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Name: Shev’dela Ordo
Faction: Clan Ordo
Rank: Member
Species: Tusken
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Height: 5’2’’
Weight: 130 (out of armor)
Appearance:
Out of armor:
Perhaps a throwback to her adolescent phase of Tusken pride and conformity, Shev wears a facial covering in public at all times. When out socially she wears a lighter and more mobile take on the traditional (Tusken) Female Grab, but even in armor she wears a full faced cowl more akin to the male warrior’s. Presumably below it her features are typical to her species She’s physically unimposing and on the small curvy side.
In armor:
A helmet of an older make and a paint scheme of Khaki, black and gunmetal dura steel. Her vest, belts and various strapping are all of mahogany leather and very little outwardly reflects her species aside from the small purse on the swell of her back and her favored weapons. During her work as a desert guide she occasionally donned a well-worn poncho and still does so in harsh climates. Her under-suit is black and armor condition is overall relatively worn in with visible weathering. She lacks substantial tech and her gauntlets are simplistic with modest plates and signature thumb guards.
Distinguishing marks/qualities: Shev communicates with the aid of a digital translator making her voice brisk, flat and reminiscent to common feminine Ai…if not a bit outdated. It’s modulated and patterned to be relatively pleasant and effective but lacks sincerity and the ability to convey deep emotion. (Akin to Siri in reality). She compensates by being highly visually emotive with exaggerated gestures and animated reactions. She’s physically very active in general and tends to fidget or busy her hands when forced to be idle. Since her hand eye coordination is exceptional this makes for habitual tricks of dexterity (twirling credits over her fingers, small knife tricks etc.).
Personality: Inherently a close listener, Shev’s typically very quiet and reserved, but when she does speak it is not without reiterated certainty. She’s honest, curious and frankly not always socially intuitive. Her loyalty runs deep but her nature is cautious she’s very wary of people prior to being properly acquainted to them and often remains that way. She’s secretive and private but has a conflicting hunger for acceptance and a sense of community. She’s selective of who she associates with and even more so of those she can be unguarded with. She feels most at home in the empty desert and prefers the outdoors to the busy city…so long as the topography isn’t too tropical and uncomfortable. She enjoys hunting and has a fondness for animals.
Credits: 1,000
Force Sensitive: No
Strength: Weak; esp. out of armor, if you can manage to get your hands on her and land a solid blow you’ll find she made of softer, more brittle stuff then most mandos…physically anyway.
Dexterity: High; focuses on defensive, evasive maneuvers and self-defense.
Constitution: So-so, fares better in dry climate, at a disadvantage in more tropical/ moist surroundings. Though she has a high tolerance for physical pain, out of her armor she is as frail as an average woman of small stature...who also happens to become intoxicated by sugar
Intelligence: Not especially ingenious and by no means an intellectual. She’s curious and can react quickly and think cognitively in combat situations but -the girl is downright ignorant and her values edge on archaic with a focus on primal subject matter. She struggles with the comprehension of sophisticated nuances and social interactions and her translator's large vocabulary is often misleading in how it portrays her education.
Wisdom: Debatable. She occasionally romanticizes her lineage despite being exposed to its contrary nature and is curious about opposing cultures. She has a deep connection to the land of her ancestors and a respect for warriors and intellectuals of all kinds, however; she is superstitious of Jedi’s ability to “Peek into the mind” and will treat them with curiosity and suspicion. Some see her as a wise naturalist and others an undomesticated idealist.
Charisma: Shev’s stilted speech puts off many and often times masks the depth of her devotion. Her isolated upbringing leaves her visibly self-conscious among large groups and she’s shy around the opposite sex on occasion, uncomfortably polite to the upper class (in a way that could lead one to suspect she was a droid) and prone to clownish acts with little provocation.
Skills:
-Self-defense: Counter/redirection of attacks, escaping holds and efficiently distancing herself from close combat, dodging and quick retreats
-Agility
-Resourcefulness
-Grace and speed of physical movements’ esp. hands
-Marksmanship (Capable)
-Long range marksmanship
-Basic -tricks of perceptive speed
-stealth
-food preparation
-animal care
- Field first aid
-primitive weapon handling (slug throwers and cyclers)
-Trap making
-Desert survival
Weaknesses:
-Hand to hand (offensive)
-Ship combat (not experienced)
-bartering
-Heavy artillery (light armor)
-force users/ abilities
-physical damage resistance
Gear:
-Translator
-Gaffi stick
-Tusken Cycler slightly modified with a scope
-Armor
-Slug pistol
Droid:
A small modified probe droid called “geir-ma” used for staking out vantage points and a valuable aid for detecting targets when sniping. Though “he’s” an antique and often needs repairs he can be a valuable asset relaying back basic Intel to her helmet’s HUD.
Biography:
Origin
Walv’ Nai Ordo arrived on Tattooine with a small party and a purpose: to reclaim a long since abandoned base and recover the Beskar plates within it to be recycled. It wasn’t critical…but for an old man with a failing marriage and too many injuries to be of use on the front lines it was something and that was all he needed.
Beskar was becoming increasingly valuable and hard to come by – meaning even rumors of a cache were worth following up- but the details were sparse and they had no idea how large the surplus was or even its exact whereabouts. Basic coordinates placed them around Beggar’s canyon so the crew set-up camp and hoped for the short-term. At the time clan Ordo was slowly falling into disrepair with heavy casualties on the front line and a steadily increasing death toll all around. It was no secret the group’s assembly had been based on their inability to contribute to the war by other means, with Walv Nai’s wife (Calhuu Ordo) being the most able bodied and the other two members being previously injured or…proven unreliable. The short-term proved to be nearly a month and morale was strained as one member had already been transferred to aid in the conflict and another prepared to desert the pursuit in favor of bounty work. By month’s End only Walv’Nai and Calhuu were left to continue the search.
They’d scoured the Dune Sea and found nothing, scouted out the canyon’s top and seen little on the horizon. The camp was becoming less of a base and more of a cluttered home and Walv’nai’s relationship was more strained then ever when Calhuu revealed she was pregnant with their second child. Understandably she wished to return home but Walv’Nai had a theory that the base’s location could be just beyond the needles. It would be unwise to venture forward alone while the Tusken’s made it their seasonal camp, but if he waited till the near end of Sandstorm season- when they would return to the waste- he was sure he could secure the location. It was risky and would cost more time but he was sure it could be done. Calhuu wasn't and promptly set a course off-world without him, claiming they would meet again once he either reclaimed the base or claimed what was left of his senses. He chose the former.
Now alone, Walv’Nai could pursue his cause without distraction; but isolation began to take its toll and he soon grew to know his only neighbors, a man and his wife also living alone just outside the canyon where they farmed moisture and forged a life among the old hermit’s hideout. He found kinsmanship with the young Human male, Rueven Baulk (wife, Eska) who was also a veteran of a past war. They drank, hunted and reminisced about days in the field and Walv’ Nai came to benefit from Rueven’s survivalist expertise and knowledge of the desert’s layout. He even offered to accompany the Mandalorian on his expedition to the Needles.
That year, just before the sandstorm season ended- when the Tusken’s would be returning from the encampment but the wind would still be low -the two set off and after a night’s camp they found what they were looking for. The base appeared in disrepair but intact – Walv’nai’s other theory however; about the Tusken’s having cleared out wasn’t entirely correct. It seemed a small family hadn’t migrated and made a home of the base. Upon further inspection the body of a young female was found with a live mastiff standing as her guard. The two men quickly disposed of the beast but the female’s cause of death was unknown. She laid as if asleep, possible grown ill and died just before their arrival. The pair searched the building, seeking the Armory but wary in the likelihood a male was nearby and due to return. It wasn’t long before they discovered it and inside among its contents, a little Tusken girl no older than five.
Reuven suggested they attempt to return her to the migrating tribes on their return home but Walv’Nai refused.
He had no plans on returning.
Upbringing:
As a young child Shev’dela didn’t show much potential for being a warrior. She was small for her age, weak, clingy and cried readily. She followed her father about like an affection starved pet and to his dismay was very resistant to embrace the Mandalorian customs and principles- causing him to enforce it strictly (the probable cause of her later resentment).
When she came of age to be trained he quickly accepted her strong suit would never be direct combat, She was too easily hurt and judging by her size offensive close quarters would never do her much good without a proper weapon. Instead he focused on defensive techniques and when she was capable enough; marksmanship- the former she took up with unanticipated talent. Still being delicate and graceful weren’t particularly desirable traits for a Mandalorian female to have…It was a downright insult to even insinuated and Walv’Nai was concerned that as she grew she would never be truly respected.
That coming summer saw the completion of Walv’nai’s home- the former base now cleaned and its useable contents shipped out to the war effort where they were sorely needed. He’d essentially fallen off the map by the conflict’s peak and planned to staying that way…Things were looking grim for Clan Ordo. Nearly three years after her original departure Calhuu returned with Walv’s oldest son (Joll) and their young Daughter (Resmi) whom he would be meeting for the first time. The children regarded one another with mutual competitiveness but whether it was admiration or a simple need for a female’s guiding hand Shev’dela took a keen interest in Calhuu.
Walv’Nai decided it would be wise to resume training with his son while his wife took over where he left off with his new ward. It was traditional after all for a mother to do so with her daughter…even if they hadn’t been well acquainted.
Their bonding was not to be.
Shev’dela could not adjust to Calhuu’s focus on physical strength and refused to obey even her most simple orders. She had several outbursts but only one that ended in Calhuu’s Frustration and a broken nose which would have won some respect had it not come from an act of cowardice. Though occasionally she and Joll were trained side by side under Walv Nai’s guidance, Calhuu remained her primary teacher and tension between then grew as she entered adolescence.
She would look back on their time together with much ire, even well into her adulthood.
By the time she was fourteen Walv’Nai and Calhuu were formerly divorced for unrelated differences.
Verd'goten:
As Shev’dela grew so did her interest in Tusken raiders.
She studied them from a distance, regarding them with ignorant idolization. She romanticized them, took to dressing like them again- something she had halted as a youth- and learned what she could about their culture from talking with travelers, the Baulks and records she had access to in the nearest town. It wasn’t much as most of their history had only been passed down orally but it was enough to convince her she belonged among their ranks. Walv’Nai grew increasingly less tolerant of her fixation and continually tried to educate her on the Sand people’s savage nature. Still she persisted and as the time drew near for her Verd’goten, a course had to be chosen-If she wished to pursue the life of a Tusken the time had come- if not the next step to becoming a Mandalorian woman was upon her.
As her father anticipated she chose to return to the needles and live among “Her own.”
She said her goodbyes, but he was not concerned… Walv’Nai was confident Shev’Dela would return after directly interacting with her beloved people, but just in case it proved as volatile as he anticipated he and Reuven would not be far behind…
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Shev’dela eagerly set off, head and hopes both high for a moment she had been anticipating most of her life; reuniting with her biological family. She had fantasized about it many times and her expectations were high but she was sure they would be glad to see her and accept her as if she’d never been torn from them.
She was gravely mistaken.
The instant she approached an encampment her ignorance was her downfall. The tribe couldn’t understand her let alone welcome her with anything but a raised Gaffi stick. They refused her and she was chased away…no matter there were other settlements she just had to find where she belonged- as it turned out that wasn't among a single one of them and hostilities only intensified. Distraught, she began to embraces her doubts and set up camp for the night outside of the Tusken’s territory. Shev’dela decided that the next day she would begin the journey home in failure and accept whatever chastisement her father would surely have in store.
That night she awoke in dark to the sound of approaching Massifs and seized her rifle just before their prompt attack. She led off her shot in time to slay the first but the second was too quick and leaped- seizing her by the arm flesh before she could down him with direct shot against his flank. Shev’dela was injured and soon outnumbered as the tribe’s warrior’s arrived. They gave chase and she struggled but managed to get a lead enough to take refuge and point upon a near rock face. Her finger was glued to the trigger of her rifle for as long as she could hold them off- It proved to be several hours before she was finally out of ammunition and forced to flee further into open desert where she was nearly captured. Shev’dela fought one of the warrior’s head on, using everything she learned to reverse his attacks and seize his own Gaffi from him. Impressive but not enough to spare her from the others- of which there were four. Her attacks were sloppy and unfocused but her ability to dodge theirs proved her saving grace. It seemed none could land a blow on her and slowly they began to tire and grow disinterested.
Perhaps a mutual respect was earned…if they even had the ability to gain one.
For a long while they stayed there in cease fire, still figures in the soundless desert….
Then the warring party departed, leaving the injured young woman to bleed in the sand alone-
Still bracing herself with the Gaffi’s bent handle.
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Shev’Dela wandered the desert, deliriously seeking home with little on her back but her rifle, clothing and the prize of her previous battle. It was a long trek and she fought off the urge of turning back to retrieve the rest of her supplies from camp- less the Tusken’s change their mind and finish her off. Before long she was surprised to see a land speeder on the horizon and more surprised that in it was her father and longtime family friend Rueven come to greet her.
Her Verd’goten had come to an end.
It was time to embrace her true people; The Mandalorians.
Early adulthood
Once she truly embraced life as a Mandalorian without reservations, Shev’Dela fell into work as a desert guide. She became relatively well known among the locals for protecting and leading travelers through the desert safely. She also gained a reputation among game and scrap hunters for her escort jobs and teachings as a survivalist for those willing to pay. Her company and oversight of camps were relatively affordable and the work was constant but it grew repetitive and lacked the respect and notoriety that of a bounty hunter or mercenary had… The locals didn't fear her and that was ok, but they also didn't see her as a threat and what is a warrior without some factor of intimidation? No, to them she was a nice young girl you had to excuse for being a bit odd- one always willing to lend a hand when you caught her at the cantina.
She felt her wanderlust begin to grow with age, her bitterness start to sour her mood and her “get out of dodge” fund start to become a high priority. Still she felt a need to stay planet-side for Walv’nai’s sake and even more so as he grew ill with old age. The inevitable ailment. Slowly his dependency on her grew and her attempts to contact her siblings went unanswered. When the time came, he passed alone.
With Walv’ Nai’s death Shev'Dela committed to leave Tattooine and seek out the Clan Ordo- There he would have a proper burial and she would be free to build a new life among her true people, travel the stars and see world’s beyond far beyond the sandy backwaters….
For the first time she was optimistic that she might find a place to belong
But she wanted to explore a few first.
Kills: N.A
Bounties Collected: N.A
Dueling Ring Matches: N.A
Grand Tournament Matches: N.A
Role-Plays:
They've Called Our Names
Jungle Fever
Out of the frying pan
Clearing the weeds
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