Yvorre Morcade
Character
Yvorre Morcade
NAME: Yvorre Morcade
NAME: Yvorre Morcade
FACTION: Whoever's paying. But not the Mandalorians.
RANK: Bounty Hunter
SPECIES: Firrerreo
AGE: 35
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5' 9"
WEIGHT: 150 lbs
EYES:
Amber
HAIR: Red and gold
SKIN: Fair but lightly tanned
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, but she doesn't know it, and not very. More Force-sensitive then Force-user (She'll get a feeling that 'oh, I should probably look in that room over there' but she won't be able to yank the door open without touching it)
LANGUAGES: Basic, Huttese, Mando'a, understands a little bit of Binary (droidspeak)
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Techie - Gotta keep the Quickshot in shape somehow, right? That learning curve was a bit scary, though…many scars on her hands from cutting herself on sharp parts and getting electrocuted. ZZZZAPP! (Strength)
Experience - When you've been at your job for fourteen years, you're good at it. Especially in Yvorre's line of work. This leads to her being excellent and both hand-to-hand (knives and fists, she's rather horrible with a sword, mostly a defensive style), and sniper rifles, which is her main method for taking people out. No pistols, for some reason. She never took a liking to them, so she'll use a deece if she has to get too close for a rifle to make any sense. (Strength)
Smart Aleck - It makes people mad. When going up against Force-users, this has major potential to end badly.(Weakness)
Single-Mindedness - Yvorre believes in only what is staring her in the face. Coldly analytical, she fixes her mind on the job and nothing else...which leaves her open to attack from third parties. (Weakness)
SHIP:
BR-0117 Resol'nare, Quickshot
BR-0117 Resol'nare, Quickshot
BIOGRAPHY:
You say you care? I'll ask you why. You say you'll help? I'll ask you how. I don't trust easy. Never did, really, but especially not anymore. You ask me why? Now that, I'll tell you. One word.
Mandalorians.
They're supposed to have your back. They're supposed to watch out for their vode - their brothers and sisters. Well, I'll tell you - they ain't as great as they're made out to be. Polished armor and rusty ideals. You want to know what happened, I'll tell you.
I was a pretty average Mando kid - which is to say, a good deal better fighter then any other culture's kids in the galaxy. Parents are still around, not that I care. Sister's dead, younger then me by a year. No brother, thank the Manda.
Oh, so you're interested in what happened? Well…I'm in between jobs right now, so fine. But listen up, 'cause I'm not saying this twice.
So, the two of us were close. We were sisters, we grew up together, of course we were. So we go to a few battles, there's one or two I could tell stories about, but not now. Last one I went to…well, I don't remember the planet, but our ship got shot down. My sister was piloting it, and got hurt in the crash. We were the only ones who survived that crash. I called for a medic evac to get her out of there. And you know what they said?
MRU.
M-R-kriffing-U. They were fifteen minutes away, but she was hurt too bad to travel, or I could've gotten there. Myself, I had a busted ankle, so I wasn't going anywhere carrying my little sister. So I listen to the comm chatter. They're sending medics into combat zones thirty minutes farther then we were, and they've got enough people to pick us up. But no.
You can probably guess the rest by now. I was with my sister when she died. By that point, it was probably a mercy. She'd lost so much blood - blood she wouldn't have lost if those freaking medics had gotten off their lazy shebs and helped.
I dunno, maybe I'm being petty and vindictive. Maybe I'm missing something, something that'd explain why they didn't help us. But really? I don't care anymore. Because loosing my sister used up every emotional bone in my body. I live for the credits, because it's the only thing in existence that doesn't lie. Anything else? You can't trust them. Or it. So, now you know. It's been fourteen years.
The only things I can say for the Mandos is this - they know how to make armor. Not to mention that they have great dental plans.
And yes. I kept the armor. It ties me to the Mandos, but it's good armor. Saved my life a few times. Black and gold. Justice and vengeance. That, and I like the color scheme.
Best of luck in the galaxy, listener. It's a harsh place.
You say you care? I'll ask you why. You say you'll help? I'll ask you how. I don't trust easy. Never did, really, but especially not anymore. You ask me why? Now that, I'll tell you. One word.
Mandalorians.
They're supposed to have your back. They're supposed to watch out for their vode - their brothers and sisters. Well, I'll tell you - they ain't as great as they're made out to be. Polished armor and rusty ideals. You want to know what happened, I'll tell you.
I was a pretty average Mando kid - which is to say, a good deal better fighter then any other culture's kids in the galaxy. Parents are still around, not that I care. Sister's dead, younger then me by a year. No brother, thank the Manda.
Oh, so you're interested in what happened? Well…I'm in between jobs right now, so fine. But listen up, 'cause I'm not saying this twice.
So, the two of us were close. We were sisters, we grew up together, of course we were. So we go to a few battles, there's one or two I could tell stories about, but not now. Last one I went to…well, I don't remember the planet, but our ship got shot down. My sister was piloting it, and got hurt in the crash. We were the only ones who survived that crash. I called for a medic evac to get her out of there. And you know what they said?
MRU.
M-R-kriffing-U. They were fifteen minutes away, but she was hurt too bad to travel, or I could've gotten there. Myself, I had a busted ankle, so I wasn't going anywhere carrying my little sister. So I listen to the comm chatter. They're sending medics into combat zones thirty minutes farther then we were, and they've got enough people to pick us up. But no.
You can probably guess the rest by now. I was with my sister when she died. By that point, it was probably a mercy. She'd lost so much blood - blood she wouldn't have lost if those freaking medics had gotten off their lazy shebs and helped.
I dunno, maybe I'm being petty and vindictive. Maybe I'm missing something, something that'd explain why they didn't help us. But really? I don't care anymore. Because loosing my sister used up every emotional bone in my body. I live for the credits, because it's the only thing in existence that doesn't lie. Anything else? You can't trust them. Or it. So, now you know. It's been fourteen years.
The only things I can say for the Mandos is this - they know how to make armor. Not to mention that they have great dental plans.
And yes. I kept the armor. It ties me to the Mandos, but it's good armor. Saved my life a few times. Black and gold. Justice and vengeance. That, and I like the color scheme.
Best of luck in the galaxy, listener. It's a harsh place.
That is who I used to be. Who I'm not anymore. I don't know what happened - I don't remember anything past being attacked by bounty hunters until I woke up. I remembered the decisions I'd made - I remember I was a good person who made some bad choices. Leaving the Mandalorians, that I understood. I couldn't forgive them for leaving my sister to die. My sister Raina - funny. Her name was hard to remember before, I think, but it comes so easily now.
Well, let me restate that. I can forgive - forgive the majority of the Mandalorians. But I can't forgive anyone who was there, and that's a problem, because I don't know who they are.
But...I'm not sure where to go.
KILLS:
Haven't kept count. But none were actually role-played characters.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Haven't kept count. But none were role-played.
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