Full Name: Jhann Halldyrsson Varde
Character Species: Mandalorian
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Height: 2.0 m
Weight: 110 kg
Character Move: 10/13
Personal Quote: "Rejoice! You will be noted in my Saga!"
Health Points: 50
Initiative: 13
Morality: +7
Renown: 1
Spent FP: 0
Character Points: 73
Learning: (S) Blaster: Blaster Carbine
Teacher: Self
Sims Left: 3
Character Credits: 3,200 (6,900 sov)
Force Sensitive? No
Force Path: N/A
Force Rank: N/A
Master (if applicable): N/A
Character FP: 3
Development Points: N/A
Midichlorian Count: 2,000
Character Bio:
Blinded in red.
Jhann backed away with a distressing grin plastered on the adolescents face. He could feel the crunch. He rubbed the blood squirted from the nose from his eyes with a spare arm. But he didn't have much more than a second to enjoy the thrill of a heavy hit before the other boy was trying to tackle him to the ground by his waist.
Jhann didn't resist, instead his legs wrapped around the other boy's chest, a momentary tangle of limbs had the other boy in a arm bar. A twist, and a crackling of a shattered wrist, a snap of a elbow, and finally, a pop of a shoulder unset. The only thing that surprised him about all of this was the squeal. The part that didn't was the immense pride. he had proven his worth to his adopted clan. The other boy made a noise he couldn't imagine a human making before now.
With a triumphant yell he stood and held his hands high. Jhann had did it. So few had done it but now, at the age of ten, he would be trained to be a super commando.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath his lungs were inexplicably filled with smoke and the smell of charred flesh. A smell he had trapped in his nose for years and did not relish its return. Opening his eyes he felt intense heat and immense panic. He was trapped, flame all around him and his only aim was to wrestle his way through the fire to what he knew was beyond.
As flame ingulfed him he felt his skin frying and fat run down his own hand, he never thought being burned to death would be so...wet. As seconds passed his panic only grew. He thought he heard a crying, though it sounded more mechanical than any biological form he ever heard.
As his vision began to fade, sunlight cut through the darkness and smoke, a red T slicing into vision, and for whatever reason, calm. The beeping getting louder and louder as the T grew, engulfing him in haze of comfort until his vision finally failed. At peace with death.
Even now he could here the beeping, the beeping just getting louder and loud-
He awoke. It look him half a second to realize where he was. He purposely fell asleep whilst in hyperspace, it was simply safer that way. He wasn't used to travelling alone, let alone so far from home. But it was the will of the clan.
A couple of taps on his navicomputer confirmed it. He was indeed at the rendezvous location, though he found himself concerned. There was as far as his scanners and eyes concerned, nothing. He double checked the route he was given for about ten minutes. Then his chronometer. Then grumbled. The one thing he hated was the waiting.
He set his scanner to wide and passive. supposing that his clan's leader wouldn't send him to this end of the armpit of the galaxy for no reason. Mandalorians weren't famous for their sense of humor, and pranking your own clan was...frowned on.
So it was that the Mandalorian supercommando of clan Varde sat in his ship, took off his helmet, and began to play his Ocarina. Waiting for the rather mysterious Uri Varde to make herself known.
Appearance:
WORK IN PROGRESS
Personality:
Larger than life and with a personality to match, very rarely is he not smiling, which has its own disturbing and intimidating nature when he undoubtedly at some point is covered in blood. Every moment is worth living to the maximum for Jhann and tomorrow is rarely a thought. He can also be seen as brash, though he does rush into danger, it's very rarely without forethought or a plan to see him the last one standing.
Character Species: Mandalorian
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Height: 2.0 m
Weight: 110 kg
Character Move: 10/13
Personal Quote: "Rejoice! You will be noted in my Saga!"
Health Points: 50
Initiative: 13
Morality: +7
Renown: 1
Spent FP: 0
Character Points: 73
Learning: (S) Blaster: Blaster Carbine
Teacher: Self
Sims Left: 3
Character Credits: 3,200 (6,900 sov)
Force Sensitive? No
Force Path: N/A
Force Rank: N/A
Master (if applicable): N/A
Character FP: 3
Development Points: N/A
Midichlorian Count: 2,000
Character Bio:
Blinded in red.
Jhann backed away with a distressing grin plastered on the adolescents face. He could feel the crunch. He rubbed the blood squirted from the nose from his eyes with a spare arm. But he didn't have much more than a second to enjoy the thrill of a heavy hit before the other boy was trying to tackle him to the ground by his waist.
Jhann didn't resist, instead his legs wrapped around the other boy's chest, a momentary tangle of limbs had the other boy in a arm bar. A twist, and a crackling of a shattered wrist, a snap of a elbow, and finally, a pop of a shoulder unset. The only thing that surprised him about all of this was the squeal. The part that didn't was the immense pride. he had proven his worth to his adopted clan. The other boy made a noise he couldn't imagine a human making before now.
With a triumphant yell he stood and held his hands high. Jhann had did it. So few had done it but now, at the age of ten, he would be trained to be a super commando.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath his lungs were inexplicably filled with smoke and the smell of charred flesh. A smell he had trapped in his nose for years and did not relish its return. Opening his eyes he felt intense heat and immense panic. He was trapped, flame all around him and his only aim was to wrestle his way through the fire to what he knew was beyond.
As flame ingulfed him he felt his skin frying and fat run down his own hand, he never thought being burned to death would be so...wet. As seconds passed his panic only grew. He thought he heard a crying, though it sounded more mechanical than any biological form he ever heard.
As his vision began to fade, sunlight cut through the darkness and smoke, a red T slicing into vision, and for whatever reason, calm. The beeping getting louder and louder as the T grew, engulfing him in haze of comfort until his vision finally failed. At peace with death.
Even now he could here the beeping, the beeping just getting louder and loud-
He awoke. It look him half a second to realize where he was. He purposely fell asleep whilst in hyperspace, it was simply safer that way. He wasn't used to travelling alone, let alone so far from home. But it was the will of the clan.
A couple of taps on his navicomputer confirmed it. He was indeed at the rendezvous location, though he found himself concerned. There was as far as his scanners and eyes concerned, nothing. He double checked the route he was given for about ten minutes. Then his chronometer. Then grumbled. The one thing he hated was the waiting.
He set his scanner to wide and passive. supposing that his clan's leader wouldn't send him to this end of the armpit of the galaxy for no reason. Mandalorians weren't famous for their sense of humor, and pranking your own clan was...frowned on.
So it was that the Mandalorian supercommando of clan Varde sat in his ship, took off his helmet, and began to play his Ocarina. Waiting for the rather mysterious Uri Varde to make herself known.
Appearance:
WORK IN PROGRESS
Personality:
Larger than life and with a personality to match, very rarely is he not smiling, which has its own disturbing and intimidating nature when he undoubtedly at some point is covered in blood. Every moment is worth living to the maximum for Jhann and tomorrow is rarely a thought. He can also be seen as brash, though he does rush into danger, it's very rarely without forethought or a plan to see him the last one standing.
