Post by Elando on Apr 1, 2009 8:22:55 GMT -5
Faction: Galactic Republic
Department: Navy
Rank: Lieutenant, Junior Grade
Name: Richard Flashheart
Race: Human
Age: 37
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 150 lbs
Appearance:
Richard is a tall lean Human from the planet Coruscant. He has piercing blue eyes with short blond hair which is accompanied by a mustache.
He usually wears a brown leather jacket which is embroidered with the many piloting companies and fighter squadrons he has been a part of.
Birth place: Coruscant
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 4
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: +1
Bio:
Born to a freighter pilot on Coruscant, Richard was born to be a pilot. His birth was mainly out of convenience rather than anything else. He doesn't technically have a Homeplanet as his family were constantly on the move, never staying in a place for too long due to his father's job. For all intensive purposes they lived on the family freighter, "The Pheonix".
As his mother died in child birth, he stayed with his father as he hauled cargo around the galaxy. He was "Home schooled" by his father whenever he had time. They lived on the family freighter which had been outfitted to hold a small living area. From a young age his father would put him on his knee and teach him the fundamentals of piloting as they hauled various products around the known galaxy.
Many were quite medicore and routine shipments of things such as food to outer colonies, civilians and general trade goods. However, once or twice they were called upon by the military, either by just being in the right place at the right time or by the nessecity to have a shipment just to get them off a certain planet if no other jobs were avalible.
Quite times they worked for the Republic Navy, ferrying anything from troops to battle cruiser munitions and fuel. On many of these military contracted jobs they would require an escort of two or more fighters. One such mission gave them their first proper run in with the mandalorians who were so far pritty much unseen throughout the galaxy to those not actively searching for them.
The particular mission in compased them flying a shipment of capital ship grade munitions from Coruscant to the Republic's outpost on Wayland which was dangerously close to the Mandalorian planet Mandalore.
They followed the recently established Hydian trade route, which was relitively undefended for such a new route. On the way they were brought out of hyperspace into a trap set by a Mandalorian raiding party. Using a complex gravity well they had managed to temporerily disable any hyperspace drives as they passed through the field.
However, the raiding party wasn't ready for the frigate escort as their ships only comprised of smal fighters and a tug which was used to tow the gravity well. As the Republic frigate "The Untimely Demise" fought off the bulk of the Mandalorian fighters "The Pheonix" was able to escape the range of the gravity well and transport its cargo safely to the outpost of Wayland.
A day later "The Untimely Demise" arrived, battered and battle scared but it had ultimately destroyed the gravity well and captured a Mandalorian pilot. It is unknown what happened to the pilot and no official claim was made of his capture.
As Richard grew up he ran the family business alongside his father, managing the various jobs they would undertake. They moved on to better things, hauling even more exotic cargo to destinations further afield than before to keep up with the growing cost of running the trade bussiness.
However, as time went on money was getting very tight. Richard arranged to haul a shipment of "Death Sticks" for a lesser known drug barron on the outer-rim.
However, this haul was to be his fathers last. His father didn't regularly check the contents of the shipments, leaving the "technicalities" to Richard. He and his father set off to haul the precious cargo to a remote planet on the outer-rim.
En route to the drop off point the ship was attacked by rival gang members. Fortunately the freighter was able to hyperspace out of the system and make it to a nearby space station to repair. When the mechanic opened the cargohold to examine an apparent coolant leak, it triggered a homing device which alerted the Drug Barron's in the event that the cargohold was opened and that the cargo may have been tampered with.
The supply of "Death Sticks" had all been spoiled due to the coolant leak, leaving almost nothing to distinguish them. Later that day the drug barrons arrived on the station and were furious to discover that their precious cargo of drugs had been destroyed because of the "Incompetence" of some low grade freighter pilot.
They brutally murdered Richards father, believing that it was his fault and stole the freighter for "compensation". Richard was distraught at the death of his father, loosing the only family that he had. He turned to drink, blaming himself for his father's death.
He was later convicted of Grand Theft Auto and flying under the influence of alcohol. He was given a choice, rot in a prison on some god forsaken planet or join the republic's "Last chances" squadron. Richard chose the latter and was enlisted in the Republic Navy.
Many of the other pilots looked down on the "Last Chancers", as they were usually comprised of draftees, enlisted due to a mild criminal sentence.
The "Last Chancers" squadron was led by Colonel Javis Gully, a strict and "hard assed" officer who's methods of training and disiplin were considered "too extreame" for the regular forces and so was placed in command of rehabilitateing the criminals who were placed into the "Last Chancers" through the only why he knew. Combat.
The squadron mainly undertook missions which we considered suicidal such as infultrating heavily defended enemy territory to perform bombing runs, or delivering cargo along a dangerous traderoute. Many didn't last the first week, which was generally the idea behind the squadron.
It was designed as a way of using criminals effectively, rather than placing them in prison. This way, they were of some use to the Republic and were usually garrunteed a death sentence. Those who did survive were usually reveared among the rest of the military, even with their criminal records.
However, Richard soon redeemed himself after showing particular skill at piloting various spacecraft, as well as in his intellect and leadership qualities. His sentence was soon paid off and he was given the option of joining the regular navy or rejoining society. Richard had become so used to life in the navy that he chose to stay. He proceeded to rise the ranks, taking part in many of the major battles that defined the Republic's campaign against the madalorians and the sith.
RP Sample:
Richard sat down at the bar wearily. Another day, another endless struggle to survive and try and forgive himself for all the things he had done wrong. There was nothing for it though. The only thing that made it better was drink...
"Oi, barkeep!" He shouted over to the barkeep who was a large balding man, cleaning the inside of a glass with a grubby cloth which only seemed to be smearing the glass with even more grime. "One Correlian ale." He said. "Right you are, Sir." The barkeep replied.
He set down the glass infront of Richard, sloshing most of it onto the bar. "3 credits." He said, looking down at Richard who was resting his head on his folded arms which sat ontop of the counter. "Stick it on my tab." He replied.
Richard picked up the drink and began to drink it. Suddenly someone shoved him, spilling the drink all over the count. "Hey, what the bloody hell are you doing?!" Richard shouted to the stranger who had hit him, spinning round on the bar stood.
There stood a stern faced man, covered in tattoo's and with a bald head. Two slightly muscular men stood on either side of him. "You owe Beeline Gek money worm." The man snarled. "Says who?" Replied Richard, looking the man square in the face. "Sez him. Remember, we're offering you protection." "Protection? From what?" "From us." Replied the man with a smirk.
"Look piss off mate. If you think I'm paying you, you must be laughing." Said Richard. Suddenly the two men either side of the bald man grabbed Richard's shoulders, holding him in place. "Lets see if you're still cocky after we've finished with you." Said the bald man as he issued a quick jab to Richards stomach.
Richard bent over double, reeling from the blow. He raised his head laughing. "That the best you got, mummy's boy." He said. The balding man growled and beat him a second and third time. "Now, wheres our money runt!" He snarled again. But just as he did so there was the low sound of someone cocking a gun behind Richard.
The barkeep had retrieved his shotgun from under the bar. "Make one false move and I'll paint the walls an interesting colour called 'Hint of brain'" He said. "Now put the young man down, and back up. Slowly..."
The gang members did so. "We was only getting what was ours, Barkeep. You think you're all tough, waving that boomstick around?" Said the bald man. "I'm not the one with a 12 gauge pointed at my face am I?" He said.
Suddenly one of the gangmembers drew his blaster. Richard dived for cover as the shot flew over his head and hit the Barkeep in the chest. The shotgun went off in his hands, firing a spread of buckshot at the bald gang member, grazing his arm.
"Arrgh! nuts! Find the runt! We gotta return to the boss with something!" He said as he ran for cover, clutching his arm. Richard rolled over the counter to cover as blaster shots exploded around him. He drew his blaster and blind fired over the counter.
Fire and smoke erupted everywhere as the shots hit the glasses and walls of the bar. "Come on ya bastards!" Screamed Richard. He leaned around the counter and fired a few shots towards the gangmembers, causing them to duck their heads.
From outside there could be heard the sound of sirens. "Damn it's the cops!" Shouted one of the gangmembers. Richard saw his chance as the gangmembers were occupied with the sound of the sirens and he darted from his hiding space and dived through the backdoor leading to that alley behind the bar. As rolled to his feet and dashed down the alley, keeping his eyes fixed infront of him and not looking back.
Department: Navy
Rank: Lieutenant, Junior Grade
Name: Richard Flashheart
Race: Human
Age: 37
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 150 lbs
Appearance:
Richard is a tall lean Human from the planet Coruscant. He has piercing blue eyes with short blond hair which is accompanied by a mustache.
He usually wears a brown leather jacket which is embroidered with the many piloting companies and fighter squadrons he has been a part of.
Birth place: Coruscant
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 4
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: +1
Bio:
Born to a freighter pilot on Coruscant, Richard was born to be a pilot. His birth was mainly out of convenience rather than anything else. He doesn't technically have a Homeplanet as his family were constantly on the move, never staying in a place for too long due to his father's job. For all intensive purposes they lived on the family freighter, "The Pheonix".
As his mother died in child birth, he stayed with his father as he hauled cargo around the galaxy. He was "Home schooled" by his father whenever he had time. They lived on the family freighter which had been outfitted to hold a small living area. From a young age his father would put him on his knee and teach him the fundamentals of piloting as they hauled various products around the known galaxy.
Many were quite medicore and routine shipments of things such as food to outer colonies, civilians and general trade goods. However, once or twice they were called upon by the military, either by just being in the right place at the right time or by the nessecity to have a shipment just to get them off a certain planet if no other jobs were avalible.
Quite times they worked for the Republic Navy, ferrying anything from troops to battle cruiser munitions and fuel. On many of these military contracted jobs they would require an escort of two or more fighters. One such mission gave them their first proper run in with the mandalorians who were so far pritty much unseen throughout the galaxy to those not actively searching for them.
The particular mission in compased them flying a shipment of capital ship grade munitions from Coruscant to the Republic's outpost on Wayland which was dangerously close to the Mandalorian planet Mandalore.
They followed the recently established Hydian trade route, which was relitively undefended for such a new route. On the way they were brought out of hyperspace into a trap set by a Mandalorian raiding party. Using a complex gravity well they had managed to temporerily disable any hyperspace drives as they passed through the field.
However, the raiding party wasn't ready for the frigate escort as their ships only comprised of smal fighters and a tug which was used to tow the gravity well. As the Republic frigate "The Untimely Demise" fought off the bulk of the Mandalorian fighters "The Pheonix" was able to escape the range of the gravity well and transport its cargo safely to the outpost of Wayland.
A day later "The Untimely Demise" arrived, battered and battle scared but it had ultimately destroyed the gravity well and captured a Mandalorian pilot. It is unknown what happened to the pilot and no official claim was made of his capture.
As Richard grew up he ran the family business alongside his father, managing the various jobs they would undertake. They moved on to better things, hauling even more exotic cargo to destinations further afield than before to keep up with the growing cost of running the trade bussiness.
However, as time went on money was getting very tight. Richard arranged to haul a shipment of "Death Sticks" for a lesser known drug barron on the outer-rim.
However, this haul was to be his fathers last. His father didn't regularly check the contents of the shipments, leaving the "technicalities" to Richard. He and his father set off to haul the precious cargo to a remote planet on the outer-rim.
En route to the drop off point the ship was attacked by rival gang members. Fortunately the freighter was able to hyperspace out of the system and make it to a nearby space station to repair. When the mechanic opened the cargohold to examine an apparent coolant leak, it triggered a homing device which alerted the Drug Barron's in the event that the cargohold was opened and that the cargo may have been tampered with.
The supply of "Death Sticks" had all been spoiled due to the coolant leak, leaving almost nothing to distinguish them. Later that day the drug barrons arrived on the station and were furious to discover that their precious cargo of drugs had been destroyed because of the "Incompetence" of some low grade freighter pilot.
They brutally murdered Richards father, believing that it was his fault and stole the freighter for "compensation". Richard was distraught at the death of his father, loosing the only family that he had. He turned to drink, blaming himself for his father's death.
He was later convicted of Grand Theft Auto and flying under the influence of alcohol. He was given a choice, rot in a prison on some god forsaken planet or join the republic's "Last chances" squadron. Richard chose the latter and was enlisted in the Republic Navy.
Many of the other pilots looked down on the "Last Chancers", as they were usually comprised of draftees, enlisted due to a mild criminal sentence.
The "Last Chancers" squadron was led by Colonel Javis Gully, a strict and "hard assed" officer who's methods of training and disiplin were considered "too extreame" for the regular forces and so was placed in command of rehabilitateing the criminals who were placed into the "Last Chancers" through the only why he knew. Combat.
The squadron mainly undertook missions which we considered suicidal such as infultrating heavily defended enemy territory to perform bombing runs, or delivering cargo along a dangerous traderoute. Many didn't last the first week, which was generally the idea behind the squadron.
It was designed as a way of using criminals effectively, rather than placing them in prison. This way, they were of some use to the Republic and were usually garrunteed a death sentence. Those who did survive were usually reveared among the rest of the military, even with their criminal records.
However, Richard soon redeemed himself after showing particular skill at piloting various spacecraft, as well as in his intellect and leadership qualities. His sentence was soon paid off and he was given the option of joining the regular navy or rejoining society. Richard had become so used to life in the navy that he chose to stay. He proceeded to rise the ranks, taking part in many of the major battles that defined the Republic's campaign against the madalorians and the sith.
RP Sample:
Richard sat down at the bar wearily. Another day, another endless struggle to survive and try and forgive himself for all the things he had done wrong. There was nothing for it though. The only thing that made it better was drink...
"Oi, barkeep!" He shouted over to the barkeep who was a large balding man, cleaning the inside of a glass with a grubby cloth which only seemed to be smearing the glass with even more grime. "One Correlian ale." He said. "Right you are, Sir." The barkeep replied.
He set down the glass infront of Richard, sloshing most of it onto the bar. "3 credits." He said, looking down at Richard who was resting his head on his folded arms which sat ontop of the counter. "Stick it on my tab." He replied.
Richard picked up the drink and began to drink it. Suddenly someone shoved him, spilling the drink all over the count. "Hey, what the bloody hell are you doing?!" Richard shouted to the stranger who had hit him, spinning round on the bar stood.
There stood a stern faced man, covered in tattoo's and with a bald head. Two slightly muscular men stood on either side of him. "You owe Beeline Gek money worm." The man snarled. "Says who?" Replied Richard, looking the man square in the face. "Sez him. Remember, we're offering you protection." "Protection? From what?" "From us." Replied the man with a smirk.
"Look piss off mate. If you think I'm paying you, you must be laughing." Said Richard. Suddenly the two men either side of the bald man grabbed Richard's shoulders, holding him in place. "Lets see if you're still cocky after we've finished with you." Said the bald man as he issued a quick jab to Richards stomach.
Richard bent over double, reeling from the blow. He raised his head laughing. "That the best you got, mummy's boy." He said. The balding man growled and beat him a second and third time. "Now, wheres our money runt!" He snarled again. But just as he did so there was the low sound of someone cocking a gun behind Richard.
The barkeep had retrieved his shotgun from under the bar. "Make one false move and I'll paint the walls an interesting colour called 'Hint of brain'" He said. "Now put the young man down, and back up. Slowly..."
The gang members did so. "We was only getting what was ours, Barkeep. You think you're all tough, waving that boomstick around?" Said the bald man. "I'm not the one with a 12 gauge pointed at my face am I?" He said.
Suddenly one of the gangmembers drew his blaster. Richard dived for cover as the shot flew over his head and hit the Barkeep in the chest. The shotgun went off in his hands, firing a spread of buckshot at the bald gang member, grazing his arm.
"Arrgh! nuts! Find the runt! We gotta return to the boss with something!" He said as he ran for cover, clutching his arm. Richard rolled over the counter to cover as blaster shots exploded around him. He drew his blaster and blind fired over the counter.
Fire and smoke erupted everywhere as the shots hit the glasses and walls of the bar. "Come on ya bastards!" Screamed Richard. He leaned around the counter and fired a few shots towards the gangmembers, causing them to duck their heads.
From outside there could be heard the sound of sirens. "Damn it's the cops!" Shouted one of the gangmembers. Richard saw his chance as the gangmembers were occupied with the sound of the sirens and he darted from his hiding space and dived through the backdoor leading to that alley behind the bar. As rolled to his feet and dashed down the alley, keeping his eyes fixed infront of him and not looking back.
