My name is of a little relevance. It was given to me by my parents out of love, but I have since put it out of my mind. The name I am known by is all that matters. That name carries the weight of a thousand vibro-swords. It has the strength of a thousand Bylark wooden round shields. Its sharpness bites like a thousand beskar tipped spears.

My ancestors have carried the name since the Mandalorian-Jedi wars, where we broke off from that fool of a leader Mandolore The Great. We watched from a far as his great clans fell into disarray. We stayed far away from the fascist rule of the Neo Crusaders. We were conquers, feared for our speed and strength despite our numbers. Our swords sliced through our enemies, our shields made thunder so deafening our enemies cowered in fear. Our spears blacked out the suns of every planet we stepped foot on.

The Clan of Ca Kemir will be rebuilt by hand. My father led our great clan to ruin, so I killed him and took the great name. As he did before me, and his mother before him, as our ancestors have done since the beginning of this great clan. Power is taken by strength. Strength of mind, body and soul. Our first ruler took his name, as he slayed the great D’oemir Bear of Neftali. As he wrapped the great bear’s skin around himself, our ancestors shouted one name over and over. That name is now my name.

I am Werda Kemir the Sceadugengan.