Character Mav Ryburn

[Mav Ryburn]

NAME: Mav Ryburn
FACTION: The New Imperial Order
RANK: Private (ISYG graduates bypass the 'recruit' rank)
SPECIES: Half-Pantoran, Half-Human
AGE: 20
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5' 10"
WEIGHT: 150lbs
EYES: Golden brown
HAIR: Feathered white & purple
SKIN: Pale blue
FORCE SENSITIVE: No

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WEAKNESSES
Not naturally bulky, slight frame and lightweight.
Poor pilot, easily disoriented.
Places the safety of his squad over the mission.
Shirks busywork, talks back, selectively obedient.
Not force-sensitive, not very intuitive with people.
Poor negotiator, speaks only Galactic Standard Basic and some limited Huttese.
Grows frustrated easily, especially with technology.
Lacks much skill in hand-to-hand combat.

STRENGTHS
Determined to work harder than anyone else. Does nothing by halves.
Memorizes field manuals during breaks.
Hits the firing range when he should be cleaning the barracks. Marksman potential?
Records his hand-to-hand practice sessions, then studies the holovids in his spare time.
Fearless in training sims and real combat scenarios. Does not freeze up.
Skilled civilian mechanic, specializes in small craft, communications, weapons. (Not great with droids....)

APPEARANCE:
A young man with something to prove, but not very particular about how he proves it. His half-Pantoran heritage is evident the moment his helmet comes off- Pale blue skin, dark purple hair feathered through with a natural white, and uncanny golden eyes. Pass as human, this one does not.

BRIEF HISTORY:
Fled Vaynai as a young boy from the Bryn'adul with his mother. Father: killed. Unborn sister: passed due to complications.
Settled by NIO Civil agents with mother on the planet Celanon as part of a public outreach initiative.
Worked as a greaseboy at the local spaceport from a young age; grew to be a skilled mechanic.
Leveraged mechanical skills and tragic young life to get into the prestigious Iron Sun Youth Academy.
Graduated with honors from the Iron Sun Youth Academy.
Enlisted with NIO Stormtrooper Corp. Accepted. Completed basic training with some modicum of commendation.
Deployed with a fresh squad of troopers attached to the 501st in conjunction with Operation: Black Sabbath.

SHIP:
Not in his price range at the moment.

KILLS:
Empty as of yet....

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Not a regular pastime.

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ROLE-PLAYS:
(All quiet, nothing to report.)

 

[Mav Ryburn]

BIOGRAPHY:
He was a human native of the tropical planet Vaynai. She was a Pantoran immigrant looking for a new life on those beautiful islands. In him, she found her new life, and he found all the reason he needed to never leave him home planet. They began a family. In a quiet and unassuming community, life was good.

And then the sky was torn open, pouring forth blood and fire.

On a raiding expedition past their borders, the Bryn'adul came swooping upon Vaynai. She was expecting a little girl. He couldn't watch them burn his lifelong home. She took their young son and fled the planet. He climbed aboard a cruiser mounting a desperate resistance.

She watched through the frigate's viewport as that cruiser was turned to ash before leaving the atmosphere. Her grief broke her. There were complications. She lost the pregnancy.

Mav Ryburn would never meet his little sister. He would never see his father again, and his mother would never quite recover from the trauma of that day. In just 8 hours, the little boy's life was blown into absolute chaos. But before to long, a black sigil on a white flag would appear, and change the Ryburn's destiny forever. Out of the chaos would come order. The Order.

The impoverished and frightened refugees, fearing the insecurity of living in ungoverned space, and wary of the religious cynicism of the Ashlan Crusade, made for NIO space as fast as they could. Border agents surveyed the state of the ship's occupants, took statements from all capable of speech, and viewed several holovids and recordings of the attacks.

As a humanitarian publicity stunt, it was loudly and publicly decided that the refugees would be settled by NIO Civil agencies on the planet of Celanon: within the protection of the Iron Ring, but not forced to live under the NIO's jurisdiction. Aid and resources were provided by the Order for a little over a year, during which time Mav and his mother were able to build something like a normal life. Mav found work as a greaseboy for a local spaceport, and worked to develop his skills quickly. Before too long, he was able to support his mother with his pay, allowing her to focus on improving her declining health.

TBC

 

[Mav Ryburn]

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