Post by Zur Sirek on Apr 30, 2009 23:47:05 GMT -5
Faction: Sith
Department: Special Ops
Rank: Specialist
Name: Zur Sirek
Race: Zabrak
Age: 23
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 115 lbs
Appearance:
At first glance, one would think Zur to be human, due to her pale flesh. He frame is very slender, well suited for the types of missions that she undertakes. Like her mother, her lips are naturally pigmented red, matching her facail tattooing. Accenting her crown of horns is a head full of of flowing black hair, which is, at most times, in a bun. Normally she is seen in either her fatigues or her Light Sith Infiltration Armor
Birth place: Iridonia
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: -4
Bio: Like most Zabrak children, Zur was born, and grew up on Iridonia, a small planet in the mid rim. Zur's mother died during child birth, and being an only child, she was raised by her father, Xar. Her father was a master of melee weapons. Every day, since she was 3, she would watching him train. At age 5, she picked up her first blade. It was then when her father began to train her in hand-to-hand and melee combat. At night, he would teach her about stealth, and how to sneak up on her target. At 7 he taught her to kill. Waking Zur in the middle of the night, Xar handed her a blade and the two of them slipped out of their hut. They crept though the tall grass to find a small bantha heard. Speaking quietly, he father instructed her to pick out the weakest of the heard and attack. Moving closer to the beast, she struck. The sickly animal fell with a dying cry. Hearing this, the rest of the heard charged in her direction. Xar bolted to Zur's position to throw her out of the way. Before he could moved out of the way of the thundering bantas Xar was trampled to death beneath their massive feet. Zur knelt next to her father's lifeless corpse and wept the remainder of the night.
At sunrise, a group of Iridonian hunters found their fallen brother Xar and the weeping Zur lying next to him. They took up the body, Zur, and the dead bantha and returned to their small village. The elders met that night. The building was crowded, all of them curious as to the fate of Zur. It seemed to her that they all thought that she was to blame for her father's death. "Banished!" Not one would speak up for her. Zur was cast out of her own village.
She lived in the wilderness of Iridonia until she was 14. A small band of Sith troopers launched an attack on the planet in an attempt to take it over. Killing most of the defenders, the small Sith contingent held the village for quite some time before being over run by a band of, very well organized, Zabraks. Zur managed to stow away on their transport ship. During the trip back to Rakata Prime, Zur was discovered by two low Privates on an unsanctioned break. Quickly dispatching one with her blade, the other called for back up. Five armed guards came to his aid. With their rifles drawn, Zur was pinned down. Fiercely she held her ground as they advanced. With two steps forward, and a swift jump, she eliminated the second Private. The guards stepped back, calling for their captain. They found it astounding that a small girl, but 14 years of age, could flawlessly defeat two trained Sith warriors. The captain moved in behind the guards and tossed a small stun grenade in the room, knocking Zur unconscious. The commander ordered the guards to take her to a holding cell.
In the cell, she was served, by Sith standards, a gracious three meals a day. This continued for four years. Day by day, Zur trained her body and mind for combat. Roughly a few days after what was to be her 19th birthday, three armed guards came to her cell. Zur quickly moved to the darkest corner of the room and waited for them to come in. The third man was the captain from years before, she recognized his voice. Eying the insignia on his fatigues, she identified him as a Major General. He had risen in rank since their last meeting. The other guards moved into the room with caution. Being locked in a cell for four years had nearly broken her will to fight back, but the Major General had plans to rebuild her will.
Of age to join the military, she was forced into service. Upon her first training session a knife was thrust into her hands. Looking down at the blade, her past was reflected. She could remember how to use it in a proper way. She fought countless training dummies day after day. Zur was sent through field test after field test, the Major General had plans for her. By the time Private Zur Sirek had become Private 2 Zur Sirek, her Major General had risen to General. In her year and a half of training, he had become almost a father to her. He taught her the ways the Sith. He had re instilled her killer instinct.
At 20, the time had come for her first mission. It was a simple infiltration. The Sith had intelligence on a small rebel encampment, just south of their position on Rakata Prime. She was to search the huts for any plans to raid the Sith base, and kill anyone that tired to stop her. When the moon was over head, Zur sat atop a small hill, surveying the camp. It seemed to be in order, but security was light. The encampment was in a small valley, strategically it was not a good place. Moving down the hill where she had done her recon, Zur made her way to the backside of a large hut. Light could be seen through the thin, canvas walls of the place. It didn't seem like anyone was inside. Cutting a small hole in the backside, she slipped in. One, lightly armed, guard stood at the door, his back to her. Beneath her mask, she smiled at the thought of taking his life. Creeping up behind him, Zur slapped her left hand across his mouth and pulled him in the doorway, slowing sinking her blade into his throat. With great care, she laid the body on the floor of the place. She began to search the small desk that sat in the corner. As she opened the top drawer of the desk, the alarm sounded.
Guards began to pour into the hut. She counted at least a dozen. They began to fire. Grabbing what papers she could from the desk, she stuffed them into a the small pouch strapped to her thigh and began to make her escape. One guard fired a shot, hitting her right leg. Stopping, she cried out in pain. She knew that the pain she would endure should she be caught would be worse than a blaster shot in the leg. Dragging her injured leg Zur made her way out of the tent. The sirens filled her ears as she was blinded by spotlights mounted on sniper towers. Being fired upon from above, the satchel on her thigh was ripped open, causing the plans to fall to the ground, Zur was too far away to go back when she had noticed her mission was a failure.
The pain in her leg had become unbearable as she soon passed out on the other side of the hill, not far from the Sith base. That night, a small patrol found her. Immediately, she was taken to the infirmary and her wound treated. It was then, Zur came to know that she was not invincible. Lying in her quarters in her skivvies she stared at the burnt flesh on her thigh. She knew that it could have been much worse, and that she had to be more careful next time. For her bravery she was promoted to the rank of Private First Class. Of course, her "father", the General, had a hand in this.
For two more years, Zur was kept out of the field. She was to further her marksmanship training. The General wanted her to quickly learn the uses of a sniper rifle. Finishing the courses, she ranked third in her class and was given access to a long rifle, capable of tearing holes through targets at a range. Completing this training meant it was time for her next assignment. Zur was to return to the rebel encampment for recon. Finding a small area atop the hill overlooking the base, she set up her site. Stretching her body out, Zur laid on the cool ground, watching everything that went on through her binoculars. The camp had grown. It was sprawling with farmers, bounty hunters, and mercenaries, all prepared to overthrow the occupying Sith. After two nights of this, she quietly began to pack up and return to base. Upon reporting this, a small squad, which included Zur was sent to raid the base. Sitting atop the hill with her rifle, she carefully watched the movements of her squad members. On the occasion, she relayed enemy positions to them, via their comm link. The mission was a success, kill as many of the opposition as possible, and as quick as possible. Upset that she hadn't fired a single shot, Zur returned to base with her comrades.
The next day, each of them were promoted in rank, making Private First Class Zur Sirek, Specialist Zur Sirek. Xar would be proud. At 23, she found out that the General that she had come to know as a father was a traitor. He was the one behind the rebel camp. He was attempting to remove the Sith from Rakata Prime. His fate? Execution. On a raised platform, above thousands of Sith troops the traitorous General was shackled. His executioner was none other than Zur. She had undertaken many missions for this man, and was appointed by the Sith Empire to end his military career. Her instructions were clear, kill him or be killed.
Tears streamed down Zur's pale face. This man saved her from a life of imprisonment, and he was to die at her hands. Sighing heavily, Zur stared at the gleaming sword, given to her by a tall, shadowy man. Raising the blade above her head, Zur released a bone chilling yell as she severed the head of the, now retired, General. Dropping the blade at her feet, she turned and made her way down the stairs and back inside the base. Inside, it was quiet. She was safe from the yelling mob. Stripping out of her dress uniform, Zur headed to the showers. The warm water poured down her face, rinsing away the spray of blood that had covered her visage. For the first time in a very long time, she felt sadness. Zur remembered what it was like to lose a father, and this time, it was by her hand.
RP Sample: Zur replayed her memories of the last few years over and over in her head. She was surprised that she was not cast out from the Sith military, or worse. Running her fingers through her hair, and over her horns, she stood and moved to the bathroom that adjoined the barracks. Staring into the mirror she straightened her hair and pulled it up into a neat knot on the back of her head. Putting on her fatigue cap and straightening her field jacket, she headed outside. 'It's actually a nice day for once... Haven't seen one of these in quite a long time.'
From the exit door, Zur headed to the armory to pick up her rifle. She had been assigned a mission that was to take place in 24 hours. The objective was to assassinate the leader of the rebel base by means of a sniper rifle.
After a brief conversation with the few soldiers in the armory, most of them were in her squad, Zur moved to the field through the back door of the large white building. There were targets set up at varying distances. The farthest ones were the targets that she would be practicing with. Zur quickly began to examine the rifle at the table underneath the shaded area off to the side of the range, away from stray shots. Everything seemed to be in working order. She kept her 'toys' in top condition. After her inspection, Zur stood back from the targets, allowing someone of higher rank to empty his rifle. He was an exceptional sniper. From the looks of him, he was in the Sith Special Forces. His rifle was completely custom. "Excellent shooting, sir," she said, snapping to attention and saluting him.
Simply nodding, the man walked away. 'Strange...' Zur took her position at the range. Getting into a prone position she shouldered the rifle and looked down the scope. Firing a shot at one of the farther targets, voices haunted her. "You TRAITOR! Kill him! Kill the traitor!" She fired a second shot. "The punishment for your crimes... is death" Barely noticing where the first two shots hit the target, Zur fired a third shot. Her memories of the day of the execution went back to her holding that dreadful sword. She remembered staring into the cold steel of the blade, her own eyes looking back at her, screaming 'don't do it'. She quickly fired two more shots.
Pushing the rifle away from her, Zur lifted her hands to her head and buried her face in the sand bags that she was rested on to muffle a scream. 'That day... I feel it's going to haunt me forever.'[/color]
Department: Special Ops
Rank: Specialist
Name: Zur Sirek
Race: Zabrak
Age: 23
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 115 lbs
Appearance:
At first glance, one would think Zur to be human, due to her pale flesh. He frame is very slender, well suited for the types of missions that she undertakes. Like her mother, her lips are naturally pigmented red, matching her facail tattooing. Accenting her crown of horns is a head full of of flowing black hair, which is, at most times, in a bun. Normally she is seen in either her fatigues or her Light Sith Infiltration Armor
Birth place: Iridonia
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: -4
Bio: Like most Zabrak children, Zur was born, and grew up on Iridonia, a small planet in the mid rim. Zur's mother died during child birth, and being an only child, she was raised by her father, Xar. Her father was a master of melee weapons. Every day, since she was 3, she would watching him train. At age 5, she picked up her first blade. It was then when her father began to train her in hand-to-hand and melee combat. At night, he would teach her about stealth, and how to sneak up on her target. At 7 he taught her to kill. Waking Zur in the middle of the night, Xar handed her a blade and the two of them slipped out of their hut. They crept though the tall grass to find a small bantha heard. Speaking quietly, he father instructed her to pick out the weakest of the heard and attack. Moving closer to the beast, she struck. The sickly animal fell with a dying cry. Hearing this, the rest of the heard charged in her direction. Xar bolted to Zur's position to throw her out of the way. Before he could moved out of the way of the thundering bantas Xar was trampled to death beneath their massive feet. Zur knelt next to her father's lifeless corpse and wept the remainder of the night.
At sunrise, a group of Iridonian hunters found their fallen brother Xar and the weeping Zur lying next to him. They took up the body, Zur, and the dead bantha and returned to their small village. The elders met that night. The building was crowded, all of them curious as to the fate of Zur. It seemed to her that they all thought that she was to blame for her father's death. "Banished!" Not one would speak up for her. Zur was cast out of her own village.
She lived in the wilderness of Iridonia until she was 14. A small band of Sith troopers launched an attack on the planet in an attempt to take it over. Killing most of the defenders, the small Sith contingent held the village for quite some time before being over run by a band of, very well organized, Zabraks. Zur managed to stow away on their transport ship. During the trip back to Rakata Prime, Zur was discovered by two low Privates on an unsanctioned break. Quickly dispatching one with her blade, the other called for back up. Five armed guards came to his aid. With their rifles drawn, Zur was pinned down. Fiercely she held her ground as they advanced. With two steps forward, and a swift jump, she eliminated the second Private. The guards stepped back, calling for their captain. They found it astounding that a small girl, but 14 years of age, could flawlessly defeat two trained Sith warriors. The captain moved in behind the guards and tossed a small stun grenade in the room, knocking Zur unconscious. The commander ordered the guards to take her to a holding cell.
In the cell, she was served, by Sith standards, a gracious three meals a day. This continued for four years. Day by day, Zur trained her body and mind for combat. Roughly a few days after what was to be her 19th birthday, three armed guards came to her cell. Zur quickly moved to the darkest corner of the room and waited for them to come in. The third man was the captain from years before, she recognized his voice. Eying the insignia on his fatigues, she identified him as a Major General. He had risen in rank since their last meeting. The other guards moved into the room with caution. Being locked in a cell for four years had nearly broken her will to fight back, but the Major General had plans to rebuild her will.
Of age to join the military, she was forced into service. Upon her first training session a knife was thrust into her hands. Looking down at the blade, her past was reflected. She could remember how to use it in a proper way. She fought countless training dummies day after day. Zur was sent through field test after field test, the Major General had plans for her. By the time Private Zur Sirek had become Private 2 Zur Sirek, her Major General had risen to General. In her year and a half of training, he had become almost a father to her. He taught her the ways the Sith. He had re instilled her killer instinct.
At 20, the time had come for her first mission. It was a simple infiltration. The Sith had intelligence on a small rebel encampment, just south of their position on Rakata Prime. She was to search the huts for any plans to raid the Sith base, and kill anyone that tired to stop her. When the moon was over head, Zur sat atop a small hill, surveying the camp. It seemed to be in order, but security was light. The encampment was in a small valley, strategically it was not a good place. Moving down the hill where she had done her recon, Zur made her way to the backside of a large hut. Light could be seen through the thin, canvas walls of the place. It didn't seem like anyone was inside. Cutting a small hole in the backside, she slipped in. One, lightly armed, guard stood at the door, his back to her. Beneath her mask, she smiled at the thought of taking his life. Creeping up behind him, Zur slapped her left hand across his mouth and pulled him in the doorway, slowing sinking her blade into his throat. With great care, she laid the body on the floor of the place. She began to search the small desk that sat in the corner. As she opened the top drawer of the desk, the alarm sounded.
Guards began to pour into the hut. She counted at least a dozen. They began to fire. Grabbing what papers she could from the desk, she stuffed them into a the small pouch strapped to her thigh and began to make her escape. One guard fired a shot, hitting her right leg. Stopping, she cried out in pain. She knew that the pain she would endure should she be caught would be worse than a blaster shot in the leg. Dragging her injured leg Zur made her way out of the tent. The sirens filled her ears as she was blinded by spotlights mounted on sniper towers. Being fired upon from above, the satchel on her thigh was ripped open, causing the plans to fall to the ground, Zur was too far away to go back when she had noticed her mission was a failure.
The pain in her leg had become unbearable as she soon passed out on the other side of the hill, not far from the Sith base. That night, a small patrol found her. Immediately, she was taken to the infirmary and her wound treated. It was then, Zur came to know that she was not invincible. Lying in her quarters in her skivvies she stared at the burnt flesh on her thigh. She knew that it could have been much worse, and that she had to be more careful next time. For her bravery she was promoted to the rank of Private First Class. Of course, her "father", the General, had a hand in this.
For two more years, Zur was kept out of the field. She was to further her marksmanship training. The General wanted her to quickly learn the uses of a sniper rifle. Finishing the courses, she ranked third in her class and was given access to a long rifle, capable of tearing holes through targets at a range. Completing this training meant it was time for her next assignment. Zur was to return to the rebel encampment for recon. Finding a small area atop the hill overlooking the base, she set up her site. Stretching her body out, Zur laid on the cool ground, watching everything that went on through her binoculars. The camp had grown. It was sprawling with farmers, bounty hunters, and mercenaries, all prepared to overthrow the occupying Sith. After two nights of this, she quietly began to pack up and return to base. Upon reporting this, a small squad, which included Zur was sent to raid the base. Sitting atop the hill with her rifle, she carefully watched the movements of her squad members. On the occasion, she relayed enemy positions to them, via their comm link. The mission was a success, kill as many of the opposition as possible, and as quick as possible. Upset that she hadn't fired a single shot, Zur returned to base with her comrades.
The next day, each of them were promoted in rank, making Private First Class Zur Sirek, Specialist Zur Sirek. Xar would be proud. At 23, she found out that the General that she had come to know as a father was a traitor. He was the one behind the rebel camp. He was attempting to remove the Sith from Rakata Prime. His fate? Execution. On a raised platform, above thousands of Sith troops the traitorous General was shackled. His executioner was none other than Zur. She had undertaken many missions for this man, and was appointed by the Sith Empire to end his military career. Her instructions were clear, kill him or be killed.
Tears streamed down Zur's pale face. This man saved her from a life of imprisonment, and he was to die at her hands. Sighing heavily, Zur stared at the gleaming sword, given to her by a tall, shadowy man. Raising the blade above her head, Zur released a bone chilling yell as she severed the head of the, now retired, General. Dropping the blade at her feet, she turned and made her way down the stairs and back inside the base. Inside, it was quiet. She was safe from the yelling mob. Stripping out of her dress uniform, Zur headed to the showers. The warm water poured down her face, rinsing away the spray of blood that had covered her visage. For the first time in a very long time, she felt sadness. Zur remembered what it was like to lose a father, and this time, it was by her hand.
RP Sample: Zur replayed her memories of the last few years over and over in her head. She was surprised that she was not cast out from the Sith military, or worse. Running her fingers through her hair, and over her horns, she stood and moved to the bathroom that adjoined the barracks. Staring into the mirror she straightened her hair and pulled it up into a neat knot on the back of her head. Putting on her fatigue cap and straightening her field jacket, she headed outside. 'It's actually a nice day for once... Haven't seen one of these in quite a long time.'
From the exit door, Zur headed to the armory to pick up her rifle. She had been assigned a mission that was to take place in 24 hours. The objective was to assassinate the leader of the rebel base by means of a sniper rifle.
After a brief conversation with the few soldiers in the armory, most of them were in her squad, Zur moved to the field through the back door of the large white building. There were targets set up at varying distances. The farthest ones were the targets that she would be practicing with. Zur quickly began to examine the rifle at the table underneath the shaded area off to the side of the range, away from stray shots. Everything seemed to be in working order. She kept her 'toys' in top condition. After her inspection, Zur stood back from the targets, allowing someone of higher rank to empty his rifle. He was an exceptional sniper. From the looks of him, he was in the Sith Special Forces. His rifle was completely custom. "Excellent shooting, sir," she said, snapping to attention and saluting him.
Simply nodding, the man walked away. 'Strange...' Zur took her position at the range. Getting into a prone position she shouldered the rifle and looked down the scope. Firing a shot at one of the farther targets, voices haunted her. "You TRAITOR! Kill him! Kill the traitor!" She fired a second shot. "The punishment for your crimes... is death" Barely noticing where the first two shots hit the target, Zur fired a third shot. Her memories of the day of the execution went back to her holding that dreadful sword. She remembered staring into the cold steel of the blade, her own eyes looking back at her, screaming 'don't do it'. She quickly fired two more shots.
Pushing the rifle away from her, Zur lifted her hands to her head and buried her face in the sand bags that she was rested on to muffle a scream. 'That day... I feel it's going to haunt me forever.'[/color]
