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OK, it's morning time approximately 7:19, this is my second draft for SW Knightfall and I hope it is permitted to RP.

| {Full Name} |
Boi Hecate

| {Age} |
30

| {Species} |
Basic Human

| {Gender} |
Man

[hr.]
| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |
No significant midiochlorine count recorded

Yes/No - Dark/Grey/Light(Can be more specific in the alignment, if not fully in one of the three categories.)

New Mandolorian commando, also a sargent inside of the Mandalorian policing force based in the Outer Rims of Mandalorian reach

| {Appearance} |
Boi's hair is auburn, wavy, and middle length. His eyes are green, sometimes shifting to a spotted dark blue. They stick out instead of setting in his face.

He is 1.8 meters long, and and weighs 90 kilos. He exercises regular, and his arms reach down halfway to his knees from his waist. He is strong, having curves and tattooed signifiers and scars from grinding through life. Then, there is a marked incision above his left eyebrow extending down his nose from a card game gone wrong.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |
Boi's personal belongings include a photo of his deceased father, the severed tip of the spear he accidentally cut into another warrior's lung in training, and his first visor he was issued. He also has a photo of the incident where his hand injured in a game. Besides that are his basic necessities: socks, underwear, boots, quick to eat edibles, writing pads and pens, and five pound weights he uses to shadow box with, etc.
His equipment is a green iron armor, compass, beskad, and one carbine rifle, three secondary blasters, and several more goodies like wrist rockets and grappling hooks and vibroblades. One last thing is his grenades, and darts and razors embedded inside of both his right and left vambraces and are used subjectively.

Boi also shares a two story residence with his brother Geoff in Sundari. It's built inside of the city near the central bank. The home was paid for by the brother's collective savings. Inside, it is mostly carpeted with blue and burgundy fabric and has guest space for three people, two bathroom upstairs and one bathroom on the lower floor. Outside, it is shaped like a square and has a dome on top of it that serves as an automated alarm hub and main utility pod.

| {Physical Abilities} |
He can bench press twice 180 kilograms, which is twice his own body weight. He uses the shoulder press only some because it is incredibly easy for him. He prefers to cultivate his abs manually, once doing 300 sit-ups over the course of a week.
Also, from his experience he has proven he can be fearless or friendly and always focused, and is trained in close combat, and pilot training.

Boi is introspective. It is not strictly physical, but mentally he records and processes and judges many things and events he is a part of or witnesses. He's done it since he was a boy, confiding in his own wisdom and growth to help him understand life better. Once, he wrote, "I met a woman and we had some drinks and got drunk enough to screw over the weekend. She wasn't bad, and she said I was great. She asked me about life as a smuggler, and I told her that one load would help you out, but two loads got you inscribed on the money maker datapad." He might be the only person this side of the galaxy that still uses a pen and paper to write.

| {Limitations} |
Boi is missing his right pinky finger. This happened in an hand and eye contest with a knife. It was something he always had fun doing. The result of the hand knife game was him damaging bone and nerves in his hand. He suffered very much and surgery was performed, and now he has a functioning, metal small finger.

Early on in his teenage years, Boi sat down at some peers table to see what they were doing and ended up playing cards all day long. He had a knack at cards. Boi fastly learned several different kinds of sabacc, and betted on races, and spent a lot of time in Hitt controlled casinos. He once gambled away his weapons until he was left with nothing but his beskad, which he used to reacquire his Mandalorian issued assault rifle. His gambling addiction displayed his impulsiveness and violence.

| {Personality} |
He is as wise as someone twice his age. He has seen a lot of things go down, killed people, and things like that. He's been in a lot of sticky situations, anted up his trouble and goodwill banks, and unknowingly preformed nicely for the record books. He is there to give advice to anyone, training incoming warriors, and  keep his good reputation intact.

To people who are suffering greatly, he is the warmest and kindest as it can be. When you've lost every one, including an unborn sister, you tend to sympathize with people who feel hopeless or extremely sad. One particular occasion in Sundari showed the Mandalorian understood that a little could be a lot when he carried a young girl to her academy every day because her family suffered great financial loss, even after auctioning off their their T-6 airspeeder. He did this for three months while his father found work and was able to reorganize his family's life.

Due to his risk taking past, Boi will get yappy to any one. This often leads to trouble and pain, and an outpatient visit to the nearest medical unit. Before he was a patrolman for the MG, Boi beat the shit out of a lot of people and perpetraded a lot of crimes. Today, he is calm, and hopes that people think positive about him. He wants his past to be lived down.

|CONCORD DAWN|
Boi was born into the mining camps of Concord Dawn. The moon is a great source of beskar.

Concord Dawn was one of the earlier settlements by early Mandolorians. In the future, evolution of the moon's people, who were usually farmers or types of politicians, come to share many traits of the warriors who conquered them. And, a lifelong agricultural worker Jango Fett was selected to be the design for the clone army of the Grand Republic.

| {Background} |
Boi Hecate was born on the moon called Concord Dawn, but moved to Mandalore when he was a young human child.

He was brought into a normal setting, learning Mando'a as well as Kaleesh and Standard Galactic. His clan had announced him, and in a few short years Ko'dak Hecate and her new baby would start training on these languages he would comprehend, on his ways with women so one day he could he could produce his own child, and on the warrior he was destined for.

He was fourteen years old when he started climbing mountains and practicing hand-to-hand mixed martial arts and, also weapons handling. He got into a lot of fights, and kissed a lot of girls, which sometimes happened with results like, fighting.  Boi would take wine or spiked tea from his father's hidden cabinet, and after a little bit too much showed up missing Boi would get disciplined by being beaten and restricted rations that he come to understand was non-negotionable. Until, one day finally a young Boi Hecate learned to leave the juice alone and keep focusing on his training.

He was growing up hard, and developed a creative way to take his mind off from climbing and the fighting. He liked to write, once documenting that, "My right hand has healed, it's only a little crooked and hurt inside. I failed the hand fighting training two weeks ago, but I'm going back in. My mother, my father, they would go back in and devise a way to not screw up again."

His culture was not an easy one. One had to persevere, like he did when could no longer stand up with field gear choking him down. He had to hate when his father left him home with his mother to do the hunting and him to supervise the newest member of the Hecate name Geoff; and, then love him when he come home later on with huge credits rolling out of his pockets.

Boi was a christened warrior capable of honoring the creed his people lived by his society at eighteen, and was granted red iron armor, then, also a carbine blaster with a scoped secondary armament and the bells and whistles of his new stamp as a solid Mandalorian warrior. He had requested a red colored beskar because his father was ailing after being struck with unremitting bacteria and suffering from fever and red meant he was living life dedicated to his parents.  After he succeded several more live gear exercises, he was stationed to at an old prison camp overseeing old-timers in a remote place on Mandalore, and spent time reciting chants and learning how to deal with a great amount of BS.

In his 30 years, Boi Hecate has seen and heard many things. He has lost his father, who he calls "a fighting man" jokingly and honoraby; and, his mother has since passed away in an accident and carrying a third child that would have the first daughter to the Hecate house. He's learned how to kill people, how to smuggle everything from spices to weapons, when to be honest and how to lie, and understands duty and how it can be rewarding, treacherous, required, and voluntarily applied.

Don't me wrong. I haven't posted IC here in forever. I see it, I like it, I see it, I like it... aahhh But, I've been doing it for years. Advanced belongs to %25 of the population.

This is a limited opinion because there's more to it, but I want to say there are definitely cliques and postboys who have cornered the market and know what they're doing. They know what they want for quality and quantity. They have word minimums, which in my case is 600+ for most stories. Having friends who you know will have a good time with is wicked, and also brings in new associates all the time; who, in turn can be judged and possibly critiqued. 

The quantity issue can be cumbersome. But, unless you're anal retentive the quantity goes down and the quality goes up.

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