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Personality He carries a strict since of honor and pride for his culture. As a family man, he looks after his own and is really protective of his brothers in arms. Known to be somewhat of a muscle head because of his dedication to training. The weak don't have favor with him and he's not too forgiving when it comes to failures. People see him as a man with high hopes regardless of his situations. He usually likes to work alone, but does enjoy the company of others. The importance of teamwork, when needed, is not overlooked. The thrill of violence drives him even, whether it be fist fighting or a firefight. He has an uncanny dependence on firearms, but isn't afraid the crack a few skulls or break a few necks. A primary belief is that stealth is a vital part of taking down a target. "The more kills, greater the glory" is his personal motto. A wicked smile will occasionally grace his lips when he sees something he likes. He's often checking his arsenal or farming in his spare time. Gear SDL-23 Dart Launcher TX-23 "Fireworm" Heavy Blaster Pistol DH-17 Blaster Rifle M88A1 14.7x24 Auto Mandal SR10 Beskar'gam AM-291 Garand Blaster Rifle- Standard Model Biography Intro Growing up as a Mandalorian was never easy for anyone. The high expectations the inner will to fight. Raised to be a warrior. They were expected to be the best and fight like the best. Sephirium was taught from birth to never fail. If you failed, you get back up and start all over. His strict upbringing always kept him on his toes. If it wasn't training, then it was farming. If it wasn't farming, it was hunting. This cycle went on since he was at the age of 5. His father was a warrior regarded by many as a force to be reckoned with. He always looked up his to father like he couldn't do any wrong. His father trained him into a hardened warrior. Making sure the Mandalorian ways survived under his roof. His father even took the liberty of showing him how to repair beskar and durasteel. Because of the destruction of Clan Fett, his family settled about 30 km from anything major. The seclusion seemed peaceful, but not peaceful enough. You still had the occasional bandits that seemed to continue to attack them until their body count started to increase. Seph's Verd'goten seemed to be ages ago. The feeling of the extreme temperatures of the jungle. The heatwaves relentless to his skin. Causing the sweat to evaporate off his brow. The animals that lay at his feet bloodied. The rancor head he brought back as a trophy. It felt like a luxury just having the ability to survive the harsh terrain. After being conditioned into a hardened warrior at the age of 16, he left Concord Dawn to pursue a career as a mercenary. He spent 3 years hunting down bounties and assassinations. Even the once in awhile bodyguard position. He then spent two years fighting in an underground fighting league on Tatooine for a undisclosed crime syndicate. Mostly, doing it to increase his fighting capabilities and not really for the money. Trouble roused after he tried leaving, but that was taken care of quickly by killing the syndicate boss with his bare hands. The Beskar'gam At the age of 17, he took a temporary trip back to visit his 12 year old sister and his parents to discover that his father had taken a deadly blow to the chest by a blaster rifle. His father stood up straight getting up from his wooden chair at the kitchen table. "Sephirium, my son. I need to give you something," his father spoke softly as he started to walk toward the basement they spent a few years back making it habitable. His father tapped on the wall revealing a number pad, which he quickly registered 8 numbers into the system. The then wall quickly separated like sliding doors revealing a small armory. All these years had past and he knew nothing about this room. As they entered, Seph took in everything he could. The armory ranged from sniper rifles to dart launchers. It even came with a large number of explosives which didn't seem safe to have under the house. His father spoke breaking the silence, "For the last 5 generations from first born to first born, the Romaneri men used to wear and preserve this beskar. I already made adjustments to the armor weave preparing it for you." Seph didn't know what to say all he could do was marvel. He put on the beskar armor including the buy'ce. It fit like it was specially designed for him. No armor would better suit him than his own beskar. Red Thunder This wasn't just any ragtag mission. This was a mission of great importance that consisted of a lot of credits if he performed it right. His second mission outside of Concord Dawn. The assassination of a smuggler. Not many would miss the old bantha. According to the given description, the old smuggler was said to be delivering spice and supplies to opposing factions behind the employers back. The smuggler was draped in women headed into a cantina. He couldn't be any older than 45 that it seemed. Though it didn't matter. All that was important was his blood in the sand. Seph had borrowed a sniper rifle from his employer to give him an advantage from long range. There were too many guards around on the ground to take him out using hand to hand combative tactic. That was the way he really wanted to do it, but he didn't want to be dead either. The cantina entrance was around 40 meters away. He had the perfect view within his scope. The rooftops were clear and he wouldn't be spotted kneeling down right behind a ledge of butcher shop. This dustbin was dryer than dry a small city he never heard of on Tatooine. Patience was all he needed and it paid off. The smuggler stepped a foot out of the cantina. A sniper round pierced the smuggler's skull. The bullet went straight through without even stopping.. A large commotion erupted and guards swooped in from every street corner. Septh thought to himself that this couldn't get any easier, until he tripped on the rifle case that he placed right behind him. Explosives that were tucked in tightly on this utility build fell into the market place and he fell backwards into the crowd. BOOM!!! An explosion sent blood and splinter's everywhere leaving many people injured, dead, or dying. He had been wearing a red cloak and slowly began to get up. His ears ringing from all of the commotion. Smoke and sand traveled through the air like a storm. He gave a huge dry heaving cough. A huge gash was protruding from his chest. Nice, he thought. Having never obtained major injuries, but injured himself. A female bounty hunter who was sent to monitor the mission and take over if he failed, rushed to his side to aid him. She helped him get completely up and started to lead him away from the area. "You need to be more careful. This is what we get for sending a 16 year old kid to do a high paying bounty. You're lucky to have survived. I'm going to call you the Red Thunder. Lost of blood accompanying a huge explosion," she said before giving him shelter. He then passed out on a cot. Moving Onward Working started to become too easy. He hadn't met too many people he didn't like. The pay was good and he wasn't doing a lot of complaining. Many people fell to his blasters without hesitation. He became feared anytime he stepped a foot in a cantina or at a spaceport. The galaxy had become a crude place. A place where credits were to be made and self preservation is key. Riches and glory were only to be had. Glory to Mandalore!!! Ship Kar'aden "StarFury"-class Freighter- Modified with a Captain's Suite, consisting of a locker for weapons and armor that is locked with a pass code. Shadow Storm I- Ship that was found in a hanger that belonged to his family on Concord Dawn. Roleplay Development Describe how your character has developed since starting roleplay. Or briefly describe each roleplay you have completed and how they factor into your characters 'recent history.'
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