Post by Tanis on Aug 6, 2009 22:47:05 GMT -5
Faction: Sith Empire
Department: Army
Rank: 2nd Lieutenant
Name: Tarick Strauberg
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: Five feet, eight inches
Weight: One hundred fifty pounds
Appearance: Tarick is stocky and of average build, with slightly pale skin. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are hazel. He has no identifying marks of any serious note, being your rather average Human in his early twenties.
Birth place: Sernpindal/Capital City
Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: -1
Bio:
Fresh from the Sith Army's Officer Training Corps, Tarick is the first of his family to have gone the route of the military. His father, Kross, and his fathers before him had all been small time merchants on the world of Sernpidal. His mother, Tasha, died in child birth, and because of this, Kross took to heavy drinking and often using his son as a punching bag to relieve his own stress and self loathing. His first years as a child were far from pleasant. Being the subject of many beatings, he wasn't a very social being. No one seemed to take note of his bruises and marks because he hardly had the courage to leave the family house. And if his father caught him, he was in for another beating. Because of that, he had very few friends and not much human contact. His school years were filled with many visits to the disciplinarian. As he was the victim of vicious beatings from his father, so too he victimized others as a form of out rage and protest. As in his early years, he had almost no one that he did not have a negative relationship with. The only class he took any true interest in was history, and his grades in other areas were merely adequate.
When he was eighteen, his father began pressing Tarick to take charge of the shop that he ran, but Tarick resisted. Soon, he began fighting back against his abusive father, having long since grown weary of being pushed around by someone who drowned themselves in alcohol every night. On one particularly violent night, Kross attempted to bludgeon with a nearby, and very empty, bottle which had previously held some unknown liquor. Tarick instead dropped his father with a single punch, both knocking him out cold and shattering the older man's nose. Tarick, completely finished with his father, packed what belongings he cared to bring, robbed his father of every single credit left in the place, and left.
As soon as he was free of his father's rule, he looked for somewhere he could go. Sernpindal, having since become a possession of the Sith Empire, had very opportunities that seemed to interest the young and disenfranchised man. Having failed in the acquisition of any upper level learning that could be useful and certainly not desiring to go back to his father's mecantile business, Tarick languished for a year, going from small time job to small time job. In this time he worked several blue-collar positions: contruction, cantina bouncing, and the like. This was not as pleasant a time as Tarick had thought it would be. Realizing that what he needed was some direction, he looked to the Sith Empire's military.
Having saved up a decent amount of money from his several years of work, Tarick enrolled in the Sernpindal branch of the Sith Empire's Officer Training Corps. His training was not pleasant, but it was miles better than what his life had been like under his father, and what his life had been like with no direction. Officer's training took four years out of Tarick's life. He excelled in classes of military history and administration, for it was in this time that Tarick discovered his nigh insane attention to minute details and his long-forgotten love of history. During his training, his focus was mostly on administration and policing his other officers and has hopes that he will be placed in a Military Police position within the officer corps. He has only just graduated from the OTC, and has yet to recieve his assigned position.
RP Sample:
The barren halls of the Sith Barracks on Sernpindal were...spartan, to say the least. Each trooper had a bunk, a trunk, and a locker for clothes and weaponry. The single room stretched back at least thirty yards and was more than fifteen wide to accompany 2d Platoon, B Company, 1st Battalion, 206th Grenadier Regiment. This was part of his Officer Training, and accompanying Strauberg on this, his very first test inspection of the platoon, was his senior training officer, Captain Marr Riken. He stood behind and to the rear of the lieutenant as he began opening and going through the contents of one of the lockers. The platoon was out for training, and no one but Sergeant Vashe was in the barracks. He was here because this was a special inspection. A surprise inspection.
Tarick flipped open one of the trunks as he moved down the line. Inside were typical trooper supplies. Extra clothes, a shaving kit, repair kit for a blaster rifle and...what is that? Lt. Strauberg pulled a can out from its hidden place, tucked underneath an extra set of shorts. He held it up in front of him and looked to the Sergeant.
"What is this, Sergeant?" Lt. Strauberg asked, in an annoyed tone.
"Uh sir...it looks like a can of processed fruit." The Sergeatn replied.
"That would be incorrect, Sergeant. This is contraband. This is Sith Empire property stolen from the base's kitchen, no doubt. Do you know what this makes this trooper, Sergeant?"
"A thief? That is Trooper Barig's trunk." Sergeant Vashe asked.
"Correct. This...Trooper Barig. He will be dealt with." Lt. Strauberg said as he stuffed the can in the trunk. He and the Captain then moved off to the side.
A minute later, the platoon came rushing in. Each man, decked out in his Sith Empire armor and brandishing his blaster rifle, immediately went to their bunks and stood at full attention. Lt. Strauberg went down the line of troopers one at a time, checking the cleanliness of their uniforms, the functionality of their weaponry, and their attitude when faced with an officer who'd seen less action than most of them. Then again, that is how it worked, isn't it? Lt. Strauberg checked Trooper Barig just like the rest, and when he had inspected the fifty odd men of the platoon, he stood at the front of the barracks. In this entire time, he'd said nothing. Only nodded or grunted his approval.
"2nd. Platoon. Is there anything you wish to tell me?"
The barracks was quiet.
"Anything at all? Anything I should be...aware...of?"
There was nothing. After a fews seconds of waiting, Lt. Strauberg walked over to Trooper Barig and kicked open his trunk. Lying on top was the pilfered can of processed fruit.
"Well, lookie there, Trooper Barigan."
The trooper opened his mouth to spout a word and instead at the barrel of Lt. Strauberg's blaster pistol. The bolt made short work of the trooper's head and the man remained standing for a second. Lt. Strauberg stepped aside and the trooper collapsed to his knees before falling flat on what was left of his face. Lt. Strauberg holstered his smoking blaster. The other troopers of 2nd Platoon were all dead silent. Even the Captain, who was supervising, seemed a little bit shocked at the action, though he made no attempt to stop it.
"Thievery will not be tolerated. If you're going to steal, do -not- be caught. Am I in any way unclear?" Lt. Strauberg asked.
"No, sir!" The barracks yelled in one voice.
Department: Army
Rank: 2nd Lieutenant
Name: Tarick Strauberg
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: Five feet, eight inches
Weight: One hundred fifty pounds
Appearance: Tarick is stocky and of average build, with slightly pale skin. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are hazel. He has no identifying marks of any serious note, being your rather average Human in his early twenties.
Birth place: Sernpindal/Capital City
Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: -1
Bio:
Fresh from the Sith Army's Officer Training Corps, Tarick is the first of his family to have gone the route of the military. His father, Kross, and his fathers before him had all been small time merchants on the world of Sernpidal. His mother, Tasha, died in child birth, and because of this, Kross took to heavy drinking and often using his son as a punching bag to relieve his own stress and self loathing. His first years as a child were far from pleasant. Being the subject of many beatings, he wasn't a very social being. No one seemed to take note of his bruises and marks because he hardly had the courage to leave the family house. And if his father caught him, he was in for another beating. Because of that, he had very few friends and not much human contact. His school years were filled with many visits to the disciplinarian. As he was the victim of vicious beatings from his father, so too he victimized others as a form of out rage and protest. As in his early years, he had almost no one that he did not have a negative relationship with. The only class he took any true interest in was history, and his grades in other areas were merely adequate.
When he was eighteen, his father began pressing Tarick to take charge of the shop that he ran, but Tarick resisted. Soon, he began fighting back against his abusive father, having long since grown weary of being pushed around by someone who drowned themselves in alcohol every night. On one particularly violent night, Kross attempted to bludgeon with a nearby, and very empty, bottle which had previously held some unknown liquor. Tarick instead dropped his father with a single punch, both knocking him out cold and shattering the older man's nose. Tarick, completely finished with his father, packed what belongings he cared to bring, robbed his father of every single credit left in the place, and left.
As soon as he was free of his father's rule, he looked for somewhere he could go. Sernpindal, having since become a possession of the Sith Empire, had very opportunities that seemed to interest the young and disenfranchised man. Having failed in the acquisition of any upper level learning that could be useful and certainly not desiring to go back to his father's mecantile business, Tarick languished for a year, going from small time job to small time job. In this time he worked several blue-collar positions: contruction, cantina bouncing, and the like. This was not as pleasant a time as Tarick had thought it would be. Realizing that what he needed was some direction, he looked to the Sith Empire's military.
Having saved up a decent amount of money from his several years of work, Tarick enrolled in the Sernpindal branch of the Sith Empire's Officer Training Corps. His training was not pleasant, but it was miles better than what his life had been like under his father, and what his life had been like with no direction. Officer's training took four years out of Tarick's life. He excelled in classes of military history and administration, for it was in this time that Tarick discovered his nigh insane attention to minute details and his long-forgotten love of history. During his training, his focus was mostly on administration and policing his other officers and has hopes that he will be placed in a Military Police position within the officer corps. He has only just graduated from the OTC, and has yet to recieve his assigned position.
RP Sample:
The barren halls of the Sith Barracks on Sernpindal were...spartan, to say the least. Each trooper had a bunk, a trunk, and a locker for clothes and weaponry. The single room stretched back at least thirty yards and was more than fifteen wide to accompany 2d Platoon, B Company, 1st Battalion, 206th Grenadier Regiment. This was part of his Officer Training, and accompanying Strauberg on this, his very first test inspection of the platoon, was his senior training officer, Captain Marr Riken. He stood behind and to the rear of the lieutenant as he began opening and going through the contents of one of the lockers. The platoon was out for training, and no one but Sergeant Vashe was in the barracks. He was here because this was a special inspection. A surprise inspection.
Tarick flipped open one of the trunks as he moved down the line. Inside were typical trooper supplies. Extra clothes, a shaving kit, repair kit for a blaster rifle and...what is that? Lt. Strauberg pulled a can out from its hidden place, tucked underneath an extra set of shorts. He held it up in front of him and looked to the Sergeant.
"What is this, Sergeant?" Lt. Strauberg asked, in an annoyed tone.
"Uh sir...it looks like a can of processed fruit." The Sergeatn replied.
"That would be incorrect, Sergeant. This is contraband. This is Sith Empire property stolen from the base's kitchen, no doubt. Do you know what this makes this trooper, Sergeant?"
"A thief? That is Trooper Barig's trunk." Sergeant Vashe asked.
"Correct. This...Trooper Barig. He will be dealt with." Lt. Strauberg said as he stuffed the can in the trunk. He and the Captain then moved off to the side.
A minute later, the platoon came rushing in. Each man, decked out in his Sith Empire armor and brandishing his blaster rifle, immediately went to their bunks and stood at full attention. Lt. Strauberg went down the line of troopers one at a time, checking the cleanliness of their uniforms, the functionality of their weaponry, and their attitude when faced with an officer who'd seen less action than most of them. Then again, that is how it worked, isn't it? Lt. Strauberg checked Trooper Barig just like the rest, and when he had inspected the fifty odd men of the platoon, he stood at the front of the barracks. In this entire time, he'd said nothing. Only nodded or grunted his approval.
"2nd. Platoon. Is there anything you wish to tell me?"
The barracks was quiet.
"Anything at all? Anything I should be...aware...of?"
There was nothing. After a fews seconds of waiting, Lt. Strauberg walked over to Trooper Barig and kicked open his trunk. Lying on top was the pilfered can of processed fruit.
"Well, lookie there, Trooper Barigan."
The trooper opened his mouth to spout a word and instead at the barrel of Lt. Strauberg's blaster pistol. The bolt made short work of the trooper's head and the man remained standing for a second. Lt. Strauberg stepped aside and the trooper collapsed to his knees before falling flat on what was left of his face. Lt. Strauberg holstered his smoking blaster. The other troopers of 2nd Platoon were all dead silent. Even the Captain, who was supervising, seemed a little bit shocked at the action, though he made no attempt to stop it.
"Thievery will not be tolerated. If you're going to steal, do -not- be caught. Am I in any way unclear?" Lt. Strauberg asked.
"No, sir!" The barracks yelled in one voice.
