Dilios
Space Spartan
Name: Dilios Na'gr Naskar
Alias: Spear of Mandalore
Species: Epicanthix / Firrerreo Hybrid
Sex: Male
Age: 30
Height: 1.98 meters (6'5")
Weight: 120.2 kg (265 lbs)
Hair: Black
Skin: Olive Tone ; Silver White Scars
Eyes: Golden Brown
Faction: Mandalorians
Force Sensitive: No
Spouse: [member=Myra'di] Ra'gr Naskar
Appearance:
Dilios is a bear of a man, standing some two meters tall and a solid one hundred twenty kilograms of well defined muscle. He has short cropped black hair and a course, close cut beard. His canine teeth are elongated, nearly fangs. His body boasts dozens of silver toned scars, knife wounds, shrapnel, blaster fire, all bearing witness to his military career; evidence of his Firrerreo lineage.
Ω~~Ω~~Ω Strengths Ω~~Ω~~Ω
Mental Bulwark-
While not as impressive as a full blood Epicanthix, Dilios' natural defenses and purely stubborn will leave him highly resistant to mental compulsions typical of Force manipulators.
Bestial Warrior-
The Firrerreo blood pulsing through his veins lends a fearsome aspect to Dilios. Sight reaching the Ultraviolet spectrum, keen hearing on par with the greatest predators of the animal kingdom, and most impressive of all, accelerated healing capabilities.
Soldier of the Old Ways-
Dilios is well versed in the most archaic forms of combat. Spear and Shield, Swords and Knives, Combat Archery. He prides himself on his martial prowess and welcomes any opportunity to better his already impressive skills. Although his combat favors Shield and Vibro-Lances.
Mando'ade-
As with any Mandalorian except a highly skilled, heavily armored combatant capable of meeting any foe with any weapon system at his disposal. Dilios is no slouch when it comes to modernized combat, blaster weapons, explosives, and advanced technologies are not only expected of a Mandalorian but required by their tenants.
Steel Shaper-
A gifted smith, Dilios excels before the forge. From armor to blades and even more intricate workings such as blasters and electronics, the man knows his way around a workshop. He hails from a long line of Beskar smiths and is deeply knowledgeable in shaping even the most difficult metals in the galaxy.
Ω~~Ω~~Ω Weaknesses Ω~~Ω~~Ω
My Heart Beats for Thee-
Either due to the tenants of the Mandalorian culture or the Firrerreo blood in his veins, Dilios is insanely protective of his wife. To insult her demands retribution. To assault her demands bloodshed. Regardless of his own well-being he will stop at nothing to defend his wife and her honor.
Tactless Man-
Guile has no place in Dilios' manner. He doesn't believe in falsehood or disception in any form. He is blunt and will speak his mind regardless of station or rank. So ingrained is this behavior that he won't even employ stealth tactics outside of hunting game animals.
Haunted-
A veteran of nearly a decade of constant warfare has left Dilios with his fair share of ghosts. He suffers from insomnia, often unwilling to sleep in order to avoid the memories of his fallen brethren. When left to his own devices he has a tendency to drink more than he aught, resulting in more barroom brawls then he is willing to admit to. Perhaps most damaging of all, haunted by fallen friends and the volatility of his Firrerreo heritage often leaves Dilios with an ill temper for outsiders that boarders on outright hostility.
Biography:
Ancient Times
60 BBY-44 BBY: The Mandalorian Civil War
In the year 58 BBY the Mandalorian civil war spilled out on the planet of Concord Dawn. When the Mand'alor, Jaster Mereel, sounded the call to arms, the True Mandalorians arose in answer. Among them, Hyperion Na'gr; The first "Spear of Mandalore", and Marius Naskar; "The Shield of the Faithful". Side by side, Hyperion and Marius, wage bloody war under the banner of the Mand'alor. Time and again the two fierce Firrerreo warriors pushed back against the Death Watch. Time and again these Mandalorian Supercommandos risked their own lives in defence of the other. By the year 41 BBY the pair returned home to Concord Dawn, war weary and scarred. A bond forged in the fires of war, brothers eternal, the Na'gr Naskar Allit was born.
Generations Past
Over time the men and woman of the Na'gr Naskar Allit spread across Concord Dawn, some joining new clans, others dying out as the warriors of the Mandalorian culture often do. Still for more than ten generations the core families of the Na'gr Naskar Allit have lived in relative peace at either end of a vast farming valley. At times these core families have been known to grow weary of one another, staging brief skirmishes against each other over foolish things like land rights. But as the fighting begins to escalate the Clan Elders teardown the fiery youthfuls with simple words.
"Remember Marius! Remember Hyperion! We are born of men of honor, not Death Watch savages. Settle this as true Mandalorians. Less you drag the whole of your Allit into bloody civil war over some spit of dirt."
While this settled most disputes it did not settle all. Those who still squabbled did so in duels or in brutal wrestling matches. By the next generation, the original argument was typically forgotten and cooperation and peace return in short order.
Recently new blood has flown in the veins of the Na'gr family, Epicanthix blood. As another family was drawn into the fold of the Na'gr Naskar Allit, marriages were made, children born, and the Firrerreo bloodline muddled by these new Epicanthix kin.
The Newest Generation
As a child Dilios Na'gr had everything a young Mandalorian could ever hope for. Vast expanses of field and forest to hunt and play and run and be, every bit, the happy youngster of a peaceful farming valley. That is, until he was eight. The Elders of the Na'gr Naskar Allit called for a gathering, one in which every clansmen and women across Concord Dawn flocked back to their ancient farm lands. It was during this gathering that young Dilios learned precisely what hatred was. Henceforth he knew what it was to have an arch enemy, a pure blood Firrerreo of the Naskar family. That stupid Firrerreo girl named Myra'di. Who, despite being younger than Dilios, was better at everything the children did. Foot races, games of hunter and prey, war waged with sticks and dirt clots. Everything! And he hated her for it all.
Over the next several years the clan gathered, the Elders doing the boring activities that Elders do; talking, planning, so on and so forth. All the while the children did as children do, games and races and contests. Every year his arch enemy made her appearance, besting him in every contest. Every year his hatred for her grow and grow. Until young Dilios could no longer restrain his temper. One day she walked alone in the woods beyond the gathering camp and Dilios followed, intent to start a fight away from the rules and prying eyes of the parents and Elders. When he caught up to her she stood waiting for him, the clumsy feet of a boy no match for the keen hearing of the Firrerreo. Dilios didn't have time to utter his challenge, didn't have time to react. Myra'di's superior speed took the boy by surprise as she landed a kiss and vanished into the woods.
Everything changed after that day. When the clan gathered and the children played it was Dilios fouling the feet of the others so Myra'di could win a race with ease. It was Myra'di taunting others from the sidelines that left Dilios undefeated in the wrestling sands. The two become inseparable. Even after the gatherings ended and families returned to their respective homes, Dilios and Myra'di would trek across days of fields and woodlands to hunt together, camp together and simply be together, alone.
Soon the boy became the young man. Dilios, now seventeen, experienced the most crushing moment of his young life. His annoying Firrerreo girl was stolen from him. The Jedi Order had come through Concord Dawn, drawing in force sensitive youths to be trained in their ways. Left alone and heartbroken, Dilios turned to the one Mandalorian tradition he had yet to fully embrace; War. Over the next eight years the young Mandalorian earned his family's most revered title, The Spear of Mandalore. Gained through what many would call his fearless attacks on enemy positions, and others would call suicidal charges. Battle hardened and deadened to the horrors of eight years of conflict Dilios returned home a cold and angry man.
A year later the Na'gr Naskar Allit gathered as they had so many times before. Clansmen and women from across Concord Dawn drawn to their ancient campsite in the heart of a peaceful farming valley. There, across the roaring bonfire, she stood. His first arch enemy. His first kiss. His annoying Firrerreo girl.
Something like hope kindled in his cold heart.
Myra'di.
Alias: Spear of Mandalore
Species: Epicanthix / Firrerreo Hybrid
Sex: Male
Age: 30
Height: 1.98 meters (6'5")
Weight: 120.2 kg (265 lbs)
Hair: Black
Skin: Olive Tone ; Silver White Scars
Eyes: Golden Brown
Faction: Mandalorians
Force Sensitive: No
Spouse: [member=Myra'di] Ra'gr Naskar
Appearance:
Dilios is a bear of a man, standing some two meters tall and a solid one hundred twenty kilograms of well defined muscle. He has short cropped black hair and a course, close cut beard. His canine teeth are elongated, nearly fangs. His body boasts dozens of silver toned scars, knife wounds, shrapnel, blaster fire, all bearing witness to his military career; evidence of his Firrerreo lineage.
Ω~~Ω~~Ω Strengths Ω~~Ω~~Ω
Mental Bulwark-
While not as impressive as a full blood Epicanthix, Dilios' natural defenses and purely stubborn will leave him highly resistant to mental compulsions typical of Force manipulators.
Bestial Warrior-
The Firrerreo blood pulsing through his veins lends a fearsome aspect to Dilios. Sight reaching the Ultraviolet spectrum, keen hearing on par with the greatest predators of the animal kingdom, and most impressive of all, accelerated healing capabilities.
Soldier of the Old Ways-
Dilios is well versed in the most archaic forms of combat. Spear and Shield, Swords and Knives, Combat Archery. He prides himself on his martial prowess and welcomes any opportunity to better his already impressive skills. Although his combat favors Shield and Vibro-Lances.
Mando'ade-
As with any Mandalorian except a highly skilled, heavily armored combatant capable of meeting any foe with any weapon system at his disposal. Dilios is no slouch when it comes to modernized combat, blaster weapons, explosives, and advanced technologies are not only expected of a Mandalorian but required by their tenants.
Steel Shaper-
A gifted smith, Dilios excels before the forge. From armor to blades and even more intricate workings such as blasters and electronics, the man knows his way around a workshop. He hails from a long line of Beskar smiths and is deeply knowledgeable in shaping even the most difficult metals in the galaxy.
Ω~~Ω~~Ω Weaknesses Ω~~Ω~~Ω
My Heart Beats for Thee-
Either due to the tenants of the Mandalorian culture or the Firrerreo blood in his veins, Dilios is insanely protective of his wife. To insult her demands retribution. To assault her demands bloodshed. Regardless of his own well-being he will stop at nothing to defend his wife and her honor.
Tactless Man-
Guile has no place in Dilios' manner. He doesn't believe in falsehood or disception in any form. He is blunt and will speak his mind regardless of station or rank. So ingrained is this behavior that he won't even employ stealth tactics outside of hunting game animals.
Haunted-
A veteran of nearly a decade of constant warfare has left Dilios with his fair share of ghosts. He suffers from insomnia, often unwilling to sleep in order to avoid the memories of his fallen brethren. When left to his own devices he has a tendency to drink more than he aught, resulting in more barroom brawls then he is willing to admit to. Perhaps most damaging of all, haunted by fallen friends and the volatility of his Firrerreo heritage often leaves Dilios with an ill temper for outsiders that boarders on outright hostility.
Biography:
Ancient Times
60 BBY-44 BBY: The Mandalorian Civil War
In the year 58 BBY the Mandalorian civil war spilled out on the planet of Concord Dawn. When the Mand'alor, Jaster Mereel, sounded the call to arms, the True Mandalorians arose in answer. Among them, Hyperion Na'gr; The first "Spear of Mandalore", and Marius Naskar; "The Shield of the Faithful". Side by side, Hyperion and Marius, wage bloody war under the banner of the Mand'alor. Time and again the two fierce Firrerreo warriors pushed back against the Death Watch. Time and again these Mandalorian Supercommandos risked their own lives in defence of the other. By the year 41 BBY the pair returned home to Concord Dawn, war weary and scarred. A bond forged in the fires of war, brothers eternal, the Na'gr Naskar Allit was born.
Generations Past
Over time the men and woman of the Na'gr Naskar Allit spread across Concord Dawn, some joining new clans, others dying out as the warriors of the Mandalorian culture often do. Still for more than ten generations the core families of the Na'gr Naskar Allit have lived in relative peace at either end of a vast farming valley. At times these core families have been known to grow weary of one another, staging brief skirmishes against each other over foolish things like land rights. But as the fighting begins to escalate the Clan Elders teardown the fiery youthfuls with simple words.
"Remember Marius! Remember Hyperion! We are born of men of honor, not Death Watch savages. Settle this as true Mandalorians. Less you drag the whole of your Allit into bloody civil war over some spit of dirt."
While this settled most disputes it did not settle all. Those who still squabbled did so in duels or in brutal wrestling matches. By the next generation, the original argument was typically forgotten and cooperation and peace return in short order.
Recently new blood has flown in the veins of the Na'gr family, Epicanthix blood. As another family was drawn into the fold of the Na'gr Naskar Allit, marriages were made, children born, and the Firrerreo bloodline muddled by these new Epicanthix kin.
The Newest Generation
As a child Dilios Na'gr had everything a young Mandalorian could ever hope for. Vast expanses of field and forest to hunt and play and run and be, every bit, the happy youngster of a peaceful farming valley. That is, until he was eight. The Elders of the Na'gr Naskar Allit called for a gathering, one in which every clansmen and women across Concord Dawn flocked back to their ancient farm lands. It was during this gathering that young Dilios learned precisely what hatred was. Henceforth he knew what it was to have an arch enemy, a pure blood Firrerreo of the Naskar family. That stupid Firrerreo girl named Myra'di. Who, despite being younger than Dilios, was better at everything the children did. Foot races, games of hunter and prey, war waged with sticks and dirt clots. Everything! And he hated her for it all.
Over the next several years the clan gathered, the Elders doing the boring activities that Elders do; talking, planning, so on and so forth. All the while the children did as children do, games and races and contests. Every year his arch enemy made her appearance, besting him in every contest. Every year his hatred for her grow and grow. Until young Dilios could no longer restrain his temper. One day she walked alone in the woods beyond the gathering camp and Dilios followed, intent to start a fight away from the rules and prying eyes of the parents and Elders. When he caught up to her she stood waiting for him, the clumsy feet of a boy no match for the keen hearing of the Firrerreo. Dilios didn't have time to utter his challenge, didn't have time to react. Myra'di's superior speed took the boy by surprise as she landed a kiss and vanished into the woods.
Everything changed after that day. When the clan gathered and the children played it was Dilios fouling the feet of the others so Myra'di could win a race with ease. It was Myra'di taunting others from the sidelines that left Dilios undefeated in the wrestling sands. The two become inseparable. Even after the gatherings ended and families returned to their respective homes, Dilios and Myra'di would trek across days of fields and woodlands to hunt together, camp together and simply be together, alone.
Soon the boy became the young man. Dilios, now seventeen, experienced the most crushing moment of his young life. His annoying Firrerreo girl was stolen from him. The Jedi Order had come through Concord Dawn, drawing in force sensitive youths to be trained in their ways. Left alone and heartbroken, Dilios turned to the one Mandalorian tradition he had yet to fully embrace; War. Over the next eight years the young Mandalorian earned his family's most revered title, The Spear of Mandalore. Gained through what many would call his fearless attacks on enemy positions, and others would call suicidal charges. Battle hardened and deadened to the horrors of eight years of conflict Dilios returned home a cold and angry man.
A year later the Na'gr Naskar Allit gathered as they had so many times before. Clansmen and women from across Concord Dawn drawn to their ancient campsite in the heart of a peaceful farming valley. There, across the roaring bonfire, she stood. His first arch enemy. His first kiss. His annoying Firrerreo girl.
Something like hope kindled in his cold heart.
Myra'di.
