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VASKA ORDO
AGE
► 22
SPECIES► HUMAN
HEIGHT► 5'9
WEIGHT► 125
EYE COLOR► BLUE
HAIR COLOR► BLONDE
HOMEWORLD► MANDALORE
GENDER► FEMALE
FACTION► MANDALORIANS
RANK► MARAUDER
FORCE SENSITIVITY► NO
BIOGRAPHY
Mandalore gave me everything. My twin brother and I were pit against each other under her harsh sun, my father taught me how to shoulder a rifle so that I could hit a moving target in the forest. My mother forged me my beskam out of metal torn out of the planet near out village and I was burned tending to the forge with her as my brother outgrew fights with his sister.
Mandalore gave me my people. Gave me my calling, gave me something to aspire to. I wanted as a child to be a warrior bearing her name, carrying the banner of my clan high as we burned through our enemies with such ferocity and fury that they would sing in lament the name Ordo. I wanted to be the pride of my family, the scion of my clan as all young Mandalorians do, but glory comes with a price, and that price is blood and fire.
Many become Marauders. Many become bounty hunters. I chose the latter. I wanted to fight, to die if necessary, crushing the bones and faith of Jedi and Sith alike. I wanted to travel across the stars, hunting reprobates and criminals and bringing back a better the life of my wife and son- and so I did, for a few years at least.
Then the Sith came. Boiled the deserts to glass. Cooked away the forests. Killed my family. Murdered a great deal of my clan. I arrived too late and watched night fall across the surface of a cooked planet. Mandalore gave me everything I had, and now it's gone. My wife. My boy. My father, mother, and brother. All I had melted and burned away except my hatred and my fury.
I am going to drown the enemy of my homeworld in both. I will live by the Resol'nare. I will look him in the eye. If he draws his arm, he will lose his arm. If he joins my cause in fighting my enemy, he will be trained to fight as I was. If he runs, I will find him and hunt him. The force won't save them.
PERSONALITY
Vaska once lived with a zeal for her life, constantly pursuing a conflict where she could prove herself and improve the life of her family and clan. She was outgoing, sardonic, and opportunistic; That is, until the ultimate tragedy stripped her of her homeworld and her family. Now, a shell of her former self, the mandalorian woman disappears into her work, pursuing contract after contract as a bounty hunter or gun for hire.
Her quiet days between jobs at her Manda’yaim are spent either drinking herself into a stupor or working through some other means, such as demonstrating skills for foundlings with a mask of normalcy pulled tight.
She has a tendency to bite off more than she can chew, in a haphazard pursuit of glory or death.
ABILITIES
Vaska is a child of Clan Ordo, having been raised traditionally on her homeworld in a manner that gave her exceptional combat skills as well as a keen intellect relating to battle strategy and target tracking. Her most prominent skills are intangibles; Being able to work with her hands, plot and plan out situations, and thinking on her feet proved helpful during her handful of years working as a bounty hunter on the Outer Rim.
Vaska's abilities are not without flaws. She's rarely- if ever - the largest person in the fight, and as a result, tends to rely on a lighter equipment load compared to other marauders and speed versus direct power. She doesn't like to get within melee range of an attacker, choosing instead to duck into cover with her agility and use her speed and guile to find the right moment to neutralize a situation.
TECH
Vaska's beskar'gam is relatively simple, consisting of beskar plate over handstitched clothing. The plates and helmet have been recently recolored to a dark gray. A black shoulder cape dangles from her right shoulder, tattered and frayed at the edges.
Vaska keeps two WESTAR-1 Blaster Pistols holstered at her hips at quick-draw angles. Both are adorned with Mando'a lettering honoring her wife and son.
Vaska keeps a four spare power packs in her various pouches, along with miscellaneous tools such as a blade flint.
A E-33 Blaster Carbine is slung to her back in a Krayt leather sling.
A beskad belonging to her mother is strapped to her right calf.
THREADS
- Tournament Viewing: We Are Entertained ― Vaska slips into a bar on Concord Dawn, ready to drink away her sorrows― • Active
- You Have My Gun ― Vaska meets with Mandalore. ― • Active
- Prove Your Strength ― Vaska acts as observer for a Republican verd ― • Active
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