Parjir Canderous Ordo

[Parjir Ordo]

Parjir Ordo

GENERAL

Name: PARJIR Canderous Orodo
Gender Male |
Allegiance: Neutral
Age: Adult
Race: Mandalorian
Homeworld: Undisclosed
Skills: piloting, weapons, explosives.[both] - Parjir was raised as a soldier, and a fighter pilot as well as a battle hardened soldier..
Job: Retired Soldier, Now bartender in a second level Cantina on Coruscant.
Position Bartender
Starship: Yes ARC 170 Fighter

APPEARANCE


At least 1 + PARAGRAPHS (8 SENTENCES PER PARA) on what your character looks like.


Parjir’s appearance is that of a typical Mandalorian. His complexion dark. His hair cut in military fashion. Dark and curly in a crew cut on the top of his head. His eyes are dark brown and emotionless for the most part. His build is that of a hardened soldier. Muscled and well toned. His stance is one that screams soldier. Always upright and well postured. He keeps his clothes simple and clean without wrinkles.

PERSONALITY
Parjir is one that doesn’t show emotion very often. He was trained to be a soldier and has a hard time making decisions of his own. When his emotions do show they tend to be over exaggerated at times. Parjir isn’t one to be quick to anger, but when he does get angry one should avoid his wrath. It wasn’t until recently that Parjir finally stood up for himself and started to make choices of his own. He no longer wants anything to do with the military and enjoys his job at the local cantina.

• OVERALL - What are you like over all anything you'd like to share? (try to make at least 8 sentences)
  
• SWAY - Anti Jedi Call it hereditary if you like, but being half Mando, Parjir dislikes the Jedi, but doesn’t consider them an enemy.
  
• STRENTHS - firearm expertise, agility, good reflexes
  
• WEAKNESSES - making choices, defying orders, pretty ladies
  
• FEARS - Having someone find out who he really is.
  
• DREAMS - to be an individual and live his own life.
  
• SECRET - Parjir is from an undisclosed planet in the outer rim where he was raised and trained as combat soldier awaiting the orders to be sent out and put into the field.
  

HISTORY

2 +PARAGRAPHS (8 SENTENCES PER PARA) on where you have been so far up to date in and outside of being a jedi.
Parjir Canderous Ordo is the son of Gardo Fett and Heranja Ordo. However, Parjir never met either of his parents. He was bred by the empire on a discreet planet. From day one he was taught combat training and strategy. Parjir did not have much of a childhood. His mother, a Native of the planet was an immortal. Her genes and his father’s clone genes created Parjir. He was born with age progression, in 10 years he was fully grown and already learned in combat.

On the field Parjir was quick and very precise with his shots. By age 15 he was selected as a host to the new clone army. They began growing the army immediately and by the time Parjir was 25 they were out in the battle fields in their armor. They were the perfect soldiers. Obedient and long living. They could die, just like anyone else, but they were hard to kill due to their skill and agility. Parjir had come to accept them as his brothers, not knowing at the time that they were indeed his clones. They were not allowed to mingle or see each other’s faces.

Parjir’s father had a friend, a commanding officer named Riker. Riker later became one of Parjir’s commanding officers as well as his protector. He had promised Parjir’s father that he’d watch out for the boy after he had passed. One day, when Parjir was nearing 60 Riker decided to tell him everything. He told him that his father had been chosen by the Emperor to go to the undisclosed planet where he’d receive further orders. When he got there he was introduced to Parjir’s mother. They were ordered to breed, and the result was Parjir. Parjir was then told that unlike his brethren, he still had free will. He was also informed then that they were his clones.

Riker then planned an escape for Parjir. He ordered Parjir to get to his star ship and make a break for it. He was told to shoot anything that moved, and so he complied. He took out at least 15 of his clones before making his way to his ARC 170 fighter and escaping once and for all. Riker had updated his Nav charts and informed the Mandalorian to make for Coruscant and hide in the lower levels. So that’s what he did.

Holo:

STRUT YOUR STUFF

The sound of battle filled the air as a lone man clutched his weapon to his armored chest; his back pressed against a solid wall. He counted to three before sticking his head around the corner and firing off three shots. All three targets dropped before he ducked back against the duracrete wall. He clicked his comlink and spoke into it.
“That’s three down here,” he announced.
“Keep the chatter off the com.,” a voice barked back.
“Yes sir.” the man replied. Once the com was off, he spoke to himself. “Sore loser.”
Another three count and he pulled back out from behind the wall and fired off several more shots dropping a dozen targets. He checked his power pack and noticed it was depleted. He changed it out, locked it in and popped back out of cover. He let off several more shots eliminating the remainder of hostiles in his area.
He clicked his comlink once more. “Area secured.” he commentated plainly.
“Good work soldier, report back to the rv point on the double.” the voice on the comlink ordered.
“Yes sir, green 1 out.” he replied.
The soldier known as Green 1 pushed off the wall and made his way back through the thick jungle. He ran at top speed, with his weapon slung back over his shoulder on its strap. Sweat poured down his face and he cursed as it stung his eye. He could not wipe it off without removing his helmet, and he did not dare to that on a battlefield. No hostiles seen or not he was not risking it.
A crackling sound filled his earpiece on the comlink. “Green 1, we are under attack. I repeat the drop ship is under attack. We need assistance, get here ASAP.” a voice barked.
“On my way sir.” he replied, doubling his speed and removing his weapon off his shoulder.
He knew he had reached the RV point when he heard the sounds of blasters and thermal detonators. He dropped to a knee and looked through the scope of his blaster rifle. He saw a man with a rank insignia on his arm, waving his arm about shouting orders. He placed the reticle of his gun upon the commander’s head and squeezed the trigger. The leader dropped to the jungle floor as his killer dropped to the ground out of sight. The man to his right turned quickly around looking for the source of the shot through his own scope. Before Green 1 was even spotted the second man dropped as well.
The blaster fire stopped immediately and Green 1 jumped to his feet. Switching weapons, he ran into the clearing where his shuttle awaited him. The moment he caught sight of anyone not wearing his own colors his shots were precise and dropped the enemies like flies. Finally, the remaining men threw their weapons to the ground and raised their hands in surrender.
“Cease fire! They’ve surrendered.” came the barking voice of Green 1’s commanding officer.
Green one holstered his blaster and pulled out his rifle training it on the remaining men but not pulling the trigger. He was then joined by his commander who was pointing his own blaster in the direction of their captives.
“Bind them and load them into the shuttles.” the commander ordered the men in the shuttle. Several men jumped out of the shuttles, put the captives’ hands in binders, and proceeded to load them into the remaining shuttles cargo bays.
“Green 1; good work out there.” the commander complimented.
“Thank you sir, just doing my job.” Green 1 replied.
“Load up.” he ordered.
Green 1’s helmet nodded. “Yes sir.” he said. He hopped into the shuttle and was followed by his commanding officer.

About the real you:
What do we call you: Ani
How old are you: 30
How long have you been a Star Wars fan: years
Who is your favorite Cannon Character: Yoda, and Luke
How did you find us: I made us.
Are you male or Female: (Optional) Female

[Jaysin Castyr]