Post by Stanos Veen on Jun 26, 2010 3:56:04 GMT -5
Faction: Republic Military
Department: Assault team
Rank: Corporal
Name: Stanos Veen aka 'Snake'
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 182lbs
Birth place: Dantooine, farming settlements
Appearance:
Always seen with a smoke in his mouth, unkept brown hair, misty grey eyes, muscular build, scar on his right cheek.
Personality:
Easy to get angry, Stanos has a record of swiging at superior officers due to harrassment, and false punishment (punishing him for no reason). Always trying to show his tougher side, he hides the fact he shows much emotion, a lot of it is caused by the loss of his wife and unborn son. A great leader when given the oppertunity, and a good soldier.
Skills:
Security: 6
Rapid Fire: 5
Sniper Aim: 9
Persuasion: 6
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 6
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 9
Alignment: +3
Bio:
Raised by loving parents, Stanos was born and brought up on Dantooine on the farming settlements west of the major towns, Stanos was an only child, but wasn't spoiled which brought him up as a strong independent person. His father a retired soldier taught him things about being a sodlier when he was a boy, just the basics like; keep your head down, only take what you need, help those who need it, and never leave a man behind.
At ten he faced a devastating loss when he came back home after coming from the markets to find his home burnt down, with his parents inside. The loss took its toll on him, he trained himself to hunt by using the rifle he was given by his father, shooting Kath Hound, and Kinrath wherever they were. Sixteen and he had one five marksmen tournements, having made his own armour he was able to move quickly and quietly, just haow he wanted, and his armour didn't shine in the light either with it covered by clothing.
It was another two years but at eighteen he gathered enough information to find his parent's murderers, he only wanted to kill the leader, once the leader was in his sights he pulled the trigger getting a well deserved headshot putting a reasonably nice sized hole in the leader's head. It was around this time his fellow soldiers guessed he started smoking.
That year he had sent a application to become a soldier of the Republic, it was straight after his revenge did he get accepted good timing too. He was transfered to Utapau gor his training, he was given armour which he modified against orders of his Commanding Officer, after a few months of training his CO let him wear his armour as he liked, he went through all physical obsticle courses in record time earing himself the nickname 'Snake'. At twenty he was sent to Felucia to fight on the frontlines for two years. He returned a man, and that year married a beautilful woman, Brissa, he was given leave for a year to spend time with her.
But when he returned from a tour of the Outer Rim he found out his wife and unborn son that he didn't know about was killed, anger took over and he left and disappeared only to return a better shot, physically and mentally stronger, and with brand new tactics the Sith had never seen before. A year later he was given the rank Corporal and was shipped to Onderon to eliminate a Sith threat.
Password: Kylah
RP Sample:
Another explosion! Four men were sent flying, and broke their necks upon hitting the ground, their limps bodies lay in front of the standing soldier with a smoke in his mouth as usual. Aiming his long rifle at the Sith soldiers closing in he let loose killing many soldiers with short semi fire bursts. Running low on ammo and using for cover their crashed shuttle is was only a matter of time until evac comes, and when they do all they will find is a bunch a smoking corpses.
"Keep firing! Don't let them gain anymore ground!"
before the Sith came they laid down mines and covered them well, he was reminded about this when a mine sent six Sith troopers flying into the air in pieces, Snake's mines, full of explosives and shrapnel cutting people into tiny chunks.
A piece of shrapnel flew past and cut his left eye, screaming in agony he fell to the ground, the medic ran over to him putting some bacta into his system. The pain of the needle sticking in him was just as bad, but he pushed through it being carefulto not snap the needle like the last one.
"Corporal you need to rest, this is the eighth bacta injection I've given you!"
"Rest is for the weak private!"
Getting back up Snake threw his helmet off, looking where the enemy was, he took of a couple of detonators, pulling the pin he threw both of the explosive balls long and hard landing just where he wanted. A massive explosion sent twelve or so flying as mines blew up from the vibrations cutting enemy soldiers into shreds before their eyes. Spitting a mouth full of blood that came from his eye Snake walked from, cover shooting his rifle, behind him five men quietly check pulses shaking heads.
Morning was coming, and if Snake was right, it will be a hell of a day. Looking back at his men he walked at a fast pace to the ammo storage under the shuttle, they couldn't get to it as they were under constant fire. Opening the hatch, he brought out five large heavy containers.
"Take all the ammo you can carry, and weapons too. Medic, get all the bacta we have. We move in ten"
Taking out senrty turrets they could use them on their patrol to the nearest town or settelment where they can make contact with the Republic for pick up.
Department: Assault team
Rank: Corporal
Name: Stanos Veen aka 'Snake'
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 182lbs
Birth place: Dantooine, farming settlements
Appearance:
Always seen with a smoke in his mouth, unkept brown hair, misty grey eyes, muscular build, scar on his right cheek.
Personality:
Easy to get angry, Stanos has a record of swiging at superior officers due to harrassment, and false punishment (punishing him for no reason). Always trying to show his tougher side, he hides the fact he shows much emotion, a lot of it is caused by the loss of his wife and unborn son. A great leader when given the oppertunity, and a good soldier.
Skills:
Security: 6
Rapid Fire: 5
Sniper Aim: 9
Persuasion: 6
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 6
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 9
Alignment: +3
Bio:
Raised by loving parents, Stanos was born and brought up on Dantooine on the farming settlements west of the major towns, Stanos was an only child, but wasn't spoiled which brought him up as a strong independent person. His father a retired soldier taught him things about being a sodlier when he was a boy, just the basics like; keep your head down, only take what you need, help those who need it, and never leave a man behind.
At ten he faced a devastating loss when he came back home after coming from the markets to find his home burnt down, with his parents inside. The loss took its toll on him, he trained himself to hunt by using the rifle he was given by his father, shooting Kath Hound, and Kinrath wherever they were. Sixteen and he had one five marksmen tournements, having made his own armour he was able to move quickly and quietly, just haow he wanted, and his armour didn't shine in the light either with it covered by clothing.
It was another two years but at eighteen he gathered enough information to find his parent's murderers, he only wanted to kill the leader, once the leader was in his sights he pulled the trigger getting a well deserved headshot putting a reasonably nice sized hole in the leader's head. It was around this time his fellow soldiers guessed he started smoking.
That year he had sent a application to become a soldier of the Republic, it was straight after his revenge did he get accepted good timing too. He was transfered to Utapau gor his training, he was given armour which he modified against orders of his Commanding Officer, after a few months of training his CO let him wear his armour as he liked, he went through all physical obsticle courses in record time earing himself the nickname 'Snake'. At twenty he was sent to Felucia to fight on the frontlines for two years. He returned a man, and that year married a beautilful woman, Brissa, he was given leave for a year to spend time with her.
But when he returned from a tour of the Outer Rim he found out his wife and unborn son that he didn't know about was killed, anger took over and he left and disappeared only to return a better shot, physically and mentally stronger, and with brand new tactics the Sith had never seen before. A year later he was given the rank Corporal and was shipped to Onderon to eliminate a Sith threat.
Password: Kylah
RP Sample:
Another explosion! Four men were sent flying, and broke their necks upon hitting the ground, their limps bodies lay in front of the standing soldier with a smoke in his mouth as usual. Aiming his long rifle at the Sith soldiers closing in he let loose killing many soldiers with short semi fire bursts. Running low on ammo and using for cover their crashed shuttle is was only a matter of time until evac comes, and when they do all they will find is a bunch a smoking corpses.
"Keep firing! Don't let them gain anymore ground!"
before the Sith came they laid down mines and covered them well, he was reminded about this when a mine sent six Sith troopers flying into the air in pieces, Snake's mines, full of explosives and shrapnel cutting people into tiny chunks.
A piece of shrapnel flew past and cut his left eye, screaming in agony he fell to the ground, the medic ran over to him putting some bacta into his system. The pain of the needle sticking in him was just as bad, but he pushed through it being carefulto not snap the needle like the last one.
"Corporal you need to rest, this is the eighth bacta injection I've given you!"
"Rest is for the weak private!"
Getting back up Snake threw his helmet off, looking where the enemy was, he took of a couple of detonators, pulling the pin he threw both of the explosive balls long and hard landing just where he wanted. A massive explosion sent twelve or so flying as mines blew up from the vibrations cutting enemy soldiers into shreds before their eyes. Spitting a mouth full of blood that came from his eye Snake walked from, cover shooting his rifle, behind him five men quietly check pulses shaking heads.
Morning was coming, and if Snake was right, it will be a hell of a day. Looking back at his men he walked at a fast pace to the ammo storage under the shuttle, they couldn't get to it as they were under constant fire. Opening the hatch, he brought out five large heavy containers.
"Take all the ammo you can carry, and weapons too. Medic, get all the bacta we have. We move in ten"
Taking out senrty turrets they could use them on their patrol to the nearest town or settelment where they can make contact with the Republic for pick up.
