Post by Zoned7EDU on Jun 13, 2010 23:50:35 GMT -5
Faction: Galactic Republic
Department: Army
Rank: Private First Class
Name: Ardeos Osacio
Race: Human
Age: 19
Height: 5' 9"
Weight:145 Lbs
Birth place: Coruscant
Appearance: fc01.deviantart.net/fs35/i/2008/291/d/5/Bounty_Hunter_by_vofff.jpg Ardeos has a youthful appearance to him, and generally takes care of himself, washing when he needs to and shaving when ordered to. He has wild, blue eyes, messy, short hair and some stubble on his chin. He has a rather thin figure, with a small amount of built up muscle to him. He walks in a sluggish way, as if he didn't want to crawl out of bed that morning. In the middle of fights, he seems skittish and jittery at times, but can be calm when he knows things are going his way.
Personality:Young and brash, Ardeos believes he can take on the universe and that nobody can stop him. He has no general safety for himself, preferring rather to jump into the moment, rather then actually sit and think on it. He has a terrible stress system of sorts; When under heavy stress, he will belt out terrible jokes and quips, usually earning him the nickname "Joker" in his squads. Ardeos is usually light-hearted and fun, but he does have a serious side to him, and asking about his past will usually cause his temper to flare.
Skills:Ardeos is known for his proficiency in two things. One, Ardeos is good at talking people down when in high stake situations. When the bullets, er, lasers, are flying, Ardeos can calm someone down and get them to listen to reason. The other, is Ardeos has always had good aim. Being a great shot, Ardeos can fire from the hip and still hit somewhat accurately. He hates spray and pray weapons due to this.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: +2
Bio: Ardeos was born on Coruscant, like most Republic Recruits. However, his past is more dreary then most. The son of a prominent politician, Ardeos lived his childhood in luxury. Being the only son also gave him a lot of attention from his father. His mother also loved him, and they both treated him rather well, with him being sent to the best schools, etc.
However, these things fell to pieces one year. At the tender age of 7, Ardeos was pulled from class to be told his father had been killed in an accidental explosion. Life tumbled down after this significant event. The police didn't rule it as a suicide, but Ardeos, when he grew oldier, believed it to be assassination. Afterall, his father was an upright member in the Senate. And his mysterious death would cause a hole that had to be filled somehow. The Prominent Osacio family fell into quick debt and disrepair. Unable to pay their bills, and unable to keep up with costs and so on, Ardeos, his mother, and his little sister were basically banished to the slimy, dirty streets. Living in a dirty, broken down lower apartment, Ardeos grew up the rest of his life in the Slums of Coruscant.
The rest of Ardeos's childhood was marred with bad decisions from his mother, who fell into a deep state of alcoholism. He was not sent to school, but instead, went to a small care center, where he was taught basic things, like English, Math, etc. This care center was not government funded, and was instead run by an order of religious monks, who tried to impose their religion onto Ardeos, which was of course wasted. Even as a small boy, Ardeos did not believe in "magic" or even the Force for that matter. Due to some teachings from the monks, Ardeos is very skeptical of Jedi and their counterparts. He generally has a hostile stance towards them, but in secret fears their abilities. He is currently unaware that he has Force potential.
Being pressured into one of the many gangs that fought throughout Coruscants "underground", Ardeos became a genuine troublemaker around the age of 16. The "gang" he hung with were actually just a large group of friends all trying to make it through the slums. There usually wasn't too much drama or fighting, but occasionally, there were problems, leading to Ardeos to train his rifle skills. However, this changed when his family was attacked by another gang, who sought to rouse Ardeos and his fellow gang mates into a fight. After Ardeos sister was placed in critical condition because of the attack, he went after the opposite gang members, causing a huge shoot out at a club. Fleeing the scene after police were notified, Ardeos fled from the area and returned to the hospital where his sister was kept.
However, his mother, finding out that he had been in the fight due to one of his best friends being killed, forbade him to get near his sister, calling him a poison to the family. Exiled from home, depressed, and saddened at how much life had been wasted, Ardeos did what many teenagers did. He enrolled into the Republic Academy, his name never being mentioned in the shootout, and became a Private under the Republic Galactic Army. The RGA sent him to basic boot-camp, bulking the short, thin kid up to be a rather built man. He was taught how to properly use a gun, rather then the thuggish way he used to. He shied away from Melee combat however, feeling like he wouldn't be fast enough to dodge or parry.
Ardeos has served in the army for two years so far, and is now a Private First Class. He seeks to end the ongoing conflict that has arose, an wishes to be apart of a grand battle. His gung-ho attitude apparently has not fallen away with his age. He is currently stationed on Chandrila, where their are reports of rebel activity.
Password: Kylah
RP Sample: "Ardeos! Stop jabbering and shoot at something! We are getting nailed out here!" The constant yelling from the Sarge definitely did not help Ardeos' concentration. Sure, he had just been yammering on about how Hutts really should go on diets, but still, he needed the extra stress relief to fight right. Standing behind a large rock with another soldier, the oncoming fire from the rebels was terrible. Chunks of rock blew off from the constant rain of lasers, and Ardeos could only stand there. The area was a small grassy plain, with no cover anywhere to be found. Several rocks and trees dotted the area, but it wasn't much.
Breathing hard and then aiming forward, ready to fire, a blast struck him hard and he hit the ground. Coughing, he looked down, his body sprawled out as if a tank had struck him. Feeling his chest, which started to burn deeply, he could feel the burn mark from the laser. It had burned right through the armor, and had created a hole through his skin as well. Coughing up blood now, Ardeos laid there, tired of all the combat and fighting. He closed his eyes, and drifted away, gone from this world.
Ardeos leapt up from his bed, breathing hard. His lungs seemed to claw for more air, trying their hardest to gain oxygen. Ardeos breathed deeply now, looking around him to gather his thoughts. He was in his bunk, surrounded by other beds and soldiers like him. Sighing and rubbing his face, Ardeos got up and went to the nearby glass window. He was still wearing his pants, not taking them off before he passed out from exhaustion. Rain drops smacked the glass tenderly, providing a light sound throughout the room.
Ardeos thought on his family. Two years had passed since he had last seen them. He hadn't spoke to his sister since the attack. She was probably dead Ardeos thought. Taking another deep breathe, he was joined by another squad-mate, who patted him on the back. "Enjoying the rain Joker?" Ardeos only laughed at the thought. Rain always seemed to come down at the worst times. Whenever a sad moment, it rained, and it usually rained hard. His squad-mate leaving him, Ardeos looked back towards his bunk. The sun would be rising soon, and morning would arrive along with Hell itself. "Well, time to get going.." Ardeos went back to his bunk to get dressed. It was going to be a long day, that was for sure.
Department: Army
Rank: Private First Class
Name: Ardeos Osacio
Race: Human
Age: 19
Height: 5' 9"
Weight:145 Lbs
Birth place: Coruscant
Appearance: fc01.deviantart.net/fs35/i/2008/291/d/5/Bounty_Hunter_by_vofff.jpg Ardeos has a youthful appearance to him, and generally takes care of himself, washing when he needs to and shaving when ordered to. He has wild, blue eyes, messy, short hair and some stubble on his chin. He has a rather thin figure, with a small amount of built up muscle to him. He walks in a sluggish way, as if he didn't want to crawl out of bed that morning. In the middle of fights, he seems skittish and jittery at times, but can be calm when he knows things are going his way.
Personality:Young and brash, Ardeos believes he can take on the universe and that nobody can stop him. He has no general safety for himself, preferring rather to jump into the moment, rather then actually sit and think on it. He has a terrible stress system of sorts; When under heavy stress, he will belt out terrible jokes and quips, usually earning him the nickname "Joker" in his squads. Ardeos is usually light-hearted and fun, but he does have a serious side to him, and asking about his past will usually cause his temper to flare.
Skills:Ardeos is known for his proficiency in two things. One, Ardeos is good at talking people down when in high stake situations. When the bullets, er, lasers, are flying, Ardeos can calm someone down and get them to listen to reason. The other, is Ardeos has always had good aim. Being a great shot, Ardeos can fire from the hip and still hit somewhat accurately. He hates spray and pray weapons due to this.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: +2
Bio: Ardeos was born on Coruscant, like most Republic Recruits. However, his past is more dreary then most. The son of a prominent politician, Ardeos lived his childhood in luxury. Being the only son also gave him a lot of attention from his father. His mother also loved him, and they both treated him rather well, with him being sent to the best schools, etc.
However, these things fell to pieces one year. At the tender age of 7, Ardeos was pulled from class to be told his father had been killed in an accidental explosion. Life tumbled down after this significant event. The police didn't rule it as a suicide, but Ardeos, when he grew oldier, believed it to be assassination. Afterall, his father was an upright member in the Senate. And his mysterious death would cause a hole that had to be filled somehow. The Prominent Osacio family fell into quick debt and disrepair. Unable to pay their bills, and unable to keep up with costs and so on, Ardeos, his mother, and his little sister were basically banished to the slimy, dirty streets. Living in a dirty, broken down lower apartment, Ardeos grew up the rest of his life in the Slums of Coruscant.
The rest of Ardeos's childhood was marred with bad decisions from his mother, who fell into a deep state of alcoholism. He was not sent to school, but instead, went to a small care center, where he was taught basic things, like English, Math, etc. This care center was not government funded, and was instead run by an order of religious monks, who tried to impose their religion onto Ardeos, which was of course wasted. Even as a small boy, Ardeos did not believe in "magic" or even the Force for that matter. Due to some teachings from the monks, Ardeos is very skeptical of Jedi and their counterparts. He generally has a hostile stance towards them, but in secret fears their abilities. He is currently unaware that he has Force potential.
Being pressured into one of the many gangs that fought throughout Coruscants "underground", Ardeos became a genuine troublemaker around the age of 16. The "gang" he hung with were actually just a large group of friends all trying to make it through the slums. There usually wasn't too much drama or fighting, but occasionally, there were problems, leading to Ardeos to train his rifle skills. However, this changed when his family was attacked by another gang, who sought to rouse Ardeos and his fellow gang mates into a fight. After Ardeos sister was placed in critical condition because of the attack, he went after the opposite gang members, causing a huge shoot out at a club. Fleeing the scene after police were notified, Ardeos fled from the area and returned to the hospital where his sister was kept.
However, his mother, finding out that he had been in the fight due to one of his best friends being killed, forbade him to get near his sister, calling him a poison to the family. Exiled from home, depressed, and saddened at how much life had been wasted, Ardeos did what many teenagers did. He enrolled into the Republic Academy, his name never being mentioned in the shootout, and became a Private under the Republic Galactic Army. The RGA sent him to basic boot-camp, bulking the short, thin kid up to be a rather built man. He was taught how to properly use a gun, rather then the thuggish way he used to. He shied away from Melee combat however, feeling like he wouldn't be fast enough to dodge or parry.
Ardeos has served in the army for two years so far, and is now a Private First Class. He seeks to end the ongoing conflict that has arose, an wishes to be apart of a grand battle. His gung-ho attitude apparently has not fallen away with his age. He is currently stationed on Chandrila, where their are reports of rebel activity.
Password: Kylah
RP Sample: "Ardeos! Stop jabbering and shoot at something! We are getting nailed out here!" The constant yelling from the Sarge definitely did not help Ardeos' concentration. Sure, he had just been yammering on about how Hutts really should go on diets, but still, he needed the extra stress relief to fight right. Standing behind a large rock with another soldier, the oncoming fire from the rebels was terrible. Chunks of rock blew off from the constant rain of lasers, and Ardeos could only stand there. The area was a small grassy plain, with no cover anywhere to be found. Several rocks and trees dotted the area, but it wasn't much.
Breathing hard and then aiming forward, ready to fire, a blast struck him hard and he hit the ground. Coughing, he looked down, his body sprawled out as if a tank had struck him. Feeling his chest, which started to burn deeply, he could feel the burn mark from the laser. It had burned right through the armor, and had created a hole through his skin as well. Coughing up blood now, Ardeos laid there, tired of all the combat and fighting. He closed his eyes, and drifted away, gone from this world.
Ardeos leapt up from his bed, breathing hard. His lungs seemed to claw for more air, trying their hardest to gain oxygen. Ardeos breathed deeply now, looking around him to gather his thoughts. He was in his bunk, surrounded by other beds and soldiers like him. Sighing and rubbing his face, Ardeos got up and went to the nearby glass window. He was still wearing his pants, not taking them off before he passed out from exhaustion. Rain drops smacked the glass tenderly, providing a light sound throughout the room.
Ardeos thought on his family. Two years had passed since he had last seen them. He hadn't spoke to his sister since the attack. She was probably dead Ardeos thought. Taking another deep breathe, he was joined by another squad-mate, who patted him on the back. "Enjoying the rain Joker?" Ardeos only laughed at the thought. Rain always seemed to come down at the worst times. Whenever a sad moment, it rained, and it usually rained hard. His squad-mate leaving him, Ardeos looked back towards his bunk. The sun would be rising soon, and morning would arrive along with Hell itself. "Well, time to get going.." Ardeos went back to his bunk to get dressed. It was going to be a long day, that was for sure.
