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BIOGRAPHY
NAME: Oscamarc Saxon
AGE: Fifty-Seven (57)
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: Mandalorians
RANK: Marauder
HEIGHT: 6'2 (188cm)
WEIGHT: 240lbs (108.86kg)
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Blue-Grey
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Once he'd transitioned from boy to man, he set about the task of making his armor. His father assisted in the process, a keen armorsmith himself, and a fine warrior too. By this point, Oscamarc was easily surpassing six-foot in height, and weighed over two-hundred pounds - matching the stocky build of his father and several close uncles. This wasn't necessarily a distinguishing feature of the clan overall, but it was certainly representative of his close kin. As a result, his armor was heavy, built for close combat and to sustain rough terrain and tough blows - perfect for his chosen combative style of melée and brutish attacks.
His life was remarkably normal until he met his would-be wife. Raveanai was perfect for him. Entirely complimentary in almost every fashion. Intelligent in the ways that he wasn't, charismatic and well spoken, calm. She brought out the best in him, and made him seem all the more real. Over time, his wife and him became disillusioned with the Mandalorian way of life almost entirely, save for a few errant religious beliefs - and when Raveanai fell pregnant, they left their home planet of Kalevala almost immediately, to raise the child on Corellia.
After nearly a year of waiting, their child was born. The couple's armor nothing more than keepsakes of old cultures now, and their weapons kept in footlockers beneath their beds. Memories buried. Life was normal, and it was good. Oscamark found a majority of his work as a laborer, moving and unloading ships and freighters, while Raveanai remained at home, raising their child. The two would have been lying if they were to say that they didn't miss their families, and even elements of their old lives, but it would also have been foolhardy for them to raise a child into that way of thinking, or so they believed. However, their blissful happiness was interrupted sooner than expected.
Arriving home from an uneventful night shift, Oscamarc fell to his knees upon seeing his family home amass with law enforcement. His wife and child dead. There was no great pain or suffering for the two. They passed in their sleep from smoke inhalation as a result of a fire on the floor below, the materials of the buildings preventing them from catching ablaze themselves. This was punishment, or so he thought. Once the smoke had cleared, quite literally, he collected what little he had left, his armor and his weapons, and abandoned his family's memories for the second and last time, stepping into the night. Now, he thought, he had no choice but to follow the will of the Mandalorians and their deities; after all - he'd seen what happens when you failed to.
PERSONALITY
PRACTICAL SKILLS
■■■■■ Slicing | ■■■■■ Survival | ■■■■■ Tracking |
■■■■■ Hunting | ■■■■■ Leadership | ■■■■■ Invest. |
COMBAT SKILLS
■■■■■ Blasters | ■■■■■ Rifles | ■■■■■ Misc. |
■■■■■ Demo. | ■■■■■ H2H | ■■■■■ Daggers |
EDUCATION
■■■■■ Huttese | ■■■■■ Rodian | ■■■■■ Ryl |
■■■■■ Tactics | ■■■■■ Politics | ■■■■■ Espionage |
However, when Oscamarc feels as if he can trust another, he is more likely to open up to them, at least in a somewhat factual, logical manner. He's certainly not incapable of conversation, despite how much he tries to avoid it, and with those that he considers friends or kin, he's not remotely averse to it, providing that the conversation at least serves some kind of purpose, even if that purpose is merely intellectual stimulation. If it fails to, he is unlikely to react negatively, merely do his best to remain quiet and allow other parties to speak.
To date, Oscamarc has failed to form a truly close bond with anyone since the death of his family - though this is likely nothing more than a protection method on his part. He clearly has no intent of walking away from another set of memories, twice was enough for him. For this reason, while he is happy to make casual and lasting friendships with others, anything more than this would be something he is presently unable to think about or consider. His propensity to put at least some form of comfortable distance between himself and others is not only natural to him, but second-nature at this point.
Despite his stoicism, Oscamarc has a remarkably fiery temper, and is quick to anger. Like a megaton bomb with a single second fuse, the slightest comment directed at him can be enough to push him to violence or confrontation - and when fighting, he has a tendency to fight lethally even when this might be considered unnecessary. His excuse for this is just: "If you're not fighting to kill your enemy, you shouldn't be fighting in the first place.". This being said, his own easily angered nature can cause this to seem hypocritical at times, and particularly when it comes to his nature as a combatant.
LEGACY
EQUIPMENT
Personal Beskar'gam—Jump Boots
—Gription Boots
—Bola Launcher
"Shriek-Hawk" Blaster
—1-3x Variable Scope
—3x 25 Capacity Cells
"Strill" Blaster Pistol
—1-2x Variable Scope
—3x 12 Capacity Cells
Vibroblade
—N/A
K/M Shuttle
—"The Sorrow"
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