Post by Regnier on Aug 11, 2007 3:14:39 GMT -5
Republic Brigadier General
Name: Brigadier General Synyri Pace
Species: Human
Age: 40
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 161lbs
Birth place: Coruscant
Appearance:
Syn has a fairly lean, muscular build, developed originally after years as a line soldier, and maintained by nearly religious exercise. She has fairly short, blonde hair, gray eyes, seven tattoos, and several unremarkable scars. Even on the best of days, she generally at least looks fatigued, and she usually sounds it as well. On duty, she usually can be found wearing combat fatigues, and generally only any type of dress uniform during an inspection or when summoned off planet officially.
Biography:
If you look at the life of Brigadier General Synyri Pace, you may notice the fact that it really doesn’t seem like she should have made it to where she is now.
She was born in the lower section of The Works of Coruscant to a gang member father and a cantina dancer mother, originally to the name Synyri Konn. She, for all intents and purposes, raised herself and her three younger siblings until she hit seventeen and signed up for the Republic Army without hesitation. It may not have been the best place to go, nor an option she particularly envied, but it was an option out of The Works. It was barely a few weeks into her initial training, however, that she discovered she actually liked being in the Army. She graduated from training as a Specialist, a rifleman, and grew to like the Army even more afterwards, to the point that she elected to stay longer after her required time, rather than simply get out at the end of three years. In the Army, she had found people that would actually look out for her, watch her back, and trust and respect her. She also grew to like the type of work, the scheduled and demanding lifestyle. Within three months of graduating, she made Lance Corporal, then Corporal by the end of the year, proving as loyal, tough, and smart as the next guy. By the end of the next year, she made Sergeant, constantly proving she was a good, solid soldier through and through. Two years after that, she enrolled in officer training, passed with excellent marks, and entered active-duty as a Second Lieutenant, though she received an onsite promotion to First Lieutenant only a few months later after her platoon’s dropship crashed in the jungle of Onderon during a routine training operation. She received the promotion after, with only twenty-six survivors, arrived at Iziz, through three klicks of very hostile jungle, with only three losses, two of which had already been seriously injured in the crash. She was noted for her use of formations and tactics, but primarily for accounts of how well she kept her men going.
The next week, one of the replacements given to her was her youngest brother, freshly graduated from training, which was, and still is, the only time she has seen any member of her family since enlisting. Before she could even speak with him, however, she was pulled from her command and offered a role in Special Forces, which she accepted after little deliberation, even after she was bumped down to Sergeant upon entry into a Triple RA- Rapid Response Rescue and Assault- team, designed as shock troops capable of getting to a problem long before the cumbersome fleet could. Within three years, however, she had passed her former rank and made Captain, as well as given control of a team. At twenty-eight, she commanded the most decorated Triple RA team still in operation after a particularly glowing set of years proving her competence. She was pulled out of Special Forces, promoted to Major, given two companies, and stationed on Kuat, then moved to Mandalore. At twenty-nine, she married a native to Kuat, a civilian that had courted her for nearly her entire time there, or at least attempted to, by the name of Breyton Pace. By thirty, she was given a battalion stationed on Mandalore and the appropriate rank of Lieutenant Colonel, with Breyton faithfully in tow, having known full well what her career likely entailed. Through extreme perseverance noted by her superiors in keeping her men sharp, loyal, and even happy to an extent, in as undesirable a role a basically guard duty on Mandalore, she made Colonel in less than two years and gained a regiment on Onderon, once again with Breyton in tow.
It was here, however, that Breyton was killed in a random mugging only a week after the transfer. Syn, however, was only on paid leave after the incident for one week, deciding to drown her troubles in work. It was said that she actually came out of the ordeal a more efficient commander, though she declines to comment. After her station proved shining examples of Republic soldiers for a little more than a year, rarely gaining individual reprimands, constantly gaining decorations, uncovering and dismantling a large pirate operation, and actually managing to reduce what crime existed planetside, as well as personally gaining the respect of several high-ranked officers in training exercises and inspections, Syn was promoted to become one of the youngest Brigadier Generals in a very long time. Her brigade, the 1st Brigade, “Blackjack”, under the 621st Infantry Division, was placed throughout the cities and marshes of Mon Calamari, as well as on orbiting stations, where she has remained for three months. She is often looked down upon somewhat by other officers as too much a soldier and too little a commander, even after her accomplishments, while greatly respected by her troops as someone that worked their way completely from the bottom of the ladder.
Faction: Republic (Er...only actual PC I can think of that outranks her and has real standing in the Army would be...well, Stukov, actually)
Department: Army
Items:
1x Mandalorian Heavy Blaster Pistol, presented to her by one of her captains, and heavily modified since for decreased energy drain, increased range, and to mount a 2x optical sight.
1x Republic combat knife, carried strapped to the side of her boot, and only when not in dress uniform.
1x Short range signal jammer, designed to create a circular area ten by ten feet where few, if any, types of electronic signals can penetrate when active- whether they be scanners, types of listening devices, or several types of communicators
She also tends to carry a type of small breather mask in her pocket, especially while on Mon Calamari- for obvious reasons.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: +2
Sample RP:
”Eleven thousand. Damn. I should’ve stayed on the line. Paperwork was bad enough when I only had four…”
”Personally, I prefer paperwork to getting shot at for a living, ma’am.”
Syn swiveled in her chair and gave her secretary a wry glance as she deposited another datacard on the general’s desk. ”Qatya, you’re the secretary of a Brigadier, and that’s something you aimed for. I highly doubt anyone believes otherwise. And if you did, I’d be short the only personal assistant I’ve ever actually liked.” She grinned slightly. ”I, on the other hand, signed up to get shot at for a living. Life was simple when the key to success was listening to my corporal and my sergeant and watching my angle. I have little doubt I would have survived your job this long. Hell, I can’t stand me most of the time.”
”You are a different breed entirely; I give you that, ma’am.” The lieutenant said with a smirk as she shut the door behind her.
”Don’t I know it… Syn muttered to herself. It was times likes these she missed being a grunt, and times like these were frequent when you were a Brigadier General in the Republic. She glanced emptily at the pile of datachips, holocards, and the like, then at the holoclock sitting precariously on the edge of her desk after nearly being pushed off by the increasing pile of electronics. She punched the comm’ on her desk. ”Qatya, do I have anything important in my schedule within two hours?”
”Let me see…no, ma’am.”
”Good. I’m going out for awhile, before my eyes fall out and my brain turns to soup. I’ll have my communicator in case anything important comes up. If not, I’ll be back in two or so hours.” And with that, she collected her jacket, sidearm, and a few credit chits, and headed for the door.
Name: Brigadier General Synyri Pace
Species: Human
Age: 40
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 161lbs
Birth place: Coruscant
Appearance:
Syn has a fairly lean, muscular build, developed originally after years as a line soldier, and maintained by nearly religious exercise. She has fairly short, blonde hair, gray eyes, seven tattoos, and several unremarkable scars. Even on the best of days, she generally at least looks fatigued, and she usually sounds it as well. On duty, she usually can be found wearing combat fatigues, and generally only any type of dress uniform during an inspection or when summoned off planet officially.
Biography:
If you look at the life of Brigadier General Synyri Pace, you may notice the fact that it really doesn’t seem like she should have made it to where she is now.
She was born in the lower section of The Works of Coruscant to a gang member father and a cantina dancer mother, originally to the name Synyri Konn. She, for all intents and purposes, raised herself and her three younger siblings until she hit seventeen and signed up for the Republic Army without hesitation. It may not have been the best place to go, nor an option she particularly envied, but it was an option out of The Works. It was barely a few weeks into her initial training, however, that she discovered she actually liked being in the Army. She graduated from training as a Specialist, a rifleman, and grew to like the Army even more afterwards, to the point that she elected to stay longer after her required time, rather than simply get out at the end of three years. In the Army, she had found people that would actually look out for her, watch her back, and trust and respect her. She also grew to like the type of work, the scheduled and demanding lifestyle. Within three months of graduating, she made Lance Corporal, then Corporal by the end of the year, proving as loyal, tough, and smart as the next guy. By the end of the next year, she made Sergeant, constantly proving she was a good, solid soldier through and through. Two years after that, she enrolled in officer training, passed with excellent marks, and entered active-duty as a Second Lieutenant, though she received an onsite promotion to First Lieutenant only a few months later after her platoon’s dropship crashed in the jungle of Onderon during a routine training operation. She received the promotion after, with only twenty-six survivors, arrived at Iziz, through three klicks of very hostile jungle, with only three losses, two of which had already been seriously injured in the crash. She was noted for her use of formations and tactics, but primarily for accounts of how well she kept her men going.
The next week, one of the replacements given to her was her youngest brother, freshly graduated from training, which was, and still is, the only time she has seen any member of her family since enlisting. Before she could even speak with him, however, she was pulled from her command and offered a role in Special Forces, which she accepted after little deliberation, even after she was bumped down to Sergeant upon entry into a Triple RA- Rapid Response Rescue and Assault- team, designed as shock troops capable of getting to a problem long before the cumbersome fleet could. Within three years, however, she had passed her former rank and made Captain, as well as given control of a team. At twenty-eight, she commanded the most decorated Triple RA team still in operation after a particularly glowing set of years proving her competence. She was pulled out of Special Forces, promoted to Major, given two companies, and stationed on Kuat, then moved to Mandalore. At twenty-nine, she married a native to Kuat, a civilian that had courted her for nearly her entire time there, or at least attempted to, by the name of Breyton Pace. By thirty, she was given a battalion stationed on Mandalore and the appropriate rank of Lieutenant Colonel, with Breyton faithfully in tow, having known full well what her career likely entailed. Through extreme perseverance noted by her superiors in keeping her men sharp, loyal, and even happy to an extent, in as undesirable a role a basically guard duty on Mandalore, she made Colonel in less than two years and gained a regiment on Onderon, once again with Breyton in tow.
It was here, however, that Breyton was killed in a random mugging only a week after the transfer. Syn, however, was only on paid leave after the incident for one week, deciding to drown her troubles in work. It was said that she actually came out of the ordeal a more efficient commander, though she declines to comment. After her station proved shining examples of Republic soldiers for a little more than a year, rarely gaining individual reprimands, constantly gaining decorations, uncovering and dismantling a large pirate operation, and actually managing to reduce what crime existed planetside, as well as personally gaining the respect of several high-ranked officers in training exercises and inspections, Syn was promoted to become one of the youngest Brigadier Generals in a very long time. Her brigade, the 1st Brigade, “Blackjack”, under the 621st Infantry Division, was placed throughout the cities and marshes of Mon Calamari, as well as on orbiting stations, where she has remained for three months. She is often looked down upon somewhat by other officers as too much a soldier and too little a commander, even after her accomplishments, while greatly respected by her troops as someone that worked their way completely from the bottom of the ladder.
Faction: Republic (Er...only actual PC I can think of that outranks her and has real standing in the Army would be...well, Stukov, actually)
Department: Army
Items:
1x Mandalorian Heavy Blaster Pistol, presented to her by one of her captains, and heavily modified since for decreased energy drain, increased range, and to mount a 2x optical sight.
1x Republic combat knife, carried strapped to the side of her boot, and only when not in dress uniform.
1x Short range signal jammer, designed to create a circular area ten by ten feet where few, if any, types of electronic signals can penetrate when active- whether they be scanners, types of listening devices, or several types of communicators
She also tends to carry a type of small breather mask in her pocket, especially while on Mon Calamari- for obvious reasons.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: +2
Sample RP:
”Eleven thousand. Damn. I should’ve stayed on the line. Paperwork was bad enough when I only had four…”
”Personally, I prefer paperwork to getting shot at for a living, ma’am.”
Syn swiveled in her chair and gave her secretary a wry glance as she deposited another datacard on the general’s desk. ”Qatya, you’re the secretary of a Brigadier, and that’s something you aimed for. I highly doubt anyone believes otherwise. And if you did, I’d be short the only personal assistant I’ve ever actually liked.” She grinned slightly. ”I, on the other hand, signed up to get shot at for a living. Life was simple when the key to success was listening to my corporal and my sergeant and watching my angle. I have little doubt I would have survived your job this long. Hell, I can’t stand me most of the time.”
”You are a different breed entirely; I give you that, ma’am.” The lieutenant said with a smirk as she shut the door behind her.
”Don’t I know it… Syn muttered to herself. It was times likes these she missed being a grunt, and times like these were frequent when you were a Brigadier General in the Republic. She glanced emptily at the pile of datachips, holocards, and the like, then at the holoclock sitting precariously on the edge of her desk after nearly being pushed off by the increasing pile of electronics. She punched the comm’ on her desk. ”Qatya, do I have anything important in my schedule within two hours?”
”Let me see…no, ma’am.”
”Good. I’m going out for awhile, before my eyes fall out and my brain turns to soup. I’ll have my communicator in case anything important comes up. If not, I’ll be back in two or so hours.” And with that, she collected her jacket, sidearm, and a few credit chits, and headed for the door.
