Ze'bast Verd
Character
Ze’bast Verd
| Age | Late 20s |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 6’3” |
| Weight | 190 lbs |
| Force Sensitive | Yes |
| Force Rank | Master |
| Affiliation | Mandalorian Empire |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Ze’bast is a hardened Mandalorian warrior, distinguished by his short, dark, and tightly curled hair that fades seamlessly into a meticulously kept beard. His medium brown complexion bears the marks of a life lived in constant battle. His body is etched with scars and long-healed gashes, each a silent testament to skirmishes survived and foes overcome. Ze’bast carries himself with the stoic poise of a seasoned tactician. His presence is commanding without arrogance, steady and deliberate like the step of a man who knows the weight of both honor and consequence. The traditionally worn beskar’gam is a deep seated purple. His helmet has gold embroidering around the t-shape visor as Zarbak horns protrude from its crown.
INVENTORY
Weapons:
Lightsaber x1
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Ze’bast is a man of sharp edges and unspoken depths, shaped by a life of battle, survival, and contradiction. He’s blunt, sardonic, and often difficult to read, preferring action over empty words. Trust doesn’t come easy to him. Its earned only through hardship and shared scars. Though his exterior is hardened and often intimidating, he possesses a calculating mind and a deep, if buried, sense of loyalty to those who’ve proven themselves. He doesn’t follow orders blindly and has little patience for dogma. Ze’bast chose instead to live by a personal code built from the fragments of his upbringing, the teachings of the Force, and his own hard-earned experience.
Despite his affinity for the darker currents of the Force, Ze’bast is not consumed by them. He understands rage and fear as tools, not masters, and walks the line between control and chaos with unnerving precision. His temperament is steady in conflict but volatile when faced with betrayal or injustice. Beneath the armor and grit lies a man who’s constantly at war with his own nature, refusing to be defined by one side of any spectrum. He’s not out to save the galaxy, but if he’s in the fight, you’d be lucky to have him on your side.
STRENGTHS
Resilient
Analytical
WEAKNESSES
Overly Stoic
Apathetic
HISTORY
Ze’bast wasn’t always a hardened bastard, but he was born one—figuratively and literally. The child of a solitary Mandalorian mother, he was raised in the cold expanse of space aboard a drifting vessel orbiting the war-torn Mandalorian homeworld. His mother, a survivor of shattered clans, taught him the Mandalorian Creed not as a religion but as a shield—against loneliness, betrayal, and weakness. Though he never met his father in full, he inherited a fragmented understanding of the man: a mercenary with a code, a fighter who walked away from honor to find his own form of freedom. Ze’bast grew up chasing that contradiction.
From a young age, his life was war drills, weapons maintenance, hand-to-hand combat, and the constant hum of space around him. His body hardened early, and his mind followed. By his late teens, the walls of his inherited life had closed in, and he vanished into the wider galaxy seeking something more than tradition and orbiting debris.
It was in the Outer Rim, on a forsaken world touched by ancient energies, that Ze’bast crossed paths with a woman known only as "Verei,” a Force-sensitive exile who had once walked the path of both Jedi and Sith. She recognized the wild flicker of the Force within him, raw and undisciplined, and saw potential beneath his Mandalorian rigidity. Under her reluctant mentorship, he was taught the dualities of the Force: serenity and fury, control and passion, the push and the pull. Ze’bast leaned heavily toward the dark, drawn by its freedom and strength, but not its corruption. In time, he mastered balance not by suppression, but through calculated use of both aspects, forming a hybridized philosophy all his own.
Once his training was complete, his path took another turn. This time, less mystical and more mundane. After losing a bet over a high-stakes sparring match in a smoky cantina on Nar Shaddaa, Ze’bast found himself conscripted as a reluctant crewmember aboard a fellow Mandalorian’s warship. What began as a punishment became an education: in engineering, logistics, ship maintenance, and battlefield coordination. He learned to see war not just from the ground but from orbit, from the systems that fed it, and from the planning that sustained it. Every system had a weak point…every war, a spine waiting to snap.
Now, Ze’bast moves through the galaxy as a dangerous enigma: a Mandalorian by creed, a Force-wielder by choice, and a tactician by necessity. Neither Sith nor Jedi, neither hero nor mercenary. He is exactly what the moment demands. And if the galaxy can’t make room for someone like him?
He’ll carve one with flame and steel.