Revora
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Name: Revora (Goes by Revy)
Species: Cathar
Home Planet: Cathar
Faction: Mandalorian Union
Rank: Disgraced
Occupation: Tainted
Age: Adult: Specific age unknown
Height: 5'10"
Build: Metal
Hair Colour: black
Eye Colour: Red
Skin: Complicated
Force Sensitivity: no
Ships: Not yet
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Once there was a Mandalorian, proud of her heritage and defiant to the Sith Empire's will. She was no different than any other Mandalorian. But those details didn't matter. Nothing matters when the world turns to ash. Participating in the failed second battle for Mandalore she along with all of her Vod were captured and rounded up. After that life seemed to be a cascading dip into hell further and further. First with being shoved into concentration camps, then being worked to death and underfed. Then the torture that was unending. Mock executions, water boarding, beatings, or just simply being forced to hang by the hands or feet. Worse was always the chair...
It broke Revy. She forgot her clan, both from psychological gas lighting and Pavlovian conditioning, in fact she couldn't hold a name to any of her fellow vode in the death camps, just a string of faces with no person to tie to. She was alone while being cramped and stuck with people. Every day they would call the next list of people at the beginning of the day. Everyday there was a hope that they would pick her name. That she would be sent to her death and join the Manda. Released from this nightmare.
One day they did call her name. Her body felt like it finally settled and that the end would come except it didn't. Revy wasn't called for an execution. No. She was called for something much different. Her emaciated body brought into a room, examined by a medical doctor and then she was offered more food then she had seen in what felt like forever. Devouring it when a Sith walked in. She was given a talk about the newly formed Death Watch. It's need for the strong and how Revy could finally rekindle her Mandalorian pride instead of being reduced to a rat. She was told that she wasn't being offered to simply become another rank and file... no no no. They had much grander designs for her. She was able to have much more prestige. A program to create the ideal Mandalorian who most embodied and showed the strength and will of it's people. Respected and formidable. It all too good to her ears and she accepted it without a second thought. The cost would be insurmountable.
The experimental program she was now conscripted into demanding the reformation of the body into what the Sith had twisted into perfection. Laid before a table, Sith Alchemist had taken time to craft several armor pieces and tech made from Tal'Beskar and other materials. Using an alchemical process the armor was slowly and methodically molded and fused into the skin. As this happened several physiological changes happen boosting the subject's muscle mass, reflexes and even some minor healing properties. The Sith had decided to force Revy to undergo this while conscious and they only administered sedatives that froze her body but still allowed her to feel every single iota of pain. Screaming until she passed out the Cathar would wake up and see what she had become. Screaming and desperately trying to tear her own armor off only for it to dawn on her. Her suit was now her skin. Every part now adhered to her body in such an intricate way that this would now be her for the rest of her life. The Sith had taken the idea of Beskar'gam and twisted it into their unique take. The fact that the blood of her former vode now being a part of her being a frequent reminder.
She spent months locked away on the planet of Bastion. Toiling away in a state of emptiness. Training and being monitored and tested by her Sith overlords. A small flame of hatred keeping her going. She bided her time waiting for the one chance she could get to escape. That came with the Invasion of Bastion. The ensuing chaos of the NIO's wrath caused everything to be thrown into disarray and in this moment she striked. Breaking out of her cell and killing everything in her way she fled the planet and is now alone. Wondering and aimless. Feeling nothing but shame.
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The Armor that you see is what you get. That is all there is to Revy now. Nothing above or underneath it. The original form and any chance for her to hide what she is now forever vanished.
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Strengths and Weaknesses
Strength to match the weight- Revy had her muscle mass significantly enhanced in order to compensate for the added weight of her new skin. This allows Revy to move around and interact with the world like she's practically naked while still having plenty of protection.
Trained Warrior Revy is skilled in the ways of war, both from her prior life and new. She is skilled with firearms of all types, melee and hand to hand and explosives.
Tough as Beskar- Revy can take a beating, between the naturally protection of her new skin and an accelerated healing that can accommodate for internal damage caused by excessive force she can endure combat and keep fighting.
Complicated Healing- If her 'skin' suffers a tear or if Revy in need of invasive surgery and than things get complicated. The Skin is near impossible to tear off. As a result any punctures of the armor need to be repaired while still being worn. This can be exceptionally painful should a wielder be needed.
Locked in- Revy can't leave her armor and must live the rest of her life in it. Her sense of touch is now drastically reduced and she is now stuck feeling like an observer at all times. The armor infused at such a cellular level that to try and remove it would kill Revy.
Broken
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