Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jun 25, 2011 14:37:08 GMT -5
Faction:Republic
Department: Army (Subdivision: Toprawa Defense Forces)
Rank:Specialist
Name: Nom Jervada
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height:5' 10"
Weight:157 lbs
Birth place: Toprawa
Appearance:
Tall, slim, and with a build that doesn't seem athletic, Nom is not at all the typical image of a soldier. The best way to describe him is as 'that one kid at school who was always getting shoved into lockers.'
He has blonde hair cut short, a rather long and narrow face, brown eyes, and he loathes shaving but does it anyway because he's expected to in the Toprawa Defense Forces. Away from the regular military life, he will definitely grow out a beard.
He wears his standard TDF issued armor, an older model Republic design since phased out by the Republic military and given to the outlying forces. It doesn't provide much protection, but it is comfortable enough and easy to move in.
In his pocket he carries around a picture of his girlfriend from medical school.
He is allowed a sidearm for self-defense purposes within the established laws of warfare. He opts for what he was issued, a simple no-frills military blaster pistol.
Thanks to his upbringing, he speaks with a slight Twi'lek accent.
Personality: Nom Jervada is a bit of a geek, has a tendency to be slightly neurotic, and doesn't react well to responsibilities. He cares about people too much, and its tough for him to see the actual cost of war. He's a pacifist who has now found himself lost in the middle of chaos and violence. He is much too easily influenced by others, and does almost anything he's told (as long as its by someone on his 'side.')
Skills:
Translator. Nom is fluent in multiple languages, including Huttese, Durese, Bocce, and Mando'a, and understands (and speaks to the best of his physical ability) several that non-native species can't speak fluently, like Ryl (Twi'leki) and Togruti.
Medic. He is a qualified medic, with considerably higher abilities than most others in the field thanks to his experiences at medical school.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 3
Alignment: +2
Bio:
Jervada was born to a very poor family in Salik City, and was named for his grandfather. His father was a factory worker and his mother was a maid. Both were hard-working parents who adored their only child, and did everything they could for his quality of life. But things were not to work out well for them.
Nom's father was killed in a factory accident when the smelting machine malfunctioned and dumped its molten slag onto the control floor instead of passing it by. A dozen other workers were killed, and it became the rallying cry for better safety standards in factories.
Barely a week later, his mother was killed after being struck by a land speeder as she crossed street. At the age of 3, Nom was alone in the world.
He was taken in by an orphanage, home to mostly non-humans who were shunned at the time by xenophobic locals. He grew up speaking Huttese with the Twi'leks and Durese with the Duros. He ate what they ate, hung out where they hung out, and liked the things they liked. He never even understood that he was being a 'bad' human until he entered middle school. Insults like 'alien lover' were new to him, and he didn't like it. He continued to hang out with his alien friends, though he was beaten up by some of the louder humans on a semi-regular basis.
Finally at the age of 14, he was adopted. He was taken in by a Twi'lek family who had already adopted his best friend, a Twi'lek named Erno'Batura. Erno had insisted his friend be adopted as well.
In his high school days he devoted himself to his studies, and endeared himself to his teachers through excellent work. But he still had a tendency to get shoved into lockers and made fun of. Determined not to be a 'loser' he took a few martial arts courses. It worked, and after getting a broken nose, his tormentors fell silent and steered clear of him. That allowed him to focus on academics without distraction.
It all paid off when, at the age of 18, he was accepted into a prestigious school on Alderaan with a full scholarship. He packed his bags, said goodbye, and went across the galaxy for education.
In many ways, his own experience was extremely different than his adoptive brother's. While Erno showed a dislike for schoolwork, he excelled at mechanics and 'people skills' in a way Nom never did. But they went their separate ways ultimately. Erno entered the Republic Fleet as a Crewman in the Engineering sections while Nom went to university.
He took to higher education like a fish to water, earning his degree in linguistics a year early. He then took the option to fulfill another desire, the desire to help people, by entering medical school with a full-ride scholarship to the Royal Naboo School of Medicine in Theed.
He fit in well there, balancing his personal life and learning well. He started to date a Twi'lek he shared labs with. Her name was Rina'attuna, and they hit off immediately. Nom always felt more at ease with Twi'leks, and when he introduced himself to the Rutian student as Nom'Jervada she was both amused and intrigued. They started dating quickly and found they had a lot in common.
But the rise of the Sith Empire threw a wrench in things. Increasingly he became worried as their borders grew closer to Toprawa. When he heard Dantooine had fallen, he knew he had to do something. He finished up the year, arranged for a leave of absence, left Rina (who promised she'd wait for him) and headed home to Toprawa where he enlisted in the Toprawa Defense Forces.
Basic training was a shock for him, but he managed to make it through. He was rushed though into advanced training, where his own medical skills were put into practice. He had no problems with learning field medicine, and found it to be quite interesting. He'd never seen actual injuries though, and he wasn't aware just how disturbing combat would actually be.
Finally he entered service at the boosted rank of Private First Class, thanks to his level of experience and his notable medical skills.
His first year was spent mostly with practice drills and waiting. There was great tension. Everyone knew the Sith would attack eventually, but it didn't come. Training and practice drills were life. Occasionally he'd have to heal a broken limb or burns from a training accident, but for the most part it was quiet.
Everything changed when the Toprawa Defense Force was called upon to contribute ships and troops to a Republic strike force planning an attack into Sith space. He was posted to a Republic cruiser alongside another few TDF soldiers to help fill in a gap in case of boarders. He was promoted to Specialist and told to go pack his medkit.
Though he was never in a position to know what was going on, the strike force was pulled out of hyperspace by a Sith interdictor lying in wait. Without shields raised, the Republic force was beaten badly. Only a last-ditch effort to destroy the interdictor allowed any ships to escape. They scattered in different directions to help throw off pursuers. But the cruiser was considered to be a higher value target than the smaller vessels, and it was followed as far as Dantooine. There the ship made a last stand, battling its vastly superior enemy.
The order to abandon ship was given, and like everyone else he ran for the escape pods.
Password: Bylgia
RP Sample:
Nom Jervada stood at the position of attention, hands firmly at his sides and staring straight ahead as the Drill Instructor yelled at their entire formation. He'd learned to not draw attention to himself. Fortunately his average height had him in the middle of the formation. That meant he wasn't exactly the most visible recruit, which was good.
"You are worthless! I've seen better stuff plop into the toilet of my waste cubicle! In all my years of training..."
The rant continued for several more minutes before they were finally dismissed.
In another few they were all sitting in the barracks, enjoying their few minutes of free time. Jervada took the opportunity to pull off his boots and give his aching feet some fresh air. They'd done a forced march today through one of Toprawa's many forests, and the medic-in-training wasn't much of an outdoor person. A walk was fine. So was the occasional leisurely hike, but not a grueling march at breakneck speed across the worst terrain the planet had to offer.
And on top of that, he had to deal with a little prejudice. They'd taken to calling him 'alien lover.' Even with linguistics expertise, he still had a slight Twi'leki accent. It was only natural, he'd been raised alongside Twi'leks, adopted by Twi'leks, and his best friend and adoptive brother was a Twi'lek. The girls he'd had crushes on in school were Twi'leks. His first kiss had been with a Twi'lek. His girlfriend was a Twi'lek. Sometimes he even forgot he wasn't a Twi'lek.
Naturally on a rather xenophobic planet like Toprawa it wasn't well-received.
"Hey alien lover, sprouted any head tails yet?" One of the more annoying Toprawa Defense Forces recruits asked sardonically as a few of his cohorts chortled in amusement.
Nom sighed. "Look, I don't want any trouble with you. Just leave me alone and I'll leave you alone."
"What's the matter alien boy, scared of a few real humans?" The other human sneered.
"Not scared, just embarrassed."
"Embarrassed to be human?"
"Maybe, if you're representative of humans then I sure wouldn't want to be one." Nom said confidently.
"Freak." The thug taunted.
"Bigot." Nom countered.
"Hey guys, how about we all just simmer down?" One of the 'neutral' recruits suggested, interposing himself between the two.
"I will if he does," Nom agreed. And just like that, the situation was brought away from the boiling point.
Two Months Later
Nom Jervada clambered over the low wall of the obstacle course and jogged up to the side of the injured recruit. The man had been crossing the high balance beam when he'd fallen spectacularly and landed wrong. It was obviously broken, though he couldn't tell how badly.
He rolled him over slightly to check for any other injuries, and realized he was the same one who'd been giving him hell since day one. Oh well, can't change who I have to help.
He took a good look at the leg, and tentatively started to feel it. It prompted a few muffled grunts. Luckily enough it was a simple break. With a quick movement he set the bone, causing the recruit groan. The medic wished he felt guilty over it, but he didn't.
With it set, he rigged a splint and waited for the stretchers. A slight tug at his pants caught his attention again and he bent down next to his nemesis.
"Sorry, I owe you an apology Jervada."
The medic simply patted him on the hand and smiled in response. Good.
Department: Army (Subdivision: Toprawa Defense Forces)
Rank:Specialist
Name: Nom Jervada
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height:5' 10"
Weight:157 lbs
Birth place: Toprawa
Appearance:
Tall, slim, and with a build that doesn't seem athletic, Nom is not at all the typical image of a soldier. The best way to describe him is as 'that one kid at school who was always getting shoved into lockers.'
He has blonde hair cut short, a rather long and narrow face, brown eyes, and he loathes shaving but does it anyway because he's expected to in the Toprawa Defense Forces. Away from the regular military life, he will definitely grow out a beard.
He wears his standard TDF issued armor, an older model Republic design since phased out by the Republic military and given to the outlying forces. It doesn't provide much protection, but it is comfortable enough and easy to move in.
In his pocket he carries around a picture of his girlfriend from medical school.
He is allowed a sidearm for self-defense purposes within the established laws of warfare. He opts for what he was issued, a simple no-frills military blaster pistol.
Thanks to his upbringing, he speaks with a slight Twi'lek accent.
Personality: Nom Jervada is a bit of a geek, has a tendency to be slightly neurotic, and doesn't react well to responsibilities. He cares about people too much, and its tough for him to see the actual cost of war. He's a pacifist who has now found himself lost in the middle of chaos and violence. He is much too easily influenced by others, and does almost anything he's told (as long as its by someone on his 'side.')
Skills:
Translator. Nom is fluent in multiple languages, including Huttese, Durese, Bocce, and Mando'a, and understands (and speaks to the best of his physical ability) several that non-native species can't speak fluently, like Ryl (Twi'leki) and Togruti.
Medic. He is a qualified medic, with considerably higher abilities than most others in the field thanks to his experiences at medical school.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 3
Alignment: +2
Bio:
Jervada was born to a very poor family in Salik City, and was named for his grandfather. His father was a factory worker and his mother was a maid. Both were hard-working parents who adored their only child, and did everything they could for his quality of life. But things were not to work out well for them.
Nom's father was killed in a factory accident when the smelting machine malfunctioned and dumped its molten slag onto the control floor instead of passing it by. A dozen other workers were killed, and it became the rallying cry for better safety standards in factories.
Barely a week later, his mother was killed after being struck by a land speeder as she crossed street. At the age of 3, Nom was alone in the world.
He was taken in by an orphanage, home to mostly non-humans who were shunned at the time by xenophobic locals. He grew up speaking Huttese with the Twi'leks and Durese with the Duros. He ate what they ate, hung out where they hung out, and liked the things they liked. He never even understood that he was being a 'bad' human until he entered middle school. Insults like 'alien lover' were new to him, and he didn't like it. He continued to hang out with his alien friends, though he was beaten up by some of the louder humans on a semi-regular basis.
Finally at the age of 14, he was adopted. He was taken in by a Twi'lek family who had already adopted his best friend, a Twi'lek named Erno'Batura. Erno had insisted his friend be adopted as well.
In his high school days he devoted himself to his studies, and endeared himself to his teachers through excellent work. But he still had a tendency to get shoved into lockers and made fun of. Determined not to be a 'loser' he took a few martial arts courses. It worked, and after getting a broken nose, his tormentors fell silent and steered clear of him. That allowed him to focus on academics without distraction.
It all paid off when, at the age of 18, he was accepted into a prestigious school on Alderaan with a full scholarship. He packed his bags, said goodbye, and went across the galaxy for education.
In many ways, his own experience was extremely different than his adoptive brother's. While Erno showed a dislike for schoolwork, he excelled at mechanics and 'people skills' in a way Nom never did. But they went their separate ways ultimately. Erno entered the Republic Fleet as a Crewman in the Engineering sections while Nom went to university.
He took to higher education like a fish to water, earning his degree in linguistics a year early. He then took the option to fulfill another desire, the desire to help people, by entering medical school with a full-ride scholarship to the Royal Naboo School of Medicine in Theed.
He fit in well there, balancing his personal life and learning well. He started to date a Twi'lek he shared labs with. Her name was Rina'attuna, and they hit off immediately. Nom always felt more at ease with Twi'leks, and when he introduced himself to the Rutian student as Nom'Jervada she was both amused and intrigued. They started dating quickly and found they had a lot in common.
But the rise of the Sith Empire threw a wrench in things. Increasingly he became worried as their borders grew closer to Toprawa. When he heard Dantooine had fallen, he knew he had to do something. He finished up the year, arranged for a leave of absence, left Rina (who promised she'd wait for him) and headed home to Toprawa where he enlisted in the Toprawa Defense Forces.
Basic training was a shock for him, but he managed to make it through. He was rushed though into advanced training, where his own medical skills were put into practice. He had no problems with learning field medicine, and found it to be quite interesting. He'd never seen actual injuries though, and he wasn't aware just how disturbing combat would actually be.
Finally he entered service at the boosted rank of Private First Class, thanks to his level of experience and his notable medical skills.
His first year was spent mostly with practice drills and waiting. There was great tension. Everyone knew the Sith would attack eventually, but it didn't come. Training and practice drills were life. Occasionally he'd have to heal a broken limb or burns from a training accident, but for the most part it was quiet.
Everything changed when the Toprawa Defense Force was called upon to contribute ships and troops to a Republic strike force planning an attack into Sith space. He was posted to a Republic cruiser alongside another few TDF soldiers to help fill in a gap in case of boarders. He was promoted to Specialist and told to go pack his medkit.
Though he was never in a position to know what was going on, the strike force was pulled out of hyperspace by a Sith interdictor lying in wait. Without shields raised, the Republic force was beaten badly. Only a last-ditch effort to destroy the interdictor allowed any ships to escape. They scattered in different directions to help throw off pursuers. But the cruiser was considered to be a higher value target than the smaller vessels, and it was followed as far as Dantooine. There the ship made a last stand, battling its vastly superior enemy.
The order to abandon ship was given, and like everyone else he ran for the escape pods.
Password: Bylgia
RP Sample:
Nom Jervada stood at the position of attention, hands firmly at his sides and staring straight ahead as the Drill Instructor yelled at their entire formation. He'd learned to not draw attention to himself. Fortunately his average height had him in the middle of the formation. That meant he wasn't exactly the most visible recruit, which was good.
"You are worthless! I've seen better stuff plop into the toilet of my waste cubicle! In all my years of training..."
The rant continued for several more minutes before they were finally dismissed.
In another few they were all sitting in the barracks, enjoying their few minutes of free time. Jervada took the opportunity to pull off his boots and give his aching feet some fresh air. They'd done a forced march today through one of Toprawa's many forests, and the medic-in-training wasn't much of an outdoor person. A walk was fine. So was the occasional leisurely hike, but not a grueling march at breakneck speed across the worst terrain the planet had to offer.
And on top of that, he had to deal with a little prejudice. They'd taken to calling him 'alien lover.' Even with linguistics expertise, he still had a slight Twi'leki accent. It was only natural, he'd been raised alongside Twi'leks, adopted by Twi'leks, and his best friend and adoptive brother was a Twi'lek. The girls he'd had crushes on in school were Twi'leks. His first kiss had been with a Twi'lek. His girlfriend was a Twi'lek. Sometimes he even forgot he wasn't a Twi'lek.
Naturally on a rather xenophobic planet like Toprawa it wasn't well-received.
"Hey alien lover, sprouted any head tails yet?" One of the more annoying Toprawa Defense Forces recruits asked sardonically as a few of his cohorts chortled in amusement.
Nom sighed. "Look, I don't want any trouble with you. Just leave me alone and I'll leave you alone."
"What's the matter alien boy, scared of a few real humans?" The other human sneered.
"Not scared, just embarrassed."
"Embarrassed to be human?"
"Maybe, if you're representative of humans then I sure wouldn't want to be one." Nom said confidently.
"Freak." The thug taunted.
"Bigot." Nom countered.
"Hey guys, how about we all just simmer down?" One of the 'neutral' recruits suggested, interposing himself between the two.
"I will if he does," Nom agreed. And just like that, the situation was brought away from the boiling point.
Two Months Later
Nom Jervada clambered over the low wall of the obstacle course and jogged up to the side of the injured recruit. The man had been crossing the high balance beam when he'd fallen spectacularly and landed wrong. It was obviously broken, though he couldn't tell how badly.
He rolled him over slightly to check for any other injuries, and realized he was the same one who'd been giving him hell since day one. Oh well, can't change who I have to help.
He took a good look at the leg, and tentatively started to feel it. It prompted a few muffled grunts. Luckily enough it was a simple break. With a quick movement he set the bone, causing the recruit groan. The medic wished he felt guilty over it, but he didn't.
With it set, he rigged a splint and waited for the stretchers. A slight tug at his pants caught his attention again and he bent down next to his nemesis.
"Sorry, I owe you an apology Jervada."
The medic simply patted him on the hand and smiled in response. Good.
