Zarkun

The 7 Deadly Sins (NOT the Anime)

Don't know that I can join currently, but I'll keep my eye on this. Pretty full on RPs currently. Great concept though @Balthazar007.

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Mandalorian Enclave, Communications Center

"And you have been told, commander, that no outsider, Imperial or otherwise, is going to be allowed access to the Enclave. The Clans have suffered the loss of much of our culture already between all the wars and your Empire. You would have us lose more?" The Imperial commander on the other side of the holocommunication looked nervous as he stared at the impassive T-shaped visor that allowed the helmet wearer to see out. If there was one thing he hated, it was dealing with Mandalorians. Sure, there were those that the Empire could buy off and yet others that the new Mandalore government, an Imperial puppet government really, could persuade to be sensible and allow the Imperials to work. But these clan members on the very outskirts of the Outer Rim? They clung strongly to what tattered remains were left of their culture and many clans had moved here to be bothered less, and do less bothering to, by the Imperials and Mandalore government.

"And I have told you that I come here on the authority of the Mandalorian Government-" He found himself cut off as a laugh was barked from the man in Mandalorian armor. That was never a good sign for Imperial access.

"Unless Mandalore himself orders me to let you in, you are not getting in. You are fully aware that we cause no trouble here, so why do you persist in causing the opposite?" The commander bit back his reply. Unfortunately, the Mandalorian was right; since the Empire had arrived, the Mandalorians had caused it no trouble so long as they stayed away from their Enclave. Sighing, the man nodded.

"You're right, you're right. Elias Ordo, I apologize for my intrusions and will leave you and your people to do as you will. Contact me if you require the Empire's assistance." The communication cut as it was ended from the Imperial end and the Mandalorian finally relaxed as he turned to leave, flanked by two Ordo Honor Guards.

"That's an Imperial military officer? I've seen Banthas with more bite." Outside the yard was alive as both young Mandalorians and potential prospects worked on their training and older Mandalorians prepared for various trips. His guard on the left, Eli, chuckled.

"That you have, and I believe it took a bite out of your rump too." Elias slapped him in the gut and shook his head. Between Eli and Jenus, it was a wonder Elias had done as well as he had leading the Enclave for the last couple of years, considering the jokers they could be. As he got close to the central compound, another Mandalorian, a woman in full armor, approached the trio.

"Elias."

"Jenara Ordo. You don't come around often." Her stance told him more than she knew and what it said was that something was most definitely wrong.

"Come, we...have a lot to discuss and little time to do it."

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Debating on how to open up with the Mandos is all. I think I know where I want to go with it though.

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Elias Joranis Ordo

“Why hello ladies. You need some help paying for those drinks?”

Name: Elias Joranis Ordo
Species: Human/Mandalorian
Age: 25
Appearance: Ruggedly handsome with a five o’clock shadow, crystal blue eyes and sweeping brown hair. He stands at 1.7 meters tall and weighs about 68kg. He typically wears tan pants, dark brown boots a dark red shirt and a lighter red jacket over it when he’s not in his armor.
Force Sensitive: N

Equipment:

• Beskar’gam

  
  Beskar’gam: While many Mandalorians wear the armor of those that came before, part of Elias’s proving of himself was to forge a suit of beskar’gam for himself, something that was neither quick nor easy. Having been forged from scratch, the armor takes on some of Elias’s personal preferences and is much more rounded than traditional Mandalorian armor. It’s helmet is outfitted with a full 360 degree viewing camera as well as infrared and magnetic sight modes and a built in long-range communications device. The left arm bears a wrist launcher and wrist mounted flamethrower.
• JT-12 Jetpack-A compact jetpack allowing for high amounts of mobility. It also features a MM9 Rocket System, which Elias only uses in emergencies, as he’s typically paid to get the shipment to a location in one piece.
• Wrist Mounted Weapons-Elias packs a single wrist launcher on his left wrist, which is armed with a rocket launcher, flame thrower, and dart launcher. He only uses knockout darts.
• Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols

  
  Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols-Elias always carries his twin Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols, no matter what he’s wearing. They’re heavily customized to allow for a quick draw and decent penetration, along with uncanny accuracy for dual wielding.
• Vibrosword

  
  Vibrosword-Elias picked up how to fight with a vibrosword long before Clan Ordo adopted him and it’s his weapon of choice for close quarters combat, especially when faced with a lightsaber. It’s core is black when activated.
• Various Equipment-On top of his staple pieces of gear, Elias carries a variety of other odds and ends in pouches on his belt, ranging from spare power packs, of which there are about twenty, to a couple of fragmentation grenades and cryoban grenades.
• XS Light Freighter

  
  XS Light Freighter-While this particular model of ship, which is called the Nightengale Eclipse, is considered highly outdated, the previous owner, a Kel-Dor who lived far longer than he should have, kept it in tip-top shape and upgraded it as needed, making it one of the fastest ships in the galaxy. Elias has kept it in top condition as well and it even has room for extra crew should he ever want it.

Skills:
Between being on the hyperspace lanes from a young age and being adopted into Clan Ordo of the Mandalorians, Elias has picked up a wealth of skills:

• Mandalorian Training: Since joining Clan Ordo, Elias has learned numerous forms of both hand-to-hand combat and ranged combat, along with advanced training in sword combat. He was no slouch before, but now he’s a lethal weapon, armed or not.
• Charismatic: Due to the nature of his original and current profession, Elias has learned how to speak with such a silver tongue, the people listening sometimes wonder if THEY’RE the ones lying or mistaken. It’s also helped pick up beautiful women and relieve the rich ones of their credits. All the same, this man can talk himself into and out of trouble in the same breath.
• Ace Pilot: Having been in space for so long, flying a ship is something this smuggler can do with their eyes closed. He’s survived firefights with Imperial Star Destroyers and outmaneuvered entire squadrons of TIE fighters.
• Quick Reflexes: Being a smuggler, sometimes negotiations go wrong. When this happens, it pays to be able to pull your own blaster faster than the other party and be able to find cover in a short time. Elias has mastered this to the point where he could probably do it in his sleep (not really but exaggeration is a smuggler’s tool).
• Linguist: Due to the nature of smuggling, he speaks and understands a number of different languages, but is still learning how to speak Mando'a, but over the years he's gotten better at it. At the very least, he won't risk calling some one a smelly nerf herder by accident so much anymore.
• Swordsman: Elias was taught by the old Kel-Dor to fight well with a sword, just so that he wouldn't be helpless if someone kept him from drawing his blasters. He actually enjoys it, unlike most other smugglers.

Abilities: N/A
Weaknesses:

• Overconfident: Due to a number of things, namely how successful he’s been as a smuggler, Elias is overconfident and approaches every situation like he’s already won..
• Core World Accent: Despite spending years in the Mid-Rim, Outer Rim and Hutt Space, when Elias talks, it’s not hard to know where he’s from thanks to his accent.
• Distrusting: Having been a smuggler since he was young, his capability to trust anyone who he doesn't know well is basically non-existent. The numerous double crosses he's had to deal with growing up hasn't helped any to fix this either.
• Inexperienced Leader: His whole life he has operated as a loner, except in the rare cases he’s had a partner. So finding himself in the position of leader of an Enclave on a planet outside his comfort zone is a big change that he’s going to have to rise to.

Motivation: Proving himself as a proper Mandalorian and leader.
History: Elias Joranis is the son of two no-name industrial workers on the planet of Coruscant, the famous “center of the galaxy”. What the people who advertise Coruscant as this wonderful place don’t tell everyone else is that if you live anywhere but near the top levels, life is hell. His parents worked long hours to and earned crap for money while their son was forced to live as a pickpocket and con artist to pick up the slack. However, he found that swindling the rich to provide for his family was not only fun, but it felt right. All the same, at age six, he felt a strange urge to find something more to do with his life, but his parents had no desire to help, content with where they were, a sentiment he could never agree with. And so he began to search for a way off Coruscant and into the wider galaxy.

He managed to achieve this dream at age eight with the help of a smuggler, a Kel-Dor named Zorn Horu,where he learned all the tricks of the trade, and learned how to understand Wookies, Jawas, argue with astromech droids who thought they knew better, and numerous other languages so he wouldn’t have to rely on a protocol droid for translation. By the time he was 16, Zorn had all but given ownership of the old XS Light Freighter, dubbed the Nightengale Eclipse, and helped the young man hone his natural skill for blaster pistols and piloting into things that would help him survive. However, about a month after his seventeenth birthday, an unhappy client put a bounty on Zorn’s head that a Drunk Dug came to collect on, claiming to need the credit payout to feed his Gambling Problem. The Dug had brought some hired help and though the pair escaped, it was without harm to them. Zorn had taken a shot to the gut and with his last words, passed on ownership of the Freighter to Elias.

The young man, heartbroken, buried the Kel-Dor on his homeworld before hitting the hyperspace lanes again, and for two years, buried his grief in jobs of all kinds, any drink he could afford, and every human and Twi’lek woman he could get his hands on. Before Zorn’s death, Elias had been sending chunks of his share of pay to his parents to help them improve their living conditions, though he had a hard time talking to them as they were still content on Coruscant, though they did have better jobs that were less likely to kill them now. But during that two year stint of grief over the loss of a man who had been more of a father to Elias than his blood father, he didn’t sent as much and they almost lost their home because of it. The young smuggler managed to snap back to reality shortly after his nineteenth birthday and three weeks later, met Eldor Ordo, a member of the Mandalorian Clan Ordo. He spent time speaking with the man at length, learning more about the Mandalorians and, after some internal debate a couple of drinks, he asked to join the clan. Eldor took him to the Clan Leader and spent the next six months preparing to join. He succeeded and has been a member of Clan Ordo since, proudly displaying the clan emblem on the shoulder of his jacket and the chest, shoulder, and vambraces of his armor.

However, since he’s joined Clan Ordo, he’s taken many jobs that have brought a lot of unwanted Imperial attention to the clan, specifically when he launched a spiced out Twi’lek he’d never met before trying to serve him alimony papers out of his airlock. So, the elders of Clan Ordo decided to put the young man in charge of the Mandalorian Enclave on Maldra. He only hopes it’s a challenge he can rise to, even after being there two years.

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@Sep Should I post my sheet in the Characters page, or wait for you and @Zarkun to get yours in there first?

@Athol

That's Sep's call.

Nomi Laatl

Name: Nomi Laatl

Species: Yapi

Age: 26

Height: 2.45 m/8 feet

Appearance

Force Sensitive: Y, Fallanassi Force Adept

Skills: Knows Basic, High Galactic, Mando'a, Shyriiwook, and Thykarann. Can speak Shyriiwook and Thykarann clearly but with a bit of an accent. Extremely good cook. Martial training from a Mandalorian warrior.

Abilities:
Yapi abilities: Keen sense of smell and hearing as well as sight, Natural weapons of bite and claws (can be imbued with Force), can eat just about anything that could feasibly provide sustenance, increased water retention ability
Force Abilities: Force Weapon, Force immersion (Fallanassi Force Invisibility), Doppelganger (Fallanassi variant), Force Jump, Force Dash, Mirror Illusion (Fallanassi specific), Sound Mimicry, Force Sight, Mind Trick
Other Abilities: Thought Shield

Weaknesses:
DNA Damage: Induced by a designer virus called CDV-312, she is now infertile, has episodes of sleep paralysis, and altered, giant body structure that causes persistent minor pain.

Motivation: She is motivated to create a haven for anyone who wishes to oppose the Empire. She wants to see the Empire suffer for their actions against her friends and family. Nomi also teaches anyone about the White Current if they are interested, focusing heavily upon its teachings about authority being an illusion and all needing to follow their desires.

History: Nomi's particular subspecies of Yapi came from extended generations on a desert planet in a neighboring sector to Maldra. Her kind were long before exiled from their home due to tribal conflict, leading to adaptations to be more efficient in the desert. This caused a more bronze fur color and better water retention ability. In addition, their stomachs developed to be able to eat just about anything with nutritional value, whether plant or animal, decaying or fresh. With these adaptations over time, the culture developed and thrived to be focused upon independent individuals helping one another rather than a tribal structure. This came about mostly due to each adult finding and overseeing their own area to hunt and forage as a means to reduce resource strain.

The Empire eventually found the planet's inhabitants, seeing them as subhuman primitives. As such, they made a designer virus, named CDV-312, to try and eradicate the population. The virus, rushed by higher ups, went into use too early and did not kill everyone. The fatality rate stayed at around 60%, thus leaving 30% of the population infertile, with all having damaged DNA, and often physically altered. Of that 40% remaining, nearly a quarter suffered a form of atavism, causing them to become nonsentient and aggressive. Nomi, 10 at the time, was part of the lucky few that kept sapient and alive. She suffered the infertility and DNA damage, causing her to suffer a form of gigantism and sleep paralysis. Her body was always in some minor pain. A passing ship stopped at their city for supplies, seeing the horrors of what had happened. Nomi lost her parents, so a couple adopted her and cared for her. This couple knew she had Force Sensitivity and let the newcomers know. A Fallanassi on the ship decided to take Nomi with her to teach their ways. Thus, Nomi spent the next 14 years off her homeworld, learning about the Fallanassi way of life.

She thrived in the group, their independent streak working very well with her natural inclinations for independent yet social action. However, by the age of 24, she could not keep a pacifist. Her distaste of the Imperials led her to leave her Fallanassi allies and seek out a planet suitable to find allies. Maldra was close enough and fit the bill. For the past two years, she has spent her time learning languages to help her find others that might hate the Imperials. She currently lives alone in a desert cave protected by permanent illusions meant to emulate the Sijin legends, causing most to not bother her. In this two year span, she has saved the life of a Mandalorian woman, earning her hefty martial training and a contact within the Mandalorian Enclave.

@Lotrix Molick

So we have what Sep gave you. Then there's also the Mandalorian things. First and foremost, unless your character is willing to embrace Mandalorian culture wholly, she wouldn't be trained, as the Mandalorians like their way of life to be the way of life. Secondly, that's an awful lot of known languages for such a short span of time to learn. I also don't know that I can be OK with fluent Shyriiwook. For example, Elias has known how to understand it for years, but he's never attempted speaking it because outsiders/non-Wookies tend to butcher the language. I'm also not sure there will be two dialects of the Wookie language, but I won't make you remove it. Also, I can't say I'm OK with the Mando'a either.

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<Snipped quote by Sep>

Okay. So the Imperials swoop in and essentially take control of the police force, but what does that mean for the Law Keeper's status/position within Haven? Are they being used as retainers? Or, are the LKs still technically "the law" as long as they enforce what the Empire is pushing down their throats?

Kind of like: "Sure, you can all keep your jobs but you need to do what we say, when we say it..."

@Rawk

I think the idea is that, at least in Haven, when the Empire showed up, they took over everything. So the LKs likely wouldn't still be around anymore in Haven. On the rest of the planet? Oh hell yeah the LKs are still the law.

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Ceva

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^{Not being raised Mirialan, her tattoos are merely a way for her to not stand out amongst her species}
Species:
Miralian
Age:
30

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Force Sensitive: Yes (Though she’s not aware of that fact)
Equipment:

Col’Mosi DD-89 Heavy Blaster Pistol

Weight
3 lbs
Length
15 inches
Range
150m/50m
^{Standard/Overcharge}
Capacity
100/10
^{Standard/Overcharge}
Sight
CX-121-D ‘Third Eye’ Cybernetic Interface sight.

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Based off of the renowned DL-44 and built during the Clone Wars, the DD-89 was intended to arm insurrectionists on the colony moon of Zoska, an occupied Republic world deep in CIS space. Capable of downing a B2 in one hit, the DD-89 also had an ‘overcharge’ mode that would allow the user to defeat a Droideka with a couple of solid hits at the cost of extremely high power consumption and significant wear on the blasters internals.

Unfortunately for the Zoska Liberation Front, the weapons only managed to reach significant production at the wars end. Imperial forces took control of Zoska soon after and confiscated all stockpiled arms, but not before at least a thousand DD-89s were sold off-world.
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Ceva acquired the DD-89, and the custom vibroblade, as partial payment for her role in the capture of a smuggler how had attempted to double-cross her then employer.

^{Usually on her left hip.}
Custom Vibroblade
^{According to those that know, it was apparently made from the grip of an old lightsaber; that said the original inner workings are long gone.}
Scramble Key
^{Custom built}

Cybernetics

Neural Processor Hub Implant
^{Integrated into the left lobe of her brain}
Ocular HUD Overlay
^{Both eyes}
Haptic Feed Back Mesh
^{Both hands}
High-Speed Data Port
^{Base of skull, with retractable interface plug}

Skills:

• Slicer – Despite a lack of formal education, Ceva has knack for playing with computers. Before circumstances required her to leave, she’d developed a quiet but well regarded reputation.
• Acrobat – Growing up on the streets of Nar’Shaddaa she quickly learned ways to evade those that were larger than her, and how to slip through tight places for her own needs.
• Gunslinger – A blaster is the only thing you can truly count on. Ceva learned this young and took it to heart. Between her own skill and her cybernetics, her blaster is almost an extension of herself in a firefight.

Abilities:
{Force Sensitive} – Though she is unaware of her connection to the Force, it none the less underscores much of her other skills and abilities. She’s always been a little bit quicker on the draw, a bit faster to notice things, stuff like that; just enough to give her an edge.
{Off Hand Targeting} – Thanks to her implants and the sight on her blaster, she doesn’t always need to be able to see her target to hit it. Very useful for firing from cover, or in poor visibility.

Weaknesses:

• Egotistical - Thanks to that edge her Force Sensitive nature give her, she has a tendency to see herself as superior to those around her
• Sociopath – Living neck deep in the violence and crime-riddled cesspit that is Nar’Shaddaa, she has little regard for those that aren’t her.
• Greedy – To be safe you must have power, to get power you need credits; words her lives by.
• Addict – She’s picked up a couple of bad habits over the years; but in reality it’s amazing she’s got so few.
  
  
  • Slick
  • Ambrian Cheroots

Motivation: To get enough credits to get off Maldra and truly start over…and if there’s time, kill Glordo.

History:
Ceva grew up amid the decaying spires of Nar’Shaddaa, and Nar’Shaddaa is the type of place where you either grow up mean, or you don’t grow up at all. Fortunately, for Ceva at least, she was both mean and smart, so despite finding herself on her own as a child she managed to carve a living for herself out of the rubble.

From roaming with the near feral packs of orphans, urchins and other strays, she quickly found herself moving ‘up’ the criminal hierarchy of the city-moon, either as more powerful ‘bosses’ noticed her…or as she removed competition so they would.
Though she lacked any formal education a succession of bosses realized she was too sharp to be left as an illiterate hooligan, and so over the years, that defect was rectified. Though unaware of her Force Sensitive nature, it still underpinned her natural talents and made her a quick study in most anything she learned.

By her nineteenth birthday she was working for a mid-level Hutt named Rerdogis as an up and coming Lieutenant in his cartel. She ran several small but profitable smuggling operations for Rerdogis across the Outer Rim, offering her services to anyone how interested, as long as Rerdogis got his cut of the action.

That lasted for all of about eight years, before the operations, and the credits she’d personally built up from her own cut of things, all vanished during a bout of instability. During the confusion a rival of Rerdogis’ ambushed the Hutt while he was on his way to a meeting with several of his allies.

With Rerdogis dead, his rival Glordo the Hutt, began cleaning house and Ceva had to run with little more than what she had on her person. Taking passage on a freighter whose captain owed he a favour, she bounced around a bit before winding up on Maldra, once again almost completely broke. So far life on the backwater world has been rather uneventful…aside from being accosted on two separate occasions by a spiced out Twi’lek trying to serve her alimony papers of all things; she’s only been married once and that was under a fake ID…and her ‘husband’ is long dead, of that she is most certain.

@Athol

Minor nitpick of decent unimportance, your picture for the DD-89 isn't working currently. Other than that, I'll talk with Heat and Sep.

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Elias Joranis Ordo

“Why hello ladies. You need some help paying for those drinks?”

Name: Elias Joranis Ordo
Species: Human/Mandalorian
Age: 25
Appearance: Ruggedly handsome with a five o’clock shadow, crystal blue eyes and sweeping brown hair. He stands at 1.7 meters tall and weighs about 68kg. He typically wears tan pants, dark brown boots a dark red shirt and a lighter red jacket over it when he’s not in his armor.
Force Sensitive: N

Equipment:

• Beskar’gam

  
  Beskar’gam: While many Mandalorians wear the armor of those that came before, part of Elias’s proving of himself was to forge a suit of beskar’gam for himself, something that was neither quick nor easy. Having been forged from scratch, the armor takes on some of Elias’s personal preferences and is much more rounded than traditional Mandalorian armor. It’s helmet is outfitted with a full 360 degree viewing camera as well as infrared and magnetic sight modes and a built in long-range communications device. The left arm bears a wrist launcher and wrist mounted flamethrower.
• JT-12 Jetpack-A compact jetpack allowing for high amounts of mobility. It also features a MM9 Rocket System, which Elias only uses in emergencies, as he’s typically paid to get the shipment to a location in one piece.
• Wrist Mounted Weapons-Elias packs a single wrist launcher on his left wrist, which is armed with a rocket launcher, flame thrower, and dart launcher. He only uses knockout darts.
• Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols

  
  Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols-Elias always carries his twin Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols, no matter what he’s wearing. They’re heavily customized to allow for a quick draw and decent penetration, along with uncanny accuracy for dual wielding.
• Vibrosword

  
  Vibrosword-Elias picked up how to fight with a vibrosword long before Clan Ordo adopted him and it’s his weapon of choice for close quarters combat, especially when faced with a lightsaber. It’s core is black when activated.
• Various Equipment-On top of his stable pieces of gear, Elias carries a variety of other odds and ends in pouches on his belt, ranging from spare power packs, of which there are about twenty, to a couple of fragmentation grenades and cryoban grenades.
• XS Light Freighter

  
  XS Light Freighter-While this particular model of ship, which is called the Nightengale Eclipse, is considered highly outdated, the previous owner, a Kel-Dor who lived far longer than he should have, kept it in tip-top shape and upgraded it as needed, making it one of the fastest ships in the galaxy. Elias has kept it in top condition as well and it even has room for extra crew should he ever want it.

Skills:
Between being on the hyperspace lanes from a young age and being adopted into Clan Ordo of the Mandalorians, Elias has picked up a wealth of skills:

• Mandalorian Training: Since joining Clan Ordo, Elias has learned numerous forms of both hand-to-hand combat and ranged combat, along with advanced training in sword combat. He was no slouch before, but now he’s a lethal weapon, armed or not.
• Charismatic: Due to the nature of his original and current profession, Elias has learned how to speak with such a silver tongue, the people listening sometimes wonder if THEY’RE the ones lying or mistaken. It’s also helped pick up beautiful women and relieve the rich ones of their credits. All the same, this man can talk himself into and out of trouble in the same breath.
• Ace Pilot: Having been in space for so long, flying a ship is something this smuggler can do with their eyes closed. He’s survived firefights with Imperial Star Destroyers and outmaneuvered entire squadrons of TIE fighters.
• Quick Reflexes: Being a smuggler, sometimes negotiations go wrong. When this happens, it pays to be able to pull your own blaster faster than the other party and be able to find cover in a short time. Elias has mastered this to the point where he could probably do it in his sleep (not really but exaggeration is a smuggler’s tool).
• Luguist: Due to the nature of smuggling, he speaks and understands a number of different languages, but is still learning how to speak Mandalorian, so he's not the most fluent at it.
• Swordsman: Elias was taught by the old Kel-Dor to fight well with a sword, just so that he wouldn't be helpless if someone kept him from drawing his blasters. He actually enjoys it, unlike most other smugglers.

Abilities: N/A
Weaknesses:

• Overconfident: Due to a number of things, namely how successful he’s been as a smuggler, Elias is overconfident and approaches every situation like he’s already won..
• Core World Accent: Despite spending years in the Mid-Rim, Outer Rim and Hutt Space, when Elias talks, it’s not hard to know where he’s from thanks to his accent.
• Distrusting: Having been a smuggler since he was young, his capability to trust anyone who he doesn't know well is basically non-existent. The numerous double crosses he's had to deal with growing up hasn't helped any to fix this either.
• Inexperienced Leader: His whole life he has operated as a loner, except in the rare cases he’s had a partner. So finding himself in the position of leader of an Enclave on a planet outside his comfort zone is a big change that he’s going to have to rise to.

Motivation: Proving himself as a proper Mandalorian and leader.
History: Elias Joranis is the son of two no-name industrial workers on the planet of Coruscant, the famous “center of the galaxy”. What the people who advertise Coruscant as this wonderful place don’t tell everyone else is that if you live anywhere but near the top levels, life is hell. His parents worked long hours to and earned crap for money while their son was forced to live as a pickpocket and con artist to pick up the slack. However, he found that swindling the rich to provide for his family was not only fun, but it felt right. All the same, at age six, he felt a strange urge to find something more to do with his life, but his parents had no desire to help, content with where they were, a sentiment he could never agree with. And so he began to search for a way off Coruscant and into the wider galaxy.

He managed to achieve this dream at age eight with the help of a smuggler, a Kel-Dor named Zorn Horu,where he learned all the tricks of the trade, and learned how to understand Wookies, Jawas, argue with astromech droids who thought they knew better, and numerous other languages so he wouldn’t have to rely on a protocol droid for translation. By the time he was 16, Zorn had all but given ownership of the old XS Light Freighter, dubbed the Nightengale Eclipse, and helped the young man hone his natural skill for blaster pistols and piloting into things that would help him survive. However, about a month after his seventeenth birthday, an unhappy client put a bounty on Zorn’s head that a Drunk Dug came to collect on, claiming to need the credit payout to feed his Gambling Problem. The Dug had brought some hired help and though the pair escaped, it was without harm to them. Zorn had taken a shot to the gut and with his last words, passed on ownership of the Freighter to Elias.

The young man, heartbroken, buried the Kel-Dor on his homeworld before hitting the hyperspace lanes again, and for two years, buried his grief in jobs of all kinds, any drink he could afford, and every human and Twi’lek woman he could get his hands on. Before Zorn’s death, Elias had been sending chunks of his share of pay to his parents to help them improve their living conditions, though he had a hard time talking to them as they were still content on Coruscant, though they did have better jobs that were less likely to kill them now. But during that two year stint of grief over the loss of a man who had been more of a father to Elias than his blood father, he didn’t sent as much and they almost lost their home because of it. The young smuggler managed to snap back to reality shortly after his nineteenth birthday and three weeks later, met Eldor Ordo, a member of the Mandalorian Clan Ordo. He spent time speaking with the man at length, learning more about the Mandalorians and, after some internal debate a couple of drinks, he asked to join the clan. Eldor took him to the Clan Leader and spent the next six months preparing to join. He succeeded and has been a member of Clan Ordo since, proudly displaying the clan emblem on the shoulder of his jacket and the chest, shoulder, and vambraces of his armor.

However, since he’s joined Clan Ordo, he’s taken many jobs that have brought a lot of unwanted Imperial attention to the clan, specifically when he launched a spiced out Twi’lek he’d never met before trying to serve him alimony papers out of his airlock. So, the elders of Clan Ordo decided to put the young man in charge of the Mandalorian Enclave on Maldra. He only hopes it’s a challenge he can rise to, even after being there two years.

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And without further ado, I am Zarkun, one of your two GMs. I will be in charge of the Mandalorians for the duration of our RP. Welcome to the Lawless and Wild west of the SW universe!

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Alicia Harnick

Level: 3
Day/Time: Day Two
Location: Butter Building, Kirby's Dream Land
Interacting: King Dedede(?)@Holy Soldier
Mention: Frisk Dreemur@Guardian Angel Haruki, Cloud Strife@Holy Soldier, Wario@Holy Soldier, Waluigi@Holy Soldier, Banjo-Kazooie@Etherean Fire
Word Count: 305

The Doctrine of Passing came up as the bloated form of King Dedede turned to face them and didn't waver, the barrel of the auto rifle ready to unleash the entirety of it's clip on the penguin the moment he turned hostile. However, he instead choose to engage the group in conversation. Or something like it at least, as it was basically just the fat bastard talking before he collapsed. As he screamed for help, Alicia lined up her shot with his head, beginning to squeeze the trigger. However, before the first bullet could be fired, the shadow consumed the penguin. "Sonova-" Leaping back, she peppers the boss with auto rifle fire even as it sets its gaze upon the bear and bird.

Reloading after expending the magazine on the creature, she swaps out for her 4th Horseman shotgun as Frisk calls out for someone to help Banjo-Kazooie and the rest to engage the monster in front of them and attack the eye. "Iron!" The Ghost materializes and zooms over towards where the edge of the gravity enhancing effect is before scanning it. The effect took several seconds, with the Iron Companion shelled ghost looking over the data as it came in. It seemed to be some kind of elemental attack, which, as far as he could tell, had no way to cut the energy other than waiting it out and hoping it didn't kill the bear and bird duo or putting down the caster, which in this case was the evil monster in front of him and his Guardian.

"I can find no way to stop this short of putting that beast down." Grunting, the Striker Titan obliges the information, unloading all five shots from the heavy caliber shotgun into the monster's eye. She wasn't about to let anyone get killed on her watch.

Star Wars: Western Frontier

Good news. Nobody is trying to kill me, it's a bug not food poisoning

@Sep

I mean...are we sure someone didn't send it to you?