Character Brêac

[Brêac]

Broken in Clan.
Broken in Mind.

______________________________________________GENERAL INFORMATION
Name: Brêac
Titles: The Clanless
Age: Not Stated
Homeworld: Again, Not stated
Citizenship: None
Affiliation: No Indication Given
Occupation: Bounty Hunter / Mercenary
Force Sensitive: Not Evident
Force Alignment: None
_____________________________________________FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS
Father: Status Unreported
Mother: Status Unreported
Siblings: Status Unreported
Extended Family: Status Unreported
Others: Unknown
_____________________________________________PHYSICAL INFORMATION
Species: Human (Believed)
Gender: Male (Assumed)
Height: 6’1
Weight: 182lbs
Build: Muscular Athlete
Complexion: Sun-kissed
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Modifications: None
Description:
Brêac, is considered a handsome man for those who do see his face. He is built strong, yet carries more lithe muscle then stock. He is known not by his looks however, but by his armour. A beaten and almost mismatched set that shows the wear and tear of many years living rough and away in his exiled existence.


___________________________________________STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES

• Warrior Stock: Born a warrior, always a Warrior. From his youth the Clanless one was set on the path of professional soldier. Capable of handling himself in combat situations that would prove a challenge to most as well as proficiency in many different styles of weaponry and combat methods, moving into his later life as a Gladiator slave these skills were honed into a fine tuned ability of dealing out death and murder beyond many others understanding.
• Wilderness: Brêac has proven himself a skilled scout and frontier-man. Able to live off the grid for months or even years it is hard to keep him stuck in one place or even within set establishments. He knows how to disappear, how to track and live off the land with minimal disturbance to his everyday life.
• The Man with the Silver Helm: Where most hired guns and mercenaries carry around armour and arms from several sources, he has a beaten and re-patched set of Mandalorian Armour that has been put together over the years. While used once for show by his Gladiatorial masters to attract crowds for the ‘Mandalorian’, it is now a fully working extension of his trade. While not as completely protective as other sets out there it has allowed him to live through several engagements that would have otherwise killed a lesser mercenary and also houses his advanced arsenal and gear that allows him to give out the firepower necessary for any task given to him.
• Gladiatorial Past: There are many worlds that still allow slave pit fights to be held upon them, and fortunately for this mercenary they are the worlds he tends to be able to operate upon. Many still remember the track record of the ‘Mandalorian’, a young man who grew up literally fighting beasts and rough fighters until he eventually managed to kill his way to freedom. On these planets this background has allowed him to use his status as an established means of interrogation with few holding the will to face his methods. It has also given him a tendency to stand against foes that would break a lesser mercenary, after all what is a group of hired guns compared to a cybernetic Rancor-bull juiced up on Blue Spice?
• Loner: It’s not easy being mean. For as long as he can remember he has known nothing but the underside of the galaxy and unsurprisingly it has made him a bitter and distant person. You ask for a story and you get a word, confirmation and you get a nod, last words and you get a blaster bolt to the face. It is hard for him to accept help or trust anybody let alone blend in entirely with society.
• Old Wound: Once he was made to fight a pair of Noghri Assassins. A fight that was meant to end him but instead ended with purple blood spilled across an arena and a leering crowd that had just lost a lot of money. It also put a deep wound in his right shoulder, one that while physically looks healed has always given him trouble. In times of rest he gets a case of ‘shaky’ hand thanks to the nerve damage that was never fixed with Bacta and occasionally during a fight he can clearly be seen favouring his other arm due to pain flowing from his injury.
• Nomad: The armour on his back and a ship to call home, these are the things he can call his own and not much else. With no true power base or influence beyond the end of his blaster there is little he can do about the wider galaxy, nor does he truly care. However the life of a travelling hire-gun is a hard one, a life that can swallow you up without warning.

_________________________________________BACKGROUND INFORMATION
The Child.
Breac was born as a number. The same as his kin. In tubes and glass wombs he was bred to fight and die for a father who he would never see or know. A childhood of lessons and pain, taught to make him the best he could be. It was a time he chose to forget, for the people he served, they lasted not much longer then his first few years. Without their guidance or their safety he was at the whims of those who came after...and eventually found himself like many of the others sold on for entertainment.

The Gladiator.
Brêac became a Gladiator who was marketed as, The Mandalorian. It was a false claim made by his captors to claim more fan-fare and credits, yet a role he would manage to play. Continually thrown against increasingly dangerous competition he made himself fame while his owner gathered a large fortune in credits. He was no longer the young man that had been sold off, the pits had turned him into a fighting machine, a worker of death and gave him a cruel outlook on life. His gladiatorial career came to a bloody end with a sudden crack of his master’s neck at the hands of a Crimson Dawn executioner that had clearly deemed his debts unplayable leaving Brêac and his other ‘purchases’ free to escape their captivity without risk of punishment.

The Hired Gun
Now Brêac travels the galaxy selling his talent wherever the credits are. Plying his trade for death, protection and anything else of note for as many credits as he can ask for. Every job completed, every contract accepted adding to his story and reputation in an ever increasingly violent galaxy where the need for people like him exists.

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_____________________________________________BOUNTIES COLLECTED
No Bounties Collected as of now.

__________________________________________________NOTABLE KILLS
No Kills established as of now.