyes: Blue-Green[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Hair: Brown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Skin: Caucasian[/SIZE]
[SIZE=24pt]STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][+[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]] Mandalorian, through and through[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Born and raised as a warrior, Memphis is the embodiment of an entire culture devoted to war. Destined to become a martyr, to become legend amongst the Galaxy, he has finely tuned his skill set into one of irrepressible savagery and animalistic cunning. He’s also mighty fine with a wrench.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Having taken on the role as a Beskarsmith at a young age, and finding himself talented at working with his hands, his trade become one of creating. Armour, weapons, even an occasional starship, Memphis is well versed in most areas of engineering. This applies too towards his ability to pilot and drive, finding himself equally at home in the cockpit of a starship or land-speeder as he does in the frontline phalanx on some half-forgotten battlefield.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Wounds he sustained at the hand of his one time Alor [member=”Ari Vox”] have forced Memphis to wear his scars with the pride all Mandalorians share. Metallic coatings cover most of his extremities and allow him a higher degree of flexibility, strength, and an almost uncanny tolerance to pain. Assets valued highly by a warrior such as he.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Auspicious occassions and his inability to read the stars have caused rifts and faults throughout Memphis’ history, to the degree that he now trusts nearly any superstition and all of his gut instincts. It’s a blessing and a curse, occasions have arisen where he’s called off attacks prematurely, or simple avoided a fight all together due to some sort of metaphysical manifestation.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]It’s with the drinks one can find within any cantina of the Galaxy that Memphis drowns his fears, keeping them stoppered alongside the horrific recollections of his past and the shortcomings of his own limitations. The taste sets him at ease, and without some form of the stuff he can sometimes begin to shake.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Though Memphis is at times aloof and brutish, he has a gentle soft spot that he reserves for those of the opposite sex, a trait that sometimes finds him caught unaware when his senses all but abandon him. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=24pt]APPEARANCE[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]From beneath a furrowed brow his intense eyes meet yours, the distance in-between you is inconsequential; they stare off as if spanning an eternity and bore through your shell to the soft spot of your innermost personality. With shoulders unbowed by the pressures of the Galaxy, his form is rigid and upright, power quaking just beneath the taunt surface of his grizzled and scarred skin. This all encompasses the intensity of Memphis Mallix in his rawest form; adding to this is any form of armour that the man so chooses to utilize, furthering the oozing power of his silhouette and the breadth of his physical form.[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Yet even with this intensity, this abstract distance from his own physical body, Memphis remains graceful on his feet and fluid in his motions, executing every action with a violence of efficiency not unknown to Mandalorians in general. It took an immense amount of time for him to achieve this level of fluidity given the cybernetic replacements and enhancements that nearly surpass his own living flesh in terms of scope. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]To some, these metallic pieces of body scream out weakness, are garish trinkets for a man who was suffered profoundly, but to Memphis they are looked at as trophies, physical reminds of the cost of failure and of taking on too much at once. In many ways they have improved his abilities as a warrior, still he harbours a sense of distaste for the augmentations due to the nature of their necessity.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=24pt]PERSONALITY[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]Thoughtful, aggressive, efficient and startlingly violent would all be keywords to describe Memphis’ personality to an uninitiated onlooker. One who is not knowledgeable of his background or of his mannerisms would find him almost brutish, unkempt in the ways of the civilized and yet somehow he seems to almost transcend such peculiarities. Spontaneity is not unheard of either for the careful tactician, it finds its root mostly in his romantic gestures and his protection of friends and allies, in other words the softest parts of his heart are reserved for such graces. [/SIZE][SIZE=24pt]PROLOGUE[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]Destined to sow the killing fields of the galaxy, Memphis was born through an auspicious period of history on Concord Dawn, a year of great upheavals and even greater bloodshed that forecast a life of great turmoil for the newborn warrior. His mother and father, both eviscerated shortly after his birth, left their only son alone on a planet where martial prowess was the beginning and end. A religion he devoted his entire soul towards. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Managing to ply his more creative and mechanically oriented mind towards engineering, 'Malice' as he became known, was an apprentice beskarsmith and general weaponsmith by the age of fifteen and already a combat hardened veteran. Clanless and lacking in many options, he chose the up-and-coming Clan Vox to pledge his allegiance, and found solace in their ranks.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]With time his skills became sharp, his valour in battle was bar none in his unit, and his creations became more and more sought as they tore through the Clan's enemies one after the other. With time he was a low-level leader and found himself bolstered to command with the occurrence of The Netherworld Incident. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]It was here that he made the most costly mistake of his young life. Challenging the named successor to the God-King Thor Vox, Memphis was viciously maimed in battle with Ari Vox and found himself at the mercy of his Aliit Alor. She summoned the most proficient engineers at her disposal and fitted her former rival with a host of cybernetic replacements, even going to far as to improve upon the flesh he had lost. With time and a considerable time away from the battlefield, Memphis once more became whole.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]His loyalty through this time, though shaky at first, solidified and he became totally fanatical with his new Matriarch, allying himself with her and taking command of her Supercommando Vanguard right until the day of her self-exile. It was here that Memphis chose to strike out on his own, founding The Ronin Group, a private military organization centred on the proliferation of arms and private security throughout the galaxy.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=18pt]...and lay waste the sky as well as the Earth.”[/SIZE]