Drex malor
Character
DREX MALOR "the Unmourned"
Theme | |
Full Name | DREX MALOR |
Class(es) | Mandalorian |
Homeworld | Unkown |
Age | Possibly in his mid 20's |
Personality Traits | // |
Education Traits | // |
Lifestyle Traits | // |
Rank(s) | // |
Faction(s) | Mandalorians |
Species | Human |
Language(s) | -Mando'a -Ancient Mando'a -Basic -Binary |
Gender | Male |
Force Sensitive | No |
Force Alignment | // |
Character Alignment | // |
Height | 1.83m |
Weight | 60kg |
Hair | ravenblack |
Eyes | Poison green |
Playby | // |
Template Credit |
-
— Fragmented Chronicle of the Black Crystral (Expanded) —
They say he was born into a clan that did not seek glory.
It was an old Mandalorian clan, bound by oaths spoken so long ago that no one remembered who first swore them. The words were recited without reverence, obeyed without question. Among them was one oath never explained to the young:
The crystral was sealed, wrapped in layers of metal and silence. It was never forged into a blade. Never placed into a hilt. It was said to be waiting—for a voice not yet born, or a hand not yet worthy.
His upbringing was iron and tenderness interwoven.
His father raised him as Mandalorians always had: drills before dawn, armor before comfort, pain treated as instruction. He learned obedience, restraint, and how to move forward even when fear hollowed the chest.
But his mother sang.
She sang at night, quietly, as though the walls themselves might disapprove. Lullabies without creed or command. Songs about rest, about returning home, about being held when the world demanded endurance.
He did not understand then.
He would later.
When the night of fire came, there was no prophecy to warn them.
The sky burned.
The ground shook.
Orders collapsed into screams.
The clan fought not for victory, but for time.
His father found him amid the chaos. There was blood on his armor and certainty in his eyes. He pressed the Black Crystral into his son's hands. It was cold. Too heavy. As if it resisted being carried.
There was no farewell. Only command.
He did not escape cleanly.
At the edge of the ruins, a Mandalorian stood in his path — armored, sigil-less, unmoving. Their presence pressed against him like deep water. Force-sensitive. Rare. Feared.
Their gaze fell to the crystral.
The curse was not cast in anger.
It was spoken like a sentence being completed.
Words folded into his body, searing red markings beneath skin and muscle. Sigils of binding, of delay, of endurance beyond mercy.
He ran.
Days blurred into weeks. Weeks into years.
Across deserts where the sand stripped his armor raw. Across settlements that barely noticed him pass. His wounds healed poorly, slowly, never cleanly. Pain stayed. Fatigue lingered. Death never came when he hoped for it.
He wandered not in search of purpose — but in search of release.
It was the children who noticed first.
They did not see a curse.
They saw a figure who returned.
A Mandalorian who walked the same road again and again. Who never stayed, but never vanished. Villages along his path learned the rhythm of his arrival.
They left water at the edges of the settlement.
Food wrapped in cloth.
Bandages. Simple repairs.
The children were the boldest.
They tied small bells to his belt — scavenged trinkets, cracked metal, uneven tones.
The bells rang softly as he walked. A sound carried by wind and memory.
He never removed them.
When exhaustion bent him low, he drank what they gave. When hunger hollowed him, he accepted their food. He never spoke. But sometimes, in the quiet between steps, he hummed.
Fragments of lullabies.
The songs his mother sang.
The curse tightened when he did. As if resenting the reminder.
They say he still wanders.
A Mandalorian with scarred armor, red sigils etched beneath the plates, and bells that announce him before he is seen. He does not seek battle. He does not flee it. He walks as though waiting for something — a voice, a command, a release long overdue.
Some believe the one meant to claim the Black Crystral still lives.
Others believe the crystral itself is waiting to judge him.
— Faded Inscription, Found Near a Desert Road —
-
Strenghts:
-Keeps fighting no matter how tired
-
-
Weaknesses:
-Due to his curse, his body is worn down and weaker than normal
-Skinny, no real muscle mass anymore so less strenght
-No real protection against anything
-
ARC TITLE HERE
Brief Arc Description Here
Thread Title/Link | Thread Title/Link | Thread Title/Link | Thread Title/Link
ARC TITLE HERE
Brief Arc Description Here
Thread Title/Link | Thread Title/Link | Thread Title/Link | Thread Title/Link -
FAMILY
Name
DescriptionCharacter name/link or tagDescription about the relationshipCharacter name/link or tagDescription about the relationshipCharacter name/link or tagDescription about the relationshipCharacter name/link or tagDescription about the relationship
FRIENDS
Name
DescriptionCharacter name/link or tagDescription about the relationshipCharacter name/link or tagDescription about the relationshipCharacter name/link or tagDescription about the relationshipCharacter name/link or tagDescription about the relationship
ENEMIES
Name
DescriptionCharacter name/link or tagDescription about the relationshipCharacter name/link or tagDescription about the relationshipCharacter name/link or tagDescription about the relationshipCharacter name/link or tagDescription about the relationship
OTHER CONNECTIONS
Name
DescriptionCharacter name/link or tagDescription about the relationshipCharacter name/link or tagDescription about the relationshipCharacter name/link or tagDescription about the relationshipCharacter name/link or tagDescription about the relationship -
WEAPONS
Item Name
DescriptionA rusted vibrobladeA vibro blade, rusted that does not work anymore but can still sliceItem Name/Link HereItem DescriptionItem Name/Link HereItem DescriptionItem Name/Link HereItem Description
GEAR
Item Name
DescriptionRusted and teared down mando armorThe helmet does not work anymore and the Tvisor is broken down. The armor is rusted and provides not real protectionItem Name/Link HereItem DescriptionItem Name/Link HereItem DescriptionItem Name/Link HereItem Description