Raiz
Self-Imposed Exiled
[SIZE=11pt]NAME:[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Raiz Australis.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SPECIES:[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Human.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]AGE:[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Nineteen.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]HEIGHT:[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Six foot two inches.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]WEIGHT:[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]One hundred seventy five pounds.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SKIN:[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Slightly tanned white.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]HAIR:[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Short spiked and brown.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]EYES:[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Blue gray.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Mandalorian Training[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Raiz, being born to a Mandalorian clan, has been trained in the various martial arts since the day he could hold his very first training sword, and since then it has been non-stop intensive training in all things militant. From basic melee weaponry, to advanced blaster-snipers, the young Mandalorian has been trained to be able to utilize almost all weapons efficiently enough to eliminate those who get in his way.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Prodigal Engineer[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Raiz has always had an intense love for the inner workings of the many items a Mandalorian child would find within the clan’s armoury, his fascination being more tuned towards wanting to understand how the many weapons, vehicles, armour, and other technical gadgets operate, and whether or not he could dismantle something to then rebuild it with it maintaining it’s working condition. Due to this, the young Mandalorian had found himself a knack towards all things engineering.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Lacking Empathy[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Raiz, for one reason or another, has lost his ability to have empathy towards others, and while there was a time when the young Mandalorian had a strong empathy towards all other living things, it had long since left his mind. Such a thing doesn’t bother him, for if he still had such an emotion rattling within his head, then perhaps many of the missions undertaken would of went southward instead of end in a success.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Unwavering Loyalty[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Raiz will always do as he is commanded by two individuals, and while it may only be two individuals that he does as commanded, it also happens to be the two individuals that he would never even considering disobeying. The first being his father, Kaine Australis, a strong Mandalorian whom the young Mandalorian has always strived to make proud, and the second being none other than the current Mand’alor, whomever it may be.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Dark Comic[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Raiz, due to his lack of empathy, finds a lot of things to be humorous, and due to this has caused the young Mandalorian to adopt a very dark sense of humour, something that can very easily rub people the wrong way in varying situations. Any and all quiet situations that hold any sort of tension in the air, will metaphorically tug at him, and almost all the time does he succumb to the tug to say a joke, to which only he tends to laugh in response.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Force Ignorant[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Raiz has never found himself all that interested in what everyone referred to him as ‘the force’, and in spite of the many times various people have tried to teach him, be it either to have it said in a positive or a negative lighting, the young Mandalorian has ignored every speech in its entirety, and very purposefully remains ignorant to what it is exactly. Why he does this, not even he knows at this point, but there is no point complicating life more than it needs to be.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Life and death. The two most precious things in the galaxy, and at this very moment both lay in the hands of someone who, for all things considered, you would never want to be in control of if it involved your own. A fairly old senator of some unknown planet, who lead the tribe of who gives a damn, began to make his way out of his apartment complex and straight into the red crosshairs of a long-range sniper-blaster.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Bang.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Raiz hardly ever chose life, it was more difficult to persuade an individual who is still breathing to meet with the one who placed a bounty on their head, but a dead body very rarely argues or fights back when being dragged through the dirt. The worst part of the job was actually obtaining the body, luckily for the young Mandalorian that part was already being done by a rather large man, a lacky of the clan Australis.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Beep. The communicator began to go off.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Talk.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Ah, monsieur Raiz, I just heard of the success, where would you like ze credits?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Transfer them all to the MandalArms account.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Yes, of cour-” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Shutting off the communicator, Raiz was not one for talking with the clients, he had a way of making them uncomfortable, or offending them with his strange sense of humour. So he did what his father advised, talk only as much as you need and that’s it. It was simple and easy, the young Mandalorian adored his father, and as the thoughts of Kaine began to fill his mind, he began off home. [/SIZE]
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