D O M I N U S
Basic Information
- Name: Skorri
- Alias: N/A
- Species: Human
- Age: Young Adult
- Height: 5'4"
- Build: Athletic
- Eye Color: Hazel
- Hair Color: Dark Titian
- Skin Pigmentation: Fair
- Force Sensitive: Confirmed
- Force Alignment: Neutral
- Force Rank: Apprentice
- The Mandalorian Crusaders: Unbloodied
- Master(s): ---
- Mentor(s): ---
- Apprentice(s): ---
- Family: Clan Brokarra, House Verd
- Significant Other: ---
- Siblings: ---
- Offspring: ---
- Extended Family: ---
(+) Lady MacGyver: Having spent the majority of her life calling a crash site home, Skorri has developed a knack for junky, yet creative, solutions. For example, where one man sees a bent piece of Alusteel, Skorri sees thirteen different tools.
(+) Queen of the Jungle: Surviving on the moon of Onderon calls for wielding adaptability as a weapon. This is a trait that has cultivated Skorri for years. Whether it be by bow, knife, or otherwise, she is a natural predator with a knack for modifying her strategies on the fly. After all, on Dxun one has to adapt or die.
(-) Monolingual: Being fluent in her native language did not affect Skorri much during her Jungle days. However, in a Galaxy dominated by a tongue she does not understand, communication with the average joe becomes a chore. At most, Skorri can manage severely broken, words in Galactic Basic.
(-) Automantonophobia: Modern technology is a rather jarring concept for Skorri; one that breeds frustration or fear because she does not understand. In particular, she has an extreme aversion to Droids.
Notable Possessions
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- Weaponry: ---
- Primary Transport: ---
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Apprentice [ I ] - Knight [ II ] - Master [ III ] - Specialist [ IV ]
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Biography
For as long as I can remember, there have only been Monsters.
Dxun.
Long ago, this storied world was held in Mandalorian hands. However, Four Hundred Years of Darkness changed that. In fact, the ravages of the Gulag Plague changed everything. I was too young to understand the extent of the damage the disease had wrought; too young and too naive. Back then, just as my people struggled back on their feet, I was just a child. I looked at the voyage to the stars just as a youngling would: with wonder and excitement. But what awaited us on that planet...We weren't ready.
To put it briefly, my House had deemed it necessary to explore the worlds of our people. Scouting and Scavenging missions in the hopes of bringing back valuables to Mandalore. Dxun was the world assigned to us, but once we arrived the so-called movement of the spheres caught us off guard. The influx of atmospheric pressure...the gravitational forces...we crashed. Badly. A large portion of our group perished the second the ship hit the ground. They were the lucky ones. The rest of us were left stranded on a world far from home. No means of contact. No means of return. And everything that moved wanted us dead.
That was the lovely place I called home.
It seemed as though everything was stacked against us. It seemed as though we were doomed to die on Dxun. But that's the funny thing about Mandalorians: we adapt. It took trial, error, and a heap of luck...but we managed to weather the storm. In time, the national borders opened up enough that we caught a ride off world. But the truth is, you never really leave a jungle like that behind. We survivors, we've stuck together since and even call each other family. Clan Brokarra to be exact. Means something along the lines of: "Defiers of Destiny."
Fitting, right?
