Post by Nihilism on Jan 27, 2013 18:02:47 GMT -5
Faction: Republic
Department: Navy
Rank: Petty officer 2nd class
Name: Gerrard Larsik
Race: human
Age: 23
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 160lbs.
Birth place: Balmorra
Appearance: A man of average build for his height. His head is adorned short messy blonde hair along with a gruff beard. Eyes the shade of emerald gazed calculatively around always looking for something.
Personality: Gerrard is always looking for the closest exit and anything useful for distractions. he's not a coward but he does believe a fight won is a fight survived. Unsurprisingly he likes to win fights hence forth if he can escape and it seems like a good idea he shall. His current true love is technology and he values it more than most organics willing to sacrifice much to preserve it.
Skills: computer use, repair, security
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: +2
Bio:
Birth
Gerrard was born to a female droid technician and a male swoop mechanic, named Cathie and Nickola respectively, on Balmorra. As such he grew up around mechanical parts and circuits. They where his toys, companions, and games. Though Gerrard loved his parents they where often to busy to play with him causing him to go to the droids in various states of repair located in his mothers workshop. Gerrard grew to love technology as if it where family the droids being his unofficial siblings as his parents never had more children. Unfortunately his view on the world would come to reflect this often finding pieces of technology more valuable than his organic friends and willing to risk his health for it.
Education
Gerrard was considered a very smart child but not a genius. He excelled at math, mechanical sciences, and programming but barely scraped by or failed altogether at the others. His love for technology never leaving and being his main drive. His studious nature and and personification of mechanical devices began to alienate him before long. At first it wasn't really a problem as his technical aptitude was well looked upon by teacher and student alike, they grew to consider him odd when he would speak to completely inanimate devices and admonish people for their 'mistreatment' of said devices. This pushed people away and in his loneliness he once more turned to droids. It was during this time he met K-X 13B a battle droid whose behavioral algorithm had taken a turn for the violent. K-X introduced Gerrard to turrets and the world wept. Like all young adults he found explosions and gun fire fascinatingly beautiful and marveled at how technology could produce such an effect. Truly next to droids turrets where the best of inorganic beings and thus a new dream was born he would work on these magnificent creatures it was what he desired most.
Joining
Gerrard enlisted into the Republic military soon after he left school. It was not something he did lightly having considered it heavily before leaving. As much as he loved his technology he wished to travel and see more of it. It all fascinated him the droids and turrets of other planets, the different models, even the Empire's technology called to him. His urge to see it all was not enough to keep him grounded so he joined a military technical college. The technical programs came as a great enjoyment to him no longer having to split his attention between them and less important classes. Most of the teaching staff where mixed about Gerrard as while studious he would often experiment and 'tweak' devices in an attempt to make them more efficient sometimes with dangerous results. He left with as many recommendations as warnings and was shipped of to boot, to the delight of his roommate.
For boot he was shipped off to Coruscant where he met the incredibly lanky Rewq an individual who would become his most recent and only friend. While more than content in the company of droids Gerrard realized he would need some form of biological companionship as a basic need. His decision upon Rewq was partly due to Rewq having no prior knowledge of him and partly because he was not convinced someone of his build wasn't at least part mechanical. The rigorous training took its toll on Gerrard having never bothered with such things before only his will kept him going at times. Rewq was one of the few things keeping him there, the man as his only friend, was someone Gerrard tried his hardest not to alienate. Boot for Gerrard wasn't just about getting him into shape but also teaching him how to interact with other organics.
The Machete
His first station was on the Machete where he was delighted to find Rewq. His aptitude for all things technical was well received however droid technical was already covered leaving him with his second favorite inorganic: turrets. Given the rank Petty Officer 2nd class Gerrard would serve as a Turret Operator and the Turret Technician.
RP Sample:
Gerrard cursed to himself as he typed away at the keys. There was a glitch in the algorithm's of the Dorsal Ion turret. "Always the Dorsal turret no matter how many times I fix it she keeps acting up." he mumbled. "Whats wrong girl is something wrong, have they been abusing you?" he lovingly asked. This was the third time the turret had malfunctioned and he could not seem to figure out why. So far he had been able to patch it but a true fix would have to wait until they stopped. Once more his fingers flew across the keys going through an all too familiar motion it wasn't the longest of fixes but it was the one that would allow the turret to work at full capacity while it lasted.
"Captain we should really stop when we can I can't fix this without a look at the actually turret the problem is there not here." he repeated this familiar phrase to his superior. He knew it didn't really matter they would stop when they had could and he knew that. All the same he couldn't stop the anxiety that welled up in him. His baby was suffering and he couldn't do more than give her a bit of cold medicine and tuck her in at night he knew he could find the cure he just didn't have the time or the source of the problem.
"That should do it." He said aloud. "Turret is running at full the fix is temporary however."
"Don't worry I'll be sure to call you if it starts acting up again." Spoke the man next to him, he was the diagnostics officer and as such was one of the first to know when something went wrong.
"See that you do I would hate to see what would happen to this ship if she got destroyed." was the deadpan response. "Never mind what I would do to you for not telling me before it happened."
Department: Navy
Rank: Petty officer 2nd class
Name: Gerrard Larsik
Race: human
Age: 23
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 160lbs.
Birth place: Balmorra
Appearance: A man of average build for his height. His head is adorned short messy blonde hair along with a gruff beard. Eyes the shade of emerald gazed calculatively around always looking for something.
Personality: Gerrard is always looking for the closest exit and anything useful for distractions. he's not a coward but he does believe a fight won is a fight survived. Unsurprisingly he likes to win fights hence forth if he can escape and it seems like a good idea he shall. His current true love is technology and he values it more than most organics willing to sacrifice much to preserve it.
Skills: computer use, repair, security
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: +2
Bio:
Birth
Gerrard was born to a female droid technician and a male swoop mechanic, named Cathie and Nickola respectively, on Balmorra. As such he grew up around mechanical parts and circuits. They where his toys, companions, and games. Though Gerrard loved his parents they where often to busy to play with him causing him to go to the droids in various states of repair located in his mothers workshop. Gerrard grew to love technology as if it where family the droids being his unofficial siblings as his parents never had more children. Unfortunately his view on the world would come to reflect this often finding pieces of technology more valuable than his organic friends and willing to risk his health for it.
Education
Gerrard was considered a very smart child but not a genius. He excelled at math, mechanical sciences, and programming but barely scraped by or failed altogether at the others. His love for technology never leaving and being his main drive. His studious nature and and personification of mechanical devices began to alienate him before long. At first it wasn't really a problem as his technical aptitude was well looked upon by teacher and student alike, they grew to consider him odd when he would speak to completely inanimate devices and admonish people for their 'mistreatment' of said devices. This pushed people away and in his loneliness he once more turned to droids. It was during this time he met K-X 13B a battle droid whose behavioral algorithm had taken a turn for the violent. K-X introduced Gerrard to turrets and the world wept. Like all young adults he found explosions and gun fire fascinatingly beautiful and marveled at how technology could produce such an effect. Truly next to droids turrets where the best of inorganic beings and thus a new dream was born he would work on these magnificent creatures it was what he desired most.
Joining
Gerrard enlisted into the Republic military soon after he left school. It was not something he did lightly having considered it heavily before leaving. As much as he loved his technology he wished to travel and see more of it. It all fascinated him the droids and turrets of other planets, the different models, even the Empire's technology called to him. His urge to see it all was not enough to keep him grounded so he joined a military technical college. The technical programs came as a great enjoyment to him no longer having to split his attention between them and less important classes. Most of the teaching staff where mixed about Gerrard as while studious he would often experiment and 'tweak' devices in an attempt to make them more efficient sometimes with dangerous results. He left with as many recommendations as warnings and was shipped of to boot, to the delight of his roommate.
For boot he was shipped off to Coruscant where he met the incredibly lanky Rewq an individual who would become his most recent and only friend. While more than content in the company of droids Gerrard realized he would need some form of biological companionship as a basic need. His decision upon Rewq was partly due to Rewq having no prior knowledge of him and partly because he was not convinced someone of his build wasn't at least part mechanical. The rigorous training took its toll on Gerrard having never bothered with such things before only his will kept him going at times. Rewq was one of the few things keeping him there, the man as his only friend, was someone Gerrard tried his hardest not to alienate. Boot for Gerrard wasn't just about getting him into shape but also teaching him how to interact with other organics.
The Machete
His first station was on the Machete where he was delighted to find Rewq. His aptitude for all things technical was well received however droid technical was already covered leaving him with his second favorite inorganic: turrets. Given the rank Petty Officer 2nd class Gerrard would serve as a Turret Operator and the Turret Technician.
RP Sample:
Gerrard cursed to himself as he typed away at the keys. There was a glitch in the algorithm's of the Dorsal Ion turret. "Always the Dorsal turret no matter how many times I fix it she keeps acting up." he mumbled. "Whats wrong girl is something wrong, have they been abusing you?" he lovingly asked. This was the third time the turret had malfunctioned and he could not seem to figure out why. So far he had been able to patch it but a true fix would have to wait until they stopped. Once more his fingers flew across the keys going through an all too familiar motion it wasn't the longest of fixes but it was the one that would allow the turret to work at full capacity while it lasted.
"Captain we should really stop when we can I can't fix this without a look at the actually turret the problem is there not here." he repeated this familiar phrase to his superior. He knew it didn't really matter they would stop when they had could and he knew that. All the same he couldn't stop the anxiety that welled up in him. His baby was suffering and he couldn't do more than give her a bit of cold medicine and tuck her in at night he knew he could find the cure he just didn't have the time or the source of the problem.
"That should do it." He said aloud. "Turret is running at full the fix is temporary however."
"Don't worry I'll be sure to call you if it starts acting up again." Spoke the man next to him, he was the diagnostics officer and as such was one of the first to know when something went wrong.
"See that you do I would hate to see what would happen to this ship if she got destroyed." was the deadpan response. "Never mind what I would do to you for not telling me before it happened."
