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S'haleen Eldar
ALIAS(ES)
► Salene
SPECIES
► Human
AGE
► 21
GENDER
► Female
HEIGHT
► 1.78m
BUILD
► Athletic
HAIR COLOR
► Brown
EYE COLOR
► Blue
MARKING/SCARS
► Facial Scars
HOMEWORLD
► Mandalore
AFFILIATION
► Independent
CLAN
►Eldar
RANK
► ??
FORCE SENSITIVE
► N/A
"I sure hope you were just expressin' your excitement by liftin' that blaster... or is that a threat?"
Skills & Talents
Piloting: Level 1 || Tracking: Level 1 || Persuasion: Level 1 || Shooting: Level 1 || CQC: Level 1 ||Engineering: Level 1 || Programming: Level 1
Skills & Talents
Piloting: Level 1 || Tracking: Level 1 || Persuasion: Level 1 || Shooting: Level 1 || CQC: Level 1 ||Engineering: Level 1 || Programming: Level 1
Historical
I was born on Manda'yaim, the only girl of seven children birthed in 6923 BBY to Clan Eldar, and the youngest of my creche. Like all children, I was taught to hunt and survive in the wilds, and shoot, and fight, with fist and feet, knife, sword, and spear - I learned tactics, strategies, how to blend in, how to stand out, how to hide, how to strike and when to strike. My brothers were all bigger and stronger than me - when our elders pitted us together, I usually got thrashed.
That's what I remember most about my youth. A constant series of failures, losing to my brothers in races, and hunts, and fights; even our mock battles. Oh, people praised me, even my brothers praised me, praised my skill, to compete with older and bigger boys, praised my tenacity, to never give up...but I didn't care about natural disadvantages or any of that shavit - I wanted to beat them because I wanted to be the best. How else could I rise to clan leader?
So I trained harder. I trained smarter. I studied relentless like a girl possessed. I aced clan Eldar's academy, and dominated in the regional competitions between allied clans. I pestered every elder I could, even ones who wanted nothing to do with me, and I learned. I learned, and I grew.
By fifteen, I was the one thrashing my brothers. They were still stronger and bigger, but I was quicker, more agile, more slippery, more devious. That was what failure against the more physically capable taught me - how to leverage my advantages and out-think my opponent. After my first victory against my eldest brother, the clan elders gifted me with a Tusk kitten. I named him Crawler, taught him to hunt, and he's been my steady companion since.
He even ventured with me to the Mid Rim, and slept in my dorms during my four years at the dancing academy on Alderaan. I would've stayed for the full six, but I was expelled for assault and attempted murder. I remember a few of the Rutian girls laughing at my scars - I hadn't half as many then - and talking shavit behind my back. One day, I'd had enough, so I gave the lot of em' scars just like mine. Suffice to say, there was little laughter after that. Just a lot of tears and blood.
Wait, no, I take that back. I laughed plenty.
Now I've returned home, having seen the galaxy for myself, or what's left of it, after those kriffing Jedi ruined it all. I know not what the future holds... but I know the Mando'ade will rise. I feel it in my bones.
Personal
I am a fighter. I always have been. I'm skilled in tracking and sniping, cool under fire, and more than a capable pilot...at least as far as simulations go. I haven't actually flown a ship, though I've raced around Mandalore on my speeder plenty of times. Hand to hand is particularly fun, especially with knives. If the scars didn't tell you, I'm tough as durasteel nails. (And despite popular opinion, I didn't receive these scars from Crawler. All of them are from being reckless, though. Get enough spirits in me, and I might just tell you the truth about these marks.)
If it has a trigger, chances are I can use it, modify it, and abuse it. For all my skill at sniping, I prefer to get close to my targets, when applicable. I like to see the look in their eyes when they finally realize there's no escape. Obviously, I can be a bit...murderous.
According to tests, I am, in fact, an actual genius. Recognizing and analyzing patterns seems to be my specialty. I have absorbed a great deal of media about all sorts of topics - biology, cybernetics, neurology, chemistry, Star ships, explosives, blasters, slugthrower, propulsion systems... I am no master of knowledge in any of these fields, however, and while I could piece together some low level tech with scraps, or maintain a ship or droid - perhaps even build one, if it's basic enough - the majority of my knowledge is trivial in nature; I enjoy making my brothers look dumb, you see.
One place my knowledge isn't trivial - biology. I've no formal training, but I have plenty of practical experience cutting people open and studying their insides. My brothers tell me I'm disgusting, but the different species of the galaxy are so interesting! For instance, if you were to steal a Cerean's second heart, they wouldn't have the blood flow necessary to sustain their massive binary brains, thus leading to a very slow and agonizing death as their mind slowly suffocated.
I spent nearly four years at an academy of dance on Alderaan, but I told my family I was going hunting. If you tell my brothers, they'll never find your body. The grace and balance I learned I learned studying dance have transformed my gightifi techniques in ways I hadn't imagined.
I can be a bit obsessive about my guns, to the point that I might take a break in a fire fight to clean a smudge of dirt off my pistol. My brother's think I'm bipolar, because of my mood swings - one of them even thinks I have MPD - but really, I'm just a simple, average girl. I enjoy killing things, and dissecting things, and learning new ways to destroy things.
See? Simple.
Once upon a time, I might've been considered beautiful. Now I'm almost pretty. Not that many people outside of Mandalore see my face - it's more often then not hidden behind my helmet. I have short brown hair, blue eyes, and plump lips. My armor is blue as well, highlighted here and there with red. I sometimes wear a half-cape that hangs stylishly from one shoulder.
NOTABLE PERSONAL EQUIPMENT
- Heavy Mando Armor
- Medium Mando Armor
- Light Mando Armor
- Incognito Merc Armor
PDS-R1 Blaster Rifle -1x Power Cells
DMT Pistol - 2x Power Cells
Beta Ordiance:
P-99 Blaster Pistol - 2x Power Cells
Sunderbuss - 1x Power Cells
Beta Ordiance:
P-99 Blaster Pistol - 2x Power Cells
Sunderbuss - 1x Power Cells
Bantha Leather Satchel
- 2x Concussion Grenade
- 2x Smoke Grenade
- 2x Frag Grenade
- Datapad (wrist-mounted)
- Commlink (helmet-mounted)
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