Savias Tarven (WIP) (!!PM Comments!!)

[2drangertom]

Faction: Republic
Department: Special Forces
Rank: Chief Warrant Officer 3
Name: Savias “Krayt “ Tarven
Race: Human
Age: 33
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 227
Birth place: Alderaan

Appearance:
Truly a titan terror. He looks as if chiseled by divine hands from the finest of sandstone. Chief Savias Tarven, a Republic Special Forces soldier and Alderaan native stands tall and broad. A strong square jaw and thick scarred brow above large hazel eyes, refracting and reflecting light to blend into a mixture of colors. His brackish hair of brown, black and minuscule traces of red is worn in a tight military fade. Issued white and red accented republic armor is marred from evident combat, over his armor is various load bearing straps holding a slug pistol on his right calf, as well as a heavy blaster pistol on his right thigh. The load bearing equipment on his chest holds multiple slugger mags as well as power cells and a diagonally sheathed vibrodagger. Strapped, with the aid of some GI tape to each bicep are packs for the back holstered blaster carbine. Over all his equipment he usually wears a sand hued half cloak and never far his trusty DV-874.

Personality:
Chief Tarven is a level headed soldier. Always believing there's a chance to talk your way out of things before you have to smash the other party into agreement. He does his best to treat all equally and can never drop a grudge once someone is on his bad side. Having total faith in the Republic and it's leaders he is often headstrong in debates and anyone that doesn't support them gets thrown in the same category as the Sith. Target practice.

Skills

Conditioning
“Die? Chief? He’s Tough as a septoid!”
Through training and seemingly endless field survival he is tough as they get. Chief Taven is hard to keep down and possesses endurance relative to a Krayt Dragon.

Heavy Weapons
“Just hand Chief Taven one of ‘em Big Boys. He’ll show you how to do it.”
Trained and specializing in the use and maintenance of heavy weapons. (Auto Rockets, Multi-Blasters, Heavy Repeaters, etc)

Advanced Leadership Training
“Chief? Hell he can lead fifty men into the Dagobah swamps and bring a hundred more out the other side.”
A natural fighter and leader his call for battle was further sculpted in military training to include dictation and execution of squad and platoon sized attacks and movement on various fields of battle to include shock & awe tactics.

Attributes
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 9

Combat Efficiency
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 9

Alignment
+5

Bio: See Below

Password: Kylah

RP Sample:

[2drangertom]

Bio:

DROP ZONE: Mike Charlie

Alderaan’s Military Clinic
23:17 3634 August, 10th

“Soryn! Where is Soryn?!” shrieked Lierra Tarven. Her dark honey tinted hair was up in a messy bun, strands free to matt against her sweat drench brow and tear ran cheeks. Her eyes went wide as she experienced another wave of excruciating pain. “Where is your father?!” she called again. Lierra had aged well to forty-five, she still looked like she was just hitting thirty if not for the forming silver hairs. Karith squeezed her mother’s hand tightly. She looked like nothing short of a clone to the woman in the bed. “Mother they said he’s on his way, Papa’s on his way mother. He’ll be here soon, ssh.” The twenty something girl tried to sooth her mother through the birthing pains as the Nurse and droid assistant did their best to help Lierra.

“Move!” A deep voice came from behind a group of recruits. “I said clear the way!” barked First Sergeant Soryn Tarven. A large bear of a man, well past six feet if not seven and a weight all feared measure. He wore a thick suit of white and red trooper armor laden with various weapons and munitions beneath a lush brown cloak. The large republic soldier shoved past the group and sped down the hall. Left, right, three doors, left, Third door on the left. “Lierra. I’m here. I’m hear dove.” The man spoke as he surged into the room and took his daughter’s place, kneeling beside the bed.

Lierra sighed n relief as her large husband took her side. “Soryn.. you made it..” she remarked, looking visibling drained as it was. “Savias is coming dear. Our son is coming.” She whimpered through another wave of pain. The nurse interrupted. “Okay Lierra you have to push as hard as you can right now. I’m going to have to pull him out by the feet. We can’t turn him.” Soryn and Lierra both looked at hthe nurse in shock. There was a pause and then Lierra’s verbal groaning and grunting before she spoke. “This boy’s coming if it’s the last thing I do.”

Ten minutes after the group of soldiers was shoved and tousled an audible pierce rang throughout the medical center.

Savias Quillan Tarvan II was born on August 10 at 23:30 to Lierra and Soryn Tarvan.

Savias would spend the next six years attending school, playing with friends and learning the simple lessons in life that his father and mother would teach him.

Always put family first.

If family is gone. The Republic is family

Always accept friends, even suspicious ones.

Treat everyone like the deserve to be treated, based on their actions. Not on their words.

Do not steal or cheat.

Do not lie.

Destroy the Sith.

Not my good pans!

Tarven Family Compound
07:10 3627BBY April, 10th

Phshoo! Chmm! Ph-phzew! Hhrpt! Chmm! “Take that sith troopers!” a small alderann boy clumbsily rolled behind a bale of nerf feed for cover. His hair black and honey highlighted was cut close but not shaved, his eyes were wild, never the same color twice in a week, his skin was a soft mulato tone, strong trunk and legs and a broad form. HE was his father’s son and at just seven years old Savian looked and acted like it. “I am the great commander Savias Tarven! I will defeat you!” Savias barked at the fence line where fine pots and pans hung with various blaster burns had left their mark.

“So, does he have it?” Soryn asked as he and Lierra looked upon the brown robbed woman with hope. She was quiet, moving to the window to consider the boy. “While he has a connection to the force… He does not have enough to become a Jedi. I am sorry.” The woman hung her head as did Savias’ parents. “That’s it then. Off to military school at the end of the year.” Soryn said with hidden pride. “That would be advisable. The Jedi smiled as she geastured out the window. “He is your son old friend.” She said.

Phew! Plng-fzzz! Ph-phzhew! Hhpt! Chrmm!
The young boy fired rapidly at a large collection of pans he’d hung up. Every other or so shot actually making it’s mark. The boy put down his father’s heavy blaster pistol and picked up a metal rod painted blue for the most part and charged the pans swinging wildly. “I am a Jedi! I will defeat the evil Sith lord!” Clankg! Clng! Clangclanmgclank!

“Soryn what is that- NOT MY GOOD PANS!” spoke Lierra as she approached the window with her husband and their friend. “Savias Nonono!” she rushed outside while Soryn and his Jedi friend chuckled, following. She finally caught the boy in mid swing, gently scolding him while explaining why he shouldn’t beat up her pans. The boy’s attention was not on his mother for long, even during the explaination his eyes went to the Jedi and his father.

“Papa, am I gonna be a Jedi?” he asked, pulling from his mother. “Do I get to go with Iona to train?” he asked up at his father. Then to the jedi woman. “Did you see me with my lightsaber? I got the sith lord. I can do it see?” he ensured her. Iona smiled. “I saw Savias. It was very good. I must go know though little one. Your parents have much to speak to you about.” She politely bid farewell before boarding speeder again and leaving into the sky.

That night Savias was given the disappointing news over his favorite dinner form new pans that his father assured him he would work off. “So.. I have to be a soldier? I can’t be a jedi?” he looked to the corner where his ‘saber’ was leaned in a corner. Soryn frowned as he explained to his son. “Then I get to be a soldier like you right papa?” Savias asked excitedly. “Well, yes but…” Lierra was confused. “It’s okay. I’d rather be like dad. May I be excused?I’m tired.” Savias asked. “Sure hon. Get washed up and go to bed.” His mother said. That night Savias Tarvan cried himself to sleep.

For Alderaan

Alderann Political Military Academy
17:40 3610BBY June, 4th


“And on this, the most auspicious of days for our young cadets we celebrate the great Republic and the success of these fine young people who will build a new Alderaan, A new republic!” Spoke the academy’s commander. “This year we have many promising cadets. No surprise right up there is General Tarven’s own son. Savias Tarven, Senior Commanding Officer of Alderaan PMA class 3610BBY. The older man gave way for Savias to take the podium.

There were a few ‘whoops’ from present soldiers and even class mates as he took his place, an outstretched hand quieted them. “Ladies and gentleman, Soldiers and cadets. The graduating CO is expected to have prepared a speech every senior year. I have not done such thing, instead decided to go on my heart and mind. Most graduates go on to become great naval officers, remembered politicians and successful industry CEOs. First off, I would like to remind all present that I Savias Tarven am of a long line of cadets to attend this academy, the son of an Alderaan Guard General and hero and a respected political advisor. The grandson to councilor Markl Tarven and Republic Naval Master Chief Serra Tarven. ”

Savias paused for some time before continuing. “I am here to say that I will not be following in the footsteps of my family. I Savias Tarven-” He reached below the podium and pulled from it a Republic Army cap and donned it. “-Will be enlisting into the Republic Army Special Forces division.” Most notably there was a rather loud “hooah!” right before a cacophony of disrest rose. “Please, please I have more to say.” The auditorium quieted. Savias speech went on for many more minutes and brought a few more uproars from the crowd and cadets. Finally though:

“I as well as many of my fellow class mates are-“ There was a quiet as many classmates rose to don their RA caps. “- enlisting to combat the evils of the galaxy. To defeat the Mandalorians, The Fringers, The Sith.” “We will fight for the freedom of the republic and defend her worlds and their people. We will destroy evil In the galaxy and return to Alderaan soldiers and sons to be proud of. For Alderaan. For The Republic!” he threw up a fist, reveling in the noise for a moment before he walked off from the podium and he, his fellow enlistees as well as the rest of the graduating class sent caps flying into the air as the auditorium broke into a thunderous roar of applause but at the same time, many stood and walked out in the commotion.

A bright eyed red headed girl was waiting outside the building as Savias’ family and best friend left with him. The girl’s arms were behind her back with the sweetest of smiles for Savias who looked between her and the family. “Go on son, we’ll see you later.” Savias’ mother said. He bolted and caught the girl up in his arms, lifting and spinning her before placing her on the ground.

They stared into each other’s eyes for a long time before sharing a soft embrace with a long kiss. “So, the army huh?” she finally spoke with a sigh. “Alena..” Savias frowned. “I’m sorry. There’s nothing for me here.” He paused. “If I could afford to wait for you to graduate we could go together.” The girl glared. “That’s just it Savias. I don’t WANT to join the army. I like my life here. My father is on the council with yours. We could work there, it’d be cozy.” She gave a cute scrunch of her features. Savias' hand stayed in his opposite pocket as they walked home, the other holding her hand tightly.

They took a long walk back to Savias’ home though the last stretch was fraught with arguing and raised voices. “NO! Absolutely NOT! Savias!” Alena shrieked. “Alena please. Don’t do this to me. This has always been my dream.” Savias pleaded. “This is bigger than us. It’s For you, my mother, For Alderaan.” He sounded wounded. “Savias Tarven If you’re not at my door to walk me to school next week. I’m going to find a man that puts me before Alderaan!” Alena shouted and stormed off.


Savias sat outside for an hour before his best friend, Casius ame outside. “You okay man?” he asked, clapping his dear friend by the shoulder. “Look man. She’s just a g-“ he was cut off. “Casius.” Savias said. “Yeah?” he responded. “I’m leaving in the morning.” He stated and went inside to his waiting parents who embraced him, his friend followed. “So mom what’s for dinner?!” they all shared a chuckle.
Sitting outside the family compound was a handsome red box, in it was a gorgeous silver filigree ring set with a shimmering blue stone. That was the last time he ever saw Alena.

[2drangertom]

"Left side bound!" Called Chief Tarven to the left half of his element. Blaster fire, shouts of Sith and Republic soldiers, the boom of explosions and the hum of repulsorlift tanks drowned out most of his voice. This was a dark day, Dantooine was being attacked for the third time by the Sith, and the Republic just didn't have enough soldiers. Not today.

"Left sound down!" came the reply when the seven soldiers had found hasty firing positions and covered the bounding of the chief and his five. "Right side moving!" Savias Tarven called and stepped out to bound not seconds before a plasma grenade fell in front of him. "Grenade!!" bip... biip..bip.b-kwff! His men hit the ground and one moved to intercept the device, Tarven shoved the soldier out of the way and gave the grenade a swift kick to whence it came.

Beipbeip Klk SHWWWOOMM- Zrrrk! it was all the Sith troopers could do to scatter as their own grenade was sent back at them. Chief Tarven grabbed the closest men by their armor and helped them up. "Go! Go! Fall back! Fall back! Element fall back! Noble, fall back!" he commanded as he and another soldier laid heavy blaster fire on the recovering Sith Troopers.

For the next five minutes they bound, fifty meters at a time. Falling back from the oncoming wave of Sith Troopers. "Taank!" called the second soldier, a new recruit in the republic army by Savias gauge, who was soon gunned down by the enemy in a torrent of fire. Tarven held behind a crop of stone, panting, processing as his men continued their bounding. Tarven calculated, thought, prayed and then slung his weapon, pulling his light carbine and a grenade from his belt and moving around and to the top of the stone formation.

It wasn't long before his target was in range. Tarven jumped from the rock to the top of the tank, firing at the troops surrounding it as he fell. As fast as he could he depressed the button of two grenades in his right hand and stuck them into a joint of the tank and leapt into the small formation surrounding the tank with a torrent of carbine and blaster fire. His men watched in awe, mostly horror as a flash of reds and greens light the hilltop where Savias Tarven singly assaulted a Repulsor Tank.

Noble Platoon continued bounding until they had to take to the hills and mountains for shelter. While Jeets, the comm tech was signalling to the orbiting ships something came over the radio. A six digit chime the platoon used. Jeets switched frequency and from the comm box heard:

"Hhhff... hfff. This is Chief Warrant Officer Savi- hhh Savias Tarven of Noble Platoon, Third Squad Five-Hunfred Seventy Second Republic SFOD. I'm am currently wounded and unable to travel. My coo-hhr-rdinates are as follows. November Whiskey Fower Won Alpha Kilo Tree Sefen. I repeat November Whiskey Fowe- Ghh Fower Won Alpha Kil-aah Killo Tree Sefen. Broadcast will resume in zero-twenty. This is Chief Savias Tarven. Over. Out."

[Rugs]

This still alive?

[2drangertom]

Aug 21, 2010 12:05:53 GMT -5 Rugs said:

This still alive?

I was in a freak accident. Im back now.

[Rugs]

Moved to Inactive pending. Let me know when he's done and ready to be looked at