Post by Valcor on Jul 27, 2014 20:11:13 GMT -5
Faction: Republic
Department: Navy, Marine
Rank: Sergeant
Name: Demyan Mikhail
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 6'5”
Weight: 310 lbs.
Birth place: Rendili, relatively rural Farmland
Appearance:
Demyan is a large burly bear of a man. He is tall, broad shouldered and quite hairy by human standards. He has a full beard that he grooms on a regular basis that he has had with him since he turned 23 and has never shaved off. His body is thick with bulging muscle and a good bit of fat, giving him a large healthy size. Demyan is by no means over weight, but it is clear he eats very healthy. His hair is cut short on the sides and left high and tight on the top, the typical hair cut for a military man who likes to be able to wear his helmet comfortably.
Being a Marine, Demyan rarely is required to remove his scorched and charred armor, but when he does he prefers the comfort and regal look of Republic Formal wear. Demyan when given the opportunity will chose to wear a nice suit over his armor as he rarely feels he looks good in his armor, and has actually never had the opportunity to wear a suit. Due to his clothing choices, very few people who serve with Demyan have actually seen anything other than his face, hands and occasionally feet. Under all of his clothing, Demyan bears a single tattoo on his chest that is entirely black and reads, “For the Republic, till death”
Personality: Despite his gruff imposing look, Demyan is one of the nicest men a person could meet. He prefers hugs to hand shakes, laughs at everyone's jokes, and values everyone equally. Demyan however is not a social butterfly as his hearty laugh and loud tone might lead one to believe. Demyan enjoys solitude and silence more than most soldiers, and is a big fan of classical music. Demyan embodies the purity and kindness even a Jedi would envy. Demyan will treat any new person he meets as if they are a long time friend, unless they should anger him. Demyan is hard to anger, and even when he is, it usually fizzles out very shortly, as he too often feels bad for whatever he was angry with. Demyan is honest to a fault and boisterous in almost every situation. While Demyan's body looks more like a beasts than a mans, he has the personality of a loyal dog. Despite his unwavering loyalty, and loud voice, Demyan is at his core, insecure. Demyan has never felt he is attractive, due to never having grown up around other kids. By the time Demyan was interacting with other people on a regular basis, it was in military training and all he was ever called was 'big guy' or other synonyms. Demyan has come to the conclusion that he does not need to be attractive to serve the Republic however, so he pushes that into the back of his mind and focuses on duty.
He views the republic as incorruptible, almost naively so, and is willing to die to protect it. Like many people born and raised on Rendili, Demyan bears a strange accent most uncommon among republic citizens. His “r's” are often rolled, and his “w's” sound like “v's”. This accent often causes Demyan to be misunderstood by more properly speaking citizens, but he does not mind repeating himself. While most citizens born on this planet share this accent, most republic soldiers do not, causing him to stick out among the other troopers more than his size already does. Demyan has a very strong, if almost childlike, dislike for the Sith and Mandalorians alike, viewing them respectively as money grubbing cowards and viscous terrorists.
Demyan will all too often think of the ordinary citizens over his fellow soldiers, criticizing cowardly behavior angrily, and demanding the highest of men under his charge. To Demyan, if a soldier fails to do their duty, a citizen somewhere will suffer for it, and that he cannot allow. One of the few ways to anger Demyan is to fail in your duty, no matter how menial the task may seem.
Demyan is nearly always happy, and rarely responds to taunting, but there are a few things that will anger this hulk of a man easily. His family, the Republic, and his choice of weaponry are all topics one should avoid if they wish to remain on Demyan's good side, as most do and should. Aside from these, Demyan is pretty callous to other forms of taunting and joking, often laughing at quips that might make other sergeants furrow their brow.
Demyan also has a strange relationship with weaponry, idolizing it and treating it as if it were a living breathing organism. He will claim this is because, 'he wants his weapons to treat him right as well' but it is primarily because Demyan finds lengthy conversations with other people exhausting and prefers conversations with inanimate objects. Demyan, while kind and gentle, struggles with polite conversation, as he did not grow up around other children as other soldiers may have. Demyan prefers the calm solitude of a novel to a night with the lads, and stories of battles to stories of civilian life.
Demyan is overall a good order following soldier. He has on many occasions, however, disobeyed orders to save civilians. This makes him irritating to his commanders when deployed in hostage or civilian defense situations, as he will often value 'innocent' lives over the outcome of the battle. All in all Demyan is a loyal dedicated soldier and a soft gentle bear of a man.
Skills: Proficient in heavy weaponry and demolitions
Equipment: Republic heavy trooper armor
, Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon, blaster pistol, two thermal detonators, and a vibrodagger.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 4 (3 when armed with his weapon)
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio:
Demyan was born to a simple family of farmers on the heavily militarized planet of Rendili. His father, Zishka Mikhail, was a kind and hardworking man who instilled his values into his children from the day they were born. Protect what protected you, feed what fed you, and never hurt anyone unless it is to protect others. Demyan's mother, Carlia Mikhail, was the yin to his fathers yang. She was kind, loving, and yet had never worked a day in her life. She came from a well off family of merchants from the local city at which Zishka sold his goods. The two married young, and bore many children, with Demyan was the first.
Being the oldest son in the family Demyan was often expected to assist with the farming, cooking, cleaning, as well as the transporting of their crop to the local city. With all this expected of him, Demyan never had the time, nor the wish, nor his parents the wish, for him to have a formal education. Demyan's siblings, however did attend the local school, further separating them from their quiet lovable brother. What Demyan missed on education, he made up for with military training that his other siblings never got. While he was not formally trained, he was raised with the only blaster around the home, and expected to perform feats of strength around the farm. When a crate needed lifting, Demyan lifted it, when an animal needed to be chased down, Demyan chased it, although with less success on the latter.
In addition to physical fitness, Demyan also was taught to never abuse his strength. He was never allowed to bully or be vengeful against his siblings, or even animals that attacked the family herd. He was only to hunt the beasts to prevent them from harming future animals, but he was never allowed to do so out of emotion, only for protection of his lively hood. Demyan took this to heart and when he learned of the threats posed against the Republic, he viewed it the same way. The republic was his herd, and he would protect it, even when that meant killing the predators hunting it.
Despite being taught all about protection and strength, by Demyan by his 15th birthday had yet to kill a single living creature. He knew how to shoot a blaster straighter than the average cadet, could wrestle a kath hound to the ground, and yet he was terrified of killing another animal. Yet when Demyan's father grew too old to hunt down carnivores that plagued the farm, that duty fell to Demyan. One day after a recent incident where a nerf was found devoured in the fields, the young man was forced to journey into the fields around his livestock and wait for the carnivores to reveal themselves. Late that night a local Kath hound pack began approaching the livestock, forcing Demyan to open fire with his father's blaster rifle, killing one instantly. Demyan, rather than make sure the pack stayed away, ran back inside his home, crying. He hated having to kill, it made him feel awful, and the beast was just doing what nature made it to do. Despite this, Demyan's father told him that instinct was never an excuse for malicious actions, not necessarily in nature, but in the world and the galaxy. Zishka explained calmly that, to protect their family and all they built, Demyan would have to fight and kill the carnivores that are chomping at their door. Demyan finally understood, and he would protect his family by joining the Republic Military.
Being born on Rendili practically guaranteed service in the republic military, and yet Demyan was the first in his family lineage to show a real interest in serving. Demyan however viewed it as a requirement as much as working on the farm was. In his eyes, if the republic loses its control of the galaxy, people just like him will lose their lives, and he could not tolerate that. The republic was just, it did not have prejudice or malice in his eyes, and anyone who sought to take from it or destroy it was an enemy of peace and equality. To protect the government that had protected, fed and raised him, Demyan signed onto the Republic Navy.
Due to his lack of education and burly build, Demyan was recruited to the Naval marines, specializing in landing, boarding and border-repulsion operations. Due to his size and strength, Demyan's sergeant put Demyan on heavy weapons duty, as none of the other soldiers could wield the monstrous Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon with the ease Demyan did. In no time at all, Demyan grew comfortable enough with his bulky heavy repeater that is was all he would take into battle. Close quarters, space operations, all of them warranted a big rotary based blaster in Demyan's eyes and he will dare anyone to say different.
While serving with the Marines, Demyan showed much promise as both a leader and a soldier, and also picked up an interesting habit, reading. Demyan had been taught to read by his mother, but never had access to books and other reading materials like he had while serving in the republic. Suddenly the proud warrior found an endless source of information he never had access to before and it fascinated him. To this day, Demyan can often be found in his quarters, datapad or novel in hand with his nose buried in the pages. This however has not dampened his personality in the slightest. He was an excellent people person, likable, yet he could give orders and ensure his men followed through with them. Demyan, like every other marine, started his career as a cadet in a military base. Demyan's was the stronghold on his homeworld of Rendili, allowing him to train on terrain he was familiar with. However, once the space boarding operations began, Demyan felt nervous and exposed. Demyan had never been in space until he signed onto the Navy, he never had a need to. Space was new and scary to him, and often times other cadets would tease him for this. As the elephant fears the mouse, so too did Demyan fear what others barely acknowledged. Demyan learned quickly though, being the first to master the zero gravity training course and the boarding actions course in record time. By the end of his training, Demyan was extremely confident in his abilities as a marine, having already begun boasting of his victories over the other cadets during meal times. This would soon change once Demyan was met with real conflict however.
Demyan's first taste of real, unsimulated, battle was during a raid of a small band of pirates. Demyan, as well as four other green as grass privates, and a gruff sergeant were on board a small Republic freighter in an area that had recently been plagued with banditry and lost cargo. The plan was to catch the pirates by surprise when they boarded the ship and protect the vital trade routes that fueled the Republic. The mission however took a turn for the worst when one of the pirates in a stroke of luck, killed the group's sergeant the moment the pirate was ambushed, leaving the privates leaderless. After unskillfully killing the pirate, the group discussed what to do, most were terrified and wanted to end the mission, but Demyan remembered what his job was. He was supposed to protect the Republic no matter what, he took an oath and he did not break promises. Demyan instantly barked the cowardly men back into line, his burly build and grizzly beard intimidated the men almost more than the unaware pirates did. The men organized and fanned out throughout the ship, catching pirates by surprise wherever they went and either subduing them or killing them. Eventually Demyan and his men eliminated or captured all of the pirates and completed the assignment, but it was not a celebrated victory, as they had lost their sergeant.
For finishing the mission and taking charge the way he did, Demyan was promoted to Corporal and assigned to another more veteran group of marines on a Republic Cruiser. Demyan served proudly beside that group of men and women for many years, proudly defending the Republic from bandits and pirates. Never once during this time, did Demyan question orders or disobey a command, quickly earning himself a much deserved promotion to Sergeant after his own was promoted to lieutenant. The majority of Demyan's time was spent sitting on a random Republic ship for support, and since there was little actual war going on, this meant sitting on his butt. Despite this slump in the action, Demyan welcomed the calmness that followed his promotion to sergeant. This is however where Demyan's promotions ended, and for a specific reason. Demyan disobeyed orders.
7 years into Demyan's career, he was ordered to defend a small civilian craft as it carried citizens of Corellia away from an earthquake that was threatening their homes. This mission however went from bad to worse when a group of local bandits attacked the craft. Demyan was suddenly left undermanned and outgunned. His measly 5 man squad was barely able to keep the dozens of bandits at bay as they attempted to flee with the civilians. After a lengthy chase, the meager speeder was taken down by the bandits and the fighting shifted to ground combat. The Captain in charge of the operation was already at the end of his resources with the violent earthquake threatening an entire city, and sent the only drop ship he had available to retrieve the Marines. The civilian craft that had once carried them lay burning with most of the passengers still inside. The Captain in charge deemed them already dead, and ordered Demyan to pull his men and the survivors out. Demyan however could still see many of the men and women stuck inside and refused, ordering his men to hold their ground once the survivors were evacuated, stating he can save more. However luck was not on Demyan's side that day, as the bandits soon overwhelmed the marines, killing all of them and taking the ship for themselves as well as the goods stowed inside. Demyan fought bravely, but was injured by a barrage of blaster fire, which his armor mostly absorbed, leaving him alive to watch as all the people he was charged to protect die in front of him.
For disobeying a direct order, Demyan was reprimanded but not discharged from service as he was attempting to save civilian lives. To this day, Demyan still wears the scorched republic heavy trooper armor he wore on that day, with a few of the totally destroyed plates replaced. Since that day however, Demyan has returned to his happy, boisterous self, although he still remembers that battle quite vividly and will refuse to talk of it if questioned.
Demyan now serves wherever he is needed, commanding whatever squad is assigned to him proudly.
Password: Rendili13 (Still don't know what this is XD)
RP Sample: ~All hands to battle stations~ Blared throughout the ship, rousing the hefty marine from his slumber. He was once again providing on ship protection for a freighter on a trade route that had recently been plagued with lost cargo. Demyan assumed it was pirates, always was. Damn outlaws just could not keep to themselves on the outer rim. The burly marine pushed these thoughts from his mind however and brought his focus on his duty, reaching his battle station, his squad. Demyan got up slowly with an economy of energy and a large grunt. Demyan looked out the small window of his quarters to see a massive frigate he was not expecting. This was no pirating ship, this was a military vessel coming straight for them. Demyan responded by only raising his eyebrows, 'That's unexpected' he thought to himself as he quickly turned back to his quarters to gear up.
A slow smile began to spread over the burly marine's face as he saw his armor. Something about it just made him all warm and fuzzy inside. It was sleek, covered his face, yet had a honorable respectable quality to it. It made Demyan feel less unattractive, and protected him as well, what more could he ask for? Demyan quickly suited up before running out into the halls to find navy men hurrying as well towards the command deck. Demyand had to arm himself first and sprinted towards the armory which was in the rear of the ship. The heavy footsteps of the marine pounded down the halls, spurring anyone coming the other direction to make way. In no time Demyan reached the armory and quickly armed himself with his Z-6 Rotary Blaster canon, his pride and joy.
Demyan then turned and made his way quickly to the command deck to be greeted by his squad, whom he warmly shook hands with before turning to the captain. The captain looked nervous, the frigate was large, but had not opened fire yet, much to everyone's surprise. Demyan furrowed his brow but said nothing, nothing he could say would change this situation, so he kept quiet and waited for orders, which it seemed were taking longer and longer to come.
Department: Navy, Marine
Rank: Sergeant
Name: Demyan Mikhail
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 6'5”
Weight: 310 lbs.
Birth place: Rendili, relatively rural Farmland
Appearance:
Demyan is a large burly bear of a man. He is tall, broad shouldered and quite hairy by human standards. He has a full beard that he grooms on a regular basis that he has had with him since he turned 23 and has never shaved off. His body is thick with bulging muscle and a good bit of fat, giving him a large healthy size. Demyan is by no means over weight, but it is clear he eats very healthy. His hair is cut short on the sides and left high and tight on the top, the typical hair cut for a military man who likes to be able to wear his helmet comfortably.
Being a Marine, Demyan rarely is required to remove his scorched and charred armor, but when he does he prefers the comfort and regal look of Republic Formal wear. Demyan when given the opportunity will chose to wear a nice suit over his armor as he rarely feels he looks good in his armor, and has actually never had the opportunity to wear a suit. Due to his clothing choices, very few people who serve with Demyan have actually seen anything other than his face, hands and occasionally feet. Under all of his clothing, Demyan bears a single tattoo on his chest that is entirely black and reads, “For the Republic, till death”
Personality: Despite his gruff imposing look, Demyan is one of the nicest men a person could meet. He prefers hugs to hand shakes, laughs at everyone's jokes, and values everyone equally. Demyan however is not a social butterfly as his hearty laugh and loud tone might lead one to believe. Demyan enjoys solitude and silence more than most soldiers, and is a big fan of classical music. Demyan embodies the purity and kindness even a Jedi would envy. Demyan will treat any new person he meets as if they are a long time friend, unless they should anger him. Demyan is hard to anger, and even when he is, it usually fizzles out very shortly, as he too often feels bad for whatever he was angry with. Demyan is honest to a fault and boisterous in almost every situation. While Demyan's body looks more like a beasts than a mans, he has the personality of a loyal dog. Despite his unwavering loyalty, and loud voice, Demyan is at his core, insecure. Demyan has never felt he is attractive, due to never having grown up around other kids. By the time Demyan was interacting with other people on a regular basis, it was in military training and all he was ever called was 'big guy' or other synonyms. Demyan has come to the conclusion that he does not need to be attractive to serve the Republic however, so he pushes that into the back of his mind and focuses on duty.
He views the republic as incorruptible, almost naively so, and is willing to die to protect it. Like many people born and raised on Rendili, Demyan bears a strange accent most uncommon among republic citizens. His “r's” are often rolled, and his “w's” sound like “v's”. This accent often causes Demyan to be misunderstood by more properly speaking citizens, but he does not mind repeating himself. While most citizens born on this planet share this accent, most republic soldiers do not, causing him to stick out among the other troopers more than his size already does. Demyan has a very strong, if almost childlike, dislike for the Sith and Mandalorians alike, viewing them respectively as money grubbing cowards and viscous terrorists.
Demyan will all too often think of the ordinary citizens over his fellow soldiers, criticizing cowardly behavior angrily, and demanding the highest of men under his charge. To Demyan, if a soldier fails to do their duty, a citizen somewhere will suffer for it, and that he cannot allow. One of the few ways to anger Demyan is to fail in your duty, no matter how menial the task may seem.
Demyan is nearly always happy, and rarely responds to taunting, but there are a few things that will anger this hulk of a man easily. His family, the Republic, and his choice of weaponry are all topics one should avoid if they wish to remain on Demyan's good side, as most do and should. Aside from these, Demyan is pretty callous to other forms of taunting and joking, often laughing at quips that might make other sergeants furrow their brow.
Demyan also has a strange relationship with weaponry, idolizing it and treating it as if it were a living breathing organism. He will claim this is because, 'he wants his weapons to treat him right as well' but it is primarily because Demyan finds lengthy conversations with other people exhausting and prefers conversations with inanimate objects. Demyan, while kind and gentle, struggles with polite conversation, as he did not grow up around other children as other soldiers may have. Demyan prefers the calm solitude of a novel to a night with the lads, and stories of battles to stories of civilian life.
Demyan is overall a good order following soldier. He has on many occasions, however, disobeyed orders to save civilians. This makes him irritating to his commanders when deployed in hostage or civilian defense situations, as he will often value 'innocent' lives over the outcome of the battle. All in all Demyan is a loyal dedicated soldier and a soft gentle bear of a man.
Skills: Proficient in heavy weaponry and demolitions
Equipment: Republic heavy trooper armor
, Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon, blaster pistol, two thermal detonators, and a vibrodagger.Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 4 (3 when armed with his weapon)
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio:
Demyan was born to a simple family of farmers on the heavily militarized planet of Rendili. His father, Zishka Mikhail, was a kind and hardworking man who instilled his values into his children from the day they were born. Protect what protected you, feed what fed you, and never hurt anyone unless it is to protect others. Demyan's mother, Carlia Mikhail, was the yin to his fathers yang. She was kind, loving, and yet had never worked a day in her life. She came from a well off family of merchants from the local city at which Zishka sold his goods. The two married young, and bore many children, with Demyan was the first.
Being the oldest son in the family Demyan was often expected to assist with the farming, cooking, cleaning, as well as the transporting of their crop to the local city. With all this expected of him, Demyan never had the time, nor the wish, nor his parents the wish, for him to have a formal education. Demyan's siblings, however did attend the local school, further separating them from their quiet lovable brother. What Demyan missed on education, he made up for with military training that his other siblings never got. While he was not formally trained, he was raised with the only blaster around the home, and expected to perform feats of strength around the farm. When a crate needed lifting, Demyan lifted it, when an animal needed to be chased down, Demyan chased it, although with less success on the latter.
In addition to physical fitness, Demyan also was taught to never abuse his strength. He was never allowed to bully or be vengeful against his siblings, or even animals that attacked the family herd. He was only to hunt the beasts to prevent them from harming future animals, but he was never allowed to do so out of emotion, only for protection of his lively hood. Demyan took this to heart and when he learned of the threats posed against the Republic, he viewed it the same way. The republic was his herd, and he would protect it, even when that meant killing the predators hunting it.
Despite being taught all about protection and strength, by Demyan by his 15th birthday had yet to kill a single living creature. He knew how to shoot a blaster straighter than the average cadet, could wrestle a kath hound to the ground, and yet he was terrified of killing another animal. Yet when Demyan's father grew too old to hunt down carnivores that plagued the farm, that duty fell to Demyan. One day after a recent incident where a nerf was found devoured in the fields, the young man was forced to journey into the fields around his livestock and wait for the carnivores to reveal themselves. Late that night a local Kath hound pack began approaching the livestock, forcing Demyan to open fire with his father's blaster rifle, killing one instantly. Demyan, rather than make sure the pack stayed away, ran back inside his home, crying. He hated having to kill, it made him feel awful, and the beast was just doing what nature made it to do. Despite this, Demyan's father told him that instinct was never an excuse for malicious actions, not necessarily in nature, but in the world and the galaxy. Zishka explained calmly that, to protect their family and all they built, Demyan would have to fight and kill the carnivores that are chomping at their door. Demyan finally understood, and he would protect his family by joining the Republic Military.
Being born on Rendili practically guaranteed service in the republic military, and yet Demyan was the first in his family lineage to show a real interest in serving. Demyan however viewed it as a requirement as much as working on the farm was. In his eyes, if the republic loses its control of the galaxy, people just like him will lose their lives, and he could not tolerate that. The republic was just, it did not have prejudice or malice in his eyes, and anyone who sought to take from it or destroy it was an enemy of peace and equality. To protect the government that had protected, fed and raised him, Demyan signed onto the Republic Navy.
Due to his lack of education and burly build, Demyan was recruited to the Naval marines, specializing in landing, boarding and border-repulsion operations. Due to his size and strength, Demyan's sergeant put Demyan on heavy weapons duty, as none of the other soldiers could wield the monstrous Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon with the ease Demyan did. In no time at all, Demyan grew comfortable enough with his bulky heavy repeater that is was all he would take into battle. Close quarters, space operations, all of them warranted a big rotary based blaster in Demyan's eyes and he will dare anyone to say different.
While serving with the Marines, Demyan showed much promise as both a leader and a soldier, and also picked up an interesting habit, reading. Demyan had been taught to read by his mother, but never had access to books and other reading materials like he had while serving in the republic. Suddenly the proud warrior found an endless source of information he never had access to before and it fascinated him. To this day, Demyan can often be found in his quarters, datapad or novel in hand with his nose buried in the pages. This however has not dampened his personality in the slightest. He was an excellent people person, likable, yet he could give orders and ensure his men followed through with them. Demyan, like every other marine, started his career as a cadet in a military base. Demyan's was the stronghold on his homeworld of Rendili, allowing him to train on terrain he was familiar with. However, once the space boarding operations began, Demyan felt nervous and exposed. Demyan had never been in space until he signed onto the Navy, he never had a need to. Space was new and scary to him, and often times other cadets would tease him for this. As the elephant fears the mouse, so too did Demyan fear what others barely acknowledged. Demyan learned quickly though, being the first to master the zero gravity training course and the boarding actions course in record time. By the end of his training, Demyan was extremely confident in his abilities as a marine, having already begun boasting of his victories over the other cadets during meal times. This would soon change once Demyan was met with real conflict however.
Demyan's first taste of real, unsimulated, battle was during a raid of a small band of pirates. Demyan, as well as four other green as grass privates, and a gruff sergeant were on board a small Republic freighter in an area that had recently been plagued with banditry and lost cargo. The plan was to catch the pirates by surprise when they boarded the ship and protect the vital trade routes that fueled the Republic. The mission however took a turn for the worst when one of the pirates in a stroke of luck, killed the group's sergeant the moment the pirate was ambushed, leaving the privates leaderless. After unskillfully killing the pirate, the group discussed what to do, most were terrified and wanted to end the mission, but Demyan remembered what his job was. He was supposed to protect the Republic no matter what, he took an oath and he did not break promises. Demyan instantly barked the cowardly men back into line, his burly build and grizzly beard intimidated the men almost more than the unaware pirates did. The men organized and fanned out throughout the ship, catching pirates by surprise wherever they went and either subduing them or killing them. Eventually Demyan and his men eliminated or captured all of the pirates and completed the assignment, but it was not a celebrated victory, as they had lost their sergeant.
For finishing the mission and taking charge the way he did, Demyan was promoted to Corporal and assigned to another more veteran group of marines on a Republic Cruiser. Demyan served proudly beside that group of men and women for many years, proudly defending the Republic from bandits and pirates. Never once during this time, did Demyan question orders or disobey a command, quickly earning himself a much deserved promotion to Sergeant after his own was promoted to lieutenant. The majority of Demyan's time was spent sitting on a random Republic ship for support, and since there was little actual war going on, this meant sitting on his butt. Despite this slump in the action, Demyan welcomed the calmness that followed his promotion to sergeant. This is however where Demyan's promotions ended, and for a specific reason. Demyan disobeyed orders.
7 years into Demyan's career, he was ordered to defend a small civilian craft as it carried citizens of Corellia away from an earthquake that was threatening their homes. This mission however went from bad to worse when a group of local bandits attacked the craft. Demyan was suddenly left undermanned and outgunned. His measly 5 man squad was barely able to keep the dozens of bandits at bay as they attempted to flee with the civilians. After a lengthy chase, the meager speeder was taken down by the bandits and the fighting shifted to ground combat. The Captain in charge of the operation was already at the end of his resources with the violent earthquake threatening an entire city, and sent the only drop ship he had available to retrieve the Marines. The civilian craft that had once carried them lay burning with most of the passengers still inside. The Captain in charge deemed them already dead, and ordered Demyan to pull his men and the survivors out. Demyan however could still see many of the men and women stuck inside and refused, ordering his men to hold their ground once the survivors were evacuated, stating he can save more. However luck was not on Demyan's side that day, as the bandits soon overwhelmed the marines, killing all of them and taking the ship for themselves as well as the goods stowed inside. Demyan fought bravely, but was injured by a barrage of blaster fire, which his armor mostly absorbed, leaving him alive to watch as all the people he was charged to protect die in front of him.
For disobeying a direct order, Demyan was reprimanded but not discharged from service as he was attempting to save civilian lives. To this day, Demyan still wears the scorched republic heavy trooper armor he wore on that day, with a few of the totally destroyed plates replaced. Since that day however, Demyan has returned to his happy, boisterous self, although he still remembers that battle quite vividly and will refuse to talk of it if questioned.
Demyan now serves wherever he is needed, commanding whatever squad is assigned to him proudly.
Password: Rendili13 (Still don't know what this is XD)
RP Sample: ~All hands to battle stations~ Blared throughout the ship, rousing the hefty marine from his slumber. He was once again providing on ship protection for a freighter on a trade route that had recently been plagued with lost cargo. Demyan assumed it was pirates, always was. Damn outlaws just could not keep to themselves on the outer rim. The burly marine pushed these thoughts from his mind however and brought his focus on his duty, reaching his battle station, his squad. Demyan got up slowly with an economy of energy and a large grunt. Demyan looked out the small window of his quarters to see a massive frigate he was not expecting. This was no pirating ship, this was a military vessel coming straight for them. Demyan responded by only raising his eyebrows, 'That's unexpected' he thought to himself as he quickly turned back to his quarters to gear up.
A slow smile began to spread over the burly marine's face as he saw his armor. Something about it just made him all warm and fuzzy inside. It was sleek, covered his face, yet had a honorable respectable quality to it. It made Demyan feel less unattractive, and protected him as well, what more could he ask for? Demyan quickly suited up before running out into the halls to find navy men hurrying as well towards the command deck. Demyand had to arm himself first and sprinted towards the armory which was in the rear of the ship. The heavy footsteps of the marine pounded down the halls, spurring anyone coming the other direction to make way. In no time Demyan reached the armory and quickly armed himself with his Z-6 Rotary Blaster canon, his pride and joy.
Demyan then turned and made his way quickly to the command deck to be greeted by his squad, whom he warmly shook hands with before turning to the captain. The captain looked nervous, the frigate was large, but had not opened fire yet, much to everyone's surprise. Demyan furrowed his brow but said nothing, nothing he could say would change this situation, so he kept quiet and waited for orders, which it seemed were taking longer and longer to come.
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