Fett has lost faith in the creatures of Furcadia. He is now found most often in The Slave Pens, where no one stands to oppose him. He will find what he is looking for.
Name
Fett
Species
Canine
Gender
Male
Age
17
Status
Single Straight
Home
None
Heritage
Mandalorian
Weapons
Broadsword Katana Crossbow Dagger Shuriken Dart Variety of Firearms
Discipline
Swordsmanship Archery Hand-to-Hand Ninjitsu
Trusted Ones
Has not seen any since before the War with the Bloodlust.
Not looking, thought should the situation present itself that could change.
He prefers Canines or Felines.
His entire life was waged in war, and he was always told that the Mandalorians would never rest until all their enemies were gone. Now he has succeeded in destroying everyone who opposed them, and has finally earned his rest, his peace. However, he must continue fighting, he must live on. If he faulters, the Mandalorians will fall.
A Former Mercenary, this Dark Canine is a Volatile Warrior. He's Clad in Black, from a Heavy Coat of Leather, to the Combat Boots on his feet. His Cold Glare, Possessing a Look of Pure Hatred, is Hidden Behind Silver Hair. Where he Walks, he Walks Alone, Where he Fights, he Fights Alone, for he is the Last of a Warrior Race.
Though still in his youth, Fett is not to be underestimated in battle. He was trained at a young age to be a weapon of destruction, and over the years he has lived up to this title. A secretive traveller, he is haunted by a past of darkness, betrayal, and death.
