Post by 10Tickler on Oct 25, 2008 16:19:13 GMT -5
Faction: Republic Military
Department: Special Forces, RRD (Rapid Response and Deployment) H.A.L.O.A.T.W. (High Altitude Low Open Advanced Tactics warfare)
Rank: Second Lieutenant
Name: Second Lieutenant Meesha, Damien J.
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 104.55kg
Appearance:
In Desert Armor:
In Civvies:
Tall and having a bearing befitting his stature as an elite Soldier, Damien generally wears simple clothes when off duty and not in his BDU's or his Full Assault Gear. When in Civilian clothes, the Soldier prefers loose-fitting black slacks and a long-sleeve shirt, usually something that's a primary color, without any ultraviolet or other additions for beings that could see in other spectrums of light. During the day, Damien wears Wraparound Sunglasses that hide his eyes with their black, mirrored lenses, and can often be found listening to music on a small portable player.
On the top of his head, Damien possesses little hair, his black locks shorn off in a prime example of military efficiency, leaving a thin, black stubble on the top of his head. He is constantly clean-shaven, and his tanned skin offsets his deep Blue eyes. When not in Full Assault gear, his clothes tend to hide the muscularly toned body beneath them.
Birth place: Abregado-rae, Capital City
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 4
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: +3
Damien isn't a biased man, however, he has a strict set of morals and principals, and follows them religiously.
Bio:
Birth - Age Ten
Born to an unassuming family that lived and worked on Abregado-rae, mining the valuable Electrum that bubbled from under the surface of the planet and selling it to the highest bidder. By the time that Damien was born, his father had bought out the company they had worked for and began to provide for his entire family in a way that hadn't been expected. In such a manner, The young man's first few years were marked by a rather extravagant lifestyle. Butlers, Chefs, Personal Trainers for his mother and Father, nothing was too much, and in such a way, the Baby was lavished, until he reached Two years old.
Finding out that his Wife had been using the personal training for a Far more Vigorous workout then he had been hired to give, and without so much as a wooden credit to her name, Damien's mother and the Toddler were out of His father's life. Bartering away several of her Jewels and other items, His mother bought their way out of the Abregado system, to Duro, and from there to Kuat. Once on Kuat, She ran out of Items to barter with, and began to work for the Shipyards that surrounded the planet, determined to get her boy offplanet, all the way to Coruscant.
It took her nearly seven years to earn the money that she needed, and Picking up all of their belongings and boarding a Freighter, the Now Ten year old Damien and his mother left Kuat, arriving on Coruscant within a Standard week and Finding work quickly on the City-Planet. While his Mother worked as a Waitress in a small Tapcafe, Damien resumed schooling on Coruscant, Working after school in order to make some spare cash to hoard away, his biggest weakness being an unusual attachment to money, the final trace of his father's influence. With what money he did manage to save, Damien Enrolled in a Martial Combat Training program, and began to learn, without his mother's permission, how to Fight in a Hand-Hand combat situation...and win. When his mother discovered the classes, she forbade him to continue doing them and so he stopped.
11-15
Still on Coruscant, still working hard to help support himself and his mother, Damien now worked two jobs, as a Delivery Boy and as a Stockroom worker, putting what strength he had been able to build during his short stint learning to Fight to good use. With both Damien and his mother working, their living conditions started to improve slightly, enabling them to move out of a Hovel and into a Decent apartment complex. While working, Damien still attended school, Getting grades that were slightly below Average, which prompted the remark on a Status Report "While Intelligent, Damien tends to be overly focused on his life outside of school, which seems to prevent him from completing his Homework."
15-18 (Enlistment)
His teacher's report seemed to hang over Damien's head for the rest of his School career, his mother pushing him to do better, because he could, and as such Damien's Grades began to slowly improve, until he was in the top 20th percentile of his class at Graduation, a major feat for a boy who's only known roots were in poverty. Damien's mother had never told him anything about his father, other then that he was gone, and not to worry about him. After Graduation from School, he was approached by a Recruiter for the Republic's Armed Forces and offered a secure job and a decent salary if he would enlist. Telling the man that he would need a few days to think about it, he went home to his mother and told her, asking her opinion.
It was with a sigh that Damien's mother told him that it was his choice, that it was his decision and not hers to make, and so after a sleepless night, his head filled with debates, Damien made his decision. The next day, He and his mother went to the Recruiter's office and Damien enlisted for 4 years of service in the Galactic Republic's Small Army, nothing more then Peacekeepers and Special Units really. His first year would be spent in Training, and for Four Years of Service he was promised a rank of Private First Class, with higher promotion possible at the Will of his officers or upon Re-Enlistment.
18-20 (Basic Training)
A week after signing his enlistment papers, Damien reported for the first time for basic Training, the end of his Childhood going out with a minor splat of Mud against his feet as he and the other Trainees that had enlisted were taken offworld and began their training. It was Grueling, tedious, sometimes mindless work. Endless pushups, never-ending physical trials, obstacle courses and Hand to Hand combat basics that would be the base of the entire rest of their training. After the first few months, the group of a hundred were separated into Squads of Ten and began Teamwork exercises and weapons Training, starting with Melee weapons such as knives and Vibroblades, then slowly moving to Blaster Rifles and other, more specialized weapons.
It was during Teamwork/Squad Training that Damien began to shine, becoming squad leader after showing great potential during a Survival exercise and continuing to use that potential as the Training continued. For over a year the Men were trained, each squad finally Graduating the Basic Training and Either moving into the Infantry Division, the Space Marine Division that would Serve on Starships or moving on to special Training. Damien's Squad was one of the latter, chosen to continue training for a newer style of Specialized combat, the H.A.L.O. Troopers.
20-22 (Special Training/First Tour)
As his squad was transferred to the command of a Lieutenant who had worked with the H.A.L.O. Program before, taking troopers that had undergone basic Training and converting them into Specialized troopers with a Single mission goal. H.A.L.O. means "High Altitude, Low Opening" which refers to the Drop pods used by the troopers to enter Atmosphere, discharging the Troopers a mere 2000 feet above the surface of the Planet, usually into Heavy fire situations.
So for this situation, Damien's Squad was trained, and being the dependable leader, he managed to earn a promotion under the Lieutenant's command, Rising to a Noncom Rank of Corporal during the Training period, as a means to reinforce his status among the men that he had worked with since BT.
After another year's worth of the specialized Training, the Squad was given an official Designation, the 782nd Airborn, and since there was no call for their specialized Talents at the moment, they were assigned as Space Marines, Used to Guard Ports, Ships in Transit and other things. With their Designation, however, came much pride for the men of the Unit, and especially so for Damien, who felt that his leadership and his men's skills had gotten them through it all, and that they had done it together.
For two whole years, Damien and the 782nd Patrolled Spaceports, worked aboard Starships and Just generally Trained and kept their skills sharp in the off chance that their skills would be needed. One day, exactly Four years from the day they had all met, they were approached by their Lt. and another Officer, a Colonel. He had come to inform them that their enlistment time was up, and that if they desired, they were free to go back home. None of the men Volunteered to go back home. Most had set their minds to becoming Career military men, and as such, they all Reenlisted, for another ten years, instead of the usual Four. As had been promised to Damien, upon his Reenlistment, he was promoted again, this time to the rank of Sergeant, with the promise of Quick promotion if the Men were ever called into combat.
RP Sample:
Alpha team, check in he heard his own, roughly digitized voice come in over his own headset. Not even a second passed before the seven other men on his squad called in, reporting locations, weapons status and other information as they had been trained to do as they had gone through basic training. The man smiled, his helmet off, his face streaked with green and brown as he raised his Blaster Rifle, one of the newer models that his unit was afforded, being specialized. Triggering two Short bursts of Static through the comm, Damien shifted his stance, putting him into a Crouch as he and his men advanced on their Target, Firing short, quick Bursts towards the Dimly-lit Plastisteel and Duracrete building that was their Target.
Gathering around the Doorway, The unit paused, looking to Damien, who pulled his helmet on and popped his neck. "Let's Give 'em a good 'ello" he muttered, Aiming his Blaster at the Door's entry panel and loosing two shots into the Cluttered wiring, causing it to Open. It took three seconds for his men to File in, Weapons at the ready, and following them, Damien smirked at the Soldiers inside, all wearing Dress Uniforms. 782nd Airborn, Company 'Alpha' he said, Removing his helmet once more and Snapping to attention. Atten-SHUN. At the sound of his words, his men snapped to, Rifles returning to their Shouldered position, Hands moving to their sides.
Turning back to the Men that were inside of the stormed Building, Damien saluted respectfully. Gentlemen, I present my troops to you, Ready and Willing to Serve and follow orders. I hope this Demo was to your Liking?
Department: Special Forces, RRD (Rapid Response and Deployment) H.A.L.O.A.T.W. (High Altitude Low Open Advanced Tactics warfare)
Rank: Second Lieutenant
Name: Second Lieutenant Meesha, Damien J.
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 104.55kg
Appearance:
In Desert Armor:
In Civvies:
Tall and having a bearing befitting his stature as an elite Soldier, Damien generally wears simple clothes when off duty and not in his BDU's or his Full Assault Gear. When in Civilian clothes, the Soldier prefers loose-fitting black slacks and a long-sleeve shirt, usually something that's a primary color, without any ultraviolet or other additions for beings that could see in other spectrums of light. During the day, Damien wears Wraparound Sunglasses that hide his eyes with their black, mirrored lenses, and can often be found listening to music on a small portable player.
On the top of his head, Damien possesses little hair, his black locks shorn off in a prime example of military efficiency, leaving a thin, black stubble on the top of his head. He is constantly clean-shaven, and his tanned skin offsets his deep Blue eyes. When not in Full Assault gear, his clothes tend to hide the muscularly toned body beneath them.
Birth place: Abregado-rae, Capital City
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 4
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: +3
Damien isn't a biased man, however, he has a strict set of morals and principals, and follows them religiously.
Bio:
Birth - Age Ten
Born to an unassuming family that lived and worked on Abregado-rae, mining the valuable Electrum that bubbled from under the surface of the planet and selling it to the highest bidder. By the time that Damien was born, his father had bought out the company they had worked for and began to provide for his entire family in a way that hadn't been expected. In such a manner, The young man's first few years were marked by a rather extravagant lifestyle. Butlers, Chefs, Personal Trainers for his mother and Father, nothing was too much, and in such a way, the Baby was lavished, until he reached Two years old.
Finding out that his Wife had been using the personal training for a Far more Vigorous workout then he had been hired to give, and without so much as a wooden credit to her name, Damien's mother and the Toddler were out of His father's life. Bartering away several of her Jewels and other items, His mother bought their way out of the Abregado system, to Duro, and from there to Kuat. Once on Kuat, She ran out of Items to barter with, and began to work for the Shipyards that surrounded the planet, determined to get her boy offplanet, all the way to Coruscant.
It took her nearly seven years to earn the money that she needed, and Picking up all of their belongings and boarding a Freighter, the Now Ten year old Damien and his mother left Kuat, arriving on Coruscant within a Standard week and Finding work quickly on the City-Planet. While his Mother worked as a Waitress in a small Tapcafe, Damien resumed schooling on Coruscant, Working after school in order to make some spare cash to hoard away, his biggest weakness being an unusual attachment to money, the final trace of his father's influence. With what money he did manage to save, Damien Enrolled in a Martial Combat Training program, and began to learn, without his mother's permission, how to Fight in a Hand-Hand combat situation...and win. When his mother discovered the classes, she forbade him to continue doing them and so he stopped.
11-15
Still on Coruscant, still working hard to help support himself and his mother, Damien now worked two jobs, as a Delivery Boy and as a Stockroom worker, putting what strength he had been able to build during his short stint learning to Fight to good use. With both Damien and his mother working, their living conditions started to improve slightly, enabling them to move out of a Hovel and into a Decent apartment complex. While working, Damien still attended school, Getting grades that were slightly below Average, which prompted the remark on a Status Report "While Intelligent, Damien tends to be overly focused on his life outside of school, which seems to prevent him from completing his Homework."
15-18 (Enlistment)
His teacher's report seemed to hang over Damien's head for the rest of his School career, his mother pushing him to do better, because he could, and as such Damien's Grades began to slowly improve, until he was in the top 20th percentile of his class at Graduation, a major feat for a boy who's only known roots were in poverty. Damien's mother had never told him anything about his father, other then that he was gone, and not to worry about him. After Graduation from School, he was approached by a Recruiter for the Republic's Armed Forces and offered a secure job and a decent salary if he would enlist. Telling the man that he would need a few days to think about it, he went home to his mother and told her, asking her opinion.
It was with a sigh that Damien's mother told him that it was his choice, that it was his decision and not hers to make, and so after a sleepless night, his head filled with debates, Damien made his decision. The next day, He and his mother went to the Recruiter's office and Damien enlisted for 4 years of service in the Galactic Republic's Small Army, nothing more then Peacekeepers and Special Units really. His first year would be spent in Training, and for Four Years of Service he was promised a rank of Private First Class, with higher promotion possible at the Will of his officers or upon Re-Enlistment.
18-20 (Basic Training)
A week after signing his enlistment papers, Damien reported for the first time for basic Training, the end of his Childhood going out with a minor splat of Mud against his feet as he and the other Trainees that had enlisted were taken offworld and began their training. It was Grueling, tedious, sometimes mindless work. Endless pushups, never-ending physical trials, obstacle courses and Hand to Hand combat basics that would be the base of the entire rest of their training. After the first few months, the group of a hundred were separated into Squads of Ten and began Teamwork exercises and weapons Training, starting with Melee weapons such as knives and Vibroblades, then slowly moving to Blaster Rifles and other, more specialized weapons.
It was during Teamwork/Squad Training that Damien began to shine, becoming squad leader after showing great potential during a Survival exercise and continuing to use that potential as the Training continued. For over a year the Men were trained, each squad finally Graduating the Basic Training and Either moving into the Infantry Division, the Space Marine Division that would Serve on Starships or moving on to special Training. Damien's Squad was one of the latter, chosen to continue training for a newer style of Specialized combat, the H.A.L.O. Troopers.
20-22 (Special Training/First Tour)
As his squad was transferred to the command of a Lieutenant who had worked with the H.A.L.O. Program before, taking troopers that had undergone basic Training and converting them into Specialized troopers with a Single mission goal. H.A.L.O. means "High Altitude, Low Opening" which refers to the Drop pods used by the troopers to enter Atmosphere, discharging the Troopers a mere 2000 feet above the surface of the Planet, usually into Heavy fire situations.
So for this situation, Damien's Squad was trained, and being the dependable leader, he managed to earn a promotion under the Lieutenant's command, Rising to a Noncom Rank of Corporal during the Training period, as a means to reinforce his status among the men that he had worked with since BT.
After another year's worth of the specialized Training, the Squad was given an official Designation, the 782nd Airborn, and since there was no call for their specialized Talents at the moment, they were assigned as Space Marines, Used to Guard Ports, Ships in Transit and other things. With their Designation, however, came much pride for the men of the Unit, and especially so for Damien, who felt that his leadership and his men's skills had gotten them through it all, and that they had done it together.
For two whole years, Damien and the 782nd Patrolled Spaceports, worked aboard Starships and Just generally Trained and kept their skills sharp in the off chance that their skills would be needed. One day, exactly Four years from the day they had all met, they were approached by their Lt. and another Officer, a Colonel. He had come to inform them that their enlistment time was up, and that if they desired, they were free to go back home. None of the men Volunteered to go back home. Most had set their minds to becoming Career military men, and as such, they all Reenlisted, for another ten years, instead of the usual Four. As had been promised to Damien, upon his Reenlistment, he was promoted again, this time to the rank of Sergeant, with the promise of Quick promotion if the Men were ever called into combat.
RP Sample:
Alpha team, check in he heard his own, roughly digitized voice come in over his own headset. Not even a second passed before the seven other men on his squad called in, reporting locations, weapons status and other information as they had been trained to do as they had gone through basic training. The man smiled, his helmet off, his face streaked with green and brown as he raised his Blaster Rifle, one of the newer models that his unit was afforded, being specialized. Triggering two Short bursts of Static through the comm, Damien shifted his stance, putting him into a Crouch as he and his men advanced on their Target, Firing short, quick Bursts towards the Dimly-lit Plastisteel and Duracrete building that was their Target.
Gathering around the Doorway, The unit paused, looking to Damien, who pulled his helmet on and popped his neck. "Let's Give 'em a good 'ello" he muttered, Aiming his Blaster at the Door's entry panel and loosing two shots into the Cluttered wiring, causing it to Open. It took three seconds for his men to File in, Weapons at the ready, and following them, Damien smirked at the Soldiers inside, all wearing Dress Uniforms. 782nd Airborn, Company 'Alpha' he said, Removing his helmet once more and Snapping to attention. Atten-SHUN. At the sound of his words, his men snapped to, Rifles returning to their Shouldered position, Hands moving to their sides.
Turning back to the Men that were inside of the stormed Building, Damien saluted respectfully. Gentlemen, I present my troops to you, Ready and Willing to Serve and follow orders. I hope this Demo was to your Liking?
