War Chant: Boone

[Boone]

[TRIGGER WARNING:  Abuse, drug addiction]

 

Name: Boone
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Origin: Ord Mantell
Complexion: Fair
Eye Color: Pale Blue
Hair Color: Gold
Height: 7’4″
Weight: 410 lbs
Physical Health: Peak
Mental Health: Unstable

Biography:

Arnold Boone was born on a small farm far out in the middle of nowhere on Ord Mantell. It was so far from the beaten path that the only effect the Separatist war had on his family was to give his father more things to complain about, but that’s not to say that his life was easy. The father he was named for was a spice addict and a truly terrible man. He made life hell for Boone and his older sister Anna, feeding them enough to let them be strong to work the farm, but abusing them constantly in a variety of awful ways. Their mother had died of disease when Boone was just an infant, so they had no defense, trapped with the monster far away from prying eyes.

At age twelve, Boone had enough. By then, the boy was already larger than most fully grown human males, and he turned on his father one night, beating him to death with his bare hands in furious defense. The two children left the farm that same day, taking everything of value, freeing the animals, and leaving the buildings in flames as they walked away from that life forever. They booked passage on the first shuttle they could afford, selling everything they owned in the process, and ended up penniless and alone on the streets of Nar Shaddaa.

It was a desperate situation, but they had been through worse in the home they grew up in. Boone held on to the savagery that had freed them from their father, and he quickly became a member of one of the most violent swoop gangs, fighting and killing in the mean streets of the Smuggler’s Moon to protect and provide for the only family he had left. Anna had been shattered by the things their father had done, and the only way for her to function enough to live a normal life was with regular doses of spice. For four years, Boone did anything necessary to get her what she needed, going from a hang-around kid to a respected gangland brawler. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.

The harshness of life on the street and the side effects of the spice she had to use took a toll on Anna’s health, and when Boone was sixteen, she died quietly in her sleep, her body no longer able to take the strain. Grief-stricken, Boone tried to leave Nar Shaddaa, wanting nothing more to do with the places that reminded her of him. His gang, however, had other plans. Enraged that one of their toughest members was skipping out, they sold him out to a group of slavers, and the massive, violent young man ended up a gladiator in the Hutt slave pits.

He stayed there until he was twenty, taking on all comers and emerging a vicious, deadly, and savage fighter. Fear and sadness had been burned out of him, pain was a friend, and he survived, no matter the odds. Eventually, he grew strong enough that he was able to escape, killing his way through the Hutt’s guards and escaping Nar Shaddaa on one explosive night. The Hutt was enraged, placing a price on his head, but that price turned out to be the best thing that could have happened.

One of the first bounty hunters to chase the young man was a Mandalorian, Kar’kan of clan Ranikus. He tracked the youth down and managed to capture him, but the old man was so impressed by the fury with which Boone fought that he discarded the bounty and offered him an apprenticeship. Boone accepted, and he spent the next five years learning to be a Mandalorian. It wasn’t just fighting techniques, though he did learn many of those, managing to combine his gladiator training with armor based weapons systems to become walking death at close range. It was honor, pride, a sense of purpose, and a place to belong. The day he performed the clan’s obscure adulthood ritual, slaying a Krayt dragon in single combat that he might decorate his armor with its remains, was the best day of his life.

From that moment forward, Arnold Boone of Ord Mantell was gone, and only Boone of clan Ranikus remained. Never again would he use the name of the father he hated. Kar’kan was his father now, and he would serve at his side through all the wars the galaxy could throw at them, until they had become the best they could be.

One of those wars proved to be the end of clan Ranikus. When the Eternal Empire attacked and destroyed the galaxy seemingly overnight, Ranikus fought with the rest of the Mando’ade to attempt to push them back. Once the dust had cleared, and the cowards of Empire and Republic had laid down like lapdogs, Boone was the only member of his clan who remained. Now he seeks a new clan and a new family, and lives for only one purpose:

Revenge.

The Eternal Empire will burn for what they took for him, and one day he will hold the Emperor’s skull in his hands.

Fun Facts: Boone has strict rules about not hurting non-combatants, preferring to fight only those that can fight back. Anyone who has the willpower to pick up a knife or blaster and come at him is fair game. The rest need to be kept out of the line of fire. He also cannot tolerate the sight of someone being abused by someone stronger, and will kill the abuser without hesitation, warning, or remorse.

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