Name: Ryo Zamba
Age:16
Hair color: orangish red
eyes: Green
Height:6'6"
Weight:190 lbs
Scars:one going down my face from under my right eye, one across my chest, both from vibroblades.
Tatoos: none



I was born on a planet called Algathan, beyond the outer rim. Few even know of its existence. It is a harsh planet, where the strong prosper and the weak suffer. I was born there,  and i considered it a misfortune. i was left on the doorstep of a poor woman named Shi'alah, a mandalorian. As unusual as it seems for a child to be adopted and raised by a "brute", my mother was loving. I was taught mandalorian history of the Lyell clan, and taught how to use a blaster and vibro weapons at a young age of 7 by my Foster Father,whom my mother had married when i was 5 years old. taught me the glorious ways of combat and showed me the reason of th Galactic Empire. he continued to train me in combat, and i was getting strong enough to surpass him. i still remember the fateful night... My father told me that the next morning we would fight one final time, and then my training would be complete and i would be christened Ryo Zambra, of the Lyell clan. That day never came. I was 15 that fateful night, my 16th birthday the next day. I was asleep on my cot in my quarters when i heard a crash, and ripping cloth, our hovel's door was sliced apart, though i found this out after the chaos. I heard my mother scream for my father, then i heard a sickening gurfling sound. I quickly pulled on my jumpsuit, attached my blaster holster, holstered my pistol, and grabbed my vibrosword. I heard my father scream as well, but it was not the same manner scream as my mother, it was a war cry. hearing this, i rushed out, to see a figure in a hooded cloak with two vibroswords standing over my now dead parents. with a scream of rage i rushed at him, and slashed at the cloak's hood, the figure easily dodged my attack and stabbed at me with both blades. one of which caught me blow the right eye, the other in my chest, he pulled, creating my scars i pulled out my blaster as i received his slash and shot him in the head. i removed his cloak and saw that he had a tatoo of the rebellion's insignia on his left arm. In a rage i screamed, finishing him off. i tore through my home, grabbing my possessions, and the family credits. I knew what i had to do. i bought passage on a spice freighter to the planet Lotaith to enlist in the Imperial army. I enlisted and was shipped as a new recruit to Tadath to complete my basic training. i passed the training with flying colors, though it was difficult, and received a Letter Of Reccomendation.

Nice bio... Just not sure if youll have to tweak the age a bit.

Im not sure, but your character might have to be 18 or older.
 
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*DarkDragoons*

*Corporal Giovanni A. Bryden*

TRP/CPL Giovanni Bryden/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoR]

Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

Okay, hellra is 15...should it change to 18 too?.....nice bio....

Thanks for the corrections, im gonna switch up the ages here too...
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Name: Ryo Zamba
Age: 18
Hair Color: Orange-Red
Eye Color: Green
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 190 lbs
Physical Features: One scar going down my face from under my right eye, one across my chest; both from vibroblades.
Tatoos: none



I was born on a planet called Algathan, beyond the Outer Rim. Few even know of its existence. It is a harsh planet where the strong prosper and the weak suffer. I was born there and I considered it a misfortune. I was left on the doorstep of a poor woman named Shi'alah, a Mandalorian. As unusual as it seems for a child to be adopted and raised by a "brute", my mother was loving. I was taught Mandalorian history of the Lyell clan and how to use a blaster and vibro weapons at the young age of seven by my Foster Father, whom my mother had married when I was five years old. He taught me the glorious ways of combat, and I was slowly getting stronger, more experienced - enough to surpass him.

I still remember the fateful night... My father told me that the next morning we would fight one final time, and then my training would be complete and I would be christened Ryo Zambra, of the Lyell clan. That day never came. I was 17 that fateful night, my 18th birthday the next day. I was asleep on my cot in my quarters when I heard a crash, and ripping cloth, our hovel's door was sliced apart, though I found this out after the chaos. I heard my mother scream for my father, and then I heard a sickening gurgling sound. I quickly pulled on my jumpsuit, attached my blaster holster, and grabbed my vibrosword. I heard my father scream as well, but it was not the same manner scream as my mother - it was a war cry.

Hearing this, I rushed out and met a figure in a hooded cloak with two vibroswords standing over my now-dead parents. With a scream of rage I rushed at him, and slashed at the cloak's hood. The figure easily dodged my attack and stabbed at me with both blades; one of which caught me blow the right eye, the other in my chest. I pulled out my blaster as I received his slash and shot him in the head. I removed his cloak and saw that he had a tattoo of the New Republic insignia on his left arm. In a rage I screamed and tore through my home, grabbing my possessions, and the family credits. I knew what I had to do. I bought passage on a spice freighter to the planet Lotaith to enlist in the Imperial Army. I enlisted and was shipped out as a new recruit to Tadath to complete my Basic Training. I passed the training with flying colors, though it was difficult, and received a Letter of Recommendation.
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there we go. thanks again