Jakkar Bralor
Nomadic Mando
NAME: Jakkar Bralor
FACTION: Mandolorian
RANK: Initiate
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 24
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'3"
WEIGHT: 230lbs
EYES: Hazel
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Nope
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES :
War-Ready: Raised by a lineage of Mandalorians, Jakkar knows the fighting trade well and is well versed in the way of personal combat.
Home Remedy: Out away from fancy hospitals you learn how to take care of yourself. From setting bones and stitching wounds to what plant brew helps what, Jakkar has a pretty steady hand.
Country Kin: Other Mandos and Bralor's especially consider his folk to be honorable, trustworthy, hard-working, and great in a fight, but less refined and educated. They're mostly right too.
Boisterous: He loves to drink and sing and fight as much as the Valkyri of Midvinter which leads to hangovers, fights, or other quarrels with those not of a similar mind.
Technologically Stunted: While able to use a computer and most other standard tech, don't expect him to be able to fix it. Advanced stuff gives him an equally advanced migraine. One caviate is personal weapons and armor systems as every mando knows theirs inside and out.
APPEARANCE: Pretty much the same as the pictures but with pants and boots more obviously worn.
BIOGRAPHY:
Jakkar of clan Bralor and his family have a small farm just a few dozen miles from the clan's root of Norg Bral, passed father to son since the Great Galactic War. A lineage that though long, is short on story. It wasn't that his ancestors didn't fight or never had their share of success, they were always simply part of the crowd, line-men, infantrymen, a pilot or two and proud of it, not one of the great warriors or Rally Masters. As such, they've lived more like settlers or woodsmen, answering the call of the Mandalor and then returning home with little to show.
Living a life much like any other country boy's, what some would call 'roughing it' or 'wilderness survival' he considers a fun weekend out and he passed his Verd'goten 'Without much fuss' as his granddad put it before handing the boy another cup of ale. Since that day he's spent much of his time helping out on the farm and around their small community of off-shoot Bralors. Shortly after his twentieth birthday he decided that marriage wasn't for him and to go out and see some of the world, and galaxy, and gain some experience before the next call of the Mandalor and set off on his own.
Before he left his grandfather gave him the family's beskar'gam to use and a few of the family weapons. Kissing his mum goodbye, he loaded up his speeder and set off to find his way in the world. Since then he's mostly gotten by on a few small jobs, never worrying about the future and enjoying life to its fullest.
SHIP: He prefers public transportation.
Equipment:
Heavy Blaster Pistol x2
KBR-04 Blaster Rifle x1
Armor (Until Personal is subbed)
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
A Mandalorian Barn Raising
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