Post by A®heim on Nov 24, 2008 19:59:22 GMT -5
Faction: Republic Military
Department: Long-Range Tactical Rifle Specialist of H.A.L.O.A.T.W.
Name: Sean Mu'haro
Race: Human
Age: 30
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 157 lbs.
Appearance:
In combat he is often seen (or not) in a foliage cloak made to blend in perfectly with his surroundings. Otherwise he is perfectly comfortable in his uniform slacks and cargo vest. His eyes are steel gray and almost never blink.
Birth place: Coruscant
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 8
Alignment: +2
Bio:
Sean Mu'haro was born on the planet Coruscant to a fairly pleasant family. His father owned a profitable virtual hunting facility and they were able to live in the upper levels of civilization on the extremely populated planet.
His mother was able to stay at home and take care of her two children without fear of poverty. As a result of this, Sean and his sister Rachel had a well nurtured and fulfilling upbringing.
Rachel, who was 7 years older than Sean, left home when he was 10 to seek out her own life an environmental researcher on the planet Bothawui. Although saddened by her choice to leave, Sean swore to never allow her absence impede him to become an accomplished person.
He attended a fair school and with the help of his supportive family did very well. Sean was especially gifted in math, more specifically trigonometry. At his own request, he was taught this advanced subject at the age of only 12. He still passed at the top of his class.
His father's business was a virtual hunting range for those who wished to experience the thrill without leaving the safety of Coruscant. For a moderate fee, hunters could test their skill on multiple environments against many varieties of creatures from across the galaxy.
On his 13th birthday, Sean was given a full membership to his father's range. His father didn't wish his only son to become an overconfident, gun-slinging moron like some of his customers, so it was only with great pleading on his son's behalf that he could be allowed to learn the art.
By age 15, Sean Mu'haro was number one on the high score list of every environment in the hologram computer. It wasn't long before legendary hunters began to show up at his father's business, offering thousands of credits to be allowed to challenge his son one on one.
With the exception of only a few of the very best, Sean was able to top most of his opponents. If they managed to fell a kashyyyk bantha, Sean was already "skinning" a virtual Bolotaur.
Naturally it wasn't long before the republic military got word of this young rifle prodigy. Enlisters began to show up at his family's residence regularly only to be promptly turned away by the father who adamantly refused to let his son go get killed.
In the end, it was Sean himself that convinced his father to let him join. He reasoned that the republic military keeps peace in the galaxy. A real galaxy that wasn't projected by a computer. If nothing else, he wanted to be part of something like that. Something that makes a difference.
He enrolled for basic training at last at age 20. Though older than most of the other recruits, he was almost immediately shipped off planet and put through rigorous exercises. It was not at all what Sean had expected. He was put through tedious, daunting, and pointless tasks every moment of his training period.
What made Sean feel most hopeless of all was how much he seemed to fall behind the other trainees. In the 10 mile runs it was always him that was the first to fall into the mud. He had hoped to shine with his advanced marksman skills, but so far the only fighting they had done was with fists and vibroblades.
Just when it seemed like Sean was going to be denied from the program, he met a truly inspiring figure. One of his fellow trainees by the name of Damien Meesha was responsible for yanking Sean's face from the mud on multiple occasions and inspired him to try his hardest and get through it all. Damien was only 15 years old but he showed incredible promise as a fearless leader and combat specialist.
Hardly a week after the two men, the drill sergeants noticed an incredible difference in Sean's abilities. He no longer dragged behind the pack instead striving ahead to the encouraging words of his friend to be successful, to make a difference.
After what felt like years but was really only a few months, they began weapon training. At first they were all given standard issue blaster rifles with which Sean began to show his prowess and experience with ranged weaponry. However, it wasn't until they began training for specialized roles that he really stood out.
Only 3 days after they had begun long-range rifle training, Sean had a reputation as the most steady shot in the camp. It was said he could aim at a fly 100 yards away blindfolded, miss, and hit a bird perched on a tree 1000 yards away between the eyes.
Sean was one day approached by a man in a dark naval uniform and was taken aside along with Damien and a few others in the camp. One by one they were put through tests more difficult than any they had ever been given in training. However there was something different about these test; each one tested each individual differently in only one area.
Sean was immediately given targets to eliminate at extreme ranges, markers to locate, and many other marksman specific tests. Meanwhile, Damien was being thrown into heavy fire situations and into squad command missions with seemingly impossible objectives. They had been selected and were being trimmed, although for what, they did not know.
After the specialized assessments, the group was pulled away from their platoons shipped off to a large space station. As his squad was transferred to the command of a Lieutenant who had worked with the H.A.L.O. Program before, taking troopers that had undergone basic Training and converting them into Specialized troopers with a Single mission goal.
H.A.L.O. means "High Altitude, Low Opening" which refers to the Drop pods used by the troopers to enter Atmosphere, discharging the Troopers a mere 2000 feet above the surface of the Planet, usually into Heavy fire situations.
After a few years worth of the specialized Training, the Squad was given an official Designation, the 782nd Airborn, and since there was no call for their specialized Talents at the moment, they were assigned as Space Marines, Used to Guard Ports, Ships in Transit and other things. With their Designation, however, came much pride for the men of the unit.
Exactly four years from the day they had all met, they were approached by their Lt. and another Officer, a Colonel. He had come to inform them that their enlistment time was up, and that if they desired, they were free to go back home. None of the men Volunteered to go back home. Most had set their minds to becoming Career military men, and as such, they all Reenlisted, for another ten years, instead of the usual Four.
After this decision, Sean was given the rank of Long-Range Tactical Rifle Specialist. He was presented with a state-of-the-art laser rifle as well as many other pieces of advanced equipment. Among which was an experimental repulsor droid known as AER-03, or Ayer for short.
It became immediately clear that his old comrade Damien was the leader among their new platoon, which was fine with Sean. With He knew that with Damien leading them they would be unstoppable.
RP Sample:
The squad was under heavy fire. A Republic task force had been sent to investigate a "minor pirate threat" somewhere in the Nivek system. Upon arrival the team was immediately pinned down by intense artillery and laser rifle fire. It had been an ambush.
In orbit, Sean and his comrades climbed into the cramped confines of one of the H.A.L.O. drop pods. Sean strapped himself in tightly and braced himself for the trip.
"Minor pirate threat eh Damien? I swear, intel gets less reliable every time. So, what's the-"
Sean was cut off by the sudden G's he felt when the drop pod launched from the Republic cruiser and began its descent towards the planet's eternally shrouded surface.
As always, the pod deployed the squad 2000 feet above the surface. The team freefell for a few hundred feet before one by one pulling the cord on their parachute packs.
Sean flicked the communicator on in his helmet. "I'll head for that cliff face to the south and set up my steak-out. Ayer!"
The bird-shaped droid detached itself from Sean's pack, unfolded its "wings" and glided alongside the team. "You called?"
"Ayer, I want you to accompany Emmath. Help her scout out the area and locate where are men are holed up. while you're at it, try to relay me the coordinates of some enemy positions so I can provide cover fire for the recovery squad."
"On my way, good luck Mu'haro." The droid launched off to hover by Emmath's position.
Sean adjusted his parachute cords and drifted away from the group towards the ledge that would likely be his home for the next few days.
Department: Long-Range Tactical Rifle Specialist of H.A.L.O.A.T.W.
Name: Sean Mu'haro
Race: Human
Age: 30
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 157 lbs.
Appearance:
In combat he is often seen (or not) in a foliage cloak made to blend in perfectly with his surroundings. Otherwise he is perfectly comfortable in his uniform slacks and cargo vest. His eyes are steel gray and almost never blink.
Birth place: Coruscant
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 8
Alignment: +2
Bio:
Early Childhood
Sean Mu'haro was born on the planet Coruscant to a fairly pleasant family. His father owned a profitable virtual hunting facility and they were able to live in the upper levels of civilization on the extremely populated planet.
His mother was able to stay at home and take care of her two children without fear of poverty. As a result of this, Sean and his sister Rachel had a well nurtured and fulfilling upbringing.
Rachel, who was 7 years older than Sean, left home when he was 10 to seek out her own life an environmental researcher on the planet Bothawui. Although saddened by her choice to leave, Sean swore to never allow her absence impede him to become an accomplished person.
He attended a fair school and with the help of his supportive family did very well. Sean was especially gifted in math, more specifically trigonometry. At his own request, he was taught this advanced subject at the age of only 12. He still passed at the top of his class.
The Young Marksman
His father's business was a virtual hunting range for those who wished to experience the thrill without leaving the safety of Coruscant. For a moderate fee, hunters could test their skill on multiple environments against many varieties of creatures from across the galaxy.
On his 13th birthday, Sean was given a full membership to his father's range. His father didn't wish his only son to become an overconfident, gun-slinging moron like some of his customers, so it was only with great pleading on his son's behalf that he could be allowed to learn the art.
By age 15, Sean Mu'haro was number one on the high score list of every environment in the hologram computer. It wasn't long before legendary hunters began to show up at his father's business, offering thousands of credits to be allowed to challenge his son one on one.
With the exception of only a few of the very best, Sean was able to top most of his opponents. If they managed to fell a kashyyyk bantha, Sean was already "skinning" a virtual Bolotaur.
Enlistment
Naturally it wasn't long before the republic military got word of this young rifle prodigy. Enlisters began to show up at his family's residence regularly only to be promptly turned away by the father who adamantly refused to let his son go get killed.
In the end, it was Sean himself that convinced his father to let him join. He reasoned that the republic military keeps peace in the galaxy. A real galaxy that wasn't projected by a computer. If nothing else, he wanted to be part of something like that. Something that makes a difference.
He enrolled for basic training at last at age 20. Though older than most of the other recruits, he was almost immediately shipped off planet and put through rigorous exercises. It was not at all what Sean had expected. He was put through tedious, daunting, and pointless tasks every moment of his training period.
What made Sean feel most hopeless of all was how much he seemed to fall behind the other trainees. In the 10 mile runs it was always him that was the first to fall into the mud. He had hoped to shine with his advanced marksman skills, but so far the only fighting they had done was with fists and vibroblades.
Damien Meesha
Just when it seemed like Sean was going to be denied from the program, he met a truly inspiring figure. One of his fellow trainees by the name of Damien Meesha was responsible for yanking Sean's face from the mud on multiple occasions and inspired him to try his hardest and get through it all. Damien was only 15 years old but he showed incredible promise as a fearless leader and combat specialist.
Hardly a week after the two men, the drill sergeants noticed an incredible difference in Sean's abilities. He no longer dragged behind the pack instead striving ahead to the encouraging words of his friend to be successful, to make a difference.
Sniped
After what felt like years but was really only a few months, they began weapon training. At first they were all given standard issue blaster rifles with which Sean began to show his prowess and experience with ranged weaponry. However, it wasn't until they began training for specialized roles that he really stood out.
Only 3 days after they had begun long-range rifle training, Sean had a reputation as the most steady shot in the camp. It was said he could aim at a fly 100 yards away blindfolded, miss, and hit a bird perched on a tree 1000 yards away between the eyes.
Sean was one day approached by a man in a dark naval uniform and was taken aside along with Damien and a few others in the camp. One by one they were put through tests more difficult than any they had ever been given in training. However there was something different about these test; each one tested each individual differently in only one area.
Sean was immediately given targets to eliminate at extreme ranges, markers to locate, and many other marksman specific tests. Meanwhile, Damien was being thrown into heavy fire situations and into squad command missions with seemingly impossible objectives. They had been selected and were being trimmed, although for what, they did not know.
H.A.L.O.A.T.W.
After the specialized assessments, the group was pulled away from their platoons shipped off to a large space station. As his squad was transferred to the command of a Lieutenant who had worked with the H.A.L.O. Program before, taking troopers that had undergone basic Training and converting them into Specialized troopers with a Single mission goal.
H.A.L.O. means "High Altitude, Low Opening" which refers to the Drop pods used by the troopers to enter Atmosphere, discharging the Troopers a mere 2000 feet above the surface of the Planet, usually into Heavy fire situations.
After a few years worth of the specialized Training, the Squad was given an official Designation, the 782nd Airborn, and since there was no call for their specialized Talents at the moment, they were assigned as Space Marines, Used to Guard Ports, Ships in Transit and other things. With their Designation, however, came much pride for the men of the unit.
Exactly four years from the day they had all met, they were approached by their Lt. and another Officer, a Colonel. He had come to inform them that their enlistment time was up, and that if they desired, they were free to go back home. None of the men Volunteered to go back home. Most had set their minds to becoming Career military men, and as such, they all Reenlisted, for another ten years, instead of the usual Four.
After this decision, Sean was given the rank of Long-Range Tactical Rifle Specialist. He was presented with a state-of-the-art laser rifle as well as many other pieces of advanced equipment. Among which was an experimental repulsor droid known as AER-03, or Ayer for short.
It became immediately clear that his old comrade Damien was the leader among their new platoon, which was fine with Sean. With He knew that with Damien leading them they would be unstoppable.
RP Sample:
The squad was under heavy fire. A Republic task force had been sent to investigate a "minor pirate threat" somewhere in the Nivek system. Upon arrival the team was immediately pinned down by intense artillery and laser rifle fire. It had been an ambush.
In orbit, Sean and his comrades climbed into the cramped confines of one of the H.A.L.O. drop pods. Sean strapped himself in tightly and braced himself for the trip.
"Minor pirate threat eh Damien? I swear, intel gets less reliable every time. So, what's the-"
Sean was cut off by the sudden G's he felt when the drop pod launched from the Republic cruiser and began its descent towards the planet's eternally shrouded surface.
As always, the pod deployed the squad 2000 feet above the surface. The team freefell for a few hundred feet before one by one pulling the cord on their parachute packs.
Sean flicked the communicator on in his helmet. "I'll head for that cliff face to the south and set up my steak-out. Ayer!"
The bird-shaped droid detached itself from Sean's pack, unfolded its "wings" and glided alongside the team. "You called?"
"Ayer, I want you to accompany Emmath. Help her scout out the area and locate where are men are holed up. while you're at it, try to relay me the coordinates of some enemy positions so I can provide cover fire for the recovery squad."
"On my way, good luck Mu'haro." The droid launched off to hover by Emmath's position.
Sean adjusted his parachute cords and drifted away from the group towards the ledge that would likely be his home for the next few days.
