Post by Moonfire on Sept 4, 2012 14:22:31 GMT -5
Faction: Republic
Department: Special Operations Department
Rank: Sergeant
Name: Lila Styles
Race: Zeltron
Age: 33
Height: 5’10
Weight: 180lbs
Birth place: Zeltros
Appearance:
Lila is at first glance a lot to take in. Tall and generously curved, she is anything but slender, large muscles filling out her hourglass shape. Heavy armour, weapons and assault training have changed her once willowy teenaged body into a strong, powerful woman’s over the course of her military career. When not tied back and concealed by her helmet, Lila’s dark blue hair is left loose and about her face in wild waves contrasting pleasantly against the deep pink of her skin.
At almost any given time Lila can be found clad in her heavy armour, a specially modified variety for added armour plating and heat resistance. Colored a dark blue that during fire missions is caked black with soot. Beneath it she wears a form fitting neon green flight suit, only to make up for the Republic refusing to allow her to parade around in neon assault armour.
When off duty Lila surprisingly has a very limited wardrobe, a career woman most of her outfits consist of old wife-beater style tank tops and cargo shorts in an array of washed out colors. She does have a fondness for patterned socks of vivid colors and interesting images, though they’re mostly concealed by her boots.
In a word, supremely Amazonian, Style frequently forgets her size, bumping into things at toppling them over at random much to her chagrin. Prone to speaking with her hands her gun will flail about as she speaks excitedly, her voice a booming laugh. A mischievous smile almost always lingers on her face.
Personality:
Gregarious and boisterous to a fault, Lila genuinely likes people, despite her loud and almost gruff interactions with them. Shes always the first one to call out to a friend in the chow hall, or get a game of cards going at camp, eager to make friends, tell stories and be amongst good company. Despite her over all friendly manner, many find her frankness off putting.
Without a moment of hesitation, Lila will state what shes thinking in its purest form, no censor. Many in the military appreciate this trait while she has a hard time maintaining friendships outside of the Army, not that there is anyone outside the service worth her time anyways.
A colorful story teller, Lila enjoys talking about past missions and making jokes, trying to play up the drama as much as possible. Entertaining is her favorite thing to do, making even the most tragic failed mission sound like a thrilling adventure they sadly missed.
Purely, and without guilt Styles enjoys her work. She enjoys the structure of the military, the camaraderie of being in a squad, and while she isn’t particularly devoted to the cause of the Republic she is fiercely loyal to the men and women beside her. Brother and sisters in arms, the bond is thicker than any blood or water in her book.
It is of course worthy of note that Sgt. Lila Styles has a fascination with fire. The rush of watching something burn away, the flames licking over its edges is almost intoxicating, a wide smile across her face as she clears through brush and dense jungle, smoking out pirates. The pure awesome power of a flame is something she understands deeply.
Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 7
Bio:
Lila was born on the pleasure world of Zeltros nearly indistinguishable from any of the other children of the world. Her mother the wife of a successful Republic senator, was a doing and attentive mother, though her influence was short lived. When Lila was barely three years of age her mother, a woman with a fondness for boating, was caught in a terrible storm upon one of the vast man-made reservoirs on Zeltros and despite a noble attempt to find her; Miriam’s body was never recovered.
Lila’s father, Jor, loved the young girl greatly and was quite happy to shower her with attention, unfortunately his duties often kept him off world for long stretches of time and the raising of the young girl was often in the hands of the families’ nanny. For Lila’s part she mostly found the nanny, a tottering old woman who frequently told stories about her youth as a young party goer, amusing as she rushed about on an average day to get the young girl ready for classes. The Zeltron attended a local private academy where she underwent her education, and while being an intelligent girl she rarely had interest in the scholarly pursuits.
Her father's position brought many strange and wonderful people to the family home. These visitors often included military personnel from the Republic and though their presence was fleeting their impact on the young girl was not. The men and women often away from their own homes would often bring the then still small girl candy or other small gifts and their pressed uniforms and sparkling medals always caught Lila’s eye. There was something special about these people, their duty, their sacrifice, and lets not forget the adventure.
Around her seventh birthday, largely unknown to Lila, her father was threatened by a Republic militant group. In response the Republic saw fit to assign a few Republic military personal to her father’s normal Zetron PDF unit.
This small group of three officers was under the command of at that time a junior captain. Captain Myra Calway was new to her rank, but was considered something of a minor hero within the republic after having been instrumental in the destruction of a pirate band. Lila was drawn to her from the beginning attracted by the captains bearing, but also her her kindness to the girl. The threat to her father continued to loom over them for several more years and during that time Lila began to view Myra as something of a mentor and a older sister and Myra for her part was quite willing to play the part for the girl.
As Lila grew older and entered her adolescent years she grew less focused on her studies preferring to focus on hanging out with the local boys than on her books. Worst still the girl began picking fights generally over trivial matters of line cuts or sneered looks. Even Myra’s influence couldn’t stop the wild girl and her father fretted over what to do to curb her impulses.
It was ultimately on then Colonel Calway’s suggestion that brought Lila to the Republic Recruitment Depto on Zeltron the week after her 18th birthday. Her father had wanted her to attend university, but the woman’s heart wasn’t behind that option and the opinion from her mentor was she needed more, not less, structure. With the signing of a few bits of paper work she joined the Republic Army leaving just a few weeks later for a dusty training camp on Ryloth. It took a several weeks for the Zeltron to settle into the military life, but eventually she did leaving basic with only a few minor marks against her and entering one of the Republic’s infantry regiments.
Her first two years in the military was taxing, but incredibly rewarding. Exotic locations, interesting people, so many places one could fit in. Lila came to find her place, gravitating towards heavy armour and heavier weapons. As time passed, Lila discovered a fascination with fire on Thyferral, earning her the callsign FriendlyFire or FeFi.
Lila’s regiment was part of the inner reserves for the republic and thus despite many years of service her career was largely taken up by the humdrum of preparedness and barracks life, but increasing pressure by the sith empire finally began to change that course. Not long after her 30th birthday Sgt. Styles and her regiment were sent into the dense jungle world of Thyferral. The planet was now becoming an important holding to the Republic as the war put strain on the kolto supplies from Mannan and with the Republic navy straining just to protect the Republic’s borders the planet quickly became infested by a rather large pirate clan whom called the area in the planet's northern hemisphere home and routinely raided the bacta production and research facilities.
Lila was placed in command of a squad of men and asked to hack her way through the dense hostile jungle to reach one of the pirates smaller camps. The equipment issued by the republic for the mission quickly proved to be ill suited to the tasked asked of them by the men and particularly when they arrived at the enemy's compound and found it defended by a multitude of murder holes and wooden bulwarks. After a several day protracted siege the squad came under attack by a pirate counter attack including a large modified loader droid armed with a plasma flame thrower. During the battle several men were injured by the droid and it’s fire, but it was eventually brought down by concentrated blaster fire. Lila however was encouraged by the droids effort and with help from the group’s combat engineer jury rigged the flame thrower into a weapon to burn the pirates out of their holes and tunnels.
The campaign went on for several more months and towards the middle of it Lila was issued a flamethrower as where members of several other squads. The soldier’s ingenuity under fire was not missed for command, however and when her squad was recalled back to their garrison she was asked to enter the competition to join the republic special forces. The competition was rigorous, but she was eventually successful in being one of only four applicants accepted from the competition.
RP Sample:
Sgt. Lila Style's was in quite a pickle.
Shadows formed and shifted all around her in the shack turned interrogation room. Her head spun slightly, arms restrained and seated in uncomfortably in a rickety old chair as a nasty looking Balosar leaned close to her face, laughing darkly. The sargent's eyes blinked sluggishly open as she grappled with the events of the hours before. Another earth shattering smack to the face brought her forward, out of the haze of drifting consciousness as the memories came flooding back.
Pirates. Camp overrun, but they were easily pushed back by blaster fire. What had gone wrong? She wiggled lightly, a sudden rushing feeling of vulnerability settling over her. Her plate and durasteel was missing, only the thin flightsuit beneath left, dirty and torn in places as her cheeks stung hot and blood dribbled from her swollen lip.
"Yer' not so tuff now wit' out 'yer armor, eh, Chica?" Said the Balosar, a cigarette twirling between his fingers as he smiled. "Yousa scared? Ya should be." He laughed darkly again, taking a long drag off the cigarette as he appraised the zeltrsoian woman before her before slipping out a long jagged vibro-knife.
To his and his too companion's surprise the woman didn't whimper or cry or even yell. No, instead the curling edge of a smile slipped up the corners of her round lips before breaking out into a wide toothy grin.
"S-scared?" Styles sputtered, spitting out a glob of blood and saliva. "This ain't sh*t." A choking sort of laugh echoed to the pirate's surprise.
"Wat was dat, girlie?" The balosar growled, his eyes betraying his surprise. "Take us there."
"You heard me. This. Ain't. Sh*t. You want to hear about some bad bush? Go to a real war zone. Shili, that was some bad sh*t. Real bad. Those poor squidheads never had a chance, man. Explosions and riots, tribes at war, mothers smotherin' their babies in their cribs just to save 'em from dying of starvation. That," Violet eyes sparkled as she spoke, voice choking up again as the coppery taste of fresh blood filled her mouth.
With a loud and dramatic sputter she spit out again, a heaping glob of red streaked spit landed on the pirate's shoe, and she grinned a red grin, looking up at the pirates before her.
"That was some bad bush. But this? You? Hidin' in tree and shacks in the jungle? You're nothin'. Nothin' but some pansy *ss coward pirates."
The balosar growled louder, cigarette slipping from his lips onto the floor as he suddenly lunged forward, vibro-knife ready to sink into her throat. But Lila had been expecting it.
With a start she jumped up, her feet unrestrained as she turned, smashing and shattering the old chair into the balosar, his buzzing blade whizzing past her. His human companions jumped forward, startled by her surprising movement.
Hands still tied behind her back and onto the broken remains of her seat she kicked out with her booted feet, striking one human right in the sternum, the audible crunch of ribs echoed as her doubled over. The other dashed forward, a vibro-knife of his own in hand as she spun about, twisting and moving for that his knife, while grazing the soft flesh of her wrist sliced cleanly through her bindings.
Now free of her binding the woman lashed out, hands curled into fists as she struck the remaining human hard about the face and chest before a final kick to the thigh snapped his femur.
The pirates, completely subdued lay around her, one groaning, the others unconscious as she dusted off, running a hand through the tangled mess of her vivid blue hair. A vibro-knife skittered and buzzed across the floor at her feet, with light fingers she snatched it up and another.
Lightly tapping away the ash, Lila slipped the cigarette between her lips, walking quietly over the moaning human before crouching low next to him, twirling the knife between her fingers as she took a long drag of the cigarette.
"Well now bub, looks like its just you and me. Now, I gotta question for ya, you mind answerin' it for me?" She asked, slowly curling plumes of smoke seeping from the edges of her mouth before billowing out in a single whirling cloud.
The man only groaned, still clutching the crushed leg between his arms.
"Come on now, its not that bad. Let tell ya about Shili again, but it a little in perspective for ya. You just lay there and listen and think about where ya'll put my armour and my gun while I tell ya why I can't look them tentacle heads the same way anymore." She smiled again, the knife still twisting about in her fingers as she launched into a richly detailed account, the man groaning and gasping about a trunk in the cabinet all the while.
Department: Special Operations Department
Rank: Sergeant
Name: Lila Styles
Race: Zeltron
Age: 33
Height: 5’10
Weight: 180lbs
Birth place: Zeltros
Appearance:
Lila is at first glance a lot to take in. Tall and generously curved, she is anything but slender, large muscles filling out her hourglass shape. Heavy armour, weapons and assault training have changed her once willowy teenaged body into a strong, powerful woman’s over the course of her military career. When not tied back and concealed by her helmet, Lila’s dark blue hair is left loose and about her face in wild waves contrasting pleasantly against the deep pink of her skin.
At almost any given time Lila can be found clad in her heavy armour, a specially modified variety for added armour plating and heat resistance. Colored a dark blue that during fire missions is caked black with soot. Beneath it she wears a form fitting neon green flight suit, only to make up for the Republic refusing to allow her to parade around in neon assault armour.
When off duty Lila surprisingly has a very limited wardrobe, a career woman most of her outfits consist of old wife-beater style tank tops and cargo shorts in an array of washed out colors. She does have a fondness for patterned socks of vivid colors and interesting images, though they’re mostly concealed by her boots.
In a word, supremely Amazonian, Style frequently forgets her size, bumping into things at toppling them over at random much to her chagrin. Prone to speaking with her hands her gun will flail about as she speaks excitedly, her voice a booming laugh. A mischievous smile almost always lingers on her face.
Personality:
Gregarious and boisterous to a fault, Lila genuinely likes people, despite her loud and almost gruff interactions with them. Shes always the first one to call out to a friend in the chow hall, or get a game of cards going at camp, eager to make friends, tell stories and be amongst good company. Despite her over all friendly manner, many find her frankness off putting.
Without a moment of hesitation, Lila will state what shes thinking in its purest form, no censor. Many in the military appreciate this trait while she has a hard time maintaining friendships outside of the Army, not that there is anyone outside the service worth her time anyways.
A colorful story teller, Lila enjoys talking about past missions and making jokes, trying to play up the drama as much as possible. Entertaining is her favorite thing to do, making even the most tragic failed mission sound like a thrilling adventure they sadly missed.
Purely, and without guilt Styles enjoys her work. She enjoys the structure of the military, the camaraderie of being in a squad, and while she isn’t particularly devoted to the cause of the Republic she is fiercely loyal to the men and women beside her. Brother and sisters in arms, the bond is thicker than any blood or water in her book.
It is of course worthy of note that Sgt. Lila Styles has a fascination with fire. The rush of watching something burn away, the flames licking over its edges is almost intoxicating, a wide smile across her face as she clears through brush and dense jungle, smoking out pirates. The pure awesome power of a flame is something she understands deeply.
Skills:
- Heavy weapons
- Assault training
- Fire Control Training
- Story telling
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 7
Bio:
Lila was born on the pleasure world of Zeltros nearly indistinguishable from any of the other children of the world. Her mother the wife of a successful Republic senator, was a doing and attentive mother, though her influence was short lived. When Lila was barely three years of age her mother, a woman with a fondness for boating, was caught in a terrible storm upon one of the vast man-made reservoirs on Zeltros and despite a noble attempt to find her; Miriam’s body was never recovered.
Lila’s father, Jor, loved the young girl greatly and was quite happy to shower her with attention, unfortunately his duties often kept him off world for long stretches of time and the raising of the young girl was often in the hands of the families’ nanny. For Lila’s part she mostly found the nanny, a tottering old woman who frequently told stories about her youth as a young party goer, amusing as she rushed about on an average day to get the young girl ready for classes. The Zeltron attended a local private academy where she underwent her education, and while being an intelligent girl she rarely had interest in the scholarly pursuits.
Her father's position brought many strange and wonderful people to the family home. These visitors often included military personnel from the Republic and though their presence was fleeting their impact on the young girl was not. The men and women often away from their own homes would often bring the then still small girl candy or other small gifts and their pressed uniforms and sparkling medals always caught Lila’s eye. There was something special about these people, their duty, their sacrifice, and lets not forget the adventure.
Around her seventh birthday, largely unknown to Lila, her father was threatened by a Republic militant group. In response the Republic saw fit to assign a few Republic military personal to her father’s normal Zetron PDF unit.
This small group of three officers was under the command of at that time a junior captain. Captain Myra Calway was new to her rank, but was considered something of a minor hero within the republic after having been instrumental in the destruction of a pirate band. Lila was drawn to her from the beginning attracted by the captains bearing, but also her her kindness to the girl. The threat to her father continued to loom over them for several more years and during that time Lila began to view Myra as something of a mentor and a older sister and Myra for her part was quite willing to play the part for the girl.
As Lila grew older and entered her adolescent years she grew less focused on her studies preferring to focus on hanging out with the local boys than on her books. Worst still the girl began picking fights generally over trivial matters of line cuts or sneered looks. Even Myra’s influence couldn’t stop the wild girl and her father fretted over what to do to curb her impulses.
It was ultimately on then Colonel Calway’s suggestion that brought Lila to the Republic Recruitment Depto on Zeltron the week after her 18th birthday. Her father had wanted her to attend university, but the woman’s heart wasn’t behind that option and the opinion from her mentor was she needed more, not less, structure. With the signing of a few bits of paper work she joined the Republic Army leaving just a few weeks later for a dusty training camp on Ryloth. It took a several weeks for the Zeltron to settle into the military life, but eventually she did leaving basic with only a few minor marks against her and entering one of the Republic’s infantry regiments.
Her first two years in the military was taxing, but incredibly rewarding. Exotic locations, interesting people, so many places one could fit in. Lila came to find her place, gravitating towards heavy armour and heavier weapons. As time passed, Lila discovered a fascination with fire on Thyferral, earning her the callsign FriendlyFire or FeFi.
Lila’s regiment was part of the inner reserves for the republic and thus despite many years of service her career was largely taken up by the humdrum of preparedness and barracks life, but increasing pressure by the sith empire finally began to change that course. Not long after her 30th birthday Sgt. Styles and her regiment were sent into the dense jungle world of Thyferral. The planet was now becoming an important holding to the Republic as the war put strain on the kolto supplies from Mannan and with the Republic navy straining just to protect the Republic’s borders the planet quickly became infested by a rather large pirate clan whom called the area in the planet's northern hemisphere home and routinely raided the bacta production and research facilities.
Lila was placed in command of a squad of men and asked to hack her way through the dense hostile jungle to reach one of the pirates smaller camps. The equipment issued by the republic for the mission quickly proved to be ill suited to the tasked asked of them by the men and particularly when they arrived at the enemy's compound and found it defended by a multitude of murder holes and wooden bulwarks. After a several day protracted siege the squad came under attack by a pirate counter attack including a large modified loader droid armed with a plasma flame thrower. During the battle several men were injured by the droid and it’s fire, but it was eventually brought down by concentrated blaster fire. Lila however was encouraged by the droids effort and with help from the group’s combat engineer jury rigged the flame thrower into a weapon to burn the pirates out of their holes and tunnels.
The campaign went on for several more months and towards the middle of it Lila was issued a flamethrower as where members of several other squads. The soldier’s ingenuity under fire was not missed for command, however and when her squad was recalled back to their garrison she was asked to enter the competition to join the republic special forces. The competition was rigorous, but she was eventually successful in being one of only four applicants accepted from the competition.
RP Sample:
Sgt. Lila Style's was in quite a pickle.
Shadows formed and shifted all around her in the shack turned interrogation room. Her head spun slightly, arms restrained and seated in uncomfortably in a rickety old chair as a nasty looking Balosar leaned close to her face, laughing darkly. The sargent's eyes blinked sluggishly open as she grappled with the events of the hours before. Another earth shattering smack to the face brought her forward, out of the haze of drifting consciousness as the memories came flooding back.
Pirates. Camp overrun, but they were easily pushed back by blaster fire. What had gone wrong? She wiggled lightly, a sudden rushing feeling of vulnerability settling over her. Her plate and durasteel was missing, only the thin flightsuit beneath left, dirty and torn in places as her cheeks stung hot and blood dribbled from her swollen lip.
"Yer' not so tuff now wit' out 'yer armor, eh, Chica?" Said the Balosar, a cigarette twirling between his fingers as he smiled. "Yousa scared? Ya should be." He laughed darkly again, taking a long drag off the cigarette as he appraised the zeltrsoian woman before her before slipping out a long jagged vibro-knife.
To his and his too companion's surprise the woman didn't whimper or cry or even yell. No, instead the curling edge of a smile slipped up the corners of her round lips before breaking out into a wide toothy grin.
"S-scared?" Styles sputtered, spitting out a glob of blood and saliva. "This ain't sh*t." A choking sort of laugh echoed to the pirate's surprise.
"Wat was dat, girlie?" The balosar growled, his eyes betraying his surprise. "Take us there."
"You heard me. This. Ain't. Sh*t. You want to hear about some bad bush? Go to a real war zone. Shili, that was some bad sh*t. Real bad. Those poor squidheads never had a chance, man. Explosions and riots, tribes at war, mothers smotherin' their babies in their cribs just to save 'em from dying of starvation. That," Violet eyes sparkled as she spoke, voice choking up again as the coppery taste of fresh blood filled her mouth.
With a loud and dramatic sputter she spit out again, a heaping glob of red streaked spit landed on the pirate's shoe, and she grinned a red grin, looking up at the pirates before her.
"That was some bad bush. But this? You? Hidin' in tree and shacks in the jungle? You're nothin'. Nothin' but some pansy *ss coward pirates."
The balosar growled louder, cigarette slipping from his lips onto the floor as he suddenly lunged forward, vibro-knife ready to sink into her throat. But Lila had been expecting it.
With a start she jumped up, her feet unrestrained as she turned, smashing and shattering the old chair into the balosar, his buzzing blade whizzing past her. His human companions jumped forward, startled by her surprising movement.
Hands still tied behind her back and onto the broken remains of her seat she kicked out with her booted feet, striking one human right in the sternum, the audible crunch of ribs echoed as her doubled over. The other dashed forward, a vibro-knife of his own in hand as she spun about, twisting and moving for that his knife, while grazing the soft flesh of her wrist sliced cleanly through her bindings.
Now free of her binding the woman lashed out, hands curled into fists as she struck the remaining human hard about the face and chest before a final kick to the thigh snapped his femur.
The pirates, completely subdued lay around her, one groaning, the others unconscious as she dusted off, running a hand through the tangled mess of her vivid blue hair. A vibro-knife skittered and buzzed across the floor at her feet, with light fingers she snatched it up and another.
Lightly tapping away the ash, Lila slipped the cigarette between her lips, walking quietly over the moaning human before crouching low next to him, twirling the knife between her fingers as she took a long drag of the cigarette.
"Well now bub, looks like its just you and me. Now, I gotta question for ya, you mind answerin' it for me?" She asked, slowly curling plumes of smoke seeping from the edges of her mouth before billowing out in a single whirling cloud.
The man only groaned, still clutching the crushed leg between his arms.
"Come on now, its not that bad. Let tell ya about Shili again, but it a little in perspective for ya. You just lay there and listen and think about where ya'll put my armour and my gun while I tell ya why I can't look them tentacle heads the same way anymore." She smiled again, the knife still twisting about in her fingers as she launched into a richly detailed account, the man groaning and gasping about a trunk in the cabinet all the while.
