Post by Wayra on Aug 17, 2010 23:37:58 GMT -5
Faction: Galactic Republic
Department: Special Ops
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Name: Erikis Alim
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 5 ft. 11 in.
Weight: 150 lbs.
Birth place: Delaya
Appearance:
Erikis can be described as 'slim,' at best, although he did look rather scrawny. The conditioning his military training had put upon his body was apparent, however. His muscles were toned, and there seemed to be no fat anywhere on his body. His only scar was located across the top of his right forearm, which consisted of a slash mark. He practiced regular hygiene, including keeping very well shaven. His light brown hair was very short, and laid straight, with no sight of curl or bangs. He had dark, clear blue eyes, which always seemed focused.
Personality:
The one thing someone may have noticed about Erikis is he never spoke much. He only spoke when he needed to, or when he -felt- he needed to. He also seemed to be very stand offish, although that wasn't intentional. He simply was never very good at any sort of socializing besides reporting to a superior. However, he still joined the Republic to try and do some good in the galaxy, and had strongly held morals and beliefs. Erikis was dedicated, and rarely took breaks; because of this, he was always focused on the mission, and when he was doing his job, he put it before anything else. He did have a little known sense of humor, and did have sarcastic thoughts at times, although rarely sharing them.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 8 ( Stipulation: 8 with sniper rifles only, 5 with everything else.)
Alignment: +4
Bio:
Erikis was born and lived on the world Delaya. His mother died during birth, and the only thing he knew of her was her name, Mila. His father, Garrus, was a good man, and worked in the factories on Delaya to keep a home for him and his son. It wasn't much, however, and there were very few luxuries. The best they had was a busted holo-chess table, which usually shorted out in between a match. Not that Erikis was playing as an infant, more Garrus against himself.
Very little occured in Erikis' life until the age of six, when he was allowed to go out into the world, and play with the other workers' children. Unfortunately, there was very little entertainment, so many kids made their own. Some played games taught by their parents. Most had their fun with messing up said games. Erikis' was never really one of either, although when he asked his father if it was alright to hit another child, he was taught it was wrong to use violence for no reason. From then on he tried to stop the bullies when they played their games, although he was rarely effective. He was scrawnier when he was a kid than an adult. The bruises he gains were thankfully minimal, and his father always cheered him up, "You did the right thing."
Eventually he began to play his father in chess, and by age nine, it was beginning to be evenly matched. When his father wasn't home, and he was too sore from the other kids, he stayed inside and read. This cycle continued for quite some time in his young life. Get beat up defending other kids, read, chess, beat up, read, chess.
Just a few months before his fourteenth birthday, Erikis had to start playing chess with himself. When his father did come home they had perhaps a few minutes to speak over their dinner, before him shambling off to bed. The work at the factory had become harder for Garrus over the years, and the workload had increased. Whenever Erikis was out and about now, however, he had learned to defend himself just a bit better. He block a few more punches, and kicks, and even dish out a few of his own, before he was taken down. A week after his fourteenth birthday he'd actually managed to win a fight against one of the local punks. While he felt a bit proud about it, he didn't realize that the bullies' humiliation would only make him more violent. Soon after the kid had managed to find a shaped rock, and sharpened it just enough to cut. He surprised Erikis, and cut a gash down his right arm, and fled thereafter, leaving a stunned and grimacing Erikis. When Erikis made it back home, he managed to cover the wound and subdue it with an old piece of clothing. It was one of the only times his father stayed up more than a few minutes, to make sure his son was alright. For a week or so after he was bedridden while healing.
At the age of fifteen, Erikis was allowed to come and work in the factories, and the extra money would help pay for the new medical bills. His father had become ill, and while he could still work, he had to, he needed medication; and it wasn't cheap. Both father and son broke their back in the factory to pay for the medicine. They had both been coming home dead tired for months since then, and things didn't get better.
If the medicine did anything, it postponed the inevitable. Garrus ended up bedridden because of his ailment. He rarely got out of the bed for much, and was too sick to eat most of the time. Just three weeks before Erikis' seventeenth birthday, Erikis sat by his father's bedside one night, and was alarmed when Garrus simply stopped breathing. Erikis simply sighed and shed his tears quietly. He knew it was an eventuality that his father would die, and he knew it would be tonight. Just before his father had fallen to sleep, he could see it in his father's eyes. Something strange, a calm acceptance, almost peaceful. Erikis knew his father was ready to die, and it would happen tonight. He sat there in silence until the sun rose on Delaya, at which point he gathered up all their credits and headed to the nearest starport.
After spending four years on Coruscant, moving from job to job Erikis Alim was now 21, and had been jobless for a week. He spent his time in his small, dirty, and most importantly cheap apartment, wondering where he might find a job next. The day after he'd been looking for a job when he saw a holonet news vid. It detailed an annexation of an outer rim planet by something called 'The Sith.' Erikis kept thinking about the vid when he walked down an alley later that day. He was so lost in his own thoughts he tripped over himself. When he got up he saw the thing that changed his life, a Republic Army recruitment poster. Suddenly flashbacks of when he were younger filled his mind, standing up for the weaker kids, fighting the childhood bullies. He realized he could fight again, and that's what he would do. Without much thought he went to the nearest recruitment area, and signed himself up.
Erikis entered basic training a week later. Although, training generally continued for quite some time, as the Republic and the Sith were not officially at war. He was always seen either running routine training exercises, or reading. In fact, he tried to push himself during exercises, either adding more work or making it longer himself. This dedication was due to the fact he knew eventually there would be war, and when it happened, he wanted to be more than prepared. His extra work had not gone unnoticed by superiors, and he was approached with an offer to join special operations training. Erikis took it, thinking he'd do more good in spec ops then fighting on the front lines.
Special Operations training was much more intense than basic. It wasn't simply focused on strength, but endurance, and in some courses, silence. After two weeks Erikis came into his own, and was chosen for Sniping and Reconnaissance Program, and received specialized training in both of those courses. His training was repeated daily, and it continued like this, with very little break in between. There were times when Erikis was allowed to leave, however he chose to stay and continue with his training and studies of tactical manuals and historical books on past wars. Another part of his training was marksmanship and accuracy. While he had basic training in most weaponry, he spent most of his time with his sniper rifle, and was able to outshoot anyone but the veteran instructors with it. Besides training and study, there was the occasional simulation battle or assignment to let the higher ups gauge the effectiveness of the SRP soldiers. Erikis had a simple life cycle, train and study, and it continued until the assassination of the Supreme Chancellor took place. By this time he was 28, and had advanced to the rank of Staff Sergeant; the seven years of long and hard training had prepared him for what he knew was coming. Not long after, war was officially declared and he was shipped to a staging world, where he would take a ship of his own to some sith-inhabited world to scout it.
Staff Sergeant Erikis Alim had just landed a few hours ago on the grassland planet of Dantooine. He'd set up camp near his ship, which he landed in a remote area a few miles away. He'd had to fly low and fast to remain undetected, and nearly crashed. 'I should've paid more attention in the flight sims..' He thought to himself as he crawled slowly up onto a hill. His armor was specially camouflaged, set to blend with the plains of the planet.
When he reached the top, Erikis very slowly poked his head over and pulled up his binoculars, making sure to keep the glare from glinting off the lenses. He activated the video recorder and took a good look around the base with them. He wasn't directly transmitting off the planet of course, the Sith would pick up on that. Remember, your mission is to provide recon on the base an that's it. No playing hero, leave that to the Jedi. Those were the last words before the scouts were sent out on their missions.
Once Erikis was done with his scouting, he moved slowly back down the hill, and still crept along until he was a few hills away. Then he made his way back to his ship. When he came over a small hill still some way from his ship, he dropped down and kept still for a few moments. When he finally looked up, he cursed at himself. There was a small group of Sith standing around his ship, one seemed to be tearing up his cockpit. Words from flight training surfaced, Even if the enemy didn't detect you on their instruments, it doesn't mean one of them couldn't have looked out the window and seen you streaking across the sky. "I should've covered it, at least.."
Erikis slowly reached behind him and pulled out his rifle. He set it up on it's bi-pod and set the stock to his shoulder. He adjusted the zoom on the rifle, and counted the amount of soldiers. He lined up a shot, and then stopped himself. It was routine to him, shooting his rifle. He knew he could hit the soldier on the other side of the scope. He realized this was a live target, not a mark on some wall some 600 yards out. He recalled something he'd read in a book, something he knew he'd need. When you kill, feel nothing. If you feel pleasure, you're no better than a murderer. If you feel remorse, this is good, but your enemy can use that to his advantage... When you shoot, the only thing you should feel is the recoil.
The scope was lined up for the shot on the first of four. Erikis took a deep breath, centered his shot, and squeezed the trigger. The first soldier fell, and he took out another quick after. The one in his cockpit ducked inside the ship, and the other dived behind it. Erikis had to move, they could call for reinforcements, and he had to leave. He moved to get another angle, but kept his distance, and tried to remain unspotted as well. When he set up his weapon again, he saw the soldier that hid behind the ship looking out from under it, towards where Erikis was. Erikis took the shot, and the soldier went limp. He waited for a few minutes, and when the last one refused to leave his cockpit, he weighed the choices. He could wait, and more than likely be cut off by Sith reinforcements; or he could try and take his ship back. He took the option with the 'chance' of success.
Erikis shouldered the rifle and moved slowly and cautiously towards his ship, being ready to hit the deck if the soldier looked out from the cockpit. He made it all the way to his ship without a noise, and braced himself. He had his blaster pistol in his right hand, and a knife in the other. He went through the motion in his head, and then he jumped up onto his ship and held his pistol into the cockpit. "Don't mo-!" He didn't get further, as the Sith soldier inside was running on adrenaline, and reacted to the slightest bit of movement, which happened to be Erikis. The soldier jumped out and tackled him to the ground. Erikis felt the blaster leave his hand, but kept his grip on the knife. They wrestled around on the grass for a bit; the soldier was physically stronger than Erikis, and pinned him down with his arms. Erikis whipped his leg under the soldier's to trip him, and then rolled on top of him. Erikis slipped, and that let the soldier kick him off, and Erikis' back hit the hull of his ship, and he was dazed. The soldier got to his feet and charged, in a craze. Erikis' held up his hands by instinct, and when the force stopped at his hands, he opened his eyes. The Sith had impaled himself on Erikis' knife. He blinked, looked down at the blade which had just pierced his lung, and then fell back off the knife.
Erikis' was still stunned, and looked at the blood on his hands. He shook himself, and sheathed the knife, and got into the cockpit of his ship and quickly lifted off. He dodged the turret fire, and when he was out of the atmosphere he pointed the ship towards one of Dantooine's small moons. "This ship needs a Hyperdrive.." He activated a beacon remotely and something binged on the moon. Once he got closer he slowed up. Inside a crater was a larger ship, still needing only one pilot, but large enough for his smaller scout ship to fit in. He remotely activated the cargo bay doors and very carefully maneuvered his way inside, practically hovering in.
Once he had it landed and shut off, he hopped out of the cockpit and made his way toward the front of the other ship. He took off and pointed his nose towards open space. He saw the blips on his screen, and pulled up the listed friendly planets, and chose the closest one he saw, Agamar. He tapped a few buttons and then activated the hyperdrive, and his ship slipped into hyperspace. Once he saw the stars streak past he relaxed and took off his helmet, and closed his eyes. It took a moment for him fully calm, finally dealing with the reality that he'd just killed four men. He took a deep breath and shook it off, trying to keep in mind the quote he'd memorized. He then thought how he botched the mission. He'd only reconned one base, I'll be surprised if I'm not demoted for this.. His eyes stayed close for a few hours after, as he had slipped into a deep sleep, tired after the short time he was on Dantooine.
Password: Kylah
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Productive criticism is very appreciated. First time I've done a SW character, and I'm sure I've gotten at least something wrong.
Department: Special Ops
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Name: Erikis Alim
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 5 ft. 11 in.
Weight: 150 lbs.
Birth place: Delaya
Appearance:
Erikis can be described as 'slim,' at best, although he did look rather scrawny. The conditioning his military training had put upon his body was apparent, however. His muscles were toned, and there seemed to be no fat anywhere on his body. His only scar was located across the top of his right forearm, which consisted of a slash mark. He practiced regular hygiene, including keeping very well shaven. His light brown hair was very short, and laid straight, with no sight of curl or bangs. He had dark, clear blue eyes, which always seemed focused.
Personality:
The one thing someone may have noticed about Erikis is he never spoke much. He only spoke when he needed to, or when he -felt- he needed to. He also seemed to be very stand offish, although that wasn't intentional. He simply was never very good at any sort of socializing besides reporting to a superior. However, he still joined the Republic to try and do some good in the galaxy, and had strongly held morals and beliefs. Erikis was dedicated, and rarely took breaks; because of this, he was always focused on the mission, and when he was doing his job, he put it before anything else. He did have a little known sense of humor, and did have sarcastic thoughts at times, although rarely sharing them.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 8 ( Stipulation: 8 with sniper rifles only, 5 with everything else.)
Alignment: +4
Bio:
Early Life
Erikis was born and lived on the world Delaya. His mother died during birth, and the only thing he knew of her was her name, Mila. His father, Garrus, was a good man, and worked in the factories on Delaya to keep a home for him and his son. It wasn't much, however, and there were very few luxuries. The best they had was a busted holo-chess table, which usually shorted out in between a match. Not that Erikis was playing as an infant, more Garrus against himself.
Very little occured in Erikis' life until the age of six, when he was allowed to go out into the world, and play with the other workers' children. Unfortunately, there was very little entertainment, so many kids made their own. Some played games taught by their parents. Most had their fun with messing up said games. Erikis' was never really one of either, although when he asked his father if it was alright to hit another child, he was taught it was wrong to use violence for no reason. From then on he tried to stop the bullies when they played their games, although he was rarely effective. He was scrawnier when he was a kid than an adult. The bruises he gains were thankfully minimal, and his father always cheered him up, "You did the right thing."
Eventually he began to play his father in chess, and by age nine, it was beginning to be evenly matched. When his father wasn't home, and he was too sore from the other kids, he stayed inside and read. This cycle continued for quite some time in his young life. Get beat up defending other kids, read, chess, beat up, read, chess.
Teenage Years
Just a few months before his fourteenth birthday, Erikis had to start playing chess with himself. When his father did come home they had perhaps a few minutes to speak over their dinner, before him shambling off to bed. The work at the factory had become harder for Garrus over the years, and the workload had increased. Whenever Erikis was out and about now, however, he had learned to defend himself just a bit better. He block a few more punches, and kicks, and even dish out a few of his own, before he was taken down. A week after his fourteenth birthday he'd actually managed to win a fight against one of the local punks. While he felt a bit proud about it, he didn't realize that the bullies' humiliation would only make him more violent. Soon after the kid had managed to find a shaped rock, and sharpened it just enough to cut. He surprised Erikis, and cut a gash down his right arm, and fled thereafter, leaving a stunned and grimacing Erikis. When Erikis made it back home, he managed to cover the wound and subdue it with an old piece of clothing. It was one of the only times his father stayed up more than a few minutes, to make sure his son was alright. For a week or so after he was bedridden while healing.
At the age of fifteen, Erikis was allowed to come and work in the factories, and the extra money would help pay for the new medical bills. His father had become ill, and while he could still work, he had to, he needed medication; and it wasn't cheap. Both father and son broke their back in the factory to pay for the medicine. They had both been coming home dead tired for months since then, and things didn't get better.
If the medicine did anything, it postponed the inevitable. Garrus ended up bedridden because of his ailment. He rarely got out of the bed for much, and was too sick to eat most of the time. Just three weeks before Erikis' seventeenth birthday, Erikis sat by his father's bedside one night, and was alarmed when Garrus simply stopped breathing. Erikis simply sighed and shed his tears quietly. He knew it was an eventuality that his father would die, and he knew it would be tonight. Just before his father had fallen to sleep, he could see it in his father's eyes. Something strange, a calm acceptance, almost peaceful. Erikis knew his father was ready to die, and it would happen tonight. He sat there in silence until the sun rose on Delaya, at which point he gathered up all their credits and headed to the nearest starport.
Republic Army
After spending four years on Coruscant, moving from job to job Erikis Alim was now 21, and had been jobless for a week. He spent his time in his small, dirty, and most importantly cheap apartment, wondering where he might find a job next. The day after he'd been looking for a job when he saw a holonet news vid. It detailed an annexation of an outer rim planet by something called 'The Sith.' Erikis kept thinking about the vid when he walked down an alley later that day. He was so lost in his own thoughts he tripped over himself. When he got up he saw the thing that changed his life, a Republic Army recruitment poster. Suddenly flashbacks of when he were younger filled his mind, standing up for the weaker kids, fighting the childhood bullies. He realized he could fight again, and that's what he would do. Without much thought he went to the nearest recruitment area, and signed himself up.
Erikis entered basic training a week later. Although, training generally continued for quite some time, as the Republic and the Sith were not officially at war. He was always seen either running routine training exercises, or reading. In fact, he tried to push himself during exercises, either adding more work or making it longer himself. This dedication was due to the fact he knew eventually there would be war, and when it happened, he wanted to be more than prepared. His extra work had not gone unnoticed by superiors, and he was approached with an offer to join special operations training. Erikis took it, thinking he'd do more good in spec ops then fighting on the front lines.
Special Operations training was much more intense than basic. It wasn't simply focused on strength, but endurance, and in some courses, silence. After two weeks Erikis came into his own, and was chosen for Sniping and Reconnaissance Program, and received specialized training in both of those courses. His training was repeated daily, and it continued like this, with very little break in between. There were times when Erikis was allowed to leave, however he chose to stay and continue with his training and studies of tactical manuals and historical books on past wars. Another part of his training was marksmanship and accuracy. While he had basic training in most weaponry, he spent most of his time with his sniper rifle, and was able to outshoot anyone but the veteran instructors with it. Besides training and study, there was the occasional simulation battle or assignment to let the higher ups gauge the effectiveness of the SRP soldiers. Erikis had a simple life cycle, train and study, and it continued until the assassination of the Supreme Chancellor took place. By this time he was 28, and had advanced to the rank of Staff Sergeant; the seven years of long and hard training had prepared him for what he knew was coming. Not long after, war was officially declared and he was shipped to a staging world, where he would take a ship of his own to some sith-inhabited world to scout it.
RP sample
Staff Sergeant Erikis Alim had just landed a few hours ago on the grassland planet of Dantooine. He'd set up camp near his ship, which he landed in a remote area a few miles away. He'd had to fly low and fast to remain undetected, and nearly crashed. 'I should've paid more attention in the flight sims..' He thought to himself as he crawled slowly up onto a hill. His armor was specially camouflaged, set to blend with the plains of the planet.
When he reached the top, Erikis very slowly poked his head over and pulled up his binoculars, making sure to keep the glare from glinting off the lenses. He activated the video recorder and took a good look around the base with them. He wasn't directly transmitting off the planet of course, the Sith would pick up on that. Remember, your mission is to provide recon on the base an that's it. No playing hero, leave that to the Jedi. Those were the last words before the scouts were sent out on their missions.
Once Erikis was done with his scouting, he moved slowly back down the hill, and still crept along until he was a few hills away. Then he made his way back to his ship. When he came over a small hill still some way from his ship, he dropped down and kept still for a few moments. When he finally looked up, he cursed at himself. There was a small group of Sith standing around his ship, one seemed to be tearing up his cockpit. Words from flight training surfaced, Even if the enemy didn't detect you on their instruments, it doesn't mean one of them couldn't have looked out the window and seen you streaking across the sky. "I should've covered it, at least.."
Erikis slowly reached behind him and pulled out his rifle. He set it up on it's bi-pod and set the stock to his shoulder. He adjusted the zoom on the rifle, and counted the amount of soldiers. He lined up a shot, and then stopped himself. It was routine to him, shooting his rifle. He knew he could hit the soldier on the other side of the scope. He realized this was a live target, not a mark on some wall some 600 yards out. He recalled something he'd read in a book, something he knew he'd need. When you kill, feel nothing. If you feel pleasure, you're no better than a murderer. If you feel remorse, this is good, but your enemy can use that to his advantage... When you shoot, the only thing you should feel is the recoil.
The scope was lined up for the shot on the first of four. Erikis took a deep breath, centered his shot, and squeezed the trigger. The first soldier fell, and he took out another quick after. The one in his cockpit ducked inside the ship, and the other dived behind it. Erikis had to move, they could call for reinforcements, and he had to leave. He moved to get another angle, but kept his distance, and tried to remain unspotted as well. When he set up his weapon again, he saw the soldier that hid behind the ship looking out from under it, towards where Erikis was. Erikis took the shot, and the soldier went limp. He waited for a few minutes, and when the last one refused to leave his cockpit, he weighed the choices. He could wait, and more than likely be cut off by Sith reinforcements; or he could try and take his ship back. He took the option with the 'chance' of success.
Erikis shouldered the rifle and moved slowly and cautiously towards his ship, being ready to hit the deck if the soldier looked out from the cockpit. He made it all the way to his ship without a noise, and braced himself. He had his blaster pistol in his right hand, and a knife in the other. He went through the motion in his head, and then he jumped up onto his ship and held his pistol into the cockpit. "Don't mo-!" He didn't get further, as the Sith soldier inside was running on adrenaline, and reacted to the slightest bit of movement, which happened to be Erikis. The soldier jumped out and tackled him to the ground. Erikis felt the blaster leave his hand, but kept his grip on the knife. They wrestled around on the grass for a bit; the soldier was physically stronger than Erikis, and pinned him down with his arms. Erikis whipped his leg under the soldier's to trip him, and then rolled on top of him. Erikis slipped, and that let the soldier kick him off, and Erikis' back hit the hull of his ship, and he was dazed. The soldier got to his feet and charged, in a craze. Erikis' held up his hands by instinct, and when the force stopped at his hands, he opened his eyes. The Sith had impaled himself on Erikis' knife. He blinked, looked down at the blade which had just pierced his lung, and then fell back off the knife.
Erikis' was still stunned, and looked at the blood on his hands. He shook himself, and sheathed the knife, and got into the cockpit of his ship and quickly lifted off. He dodged the turret fire, and when he was out of the atmosphere he pointed the ship towards one of Dantooine's small moons. "This ship needs a Hyperdrive.." He activated a beacon remotely and something binged on the moon. Once he got closer he slowed up. Inside a crater was a larger ship, still needing only one pilot, but large enough for his smaller scout ship to fit in. He remotely activated the cargo bay doors and very carefully maneuvered his way inside, practically hovering in.
Once he had it landed and shut off, he hopped out of the cockpit and made his way toward the front of the other ship. He took off and pointed his nose towards open space. He saw the blips on his screen, and pulled up the listed friendly planets, and chose the closest one he saw, Agamar. He tapped a few buttons and then activated the hyperdrive, and his ship slipped into hyperspace. Once he saw the stars streak past he relaxed and took off his helmet, and closed his eyes. It took a moment for him fully calm, finally dealing with the reality that he'd just killed four men. He took a deep breath and shook it off, trying to keep in mind the quote he'd memorized. He then thought how he botched the mission. He'd only reconned one base, I'll be surprised if I'm not demoted for this.. His eyes stayed close for a few hours after, as he had slipped into a deep sleep, tired after the short time he was on Dantooine.
Password: Kylah
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Productive criticism is very appreciated. First time I've done a SW character, and I'm sure I've gotten at least something wrong.
Good work