Amadi the Bansihed
Failed hopes
The lines were drawn, the rites carried out. Many traveled far and wide across the tundra of Orenda, the stakes too sheer to ignore. Amadi, the last chieftan of the crumbling Ini-herit Clan, sought to claim Chief Sekhmet of the powerful Sarang clan as his wife by way of ritual combat. The rite, as old as the frost of the tundra plains, was clear: for a man to take a wife, he must first best her in combat, so that they may understand one another like no other. It was a bold move: not even powerful chieftans and warlords dared to invoke the rite against a chieftan so powerful, yet Amadi did, placing the final hopes of his clan in the fateful battle. Yet, as the drums began to beat and the ritual came to blows, fate decided that the Ini-herit Clan would fall to dust that day.
A dodge too fast, a strike too many, Amadi woke some hours later beaten and defeated. If fate was kind, his clan might survive another month before he could challenge another, but fate - true to trend - was not. As the clan fell to ruin, its elders enacted one final rite: for failing in his sacred duty, Amadi would take the mark of the exile, doomed never to walk among his own kin ever again. For a time, he did as the romans did: in the name of survival, he enacted raids on the legitimate clans, shoulder to shoulder with his new brothers and sisters by the mark. Yet this was not his life: a chieftain could not turn into a marauder, for a chieftain could not bear it.
Instead, just as fate would remain true to trend, so would the defeated chieftain. While fate would be cruel, the defeated chieftain would be bold and venture where few of his kin had gone before: to the great black above, to the stars.
"What a cruel life," he might reflect, "fate dealt me fortune and I drew tragedy. Beyond the veil of the great black, the only use for a Saorsa is war." But the mystics of Orenda already knew; they knew the day they held him in their arms as but a babe. Amadi - a rare name, bestowed to those who were destined to die at birth, but instead chose to defy fate. Who else could there be to defy the fate of the exile, if not the bearer of that name?
Species: [Saorsa].
Gender: ♂ Male.
Age: Thirty-two (32).
Homeworld: [Orenda].
Occupation: Freelance mercenary.
Force Sensitive: No.
Appearance: Amadi stands at a towering 6 feet and 5 inches, a whole foot over the average height for a Saorsi, with a dark complexion and a muscular, brutish build. His skin is covered in a colorful assortment of scars and oddities, collected over a life of war, marauding, and mercenary work. Four horns adorn his head, wrapping around his forehead and pressing out behind him. Midst his assortment of tribal paints and tattoos, one stands out the most: the mark of the exile, set firmly on the upper reaches of his right arm.
Physical Abnormalities: While otherwise fit and healthy, an aging injury sometimes strains Amadi when he attempts to lift his left arm far above his head.
Psychological Abnormalities: Although it should be noted that it isn't uncommon for a Saorsa Warrior, Amadi is prone to entering a rage in the high of a battle - or 'berserk', as many of his mercenary peers refer to it.
Personal Starship: Amadi owns a Kom'rk-class fighter/transport, which was traded to him shortly after the owner - a bounty hunter turned mandalorian warrior - disappeared in mysterious circumstances while chasing a bounty on Nar Shadda. It was partially modified by the previous owner and has mostly been left as it was since it came to Amadi.
The Saorsa are brutal fighters, beasts of strength and endurance that rend their foes apart with weapons discarded as 'primitive' by the rest of the galaxy. Those who lead their tribal banners, the warlords, do not rise on birthright or coin; it is them who embody the might of their warhost. Bearing the mark of the exile has not taken from Amadis skill at arms - if anything, it has served to augment it, despite the irony of a warlord without a warhost.
Flaw - Mark of the Exile
Once, Amadi commanded the last of his clan, seeking to save them from ruin; yet he failed in his sacred duty, where he was banished from ruins of his kin bearing the mark of the exile. Not all who wander are lost, but a man without a home is only half of a man, and a man without family is only half of that. Amadi bears the burden of his failure: leaving him with no family and few peers to rely on, while leaving him alone with his thoughts.
Forte - The Gifts of Elsewhere
Most Saorsa dare not leave their ancestral home, the bad taste in their mouth from their entrance to the galactic stage leading them to resent it. Yet Amadi had little choice and by taking to the stars, learned of gifts barely fathomable to his kin at home. Technology, information, advanced feats of armor and medicine - Amadi has grown to accept their gifts, unlike his kin who would shun them.
Flaw - Predator without Prey
From where Amadi once came, Saorsa are the apex predator of the planet, left alone to reap the spoils of their hunts; yet when cast aside to the broader galaxy, spoils are not so readily available and many would choose not to be prey. A herbivores meal, or even a trace of it, will leave Amadi ill for days; and in some sects of the galaxy, meat and dairy can be few and far between.