[hider=Mesha Sevik] [b]Name:[/b] Mesha Sevik [b]Species:[/b] Cathar [b]Age:[/b] 26 [b]Rank/Title:[/b] Captain [b]Planet of Origin/Birth:[/b] Cathar [b]Force Sensitive Y/N:[/b] Yes [b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/282/1/8/ahji_dar__final_look_by_echostain-d664ykr.jpg[/img] [b]Skills/Abilities/Talents/Training:[/b] - Expert Marksmen; Her years in the Republic's special forces have crafted Mesha into a potent marksmen. She is incredibly accurate and possesses training in a variety of ranged weaponry, from blaster rifles to more exotic slug throwers and the like. - Expert Close Range Combatant; A product of her military training and a natural inclination to be a more physical fighter, Mesha is a significant force to be reckoned with up close and personal. Despite her small stature she boasts incredible physical prowess thanks to her conditioning and Cathar heritage. She blends more practical military unarmed combat and blade work with the traditional fighting style of her people, mixing grapples and strikes with her natural claws and feral tenacity. - Infiltrator; Her time with the special forces have taught Mesha to be an incredibly stealthy soldier. Capable of slipping in and out of places unnoticed and stalking down her enemies like a predator, she excels in more subtle stealth operations and assassination missions. - Vehicle Operator; Mesha is capable of piloting a variety of vehicles and partaking in gunnery roles if needed. Be it a swoop bike, a troop transport or a starship she is able to effectively maneuver and operate the craft. She is certainly no ace however and is far more experienced with ground based units. - Field Medic; While she's certainly no doctor, Mesha has been trained to apply first aid on the battlefield and is more than capable of stablizing soldiers who go down in the field to be moved to a safer place for proper treatment from a more qualified doctor. - Force Sensitivity; Despite thus far performing no telekinetic abilities revolving around the force, Mesha's latent sensitive has bestowed upon her impressive precognitive abilities. Giving her a 'danger' sense of sorts when in harms way, it also greatly enhances her hand to hand fighting and abilities as a marksmen as she's capable of predicting the opponent's next move more often than not. She cracks this up to instincts though as she possesses no real knowledge of the force itself. [b]Equipment:[/b] - A modifier version of the standard issue heavy blaster rifle, made to pack more of a punch to pierce armor at the cost of burning the power pack quicker. - Two blaster pistols - A standard issue vibroknife - Several thermal detonators, ion grenades and breaching charges stashed within her belt. - A medical kit, filled with kolto patches, stimpacks and synthskin along with other basic first-aid supplies. - A recon droid probe, linked to her helmet's HUD to provide a bird's eye view when deployed. - Slightly altered commando armor made of a light weight alloy to provide protection while minimizing loss of movement. Along with a HUD linked into her visor and an inbuilt helmet communicator, she has modified both of the gauntlets to hold a grappling spike launcher and one hundred feet of fibrecord each. - Utility Belt to hold various miscellaneous objects (spare communicator, tool kit, holomap, spare ammunition, ect) [b]Psych profile:[/b] Mesha is an stern and outwardly cold woman, embittered by the loss of her people and the horrors of the war she's been forced to witness over the last several years. The Mandalorians have pried her family, her home world and her comrades from her one by one and her immense hatred shows for them. She's ruthless in battle, unleashing a serene, chilling fury upon her opponents that seems to straddle the line between calculated carnage and primal instinct. Out of battle, she's not much more approach, maintaining the image of a strict, detached officer. She's been hardened by what she's seen and been put through, shelling herself off to try and protect herself from any more loss by simply not connecting with those that remain. At worst she appears as an icy and uncaring wench. But in truth, she's a compassionate soul. Those who follow her into battle may feel as though she has little care for their well being, but more often than not she finds herself desperately charging in and risking her life to draw fire from her followers in their time of need, to drag that wounded man out of harms way. Mesha, as a whole, is also immensely loyal. Perhaps not to the Republic, whom she feels sat idly back and ignored the strife of the Cathar, allowing the Mandalorians to ravage the galaxy until they eventually posed a risk to it's financial assets, but to the military. A group who took her in while she was lost and forged her into what she was today, a weapon to use against her most despised enemy. Like many Republic soldiers, she sees the Jedi in a poor light. They had sat back even longer than the Republic had, letting so many die when they could've entered sooner into the war and helped bring about a swift end to the crusades. Yet at the same time, she can't help but feel vaguely grateful to the Jedi that did come to the aide against the wishes of their superiors. It's a conflicting matter for her and one that can only fade with time, or grow worse, as she grows to understand the mysterious monks better. [b]History:[/b] Born in the year 3989 in the sprawling wildernesses of Cathar, Mesha Khol was the third child of four, born retired warrior and a successful mechanic. Living in the more technologically advanced sectors of her home planet thanks to her parent's position Mesha enjoyed a reasonably comfortable childhood. It became apparent very early on that the young Cathar wasn't fit for the more methodical type of work her mother had made a living doing. She was a fighter, rambunctious even for their species and always picking fights. Her father was quite proud of his youngest, always boasting that one day she'd be a great hunter, maybe even better than him in his prime. She proved her dad quite right. Embarking on her very first blood hunt at the age of sixteen years old, she managed to bring down an entire Kiltik nest on her own. Unfortunately, no amount of ritualistic bug killing would prepare the youth for the challenges poised to meet her in the coming years. Not long after her first hunt, she was plagued by a long string of nightmares. Carnage all across the planet, darkness descending from the skies, hundreds of Cathar scrambling into the ocean to escape some mysterious pursuer. She watched night after night as her family perished in the fiery inferno that seemed to consume everything before awaking in a sweat. The dreams were so vivid and real... they terrified her to the core. But they were only dreams. A natural response to the violence of the hunt, her mother would tell her. If only she had been right. Plagued once again by her night terrors, Mesha awoke not to a cold sweat across her body, but to the unnatural shriek of blaster fire and the rumble of explosions. The Mandalorian scourge had descended upon Cathar that night a viscous massacre worthy of her visions had begun. Her father burst into her room in their modest house, quickly dragging her out of bed with the rest of the family to begin their escape. The Mandalorians went house to house, flushing out any who survived the initial bombardments of their cities and gunning them down as they escaped. Through sheer luck, the brutal warriors had yet to sweep through their portion of the city. The ran through the streets as fires consumed house after house, as jump pack born crusades soared through the skies and as blaster bolts came down like rain drops to the thunder of war. It was very apparent there would be no mercy for their species. Not from the barbaric Mandalorians. This was no act of war... it was an act of merciless genocide. The only hope of survival for them was to board a ship and leave Cathar before the crusaders managed to destroy the few starships their planet had. On the way to the port, the small group was cornered by two of the crusaders. In a final act of bravery to ensure the safety of his family, Mesha's father descended upon the soldiers to draw their fire, the last memory Mesha having of her beloved father being one of agony as he was gunned down in a hail of red bolts while her mother dragged herself and her younger sister off, tears streaming down their faces. It was through his sacrifice and some gut feelings of Mesha's that the trio managed to reach the shattered remains of the port her mother once worked at. Seeing them in reasonably good shape, those who gathered there quickly shoved them upon one of the last vessels and fired them off into space. Numbed by the experience, Mesha sat huddled in the ship as it left orbit over Cathar, gunfire nearly bringing it down as it escaped the once lush world, now enveloped in flame and death. The shock of it all... the death of her father (and as she later found out) her eldest siblings, who had not managed to escape the massacre like the rest of their family did. The knowledge that nearly everyone she had held dear to her heart were hunted down like animals by these... monsters nearly broke the poor girl. Her worst nightmare, quite literally, had come true before her very eyes. It was days until their ship landed upon Taris and the remnants of her people disembarked to begin their new lives of refugees, some of the first in a war that would soon embroil the entire Outer Rim. But when they landed, what remained was not the sobbing girl that left Cathar's surface. Instead, an embittered warrior looking for revenge. While her mother and sister grieved the loss, she festered on the feelings of rage she held for the Mandalorians. It was this bitterness and outright hatred for the crusaders that claimed her world that pushed Mesha to join the Republic's Military. While it was true the Mandalorians had yet to siege the Republic and Cathar was not a world of theirs, she was sure that a swift response would be made against the aggressors by the Senate and when it did happen, she wanted to be on the front lines delivering recompense. Saying her goodbyes to her mother and sister, she embarked for the recruitment center as soon as she could. She faked her age on the documents and thanks to her exceptional physical shape, she managed to enter into training almost immediately. Deciding her best bet for seeing conflict quickly was to join up with the special forces, she was sent off from Taris to begin a regime that would break many. But if the Mandalorians couldn't break her, no drill sergeant would. As determined as ever, Mesha fought her way through the training and came out on top with flying colors. She was swiftly placed into a commando unit where, much to her dismay, she was deployed not against the Neo-Crusades of Mandalore, but filthy pirates and the like. The Republic hadn't even bothered to retaliate for the loss of her homeworld. The Republic simply ignored it and the various other conquests they made into the Outer Rim, blissfully ignoring them as they tore through world after world. It would be six long years until the young soldier would get what she so craved. But in the meanwhile, she pressed herself into her work. Her father had always said she'd grow to be a great warrior and she'd be damned if she was going to tarnish his memory by proving her wrong. Through various assignments she proved herself a potent force, a natural instinct guiding her through any trial the special forces could put her against. She climbed the ranks from the lowest tier to that of Captain not months before the outbreak of what would be known as the Mandalorian Wars. With the Republic needing a vanguard against the seasoned crusaders, Mesha was offered a position on the IRSOG. A chance at long last to satisfy a blood lust a decade in the making, she was among the first of her platoon to accept the invitation. She's fought for two long years now, paying back every life lost on Cathar that fated night one by one with every skirmish and engagement with no plans of stopping. [b]Relationships and Acquaintances:[/b] Traest Krey’lis - Commanding Officer [/hider]