Delaney Wilder
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“Never look back.”
ALIAS: WALKER DUCARTE
SPECIES: NEAR-HUMAN
AGE: LATE TWENTIES
GENDER: MALE
HEIGHT: 6’0
BUILD: FIT
EYES: GREY/BLUE
HAIR: BROWN
FORCE SENSITIVE: NO
LOOSE AFFILIATION: OUTER RIM COALITION
EMPLOYMENT:
STRENGTHS:
[ A PARTICULAR SET OF SKILLS ] - Strangely enough Walker knows a fair amount of things about a number of subjects. From survival in the wilderness, to proper handling of explosives and how to repair a sub-capital ship with nothing but his brains and a roll of duct-tape. (Okay, maybe also a servodriver)
WEAKNESSES:
[ INEPT FIGHTER ] - Can’t win a fight for the life of him, unless he cheats.
[ FACE ] - Some facial scanners build by pre-collapse Mandalorians might ID him with a different name, occupation and lineage.
BIOGRAPHY:
Once upon a time a man was born a Mandalorian to one of the many Clans rallying around the world of Mandalore. From a young age it was made clear that he did not fit within this culture of warriors, but loath to disappoint his mother - a renowned bounty hunter and mercenary - the lad continued to do his best. Years passed and he became good in two things: talking the talk and repairing what needed to be repaired. Good qualities, if you were born in Clan Dem’adas, but not so good in… other clans.
He tinkered with ships, repaired tools and old tech for his clan and loitered around, until the invasion of Roche. His mother forced him to follow her and follow her he did.
Chaos, madness, bloodshed and mania; these were the things the man saw during the fight. His mother pulled into the depths of outer space, while trying to save as many civilians as she could, was another thing he saw. On the other side of the bulk door, staring, crying, fleeing.
The Mandalorian did not look back.
Whilst his former brethren and sisters celebrated and recounted the days of glory to remember the dead, the man stole a ship and left.
Months later he found out that the Clans had collapsed, Mandalore in ruins and their culture spread across the Galaxy in a diaspora of refugees and mercenaries.
But Walker Ducarte could not find it within himself to care.
Instead he kept running.