Post by Kitsune Kutami on May 11, 2013 3:51:26 GMT -5
* Name- Kitsune 'Kits' Kutami
* Age- 27
* Gender- Female
* Species- Human
* Affiliation- Mandalorian
* Homeworld- Mandalore
* Appearance- Kits has a lean, muscular figure. From her extensive training her skin has grown tan. Her auburn hair, cut short and choppy frames her face quite nicely. On top of all of this her eyes are probably her most piercing feature. They are an ice blue, with deep and thick black circles about them. In any other culture these features may be described as 'delicate', but say this to Kits at your own risk.
Such a thing is an insult to a mandalorian woman. They go through just as extensive training as the men, along with having to learn to care for the home in the event that they start a family of their own.
* Weapons- Continuing off this idea of traditions comes her armor, which is something she is quite proud of and rightfully so. The black armor is made of beskar, otherwise known as mandalorian iron to the rest of the galaxy. It's prized for not only being light weight, but extremely durable.
Even lightsabers struggle to pass through the material, despite their ability to pass through many other metals like butter.
Weapons wise Kits has a preference for blasters and other forms of long range weaponry. Occasionally she may utilize forms of grenades, or in a pinch, hand to hand combat, but if it's come to that generally her mission has failed in more ways than one.
* Bio (short version)-
As is common in her culture, Kits was raised primarily by her mother. This is something practically unique to the Mandalorians... women are equal in practically all facets. So even though she was raised by her mother she did learn all of the same things the boys did. How to fight, survival techniques... and something that the boys never learn about taking care of the home while her potential spouse goes off to war.
Though what she considered the most important lesson involved honor. So many things stem from this idea... justice, vengence, truth, reliability... at the end of one's journey, what do they have left? Either peace due to satisfaction of one's actions, or not.
For example, when Kits was approximately 14 years old, the Galactic Empire effectively replaced the old Republic. Calls for bounty hunters, warriors, and the like were sent out to Mandalore. An informal alliance seemed to have been reached, even with grumblings about how the now Emperor never does anything without a goal. Yes even then it was obvious of the power hungry nature of the Galactic Empire.
Without the Jedi, the next greatest threat was the Mandalorians... meaning that the next target, logically speaking, was the mandalorians.
Kit's mother took this circumstance as a teaching opportunity. She was not from Mandalore, and so had a slight outsider's view about the matter. The Emperor took power via precise blow. While strategic, this makes his allies wary. While Mandalorians tend to be xenophobic of those outside of their sphere, this only made any form of trust impossible.
However, for those willing to work with them, the credits are good.
This is where Kits core beliefs lie. At the end of her life, whenever that happens at by whatever means, will she be content with her actions. Now there is a hierarchy to this. After all she is a mandalorian warrior... and priority will always fall with those from her own faction.
Unquestioningly. That is simply the mandalorian way.
At this point in time she picks up jobs where she can to support her planet hopping habits... but come war to Mandalore or any planet under their banner? She's on the front line.
Honor first. Always.
* Sample RP-
Kitsune leaned gently against her rifle, staring down the scope through her red tinted visor. She had been hired by a Hutt boss... one of the many, obviously, though which one didn't matter really. His credits were good. All he wanted was some smuggler dead. Extra credits if she could pull it off unseen and in front of the man's crew.
Piece of cake. In fact one of the simplest jobs she's been handed in ages. Due to one simple fact...
After a run the gentleman in question liked to go gamble a portion of his proceeds away with his crew at the nearest cantina. Which is precisely where the mandalorian merc was waiting. Crouched in the all too familiar position against her rife with the cool shadows over her.
Simply perfect.
Soon enough the captain came stumbling out of the bar, with the bartender screaming at him. One of his shipmates... possibly his concubine for all Kits cared, attempted to calm the burly man down, with marked success. It was impressive but Kits was waiting.
Simply waiting.
The rest of the four man crew filed out, and started conversing. Kits finger twitched over the trigger just as their eyes turned towards their captain.
Just in time for them to catch his head exploding and spraying in partially cooked chunks against the wall.
Kits didn't take the time to check their reactions. She was already breaking down her rifle and storing it. Even without her helmet she could hear the yelling and the frantic search for the killer.
They wouldn't find her.
Though speaking of Cantinas, she could use a drink.
Yourself
Name - Eliza/SirZofMarvel
Age - 21
Years of (RP) experience - 7
Character Roster - Inara Milakovich
* Age- 27
* Gender- Female
* Species- Human
* Affiliation- Mandalorian
* Homeworld- Mandalore
* Appearance- Kits has a lean, muscular figure. From her extensive training her skin has grown tan. Her auburn hair, cut short and choppy frames her face quite nicely. On top of all of this her eyes are probably her most piercing feature. They are an ice blue, with deep and thick black circles about them. In any other culture these features may be described as 'delicate', but say this to Kits at your own risk.
Such a thing is an insult to a mandalorian woman. They go through just as extensive training as the men, along with having to learn to care for the home in the event that they start a family of their own.
* Weapons- Continuing off this idea of traditions comes her armor, which is something she is quite proud of and rightfully so. The black armor is made of beskar, otherwise known as mandalorian iron to the rest of the galaxy. It's prized for not only being light weight, but extremely durable.
Even lightsabers struggle to pass through the material, despite their ability to pass through many other metals like butter.
Weapons wise Kits has a preference for blasters and other forms of long range weaponry. Occasionally she may utilize forms of grenades, or in a pinch, hand to hand combat, but if it's come to that generally her mission has failed in more ways than one.
* Bio (short version)-
As is common in her culture, Kits was raised primarily by her mother. This is something practically unique to the Mandalorians... women are equal in practically all facets. So even though she was raised by her mother she did learn all of the same things the boys did. How to fight, survival techniques... and something that the boys never learn about taking care of the home while her potential spouse goes off to war.
Though what she considered the most important lesson involved honor. So many things stem from this idea... justice, vengence, truth, reliability... at the end of one's journey, what do they have left? Either peace due to satisfaction of one's actions, or not.
For example, when Kits was approximately 14 years old, the Galactic Empire effectively replaced the old Republic. Calls for bounty hunters, warriors, and the like were sent out to Mandalore. An informal alliance seemed to have been reached, even with grumblings about how the now Emperor never does anything without a goal. Yes even then it was obvious of the power hungry nature of the Galactic Empire.
Without the Jedi, the next greatest threat was the Mandalorians... meaning that the next target, logically speaking, was the mandalorians.
Kit's mother took this circumstance as a teaching opportunity. She was not from Mandalore, and so had a slight outsider's view about the matter. The Emperor took power via precise blow. While strategic, this makes his allies wary. While Mandalorians tend to be xenophobic of those outside of their sphere, this only made any form of trust impossible.
However, for those willing to work with them, the credits are good.
This is where Kits core beliefs lie. At the end of her life, whenever that happens at by whatever means, will she be content with her actions. Now there is a hierarchy to this. After all she is a mandalorian warrior... and priority will always fall with those from her own faction.
Unquestioningly. That is simply the mandalorian way.
At this point in time she picks up jobs where she can to support her planet hopping habits... but come war to Mandalore or any planet under their banner? She's on the front line.
Honor first. Always.
* Sample RP-
Kitsune leaned gently against her rifle, staring down the scope through her red tinted visor. She had been hired by a Hutt boss... one of the many, obviously, though which one didn't matter really. His credits were good. All he wanted was some smuggler dead. Extra credits if she could pull it off unseen and in front of the man's crew.
Piece of cake. In fact one of the simplest jobs she's been handed in ages. Due to one simple fact...
After a run the gentleman in question liked to go gamble a portion of his proceeds away with his crew at the nearest cantina. Which is precisely where the mandalorian merc was waiting. Crouched in the all too familiar position against her rife with the cool shadows over her.
Simply perfect.
Soon enough the captain came stumbling out of the bar, with the bartender screaming at him. One of his shipmates... possibly his concubine for all Kits cared, attempted to calm the burly man down, with marked success. It was impressive but Kits was waiting.
Simply waiting.
The rest of the four man crew filed out, and started conversing. Kits finger twitched over the trigger just as their eyes turned towards their captain.
Just in time for them to catch his head exploding and spraying in partially cooked chunks against the wall.
Kits didn't take the time to check their reactions. She was already breaking down her rifle and storing it. Even without her helmet she could hear the yelling and the frantic search for the killer.
They wouldn't find her.
Though speaking of Cantinas, she could use a drink.
Yourself
Name - Eliza/SirZofMarvel
Age - 21
Years of (RP) experience - 7
Character Roster - Inara Milakovich
