Post by singe on Jun 14, 2008 7:03:14 GMT -5
Name: Singe Ictharin
Species: Human
Age: 26
Height: 6'3
Weight: 195 lbs
Birth place: Coruscant
Appearance: Dark blue eyes with short brown hair. Medium build but built for his size. Has a finely trimmed goatee. Always caries a crisp military appearance. Wears a casual smile more often than not. Since he currently lives on his ship, wearing his standard color uniform.
Biography:
Born in the lower sections of Coruscant, his father worked as a bouncer for local catinas. His mother a house wife did all she could to to ensure Singe would grow up to be a fine young lad.
Singe's mother died of disease when he was at the age of 12. It was a traumatic experience for Singe, he started taking less interest in his studies and even less interest for the betterment of his family's life.
His dad became a frequent attender to the cantinas he worked for, lost his job, his status, and ended up accidentally falling off one of the higher tiers of the giant city in a drunken haze. He was a nobody, therefore his funeral consisted of Singe and 2 family friends.
Singe was adopted by a better off family who happened to serve in the military in their youth. They taught him proper etiquette and ethics. Eventually when he became the right age he joined in the Republic military. Proving himself repeatedly (and his adoptive family throwing a little money around) caused him to gain ranks relatively with ease.
He became a captain of a of ship in the Republic Armada, in a small contingent stationed around the city-planet. Unless the Sith were sick in the mind enough(or more so than usual) to attack the planet itself, then he would see no more action.
His pastime is sitting in his command chair plotting the eventual take rise of his greatness becoming an admiral of a part of the fleet and cleansing the galaxy of corruption and filth.
He's bored out of his mind, asking for a transfer.
Faction: Republic Military
Department: Navy
Physical Strength
-------------------------- = 7
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Intelligence
-------------------------- = 9
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Speed
-------------------------- = 8
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Unarmed
-------------------------- = 6
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Melee Weapons
-------------------------- = 8
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Ranged Weapons
-------------------------- = 4
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Leadership
-------------------------- = 5
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Alignment
Evil <-----> Good
-------------------------
5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5
RP Sample:
Singe awoke in the morning due to the computerized clock set to that time, as he could never really tell when morning started or ended. With a sigh he picked up his uniform and put it on, nice and crisp.
He walked the hallways for awhile till he reached the bridge of his ship the Bahamut receiving salutes from his personnel and giving them back.
He walked up to the command console and put in his login and key code. After scanning all of his new messages, none of which were important, he sighed again and stared out the bridge into the emptiness of space.
Species: Human
Age: 26
Height: 6'3
Weight: 195 lbs
Birth place: Coruscant
Appearance: Dark blue eyes with short brown hair. Medium build but built for his size. Has a finely trimmed goatee. Always caries a crisp military appearance. Wears a casual smile more often than not. Since he currently lives on his ship, wearing his standard color uniform.
Biography:
Born in the lower sections of Coruscant, his father worked as a bouncer for local catinas. His mother a house wife did all she could to to ensure Singe would grow up to be a fine young lad.
Singe's mother died of disease when he was at the age of 12. It was a traumatic experience for Singe, he started taking less interest in his studies and even less interest for the betterment of his family's life.
His dad became a frequent attender to the cantinas he worked for, lost his job, his status, and ended up accidentally falling off one of the higher tiers of the giant city in a drunken haze. He was a nobody, therefore his funeral consisted of Singe and 2 family friends.
Singe was adopted by a better off family who happened to serve in the military in their youth. They taught him proper etiquette and ethics. Eventually when he became the right age he joined in the Republic military. Proving himself repeatedly (and his adoptive family throwing a little money around) caused him to gain ranks relatively with ease.
He became a captain of a of ship in the Republic Armada, in a small contingent stationed around the city-planet. Unless the Sith were sick in the mind enough(or more so than usual) to attack the planet itself, then he would see no more action.
His pastime is sitting in his command chair plotting the eventual take rise of his greatness becoming an admiral of a part of the fleet and cleansing the galaxy of corruption and filth.
He's bored out of his mind, asking for a transfer.
Faction: Republic Military
Department: Navy
Physical Strength
-------------------------- = 7
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Intelligence
-------------------------- = 9
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Speed
-------------------------- = 8
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Unarmed
-------------------------- = 6
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Melee Weapons
-------------------------- = 8
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Ranged Weapons
-------------------------- = 4
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Leadership
-------------------------- = 5
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Alignment
Evil <-----> Good
-------------------------
5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5
RP Sample:
Singe awoke in the morning due to the computerized clock set to that time, as he could never really tell when morning started or ended. With a sigh he picked up his uniform and put it on, nice and crisp.
He walked the hallways for awhile till he reached the bridge of his ship the Bahamut receiving salutes from his personnel and giving them back.
He walked up to the command console and put in his login and key code. After scanning all of his new messages, none of which were important, he sighed again and stared out the bridge into the emptiness of space.
