Toryn Dral

26

Human

Male

Yes - Light

Self-explanatory, cover at least the basics to some detail.

Jetii'ramikad
An unusual, and rather informal colloquialism used to describe people like Toryn, roughly translated from Mando'a as "Jedi Commando", it means... well, almost exactly what it says on the tin— What happens when you mix a Jedi Knight with a Mandalorian Supercommando.

Immersed in both cultures from a young age and enduring two solid decades of brutal training and even harsher experiences has left Toryn with a very particular skill-set; As lethal with a blaster, kal or even his bare hands as he is with a lightsaber and the force and being extremely (some would say freakishly) physically and mentally tough to boot. It's no small wonder that the council usually reserves the armoured Jedi and those like him for a very certain kind of work.

Self-Sufficient
As a consequence of both his life before arriving on Mandalore and his career afterward, Toryn has— by sheer necessity— become remarkably self-sufficient. Intimately familiar with his gear, his ship and how best to effectively operate and keep both in working order as well as how to survive in the wider Galaxy on his lonesome for extended periods of time.

Expert Armourer
Starting as just a way to bond with his mum when he was still knee-high to a womprat— taking apart her blasters, scrubbing the scoring out of the chambers, realigning the focusing lenses and the like— the events of the next two decades of voyaging through the Unknown Regions and then becoming a Jedi Knight would only mould the boy's talent with his hands into a force all of it's own as he became a man.

Son of a Taung
Being raised by a legendary Taung General who made life particularly difficult for both the Old Republic and Jedi several thousand years ago has had it's subtle effects here and there on the man. Namely in his possession of a much sharper intellect than he ever really lets on and an immense talent for strategy and tactics that only ever really bubbles up to the surface while on the job and fades back into obscurity the moment it's done.

...Also, an extensive vocabulary of expletives and phrases that would sound old-fashioned or downright archaic to most other Mandalorians.

Polyglot
Having spent his early years on Nar Shaddaa and much the rest of his life among the stars, Toryn's picked up more than a few languages along the way. Speaking Huttese and Ryl just as easily as he would Basic or Mando'a and even being able to understand Lekku-Speak. Having a diplomat as his best friend has only helped this along further, allowing him to pick up conversational Shyriiwook and Dosh along the way (assisted by his helmet in speaking, of course) as well as High Galactic and several more... obscure dead languages.

Can Cook
If you spent as much time as Toryn has in the Space Boonies, you'd learn how to make a meal out of damn near anything you could find, too.

Card Shark
Though he's not a gambling man, it is distinctly ill-advised to put money on a pazaak game when you're sitting across from Toryn.

"Tor-Torism"
A phrase coined by a certain diplomat— often accompanied by a little snort— Toryn is... weirdly, and uniquely gifted in dealing with both kids and animals. And perhaps more amusingly, doesn't realize it at all.

The Basics

• Force Speed
• Force Jump
• Telekinesis (Force Push, Pull, etc...)
• Force Sense
  
  More Advanced
• Thought Shield
• Clear Mind
• Force Valor

Electric Judgement:
Something that just seems to come naturally to him, Electric Judgement was actually the first force ability Toryn ever discovered; Accidentally. When a pirate had a blaster pointed at the back of his adoptive brother's head on Terminus. Since that fateful (and slightly crispy) day, Toryn's talent for occasionally cosplaying as a taser has evolved to the point where he can wreathe his own body with emerald— sometimes golden when he really wants to hurt someone— arcs of electricity and control it in outward bursts as if it were an extension of his own will; even able to arc it around people he doesn't want to harm to strike those that he does.

While the Enclaves were... naturally quite skeptical when they discovered he had such a talent after he arrived on Mandalore as a teenager. The support of his new Master, the approval of Mace Windu and some encouragement from Plo-Koon have kept him practicing and improving it even further.

Form VI Variant: Ramikad Niman
Toryn's own, nigh-heretical take on the so-called 'Diplomat's Form', fomented by his decade of hard experiences in the Unknown Regions with the input of not only from his adoptive sister who first taught him the form, but his adoptive brother, a former Death Watch trooper and his adoptive father, a Taung General and then further honed by over a decade in service to Mandalore. The end result? A versatile and incredibly lethal mixture of traditional saber combat, Mandalorian swordplay and opportunistic attacks with the force and his other more... direct armaments, blended together seamlessly through a lifetime of fighting and made all the more terrifying by Toryn's natural proclivity for Electric Judgement.

Other Lightsaber Forms

• Form VII: Vaapad
• Form III: Soresu

Not a Diplomat
Toryn, though far from being an antisocial miser, has absolutely no head for the labyrinthine world of actual diplomacy. Combined with his reputation and that of those like him, it may in fact be actively detrimental to send the Mando on diplomatic missions as anything other than the spooky guy standing behind the person who is actually talking.

Jetii'ramikad
Strictly speaking, when Toryn is sent somewhere on an assignment, it's generally assumed that the Enclaves, Mandalore or the Paladin himself are done talking, and a peaceful solution will not be coming forthwith. This can make his job (and his life)... decidedly more difficult than it needs to be.

Once an orphan, Toryn's earliest memories are of his short four years as the adoptive son of a Tionese mercenary captain— one Daesha Vao— in the employ of a Hutt information broker on Nar Shaddaa. A time he spent learning all the need-to-knows from that side of life; from blaster maintenance, to pick-pocketing and swindling drunken Coreward tourists out of all their credits with a shell game or a pack of cards and a cheeky smile. And a time he rarely speaks of, though he often looks back on it all with a sort of sad nostalgia, even as the passing years make the finer details harder to recall.

39

Human // CORUSCANTI

Male

Yes - Light Alignment

Koren stands at 5’8, his eyes a piercing green. Underneath his more royal garments he wears simple Jedi robes to take him back to his robes. Meanwhile his tunic and cape are embroidered with gold, royal garments to denote his station in Hapan society. The whole garment makes him entirely uncomfortable, but it is what is expected of him.

Koren is a calm and confident individual. He knows his place in the Galaxy, and his role within it. His time in the Hapes Consortium has changed him, he is more confident and understanding. He is kind and compassionate, and light. While he deviates from the Jedi Code slightly he still believes wholeheartedly in the Light Side of the Force.

He is a peaceful individual with little desire to take part in combat. Preferring to spread the word of peace.

Koren isn’t entirely sure where he is from, he was born and raised at the site of the former Jedi Temple on Coruscant.

Koren was raised in the Jedi Temple in what was a pretty unspectacular growing up. Like many of the Younglings, he received tutelage by multiple masters in his den. When he became old enough to train he had a relatively unremarkable time undergoing his basic training. He underwent the Gathering on Illum to get his lightsaber crystal, joined as a Padawan under the tutelage to Jedi Knight Wrorror Unduli an Ithorian Jedi. Despite the threat and then the ensuing Clone Wars Koren and his master kept out the majority of the war, neither had the expertise that was deemed vital to the war effort. Instead, they were kept primarily as peacekeepers. They worked a variety of conflicts throughout the Clone Wars on Republic Worlds, always behind the frontline. During the chaos of the Clone Wars he was moved onto a Praxeum ship while Wrorror was healing from an injury.

It was during this time that Knightfall occurred, fearing for the life of himself and the young Initiates Koren had the autopilot of the ship take them into the Hapes Cluster, a sector of space where he decided that they would be safe from any threats. The gasses and various gravitational fields making it difficult to track ships as well as for ships to travel in hyperspace. What they weren’t expecting was a ship far faster than anything they had seen of its class bearing down on them and being boarded. It was then that the Young Jedi discovered the Hapes Consortium. Initially, Prisoners, there was one who saw the potential benefit of having Jedi. The Chume’da, heir to the throne. Allana Tryl, she heard about the plight and the war going on outside the Cluster and feared if the war should ever find them. With her influence, she convinced the ruling Queen Mother to release the Younglings in exchange for Korens continued support in training a new Royal Guard, he gathered up any Force Sensitives within Hapan Space and taught them the basics of using the Force.

During the years that followed Koren and Allana became close, through her sheer power of will and insistence Koren was thrust into the complicated world of Hapan politics. Under threat as he became consort to the future Queen. He had to continue proving his worth as he fell for the Chume’da. On edge as other noble families had been grooming their own heirs to one day become consort to the Queen. Despite this the fledgeling romance between the Jedi Knight and Chume’da blossomed, eventually leading to marriage between the two individuals of incredibly different backgrounds. The controversy expanded after the marriage, with no Prince currently married to the Queen Mother Hapan Law stated that the consort of the Chume’da, if there should be one, would be the head of the military. Many within the Royal Court fought this law, as this meant that not only was the royal guard trained and maintained by this Jedi Outsider but now the entire military fell under his jurisdiction. Many within the industrial complex had no issue with it, it was their Queens will Afterall and Koren had proved himself formidable and fair through his years as the head of the Royal Guard. Koren tried to convince the Queen Mother to allow him to leave the Cluster, to establish contact with the Republic. For fear that the Jedi Order was hunted and on the run, fear that everything he knew would be gone.

She continued to refuse till the day she died, stating that he was part of the Hapes Cluster now, and that was where his loyalties should lie. Yet despite his marriage, a blatant act against the Jedi Way of Life and his position as commander in chief of the Hapan Military he had always seen himself as a Jedi First. So when the Queen Mother passed and Allana rose to the position, he convinced her that they should establish contact with the outside galaxy. Months later and he is now aboard his cruiser destined for Mandalore. Having made contact with the Republic there, he finds himself nervous for what he's about to find, for what the Jedi Council will think of him and most importantly, what the future holds for him and his union with Hapes.

Cel O`Royal

29

Human

Female

No

Standing at 5'10'' tall and weighs 185lbs. She has a varied wardrobe that changes depending on the day and time, but she is often seen wearing a light blue dress or a slightly tight romper with light blue and white stripes. She always carries a vibro knife on her hip, which is visible no matter where she is. Her nails are usually painted in either light blue or black. She wears red or black lipstick if she ever wears any. She wears a locket around her neck that contains a lock of hair from a loved one, and her earrings are slightly different in size but adorned with diamonds.

MK-Modified sniper rifle, a Vibro sword, 2 Vibro knives, 5 Vibro shivs with a helical tip, 5 Canisters of paralytic poison, Tibana gas in a release canister, Snubble blaster pistol

Echani [martial art] From a young age was taught martial arts to help defend herself. "Dad always said that you can't trust anyone and you should always be prepared!"
Gifted intelligence - Books have surrounded her whole life, from school to being tutored by her Bureaucrat father. "Dad always said: Your greatest weapon is your brain, after all, muscles fade, but the brain sticks around."
Mechanic and pilot - Cel has her own ship, not a big one but a Nu-class shuttle. She has learned over the years to take care of it and how to repair it. "Dad said that if you can't fix your own ship, you'll wind up in debt! Oh isn't that true for me now!"
Handy-Woman - Cel has been living on her own for quite some time now. She has had to travel to Coruscant multiple times, which has required her to find unusual ways to repair things. Her intelligence and experience of repairing various objects over time have helped her in this regard. "Dad always told me that if something is broken, then fix it. We have no choice but to make sure we care for the things we want."

No force abilities known..

Physical strength - While she knows martial arts and is quite capable of handling herself, she is not the strongest person, not even probably the 10th strongest when it comes to muscle.
Uncharacteristically organized - She doesn't have OCD, and messes don't necessarily bother her, unless they are where she is working, it's hard for her to be able to focus on much else.
Prideful - She loves herself and wants to ensure everyone knows how wonderful she is.
Perfectionist - She prides herself in her plans being perfect and thought through, issues that arise causing her to go off script can really be rage-inducing to her.

Cel is a kind person. A perfectionist at hear and loves to be right. She is obviously a bit self-absorbed but there is always a time and place to brag on oneself. She shows great care for those in need and has even been known to bend a little bureaucratic tape in order to help people who have reached out to her.

She can be a bit strange though, her sense of humor is off sometimes saying things that aren't that funny and laughing about it. But at the same time she likes to laugh at people's jokes and tends to just have a poor and broad sense of humor.

Cel seems to stay calm in most situations, not panicking and not acting rashly. She formulates a plan and enacts it. Very rarely will she ever 'Go with the flow'. While she may even say that she is, truth be told she has come up with at least a bare-bones plan that she is going to follow to try and reach whatever goal she has. She is very driven, which can make her a bit unpredictable at times, if you catch her at the wrong moment, or the wrong time she has a tendency to get very upset, or may even welcome you to join. It all depends on what's going on around her.

Cel was born in Eshan, she grew up there with her dad. Her dad worked as a Bureaucrat before she was even born. He raised her with the idea that "Protecting yourself and your desires is the most important thing in almost any line of work. "If you let down your guard in this universe at all, you'll wind up food for something, or a fresh kill for someone." Taking that to heart, she trained in the ways of Echani. She grew up with a pretty wealthy father which helped her be able to afford the best schooling money could buy. This only fed into her already gifted intelligence to where many at her school saw her as a 'genius in the making'.

Growing up is never easy. Especially when you're the daughter of a bureaucrat who focuses on the financials of different planets. Despite being rich, while her dad was away at a young age, she mainly stayed with her psychotic nanny who emotionally and physically abused her. At one point throwing a Thermapad at her and hitting the back of her head because she had accidentally left the thermapad on after using it. When her dad was home, he would continue to work which caused her to almost be forced to show interest in his work just for him to pay attention to her.

Cel's mother didn't make things too much better when she got home, oftentimes throwing herself into fits of alcoholic rage targeted mainly at Cel. This made home life incredibly rough and Cel would focus hard in school and on her own books, reading whatever she could get her hands on to just try to escape. Additionally, she found the more things she knew the fewer 'mistakes' she made which brought less anger upon her.

This all went on until Cel was about 10 years old when one day she walked into her parents having a massive argument over her mom's drinking. It eventually escalated to the point that the two were nearly throwing things at each other. In anger, her father stormed out of the house while her mother continued to drink. Shouting and flailing and throwing things all about the place. To calm herself her mother decided to take some 'medicine' which had an adverse reaction to the alcohol. This caused her mother to have a seizure in front of Cel. When Cel's father got home he found Cel next to her mom who was on the ground, dead. Her father would try to comfort her as he told her that it wasn't her fault that she went into shock and didn't know what to do.

After that day Cel's life changed drastically, she was more attached to her father than ever, now no longer feigning interest in his work but even helping with it. This was when her father realized that Cel was a borderline genius as she helped develop the financial program that the Eshan needed at the time. The program she helped her father create brought Eshan into a spot of financial prosperity unlike it had seen in decades. Cel's father began sending her to a school specifically for people of Cel's caliber. Cel actually loved this and started to make friends at school. Which also meant she spent less time with her nanny.

At the age of 11, Cel had been demanding that she be allowed to stay home without supervision. Her father was less than happy about allowing such a thing to happen. He was afraid that Cel was still not responsible enough and he worried about losing her. However, in a stroke of luck, 3 days before Cel's birthday he was walking the Nanny back to her speeder when he noticed a black bag inside of it. He had asked what she had in the black bag and opened it to take a peak, wanting to make sure that the nanny hadn't been stealing. But as the Nanny explained she probably had some garbage in it, and the realization of what was inside was worse. It was the family dog, dead and stuffed inside the black bag. Cel's Nanny was fired instantly and Cel's father had to decide what to do. He walked inside and explained what happened to Cel who was devastated, crying uncontrollably for hours at the loss of Sparky. Her dad was unwilling to still let her be alone still. So he came up with a plan, Cel would start spending her after-school time with him at his office, where she would finish her school work and then could spend time with him and help him if she so desired, it was a way he could train her up and teach her how to be a bureaucrat.

As time went on she would not only find herself fitting in at school but also fitting in quite well with her father's colleagues who were all intrigued by this 15-year-old who seemed to have as much knowledge about government as they did. While her father worked in the financial side of things she was seeing a distinct lack and issue with how quickly money was coming in. In fact, she found that the planet's 'main port' would frequently lose money every other month after making a large profit the month before.
In a stroke of luck, and genius she had suggested a plan to one of her father's coworkers, who he began to write up the plan that she was talking about. This cut off some extra workers that weren't needed and allowed for a more streamlined process of doing things. It worked out so well that the DoT asked her if she was interested in taking an unpaid internship. Which she politely declined as she was happy where she was at and not having the responsibility if something went wrong. "After all, if it all goes and fails, I'm not the one that will be blamed for listening to a 15 year old.". she had told her dad's coworker with a mischievous and ornery smile.

School couldn't have been better for her, she was popular, but more than that she was excellent in martial arts class where she was really coming to her own in the martial art of Echani. Additionally, she was excellent in sports and no longer had to spend much time at home by herself. This relaxed her dad, who was still loving that after everything they had gone through, she was still 'Daddy's little girl'. She would love to spend time with him and consistently talk about going on vacations with him and discussing the different options that they had.

While on vacation during the summer Cel and her father had run across someone in another city who had run up to them begging them for help. To her surprise, it was her old nanny, who had seen them and ran up begging them for forgiveness. And to Cel's shock, her dad was willing to help. He didn't just give her money but gave her a reference to a job in the city that she could use to get back on her feet. Cel was livid with her father at this as they argued about it the whole night. It ended like so:

"How are you going to say that everyone deserves another chance after she was the one that did this!?" Cel would turn to show him a scar on the back of her neck from a burn mark from the time that a thermapad was thrown at her. "My dear, I'm so sorry that I didn't believe you back then, and believe me I wish I wasn't so blinded and busy back then. I know she caused you a lot of pain and cost us our precious dog at the time. But there is always a necessity for those who are well off to help give others a second chance, help give others a chance to not spiral further out of control. It's our duty, and the duty to make sure that people don't have a chance to spiral out of control is more important than past transgressions. Does that make sense?" Cel would nod and hug her father, "I'm sorry I got so angry Dad."

As she got older and dealt with heartbreak, a boyfriend wound up falling for a twi`lek and broke up with Cel. In a fit of rage, Cel had gone over to the Twi`lek at school. The Twi`lek thought it'd be smart to punch Cel in the face. The Twi`lek found themself on the ground with her arm twisted behind her back and Cel's other hand pressing her head into the ground. This act of violence was shocking to her father who had reprimanded her after school due to how close she was to graduating and putting it at risk. Her father would be the one to tell her that night that once she graduated they were heading to Coruscant for the summer as a relief effort before she headed off for university.

University was a breeze for her, in fact at this point she was easily solving problems and mathematical equations for doctorate-level programs. Every summer she would go back to Coruscant and help her dad with the relief efforts around the planet, especially with helping in feeding those who had nothing.

After she finally graduated and was awaiting her first job as an official bureaucrat she headed to Coruscant one last time to help her dad. While on Courscant her father worked diligently giving to those in need and helping serve food as well as trying to make sure that reconstruction efforts were all on schedule. They also began to push some ideas that had helped with the efforts of rebuilding the planet. Unfortunately with two days left on Coruscant during a moment when she was feeding the hungry with some of the other relief workers, she couldn't find her father. She looked everywhere and eventually had to call the authorities. After hours of searching, she turned down an alley to see her dad, she ran up to him, on the ground and bleeding out. He had been stabbed by a knife and was unable to move as the knife was still inside of him. She begged him not to die and to just wait as she called for help, but he told her how proud he was of her to be so willing to clean the streets and as she hugged him, he died in her arms.

She was mortified, broken and devastated. She went away into isolation on Eshan for about 3 months after this; as she got her Father's affairs in order. The whole 3 months she seemed to be pouring over her journals and re-reading all the lessons throughout her life that her dad taught her and when she read a journal entry, she noted that he said: "It's our duty, and the duty to make sure that people don't have a chance to spiral out of control is more important than past transgressions." it was at that moment she knew what she had to do. She quickly reapplied for a new position in Coruscant as a new bureaucrat. She continued where her dad left off, for years she helped people there. Even going as far as helping people who want to get off the planet to get off the planet.

A few years later she moved to Chandrilla to help with the complete restructure of their docks and transportation system. For a few years, she worked on Chandrilla, having a few boyfriends at the time and helping make their transportation system one of the best in the system. She has really enjoyed being able to go and work with the people of these different systems. She was even voted 2nd place as Chandrilla's most intelligent being.

Once the job on Chandrilla had ended she decided she would pack up and head to Mandalore, to see what lays there.

Orh'ruruur

26

Human

Male

No

Standing at 5'4" and as thin as a whip, it would be easy to tell that Orh'ruruur doesn't eat often even at a glance. While as fit as a Tusken ought to be, he is most certainly not reaping the rewards of civilization in gaining a great deal of weight. Garbed as per his people's custom, it's hard to tell he's not quite cut from the same cloth as his fellows. A pair of heavy, black gloves and a number of what appear to be beads on cord about his wrists set the figure apart from many others, as well as a pair of macrobinoculars perpetually hung from his neck. A small black book seems to also be in his hands often, as well as a lead pencil.

Personal

• ”Flash” 4 Blaster Pistol
• FWG-5 Flechette Smart Pistol
• Gaderffii
• Translation Droid / Commlink, handheld
• Macrobinoculars
• Tusken Lamellar Armor
  Built from scavenged durasteel cut out into squares and linked together by cord, Orh’ruruur wears his outside of the inner robe and a small, brown jerkin made from toughened bantha hide. While not the most comfortable and somewhat lacking compared to beskar and cortosis, it does serve to dissuade more mundane threats from fully killing him.

Dawn Seeker, RX4 Patrol Ship
Once a vessel trawling the Trianii territories before the Corporate Sector Authority took that section of space, since then it has passed from hand to hand until finally ending up in the hands of Corellian smugglers on Ambria. It looks exceptionally worn, with a patched and re-patched hull several times over along the craft’s entire length. Several portions of the ship are painted differently while the sensor dishes which once dotted the entire vessel have been removed entirely. A number of more significant modifications have been made, as the patrol ship’s two turbolaser turrets have been replaced with octuple laser cannon turrets controlled by the pilot while, forward of the turrets, two concussion missile launchers have been sunk into the hull.
Aboard Dawn Seeker

• Modified Cycler Rifle
  Well-maintained and cared for, Orh'ruruur's rifle is notably cut down in length, possessing still only the singular magnetic pulse accelerator to aid the shot. To compensate for the lesser barrel length, he instead uses a more robust chamber with far more of an explosive charge to initially fire the round. Both the rear grip and the foregrip are wrapped in faded green cloth.
• Modified Prax Arms Sweeper
  Built as a simple break-action, double barrel shotgun for cheap, easy pest control, Orh'ruruur has modified this weapon into a more personable tool. Cut down in barrel length with the stock reshapes into a simple grip, it is far more a pistol than anything else. An array of two magnetic pulse accelerators have been fitted, however, turning the hail of shot into something more deadly when up close and personal.
• Arakyd Industries Model 86 Swoop Bike
  Built for the enterprising Tarisian swoop racer by an enterprising company before it realized a severe self failing, the Model 86 resembles an engine underslung to a long pole. With small, rectangular aerofoils forward and aft and a suite of repulsorlifts to compensate for the weight, the swoop utilizes a ray shield in flight to reduce air drag. Supremely uncomfortable without modification and far less glamorous to the average racer, it would become relegated to less reputable groups as a high flying, fast airspeeder for the less cautious. In the hands of Orh'ruruur, it has become even more so with more powerful repulsorlifts, a more comfortable seating arrangement for high speeds, and a sensor suite ripped from an AD maintenance droid to provide some semblance of navigation.

Tusken Traditions
A good eye, a steady hand, and an unflinching heart are among the tenets of the Tusken way which Orh'ruruur takes to well. He is a good enough shot, though prefers the close in fight to anything else. In all other terms, by all other metrics, the young Tusken is a good enough warrior to keep his wits about him when the blaster bolts start flying.
Maintaining Your Own
Maintenance isn't just an action of necessity to him, but a spiritual declaration that this is a task which Tuskens can do, that this is a task which Tuskens can equal all others in. Due to this, Orh'ruruur throws himself fully into understanding the practical aspects of his equipment, his tools, and his ship, and so then understanding how to fix it all when things fail him. While such ubiquity in skill is hard to achieve, he has nonetheless proven to be a capable mechanic for the less immediately lethal issues, and knowledgeable enough to stall the more lethal issues until he can reach a real mechanic.
Pilot
Tuskens can't pilot a starship is the generally accepted rule of life, but of course Orh'ruruur has a foot in both worlds. While he is no practiced dogfighter, nor as skilled in avoiding danger as a smuggler, the Tusken can pilot his ship independently enough. He isn't versed in evasive maneuvers, of course, but with a ship like his he doesn't have to be.

Alone In Crowds
Not quite Tusken, not quite outworlder, Orh'ruruur remains relatively separate from many of the goings-on back home due to his seemingly radical natures. Aside from a number of craftsmen on Mandalore, he remains the Tusken outsider, mistrusted in all things, while aside from his immediate family on Ambria he is the strange tinkerer, touched in the head to work with things they don't fully understand. As such, in many things Orh'ruruur remains inwardly drawn and self-isolationist, preferring to fix his own problems.
The Impatient Hunter
One waits for their prey to arrive and, in this, Orh'ruruur never quite learned the lesson. He is active, mobile, and aggressive, and in very few ways a patient individual. If there is an enemy now, to go fight it before it discovers you is the preferred option. If you cannot fight it now, there is a failing of quality in how you fight, not a failing in the way you fight.

Active, mobile, and severely desiring practical experience, Orh'ruruur's hands are never idle and his mind is never still. He is aggressive in the belief that any action another can perform, a Tusken can do just as well, and that any task he sees another perform which he cannot is a challenge not merely to him but to that idea as a whole. As a result, there is little which Orh'ruruur is hesitant to attempt. Due to these traits, and a willingness to fix dangerous equipment not fully understood, the young Tusken has earned a reputation and a slight shunning about him. He is not fast to make friends, though to those who are already friends, such as the craftsmen he worked under, he is as loyal as can be.

Mos Kayis | Jundland Wastes, Tatooine

Born on Tatooine to the tail-end of the clan’s time on that desert homeworld, Orh’ruruur’s early life under a different name would be, largely, among a settlement known as Mos Kayis. His parents would be killed at a young age, when he was only around three years or so, as the settlement had housed a number of Republic-aligned smugglers. Hidden by his parents during the CIS attack, the tiny baby would be discovered by a scouting party of a nearby Tusken camp. The chieftain of that camp, Urh’otrr’kur, was among the group as this was far before the clan had come into conflict with the Confederates and the actions of the newcomers still merited a degree of observation.

Adopted in this way and soon thereafter named, he experienced a rather traditional Tusken childhood with only a few exceptions. Such was Tusken culture, after all, that to many he simply was Tusken with no argument brokered. He initially struggled somewhat with the massiffs, scent-driven as such beasts were, and had little difficulty with the banthas. He proved a fast learner with mending items here and there, from a young age becoming interested in the inner workings of cycler rifles, the ways gaderffi were made and if what, and other such technical workings. He would accompany his father to many meetings with smugglers, slowly coming to know when items worked properly, when they did not, and when they had been made to seem like they were working. With these jaunts, in time Orh'ruruur garnered a rudimentary, if at times flawed, understanding of the language used by the smugglers, the words exchanged when issues went well or poorly. He grew slowly in his usefulness to the clan, even as they had begun to perform ambushes against CIS patrols. The brief flash of victories would be soon soured when they began to hunt from the air, immune to anything carried by Tusken hands. Orh'ruruur would seek his own methods to fix this issue, despite his age as he soon approached his coming of age ritual.

When the desperate smugglers approached the Tuskens, Orh'ruruur would be among those to recognize the worth of what was offered. In contrast with his father, however, the young Tusken quickly took it upon himself to test the proffered MANPADS, aged though they were. In a twisted version of that ritual, he downed no less than three Vulture droids in a week from the crags of the Jundlands, quickly following his father in the following sieges and battles. They struck stronghold after stronghold of the CIS, seemingly wounding their hold on the world, and Orh'ruruur was among those few to advocate for their stay on Tatooine. With the right help, the right strength, the Tusken seemed to be able to resist the invaders, be able to hold what had always been theirs. His father dissuaded him after many an argument, however, the scope of the enemy seemingly eclipsing all which might be gathered against it. In the end, he would board the transport with the rest of the clan, leaving Tatooine.

Their journey was long and hard, though in the absence of the known Orh'ruruur proved to be adaptable. He soon plundered every database he could, interrogated every droid aboard the vessel, and grew to slowly learn the intricacies of the ship, navigation, and the most major tenets of the galaxy. There seemed to be so much to discover, so much to do, and the old Tusken systems of distrust in the foreign metal, the starship, the cultures all appeared to slowly fade away. They could prove their worth to an unknowing galaxy who seemed to think of them merely as savages, incapable of technology or worthwhile action, and prove their strength as masters of the tasks every other species seemed to perform as easily as breathing. In this, Orh'ruruur soon gathered a small following among the younger of the Tuskens against which long entrenched culture had not fully grasped.

Their landing at Ambria would discourage the young man to some degree, so alone was the clan that they feared that the clan would continue in its old habits and be targeted by outsiders in their isolation from the known, from the comfortable, from the Jundland. They scoured the nearby sands for anything and everything interesting, the faintest sign of others, while Orh'ruruur worked with the few droids aboard their transport to receive any possible transmissions from such offworlders as at least a notional warning. As a direct result, these radicals were among the first to discover the smuggler meetings on that world. They pushed for the approaches with these smugglers, and despite getting the worse half of the deal were happy enough with the results. Soon enough they had sensors, speeder bikes, and some amount of spare parts. With a little bit of effort, he even began to get his hands on manuals, self-guided mechanics courses, and some basic books for mathematics. Painfully, with the constant help of a protocol droid, the young Tusken set about to learn something of what he had gained, something that he could one day master, one day perfect.

The removal of the smugglers would prove far more a boon than a curse, however, as the Corellian agents were forced to leave a heavily damaged ship due to a rapid call offworld in pursuit of more tax dodgers. As such, they instead succeeded in wiping the ship's navigation computer and scrambling its hyperdrive startup procedures, intending to return and finish the job. Orh'ruruur leapt on the opportunity, leading a small band of warriors to capture the ship and move it to a rocky area before camouflaging the vessel. The ruse would work and he set himself on working to restore the vessel, much to the derision of many of his fellows as they viewed each setback as a potential ending to the whole project. There would be multiple times when his father approached, offering up caution when dealing with such things that might literally blow up in his face, though Orh’ruruur would largely ignore such things.

He slowly bled his following, even as his father left Ambria to go and petition offworlders aboard one of the captured vessels they had taken on Tatooine. The young son in some ways wanted to go to space in that vessel, to go and see another world different to the sand dunes, but he felt as though the work was something more. Orh’ruruur wanted to do as they did, to repair as they did and make what was broken fixed. To simply use another’s product, without knowing how to fix it correctly and fully, was a Jawa’s nature, a parasite’s nature, and so therefore was beneath him. He worked for weeks after the shuttle had gone off and away, weeks with little company save for a borrowed protocol droid to work with in clarifying points here and there on the vessel. The work to restore damaged sections of the hull was comparatively easy to the technical difficulties presented by the Corellian sabotage. Eventually, he transferred navigational data from the transport to the craft, and some time after that, restored the startup procedures. The vessel, while not pretty, was repaired and he could only compare it to a new day, a new dawn, and so named it accordingly.

Since then, Orh’ruruur has continued to make strides alongside his father, garnering the ire of some of his brothers as he has helped to ferry delegations to Mandalore. Unlike Urh’otrr’kur, however, he has taken a far more hands-on approach compared to requesting teachers and aid to Ambria, instead working for free wherever possible with mechanics, starship maintainers, and armorers to develop his own knowledge. While such a thing is difficult, as the pool of prospective teachers is slim, he nonetheless has persevered in attempting to broaden his own capabilities. To the Tusken, every task which an outsider can perform that he does not know is a challenge, a declaration that there is yet something left to learn and raise himself up to.

Tybren Kelborn (born Tybren Girzaros)

51

Mirialan

Male

Not a chance, Jedi.

Tybren measures up to a slightly underwhelming 5'7", or around 170cm. This shorter stature is balanced in turn by the older warrior's broad wrestler's build and the relaxed confidence with which he carries himself in most situations. His Mirialan features lack much of the grace and intricacy that is typical of his species - long years of battle have bestowed upon him a good collection of scars, including a fairly prominent burn scar across the right edge of his jaw and a nose which crooks slightly to the left. His face is rugged and square, with a wide, prominent jaw and a heavy brow. His black hair is generally shaved close to the scalp, and his comparatively minimalist Mirialian tattoos extend across his cheeks and back around the sides of his head. He typically wears a band of braided rawl leather around his forehead.

Tybren is frequently found in his armor, a very traditional set of Mandalorian armor that is nearly uniformly pearl-white, with accents on the helmet, pauldrons, gauntlets and greaves of both deep emerald and a lighter turquoise. On the crest of the helmet are designs in these colors resembling Tybren's own geometric Mirialan tattoos. He wears a black electromesh fabric scarf wound around his neck and shoulders to provide a small amount of additional protection to the vulnerable gaps in his armor.

When he is out of his armor, he typically dons a borrowed brown Jedi tunic over his armor's body stocking, as befitting his role as a Mandalorian liaison to the Jedi Enclaves.

After protecting several cargo shipments from pirate raids, Tybren managed to convince his employers to sell him one of the captured pirate fighters at a discounted rate. After spending another considerable sum of credits and time restoring the battered Rihkxyrk Heavy Assault Fighter, he continued to use and upgrade it throughout the Galaxy, preferring it for its bulk and power over the newer and faster Mandalorian fighters developed after the Clone Wars. It is currently in storage somewhere in the Enclaves.

In terms of personal belongings, the old warrior has little. Sentimentality was impractical when he lived as a mercenary, moving frequently and oftentimes bringing nothing with him but what he could carry on his armor. A set of paints and brushes (remnants of a half-abandoned attempt at a hobby), some loaned Jedi texts, and half of the faceplate from an ancient Mandalorian Neo-Crusader's helmet (a personal good luck charm) are all that decorate Tybren's small quarters.

On the outside, Tybren is strict, stern and no-nonsense, confident and implacable in his words and actions. He has lived nearly his entire life as a warrior and does what he needs without regret or delay. Students under his instruction are like to listen carefully to his words and associates are inclined to value his word. Casual friends and acquaintances may note that for the old warrior, his word is his bond, and he will do whatever is required to do his duty, no matter the cost to his personal mental or physical well-being. They might also find that, underneath the sternness, there lurks a hint of dry wit, even mischief in the rarest of circumstances. That is about as far as most will go, however, as Tybren's career of choice and life experiences have rendered him something of a loner. Outside of the obligations presented by life, kin and station, he rarely finds himself called to seek the companionship of others.

Underneath it all, Tybren is plagued by doubt and insecurity, and has a fairly serious case of imposter syndrome. He questions the decision of his superiors to assign him as a liaison to the Jedi - he, a warrior with no diplomatic experience. He, who has spent comparatively little time around Jedi and distrusts them to boot. Though he has experience training and leading men, he believes himself unworthy to do so again. Despite these challenges, he grits his teeth and forces himself to do what he needs to. What he has to.

Originally a rancher's son from a tiny community on the plains of Ansion, Tybren was orphaned when raiders descended on the grasslands, driving away the citizens and turning the once-peaceful hamlet into a fortified pirate compound. Because of the remoteness of the settlement, the attack went utterly unnoticed by the Senate, their Judicials and the galactic community at large. Ansion's government, in desperation, turned to mercenaries for assistance. As Mandalorians of Clan Kelborn arrived to neutralize the pirates, it was a mud-streaked, half-starved Tybren that showed them the fastest routes into the village and past the watch of the pirate sentries. After the shooting was done, the Mandalorians took him in as a foundling, forever altering the trajectory of his life. Nowadays, he has mixed feelings about his homeworld being so deeply entrenched in Empire territory. On the one hand, it is no longer truly his home, but on the other, something about it makes him vaguely wistful.

After leaving Ansion at a young age, the orphaned boy was thrown immediately into combat training. As part of Clan Kelborn, he learned to fight with long blades, to hunt dangerous prey, and to conduct himself with honor both on and off the battlefield. When he was only sixteen, Tybren began doing his first mercenary work, at first with his clan members and later on his own. When the Clone Wars began, Tybren did not take a side, as with most of his kin. However, after retrieving some lost equipment for a small starship manufacturing firm, he was reached out to through their mutual associates - the Kaminoans.

Attracted by the lucrative contract, the young mercenary took his first job in training other soldiers, joining as one of the many Mandalorians of different clans and backgrounds tasked with preparing the nascent Grand Army of the Republic for the horrors of open war. Being one of the younger Mandalorian combat instructors, Tybren took fewer steps to emotionally distance himself from the clones under his tutelage, and grew earnestly attached to each batch he trained, even as he delivered shouts, sparring bruises, and stun bolts unto them. As the war continued to wax in its devastation, Tybren could not help but search for information on the platoons of soldiers he had trained. After coming up with scores of casualty reports, he was left embittered at the tactics of the GAR Command, as well as the Jedi Generals in particular. After all, if they were so benevolent and powerful, why allow your troops to become mired in such a wasteful, devastating series of campaigns?

After Knightfall, Tybren was caught with many other instructors in the siege of Kamino. He personally led several squadrons of his own troopers against the seemingly endless legions of battle droids, unwittingly taking part in the war he eschewed battle in from the start. Stormcaller saw him, like many others, making the agonizing choice to leave behind thousands of clones in a desperate last stand amidst the smoldering spires of Tipoca City. After this incident, with no one to blame but himself, the droids and the ghosts of the once-proud Jedi Order, Tybren again departed Mandalore to seek solo mercenary work, hiring himself out in numerous small skirmishes as the Republic died around him, growing close to no one and sharing camaraderie with few.

Two years later, Tybren, like all the scattered Mandalorians around the Galaxy, received the call to Return. As Clan Kelborn planned to end their long wandering exile from the homeworld, Tybren joined them. As the many scattered clans made their triumphant return, Tybren personally appeared before Mandalore the Paladin and vowed to reclaim his honor for abandoning his comrades in arms on Kamino, and from then on worked as a soldier under his Mand'alor's direction, doing whatever was asked of him - first among fellow Mandalorians and then gradually among the Jedi. Having been far removed from the presence of the Jedi as a member of the wandering clans and coming into contact with very few during his stint as an instructor on Kamino, the wayward soldier still distrusted them and their blathering sermons about harmony, and non-violence, and other vaguely nauseating things. Their words rung hollow, particularly after the events of the Clone Wars, and their actions did little to impress him despite their staggering physical prowess with the Force.

However, after the old Liaison to the Council of Swords had to step down due to age, Tybren found himself being ordered to assume the position. Internally reeling from the thought of having to work so closely with a group he mistrusted so much, accompanied by anxiety over the training they wanted him to give to new Jedi as an additional duty, he nevertheless threw himself into the work with diligence, swearing to himself that he would do his part to forge a Beskar-clad link between these Jedi and his people. Over time, though it hasn't gotten any easier on his conscience, he has begun to see the fruits of his and his comrades' labor as the once irreconcilable peoples draw ever closer together.