Name: Valter Rook

Race: Human

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance: Valter is usually cloaked in jet black, and silver mandalorian armor that is the symbol of the Reborn Mandalorians group. Underneath that he has messy brown hair, and light green eyes. He has a few scars on his torso, and one crossing his chin. He is Caucasian in appearance. He stands at around 5'10. 

Personality: 

Valter is a brutal, and cold bounty hunter having experienced gang violence, and trained to be a killer by his fellow warriors, and bounty hunters. Years on Nar Shadda, Nal Hutta, and other backwater planets controlled by the hutts have made him more than capable of coping with harsh realities, and violence. He feels comfortable in the battlefield, and hurting other people. However his pride in being Mandalorian is unquestionable. He takes most any contract so long as the people behind it agree to pay in the end having worked for various criminal organizations, and takes care to complete the contract to the best of his ability as a mark of professional pride. 

He finds himself to be snarky, and backed handed when around more light hearted people. He views justice as an made up illusion, and hates pointless mercy. People are either strong, or they aren't. The weak make the strong what they are after all. He views jedi with some contempt but like all contractors he is willing to work with them so long as they keep the situation professional. He has no issues with taking orders, or listening to people though he may not truly care for the person giving them.  Though he can be cruel, and vindictive at times he doesn't enjoy the pain of other people he does it because he has to make a living in a cruel pointless galaxy ruled by politicians who don't care about people, and hutts who ruled through crime. He does though respect the bounty hunter's creed as much as he can in any given circumstance. 

Occupation: Mandalorian Bounty Hunter/Enforcer, Member of the Reborn Mandalorians

History: Born on Cato Neimoidia his mother was a single parent and his dad was said to be a smuggler he was raised in the house of a rich friend of his parents who happened to be of the local species. Raised in a rather comfortable, and wealthy household he was educated, and raised very well, and was raised to be polite. His life lacked for not much as his family friend, Gundrei, who was housing his parents owed his mother a great deal for her life before she birthed him. Gundrei was kind, and understanding towards young Valter despite his being human. However life for all its perks was rather pointless because he lacked for everything but adventure life was not fun being cooped up in the middle of a rich man's apartment. It was when his estranged uncle approached him as a teenager that he found out that his half uncle was part mandalorian, and was trained under Deathwatch remnants from the long past clone wars. Deathwatch had been disbanded, and been replaced by a revived mandalorian culture. 

After considering his current life's wealth, and lack of outside knowledge he decided to go with his uncle to train on Mandalore which had since the end of the clone wars been a peaceful, but good place to train for mandalorian people. Mandalorians of old weren't just a people but a culture. As such he took the surname Rook after consideration in order to incriminate Gundrei, and or his mom. He trained there under tough mandalorian training meant to strengthen him which nearly broke him on several occasions but his stubbornness refused to give out. By the time he was finished training he was a battle ready young man who was granted the right to call himself mandalorian. 

He spent much time with his allies on Nar Shadda working for Voja the Hutt, and other Hutt Cartel groups in the outer rim. He bought a D11 Light Freighter from Kuat Drives during one point in his career using it as a way of getting around between jobs, and where he lives. His experience in this field toughened him, and made him sour to the way of kindness, and mercy. People had to do what they did out here, and he learned to accept contracts as they came. Eventually however as turf wars flared up in the outer rim between hutts he worked for he decided to make it over to New Republic space where he earned a contract with the military there to be sent on missions. He was open about his work with the hutts but always insisted he was nothing but than an enforcer making his living. His skills spoke for themselves, and he has been assigned over parts of Republic space since there working for them less than a year but proving himself an adequate resource for taking out VIP targets as a sort of government sponsored bounty hunter. 

Equipment: Wrist Gauntlets (had interchangeable parts that he can swap out. A mini-rocket launcher, a lasso feature to tie up opponents, a blade attachment that protrudes a knife sized vibroblade, and a dart launcher), A modified DT-12 Heavy Blaster Pistol (better recoil), and a E-11D blaster rifle. Mandalorian Durasteel armor with a visor that acts as night vision, and targeting device. A standard low altitude jetpack.


Skills: Rifle, Pistol Heavy blaster, Explosives, and Melee/hand to hand proficiency. Survivalist training. Medical knowledge. Piloting (about average level). Jetpack training. Hacking (he can hack into common computers, and security systems picked up during time with hutts). 

Weaknesses: Lack of protection against lightsaber/force foes, lacks proper melee weapons, lack of sniper training having proved his worth as a guard, and hutt enforcer. Lacks high tech equipment much of what he has is black market goods. Lacks droid repair, and overall mechanical knowledge he has a basic understand in order to keep his starship working. Little star fighter training. Poor knowledge of the force, and its methods (he knows just enough to kill a jedi as taught by his instructors over the years extensive, or more complicated rituals are beyond him.)