Post by Argetlam on Jun 27, 2018 18:57:02 GMT -5
" Don't Judge Me Cause I'm Quiet, No One Plans A Murder Aloud."  Damian Yorkshire Full Name • Damian Yorkshire Nickname • Grog, Adrenaline Junkie Race • Human-Kiffar Birthplace • Coruscant Age • 28 Gender • Male Sexuality • heterosexual Faction • Republic/Fringe Concept • Rank Three: Special Forces/Mercenary/Spy? Languages • Basic, Droid-Speak ( understood ), Huttese (Fluent) Assets • Blaster Rifle, 2 Blaster Pistols, Utility belt (Contains encrypted comlink, survival rations, grappling spike launcher, rebreather, medpac, spare power pack) Vibro Knife and a Multi tool. As well as his armor. Some funds from the republic. Appearance Face Claim • Travis Willingham Height & Weight • 6'2 220lbs Overall Looks • Who needs looks when you have character right? Well fortunately for Damian he has some of both. Although his looks fall under the roguishly handsome category thanks to his tousled dark brown hair and semi kept beard. If you could get past these two then you’d notice a fairly normal looking nose, and a pair of thin lips. His face is finished of by a pair of stunning eyes he’s had since birth. One the color of hazel and the other a startling blue. Looking farther down Damian is pretty well built from his years in the service as well as to accompany his looks there is a long scar leading from his elbow to his wrist from a previous engagement. As well as a few blaster bolt scars dotting a few places on his chest Moving onto his attire, Damian usually prefers protection over comfort preferring his durasteel armor to that of a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Mind you though he does know when to take a chill pill and loaf around in a baggy shirt and a pair of comfy jeans, or loose sweatpants. Personality Profile Quiet yet pretty talkative once you get to know him Damian is more of an onlooker than one to make a scene. (unless that is what needed) He is pretty well mannered in all that he does although he can be a little sporadic if the occasion should arise. Cold and calculating isn’t exactly the right word because he is a pretty cool and chill guy once you get to know him, but his years in the military have taught him that there is a time and a place for everything Most of his life Damian did have amazing parental figures to look up and much of their nose to the ground hard working people has worn off on him and when need be he can be the same. As I said Damian is just a ball of in mystery. Just like every job has a tool, Aiden has a way of adapting to his situation when the need is absolutely necessary. Background Father • Richter Yorkshire, 65, Owner of a shipyard on coruscant Mother • Lydia Yorkshre (Kiffar), 68, Co-Owner of the shipyard ( Retired pilot from the Republic Navy ) Siblings • Jakob Kane, 32, Works at his father's shipyard Felicity Kane, 34, Analytics Officer in the republic navy Other Important Connections • Overall History • Of Starships And Boobymilk The youngest of three. Damian and his siblings were always treated equally and had all the love that they could handle from his parents. Growing up with a pilot mother and a father who spent his days and nights working on and repairing ships. So it’s easy to say that he was going to be surrounded by starships his entire life. It just so happened that, that was exactly what was going to happen. Finally coming home after being born, Damian 's first few years played out pretty normally well as normal as anyone's life can go. Gotta Get Your Hands Dirty Once In A While At around the age of four Damian 's father brought him to the shipyard for the first time. Looking around the found boy was dumbfounded at the shear size of some of the ships. Seeing them in person was sooo much different from watching them leave the atmosphere from the window in his room. Damian sat and watched his dad and the droids work on the ships and smile at what could be done. Even at a young age he could appreciate the work that was put into repairing the ships around him. Around his sixth birthday he was finally able to help his dad with some of the more lower end jobs he would grab tools and hand them over. He would watch and listen to all the things his father would tell him. There would even be times where his father would have Damian come with him when testing the ships before finally returning them to their rightful owners. With Age Comes… Dang What Was It Again? Getting older brought more responsibility with that came more responsibility. Nearly twice now Damian would help with nearly everything in the shop when he wasn't out with his friends or working on some own projects of his own. Nonetheless this didn't mean that he enjoyed it any less. What could be better than doing something you loved with people you enjoyed doing it with. Even though he was nowhere near old enough to decide what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. Damian knew that he would want to do something with the starships that he and his father worked on. But where his true love and passion was, had yet to even be seen. Understanding. He was nearly 18 at this point. The years went by and with them came more knowledge of the world around him. And most importantly the first times flying alone well not always alone. The occasional girlfriend would accompany him and they’d watch the stars… Yea the stars. The rush was like nothing he’d had before, the shake of the ships as he’d left the atmosphere. Let alone the freedom that it was giving him nothing good ever lasts when war hits though. The single thought in his mind was ADVENTURE! What else would be a better way to see the galaxy? So he sat down with his parents and talked with both. His mother cried and his father just sat there staring off, His sister had joined the navy. It wasn’t like she was on the front lines like Damian wanted to be, all she did was sit there and crunch numbers. It was probably more complicated than that but oh well. Eventually he had consoled his mother from crying and she went off to bed as it was getting late. Damian had began to get up to leave the table only to have his hand grabbed gently by his father. Taking the note he sat back down at the table and looked at his father. They spent a few minutes sitting there before he began telling Damian about his mom’s time in the navy. He sat there listening intently to the stories as his mom rarely even mentioned her time serving. Apparently his mother had lost more friends then she cared to admit and it left a imprint on her. Now with the war, sith, and everything else that was going on all it did was worry her even more. It wasn’t the fact that she didn’t believe in him, she just didn’t want to lose any of her children. Damian understood that but he couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. A few weeks past with less and struggle from his parents as he continued bringing up the military. Eventually he wore them down enough that they gave him their blessing. Damian probably could have just left and joined without them even knowing but, he couldn’t do that to either of them. They were his parents and had always been there for him when he needed them. There was no reason to betray their trust when he knew that eventually they would understand. So not too long after he signed up and sent off to Corellia for basic training. Don’t Ya Know The Basics? Damian arrived on Corellia with about fifteen to twenty other recruits and was met with the screaming and yelling of a drill sergeant as soon as he’d stepped off the shuttle. The next few months where filled with your normal basic training, yelling of a drill sergeant and the occasional joke the the recruits played on one another. Throughout all of his training Damian excelled way above that of his peers, his marksmanship was the best from the entirety of the class and his understanding of battlefield tactics where something to gawk at. Through all of this Damian put that Nose To The Grindstone Mentality to everything that he did. No matter how much he wanted to go home and quit. (thanks to the early, long days and tiring physical training) Thanks to his above averageness in almost all of his classes and training Damian was promoted to Corporal and given command over his own squad. He’d never been more proud of himself in his entire life. Nothing seemed to compare to the feeling of joy that he was feeling. For the first few years Damian and his squad were assigned to a cruiser as a part of it’s security detail as well as a strike force when the need arised. It was boring and the only thing that kept him going was the thought of how he was able to travel. Man, Taris Was A Shit Show. A few more years passed and Damian and his squad where still sitting and, waiting for atleast something to happen. Sure at this point the war with the sith had begun but through some miracle or another the fleet that the were assigned to was tasked with the defense of Coruscant. That all changed when they were tasked with relieving another fleet that had been on the front lines. Almost everyone that Damian talked to about it were excited about this then there were the ones who were scared and in all honesty that was ok. The new orders that they had been given was to defend a planet named Taris. Damian had never heard of it but apparently it was pretty important so they went. Upon arrival nothing seemed out of the ordinary, Damian and his squad where even tasked with planetary defense. That joy that Damian and each of his squadmates had when getting away from the stale recycled air of their cruiser was soon replaced with feelings of dread. The invasion of Taris had begun within a few months of their arrival. Damian and his squad where recently tasked with holding a tower which held a few VIP’s. No dropships had been able to make it near them without the fear of being shot down my sith interceptors. So they were stuck with these whiney upper class citizens who for whatever reason didn’t truly understand the extent of their predicament. The first few days brought nothing but a few squads of sith soldiers which were dealt with before they knew what hit them. Damian often thought of how lucky he and his men were that they where away from any of the real battles even if they had to deal with these overgrown toddlers. Nearly a week had passed and coms had stopped working all his men would hear was the hazy static on the other end. The explosions and flaring of fighters and bombers passing above was their only comfort of knowing that they weren’t alone. Soon this loneliness turned into fear as the encountered the first Rakghoul of many. Resting on the second floor of their tower headquarters Damian spotted a strange shambling creature heading their way through his macrobinoculars. He gestured to one of his men to follow with him. Upon getting closer what they saw was ghastly, the thing was in sith trooper armor yet the armor was cracked, shattered and peppered with blaster bolts. Looking closer they noted the clawed hands and malformed face through the cracked visor. Staring in awe Damian never hear the first blaster bolt ring out as the man he had brought with him fired. It slammed into the creatures arm and with inhuman speed it whipped around to the two of them and pounced and the one who had fired. Before Damian was able to pull up his blaster the creature had knocked down the other man and slashed with its long claws across his chest leaving long slash marks. Before the Rakghouls mouth shot down at the mans neck, a blaster bolt hit true in the side of its head leaving it limp and falling to the side. Running over to his man Damian noted the bloody slash marks that now highlighted his chest. He placed bandages over the wound and patched him up to the best of his abilities. The man babbled on and on until he finally passed out, most likely due to shock. Finally arriving back at the semi-bombed and collapsed tower that they had been using as a camp Damian helped make his man as comfortable as possible on a cott. The next day there was a scream from the room where the wounded squad member had been laid to rest. Running in Damian found the newly transformed Rakghoul was ripping into one of the VIP’s. With little thought he raised his blaster and put an end to both of them. Days passed and the Rakghoul encounters got worse and worse. The numbers seemed to be growing and the amount that came each time grew as well. Somehow the comms where still down which only added to the helplessness. One by one the men around him either fell to the ghouls or by their own hand. By the time that the comms where finally up and running half of his squad was gone but somehow the only VIP casualty was the one who had met his untimely demise thanks to the newly made Rakghoul. This planet was going to be the end of all of them if they didn’t leave soon. The ghouls seemed to never end and they had to move up nearly three floors, barricading each one as they moved up. In some kind of sick miracle the comms finally began working again. Damian called for an extraction and he and what was left of his squad as well as the VIPs left the next day only to find them self back in the stale recycled air that they had been so happy to leave not even a few months ago. To each and everyone of them the cold recycled air seemed like a blessing. War, Huh, What Is It Good For? The war raged on, Damian and his men were sent on mission after grueling mission. Somewhere along the way Damian’s name was thrown around in the top brass. Although his sister denies it, Damian was practically certain that she had had something to do with special forces taking a look at him a few months after Taris or perhaps it was just his abilities in psychometry. To his surprise he was accepted into the training and spent the next few months in the grueling training. Although he didn’t graduate at the top of his class Damian did manage to do very well for himself and excel in most of his classes. By the end of all of this he was reassigned to a different platoon and the missions definitely ramped up in difficulty. Gathering information, sabotage, taking out lower end political party members, smuggling good to republic supporters in sith space, ambushing supply lines etc. These missions filled his time for the next few years never leaving him with a dull moment. Sprinkled throughout the missions he did have some time to himself. In this time he would go back and meet with his family and spend a few days with them before having to return to active duty. *Insert James Bond Theme Song* Though none of these missions could have prepared him for the Battle Of Coruscant. The Empire had been pushing the Republic farther and farther into their own space, and it seemed that nothing that the Republic did could stop them. Damian and his squad were busier than ever, even more missions littered his time and they did all the they could to try and stem the flow of the Sith Forces. Needless to say their efforts did very little to stop them, and eventually the Empire fell upon Coruscant. The ships of the empire hung in the atmosphere above Coruscant as eerie shadows of death. Almost immediately Damian and his squad were reassigned as a type of “ band-aid” unit sitting and being used where ever they could be whether it be helping to defend the senate or sabotage landing zones the the Imperials would be using. This carried on for a few days until they were tasked with the most daring mission of the war. He and his squad was tasked with sabotaging a Imperial Carrier, at first all of them scoffed and chuckled at the idea. Then realizing that their CO was completely serious. After being briefed on all that they would need to know they were given the next day to rest and ready themselves for the mission ahead of them. The day of the mission came, what they had been told was that they would need to commandeer an Imperial vessel along with the uniforms of the men who had originally been taking care of said ship. A few vibro knives and a storage closet was all that Damian and the other members of his squad needed to take care of this phase of the mission. Once lifting off they would have to rely on codes that the logistics division had given them to make sure that the now Republic controlled ship would not be blown out of the sky as soon as it made it into the atmosphere. Surprisingly this part of the mission went down without a hitch. After a few breathless minutes the spec ops found themselves docking in an Imperial carrier. Once aboard the squad would be tasked with making their way through the ship and to the engine rooms without being suspected. Although there is only so far that you can get in a Imperial carrier, especially with bags slung over their backs. Though thanks to the thinking of one of his squad mates when they showed the troopers the bags all that they saw was laundry. With the close call out of the way they made it to the engine room. Once there the squad took care of the two guards as well as the security measures in the room. Once done with all of this they made their way to the main reactors. Whilst Damian and the another member set the chargers the other members took care of watching the door. After setting the explosives the rest of the mission went off without a hitch. After making their way to the ship, and taking off after receiving flight clearance from the bridge they took off. Once a safe distance away from the carrier Damian pressed the detonator. Needless to say the Battle Of Coruscant ended soon afterwards and the empire was pushed back rapidly. What Now? The war was finally technically over and the need for Damian’s squad wasn’t as necessary. So He used his connections with his sister in the logistics division to help him transfer over to the SIS. Not long after Damian was transferred divisions and began his with his new job. It was way more spy esque stuff than he was used to but the work was honestly not too different than what he’d been doing previously. Gather information and bring it back for processing. The years passed and his work continued on, though his work was starting to bring him deeper and deeper into the field. Eventually it grew to the point of where Damian would just be given free reign to find and report on whatever he found was important. At the moment he’s been building up a reputation and has been looking to join the crew of the Our Lady Of Onderon. |
