Post by Ely Ar'dhal on Jun 23, 2014 3:55:47 GMT -5
Name: Ely Ar'dhal
Age: 33
Race: Epicanthix
Birth place: Panatha
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 211lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Appearance:
Of average height for an Epicanthix, but standing a good several inches above most humans, Ely walks with the stiff gait of a military bred man. He has a square jaw and pale, rugged features. Ely is muscular, but not enormously so. He wears his hair down to his shoulders and keeps a beard in accordance with the modern fashion of Panatha. He is most often seen in the pressed, midnight blue officer's uniform of the Pacanth Reach Military.
Personality:
Descended from generation after generation of conquerors and warriors, Ely feels himself destined to follow in the footsteps of his forefathers. Trained to follow the instructions of his superiors since birth, the rigid structure of rank is all he has ever known and he does his utmost to bring honor to his family name by obeying the orders he is given to the fullest.
The few romantic interests Ely has had in the past paled in comparison to his commitment to the military and it was often that commitment which caused the failure of the romantic endeavors. Besides which, Ely had little time for such pursuits, when he was questing after something that was, in his mind, far greater. Glory.
He is a reflective man, not given to ceaseless prattle. Overall, he gives off a sense of resolute earnestness and sincerity in his interactions with others. He cannot abide deceit, nor jesters.
Profession: Private Military Contractor
Mastery Level: Force Sensitive
Previous Faction/Rank: N/A
Equipment:
Plastoid Armor, .48 Enforcer pistol, blaster rifle
Starship:
N/A
Skills:
Small Arms Expert
Assault Infantry Platoon and Company Tactics
Lightsaber: N/A
Color: N/A
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 0
Makashi : 0
Soresu : 0
Ataru : 0
Shien / Djem So: 0
>>Sub-form Backhanded: 0
Niman: 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: 0
Juyo: 0
Double Bladed Combat: 0
Force-Sensitive Attributes:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 1
Body: 2
Sense: 1
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Specialized Powers:
N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio:
The Epicanthix are a proud folk, hardy and long-lived. Their memories are vast and their thirst for conquest insatiable. Ely comes from an old, middle-class stock, who take pride in their military history, but he grew up in war. Life seemed ordinary for 8 year old Ely, with two loving parents and a sister just a few years younger.
His father, a Captain in the Pacanth Army, was posted to a base near a poorer section of the world undergoing local uprisings against the military regime. While Ely's father and mother were away on their anniversary, the base was shelled with rockets from one of the extremist groups. The Ar'dhal home was hit. Ely watched his sister torn apart by shrapnel. She never cried. She didn't even make a sound. By the time they got her to the hospital she was already dead. Ely himself caught a shoulder full of metal, but managed to recover.
The Ar'dhal parents never did.
Ely watched his grief stricken family tear itself apart. His father, Kall, tore himself up over it and threw himself into his work, trying to crush the uprising. And crush it they did. Ruthlessly. But Ely's mother blamed Kall for what had happened, as well as the military itself. Eventually, she filed for divorce.
The young boy could hardly cope with this kind of trauma. He shut down emotionally, but also closed himself off in the Force, though he knew it not. He still remains closed off to this day. His father, newly divorced, was never home. Eventually, Kall decided it was best to send his son to a young military school. Ely said goodbye to his friends and at the age of 12 entered the Pacanth Military Youth Academy.
They learned all the core curriculum such as math and history, but in addition they were instructed in the order and discipline of the military. They focused on teamwork, leadership, and structure as well as introductions to basic combat. The cadets would start off learning unarmed martial arts and after they were deemed to be suitably competent they would move on to knife, staff, and blade combat before finally moving on to blaster weaponry and slugthrowers.
Like his father, Ely threw himself into his schooling in order to try and forget the pain, but he still had nightmares every night. The other kids made fun of him for the nightmares, calling him weak. Ely got into several fist fights with those kids over the course of his schooling. He almost got expelled because of those fights, but after a psychiatric evaluation determined the cause of his violent retaliation he was given a stern lecture never to break the code of conduct again and then let off.
Ely graduated fourth in his class and went straight into officer training school. He enjoyed the academics, but it was on the mat where he found he could let go of his pain. The pain of watching his sister die, the pain of a mother who he rarely saw and the pain of a father who was away on campaigns. On the mat of the training rooms, aggression was encouraged. Ely quickly gained a reputation for being a relentless fighter. His reputation did not come from being the best, but in simply having the tenacity to get back up.
By the time Ely made it through officer training and was deployed he discovered that all the real fighting was over with. Here and there were a few insurrections, but nothing noteworthy. For the next decade, Ely found himself going on more peacekeeping and occupation missions than actual combat roles. Craving the adventure of his forefathers, Ely looked to the clashes happening between the Republic and the newly rising Sith Empire. He eventually discovered and accepted a job as a private military contractor in the Sith Empire and traveled across the galaxy straight away.
RP Sample:
He stood in the remains of a great city, now reduced to swathes of rubble specked with corpses that littered the skeleton of the municipality like unwanted weeds. So many bodies. Ely couldn't distinguish the sides, if there had even been sides. Ely bowed his head and took a seat on several blocks of permacrete that were all that remained of a civilian establishment. He stared out at the shell-shocked city. A heavy sigh escaped his lips and he removed his helmet and let it fall with a solid thud. Air washed over him. His face twisted sharply and he leaned over, trying not to wretched.
The battlefield smelled of excrement, rotting corpses, and burning flesh. He had discovered the truth of war here, where life was an hourly struggle. He no longer thought walking through a maze of bodies torn open by bolts of searing hot plasma to be something of song. The dying held no control over their bowels. He smelled no glory here. In Pacanth, he had rarely seen such totalistic warfare. Here, the Sith Empire took a different approach. Distinguishing between Republic militant and Republic civilian seemed of little concern. He looked at a nearby grouping of bodies. The sight of charred remains and splintered pieces of indistinguishable pink, red and white twisted his stomach.
Gloved, trembling fingers found their way through his sweat-soaked hair. He needed this... needed to smell the carnage. He'd been part of the force that had accomplished this... deed. He grit his teeth. Those corpses over there... he'd killed them. They were unarmed. It didn't matter. He had orders.
The smell and the violence, the exhaustion and the pain all finally got to him. In dented, scorched armor, he leaned over his knees and wretched.
Age: 33
Race: Epicanthix
Birth place: Panatha
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 211lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Appearance:
Of average height for an Epicanthix, but standing a good several inches above most humans, Ely walks with the stiff gait of a military bred man. He has a square jaw and pale, rugged features. Ely is muscular, but not enormously so. He wears his hair down to his shoulders and keeps a beard in accordance with the modern fashion of Panatha. He is most often seen in the pressed, midnight blue officer's uniform of the Pacanth Reach Military.
Personality:
Descended from generation after generation of conquerors and warriors, Ely feels himself destined to follow in the footsteps of his forefathers. Trained to follow the instructions of his superiors since birth, the rigid structure of rank is all he has ever known and he does his utmost to bring honor to his family name by obeying the orders he is given to the fullest.
The few romantic interests Ely has had in the past paled in comparison to his commitment to the military and it was often that commitment which caused the failure of the romantic endeavors. Besides which, Ely had little time for such pursuits, when he was questing after something that was, in his mind, far greater. Glory.
He is a reflective man, not given to ceaseless prattle. Overall, he gives off a sense of resolute earnestness and sincerity in his interactions with others. He cannot abide deceit, nor jesters.
Profession: Private Military Contractor
Mastery Level: Force Sensitive
Previous Faction/Rank: N/A
Equipment:
Plastoid Armor, .48 Enforcer pistol, blaster rifle
Starship:
N/A
Skills:
Small Arms Expert
Assault Infantry Platoon and Company Tactics
Lightsaber: N/A
Color: N/A
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 0
Makashi : 0
Soresu : 0
Ataru : 0
Shien / Djem So: 0
>>Sub-form Backhanded: 0
Niman: 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: 0
Juyo: 0
Double Bladed Combat: 0
Force-Sensitive Attributes:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 1
Body: 2
Sense: 1
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Specialized Powers:
N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio:
The Epicanthix are a proud folk, hardy and long-lived. Their memories are vast and their thirst for conquest insatiable. Ely comes from an old, middle-class stock, who take pride in their military history, but he grew up in war. Life seemed ordinary for 8 year old Ely, with two loving parents and a sister just a few years younger.
His father, a Captain in the Pacanth Army, was posted to a base near a poorer section of the world undergoing local uprisings against the military regime. While Ely's father and mother were away on their anniversary, the base was shelled with rockets from one of the extremist groups. The Ar'dhal home was hit. Ely watched his sister torn apart by shrapnel. She never cried. She didn't even make a sound. By the time they got her to the hospital she was already dead. Ely himself caught a shoulder full of metal, but managed to recover.
The Ar'dhal parents never did.
Ely watched his grief stricken family tear itself apart. His father, Kall, tore himself up over it and threw himself into his work, trying to crush the uprising. And crush it they did. Ruthlessly. But Ely's mother blamed Kall for what had happened, as well as the military itself. Eventually, she filed for divorce.
The young boy could hardly cope with this kind of trauma. He shut down emotionally, but also closed himself off in the Force, though he knew it not. He still remains closed off to this day. His father, newly divorced, was never home. Eventually, Kall decided it was best to send his son to a young military school. Ely said goodbye to his friends and at the age of 12 entered the Pacanth Military Youth Academy.
They learned all the core curriculum such as math and history, but in addition they were instructed in the order and discipline of the military. They focused on teamwork, leadership, and structure as well as introductions to basic combat. The cadets would start off learning unarmed martial arts and after they were deemed to be suitably competent they would move on to knife, staff, and blade combat before finally moving on to blaster weaponry and slugthrowers.
Like his father, Ely threw himself into his schooling in order to try and forget the pain, but he still had nightmares every night. The other kids made fun of him for the nightmares, calling him weak. Ely got into several fist fights with those kids over the course of his schooling. He almost got expelled because of those fights, but after a psychiatric evaluation determined the cause of his violent retaliation he was given a stern lecture never to break the code of conduct again and then let off.
Ely graduated fourth in his class and went straight into officer training school. He enjoyed the academics, but it was on the mat where he found he could let go of his pain. The pain of watching his sister die, the pain of a mother who he rarely saw and the pain of a father who was away on campaigns. On the mat of the training rooms, aggression was encouraged. Ely quickly gained a reputation for being a relentless fighter. His reputation did not come from being the best, but in simply having the tenacity to get back up.
By the time Ely made it through officer training and was deployed he discovered that all the real fighting was over with. Here and there were a few insurrections, but nothing noteworthy. For the next decade, Ely found himself going on more peacekeeping and occupation missions than actual combat roles. Craving the adventure of his forefathers, Ely looked to the clashes happening between the Republic and the newly rising Sith Empire. He eventually discovered and accepted a job as a private military contractor in the Sith Empire and traveled across the galaxy straight away.
RP Sample:
He stood in the remains of a great city, now reduced to swathes of rubble specked with corpses that littered the skeleton of the municipality like unwanted weeds. So many bodies. Ely couldn't distinguish the sides, if there had even been sides. Ely bowed his head and took a seat on several blocks of permacrete that were all that remained of a civilian establishment. He stared out at the shell-shocked city. A heavy sigh escaped his lips and he removed his helmet and let it fall with a solid thud. Air washed over him. His face twisted sharply and he leaned over, trying not to wretched.
The battlefield smelled of excrement, rotting corpses, and burning flesh. He had discovered the truth of war here, where life was an hourly struggle. He no longer thought walking through a maze of bodies torn open by bolts of searing hot plasma to be something of song. The dying held no control over their bowels. He smelled no glory here. In Pacanth, he had rarely seen such totalistic warfare. Here, the Sith Empire took a different approach. Distinguishing between Republic militant and Republic civilian seemed of little concern. He looked at a nearby grouping of bodies. The sight of charred remains and splintered pieces of indistinguishable pink, red and white twisted his stomach.
Gloved, trembling fingers found their way through his sweat-soaked hair. He needed this... needed to smell the carnage. He'd been part of the force that had accomplished this... deed. He grit his teeth. Those corpses over there... he'd killed them. They were unarmed. It didn't matter. He had orders.
The smell and the violence, the exhaustion and the pain all finally got to him. In dented, scorched armor, he leaned over his knees and wretched.
