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Post by JstarJedi on Jul 27, 2013 16:41:20 GMT -5
"Life must be lived and curiosity kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life."
Faction:Republic Military
Department: Special Forces
Rank: Private
Name: Sirul Rosk
Race: Shistavanen
Age: 20
Height: 5"10"
Weight: 210 Lbs
Birth place: Uvena III
Appearance:
Sirul is, like any other Shistavanen, covered in fur, part of which near his face is always braided. The fur is brown and quite light, his skin underneath appears black, tinted purple.His fur is soft to the touch most of the time, and flows down quite neatly, unless he is on a mission which at that point it becomes ruffled and less clean.
His eyes are a musky yellow colour, and they glow like any other Shistavanen's eyes, making him sometimes easier to spot when in the dark, so it can sometimes be a liability, but he tries his best to not make it one, however when he is alert his eyes often flicker about, constantly alert for danger. They often narrow A lot when he is angry. His nose, or snout, often sniffs, and he has a habit to drool when food is around, though not a lot.
He stands fairly straight, he rarely slouches and generally has a good body composure.
His armor is takes on a black base colour, which is then layered with layers of yellow that match his eyes, the yellow being in patterns that roughly make up lines. A helmet similar to that of which the clones used to wear makes up the rest of the set, it retracts into the armor via a button on his wrist. The entire thing covers his body, except his hands, and with the helmet it however it is shaped around his body shape, making it that he still looks lupine, no matter how much he can try to hide it.
The armor had to be custom made to fit his unique shape, it took a while but it was worth it for Sirul. When he had it custom made he had a new design, the Republic was okay with it.
When off-duty, he wears a simple purple shirt, and a set of black pants, nothing too fancy.
Personality:
Unlike the rest of his race, Sirul does not believe in the amount the race remains isolated. He stretches out, since he was raised for a good chunk of his life by humans. He is curious, is the one word to describe him. He is youthful still, which only increases the curiosity, he tries to not allow the racial racism to get in the way.
He can be ferocious as well, making him ideal for a battle field, ruthless when a enemy comes before him, he can have a hard time taking captives, as he usually rips them apart with his claws or teeth, however he does not eat them.
Loyalty is a very strong quality that Sirul holds, he can be loyal to people he thinks deserve it, and they see the less ferocious side off him, and the kinder man who will sit there and listen to others, and try and help, with tooth and claw.
When he meets new people, he often is cautious, curious still, but cautious. After a while he will decide what he thinks of you, so he then either becomes more happy or annoyed. His wolf-like senses allow him to smell out the worst in people, as well as other factors.
Skills:
Dueling, Piloting, His own native language and the Basic language, Racial abilities (Run at high speed for long periods without getting tired, alternately using two or four legs, they have a keen sense of hearing, keen sense of smell, and excellent night vision.)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 5
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 1
Body: 1
Sense: 2
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Bio:
Chapter 1 - The Leaving
Sirul was born on Uvena III. Both of his parents loved their newborn son more than anything, they had been trying for what seemed like eons to have another child, and finally they had been blessed with such luck. Sirul was the youngest child out of two, his elder sister, was everything to him. She was always there, constantly showering him with the love and affection he had from his parents as well, making his a very easy upbringing.
The only problem was that he never quite fitted in outside of his home. He was constantly asking question, why, who. Even at the age of six he questioned why their race remained on the few planets they had. His parents tried to weed out this habit, but with little luck. All they managed to do was to stop him asking in public, they grew ever tired of it, the child that they had once loved was becoming something that these proud two couldn't handle.
It was these questions, that lead to what came next.
Sirul was out in the forest that lay near his family home, which was secluded as was the norm. Staring at a strange animal he had never seen before, it had a strange lack of fur.. They hadn't seen him yet, he was in the undergrowth nearby, smiling as an eight year old will. The fur-less were waiting, for what he could not tell. His parents emerged and exchanged a few words with the fur-less. Something then grabbed him from behind and lifted him into the air, he yelped and tried to bite the arm, but his teeth only met armor, so he resigned to being quiet.
His parents looked at him, and his father said "You asked questions, so go find the answers.. With these men, child, we had hoped much from you" He felt horror struck, how could they send him away? Why? He turned his head towards the house, and noticed his sister, weeping.
His mother then said "Find the answers to your questions child, we will be here when you find them" he nodded and spoke then "Very well then.. Thank you" he said in a shaky voice and one of the fur-less spoke then, there were five of them "Come on, kid, lets go" they loaded him into the back off a ship that they had landed nearby and off they went, Sirul waiting for the unknown to come.
Chapter 2 - Training and Missions
It turned out that the fur-less were known as humans, and they worked for the Republic. He was trained by them, for many years it seemed to him. His parents had signed him up for the Republic it seemed... And he thanked them for it. On top of the combat training he had to be taught the Basic language, which turned out to be a great ordeal for Sirul, but he did manage it, the other recruits found him a little more normal when he started to speak to them over time. Day by day he grew, and was trained to better himself. At one point a program came up when they were offering to train the Recruits to be pilots, he was thirteen at this time, seven years after he left, he jumped on the opportunity, literally. Then the next opportunity was combat via blades, he took up sword fighting too, and became quite proficient.
Time passed, and eventually he grew to become average, the typical assets of his race helped him a lot, and made him stand out a little more, his speed allowed him to do a lot more much faster, and his claws made for a huge advantage if he lost his blade. He was fitting in a lot more, and the others were lowering the amount of racism that he received. He pushed himself to be the best he could be, and try he would, it was several years later, at the age of eighteen, that he went on his first mission.
It was a simple mission, after all it was his first and he was only a private in the army. It went of without many bumps in the road. The mission was simple, storm a garrison of the Sith. Sirul mainly held back as he was commanded, loyal to the word. His loyalty over continuing missions along with his original purpose and skill bumped him up to the SpecOps.
Then his first ever SpecOps missions came up.
He was going to a Sith-occupied area, to try and drive them out with a squad off eight men, himself included, he was merely a Private, the Sergeant and Corporal were with them as well.
The mission started out smoothly, using the cover of night, they managed to slip into the enemies camp, which contained only twelve men.. The town was not very large. They butchered all of the men, Sirul killing a major chunk of them (About 4 of them on his own) it was the 20 other troops that turned the tables. They emerged out of the night, killing the Corporal and the others quick enough, the Sergeant took the Corporal's badge and flung it at Sirul, he caught it and pocketed it. They managed to fight their way out of the camp, sustaining heavy wounds, before commandeering an enemy ship and making it back to their base. Two out of the eight remained.. Sirul gave the Sergeant the bade but he only said "Keep it, but do not wear it, take it and remember this night, always" and he did. The next missions that followed became easier, he took on more experience, making the Republic take notice slowly, it was this that got him into the Spec-Ops side of the Republic.
He did not earn a promotion, and still has not, however the way he can wield a blade and the fact that he is a Pilot, it made him an obvious choice for the mission, that, and he was the only member of his first mission to survive, along with the Sergeant, which is quite the feat.
However things are changing for Sirul.. The world is taking on a whole new perspective, things he has never seen or thought about before, movements and thoughts that can not be explained, whisperings on the wind.. Something is awakening inside of Sirul, and he does not know what.
RP Sample:
The storm could not have been better cover, it lashed down in unrelenting sheets. The bolts of lightning ripped the clouds asunder, but they quickly regrouped to form an impassable wall in the sky, assaulting them all, like a shower of bullets. The moons rays could not penetrate the walls of cloud.
Sirul looked up from the tablet-like device, the blinking lights and projections indicating that he must be close by. He slung the device around, it was on a strap, he looked down from the cliff he was on. This mission should be easy enough, he thought to himself. The missions was simple, send a small squad in there, and retrieve a minor Chancellor from some planet he didn't remember the name of, simple, a mission the Spec-Ops team could handle.
He was wearing his armor, per the norm, A voice spoke into his lupine ears "Alright, let's go" that was the Sergeant. He rolled down the hill, a small one and he rolled into cover, a bush as it happened. His Heads-up display revealed the locations of the other squad members with him, even in this downpour, their objective was light up in front of them. The doorway to a jail, a small fortress would be the better way to describe it, he thought.
Two Imperial Sith stood by the doorway, watching, although they were dozing off, leaning against the walls, their weapons left to lie in the dirt. Their death wish.
The bullets silently streaked across the small distance between them, two of his squad mates opened the doors of death for the guards, who dropped like stones. They all silently approached the now cleared path.
The rest of the mission went of without a hitch, the silently wove their way through the warren of cells, before reaching the political cells. They broke out the Chancellor, and escaped in a waiting ship, Sirul spoke and said "That was easier than I thought..."
