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    <name>Din Djarin</name>
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    <title>About the Hunter</title>
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    <summary type="text">Who I am, what I do, and why I keep these logs</summary>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&#34;/din.png&#34; alt=&#34;A sci-fi warrior in metallic armor standing in a spaceship cockpit, silver&#xA;helmet with reflective visor, rifle slung across back, dramatic rim lighting,&#xA;science fiction concept art style&#34;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;I am a Mandalorian. That is all you need to know, and more than most will ever&#xA;learn.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;I was a foundling, taken in by Death Watch during the Clone Wars after my&#xA;parents fell in the attack on Aq Vetina. The Children of the Watch raised me.&#xA;The Armorer forged my first plates. The creed became my life.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;I am a bounty hunter by trade. The Bounty Hunters Guild provides contracts,&#xA;tracking fobs, and the occasional hazard bonus. I provide results. No&#xA;questions asked. No witnesses left behind unless the contract specifies.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;My ship is the Razor Crest. An ST-70 assault ship, older than the Empire,&#xA;older than most of the bounties I track. She has carried me through asteroid&#xA;fields, sandstorms, and ambushes that should have killed us both. I maintain&#xA;her myself. Trust no mechanic with your life.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;My armor is beskar. Forged in the secret covert, stamped with the &lt;a href=&#34;/the-mudhorn-signet/&#34; class=&#34;wikilink&#34; data-title=&#34;The Mudhorn Signet&#34; data-description=&#34;A symbol earned through sacrifice&#34; data-date=&#34;2026-01-12&#34; data-preview=&#34;A symbol earned through sacrifice&#34;&gt;mudhorn signet&lt;/a&gt; that marks me as a clan of two. I do not remove my helmet in front of&#xA;others. This is the way.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;h2 id=&#34;why-these-logs&#34;&gt;Why These Logs &lt;a href=&#34;#why-these-logs&#34; class=&#34;heading-anchor&#34;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;I keep these records for myself. The Guild does not need to know my thoughts.&#xA;The New Republic does not need to know my coordinates. But the silence between&#xA;jobs is long, and memory is fragile.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;Some hunts I want to remember. Some I want to forget but cannot.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;If you are reading this, you were not invited. But you are here. So know this:&#xA;I do not seek companionship. I do not seek understanding. I seek only to&#xA;complete my contracts and uphold the creed.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;</content>
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