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PAXTON WREN
AGE
► 34
SPECIES ► Human
HEIGHT ► 6'5"
WEIGHT ► 252lbs
EYE COLOR ► Grey
HAIR COLOR ► Dark Brown
HOMEWORLD ► Krownest
GENDER ► XY
FACTION ► Mandalorian
BIOGRAPHY
"You were born into nothing!" They were words his father used to say on those frigid Krownest mornings, to which he was trained to respond: "A Mando'a must earn his keep." Each day was somehow harder than the one before it, the cold somehow colder, or the weight of the day heavier. Tasked with material gathering the two would venture out for both food and material for the clan, typically lumber for the forges. Paxton's father, Hektor, was a true Mandalorian in nature. He was blunt, stubborn, and always voiced his opinion. A man of detail, a trait he would no doubt pass onto his son, would make sure to notice the smallest of faults and demand the task be done again. Every Mandalorian knew the Wren name, and he would make sure his kin wouldn't disgrace it.
It was at sixteen his father finally showed any extent of pride in the boy and passed down his own beskar'gam to Paxton. It would be his duty to carry out the tasks they had once done together alone now, at least it should have been. The Sith were forever tightening their grip on the Clans and even remote as Krownest was they spared nothing on pressuring their control. Hektor worked despite his age and together the two planned a way off the frozen world, possibly to Mandalore. This never happened.
Instead Pax was forced to flee on his own on the first shuttle he could afford off-world. The Sith had put an early end to his father's life due to sanctions put in place by the tyranical leaders. Taris was the final destination of the craft, and he found himself in the lower districts helping slumlords get payment from back-due tenants. It would take years, but he'd be the hired muscle and bodyguard for a wealthy Hutt family. He found himself no longer walking the path his father had laid out for him and he began to wonder if he was meant for something else.
It was at sixteen his father finally showed any extent of pride in the boy and passed down his own beskar'gam to Paxton. It would be his duty to carry out the tasks they had once done together alone now, at least it should have been. The Sith were forever tightening their grip on the Clans and even remote as Krownest was they spared nothing on pressuring their control. Hektor worked despite his age and together the two planned a way off the frozen world, possibly to Mandalore. This never happened.
Instead Pax was forced to flee on his own on the first shuttle he could afford off-world. The Sith had put an early end to his father's life due to sanctions put in place by the tyranical leaders. Taris was the final destination of the craft, and he found himself in the lower districts helping slumlords get payment from back-due tenants. It would take years, but he'd be the hired muscle and bodyguard for a wealthy Hutt family. He found himself no longer walking the path his father had laid out for him and he began to wonder if he was meant for something else.
ABILITIES
Strength is a defining characteristic of Pax. Since he was young he has had to work with his hands to survive. He is skilled in close quarters combat and hand to hand fighting. The slug thrower is his weapon of choice, but he is more than capable with an equivalent blaster. Strong survival skills, ability to track, and evade.
PERSONALITY
Pax is a man that keeps to himself whenever possible. He would sooner keep to the confines of his armor than socialize with strangers. His word is his bond if he is to make a deal it is what he will stand by until the task is complete.
EQUIPMENT
- Blaster Rifle
- Blaster Pistol
- 2x Vibroaxe (Image)
- 1x smoke grenades
- 2x concussion grenades
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