Post by Jace on Dec 20, 2009 2:56:28 GMT -5
Faction:Sith
Department:Army
Rank:Colonel
Name:Hadrian 'The Baron' Rowe
Race:Human
Age:35
Height:6'3
Weight:186 pounds
Appearance:
Hadrian is in fact quite a handsome man, in a rugged sort of way. It is a common misconception that he has been disfigured to some extent or the other and thus the need for his armor. No, he wears his armor for a much more strategic albeit simple reason. Inspiring courage and fear. His armor is a composite of the standard Sith Battle armor but reinforced with durasteel at his chest and legs. He also wears a dark red cloak with his family's insignia on it, symbolizing that he still recognizes his noble birth. Hadrian does not always don his full armor as he usually tends to remove his helmet in non combat situations. He is armed with a modified Sith assault rifle which is not so unusual for soldiers in his position. His sidearm is a completely different story. Combat every so often calls for close quarter fighting. It is at these times Hadrian makes use of 'The Prestige' to inflict some maximum ugly. A custom built .44 magnum which he keeps strapped in a shoulder holster.
Birth place:Muunilinst
Skills:
Pistol aficionado
Attributes:
Physical Strength:7
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 9
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons:4
Ranged Weapons:8
Alignment:+4
Bio:
A Yard of Silk
Hadrian Rowe was born into the wealth that was common among Sith Aristocracy. Though his family was closer to nobility with their long relationship with the Sith Empire. Father a wealthy entrepreneur with deep ties in most of Muunilinst's corporate infrastructure earning him the title of Baron. The Baroness was no more unusual then her husband. The typical wife of a wealthy aristocrat. They were loving parents in their own way. Hadrian never saw much of his father but still never felt neglected.
Though he was doted upon as a child, his parents still expected much from him. Provided with the best education, they expected him to be at the top. His intelligence was above normal but he wasn't a borderline genius like many of his peers. There was a quality that he possessed that few of his peers could claim though. Charisma. Others seemed to flock to him, there was no doubt that he was a natural leader. Indeed, it was something that pleased his parents greatly. A characteristic that would prove to be more than just useful in the future.
It wasn't until Hadrian turned 13 that he experienced his first near death experience. School had ended not moments ago, and Hadrian was making his to his vehicle, when suddenly he was flying backwards through the air. He landed hard on the ground, rolling twice before coming to a rough stop. The boy looked up to see his escort and his own car in flames. Security rushed up to him, picking him up, and shuffling him back inside the school. A hurried minute later, he was huddled in a corner, one guard with him. Sounds of blaster fire following moments later, they had been found. A scream followed, the guard fell to the floor, blaster sliding towards Hadrian. Slowly reaching out and grabbing it, feeling awkward in his small grip. Footsteps, a person was coming closer, he pressed himself against the wall holding the blaster like a club. There was a shadow at the entrance, and then a foot crossed it. Hadrian swung the blaster with all his might into the man's knee, and was rewarded with a resounding crack. The man fell to the ground, crying out in pain as the boy raised the blaster over his head, and brought it crashing down onto the man's skull.
The shouts of others became louder, more enemies were approaching. It was then that Hadrian noticed a group of younger kids huddled in a corner across the hallway. He could see the fear in their eyes, they seemed to be pleading to him. Gripping his blaster tight, Hadrian sprung out from his corner, firing wildly down the corridor as he did. The scream of one man told him that he had hit his mark but his victory was short lived as a sharp burst of pain suddenly hit his leg. The boy collapsed to his knees, barely able to remain conscious from the pain. He could hear the footsteps of his attackers approaching. Hadrian gripped his blaster tight, but couldn't bring himself to raise the gun.
He was scared, but not as scared as a normal child his age should be. Instead he looked up at his attackers with a sort of cold determination. A look which just said "Get it over with". Indeed, Hadrian was quite surprised by this sudden show of boldness. A sudden barrage of sound was followed by the two men hitting the floor, dead. A blurred vision of his saviors was all he saw before his last wisps of consciousness floated away.
Years had passed since the attempt on his life at school. Hadrian was now approaching his 18th birthday and had a decision to make. In his parents mind there was no decision to make, he was going to college, it was that simple. There was no denying that he had done quite well in school. There was something missing though, he didn't have that ambition or flair that was required to be successful in the business world. Plus, he had money, what was he going to do with more of it?
The day was quick approaching where he would have to make his decision. He had still not found an alternate route for his life. Then finally, it seemed that fortune favored him. In retrospect, he had no idea why he didn't think of being a soldier. Maybe it was because everyone around him was so intent on making money. It wasn't that he didn't like his status but rather disgusted with such blatant greed. He really was unfit for such a position, and so he enlisted in the military. The Baron was furious at first but soon realized that there was prestige to be found in the military.
Like all others, Hadrian went through basic and apparently did something right. Unlike many others, he was sent to the Sith Empire's most prestigious officer's school. Hadrian couldn't give himself all the credit though, his family's name helped to smooth the process over. OCS remained him of highschool,except with guns and a lot more training. The competition was undeniably fierce, but he had grown up in a world of competition. Money wasn't what was at stake here, it was pride.
Hadrian's natural affinity to leadership made him one of the top candidates at the academy. He may not have been financially savvy but he was a damn good strategist. There were whispers of fast tracking him to military intelligence. Hadrian did not want to switch one desk for another. Luckily for him, he seemed to have a guardian above. Thus he continued to push forward through OCS until graduating as the #3 of his class.
Though he had graduated as a 2nd lieutenant, it was only a matter of months until he was promoted. While the promotion was nice, he had a more pressing problem. He was a young officer who had no combat experience at all. Thus he had a great deal of trouble molding well with his squad. Hardened veterans, some almost twice his age. His natural talent seemed to have met its match. Hadrian struggled with this problem until a solution finally presented itself, a bloody solution.
Hadrian's company had been stationed at a military base on Sernpidal. It was an uneventful assignment, but then again so was everywhere else. Then things changed one fateful night during Hadrian's 8th month of service. A loud explosion rocked the base and he woke to a vision of fire. The other half of the officer's quarters he was in rubble. There were cries of pain, some ran to help, most ran away. Hadrian calmly got up, grabbed his sidearm and walked out of the ruins.
The night was alight with blaster fire, it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. Hadrian drew his sidearm and headed straight on into the thick of the battle. Slowly soldiers were drawn to him and he began to organize a proper resistance. The company commander had died in the initial bombardment and the chain of command had gone to hell. Other officers soon came to him with their squads and Hadrian turned their resistance into a counter attack. One which he led personally followed by his newly inspired troops. Only an hour later, the attacking force had either scattered or surrendered. More importantly, Hadrian had gained the respect of his squad, and most of the army as a whole.
The now not so green officer was considered a national hero and promoted to the rank of Captain. He was given a bigger command and was thrown into some of the army's most difficult assignments. The army had high hopes for Hadrian, and he wasn't about to disappoint. The next couple of years were mostly quiet for Hadrian and his troops. He focused on training his troops to the razor's edge, so that when combat came, they would be prepared. Too many officers became complacent in times of peace and it would get their soldiers killed. Hadrian could sense it, war was on the horizon. Maybe not tomorrow or even the next year, but it was coming.
Hadrian's promotion to Major came with a rather pleasant surprise. He had received something from his parents, the first true correspondence they had had since he joined the army. Some soldiers got mail, others got food, Hadrian got high quality armor and weapons. The armor was imposing to say the least, and would define him in the years to come. There was also the modified Sith assault rifle. The real surprise was the monster of a pistol that had come with the other things. A custom built .44 Magnum with his family crest engraved on the handle. All in all it was quite the package to receive after all those years. It was nice to finally know that his parents had accepted his choice.
He would have to wait for the chance to don the armor though, he had a special assignment. Hadrian had been approached by some rather shady military personnel to take part in a black ops mission. Oddly enough, he had never given special operations much of a thought. He respected what they did, but he wasn't the type to sneak around and get the quiet kill. This wasn't an offer he could have refused even if he had wanted to, which in this case he didn't. The mission was to infiltrate a Republic base and extract a spy to friendly territory.
The major couldn't help but be in awe of the SpecOps troops partaking in the mission. They were a completely different breed of soldier. Their very presence commanded respect, which they no doubt earned. Though he was the ranking officer, he would be the one learning on this mission. Surprisingly enough, the mission was a quick in and out with no major problems. All in all it proved to be a good learning experience, something which Hadrian considered to be invaluable.
The next years were once again marked with inaction and a promotion to lieutenant colonel. Even Hadrian's patience was being tested by this lack of combat. It wasn't that he craved it, but rather that it was his profession. Just like any soldier, he felt inadequate if he wasn't in combat. He did join to make a difference afterall, and how could one do that by just sitting around.
Luckily for Hadrian, his rigorous training regimen made his unit the prime choice for invading Dantooine. That was exactly what the Sith Empire would be doing. While honestly Hadrian had expected this to eventually happen, he hadn't thought it would be so soon, and not Dantooine. There was an Enclave on Dantooine, it was no secret that the Empire held no love for the Jedi. Well it wasn't his job to know why, but get the job done.
The Republic was taken off guard with the sudden attack, and Dantooine fell. Hadrian and his unit were commended for their actions which in turn landed Hadrian the rank of colonel. Even at his relatively young age, he was already a legend in the army. Oddly enough, the Republic didn't declare war which Hadrian was sure they would. He knew this would not be the last battle, not by a long shot.
He was right, the Empire decided to strike again, this time on the highly significant planets of Mon Calamari and Mygeeto. Hadrian was dispatched to Mon Calamari which disappointed him slightly. Rumors were that the majority of the battle would be dealt with by the navy. Afterall most of Mon Cal's surface was water, what was there to do? The unit was mostly used for any cleanup and securing priority locations on the ground.
There was no way the Republic could ignore this, and they didn't. War had been declared. It was only a matter of time, and now Hadrian was ready to take the fight to the Republic.
RP Sample:
"First squad hook left, 2nd hook right, the rest of you with me!"ordered Hadrian
Blaster fire illuminated what should have been a quiet night. Half the officers had been killed in the original bombing. He was one of the few that managed to make it out alive. Hadrian still had only a vague idea of his enemies identities. They were too well equipped to be a normal group of dissidents. Possibly a radical Republic military company. Either way, he needed to deal with them, and quickly.
He checked his rifle one last time, and then signaled the attack. Hadrian burst forth from his cover, firing at the enemies ahead. Men fell dead around him, but he couldn't deny there was a certain beauty to all this. It was chaos, but an organized chaos. Not something that man could do, but only the very nature of war could. Indeed for his first combat experience, this wasn't exactly what he was expecting.
His train of thought was disrupted as he ducked under the knife of an enemy soldier. He sent the butt of his rifle into the man's chest and finished him off with an elbow to the top of the skull. Hadrian raised his rifle and fired just in time to take down another soldier. He looked up to see a faint red glow, arc up into the air and fall two feet in front of him. He dived backwards but the explosion sent him harshly to the ground.
Eyes opened to a blur, blinking until his vision began to clear. His hands searched for his weapon as he slowly got to his feet. He staggered for two steps before falling to his knees again. A fall which saved him from what would have been a kill shot. Hadrian managed to draw his pistol, and squeeze off a trio of shots. Suddenly he found himself surrounded by friendly troops. The enemy's attack seem to have come to a standstill.
"Sir, the enemy is retreating. Orders?"
He looked to his side to see one of his squad's staff sergeants next to him. It was different. Instead of looking at him with the usual sort of minor contempt, he saw something else. If he had to guess, it looked a whole lot like respect.
"Regroup at base. Tell First and Second squad to stay out there in case they try to counter attack."
The soldier nodded, and began shouting the order to regroup. Hadrian needed to get back to the base, there were other things that would need taking care of. As medics began to make their rounds to the injured, Hadrian couldn't help but smile. They had no doubt lost some good soldiers today, but he had also gained what he had some desperately trying to achieve.
Password: Kylah
Department:Army
Rank:Colonel
Name:Hadrian 'The Baron' Rowe
Race:Human
Age:35
Height:6'3
Weight:186 pounds
Appearance:
Hadrian is in fact quite a handsome man, in a rugged sort of way. It is a common misconception that he has been disfigured to some extent or the other and thus the need for his armor. No, he wears his armor for a much more strategic albeit simple reason. Inspiring courage and fear. His armor is a composite of the standard Sith Battle armor but reinforced with durasteel at his chest and legs. He also wears a dark red cloak with his family's insignia on it, symbolizing that he still recognizes his noble birth. Hadrian does not always don his full armor as he usually tends to remove his helmet in non combat situations. He is armed with a modified Sith assault rifle which is not so unusual for soldiers in his position. His sidearm is a completely different story. Combat every so often calls for close quarter fighting. It is at these times Hadrian makes use of 'The Prestige' to inflict some maximum ugly. A custom built .44 magnum which he keeps strapped in a shoulder holster.
Birth place:Muunilinst
Skills:
Pistol aficionado
Attributes:
Physical Strength:7
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 9
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons:4
Ranged Weapons:8
Alignment:+4
Bio:
A Yard of Silk
Hadrian Rowe was born into the wealth that was common among Sith Aristocracy. Though his family was closer to nobility with their long relationship with the Sith Empire. Father a wealthy entrepreneur with deep ties in most of Muunilinst's corporate infrastructure earning him the title of Baron. The Baroness was no more unusual then her husband. The typical wife of a wealthy aristocrat. They were loving parents in their own way. Hadrian never saw much of his father but still never felt neglected.
Though he was doted upon as a child, his parents still expected much from him. Provided with the best education, they expected him to be at the top. His intelligence was above normal but he wasn't a borderline genius like many of his peers. There was a quality that he possessed that few of his peers could claim though. Charisma. Others seemed to flock to him, there was no doubt that he was a natural leader. Indeed, it was something that pleased his parents greatly. A characteristic that would prove to be more than just useful in the future.
It wasn't until Hadrian turned 13 that he experienced his first near death experience. School had ended not moments ago, and Hadrian was making his to his vehicle, when suddenly he was flying backwards through the air. He landed hard on the ground, rolling twice before coming to a rough stop. The boy looked up to see his escort and his own car in flames. Security rushed up to him, picking him up, and shuffling him back inside the school. A hurried minute later, he was huddled in a corner, one guard with him. Sounds of blaster fire following moments later, they had been found. A scream followed, the guard fell to the floor, blaster sliding towards Hadrian. Slowly reaching out and grabbing it, feeling awkward in his small grip. Footsteps, a person was coming closer, he pressed himself against the wall holding the blaster like a club. There was a shadow at the entrance, and then a foot crossed it. Hadrian swung the blaster with all his might into the man's knee, and was rewarded with a resounding crack. The man fell to the ground, crying out in pain as the boy raised the blaster over his head, and brought it crashing down onto the man's skull.
The shouts of others became louder, more enemies were approaching. It was then that Hadrian noticed a group of younger kids huddled in a corner across the hallway. He could see the fear in their eyes, they seemed to be pleading to him. Gripping his blaster tight, Hadrian sprung out from his corner, firing wildly down the corridor as he did. The scream of one man told him that he had hit his mark but his victory was short lived as a sharp burst of pain suddenly hit his leg. The boy collapsed to his knees, barely able to remain conscious from the pain. He could hear the footsteps of his attackers approaching. Hadrian gripped his blaster tight, but couldn't bring himself to raise the gun.
He was scared, but not as scared as a normal child his age should be. Instead he looked up at his attackers with a sort of cold determination. A look which just said "Get it over with". Indeed, Hadrian was quite surprised by this sudden show of boldness. A sudden barrage of sound was followed by the two men hitting the floor, dead. A blurred vision of his saviors was all he saw before his last wisps of consciousness floated away.
A Hero Revealed
Years had passed since the attempt on his life at school. Hadrian was now approaching his 18th birthday and had a decision to make. In his parents mind there was no decision to make, he was going to college, it was that simple. There was no denying that he had done quite well in school. There was something missing though, he didn't have that ambition or flair that was required to be successful in the business world. Plus, he had money, what was he going to do with more of it?
The day was quick approaching where he would have to make his decision. He had still not found an alternate route for his life. Then finally, it seemed that fortune favored him. In retrospect, he had no idea why he didn't think of being a soldier. Maybe it was because everyone around him was so intent on making money. It wasn't that he didn't like his status but rather disgusted with such blatant greed. He really was unfit for such a position, and so he enlisted in the military. The Baron was furious at first but soon realized that there was prestige to be found in the military.
Like all others, Hadrian went through basic and apparently did something right. Unlike many others, he was sent to the Sith Empire's most prestigious officer's school. Hadrian couldn't give himself all the credit though, his family's name helped to smooth the process over. OCS remained him of highschool,except with guns and a lot more training. The competition was undeniably fierce, but he had grown up in a world of competition. Money wasn't what was at stake here, it was pride.
Hadrian's natural affinity to leadership made him one of the top candidates at the academy. He may not have been financially savvy but he was a damn good strategist. There were whispers of fast tracking him to military intelligence. Hadrian did not want to switch one desk for another. Luckily for him, he seemed to have a guardian above. Thus he continued to push forward through OCS until graduating as the #3 of his class.
Though he had graduated as a 2nd lieutenant, it was only a matter of months until he was promoted. While the promotion was nice, he had a more pressing problem. He was a young officer who had no combat experience at all. Thus he had a great deal of trouble molding well with his squad. Hardened veterans, some almost twice his age. His natural talent seemed to have met its match. Hadrian struggled with this problem until a solution finally presented itself, a bloody solution.
Hadrian's company had been stationed at a military base on Sernpidal. It was an uneventful assignment, but then again so was everywhere else. Then things changed one fateful night during Hadrian's 8th month of service. A loud explosion rocked the base and he woke to a vision of fire. The other half of the officer's quarters he was in rubble. There were cries of pain, some ran to help, most ran away. Hadrian calmly got up, grabbed his sidearm and walked out of the ruins.
The night was alight with blaster fire, it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. Hadrian drew his sidearm and headed straight on into the thick of the battle. Slowly soldiers were drawn to him and he began to organize a proper resistance. The company commander had died in the initial bombardment and the chain of command had gone to hell. Other officers soon came to him with their squads and Hadrian turned their resistance into a counter attack. One which he led personally followed by his newly inspired troops. Only an hour later, the attacking force had either scattered or surrendered. More importantly, Hadrian had gained the respect of his squad, and most of the army as a whole.
Hero to Legend
The now not so green officer was considered a national hero and promoted to the rank of Captain. He was given a bigger command and was thrown into some of the army's most difficult assignments. The army had high hopes for Hadrian, and he wasn't about to disappoint. The next couple of years were mostly quiet for Hadrian and his troops. He focused on training his troops to the razor's edge, so that when combat came, they would be prepared. Too many officers became complacent in times of peace and it would get their soldiers killed. Hadrian could sense it, war was on the horizon. Maybe not tomorrow or even the next year, but it was coming.
Hadrian's promotion to Major came with a rather pleasant surprise. He had received something from his parents, the first true correspondence they had had since he joined the army. Some soldiers got mail, others got food, Hadrian got high quality armor and weapons. The armor was imposing to say the least, and would define him in the years to come. There was also the modified Sith assault rifle. The real surprise was the monster of a pistol that had come with the other things. A custom built .44 Magnum with his family crest engraved on the handle. All in all it was quite the package to receive after all those years. It was nice to finally know that his parents had accepted his choice.
He would have to wait for the chance to don the armor though, he had a special assignment. Hadrian had been approached by some rather shady military personnel to take part in a black ops mission. Oddly enough, he had never given special operations much of a thought. He respected what they did, but he wasn't the type to sneak around and get the quiet kill. This wasn't an offer he could have refused even if he had wanted to, which in this case he didn't. The mission was to infiltrate a Republic base and extract a spy to friendly territory.
The major couldn't help but be in awe of the SpecOps troops partaking in the mission. They were a completely different breed of soldier. Their very presence commanded respect, which they no doubt earned. Though he was the ranking officer, he would be the one learning on this mission. Surprisingly enough, the mission was a quick in and out with no major problems. All in all it proved to be a good learning experience, something which Hadrian considered to be invaluable.
The Plains of Dantooine to the Sea of Mon Calamari
The next years were once again marked with inaction and a promotion to lieutenant colonel. Even Hadrian's patience was being tested by this lack of combat. It wasn't that he craved it, but rather that it was his profession. Just like any soldier, he felt inadequate if he wasn't in combat. He did join to make a difference afterall, and how could one do that by just sitting around.
Luckily for Hadrian, his rigorous training regimen made his unit the prime choice for invading Dantooine. That was exactly what the Sith Empire would be doing. While honestly Hadrian had expected this to eventually happen, he hadn't thought it would be so soon, and not Dantooine. There was an Enclave on Dantooine, it was no secret that the Empire held no love for the Jedi. Well it wasn't his job to know why, but get the job done.
The Republic was taken off guard with the sudden attack, and Dantooine fell. Hadrian and his unit were commended for their actions which in turn landed Hadrian the rank of colonel. Even at his relatively young age, he was already a legend in the army. Oddly enough, the Republic didn't declare war which Hadrian was sure they would. He knew this would not be the last battle, not by a long shot.
He was right, the Empire decided to strike again, this time on the highly significant planets of Mon Calamari and Mygeeto. Hadrian was dispatched to Mon Calamari which disappointed him slightly. Rumors were that the majority of the battle would be dealt with by the navy. Afterall most of Mon Cal's surface was water, what was there to do? The unit was mostly used for any cleanup and securing priority locations on the ground.
There was no way the Republic could ignore this, and they didn't. War had been declared. It was only a matter of time, and now Hadrian was ready to take the fight to the Republic.
RP Sample:
"First squad hook left, 2nd hook right, the rest of you with me!"ordered Hadrian
Blaster fire illuminated what should have been a quiet night. Half the officers had been killed in the original bombing. He was one of the few that managed to make it out alive. Hadrian still had only a vague idea of his enemies identities. They were too well equipped to be a normal group of dissidents. Possibly a radical Republic military company. Either way, he needed to deal with them, and quickly.
He checked his rifle one last time, and then signaled the attack. Hadrian burst forth from his cover, firing at the enemies ahead. Men fell dead around him, but he couldn't deny there was a certain beauty to all this. It was chaos, but an organized chaos. Not something that man could do, but only the very nature of war could. Indeed for his first combat experience, this wasn't exactly what he was expecting.
His train of thought was disrupted as he ducked under the knife of an enemy soldier. He sent the butt of his rifle into the man's chest and finished him off with an elbow to the top of the skull. Hadrian raised his rifle and fired just in time to take down another soldier. He looked up to see a faint red glow, arc up into the air and fall two feet in front of him. He dived backwards but the explosion sent him harshly to the ground.
Eyes opened to a blur, blinking until his vision began to clear. His hands searched for his weapon as he slowly got to his feet. He staggered for two steps before falling to his knees again. A fall which saved him from what would have been a kill shot. Hadrian managed to draw his pistol, and squeeze off a trio of shots. Suddenly he found himself surrounded by friendly troops. The enemy's attack seem to have come to a standstill.
"Sir, the enemy is retreating. Orders?"
He looked to his side to see one of his squad's staff sergeants next to him. It was different. Instead of looking at him with the usual sort of minor contempt, he saw something else. If he had to guess, it looked a whole lot like respect.
"Regroup at base. Tell First and Second squad to stay out there in case they try to counter attack."
The soldier nodded, and began shouting the order to regroup. Hadrian needed to get back to the base, there were other things that would need taking care of. As medics began to make their rounds to the injured, Hadrian couldn't help but smile. They had no doubt lost some good soldiers today, but he had also gained what he had some desperately trying to achieve.
Password: Kylah
