Nynn Dovo the Bounty Hunter

[Alexander Dregar]

Nynn in armor

Nynn out of armor


NAME: Nynn Dovo
FACTION: Independent
RANK: Bounty Hunter/Mercenary
SPECIES: Mando’ad (Human)
AGE: 23 standard years.
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: Without Armor: 182.88 cm.
WEIGHT: 82 kilograms
EYES: Grey
HAIR: Red
SKIN: White, tan.
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Rarely takes off armor, unless on ship, or on Mandalore. Thirty-three names tattooed on her arms. The Mandalorian crest is tattooed on her back.
FORCE SENSITIVE: No

STRENGTH: Well above average strength for a human
DEXTERITY: Above average dexterity. She practices every day, giving her a high level of agility.
CONSTITUTION: Rarely gets sick, is in great health.
INTELLIGENCE: Knows just enough to get herself into trouble. However is very good at problem solving.
WISDOM: Nynn knows right from wrong, but that doesn’t stop her from doing what she likes.
CHARISMA: None existent, unless you count intimidation as a form of Charisma

FORCE POWERS: None


SKILLS:
First Aid
Advanced Tactics
Blaster combat
Hand to hand fighting
Sword and knife fighting
Piloting
Droid Maintenance
Demolitions
Tracking
Trap setting

LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Trained in Mandalorian Sword Combat


STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:

Strengths:
Strong
Agile
Well trained in military tactics
Incredible blaster shot
Well trained in demolitions
Good pilot
Good at problem solving
Incredible at hand to hand fighting
Good at tracking and trapping prey

Weaknesses:
Unable to put self in other peoples shoes
Arrogent
Pushes herself self past limits
Not a charming person
Angers easily
Relies on suit and other electronics perhaps to much
Few allies
Not as intelligent as she would like
Unable to use even an ounce of the force

GEAR: Unless stated otherwise
Armor; blaster carbine; blaster pistol x 2; fragmentation grenades x 3; thermal detonator x 1; high power vibro-knife; communications system; miniature tracking devices x 3; extra power cells x 3; basic first aid kit; e-rations for five days; water; and jetpack.

SHIP:
Revenge of Ieria http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?42751-Revenge-of-Ieria

Shipboard AI
Name: Ieri
Make up: High level AI system that is connected to an advanced computer system, and networked throughout the ship. Given advanced programming and access to learning software.
Function: Control of entire ship, can act as pilot, co-pilot, gunner, navigator, communications officer, and sensor operator, as well as be the ship smart ass.

DROIDS:

R4-S7
Model: R4 Series Astromech droid.
Nickname: Senna

PK-535
Model: PK-Series Worker droid
Nickname: Sparks

M7-DW
Model: M7 military protocol droid.
Nickname: Ferson

D8365-F
Model: Generic Medical Droid
Nickname: George

PETS: None

PERSONALITY:
While her loyalty lies with the Mandalore, she spends her time hunting in the outer rim, sending her tributes to her people with every successful hunt. Just because she isn’t there the help with the farming, the manufacturing, or other jobs that need to be doing, does not mean she does not do her part to see to the well being of the whole. Still, she returns to Mandalorian space from time to time, to check in, and do her part, in helping her vod.

Nynn holds onto her Mandalorian honor, never surrendering, or backing down from a fight. Once she takes a mission, it is either accomplished or she will lay dead and broken, there are no alternatives.

Her retains her sense of camaraderie that was built into her during its life with the Mandalorians, and protects those she fights alongside of with her life, earning respect on the battlefield. A bounty hunter, she relishes the chase, and the hunt, taking great pride in the capture. However, while she may have left Mandalore, as she is all that is left of her clan, she remembers her promise. Should the Mandalore call, she will answer, dropping everything else to heed it.

Still, Nynn can be over confident, abrasive, arrogant, and outright rude to those around her. Unless of course, they happen to be other Mando’ad, then she is all respect.

BIOGRAPHY:

I grew up on Manda'yaim, happy as could be. Training for battle beside my buirs, my ori‘vod, and my entire aliit. Raised to respect, and to serve the aliit, to put honor and victory before my own life. I was taught to protect my vod, and fight along side them in glorious battle. Trained in many martial arts, how to pilot, how to shoot a blaster, how to kill in a thousand different ways, my favorite was when I was taught how to be of aid to my vod when they were injured. Excelling at it all, I was the youngest of my aliit, and their pride of me was strong.

My life was grand, and glorious. We were a small aliit of only thirty-four, and I was the youngest. So, when my thirteenth birthday was only a few months away, they planned a mission and invited me to go with them, to fight beside them for the first time. I was still aliit, but they were giving me the chance to become a full Mando’ad. The mission as to help the government on a small planet called Ieria clear out some thieves, wild animals and other miscreants who had hidden in the mountains.

We were to meet the local militia group and support them, since the area was large, and the pay quite well, all thirty-four of us went, even the elderly. Dressed for battle in basic armor, carrying a blaster carbine, I must have looked quite the young warrior. To bad, for it was all a trap. And we walked right into it. Sixty-eight men, assassins had set a trap, the moment we walked into the meeting spot, the explosions and gun fire began. A dozen were killed in the first blast, I was just knocked off my feet. I recovered quickly and began firing, I know I injured at least three, if not outright killed them, before the first blast hit my right shoulder. Almost dropping the gun, I went down to a knee, but I aimed and fired, I know I killed that one, a blaster bolt right between the eyes will do that to you. But I was just a child, I had no experience in this. I did well, I will admit that, at least three injuries and one known kill. Not bad. But this…was a slaughter. My aliit gave as good at they got.

That is when the second bolt hit me in my side, only partially cauterizing the wound, blood still slowly seeping out of it. That is when I saw my ori’vod, my hero, my big brother, blood covering his body, and with his final breath, pushed me to the ground and shielded my wounded body with his, now dead flesh. Two other of my vod did the same as they died, knowing for the moment I couldn’t move do to my wound, their final thoughts about protecting their vod, the object of their pride, their ad’ika.

When the fighting stopped, and I came to, the fighting had stopped, I pushed the bodies of those I loved off me, sitting in a small pool of my own blood. Everyone was dead, my entire aliit. But the bodies of countless enemies strew the ground as well. Smelling fire and hearing voices, I took the knife off my ori’vod and moved silently to their camp, rage filling me. But what could a small injured ad do against them?

As it turns out, they were badly injured themselves and tired from the fighting. Only six of them remained. I felt pride, and despair. My aliit fought bravely and defeated many of the enemy. I snuck, and carefully, I slit the throat of the sentry guarding them. Solus. One was taking a leak in the bushes, he was next. T’ad. Then one went to look for the two missing. Ehn. By now they knew something was up. Half of them were missing, the other three scrambled, and I acted. Like a demon in blood lust, I rushed them, stabbing one in the eye as he tried to find his gun. Cuir. Pulling it out I rushed the closest one, slashing his throat and face. Rayshe’a. The last one by this time had his gun and aimed it at me, so I threw my blade, it landed perfect, like I had been taught, right in his heart, but at that moment he fired. Resol.

I fell back, a shot to the stomach from a hold out blaster. But my aliit had been avenged. I didn’t know why they attacked us, or who they were, and truly I didn’t care. They were all dead now too. I felt I would soon join them, my life blood rushing out of me, my body damaged, three blaster bolts were not easy to just shrug off for one so small. I was happy, I would be gone soon too, but I had avenged them, and fought to the last breath for my honor, and even though we all would be gone, we had victory. Darkness soon overtook me.

Strangely, I woke up. I never expected to see the light again, but there it was. I had been saved by the sole survivor of the militia who those same men had ambushed and killed the day before. He then took me to a doctor, and it was there I awoke. I was badly injured still. They didn’t have much bacta but had used much of their month’s supply on me. However, I was bed ridden, and would be for some time. They nursed me back to help, and I grieved as anyone should, when they lose everyone they have ever known and loved in a single night. I had gotten vengeance, so grief was my right.

Six months I was in the hospital recovering. Vod of one of my buir came to take our ships back, I told them I wished to remain here to recover and pay off my debt to these people when I was done. They agreed. They also informed me, all the aliit’s resources were now mine, I was the only one left. For six months after I healed up, I stayed and helped train the militia, do chores, and used myself to pay off the debt I felt I owed. By the end, it was like I had a new family in that small town. I contacted those my buir considered Vod and I informed them I would be staying on the planet for some time. I had much to learn. They agreed, it wasn’t like there was anything I was supposed to do. During this time guilt began to fill me. I was alive, but I shouldn’t be. The pain of losing it all, I felt like I was a disgrace to the Mand’alore.

Then one day working, it hit me. I was not a disgrace. I was just a survivor who had lost everything they knew and loved. There was nothing wrong feeling sorry for yourself for a moment, but this had gone on long enough. I survived, nothing I could do could change the fact my aliit had died. Nothing could bring them back. Still, I had managed to make sure not even one of the aruetii who attacked us escaped alive. I have had my gra'tua the night the deed was done.

I was nearly fourteen by this time. I left the planet and returned home to Manda'yaim. Holding my head high I returned to the now empty home, and made sure I, and no one else, would ever forget my aliit. Tattooing their names on my arms, and putting a memorial in the house with the names of the fallen. Each day I would remember them and move on. Never forget the fallen and what they taught you, but neither despair on the fact they are gone.

Working hard in the fields, and on missions, I made a name for myself, and by the age of sixteen was considered a powerful warrior, and a dutiful daughter of my people. However, I yearned for open space. I had armor made for me, in the blue and silver of the colors of my aliit. They may be gone, but so long as I lived the aliit lived, their name lived, and they would never be forgotten. So, I believed that this new chapter in my life should begin on the planet where the old one ended. Using the money I had saved up as well as the money left to me, I went back to Ieria and there had a ship made for me. I purchased droids, as well. When it was finished I took it home and of course, and outfitted it, like only Mando’ad can.

Then I left, but I was not leaving for good. Out into the stars, I began bounty hunting and acting as a mercenary. I returned to my people time and again to share my stories about the outer rim, of my missions, and to receive the companionship of my own people. I work to bring the name of the Mando’ad to the farthest reaches of the galaxy, so all will know we are strong, and to fear us. However, war is brewing, I expect to be called in any day now, and will gladly answer the call. I will not shirk from my duty and my promise, for I am Mando’ad.

KILLS: None

BOUNTIES COLLECTED: None

DUELING RING MATCHES: None

GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES: None

ROLE-PLAYS: None

 

[Orphen]

Great lookin' profile man ^^

after resizing those pictures it looks pretty sweet i must say

 

[Kiro]

I wish I could agree with Solaire.

It's an interesting profile, certainly. You mangled a few Mandalorian concepts, however. First of all, "Mando'a" is the Language, not the people or the Mandalorian Oversoul, the Manda. That, and you mispelld "Aliit" as "Aliik" a few times, but that's mostly just me being nitpicky.

Also, I'd lower the age of his first mission to twelve or thirteen. Mandalorians are recognized as a full warrior and adult at the age of thirteen, having passed their Warrior's Trial. Again, not really a big deal.

But, now we come to the "Big Deals". Firstly, the "genderless" thing. Amongst Mandalorians, gender doesn't exist. They word for mother and father, son and daughter, brother and sister, are all the same. They make no distinction between them. They have words for male and female, but that's mostly just for the purposes of identification. So Jeron making a huge deal of it seems quite pointless. That, and I see utterly no reason for why he would WANT to make himself 'genderless', due to such shame.

And by the way you've written this character, he is no longer Mandalorian. He ran away. Sure, he might be traumatized, but he still ran away. He denied his Mandalorian heritage. He hides inside that armour, which isn't Mandalorian armour, because it doesn't follow the Mandalorian designs (including the T-shaped visor), and he doesn't follow the Resol'nare.

In accordance with the Resol'nare, the rhyme outlined the importance of learning the Mandalorian language of Mando'a, wearing Mandalorian armor, being able to defend one's family and self, being loyal to the Mand'alor, and raising one's children with those values.

From reading this profile, I can't see anything Mandalorian left in him. All I see is a scared little child that refuses to face what he did or didn't do, and has denounced all of his heritage. He dishonoured his Aliit by not using his name. He dishonoured himself by running away. He dishonoured his people by concealing what he is.

I AM NOT saying this is a BAD profile, by any means. I think it's a neat idea, in fact. But I'm just pointing out that this character would most definately be Dar'manda. No longer Mandalorian, and considered soulless by any Mandalorian.

 

[Vencu]

^

Which is why it doesn't make much sense for him to maintain his connection to the Mandalorians. If he ran away out of shame, he's shamed himself even more by doing so. He's both a coward and lost soul. A hut'uun and dar'manda. If he is completely lost to his culture, why is he still willing to answer the call of Mandalore? It's a contradiction. The genderless thing has merit, but not in this instance... when I first read through the profile, I thought he might be a Killik Joiner or maybe a Mando that USED to be a Killik Joiner and retained that odd behavior in the way he refers to himself. Perhaps that's worth consideration? It would make more sense and give him a unique flare that few other characters have claim to.

 

[Alexander Dregar]

Well, I appriciate your input. You don't get better unless someone comes along and critiques you. This will by my first mandalorian type character I have ever made, in about ten years of rping in star wars forums, so any advice you can give me is very much appriciated. I will correct all the smaller deals, and then re-work the story some. Thank you so much for the critique! And I actually mean that, can't make an omlette without breaking eggs!

As for the aliit being spelled Aliik, well for some reason my auto-correct thinks its how it should be spells, I will turn that off and go through and fix it, any other smaller mistakes I made? I will get to work on rewritting the story some as well. I guess it would be just as effective in mando armor, and, the name I guess can be their original name. And you all make great points, thanks Vencu and Kiro!

 

[Apollyon]

While what Kiro said is true for the most part I think the delivery could have used a bit more polish. First of all woman (on average no offense ment) tend to not be on the physical par of an average male. Thus, historically you don't see many female warriors in cultures such as the Vikings or other Celtic tribes. Not saying there weren't ANY or that their women couldn't whoop ass when need be but usually the men went to war. So imo her striving to be "genderless" could make sense on the other hand she is a mando and shouldn't be ashamed of ANYTHING.

Side note: Mando kids are trained to fight as soon as they walk, think like the Spartan boys only for ALL genders.