Oct 7, 2018 10:27:43 GMT
Ardasz grew up in the Mid-Rim, the son of a middle class farmer. He intended to toil and eventually carry on the family business, but be it chance or fate, the cosmos had other plans for him. When the Republic came through with their first draft during a long and grueling series of wars, he was called up to the infantry and taken from home. He learned various martial skills from the academies and became proficient in combat, but his mind always wandered back home.
Two years of service passed and he was allowed to choose, return to the farm or continue fighting on the fringes of the Republic against tireless enemies. He thought it was time to go back to what he knew; but the old adage rang true. You can never go home.
He found his father's farm burned to ash and the cropland salted. It would take years before the earth there was ever fertile again. In his rage, he questioned all those nearby who survived: what had happened, and who was to blame. Dissatisfied with the answers he got, Ardasz left home for the last time.
Distraught, depressed, and alone, he sought vengeance in a blind rage. He took jobs as a mercenary and a bounty hunter, doing the only work he felt he was fit for. Dirty, violent work that stretched his humanity and shaped him into more mechanical than man. Disassociation slowly tore away strands of his personality, leaving the once bright boy a cold, methodical man.
It was under those circumstances that he met Relt Beviin, a Mandalorian who could see into his onslaught and look past the anger that had possessed him. Beviin took the young warrior under his wing and invited him to come back to Concord Dawn with him where he could work the farm and take on a type of work that did not rend the Spirit.
Moved by an action that Relt could not have understood the significance of, Ardasz accepted the offer and put down his weapons, preferring instead to cultivate the land and bring food to the Mandalorian people the way his own father once did. Relt was happy with Ardasz, and he offered to adopt him as his Son.
Ardasz accepted, and when he did, he adopted the Mandalorian word for "warrior" as his surname. While he could have taken the clan name, his choice was both to honor the heritage he had embraced, and to remember what he had become.
In the time that followed, Ardasz trained extensively to hone his skills should the need to defend Mandalore ever arise.
Name: Ardasz Verd
Affiliation: Mandalorians
Age: 29
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190 lbs.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Sandy Blonde
Skin Color: Caucasian, tanned.
Inventory:
Beskar'gam- shoulder, chest, back, groin, shins, greaves, buy'ce
Bodyglove- armorweave with duraplast inlay.
Buy'ce- Advanced HUD with 360° view, scanners, HoloNet antenna, Infrared cycling enabled, integrated Rangefinder, voice command recognition, microexpression recognition, short range communicator, sonic dampeners, and targeting assistance.
Beskad'e, given as a gift by Relt upon completion of his Verd'goten.
EE-3 Carbine
DG-29 Heavy Blaster Pistol
Combat Knife, shoulder sheathed, poisoned with X-1 venom.
Scattergun, extra ammunition stored at left hip.
Bandolier with various grenades, kitted expressly at the start of a given thread.
Ardasz without his armor.
Two years of service passed and he was allowed to choose, return to the farm or continue fighting on the fringes of the Republic against tireless enemies. He thought it was time to go back to what he knew; but the old adage rang true. You can never go home.
He found his father's farm burned to ash and the cropland salted. It would take years before the earth there was ever fertile again. In his rage, he questioned all those nearby who survived: what had happened, and who was to blame. Dissatisfied with the answers he got, Ardasz left home for the last time.
Distraught, depressed, and alone, he sought vengeance in a blind rage. He took jobs as a mercenary and a bounty hunter, doing the only work he felt he was fit for. Dirty, violent work that stretched his humanity and shaped him into more mechanical than man. Disassociation slowly tore away strands of his personality, leaving the once bright boy a cold, methodical man.
It was under those circumstances that he met Relt Beviin, a Mandalorian who could see into his onslaught and look past the anger that had possessed him. Beviin took the young warrior under his wing and invited him to come back to Concord Dawn with him where he could work the farm and take on a type of work that did not rend the Spirit.
Moved by an action that Relt could not have understood the significance of, Ardasz accepted the offer and put down his weapons, preferring instead to cultivate the land and bring food to the Mandalorian people the way his own father once did. Relt was happy with Ardasz, and he offered to adopt him as his Son.
Ardasz accepted, and when he did, he adopted the Mandalorian word for "warrior" as his surname. While he could have taken the clan name, his choice was both to honor the heritage he had embraced, and to remember what he had become.
In the time that followed, Ardasz trained extensively to hone his skills should the need to defend Mandalore ever arise.
Name: Ardasz Verd
Affiliation: Mandalorians
Age: 29
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190 lbs.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Sandy Blonde
Skin Color: Caucasian, tanned.
Inventory:
Beskar'gam- shoulder, chest, back, groin, shins, greaves, buy'ce
Bodyglove- armorweave with duraplast inlay.
Buy'ce- Advanced HUD with 360° view, scanners, HoloNet antenna, Infrared cycling enabled, integrated Rangefinder, voice command recognition, microexpression recognition, short range communicator, sonic dampeners, and targeting assistance.
Beskad'e, given as a gift by Relt upon completion of his Verd'goten.
EE-3 Carbine
DG-29 Heavy Blaster Pistol
Combat Knife, shoulder sheathed, poisoned with X-1 venom.
Scattergun, extra ammunition stored at left hip.
Bandolier with various grenades, kitted expressly at the start of a given thread.
Ardasz without his armor.
