Driel Beroya
Ge'tal Kom'rk
NAME: Driel Beroya
FACTION: Mandalorian Empire, Mandalorian Knights
RANK: Initiate, Neutral
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 18
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'3"
WEIGHT: 120lbs
EYES: Blue.
HAIR: Chestnut brown.
SKIN: Caucasian.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
> Strengths:
=> Basic Form V (Shien & Djem So) saber combat
=> Rudimentary Lightsaber construction
=> Basic hand-to-hand (no formal disciplining, basically streetfighting)
=> Minor Force training, high Force aptitude
=> Adept sneak & pickpocket
=> High tolerance for pain
=> Fierce loyalty to those who earn her trust
=> Mistrusting instincts make her hard to dupe
> Weaknesses
=> Learned mistrust of most anybody, but specifically those who try to make use of her
==> Conversely, once her trust is won she can hold on too long or too blindly
=> Almost no education, functionally illiterate
=> Strong self-defensive instinct that often backfires or targets non-threats, often triggered by perceived slights
==> Gets her in over her head easily
=> Pride drives her to lie or conceal her abilities or inabilities, the more easily to not be taken advantage of
=> Little to no social skills
APPEARANCE: Most consider the '10 Scale' to be a crude and objectifying means of quantifying a woman's beauty, but most also consider it to be undeniably efficient. Driel, roughly speaking, is a 5. Her features are coarse and brutal, with heavy brows and a squint to her eyes. Her body, while fit and muscular, possesses little enticing or womanly quality, and her hair is cut short and buzzed against her scalp. Her mouth is a colorless slash, thin-lipped and set in a flat line, and her jaw juts forward just enough to give her a constant air of pugnacity.
Driel prefers to wear her armor. Over a faded black bodyglove of armorweave is a medium armor of unpainted durasteel plates - battered, but polished - in basic Crusader style. Driel added a black cross-sash and a crude kama of black. The helmet is unadorned similarly to the rest of the armor. The chest and back pieces are beskar.
BIOGRAPHY:
[begin recording]
:: What do you want me to say? You want my life story? Sure, why not, let's talk about the life of me. Born in a slum on ... um, well, somewhere. Coronialus found me, grabbed me, threw me in with all his other apprentices. We all learned fast, built our sabers, and never forgot to be afraid of him, just like he meant us to. I'd never call his methods gentle or ... hell, or even civilized, but he taught us up hard. Made us tough, y'know? I think he wanted a #2, but he sure as hell never wanted it to be me. He wanted somebody prettier, better fitted to look dramatic and important, but Coronialus knew I'd be a good piece of iron to sharpen up anybody else he brought in. Smart that way, I guess.
It all went to pieces, though. Aetrin, his big prospect, got cocky and started thinking he was ready to make the usual Sith move and overthrow his master. When he made his move, everybody went for their knives. Coron was furious; killed half of us himself.
I ran. I'd always hated life with those psychos. Coron made every effort he could to make sure we never grew to like each other. They all bought the hype, thought they were gonna get juiced on the Power of the Dark Side and join Coron in ruling people - ate up every single lie he fed us. It was pathetic. I never did, of course. I knew all along that only one of us was supposed to survive. I figured I'd learn as much as I could and then run when I sniffed trouble coming. I saw my shot and ran. Took everything I could carry. I was ... I dunno, sixteen? No, I think I had just turned fifteen - best I can tell, 'course.
Then, well, the vode found me. Hosha Beroya and her crew picked me up, took me in. Didn't treat me half bad, let me roll and hunt with them. After a while ... I dunno, it just felt right. The Resol'nare felt right. Felt like something I could actually respect, something worth playing by. Hosha ... vod, Hosha was a real momma about it. As soon as I said it, she offered to adopt me. It was ... I tell you what, it was the first good thing I think anybody ever did for me.
Um, well. Anyway. She set me up, gave me everything I needed and gave me this set-up to the Knights, and now here we are. What else do you want to know, anyway? ::
[end recording]
SHIP: None.
KILLS: None.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: None.
EQUIPMENT:
=> Her armor, which features a rudimentary HUD and comm system in the helmet, 25m of whipcord line on the left gauntlet, and an extendable vibroshiv in the right.
=> Her lightsaber, a crude but functional piece from her days with Coronialus. The 1m-long blade is red, the hilt is durasteel with a rubber grip.
=> A vibroknife on her belt.
=> A DE-10 blaster pistol
=> An E-11 blaster carbine
=> Two flashbang grenades and two frag grenades
=> Various belt pouches
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Hone the Edge - in which Driel joins the Mandalorian Crusade, and is trained by the Templar Krest.
Hear Me Roar (ME Dominion of Cademimu Hex) - in which Driel is Blooded, and earns her first trophy: an Imperial Knight's lightsaber.
FACTION: Mandalorian Empire, Mandalorian Knights
RANK: Initiate, Neutral
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 18
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'3"
WEIGHT: 120lbs
EYES: Blue.
HAIR: Chestnut brown.
SKIN: Caucasian.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
> Strengths:
=> Basic Form V (Shien & Djem So) saber combat
=> Rudimentary Lightsaber construction
=> Basic hand-to-hand (no formal disciplining, basically streetfighting)
=> Minor Force training, high Force aptitude
=> Adept sneak & pickpocket
=> High tolerance for pain
=> Fierce loyalty to those who earn her trust
=> Mistrusting instincts make her hard to dupe
> Weaknesses
=> Learned mistrust of most anybody, but specifically those who try to make use of her
==> Conversely, once her trust is won she can hold on too long or too blindly
=> Almost no education, functionally illiterate
=> Strong self-defensive instinct that often backfires or targets non-threats, often triggered by perceived slights
==> Gets her in over her head easily
=> Pride drives her to lie or conceal her abilities or inabilities, the more easily to not be taken advantage of
=> Little to no social skills
APPEARANCE: Most consider the '10 Scale' to be a crude and objectifying means of quantifying a woman's beauty, but most also consider it to be undeniably efficient. Driel, roughly speaking, is a 5. Her features are coarse and brutal, with heavy brows and a squint to her eyes. Her body, while fit and muscular, possesses little enticing or womanly quality, and her hair is cut short and buzzed against her scalp. Her mouth is a colorless slash, thin-lipped and set in a flat line, and her jaw juts forward just enough to give her a constant air of pugnacity.
Driel prefers to wear her armor. Over a faded black bodyglove of armorweave is a medium armor of unpainted durasteel plates - battered, but polished - in basic Crusader style. Driel added a black cross-sash and a crude kama of black. The helmet is unadorned similarly to the rest of the armor. The chest and back pieces are beskar.
BIOGRAPHY:
[begin recording]
:: What do you want me to say? You want my life story? Sure, why not, let's talk about the life of me. Born in a slum on ... um, well, somewhere. Coronialus found me, grabbed me, threw me in with all his other apprentices. We all learned fast, built our sabers, and never forgot to be afraid of him, just like he meant us to. I'd never call his methods gentle or ... hell, or even civilized, but he taught us up hard. Made us tough, y'know? I think he wanted a #2, but he sure as hell never wanted it to be me. He wanted somebody prettier, better fitted to look dramatic and important, but Coronialus knew I'd be a good piece of iron to sharpen up anybody else he brought in. Smart that way, I guess.
It all went to pieces, though. Aetrin, his big prospect, got cocky and started thinking he was ready to make the usual Sith move and overthrow his master. When he made his move, everybody went for their knives. Coron was furious; killed half of us himself.
I ran. I'd always hated life with those psychos. Coron made every effort he could to make sure we never grew to like each other. They all bought the hype, thought they were gonna get juiced on the Power of the Dark Side and join Coron in ruling people - ate up every single lie he fed us. It was pathetic. I never did, of course. I knew all along that only one of us was supposed to survive. I figured I'd learn as much as I could and then run when I sniffed trouble coming. I saw my shot and ran. Took everything I could carry. I was ... I dunno, sixteen? No, I think I had just turned fifteen - best I can tell, 'course.
Then, well, the vode found me. Hosha Beroya and her crew picked me up, took me in. Didn't treat me half bad, let me roll and hunt with them. After a while ... I dunno, it just felt right. The Resol'nare felt right. Felt like something I could actually respect, something worth playing by. Hosha ... vod, Hosha was a real momma about it. As soon as I said it, she offered to adopt me. It was ... I tell you what, it was the first good thing I think anybody ever did for me.
Um, well. Anyway. She set me up, gave me everything I needed and gave me this set-up to the Knights, and now here we are. What else do you want to know, anyway? ::
[end recording]
SHIP: None.
KILLS: None.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: None.
EQUIPMENT:
=> Her armor, which features a rudimentary HUD and comm system in the helmet, 25m of whipcord line on the left gauntlet, and an extendable vibroshiv in the right.
=> Her lightsaber, a crude but functional piece from her days with Coronialus. The 1m-long blade is red, the hilt is durasteel with a rubber grip.
=> A vibroknife on her belt.
=> A DE-10 blaster pistol
=> An E-11 blaster carbine
=> Two flashbang grenades and two frag grenades
=> Various belt pouches
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Hone the Edge - in which Driel joins the Mandalorian Crusade, and is trained by the Templar Krest.
Hear Me Roar (ME Dominion of Cademimu Hex) - in which Driel is Blooded, and earns her first trophy: an Imperial Knight's lightsaber.
