Myra'di
Na'gr Naskar Shield Maiden
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Name: Myra'di Na'gr Naskar
Alias: The Shield Maiden
Species: Firrerreo
Sex: Female
Age: 22-28 (denoting different time periods in her life)
Height: 1.727 meters (5'8")
Weight: 61.3 kg (135 lbs)
Hair: Two-toned, Red and Dark Blonde
Skin: Golden Tone ; Silver Scars
Eyes: Bright gold
Faction: Mandalorians
Force Sensitive: Yes
Spouse: [member=Dilios] Na'gr Naskar
Appearance:
Myra'di is at a glance, a delicate gem. Slight of form, short of stature, she is not at all what she seems. The firrerreo woman is Mandalorean, born and raised. Trained in martial combat since she could first lift a training weapon, she is firm, and solid. Her scars are largely out of plain view, save of a small twin pair of circular silver scars on her neck, close to her jugular vein. If asked about them, she commonly replies, "I got them the day I decided to marry the man who gave them to me."
Ω~~Ω~~Ω Strengths Ω~~Ω~~Ω
Rapid Regeneration-
Being Firrerreo, Myra'di as a tremendous ability to heal quickly, able to survive even a direct blaster shot if the damage didn't harm anything vital to the heart or brain. Most minor wounds took minutes to heal, while major ones took mere hours - with her healing factor being rapid enough that the naked eye could watch a wound close. Her ability to heal was great enough that Myra'di could be able to completely stave off infection and blood loss from constantly open wounds.
Enhanced Eyes-
Nictitating membranes protecting eyes that were able to see into the ultraviolet range of the spectrum. These membranes also protected the eyes from intense flashes of light, as well as flying debris.
Deceptive Strength-
Being Firrerreo, Myra'di possesses a strength far greater than her diminutive form would allow one to expect. Had she not labored tirelessly to hone her craft of war, she would merely be a great concern for the average warrior to face off against. No, her labor renders her a Terror upon the field of battle.
Mando'ade-
As with any Mandalorian, expect a highly skilled, armored combatant capable of meeting any foe with any weapon system at her disposal. Myra'di is no slouch when it comes to modernized combat, blaster weapons, explosives, and advanced technologies are not only expected of a Mandalorian but required by their tenants. Years of training with Dilios in their youth aided in this.
Stealthy-
Strong and ferocious as she may be, Myra'di is a tactical combatant. She takes full advantage of her smaller size and greater mobility, often allowing her husbands recklessness to draw attention, opening up vital, unprotected targets for her to strike at mercilessly.
Ω~~Ω~~Ω Weaknesses Ω~~Ω~~Ω
My Heart Wasn't Given Lightly-
The Firrerreo ferocity within Myra'di not only extends to battle, but also to her husband Dilios. She gave herself over to him; mind, body, and soul. Any cowardly attempts upon her mate WILL have retribution sought. She is patient, and can thrive on a lot less sleep than you.
Distrusting-
Are you kin? Are you clan? Are you of Mandalore? If you cannot answer yes to any of these, Myra'di automatically holds you suspect. You are up to something. She's certain of it. Outside of her husband vouching for you, it takes quite a bit to earn her trust, though once you do, you'll likely not find a better friend and ally. But should you damage that trust once it's been given? Run.
Biography:
Ancient Times
60 BBY-44 BBY: The Mandalorian Civil War
In the year 58 BBY the Mandalorian civil war spilled out on the planet of Concord Dawn. When the Mand'alor, Jaster Mereel, sounded the call to arms, the True Mandalorians arose in answer. Among them, Hyperion Na'gr; The first "Spear of Mandalore", and Marius Naskar; "The Shield of the Faithful". Side by side, Hyperion and Marius, wage bloody war under the banner of the Mand'alor. Time and again the two fierce Firrerreo warriors pushed back against the Death Watch. Time and again did these Mandalorian Supercommandos risk their own lives in defense of the other. By the year 41 BBY the pair returned home to Concord Dawn, war weary and scarred. A bond forged in the fires of war, brothers eternal, the Na'gr Naskar Allit was born.60 BBY-44 BBY: The Mandalorian Civil War
Generations Past
Over time the men and woman of the Na'gr Naskar Allit spread across Concord Dawn, some joining new clans, others dying out as the warriors of the Mandalorian culture often do. Still for more than ten generations the core families of the Na'gr Naskar Allit have lived in relative peace at either end of a vast farming valley. At times these core families have been known to grow weary of one another, staging brief skirmishes against each other over foolish things like land rights. But as the fighting begins to escalate the Clan Elders would tear down the fiery youths with simple words."Remember Marius! Remember Hyperion! We are born of men of honor, not Death Watch savages. Settle this as true Mandalorians. Less you drag the whole of your Allit into bloody civil war over some spit of dirt."
Most disputes where settled in this way. Those who still squabble did so in duels or in brutal wrestling matches. By the next generation, the original argument was typically forgotten and cooperation and peace return in short order. Recently new blood has flown in the veins of the Na'gr family, Epicanthix blood. As another family was drawn into the fold of the Na'gr Naskar Allit, marriages were made, children born, and the Firrerreo bloodline muddled by these new Epicanthix kin.
The Newest Generation
As a child Myra'di Naskar had everything a young Mandalorian could ever hope for. Vast expanses of field and forest to hunt and play and run and be, every bit, the happy youngster of a peaceful farming valley. But more than that, she had a gifting. The Force ran strong in her. She enjoyed her simple life. That is, until she was six. The Elders of the Na'gr Naskar Allit called for a gathering, one in which every clansmen and women across Concord Dawn flocked back to their ancient farm lands. It was during this gathering that young Myra'di learned what a true challenge was. Henceforth he knew what it was to have an arch-rival, a half-blood Firrerreo of the Na'gr family. That silly Epicanthix-blooded boy Dilios. Who, despite being older than Myra'di, was unable to beat her at anything the children did. Foot races, games of hunter and prey, war waged with sticks and dirt clots. Everything! And she enjoyed seeing him rise to the challenge. Over the next several years the clan gathered, the Elders doing the boring activities that Elders do; talking, planning, so on and so forth. All the while the children did as children do, games and races and contests. Every year her arch-rival made his appearance, challenging her in every contest. Every year the gap between their capabilities grew smaller and smaller. Until one year Myra'di felt the rivalry changing. One day, Myra'di walked alone in the woods beyond the gathering camp, taking care that that silly boy saw her, and Dilios followed. She wanted to prepare a special challenge just for him, away from the prying eyes of the parents and Elders. She heard him coming long before she saw him, his clumsy steps no match for the keen hearing of the younger Firrerreo. He came into the clearing, and before he could speak a word, not even having time to react. Myra'di's superior speed took the boy by surprise as she landed a kiss and vanished into the woods.
Everything changed after that day. When the clan gathered and the children played it was Dilios fouling the feet of the others so Myra'di could win a race with ease. It was Myra'di taunting others from the sidelines that left Dilios undefeated in the wrestling sands. The two become inseparable. Even after the gatherings ended and families returned to their respective homes, Dilios and Myra'di would trek across days of fields and woodlands to hunt together, camp together and simply be together, alone.
Soon the girl became the young woman. Myra'di, now 15, experienced the most devastating decision of her young life. She had to leave her silly half-blood boy. The Jedi order had come through Concord Dawn, drawing in force sensitive youths to be trained in their ways. Leaving heartbroken at the hurt she caused him, Myra'di turned to the studies of the Jedi with great fervor. Over the next eight years the young Mandalorian earned great praise from her masters, as she advanced quickly in her studies of the various applications of the Force. Her natural prowess from years of martial training and discipline as a Mandalorian, the fiery Firrerreo flourished in her Forms as well. After many years, and much growth, she finally earned the right to return to her home-world.
She arrived on Concord Dawn just as the call from the Na'gr Naskar Allit came to gather as they had so many times before. Clansmen and women from across Concord Dawn drawn to their ancient campsite in the heart of a peaceful farming valley. There, across the roaring bonfire, he stood. Her first arch-rival. Her first kiss. Her silly half-blood boy.
Something like intent fluttered in her heart.
Dilios.