Post by grassyplain on Dec 27, 2015 22:29:35 GMT -5
Name: Evla Maezen
Race: Human
Age: 39
Birthplace: Cedrell system
Allegiance: The Republic
Status: Military Officer
Rank: Commander
Height/Weight: 5' 8'', 160lb
Appearance: Evla is a beautiful woman, with strong, full features and an almost timeless face that doesn't betray the fact that she's creeping into her middle age . She is very muscular, especially in her arms and she has notably perfect posture that makes her seem even taller than she is. Her build is solid, her muscular body type making her nearly unmovable. She has a nasty scar across her stomach, and a very old one on the back of her right hand, silvery scar tissue especially clear against her dark skin. Though she's had her share of admirers in the past, she's modest, wearing little to no makeup and keeping her thick, dark, curly hair, quite stunning when given attention, cropped short. Her dark eyes are piercing and she tends to keep eye contact longer than makes people comfortable. In her usually slightly rumpled military uniform she looks a little less than professional, but her demeanor makes up for her sloppy dressing. She speaks with a clipped Core World accent.
Personality: Evla doesn't make friends easily, one of the most commonly cited complaints on her evaluations is that she isn't good at commanding large groups. With smaller teams of people she trusts however, she's golden. Evla has a brilliant mind and an all consuming drive to succeed, she's a career military woman and puts a lot of focus on her job. She forms close relationships quickly with those she works closely with, and is very loyal to her friends, her family, and the Republic. Evla has a terrible sense of humor and it becomes even worse under stress, she doesn't make jokes often but she'll laugh at terrible ones. She likes to make herself think outside the box, and has a gift for looking at problems from new directions. Although she arguably shouldn't be in a leadership position, she's better suited to analysis and intelligence, she tries to do her best with her rank on occasions when she's put in command. Put her in command of a squadron and even if she's uncomfortable with such a large team she'll try to get to know every one of them, she's very aware of her own weaknesses and works to combat them. Evla is a workaholic who does not sleep a lot, she has pushed herself into an unhealthy place in the past and these days makes a point of taking time to unwind, calling or writing home, sketching, or watering her plants. Even with these breaks she still puts in overtime most of the time.
Ships/Vehicles: Whatever she's stationed on.
Equipment: Standard Republic uniforms, blasters, ect.
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Superior
Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Superior
Charisma - Below Average
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Blasters- Expert
Hand To Hand- Adept
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Codebreaking and Strategy- Expert
Piloting- Apprentice
Drawing- Adept
Speaks Twi'leki- Apprentice
Speaks Durese- Unskilled
Speaks Rodese- Novice
Understands/Speaks Mando'a- Apprentice/Novice
Biography: Evla's parents were both in the military of the Republic, her mother a skilled demolitions expert from the outer rim and her father an officer from Cedrell, a small Core Planet. Evla's mother retired briefly when she was born, moving to Cedrell to live with her in-laws and raise her child. When Evla was ten her father retired and her mother reenlisted and did a stint as an instructor. Evla spent her entire early life with a parent in the Army of the Republic. Their military lifestyle affected her deeply, she was raised to be disciplined and to always give one hundred percent. Her grandparents were the more sympathetic, cuddly figures in her childhood, compared to her sharp, uncouth mother and stern father. Still, there were some advantages. She was possibly the only child in her sleepy Cedrellian town who knew how to shoot straight by the age of eight and she spoke military lingo as a toddler, her precocious grasp of starship slang entertaining her parent's visiting friends to no end. She was educated in her local school, and excelled at her classes. In addition she also showed a youthful interest in languages, spurred on by a Twi'lek childhood friend. As a child she wanted to be an artist, but as she grew older she decided to instead try for a spot in a prestigious military academy, at her father's urging. At the age of seventeen she was accepted, and in many ways her fate was sealed.
Evla struggled at first in the rigorous academy, it was more of a change of pace than she had expected. After nearly failing a class she came back to Cedrell for the holidays, and tearfully confessed to her mother that she couldn't do it. Her mother was unsympathetic, telling her that she didn't think Evla was giving it her all. Evla protested, but over the course of the break she began to wonder. Was she really trying her best to succeed? She gave it a lot of thought and when she returned to school for the second half of the year it was with a new light in her eyes. She was determined to succeed or hurt herself trying, a sentiment that might have driven any other student to desperation. For Evla however it worked, she began to slowly but surely recover. She stopped putting as much effort into her hobbies, reading trashy novels, gardening, and drawing, and put more and more time into studying and training. By her second year she had gone from the lowest quarter of the class to the second highest one, by her third year she was practically on honor roll. While she was never the best student her work ethic and intelligence made her a a strong candidate for further military promotion.
At the Academy she excelled at military strategy and analysis, as well as some language learning, primarily dialect similar or related to her native Basic. Maths and science came easily to her, and code breaking became an especial talent. Her knack for recognizing human patterns and thinking outside of the box became an asset to her as she progressed into more high level classes.
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She also continued to hone her combat abilities. Evla began learning how to shoot when she was six, tagging along with her mother as she practiced, and ended up talented at all ranges with most projectile weapons. In addition her long years of training have given her talent at punching and subduing others. Evla is strong with quick reflexes, and it shows, she has a very confident fighting style
She was commissioned at the age of twenty three, after completing several courses of study. She ended up serving under various officers as lieutenant before finally making a name for herself during a disastrous encounter with a group of pirates holding a small mid rim settlement. Though the mission was been disastrous no matter what way you sliced it, Evla helped keep it from becoming a total loss, and that turned heads. After her commanding officer died in a crash, she and a few surviving soldiers trekked through the forest and made upstream of the river that flowed through the occupied village. They blocked the river and started picking off pirates who came to investigate, weakening their forces. Then they flooded the village, relying on the fact that the villagers were used to yearly flooding but the pirates were not. In the ensuing chaos they managed to regain control of the strategically important region, though not without casualties on all sides.
Evla was promoted shortly after, and more importantly came away from the experience with a richer sense of her own abilities. Anyone who takes out two hundred pirates with two dozen men and a makeshift dam isn't completely incompetent. After those early periods of field experience, she spent a lot of time in the Core Worlds, serving as an intelligence analyst. She saw little other conflict, even during the Mandalorian wars she was more of a behind the scenes woman. (Though during the conflict she spent a lot of free time brushing up on her Mandalorian culture and language, in case she did end up in the field.) She did do a lot of good work however, which drew some attention. Though not a rapidly rising star Evla has distinguished herself as singularly intelligent and reliable.
Most recently she's been serving on various Republic as an itinerant analyst, a wandering intelligence officer, if you will, filling in whenever they need a spare brain. While this hasn't done wonders for her social life it has given her new opportunities to see the galaxy and demonstrate her skills. And in this current conflict who knows what could happen?
Roleplay Sample:
Evla arrived right on time for her shift. This wasn't out of the ordinary, her current commanding officer was a stickler for timeliness and everyone else was punctual as well. What was unique was that she arrived with half her work already done. Evla had even fewer friends than usual on this ship, she knew barely anyone, and she had thrown herself into her work with even more aplomb than usual. Banned from working official overtime by her stickler for the rules overseer, she had taken to working casually during her downtime. She had less access to resources, but she found a lot of her job was just throwing possibilities at the wall until they stuck and thinking around around the problem. She could come up with new ideas in her bunk (single bed, the advantages of rank) and then test them during her official work hours, or delegate to the lower level data analysts who worked for her.
Work beat talking to her plants at least.
She sat at her terminal and glared, apparently she was being reassigned from the current mysterious thefts, and put on a new problem, some codebreaking puzzle. All that work for nothing. She quickly typed up what she had figured out the last night cycle and attached it to her final report, hoping whoever got it next would be smart enough to follow up on the allegations of corporate corruption that seemed like they might be connected.
She didn't make it very far, she was good at codes but they didn't interest her the way more human problems did, before she made the executive decision to take a caf break. One of her coworkers, the sallow Rodian with the knack for parsing local crime reports, was there as well, sipping on water from a flimsy cup. Evla gave her a polite nod, and got back to work. She could hear her mother gently berating her in her head, reminding her that she needed to make friends, that she couldn't stay cooped up forever. Evla knew this was probably right, it wasn't healthy to be so cut off, but it seemed a lot of effort to exert when she was just going to be moved in a month anyways. Idly she wondered who the nerfherder in charge of assignments was who had her bouncing from ship to ship like a rubber flower from the Hosnian moons. She was getting homesick for her nice solid desk job in Corellia.
She made a break though on the code, not enough to solve it but enough to maybe give a droid enough room to do so, and leaned back in her chair.
She was almost getting comfortable, quite a feat given how the chairs were made to be vaguely functional for twenty species and cozy for none of them, when she got a call to report to her supervisor.
Evla had been on field ops before, she had some rank there in the cave of data parsing, and her supervisor was third in command of the entire ship. She started planning the best way to pack up her meager belongings.
Race: Human
Age: 39
Birthplace: Cedrell system
Allegiance: The Republic
Status: Military Officer
Rank: Commander
Height/Weight: 5' 8'', 160lb
Appearance: Evla is a beautiful woman, with strong, full features and an almost timeless face that doesn't betray the fact that she's creeping into her middle age . She is very muscular, especially in her arms and she has notably perfect posture that makes her seem even taller than she is. Her build is solid, her muscular body type making her nearly unmovable. She has a nasty scar across her stomach, and a very old one on the back of her right hand, silvery scar tissue especially clear against her dark skin. Though she's had her share of admirers in the past, she's modest, wearing little to no makeup and keeping her thick, dark, curly hair, quite stunning when given attention, cropped short. Her dark eyes are piercing and she tends to keep eye contact longer than makes people comfortable. In her usually slightly rumpled military uniform she looks a little less than professional, but her demeanor makes up for her sloppy dressing. She speaks with a clipped Core World accent.
Personality: Evla doesn't make friends easily, one of the most commonly cited complaints on her evaluations is that she isn't good at commanding large groups. With smaller teams of people she trusts however, she's golden. Evla has a brilliant mind and an all consuming drive to succeed, she's a career military woman and puts a lot of focus on her job. She forms close relationships quickly with those she works closely with, and is very loyal to her friends, her family, and the Republic. Evla has a terrible sense of humor and it becomes even worse under stress, she doesn't make jokes often but she'll laugh at terrible ones. She likes to make herself think outside the box, and has a gift for looking at problems from new directions. Although she arguably shouldn't be in a leadership position, she's better suited to analysis and intelligence, she tries to do her best with her rank on occasions when she's put in command. Put her in command of a squadron and even if she's uncomfortable with such a large team she'll try to get to know every one of them, she's very aware of her own weaknesses and works to combat them. Evla is a workaholic who does not sleep a lot, she has pushed herself into an unhealthy place in the past and these days makes a point of taking time to unwind, calling or writing home, sketching, or watering her plants. Even with these breaks she still puts in overtime most of the time.
Ships/Vehicles: Whatever she's stationed on.
Equipment: Standard Republic uniforms, blasters, ect.
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Superior
Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Superior
Charisma - Below Average
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Blasters- Expert
Hand To Hand- Adept
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Codebreaking and Strategy- Expert
Piloting- Apprentice
Drawing- Adept
Speaks Twi'leki- Apprentice
Speaks Durese- Unskilled
Speaks Rodese- Novice
Understands/Speaks Mando'a- Apprentice/Novice
Biography: Evla's parents were both in the military of the Republic, her mother a skilled demolitions expert from the outer rim and her father an officer from Cedrell, a small Core Planet. Evla's mother retired briefly when she was born, moving to Cedrell to live with her in-laws and raise her child. When Evla was ten her father retired and her mother reenlisted and did a stint as an instructor. Evla spent her entire early life with a parent in the Army of the Republic. Their military lifestyle affected her deeply, she was raised to be disciplined and to always give one hundred percent. Her grandparents were the more sympathetic, cuddly figures in her childhood, compared to her sharp, uncouth mother and stern father. Still, there were some advantages. She was possibly the only child in her sleepy Cedrellian town who knew how to shoot straight by the age of eight and she spoke military lingo as a toddler, her precocious grasp of starship slang entertaining her parent's visiting friends to no end. She was educated in her local school, and excelled at her classes. In addition she also showed a youthful interest in languages, spurred on by a Twi'lek childhood friend. As a child she wanted to be an artist, but as she grew older she decided to instead try for a spot in a prestigious military academy, at her father's urging. At the age of seventeen she was accepted, and in many ways her fate was sealed.
Evla struggled at first in the rigorous academy, it was more of a change of pace than she had expected. After nearly failing a class she came back to Cedrell for the holidays, and tearfully confessed to her mother that she couldn't do it. Her mother was unsympathetic, telling her that she didn't think Evla was giving it her all. Evla protested, but over the course of the break she began to wonder. Was she really trying her best to succeed? She gave it a lot of thought and when she returned to school for the second half of the year it was with a new light in her eyes. She was determined to succeed or hurt herself trying, a sentiment that might have driven any other student to desperation. For Evla however it worked, she began to slowly but surely recover. She stopped putting as much effort into her hobbies, reading trashy novels, gardening, and drawing, and put more and more time into studying and training. By her second year she had gone from the lowest quarter of the class to the second highest one, by her third year she was practically on honor roll. While she was never the best student her work ethic and intelligence made her a a strong candidate for further military promotion.
At the Academy she excelled at military strategy and analysis, as well as some language learning, primarily dialect similar or related to her native Basic. Maths and science came easily to her, and code breaking became an especial talent. Her knack for recognizing human patterns and thinking outside of the box became an asset to her as she progressed into more high level classes.
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She also continued to hone her combat abilities. Evla began learning how to shoot when she was six, tagging along with her mother as she practiced, and ended up talented at all ranges with most projectile weapons. In addition her long years of training have given her talent at punching and subduing others. Evla is strong with quick reflexes, and it shows, she has a very confident fighting style
She was commissioned at the age of twenty three, after completing several courses of study. She ended up serving under various officers as lieutenant before finally making a name for herself during a disastrous encounter with a group of pirates holding a small mid rim settlement. Though the mission was been disastrous no matter what way you sliced it, Evla helped keep it from becoming a total loss, and that turned heads. After her commanding officer died in a crash, she and a few surviving soldiers trekked through the forest and made upstream of the river that flowed through the occupied village. They blocked the river and started picking off pirates who came to investigate, weakening their forces. Then they flooded the village, relying on the fact that the villagers were used to yearly flooding but the pirates were not. In the ensuing chaos they managed to regain control of the strategically important region, though not without casualties on all sides.
Evla was promoted shortly after, and more importantly came away from the experience with a richer sense of her own abilities. Anyone who takes out two hundred pirates with two dozen men and a makeshift dam isn't completely incompetent. After those early periods of field experience, she spent a lot of time in the Core Worlds, serving as an intelligence analyst. She saw little other conflict, even during the Mandalorian wars she was more of a behind the scenes woman. (Though during the conflict she spent a lot of free time brushing up on her Mandalorian culture and language, in case she did end up in the field.) She did do a lot of good work however, which drew some attention. Though not a rapidly rising star Evla has distinguished herself as singularly intelligent and reliable.
Most recently she's been serving on various Republic as an itinerant analyst, a wandering intelligence officer, if you will, filling in whenever they need a spare brain. While this hasn't done wonders for her social life it has given her new opportunities to see the galaxy and demonstrate her skills. And in this current conflict who knows what could happen?
Roleplay Sample:
Evla arrived right on time for her shift. This wasn't out of the ordinary, her current commanding officer was a stickler for timeliness and everyone else was punctual as well. What was unique was that she arrived with half her work already done. Evla had even fewer friends than usual on this ship, she knew barely anyone, and she had thrown herself into her work with even more aplomb than usual. Banned from working official overtime by her stickler for the rules overseer, she had taken to working casually during her downtime. She had less access to resources, but she found a lot of her job was just throwing possibilities at the wall until they stuck and thinking around around the problem. She could come up with new ideas in her bunk (single bed, the advantages of rank) and then test them during her official work hours, or delegate to the lower level data analysts who worked for her.
Work beat talking to her plants at least.
She sat at her terminal and glared, apparently she was being reassigned from the current mysterious thefts, and put on a new problem, some codebreaking puzzle. All that work for nothing. She quickly typed up what she had figured out the last night cycle and attached it to her final report, hoping whoever got it next would be smart enough to follow up on the allegations of corporate corruption that seemed like they might be connected.
She didn't make it very far, she was good at codes but they didn't interest her the way more human problems did, before she made the executive decision to take a caf break. One of her coworkers, the sallow Rodian with the knack for parsing local crime reports, was there as well, sipping on water from a flimsy cup. Evla gave her a polite nod, and got back to work. She could hear her mother gently berating her in her head, reminding her that she needed to make friends, that she couldn't stay cooped up forever. Evla knew this was probably right, it wasn't healthy to be so cut off, but it seemed a lot of effort to exert when she was just going to be moved in a month anyways. Idly she wondered who the nerfherder in charge of assignments was who had her bouncing from ship to ship like a rubber flower from the Hosnian moons. She was getting homesick for her nice solid desk job in Corellia.
She made a break though on the code, not enough to solve it but enough to maybe give a droid enough room to do so, and leaned back in her chair.
She was almost getting comfortable, quite a feat given how the chairs were made to be vaguely functional for twenty species and cozy for none of them, when she got a call to report to her supervisor.
Evla had been on field ops before, she had some rank there in the cave of data parsing, and her supervisor was third in command of the entire ship. She started planning the best way to pack up her meager belongings.
