Mamere has soft light brown fur and dark black eyes, with her iris usually not able to be seen seperately to the pupil. She is build wirey, with thinner then normal limbs where still present laced with muscle. She has lost both her limbs on her left side, being replaced with dull brown coloured prosthetics.
While Mamere will see a job through to its conclusion and put forward her best effort, it’s still just a job. Mamere's true loyalties lie to her friends, and through thick and thin,she will stand by them and die for them if needed. This loyalty is reserved for those who have earned Mamere's trust, putting her at odds with other Mercenaries that are only doing a job for the money. This also makes it harder for employers to trust her motives, often times creating extra competition and difficulty finding work. None of it matters to Mamere, though, because loyalty to her friends is not something credits can buy.
Mamere has a legendary and virulent need for vengeance. Once crossed, she will make it her life’s work to ensure that whatever slight was received is repaid tenfold. This need for vengeance can be all-consuming, and can often lead to short-sighted decisions.
Killing has never been a problem for Mamere; and she kind of enjoys it now, if she is honest. Killing's what Mamere does, and she likes what she does.
Mamere prefers to push the rules to the absolute limit. While she is unlikely to actually break rules or disobey orders, she toes the line between what is allowed and what isn't at every opportunity.
When it comes to a fight, some like to posture, some like to act tough, some like to dance around and go through all sorts of fancy footwork. Mamere? Mamere doesn't bother with exotic battle stances, intricate maneuvers, or super-secret tactics. Mamere, when cornered into a fight, prefers the ancient technique of a good kick to the nuts. And if that won't work, either because the enemy is a woman or has balls of steel, Mamere isn't beyond pulling a few more cheap tricks out of the bag. Granted, Mamere won't be winning any medals for nobility or any prestige for a unique fighting style or a superb maneuver, but Mamere will still be winning, the best and most dirty way she knows how.
Where most err on the side of caution in a confrontation, Mamere prefers to charge in head-first. While others may skirt a battlefield or keep their careful distance, Mamere rushes in with devastating attacks with seemingly no regard for safety, relying upon instinct and possibly armor to protect her from dismemberment and death during her all-out attacks. Mamere is a force to be feared on the battlefield, leaving a trail of death and destruction. However, Mamere's blood-hungry ways put her in far more danger than the normal combatant, often resulting in needless injury and suffering, trading safety for pure offensive ability.
Master (+5) |
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Adept (+4) | |
Proficient (+3) | |
Trained (+2) | |
Learned (+1) | |
Mediocre (+0) |
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Primary Martial Art | Mandalorian Core |
Secondary Martial Art | Shadow Step |
Primary Weapon Specialization |
Slugthrowers
(Only applies to the Weapon Specialist Discipline) |
Secondary Weapon Specialization |
Explosives
(Only applies to the Weapon Specialist Discipline) |
Primary Lightsaber Form | Form VII (Juyo) |
Secondary Lightsaber Form | Form III (Soresu) |