Post by Jerek on Feb 22, 2009 14:22:00 GMT -5
Sergeant/Sith Empire
Name: William Karne
Race: Human
Age: 35
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 150 lbs
Appearance:
Birth place: Dantooine
Faction: Sith Empire
Department: Military
Rank: Sergeant
Bio: William's life started out just as normal as any other boy or girl in the vast universe. He was born, he was checked for diseases and he was taken home the next day. His parents cared for him very well. They bought him nice things, making him slightly spoiled by ages six to seven. He went to school. He was a bright young man, staying at the top of his classes all through the years. He stayed in school until eighteen, earning many prestigious awards for academics. After graduating school, William sought out something he loved, the military.
It was his dream to join the ranks of the Sith Empire. He entered the academy with little to no skills with a blaster or hand-to-hand combat, let alone melee weaponry. The years he spent in the academy were tough. He learned how to hold and use a blaster, how to fight without any weapons, and to use any melee weaponry to his aide. He took many tests. He passed just about all of them. By the time he was twenty, he was ready for war, or so he thought. He was put under the command of a Sergeant named Linn Juio’one. He was of Bothan descent. He was also one of the most strict Sergeants the army had to offer. William took it though. The first battle he was in was brutal and lasted the total of about a year and a half.
He was making patrols of a base located on the surface of Korriban when an explosion from below, in the armory, sent the alarms into a blaring alert. William jogged along down the halls of the base with his squad, blaster riffle slung across his chest horizontally. When they reached where the explosion happened, they found a Republic strike force shooting their way out of the cramped armory. William rolled behind a wall as a blaster bolt came too close for comfort. He dropped onto one knee and peeked around the corner. He shot off a few blaster bolts into the Republic’s ranks. He saw one soldier drop from his shots. He ducked back around the corner. His sergeant was barking out orders. William’s task was to go and alert the air forces of a possible air strike.
Tip-toeing cautiously away from his cover, William made it to the lift that would take him to the communications tower. When the lift’s doors opened, he saw Republic Spec-Ops sneaking about. He edged his way behind them, covered by a wall. He pulled his blaster rifle up and shot one in the head. He ducked down, when the other two began firing off silenced blasters in his directions. He took a few blinds shots over his cover. He heard one of the soldiers hit the floor. He peeked over his cover, blasting the last one down. He sprinted for the COMM stations. He made it without further delay. He alerted the officers there, then made his way back down to the armory floor, only to find his squad, among others in retreat back up the way he had just come.
The rest of the battle took place inside the base, in the skies, and in surrounding deserts. The Sith came out victorious. They drove the Republic forces back off of Korriban. During that battle, William, now nineteen, went up a rank. He was still a Private, but a rank higher nonetheless. His military career was a successful one. He fought in battles, watched his comrades die. In particular battle, his Sergeant was killed. By now, William had grown to be twenty-two and had also been promoted to Private First Class. The battle only lasted a month. It took place on Dantooine, William’s home planet. What started the battle was an ambush on a squad as they were making their rounds outside the base.
William’s squad was first on the spot, holding the Republic squads off. They only sent three, four-man squads of Spec-Ops. Still, they were trained well, well enough to take down Sergeant Juio’one. The Sergeant was behind the same cover as William. When he went to go shoot at a troop, another shot at Linn, taking him down by shooting him in the chest. William grew angry. He stood up, blasting down two troops with two quick, well-aimed shots. He ducked one shot, running at a soldier. He ducked the man’s melee attack. William brought the butt of his rifle up into the man’s face mask. His hit was so hard though that the man obviously felt it and collapsed.
William shot another one in the leg, then in the head. There were only a few men left from the twelve that came. The Sith troops circled them, blasters up. When the Republic troops stood up, hands in the air, the Sith troops still blasted them away. A new Sergeant was appointed out of William’s squad. Not him though. William didn’t really care, right now. Through more and more battles or taking tests, William gained the ranks of Corporal. From there, he went on to become a few variants of infantry. He was a regular solider at one point, then was a sniper for a few years, then went to heavy trooper. By the time he was twenty- four, William went back to regular infantry, but was offered to become Spec-Ops. He denied the offer, but was honored to even be considered. He wanted to remain under his squad. It was some years before William himself was put in charge of his own squad and appointed to Sergeant. Seven years to be exact. Throughout those seven years, he participated in more battles, his skills having grown to an impressive state.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 8
Alignment: -5
RP Sample:
William dropped down onto one knee as another blaster bolt went whizzing by his head. He propped the blaster rifle up on the fallen piece of rock and took aim for a Republic Trooper. He shot twice, very swiftly. The two blaster bolts hit with a slight delay. The first one he fired hit the trooper in the right knee, then the other one hit him in the face a fraction of a second later.
Sergeant Karne looked back at his men, yellling, Move out! The helmet of his armor amplified and distorted his voice. His men were precise on moving out. One would run ahead, drop into cover, then another would follow. William joined in on this process, covering the rear. Only one man was struck down in this process.
William considered it a lucky shot from the Republic scum. Eventually, William's squad had driven the Republic infantry back into their base and was storming it themselves.
Name: William Karne
Race: Human
Age: 35
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 150 lbs
Appearance:
Birth place: Dantooine
Faction: Sith Empire
Department: Military
Rank: Sergeant
Bio: William's life started out just as normal as any other boy or girl in the vast universe. He was born, he was checked for diseases and he was taken home the next day. His parents cared for him very well. They bought him nice things, making him slightly spoiled by ages six to seven. He went to school. He was a bright young man, staying at the top of his classes all through the years. He stayed in school until eighteen, earning many prestigious awards for academics. After graduating school, William sought out something he loved, the military.
It was his dream to join the ranks of the Sith Empire. He entered the academy with little to no skills with a blaster or hand-to-hand combat, let alone melee weaponry. The years he spent in the academy were tough. He learned how to hold and use a blaster, how to fight without any weapons, and to use any melee weaponry to his aide. He took many tests. He passed just about all of them. By the time he was twenty, he was ready for war, or so he thought. He was put under the command of a Sergeant named Linn Juio’one. He was of Bothan descent. He was also one of the most strict Sergeants the army had to offer. William took it though. The first battle he was in was brutal and lasted the total of about a year and a half.
He was making patrols of a base located on the surface of Korriban when an explosion from below, in the armory, sent the alarms into a blaring alert. William jogged along down the halls of the base with his squad, blaster riffle slung across his chest horizontally. When they reached where the explosion happened, they found a Republic strike force shooting their way out of the cramped armory. William rolled behind a wall as a blaster bolt came too close for comfort. He dropped onto one knee and peeked around the corner. He shot off a few blaster bolts into the Republic’s ranks. He saw one soldier drop from his shots. He ducked back around the corner. His sergeant was barking out orders. William’s task was to go and alert the air forces of a possible air strike.
Tip-toeing cautiously away from his cover, William made it to the lift that would take him to the communications tower. When the lift’s doors opened, he saw Republic Spec-Ops sneaking about. He edged his way behind them, covered by a wall. He pulled his blaster rifle up and shot one in the head. He ducked down, when the other two began firing off silenced blasters in his directions. He took a few blinds shots over his cover. He heard one of the soldiers hit the floor. He peeked over his cover, blasting the last one down. He sprinted for the COMM stations. He made it without further delay. He alerted the officers there, then made his way back down to the armory floor, only to find his squad, among others in retreat back up the way he had just come.
The rest of the battle took place inside the base, in the skies, and in surrounding deserts. The Sith came out victorious. They drove the Republic forces back off of Korriban. During that battle, William, now nineteen, went up a rank. He was still a Private, but a rank higher nonetheless. His military career was a successful one. He fought in battles, watched his comrades die. In particular battle, his Sergeant was killed. By now, William had grown to be twenty-two and had also been promoted to Private First Class. The battle only lasted a month. It took place on Dantooine, William’s home planet. What started the battle was an ambush on a squad as they were making their rounds outside the base.
William’s squad was first on the spot, holding the Republic squads off. They only sent three, four-man squads of Spec-Ops. Still, they were trained well, well enough to take down Sergeant Juio’one. The Sergeant was behind the same cover as William. When he went to go shoot at a troop, another shot at Linn, taking him down by shooting him in the chest. William grew angry. He stood up, blasting down two troops with two quick, well-aimed shots. He ducked one shot, running at a soldier. He ducked the man’s melee attack. William brought the butt of his rifle up into the man’s face mask. His hit was so hard though that the man obviously felt it and collapsed.
William shot another one in the leg, then in the head. There were only a few men left from the twelve that came. The Sith troops circled them, blasters up. When the Republic troops stood up, hands in the air, the Sith troops still blasted them away. A new Sergeant was appointed out of William’s squad. Not him though. William didn’t really care, right now. Through more and more battles or taking tests, William gained the ranks of Corporal. From there, he went on to become a few variants of infantry. He was a regular solider at one point, then was a sniper for a few years, then went to heavy trooper. By the time he was twenty- four, William went back to regular infantry, but was offered to become Spec-Ops. He denied the offer, but was honored to even be considered. He wanted to remain under his squad. It was some years before William himself was put in charge of his own squad and appointed to Sergeant. Seven years to be exact. Throughout those seven years, he participated in more battles, his skills having grown to an impressive state.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 8
Alignment: -5
RP Sample:
William dropped down onto one knee as another blaster bolt went whizzing by his head. He propped the blaster rifle up on the fallen piece of rock and took aim for a Republic Trooper. He shot twice, very swiftly. The two blaster bolts hit with a slight delay. The first one he fired hit the trooper in the right knee, then the other one hit him in the face a fraction of a second later.
Sergeant Karne looked back at his men, yellling, Move out! The helmet of his armor amplified and distorted his voice. His men were precise on moving out. One would run ahead, drop into cover, then another would follow. William joined in on this process, covering the rear. Only one man was struck down in this process.
William considered it a lucky shot from the Republic scum. Eventually, William's squad had driven the Republic infantry back into their base and was storming it themselves.
