Buskayu'agr cuyir a sribitadir
Hettir
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Sasha cannot remember a time she was truly happy, and barely remembers her young days on Mandalore. Perhaps shock repressed the memories of the fateful day the skies rained fire; branding her with the uncaring spite of the Sith. Her Mother, and Father were killed that day to her knowledge. A group of freelance Mandolorians were on their way to help her parents off the planet just after it all went down; going first to the Kryze Clan grounds to attempt getting an old friend Omar off of the planet. He was charred beyond recognition. On the other hand, it was what he was huddled over that become the mission. The little girl was burned badly. Miraculously, the wounds did not touch her face, but left her midsection, left arm, and the fingers on her right hand terribly disfigured. All said, she was breathing.
They could not simply allow their allies line to die, so they took her. Going next to check on his wife
River Kryze
. There was a strong attempt to recover her, but being buried as she was; and with the environment still relatively unsafe to be in, they were forced to leave with Sasha. Later telling the girl that her parents were dead. She had a choice then... They could drop her off on Coruscant, or perhaps somewhere else where they would take her in... She could try at a normal life. They would still do what they could for her from time to time... Or, as she was among some of the last children born on Mandalore; she could take up the Resol'nare. Follow what was in her blood, and perhaps find purpose that way.
She agreed... Having known some of these people previously, she felt more comfortable around her own people, than she did with strangers. As such, from the age of about six or seven, she trained in the ways. Becoming proficient with many types of weapons, and fighting styles. If it was pertinent to a Mandolorian, she was versed in its use and application. She was about fourteen when they realized Sasha might have had... Anger Issues. Nearly killing sparring partners on more than one occasion. It became a quick learn that if you goaded her, or made her upset she would pop you one with little thought to the outcome.
When she began gathering the pieces for her Beskar'gam, her caretakers took it as a sign that she was coming of age, and demanded she begin venturing out on her own. Her Eighteenth birthday was met with a gift of various weapons, trinkets, and even a single-seat fighter that would take her onto her next stage in life. She said her goodbyes, and went out on her own to find adventure, and glory; and ultimately family of her own. -
Sasha is a relatively short woman, with Raven Black hair. As she is often donning her Beskar'Gam, many are unaware how she looks. She has Hazel/Brown eyes, and burn marks on her right fingers, though they do not interfere with her use of the hand. Her stomach, and left arm as well still carry extensive scarring from the burns she received the day her parents 'died'. If one were to spot her outside of her helmet, they would note that she isn't one for smiling; though she is relatively pretty. Her anger, and pain is settled on her face.
This is something of a defensive action, not wanting anyone to be interested in getting close to her only to either walk away, or even worse ridicule her for her wounds. Her Beskar'Gam Is real Beskar, but missing optional areas of coverage, while her vitals are encased. The armor itself being painted by her in purples, and white patterns; mixing well with the purple cape she tends to wear with it. -
Strengths and Weaknesses
+The Path - Growing up in the care, and under the tutelage of experienced Mandalorian Warriors, Sasha is accustomed to the rigors of the life. Including all it entails. She's a survivalist, able to live on her own with, or without technological help
+Deadshot - While she isn't the quickest draw by any means, if she has a line of sight on her target... She'll hit it.
+Rising Phoenix - Is trained in the way of the Rising Phoenix
+Melee Trickster - While smaller than most opponents, Sasha is deceptively accurate with bladed weapons, able to do irreparable amounts of damage to an individual in a small time by slicing at wrists, and arteries almost effortlessly in the midst of hand-to-hand combat
-Anti-Social -Stemming from her self view, Sasha isn't one to seek much companionship. She could sit with someone for hours and not ask a single question; yet be content.
-Indoctrinated - Even to a fault, Sasha will follow the Six Actions. As to her that is what bring her parents memory honor
-Lonely - While its true she sort of brings this on herself by her actions, it doesn't change it in of itself...
-Prone to Violence -If it comes down to it, Sasha's version of better safe than sorry is to be the last thing living in the room
-Prone to Violence - No. its not a typo... Just a warning.
~Painter - Sasha has a guilty pleasure in painting, painting her Beskar to match the fabrics, and cloths she wears.
~Thrill-Seeker -Will do certain things for the thrill, though the actual emotion doesn't seem to ever find her face.
~Stand-Up Woman - She has zero problem standing up for the weak and helpless, but this is not to a fault; she will not sacrifice herself for no good reason...
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Beskar'Gam
1x Vaars Rifle
1x Pred X Tracking Droid
1x Erlang Spear
1x Baroness Wrist-Mounted APG
1x Feng Fighter
3x Spider Slicers
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-On Roon, various Mandalorian clans gather to discuss the future of their people, finding a missing Alor, an interim leader, among other things.
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