Obran - Echoes & Silence

[Obran]

NAME: Obran
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Mandalorian (Hijadoan)
AGE: Early 20’s
SEX: Male
HEIGHT:
WEIGHT: 200lbs
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: No

STRENGTH:

• (+) Duelist: Primarily with a blade, but with almost any weapon, Obran is a supremely skilled melee combatant. In a swarm of enemies he may struggle. But in a smaller engagement, and particularly in a duel, he is the match of almost any other warrior he may encounter. Obran tends to favor dual wielded, shorter bladed swords of his people (beskad) or a beskad and an axe in his off hand.
• (+)Gunslinger: Don’t hand him a sniper rifle or a rotary cannon. But fit a pistol or scattergun into his hand and watch the artistry bloom. Quick, precise, and deadly even at range with his chosen tools.

WEAKNESSES:

• (-)Blind Rage: When he finally snaps, Obran will lose all sense of friend and foe. Death becomes a minute worry, if one at all. Self-preservation is exchanged for any chance to destroy his enemy utterly. Or just whatever is in front of him.
• (-) Addict: Plagued by memories and deeds of the past, Obran will often seek solace away from others and in the clutch of various vices to dull the pain and recurrent terror, from whiskey to women it matters not.

Tall, Neither wiry nor bulky but the efficient musculature of someone who has become fit through need and not for show. Obran has long dirty blonde hair and dark brown eyes. His features are classical, almost aqualine. Most of the time he takes to wearing cruder gladiatorial like armor and leaving his flesh bared as a taunt and challenge to his opponents.

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Obran was a foundling from an unknown war he keeps quiet about, and has no Clan to claim as his own. He was raised by a goran, a traditional metalsmith of the Mandalorian people, and his wife who was a Protector on the planet of Concord Dawn. Steeped in legends and lore of his folk until he could speak it as fluently as Basic or Mando'a. He possessed a talent at the bes'bev, and unbelievable quickness wielding a beskad thanks to the discipline of his mother, but he outshone even his adoptive father in the forge.

Wars came and went, and when called he served with satisfaction, and fought right alongside those who would go on to be in the songs he sung at nights in the tavern. He served several rotations as a Protector when called to, but kept always a love in his heart for the hyperlanes.

When Manda'yaim fell, he escaped with others in the diaspora and served his small grouping well armoring and arming them with rescued goods from his buir, and keeping alive the old legends of the Deathwatch, the True Mandalorians, the Protectors and the Supercommandos - all these famed folk of his people. Some began to call him 'Runi' for his knack at verse and legend telling. Always on the move and always running, he has seldom had a place to call home besides the ships they had stolen or taken by conquest along the way.

As he heard of Mandalore being liberated, he sought to do more for himself for once and left the friends he had been journeying with. It was time for him to carve a legend of his own. Past time, if truth be told. And so, he begins.

SHIP:
TBD




EQUIPMENT:

• Sundering Magcharge Pistol
• Deathrattle Hard-Sound Carbine
• Miit'beviin - The Orator's Spear
• Suyar'gam - Poet's Armor
• Resa'car - The Shield of Light
• Hunter of the Manda - Obran's Cloak

KILLS:
N/A



BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
TBA

• At The Hearth (Private)

 

[Obran]

Updated and crude graphics added finally.