Lord Gaius
Chosen
Gaius Vel was a big man by anyones standard. Not just in height, standing at six-foot-three, but in muscle. He was laden in it, his body rippled and flexed with every strike of his hammer. The art of Beskarsmithing was a sacred one, and that which he would not reveal easily, even to his fellow Mandalorians. He stood in a forge, six kilometres from his homestead on Concord Dawn, and it felt as if that both day and night, someone was coming around to order the smithing of their own personal Beskar'gam, not that he didn't mind. It was his profession, after all. Though he tirelessly laboured on his own project, the pinnacle of his career. The masterpiece. In his eyes, it would be perfection. He had little time in the coming days for the projects of others, even if it meant he was to be paid. They could wait.