Post by Tanis on Jul 22, 2010 12:38:46 GMT -5
Faction: Galatic Republic
Department: Special Forces
Rank: Corporal
Name: Arthur Calley Kraven
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 5' 8”
Weight: 180 lbs
Birth place: Iziz, Onderon
Appearance: Kraven is a well built man of Onderonian birth, and is characterized by tan skin and dark hair due to Onderon's tropical climate. He has a scruffy beard, though he tries to shave often, it's hard to shave while out in the field. The longer he is deployed, the scruffier it gets. His hair is a typical military cut and is dark brown. He has hazel eyes, and no distinguishing features or scars.
Personality: Kraven has a strong sense of morality and karma. He has a strong distaste of any sort of racism, unlike a lot of Onderonians, and has been reprimanded several times by his company commander for failing to maintain control when faced with such acts. This no doubt has inhibited his advancement through the military. He tends to be quiet most of the time, though he sometimes chimes in with a sarcastic remark, and that is his only real sense of humor. He enjoys orchestral music, reading, writing, and poetry. He does, however, suffer from some confidence issues when faced with commanding other soldiers, and dislikes having authority saddled on his shoulders. He operates best when alone or when subordinate to someone else.
Skills: Survival, Stealth, Close Combat
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: +1
Bio:
Art Kraven, like many others, is the product of a military family. His mother, Mara Calley, served for four years as a paramedic for the Galactic Republic before she allowed her enlistment to expire and settled in Iziz with her then-fiance, Lieutenant Jonathan Kraven, who remained in the Republic Army to pursue his career. They married a year before Arthur Kraven was born, and he would be their only child. While training several recruits for the Army's Force Recon unit on Dxun, Lt. Kraven went missing during a night operation. He has been listed MIA since then, leaving Maria Kraven to raise Art on her own. He was eight years old when his father disappeared, and he has made it somewhat of a personal mission to scour the surface of Dxun and find out what happened to him. However, given the vicious and predatory creatures of Dxun, he realizes that it is likely his father will never be found, dead or alive.
Art's younger years were troubling for him. He was never a very large boy, and was commonly picked on both for being a 'girly girly boy' due to his love of reading and poetry over games, and for having no father in the picture. His mother never remarried or dated again after Jon's disappearance, so days on the playgrounds were typically punctuated with “Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!” or something equally childish. Later on in life, he would take his history with him, and stand for no mistreatment of those less fortunate. It also fostered in him the belief that the world was wrong, that things shouldn't be the way they were, and that he should find a way to make it a better place. His only real friend was a Duros boy named Maukon, who was also the subject of much ridicule for being an alien on a world historically hostile to aliens. Maukon and his family were killed in a tragic home invasion by anti-alien thugs when Art was 10, and he has, in some ways, never really recovered. He had a tendency to keep to himself even more after that, somehow feeling that his friend's death was somehow related to him. He gives all races a fair shake and is polite to almost everyone, now.
Art Kraven was talented in school, but he only really excelled at History and Literature, while his grads in Science and Math suffered. He won a poetry writing contest at his school when he was 12, and again when he was 14. He finished his primary schooling in the middle of his class overall, but as their best literature student. His mother always wanted him to become a writer or a historian, but Art felt that if he was ever to truly understand his father, and discover what led to his disappearance, he would need the right training. Where would he get the right training? In the Galactic Republic's military. He enlisted when he was 20 years old after spending two years as a laborer in Iziz. Years of spending his off time and free time in Onderon's lush forests, jungles, and valleys gave Art a real appreciation and love for wilderness, and he never really felt at home in the Walled City. The wanderlust would later help him during his military career.
He graduated Basic Combat Training on Onderon as one of the better, more solid recruits of his training unit, and that spring boarded his career into the Republic's Special Forces. After BCT, then-Private Kraven enrolled, and later graduated, from the Army's Ranger Training School, which specializes in preparing Special Forces recon teams for operations in extremely hostile environments, in this case, forests and jungles. During his martial training to become a Ranger, he further specialized in close quarters combat, specifically with knives and clubs, where he was one of three to beat the Drill Sergeant in a full contact bout with stun knives. At the end of Ranger School, Private Kraven finished his High Intensity Survival Training on Dxun as one of only eight from his training platoon. His training, coupled with his nurtured love of the wildness, have made him into a skilled and dependable survival specialist.
Private Kraven was promoted to Specialist Kraven at the age of 22 and deployed initially as a training officer's aide for Ranger Training School, primarily in the close combat class, where he served for a year teaching new Ranger Trainees in the maneuvers and motions of knife and unarmed combat, where he further impressed his superiors. He also served as a Survival Aide on Dxun four times where he helped train three platoons in survival skills and how to stay alive on a jungle moon like Dxun. Following his success in his first deployment as a training aide at Ranger Training School, at the age of 23 he was transferred to the Galactic Republic's activated Special Forces, where he serves as his squad's reconnaissance and survival specialist. At the age of 24, and after six months of active duty service, he was further promoted to Corporal just before his 24th birthday.
RP Sample:
The crunching of leaves was punctuated only by the call of the birds above. The trees billowed slightly as a hot wind blew through Dxun's polar jungle, kicking up dust, dirt, and foliage as it swept passed the two Ranger Trainees. The larger man, Mac, carried his Training Rifle over his back on it's sling as he crawled forward, macrobinoculars in hand. The smaller man, Dillion, looked around nervously, his back against a tree as he crouched down. He gripped his Training Rifle as if it was his only friend in the harsh jungle of Dxun. And, to be sure, it was. Mac lifted the macrobinoculars to has face and scanned the forest ahead for any signs. He locked his vision on something that just seemed out of place here: a helmet dangling from a branch. He turned over and whispered to Dillion.
“Dill, there's a Republic-issue helmet 110 meters ahead. Anyone else in this area?”
Dillion, who had been scanning the forest around them, snapped at the sound of his name.
“U-uh, no, not that I know of. We're supposed to be the only trainees in this section of the training jungle. Think someone left it?”
“Seems like a trap to me” Mac replied as he slid his macrobinoculars into a pouch at his waist. He hefted his Training Rifle as he stood up and began to stalk through the jungle towards the object.
Dillion followed afterward, cautiously scanning all around them. The two of them were better than a fair deal of the trainees that Kraven helped train before. Dillion was a perfect companion for Mac. Combine rampant paranoia with a calculating mind and you get something that could almost be deadly. If not for the fact they were two different people, that is. Kraven watched from the trees above, perched on a large tree branch. His tiger stripe camo blended in almost perfectly with canopy of this section of the training jungle. He gripped his Training Pistol in his right hand, resting it on one knee, while his left clutched a small Stun Training Knife. He would've chuckled to himself if he wasn't so close to them.
Dillion and Mac approached the Republic helmet, always checking for anyone around them, but forgetting to check upwards. Kraven worked his way quietly along a tree branch until he was on top of the tree from which the helmet dangled. He positioned himself on the far side of the tree from the two Ranger Trainees, and dangled a bit of para-cord rope from a pre-placed suspension point. He'd done this trick to four other trainees this week and they all had fallen for it. Kraven began to slide down the rope quietly as Dillion and Mac reached the dangling helmet on the other side of the tree. Mac poked it with the barrel of his Training Rifle.
“...probably just one someone forgot from their last HIST.” He remarked.
“I still smell a trap” Dillion whispered.
Just as Mac turned around to face Dillion, Kraven moved around to the other side of the tree, Training Pistol leading. Dillion was lifting his Training Rifle as Kraven moved forward and mock-cut Mac's throat with his Stun Knife. The larger trainee went limp as the Stun Knife did it's work. Kraven caught the man before he fell and brought him up as a shield. Dillion, not taking time to aim, fired off a burst from his Training Rifle which Kraven easily blocked with his now-limp Human shield. Kraven lined up, and took a shot. His Training Pistol's stun round hit Dillion in the upper chest, who then went limp and began convulsing from the Training Weapon. Kraven set Mac down, and in a second, both were getting to their feet. Alive, but defeated, they'd have to try another HIST. Kraven took off his balaclava.
“ Next time, look up, eh?” He remarked, not meaning it as an insult.
“Yeah, yeah...” Mac commented, somewhat sore about having been a human shield.
Kraven was helping Dillion to his feet when a Training Round hit him in the back. Now it was his turn to convulse as he fell to the ground. He would've swore had his face not been buried in the dirt. Gods above, those Training Rounds were a jolt. He got to his feet trying to stretch his sore muscles.
“...well, nuts.” Kraven remarked.
Forty meters away was another trainee holding a smoking Training Rifle and a Gillie suit.
Password: Kylah
Military Unit:
The 1st Royal Onderon Rangers, 2nd Battalion.
Department: Special Forces
Rank: Corporal
Name: Arthur Calley Kraven
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 5' 8”
Weight: 180 lbs
Birth place: Iziz, Onderon
Appearance: Kraven is a well built man of Onderonian birth, and is characterized by tan skin and dark hair due to Onderon's tropical climate. He has a scruffy beard, though he tries to shave often, it's hard to shave while out in the field. The longer he is deployed, the scruffier it gets. His hair is a typical military cut and is dark brown. He has hazel eyes, and no distinguishing features or scars.
Personality: Kraven has a strong sense of morality and karma. He has a strong distaste of any sort of racism, unlike a lot of Onderonians, and has been reprimanded several times by his company commander for failing to maintain control when faced with such acts. This no doubt has inhibited his advancement through the military. He tends to be quiet most of the time, though he sometimes chimes in with a sarcastic remark, and that is his only real sense of humor. He enjoys orchestral music, reading, writing, and poetry. He does, however, suffer from some confidence issues when faced with commanding other soldiers, and dislikes having authority saddled on his shoulders. He operates best when alone or when subordinate to someone else.
Skills: Survival, Stealth, Close Combat
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: +1
Bio:
Art Kraven, like many others, is the product of a military family. His mother, Mara Calley, served for four years as a paramedic for the Galactic Republic before she allowed her enlistment to expire and settled in Iziz with her then-fiance, Lieutenant Jonathan Kraven, who remained in the Republic Army to pursue his career. They married a year before Arthur Kraven was born, and he would be their only child. While training several recruits for the Army's Force Recon unit on Dxun, Lt. Kraven went missing during a night operation. He has been listed MIA since then, leaving Maria Kraven to raise Art on her own. He was eight years old when his father disappeared, and he has made it somewhat of a personal mission to scour the surface of Dxun and find out what happened to him. However, given the vicious and predatory creatures of Dxun, he realizes that it is likely his father will never be found, dead or alive.
Art's younger years were troubling for him. He was never a very large boy, and was commonly picked on both for being a 'girly girly boy' due to his love of reading and poetry over games, and for having no father in the picture. His mother never remarried or dated again after Jon's disappearance, so days on the playgrounds were typically punctuated with “Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!” or something equally childish. Later on in life, he would take his history with him, and stand for no mistreatment of those less fortunate. It also fostered in him the belief that the world was wrong, that things shouldn't be the way they were, and that he should find a way to make it a better place. His only real friend was a Duros boy named Maukon, who was also the subject of much ridicule for being an alien on a world historically hostile to aliens. Maukon and his family were killed in a tragic home invasion by anti-alien thugs when Art was 10, and he has, in some ways, never really recovered. He had a tendency to keep to himself even more after that, somehow feeling that his friend's death was somehow related to him. He gives all races a fair shake and is polite to almost everyone, now.
Art Kraven was talented in school, but he only really excelled at History and Literature, while his grads in Science and Math suffered. He won a poetry writing contest at his school when he was 12, and again when he was 14. He finished his primary schooling in the middle of his class overall, but as their best literature student. His mother always wanted him to become a writer or a historian, but Art felt that if he was ever to truly understand his father, and discover what led to his disappearance, he would need the right training. Where would he get the right training? In the Galactic Republic's military. He enlisted when he was 20 years old after spending two years as a laborer in Iziz. Years of spending his off time and free time in Onderon's lush forests, jungles, and valleys gave Art a real appreciation and love for wilderness, and he never really felt at home in the Walled City. The wanderlust would later help him during his military career.
He graduated Basic Combat Training on Onderon as one of the better, more solid recruits of his training unit, and that spring boarded his career into the Republic's Special Forces. After BCT, then-Private Kraven enrolled, and later graduated, from the Army's Ranger Training School, which specializes in preparing Special Forces recon teams for operations in extremely hostile environments, in this case, forests and jungles. During his martial training to become a Ranger, he further specialized in close quarters combat, specifically with knives and clubs, where he was one of three to beat the Drill Sergeant in a full contact bout with stun knives. At the end of Ranger School, Private Kraven finished his High Intensity Survival Training on Dxun as one of only eight from his training platoon. His training, coupled with his nurtured love of the wildness, have made him into a skilled and dependable survival specialist.
Private Kraven was promoted to Specialist Kraven at the age of 22 and deployed initially as a training officer's aide for Ranger Training School, primarily in the close combat class, where he served for a year teaching new Ranger Trainees in the maneuvers and motions of knife and unarmed combat, where he further impressed his superiors. He also served as a Survival Aide on Dxun four times where he helped train three platoons in survival skills and how to stay alive on a jungle moon like Dxun. Following his success in his first deployment as a training aide at Ranger Training School, at the age of 23 he was transferred to the Galactic Republic's activated Special Forces, where he serves as his squad's reconnaissance and survival specialist. At the age of 24, and after six months of active duty service, he was further promoted to Corporal just before his 24th birthday.
RP Sample:
The crunching of leaves was punctuated only by the call of the birds above. The trees billowed slightly as a hot wind blew through Dxun's polar jungle, kicking up dust, dirt, and foliage as it swept passed the two Ranger Trainees. The larger man, Mac, carried his Training Rifle over his back on it's sling as he crawled forward, macrobinoculars in hand. The smaller man, Dillion, looked around nervously, his back against a tree as he crouched down. He gripped his Training Rifle as if it was his only friend in the harsh jungle of Dxun. And, to be sure, it was. Mac lifted the macrobinoculars to has face and scanned the forest ahead for any signs. He locked his vision on something that just seemed out of place here: a helmet dangling from a branch. He turned over and whispered to Dillion.
“Dill, there's a Republic-issue helmet 110 meters ahead. Anyone else in this area?”
Dillion, who had been scanning the forest around them, snapped at the sound of his name.
“U-uh, no, not that I know of. We're supposed to be the only trainees in this section of the training jungle. Think someone left it?”
“Seems like a trap to me” Mac replied as he slid his macrobinoculars into a pouch at his waist. He hefted his Training Rifle as he stood up and began to stalk through the jungle towards the object.
Dillion followed afterward, cautiously scanning all around them. The two of them were better than a fair deal of the trainees that Kraven helped train before. Dillion was a perfect companion for Mac. Combine rampant paranoia with a calculating mind and you get something that could almost be deadly. If not for the fact they were two different people, that is. Kraven watched from the trees above, perched on a large tree branch. His tiger stripe camo blended in almost perfectly with canopy of this section of the training jungle. He gripped his Training Pistol in his right hand, resting it on one knee, while his left clutched a small Stun Training Knife. He would've chuckled to himself if he wasn't so close to them.
Dillion and Mac approached the Republic helmet, always checking for anyone around them, but forgetting to check upwards. Kraven worked his way quietly along a tree branch until he was on top of the tree from which the helmet dangled. He positioned himself on the far side of the tree from the two Ranger Trainees, and dangled a bit of para-cord rope from a pre-placed suspension point. He'd done this trick to four other trainees this week and they all had fallen for it. Kraven began to slide down the rope quietly as Dillion and Mac reached the dangling helmet on the other side of the tree. Mac poked it with the barrel of his Training Rifle.
“...probably just one someone forgot from their last HIST.” He remarked.
“I still smell a trap” Dillion whispered.
Just as Mac turned around to face Dillion, Kraven moved around to the other side of the tree, Training Pistol leading. Dillion was lifting his Training Rifle as Kraven moved forward and mock-cut Mac's throat with his Stun Knife. The larger trainee went limp as the Stun Knife did it's work. Kraven caught the man before he fell and brought him up as a shield. Dillion, not taking time to aim, fired off a burst from his Training Rifle which Kraven easily blocked with his now-limp Human shield. Kraven lined up, and took a shot. His Training Pistol's stun round hit Dillion in the upper chest, who then went limp and began convulsing from the Training Weapon. Kraven set Mac down, and in a second, both were getting to their feet. Alive, but defeated, they'd have to try another HIST. Kraven took off his balaclava.
“ Next time, look up, eh?” He remarked, not meaning it as an insult.
“Yeah, yeah...” Mac commented, somewhat sore about having been a human shield.
Kraven was helping Dillion to his feet when a Training Round hit him in the back. Now it was his turn to convulse as he fell to the ground. He would've swore had his face not been buried in the dirt. Gods above, those Training Rounds were a jolt. He got to his feet trying to stretch his sore muscles.
“...well, nuts.” Kraven remarked.
Forty meters away was another trainee holding a smoking Training Rifle and a Gillie suit.
Password: Kylah
Military Unit:
The 1st Royal Onderon Rangers, 2nd Battalion.
