ISB Profile of J'orir Bralov

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ISB Profile of J'orir Bralov

Post by J'orir47 » Wed Dec 04, 2019 1:33 pm

(Information that could be acquired with the fall of the Empire, not too dissimilar from the influx of KGB intelligence documents out into the open after the collapse of the Soviet Union.)

Imperial Security Bureau:

From the Mandalorian Intelligence Desk:

Clearance: Gold-Dorn-Thresh-7-3-9

Name:J’orir Bralov (Jah-reer Bray-Lahv)

Aliases: “Cunning Vengeance” (Hodayc Gra'tua) is a nickname given to him by fellow Mandalorians and often adopted by clients. He has used numerous aliases in place of his real name over the years, but none have been consistent. Analysis suggests this was used in an operational capacity. It suggests that he has adapted to use tradecraft typical in intelligence operations.

Race: Human

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 230 lbs

Build: Muscular and athletic

Occupation: Assassin/Mercenary/Bounty Hunter

Homeworld: Nonexistent. More than likely born on a starship. It is not unusual for the generally nomadic Mandalorians to be born on the move. He has been noted to have spent time on Mandalore, Tattooine, Nar Shadaa, the Onderonian moon, Dxun, starships, both Mandalorian and captured starships, and a dozen other worlds as part of his childhood. For the purposes of this report, the use of “childhood” is using the standard understanding of childhood from the age of 1 to 18 years. However, Mandalorian adulthood starts at 13.

Criminal Record: None from the Imperial Records Department. However, he was brought in as a child by law enforcement bodies. A suspect in crimes regarding theft and breaking and entering of warehouses and starships. Given his current nature and what we know of his upbringing, this was most likely part of his training rather than a propensity towards criminal activities. Part of his training involved not being fed quite enough to be full. Requiring him to scavenge and steal food and other equipment for survival.

Republic Criminal Record: Similarly sparse with notes of him participating as a mercenary in various conflicts across the galaxy. However, he is suspected in the raid and slaughter of various Imperial and private ships, assassination of key military, political, and economic personnel. The abduction, torture, and execution of key targets to retrieve vital intelligence and disrupt various operations at the request of the client. His participation in acts of violence against the Empire has been tentatively documented by surveillance footage; however, positive identification has proved difficult due to armor.

Age: Believed to be 31.

Distinguishing Features: Fluctuates between Red and gold and black and gold Mandalorian Armor(Beskar’gam) T-visor “bucket” helmet. Typically sports two heavy blasters and a vibro-blade for CQB. Facial features indicate that he is often tan, with bald, shaved, or short hair. His face has been noted to occasionally have war paint. J'orir had a very harsh “Verd’goten” or trial into adulthood. To pass the trial in clan Bralov, among other things, it requires the slaying of a great beast, as well as designated intelligent humanoid target, often a bounty, if not in an active state of war. The notion of "there is no hunting, like the hunting of man" rings strong in the clan.They believe that a beast knows not why it is hunted, but a sentient being has the intelligence, knowledge, and lethality to generally be a true challenge. As such, most members of Clan Bralov are hardened killers by the age of 13.

Surveillance photos have been acquired and attached at the end of the file.

(We’re going to use imagination for the pics at the moment, since I just started and have no such pictures)


1. An overall picture we were able to acquire.
2. A picture of him discussing a battle plan with his fellow Mandalorians.

Known Associations: Clan Bralov, Various other Mandalorian clans, the Republic Military, Republic Intelligence, Criminal and Mercenary organizations, Corporate interests, etc. Essentially anyone with the credits to hire his services, or causes that he feels personally about. However, he seems to reluctantly work for Imperial interests in very rare circumstances.

Allegiances: Clan Bralov, Manda’lor, (sole ruler of the Mandalorians) and leans towards the Republic (However, it is most likely that he would turn on the Republic if Clan Bralov or the Manda’lor asked him to.)

Reconstructed Biography and Clan Culture from sources across the galaxy:

Born to the Alor (leader) his father, Balac, and the second in command, his mother, Ca’tra. J’orir had high expectations of him. His parents were loving, and deeply cared for their child, but were quite demanding. Afterall, he was expected to spend his life at war and war asks much of a Mandalorian. They were tough in a clan that required a lot of their members, given their specialization.

To understand J’orir, one must understand Clan Bralov. They are unique among the Mandalorians in so much that they specialized as assassins and lone wanderers. They believe that death in battle is honorable and ideal, but that one should never give their lives, or the lives of other Mandalorians easily or in fruitless displays in the name of honor.

Clan Bralov, as assassins and special operators, have been known to operate begrudgingly without their armor if they believe the mission has a better chance of success and minimized loss of Mandalorian life if they were to disguise themselves. Although, they offer their services as mercenaries, and will happily fight alongside rank and file warriors in an open engagement, they shine most when they operate in the capacity there were specially trained: Alone or in small teams, typically of no more than six. Although, they most often operate alone or in pairs. This is both a testament to their skills, and also the belief that small numbers spread out ensure the whole clan does not die in a single battle.

The Bralov Clan often has a strong distaste for slavery, and when slaves are found it is one of the few instances where they allow individuals to survive. They typically give the choice of freedom, or the opportunity to test and train to join the clan. The use of slavery and the policies against aliens have often been a point of contention between the clan and the Empire.

In addition to using freed slaves, aliens, and combatants that have shown promise in battle, they organize “breeding schedules.” No one is forced to participate, but given the Mandalorian propensity for family and the obvious need to supplement ranks, most tend go along with the schedules. At any given time, a prescribed number of Clan Bralov is designated to propagate. It is often a time of celebration, and feasts and drinks are organized to move it along. In this way the nine months of child birth are seamless and don’t detract from the operational capacity of the clan. The clan sees its women as particularly strong and valuable. The women are seen as going through the pain of childbirth and also still having to maintain their military training as much as possible making them particularly endearing to a clan that adores strength.

On this note, it is not unusual for men and women to have children with several different fathers or mothers. As a clan, they are a family and the clan raises the children together. Although it is possible to have single lifetime partner, it is not typical. Normally, they will pair up and “prefer” one another, but have relations with several people in the clan. This is accepted, and normally goes without incident.

This is not to say that issues do not arise. Clan members often have relations with individuals outside the clan that are not Mandalorian. As such, if the outsider is a woman and has a child by a male Mandalorian member and does not want the child being raised as a Mandalorian, it is not unusual for the child to be “abducted” by the father and returned to the clan. On the other hand, if the Mother is Mandalorian and becomes pregnant by an outsider it is normal for her to return to the clan to give birth, where the child will summarily be accepted into the clan and raised as a Mandalorian.

Typically, so long as an agreement can be made, the outsider parent, whether mother or father will be allowed to see the child. If an agreement is not made or the Mandalorian elders or parent believes that it will cause an issue, the child goes to the Mandalorian clan and the other parent typically has no recourse. Besides being heavily armed, highly trained, and secretive, they are very nomadic and hard to find.

It is with this understanding, that one might understand why J’orir has been known to have several relationships. Although, he has been known to settle with one partner from time to time.

Because Clan Bralov emphasizes small unit and solo operations, it is typical for members to leave home and become parts of other clans with designated rotations between the Mother Bralov Clan and the adopted Clan. However, if the clan a Bralov has adopted decides to oppose the Bralov Clan, the clan members’ duty is to the Bralov Clan first and foremost. Even without an adopted clan, many members not currently designated with providing training, child-rearing, or defense of the current clan location, travel the galaxy as assassins and mercenaries for hire.

It is unclear whether J’orir’s parents are still alive. Clan Bralov is often very guarded about information regarding specific clan members. It is likely they are, as there have been no new reports about new Clan leadership.

Personality: It is hard to place. Often serious and stern, he is also capable of great humor, sarcasm, and charisma. More than likely a result of the clashes between the extreme violence of his life, a life hardened by war, harsh training, and murder. But also tempered by the fact that he is supposed to be able to act like a completely different person at times to don disguises and glean information and intelligence.

Much of J’orir’s past is unknown. This is not atypical for a member of Clan Bralov as they often operate alone and more often than not, do not leave witnesses.

Equipment: From what has been gathered, it varies. However, these are general mainstays.

-His helmet is equipped with thermal, night vision, and FLIR to see targets in all environments.
-His bracers both have retractable two-pronged vibroblades for hand to hand combat, and also has a firing port for rail shots and explosives.
-Believed to have a sub-vocalizer communicator attached to his vocal chords allowing him to communicate without overtly speaking.
-He is also equipped with a jet pack that allows him to assail targets from above and fly out of danger if necessary.
-He typically carries a suppressed heavy-duty blaster and a suppressed carbine or rifle designed to pierce armor of both droids and armored targets.
-Is armed with both fragmentary and EMP grenades.
-Also carries a two-foot long curved (Think Kukri machete) vibroblade for close quarters.
-Slicing kit for breaching locked doors.
-Breaching charge for locked doors.
-two flashbang grenades
-stasis cuffs
-Also keeps a standard combat vibroknife on the side of his right boot as a last line in self-defense or to dispatch targets quietly.

Relations with Other Clans: A proud and fierce Mandalorian, he gets along with other Mandalorians and enjoys being around fellow Mandalorians. He also actively recruits others into the Mandalorian lifestyle even if they won’t necessarily go to his clan, believing the Mandalorian way of life must be preserved. J'orir is said to dream of bringing the Mandalorians back to prominence, to rebuild their numbers that existed during the time of the Mandalorian Wars.

Given the unorthodox nature of Clan Bralov, some more traditional Mandalorian clans are distrustful or view them with disdain for their propensity to prefer stealth, deception, and disguise over straight-forward fights. However, many accept them as valuable additions to their own clan, for being tireless workers and fierce warriors. Although many clans are blunt instruments in war, they recognize the value and necessity of a more precise instrument that Clan Bralov clansmen often bring to the table. Their propensity towards supporting Mandalorian culture and their interests in preserving Mandalorian lives when possible also puts them in the good graces of most Mandalorian clans.

Although, oftentimes neutral. J'orir exhibits an extreme distaste for the Empire, given our rather heavy handed occupation of the Mandalorian homeworld of Mandalore. It is to be expected that he will eventually seek to strike back at the Empire.

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Re: ISB Profile of J'orir Bralov

Post by J'orir47 » Sun Dec 22, 2019 2:20 am

J’orir The Reviver

Tatooine, Pitch of night

J’orir had spent the last five days travelling alone in the harsh desert. He slept in caves and outcroppings during the day, and moved at night. He had chosen to move at through the darkness primarily on foot to avoid potentially being seen by his quarry and to avoid the harsh Tatooine suns that baked the planet. It was not a glamorous life. Shitting in holes, subsisting on filtered muddy water he dug with his hands to save the clean water he had packed for an emergency. Small animals that he captured were often eaten raw to avoid creating a heat signature or a smoke trail that might attract unwanted attention. The dark was his friend, and a great source of comfort for a Mandalorian that was taught to fight from the shadows. An ugly life to be sure, but a life he would not trade for all the credits in the galaxy. It is all he has ever known, and to him, being in the elements and roughing it was a source of relief for a hardened warrior rather than a burden. A challenge to be embraced and overcome.

He had been given a contract to take out a former Imperial Colonel turned slaver on the planet of Tatooine. A contract, he took with some enjoyment. Having no particular love for either Imperials or enslavers. Colonel Korlen Lionne, by all accounts, was a right bastard. A mass murderer during the Galactic Civil War. A man who delighted in the use of torture and examples to keep his “subjects” in line during the Imperial Occupation of Tatooine. He took what he wanted and did as he pleased, even amongst other Imperial Officers he was reviled, but as is often the case, people like him have a habit of being able to thrive in the politics that permeate military command.

In the late hours, he had finally stumbled upon a small compound. Upon finding an elevated position, he took out his macro-binoculars and surveyed the defenses. As he expected, the defenses were light in large part due to his own efforts. J’orir had left a trail of broken bodies and summarily executed slavers after he was done “plying” them for information on the Colonel and his location. One by one, he picked the straggling slavers off as they trailed into the desert with a fresh catch of new slaves. A moderate caravan leading into the desert in a single line made for an easy trail for J’orir to follow.

In surveying the compound, he noticed two guards wearing mismatched stormtrooper armor on an old water tower, watching the horizon for threats in opposite directions. Given the potential collateral damage that might incur, he knew that he could not leave them alive and risk being seen as he approached the compound walls. Putting away the macro-binoculars, he pulled forth his suppressed rife, checked the power cells, and zeroed in the scope. His crosshairs drifted over the targets, settling on the one in a dirty stormtrooper helmet. With one smooth motion, he fired a single shot. He watched as the shot landed between the pieces of armor hitting the target in the dark synthweave patch between the helmet and chest plate. The target dropped swiftly; his vocal cords severed by the killing shot through his throat. However, the crash of the body hitting the tower, alerted the other guard. Expecting this, J’orir immediately put his crosshair over the armored human without a helmet. He fired another singular shot, and watched as the shot hit him directly in the right eye, boring a gnarled hole through his face and head, before he too collapsed to the ground, arm hanging over the edge of the tower, blood seeping over the edge.

After firing the last shot, J’orir laid there for a few minutes. Waiting and listening to see if the base had been alerted. Once he was satisfied that was not the case, he stood up, slung his rifle over his back and quickly traversed down the embankment towards the compound walls. Once there he fired a grappling hook at the tower, hooking it on the bar guard around the tower, checked that the line was taught, and heaved himself over the wall, with a quiet shuffle as his feet hit the ground on the other side. Removing his suppressed blaster pistol, he carefully crouched and made his way over to the main building hiding in a corner away from the entrance. As he peeked around the corner, he noticed two guards standing on opposite of the droids. One of the guards, put his finger to his ear,

“Understood. We’ve lost contact with TK-397 and TK-205. I will go and check on them, I am sure it is just another comms malfunction.”
The guard started walking towards J’orir’s position. As the guard neared the corner, he activated the two pronged, serrated vibroblades in his left bracer, and quickly shot out from behind cover, driving his blades into his jaw with such force that the target was lifted several inches from the ground as the blades pushed through the roof of his mouth and out the top of his skull, killing him instantly. Simultaneously, J’orir aimed his pistol at the second trooper just as he turned and fired two shots to his sternum and one to his head, dropping him.

Bringing his arm with the dead guard on it forward and down in one swift motion, and with the assistance of gravity, J’orir pulled back his arm allowing the guard to slide off his blades and hit the ground with a sickening thud. Retracting his blades back into his bracer, he moved towards the door of large building in front of him.

As he quietly pushed the door open to what appears to be a warehouse of sorts, J’orir would not be prepared for the sight that would greet him. In cages, he’d find what appeared to be about 40 or so slaves, mixed between Humans, Zabraki, and Twi’leks, chained and kept in close confinement. The floors slick with vomit, urine, and fecal matter. The sounds of cries and moaning, from the children and sick and weak. The stench, it permeated everything. Even the inside of his helmet in the smell, he found all the smells a body can produce, and the unmistakable stench of decaying corpses. His eyes watered, he slightlu gagged for a moment before he regained his composure and looked at the horrified wide eyes staring at him. He showed them the palm of his hands as a way to try and placate their fears and show them he was not a threat to them, and quickly transitioned to a single finger over the place where his lips would be to inform them to be silent.

He looked about the room for an access terminal. In the center between the cages, he found what he was looking for. He hurriedly moved over to the terminal, removing a small datapad from a pouch on his utility belt and pulled a line out of the datapad and connected it to the terminal. With a few presses of the buttons, the decryption program was activated, and the cage doors quickly opened with a quiet ‘swoosh’ and released the force cuffs chaining them to the floors and walls. Some slaves crawled, some had to be dragged out, but no one came out of those cages the same person they went in as. After the slaves had cleared the cages, he cradled a sickly child in his right arm as he lead them outside.

Through the helmet, J’orir’s quiet voice spoke to them, the first friendly voice they have heard in weeks or months.

“You should be safe out here. Here, take my water and rations.” He handed them all he had, “It’s not much, distribute it amongst the weak, children, and sick first.” “There are two dead bodies here. Check them over for additional food and water. There are two bodies on top of the old water tower as well. I’d check them too.”

J’orir, stared at the ragged group, “I am here to kill the man who did this to you. I will be back.” He turned to head back into the warehouse, as he passed by the cages again, he noticed the dead and decaying bodies laying still where they were chained to the floor. Their grayish, insect infested, bloated corpses, laying there. A bitter reminder that had he been there sooner, they might still be alive. He pushed through the double doors, which opened to a dimly lit atrium. When he entered, he heard what sounded like three people laughing and talking, disgusted, he went to the darkened back wall, climbing one of the beams, he leaped quietly from beam to beam, following the source of the sounds. He noticed a light near the last beam and made his way there. As he landed on top of the crossbeam, he looked down to see a room lit by torches. His quarry sat upon a throne, more than likely a war trophy, surrounded by food. Flanked by two men laughing.

He subvocalized, utilizing an encrypted communications system attached to his vocal cords and the movement of his mouth and allowed the person on the other end to hear him clearly without him making a single audible sound in his current environment.

“I have located the target. Moving in for the kill now.”

<comm> “Understood. Payment will be wired once proof of completion is submitted.”

Crouched on the crossbeam, J’orir pulled out his blaster with his right hand and with his left his equipped his lasso gun. He aimed at the first guy furthest away and facing him and fired. The shots catching him in the chest and dead center of his face. The guy closest to him turned just in time to catch a shot to the right shoulder and a mortal wound to the gut. The man moaned in extreme pain, J’orir saved the blaster bolt, he knew he’d be dead in a minute or two.

The Colonel, turned to run, and J’orir took aim with his lasso gun, and it wrapped around Colonel Lionne’s neck, causing him to shout in fear and desperation. J’orir then jumped from the crossbeam causing the cord to become taught over the beam and lifted the Colonel a couple feet into the air, his feet failing to touch the ground. J’orir then sliced the cable with his vibro bracer, holding onto the line, he tied it around a hole in the beam causing the Colonel to hang there.

The Mandalorian slowly and deliberately circled to be in front of Colonel. He came within feet of the Colonel, staring at him through his dark T-visor. J’orir watched the man. Watched as his hands wrapped around the cable trying to pull himself up so that he might get a breath of air or two. His feet searching for ground that isn’t there. He watched as the Colonel’s eyes became bloodshot as the capillaries burst from pressure and constriction, eyes searching and hoping for a mercy that he never showed anyone else.

J’orir didn’t say anything, he walked towards the door a few feet. Before turning to face the struggling Colonel. With that, he aimed his blaster pistol and fired four shots in quick succession. The shots obliterated both the Colonel’s knees and elbows. They dangled loosely from his body, bits of bone and flesh revealed as he gasped for breath like a fish on a line. J’orir wondered if in this moment, he regretted the life he lived. If maybe in those final moments he felt bad. He watched as he continued to writhe in agony, he watched as he suffered pain beyond description, watched as the Colonel realized that hope was gone, and help would never come, and he watched as the Colonel took his last breath before being satisfied. He took a picture with his helmet, and sent the holo to his client, momentarily he heard a ding, letting him know that the credits had been wired to his encrypted account.

J’orir emerged from the building to face the slaves, and let them know that the Colonel would never bother them or anyone else again. For the slaves, it was bittersweet. The monster was dead, but they would never get back what the Colonel took from them. J’orir then scavenged the compound for food, water, medicine, and valuables and credits for the slaves.

As the slaves rested, and healed as much as they could, he went in and retrieved the bodies of their fallen comrades and buried them. Allowing, the slaves to have a small ceremony in their honor.

When he was certain the survivors were stable. He pulled up his bracer and called in his ship. It was a tight fit, and several of the slaves had panic attacks as they were reminded of the cramped horror they just escaped from. In a short time, they managed to fly into Mos Eisley Starport.

Upon unloading them all from the ship, he removed his helmet and spoke to them one last time,

“I extend an offer to each one of you.” He said, as he handed an information chip to the de facto leader of the former slaves.

“I will secure you safe passage to the planet Mandalore where you will train to be a Mandalorian. Dedication to the Mandalorian way of life is hard. Your training will be severe, unforgiving, and dangerous. But if you commit, you will be rebuilt the personification of strength, you will receive support, be adopted into a clan and you will gain a family that will gladly lay down their lives for you. You will never be a victim again, but another pillar upon which, together, we will rebuild our people.”

“On this chip, you will find information to a Mirialan smuggler. She can be trusted; she has done this many times before. She will get you to where you need to go if you should choose to become a Mandalorian. There is also enough money on there to get cleaned up, and get clean clothes. My advice: Get off this planet as soon as you can, blend in, and whatever you do, don’t tell others you were slaves. Whichever life you choose, I wish you luck; but I hope to see you all again, as fellow Mandalorians.”

They watched as the mysterious Mandalorian put his helmet back on, and quietly turned to walk back up the ramp of his ship. They watched as he lifted into the sky and flew away towards the sunset.

In his cockpit, the Mandalorian thought quietly, glad that he was able to help them, possibly give them a new life, and bit by bit, rebuild the Mandalorian people to the prominence they had before the Mandalorian Wars. His greatest ambition.

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