Hohenheim of Light
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Mavid's the name, capture is the game. I am a boy of Mand'alor descent and now a weapon to the Hutt Empire. While my loyalty is to the Hutt, I'm not the most... trust worthy guy if you catch my drift. I sold my closest friend for a pretty hefty price a few years back, in the process getting out of a huge debt! I'm sort of a jack-of-all-trades and am not scared of any Sith, Jedi or whatever I'm paid to do. Give me a gun, a sword... and I'm golden. How about my story, huh?
Born on Manda'lor, my father was a stocky farmer and mother was his quiet and loyal "trophy". My father was a terrible man; spending his days working and nights drinking and beating me and my mother. At the time, I was so young, I couldn't even conceive the thought of fighting back. Besides... what could I, a mere child do? So I let my father continue to beat me and my mother, suppressing the rage that was building up for years.
It wasn't until I reached the age of fifteen where I snapped. From the sheer trauma of the beatings, my mother suffered from a Heart Attack after my father threatened her with a pitch fork. Once before she witnessed him use this instrument on me, leading to several deep stabs into my stomach and scarring along my waists. Watching her fall to the floor, my heart began to race and I went wild. Grabbing a knife from the cutting board next to me, I proceeded to stab my father... fifteen times. Once for each year of my life he took away from me...
It was then I realized... I murdered my father. With my mother also dead on the floor, mere inches away, I understood that I would be charged for their deaths. My instinct quickly kicked in... and I ran. I ran for hours, till the night had fallen. I remember that night faintly... it was cold and I did my best at hiding my fear. I would not let anyone see me in that light. It wasn't long until I came across a cantina where silence had enveloped. For some reason... I was called to the cantina and proceeded to enter. It was there that my life was changed.
In the Cantina, was a lone patron. I guess that specific Cantina must've sucked, cause it was happy hour in most places. I noticed he had several glasses and he must've been loaded. If I was gonna escape somewhere, I needed some way to get around and he probably had the credits I needed. He was a few glasses in on his drinks and probably drunk out of his mind, pick pocketing the left overs of his change would be easy as hell. When I attempted to "bump" into him as I sat down, I saw what I thought would be the last moments of my life. He grabbed my wrist, twisted my arm and slammed me into the counter in one move. I remember he asked me a few questions, one being "Was I Stupid?". I couldn't help but laugh that one off as I tried to rip myself loose. I had no intent to be one-upped by this clown in a black cloak. I knocked his drink onto him, causing him to step back and proceeded to grab the gun at his holster as he realized his outfit was soaked. He chuckled as I aimed the gun at him and that annoyed me... it reminded me of my fathers laugh. I clicked the trigger and was shocked when it was empty. The man proceeded to place a hand on my hand and grabbed the gun from me, putting it away. He told me I had moxy and asked me what I was doing out so late. It was then, I told him my tale.
On a whim, I asked the man if I could tag along with him... wherever he was going. I needed a cover until my parent's death faded away from everyones memories... and he was the only person I could trust, for some strange reason. He told me no, but I would accept that. For the next week, he would return to that bar and would sit at the same seat. Every night, I would sit next to him and attempt to convince him to allow me to join him. It wouldn't be till the last night that he would finally say yes, as he wanted to see if I was determined enough. It wasn't till I grew older that I realized... he was a complete ass.
The funny part was that he turned out to be a Bounty Hunter. Now that I look back I laugh at the thought of me saying "What in the world did I get myself into". But to this day, I don't regret anything. As his Apprentice, he would teach me the ways of close ranged fighting and how to use an array of guns. When he had a "job" to do, he would send me to do his annoying errands that he called "side-jobs". One time, he sent me to collect him materials for an outstanding drink... which he later got smashed off of and I had to carry him to his bed.
During a job one day, he didn't return... I always wondered if he died or decided to never come back. In the midst of my solitude and training, I decided to return home and see if everything had passed. Now nearly twenty, I was much stronger, despite my times working on the farm keeping me fit. When I returned to my home, I felt no emotions. I didn't grow just physically... I grew mentally under him as well.
With nothing holding me back, I would go on to align myself with the Hutt Empire, in hopes of creating a new life for myself.
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[APPEARANCE]
Well built and muscular, Mavid has short black hair and solid black eyes. On his face, sits a black goatee. He wears customized armor, given to him by his Bounty Hunter master. It consists of a black/red and white colored robe scheme, with a red/silver belt and black gauntlet. He normally wears a crimson cloak, with the hood up.
[PERSONALITY]
A solid individual, Mavid hasn't shown emotion since the death of his parents. He is a tactical individual, having the ability to overcome foes normally stronger then him. Mavid isn't above using deception, even using "fake-emotions" to get the better of others. His handsome looks often allow him to get the best of woman, something he holds pride in.
He is loyal to the Hutt and considers them his greatest source of income. When asked if he would ever turn away from the Hutt... for the greater good, he snickered at the comment, something he hadn't done since his times with his late Bounty Hunter master.
[ABILITIES]
Mavid is a skilled Bounty Hunter, despite his age, masterfully agile and skilled in close combat. As a Bounty Hunter, Mavid is fully capable of utilizing an array of weaponry and vehicles as well. His physical prowess allows him to overcome most other beings at close range, rather well.
Equipment
[Stats]
Strength: 8/10
Dexterity: 8/10
Constitution: 6/10
Intelligence: 6/10
Wisdom: 7/10
Charisma: 5/10
Born on Manda'lor, my father was a stocky farmer and mother was his quiet and loyal "trophy". My father was a terrible man; spending his days working and nights drinking and beating me and my mother. At the time, I was so young, I couldn't even conceive the thought of fighting back. Besides... what could I, a mere child do? So I let my father continue to beat me and my mother, suppressing the rage that was building up for years.
It wasn't until I reached the age of fifteen where I snapped. From the sheer trauma of the beatings, my mother suffered from a Heart Attack after my father threatened her with a pitch fork. Once before she witnessed him use this instrument on me, leading to several deep stabs into my stomach and scarring along my waists. Watching her fall to the floor, my heart began to race and I went wild. Grabbing a knife from the cutting board next to me, I proceeded to stab my father... fifteen times. Once for each year of my life he took away from me...
It was then I realized... I murdered my father. With my mother also dead on the floor, mere inches away, I understood that I would be charged for their deaths. My instinct quickly kicked in... and I ran. I ran for hours, till the night had fallen. I remember that night faintly... it was cold and I did my best at hiding my fear. I would not let anyone see me in that light. It wasn't long until I came across a cantina where silence had enveloped. For some reason... I was called to the cantina and proceeded to enter. It was there that my life was changed.
In the Cantina, was a lone patron. I guess that specific Cantina must've sucked, cause it was happy hour in most places. I noticed he had several glasses and he must've been loaded. If I was gonna escape somewhere, I needed some way to get around and he probably had the credits I needed. He was a few glasses in on his drinks and probably drunk out of his mind, pick pocketing the left overs of his change would be easy as hell. When I attempted to "bump" into him as I sat down, I saw what I thought would be the last moments of my life. He grabbed my wrist, twisted my arm and slammed me into the counter in one move. I remember he asked me a few questions, one being "Was I Stupid?". I couldn't help but laugh that one off as I tried to rip myself loose. I had no intent to be one-upped by this clown in a black cloak. I knocked his drink onto him, causing him to step back and proceeded to grab the gun at his holster as he realized his outfit was soaked. He chuckled as I aimed the gun at him and that annoyed me... it reminded me of my fathers laugh. I clicked the trigger and was shocked when it was empty. The man proceeded to place a hand on my hand and grabbed the gun from me, putting it away. He told me I had moxy and asked me what I was doing out so late. It was then, I told him my tale.
On a whim, I asked the man if I could tag along with him... wherever he was going. I needed a cover until my parent's death faded away from everyones memories... and he was the only person I could trust, for some strange reason. He told me no, but I would accept that. For the next week, he would return to that bar and would sit at the same seat. Every night, I would sit next to him and attempt to convince him to allow me to join him. It wouldn't be till the last night that he would finally say yes, as he wanted to see if I was determined enough. It wasn't till I grew older that I realized... he was a complete ass.
The funny part was that he turned out to be a Bounty Hunter. Now that I look back I laugh at the thought of me saying "What in the world did I get myself into". But to this day, I don't regret anything. As his Apprentice, he would teach me the ways of close ranged fighting and how to use an array of guns. When he had a "job" to do, he would send me to do his annoying errands that he called "side-jobs". One time, he sent me to collect him materials for an outstanding drink... which he later got smashed off of and I had to carry him to his bed.
During a job one day, he didn't return... I always wondered if he died or decided to never come back. In the midst of my solitude and training, I decided to return home and see if everything had passed. Now nearly twenty, I was much stronger, despite my times working on the farm keeping me fit. When I returned to my home, I felt no emotions. I didn't grow just physically... I grew mentally under him as well.
With nothing holding me back, I would go on to align myself with the Hutt Empire, in hopes of creating a new life for myself.
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[APPEARANCE]
Well built and muscular, Mavid has short black hair and solid black eyes. On his face, sits a black goatee. He wears customized armor, given to him by his Bounty Hunter master. It consists of a black/red and white colored robe scheme, with a red/silver belt and black gauntlet. He normally wears a crimson cloak, with the hood up.
[PERSONALITY]
A solid individual, Mavid hasn't shown emotion since the death of his parents. He is a tactical individual, having the ability to overcome foes normally stronger then him. Mavid isn't above using deception, even using "fake-emotions" to get the better of others. His handsome looks often allow him to get the best of woman, something he holds pride in.
He is loyal to the Hutt and considers them his greatest source of income. When asked if he would ever turn away from the Hutt... for the greater good, he snickered at the comment, something he hadn't done since his times with his late Bounty Hunter master.
[ABILITIES]
Mavid is a skilled Bounty Hunter, despite his age, masterfully agile and skilled in close combat. As a Bounty Hunter, Mavid is fully capable of utilizing an array of weaponry and vehicles as well. His physical prowess allows him to overcome most other beings at close range, rather well.
Equipment
- Gauntlet: His Gauntlet is outfitted with several unique mechanisms, including a grappling device and a pressurized air cannon. The air cannon has shown to be quite useful when he Mavid gets swarmed with several foes at once. It allows him to knock away everything around him and make a quick getaway.
Reinforced Mesh Body Suit: His outfit is a specially made blend, capable of absorbing the shock of damage Mavid takes. If knocked onto his backside, the mesh body suit has shown to absorb the shock of the fall allowing him to quickly get up. It's unique fabric and build allows Mavid to move with speed through the field.
Combat Knife & Charge Blade: Sheathed in his sleeve is a small combat knife, allowing him to swiftly stab his foes when they get close. In his right sleeve, is a narrow blade that is charged with electrical currents. Due to the black glove around his hand, the charge doesn't effect him. The battery pack sits inside his chest plate.
Scoped Rifle: His signature weapon, Mavid is skilled at using his medium-long ranged rifle to take down his foes. Its shots are quite deadly, searing his foes in the process. His combat knife can be locked into the front, to act as a bayonet if forced into close combat.
[Stats]
Strength: 8/10
Dexterity: 8/10
Constitution: 6/10
Intelligence: 6/10
Wisdom: 7/10
Charisma: 5/10