Post by seraphimxix on Dec 18, 2008 2:17:11 GMT -5
Faction: Republic Military
Department:Army
Name: Araena Hokan (uh-ray-nuh)
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5'8
Weight: 130 Pounds
Appearance:Click
Being used to Courascan't cold weather, Araena rarely if ever dresses in the manner shown in the picture. When on-duty but not in a combat zone, she is almost always seen wearing combat fatigues, usually a form of jump-suit. For casual dress she wears clothing somewhat similar to her appearance in the above picture, but her lower torso is completely covered by her top.
Birth place: Courascant
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 9
Alignment: 3
Bio:
Childhood Years
Araena’s parents had said when she was born that she would do great things, would change the Galaxy in her own way, she would represent the Hokan name with dignity. Araena’s parents made these statements well before the financial fallout that impacted the family. Even before Araena was born, the Hokan family lived an extremely modest life-style; a small one-bedroom apartment in the slums, a raggedy speeder, just enough food to last the two of them.
Introducing a third mouth into the household was a quick way of burning through the families resources. Matters became worse when Araena’s father hurt himself at his job and had to stay home, forcing her mother to get a job in order to make ends meet. When Araena became old enough she attended school, which required more money and more time for supplies. With a husband whom was getting more and more detached, and long hours and grueling work beginning to take it’s toll, Araena’s mother began to become more and detached. One day, she went to work, and didn’t come home. They never saw her again.
Teenage Years
Araena’s father eventually healed enough to go back to work, and times were a bit easier now that there was once again only two mouths to feed, but he was still depressed, and now more distressed then ever by the disappearance of his beloved wife. He picked up a habit, which turned into an abuse. Like so many, he became an alcoholic. Araena’s father saw his wife in her, and blamed her for his wife’s disappearance, he began to resent her, and when intoxicated, which was often, he would hit her, and berate her. Araena loved her father but it was heart breaking to see the way he treated himself, and the way he treated her. As a result, Araena spent as little time in the house as possible. Instead she wandered the streets with her friends.
Unfortunately she got in with the wrong crowd of people, and became involved in activities that many would frown upon. Eventually these activates resulted in her not coming home at all. At first she sold drugs, then as she became older she helped traffic them, and it was at this point that she was given her first gun, a shabby hold-out pistol. Years of being in a gang resulted in Araena witnessing countless acts of violence, even murders, but she had to yet to actually use a gun, and the concept thrilled her. Instead of shying away she embraced it and practiced with the little blaster until she became the best gunfighter in the group, at which point she was promoted to enforcer and given a slightly better weapon. With two pistols she practiced duel-wielding, and eventually her skills with two blasters became that of myth in her local area.
Adulthood Years
Over the years Araena had been involved in countless drug operations, turf wars, and hits. Despite her life style she was not an inherently bad person, however, and these things began to weigh on her conscience. Looking for a way to atone for her sins, Araena joined the Republic Army. She served in the army for two years, in which time her skills with a gun were enhanced severely by the benefit of professional training. In addition to her quickly developing skills, Araena’s overall state of mind and experience was changed. She’d been involved in several fights against the tough as nails Mandalorians and Sith forces, and while the emotional barrages of combat weigh on her and reinforce her hardened outlook on life, she feels better about herself. She feels that she is doing her part to help the Galaxy.
Personality
Araena is kind hearted, if not slightly misguided. A lifetime of hardship has imprinted a golden rule within her mind that states that the majority of conflicts within life need to be resolved with violence and with a realistic approach. Araena is inherently pessimistic and is easily angered, but in a combat situation she is completely level headed. Despite her often somber appearance and attitude Araena is a very sarcastic individual and is a firm believer in partying, as life doesn’t last forever, especially for Soldiers. She enjoys the thrills of combat. Socially, Araena has trouble becoming attached to people because the people she hangs around with have a habit of dying, and she is more sensitive then how she acts. Her feelings can be hurt easier than she will admit.
RP Sample:-
Chaos. Pandemonium. Clusterf**k. These three words are all synonymous Laymen’s terms for the situation at hand. The once busy yet peaceful metropolitan area is now the site of a contest that will decide the fate of the entire planet. Death and destruction riddles its streets, the otherworldly presence only beaten out by the smothering stench of charred flesh and durasteel. Near the heart of the financial district is the Maynerisk Tower, a thousand meter tall office building. At its top is a Communications array and office. It is this room and the hallway directly outside where the majority of the heavy fighting is located. Sith forces have captured the office and have entrenched themselves, holding on to the precious communication center for as long as possible, at least until reinforcements arrive. It’s been two days, and they’re exhausted and running low on ammo. For the Republic forces, it’s time to bring the hammer down.
“Check the friendly fire-”
“-such thing, Cap.”
“Grenade out!
“You have to put pressure to stop the bleeding- “
“ -can’t… can’t feel-“
“-Watch the sides!”
“Damn it!”
Private Araena Hokan swears loudly and enters the fetal position, nestling her face in-between her knees to make herself a smaller target, and to protect her face. A moment later the grenade that had landed not even thirty feet from her detonates, showering the crowded corridor with a wave of heat and shrapnel. Araena grits her teeth to avoid crying out in pain as nearly microscopic pieces of shrapnel dig into her exposed skin and the searing wave makes it peel. If she had been even ten feet closer when the grenade had gone off, she would have been vaporized.
Once sure there are no more grenades to worry about, for the moment, Araena sits up and leans her head back against the overturned table that served as cover, trying to blot out the pain. Despite the near death experience of a grenade landing nearly at her feet, and the overall setting that was blaster bolts ricocheting off every surface and soldiers dying all around her, Araena is already beginning to get bored. The current strategy, turtle behind cover until the enemy runs out of ammo, was an exceptionally boring and nonproductive tactic. In her mind, at this point a simple rush of overwhelming forces is all that’s necessary. Everything else is just more time that stands between her and a beer.
That thought in mind, Araena stands up from her nearly sprawled out position on the floor to a crouch, ready to pop out of cover then dart back down. As the silent countdown from five to zero ends, Raena grips her assault rifle tightly and stands straight up, elevating her so that her entire upper torso is exposed. Sure enough, a salvo of blaster fire nearly lobotomizes her; she just barely ducks in time, but not before getting a quick head count. Six hostiles, all light infantry. She could handle that many herself. The only problem lays in the fact that her and her comrades are pinned down in the middle of a vast hallway. Storming the Communications center would require a twenty foot run through open hallway with zero cover, which would land you directly in a deadly cross-fire. So, what to do?
When in doubt, throw a smoke grenade.
Araena turns to her partner, a very green and very nervous twenty year old kid. His whole body is trembiling, and tears dot his cheeks, Araena notices with irritation. But alas, that’s not something that can be worried about in such times. Instead, Araena taps his shoulder (he jumps) to get his attention.
“Hark”, she says when he turns to address her, “I need two things from you. One, I need your smoke grenade. “ Hark nods and fishes his smoke grenade from its clip on his belt, then hands it to her with trembling hands.
“Alright, two, when I throw those two smoke grenades I need you to provide suppression fire. And three, I need for to get ahold of yourself. You’re embarrassing yourself.” Hark blushes, then looks at her in confusion.
“Hey,” he says, “I thought you said you needed two things. That’s three!” Araena shrugs.
“Yeah well. I’m an Army grunt, not a CEO, for a reason man.” She says, and primes the two smoke grenades before tossing them down the hall. The two grenades bounce and ricochet off the walls a couple times before exploding in a massive cloud of smoke. The signal made, the two Republic soldiers jump into action. As Araena stands up to her full height and vaults over the top of the table, hitting the ground running, Hark hastily stands up and opens fire, pouring blaster fire down the hallway, careful not to cut her in half. Sprinting the twenty feet on the opposite side of the wall of the hallway from the side Hark is firing down, Araena drags her across the wall, feeling for its end. As soon her fingers touch nothing, signifying that she’d made it into the center itself, Araena cuts deeply to the left and dives forward, yanking one of her two pistols out of its holster. Sure enough, in the confusion and the smoke the Sith soldiers hadn’t noticed the lone form diving out of the smoke into their very midlist. At such close range it’s easy pickings, and with the remaining four Sith huddling behind a barrier, it’s even easier. As Araena draws her second pistol one of the soldiers notices her and tries to draw a bead, the others follow suit.
Smirking, but not saying a word, Araena raises her pistols and shoots all five of them dead before any of them can get a single shot off.
“I guess the force wasn’t with you…” She says as she spins her two guns a couple of times before holstering them and tapping the mouthpiece dangling close to her neck.
“Well guys, “She speaks into the mouthpiece, “The communications center is secured. Can I go home now?”
Department:Army
Name: Araena Hokan (uh-ray-nuh)
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5'8
Weight: 130 Pounds
Appearance:Click
Being used to Courascan't cold weather, Araena rarely if ever dresses in the manner shown in the picture. When on-duty but not in a combat zone, she is almost always seen wearing combat fatigues, usually a form of jump-suit. For casual dress she wears clothing somewhat similar to her appearance in the above picture, but her lower torso is completely covered by her top.
Birth place: Courascant
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 9
Alignment: 3
Bio:
Childhood Years
Araena’s parents had said when she was born that she would do great things, would change the Galaxy in her own way, she would represent the Hokan name with dignity. Araena’s parents made these statements well before the financial fallout that impacted the family. Even before Araena was born, the Hokan family lived an extremely modest life-style; a small one-bedroom apartment in the slums, a raggedy speeder, just enough food to last the two of them.
Introducing a third mouth into the household was a quick way of burning through the families resources. Matters became worse when Araena’s father hurt himself at his job and had to stay home, forcing her mother to get a job in order to make ends meet. When Araena became old enough she attended school, which required more money and more time for supplies. With a husband whom was getting more and more detached, and long hours and grueling work beginning to take it’s toll, Araena’s mother began to become more and detached. One day, she went to work, and didn’t come home. They never saw her again.
Teenage Years
Araena’s father eventually healed enough to go back to work, and times were a bit easier now that there was once again only two mouths to feed, but he was still depressed, and now more distressed then ever by the disappearance of his beloved wife. He picked up a habit, which turned into an abuse. Like so many, he became an alcoholic. Araena’s father saw his wife in her, and blamed her for his wife’s disappearance, he began to resent her, and when intoxicated, which was often, he would hit her, and berate her. Araena loved her father but it was heart breaking to see the way he treated himself, and the way he treated her. As a result, Araena spent as little time in the house as possible. Instead she wandered the streets with her friends.
Unfortunately she got in with the wrong crowd of people, and became involved in activities that many would frown upon. Eventually these activates resulted in her not coming home at all. At first she sold drugs, then as she became older she helped traffic them, and it was at this point that she was given her first gun, a shabby hold-out pistol. Years of being in a gang resulted in Araena witnessing countless acts of violence, even murders, but she had to yet to actually use a gun, and the concept thrilled her. Instead of shying away she embraced it and practiced with the little blaster until she became the best gunfighter in the group, at which point she was promoted to enforcer and given a slightly better weapon. With two pistols she practiced duel-wielding, and eventually her skills with two blasters became that of myth in her local area.
Adulthood Years
Over the years Araena had been involved in countless drug operations, turf wars, and hits. Despite her life style she was not an inherently bad person, however, and these things began to weigh on her conscience. Looking for a way to atone for her sins, Araena joined the Republic Army. She served in the army for two years, in which time her skills with a gun were enhanced severely by the benefit of professional training. In addition to her quickly developing skills, Araena’s overall state of mind and experience was changed. She’d been involved in several fights against the tough as nails Mandalorians and Sith forces, and while the emotional barrages of combat weigh on her and reinforce her hardened outlook on life, she feels better about herself. She feels that she is doing her part to help the Galaxy.
Personality
Araena is kind hearted, if not slightly misguided. A lifetime of hardship has imprinted a golden rule within her mind that states that the majority of conflicts within life need to be resolved with violence and with a realistic approach. Araena is inherently pessimistic and is easily angered, but in a combat situation she is completely level headed. Despite her often somber appearance and attitude Araena is a very sarcastic individual and is a firm believer in partying, as life doesn’t last forever, especially for Soldiers. She enjoys the thrills of combat. Socially, Araena has trouble becoming attached to people because the people she hangs around with have a habit of dying, and she is more sensitive then how she acts. Her feelings can be hurt easier than she will admit.
RP Sample:-
Chaos. Pandemonium. Clusterf**k. These three words are all synonymous Laymen’s terms for the situation at hand. The once busy yet peaceful metropolitan area is now the site of a contest that will decide the fate of the entire planet. Death and destruction riddles its streets, the otherworldly presence only beaten out by the smothering stench of charred flesh and durasteel. Near the heart of the financial district is the Maynerisk Tower, a thousand meter tall office building. At its top is a Communications array and office. It is this room and the hallway directly outside where the majority of the heavy fighting is located. Sith forces have captured the office and have entrenched themselves, holding on to the precious communication center for as long as possible, at least until reinforcements arrive. It’s been two days, and they’re exhausted and running low on ammo. For the Republic forces, it’s time to bring the hammer down.
“Check the friendly fire-”
“-such thing, Cap.”
“Grenade out!
“You have to put pressure to stop the bleeding- “
“ -can’t… can’t feel-“
“-Watch the sides!”
“Damn it!”
Private Araena Hokan swears loudly and enters the fetal position, nestling her face in-between her knees to make herself a smaller target, and to protect her face. A moment later the grenade that had landed not even thirty feet from her detonates, showering the crowded corridor with a wave of heat and shrapnel. Araena grits her teeth to avoid crying out in pain as nearly microscopic pieces of shrapnel dig into her exposed skin and the searing wave makes it peel. If she had been even ten feet closer when the grenade had gone off, she would have been vaporized.
Once sure there are no more grenades to worry about, for the moment, Araena sits up and leans her head back against the overturned table that served as cover, trying to blot out the pain. Despite the near death experience of a grenade landing nearly at her feet, and the overall setting that was blaster bolts ricocheting off every surface and soldiers dying all around her, Araena is already beginning to get bored. The current strategy, turtle behind cover until the enemy runs out of ammo, was an exceptionally boring and nonproductive tactic. In her mind, at this point a simple rush of overwhelming forces is all that’s necessary. Everything else is just more time that stands between her and a beer.
That thought in mind, Araena stands up from her nearly sprawled out position on the floor to a crouch, ready to pop out of cover then dart back down. As the silent countdown from five to zero ends, Raena grips her assault rifle tightly and stands straight up, elevating her so that her entire upper torso is exposed. Sure enough, a salvo of blaster fire nearly lobotomizes her; she just barely ducks in time, but not before getting a quick head count. Six hostiles, all light infantry. She could handle that many herself. The only problem lays in the fact that her and her comrades are pinned down in the middle of a vast hallway. Storming the Communications center would require a twenty foot run through open hallway with zero cover, which would land you directly in a deadly cross-fire. So, what to do?
When in doubt, throw a smoke grenade.
Araena turns to her partner, a very green and very nervous twenty year old kid. His whole body is trembiling, and tears dot his cheeks, Araena notices with irritation. But alas, that’s not something that can be worried about in such times. Instead, Araena taps his shoulder (he jumps) to get his attention.
“Hark”, she says when he turns to address her, “I need two things from you. One, I need your smoke grenade. “ Hark nods and fishes his smoke grenade from its clip on his belt, then hands it to her with trembling hands.
“Alright, two, when I throw those two smoke grenades I need you to provide suppression fire. And three, I need for to get ahold of yourself. You’re embarrassing yourself.” Hark blushes, then looks at her in confusion.
“Hey,” he says, “I thought you said you needed two things. That’s three!” Araena shrugs.
“Yeah well. I’m an Army grunt, not a CEO, for a reason man.” She says, and primes the two smoke grenades before tossing them down the hall. The two grenades bounce and ricochet off the walls a couple times before exploding in a massive cloud of smoke. The signal made, the two Republic soldiers jump into action. As Araena stands up to her full height and vaults over the top of the table, hitting the ground running, Hark hastily stands up and opens fire, pouring blaster fire down the hallway, careful not to cut her in half. Sprinting the twenty feet on the opposite side of the wall of the hallway from the side Hark is firing down, Araena drags her across the wall, feeling for its end. As soon her fingers touch nothing, signifying that she’d made it into the center itself, Araena cuts deeply to the left and dives forward, yanking one of her two pistols out of its holster. Sure enough, in the confusion and the smoke the Sith soldiers hadn’t noticed the lone form diving out of the smoke into their very midlist. At such close range it’s easy pickings, and with the remaining four Sith huddling behind a barrier, it’s even easier. As Araena draws her second pistol one of the soldiers notices her and tries to draw a bead, the others follow suit.
Smirking, but not saying a word, Araena raises her pistols and shoots all five of them dead before any of them can get a single shot off.
“I guess the force wasn’t with you…” She says as she spins her two guns a couple of times before holstering them and tapping the mouthpiece dangling close to her neck.
“Well guys, “She speaks into the mouthpiece, “The communications center is secured. Can I go home now?”
