Mortuary Djale is a rather imposing figure, standing at 2.2 meters and weighing 95 kg. Like most of his species, Mortuary does not have hair upon his head. Instead he has a series of small horns which can fit under most helmets. Mortuary has a collection of scars from his years visiting active battlefields. He has a series of blaster burns on his torso and hips, while a faded scar from a vibroblade sits upon his torso. His skin tone is rather unusual for a Dathomiran Zabrak in that it is a shade of yellow so pale that it appears almost peach in coloration. His eyes are a dull iron grey which can vary to a silver sheen depending on lighting and other factors.
Mortuary Djale is descended from the remnants of the nightbrothers of Dathomir. He is well aware of their brutish nature, and the violence they committed in both the Witches name and attempts to escape their position. Mortuary has vowed that he will be nothing like his ancestors, he refuses to be chained down by planetary law and has found a home in the relative lawlessness of Clan Viszla. Mortuary prefers to travel the galaxy, doing good where he can, and minimizing losses where he can not.
Mortuary Djale somehow always finds himself in tricky situations that put him in over his head. As such, Mortuary Djale always seems to be digging himself out of some kind of dilemma. While this speaks to Mortuary Djale’s ability to think outside the box to find solutions, his moral code often gets in the way of taking the easy way out.
Mortuary Djale is very cheerful and happy, and always looks on the bright side of life. When chewing on life’s gristle, he doesn't grumble, but gives a whistle. He always hopes for the best, and enjoys laughing, smiling, dancing or singing. This unending optimism often improves the morale and spirit of everyone around him, and Mortuary Djale is always quick with a smile or a joke, even when drawing his terminal breath. This same exuberance can also be tiring to more jaded curmudgeons.
Mortuary Djale tells it like he sees it, when he thinks it; and he doesn't try to sugar coat what he says.
In his search for redemption Mortuary has vowed to do his utmost to aid his comrades. While in combat Mortuary prioritizes employing his barrier and using the Soresu lightsaber form to protect his comrades. While fighting alone, Mortuary prefers to wear out his opponents using control self, illusions and his saber form to stall until an opening presents itself. This approach to combat often leaves Mortuary overextended, and his comrades may leave him behind if his position is especially disadvantageous. His commitment to protecting his comrades and methodical approach almost guarantees that he will receive injury. Depending on the severity of the injury, Mortuary could potentially be disabled for a significant amount of time, until he is able to recover via the healing force power. But not all wounds can be healed, and if caught unprepared, Mortuary will learn that his style of combat carries grievous consequences.
Mortuary Djale possesses a single minded drive for victory, and a deep-seated martyr complex. When presented with a chance to wade into battle versus overwhelming odds, Mortuary Djale does not hesitate, and instead rushes in, relying on skill, fate or chance to let him survive.
Master (+5) |
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Adept (+4) |
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Proficient (+3) | |
Trained (+2) | |
Learned (+1) | |
Mediocre (+0) |
Master (+5) |
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Adept (+4) |
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Disciple (+3) | |
Studied (+2) | |
Initiate (+1) |
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Primary Martial Art | Sliding Hands |
Secondary Martial Art | None |
Primary Lightsaber Form | Form III (Soresu) |