Dred Malachore
Ne Shab'rud'ni - Don't mess with me
NAME: Dred Malachore
FACTION: Mandalorians
RANK: Initiate
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 31
Sex: Male
HEIGHT: 6'4
WEIGHT: 260 lbs
EYES: Dark
HAIR: Blonde
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Force dead
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+ Weapons master
+ Slicer
- Trusts people too easily
- Can be provoked into violence and has violent outbursts
- Gets distracted by women
APPEARANCE:
His beskar'gam is black with orange stripes. Hanging from the left side of his belt are 3 lightsabers as trophies from slain Jedi. A Brotherguard pistol is holstered in a drop leg holster on his right thigh and is equipped with a small bayonet and a laser sight. A beskad is sheathed across his back and his black bes'bev hangs from his belt on the right side. He also has a cape and Kama, the Kama being made of armorweave. Both are interchangeable. Strapped to his chest is the Fett Kal Trench Knife which provides protection from some force lightning. He also carries at least four force breaker grenades in his belt pouches at a time.
Pistol- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/25721-at-hbp1-brotherguard/
Trench Knife-http://starwarsrp.net/topic/23750-fett-kal-trench-knife/
Armor- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/32399-dreds-personal-armor/
Grenades- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/1234-forcebreaker-gas-grenade/
BIOGRAPHY:
Summary:
Full Bio:
SHIP:
Bes'uliik
http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Bes%27uliik
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Drinks with a drill sergeant
A Fallen Star
Just a normal night (ask)
FACTION: Mandalorians
RANK: Initiate
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 31
Sex: Male
HEIGHT: 6'4
WEIGHT: 260 lbs
EYES: Dark
HAIR: Blonde
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Force dead
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+ Weapons master
+ Slicer
- Trusts people too easily
- Can be provoked into violence and has violent outbursts
- Gets distracted by women
APPEARANCE:
His beskar'gam is black with orange stripes. Hanging from the left side of his belt are 3 lightsabers as trophies from slain Jedi. A Brotherguard pistol is holstered in a drop leg holster on his right thigh and is equipped with a small bayonet and a laser sight. A beskad is sheathed across his back and his black bes'bev hangs from his belt on the right side. He also has a cape and Kama, the Kama being made of armorweave. Both are interchangeable. Strapped to his chest is the Fett Kal Trench Knife which provides protection from some force lightning. He also carries at least four force breaker grenades in his belt pouches at a time.
Pistol- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/25721-at-hbp1-brotherguard/
Trench Knife-http://starwarsrp.net/topic/23750-fett-kal-trench-knife/
Armor- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/32399-dreds-personal-armor/
Grenades- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/1234-forcebreaker-gas-grenade/
BIOGRAPHY:
Summary:
Born on Mandalore, Dred was raised by your average mandalorian parents. He was taught how to shoot from a young age and also learned a great deal about technology. From the time he could wear it properly, he has gained experience with wearing a mando helmet so it doesn't disorient him. He has decided to try and make a name for himself in the galaxy, turning to bounty hunting at age 21. He has worked in this field since then.
Full Bio:
Mandalore
The Malachore home
0600 Standard Hours
Drip.. Drip.. Drip.. The incessant dripping of melting snow finally woke a young Dred up. The boy sat up in his bed, automatically changing into his Durosteel plates. Beskar wasn't cheap, even for a mando, and he wouldn't make armor out of it until he needed to. His current armor was good enough, for now. Sighing, the boy stood up and clipped his helmet to his belt. He had grown up wearing this helmet, learning how to use it, and making it a part of him.
Coming from the kitchen, the familiar sound of nuna eggs cooking drifted into his nostrils. He walked downstairs as floor boards creaked, seeing his father relaxing as his mother cooked breakfast. "Finally up? Meet you outside in two" his father said. He was a very to the point kind of man, and Dred went outside for a little early morning blade practice...
Trip Zip
Lower Levels
2300 hours
As Dred walked into the nightclub, he immediately saw the target. He was young, full of potential, and out of his league. The man was dealing spice in Black Sun territory, without asking. The penalty? Death. Dred hadn't done but a few bounty hunting jobs, but he was sure that this man deserved to die. Spice dealers did, so did the other scum of the galaxy. He strode up to the man confidently, letting his knife loose of it's sheath and plunging it into the unsuspecting man. He ripped it out calmly, wiping the blood off on the dying man's shirt before walking away. The faint sound of gurgling blood could be heard through his helmet's audio sensors, a man had to make a living somehow...
Nar Shadaa
A Cantina
2100 hours
Dred sat at the bar, two hilts dangling from his belt. They were the hilts of two jetii lightsabers, plucked from their cold dead hands. And now Dred would acquire another. A Jedi of padawan level was rumored to be in the area, and Dred decided that he could use another saber.
Then, he walked in. He wouldn't be able to sense the danger even if he was a master, for Dred is force dead. As the jetii scum sat down, Dred got up and pulled his pistol, aiming it straight between his eyes. Before the Jedi could react, his brain matter painted the wall behind him. Pity, he was just a boy. But sometimes the weak had to die. It's only natural..
The Malachore home
0600 Standard Hours
Drip.. Drip.. Drip.. The incessant dripping of melting snow finally woke a young Dred up. The boy sat up in his bed, automatically changing into his Durosteel plates. Beskar wasn't cheap, even for a mando, and he wouldn't make armor out of it until he needed to. His current armor was good enough, for now. Sighing, the boy stood up and clipped his helmet to his belt. He had grown up wearing this helmet, learning how to use it, and making it a part of him.
Coming from the kitchen, the familiar sound of nuna eggs cooking drifted into his nostrils. He walked downstairs as floor boards creaked, seeing his father relaxing as his mother cooked breakfast. "Finally up? Meet you outside in two" his father said. He was a very to the point kind of man, and Dred went outside for a little early morning blade practice...
Trip Zip
Lower Levels
2300 hours
As Dred walked into the nightclub, he immediately saw the target. He was young, full of potential, and out of his league. The man was dealing spice in Black Sun territory, without asking. The penalty? Death. Dred hadn't done but a few bounty hunting jobs, but he was sure that this man deserved to die. Spice dealers did, so did the other scum of the galaxy. He strode up to the man confidently, letting his knife loose of it's sheath and plunging it into the unsuspecting man. He ripped it out calmly, wiping the blood off on the dying man's shirt before walking away. The faint sound of gurgling blood could be heard through his helmet's audio sensors, a man had to make a living somehow...
Nar Shadaa
A Cantina
2100 hours
Dred sat at the bar, two hilts dangling from his belt. They were the hilts of two jetii lightsabers, plucked from their cold dead hands. And now Dred would acquire another. A Jedi of padawan level was rumored to be in the area, and Dred decided that he could use another saber.
Then, he walked in. He wouldn't be able to sense the danger even if he was a master, for Dred is force dead. As the jetii scum sat down, Dred got up and pulled his pistol, aiming it straight between his eyes. Before the Jedi could react, his brain matter painted the wall behind him. Pity, he was just a boy. But sometimes the weak had to die. It's only natural..
SHIP:
Bes'uliik
http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Bes%27uliik
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Drinks with a drill sergeant
A Fallen Star
Just a normal night (ask)
