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[SIZE=13.5pt]"Gar shuk meh kyrayc."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.5pt]Basic Information[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Name: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Alar Brokarra (AH-lar BROH-kah-rah)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Alias: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Al’ika[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Species: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Human[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Age: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Young Adult[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Height: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]1.62m[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Weight:[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]57kg[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Eye Color:[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]Brown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Hair Color:[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]Brown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Skin Pigmentation: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Brown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Force Sensitive: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Yes (Passively)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.5pt]Affiliations[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Clan Brokarra[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]House Verd[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Mandalorian Crusaders[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Mandalorian Empire[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.5pt]Kin[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Significant Other:[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]N/A[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Siblings:[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]N/A[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Offspring: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]N/A[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Extended Family:[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]Gheleon, Skorri[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.5pt]Strengths & Weaknesses[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]([/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]+[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]) [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Trauma Girl:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] A little behind the standards of modern medical techniques, Alar is nevertheless well versed in delivering effective (if rudimentary) trauma care on the frontlines. While she might not be a doctor, nor does she play one on holofilm, she makes up for her lack of formal training with a knack for quick, unconventional solutions and an impressive knowledge for alternative treatments.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]([/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]+[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]) [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]The Combat in Combat Medic:[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]Although the field of battle may have looked a little different than normal, Alar is no stranger when it comes to conflict, having been raised under the tenants of the Mandalorian tradition. She’s proven to be particularly adept with a bevii’ragir, the traditional Mandalorian hunting spear, and has recently started to get to grips with scatterguns.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]([/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]+[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]) [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Welcome to the Jungle:[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]Alar learnt bushcraft and survival skills in one of most inhospitable regions of the galaxy, having been born and raised in the untameable jungles of Onderon’s Demon Moon.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]([/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]-[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]) [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Bedside Manner: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Or lack thereof. Alar isn’t the warmest person you could hope to be treating your wounds, or indeed the warmest person in general, possessing an almost utilitarian sense of empathy. If you want her to stick you back together and get back into the fight, she’s your medic. Just don’t expect her to hold your hand while she does it. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]([/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]-[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt])[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]Headstrong:[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]The curse of the young, Alar is headstrong and impulsive to a fault. Once she’s set her mind to something, very little can dissuade her from seeing it through. In fact, all attempts to do so either fall upon deaf ears or serve as a sort of perverse encouragement, spurring her on as if to just prove them wrong.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]([/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]-[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt])[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]Behind the Times:[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]Having been cut off from the rest of the Galaxy for such an extended time, Clan Brokarra now finds itself completely outpaced by the myriad of technological advancements that have arisen in recent years. Alar is no different in that regard, lacking even the most basic, elementary technical skills, such as piloting a speeder or accessing the holonet.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]([/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]-[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt])[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]Say it in Broken Basic:[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]With understandably limited options for social interaction outside of her Mandalorian brethren, Alar never found the need to learn galactic basic until now. While she has a knack for mimicking the sounds the words make, comprehension is a different story entirely, being able to understand perhaps ten percent of any given conversation. And that’s being overly generous.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.5pt]Appearance[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Wearing a set of armour as mismatched as it is outdated, comprised of plates and components drawn from multiple sources, Alar stands with the hardened confidence of a warrior, belying her comparatively short stature and otherwise lithe build. The distinctive black warpaint she often sports only serves to underline this further. A series of ugly, ropey claw marks lurk beneath her armoured form, extending from her lower stomach to her outer left thigh. Far from badges of honour, they present a much more poignant reminder of past lessons learnt the embarrassingly hard way.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.5pt]Notable Possessions[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Armour: [/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Weaponry: [/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Property: [/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Miscellaneous:[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.5pt]Notable Skills[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Average [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]I[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] ] - Above Average [ [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]II[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]] - Proficient [ [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]III [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]] - Specialist [ [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]IV [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][ [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]III[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]] Medic[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] III[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]] Survivalist[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][ [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]III [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]] Fighter[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] -II[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]] Language Skills[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][ [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]II [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]] Marksmanship[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.5pt]Biography[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Su cuy’gar. Two words, four syllables. It sounds like nothing more than simple greeting on the surface of it all. One that could, and is, traded between reunited friends, comrades and family members across the galaxy, countless times over. It is only when it is translated into basic that you get true and telling insight into the Mandalorian culture. You’re still alive. For the Mandalorians unlucky enough to have survived being shipwrecked on Onderon’s Moon, those two words have become less of a greeting, more a general statement of surprise.
Divorced from the trappings of civilisation and modernity, it is the law of the jungle governs the wilds of Dxun. Survival of the fittest. Kill or be killed. Eat or be eaten. Finding themselves pitted in mortal combat against some of the fiercest creatures and most unforgiving elements, a full score of names joined the list of daily remembrance within the first few days alone, with many more following suit in the months and years that followed. In the face of such adversity and loss, it was only natural that the lines between families and clan became blurred over time, giving way to the rise of a single, united faction. One people. One banner. One name.
Clan Brokarra.
They say destiny is written in the stars themselves. Jate’kara. If Dxun was to be their fate, their doom, then Clan Brokarra would be the ones to fight against the chains that sought to bind them. To break the very stars themselves if need be.It was under this steadfast, relentless mentality that the next generation made their ascent into adulthood, being shaped and forged in the crucible of the Demon Moon. There are verd’gotenand then there are verd’goten.
Alar was no different in that respect. Barely a child when the vessel that brought them to Dxun crashed, she scarcely remembers a life outside of sprawling jungles and fangs lurking in the dark. For her it was simply home, ravenous beasts and all. It was under that leafy canopy she first learnt how to hunt and wield the bevii'ragir. What plants were best to tend wounds and mend flesh. What it meant to be a Mandalorian. Or at least, so she thought.
With the expanding territorial lines welcoming Dxun back into the fold, Alar found herself rudely thrust back into a galaxy she had long since left behind. Where they had only concerned herself with poultices and stitches, her fingers now fumble with technology the likes of which she never dreamt existed. Foreign and outlandish words offend her ears on a daily basis, sounding alien as they attempt to roll clumsily off her tongue. If that wasn’t enough, even her own so called culture appears strange to her mind, struggling to marry the ‘galactic’ Mandalorians with those she grew up with. Fortunately for her, her clan remains an ever constant fixture at her back. The jungle might have gotten a whole lot bigger, but at least she isn’t going to face it alone. [/SIZE]
