Drallinix
Character
Name: Drallinix
Faction: Mandalorian Clans
Rank: none
Species: Epicanthrix
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight: 215 lbs
Eyes: Grey. Drall is colorblind, he was born this way, everything he sees is greyscale. He was born with almost no cones in his eyes, the result of this is a slate grey appearance and his inability to see color. This does have a silver lining, he tracks motion almost preternaturally well.
Hair: Black with white highlights, he wears it shaved on one side with it laying down on the right side. His hair comes down to about his nose.
Skin: Tan with numerous scars from training and battle. Some basic acme scars on his face from teenage years.
Force Sensitive: no.
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Strength and Weaknesses:
- strength- Intelligent and intuitive, he notices things most people do not and thinks outside the box. He is amazing at reading people and their emotions.
-weakness- Sociopath, Drall is almost completely unable to feel emotion. He can emulate this quite well, but is actually unable to feel them generally and must work to hide this.
-weakness- Impulsive, like most teenagers Drall can be impulsive. Whether this means he chooses to get into a fist fight or suddenly gets the urge to cut someone's throat, this can be detrimental at crucial times.
Appearance: Drall uses Ori'Ramikade EukGar'Gam armor. This armor looks like a basic vest of nanoweave covered completely in mandalorian steel plates. These plates are painted a light gold color like that of a lion's fur. This continues down into leg armor fashioned in the same style. His boots have armored plates that move down into clawlike designs over the toes. These are sharpened and can be used for climbing and kicking. His arms are durasteel augmentations and are chrome and gold. generally he wears a helmet the same gold coloration as his armor except for XXVII painted in gold on the right cheek.
Gear:
Ori'Ramikade armor
2 Grahala'shok heavy pistol.
Bio: Drall was born, orphaned, and then adopted and raised as a mandalorian by his adoptive "mother". She was a bounty hunter and taught him almost everything he knows about combat. One day she took the wrong mark, Drall was around 15 and as they attempted to take off from some backwater planet a bomb on their ship went off. Drall remarkably wasn't killed, he was severely burned and felt more pain than he thought was possible, however as he lay on the ground he had to watch something more scarring than even his wounds. His mother lay around 15 feet from him, a piece of the ship lodged in her throat as shrapnel and her body burned to the point it was almost unrecognizable. As he slowly sunk into unconsciousness he saw her bleed out and die.
Drall awoke two weeks later, he came out of a haze of painkillers and anesthesia. The skin grafts he received were successful. However he noticed something strange about his arms, a subtle feeling, but nothing he could figure out. He attempted to lift them only to find he was in restraints on the table. Drall immediately paniced, but was unable to get out of the restraints and it was around then a doctor walked in. She explained the accident and what had happened to him. Drall attempted to speak, but all that came out was a rough rasp, the smoke had caused some damage and she explained it may be a while before he could speak well again. Finally she undid one of his arm restraints and told him to move slowly and to remain very calm.
As Drall lifted his arm he could tell something was off, the arm seemed both more and less responsive than normal, but it wasn't until he looked that it hit him. This wasn't his arm, well it was, but it was not. This was a piece of machinery, made from quality materials and with a white appearance. However, none of that would register until later. The only thing Drall thought immediately was panic and "MY ARM IS GONE!". Attempting to scream, Drall fought against his other restraints only to have three doctors hold him down while the one from earlier hit him with another shot of anesthetic and finally put him out. When he awoke some time later he was fully restrained once again and the doctor was sitting and waiting. This time he reacted less violently, but he had no urge to weep. He felt no pain, no sadness, no loss, he felt empty. As time went on he went through rehab and learned to use the arms as well as his last. Finally, after a year he was released, he had nowhere to go and no one to turn to, so he did the one thing he knew how, he fought. Drall bought a blaster rifle and jumped on the first merc ship that would take him, eventually finding Mandos who knew his mother. They helped him back on his feet and let him join their crew for a time.
Eventually Drall split and met a man he knows only as Bloodshot. Generally Drall calls him Blood for short, and he tends to follow the older man's advice. They have a very tentative partnership that sometimes borders on friendship, or the closest thing either of them can come to it.
Ship: Rekalli class Superiority fighter
Kills: None
Bounties: None
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Roleplays: None
Faction: Mandalorian Clans
Rank: none
Species: Epicanthrix
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight: 215 lbs
Eyes: Grey. Drall is colorblind, he was born this way, everything he sees is greyscale. He was born with almost no cones in his eyes, the result of this is a slate grey appearance and his inability to see color. This does have a silver lining, he tracks motion almost preternaturally well.
Hair: Black with white highlights, he wears it shaved on one side with it laying down on the right side. His hair comes down to about his nose.
Skin: Tan with numerous scars from training and battle. Some basic acme scars on his face from teenage years.
Force Sensitive: no.
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Strength and Weaknesses:
- strength- Intelligent and intuitive, he notices things most people do not and thinks outside the box. He is amazing at reading people and their emotions.
-weakness- Sociopath, Drall is almost completely unable to feel emotion. He can emulate this quite well, but is actually unable to feel them generally and must work to hide this.
-weakness- Impulsive, like most teenagers Drall can be impulsive. Whether this means he chooses to get into a fist fight or suddenly gets the urge to cut someone's throat, this can be detrimental at crucial times.
Appearance: Drall uses Ori'Ramikade EukGar'Gam armor. This armor looks like a basic vest of nanoweave covered completely in mandalorian steel plates. These plates are painted a light gold color like that of a lion's fur. This continues down into leg armor fashioned in the same style. His boots have armored plates that move down into clawlike designs over the toes. These are sharpened and can be used for climbing and kicking. His arms are durasteel augmentations and are chrome and gold. generally he wears a helmet the same gold coloration as his armor except for XXVII painted in gold on the right cheek.
Gear:
Ori'Ramikade armor
2 Grahala'shok heavy pistol.
Bio: Drall was born, orphaned, and then adopted and raised as a mandalorian by his adoptive "mother". She was a bounty hunter and taught him almost everything he knows about combat. One day she took the wrong mark, Drall was around 15 and as they attempted to take off from some backwater planet a bomb on their ship went off. Drall remarkably wasn't killed, he was severely burned and felt more pain than he thought was possible, however as he lay on the ground he had to watch something more scarring than even his wounds. His mother lay around 15 feet from him, a piece of the ship lodged in her throat as shrapnel and her body burned to the point it was almost unrecognizable. As he slowly sunk into unconsciousness he saw her bleed out and die.
Drall awoke two weeks later, he came out of a haze of painkillers and anesthesia. The skin grafts he received were successful. However he noticed something strange about his arms, a subtle feeling, but nothing he could figure out. He attempted to lift them only to find he was in restraints on the table. Drall immediately paniced, but was unable to get out of the restraints and it was around then a doctor walked in. She explained the accident and what had happened to him. Drall attempted to speak, but all that came out was a rough rasp, the smoke had caused some damage and she explained it may be a while before he could speak well again. Finally she undid one of his arm restraints and told him to move slowly and to remain very calm.
As Drall lifted his arm he could tell something was off, the arm seemed both more and less responsive than normal, but it wasn't until he looked that it hit him. This wasn't his arm, well it was, but it was not. This was a piece of machinery, made from quality materials and with a white appearance. However, none of that would register until later. The only thing Drall thought immediately was panic and "MY ARM IS GONE!". Attempting to scream, Drall fought against his other restraints only to have three doctors hold him down while the one from earlier hit him with another shot of anesthetic and finally put him out. When he awoke some time later he was fully restrained once again and the doctor was sitting and waiting. This time he reacted less violently, but he had no urge to weep. He felt no pain, no sadness, no loss, he felt empty. As time went on he went through rehab and learned to use the arms as well as his last. Finally, after a year he was released, he had nowhere to go and no one to turn to, so he did the one thing he knew how, he fought. Drall bought a blaster rifle and jumped on the first merc ship that would take him, eventually finding Mandos who knew his mother. They helped him back on his feet and let him join their crew for a time.
Eventually Drall split and met a man he knows only as Bloodshot. Generally Drall calls him Blood for short, and he tends to follow the older man's advice. They have a very tentative partnership that sometimes borders on friendship, or the closest thing either of them can come to it.
Ship: Rekalli class Superiority fighter
Kills: None
Bounties: None
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Roleplays: None