FACTION: The Mandalorian Enclave
RANK: Verd
SPECIES: Human
AGE:36
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6ft 1in
WEIGHT: 210
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Dark Brown
SKIN: Cucanusian
FORCE SENSITIVE: no
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
Skilled rifleman and pistol
Freice fighter
Skilled in Mandalorian Core (Mandalorian martial art similar to Krav Maga)
Skilled bounty hunter
Underworld knowledge and contacts
Brutal but an honorable warrior
-Use of snuff
-Use of dirty tricks in combat to an extent
- can’t use the force
APPEARANCE: A tall average built and a well-toned man with medium-length dark brown, and an epic handlebar mustache, his face is scared, from the many brawls he has been in, he has three names tattooed on him the name of his father, mother, and Older Brother's name in mandoa. tattooed on face
BIOGRAPHY: Born on Nar Shadaa a member of Clan ROOK, the support itself almost exclusively by taking Bounty hunting and mercenary contract, Like most Mandalorian children his life was heard, being trained, in Mandalorian customs, and culture from birth he constant testing and brutal sparing matches and other trails, after passing his verd'goten, and becoming an adult member of the clan he went on to make a finally decent name for himself as a bounty hunter and mercenary. While the clan did have a moral honor code they abided by they did their best to let galactic politics get in the way of the jobs they took. One day when returning home after a useful/bounty hunter contract completion as arrived at the Clan compound to find them all slaughtered, his father still barely alive told him it was the Sith that did, and after decades of neutrality, the Sith attacked without warning. His father bid to seek the enclave and rebuilt the clan or join another, and take revenge on the Sith for this dishonorable act. Cor’tul swore a blood oath to that effect and seeing the the kyr'am rites of his slaughtered clan he got his ship and headed to the Enclave…
SHIP: Predator I
EQUIPMENT: Amor, Riffle, Pistol, Melee
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