Post by Grawn on Jun 5, 2009 15:47:23 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorian
Department: Army
Rank: Private
Name: Brandus Kaarmine
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 6' 2
Weight: 200
Appearance: With brown eyes that shine with cautious nature, Brandus is well built with a body of muscle from being fresh from training. His hair is a blond buzz cut.
Birth place: Concord Dawn
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: +5
Bio: Much like any other story, this one starts with the birthplace. Brandus' birthplace was the planet of Concord Dawn, a Mandalorian planet controlled by the Republic. His father Jarald was a retired Sergeant who had fought in many battles and in the end, lost his arm to a mortar shell. His mother had died a few weeks after Brandus' birth, the details were foggy and the doctors never could explain why she had passed. Regardless of this, Jarald raised the boy as any Mandalorian warrior would and at the tender age of 11, the grizzled warrior began to train his son in the ways of combat.
The young Mandalorian underwent fierce physical training, lifting weights and sparring with his father on a daily basis. All during this learning to speak Mando'a along with Basic, the common spoke language of their enemies, the Republic. Jarald spoke much of the Republic and how they dishonored the Mandalorian people, taking away planets they had rightfully conquered and forcing them back to Mandalore. Until the age of 13, Brandus wouldn't see a hint of actual warfare until a riot broke out on Concord Dawn in which his father was the leader of. A blaster pistol in hand and a dozen disgruntled Mandalorian's at his follow, Jarald lead a ill fated raid on one of the Republic outposts.
It ended with many dead and Jarald beaten by the vengeful Republic troops. His fathers in chains and soon to be sent to a prison off world, the last time Brandus would see his father was the fierce look of a warrior on his bloodied face and his shouts of "Never forget who you are!" And Brandus never would. Having no family to call his own now, Brandus' continued his physical training as usual. Rage of hate against the Republic in his small frame of a body, this fueled the young Mandalorian to the age of 15 when he was alerted of a military recruitment on Mandalore, the home world of all Mandalorians. Seeing no reason not to go, this being the only chance he could face the Republic scum on the battlefield, Brandus' was able to secure relatively safe passage as a stowaway on a cargo ship to the world.
Once there, he was met by recruiters for the Mandalorian military. It was from that point that Brandus would begin actual military training. He trained under various drill sergeants who instructed him in weapons training and close quarter combats. Much like his training with his father, only tougher, Brandus showed promise but was often to hesitant and was overpowered sometimes by more experienced troops. This concerned his trainers but decided that only with experience could he overcome this obstacle. In the field of weapon management, he was able to clean, dismantle and put various weaponry back together.
He could fire the common blaster pistol, rifle with relative ease and accuracy, but often found he jammed any automatic weaponry when trying to reload them quickly, thus he trained himself in semi-automatic weapons more then full. His physical training was a little above most raw recruits and he had his fathers assistance to thank for that. By the age of 20 his training was considered complete and he given the rank of Private but wasn't given a squad quite yet. His trainers thought it would unwise to send him into full fledged combat just yet. While they stated that he was at peek physical condition, there were some areas that required improvement. Now at the age of 22, Brandus' continues to train and improve himself, awaiting the day he can prove he isn't just recruit destined for a bullet between his eyes. He was a Mandalorian, warrior born and raised and he intended to prove his honor.
RP Sample: Brandus looked at the permacrete ground as his muscled arms lifted his body up. Push ups were a way for him to relieve stress and to hone his body, he did them often to keep himself at his peak. Sweat dripped from his face and hit the floor as he hit his usual number of one hundred and then got up. His brown eyes looked about the empty bunkhouse, no one around since it was time for lunch at the mess hall but Brandus didn't feel like eating. He had talked to his trainers the other day, the instructors advised him to continue with his weapons training like they had every other time he had asked about a squad placement.
Sighing slightly he walked across the room to the refresher and splashed water into his face to wash off the sweat he had gathered. Looking into the mirror he looked on his visage, reminded himself he needed to shave sometime soon for a beard was starting to come through. The brown eyes that store back at him through the mirror reminded him alot of his father's fierce look he had worn when he lead that raid on Concord Dawn all those years ago. He often wondered what became of Jarald but pushed it from his mind as he took his hand and wiped what water still dripped.
"Private Kaarmine, the Sergeant wants you!" a voice came through the doorway of the bunkhouse "your to be in full gear he said". Brandus turned to see his old friend since he come to the camp, Seedro Valvic.
"Uh oh, what did i do this time" chuckled Brandus and nodded to Valvic, "Thanks, I'll be right over"
"Good luck!" was all Seedro said before he bolted away, apparently off to some training he was late to.
Turning away from the refresher, Brandus walked to his bunk where his armor laid out. The T-visor of the helmet reflected off the light of the room and the rest of the gear gleamed thanks to the polish Brandus had applied to it before he started his daily routine. He began to attach the armor to himself and after a few minutes he was doned fully in Mandalorian battle gear. He wore the dull gray armor to represent his people and to represent the loss of a loved one, his father in this case. While most Mandalorians will wear any color depending on their tastes, he preferred to have a little meaning to his.
Walking towards the exit of the bunkhouse, helmet under arm, he saw himself in the refresher mirror and nodded. "For Mandalore", he muttered and rushed out of the bunkhouse to meet the Sergeant.
Department: Army
Rank: Private
Name: Brandus Kaarmine
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 6' 2
Weight: 200
Appearance: With brown eyes that shine with cautious nature, Brandus is well built with a body of muscle from being fresh from training. His hair is a blond buzz cut.
Birth place: Concord Dawn
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: +5
Bio: Much like any other story, this one starts with the birthplace. Brandus' birthplace was the planet of Concord Dawn, a Mandalorian planet controlled by the Republic. His father Jarald was a retired Sergeant who had fought in many battles and in the end, lost his arm to a mortar shell. His mother had died a few weeks after Brandus' birth, the details were foggy and the doctors never could explain why she had passed. Regardless of this, Jarald raised the boy as any Mandalorian warrior would and at the tender age of 11, the grizzled warrior began to train his son in the ways of combat.
The young Mandalorian underwent fierce physical training, lifting weights and sparring with his father on a daily basis. All during this learning to speak Mando'a along with Basic, the common spoke language of their enemies, the Republic. Jarald spoke much of the Republic and how they dishonored the Mandalorian people, taking away planets they had rightfully conquered and forcing them back to Mandalore. Until the age of 13, Brandus wouldn't see a hint of actual warfare until a riot broke out on Concord Dawn in which his father was the leader of. A blaster pistol in hand and a dozen disgruntled Mandalorian's at his follow, Jarald lead a ill fated raid on one of the Republic outposts.
It ended with many dead and Jarald beaten by the vengeful Republic troops. His fathers in chains and soon to be sent to a prison off world, the last time Brandus would see his father was the fierce look of a warrior on his bloodied face and his shouts of "Never forget who you are!" And Brandus never would. Having no family to call his own now, Brandus' continued his physical training as usual. Rage of hate against the Republic in his small frame of a body, this fueled the young Mandalorian to the age of 15 when he was alerted of a military recruitment on Mandalore, the home world of all Mandalorians. Seeing no reason not to go, this being the only chance he could face the Republic scum on the battlefield, Brandus' was able to secure relatively safe passage as a stowaway on a cargo ship to the world.
Once there, he was met by recruiters for the Mandalorian military. It was from that point that Brandus would begin actual military training. He trained under various drill sergeants who instructed him in weapons training and close quarter combats. Much like his training with his father, only tougher, Brandus showed promise but was often to hesitant and was overpowered sometimes by more experienced troops. This concerned his trainers but decided that only with experience could he overcome this obstacle. In the field of weapon management, he was able to clean, dismantle and put various weaponry back together.
He could fire the common blaster pistol, rifle with relative ease and accuracy, but often found he jammed any automatic weaponry when trying to reload them quickly, thus he trained himself in semi-automatic weapons more then full. His physical training was a little above most raw recruits and he had his fathers assistance to thank for that. By the age of 20 his training was considered complete and he given the rank of Private but wasn't given a squad quite yet. His trainers thought it would unwise to send him into full fledged combat just yet. While they stated that he was at peek physical condition, there were some areas that required improvement. Now at the age of 22, Brandus' continues to train and improve himself, awaiting the day he can prove he isn't just recruit destined for a bullet between his eyes. He was a Mandalorian, warrior born and raised and he intended to prove his honor.
RP Sample: Brandus looked at the permacrete ground as his muscled arms lifted his body up. Push ups were a way for him to relieve stress and to hone his body, he did them often to keep himself at his peak. Sweat dripped from his face and hit the floor as he hit his usual number of one hundred and then got up. His brown eyes looked about the empty bunkhouse, no one around since it was time for lunch at the mess hall but Brandus didn't feel like eating. He had talked to his trainers the other day, the instructors advised him to continue with his weapons training like they had every other time he had asked about a squad placement.
Sighing slightly he walked across the room to the refresher and splashed water into his face to wash off the sweat he had gathered. Looking into the mirror he looked on his visage, reminded himself he needed to shave sometime soon for a beard was starting to come through. The brown eyes that store back at him through the mirror reminded him alot of his father's fierce look he had worn when he lead that raid on Concord Dawn all those years ago. He often wondered what became of Jarald but pushed it from his mind as he took his hand and wiped what water still dripped.
"Private Kaarmine, the Sergeant wants you!" a voice came through the doorway of the bunkhouse "your to be in full gear he said". Brandus turned to see his old friend since he come to the camp, Seedro Valvic.
"Uh oh, what did i do this time" chuckled Brandus and nodded to Valvic, "Thanks, I'll be right over"
"Good luck!" was all Seedro said before he bolted away, apparently off to some training he was late to.
Turning away from the refresher, Brandus walked to his bunk where his armor laid out. The T-visor of the helmet reflected off the light of the room and the rest of the gear gleamed thanks to the polish Brandus had applied to it before he started his daily routine. He began to attach the armor to himself and after a few minutes he was doned fully in Mandalorian battle gear. He wore the dull gray armor to represent his people and to represent the loss of a loved one, his father in this case. While most Mandalorians will wear any color depending on their tastes, he preferred to have a little meaning to his.
Walking towards the exit of the bunkhouse, helmet under arm, he saw himself in the refresher mirror and nodded. "For Mandalore", he muttered and rushed out of the bunkhouse to meet the Sergeant.
