Korun
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Korun
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ALIAS/NAME: Korun, 20, duhonocha'ta votetka
FACTION: Mandalorian Dominion
RANK: SuperCommando
SPECIES: Korunnai
SEX: Male
AGE: 24
HEIGHT: 6'
WEIGHT: 235lbs
EYE COLOR: Brown
HAIR COLOR: Black
SKIN COLOR: Brown
MARKINGS: Many most prominent as listed: Tattoos on back, chest and arms. Shock and burn marks on back. Knife scars on forearms. Puncture wounds on chest.
ORIENTATION: Brown
LANGUAGE(S):
Basic: Spoken, Limited Written
Huttese: Spoken
Twi'leki: Spoken
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, Untrained
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Biography
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A breath, a heartbeat, an eternity later? It was an unusual day, he was fed and washed down. Clothed in new(er) clothes then lead down a corridor of the ship he had never been down before and up the turbolift.. he had never recalled going up. It was then he met his master so many years later. At first he was simply thrown to the plush carpeted floor a gammoreon on either side holding his arms while a third forced his head down, eye on the carpet. Still Korun managed to get a good look at the mans very fancy boots. "Let him up." He sneered in basic. The man's slim features were taught with muscle. Skin as white as the hottest start, hair darker the the blackness of space and eyes that matched the durasteel walls of his cell. Korun knew instinctively this man was evil and needed to die. The man clasped his hands behind his back and looked out the view-port for a moment "You are the last of the twenty others you have known. To think the least favored would become the greatest fighter and survivor. Continue to do well and you will live comfortably and that is all any of us could ask for no? I am a generous master and for this accomplishment you may have anything you wish. Well.." the mans face turned and smirked briefly at Korun "Aside from your freedom. You pose a significant investment after all." the man waited a moment then urged Korun "Well? Speak." Korun had hardly been ever allowed to speak let alone the impossibility of being able to ask for something and judging from the man's look he hardly had time to think. He cleared his throat, not trusting his voice to speak at first. "A teacher.. I wish to learn.. things." his limited knowledge unable to utter it in any other way. The nagai frowned a moment "A teacher? You have had many teachers.. ah you mean a woman!" he chuckled "Very well.. continue to do well and you will have what you desire." Korun was then lead from his master's office his face etched in his mind. He was lead to a new larger cell to be housed in and life went on as usual, training, eating, and sleeping. After his next bout his galaxy changed.
That was when he met Jupsole the female twi'lek. She of course had the same misconception that his Nagai master had, but after a bout of awkward conversation came to an understanding. She wasn't much more educated then himself, but she taught him all the same. They only had an hour or two each day and for the first time Korun held a conscious concept of time and more importantly something to look forward to every day. She taught him what she could and he learned about the ship they were on and the languages she knew and anything else. He was on a ship that held other slaves and a black market and existed as a center of all manner of criminal activity. It was an almost blissful year by comparison until one day she stopped showing up. Weeks went by on through their grind until one of the guards mockingly told him his girlfriend had be sold to someone else. In a blind rage he charged the force field guarding keeping in his cell and as the Force would have it a Republic corvette had dropped out of hyperspace and fire upon the aging ship damaging its power systems. As the ship blinked to emergency power the force field failed and he took out his weeks of anger and frustration out on the guard. Once his anger was spent he simply sat there on the dead man until a stun ray from the boarding party knocked him unconscious. He was processed at the nearest planet where they gave him a stipend and sent him on his way.He did what any sane person whose entire life was turned upside down would do. He found the nearest cantina started up a 'tab' without knowing what it was and proceeded to have himself a good drink. After nursing one for a long time he reflected on his total lack of knowledge on what to do next he gave himself a look around the place. A myriad of races he had only glimpsed at before were in the place and several he didn't know at all until his eyes ended up on a group of what he later discovered were Mandalorians. The other patrons seemed to give them a bit of a wider berth then some of of the others and he figured he might as well go and figure out why. Normally he wouldn't be quite so brazen but the buzz was a new experience and he sidled on over to the group and did what he thought was a polite request to join them. After some explaining they let him join, probably to satisfy their own curiosity once he looked back on it. They then had the short gritty version of the who and whats of the Mandalorian culture. To Korun it seemed like a good enough place. They could use someone like him and he didn't know of any other prospects at the time so he voiced his interest. As the force would have it they were heading back to the heart of the Dominion itself and offered a ride for a token amount.
Once on Mandalore he had to almost laugh a the similarities of his former life. It was a grueling process of boot camp training and vetting and getting used to a world without a ceiling was going to take some adjustment and he could certainly learn how to handle a blaster better. To their credit they made them passably efficient at it. Survival training was even more difficult for someone who had never had to hunt for a meal in their life let alone someone who hadn't even seen more then a single plant at a time. Using the selfsame perseverance that allowed him to live all his years he pushed on through it and resolved to study more on the subject. Finally after a year of the finest instruction that Mandalore could provide they cleared him as proficient in all areas required for duty.
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Personality
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Powers,Skills &Abilities
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Bladed Weapons: His favored choice of fighting tool. He loved getting close up and personal with the ones he is fighting and showed an early aptitude in it. Years of training and fighting have honed it to a near masterful degree.
Hand to Hand: Overshadowed slightly by his use of blades a main discipline with his training is never truely useless without a weapon.
Primitive Ranged Weapons:More experienced with using primitive weapons such as bows, crossbows, and slug throwers for entertainment purposes. At a level greater then your trained soldier.
Blaster Weapons: On par with the average soldier.
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Equipment
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Nova 67 Blaster Carbine
Heavy Blaster Pistol
CCT Mandalorian Armor
Cortosis Weave Vibrosword
Brace of throwing knives (4)
Stun Grenades (4)
Medkit
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