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 Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 8:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 8:15 pm
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Full Name: Enya N. Igmacious
Nickname: E-N-Igma (a.k.a. Enigma)
Age: 36
Birth Planet: Mandalore
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Mandalorian
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 19 lbs.
Way of Life: "Honor and money is all there is left for me. I might as well indulge while I can."
Personality: Enya is the stubborn and anti-social type. She is unable to be social without eventually pulling out a blaster and threatening her new acquaintances. She is not shy, nor does she not have a desire for a social life. She is simply angered easily by others and can never seem to get along with others enough. When chasing a bounty, she rarely will go out with others to catch them because of her issues in the past with her previous team.
After developing a relationship with another, Enya still doesn't really change. The most that has changed in her interactions with others would be the fact that she no longer draws her blaster on them. It is rare that anyone would see her take off her helmet, let alone give a friendly expression.
Enya is different when she is maintaining her ship and equipment, though. She works diligently and seems to do so in a cheery manner. While she plays a little charade while others are around, she does enjoy the time she spends doing maintenance.
Teacher / Mentor(s): None
Student: None
Planet: Mandalore
Side: Neutral
Rank: Beginner
Main Class: Soldier
Subclass: Bounty Hunter
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Energy Pool: [ 195 + 10 = 205 ]
Fighting Style: Medium Style
Strengths:
• [ Demolitionist ] :: Highly trained with explosives and ballistics
• [ Pistolero ] :: Pistols are her favorite weapons and she has always been proficient with them
• [ Lightweight ] :: Not referring to her ability to hold in her alcohol; she is capable of moving and evading with decent agility while maintaining accuracy
• [ Strategist ] :: Has incredible critical thinking abilities and can formulate complex plans on the spot
Weaknesses:
• [ Force Vulnerability ] :: Untrained in combating those with Force powers and is without knowledge of how to fend them off
• [ Over-Independent ] :: Refuses to accept help from others that she has not accepted as a valuable comrade
• [ Mandalorian Predilection ] :: Nearly always refuses to accept comrades that are not of the Mandalorian race
Fears:
• [ Jedi Resentment ] :: Due to her previous experiences with the Jedi Order, she loathes the day that she could be forced to align with them for even the simplest of jobs
• [ Quest For Honor ] :: She has an inescapable fear of dying without honoring herself and her former comrades
Class Attributes:
• [ Minor Muscles ] :: Physical endurance slightly increased
• [ Keen Eye ] :: Accuracy slightly increased.
Reductions:
• Learn weapon styles one [1] posts faster.
• Learn combat styles one [1] post faster.
Personal Attributes:
• [ Mandalorian Valor ] :: Being a Mandalorian, with the blood of a race that was full of the best warriors in history, Enya carries on the tradition of being an amazing warrior. Her skills with weaponry and strategy are amazing, but her true ability lies within her spirit. When in the heat of battle, she seems to gain increased physical attributes, enhanced critical thinking and information processing speed, and exceptional dexterity.
• [ Ballistic, Bombs, and Booby Traps ] :: Enya is a ballistics expert and pistol marksman, but she prides herself less as the latter. While focusing mostly on her usage of the ballistic weapon, she learned how to lay out explosives, force enemies out of hiding, trap bounties, or do nearly anything with an explosive force. Because of her proficiency, explosive and ballistic attacks are considered [1] rank stronger.
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Credit: 0
AC: 0
Missions Complete:
D Rank :: 0
C Rank :: 0
B Rank :: 0
A Rank :: 0
S Rank :: 0
Limitations:
• Survival Skills : : 04 / 04
• Combat Style : : 00 / 01
• Weapon Styles: : 01 / 01
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Weapon Type: Blaster Carbine
Weapon Range: Accurate up to 20m
Weapon Weight: 1kg
Weapon Location: Holstered on lower back
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The Basic Skills:
• Dash
• Jump
• Translator
• Basic First Aid
• Basic Repair
Survival
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[[ Volume I :: Prologue ]]
[ Upbringing of a Young Warrior & Downfall of a Great One ]
Enya was born into a Mandalorian family of warriors. Her father was a Jedi Knight for the Order and her mother was a mere local woman whom had been in love with a Jedi since she was young. Love is forbidden, however, in the Jedi Order. The two kept Enya a secret for many years, till the girl was about seven years old. It was then that Enya's father was found out and accused of betraying the laws that were laid out by the Order. Because of this, her father was banished, never to show his face at the temple again. He was even forced to relinquish his lightsaber. When he returned and told of what happened, he paid special attention to how he told this to Enya. He said that he would never go back to being a Jedi and that he could now be happy again since he could spend the rest of his days with his family. As he hugged Enya and reassured her that everything would be alright, she ran his story through her head multiple times. She knew that something was wrong, but she would play along for now.
[ Adolescence of a Young Warrior & Depression of a Great One ]
In her early teenage years, Enya showed to be a strong girl. She occasionally would do small sparring sessions with her father for combat practice in case she ever needed to defend herself. She grew to have exceptional skill in the field of close-combat as she continued to train. At age fifteen, she was given a blaster pistol by her father and was taught how to shoot. She learned quickly and became a proficient sharpshooter by the age of seventeen.
Her father was proud to have his daughter show that she was a true Mandalorian. However, this didn't mean he was really that happy. Every night, he would sit in his study and stare at the wall where he had his Jedi robes pinned up. He cherished the days of being in the Order and missed it dearly. Most nights, he would just sigh in depression as he looked at the robes and reminisced, but he would sometimes break into tears. He was a broken man, now. He was stripped of his life and would do nearly anything to have it back. The only thing keeping him from insanity was his life.
[ Birth of a Young Warrior & Death of a Great One ]
Enya was now twenty-one years old. She had begun working at one of the local cantinas in order to earn some extra credits for herself. Enya didn't know one thing, though. Without the Jedi Order funding her household, her mother had been taking extra jobs to help make ends meet. Without Enya, nor her father, noticing, her mother had worked herself into sickness. She never let Enya know about her sickness, but Enya's father knew. He could feel her body's distress through his abilities he retained with the Force. He tried not to worry Enya, but he still did his best to help her mother.
Enya was at work when her father came through the doors of the cantina. He took a seat at the bar. She came over, concerned as any daughter would be. She saw that he was in distress, sorrow even. This was the worst condition she had ever seen her father in. She asked if he was okay. No response came. She asked again and shook him by the shoulder lightly to try and gain his attention. No response. She raised her voice and lifted his head to meet her eyes. Tears ran down his face and he just said, "She's gone... Your mother... She's dead..." Enya was awestruck. She had never experienced much loss in her life and now her own mother was taken away from her, and Enya would never have her back.
Years passed after that and things changed drastically. Her father was completely broken now. His spirit, his confidence, his sanity; it was all gone. Now, he just laid in his bed every day. It was rare that he left. Enya would work at the cantina and would take an extra job every once in a while just to make a little extra money to maintain the household better. She worked as hard as she could every day to make up for the loss of her mother. When she came home from a long day's work, she would cook, clean the house, and try to tend to her father. He didn't eat much and had to be forced to bathe, but Enya managed to make sure he was kept alive. She couldn't lose him, too.
Now, at age twenty-five, Enya had managed to finally work enough to maintain her home and take care of her father. She could live a better life now just as long as she took good care of her father and managed her expenses wisely. As she was cooking his meal, she heard him call to her in an urgent tone. She rushed to him, spilling the contents of the meal on the floor. Her father was laying on his back calmly when she entered his room. She asked him what was wrong and why he called. He just looked at her and smiled. "You have made me proud, Enya. You're a strong woman; a true Mandalorian. Make me even more proud, now. Live on, be strong, find your purpose. I won't be here much longer, Enya. You have go on this journey by yourself. Please, Enya, make me proud. I'll be watching over you with your mother, soon enough." Enya stayed with her father, clutching his hand. After a moment, she felt it go limp. Her father was gone.
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[[ Volume II :: The Survivor ]]
[ The Introduction To The Life of a Bounty Hunter ]
It's been about a year now since Enya was left on her own. She quit all jobs she had except for the one that she had that one in the cantina. She waited tables, poured drinks, and was eye candy to the public for too long now. She needed to get out of there! It was one day when she overheard some guys talking about a bounty that was on the loose in her town.....
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 9:15 pm
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 8:48 pm
Character: Enya. N. Igmacious (a.k.a. Enigma)
Link to profile: Enigma
Appearance: Pic! Click! Pow!
Starship Type: M3-A Scyk Fighter
Armament: Laser Cannons (2)
Engine Units: Standard Engine Units
Hyper Drive System: Factory; x2 Hyperdrive
Shielding: A weak shield generator
Targeting Systems: Standard Systems
Sensor Systems: Standard Systems
Crew: One
Minimum Crew: One
Passengers: Zero
Cargo Capacity: 110 kg
Consumables: Two weeks worth
Anything Else?: None
Description: After the death of her old crew and coming back to Mandalore, Enya went on a long hiatus. Upon returning into service as a Bounty Hunter, she purchased a starfighter for herself and would go out to make use of it to track down the Sith that attacked her before.
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