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Character Sikkol Cull


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SIKKOL CULL

BirthplaceMandalore
Age31 Years
RankHelljumper-Medic
HomeShip
SpeciesNear Human
GenderMale
Force SensitiveNo
Height1.778m
Weight95.25 Kg
Distinctive featuresLack of Armor
WriterSasmay
Image sourceAvatar


The sith had come and gone.

As with all things touched by their dark presence, they had left in their wake a broken and scattered number of clans. Countless among the others that existed, it had been easy to overlook the shattered remnants of what remained of the Cull clan.

They had been proud once. Heads held high in the face of danger. Self proclaimed 'Helljumpers' with a reputation that precedes most Mandalorian groups. They were proud to be first in and last out of a battle. Their numbers were never truly large enough to be more than a collection of proud warriors, but the sith had seen their pride upon the field, and as with all the other clans they had set their gaze upon.

Had crushed that pride beneath their unbending heel.

The elders had been allowed to remain. Working the mines all the while the children were parceled out and groomed. Some were sent to auction, others kept as monuments of their conquest. The warriors were broken down to their core, made to yield and bend to survive less they snuffed out truly.

When the sith were pushed back, all that remained were the shards of a once proud nation.

The elders had crept through the remains of their village. Picking through the leftovers that had been cast aside in the wake of the sith exodus. Some wept, others held firm, stoic and glanced at the sky intermittently. Bent backs and bony hands pulled the last vestiges of their clan from the burnt out husk of the place they once called home.

One, more able bodied than the rest, walked through a dust filled abode. Eyes cast about the now empty rooms. Laughter filled his mind, the sight of a small child running through the hallway but a memory that would plague him into the next life.

His brother's home held scorch marks along the walls, a clear sign of a firefight that had played out some time ago.

He didn't spare a thought for his niece, her mother, or the man that shared direct lineage with him. All but a fading memory now. His skin was drawn tight against the bone, hands calloused as they passed over an old frame. He walked in solemn silence taking everything in, and yet seeing nothing.

His hand passed over the counter, the slow pained stride carrying him to the cache that he hoped was still preserved in the back storage room.

It took far too many tries for him to remember the code, eventually being treated to an affirming blip as the safe cracked open. Their sigil greeted him, something worth more than even the armor that had been stripped of them. There were other small keepsakes and trinkets that meant little more than the dust that covered the planet.

His hands clenched tightly around that small disk as he hurried out to those that had gathered them here. To pick through the bones of what they once were, and to set them on a new path forward.

TRAITS:
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Stubborn
Brusque
Cynical


BIOGRAPHY:
Beneath the helmet and limited armor, square features and deep set eyes hide. Graced with a fair complexion and free of birthmarks, there is nothing remarkable about his physical body. A stocky frame and a slight belly carry the man with a facade of bravado. There is obvious muscle beneath the healthy build, but it's also plain the man has a healthy appetite.
Dark black hair with a high peek and a goatee are typical when not adorned with a helmet. Blue eyes are set beneath furrowed and thick whiskery brows. Not one to smile, the usual appearance is that of annoyance. A small series of scars are visible across his face.


EQUIPMENT:
SHIP: Helljumper Combat Dropship
CREW: Helljumper Crew
WEAPONS: Heklerkok FP-01, Uproar Pistol, MAA-011 HjPBP x2, MAA-010 HiPR x1, Lodestone Devices x4 - Rolling Order, Lookout Probe Droid x2 - Rolling Order, Terminus Shiv's x2, Journeyman Knives x4 - Rolling Order, Gar'Marev Knuckledusters
ARMOR/CLOTHING: Tinfoil Hat Band, MAA-001 HjCBg Bodyglove, MAA-005 HjGPG, MAA-002 HjBmP, MAA-003 HjMP, MAA-004 HjFIP
EXTRA/POCKETS: ECM-598 Medical Backpack, Security Spike, Scramble Key, Anti-security blade, Field Security Overloader, Canteen/Waterskin, Energy/Food Capsules

 
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