Viladous Ordo

[Tsunami]

Viladous Ordo

The Last Berserker



Mandalorian • Marauder • Level One • Non-Force Sensitive
Mandalore • Human • Male • 26


Five Feet Eleven Inches • One Hundred and Seventy Five Pounds • Athletically Built • Strong Willed

"I don't know how I'm going to win. I just know I'm not going to lose."



The Story



Viladous of the Mighty Clan Ordo, know to some as "The Golden Gun" and "The Last Berserker" is a fierce and well trained soldier. Born on the Mandalorian home world of Mandalore. An only child, he was the son of a veteran Mandalorian commando, who's military career and lifestyle seeped in and deeply affected Viladous' upbringing. From a very young age he was forced into training; firstly with the basics of Teras Kasi and then later with the Pistol. He was expected to maintain a high standard of upkeep, far superior to that even a soldier in training would be expected to keep. This training, combined with a rigid and unfaltering parenting method set Viladous up nicely for his military and subsequent mercenary career.

Accepted into the academy early along side the man who would eventually become his best friend the pair would go on to break several of the Military Academy's records, many of which had been held by Viladous' father for several decades.

From the ages of fourteen to twenty one, Viladous served in conflicts on many planets across the galaxy. He had conducted raids, piracy, murder and many other crimes in the name of his people; in the name of his home world. As is the way in the military, excellence is noticed and depending on the views of that person... Rewarded.

Mandalorians who aspired to serve amongst the Commando's at this time, would have heard of the selective recruitment process for a special squadron. This squadron aimed to be a cut above the rest. A group of operators, known as Berserker Squadron. Berserker squadron however, was still within its infancy and had not gained notoriety among the larger clans and although may be recognisable to some, it would certainly not been widely known about. It would be here that Viladous would spend the next three years serving, joined a year or two later by his best friend and comrade Tyrion Solus.

"This is Berserker Squadron. I don't need to give it an introduction past that as I am sure you are all aware of what we do here. We are to be the spearhead, the first in and more often than not, the last out. Your personal infomation is being scrubbed from any and all galactic databases, you will be a ghost to the world afar. We are your family now." - Commanding Officer, Berserker Squadron.

Berserker Squadron was a concept that Viladous and Tyrion fully bought in to, the mark of the Berserker branded upon their skin. They were quickly brought up to speed and sent on additional training Cadres in which extra teaching saw them taking up specifically required specializations. The group had no room for quitters, shitters or nit pickers and anyone who fit into those categories were quickly weeded out. A group was after all, only as strong as it's weakest link. Trained as a tracker and sniper, Viladous was attached to his Company and immediately began wearing the beautifully crafted Berserker Commando Armour.

Three years into his service, everything changed. A routine op gone bad saw several members of his beloved squadron killed, when they were baited into an ambush by a number of Sith. Although his comrades fought hard for many days, they eventually succumbed to the overwhelming numbers and reinforcements at the Sith's disposal. Everyone died. Everyone except Viladous, who made it out by the skin of his teeth... After that, he could not face his squadron again. Taking one of the squadron's ships, he placed his armour into a footlocker on board and fell deep into a cycle of drink, hookers and mercenary work.

It was this work that saw him earn his reputation as "The Golden Gun". He was a reliable mercenary, whose word, was as good as gold. It was strange to think that even in the depths of his darkness, there was still a remanence of honour, integrity and keeping his word. Once a hit had been arranged with Viladous, there was no going back, something that secured him a comfortable seat within some of the smaller Cartels as one of their most valuable assets.

Upon returning to his ship one evening, a glow appeared from the footlocker he had long since forgotten. Walking over to it he dusted the top with the palm of his hand. His mind ticked over, the alcohol in his system suddenly wearing off as he flashed back to that fateful day he abandoned his family and his people. Taking a deep breath, he flicked up the lid, the light from the ship catching the red, silver and gold armour of his Squadron. The glow had been created by an old communicator, something he had long since believed to be broken tech. Upon it was a simple message...

"Return. Return to Mandalore."

His heart began to beat faster. Was this a distress message? Did it even matter? He had abandoned his duty a long time ago. As he scrambled to find the name of the sender, he dropped the device its old outer shell cracking and the screen flickering and cracking. As he picked the device from the floor, the screen began to fade to black the infomation of the sender lost within its broken soul.

Viladous fell to his knees and wept for the first time since his youth. Despite all that had happened, that young boy who wished to serve his people was still somewhere inside him. Fighting to get out. In that moment he knew that he must heed the call, his body moved with purpose around his ship as he flicked on switches, pulled levers in order to restore some functions that he had disabled. It was not long afterwards that, clad in his armour he returned to the pilot seat, his fingers working over time to punch in the co-ordinates to Mandalore.

Chapter I - Return

Call to Arms
Striking Back
War Games
Hunting The Darkness
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The Armoury​

Armour Sets ;

Armour [Main]

Weaponry Main ;

Dual Blaster Pistols
Blaster Rifle
Beskad - Earned Here

Other Weaponry and Ordinance ;

Throwing Knives
Sniper Rifle
Adhesive Grenades
Riot Gas
Fragmentation Grenades
Smoke Grenades

Miscellaneous Equipment ;

Oxidizer
PersoNav
Datapad
Signal Tracer
Translator
2 x BZ-85 Pro Drones

Ships, Vehicles and Droids ;

The 'Zerker
Inflatable Pontoons [Upgrade to "The 'Zerker"]
SRR [Upgrade to "The 'Zerker"]
StarX Welding Putt [On Board "The 'Zerker]
Swoop [Viladous' Pilot Droid]

Combat Speeder​

 

[Tsunami]

Saved

 

[Painus]

No idea if it's just me, but your image is broken.

 

[Darasuum]

No idea if it's just me, but your image is broken.

I can see it just fine.

 

[Tsunami]

Thank god, took me ages to find one I liked!

 

[Painus]

Oh, now it's working. I'unno what went wrong for me there.

 

[The Good Doctor]

Glad to see more Mandos!

Review time:

So after consulting with @Painus, I'm going to have to ask that Berserker Squadron's notoriety and renown will have to be toned down. They can be known among a non-major clan. They can still be have been really spartan (as are most Mandos), but being stand-out super elite warriors among elite warriors isn't something either of us are comfortable with approving. And on a more minor note: there's not really a strict 'academy' for becoming warriors, but just part of their life to train.

It was this work that saw him earn his reputation as "The Golden Gun", a mercenary so deathly effective. His word, as good as gold. Once a hit had been arranged with Viladous, there was no going back, something that secured him a comfortable seat within the Cartels as one of their most valuable assets.

Once more regarding reputation, characters don't really have any reputation to them starting out. If you want to have been an experienced mercenary for the hire for a long while, that's fine. You can have the nickname too. But reputation would have to toned down to minimal levels.

@Tsunami feel free to tag me when ready for me to take a look at this.

 

[Tsunami]

Glad to see more Mandos!

Review time:

So after consulting with @Painus, I'm going to have to ask that Berserker Squadron's notoriety and renown will have to be toned down. They can be known among a non-major clan. They can still be have been really spartan (as are most Mandos), but being stand-out super elite warriors among elite warriors isn't something either of us are comfortable with approving. And on a more minor note: there's not really a strict 'academy' for becoming warriors, but just part of their life to train.



Once more regarding reputation, characters don't really have any reputation to them starting out. If you want to have been an experienced mercenary for the hire for a long while, that's fine. You can have the nickname too. But reputation would have to toned down to minimal levels.

@Tsunami feel free to tag me when ready for me to take a look at this.

After reading it all back. Totally see the issues, also... kind of left me no room for development of the squadron or the character! What I have done is highlighted!

Viladous Ordo

The Last Berserker



Mandalorian • Marauder • Level One • Non-Force Sensitive
Mandalore • Human • Male • 26


Five Feet Eleven Inches • One Hundred and Seventy Five Pounds • Athletically Built • Strong Willed

"I don't know how I'm going to win. I just know I'm not going to lose."



The Story



Viladous of the Mighty Clan Ordo, know to some as "The Golden Gun" and "The Last Berserker" is a fierce and well trained soldier. Born on the Mandalorian home world of Mandalore. An only child, he was the son of a veteran Mandalorian commando, who's military career and lifestyle seeped in and deeply affected Viladous' upbringing. From a very young age he was forced into training; firstly with the basics of Teras Kasi and then later with the Pistol. He was expected to maintain a high standard of upkeep, far superior to that even a soldier in training would be expected to keep. This training, combined with a rigid and unfaltering parenting method set Viladous up nicely for his military and subsequent mercenary career.

Accepted into the academy early along side the man who would eventually become his best friend the pair would go on to break several of the Military Academy's records, many of which had been held by Viladous' father for several decades.

From the ages of fourteen to twenty one, Viladous served in conflicts on many planets across the galaxy. He had conducted raids, piracy, murder and many other crimes in the name of his people; in the name of his home world. As is the way in the military, excellence is noticed and depending on the views of that person... Rewarded.

Mandalorians who aspired to serve amongst the Commando's at this time, would have heard of the selective recruitment process for a special squadron. This squadron aimed to be a cut above the rest. A group of operators, known as Berserker Squadron. Berserker squadron however, was still within its infancy and had not gained notoriety among the larger clans and although may be recognisable to some, it would certainly not been widely known about. It would be here that Viladous would spend the next three years serving, joined a year or two later by his best friend and comrade Tyrion Solus.

"This is Berserker Squadron. I don't need to give it an introduction past that as I am sure you are all aware of what we do here. We are the spearhead, the first in and more often than not, the last out. Your personal infomation is being scrubbed from any and all galactic databases, you will be a ghost to the world afar. We are your family now." - Commanding Officer, Berserker Squadron.

Berserker Squadron was a concept that Viladous and Tyrion fully bought in to, the mark of the Berserker branded upon their skin. They were quickly brought up to speed and sent on additional training Cadres in which extra teaching saw them taking up specifically required specializations. The group had no room for quitters, shitters or nit pickers and anyone who fit into those categories were quickly weeded out. A group was after all, only as strong as it's weakest link. Trained as a tracker and sniper, Viladous was attached to his Company and immediately began wearing the beautifully crafted Berserker Commando Armour.

Three years into his service, everything changed. A routine op gone bad saw several members of his beloved squadron killed, when they were baited into an ambush by a number of Sith. Although his comrades fought hard for many days, they eventually succumbed to the overwhelming numbers and reinforcements at the Sith's disposal. Everyone died. Everyone except Viladous, who made it out by the skin of his teeth... After that, he could not face his squadron again. Taking one of the squadron's ships, he placed his armour into a footlocker on board and fell deep into a cycle of drink, hookers and mercenary work.

It was this work that saw him earn his reputation as "The Golden Gun". He was a reliable mercenary, whose word, was as good as gold. It was strange to think that even in the depths of his darkness, there was still a remanence of honour, integrity and keeping his word. Once a hit had been arranged with Viladous, there was no going back, something that secured him a comfortable seat within some of the smaller Cartels as one of their most valuable assets.

Upon returning to his ship one evening, a glow appeared from the footlocker he had long since forgotten. Walking over to it he dusted the top with the palm of his hand. His mind ticked over, the alcohol in his system suddenly wearing off as he flashed back to that fateful day he abandoned his family and his people. Taking a deep breath, he flicked up the lid, the light from the ship catching the red, silver and gold armour of his Squadron. The glow had been created by an old communicator, something he had long since believed to be broken tech. Upon it was a simple message...

"Return. Return to Mandalore."

His heart began to beat faster. Was this a distress message? Did it even matter? He had abandoned his duty a long time ago. As he scrambled to find the name of the sender, he dropped the device its old outer shell cracking and the screen flickering and cracking. As he picked the device from the floor, the screen began to fade to black the infomation of the sender lost within its broken soul.

Viladous fell to his knees and wept for the first time since his youth. Despite all that had happened, that young boy who wished to serve his people was still somewhere inside him. Fighting to get out. In that moment he knew that he must heed the call, his body moved with purpose around his ship as he flicked on switches, pulled levers in order to restore some functions that he had disabled. It was not long afterwards that, clad in his armour he returned to the pilot seat, his fingers working over time to punch in the co-ordinates to Mandalore.

Chapter I - Return

Call to Arms
​

The Stats​

Armour ;

Armour
Function 2 ; Jump Boots
Function 3 ; Bola Launcher

Weaponry ;

Duel Blaster Pistols
Blaster Rifle
Beskad - Earned Here

Ships, Vehicles and Droids ;

The 'Zerker​

I have aimed to dial everything back without changing the story line a huge amount.

Berserker Squadron was now almost like a "Brainchild" idea that began when Viladous was going through training and never gained the notoriety that he might of thought it did. It was still within its starting period, which is something I have tried to adjust and reflect.

I have also tried to lessen the words I have used in his own description, changing things that mention him being "experienced" to being "well trained."

I have dumbed down the golden gun thing slightly, but will be happy to add additional wording to dial it back some more. I also changed Cartels to "Smaller Cartels" as people like the Hutt Cartel who are massive, would hire only the best. Something that my character simply isn't or could not be!

@Faster Than Light

 

[The Good Doctor]

Approved