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NAME: Hiron Vizsla
ALLEGIANCE: Clan Vizsla of Rishi | House Vizsla | The Enclave
RANK: Blooded
SPECIES: Thyrsian
AGE: Mid-30s
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'0
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
THEME: [X] [X]
S T R E N G T H / W E A K N E S S
STRONG
ATHLETIC
FORCE
WOUNDED KNEE
LIGHT SENSITIVITY
MENTALISM
B I O G R A P H Y
I began my journey on Thyrsus.
Young days spend under the shield of trees and tradition. A father-hunter, a mother-shaman, the tribe my family, things were good. Pleasant. But the Galaxy has no time for pleasant things. An endless churn of fate harming and destroying what comes before its wheels. Maybe things were different in different times. This is the only time that I know of.
A Sith Empire running unchecked.
Jedi divided.
Some years of peace, when the protectors get their chit together, before it all goes to nether again. Over and over again. When I watched my village burn I felt anger, sure. Who wouldn't? I found Vizsla, guided by stories my nephew had shared. They took me in. Easily... maybe too easy. They taught me things, made me understand and now I do.
Anger towards the strong was an exercise in defeat.
Better to be furious at your own weakness and improve, until you were part of the strong. Then you made your own rules.
What else did they teach me?
Family. Loyalty.
That didn't mean I stuck around for a long time. Once [member="Rohak Vizsla"] was gone I decided to roll myself. See a bit of the Galaxy. Work. Get a name out for myself and understand what kind of man I can be. Hutt Space was profitable. Outer Rim a bit less. But a Galaxy intent on breaking anything coming across its cogs? It always needs another killer.
Turned out I was good at it.
Then the House called again. Reminding me that there were obligations that come with having a family. We will see. For now I figure I will check out what the old man wants. What this new war is about.
If there is profit?
Count me in.
Looking back at those words I wonder how I was ever that young.
Sure, fething adult and all, but all bluster and piss like I was an unblooded like the lot of 'em. I still enjoy a good pay-out. Who doesn't? And I don't really buy into most of the crap Ronan kept talking about. I doubt he believed in it himself. But for some reason or other I have people following me now. Looking to me for the right path. If that isn't the best joke of the century I don't know what is.
We didn't really split from House Vizsla. I couldn't do that to Tam. Neither where we interested to keep roaming from planet to planet onboard that great dark fleet between the stars however.
Roots.
That's what matters, isn't it?
My group settled on Rishi. Karking paradise, innit? Tropes, drinks, pirates and scum. Sure, the Confederacy was a pain in the arse, but now they were gone. Big arse bang and everything. Things were good. On the horizon the Enclave beckoned and... well. I don't have issues with other Mandalorians like Ronan did. They seem okay to me, if maybe a bit overzealous.
Then again, the Galaxy had taught the Mando'ade to be cautious.
All we can do is wait and see what they do, but I won't make the same mistakes he did. Especially knowing I might have to re-read these words again in ten years and sigh at my own inexperience. Let's do better this time. That's all we can do.
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