Post by Mando on Mar 25, 2016 1:38:02 GMT -5
Mando
Name: Mando
Age: 18 (by human standards)
Gender: Male
Race: Namekian
Homeworld: Namek
Starting Planet: Free Space
Appearance:
Mando is a tall and muscular namekian with large shoulders and a well-marked body. His features are not of a proud namekian from the warrior caste, however, but of a savage beast with pointed fangs and eyes of pure evil. There is not a single hint of maturity on him, being defined by the cockiness of a boy who had really seem much of the universe but thinks too high of himself and acts like he could blow a whole mountain with a single punch.
His ears are pointy and a pair of antennae hangs in his forehead like any other member of his species, but his skin is of a subtly darker green tone. He’s always shirtless, making clear his complete disregard for the costumes and tradition of his tribe or species by refusing to wear the clothes or act like any of the designates castes of Namek. For fighting, Mando favors over loose and dark clothes than traditional clothes in a gratuitous display of rebellious youth. He always tries to look as un-namekian as possible, saying that he likes to show his individuality and all that but the truth is that he has issues about every namekian looking about the same. For someone that naturally doesn’t give a fuck about anything else, he’s surprisingly sensitive about that.
Backstory:
Since he was a child, Mando felt a stranger among his own species. Born in a family of priests and healers, he could never accept his clan’s tradition as a part of his life but also was too savage and arrogant to be admitted into the warriors’ caste. Since very early he became a very rare case of a delinquent in his peaceful and orderly planet, picking fights just for the sake of it and being imprisoned more than one time every time the elders sought to change his delinquent ways. It never worked, and he grew progressively worse the older he became. He even began to call himself “the second coming of the demon”, even if he didn’t really know what was the first coming or the fact that the only person who called him that was himself.
The only person that insisted on seeing the good in him was his younger brother, Lin. Initiated in the arts of the Dragon Clan when he was little, he was the complete opposite of Mando in representing all the positive aspects of his namekian heritage. While the village demonized his rascal brother and treated him like the biggest shame to ever been born there, the young priest always tried his best to pacify his brother and make him channel all his aggressiveness in the life of a proud warrior, but to not avail. The two parted their ways in a violent way when Mando left his home planet, but even if the village celebrated when he went away, the little brother still hoped to one day help him know his true virtues.
As of now, Mando is adventuring in the free space, pursuing rumors about a distant sector in the galaxy where brutality reigns and the law is to kill or be killed. He doesn’t want power or revenge, truth be told he doesn’t particularly want anything that he can hold in his hands. His only desire is to feel alive, to feel his blood boiling and wake the day without any guarantee that he will reach the night alive. He wants to be a beast, feared throughout all the universe.
Techniques
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Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
Mando was thrown again in the jail, the third time in that month, again for picking a fight with the warriors of the village, calling them weak and challenging them to a duel to the death. A rookie about his age fell for his taunts and tried to shut his mouth, but the young rascal beat him up and sent him straight to the healers, screaming to the four directions that no one could take him in a true combat. For the crime of injuring a protector of the village, he was rendered unconscious and thrown on the cell where they would put the rare criminals that appeared on the village, normally space pirates that tried to put his hands on some local treasure.
Before him was his father, the elder of that small village. Oboe was a round and wrinkly namekian, having the typical features of an old sage of the Dragon Clan, and was known to be a peaceful and gentle healer who was kind to anyone of his people. To anyone but his delinquent son who couldn’t spend even a whole day without causing trouble and putting the life of the others around him in unnecessary danger.
– What has happened today, my child? – the Elder asked.
– Why should I tell? You won’t understand anyway.
The Elder took a deep sigh, summoning his utmost patience to deal with the most problematic youth he saw in his whole life. To deal with a nightmare in form of a namekian that happened to be his son.
– Of course I would, my child. I too was young once.
– So what? You won’t understand. No one in the village would understand. None of you know me.
– So who are you, my Mando? And why none of us would understand?
The young punk smirked, showing his teeth to his father like he was some kind of a savage beast. His aura was of pure hostility, like he couldn’t give any fuck if was his father before him or some stupid stranger that he never saw before.
– Because I’m not like you. I’m different, father, I’m better. In my bloods flow the blood of the demon, you know? I’m the great destroyer that was prophesized, I’m the heir of the dragon that will bring chaos and despair to the whole galaxy!
– And who prophesized that, my son?
– I did. Right know – an arrogant smile. He couldn’t even care if he was making sense or not.
The Elder Oboe hung his head, a mix of confusion and shame. The last thing that he wanted was to be strict with one of his beloved sons, was to punish and berate him, but Mando always left him with no choice. The young one had not the nature of a warrior but one of a wild beast, and that case was unlike any other that he ever encountered. His younger son, Lin, tried even to these days to teach his elder brother the namekian discipline, but to not avail, and he really feared that the boy would make true to his words and grow to be part of the dreaded Demon Clan. Even so, for some reason he couldn’t really sense evil on his son, but more of a chaotic nature that couldn’t stand the tranquil and peaceful life of the planet Namek. Going by esoteric ways, he could even say that Mando was born in the wrong species.
– I said you won’t understand me, father. Let me out of here, let me out of this godforsaken planet. Let me be me.
– And then, my child? What would you do?
– I could care less about what will I do as long as I feel alive, for fuck’s sake. I want to fight for survival, I want to fight for the thrill. I want to be the motherfucking dragon I was born destined to be, you supid elder, and I don’t care about this stupid protecting ways of this warrior caste or whatever. Do you know what I think? I think that in this universe is kill or be killed.
The Elder couldn’t really understand his own son, a true shame, but also couldn’t bring himself to hate him. The next morning he would release the young thug knowing fully that he learned nothing, but at this point he had just washed his hands on the matter. Maybe what Mando really needed was to get out the place he never called home and get to know about himself while exploring the far reaches of the universe. Maybe the Elder needed just to let go and stop worrying about the safety of the little one that longed for danger and hated the peaceful life of his native planet. The more he tried to change his son, the more his son became more conflicted and closed the gap between his savage nature and the path of true evil.
His decision was made, and as hard it would be for him he would let his son leave Namek for good and give up trying to force him the namekian traditions. His younger boy, however, was a whole another story on his unshakable faith that he could heal his elder brother, so the conflict was unavoidable. His only hope, after all that, was that tragedy wouldn’t come and kindred blood wouldn’t need to be spilled, for that was the way of the Demon Clan.
Reward Requested: (Zeni)
