Post by dkhouse on May 5, 2009 9:59:02 GMT -5
Faction:Republic Military
Department:Army Special Forces
Rank:Corporal
Name:Sarius McKnight
Race:Human
Age:21
Height:5'1"
Weight:185lbs
Appearance: Sarius wears Black and blue armor that completely covered his body. On his left shoulder he wore a large pauldron that reached down to his elbow. His head held a closed helmet with a blue colored mask and an attenna on the right side. His hands were covered with armored fingerless gloves and he carried a normal blaster rifle. One his belt he carred ammo clips and three frag grenades. On each hip he carried a simple blaster pistol.
He is almost never seen without his armor but if he was he'd look quite simple. A typical soldier look. A buzz cut and a strong muscular build given to him by the military training. He had a soft tan, his eyes were dark brown and his, whatever was seen of it, hair was black. He has a Tattoo under his left eye saying "Honor" in Kel Dor, A tattoo on his right bicep of a flying raven, and a tattoo of a yew tree with six roots over his heart.
Birth place:Dantooine
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 9
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 8
Alignment:7
Bio:PERSONALITY:
Sarius was made to be a soldier. He is obedient and has alot of discipline, able to take criticism and forge it to make himself a better soldier. He is able to be alert 24/7 if he needed to be, even to the point of being alert in his sleep. A serious minuteman for the republic infantry force. He has the capability of being an officer, though he'd rather be alongside the other soldiers.
On the flip side, Sarius is usually the comic relief on the missions. He likes crackin' a good joke and lighten the mood while not on patrols and sitting on ass. When he's not in soldier mode he is very easy to befriend and to be liked. He has a good list of morals that he feels are more important to him than anything. He'd rather risk his own life before sending soldiers in before him and he'd rather ask his superior officer to choose or stop a mission if it was completely immoral to the bone.
HISTORY:
Sarius McKnight was born on the planet of Dantooine. He grew up a pretty basic life, a mother, father and two younger brothers, even owning a small field on the planet where Nerf roamed and grazed. Most of his life he just goofed off with his friends on his spare time, though he was mostly busy with work. He helped his father raise and protect the nerf on their farm from predators.. When he was twelve his father decided he was old enough to learn to use a blaster and how to hunt. This excited Sarius alot, he had dreams of being a glorified Republic Soldier.
Sarius had a a good group of about five friends on Dantooine, of which he felt overly protective. Sara, Solam, Farah, Liz and Zef. Sara and Farah both had a knack for building and fixing things, even helped at a workshop to help fix space ships. Solam was a decent enough pilot, the best on Dantooine, Sarius used to say. Liz and Zef, were twins that liked to go hunting like Sarius did. All five of them hung out almost all day if they weren't busy. Most of the time they hung out with Sara and Farah as they fixed things up in the shop they worked at.
Sarius let his two brothers, Seth and Marq hang out with them sometimes as well. Seth was more of a pacifist like their mother, he was a decent writer and good use propaganda to mess with Sarius and Marq. Marq was much like Sarius himself, following him and their father out to hunt. He wanted his own blaster, but their father had said he was too young. Stated before, Sarius had a pretty normal life.
Three times a week his father took him out to hunt or shoot at targets with his fathers scoped hunting blaster. He learned alot of his patience and discipline from hunting, needing to be as still as possible and for a real long time. Sarius had become good at sharpshooting within two years of hunting with his father. He was fourteen when his father decided he should get his own blaster, it wasn't a hunting blaster but a small blaster pistol. It was an older model with a spiked handgaurd and a slightly long barrel. His father had told him that this blaster was a family weapon for four generations and that it was Sarius' time to wield the weapon.
His father was a very moral man, everytihng he did was based on his own list of them. One day when he was ten, his father had set him down and told him the list. "Sarius. Whatever you do, do not break that list." He had told him. "Never. EVER. Break these morales for any reason. You hear me?" He told him. Sarius took that to heart, his entire life he had never broken those morals.
Little did he know, this was only his time because his father went to join the republic as a sharpshooter. Fourteen he was when his father left for the republic military, but nineteen when a republic captain knocked on their door. Sarius had let the man in, only because he held his fathers scoped hunting blaster. The captain turned out to be a close friend of Sarius' father and came to tell him personally of his tragic death. He had been killed on an assassination mission by a Mandalorian, the Captain had barely got away himself.
Sarius hated the Mandalorians, but he had a stronger feeling of a honor bound obligation to take over were his father left off protecting the republic, so he followed the Captain back to Coruscant for training. He wanted to be like his father, take his place within the military so he could take over were his father left off protecting the republic He took both the blaster rifle of his fathers and the blaster pistol his father had given him. When he got on the Captain's ship he looked back to look down on his brothers and mother. Marq had wanted to go along with him, but their mother had said he was too young for that as well. "I'll be back! I promise!" He called. And they knew it was true, it was one of the morals on the list...Never break a promise.
When he got into training, he did well. He impressed the Drill sergeants with his shooting and his ability to take orders. Sarius took critisism well and only used it to make himself better, which tended to impress the sergeants more. He graduated basic as a Corporal and was transfered to the Special Forces, continuing his training there. He learned to be stealthy, even with armor on, and to heighten abilities to fire a blaster. When he graduated with the Special Forces, he got his armor and upgraded the rifle of his fathers to make it more combat ready.
RP Sample:(Note, the Sample RP is just a fake RP. I realize that there hasn't been an all out battle between the Mandalorians and the Republic yet.)
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"Grenade! Move!" Screamed Sarius, before diving towards the left in a desperate attempt to save himself from the explosion. He curled up as he slammed into the ground and the grenade went off, sending dirt and shrapnel over his body. He grunted and uncurled, looking down at his body to make sure he was alright before checking on the rest of the troopers he was with. "Everyone alright?" He called, the speakers on his helm making his voice deeper than it actually was.
Pushing himself up, he grabbed his blaster rifle and pressed his back against the trenches wall. After getting a good reply from every soldier he lifted his rifle ontop of the trench and twisted as he stood so he faced outwards towards the enemy. His eyes moved from target to target, assessing the situation carefully before squeezing off a few shots. Blue blazing hot blaster bolts shot from his rifle and landed on the three targets chests. Red bolts came flying towards him in retaliation, making him duck down into the trench for protection. "Jesus! We're outnumbered Captain! And to top it all off! We're running out of ammo!" Sarius called angrily.
"Shush it Corporal! I know our situation!" The captain scowled angrily in turn, before turning to the small disk in front of him. Sarius watched as he tried to make contact with the Republican ship orbiting the planet. They needed suplies and reinforcement quickly and the ship wasn't responding. It didn't make for a great situation at all. He huffed and spun back up squeezing off a few more shots at the enemy, taking down a few more. "Captain! They're advancing!" Sarius heard someone yell, he then heard the captain curse in anger.
"If someone has a grenade, use it!" Sarius yelled down the line, causing three or four of the men to lean back, prep a grenade and throw it towards the enemy. Everyone ducked as four loud explosions went off, then everyone was back up shooting at them. Sarius went to shoot, when the man next to him was shot and went down hard. "Medic!" He called loudly, leaning down to pull off the helmet and check his pulse. "Get a Bacta tank over here Dammit!" He yelled, before a medic officer ran up to them. Sarius let him take care of it, he needed to hold the line.
He hoped they would have some kind of luck...A jedi maybe? No, Sarius was pushing the luck too far. All they needed was reinforcements, maybe a few tanks to match their heavy artillery. He stood and shot down a few more men, before throwing a sonic grenade. "Everyone down!" He called before ducking again. A loud bang sounded off then came a white ring like light over them. Hopefully that dazed them enough for the Republican Troops to kill some off easily. He stood and began shooting until his rifle started clicking. Dropping to his rear, he released the clip, tossed it and shoved a new one into the recepter. When he went to stand again, he looked up seeing five Republic fighters and three drop ships.
The entire line gave a cheer as the fighters mowed down lines of the advancing military and the drop ships dropped off more troops and supplies. Sarius even gave a cheer himself, "Glad you boys could drop by!" He called to a trooper whom took up a position next to him. "Well we thought you needed a hand." The trooper chuckled and began firing. Sarius joined in, mopping up any enemy troops that the fighters missed.
Department:Army Special Forces
Rank:Corporal
Name:Sarius McKnight
Race:Human
Age:21
Height:5'1"
Weight:185lbs
Appearance: Sarius wears Black and blue armor that completely covered his body. On his left shoulder he wore a large pauldron that reached down to his elbow. His head held a closed helmet with a blue colored mask and an attenna on the right side. His hands were covered with armored fingerless gloves and he carried a normal blaster rifle. One his belt he carred ammo clips and three frag grenades. On each hip he carried a simple blaster pistol.
He is almost never seen without his armor but if he was he'd look quite simple. A typical soldier look. A buzz cut and a strong muscular build given to him by the military training. He had a soft tan, his eyes were dark brown and his, whatever was seen of it, hair was black. He has a Tattoo under his left eye saying "Honor" in Kel Dor, A tattoo on his right bicep of a flying raven, and a tattoo of a yew tree with six roots over his heart.
Birth place:Dantooine
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 9
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 8
Alignment:7
Bio:PERSONALITY:
Sarius was made to be a soldier. He is obedient and has alot of discipline, able to take criticism and forge it to make himself a better soldier. He is able to be alert 24/7 if he needed to be, even to the point of being alert in his sleep. A serious minuteman for the republic infantry force. He has the capability of being an officer, though he'd rather be alongside the other soldiers.
On the flip side, Sarius is usually the comic relief on the missions. He likes crackin' a good joke and lighten the mood while not on patrols and sitting on ass. When he's not in soldier mode he is very easy to befriend and to be liked. He has a good list of morals that he feels are more important to him than anything. He'd rather risk his own life before sending soldiers in before him and he'd rather ask his superior officer to choose or stop a mission if it was completely immoral to the bone.
HISTORY:
Sarius McKnight was born on the planet of Dantooine. He grew up a pretty basic life, a mother, father and two younger brothers, even owning a small field on the planet where Nerf roamed and grazed. Most of his life he just goofed off with his friends on his spare time, though he was mostly busy with work. He helped his father raise and protect the nerf on their farm from predators.. When he was twelve his father decided he was old enough to learn to use a blaster and how to hunt. This excited Sarius alot, he had dreams of being a glorified Republic Soldier.
Sarius had a a good group of about five friends on Dantooine, of which he felt overly protective. Sara, Solam, Farah, Liz and Zef. Sara and Farah both had a knack for building and fixing things, even helped at a workshop to help fix space ships. Solam was a decent enough pilot, the best on Dantooine, Sarius used to say. Liz and Zef, were twins that liked to go hunting like Sarius did. All five of them hung out almost all day if they weren't busy. Most of the time they hung out with Sara and Farah as they fixed things up in the shop they worked at.
Sarius let his two brothers, Seth and Marq hang out with them sometimes as well. Seth was more of a pacifist like their mother, he was a decent writer and good use propaganda to mess with Sarius and Marq. Marq was much like Sarius himself, following him and their father out to hunt. He wanted his own blaster, but their father had said he was too young. Stated before, Sarius had a pretty normal life.
Three times a week his father took him out to hunt or shoot at targets with his fathers scoped hunting blaster. He learned alot of his patience and discipline from hunting, needing to be as still as possible and for a real long time. Sarius had become good at sharpshooting within two years of hunting with his father. He was fourteen when his father decided he should get his own blaster, it wasn't a hunting blaster but a small blaster pistol. It was an older model with a spiked handgaurd and a slightly long barrel. His father had told him that this blaster was a family weapon for four generations and that it was Sarius' time to wield the weapon.
His father was a very moral man, everytihng he did was based on his own list of them. One day when he was ten, his father had set him down and told him the list. "Sarius. Whatever you do, do not break that list." He had told him. "Never. EVER. Break these morales for any reason. You hear me?" He told him. Sarius took that to heart, his entire life he had never broken those morals.
Little did he know, this was only his time because his father went to join the republic as a sharpshooter. Fourteen he was when his father left for the republic military, but nineteen when a republic captain knocked on their door. Sarius had let the man in, only because he held his fathers scoped hunting blaster. The captain turned out to be a close friend of Sarius' father and came to tell him personally of his tragic death. He had been killed on an assassination mission by a Mandalorian, the Captain had barely got away himself.
Sarius hated the Mandalorians, but he had a stronger feeling of a honor bound obligation to take over were his father left off protecting the republic, so he followed the Captain back to Coruscant for training. He wanted to be like his father, take his place within the military so he could take over were his father left off protecting the republic He took both the blaster rifle of his fathers and the blaster pistol his father had given him. When he got on the Captain's ship he looked back to look down on his brothers and mother. Marq had wanted to go along with him, but their mother had said he was too young for that as well. "I'll be back! I promise!" He called. And they knew it was true, it was one of the morals on the list...Never break a promise.
When he got into training, he did well. He impressed the Drill sergeants with his shooting and his ability to take orders. Sarius took critisism well and only used it to make himself better, which tended to impress the sergeants more. He graduated basic as a Corporal and was transfered to the Special Forces, continuing his training there. He learned to be stealthy, even with armor on, and to heighten abilities to fire a blaster. When he graduated with the Special Forces, he got his armor and upgraded the rifle of his fathers to make it more combat ready.
RP Sample:(Note, the Sample RP is just a fake RP. I realize that there hasn't been an all out battle between the Mandalorians and the Republic yet.)
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"Grenade! Move!" Screamed Sarius, before diving towards the left in a desperate attempt to save himself from the explosion. He curled up as he slammed into the ground and the grenade went off, sending dirt and shrapnel over his body. He grunted and uncurled, looking down at his body to make sure he was alright before checking on the rest of the troopers he was with. "Everyone alright?" He called, the speakers on his helm making his voice deeper than it actually was.
Pushing himself up, he grabbed his blaster rifle and pressed his back against the trenches wall. After getting a good reply from every soldier he lifted his rifle ontop of the trench and twisted as he stood so he faced outwards towards the enemy. His eyes moved from target to target, assessing the situation carefully before squeezing off a few shots. Blue blazing hot blaster bolts shot from his rifle and landed on the three targets chests. Red bolts came flying towards him in retaliation, making him duck down into the trench for protection. "Jesus! We're outnumbered Captain! And to top it all off! We're running out of ammo!" Sarius called angrily.
"Shush it Corporal! I know our situation!" The captain scowled angrily in turn, before turning to the small disk in front of him. Sarius watched as he tried to make contact with the Republican ship orbiting the planet. They needed suplies and reinforcement quickly and the ship wasn't responding. It didn't make for a great situation at all. He huffed and spun back up squeezing off a few more shots at the enemy, taking down a few more. "Captain! They're advancing!" Sarius heard someone yell, he then heard the captain curse in anger.
"If someone has a grenade, use it!" Sarius yelled down the line, causing three or four of the men to lean back, prep a grenade and throw it towards the enemy. Everyone ducked as four loud explosions went off, then everyone was back up shooting at them. Sarius went to shoot, when the man next to him was shot and went down hard. "Medic!" He called loudly, leaning down to pull off the helmet and check his pulse. "Get a Bacta tank over here Dammit!" He yelled, before a medic officer ran up to them. Sarius let him take care of it, he needed to hold the line.
He hoped they would have some kind of luck...A jedi maybe? No, Sarius was pushing the luck too far. All they needed was reinforcements, maybe a few tanks to match their heavy artillery. He stood and shot down a few more men, before throwing a sonic grenade. "Everyone down!" He called before ducking again. A loud bang sounded off then came a white ring like light over them. Hopefully that dazed them enough for the Republican Troops to kill some off easily. He stood and began shooting until his rifle started clicking. Dropping to his rear, he released the clip, tossed it and shoved a new one into the recepter. When he went to stand again, he looked up seeing five Republic fighters and three drop ships.
The entire line gave a cheer as the fighters mowed down lines of the advancing military and the drop ships dropped off more troops and supplies. Sarius even gave a cheer himself, "Glad you boys could drop by!" He called to a trooper whom took up a position next to him. "Well we thought you needed a hand." The trooper chuckled and began firing. Sarius joined in, mopping up any enemy troops that the fighters missed.
I started losing mine after only a few weeks. Just wanted to state that for the record.