"You wouldn't understand, you are not Mandalorian."
Born on the wartorn remnants of Malchor V, Genral is a direct descendant of Mandalore the First. He was born into a surviving group of Mandalorians who still held to the old ways of their people. A nomadic tribe that accepted members from all races and genders, his entire world was consumed in conflict from a very young age. He killed his first man when he was only four, and it was not an accident. His entire society was founded under War, and as such all members were taught how to become the best of them from a very young age. Genral was no different from his upbringing, but his potential was enough to garner him the attentions of far more than just his clan.
Having led a group of his fellows against conquerers, Sith Lords, and Jedi Knights alike; he very quickly established a reputation for being pragmatic and ruthless in his tactics. He didn't care where you came from, how you were trained, or what you would do to him or his fellows - You were the Enemy, and You would be annihilated. When he was only fourteen, he was contacted by a mysterious individual who only referred to themselves as Twilight. Their money was good, and their missions definitely appealed to his warrior mentality. After doing odd jobs for them for three years, he finally got to meet the person behind the Encrypted Dossiers, the Dark Lady of Twilight herself. They met on a day a Sith Lord had attacked her enclave, and while his troops defended the outpost he and his best moved deeper in to find their contracter and get them to safety. Immediately upon entering her meditation chamber, both of his bodyguards immediately collapsed into gibbering babes from the sheer presence of being so close to her. She'd taken upon herself a new mantle, and had begun practicing her surreal Force powers that caused the Sith and Jedi alike to take a keen interest in killing her. She noticed that he was the first living person she'd been in contact with since her bid for power was answered that didn't melt into a jibbering pile of refuse from her mere presence; something she found highly intriguing even as her 'rescuer' turned his repeater back to the fray to defend her. She thought about leaving him there, letting him die a death she knew he would find appealing to his warrior mentality; but something about him drew her. When she opened the Rift to bring herself out of the Galaxy and into the Nexus, she took him with her by placing her bare hand upon his clothed shoulder..
Within days of their arrival, she had discovered why he proved so resilient to her aura that usually decayed entire planets within hours. Being a direct descendant of Mandalore the First, he was given the best training and equipment his people could salvage; which included two items of renown. One was an implant permanently attached to his spinal cord that augmented his nervous system; stimulating his metabolism into new heights of regeneration as well as making him nearly impervious to pain. It wasn't that he didn't feel it, he was just now fully capable of ignoring its effects upon his actions (Unless the wound is fatal.). When combined with his own indominitable will to succeed, he could withstand her presence for hours on end; something no mortal man had ever done since she had attained it. After spending so much time with her, her presence had an effect on his own body, twisting it and turning it into something else..
He began having visions, nightmares that stretched into his psyche and began breaking down his mental blocks against the Force. He began to see things, predict things as well as be able to directly affect the world around him. He mastered a few Force techniques very quickly, others took time, but now one can find him not only a Mandalorian, but also a very powerful Sith Juggernaut. His most potent force powers focused around affecting the gravity around him, allowing him to push/pull/crush things that normally prove far to much for a young apprentice to learn; especially so quickly. His Mistress's power leaked into him thanks to spending so much time with her, and now he can also tap into her more Unstable powers. This is a direct extension of her own will, for he has no direct control over what happens when he summons that particular aspect of his training; as such can only be accomplished when she is (relatively) nearby.
He stands at six foot four, making him taller than most humans but not overly so. He is built like the Tanks he uses in War, thick muscle corded over his augmented skeletal structure to such a point he can hardly walk through a normal doorway without brushing the sides with his shoulders. He wears a crystalline armor thats been grafted onto his Mandalorian Heavy Plate, allowing his armor to absorb the mightiest of blows while having its impact dispersed evenly over his entire suit. This included energy based attacks, psionics, and to his surprise even Force powers (This includes Magic.) were rendered inert so long as his Void Shields remained intact. His suit came with its own power core, enabling his shields to recharge independently and very quickly so long as he can avoid taking direct fire for a few moments. When combined with his Twilight-Infused musculature, he became almost unstoppable once he'd set his sights on a target.
He has mastered melee combat, prefering to use his Vibroblades over a Lightsaber. This does not mean he doesn't use his rifle, handed down to him years before he had been altered into the warhulk he's seen as today. With his armor proving nearly impervious to direct attacks, he was a terrifying force on the battlefield. His allegiance is unwavering, it cannot be bought or bargained for, and his devotion to his Mistresss' Cause cannot faulter. Thanks to his oftentimes Direct exposure to her and her surreal aura, one could hardly even call him human anymore. Of course, for all his power he does have several glaring weaknesses. One of which is his speed, which is atrocious when compared to the grace and skill with which most combatants move. He is limited to short bursts of speed, and otherwise moves at a steady marching pace. Combined with his inability to avoid attacks that could be more than his armor can handle, he usually avoids a confrontation wherein open spaces are involved. In close quarters combat however, his strikes are nearly impossible to block without receiving some serious damage in return. This includes his would be target and the environment around him, he's quite often hacked straight through Durasteel walls four feet thick to pursue a target. His vibroblades are heavily augmented much like his armor, enabling them to shred through the toughest of metals without once stopping. With the unique Echani fiberweave woven along the blades edge, they are more than capable of sustaining direct blasts of energy without breaking.
Under his Mistress' direct command, he has not been allowed to ply his considerable might in open warfare with anyone as of yet within Nexus itself. As such, one can usually find him at a bar or acquiring certain items his Mistress has sent him after. Despite not being able to bring his brethren with him, he got along quite well with other students of war; often offering to spar with them in order to further expand his own repetoire as well as spread his clans' teachings. While his devotion to his Mistress's cause is unwavering, he is at heart a warrior and will always respect the results of combat over words any day. While somewhat gruff in demeanor, he does not shy from meeting 'civilians'. While being raised for War, he has learned to accept there are also times of Peace. He simply uses that time to plan for the inevitable War..
Things I AM into:
Storyline - Above all else, I love to develop a character more than anything.
Wargames - With an objective clear, he charges into the fray..
Theory - This applies mostly to war tactics and logistics, but he's been known to have some startling opinions about things more philosophical.
Pred/Pred - Two predators meeting and seeing who comes out on top.
Bounties - Someone has put a price on someone's head, and he could always use the credits..
Missions/Objectives - Given a task by his Mentor, he will stop at nothing until her will is made reality.
Things I am NOT into:
Powergaming - Despite his prowess as a tank, he does have exploitable weaknesses. Unwinnable situations are not stimulating or entertaining in any way, and will kill a mood pretty quickly. This includes AutoHitting and AutoKilling.
Constant Fights - Despite this character being designed for war, he isn't here to wage it.
Transformation - He is made as I like him, so please do not attempt to change him physically. One can always attempt to change his mind on a subject through interaction, and is highly encouraged to do so.
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