Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 24, 2009 22:05:31 GMT -5
Faction: Republic
Department: Navy (NAVSPECWAR)
Rank: Commander
Name: Crassus Vossk
Race: Zeltron
Age: 29
Height: 6'
Weight: 180lbs
Appearance:
Crassus, like most other Zeltron has deep red skin. However, the man does not have red hair like most other Zeltron, he dyed his hair jet black, only leaving traces and hints of his natural hair color in thin streaks. He has no freckles, birthmarks, or really imperfections to speak of, save one. He has a long and jagged scar on his right forearm. Crass also has the small tattoo of a rabbit on the right side of his chest. Normally, he wouldn't have even thought of getting a tattoo, but he was under the influence of alcohol at the time. A lot of alcohol.
Birth place: Zeltros
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: +2
Skills:
Ace Piloting
Ship Repair and Upkeep
Force-Sensitive
Equipment:
XM-12 ACS {linkeh}
m55 Blaster Pistol (thigh holster, attached to Space Flight Suit)
m12 Combat knife (Waist scabbard, right side)
Bio:
Crassus was born into the royalty of Zeltros. He was pampered from his very first breath out of the womb, almost constantly being surrounded by maids catering to his every cry and whine. At birth he and his twin sister, Sera, were both given a midichlorian test at the hospital. It was common place seeing as they were born on a civilized inner rim world. He was determined to have well over the average amount of midichlorians and a possible Jedi candidate, while his twin sister was not. His father outright refused to send his newborn son to the Jedi, though, Crassus may not have been his first born son but he loved him all the same.
The coming years were full of new experiences; First words, first steps, first solid food. It was a fun and peaceful time for Crass and Sera to say the least. There childhood would be shattered by variables outside their control, however, King Vossk was not a very popular monarch among the people.
They revolted when he was only 9. His father managed to get the Sera and Crass off world in separate shuttles. It would be the last time that Crass would see his sister's face for nearly two decades.
Like Sera's transport, the one that was transporting Crass was intercepted by Pirates before it could reach its destination. Unlike Sera, however, he was not taken into slavery, but offered to join their crew. Crass, being old and smart enough to weigh the options (join or die) joined up with the crew and started a new chapter in his life....
Unfortunately for the young Zeltron the pirates took him in for more then just the potential prospect of having a young new crew member. They had heard that Zeltrons could impose emotions on others... this would prove useful when interrogating ship captains or crew about the locations of smuggling compartments or hidden stashes. He ended up being forced to watch his captors toture countless people... both for information and for pleasure. This has left a few deep emotional scars that he hides through a happy-go-lucky facade.
A few years later Crass was 15 and found himself about to "interrogate" the captain of a smuggling ship for the location of the secret compartments. At first he refused to do it, but was forced to torture the man after the crew offered the age old choice of "Do or Die".
Over the 5 years he was forced to torture more and more people. After the second or third he both got good at it and began to take a little pleasure in the acts that he was no longer "forced" to commit. This would later be the source of a considerable amount of turmoil in Crass' life, for the longest time he viewed life as worthless... meaningless... he went through a period of depression that would go on until Essex Norma convinced him otherwise. Essex Norma. Her parents were spacers that were unfortunately caught by Crass' crew... she was taken from her ship and her cooling parents. They were going to send her to Nal Hutta to be sold into slavery.
Crass was the one to guard her cell. Between the late night talks and her stunning beauty it did not take long for the young Zeltron to grow infatuated with Ess. A few days before the pirate crew hit Nal Hutta they had to stop off at another world to unload some cargo. He took this opportunity to break Ess out and flee from the pirates. He took his love to the nearest unregistered transport and fled the planet with her.
They spent the next 3 years in hiding, the pirates weren't necessarily looking for the two, but they wouldn't risk being found by any bounty hunters looking for a potential price on their head. During this period Ess got Crass to forgive himself for the things that he did to the people when he was younger. For the first time in nearly 10 years Crass was happy. Truly happpy. Unfortunately this feeling of happiness would not last, a bounty hunter caught up with the two.
He was out gathering supplies for their little camp when the bounty hunter came. The man didn't kill her right away, he simply held her at gunpoint until Crass returned. When he did the man looked over at him and smiled... Ess took the opportunity to draw her blaster pistol and fire more then a few bolts into the man. Before the man died he shot a single burst into her chest. She died in Crass' arms.
It felt like time would never heal the wound that he had endured. He decided to join the republic military... it would be a noble way to die. He went through boot camp with relative ease.
Crass was now a brand new Sailor... and he found a way to release some of the grief that was pent up inside of him: Girls. More then a few times the boy got in trouble with the military for having relations with the female crew members. He was demoted once or twice, but other then that command didn't really take harsh action with the boy.
In truth, the boy had always had a minor interest in flying, but for obvious reasons he never really got the chance to hop in a starship and fly it around. Crassus graduated flight school at the top of his class, he was given an automatic promotion to LTG, and choice to go wherever he wanted to go in the Navy. He chose a merry little cruiser christened "The Ardent". He spent the next 5 years on that ship in the fabled VFA-103 or the "Jolly Rodgers" under Commander Zeitzev.
During those years the storm of horomones raging inside him actually calmed. He was actually acting relatively mature... for the first time in his life. Crass was actually beginning to progress faster in his military career as well. His wingman, or wing-woman if you will, was a blind woman by the name of Shenhua Noriega. She was young, beautiful, and an incredibly skilled pilot. Surprisingly though, they were never romantically involved, but they were incredibly good friends... he trusted her with his life. Over the course of a few years they developed a minor force connection. This would connection would prove to save his life later on.
One mission he was on a sortie to take out some pirate armor for the ground pounders when he got jumped by a rebel flight of interceptors. Alone. He was shot down and hit the deck at nearly 400 miles per hour, yet he was able to limp away from the crash. Crass was stuck there with a broken leg for nearly 2 and half weeks, and was almost constantly evading rebel patrols. Shen had greatly helped the search and rescue team due to their mutual connection in the Force, the team found him sitting next to a tree with a serious infection in his leg muttering incoherently. He died on the trip back to the Ardent, but luckily they had kolto. Lots of kolto.
It took a solid week in the kolto tube for Crassus to recover, and much to his dismay he still had to wear a cast on his leg for 5 months. On top of that when he awoke Shenhua was transferred off of the ship. For those 5 months he took to helping the mechanics outfit, repair, and upkeep the birds that kept him and his friends space borne... he still refuses to let a starfighter mechanic upkeep his aircraft.
Crass found himself to have a new outlook on life after the crash... since Ess' death he had sunk back into the belief that life was pointless. After the crash he found himself valuing even the smallest and most wretched life. To him life was the best gift from the force... more then a few times he found himself escorting a wounded enemy back to his base.
4 years later he found himself a Lieutenant Commander and a garritrooper, and much to his dismay every single transfer request he put out was quickly shut down. One day he was flying a patrol around Coruscant when he heard that a Dark Jedi and an sniper had freed a traitorous major that was slated for execution, he arrived just as the two escaped... the sniper was in a different position. He was lucky too, a few moments earlier and the Dark Jedi would have destroyed his mind with the Force Scream that he used to kill the pursuing soldiers.
Less then a week later he was assigned to the Aegis where he was to start and lead the VFA-433 Squadron and put in the cockpit of a particularly nasty new experimental strike fighter: The XSF-47. The NAVSPECWAR command had thrown in the best of the best of the best into the project dubbed "Aegis". Unbeknownst to the now 29 year old Zeltron he would meet a fairly odd, yet attractive chiss woman named Rahja Kel and meet up with his old friend, Shenhua Noriega
His station on the Aegis was extremely short lived, however, he was barely stationed on the ship long enough to attend the briefing to their first mission. He was promoted to Commander and put in command of a ship that was fresh off of the assembly line, the SDE-01 Ascension.
The man's short station on ships seemed to be a trend, as shortly after the Ascension's maiden voyage he was pulled away from captaining the vessel and put into a Navy's special program. One that involved tested and tried combat pilots doubling as a rapid response infantry force. The training was rigorous and tiring, and it lasted nearly an entire year of his life... but he got through it. He'd been through far worse in his life. During this time, he became proficient in CQC and moderately skilled in EOD (explosive ordinance disposal).
Much to his surprise, this wasn't just some special training for the Navy. The army took him, and slowly changed him into what the program called, "The Hellhounds." They were a group dedicated to silencing rebels and dissidents to the Republic before they grew into a larger threat. Though, he was still officially attached to the Navy... he still worked for them.
The man was notified that his first assignment was to fly for another hellhound. Their name or gender wasn't specified to him, just a location. Though they were kind enough to give him a ship for the deed, a very good ship indeed.
RP Sample:
Crassus was about to begin his quick decent to the target when a glint of metal on the sun caugh his eye. Then another. Then 2 more. He cursed quietly as he looked down at the sensor display... it reported 4 rebel interceptors where inbound. He barely had time to mutter a curse before the shrill whine of the computer warned him of an inbound missile rang in his ears.
Without a word he yanked the nose of his Talon towards the deck and hit the afterburner, hoping to lose the missile. Suddenly a cloud of opaque air coned around the fuselage of his fighter and a loud bang resonated from nowhere as his fighter crashed through the sound barrier. When the whine finally subsided Crass kicked his nose up and fired a salvo of concussion missiles at the rival interceptors. 2 Explosions quickly dotted the sky. He quickly intercepted two of the assailants and began a game of cat and mouse that lasted for what seemed like a life time.
At towards the end of this game one of the interceptors was behind him... he lost track of the other. The screech of a sensor lock warning blared in his ears, but the pilot waited before firing one of his last missiles... he was savoring the moment.
"Here's something you can't do."
He smirked as he used his fighter design to wrench his nose up while keeping the aft end of his craft moving foreward. At the end of this maneuver he found himself moving nearly 1000kph backwards, but his airspeed was plummeting. He quickly began to blast the living Dark Side out of the enemy interceptor with his rapid fire laser cannon. The enemy fighter was quickly and brutally vaporized.
Unfortunately Crass now found himself in a stall. Just as he recovered the last interceptor swiped him with its lasers, it nearly hit his cockpit and tore his right wing to shreds. He began the long and drawn out process of a high altitude crash landing. He tired to eject, but the mechanism was damaged in when the enemy strafed him. He keyed his comm, the man sounded surprisngly calm in spite of the circumstances. This would probably be the last time many of them would hear him alive.
"Jolly Squad this is Rabbit, I am-uhh-going down, repeat going down. Eject-o-seat is non-functional. Computer reads that my crash site will be grid number..."
He trailed off, forcing his eyes to focus on the highlighted area of his map display as the world twirled around his cockpit. He began to black-out as the high gees forced the blood out of his head, he would pass out fairly quickly, probably a few seconds.
"Grid number... 32N25W7642, repeat, 32N25W7...."
He trailed off as a tunnel of pure black consumed his vision and he slowly went unconscious.
--Six hours later--
His eyes snapped open as he sat in his fighter, he mustered all of his strength to break the canopy open so that he could escape. He tried to stand but found it incredibly painful, no, nigh impossible. His leg was shattered and bloodied, along with more then a few bones in his body.
It would be a long two weeks.
Department: Navy (NAVSPECWAR)
Rank: Commander
Name: Crassus Vossk
Race: Zeltron
Age: 29
Height: 6'
Weight: 180lbs
Appearance:
Crassus, like most other Zeltron has deep red skin. However, the man does not have red hair like most other Zeltron, he dyed his hair jet black, only leaving traces and hints of his natural hair color in thin streaks. He has no freckles, birthmarks, or really imperfections to speak of, save one. He has a long and jagged scar on his right forearm. Crass also has the small tattoo of a rabbit on the right side of his chest. Normally, he wouldn't have even thought of getting a tattoo, but he was under the influence of alcohol at the time. A lot of alcohol.
Birth place: Zeltros
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: +2
Skills:
Ace Piloting
Ship Repair and Upkeep
Force-Sensitive
Equipment:
XM-12 ACS {linkeh}
m55 Blaster Pistol (thigh holster, attached to Space Flight Suit)
m12 Combat knife (Waist scabbard, right side)
Bio:
Birth - 9
Crassus was born into the royalty of Zeltros. He was pampered from his very first breath out of the womb, almost constantly being surrounded by maids catering to his every cry and whine. At birth he and his twin sister, Sera, were both given a midichlorian test at the hospital. It was common place seeing as they were born on a civilized inner rim world. He was determined to have well over the average amount of midichlorians and a possible Jedi candidate, while his twin sister was not. His father outright refused to send his newborn son to the Jedi, though, Crassus may not have been his first born son but he loved him all the same.
The coming years were full of new experiences; First words, first steps, first solid food. It was a fun and peaceful time for Crass and Sera to say the least. There childhood would be shattered by variables outside their control, however, King Vossk was not a very popular monarch among the people.
They revolted when he was only 9. His father managed to get the Sera and Crass off world in separate shuttles. It would be the last time that Crass would see his sister's face for nearly two decades.
Like Sera's transport, the one that was transporting Crass was intercepted by Pirates before it could reach its destination. Unlike Sera, however, he was not taken into slavery, but offered to join their crew. Crass, being old and smart enough to weigh the options (join or die) joined up with the crew and started a new chapter in his life....
9 - 18
Unfortunately for the young Zeltron the pirates took him in for more then just the potential prospect of having a young new crew member. They had heard that Zeltrons could impose emotions on others... this would prove useful when interrogating ship captains or crew about the locations of smuggling compartments or hidden stashes. He ended up being forced to watch his captors toture countless people... both for information and for pleasure. This has left a few deep emotional scars that he hides through a happy-go-lucky facade.
A few years later Crass was 15 and found himself about to "interrogate" the captain of a smuggling ship for the location of the secret compartments. At first he refused to do it, but was forced to torture the man after the crew offered the age old choice of "Do or Die".
Over the 5 years he was forced to torture more and more people. After the second or third he both got good at it and began to take a little pleasure in the acts that he was no longer "forced" to commit. This would later be the source of a considerable amount of turmoil in Crass' life, for the longest time he viewed life as worthless... meaningless... he went through a period of depression that would go on until Essex Norma convinced him otherwise. Essex Norma. Her parents were spacers that were unfortunately caught by Crass' crew... she was taken from her ship and her cooling parents. They were going to send her to Nal Hutta to be sold into slavery.
Crass was the one to guard her cell. Between the late night talks and her stunning beauty it did not take long for the young Zeltron to grow infatuated with Ess. A few days before the pirate crew hit Nal Hutta they had to stop off at another world to unload some cargo. He took this opportunity to break Ess out and flee from the pirates. He took his love to the nearest unregistered transport and fled the planet with her.
They spent the next 3 years in hiding, the pirates weren't necessarily looking for the two, but they wouldn't risk being found by any bounty hunters looking for a potential price on their head. During this period Ess got Crass to forgive himself for the things that he did to the people when he was younger. For the first time in nearly 10 years Crass was happy. Truly happpy. Unfortunately this feeling of happiness would not last, a bounty hunter caught up with the two.
He was out gathering supplies for their little camp when the bounty hunter came. The man didn't kill her right away, he simply held her at gunpoint until Crass returned. When he did the man looked over at him and smiled... Ess took the opportunity to draw her blaster pistol and fire more then a few bolts into the man. Before the man died he shot a single burst into her chest. She died in Crass' arms.
It felt like time would never heal the wound that he had endured. He decided to join the republic military... it would be a noble way to die. He went through boot camp with relative ease.
18 - 24
Crass was now a brand new Sailor... and he found a way to release some of the grief that was pent up inside of him: Girls. More then a few times the boy got in trouble with the military for having relations with the female crew members. He was demoted once or twice, but other then that command didn't really take harsh action with the boy.
In truth, the boy had always had a minor interest in flying, but for obvious reasons he never really got the chance to hop in a starship and fly it around. Crassus graduated flight school at the top of his class, he was given an automatic promotion to LTG, and choice to go wherever he wanted to go in the Navy. He chose a merry little cruiser christened "The Ardent". He spent the next 5 years on that ship in the fabled VFA-103 or the "Jolly Rodgers" under Commander Zeitzev.
During those years the storm of horomones raging inside him actually calmed. He was actually acting relatively mature... for the first time in his life. Crass was actually beginning to progress faster in his military career as well. His wingman, or wing-woman if you will, was a blind woman by the name of Shenhua Noriega. She was young, beautiful, and an incredibly skilled pilot. Surprisingly though, they were never romantically involved, but they were incredibly good friends... he trusted her with his life. Over the course of a few years they developed a minor force connection. This would connection would prove to save his life later on.
One mission he was on a sortie to take out some pirate armor for the ground pounders when he got jumped by a rebel flight of interceptors. Alone. He was shot down and hit the deck at nearly 400 miles per hour, yet he was able to limp away from the crash. Crass was stuck there with a broken leg for nearly 2 and half weeks, and was almost constantly evading rebel patrols. Shen had greatly helped the search and rescue team due to their mutual connection in the Force, the team found him sitting next to a tree with a serious infection in his leg muttering incoherently. He died on the trip back to the Ardent, but luckily they had kolto. Lots of kolto.
24 - 29
It took a solid week in the kolto tube for Crassus to recover, and much to his dismay he still had to wear a cast on his leg for 5 months. On top of that when he awoke Shenhua was transferred off of the ship. For those 5 months he took to helping the mechanics outfit, repair, and upkeep the birds that kept him and his friends space borne... he still refuses to let a starfighter mechanic upkeep his aircraft.
Crass found himself to have a new outlook on life after the crash... since Ess' death he had sunk back into the belief that life was pointless. After the crash he found himself valuing even the smallest and most wretched life. To him life was the best gift from the force... more then a few times he found himself escorting a wounded enemy back to his base.
4 years later he found himself a Lieutenant Commander and a garritrooper, and much to his dismay every single transfer request he put out was quickly shut down. One day he was flying a patrol around Coruscant when he heard that a Dark Jedi and an sniper had freed a traitorous major that was slated for execution, he arrived just as the two escaped... the sniper was in a different position. He was lucky too, a few moments earlier and the Dark Jedi would have destroyed his mind with the Force Scream that he used to kill the pursuing soldiers.
29 -
Less then a week later he was assigned to the Aegis where he was to start and lead the VFA-433 Squadron and put in the cockpit of a particularly nasty new experimental strike fighter: The XSF-47. The NAVSPECWAR command had thrown in the best of the best of the best into the project dubbed "Aegis". Unbeknownst to the now 29 year old Zeltron he would meet a fairly odd, yet attractive chiss woman named Rahja Kel and meet up with his old friend, Shenhua Noriega
His station on the Aegis was extremely short lived, however, he was barely stationed on the ship long enough to attend the briefing to their first mission. He was promoted to Commander and put in command of a ship that was fresh off of the assembly line, the SDE-01 Ascension.
The man's short station on ships seemed to be a trend, as shortly after the Ascension's maiden voyage he was pulled away from captaining the vessel and put into a Navy's special program. One that involved tested and tried combat pilots doubling as a rapid response infantry force. The training was rigorous and tiring, and it lasted nearly an entire year of his life... but he got through it. He'd been through far worse in his life. During this time, he became proficient in CQC and moderately skilled in EOD (explosive ordinance disposal).
Much to his surprise, this wasn't just some special training for the Navy. The army took him, and slowly changed him into what the program called, "The Hellhounds." They were a group dedicated to silencing rebels and dissidents to the Republic before they grew into a larger threat. Though, he was still officially attached to the Navy... he still worked for them.
The man was notified that his first assignment was to fly for another hellhound. Their name or gender wasn't specified to him, just a location. Though they were kind enough to give him a ship for the deed, a very good ship indeed.
RP Sample:
Crassus was about to begin his quick decent to the target when a glint of metal on the sun caugh his eye. Then another. Then 2 more. He cursed quietly as he looked down at the sensor display... it reported 4 rebel interceptors where inbound. He barely had time to mutter a curse before the shrill whine of the computer warned him of an inbound missile rang in his ears.
Without a word he yanked the nose of his Talon towards the deck and hit the afterburner, hoping to lose the missile. Suddenly a cloud of opaque air coned around the fuselage of his fighter and a loud bang resonated from nowhere as his fighter crashed through the sound barrier. When the whine finally subsided Crass kicked his nose up and fired a salvo of concussion missiles at the rival interceptors. 2 Explosions quickly dotted the sky. He quickly intercepted two of the assailants and began a game of cat and mouse that lasted for what seemed like a life time.
At towards the end of this game one of the interceptors was behind him... he lost track of the other. The screech of a sensor lock warning blared in his ears, but the pilot waited before firing one of his last missiles... he was savoring the moment.
"Here's something you can't do."
He smirked as he used his fighter design to wrench his nose up while keeping the aft end of his craft moving foreward. At the end of this maneuver he found himself moving nearly 1000kph backwards, but his airspeed was plummeting. He quickly began to blast the living Dark Side out of the enemy interceptor with his rapid fire laser cannon. The enemy fighter was quickly and brutally vaporized.
Unfortunately Crass now found himself in a stall. Just as he recovered the last interceptor swiped him with its lasers, it nearly hit his cockpit and tore his right wing to shreds. He began the long and drawn out process of a high altitude crash landing. He tired to eject, but the mechanism was damaged in when the enemy strafed him. He keyed his comm, the man sounded surprisngly calm in spite of the circumstances. This would probably be the last time many of them would hear him alive.
"Jolly Squad this is Rabbit, I am-uhh-going down, repeat going down. Eject-o-seat is non-functional. Computer reads that my crash site will be grid number..."
He trailed off, forcing his eyes to focus on the highlighted area of his map display as the world twirled around his cockpit. He began to black-out as the high gees forced the blood out of his head, he would pass out fairly quickly, probably a few seconds.
"Grid number... 32N25W7642, repeat, 32N25W7...."
He trailed off as a tunnel of pure black consumed his vision and he slowly went unconscious.
--Six hours later--
His eyes snapped open as he sat in his fighter, he mustered all of his strength to break the canopy open so that he could escape. He tried to stand but found it incredibly painful, no, nigh impossible. His leg was shattered and bloodied, along with more then a few bones in his body.
It would be a long two weeks.
