Post by Fal Ket on Dec 10, 2008 15:01:23 GMT -5
Faction: Republic Military
Department: Special Forces - Republic Commando
Name: J'Ron Marquess
Race: Human
Age: 32
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 253 lbs.
Appearance:
(Courtesy of Deviantart)
Birth place: Dantooine
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 8
Leadership: 8
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 8
Alignment: +2
Bio: This story begins on the small, backwater, outer-rim planet of Dantooine. He was born to a farmer, Ben Marquess, and his wife Jan. Unfortunately, Jan died during childbirth, and Ben was left to raise J'Ron as a single parent. He did the best he knew how, allowing J'Ron to learn basic functions - such as walking and talking - simply by observing and copying him. Unable to spend as much time as he liked with J'Ron in his early life, Ben knew that the boy was more familiar with his droids than he was with his father by the time he was 2.
Naturally, this didn't sit well with Mr. Marquess. He spent a lot of the money he was making in his agriculture to buy new droids, these ones designed to work out in the fields, and started spending more personal time with J'Ron. By the time he was walking, Ben was teaching him the skills he needed to live on, the most vital two being the farming skills to raise livestock and marksmanship to kill the predators native to Dantooine, which occasionally tried to pick animals off from the herd. J'Ron took to both of these skills quite well, becoming a quite a skilled shot and capable farmer before his teenage years.
As he grew a bit older, though, he started to get bored with this kind of life. He started spending more and more time with his friends and less and less on the farm. Although his father didn't approve at all, J'Ron was far more interested in goofing off with the boys and chasing after girls than with running a farm. According to Ben, this simply would not do, and he began putting tighter and tighter restrictions on him to keep him at home working. J'Ron didn't see why it was necessary, though, since Ben didn't really need his help with all the droids working in the fields. According to his father, it was only important because J'Ron would one day inherit the farm from him and have to run it himself. Since that was the case, J'Ron resolved right then and there that he wouldn't be a farmer at all. At the time, he wasn't sure exactly what he was going to do.
The 16-year-old J'Ron now began looking into his future seriously. He didn't want to stay in the Farming community. However, at the time, that's about all there was on Dantooine. For that reason, he decided that he didn't even want to stay on the planet, and started making plans to leave. He thought about going to Coruscant, the center of galactic life. He could make something of himself there, become somebody more than a no-name farmer on an outer rim planet. Toward that end, J'Ron started making preparations and, as soon as he was 18, enlisted with the Rupublic Army.
In Basic, J'Ron did well. He wasn't a prodigy, but he did do quite well for himself, not really encountering any obstacles which he couldn't cope with, given a bit of effort. He was placed directly into an infantry division. With that division, he went to several places where the Republic was in conflict with outside forces. Even on the very first of these missions, J'Ron found himself quickly on the front lines, where he quickly proved to be an adept and capable soldier. Because he had become so good at being a soldier, J'Ron decided that he would start doing even more. After a four-year tour of service on the front lines, he signed up for training as a Republic Commando.
The training was far tougher than J'Ron ever expected. The physical aspect and mental training were both as intense as he could have imagined and then some. This turned out to be a good thing as his body became stronger than it had ever been to that point and his mind, rather than breaking, became sharper than ever within the intense crucible. He learned all sorts of things he had never even imagined about killing with all sorts of weapons from his bare hands to the most specialized of heavy weapons. The training took weeks, then months, then years. Finally, after a long and demanding training period, J'Ron succeeded in becoming a Republic Commando.
Right from the get-go, the now 25 year old J'Ron was assigned to Sierra Squad. He was sent to them as a replacement for a teammate who had been killed on a previous mission, and the rookie was therefore met with some resentment and even hostility. He and everybody on that team knew that he couldn't possibly replace the man who had died, but only he seemed to recognize that didn't mean he couldn't be a good addition to the team. He would have to prove it to them in the course of battle. His chance wouldn't come until a full year after he had become a commando. On one mission of particular difficulty, Sierra-3 found himself pinned down by heavy enemy fire, having accidentally put himself in the worst-case scenario for that mission. Busy with their own tasks, Sierra Lead and Sierra-1 couldn't do anything for him. It was up to J'Ron, Sierra-2, to bail him out.
He wasn't about to fail his team now. Taking his tactical rifle in hand, he switched out the barrel attachment for sniper operations and set himself up in a well-protected location. With his distance from that front line and the cover he had gotten himself, he managed to snipe away at a dozen and more targets before the enemy even knew where he was. With this, he drew enemy fire away from Sierra-3 and toward himself, allowing his teammate to not only escape, but to break through the point he was directly assaulting and complete his objective. Finally, he had proven to Sierra that he was, in fact, worthy of the title Commando and accepted fully into the squad.
Over the next four years, J'Ron continued operating as Sierra-2. Time and time again, he proved himself capable ally and, at times, a quite adept leader as well. He was everything that could be expected out of a Republic Commando and then some. Many other Commandos became team specialists in some area or another, such as Sierra-1's specialization in demolitions or Sierra-3's particular proficiency with heavy weapons. However, J'Ron didn't wind up falling into one of those groups. Instead, he proved to be a soldier capable of killing whatever he needed to with whatever he had available to him.
In the long run, his capability proved to be most fortuitous for him. When Sierra Lead, approaching his fiftieth birthday, retired from life as a commando, J'Ron became the next leader of Sierra Squad. Even though he was the 'rookie' member of the four-man cell, nobody had a problem with the appointment. Due to his wide skill set and adept leadership abilities, he was unanimously thought to be the best candidate to take the mantle of Sierra Lead. And so, J'Ron did, and under his command Sierra Squad found itself just as successful as it had ever been.
It has been two years since J'Ron became the leader of Sierra Squad, and he has received a new directive from Command and Control. Standing orders are to transfer Sierra Squad to the Centurion Battle Cruiser, the Behemoth. There, they are to serve under Rear Admiral Rhyley Stargazer through the C&C operator stationed on board that ship.
RP Sample: The Republic VCM Mark 2 Battle Armor was standard issue for most Commando squads. It was a very protective suit of armor, complete with vibrodaggers in either wrist. The helmet was equipped with multiple visual input modes, including infra-red and night vision. It could maintain total life support in the vacuum of space for twelve hours, more if there were spare oxygen packs available, and had an advanced HUD that displayed vital statistics and advanced target identification programs. Had it been a suit of powered armor, it would also have made the commandos faster and stronger than they normally were. However, it was not, and therefore the Commandos were still relying on mostly their own skills.
Most Commandos opted not to use all of the technology that suit provided for them. It was useful to have vitals displayed, but the advanced targeting systems got in the way of a Commando's trained eyes more often than not. Therefore, most of Sierra Squad had their targeting computers turned off. The one exception was the new Sierra-2, a rookie Commando who had been assigned to Sierra when J'Ron had taken command. He was still new, though, so Sierra-Lead forgave the rook. In time, he would learn how to aim better without the computer than with it. Until then, it was just as well that he used it.
He couldn't let himself get *too* distracted by these happenings, though. He still had a team to command and a mission to complete. They were almost there, and even though they had penetrated this far in, it seemed the base was still completely unaware of their presence. Hidden high above the ground within the support structures of the roof, Sierra Squad had finally gotten into position to take their final objective down. As the three green lights on his HUD continued flashing, Sierra Lead checked over his equipment one final time.
His tactical rifle, the barrel attachment set up for a light-repeater, had a full battery, good for 50 rounds with this attachment. His sidearm, a simple Heavy Blaster Pistol, also contained a full battery, which was also good for 50 rounds. The vibrodaggers in either of his suit's wrists were both working well, extending and retracting exactly on command. He was set, and according to the three green lights he saw, so was the rest of Sierra Squad. Nodding to himself, Sierra Lead gave the command.
With a gesture, he ordered his team to go. Three cylinders fell to the ground. Two explosions sounded along with a hissing noise. Bodies littered the area where the incendiary grenades had gone off. The rest of the floor was covered in smoke. Switching the visual mode in his helmet to Infrared, that wouldn't bother Sierra Squad in the least. The four attached cables from their belts to the ceiling and began lowering themselves down to the floor, their aim easily taking targets through the smoke on the ground level.
J'Ron landed on the floor in an area he had all but cleared with his blaster fire. There was one remaining soldier in the area, and he was easily taken down from behind. With a stab, a twist and a quick thrust up, the life was drained out of him. He scanned the area around him quickly. The target was quickly identified. Only problem was, he was running through the door to the outside on the far side of the room. It would have been no difficult thing to just shoot him in the back right then and there, but his orders were to take him alive. Leaving what was left of the contingent of troops stationed to guard the target to the others in Sierra, J'Ron took off after him.
As he crashed through the door, he found himself immediately having to leap and roll to the side, diving for cover. He hadn't expected there to be people outside, too. This was no good at all. There wasn't an actual army hereabouts, but pinned down under heavy fire like this, J'Ron was afraid that the target would make it to a shuttle before his team could take him. As if to support his claim, a voice crackled over his radio. "Watch it, Sierra Lead, you've got a bit of trouble ahead. You'll need to break through it quickly and intercept the target before he can make it to an escape vehicle."
"Roger that, command, I see them!" he shouted over his radio. 'Sure, now they tell me,' he thought. He looked about the scenery all around him. Quickly, he formulated a plan that would get them through. He opened another channel, this one between himself and the rest of Sierra Squad, and started issuing his orders. "191, get to the second-story right window and begin tactical sniper operations. 192, advance through the door and help me draw enemy fire. 193, take cover by the doorway and prepare to deploy high explosive charges on my mark." He didn't wait to receive verbal acknowledgment. Three green lights on his HUD did that for him.
As his men moved into position, Sierra Lead moved himself away from his current position. On opposite sides of their cover, he and Sierra-2 began distracting the enemy with light bursts of repeater fire, drawing their attention toward them. While the enemy was distracted, Sierra-1 began picking off important targets - those with the heaviest weapons - one at a time. Meanwhile, Sierra-3 prepped a heavy explosive, setting it on a ten-second timer, calling in when he was finished ("All ready, 190!). As more and more targets fell to Sierra-1's sniper tactics, Sierra Lead waited for the time to be perfectly correct.
"Mark!" he shouted out when he saw the opening grow big enough. On cue, Sierra 3 armed the explosive he'd built, peeking out behind the doorway to give it the mightiest throw he could manage. It soared, going well over the heads of Sierra-Lead and Sierra-1 to land amid the enemy ranks. They wouldn't have known what it was that had just been thrown without a few more seconds to analyze its build, and that they didn't have. A massive explosion rocked the earth, throwing the debris of an auto-turret and the internal parts of soldiers caught in the blast for tens of feet through the air. The remaining opposition, disoriented and demoralized from the blast, were quickly picked off by Sierra-Lead, Sierra-1 and Sierra-2.
"All right, Sierra Squad, advance into the city and secure the target!" he ordered, advancing from behind his cover to aid his squad with that command. Footsteps echoed behind him, Sierra-1 and Sierra-3 bursting from behind their cover. Sierra-2 simply leaped from the second-story window, rolling as he hit the ground and breaking from it into a fast run. It didn't take them long to re-acquire their target. J'Ron put his rifle away as he closed the distance between them, leaping through the air at him. He slammed into him with his flying tackle, and as the two rolled across the ground, they struggled for control. It was easy enough for J'Ron to come out on top of the grapple, pinning and restraining the target on the ground. "Galume Nightstar, in the name of the Galactic Republic, you're under arrest," he stated.
Switching channels through the interface on his helmet, he opened communications with command. "Control, this is Sierra Lead. We've secured the target and are awaiting pickup, over," he called.
Department: Special Forces - Republic Commando
Name: J'Ron Marquess
Race: Human
Age: 32
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 253 lbs.
Appearance:
(Courtesy of Deviantart)
Birth place: Dantooine
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 8
Leadership: 8
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 8
Alignment: +2
Bio: This story begins on the small, backwater, outer-rim planet of Dantooine. He was born to a farmer, Ben Marquess, and his wife Jan. Unfortunately, Jan died during childbirth, and Ben was left to raise J'Ron as a single parent. He did the best he knew how, allowing J'Ron to learn basic functions - such as walking and talking - simply by observing and copying him. Unable to spend as much time as he liked with J'Ron in his early life, Ben knew that the boy was more familiar with his droids than he was with his father by the time he was 2.
Naturally, this didn't sit well with Mr. Marquess. He spent a lot of the money he was making in his agriculture to buy new droids, these ones designed to work out in the fields, and started spending more personal time with J'Ron. By the time he was walking, Ben was teaching him the skills he needed to live on, the most vital two being the farming skills to raise livestock and marksmanship to kill the predators native to Dantooine, which occasionally tried to pick animals off from the herd. J'Ron took to both of these skills quite well, becoming a quite a skilled shot and capable farmer before his teenage years.
As he grew a bit older, though, he started to get bored with this kind of life. He started spending more and more time with his friends and less and less on the farm. Although his father didn't approve at all, J'Ron was far more interested in goofing off with the boys and chasing after girls than with running a farm. According to Ben, this simply would not do, and he began putting tighter and tighter restrictions on him to keep him at home working. J'Ron didn't see why it was necessary, though, since Ben didn't really need his help with all the droids working in the fields. According to his father, it was only important because J'Ron would one day inherit the farm from him and have to run it himself. Since that was the case, J'Ron resolved right then and there that he wouldn't be a farmer at all. At the time, he wasn't sure exactly what he was going to do.
The 16-year-old J'Ron now began looking into his future seriously. He didn't want to stay in the Farming community. However, at the time, that's about all there was on Dantooine. For that reason, he decided that he didn't even want to stay on the planet, and started making plans to leave. He thought about going to Coruscant, the center of galactic life. He could make something of himself there, become somebody more than a no-name farmer on an outer rim planet. Toward that end, J'Ron started making preparations and, as soon as he was 18, enlisted with the Rupublic Army.
In Basic, J'Ron did well. He wasn't a prodigy, but he did do quite well for himself, not really encountering any obstacles which he couldn't cope with, given a bit of effort. He was placed directly into an infantry division. With that division, he went to several places where the Republic was in conflict with outside forces. Even on the very first of these missions, J'Ron found himself quickly on the front lines, where he quickly proved to be an adept and capable soldier. Because he had become so good at being a soldier, J'Ron decided that he would start doing even more. After a four-year tour of service on the front lines, he signed up for training as a Republic Commando.
The training was far tougher than J'Ron ever expected. The physical aspect and mental training were both as intense as he could have imagined and then some. This turned out to be a good thing as his body became stronger than it had ever been to that point and his mind, rather than breaking, became sharper than ever within the intense crucible. He learned all sorts of things he had never even imagined about killing with all sorts of weapons from his bare hands to the most specialized of heavy weapons. The training took weeks, then months, then years. Finally, after a long and demanding training period, J'Ron succeeded in becoming a Republic Commando.
Right from the get-go, the now 25 year old J'Ron was assigned to Sierra Squad. He was sent to them as a replacement for a teammate who had been killed on a previous mission, and the rookie was therefore met with some resentment and even hostility. He and everybody on that team knew that he couldn't possibly replace the man who had died, but only he seemed to recognize that didn't mean he couldn't be a good addition to the team. He would have to prove it to them in the course of battle. His chance wouldn't come until a full year after he had become a commando. On one mission of particular difficulty, Sierra-3 found himself pinned down by heavy enemy fire, having accidentally put himself in the worst-case scenario for that mission. Busy with their own tasks, Sierra Lead and Sierra-1 couldn't do anything for him. It was up to J'Ron, Sierra-2, to bail him out.
He wasn't about to fail his team now. Taking his tactical rifle in hand, he switched out the barrel attachment for sniper operations and set himself up in a well-protected location. With his distance from that front line and the cover he had gotten himself, he managed to snipe away at a dozen and more targets before the enemy even knew where he was. With this, he drew enemy fire away from Sierra-3 and toward himself, allowing his teammate to not only escape, but to break through the point he was directly assaulting and complete his objective. Finally, he had proven to Sierra that he was, in fact, worthy of the title Commando and accepted fully into the squad.
Over the next four years, J'Ron continued operating as Sierra-2. Time and time again, he proved himself capable ally and, at times, a quite adept leader as well. He was everything that could be expected out of a Republic Commando and then some. Many other Commandos became team specialists in some area or another, such as Sierra-1's specialization in demolitions or Sierra-3's particular proficiency with heavy weapons. However, J'Ron didn't wind up falling into one of those groups. Instead, he proved to be a soldier capable of killing whatever he needed to with whatever he had available to him.
In the long run, his capability proved to be most fortuitous for him. When Sierra Lead, approaching his fiftieth birthday, retired from life as a commando, J'Ron became the next leader of Sierra Squad. Even though he was the 'rookie' member of the four-man cell, nobody had a problem with the appointment. Due to his wide skill set and adept leadership abilities, he was unanimously thought to be the best candidate to take the mantle of Sierra Lead. And so, J'Ron did, and under his command Sierra Squad found itself just as successful as it had ever been.
It has been two years since J'Ron became the leader of Sierra Squad, and he has received a new directive from Command and Control. Standing orders are to transfer Sierra Squad to the Centurion Battle Cruiser, the Behemoth. There, they are to serve under Rear Admiral Rhyley Stargazer through the C&C operator stationed on board that ship.
RP Sample: The Republic VCM Mark 2 Battle Armor was standard issue for most Commando squads. It was a very protective suit of armor, complete with vibrodaggers in either wrist. The helmet was equipped with multiple visual input modes, including infra-red and night vision. It could maintain total life support in the vacuum of space for twelve hours, more if there were spare oxygen packs available, and had an advanced HUD that displayed vital statistics and advanced target identification programs. Had it been a suit of powered armor, it would also have made the commandos faster and stronger than they normally were. However, it was not, and therefore the Commandos were still relying on mostly their own skills.
Most Commandos opted not to use all of the technology that suit provided for them. It was useful to have vitals displayed, but the advanced targeting systems got in the way of a Commando's trained eyes more often than not. Therefore, most of Sierra Squad had their targeting computers turned off. The one exception was the new Sierra-2, a rookie Commando who had been assigned to Sierra when J'Ron had taken command. He was still new, though, so Sierra-Lead forgave the rook. In time, he would learn how to aim better without the computer than with it. Until then, it was just as well that he used it.
He couldn't let himself get *too* distracted by these happenings, though. He still had a team to command and a mission to complete. They were almost there, and even though they had penetrated this far in, it seemed the base was still completely unaware of their presence. Hidden high above the ground within the support structures of the roof, Sierra Squad had finally gotten into position to take their final objective down. As the three green lights on his HUD continued flashing, Sierra Lead checked over his equipment one final time.
His tactical rifle, the barrel attachment set up for a light-repeater, had a full battery, good for 50 rounds with this attachment. His sidearm, a simple Heavy Blaster Pistol, also contained a full battery, which was also good for 50 rounds. The vibrodaggers in either of his suit's wrists were both working well, extending and retracting exactly on command. He was set, and according to the three green lights he saw, so was the rest of Sierra Squad. Nodding to himself, Sierra Lead gave the command.
With a gesture, he ordered his team to go. Three cylinders fell to the ground. Two explosions sounded along with a hissing noise. Bodies littered the area where the incendiary grenades had gone off. The rest of the floor was covered in smoke. Switching the visual mode in his helmet to Infrared, that wouldn't bother Sierra Squad in the least. The four attached cables from their belts to the ceiling and began lowering themselves down to the floor, their aim easily taking targets through the smoke on the ground level.
J'Ron landed on the floor in an area he had all but cleared with his blaster fire. There was one remaining soldier in the area, and he was easily taken down from behind. With a stab, a twist and a quick thrust up, the life was drained out of him. He scanned the area around him quickly. The target was quickly identified. Only problem was, he was running through the door to the outside on the far side of the room. It would have been no difficult thing to just shoot him in the back right then and there, but his orders were to take him alive. Leaving what was left of the contingent of troops stationed to guard the target to the others in Sierra, J'Ron took off after him.
As he crashed through the door, he found himself immediately having to leap and roll to the side, diving for cover. He hadn't expected there to be people outside, too. This was no good at all. There wasn't an actual army hereabouts, but pinned down under heavy fire like this, J'Ron was afraid that the target would make it to a shuttle before his team could take him. As if to support his claim, a voice crackled over his radio. "Watch it, Sierra Lead, you've got a bit of trouble ahead. You'll need to break through it quickly and intercept the target before he can make it to an escape vehicle."
"Roger that, command, I see them!" he shouted over his radio. 'Sure, now they tell me,' he thought. He looked about the scenery all around him. Quickly, he formulated a plan that would get them through. He opened another channel, this one between himself and the rest of Sierra Squad, and started issuing his orders. "191, get to the second-story right window and begin tactical sniper operations. 192, advance through the door and help me draw enemy fire. 193, take cover by the doorway and prepare to deploy high explosive charges on my mark." He didn't wait to receive verbal acknowledgment. Three green lights on his HUD did that for him.
As his men moved into position, Sierra Lead moved himself away from his current position. On opposite sides of their cover, he and Sierra-2 began distracting the enemy with light bursts of repeater fire, drawing their attention toward them. While the enemy was distracted, Sierra-1 began picking off important targets - those with the heaviest weapons - one at a time. Meanwhile, Sierra-3 prepped a heavy explosive, setting it on a ten-second timer, calling in when he was finished ("All ready, 190!). As more and more targets fell to Sierra-1's sniper tactics, Sierra Lead waited for the time to be perfectly correct.
"Mark!" he shouted out when he saw the opening grow big enough. On cue, Sierra 3 armed the explosive he'd built, peeking out behind the doorway to give it the mightiest throw he could manage. It soared, going well over the heads of Sierra-Lead and Sierra-1 to land amid the enemy ranks. They wouldn't have known what it was that had just been thrown without a few more seconds to analyze its build, and that they didn't have. A massive explosion rocked the earth, throwing the debris of an auto-turret and the internal parts of soldiers caught in the blast for tens of feet through the air. The remaining opposition, disoriented and demoralized from the blast, were quickly picked off by Sierra-Lead, Sierra-1 and Sierra-2.
"All right, Sierra Squad, advance into the city and secure the target!" he ordered, advancing from behind his cover to aid his squad with that command. Footsteps echoed behind him, Sierra-1 and Sierra-3 bursting from behind their cover. Sierra-2 simply leaped from the second-story window, rolling as he hit the ground and breaking from it into a fast run. It didn't take them long to re-acquire their target. J'Ron put his rifle away as he closed the distance between them, leaping through the air at him. He slammed into him with his flying tackle, and as the two rolled across the ground, they struggled for control. It was easy enough for J'Ron to come out on top of the grapple, pinning and restraining the target on the ground. "Galume Nightstar, in the name of the Galactic Republic, you're under arrest," he stated.
Switching channels through the interface on his helmet, he opened communications with command. "Control, this is Sierra Lead. We've secured the target and are awaiting pickup, over," he called.
