Post by ryoga on Sept 9, 2007 18:23:15 GMT -5
Name: Icculus Munch
Species: Chalactan
Age: 18
Height: 5’10’’
Weight: 164 lbs.
Birth place: Chalacta
Appearance:
In Suit:
Casual: Got any good Pictures?
Under the suit, he has dark skin, forever tanned to a golden brown, and black hair that comes down to just about his eye brows. He isn’t ripped, because the figured that looked odd, and decided to stick with a well toned, and sturdy body. His calves are well built though, due to his training with running, and across the side of his neck there’s a rough and mangled scar. Whatever caused it, luckily didn’t sever his head or jugular.
Biography: Born and trained on Chalacta, in a private sector. This private sectors main source of income was the Mercenary trade. He grew up knowing that one day he would be sent off to whichever nation was drafting, for a nominal fee that would be given to his family. His family was not well off, with seven younger siblings, one group of them being triplets, he knew his family was short on money. His father had been a mercenary in his day, being decorated in the Mandolorian and Republic military throughout his life. He was a crack-shot sniper, who would often go on solo or small grouping missions and wreak havoc on an unsuspecting enemy.
Icculus had always wanted to be like his father, and his chance came when he was Eight. His father had just received his final commission for service in the Mandolorian military, and they knew they would be able to live, just not all too securely. This was when there were only four children. It was soon decided that Icculus and his father would offer their services as student and instructor respectively at the Mercenary center.
It was during the ages of 8 - 15 that Icculus was trained personally by his father in the ways of a sniper and military command. Often in their training sessions, Icculus would upstage the other students, and later be ganged up on and bullied for it. One could accredit his very quiet, and apologetic nature towards this. During from the age twelve until the present, he is always heard apologizing for things he didn’t even do. Though this does not affect his skills as a sniper, as he will easily put a bullet in his enemies head without regret.
He had a brief stint in a Mandolorian raid on a small peasant uprising, and helped quell the rebellion with one bullet….
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Icculus crept slowly along the ground, crawling over the mud that had accumulated due to the rain. It was cold, and his whole body ached. His pain was made worse as his bare elbow hit a rock, He winced, his whole arm, numb from feeling,but not pain.
At the start of the mission he was ordered to remove his armor, keeping any affiliation with Charlacta and the Mandolorian from a private sector he was working for, a secret. He had been crawling around the perimeter of a small compound in the hills for the past two days. He had his share of water, but food had not been a luxury he was permitted.
He looked to each of his flanks, his spotter and guard armed with a fully automatic weapon were crawling just as he was. The reason for all the crawling was to avoid the patrols, and wait for an opportunity to kill the faction leader, whom had only shown himself once, two days back when they were arriving. They were not allowed to take the shot, due to political complications, Icculus put up two fingers, singalling the group to take two minutes to rest and send his spotter on recon.
Icculus lied still, watching the compound like a hawk when he spotted something that he doubted would ever happen again. The target was sitting in a chair in front of a window. Icculus had clear view and shot on the man. He rolled over from his stomach to his back, swiped a radio from his guard, and radioed his spotter.
‘Head on back, Conclusion is Go, repeat, Conclusion is go, greet the bosses, over.’ While any other listening would take that as slightly threatening, they could still not make it out to be much. It was all too cryptic to overreact. It meant for the spotter to head on back to their position, saying they had the shot, and to contact the HQ asking for permission to take the shot.
As the spotter made his way back, crawling like an injured marine out of a warzone, he started radioing the HQ.
‘Contact, Contact. Requesting permission to go ahead and take the shot over….’
There was a bit of static, and then a long period of breathing and finally a gruff voiced man spoke up. ‘permission granted, finish it.’
Icculus put his head down towards the ground, his nose sticking slightly in the mud. He smiled, it was all about to be over. He slowly removed his rifle from his back and checked it. All the mechanisms seemed to be fine, the bullets loaded well, and the scope only needed a quick swipe to be usable. He got in a comfortable position on his chest, he had a clear line of sight through the window to the man he was ordered to put to rest.
His spotter slowly creeped up beside him and surveyed the area, quickly spotting the target. He started calculating distance, windspeed, and scope offset, that would aide Icculus in making the shot a success. Normally he could do it himself, but it was more handy than doing it yourself.
His spotter counted off….
‘One….’
Icculus took a deep breath, his hands were shaking slightly, the pressure was amazing. A real life situation…this was it…
‘Two….’
He held his breath, his hands slowly stopped shaking, his brow furrowed, and he gritted his teeth, keeping his view and scope on the target.
‘Three…’
His shoulders tensed as he prepared the shot. The target was not leaning back in his chair, listening to a proposal, most likely from some delegates or generals.
‘Fire….Fire….Fire!’
Icculus pulled the trigger, the target hadn’t moved, and the rifle kicked back into his shoulder. Icculus grunted from the kickback simultaneous with the shatter of a window and strike of the target. Icculus kept his eye trained on the scope, the targets brain matter lay on the floor and opposite wall. And now an aide was rushing over to him.
Icculus turned and kept a low run out of the area. The Extraction point was three miles southward of their position, and a jog would safely get them there. As he started his run, he heard his spotter report in. ‘Confirmed kill, moving to the LZ’
The same gruff voice from earlier replied ‘Alright boys, good job, LZ active.’
Icculus suppressed a fist pump as he ran, and only concentrated on getting to the LZ and getting a hot meal back home………
Shortly after his success with the mission, his services were no longer needed, and they gave him a hefty sum for his exceptional services. Currently he is searching for work within minor and main forces of the universe. Ready to go where needed, though the thought of bounty hunting on his off time had crossed his mind.
Faction: *I was thinking of making a Merc. type character, but I was wondering, what factions needed more people?
Department: Army
Physical Strength
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1 2 (3) 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Intelligence
------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 (8) 9 10
Speed
-------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 (9) 10
Unarmed
-----------------------
1 2 3 (4) 5 6 7 8 9 10
Melee Weapons
-----------------------
1 2 (3) 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Ranged Weapons
-----------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 (10)
Leadership
----------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 (7) 8 9 10
Alignment
Evil <-----> Good
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5 4 3 2 1 (0) 1 2 3 4 5
OOC: I guess he'd effectively be a private if he started out in an army. But the RP below was due to him being a merc, and his fathers influence.
Also, I hope this is all O.K. I was thinking of adding a picture, but I can't find a good one, and I wanted a pic of his Sniper rifle...
I do need some help on the equipment if that's O.K..
Species: Chalactan
Age: 18
Height: 5’10’’
Weight: 164 lbs.
Birth place: Chalacta
Appearance:
In Suit:
Casual: Got any good Pictures?
Under the suit, he has dark skin, forever tanned to a golden brown, and black hair that comes down to just about his eye brows. He isn’t ripped, because the figured that looked odd, and decided to stick with a well toned, and sturdy body. His calves are well built though, due to his training with running, and across the side of his neck there’s a rough and mangled scar. Whatever caused it, luckily didn’t sever his head or jugular.
Biography: Born and trained on Chalacta, in a private sector. This private sectors main source of income was the Mercenary trade. He grew up knowing that one day he would be sent off to whichever nation was drafting, for a nominal fee that would be given to his family. His family was not well off, with seven younger siblings, one group of them being triplets, he knew his family was short on money. His father had been a mercenary in his day, being decorated in the Mandolorian and Republic military throughout his life. He was a crack-shot sniper, who would often go on solo or small grouping missions and wreak havoc on an unsuspecting enemy.
Icculus had always wanted to be like his father, and his chance came when he was Eight. His father had just received his final commission for service in the Mandolorian military, and they knew they would be able to live, just not all too securely. This was when there were only four children. It was soon decided that Icculus and his father would offer their services as student and instructor respectively at the Mercenary center.
It was during the ages of 8 - 15 that Icculus was trained personally by his father in the ways of a sniper and military command. Often in their training sessions, Icculus would upstage the other students, and later be ganged up on and bullied for it. One could accredit his very quiet, and apologetic nature towards this. During from the age twelve until the present, he is always heard apologizing for things he didn’t even do. Though this does not affect his skills as a sniper, as he will easily put a bullet in his enemies head without regret.
He had a brief stint in a Mandolorian raid on a small peasant uprising, and helped quell the rebellion with one bullet….
-----------------------------------------------------------
Icculus crept slowly along the ground, crawling over the mud that had accumulated due to the rain. It was cold, and his whole body ached. His pain was made worse as his bare elbow hit a rock, He winced, his whole arm, numb from feeling,but not pain.
At the start of the mission he was ordered to remove his armor, keeping any affiliation with Charlacta and the Mandolorian from a private sector he was working for, a secret. He had been crawling around the perimeter of a small compound in the hills for the past two days. He had his share of water, but food had not been a luxury he was permitted.
He looked to each of his flanks, his spotter and guard armed with a fully automatic weapon were crawling just as he was. The reason for all the crawling was to avoid the patrols, and wait for an opportunity to kill the faction leader, whom had only shown himself once, two days back when they were arriving. They were not allowed to take the shot, due to political complications, Icculus put up two fingers, singalling the group to take two minutes to rest and send his spotter on recon.
Icculus lied still, watching the compound like a hawk when he spotted something that he doubted would ever happen again. The target was sitting in a chair in front of a window. Icculus had clear view and shot on the man. He rolled over from his stomach to his back, swiped a radio from his guard, and radioed his spotter.
‘Head on back, Conclusion is Go, repeat, Conclusion is go, greet the bosses, over.’ While any other listening would take that as slightly threatening, they could still not make it out to be much. It was all too cryptic to overreact. It meant for the spotter to head on back to their position, saying they had the shot, and to contact the HQ asking for permission to take the shot.
As the spotter made his way back, crawling like an injured marine out of a warzone, he started radioing the HQ.
‘Contact, Contact. Requesting permission to go ahead and take the shot over….’
There was a bit of static, and then a long period of breathing and finally a gruff voiced man spoke up. ‘permission granted, finish it.’
Icculus put his head down towards the ground, his nose sticking slightly in the mud. He smiled, it was all about to be over. He slowly removed his rifle from his back and checked it. All the mechanisms seemed to be fine, the bullets loaded well, and the scope only needed a quick swipe to be usable. He got in a comfortable position on his chest, he had a clear line of sight through the window to the man he was ordered to put to rest.
His spotter slowly creeped up beside him and surveyed the area, quickly spotting the target. He started calculating distance, windspeed, and scope offset, that would aide Icculus in making the shot a success. Normally he could do it himself, but it was more handy than doing it yourself.
His spotter counted off….
‘One….’
Icculus took a deep breath, his hands were shaking slightly, the pressure was amazing. A real life situation…this was it…
‘Two….’
He held his breath, his hands slowly stopped shaking, his brow furrowed, and he gritted his teeth, keeping his view and scope on the target.
‘Three…’
His shoulders tensed as he prepared the shot. The target was not leaning back in his chair, listening to a proposal, most likely from some delegates or generals.
‘Fire….Fire….Fire!’
Icculus pulled the trigger, the target hadn’t moved, and the rifle kicked back into his shoulder. Icculus grunted from the kickback simultaneous with the shatter of a window and strike of the target. Icculus kept his eye trained on the scope, the targets brain matter lay on the floor and opposite wall. And now an aide was rushing over to him.
Icculus turned and kept a low run out of the area. The Extraction point was three miles southward of their position, and a jog would safely get them there. As he started his run, he heard his spotter report in. ‘Confirmed kill, moving to the LZ’
The same gruff voice from earlier replied ‘Alright boys, good job, LZ active.’
Icculus suppressed a fist pump as he ran, and only concentrated on getting to the LZ and getting a hot meal back home………
Shortly after his success with the mission, his services were no longer needed, and they gave him a hefty sum for his exceptional services. Currently he is searching for work within minor and main forces of the universe. Ready to go where needed, though the thought of bounty hunting on his off time had crossed his mind.
Faction: *I was thinking of making a Merc. type character, but I was wondering, what factions needed more people?
Department: Army
Physical Strength
--------------------------
1 2 (3) 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Intelligence
------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 (8) 9 10
Speed
-------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 (9) 10
Unarmed
-----------------------
1 2 3 (4) 5 6 7 8 9 10
Melee Weapons
-----------------------
1 2 (3) 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Ranged Weapons
-----------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 (10)
Leadership
----------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 (7) 8 9 10
Alignment
Evil <-----> Good
-------------------------
5 4 3 2 1 (0) 1 2 3 4 5
OOC: I guess he'd effectively be a private if he started out in an army. But the RP below was due to him being a merc, and his fathers influence.
Also, I hope this is all O.K. I was thinking of adding a picture, but I can't find a good one, and I wanted a pic of his Sniper rifle...
I do need some help on the equipment if that's O.K..
