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Fyell Rau
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Faction: Mandalorian
Rank: Marauder
Species: Human
Age: 19
Homeworld: Concord Dawn
Gender: Male
Height: 6''1
Weight: 165 lbs
Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde to a Silver
Eye Colour: Brown
Skin: Pale
Force Sensitivity: No
Appearance:
Fyell is a taller boy with platinum swept back hair and pierced ears. You can often see him wearing more pompous outfits then any typical Mandalorian with nicely sown tunics with intrigue patterns clearly inspired by far away fashion. On his shoulder forearms and ankles he wears traditional Mandalorian armour which had belongs to his mother and father in particular the left shouldered of his father's heavy armour.
Personality:
Fyell has made quite a name for himself among his fellow Mandalorians of his clan but not exactly in the food way. Fyell is very insecure about his manhood, constantly doing stupid things to impress his peers, he's maybe a little bit self aware at this point because he admits he does have antics. Loud, flamboyant, arrogant, cocky and a clown would be a few words to define him. Being surrounded by warriors and frankly not being the most refined one himself has made him cocky and desperate do anything to fit in, sure he knows how to fight but other things matter more to him like fashion, music and especially romance, despite the fact he's a hopeless romantic who's never kissed anybody and can't talk and hyperventilates around anybody attractive, nevertheless he acts like he has game that he doesn't.
Attributes:
Fyell is a skilled fighter for his age. He’s a pretty decent shot with any blaster and carries two around on his person, but most of all excels with his trusty Vibroblade, spending years studying fighting styles from all over the cosmos. Like most members of Clan Rau, Fyell is also a competent pilot learning how to from a young age. As for non-combat skills, Fyell is a self proclaimed tailor and has a keen eye for fashion, he also has a knack for botany, learning a lot from his mother.
Backstory:
Fyell was born happy and healthy on Concord Dawn to two loving parents, Lyle and Sera Rau, Sera Rau was a botanist and Lyle Rau was one of his towns raiders. Fyell’s early years were spend at home with his mom since his dad was often busy with raiding affairs, from a young age seeing his dad was a rare sight. Because of his mother's profession he grew a fondness for gardening and by extension a lot of other more effeminate hobby’s that he was teased for constantly by his far more masculine peers in his eyes. When Fyell was eight his village was attacked when many of the warriors were out of town, the locals were outnumbered five to one but somehow they managed to fight them off with only minimal damage and casualties, unfortunately one of those casualties was Fyell’s mother Sera. Lyle and the other warriors returned to the village before the end of the day to aid any way they could.
Fyell spent most of his young life blaming himself since at the time he was unable to do anything to help and was told to hide. This event was what sparked a at the time out of character interest of his, a yearning to fight and protect his family, his father was surprised but obliged, to that day Fyell had had no combat training due to general disinterest and how busy both his parents were. he was a good warrior and a good teacher but to be frank he was not a good dad, he sort of made Sera worry about that party and she was happy about that, in the end they ended up teaching each other a lot.
Slowly, Fyell learned how to fight and Lyle slowly but eventually learned how to actually respect his son and be a functioning father figure. Fyell learned fast, becoming decent with a blaster and in a ship but he excelled with blade combat even at a younger age the most being able to give his father a run for his credits. Unfortunately he was unable to obtain his own armour mainly due to the lack of income thanks to his dad now being a single parent but he didn't mind much, he fashioned pieces of his mother's armour into his own, using his skills with fashion to make it look as eye catching as possible.
When Fyell was fifteen he set off on his Verd'goten, later than most due to his train starting later than usual, in his clan the trial was a journey experiencing the harshness of the galaxy first hand accompanied by his father. Out here he learned all sorts of things, the three months were the three months he ever felt closest to his father and on the last day his father gave him a earing made out of the fang of an Anooba, the first animal he had slain on his Verd'goten and told him how proud he was for dealing with his antics, how he'd always be there for him and how Sera would be smiling down on him.
With Fyell's initiation complete him and his dad settles back into life at the village but not two months after the clan received a message from Clan Ordo claiming they seeked to speak with some of their clan members to reopen official communications and at least return to neutrality between their clans. Lyle, being one of the more high ranking members of the village obliged and was taken as escort to the meeting. Turns out the entire event was a trick, none of the warriors sent survived. Fyell had nobody. His mother's death was a tragedy but their was a vague mutual agreement that it happened in a raid on fair grounds, this was not fair, all this did was leave a foul taste in Fyell's mouth, so unlike his mother's death this time he didn't want acceptance, he wanted justice. So for the past four years he's trained more and more, awaiting the day he can get his revenge but he knows he can't do it alone so he waits until he can, for now there are more important thing to worry about, he need to focus on his village and the uprising, the here and the now.
Equipment:
-Vibroblade (Broadsword)
-NX-13 Grapple Pistol [Link]
-Shriek Hawk Blaster Rifle [Link]
-Strill Blaster Pistol [Link]
-A lot of clothing
-Mandalorian Armor (Mixture of his parents)
Ship:
MM8 Bromeliad [Link]
Kills:
Roleplays:
Relationships:
[Lover] [Enemy] [Mentor] [Ally] [Friend] [Family] [Rival]
*Keep in mind this is all from Fyell's point of view*
[Theme]
Faction: Mandalorian
Rank: Marauder
Species: Human
Age: 19
Homeworld: Concord Dawn
Gender: Male
Height: 6''1
Weight: 165 lbs
Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde to a Silver
Eye Colour: Brown
Skin: Pale
Force Sensitivity: No
Appearance:
Fyell is a taller boy with platinum swept back hair and pierced ears. You can often see him wearing more pompous outfits then any typical Mandalorian with nicely sown tunics with intrigue patterns clearly inspired by far away fashion. On his shoulder forearms and ankles he wears traditional Mandalorian armour which had belongs to his mother and father in particular the left shouldered of his father's heavy armour.
Personality:
Fyell has made quite a name for himself among his fellow Mandalorians of his clan but not exactly in the food way. Fyell is very insecure about his manhood, constantly doing stupid things to impress his peers, he's maybe a little bit self aware at this point because he admits he does have antics. Loud, flamboyant, arrogant, cocky and a clown would be a few words to define him. Being surrounded by warriors and frankly not being the most refined one himself has made him cocky and desperate do anything to fit in, sure he knows how to fight but other things matter more to him like fashion, music and especially romance, despite the fact he's a hopeless romantic who's never kissed anybody and can't talk and hyperventilates around anybody attractive, nevertheless he acts like he has game that he doesn't.
Attributes:
Fyell is a skilled fighter for his age. He’s a pretty decent shot with any blaster and carries two around on his person, but most of all excels with his trusty Vibroblade, spending years studying fighting styles from all over the cosmos. Like most members of Clan Rau, Fyell is also a competent pilot learning how to from a young age. As for non-combat skills, Fyell is a self proclaimed tailor and has a keen eye for fashion, he also has a knack for botany, learning a lot from his mother.
Backstory:
Fyell was born happy and healthy on Concord Dawn to two loving parents, Lyle and Sera Rau, Sera Rau was a botanist and Lyle Rau was one of his towns raiders. Fyell’s early years were spend at home with his mom since his dad was often busy with raiding affairs, from a young age seeing his dad was a rare sight. Because of his mother's profession he grew a fondness for gardening and by extension a lot of other more effeminate hobby’s that he was teased for constantly by his far more masculine peers in his eyes. When Fyell was eight his village was attacked when many of the warriors were out of town, the locals were outnumbered five to one but somehow they managed to fight them off with only minimal damage and casualties, unfortunately one of those casualties was Fyell’s mother Sera. Lyle and the other warriors returned to the village before the end of the day to aid any way they could.
Fyell spent most of his young life blaming himself since at the time he was unable to do anything to help and was told to hide. This event was what sparked a at the time out of character interest of his, a yearning to fight and protect his family, his father was surprised but obliged, to that day Fyell had had no combat training due to general disinterest and how busy both his parents were. he was a good warrior and a good teacher but to be frank he was not a good dad, he sort of made Sera worry about that party and she was happy about that, in the end they ended up teaching each other a lot.
Slowly, Fyell learned how to fight and Lyle slowly but eventually learned how to actually respect his son and be a functioning father figure. Fyell learned fast, becoming decent with a blaster and in a ship but he excelled with blade combat even at a younger age the most being able to give his father a run for his credits. Unfortunately he was unable to obtain his own armour mainly due to the lack of income thanks to his dad now being a single parent but he didn't mind much, he fashioned pieces of his mother's armour into his own, using his skills with fashion to make it look as eye catching as possible.
When Fyell was fifteen he set off on his Verd'goten, later than most due to his train starting later than usual, in his clan the trial was a journey experiencing the harshness of the galaxy first hand accompanied by his father. Out here he learned all sorts of things, the three months were the three months he ever felt closest to his father and on the last day his father gave him a earing made out of the fang of an Anooba, the first animal he had slain on his Verd'goten and told him how proud he was for dealing with his antics, how he'd always be there for him and how Sera would be smiling down on him.
With Fyell's initiation complete him and his dad settles back into life at the village but not two months after the clan received a message from Clan Ordo claiming they seeked to speak with some of their clan members to reopen official communications and at least return to neutrality between their clans. Lyle, being one of the more high ranking members of the village obliged and was taken as escort to the meeting. Turns out the entire event was a trick, none of the warriors sent survived. Fyell had nobody. His mother's death was a tragedy but their was a vague mutual agreement that it happened in a raid on fair grounds, this was not fair, all this did was leave a foul taste in Fyell's mouth, so unlike his mother's death this time he didn't want acceptance, he wanted justice. So for the past four years he's trained more and more, awaiting the day he can get his revenge but he knows he can't do it alone so he waits until he can, for now there are more important thing to worry about, he need to focus on his village and the uprising, the here and the now.
Equipment:
-Vibroblade (Broadsword)
-NX-13 Grapple Pistol [Link]
-Shriek Hawk Blaster Rifle [Link]
-Strill Blaster Pistol [Link]
-A lot of clothing
-Mandalorian Armor (Mixture of his parents)
Ship:
MM8 Bromeliad [Link]
Kills:
Roleplays:
Concluded = Thread concluded
Ongoing = Thread unfinished
Limbo = Thread in a purgatory state for reasons usually mentioned
Dead = Thread incomplete and won't be continued
Ongoing = Thread unfinished
Limbo = Thread in a purgatory state for reasons usually mentioned
Dead = Thread incomplete and won't be continued
Relationships:
[Lover] [Enemy] [Mentor] [Ally] [Friend] [Family] [Rival]
*Keep in mind this is all from Fyell's point of view*
