Caburkad
Member
Name: Nathan Caburkad (formerly Nathan Skirata)
Rank: None
Species: Human
Age: 20 years old
Sex: Male
Height: 6 feet, 2 inches
Weight: 210lbs of lean muscle
Eyes: Light brown eyes
Hair: Dirty brown hair kept short
Skin: Slightly tanned white skinned
Force Sensitive: Not in the slightest
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Quirks: Tends to just stare off into space when in deep thought, can disturb some people as he often accidently stares people down while lost in thought.
Goals: To find new meaning in his life, to find something worth fighting for.
Strengths: A trained and talented sniper. Moderately skilled at hand-to-hand combat focusing on ground combat and limb locks, an exceptional scout and hunter in forested terrain. Nathan's word is law and he will not go back on it. He is an honorable young man who tries not to lie, steal, or deceive people.
Weaknesses: Nathan has a blunt and grating social manner when with people he considers "outsiders". Having been raised in the forest with little social interaction, big cities are a little over whelming to Nathan and frequently causes him trouble. He also cannot swim, having had a bad experience with a local lake in his youth. Finally, being raised off the land, Nathan is bad with money. Frequently over paying, trying to barter, or just trying to trade for things which would normally be just a handful of credits.
When in casual situations, Nathan wears loose fitting slacks, t-shirts, and a signature loose fitting brown nerf leather hooded coat. Hidden in his signature coat are Nathan's hunting gear consisting of two throwing knives, a hunting knife, a blaster in a back holster, five feet of steel cord, and three days worth of hard rations.
On the hunt, however, Nathan wears a form fitting mottled grey and black combat jumpsuit underneath his usual leather coat. He also dons his father's beskar chest plate, colored blood red in honor of HIS father who was slain in combat. This allows Nathan to be decently protected but also keeps him light and agile, complementing his hunter attitude. He arms himself with a heavy pistol on a right thigh holster, a beskad he had inherited from his father on his left shoulder, and a sniper rifle slung along his right shoulder, along with any other odds and ends he needs on the hunt.
Born in the medical bay of Cobalt to Gregory Skirata and an unknown mother who his father only rarely referred to as Maria, Nathan was raised by his father on a heavily forested world. His father never told him what the world was called and Nathan didn't ask. He grew up first helping his father farm and hunt, learning all of the skills of an experienced hunter by the age of twelve. Later in life Nathan was taught the skills of a mandalorian bounty hunter. Though, In hindsight, it was unclear to Nathan whether or not his father ever intended to tell him about his former life or teach him his former skills. In a stroke of irony the decision was made for him when a local criminal from the town over decided to escape from prison and run the fifteen miles through woodland until he came across their little log cabin in the middle of nowhere. The escapee immediately ran into the house to hide, stacking furniture near the single door of the building. Then he began to look for something he could use as a weapon. Soon enough.......he noticed that he wasn't alone. Small, twelve and a half year old Nathan tried to fight back but soon wound up as a human shield for the escaped con. Luckily for Nathan, his father had been hunting in the woods and had heard t he commotion of the chase through the woods. He dropped his kills and ran towards his home. He arrived to discover the local police encircling his home and was soon told that his son had become a hostage. He instantly burst into action. You see, there was a hidden skylight built into the log cabin and Greg was headed straight for it. The rest of the day passed in a blur for young Nathan. From his perspective, things all happened at once. One second he was being held hostage by the cabin's window, the next his father was dropping down through the ceiling. Greg quickly disarmed the convict of his stolen dinner knife and thrown him to the ground. His father pushed Nathan towards the door and told him to go to the police, he then turned towards the escapee. As Nathan was walking towards the local chief of police he heard two blaster shots come from the house behind him. His father never claimed to be a forgiving man.
It was after the incident when he was twelve that Nathans father decided that it was finally time he learned to protect himself. He was taught his skills by his father the only way that Gregory knew how.........violently and brutally. The training was brutal, grueling, and sometimes cruel but he had a lot of catching up to do compared to other Mando children. By the time he was fifteen Nathan could best a grown man in a brawl, hit five targets in three seconds with a blaster, and track a target over dozens of miles over multiple days. It was quickly clear that Nathan's expertise was not in the area of close combat. He was good, he could beat almost any normal brawler, but for Mando'ade that was standard and certainly nothing special. No, his specialty was in long ranged sharp shooting. Gregory had known this since he had taught his son to hunt but now he sharpened that skill, honing it until Nathan could drop three targets at two hundred yards in quick succession. At times Nathan rebelled against his father during his training. He never quit the training....but he didn't have to be happy about it. After seven years of this training Nathan was a well honed hunter with the skills to take the galaxy by storm but then.........his father fell ill. At first it was benign. A tremor here, a cough there. Soon enough the symptoms become more exaggerated and came upon him more frequently. Two months after the first symptoms he rarely left his house. Six months and he couldn't leave his bed. Nathan tried as best he could to care for his father but he was no doctor. Even the local doctor could do nothing more than reduce the symptoms and ease the pain. Just short of a year after the onset of the mysterious illness, a week after Nathan's nineteenth birthday, Gregory Skirata was dead. He didn't even have the strength to give his son any last words.
Nathan was devastated. He raved and destroyed and became a terror of the woods for a whole week before finally calming down and trekking back to his childhood home. Defeated, devastated, shattered. When he eventually reached his home..... no, former home. Nathan knew that he could never stay here. He was alone now and had no one to care for, no purpose to serve. He had to leave. He entered his old home and backed out as soon as he opened the door. The stench of his father's rotting body was unbearable. Nathan had seen and smelled death before of course, the forest was not a kind place after all, but in his insanity he had forgotten that his father's body had just been lying in his death bed for a week. It seemed......wrong. He steeled himself and reentered the log cabin. When his eyes met his father's body he had to turn away. After a few seconds and multiple deep breaths he turned back towards the body. He approached the bed, knelt on the ground next to it and grasped his father's decaying hand in both of his. Nathan took over half an hour, interspersed with racking sobs and rivers of tears, to say his last words to his father. After he was finished, Nathan took stock of his and his fathers possessions. Gregory had an extensive collection of weaponry and armor. Rifles, pistols, explosives, you name it. "The right tool for the right job" as his father used to say. He also had a full set of medium Beskar'gam colored blood red with specks of grey throughout. Having that armor would be more valuable to Nathan than all of the weapons and his father's ship combined. Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to wear his father's armor. It seemed wrong. However, he did want something to remember him by. So, he took his father's blood red chest armor. It looked like it would fit his slightly larger frame with only a few minor strap adjustments. Nathan ten set to filling a bag with all the foodstuffs and another bag with some of the weapons in his father's collection along with his favorite clothes and his signature black nerf leather jacket. After securing his equipment on his father's ship the Cobalt, lovingly referred to as the old rust bucket, Nathan set about spreading accelerant around the log cabin. For his final act in his childhood home, Nathan dressed his father's dead and decaying body in his beaskar (minus the chest armor) and put a beskad in his hand. After arranging his father's makeshift pyre Nathan primed an incendiary grenade and placed it in the middle of the room and walked out. He started up the ol' rust bucket and put it into hover just above the tree line and waited. After a few moments, the grenade detonated. Fire spilled out of the door and windows. The accelerant quickly took up the blaze and engulfed the house. Nathan watched as his childhood home was reduced to cinders with tears in his eyes. After a few more moments of staring at the spot where his house used to be, Nathan powered up the engines and made for space.\
Now here was Nathan's first dilemma. He didn't know where he was. He had never been told the name of the planet, or even the system for that matter, by his father and had been uninterested at the time. So here he was. Home burned. Father dead. Everything he owned in two duffel bags on his ship. With nowhere to go. He looked through the navicomp for the last destination. The display read "Coruscant". Now, Nathan had never been to another planet. Hell, he had rarely been more than thirty miles from the log cabin. Even in his relative isolation his father had made sure that Nathan was educated on all of the major worlds in the galaxy. He knew that Coruscant was near the galactic center and had been the seat of the wealthy for millennium. Seemed as good a place to start as any. Nathan had a lot of time to think while traveling through hyperspace. Eventually he decided he wanted a new name for his new life. And so, he discarded his father's family name of Skirata and took upon himself the mantle of Caburkad or "Guardian Blade". That is what he wanted to be in his new life, a weapon to protect those who he felt deserved it. It took him over a week but eventually Nathan made it to the planet. After a few awkward moments with the control tower, Nathan was allowed to land in the lower class spaceports. Nathan landed then spent the next six months working odd jobs to pay for food and the parking fees for his ship. He only had one real incident with the locals when a local group of thugs decided to try to collect a "protection" fee three months in as he was heading to his current job at a local dinner, he was working as a combination bus boy and bouncer for the friendly twilek owner. Now, Nathan was no expert in close quarters combat, but he was Mando'ade and they were street thugs. He took down four of them in the first two minutes of the fight and the other three fled upon seeing their leader's arm broken in two places. Needless to say, no one bothered him after that. Nathan had a good thing going on. He had decent jobs, plenty of food, and a place to keep his ship. There was one problem. He was getting jittery. Nathan needed something to do, something to fight, and local thugs just couldn't cut it.
Nathan was hired by an insignificant middling bureaucrat in the Intergalactic Banking Clan to be his pilot and bodyguard for a few brief errands on Coruscant then take him to the capitol city of Mygeeto. Unfortunately he was soon caught up in a deadly uproar by the common Muuns against the ruling class orchestrated by Guz McGarion.
This is where the story leaves off. What will happen next? Who knows, but It is guaranteed to be interesting.
Keltach PX3 Sniper Rifle- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/103347-keltach-px3-sniper-rifle/
Keltach x34 Blaster Pistol- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/103201-keltach-x-34-blaster-pistol/
AT-1 Wrist Slug Thrower- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/26226-at-1-wrist-slugthrower/
throwing knives x2
hunting knife, 4in blade
Beskargam Chest plate (front and back), blood red color
5ft steel cord
Name: Cobalt
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/17154-yta-1300-light-freighter/
Details: A standard yta1300 modified to fit the bounty hunters life style. The left side of the cargo bay has been sectioned off with sturdy bulkheads providing only one airlock door leading in or out. In this room are three ray shielded 6ft height, 4ft length, and 4ft width steel cages. There are five cameras in the room, all keyed to both the cockpit computers and Nathan's gauntlet display. One camera is in each corner of the room with a fifth hidden in the keypad, providing full view of the room with zero blind spots. Equipped with a transpoder scrambler
Looks: Painted a pleasing light blue interior with a hull as black as the depths of space. The Cobalt is showing signs of her age. The hull is dented and scratched with the paint in an......incomplete state. Some of the parts on and in the ship seem held together by what some would call "weak adhesive and strong dreams". All in all, this ship is space worthy and not somethin to be taken lightly.
Capabilities: hyperdrive rating 2, speed/maneuverability rating 3,
Armament: Two dual laser cannon turrets, one concussion missile launcher.
History: Originally owned by Nathan's father, Greg Skirata, but transferred to him after his father's death. This ship has a long and varied history with Greg Skirata. Unfortunately, Greg didn't talk much about his former life to his son and as such Nathan knows next to nothing about the ship other than its operation and maintenance.
Kills: None....as of yet.
Bounties Collected: None
Roleplays:
Rioting on Mygeeto, the search for Guz McGarion- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/107054-when-a-spark-becoms-a-blaze-anarchy-on-mygeeto/?hl=mygeeto
Rank: None
Species: Human
Age: 20 years old
Sex: Male
Height: 6 feet, 2 inches
Weight: 210lbs of lean muscle
Eyes: Light brown eyes
Hair: Dirty brown hair kept short
Skin: Slightly tanned white skinned
Force Sensitive: Not in the slightest
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Quirks: Tends to just stare off into space when in deep thought, can disturb some people as he often accidently stares people down while lost in thought.
Goals: To find new meaning in his life, to find something worth fighting for.
Strengths: A trained and talented sniper. Moderately skilled at hand-to-hand combat focusing on ground combat and limb locks, an exceptional scout and hunter in forested terrain. Nathan's word is law and he will not go back on it. He is an honorable young man who tries not to lie, steal, or deceive people.
Weaknesses: Nathan has a blunt and grating social manner when with people he considers "outsiders". Having been raised in the forest with little social interaction, big cities are a little over whelming to Nathan and frequently causes him trouble. He also cannot swim, having had a bad experience with a local lake in his youth. Finally, being raised off the land, Nathan is bad with money. Frequently over paying, trying to barter, or just trying to trade for things which would normally be just a handful of credits.
Appearance
Standing at just over six feet tall, Nathan is a well proportioned young man made up of lean muscle throughout his body w/ a slightly muscular chest. He keeps his dirty brown hair cut short in a military style. Having grown up as a hunter and farmer in the forests of the world he was raised on, Nathan's normally pale white skin has been slightly tanned from exposure. Nathan's body has been scared six times on his body. Early in his youth he had been clawed by a forest cat along his right thigh and still bears the triple claw mark on that limb. He also bears a knife wound along his left bicep, gained in a training bout with his father. His final scar is a long, thin, ragged cut across his back from when he fell fifteen feet from a tree.When in casual situations, Nathan wears loose fitting slacks, t-shirts, and a signature loose fitting brown nerf leather hooded coat. Hidden in his signature coat are Nathan's hunting gear consisting of two throwing knives, a hunting knife, a blaster in a back holster, five feet of steel cord, and three days worth of hard rations.
On the hunt, however, Nathan wears a form fitting mottled grey and black combat jumpsuit underneath his usual leather coat. He also dons his father's beskar chest plate, colored blood red in honor of HIS father who was slain in combat. This allows Nathan to be decently protected but also keeps him light and agile, complementing his hunter attitude. He arms himself with a heavy pistol on a right thigh holster, a beskad he had inherited from his father on his left shoulder, and a sniper rifle slung along his right shoulder, along with any other odds and ends he needs on the hunt.
Biography
Born in the medical bay of Cobalt to Gregory Skirata and an unknown mother who his father only rarely referred to as Maria, Nathan was raised by his father on a heavily forested world. His father never told him what the world was called and Nathan didn't ask. He grew up first helping his father farm and hunt, learning all of the skills of an experienced hunter by the age of twelve. Later in life Nathan was taught the skills of a mandalorian bounty hunter. Though, In hindsight, it was unclear to Nathan whether or not his father ever intended to tell him about his former life or teach him his former skills. In a stroke of irony the decision was made for him when a local criminal from the town over decided to escape from prison and run the fifteen miles through woodland until he came across their little log cabin in the middle of nowhere. The escapee immediately ran into the house to hide, stacking furniture near the single door of the building. Then he began to look for something he could use as a weapon. Soon enough.......he noticed that he wasn't alone. Small, twelve and a half year old Nathan tried to fight back but soon wound up as a human shield for the escaped con. Luckily for Nathan, his father had been hunting in the woods and had heard t he commotion of the chase through the woods. He dropped his kills and ran towards his home. He arrived to discover the local police encircling his home and was soon told that his son had become a hostage. He instantly burst into action. You see, there was a hidden skylight built into the log cabin and Greg was headed straight for it. The rest of the day passed in a blur for young Nathan. From his perspective, things all happened at once. One second he was being held hostage by the cabin's window, the next his father was dropping down through the ceiling. Greg quickly disarmed the convict of his stolen dinner knife and thrown him to the ground. His father pushed Nathan towards the door and told him to go to the police, he then turned towards the escapee. As Nathan was walking towards the local chief of police he heard two blaster shots come from the house behind him. His father never claimed to be a forgiving man.
It was after the incident when he was twelve that Nathans father decided that it was finally time he learned to protect himself. He was taught his skills by his father the only way that Gregory knew how.........violently and brutally. The training was brutal, grueling, and sometimes cruel but he had a lot of catching up to do compared to other Mando children. By the time he was fifteen Nathan could best a grown man in a brawl, hit five targets in three seconds with a blaster, and track a target over dozens of miles over multiple days. It was quickly clear that Nathan's expertise was not in the area of close combat. He was good, he could beat almost any normal brawler, but for Mando'ade that was standard and certainly nothing special. No, his specialty was in long ranged sharp shooting. Gregory had known this since he had taught his son to hunt but now he sharpened that skill, honing it until Nathan could drop three targets at two hundred yards in quick succession. At times Nathan rebelled against his father during his training. He never quit the training....but he didn't have to be happy about it. After seven years of this training Nathan was a well honed hunter with the skills to take the galaxy by storm but then.........his father fell ill. At first it was benign. A tremor here, a cough there. Soon enough the symptoms become more exaggerated and came upon him more frequently. Two months after the first symptoms he rarely left his house. Six months and he couldn't leave his bed. Nathan tried as best he could to care for his father but he was no doctor. Even the local doctor could do nothing more than reduce the symptoms and ease the pain. Just short of a year after the onset of the mysterious illness, a week after Nathan's nineteenth birthday, Gregory Skirata was dead. He didn't even have the strength to give his son any last words.
Nathan was devastated. He raved and destroyed and became a terror of the woods for a whole week before finally calming down and trekking back to his childhood home. Defeated, devastated, shattered. When he eventually reached his home..... no, former home. Nathan knew that he could never stay here. He was alone now and had no one to care for, no purpose to serve. He had to leave. He entered his old home and backed out as soon as he opened the door. The stench of his father's rotting body was unbearable. Nathan had seen and smelled death before of course, the forest was not a kind place after all, but in his insanity he had forgotten that his father's body had just been lying in his death bed for a week. It seemed......wrong. He steeled himself and reentered the log cabin. When his eyes met his father's body he had to turn away. After a few seconds and multiple deep breaths he turned back towards the body. He approached the bed, knelt on the ground next to it and grasped his father's decaying hand in both of his. Nathan took over half an hour, interspersed with racking sobs and rivers of tears, to say his last words to his father. After he was finished, Nathan took stock of his and his fathers possessions. Gregory had an extensive collection of weaponry and armor. Rifles, pistols, explosives, you name it. "The right tool for the right job" as his father used to say. He also had a full set of medium Beskar'gam colored blood red with specks of grey throughout. Having that armor would be more valuable to Nathan than all of the weapons and his father's ship combined. Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to wear his father's armor. It seemed wrong. However, he did want something to remember him by. So, he took his father's blood red chest armor. It looked like it would fit his slightly larger frame with only a few minor strap adjustments. Nathan ten set to filling a bag with all the foodstuffs and another bag with some of the weapons in his father's collection along with his favorite clothes and his signature black nerf leather jacket. After securing his equipment on his father's ship the Cobalt, lovingly referred to as the old rust bucket, Nathan set about spreading accelerant around the log cabin. For his final act in his childhood home, Nathan dressed his father's dead and decaying body in his beaskar (minus the chest armor) and put a beskad in his hand. After arranging his father's makeshift pyre Nathan primed an incendiary grenade and placed it in the middle of the room and walked out. He started up the ol' rust bucket and put it into hover just above the tree line and waited. After a few moments, the grenade detonated. Fire spilled out of the door and windows. The accelerant quickly took up the blaze and engulfed the house. Nathan watched as his childhood home was reduced to cinders with tears in his eyes. After a few more moments of staring at the spot where his house used to be, Nathan powered up the engines and made for space.\
Now here was Nathan's first dilemma. He didn't know where he was. He had never been told the name of the planet, or even the system for that matter, by his father and had been uninterested at the time. So here he was. Home burned. Father dead. Everything he owned in two duffel bags on his ship. With nowhere to go. He looked through the navicomp for the last destination. The display read "Coruscant". Now, Nathan had never been to another planet. Hell, he had rarely been more than thirty miles from the log cabin. Even in his relative isolation his father had made sure that Nathan was educated on all of the major worlds in the galaxy. He knew that Coruscant was near the galactic center and had been the seat of the wealthy for millennium. Seemed as good a place to start as any. Nathan had a lot of time to think while traveling through hyperspace. Eventually he decided he wanted a new name for his new life. And so, he discarded his father's family name of Skirata and took upon himself the mantle of Caburkad or "Guardian Blade". That is what he wanted to be in his new life, a weapon to protect those who he felt deserved it. It took him over a week but eventually Nathan made it to the planet. After a few awkward moments with the control tower, Nathan was allowed to land in the lower class spaceports. Nathan landed then spent the next six months working odd jobs to pay for food and the parking fees for his ship. He only had one real incident with the locals when a local group of thugs decided to try to collect a "protection" fee three months in as he was heading to his current job at a local dinner, he was working as a combination bus boy and bouncer for the friendly twilek owner. Now, Nathan was no expert in close quarters combat, but he was Mando'ade and they were street thugs. He took down four of them in the first two minutes of the fight and the other three fled upon seeing their leader's arm broken in two places. Needless to say, no one bothered him after that. Nathan had a good thing going on. He had decent jobs, plenty of food, and a place to keep his ship. There was one problem. He was getting jittery. Nathan needed something to do, something to fight, and local thugs just couldn't cut it.
Nathan was hired by an insignificant middling bureaucrat in the Intergalactic Banking Clan to be his pilot and bodyguard for a few brief errands on Coruscant then take him to the capitol city of Mygeeto. Unfortunately he was soon caught up in a deadly uproar by the common Muuns against the ruling class orchestrated by Guz McGarion.
This is where the story leaves off. What will happen next? Who knows, but It is guaranteed to be interesting.
Equipment:
Keltach PX3 Sniper Rifle- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/103347-keltach-px3-sniper-rifle/
Keltach x34 Blaster Pistol- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/103201-keltach-x-34-blaster-pistol/
AT-1 Wrist Slug Thrower- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/26226-at-1-wrist-slugthrower/
throwing knives x2
hunting knife, 4in blade
Beskargam Chest plate (front and back), blood red color
5ft steel cord
Ships:
Name: Cobalt
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/17154-yta-1300-light-freighter/
Details: A standard yta1300 modified to fit the bounty hunters life style. The left side of the cargo bay has been sectioned off with sturdy bulkheads providing only one airlock door leading in or out. In this room are three ray shielded 6ft height, 4ft length, and 4ft width steel cages. There are five cameras in the room, all keyed to both the cockpit computers and Nathan's gauntlet display. One camera is in each corner of the room with a fifth hidden in the keypad, providing full view of the room with zero blind spots. Equipped with a transpoder scrambler
Looks: Painted a pleasing light blue interior with a hull as black as the depths of space. The Cobalt is showing signs of her age. The hull is dented and scratched with the paint in an......incomplete state. Some of the parts on and in the ship seem held together by what some would call "weak adhesive and strong dreams". All in all, this ship is space worthy and not somethin to be taken lightly.
Capabilities: hyperdrive rating 2, speed/maneuverability rating 3,
Armament: Two dual laser cannon turrets, one concussion missile launcher.
History: Originally owned by Nathan's father, Greg Skirata, but transferred to him after his father's death. This ship has a long and varied history with Greg Skirata. Unfortunately, Greg didn't talk much about his former life to his son and as such Nathan knows next to nothing about the ship other than its operation and maintenance.
Kills: None....as of yet.
Bounties Collected: None
Roleplays:
Rioting on Mygeeto, the search for Guz McGarion- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/107054-when-a-spark-becoms-a-blaze-anarchy-on-mygeeto/?hl=mygeeto
