Character
Janous Ryss
Age: 45
Species: (Human) Robot
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Height 8ft
Weight 600 pounds
Force Sensitive: No
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Pride dominants Janous, some of it warranted. He had been a decent fighter, a lifetime of war enhancing it to a lethal edge. Feeling himself above his mercenary kin, for in his eyes, he stayed true to their home world, fighting for its continued independence or in its many wars, no matter the ruling philosophy. His dedication to duty and honor was his second most prominent trait, but dulled by every decade of war and shattered by his cybernetic salvation. Now replaced by intense nihilism. Only a shred of honor is kept intact by his own self-importance and past oaths. He drags along now more ghosts than man, fighting for duty that got him killed once. He struggles to not simply do as he wishes and abandoned it all. Seeking more than anything to feel alive again.
STRENGTHS
Veteran:
Fighting for decades of his life has gained him skills only war can bring. Vibro blade or blaster, forest or ship corridor, he's fought in it likely once in the endless wars in the name of Mandalore.
More metal then man:
Despite his disdain of his new body, its effectiveness is clear. Far enhanced strength, speed, durability. With flesh made of beskar and bones made of condensed-matter composite, it's as durable as his old armor and ship that was used to make it. Though new to his new form, it was made for war.
WEAKNESSES
Ion
Now, with wires instead of veins, he is weak to what droids are to his ever greater annoyance. While reduced with the installed Faraday cage, Ion weapons and electrical attacks can damage his body and leave him potentially shut down and stuck on life support, frozen as his metal frame focuses on keeping his brain functioning.
Unfamiliarity
His body is new to him, and he has to figure out everything again. Everything feels wrong if he can even feel it. With a different height, grip, weapons, speed, strength, even grip and sight, he has to, in some ways, relearn everything, and while aware on paper what his armor can take, he cannot be sure.
HISTORY
Janous belonged to the small clan of Ryss with the expected marital upbringing. While lacking in size and wealth, it was still Madalorian, and many would pay for a skilled mercenary or hunter simply for the name. Janous, however, upon reaching maturity, made an oath of blood in pride he would later come to regret. He swore he wouldn't sell his loyalty, only Madalore was worthy of it. And he would fight for it no matter who ruled it. Such would be his fate for the remainder of his life. He served every new state, joined every new resistance to foreign occupation, fought in its countless crusades. Freedom fighter to crusader, he spent decades in service to Madalore no matter what their philosophy was, only that they held the world. By the third regime change, he had lost his idealism. By the sixth, he often cursed his own damned oath, but he spent most of his life on it and intended to see it through to his death, which it did lead to.
As the Neo-Crusader state was failing due to the Planeshift Calamity, in one of its last wars, as the fleet had mostly already pulled out, his ship was blown out of the sky. Crashing in a ball of flaming metal. His last memory was his armor that had saved his life countless times, seemingly doing so, only to realize he was pinned and broken by his own equally broken ship. When he realized he could no longer feel his arms or legs, he waited for death to claim him, and it seemed to have when darkness came. Only for him to awaken an unknown amount of time later, no longer flesh and blood but cold hard metal. His mask was now his face, for there was no skin underneath. Tubes flood his brain with the correct chemicals to simulate living. Sensation as dead or as artificial as he was. Janous found he had been "saved" by a scavenger, an apparently wealthy one. With his body ruined, they had been forced to use drastic means to save his life. If you could call it that. All that was asked was a good word in Madalore. Apparently, another empire had arisen. After consideration, Janous decided duty did not end with death, for now. And went to continue an oath that had more blood than he does now.
Age: 45
Species: (Human) Robot
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Height 8ft
Weight 600 pounds
Force Sensitive: No
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Pride dominants Janous, some of it warranted. He had been a decent fighter, a lifetime of war enhancing it to a lethal edge. Feeling himself above his mercenary kin, for in his eyes, he stayed true to their home world, fighting for its continued independence or in its many wars, no matter the ruling philosophy. His dedication to duty and honor was his second most prominent trait, but dulled by every decade of war and shattered by his cybernetic salvation. Now replaced by intense nihilism. Only a shred of honor is kept intact by his own self-importance and past oaths. He drags along now more ghosts than man, fighting for duty that got him killed once. He struggles to not simply do as he wishes and abandoned it all. Seeking more than anything to feel alive again.
STRENGTHS
Veteran:
Fighting for decades of his life has gained him skills only war can bring. Vibro blade or blaster, forest or ship corridor, he's fought in it likely once in the endless wars in the name of Mandalore.
More metal then man:
Despite his disdain of his new body, its effectiveness is clear. Far enhanced strength, speed, durability. With flesh made of beskar and bones made of condensed-matter composite, it's as durable as his old armor and ship that was used to make it. Though new to his new form, it was made for war.
WEAKNESSES
Ion
Now, with wires instead of veins, he is weak to what droids are to his ever greater annoyance. While reduced with the installed Faraday cage, Ion weapons and electrical attacks can damage his body and leave him potentially shut down and stuck on life support, frozen as his metal frame focuses on keeping his brain functioning.
Unfamiliarity
His body is new to him, and he has to figure out everything again. Everything feels wrong if he can even feel it. With a different height, grip, weapons, speed, strength, even grip and sight, he has to, in some ways, relearn everything, and while aware on paper what his armor can take, he cannot be sure.
HISTORY
Janous belonged to the small clan of Ryss with the expected marital upbringing. While lacking in size and wealth, it was still Madalorian, and many would pay for a skilled mercenary or hunter simply for the name. Janous, however, upon reaching maturity, made an oath of blood in pride he would later come to regret. He swore he wouldn't sell his loyalty, only Madalore was worthy of it. And he would fight for it no matter who ruled it. Such would be his fate for the remainder of his life. He served every new state, joined every new resistance to foreign occupation, fought in its countless crusades. Freedom fighter to crusader, he spent decades in service to Madalore no matter what their philosophy was, only that they held the world. By the third regime change, he had lost his idealism. By the sixth, he often cursed his own damned oath, but he spent most of his life on it and intended to see it through to his death, which it did lead to.
As the Neo-Crusader state was failing due to the Planeshift Calamity, in one of its last wars, as the fleet had mostly already pulled out, his ship was blown out of the sky. Crashing in a ball of flaming metal. His last memory was his armor that had saved his life countless times, seemingly doing so, only to realize he was pinned and broken by his own equally broken ship. When he realized he could no longer feel his arms or legs, he waited for death to claim him, and it seemed to have when darkness came. Only for him to awaken an unknown amount of time later, no longer flesh and blood but cold hard metal. His mask was now his face, for there was no skin underneath. Tubes flood his brain with the correct chemicals to simulate living. Sensation as dead or as artificial as he was. Janous found he had been "saved" by a scavenger, an apparently wealthy one. With his body ruined, they had been forced to use drastic means to save his life. If you could call it that. All that was asked was a good word in Madalore. Apparently, another empire had arisen. After consideration, Janous decided duty did not end with death, for now. And went to continue an oath that had more blood than he does now.