Dral Kar'taal
Character
NAME: Dral Kar'taal
FACTION: Mandalorian Empire
RANK: Master
SPECIES: Morellian
AGE: 35
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'3"
WEIGHT: 220
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Light Brown
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
Loyalties:
Aether Verd
and House Verd
STRENGTHS
Fiercely loyal to House Verd: Once he commits, it is absolute. He will carry the House's burdens as if they are his own, and he does not waver when loyalty becomes inconvenient or dangerous.
Uncanny strength and combat intelligence: Dral hits like a battering ram, but he does not fight like one. He reads angles, patterns, and intent fast, and he adapts mid-engagement with frightening efficiency.
Ice-calm under pressure: Explosions, betrayals, overwhelming odds, his pulse does not spike. That steadiness makes him a terrifying anchor in chaos, especially when everyone else is slipping.
WEAKNESSES
No formal healing training: He can stabilize by instinct and grit, but he cannot reliably mend what needs finesse. In the wrong moment, that gap costs time, blood, or someone he cannot afford to lose.
Running solo: Dral will disappear into the dark to "handle it" himself, often without warning. It is effective, but it frays coordination and leaves allies guessing where their strongest blade went.
Reckless self-sacrifice: He treats his life like a tool the House can spend. He will step into fire without hesitation, and one day that instinct will force the people he protects to choose between the mission and dragging him back from the edge.
BIOGRAPHY:
Dral Kar'taal had once worn the robes of a Jedi, sworn to the old Galactic Alliance and the ideals that came with it. Over time, those ideals began to feel like polished words laid over hard compromises, and the Order's distance from the people it claimed to protect left him hollowed out. Disillusionment did not arrive all at once; it built like pressure behind armor, until one day he simply stepped away and did not look back.
House Verd found him when he was untethered, still powerful, still burning, but finally honest about what he was. With them, duty had teeth. Loyalty meant standing in the doorway when the blasterfire came, not debating it afterward. Verd did not ask him to be perfect; they asked him to be present, to be true, to be family.
Friendship came fast, like a spark catching dry kindling, and it never softened into something casual. Dral learned freedom there, freedom to fight for people he could name, to choose his own code, to let the fire in him serve something real. From then on, he was not just allied with House Verd.
He was their protector, for all time.
FACTION: Mandalorian Empire
RANK: Master
SPECIES: Morellian
AGE: 35
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'3"
WEIGHT: 220
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Light Brown
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
Loyalties:
Aether Verd
and House VerdSTRENGTHS
Fiercely loyal to House Verd: Once he commits, it is absolute. He will carry the House's burdens as if they are his own, and he does not waver when loyalty becomes inconvenient or dangerous.
Uncanny strength and combat intelligence: Dral hits like a battering ram, but he does not fight like one. He reads angles, patterns, and intent fast, and he adapts mid-engagement with frightening efficiency.
Ice-calm under pressure: Explosions, betrayals, overwhelming odds, his pulse does not spike. That steadiness makes him a terrifying anchor in chaos, especially when everyone else is slipping.
WEAKNESSES
No formal healing training: He can stabilize by instinct and grit, but he cannot reliably mend what needs finesse. In the wrong moment, that gap costs time, blood, or someone he cannot afford to lose.
Running solo: Dral will disappear into the dark to "handle it" himself, often without warning. It is effective, but it frays coordination and leaves allies guessing where their strongest blade went.
Reckless self-sacrifice: He treats his life like a tool the House can spend. He will step into fire without hesitation, and one day that instinct will force the people he protects to choose between the mission and dragging him back from the edge.
BIOGRAPHY:
Dral Kar'taal had once worn the robes of a Jedi, sworn to the old Galactic Alliance and the ideals that came with it. Over time, those ideals began to feel like polished words laid over hard compromises, and the Order's distance from the people it claimed to protect left him hollowed out. Disillusionment did not arrive all at once; it built like pressure behind armor, until one day he simply stepped away and did not look back.
House Verd found him when he was untethered, still powerful, still burning, but finally honest about what he was. With them, duty had teeth. Loyalty meant standing in the doorway when the blasterfire came, not debating it afterward. Verd did not ask him to be perfect; they asked him to be present, to be true, to be family.
Friendship came fast, like a spark catching dry kindling, and it never softened into something casual. Dral learned freedom there, freedom to fight for people he could name, to choose his own code, to let the fire in him serve something real. From then on, he was not just allied with House Verd.
He was their protector, for all time.
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