Name
RC-1197
Darven (Dar'vencuyot)
Ship
S40K Phoenix Hawk-class light pinnace Sarang
- "Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. Ner vode."
- ―Darven
RC-1197, or Darven, was a clone commando of the Grand Army of the Republic. Almost nothing is known of his history and he has only lately resurfaced as a bountyhunter. Due to the accelerated aging of the Clones he appears to be quite old although he is only 37 years old.
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RC-1197 was one of the commandos trained by Kal Skirata, who gave him the name Dar'vencuyot or simply Darven, which is Mando'a for One who has no Future. He was a member of Sarang Squad, a squad engaged mainly in TIOPS (traffic interdiction operations). Relatively early on during the Clone Wars, his squad members died, making him the sole survivor, and he was put into a different squad which had been trained by someone else. What happened then is unknown, and he does not like to think back on that part of his life. Whatever happened, it left him with a deeply-rooted, everpresent sense of grief and loss, all overshadowed by regret about something no one's ever managed to get him to talk about.
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| Mando'ade
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| A few years after the Clone Wars Darven showed up on Mandalore under an assumed name, calling himself Olek Farsynn and claiming to be a trained Mandalorian warrior. He spoke fluent Mando'a with a gruffness that made any underlying accent impossible to hear, had armor made of beskar which seemed cobbled together from two differently colored sets, and an impressive range of skills. No one doubted he was genuine.
Although he was accepted by the community of Mandalorian farmers and warriors he made his home with, he shunned the company of others. Olek Farsynn kept to himself and did not socialise. He was never seen without full armor and helmet outside his house, and on the rare occasion someone came to visit, he would not greet them bareheaded. This odd behavior led to various rumours that he was either a wanted criminal, or possibly had gotten a terrible injury at some point in his life that he preferred to keep to himself. Either way, it was no cause for concern amongst his community - if anything, it earned him the respect of the pragmatic Mandalorians who were used to hiring themselves out to fight the wars of others and accepted pain and death like a friend.
When called upon to fight by the Mandalore, he joined the ranks of the Mandalorian warriors readily, but did not take open contracts by any other organisations. And yet, every now and then he mysteriously disappeared without a word, for varying lengths of time; and whenever he returned, his neighbors soon found out it was better to leave him alone. For these absences, as mysterious as they might be, caused the man to go through alternating periods of grief and rage that could almost be felt in the air around him, which greatly increased the mystery shrouding him.
For years, life continued like this, and his neighbors accepted the clanless man for what he was, not asking any questions where it was apparent they would get no answer. They were Mandalorians, and his way the Mando way as much as any other.
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