Post by John Crow on Jan 10, 2016 2:15:48 GMT -5
Name: John Crow
Race: Human
Age: 21
Birthplace: Corellia
Allegiance: Republic
Status: Republic Army
Rank: Private
Height/Weight: 6'0" 88.4505122 KG
Appearance: Wide brown eyes, well kept brown hair, no facial hair, has signs of muscle development (not the heaviest marine), fits perfectly in a cleaned and straightened suit of the standard Republic Soldier armor
Personality: He is a rookie, often has mixed feelings about things, in battle he is not a hardened warrior so he feels scared, determined, and surprised, outside of combat he usually keeps to himself and is seen as shy to others, doesn't shake from adrenaline
Ships/Vehicles: None
Equipment: Blaster Carbine, Blaster Pistol, Fragmentation Grenades, Republic Trooper armor
Stats:
Strength - Average
Agility - Average
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Average
Combat Training:
-Marksmanship - Average
-Hand to hand combat - Adept
-Swordplay - Adept
-Explosives Tactics - Expert
Other Training: None
Biography: John was born on Corellia. He would move to Coruscant in his infancy with his parents Alesa and Tolth Crow, former Mandalorians who wanted out of their politics. He would grow up around militants and be fascinated by the Republic Soldiers and want to become one, which he did. What started his fascination was when the Mandalorians got more aggressive. Troops were seen more and more around the civilian population and so he would grow up around them. He would want to become one because they all looked big, strong, and cool. (His opinion.) During school he was one of the kids who was shy and not very talkative but he had some build to him. Bullies left him alone along with those bullied. He was a above average student, usually maintaining a higher grade than normal in most of his classes. In his tweens, he would learn about the attacks from the Mandalorians and wanted to join the military to help. He was too young so upon enlisting, he was too late to the war. But before his military career, he went into business for some time. He would enlist soon afterwards. He would undergo intense conditioning and beginning battle skills in his first year at the cadet academy. His second year, he would take advanced courses to grow upon these classes and become more familiar with the courses taught. In his third year, he began to learn swordplay. His fourth year was advancing on swordplay and fleshing out his flaws with his other courses. He would pass with higher scores in classroom setting classes and having some skill in other forms of training, showing more intellect than most but being average when coming to physical attributes. In the academy he was placed in a squad whos commander was a sergeant in training (By commander, I refer to them being their leader). The drill sergeant didn't really pick on him too often because others would mess up and that would draw their attention. He would pass basic training and hold his place in his original squad in the army, where he would be stationed on Coruscant for the time being.
Roleplay Sample:
[Training Mission: Defend the Hill]
[Simulation Base]
[Involved Squads: 2]
John was readying up. Stun rounds were loaded into his rifle. Thinking about what to do in situations created in his mind, he was feeling both scared and brave at the same time. He wasn't going to hesitate to shoot at the enemy but we didn't want to let his teammates or himself down and be the first hit. He was listening to his commander, a sergeant in training. They were supposed to defend a flag that took place in a building environment. Hallways, rooms, and stairwells were all involved. It was supposed to represent a high floor on a Coruscant building so the attacking team started on, and had to bring the flag back to, a landing pad. The defenders had some turrets and collapsible cover to defend that also utilized stun rounds. The attackers had to break in, steal the flag, and get out, or they could just eliminate the opposing team. Each side had a "medic" or a person that could bring someone back if not hit in a critical area (Example: forearm). John was on the defense team. There was two hallway entrances to the room they chose to defend. The hallways had closable doors and it was a rounded room. A control station was set up to keep the field lifelike and so it curved around in a circle fashion closer to the center and was slightly elevated compared to the rest around it. The sergeant had set two turrets to cover each door. The defenders had some time to set up. John was on one side next to a turret gunner sitting behind the controls to use as cover. The controls had splits in it so they could be used as cover and still provide a area for turrets to be placed. The sergeant, two other guys, and the medic lay behind ammo crates and were to come to action if they were needed. John and another guy flanked the turret and acted as support for it. Same went for the other side. John was thinking about what would happen this time compared to previous events. Hopefully they come the other way. I don't want to be the guy who gets shot first. He readied up as he heard footsteps nearby. Another trooper did too. "Contact, they are on the other side of the wall." the trooper said. "Are they going to breach?" John asked. "No explosives this round." The sergeant grunted, "They are going to have to take the hallways." As if on cue, two of the 8 attackers sprang from cover on John's hallway by exiting a small entrance to a room. The turret man immediately started shooting at them. The first attacker tried a summersault to evade shots and ducked behind cover of another door way, but the other just ran. The second was hit and he hit the ground like a bag of bricks. The first got to return fire but was unsuccessful with accuracy. Shots went wild as they hit they cover used by the soldiers. John fired and hit the next guy square in the chest. He gasped and dropped like a rock. Even if the medic was to arrive, he wasn't coming back up. The other was hit in the leg and the other guard shot him in the chest as well. "They aren't coming back up." the trooper cracked. Then three other men started firing on the other side of the room. John thought to turn his head and watch but resisted. The other two didn't. As they turned their heads, more troops came from the hallway. Three as well. They came from each exit into the hallway and fired at the turret guy. John shouted, "Contacts! on your six! Alex, get down!" John took cover as Alex, the gunner, turned and got hit in the helmet. "Argh!" The other guard tried to return fire but was also hit in the arm. "Alex and Jacob were hit! Jacob needs to be revived! Medic!" John laid down some fire on the opposition by spraying it across the hallway. The attackers took cover as it happened. The two idle men ran to his position and the medic also hurried to heal Jacob. The sergeant was occupied with the other side. The gunner on that side was hit in the head and the two guards couldn't return fire without getting shot. John peered from behind cover to see the attackers and saw that they were behind cover but waiting for the reload. Jacob was revived and helped aid the push against them. John stood up and ran to the ammo boxes and waited. When Jacob and the other guard started to reload, they all sprung out and shot at them. Jacob was hit again, but this time in the chest. "Ugh." he gasped. The other guy had gotten to cover in time. The gunner was also hit, but in the shoulder. The medic moved to help him when he was shot in the side. As they approached and fired on the defenders whos' backs were turned, John jumped up and fired on them. As soon as he shot two of the men in critical parts, he felt the jolt of electricity and the sudden numbing of his stomach and he dropped. He was hit.
Race: Human
Age: 21
Birthplace: Corellia
Allegiance: Republic
Status: Republic Army
Rank: Private
Height/Weight: 6'0" 88.4505122 KG
Appearance: Wide brown eyes, well kept brown hair, no facial hair, has signs of muscle development (not the heaviest marine), fits perfectly in a cleaned and straightened suit of the standard Republic Soldier armor
Personality: He is a rookie, often has mixed feelings about things, in battle he is not a hardened warrior so he feels scared, determined, and surprised, outside of combat he usually keeps to himself and is seen as shy to others, doesn't shake from adrenaline
Ships/Vehicles: None
Equipment: Blaster Carbine, Blaster Pistol, Fragmentation Grenades, Republic Trooper armor
Stats:
Strength - Average
Agility - Average
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Average
Combat Training:
-Marksmanship - Average
-Hand to hand combat - Adept
-Swordplay - Adept
-Explosives Tactics - Expert
Other Training: None
Biography: John was born on Corellia. He would move to Coruscant in his infancy with his parents Alesa and Tolth Crow, former Mandalorians who wanted out of their politics. He would grow up around militants and be fascinated by the Republic Soldiers and want to become one, which he did. What started his fascination was when the Mandalorians got more aggressive. Troops were seen more and more around the civilian population and so he would grow up around them. He would want to become one because they all looked big, strong, and cool. (His opinion.) During school he was one of the kids who was shy and not very talkative but he had some build to him. Bullies left him alone along with those bullied. He was a above average student, usually maintaining a higher grade than normal in most of his classes. In his tweens, he would learn about the attacks from the Mandalorians and wanted to join the military to help. He was too young so upon enlisting, he was too late to the war. But before his military career, he went into business for some time. He would enlist soon afterwards. He would undergo intense conditioning and beginning battle skills in his first year at the cadet academy. His second year, he would take advanced courses to grow upon these classes and become more familiar with the courses taught. In his third year, he began to learn swordplay. His fourth year was advancing on swordplay and fleshing out his flaws with his other courses. He would pass with higher scores in classroom setting classes and having some skill in other forms of training, showing more intellect than most but being average when coming to physical attributes. In the academy he was placed in a squad whos commander was a sergeant in training (By commander, I refer to them being their leader). The drill sergeant didn't really pick on him too often because others would mess up and that would draw their attention. He would pass basic training and hold his place in his original squad in the army, where he would be stationed on Coruscant for the time being.
Roleplay Sample:
[Training Mission: Defend the Hill]
[Simulation Base]
[Involved Squads: 2]
John was readying up. Stun rounds were loaded into his rifle. Thinking about what to do in situations created in his mind, he was feeling both scared and brave at the same time. He wasn't going to hesitate to shoot at the enemy but we didn't want to let his teammates or himself down and be the first hit. He was listening to his commander, a sergeant in training. They were supposed to defend a flag that took place in a building environment. Hallways, rooms, and stairwells were all involved. It was supposed to represent a high floor on a Coruscant building so the attacking team started on, and had to bring the flag back to, a landing pad. The defenders had some turrets and collapsible cover to defend that also utilized stun rounds. The attackers had to break in, steal the flag, and get out, or they could just eliminate the opposing team. Each side had a "medic" or a person that could bring someone back if not hit in a critical area (Example: forearm). John was on the defense team. There was two hallway entrances to the room they chose to defend. The hallways had closable doors and it was a rounded room. A control station was set up to keep the field lifelike and so it curved around in a circle fashion closer to the center and was slightly elevated compared to the rest around it. The sergeant had set two turrets to cover each door. The defenders had some time to set up. John was on one side next to a turret gunner sitting behind the controls to use as cover. The controls had splits in it so they could be used as cover and still provide a area for turrets to be placed. The sergeant, two other guys, and the medic lay behind ammo crates and were to come to action if they were needed. John and another guy flanked the turret and acted as support for it. Same went for the other side. John was thinking about what would happen this time compared to previous events. Hopefully they come the other way. I don't want to be the guy who gets shot first. He readied up as he heard footsteps nearby. Another trooper did too. "Contact, they are on the other side of the wall." the trooper said. "Are they going to breach?" John asked. "No explosives this round." The sergeant grunted, "They are going to have to take the hallways." As if on cue, two of the 8 attackers sprang from cover on John's hallway by exiting a small entrance to a room. The turret man immediately started shooting at them. The first attacker tried a summersault to evade shots and ducked behind cover of another door way, but the other just ran. The second was hit and he hit the ground like a bag of bricks. The first got to return fire but was unsuccessful with accuracy. Shots went wild as they hit they cover used by the soldiers. John fired and hit the next guy square in the chest. He gasped and dropped like a rock. Even if the medic was to arrive, he wasn't coming back up. The other was hit in the leg and the other guard shot him in the chest as well. "They aren't coming back up." the trooper cracked. Then three other men started firing on the other side of the room. John thought to turn his head and watch but resisted. The other two didn't. As they turned their heads, more troops came from the hallway. Three as well. They came from each exit into the hallway and fired at the turret guy. John shouted, "Contacts! on your six! Alex, get down!" John took cover as Alex, the gunner, turned and got hit in the helmet. "Argh!" The other guard tried to return fire but was also hit in the arm. "Alex and Jacob were hit! Jacob needs to be revived! Medic!" John laid down some fire on the opposition by spraying it across the hallway. The attackers took cover as it happened. The two idle men ran to his position and the medic also hurried to heal Jacob. The sergeant was occupied with the other side. The gunner on that side was hit in the head and the two guards couldn't return fire without getting shot. John peered from behind cover to see the attackers and saw that they were behind cover but waiting for the reload. Jacob was revived and helped aid the push against them. John stood up and ran to the ammo boxes and waited. When Jacob and the other guard started to reload, they all sprung out and shot at them. Jacob was hit again, but this time in the chest. "Ugh." he gasped. The other guy had gotten to cover in time. The gunner was also hit, but in the shoulder. The medic moved to help him when he was shot in the side. As they approached and fired on the defenders whos' backs were turned, John jumped up and fired on them. As soon as he shot two of the men in critical parts, he felt the jolt of electricity and the sudden numbing of his stomach and he dropped. He was hit.