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Bonjour fellow mercs. The name is Errant, Fro Errant. I was born in Bastille, my mother having died giving birth. Raised by crooked cops and convicts, I developed a sort of... hunger so to speak. At the age of eighteen I joined The Council, reaching the rank of Lieutenant before being dishonorably discharged for illicit drug use.
My thirst for blood did not dissipate as my military alignment did, so I improvised. Shortly after becoming a mercenary, I was renowned around Sirius as the loosest merc in space. I don't think I've denied a contract to date...
But I grow tired of lonesome travel. Many nights I've spent on the Barrier Gate Station, many beers I've sipped with mercs... the most interesting of which are the Mandalorians. I'd like to join your ranks rather than any other PMC because I feel we share something... A thirst, a desire to kill.
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// Link to full bio (WIP) can be found in sig, any refinements needed to work with the Mandalorian lore will be executed. Personal RP is deemed above average, flight tactics sub-par.
