Post by morri on Dec 9, 2009 12:17:28 GMT -5
Name: Xam Ta’em
Species: Human, Adopted Mandalorian
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 135lbs
Eye Color: Bright Green
Gender: Female
Age: 19 Galactic years
Identifying Marks: small scar running 2” diagonally down towards her left hip from her belly button
Homeworld: Unknown
Typical Clothing: Yellow Beskar’gam with grey flame resistant jump suit; when not armored typically wears synth-denim jeans, form fitting tops, and a black jacket
Kit:Voice activated Beskar’gam, matching buy’ce, beskar collar, flame resistant grey jumpsuit, leather hilted beskad, Mandalorian crush gaunts, flame thrower, Dur-24 wrist laser, fiber cord whip w/ grappling hook, three grenades on her belt (types can change), dart launcher on each knee (3 darts each, explosive on contact)
Personality: Sarcastic, smart ass, loyal, quick tempered, will fight for what she believe in and cares about, fearless, aggressive, well humored, can be flirtatious
History:
Her birth parents having been killed in her infancy, Xam was left alone for dead. The nearly famished babe was found shortly thereafter by an older couple… Ka’ra and Arryn. The two had been warriors, farmers, and forged armor for their alit… hardly a life befitting a child. Now that they were in their later years, much too old for the battle field, though Arryn did occasionally throw his beskad into the game here and there… the two worked on the home front… farming food to feed the many clans, and taking care of any home front needs that came their way.
When Ka’ra saw the young, defenseless infant, her eyes glistened and she looked to her husband. “Arryn… can we… “Without a question, without a need for her to continue the statement, he simply nodded. “Yes Cyar’ika… she can come home with us… we can raise her… give her the life she deserves.” So, with the warm embrace of a grandmotherly aged woman, Xam’s new life began.
Growing up, Xam learned the ways and customs of her new family… she was taught to live by the Resol’nare, to stand up for whom and what she believed in, and to take care of business. Once she had stopped growing, and her family knew that her life was dedicated to the Mandalorian way of life, her adopted father forged her a set of Beskar’gam. It was yellow, and came with a grey jumpsuit… and she loved it. At the same time, her mother, who’d been forced to completely retire from battle due to her health, gifted her a beskad… the same beskad that her mother had passed on to her. Xam had never felt more connected to her family, their customs, and to the Mandalorians in general.
Arryn was also extremely proud of his daughter, and had taught her well in combat… so he decided it was time for her to face the reality of Mandalorian life, and took her into war with him. She well proved herself, and protected her vode with her very life… gaining more and more knowledge, and more and more weaponry in her arsenal. Xam’s mother had died just before she’d left with her father… so Xam knew she had to protect her aged father or find herself alone again. She fought hard to protect him, and was successful, until in one particular battle. She saw a man coming for him, and made the fast move in front of him, taking a deep gash in her abdomen. Stumbling forward, giving the Imperial soldier a chance to gain advantage of her father, and issue a finalizing blow.
Xam screamed out as the man hurt her father, ignoring the pain in her gut, she knew it was time for vengeance, and attacked the man with everything she was worth, stabbing through his heart, just as it felt he had her’s. As adrenaline coursed through her veins, Xam, pressing her hand to her aching stomach, made her way to her father’s side. It was clear he was drawing his last breaths… and he had a few things he wanted Xam to know.
“Ad’ika… “ The old man said with shallow breath, and quiet voice. “You’re mother and I… you know we love you as our own… I want you to know just how proud of you that I really am...” Xam tries to interject here, but is quickly shh’d by Arryn. “You know you haven’t officially been accepted amongst the Mandalorians… a lot of them know you exist, but I’ve never pushed the subject of making things official... I had to be sure it was what you yourself wanted.” At this point Arryn reaches up and slips off his buy’ce, and Xam follows suit. Looking each other eye to eye, her’s bright young and vibrant green, his grey, weak, and weathered, Aaryn takes her hand, and continues. “I know now this is what you wanted… and had plans to take you to try and make everything official…” He draws another long, shallow breath. “Promise me you’ll do this Xam… you need to keep to our traditions, and to our family… now more than ever…” Removing a bloody hand from her stomach, Xam wipes her cheek. “Of course Buir… you have my word… “ The old man smiles at his daughter. “Ad’ika… this is how it should be… a warrior should always find his way to Manda on the battle field… do not mourn for me, for I wanted it this way…” Xam nods. “I know Buir… I only hope I find my way there with the same honor that you have.” Aaryn smiles. “I’m sure you will Ad’ika… I’m sure you will…” He says as his eyes close and he draws his final breath.
Knowing it’s all over, Xam stands, carefully lifting her father onto her back, and carrying his lifeless, excruciatingly heavy body through the battle field, trying to find her way to the field doctor, knowing they’re handling the injured and dead. She walks for what feels like forever, finally collapsing from the blood loss, under the weight of her father’s body, at the feet of a doctor, totally unconscious.
Awakening a few weeks later, Xam finds herself in bed on Mandalore. She recollects what happened, and reaches down to her side, finding a small rough patch of scarred skin. She continues her thinking, and remembers her father’s words. A small smile escapes her lips, as she stands, and slips on her jumpsuit, and her boots, and her armor. Once dressed she pops on her buy’ce, and picks up her father’s helmet, and heads out; seeking to find her place amongst the Mandalorians… to fulfill both her dream, and the dream of her father.
Role Play Sample:
Xam’s mother had died just before she’d left with her father… so Xam knew she had to protect her aged father or find herself alone again. She fought hard to protect him, and was successful, until in one particular battle. She saw a man coming for him, and made the fast move in front of him, taking a deep gash in her abdomen. Stumbling forward, giving the Imperial soldier a chance to gain advantage of her father, and issue a finalizing blow.
Xam screamed out as the man hurt her father, ignoring the pain in her gut, she knew it was time for vengeance, and attacked the man with everything she was worth, stabbing through his heart, just as it felt he had her’s. As adrenaline coursed through her veins, Xam, pressing her hand to her aching stomach, made her way to her father’s side. It was clear he was drawing his last breaths… and he had a few things he wanted Xam to know.
“Ad’ika… “ The old man said with shallow breath, and quiet voice. “You’re mother and I… you know we love you as our own… I want you to know just how proud of you that I really am...” Xam tries to interject here, but is quickly shh’d by Arryn. “You know you haven’t officially been accepted amongst the Mandalorians… a lot of them know you exist, but I’ve never pushed the subject of making things official... I had to be sure it was what you yourself wanted.” At this point Arryn reaches up and slips off his buy’ce, and Xam follows suit. Looking each other eye to eye, her’s bright young and vibrant green, his grey, weak, and weathered, Aaryn takes her hand, and continues. “I know now this is what you wanted… and had plans to take you to try and make everything official…” He draws another long, shallow breath. “Promise me you’ll do this Xam… you need to keep to our traditions, and to our family… now more than ever…” Removing a bloody hand from her stomach, Xam wipes her cheek. “Of course Buir… you have my word… “ The old man smiles at his daughter. “Ad’ika… this is how it should be… a warrior should always find his way to Manda on the battle field… do not mourn for me, for I wanted it this way…” Xam nods. “I know Buir… I only hope I find my way there with the same honor that you have.” Aaryn smiles. “I’m sure you will Ad’ika… I’m sure you will…” He says as his eyes close and he draws his final breath.
Species: Human, Adopted Mandalorian
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 135lbs
Eye Color: Bright Green
Gender: Female
Age: 19 Galactic years
Identifying Marks: small scar running 2” diagonally down towards her left hip from her belly button
Homeworld: Unknown
Typical Clothing: Yellow Beskar’gam with grey flame resistant jump suit; when not armored typically wears synth-denim jeans, form fitting tops, and a black jacket
Kit:Voice activated Beskar’gam, matching buy’ce, beskar collar, flame resistant grey jumpsuit, leather hilted beskad, Mandalorian crush gaunts, flame thrower, Dur-24 wrist laser, fiber cord whip w/ grappling hook, three grenades on her belt (types can change), dart launcher on each knee (3 darts each, explosive on contact)
Personality: Sarcastic, smart ass, loyal, quick tempered, will fight for what she believe in and cares about, fearless, aggressive, well humored, can be flirtatious
History:
Her birth parents having been killed in her infancy, Xam was left alone for dead. The nearly famished babe was found shortly thereafter by an older couple… Ka’ra and Arryn. The two had been warriors, farmers, and forged armor for their alit… hardly a life befitting a child. Now that they were in their later years, much too old for the battle field, though Arryn did occasionally throw his beskad into the game here and there… the two worked on the home front… farming food to feed the many clans, and taking care of any home front needs that came their way.
When Ka’ra saw the young, defenseless infant, her eyes glistened and she looked to her husband. “Arryn… can we… “Without a question, without a need for her to continue the statement, he simply nodded. “Yes Cyar’ika… she can come home with us… we can raise her… give her the life she deserves.” So, with the warm embrace of a grandmotherly aged woman, Xam’s new life began.
Growing up, Xam learned the ways and customs of her new family… she was taught to live by the Resol’nare, to stand up for whom and what she believed in, and to take care of business. Once she had stopped growing, and her family knew that her life was dedicated to the Mandalorian way of life, her adopted father forged her a set of Beskar’gam. It was yellow, and came with a grey jumpsuit… and she loved it. At the same time, her mother, who’d been forced to completely retire from battle due to her health, gifted her a beskad… the same beskad that her mother had passed on to her. Xam had never felt more connected to her family, their customs, and to the Mandalorians in general.
Arryn was also extremely proud of his daughter, and had taught her well in combat… so he decided it was time for her to face the reality of Mandalorian life, and took her into war with him. She well proved herself, and protected her vode with her very life… gaining more and more knowledge, and more and more weaponry in her arsenal. Xam’s mother had died just before she’d left with her father… so Xam knew she had to protect her aged father or find herself alone again. She fought hard to protect him, and was successful, until in one particular battle. She saw a man coming for him, and made the fast move in front of him, taking a deep gash in her abdomen. Stumbling forward, giving the Imperial soldier a chance to gain advantage of her father, and issue a finalizing blow.
Xam screamed out as the man hurt her father, ignoring the pain in her gut, she knew it was time for vengeance, and attacked the man with everything she was worth, stabbing through his heart, just as it felt he had her’s. As adrenaline coursed through her veins, Xam, pressing her hand to her aching stomach, made her way to her father’s side. It was clear he was drawing his last breaths… and he had a few things he wanted Xam to know.
“Ad’ika… “ The old man said with shallow breath, and quiet voice. “You’re mother and I… you know we love you as our own… I want you to know just how proud of you that I really am...” Xam tries to interject here, but is quickly shh’d by Arryn. “You know you haven’t officially been accepted amongst the Mandalorians… a lot of them know you exist, but I’ve never pushed the subject of making things official... I had to be sure it was what you yourself wanted.” At this point Arryn reaches up and slips off his buy’ce, and Xam follows suit. Looking each other eye to eye, her’s bright young and vibrant green, his grey, weak, and weathered, Aaryn takes her hand, and continues. “I know now this is what you wanted… and had plans to take you to try and make everything official…” He draws another long, shallow breath. “Promise me you’ll do this Xam… you need to keep to our traditions, and to our family… now more than ever…” Removing a bloody hand from her stomach, Xam wipes her cheek. “Of course Buir… you have my word… “ The old man smiles at his daughter. “Ad’ika… this is how it should be… a warrior should always find his way to Manda on the battle field… do not mourn for me, for I wanted it this way…” Xam nods. “I know Buir… I only hope I find my way there with the same honor that you have.” Aaryn smiles. “I’m sure you will Ad’ika… I’m sure you will…” He says as his eyes close and he draws his final breath.
Knowing it’s all over, Xam stands, carefully lifting her father onto her back, and carrying his lifeless, excruciatingly heavy body through the battle field, trying to find her way to the field doctor, knowing they’re handling the injured and dead. She walks for what feels like forever, finally collapsing from the blood loss, under the weight of her father’s body, at the feet of a doctor, totally unconscious.
Awakening a few weeks later, Xam finds herself in bed on Mandalore. She recollects what happened, and reaches down to her side, finding a small rough patch of scarred skin. She continues her thinking, and remembers her father’s words. A small smile escapes her lips, as she stands, and slips on her jumpsuit, and her boots, and her armor. Once dressed she pops on her buy’ce, and picks up her father’s helmet, and heads out; seeking to find her place amongst the Mandalorians… to fulfill both her dream, and the dream of her father.
Role Play Sample:
Xam’s mother had died just before she’d left with her father… so Xam knew she had to protect her aged father or find herself alone again. She fought hard to protect him, and was successful, until in one particular battle. She saw a man coming for him, and made the fast move in front of him, taking a deep gash in her abdomen. Stumbling forward, giving the Imperial soldier a chance to gain advantage of her father, and issue a finalizing blow.
Xam screamed out as the man hurt her father, ignoring the pain in her gut, she knew it was time for vengeance, and attacked the man with everything she was worth, stabbing through his heart, just as it felt he had her’s. As adrenaline coursed through her veins, Xam, pressing her hand to her aching stomach, made her way to her father’s side. It was clear he was drawing his last breaths… and he had a few things he wanted Xam to know.
“Ad’ika… “ The old man said with shallow breath, and quiet voice. “You’re mother and I… you know we love you as our own… I want you to know just how proud of you that I really am...” Xam tries to interject here, but is quickly shh’d by Arryn. “You know you haven’t officially been accepted amongst the Mandalorians… a lot of them know you exist, but I’ve never pushed the subject of making things official... I had to be sure it was what you yourself wanted.” At this point Arryn reaches up and slips off his buy’ce, and Xam follows suit. Looking each other eye to eye, her’s bright young and vibrant green, his grey, weak, and weathered, Aaryn takes her hand, and continues. “I know now this is what you wanted… and had plans to take you to try and make everything official…” He draws another long, shallow breath. “Promise me you’ll do this Xam… you need to keep to our traditions, and to our family… now more than ever…” Removing a bloody hand from her stomach, Xam wipes her cheek. “Of course Buir… you have my word… “ The old man smiles at his daughter. “Ad’ika… this is how it should be… a warrior should always find his way to Manda on the battle field… do not mourn for me, for I wanted it this way…” Xam nods. “I know Buir… I only hope I find my way there with the same honor that you have.” Aaryn smiles. “I’m sure you will Ad’ika… I’m sure you will…” He says as his eyes close and he draws his final breath.
(
)checking the site..realizing no one's here and leaves