Name: Nave Danon Race: Zabrak Age: 28 Skin: Red Height: 6'5" Weight: 215 Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Yellow Place of Birth: Nowhere (born on a smugglers ship) Skills: Melee weapons Languages: Basic, mando'a, huttese Character Alignment: Chaotic neutral Affiliation: Occupation: Bounty hunter Other Duties: Mentors: Blademaster Notog Alive Family: Unknown Hand-to-Hand Styles: Close combat military, Melee specialization.
Weaponry and Misc Items: Med pac, comlink, datapad,Grapple hook. Reinforced vibrosword and off hand MK- 2 Electroblade
Armor: Polyplast battle armor Undercover Attire: muscle shirt, vest, shorts/pants depending on weather
Hidden potentially silly talents or well known facts: Has a not so hidden love for anything soft and fluffy but will make anyone who mentions it eat their teeth. Likes: Fighting, honor, using way way to many pillows Dislikes: Droids, backing out of a fight, being forced to harm another mandalorian. Favorite Genre of Music: War chants/song, EDM (thanks neesh'a) Favorite Food/Drink: Spiced nurf milk Kindest Act: Saved a rival from death and let him escape. Evilest Act: Knowingly kidnapped innocent people for money. Bio: Nave was born to an unnamed mother in the cargo hold of a smugglers ship among a hundred other refugees on their way to Nar shaddaa. Nave's easiest memories were those of constant running and begging for scraps between jobs. From an early age nave possessed an aggressive ruthless drive to survive, use her size and brute strength to take what she needed from other kids. Eventually Nave was picked up by a small time gang that used her for small time jobs and running drugs. It was during one of the small time jobs that Nave attempted to rob a mandalorian Blademaster. Dispite how woefully unprepared she was for the reality that was about to hit her, her bravery and the fact that she had managed to survive at all in the worst of conditions was enough to impress the veteran warrior. After a decidedly one sided walloping the warrior offered to adopt Nave, seeing in her the potential to become a mandalorian. For the next several years Nave and her adoptive father traveled the galaxy, every moment together a lesson. As she grew she became pouder and pouder to stand by his side, the two of them carving a carbonite soaked swathe across hutt space as Bounty hunters. Shortly before the beginning of the end for zakuul though Nave returned to find her father gone, his helmet and sword left behind with a note expressing how proud he was of the woman she had become and how glad he was to know his legacy would live on in her. Since that day Nave has been searching for any clue as to the fate of her father.