Post by Sara on Feb 17, 2013 21:28:22 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorians
Department: Special Operations (Valkyries)
Rank: 1st Lieutenant (O-2)
Name: Sara Calixis
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 150
Birth place: Mandalore
Appearance:
images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100722000948/starcraft/images/4/42/SarahKerrigan_SC2_Head2.jpg
Sara is by no means a monster of a person, or very intimidating. Standing in at only 5’8” and weighing in at 150 lbs…she is normal by most standards. Even if most of that weight is all well toned muscle. However, she walks with the posture of a coiled animal, ready to unleash hell. Like most Mandalorian women, she is something to be afraid of on the battlefield. Trained her whole life for combat, her body likewise is a temple to battle. A myriad of small scars criss-cross her slightly tanned skin. While not a hulking monster, her muscles allow her to be quick and deadly on the field of battle.
While most of her body is criss-crossed in scars, her head remains relatively unscathed. Light green eyes peer out and gauge things with a practiced glance. Her long red hair is usually pulled back into a single pony-tail, or is coiled around to allow her helmet to fit properly on her head. She is generally seen in her DS-J-VIII armor, in it’s standard black and red color scheme. Unlike others these colors have no meaning to her. Outside of her armor she wears simple clothes, or a light fiberweave armor that is colored all white.
Personality:
Sara is...tempermental. She has a very large aggression streak through her, and is easily touched off. Her temper is well known by others, as is her aggressiveness both in combat and outside. However, as a leader she is concise and clear on her feelings. Sara does not hesitate to let others know when they have failed her expectations, and will quickly remove them from her squads. This leaves others with an ill-feeling about her, but she cares little about others’ opinions of her.
While she might seem like a complete pregnant dog, to those under her command she is generally viewed as an exception person. Her first and truly only concern is getting those under her command into combat and back out…with the least amount of casualties possible to them. A hard job, when you consider the nature of her rather unconventional Valkyries. Sara understands it takes a special brand of crazy to strap a rather large jump pack to your back, and intentionally jump into an enemy’s location, just to fight them. To that end she strives for the best conditions they can get.
Sara is loyal, to the cause, to her people, to the Mandalore. She has absolutely no problem with executing enemies, or doing “war crimes” as other people would call them. Whatever it takes to get the job done, a very cutthroat ideal. However at home, she is oddly more passive. She actually teaches at a small school for younger Mandalorians. This lighter side is rarely seen these days, though. She has put much of that in the back, and focuses on her missions.
Skills:
Ranged Weapons
Jump Pack
Demolitions
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 8
Weapons:
Vibro-blade
Thunder's Roar
Bio:
Sara was born on Mandalore to a rather stereotypical parenting. Like most Mando children she began learning at a young age how to fight and survive. Her parents were a part of the resistance against the Republic, and instilled a sense of disdain and loathing for that group in Sara. However, when her parents were killed in a guerila action by those same people, she understood not to underestimate them. She grew up believing in always bringing more force than was necessary, so as never to leave things to chance. The Republic soldiers were weak…but if they were as weak as all the other Mandalorians believed, how did they kill her parents?
As a ward of the state she spent most of her double digits in a sort of pseudo-family. Sara never really “clicked” with most of them, just a natural inclination. However, she was just as enthused to learn more about combat. She participated and learned beside the others, and a few began to gain her trust as they grew together. These people would form the first basis for a small group later on. Still, time wore on and as it did she became progressively more inclined to agree with the older ones…War with Republic was a must. Their shattered culture had to be rebuilt, a call to arms was necessary.
First though…Sara wanted to understand her enemy better. At the age of 16 she booked passage to a core world and began participating in school there. It was a soft and cushy life compared to what she had with the other Mandalorians, but she hated it. When her scores kept getting higher they accelerated her teaching, and even that wasn’t much of a challenge. At 18 when she graduated she was accepted into the elite academy on Carida, and there she would learn.
Sara spent 2 years there before graduating, however she mysteriously vanished from Republic space. There had been news of a new Mandalore, who wanted to bring back the glory of the old ways. Sara returned, and those few friends were brought together for a very ambitious but secretive training. On a small abandoned space station, known to only a very few people…they began their experiment. A revolutionary new way of fighting, one that brought the old ways back…in a new way. They called it Valkyrie.
The training was intense and she demanded that everyone live up to her expectations, which were the same for herself. Those that didn’t were cut loose quickly, or suffered injuries that crippled them. Live fire tests, and hard physical training crippled or killed others. The intense regime was training them all both mentally and physically. Stringent, loyal, and only just a bit crazy would allow them to pass her tests…and her to pass her own as well. When it was done though…the war had already started.
It was during this training when individual traits would grow from the applicants. While everyone had to be descent at everything just to pass, people excelled in particular skills. For Sara it was her ability at ranged combat. She had a preference for ranged combat, as opposed to the more visceral close combat action others' would prefer. In her marksmanship tests she constantly scored higher, far outpacing her own ideas of her own abilities. The only problem was that Sara routinely made known that she detested energy based weapons. They didn't have the stopping power, or that satisfying thump when a round was discharged. So, like any good Mandalorian, she made her own weapon.
The last few months of Valkyrie training was spent doing drills. Entering and exiting locales, or clearing bunkers. Operation playbooks created by some of the strategists that, the now, Mandalore had given Sara and her group called for the Valkyries to effect..."disabling maneuvers." Essentially...demo operations. To that end all on the station would begin train in the effective use of explosive ordinances. Anything from the simple grenade, to rocket launchers, guided missile launchers, heavy demo charges, or other cobbled together ordinance. Oddly enough, this training caused the least damage or casualties. By now, after 6 years of hard intensive training most of the slackers had already been drummed out.
At graduation all of them were presented with the chance to create their own custom vibro-weapons. Something that would identify each as an individual level, just like the color schemes of their specialized armor would. When it was done they were all equipped and mustered out onto a single small Frigate. Many were ready
Now this new group races to the frontlines of Ordo, to deploy the 30 soldiers of this new group of Shock Troopers.
Password: Bylgia
RP Sample:
Sara looked down at the small planetoid she hadn't seen in nearly 4 years. It had been too long. She had left a teen and come back an accepted Republic soldier. Odd that that didn't mean anything to her. She had graduated tops of her class from the Academy on Carida, but that accomplishment paled in comparison to all the small things she had done as a child back here on Mandalore. She smiled faintly out the transparisteel window of the small freighter. She had left much the same way, on an outbound flight with nothing. Now she came back, only armed with a different perspective...and new thoughts.
After landing and paying for a small apartment, she went out to seek the new prize. It was rather easy really, a small little invoice to a discrete high ranking Mandalorian had netted her the funds and resources she needed. Hell, the guy even provided extra personal and a list of candidates for this radical program. The personal had already shipped out to the station, nominally being referred to as "The Rig." Not a flashy code name or anything, just a name they picked to keep most people from inquiring too much. No, she was hear to find a few old...friends, and see if they were crazy enough to join this venture like her.
It was at a cafe, right where she had asked to meet them. It was an older joint, but they had come here often as teens. She sat down smiling, next to the three other women. "Always wondered if you guys would get yourself killed. But I guess it's fate that you haven't drowned in Tihaar yet." They all laughed and exchanged pleasantries, though all of them knew this wasn't a normal social call. When the Uj cake was served they all sat there and ate slowly, as they finished Sara spoke.
"I'm putting a group together. You three are the tops on the list. We'll be removed to a far out orbital station somewhere outside the Mandalore system. What we do there is for you only. However, I can tell you it'll be radical, different, and dangerous. I have a list of 100 other people, don't expect more than a 30% survival rate on this first batch." She looked them all up and down and nodded her head slowly. The questions were written on their faces, along with the concern. But, there was also fire in their eyes. They all wanted in on this, something that dangerous only meant a Military training, and that...sounded glorious to them. They all nodded their head, and then picked up their glasses of Tihaar.
"Darasuum Kote!" And slammed their drinks, before heading off to gather their small belongings. After that...to the designated tramp freighter, and off to The Rig. "Time for Valkyries to soar, and the Mandalorians to be felt again."
Department: Special Operations (Valkyries)
Rank: 1st Lieutenant (O-2)
Name: Sara Calixis
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 150
Birth place: Mandalore
Appearance:
images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100722000948/starcraft/images/4/42/SarahKerrigan_SC2_Head2.jpg
Sara is by no means a monster of a person, or very intimidating. Standing in at only 5’8” and weighing in at 150 lbs…she is normal by most standards. Even if most of that weight is all well toned muscle. However, she walks with the posture of a coiled animal, ready to unleash hell. Like most Mandalorian women, she is something to be afraid of on the battlefield. Trained her whole life for combat, her body likewise is a temple to battle. A myriad of small scars criss-cross her slightly tanned skin. While not a hulking monster, her muscles allow her to be quick and deadly on the field of battle.
While most of her body is criss-crossed in scars, her head remains relatively unscathed. Light green eyes peer out and gauge things with a practiced glance. Her long red hair is usually pulled back into a single pony-tail, or is coiled around to allow her helmet to fit properly on her head. She is generally seen in her DS-J-VIII armor, in it’s standard black and red color scheme. Unlike others these colors have no meaning to her. Outside of her armor she wears simple clothes, or a light fiberweave armor that is colored all white.
Personality:
Sara is...tempermental. She has a very large aggression streak through her, and is easily touched off. Her temper is well known by others, as is her aggressiveness both in combat and outside. However, as a leader she is concise and clear on her feelings. Sara does not hesitate to let others know when they have failed her expectations, and will quickly remove them from her squads. This leaves others with an ill-feeling about her, but she cares little about others’ opinions of her.
While she might seem like a complete pregnant dog, to those under her command she is generally viewed as an exception person. Her first and truly only concern is getting those under her command into combat and back out…with the least amount of casualties possible to them. A hard job, when you consider the nature of her rather unconventional Valkyries. Sara understands it takes a special brand of crazy to strap a rather large jump pack to your back, and intentionally jump into an enemy’s location, just to fight them. To that end she strives for the best conditions they can get.
Sara is loyal, to the cause, to her people, to the Mandalore. She has absolutely no problem with executing enemies, or doing “war crimes” as other people would call them. Whatever it takes to get the job done, a very cutthroat ideal. However at home, she is oddly more passive. She actually teaches at a small school for younger Mandalorians. This lighter side is rarely seen these days, though. She has put much of that in the back, and focuses on her missions.
Skills:
Ranged Weapons
Jump Pack
Demolitions
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 8
Weapons:
Vibro-blade
Thunder's Roar
Bio:
Sara was born on Mandalore to a rather stereotypical parenting. Like most Mando children she began learning at a young age how to fight and survive. Her parents were a part of the resistance against the Republic, and instilled a sense of disdain and loathing for that group in Sara. However, when her parents were killed in a guerila action by those same people, she understood not to underestimate them. She grew up believing in always bringing more force than was necessary, so as never to leave things to chance. The Republic soldiers were weak…but if they were as weak as all the other Mandalorians believed, how did they kill her parents?
As a ward of the state she spent most of her double digits in a sort of pseudo-family. Sara never really “clicked” with most of them, just a natural inclination. However, she was just as enthused to learn more about combat. She participated and learned beside the others, and a few began to gain her trust as they grew together. These people would form the first basis for a small group later on. Still, time wore on and as it did she became progressively more inclined to agree with the older ones…War with Republic was a must. Their shattered culture had to be rebuilt, a call to arms was necessary.
First though…Sara wanted to understand her enemy better. At the age of 16 she booked passage to a core world and began participating in school there. It was a soft and cushy life compared to what she had with the other Mandalorians, but she hated it. When her scores kept getting higher they accelerated her teaching, and even that wasn’t much of a challenge. At 18 when she graduated she was accepted into the elite academy on Carida, and there she would learn.
Sara spent 2 years there before graduating, however she mysteriously vanished from Republic space. There had been news of a new Mandalore, who wanted to bring back the glory of the old ways. Sara returned, and those few friends were brought together for a very ambitious but secretive training. On a small abandoned space station, known to only a very few people…they began their experiment. A revolutionary new way of fighting, one that brought the old ways back…in a new way. They called it Valkyrie.
The training was intense and she demanded that everyone live up to her expectations, which were the same for herself. Those that didn’t were cut loose quickly, or suffered injuries that crippled them. Live fire tests, and hard physical training crippled or killed others. The intense regime was training them all both mentally and physically. Stringent, loyal, and only just a bit crazy would allow them to pass her tests…and her to pass her own as well. When it was done though…the war had already started.
It was during this training when individual traits would grow from the applicants. While everyone had to be descent at everything just to pass, people excelled in particular skills. For Sara it was her ability at ranged combat. She had a preference for ranged combat, as opposed to the more visceral close combat action others' would prefer. In her marksmanship tests she constantly scored higher, far outpacing her own ideas of her own abilities. The only problem was that Sara routinely made known that she detested energy based weapons. They didn't have the stopping power, or that satisfying thump when a round was discharged. So, like any good Mandalorian, she made her own weapon.
The last few months of Valkyrie training was spent doing drills. Entering and exiting locales, or clearing bunkers. Operation playbooks created by some of the strategists that, the now, Mandalore had given Sara and her group called for the Valkyries to effect..."disabling maneuvers." Essentially...demo operations. To that end all on the station would begin train in the effective use of explosive ordinances. Anything from the simple grenade, to rocket launchers, guided missile launchers, heavy demo charges, or other cobbled together ordinance. Oddly enough, this training caused the least damage or casualties. By now, after 6 years of hard intensive training most of the slackers had already been drummed out.
At graduation all of them were presented with the chance to create their own custom vibro-weapons. Something that would identify each as an individual level, just like the color schemes of their specialized armor would. When it was done they were all equipped and mustered out onto a single small Frigate. Many were ready
Now this new group races to the frontlines of Ordo, to deploy the 30 soldiers of this new group of Shock Troopers.
Password: Bylgia
RP Sample:
Sara looked down at the small planetoid she hadn't seen in nearly 4 years. It had been too long. She had left a teen and come back an accepted Republic soldier. Odd that that didn't mean anything to her. She had graduated tops of her class from the Academy on Carida, but that accomplishment paled in comparison to all the small things she had done as a child back here on Mandalore. She smiled faintly out the transparisteel window of the small freighter. She had left much the same way, on an outbound flight with nothing. Now she came back, only armed with a different perspective...and new thoughts.
After landing and paying for a small apartment, she went out to seek the new prize. It was rather easy really, a small little invoice to a discrete high ranking Mandalorian had netted her the funds and resources she needed. Hell, the guy even provided extra personal and a list of candidates for this radical program. The personal had already shipped out to the station, nominally being referred to as "The Rig." Not a flashy code name or anything, just a name they picked to keep most people from inquiring too much. No, she was hear to find a few old...friends, and see if they were crazy enough to join this venture like her.
It was at a cafe, right where she had asked to meet them. It was an older joint, but they had come here often as teens. She sat down smiling, next to the three other women. "Always wondered if you guys would get yourself killed. But I guess it's fate that you haven't drowned in Tihaar yet." They all laughed and exchanged pleasantries, though all of them knew this wasn't a normal social call. When the Uj cake was served they all sat there and ate slowly, as they finished Sara spoke.
"I'm putting a group together. You three are the tops on the list. We'll be removed to a far out orbital station somewhere outside the Mandalore system. What we do there is for you only. However, I can tell you it'll be radical, different, and dangerous. I have a list of 100 other people, don't expect more than a 30% survival rate on this first batch." She looked them all up and down and nodded her head slowly. The questions were written on their faces, along with the concern. But, there was also fire in their eyes. They all wanted in on this, something that dangerous only meant a Military training, and that...sounded glorious to them. They all nodded their head, and then picked up their glasses of Tihaar.
"Darasuum Kote!" And slammed their drinks, before heading off to gather their small belongings. After that...to the designated tramp freighter, and off to The Rig. "Time for Valkyries to soar, and the Mandalorians to be felt again."
