Post by Derriphan on May 27, 2010 20:09:16 GMT -5
Password: bantha
Character permission N/A
Name: Raphael ’Chuckles’ Stone
Race: Human
Age: 37
Height: 5’11
Weight: 200 pounds
Birth place: Coruscant
Appearance:
Stone as they like to call him stands at five feet and eleven inches and weighs in at two hundred pounds. A reason he weighs more and does not look it is because of the cybernetic replacements that he has in his body. He had a completely cybernetic eye which is his left eye and is covered by a patch when not in use. His left arm from the shoulder down is completely cybernetic, and part of his left leg. Of course his left arm and the part of his left leg is covered by synthetic skin that is undistinguishable from his regular skin.
Taking the blunt of the blow from a grenade he has several scars all across his body. Which he decided to keep to almost brag about in a way. No scars were across his back only on the front half of his body, cuts and scrapes going all across his body from the neck down and an unlucky piece that had pierced his helmet and taken away his sight in his left eye. His hair is black and it is kept with a short buzz in a military style even now a days despite his discharge from the military. Along with a clean shave to keep the look.
With his military history he has a muscular body. For the soul reason that he trained every day before his accident and even still to this day he trains to keep his fit body. He has high cheek bones and a bigger nose than a normal person. His right eye is brown and his left eye of course has no color due to it being a cybernetic enhancement more than a replacement.
Personality:
Stone was quite the goofball in the military. Although when it came down to his job he took it more serious than anything. He was a trained sniper in a special ops force that consisted of six people. Each had their own specialty and his of course was sniping. Being the goofball of the group he was the one always to crack a joke or look at a dead body and comment on what the person was wearing or their sense of style. A rather positive out look on life even when times were grim and that’s what often kept the team going in even the most impossible of missions.
Although his lax life style and goofball ways had changed dramatically when a explosive popped up in front of him. Sending him to the hospital with a different aspect in life. Now a days he lost his goofball ways and took life as a whole more seriously. He held all live near and dear to him rather it be friend or foe. Looking for non-lethal ways to take down people and only killing them if they tried to kill him in turn. Besides being quite serious with only a touch of his goofball ways left he was also a flirt now that he was retired.
Having dedicated half of his life to the military force he was a flirty man who wanted to settle down with a woman. Only once in his life had he ever had a love and that was before he was deployed into the army and started earning his way up the chain of command. His girl friend had loved him dearly and he her, showing that he was quite the romancer, but once he was deployed it was only within the first year that she left him. So he dedicated his life to the army but of course no he is retired and has entered his own flirty ways again in the hopes of settling down. A goofball, serious, no-none sense, romancing, son-of-a-gun there wasn’t much else that described him.
Occupation: Unemployed
Rank: N/A
Bio:
Stone’s life started out like any others. He was born to two loving parents. A stay at home mom and a dad who was in the military. The branch of the military that he was in was the army, and at this point in time he had already gained the rank Staff Sergeant. For several generations the Stone family had been a part of the military and they were known for their impressive skills. The skills of leadership, power, loyalty to the military and other such feats of military prowess.
One morning in particular the Jedi had coming knocking at the door of the stones. Expressing their interest in the young boy of only three, explaining to the parents that he was force sensitive and they wanted to train him in the Jedi ways. The parents humbly declined, explaining to them that he was going to be a military boy one day and they wanted him to grow up normally rather than with the teachings of the Jedi. Of course the Jedi being as humble as they were bowed their heads respectfully and left. His mother and father kept the force sensitivity a secret from their son, wanting him to live a normal life as a respected citizen rather than live life as a lonely Jedi.
When his dad was on leave he was with his mother. His mother would teach him how to cook, clean, and other skills around the house that he could use when he was older and live independently. When his father came home he would learn the skills of a solider and his father was strict while his mother was lax. Strict in such ways that his father was more of a drill sergeant than he was a father. Pushing his son to do the best that he could in a day to day life. Waking him up at five in the morning for breakfast and to train with his father. To keep the boy in top shape all of his life, and this is usually how life was at home. When his father was away his mother would let him sleep in, she wouldn’t force the boy to do chores around the house or anything of the such. She just wanted him to enjoy life as a kid as it lasted. This was a secret kept between the two as far as the father knew the mother was just as strict as he was.
When ever his father was home from the military they would also take many trips to forested planets to learn survival skills, and his mother despite the fact she was a stay at home mom knew her way around herbs and plants. Which ones were right to eat, so when his father was asleep his mom would often further his skills in survival. He almost spent an equal time between the two, the time spent with his father while he was home and the time spent with his mother while his father was on leave. While on these forested planets there had been a few occurrences of his force sensitivity. Such as one point in time an animal had stalked the couple as they looked for a suitable spot to camp. Pointing out the animal sneaking in the bushes and his dad dealing with it with a single blaster bolt. Of course his family knew what their son had the potential to do but he still didn’t and they wanted to keep it that way.
At school he made friends with several other kids whose mothers or fathers were also in the military. He always had a small group of friends. Their mothers or fathers knew his mother and father in some shape or form so it was a close knit group of friends and family friends. In his school years many people looked up to him as a role model. He was a good student and he was also good at sports. Pushing himself to be the best at what ever he did. Raphael and his friends had formed a group called “Sons and Daughters of those who serve” it was a close knit family group and this is where he made all his friends. His school years were easy, he was an above average student in intelligence and he graduated a year earlier than his friends.
The only mentionable fact about his high school career was the name he left for himself there and the girl friend that left him behind. Being in high school for only three years he loved a certain women, but after telling her what he wanted to do with his life and how much he was going to be away she left him. His girlfriend went by the name of Maria, and she was also a military child. Her father and mother were both a part of the military and she had spent a good amount of her life with her grand parents. She hated the fact she was away from them for such long periods of time, and would not go through the same thing with him being on leave. Thus the reason she admittedly broke it off with him as he expressed him ambition in life.
Pushing his regular life behind him at the age of seventeen he enrolled himself in a boot camp. Which he took for several months and as soon as he finished boot camp he continued to push himself. His father retired from Staff Sergeant and he came home to further excel his own son in the military. Teaching him everything he knew in the final months before he turned eighteen. His son being an above average intelligence absorbed the information like a sponge.
Now that he was eighteen he enrolled himself in the military, the same one that his dad was in. Of course because of the lineage of his family and his father being a Staff Sergeant he was given the rank of Corporal because of how well he tested. Instantly he was put on many missions, this is were his force sensitivity really reared its head. As he was put into missions he started to get odd feelings. More along the lines of if a deal was fishy or if their might be an ambush. It was a sense he was never really sure about, and something he soon realized he had felt all his life.
Never really mentioning it to himself or his parents he just took it as a sixth sense, nothing to tell anyone about but to pay attention to his as his life went on. One such fishy mission was when him and a squad were en-route to a position that they were to fortify. Little did they know the com had been infiltrated and the coordinates that they had received were falsified and it would of put them right in the middle of enemy infested territory. He told all of them not to go, but only a few listened and the rest listened to the orders they were given. Of course like his gut had told them the people who had went were surrounded on all sides and they were killed cruelly by the enemy. Of course the ambushers were ambushed themselves! Stone had the people who had stayed behind managed to take out the two to one odds and came back as hero’s despite their lost brethren. Of course it wasn’t too long that he was promoted to Sergeant then Staff Sergeant. Gaining each rank within a year of one another. Corporal at eighteen, Sergeant at nineteen then Staff Sergeant at twenty, already being equal with his father in rank.
Of course the military had an eye on Stone. Any mission he was ever put on was successful and his gut feelings were always right. One night as he was home on leave from his house a Black Ops Commander told him that he wanted to offer a proposition. Stone being a curious one took it and they were soon in the military base in a room with the commander. The Commander said he was organizing a team, a Black Ops team to do missions that had to remain secretive. Each person in the team had their own specialization. Demolitions, Sniper, Melee Weapons, Unarmed combat, vehicles, and stealth combat, and he wanted Stone to take the position of Sniper for this six man group. With but a nod of his head and a signing of a contract he was enrolled in. Within the year he perfected the ways of being a sniper, now being the age of twenty-two. Moving targets, being in a moving vehicle shooting moving targets, stealth, how to leave no evidence and the such. Most of his sniping career was learned from experience.
Quickly in his Black Ops career he earned a name for himself for taking the most serious of situations and making them down right hilarious. The name he earned for himself was Chuckles. He would constantly comment on the style of clothing they wore, how they were shot, or things they would say before they died. It was just something to keep the group lively and it kept them alive through many almost near death missions. The missions consisted of capture, kill, interrogate, or just plain investigate using top notch military gear. Another aspect of his force sensitivity reared its head up through interrogation. Stone could tell when a person was lying, not absolutely sure what they were lying about but they were lying period. Out of all the years of doing missions no one ever died and the team remained the same. Every mission was a successful one no matter how difficult it may seemed. Of course everything changed on his last mission in the Black Ops and he was now at the age of thirty-five.
They were com linked to take a specific route to a high risk target. En route to the target Raphael felt that funny feeling in the pit of his gut. The minute that feeling triggered a small explosive shot up from the ground right in the face of his Commander. At the last minute he grabbed onto the back of his Commanders armor and threw him out of harms way. Taking the very blunt of the blow of the explosive. The very force of the blow tore his left arm from its socket, a scream escaping from his lips that was not heard as the explosive also tore his left leg off from the top of the knee down. Several bones in his right arm, right leg, along his torso and the rest of his body were broken severely. A single piece of shrapnel managed to break through his helmet, going into his left eye and destroying it entirely. All this damage left him unconscious.
The group quickly called in a small ship to carry the group. Accessing the severity of damages they decided the best course of action would be to take him to a Jedi Healer their own medic on the ship suggested it was the best course of action if they wanted him to live through the night. While en route to the Jedi Healer his wounds were picked clean of the shrapnel and his wounds were bandaged. Then once the Jedi Healer arrived the moment they got there she started to heal the man of his wounds. Which took a period of several days before they were fully clothed, although the broken bones would take much longer. Before all this had happened he had gave one of his dear friends in the Black Ops the power to over look him if he went down in battle.
This friend looked at his missing arm, part missing leg, and his missing eye. The man decided that the entire arm and part of the leg would be replaced with a slightly modified general prosthetic. Enough room put into the prosthetic just to hold a small item such as a small blaster or a small knife. It was something the friend decided would be appropriate if and when he came back to the Black Ops. The last and least thing to decide on was his eye. It could magnify similar to a rifle scope and could see in night vision also heat vision. While still unconscious the replacements had been added, and over the next several weeks he was watched over by the Healer to make sure he lived. Finally when he came to he opened his right eye and looked straight ahead. A sudden rush came over him, thinking he was still in battle he sat bolt up straight and quickly surveyed the room.
It took him a minute but he realized he was safe. Laying back down the pain of it all washed over him from the sudden jerking movement. Flexing his left hands fingers it felt weird. Turning his face to the women she told him what happened. Of course he was some what horrified by what happened, but was glad his friends had lived with only minor injuries. That he had taken almost all of the blow and suffered massive damage to his body. A month of being in the hospital he was finally released, and a small celebration was held. His five team mates, a select few other high ranking officers and his parents were all invited. That day he was presented with a medal of honor, for sacrificing his life for his team, and for giving his eighteen years to the military and Black Ops. Of course despite the happiness this all brought him he also had some what of a doubt in him. His now cybernetic left arm, part of his left leg and eye was alright with the military but in this day in age other people looked down at him because of it. Cybernetics were a taboo, but he could only shrug his shoulders in his minds eye and live with the choice he had made.
After the small celebration he sat down in a apartment that was paid for by the military and he was now given a monthly check to live on until he gained his feet back. It was going to take some time getting used to his cybernetic parts and they thought it right for all he had given to them to at least give him this. Now he was going to live a more simple life or so he hoped. He was thinking of something more along the lines of a security guard for a small company or maybe he’d join the police force. Honestly he didn’t know how his life was going to play out now and he was just going to take it day by day. After he had settled himself down at home the same women who had healed him arrived at his house. She thought it proper that she tell him he had was force sensitive.
She also told him that it was likely when he was younger that the Jedi had come for him at some point and his parents had declined there offer. Also telling him that he could of been a Jedi like her but it was impossible now to really train his force powers because of his age. The only reason she had waited this long to tell him she thought it was more of a private matter and had wanted to come to his home and tell him where no ears would hear of it. Of course she also said if he ever had any questions that he was more than welcome to ask her, giving him a number he could contact her by. Once again he was left with an even more complicated situations. Cybernetics, force sensitivity, could his life get any more weird?
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 7
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 0
Body: 0
Sense: 3
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Alignment: +6
RP Sample:
Stone was going out for the day. He decided to head to one of his favorite bars for a few drinks and a good bite to eat. Like always he kept himself armed with a small blaster that could kill or stun someone who tried to mug him. It could kill but he always kept the notch on stun, he didn’t believe in killing as much since he had suffered from the explosive that had just happened this year. It was hard to believe that half a life time ago he had just enrolled himself into the military but he pushed those thoughts into the back of his mind as he entered his favorite bar. Sitting down in his seat the bartender sat down his usual.
Something in the back of his mind told him that something was coming and at that moment he jerked his head to the left and a fist came up to the right. His right hand came up and grabbed it roughly as he quickly had the mans hand behind his back and was gripping it so hard that the bone strained under his grip. Keeping him in that position he took him outside, letting him go he kicked him straight in the ass which caused him to fall straight down onto his face. Quickly taking out his blaster he shot him once with a stun bolt just to show that if you did the crime you did the time!
Going back into the bar he grabbed his drink and chugged it down. Tossing the change onto bar as he exited it. Maybe he’d go to a place that wasn’t so aggressive? Nodding at what he decided he went to a decent restaurant that always had a guard or two in it. It was just to keep the place safe and that’s all he wanted it. To enjoy himself, have a nice meal and not fight with anyone.
Character permission N/A
Name: Raphael ’Chuckles’ Stone
Race: Human
Age: 37
Height: 5’11
Weight: 200 pounds
Birth place: Coruscant
Appearance:
Stone as they like to call him stands at five feet and eleven inches and weighs in at two hundred pounds. A reason he weighs more and does not look it is because of the cybernetic replacements that he has in his body. He had a completely cybernetic eye which is his left eye and is covered by a patch when not in use. His left arm from the shoulder down is completely cybernetic, and part of his left leg. Of course his left arm and the part of his left leg is covered by synthetic skin that is undistinguishable from his regular skin.
Taking the blunt of the blow from a grenade he has several scars all across his body. Which he decided to keep to almost brag about in a way. No scars were across his back only on the front half of his body, cuts and scrapes going all across his body from the neck down and an unlucky piece that had pierced his helmet and taken away his sight in his left eye. His hair is black and it is kept with a short buzz in a military style even now a days despite his discharge from the military. Along with a clean shave to keep the look.
With his military history he has a muscular body. For the soul reason that he trained every day before his accident and even still to this day he trains to keep his fit body. He has high cheek bones and a bigger nose than a normal person. His right eye is brown and his left eye of course has no color due to it being a cybernetic enhancement more than a replacement.
Personality:
Stone was quite the goofball in the military. Although when it came down to his job he took it more serious than anything. He was a trained sniper in a special ops force that consisted of six people. Each had their own specialty and his of course was sniping. Being the goofball of the group he was the one always to crack a joke or look at a dead body and comment on what the person was wearing or their sense of style. A rather positive out look on life even when times were grim and that’s what often kept the team going in even the most impossible of missions.
Although his lax life style and goofball ways had changed dramatically when a explosive popped up in front of him. Sending him to the hospital with a different aspect in life. Now a days he lost his goofball ways and took life as a whole more seriously. He held all live near and dear to him rather it be friend or foe. Looking for non-lethal ways to take down people and only killing them if they tried to kill him in turn. Besides being quite serious with only a touch of his goofball ways left he was also a flirt now that he was retired.
Having dedicated half of his life to the military force he was a flirty man who wanted to settle down with a woman. Only once in his life had he ever had a love and that was before he was deployed into the army and started earning his way up the chain of command. His girl friend had loved him dearly and he her, showing that he was quite the romancer, but once he was deployed it was only within the first year that she left him. So he dedicated his life to the army but of course no he is retired and has entered his own flirty ways again in the hopes of settling down. A goofball, serious, no-none sense, romancing, son-of-a-gun there wasn’t much else that described him.
Occupation: Unemployed
Rank: N/A
Bio:
Stone’s life started out like any others. He was born to two loving parents. A stay at home mom and a dad who was in the military. The branch of the military that he was in was the army, and at this point in time he had already gained the rank Staff Sergeant. For several generations the Stone family had been a part of the military and they were known for their impressive skills. The skills of leadership, power, loyalty to the military and other such feats of military prowess.
One morning in particular the Jedi had coming knocking at the door of the stones. Expressing their interest in the young boy of only three, explaining to the parents that he was force sensitive and they wanted to train him in the Jedi ways. The parents humbly declined, explaining to them that he was going to be a military boy one day and they wanted him to grow up normally rather than with the teachings of the Jedi. Of course the Jedi being as humble as they were bowed their heads respectfully and left. His mother and father kept the force sensitivity a secret from their son, wanting him to live a normal life as a respected citizen rather than live life as a lonely Jedi.
When his dad was on leave he was with his mother. His mother would teach him how to cook, clean, and other skills around the house that he could use when he was older and live independently. When his father came home he would learn the skills of a solider and his father was strict while his mother was lax. Strict in such ways that his father was more of a drill sergeant than he was a father. Pushing his son to do the best that he could in a day to day life. Waking him up at five in the morning for breakfast and to train with his father. To keep the boy in top shape all of his life, and this is usually how life was at home. When his father was away his mother would let him sleep in, she wouldn’t force the boy to do chores around the house or anything of the such. She just wanted him to enjoy life as a kid as it lasted. This was a secret kept between the two as far as the father knew the mother was just as strict as he was.
When ever his father was home from the military they would also take many trips to forested planets to learn survival skills, and his mother despite the fact she was a stay at home mom knew her way around herbs and plants. Which ones were right to eat, so when his father was asleep his mom would often further his skills in survival. He almost spent an equal time between the two, the time spent with his father while he was home and the time spent with his mother while his father was on leave. While on these forested planets there had been a few occurrences of his force sensitivity. Such as one point in time an animal had stalked the couple as they looked for a suitable spot to camp. Pointing out the animal sneaking in the bushes and his dad dealing with it with a single blaster bolt. Of course his family knew what their son had the potential to do but he still didn’t and they wanted to keep it that way.
At school he made friends with several other kids whose mothers or fathers were also in the military. He always had a small group of friends. Their mothers or fathers knew his mother and father in some shape or form so it was a close knit group of friends and family friends. In his school years many people looked up to him as a role model. He was a good student and he was also good at sports. Pushing himself to be the best at what ever he did. Raphael and his friends had formed a group called “Sons and Daughters of those who serve” it was a close knit family group and this is where he made all his friends. His school years were easy, he was an above average student in intelligence and he graduated a year earlier than his friends.
The only mentionable fact about his high school career was the name he left for himself there and the girl friend that left him behind. Being in high school for only three years he loved a certain women, but after telling her what he wanted to do with his life and how much he was going to be away she left him. His girlfriend went by the name of Maria, and she was also a military child. Her father and mother were both a part of the military and she had spent a good amount of her life with her grand parents. She hated the fact she was away from them for such long periods of time, and would not go through the same thing with him being on leave. Thus the reason she admittedly broke it off with him as he expressed him ambition in life.
Pushing his regular life behind him at the age of seventeen he enrolled himself in a boot camp. Which he took for several months and as soon as he finished boot camp he continued to push himself. His father retired from Staff Sergeant and he came home to further excel his own son in the military. Teaching him everything he knew in the final months before he turned eighteen. His son being an above average intelligence absorbed the information like a sponge.
Now that he was eighteen he enrolled himself in the military, the same one that his dad was in. Of course because of the lineage of his family and his father being a Staff Sergeant he was given the rank of Corporal because of how well he tested. Instantly he was put on many missions, this is were his force sensitivity really reared its head. As he was put into missions he started to get odd feelings. More along the lines of if a deal was fishy or if their might be an ambush. It was a sense he was never really sure about, and something he soon realized he had felt all his life.
Never really mentioning it to himself or his parents he just took it as a sixth sense, nothing to tell anyone about but to pay attention to his as his life went on. One such fishy mission was when him and a squad were en-route to a position that they were to fortify. Little did they know the com had been infiltrated and the coordinates that they had received were falsified and it would of put them right in the middle of enemy infested territory. He told all of them not to go, but only a few listened and the rest listened to the orders they were given. Of course like his gut had told them the people who had went were surrounded on all sides and they were killed cruelly by the enemy. Of course the ambushers were ambushed themselves! Stone had the people who had stayed behind managed to take out the two to one odds and came back as hero’s despite their lost brethren. Of course it wasn’t too long that he was promoted to Sergeant then Staff Sergeant. Gaining each rank within a year of one another. Corporal at eighteen, Sergeant at nineteen then Staff Sergeant at twenty, already being equal with his father in rank.
Of course the military had an eye on Stone. Any mission he was ever put on was successful and his gut feelings were always right. One night as he was home on leave from his house a Black Ops Commander told him that he wanted to offer a proposition. Stone being a curious one took it and they were soon in the military base in a room with the commander. The Commander said he was organizing a team, a Black Ops team to do missions that had to remain secretive. Each person in the team had their own specialization. Demolitions, Sniper, Melee Weapons, Unarmed combat, vehicles, and stealth combat, and he wanted Stone to take the position of Sniper for this six man group. With but a nod of his head and a signing of a contract he was enrolled in. Within the year he perfected the ways of being a sniper, now being the age of twenty-two. Moving targets, being in a moving vehicle shooting moving targets, stealth, how to leave no evidence and the such. Most of his sniping career was learned from experience.
Quickly in his Black Ops career he earned a name for himself for taking the most serious of situations and making them down right hilarious. The name he earned for himself was Chuckles. He would constantly comment on the style of clothing they wore, how they were shot, or things they would say before they died. It was just something to keep the group lively and it kept them alive through many almost near death missions. The missions consisted of capture, kill, interrogate, or just plain investigate using top notch military gear. Another aspect of his force sensitivity reared its head up through interrogation. Stone could tell when a person was lying, not absolutely sure what they were lying about but they were lying period. Out of all the years of doing missions no one ever died and the team remained the same. Every mission was a successful one no matter how difficult it may seemed. Of course everything changed on his last mission in the Black Ops and he was now at the age of thirty-five.
They were com linked to take a specific route to a high risk target. En route to the target Raphael felt that funny feeling in the pit of his gut. The minute that feeling triggered a small explosive shot up from the ground right in the face of his Commander. At the last minute he grabbed onto the back of his Commanders armor and threw him out of harms way. Taking the very blunt of the blow of the explosive. The very force of the blow tore his left arm from its socket, a scream escaping from his lips that was not heard as the explosive also tore his left leg off from the top of the knee down. Several bones in his right arm, right leg, along his torso and the rest of his body were broken severely. A single piece of shrapnel managed to break through his helmet, going into his left eye and destroying it entirely. All this damage left him unconscious.
The group quickly called in a small ship to carry the group. Accessing the severity of damages they decided the best course of action would be to take him to a Jedi Healer their own medic on the ship suggested it was the best course of action if they wanted him to live through the night. While en route to the Jedi Healer his wounds were picked clean of the shrapnel and his wounds were bandaged. Then once the Jedi Healer arrived the moment they got there she started to heal the man of his wounds. Which took a period of several days before they were fully clothed, although the broken bones would take much longer. Before all this had happened he had gave one of his dear friends in the Black Ops the power to over look him if he went down in battle.
This friend looked at his missing arm, part missing leg, and his missing eye. The man decided that the entire arm and part of the leg would be replaced with a slightly modified general prosthetic. Enough room put into the prosthetic just to hold a small item such as a small blaster or a small knife. It was something the friend decided would be appropriate if and when he came back to the Black Ops. The last and least thing to decide on was his eye. It could magnify similar to a rifle scope and could see in night vision also heat vision. While still unconscious the replacements had been added, and over the next several weeks he was watched over by the Healer to make sure he lived. Finally when he came to he opened his right eye and looked straight ahead. A sudden rush came over him, thinking he was still in battle he sat bolt up straight and quickly surveyed the room.
It took him a minute but he realized he was safe. Laying back down the pain of it all washed over him from the sudden jerking movement. Flexing his left hands fingers it felt weird. Turning his face to the women she told him what happened. Of course he was some what horrified by what happened, but was glad his friends had lived with only minor injuries. That he had taken almost all of the blow and suffered massive damage to his body. A month of being in the hospital he was finally released, and a small celebration was held. His five team mates, a select few other high ranking officers and his parents were all invited. That day he was presented with a medal of honor, for sacrificing his life for his team, and for giving his eighteen years to the military and Black Ops. Of course despite the happiness this all brought him he also had some what of a doubt in him. His now cybernetic left arm, part of his left leg and eye was alright with the military but in this day in age other people looked down at him because of it. Cybernetics were a taboo, but he could only shrug his shoulders in his minds eye and live with the choice he had made.
After the small celebration he sat down in a apartment that was paid for by the military and he was now given a monthly check to live on until he gained his feet back. It was going to take some time getting used to his cybernetic parts and they thought it right for all he had given to them to at least give him this. Now he was going to live a more simple life or so he hoped. He was thinking of something more along the lines of a security guard for a small company or maybe he’d join the police force. Honestly he didn’t know how his life was going to play out now and he was just going to take it day by day. After he had settled himself down at home the same women who had healed him arrived at his house. She thought it proper that she tell him he had was force sensitive.
She also told him that it was likely when he was younger that the Jedi had come for him at some point and his parents had declined there offer. Also telling him that he could of been a Jedi like her but it was impossible now to really train his force powers because of his age. The only reason she had waited this long to tell him she thought it was more of a private matter and had wanted to come to his home and tell him where no ears would hear of it. Of course she also said if he ever had any questions that he was more than welcome to ask her, giving him a number he could contact her by. Once again he was left with an even more complicated situations. Cybernetics, force sensitivity, could his life get any more weird?
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 7
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 0
Body: 0
Sense: 3
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Alignment: +6
RP Sample:
Stone was going out for the day. He decided to head to one of his favorite bars for a few drinks and a good bite to eat. Like always he kept himself armed with a small blaster that could kill or stun someone who tried to mug him. It could kill but he always kept the notch on stun, he didn’t believe in killing as much since he had suffered from the explosive that had just happened this year. It was hard to believe that half a life time ago he had just enrolled himself into the military but he pushed those thoughts into the back of his mind as he entered his favorite bar. Sitting down in his seat the bartender sat down his usual.
Something in the back of his mind told him that something was coming and at that moment he jerked his head to the left and a fist came up to the right. His right hand came up and grabbed it roughly as he quickly had the mans hand behind his back and was gripping it so hard that the bone strained under his grip. Keeping him in that position he took him outside, letting him go he kicked him straight in the ass which caused him to fall straight down onto his face. Quickly taking out his blaster he shot him once with a stun bolt just to show that if you did the crime you did the time!
Going back into the bar he grabbed his drink and chugged it down. Tossing the change onto bar as he exited it. Maybe he’d go to a place that wasn’t so aggressive? Nodding at what he decided he went to a decent restaurant that always had a guard or two in it. It was just to keep the place safe and that’s all he wanted it. To enjoy himself, have a nice meal and not fight with anyone.
Anyway, what you have is good.