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jennadknowsbest-blog · 11 months

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Name: Alexi Paz Djarin-Kryze

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Year of Birth: 12 ABY

Place of Birth: Mandalore

Parents: Din Djarin and Bo-Katan Kryze

Siblings: Grogu(adopted), Mirta, and Isabeth

House: Kryze

Clan: Mudhorn

Titles: Prince of Mandalore, Duke of Concordia

Appearance:

•5’11

•Light olive skin (Caucasian X Latino)

•Athletic

•Short face

•Shaven

•Straight, short, brown hair.

•Green eyes

•Visible freckles on both sides of his face.

Notable Skills:

•Combat: Like the rest of his family, Alexi is well-rounded in various combat styles. He’s been well trained in the use of Westar blasters and quarterstaffs.

•Athleticism: Due to constant training under his father, Din Djarin, Alexi is very athletic like the rest of his family clan.

•Intelligence: Above-average intelligence, excelled well at both the newly reestablished Royal Academy as a youth and in training with his clan.

•Weapons Expert: Alexi is extremely talented in the field of weaponry. He can build various types of weapons for different variations of combat. They include blasters, pistols, explosives, and sabers.

•Piloting Expert: Due to constant training under his mother, Bo-Katan Kryze, Alexi is an expert pilot skilled in the helming of both The Gauntlet and the N1 Starfighter.

•Diplomacy Skills: Alexi is a strong advocate for Mandalore’s ability to maintain its independence but form alliances with any New Republic-based planets that are open to provide support through trade, education, and peace-keeping treaties.

•Force Sensitive: Yes, like his brother, Grogu. Has the ability to heal most fatal wounds and illnesses and can communicate with the dead through the force.

Additional Information:

•Youngest of triplets to sisters Mirta and Isabeth.

•Has trained with Cal Kestis to learn how to use, control and appreciate his force sensitive abilities. Yet, he has no intentions of ever joining any type of Jedi Order.

•Can wield the Dark Saber like his sister but chooses not to possess it.

•Has created dozens of weapons for the Resistance when Mandalore joined forces with them on their mission to stop the First Order.

•Has forged most of his family clan’s weapons.

•Has a tight-knit relationship with his family clan.

Strengths:

•He’s a great diplomat who can help Mandalore forge alliances with leaders from different planets.

•He’s open minded when it comes to other cultures across the Galaxy.

•Can always seek guidance from the dead, via, the force, to help him solve problems that he might struggle with.

•Just like his brother, Alexi’s force-healing abilities can always come in handy when someone is sick or injured anytime and anywhere.

•He’s extremely compassionate like his father.

•He’s incredible when it comes to his knowledge and skills with weaponry.

•His piloting skills have proven to be a great asset in both combative and diplomatic situations.

Weaknesses:

•Extremely emotional

•Quick tempered

•While he’s a great pilot, he does lack skills in engineering ships.

•He’s so compassionate that sometimes, people take too much advantage of him for it.

•Absent minded at times partially because he’s often buried in his work with weaponry.

•Has a reputation for instigating public fights with senators who doubt Mandalore’s ability to be an independent sovereign.

Armor:

•Helmet: Similar to his father’s in terms of its design, it features a decal that almost resembles his mother’s headband. On top of it is the “Kryze” signature that can be seen at its center.

•Chest and Neck Pieces: Alexi has an identical chest piece that his father has but features an armored neckpiece that once belonged to his maternal grandfather, Duke Adonai Kryze. The decal on the chest piece is his mother’s Nite Owl signet.

•Groin: None

•Pauldrons: Similar to his father’s but features two different signets. The left features his mother’s Mythosaur signet and the right, his father’s Mudhorn signet.

•Guantlets: Similar to Axe Woves’ but with the ability to fire blasts of energy at targeted figures to stun them and deactivate droids. They also enable him to use grabbel lines when a situation calls for it.

•Hand Armor: Similar to Tristan Wren’s.

•Thigh/Hip Plates: Forged by his sister, Mirta, his hip plates are similar to that of a fallen Wren Mandalorian warrior from the Imperial Era.

Knee Armor: Forged by his sister, Alexi’s knee armor set almost resembles his father’s but with a few modifications that would enable him to shoot a flamethrower out of them in midair.

•Shin Guards: None, but he does have calf gaiters where his shin guards used to be before he lost them in an accident.

•Foot Armor: Similar to his mother’s old foot armor from the end of the Republic Era.

•Jet pack: Similar to his mother’s.

Armor Color Scheme:

•African Gray

•Beskar Silver

•Gray Blue

Soft Parts:

•Similar to his father’s.

Belt:

Similar to Axe Woves’.

Weapons in Possession:

•1 Westar Blaster

•His own lightsaber he forged with his brother.

•A few explosions he created himself.

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missorigamimk · 2 years

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Dave Navarro - Rexall video behind the scenes footage

#dave navarro #Navarro #rexall #SO HOT 🔥🔥🔥#hot as fuuuuck

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arsenicandnewlace · 2 months

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My dnd characters: Oleg the death cleric and Navarro the Warlock/Fighter

#my art #olegcore #navarro

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foomoosworld · 2 months

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Stars Too Far

CHAPTER 10 - I’ll Bring The Girl To You

Pairing - Mandalorian x fem reader

Summary: The Mandalorian crashes on an uninhabited planet, or so he thought until you save him from a gruesome death and mend his wounds. You then work together to get off the godforsaken planet of Sypar where everything will kill you. (Please note that this story has progressed past this plot point, however, I cannot disclose further informaiton due to those who may start reading here and not have read the past chapters.)

A/N I've come down with some shit illness that won't make me fully sick but consistently makes me tired and stuffed up and sneezing so I apologize in advance for grammatical errors. It was a bit of a rough ride writing this chapter. Especially since I had to juggle and interweave a lot of plot points to bring things together for the next few chapters. No smut in this one, amazingly. Nudity, fluff, drinking, violence, smoking, language and some questionable decisions characters make that even made me scream at them, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!? STOOOOOP!"

Anyways....

Minors DNI 18+ only on all of my work.

Din bolted to Barac’s side as he bled profusely in the cockpit. He tore off a piece of his cape and held it Barac’s neck which spurted blood. He opened a comlink on his vambrace and frantically called for a medic to the Razor Crest. Flustered, he bolted to the fresher of the ship, skidding as he caught the doorframe. His gloved hands shoved everything in the small cabinet out of the way until he grasped all of the bacta patches he had, a meager two and ran back to Barac’s side. He untethered the scrap of cape he had used to try and stop the profuse bleeding from his neck and secured a bacta patch then placed another on his face. His eyes darted frantically back and forth as he used his bloodied cape to try and stop the bleeding from his mangled arm and attempted to comfort him with shushing and “You’re going to be okay” as his heart jumped out of his chest.

Barac wasn’t buying it, even as he went into shock from his wounds, he raised a trembling forearm which Din took and leaned in to hear him gargle,

“I always knew you would kill me before Bylon did…”

Barac’s eyes rolled back as he passed out from blood loss and Din gathered him up in his arms like a frightened animal, then opened a comlink to his mother.

It beeped and beeped but she didn’t pick up. He could hear the sirens of the medic speeders racing to approach in the distance.

“This was foreseen.” A voice rung out from behind Din. He swiveled his head around wildly to see Barac’s mother, the psychic, standing in the cockpit doorway, a black scarf wraped around her head in place of her usual tall and elaborate wig. She stepped toward her son, passed out on the floor in a pool of his own blood. The hundreds of tied, dirty, faded multicolour strips of rags forging her dress swayed as she knelt down next to her son and began soaking up the blood on the floor like a paper towel. She reached out gently and picked Din’s arms off from clutching her son and took his place on the floor holding Barac. She smoothed Barac’s blood soaked hair then looked up at Din.

“I… I didn’t -” Din stammered as she held her bleeding son.

“Your job, now, is to take care of her.” She said with an eerie calmness but brute accent on the words “Take care” that insinuated she may have had a stern double meaning. Din backed off, not sure what to think or how to handle the situation and stormed into the cargo hold to find you. He knew what she had meant when she said “look after her” so sternly.

You were frozen in carbonite. Your face was an expression of terror and your hands were outstretched like clawing tree limbs from the stone. Din pulled is blaster and pointed it, shaking, at your carbonite slab then grunted loudly, banged himself in the head with overwhelming frustration and confusion with the butt of the blaster as if to knock sense into himself then spun around and steadily aimed the blaster at your frozen face again as he heaved breaths, almost as if anvils were on his chest. His eyes stared through his visor at your frozen face. He stepped forward and shoved the blaster into your stone skull. Tears were trailing down his face beneath his helmet as his face wrenched and gasped for sanity. His finger twitched on the trigger, being told to press down and hold back by the same thought.

“FUCK!” He screamed, flailing away and crumbling down to the floor in exasperated sobs. He turns on the floor to look at you and shakes his head forlornly, confused and giving up. Slowly he shuffles over to the carbonite slab you’re frozen in and nuzzles up to your stone body. He reaches up and holds your frozen hand then begins to sob quietly at your feet.

……………….

The air was frigid but the sun shone brightly. It was the time of year where the sun was still shining its optimistic energy on the world, however, it was tainted by the cold bite of incoming winter.

Din had unfrozen you from carbonite and you flopped, unconscious, into his arms, blind and lifeless from the carbonite, but still breathing. He carried you to the small cabin, kicked the door open with a cloud of dust strode a few long steps in and laid you in the middle of the main floor. He was about to turn and leave when he paused and realized he was leaving you with nothing. Turning his helmet slightly back to see you, helpless, still naked, shaking with weakness from the carbonite, in a heap on the floor, he let out a small sigh of resignation then exited the cabin.

He got the hover skid, loaded it up with six months of ration packs and some blankets and clothes then slowly lead it back to the cabin. He unloaded it into the middle of the floor next to you, carelessly dropping a pair of clothes over your body. Just as you were struggling to regain your strength and could barely see through the fade of your vision he stepped out and closed the cabin door.

You pulled your body up, shakily and stumbled a few weak steps to the sink, overflowing with ship parts, to look out and see The Razor Crest taking off, right above the rusted-out razor crest of your family that had crashed on Synpar decades ago.

You crumpled on weak legs back to the wood, dusty floor and hid your head in shame in your angled arms, clutching the back of your head as you grimmaced in excruciating sorrow, fear and disappointment.

You were home.

You screamed.

………………………

Din set coordinates to Navaro. He wanted to talk to Greef Karga and see if he had a place to tuck your tail and lay low for awhile. In the least, he wanted to have a few drinks somewhere with someone.

Din’s vision flashed between you in carbonite, to Barac gargling blood, to his mother and he pushed the thruster handle forward to force the Razor Crest through space.

He shook his head and reached for the button that sent the Razor Crest into hyperspace… your button.

His fingers hesitated and trembled for a moment before he jared his hand into submission, pushed it, inhaled and held it long enough to strangle his feelings as the Razor Crest jumped into hyperspace. He looked once over his shoulder out the window to see Sypar disappearing into the blur of hyperspace as if being erased from his life.

Navaro soon crept up in the windshield of the Razor Crest and Din navigated through the atmosphere and landed in the port. He strode down the ramp and looked to the small gaggle of teenagers, smoking and joking between themselves, waiting for him to toss them credits to fill up the tank and give a once over on the ship. Barac took a drag of a rolled cigarette, leaning against one of the other boys then crushed it under his foot on the ground with a knowing nod at him.

Fuck. He was halucinating. He had left the dying hellscape of Bylon lightyears away but Barac’s image was still haunting him. As he blinked again he saw that Barac and the group of teenagers were actually elderly aliens and a few droids. He hurried off, not fueling up and made his way to the city to see High Magistrate Karga.

………………..

“You do not have an appointment.” The tall droid shifted its head, jerkily, at Din.

“I know. He’s a personal friend. He will want to see me.”

“You do not have an appointment.” The droid repeated, dryly.

Din pulled out his blaster just as Karga’s office door swung open and he stepped out of his office.

“Whoa, Mando!” He laughed, “Don’t break it unless you buy it!” He jovially laughed with open arms. Shooting the droid a dirty look, Din reluctantly holstered his blaster. The droid stiffly walked up to Karga and said,

“High Magistrate, this Mandalorian wishes to seek your council. Do you accept this me-?”

“Yes, yes!” Karga waved off the droid and stepped to Din “Mando!” Karga exclaimed happily and opened his arms for a hug. Din offers his hand. Karga shakes off the formalities and shakes his hand.

“Do you accept this meeting?” The droid says next to Karga’s face.

“DF-7,” Karga turns to the droid, “Mando, here is an old friend. He is always welcome.”

“Do you accept th-”

“YES I ACCEPT THE MEETING!” Karga yells annoyed at DF-7. The droid awkwardly nods and ambles away. “My apologies, Mando. As each day passes I begin to admire your stance of ‘ no droids’ more and more.”

Din eyes the droid as it stands, watching in the corner of the room.

“Hm.” he says unamused. “Why don’t we go get a drink?” Din offers. Karga arches a suspicious eyebrow and leans back.

“Mando wants to socialize?”” He states as if star-struck.

“Do you accept this meeting?” the droid rushes up and repeats from the corner.

Din unholsters his blaster, turns it to the droid pointing it at the droids head and shouts, “Do you accept THIS meeting?!?”

“Mando,” Karga cautions to try to regain the peace and slowly pushes Din’s blaster down with his hand. Din turns his head, enraged, to Karga who merely shrugs, innocently “It’s hard to find good help these days.” Din, again holsters his blaster.

Karga flops an arm around Din “You seem stressed, my friend. Have some thoughts and feelings you’d like to unload? Maybe some drinks at the cantina is just what we need.” He leads the two of them out into the street, “I have just the place to bury some memories.”

Karga leads him to a local Cantina and they sit in a small dark booth at the back of the pub.

“Should I ask where your lady friend is?” Karga asks weakly, yet knowing that this is, most likely, the cause of his discomfort and surly disposition.

Din shifts uncomfortably.

“Two shots of Flameout!” Karga announces at the waiter droid and waves his hand. The jenky droid beeps his approval and shambles to the bar.

“The Luc, right?” Karga asks, slowly arching his eyebrow.

Din knits his fingers together on the table in front of him and with his head slumped down slightly nods once, uncomfortably.

The droid comes back to the table with the shots. Karga takes his and Din sucks his up through the small straw supplied.

“Gah!” Karga slaps his back. "If it’s any solace, if you had a child I would have put a bounty of billions on its head if it was a boy!” He laughs. Din turns his head abruptly and Karga immediately back pedals, seeing his concern. “In the old days, of course! I’ve left that life behind now.”

“Why would you put a bounty on our child?” Din tries to hide his horror, but Karga still picks up on notes of it.

“What?" Karga shrugs as if it should be common knowledge, "Lucs are extinct now and male Lucs are like gold on the black market. Combine that with a Mandalorian father, after the exile…. It would be a killing machine. Great for making soldiers. Add the fact that the females are little murderous monsters when in heat, it makes for some pretty terrible options for mating. I assume that’s why their population was always so small. Only a male Luc could tame that beast… or be understanding that their mate naturally loses their mind every now and then until they get pregnant.”

"When they go into heat... they go insane?" Din queries.

Karga laughs and leans back and stretches his arms over the back of the booth seats, "Female Lucs go into a murderous heat. They kill anyone that seems like a threat to their mate. I assume that's some sort of genetic thing because they can only have one child. Probably nature proteting the species, right?" Karga laughs then stops suddenly when he notices Din starting intently at him. "You didn't know that?"

Din waved two fingers for another drink at the droid.

Din’s next shot shows up and he stares at Karga then sucks it up the straw in one gulp. His mind is racing and nerves have jumped into every inch of his skin.

Karga pauses and stares at Din searching, “Did you mate with her?”

Din looks away.

“Is there a possibility of a Mandalorian Luc male being born?”

Din tips over his empty shot glass and watches it roll around.

“Not anymore.”

“Huh.” Karga leans back, folding his arms in disbelief.

“Where did you drop her?” Karga asks slyly.

Din flicks his eyes up through his visor and says simply, “A planet on the inner ring with friends who are more versed in looking after her.” He lied.

Karga leans back, crossing his arms and nodding slowly, not buying a word of it.

“Sure.”

The pregnant pause hung awkwardly in the air until Din cleared his throat. “I need a place to stay for awhile. I was thinking of Nevarro… just for awhile. Somewhere… secluded.”

Karga nods slowly in thought, “I think I have somewhere for you. It’s not much, a little house just outside of town. It’s on the edge of a swamp but you can squint through your visor and pretend it’s a lake. It has all of the amenities and privacy you will need. I can’t go with you right now to show it to you, but I’ll have one of my staff meet you at the outskirt of town in 20 minutes with some speeder bikes. They can show you the property.”

“Good.” Din nods, “Thank you. I appreciate the hospitality.” Din says standing up.

“Anything for you, Mando.” Karga smiles at him.

With a swish of his tattered cape, Din turns and strides out of the Cantina to meet the staff member. Karga nods his head and calls to a man at the bar, “Katah,”. A Gamorrean seated at the bar turns his head and lumbers over to Karga's table. Karga pats the seat next to him in the booth for him to get in closer. Katah obliges and slides in next to him.

“I need you to put your feelers out to find out if there is a Luc woman who’s been dumped on any planet by a Mandalorian,” He slides a velvet bag of credits to the Gamorrean, “And keep it quiet. Report back to me asap.”

The Gamorrean snorts his understanding and sternly turns and stomps out of the cantina.

Karga shakes his head in disbelief and smiles to himself before he knocks back his last shot then stretches his arms over his head and crosses his ankles with a wide, carefree smile.

……………………..

Slowly the door creaked open to the old, small house and the staff member stepped in, taking the key out of the lock and spreading an arm to motion Din into the living room.

“It’s not much…” The staff member said with an unsure shrug, “But it sure is remote. You’ll have your privacy.”

Din nods and slowly walks through the living room and kitchen combination, tracing his gloved hand on surfaces and inspecting the surroundings. It’s old furnishings but it had a decent amount of space for one person.

“There’s shutters that lock on all the windows and the front and back door have locks… and the bedroom door in case you need-” She clears her throat, “Privacy.” Din looks back at the young woman who is still standing in the front doorway. “Bedroom and bathroom are through there.” She motions, aprehensively. Din takes a quick look into the bedroom then nods.

“This will do fine, thank you.”

“Um…” The staff member pulled a large bottle out of her satchel and presented it to Din, “High Magistrate wanted you to have this as a welcoming present.” She holds her arms out offering the bottle, but appears frightened to enter the house. Din steps towards her and sees her flinch slightly as he takes it from her hands and he has to admit, something about that flinch turned him on. He looked her up and down as she refused to make eye contact and looked down at the floor.

Din leaned an arm against the door frame above her and exhaled a long breath as he looked down at her.

“Do I scare you?” He asked coldly.

She shifted in her anxiety beneath his large frame.

“No.” She whispers in a mousey voice.

“Come in and have a drink with me.” Din offers. She looks up at him through her eyelashes and wide eyes.

“O-Okay.” She felt like she had broken a boundary the moment her foot stepped into that living room and Din put a gentle hand on the small of her back, leading her to the couch. He found two dusty glasses in the kitchen, rinsed them out and poured both of them some tall drinks, his with a straw.

“You don’t look that intimidating when you have to drink from a straw.” The staffer giggled as she took a sip of her drink. Din put an arm around her,

“Do you want to see how intimidating I can be?”

……………..

“High Magistrate, A Gammorean has arrived without an appointment.” DF-7 announces as he rigidly presents the hulking figure who snorts a hefty breath through his snout then shoves the droid to one side as he enters Karga’s office.

“Ah, Katah, my friend! You took longer than expected…”

“Four months is not long when searching the entire universe for someone." The Gammorean snarks. KArga nods and raises his hands defensively,

"You are correct, my friend."

I’ve found the Luc girl you are looking for. She’s on the planet of Sypar.”

“Perfect!” Karga claps his hands together. “How long until you can go retrieve her for me?” The Gammorean snuffs uncomfortably,

“Katah will not go to Sypar. Too dangerous.” He grunts. Karga instantly looks disappointed and cross, “But-” Katah continues, “I have found someone who will…”

In the distance DF-7 is continuously rambling, “Do you have an appointment? Do you have an appointment? Do you have an appointment?” as footsteps come closer and closer to Karga’s office.

Mayfeld pushes past the nosy droid and steps into Karga’s office.

“I know Sypar.” He states simply. “I’ll bring the girl to you.”

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naughtydoe2 · 3 months

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#kendall jenner #cheerleading #twitter #tumblr #Ellen #SnapChat #nadijarizvanovic #kim kardashian #khloe kardashian #keeping up with the kardashians #model #spotify #2024 #Navarro #College #UCA #NCA #2023

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lasaraconor · 3 months

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#kali reis #navarro #true detective #true detective s4 #gif

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mon-mothmas-collar · 1 year

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i fucking love how they show how Navarro grows as they get further and further away from the effects of the empire

#navarro #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #greef karga #star wars

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artsatta · 2 months

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What if Navarro ended up in Silent Hill and teamed up with Cybil Bennett (from the movie)? Id honestly love a crossover lol (i made this in krita on a linux running 7 yr old laptop just fyi I rep open source software always)

#cybil bennett #evangeline navarro #navarro #silent hill #true detective #true detective night country #td night country #sh1 #silent hill 1 #silent hill the movie

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suckaysuamigos200 · 7 months

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puse tarde en el título ya que su cumpleaños fue ayer pero nunca es tarde para hacer uno de estos dibujos simples relacionado algún actor de doblaje favorito

De todas formas este dibujo lo hice por el cumpleaños (fue ayer) de la actriz de doblaje chilena Viviana Navarro es conocida por ser la voz de Mai en Avatar: La leyenda de Aang, Moonbay en Zoids, Booker y Sheldon (1ª voz) en Garfield y sus amigos, Kisaki Himeno en Yamazaki, el rey de la clase y Ryo-Ohki en Tenchi Muyo!

en midnight horror school ella fue la voz en español latino de el estudiante tubo de pintura segundo en el trío de matones de la escuela tubee

le deseamos un gran cumpleaños 🎂🎉.

⎝⎝✧ℋẳ𝖕ᵽⲩβꜞṛₜʱ𝓭ẳⲩ✧⎠⎠⎝⎝✧ℋẳ𝖕ᵽⲩβꜞṛₜʱ𝓭ẳⲩ✧⎠⎠⎝⎝✧ℋẳ𝖕ᵽⲩβꜞṛₜʱ𝓭ẳⲩ✧⎠⎠

I put late in the title since his birthday was yesterday but it's never too late to make one of these simple drawings related to a favorite voice actor

Anyway, I made this drawing for the birthday (it was yesterday) of the Chilean voice actress Viviana Navarro, she is known for being the voice of Mai in Avatar: The Last Airbender, Moonbay in Zoids, Booker and Sheldon (1st voice) in Garfield and his friends, Kisaki Himeno in Yamazaki, the king of the class and Ryo-Ohki in Tenchi Muyo!

In Midnight Horror School she was the Latin Spanish voice of the second paint tube student in the school bully trio tubee

We wish you a great birthday 🎂🎉❤.

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detournementsmineurs · 1 year

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“Conte d'Hiver” d'Éric Rohmer (1992) - quatrième volet du cycle des “Contes des Quatre Saisons” (1990-98) - avec Charlotte Véry, Frédéric van den Driessche, Hervé Furic, Michel Voletti, Christiane Desbois, la jeune Ava Loraschi et les participations de Danièle Lebrun, Roger Dumas, Diane Lepvrier, Edwige Navarro et François Rauscher, février 2023.

#films #spirit #Bretagne #Paris #Rohmer #Very #VanDenDriessche #Furic #Voletti #Desbois #Loraschi #Lebrun #Dumas #Lepvrier #Navarro #Rauscher

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chris-that-one-explorer · 1 year

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~ Navarro ~

Name: Navarro but prefers to be called, "Ace of Spades" also known as Courier Six

Born and Raised in the: Mojave Wasteland

Age: 34

S.P.E.C.I.A.L: Str: 7 Int 6 Per 7 Agi 6 Luck 5 End 8 Char 7

Navarro's Backstory

Navarro was born and raised in Bitter Springs, the northeastern base of the Great Khans. Navarro was raised by not a simple raider group but one known to be of the most feared raider groups known by the name of Great Khans. The group didn't hold that name for too long since Mr.House, the genius behind Robco Industries and owner of the New Vegas Strip entered in the year of 2274, he drove the Khans out of the picture of Vegas to then pushing them as far away from the Strip to a place called Bitter Springs. Navarro was only a teen back then and there was still a lot for him to see of what the wasteland is capable of, like the start of the massacre of Bitter Springs, the Khans decided to mess on the Bear by initiating on campaigning raids against the Republic holdings, an army of soldiers known as the NCR 'New Californian Republic'

Many things started changing as the new year started, the Great Khans became recognised as the last thing to worry about in the Mojave after many other events through the newest year. The conclusion of the year resulted in a devasting tragedy towards the NCR Final Battle of Hoover Dam. The Khans decided to join in for a striking chance of revenge and managed to kill four NCR Soldiers. The NCR decided to put an end to the serpent by cutting it's head once and for all. The year ended up with the battle over and the Khans out of the picture from Bitter Springs. Many throughout the battle flee wounded, the NCR made sure that every route was going to be an ambush for the Khans. Navarro flee along side his family but an ambush took them by surpise and instantly shot his dad without hesitation, his mother ended up being captured and Navarro only heard his mother's screaming to him "Navarro, run!!" as he glanced to his mother he started running as fast as he could from not being captured too with nothing then just tears running through his cheeks and a broken heart. Navarro managed to lose the 4 NCR soldiers and arrived to a path called by the Khans as the Red Pass. He stayed hiding until the chaos was over to then finding a place to live among the people of Novac. Since then, Navarro never managed to find out about his mother. He started his new life as a Courier in the Mojave Empress while trying to forget his past and put it behind his back and not looking to start a revenge plan towards the responsibles. Navarro throughout his journey as a Courier he ended up delivering a package that wasn't like any other he delivered before, one that ended up by putting a bullet to his head, ain't that an 18Karat run of bad luck? after such an event he miraculously managed to recover thanks to some folks in a town called Goodsprings that saved the man in time. After a couple or days of recovering he started his route in finding out about who shot him and take that mysterious package back. Navarro started changing day after day, the need of power started growing on him deep inside, a feeling of revenge plan towards the NCR started growing as well.

As he arrived to the place where everyone directed him, he killed the one who shot him in the head with his own gun, made it into the Lucky 38 tower and shut down Mr.House for good. Talked to a crazy yet funny robot called Yes Man and started his new Era in secrecy from everybody. No one knew what really happened to Mr.House neither who was the man who walked inside the Lucky 38...

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