Survive, They Said
Name: Atin Tracinya
Alias(es): None
Allegiance: None
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Species: Human
Age: Mid-Twenties
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1"/185cm
Build: Lean
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin: Olive
Force Sensitive: Yes
Alias(es): None
Allegiance: None
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Species: Human
Age: Mid-Twenties
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1"/185cm
Build: Lean
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin: Olive
Force Sensitive: Yes
A Mandalorian, Atin lost his family to a hunt gone wrong while still a child. Taken as a slave by the Hutt gangsters who killed his parents, they saw in the Foundling a talented pit-fighter. Forced to fight on a near daily basis for the pleasure of the Hutts, Atin could only rely on himself, the skills he'd learned in the past, and his wits. Days became weeks, weeks months, and months years. If Atin had had the care to mark the passing of time with scratches on the walls of his cell, they'd have lost all meaning a long time ago. Merely evidence that he'd been there at all.
Atin's time in captivity wore away at his soul. So many dark days where the only light he saw were the suns overhead as he shoved a dagger between his opponents ribs or snapped their neck. A few brief moments of heat and warmth before being returned to his cage. But Atin was not alone. The cells fit two, after all, and Atin's bunkmate was an educated, rather clever Mirialan. Far smarter than anyone else held captive by the Hutts, the Mirialan was entirely out of place among the fighters and poor slaves. He always said he was there because his family had once crashed on the planet, and the Hutts had found them, sold them, used them. He was all that was left. Atin thought it was a bunch of bantha piss. More likely the Mirialan was a chaakar who was not as deft and sneaky as they'd thought. Whatever the truth was, he was there, working alongside the other slaves, serving the guests of the Hutts or completing other dirty, mundane tasks. Most days it seemed the Mirialan was the only reason Atin stayed sane over the years. The only reason he did not give in to despair. Because the Mirialan had a plan, or so he said.
But Atin was not one to waste time on hopes and dreams. Every moment was an opportunity. He could wallow in pity, or he could prepare for whatever came next. A trio of Trandoshans? A Rancor? Perhaps a captured Force User. He could not know. But nonetheless he would prepare, and fight, and give the Hutts what they wanted, maybe even die for them, for no other reason than he refused to die on his knees. And if, by some miracle of the Force, Ashla, or whatever else the many beings of the galaxy worshipped, the Mirialans plan came to be, he would be ready for that too.
As it would just so happen, the Mirialans plan did come to fruition. Just that it wasn't the kind of plan that Atin had expected. In the years that Atin had served as a slave, eventually becoming the Hutt's most valued fighter, the Mirialian had also risen. Not to such great heights, but enough so that he was often called upon to serve the great Hutt. One day, just as Atin had shoved a sword into the chest of yet another opponent, shouts and screams could be heard the Hutt's box, followed by blasterfire. The Mirialan had stabbed a guard, taken his blaster and killed the other two before burning a hole in the Hutt's forehead. With a single push of a button, the slaves collars were released, and the cages opened. The Mirialan flashed Atin a smile, tossed a blaster in the pit and disappeared.
Atin never saw him again.
Although he was no longer enslaved to the Hutt, Atin was no more free than he was before. The desert was an unforgiving master, and the suns beat down on him relentlessly. They would have succeeded where countless of fighters had failed and killed him were it not for a kind farmer who found and took him in. The first kindness Atin had known in what he'd learned to be seven years. To this day, Atin considers himself indebted to the farmer, his wife, and their young daughter who restored him to health, and helped him get to the nearest spaceport. He still sends them credits and stops by to check on them on rare occasion.
Having managed to charter passage off-world, trading his skills as 'security' for a smuggling vessel, Atin left Tatooine behind to travel the stars with the smugglers for a few years before leaving them too, taking on the role of a bounty hunter. Nowadays, Atin's time as a famed pit fighter is all but forgotten. Now, when they speak his name, it is the name of a relentless hunter, patient, tenacious.
Strengths and Weaknesses
+ Nothing Wasted: Waste not, want not. Atin does not spend his time and energy on things he views as pointless. If a plan goes to shit, time to adapt.
+ As Good As Your Word: If Atin promises to do something, he'll do it. Simple as that. Don't hold up your end of the bargain though, you'd better hope you've got some quality Mando repellant.
+ A Little Different: Atin is sometimes considered 'soft' by Mandalorian standards. Soft-spoken and unusually calm, it's been said his being taken as a Foundling was a mistake. Well, he'd like to see any of them last seven years in the Pit.
- Who Gives An Osik?: Atin can be rather apathetic. Perhaps a by product of all he's been through, but most of the time he can't really be bothered to care about whatever you're griping at him about. He's just there to do his job and go home.
- No PTO: What's a vacation? Atin sure as hell doesn't know. One job done, on to the next. He gets antsy when his fixer doesn't have another job lined up for him within a day or two.
-A Head Full of Nightmares: I don't think I need to explain this one to you.
Possessions
- Cybernetics
- Weapons
- Ranged Energy Weapons
- Ranged Kinetic Weapons
- Melee Weapons
- Others
- Armor/Apparel
- Modified Beskar'gam
- Kyr'bes Buy'ce Rulariyi Mandalorian Sunglasses
- Breshig War Forge Consolidated 'Shev'la Gteditr' Rocket Pack
- Priddy General Engineering and Manufacturing MAA-01 HjCBg
- Kayatr'Ade Forges Resa'geriuvr Crushgaunt, Cabur-type, Code of the Deathseeker configuration
- Equipment
- Vehicles
- Starships
- Nomad Brave, Light Freighter
- Speeders
- Starships
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