Post by Zaine on Aug 22, 2009 0:10:47 GMT -5
[Please note that this bio has already been approved by PSF [See the last page of the active approved military guys [I'm reposting it to fit the new template]]
Faction: Republic Military
Department: Army
Rank: Sergeant
Name: Kamal Haoru
Race: Human
Age: 21
Height: 5'10
Weight: 146 lb.
Appearance:
I hold no claim to this picture, with the exception of the edits I made.
He usually is seen carrying his weapon [M25e2 Blaster Rifle [Have Dire's permission]], which is attached to a sling on his back. He usually wears a casual blue jacket with black pants, sometimes he wears republic armor, and sometimes he wears his red vest. On a holster on his belt lies a m-55 Blaster Pistol [Again, have Dire's permission]. The back of his belt is decorated with thermal detonators, plasma grenades, and Flash Grenades [Specifically 2 of each]... At the other side of his belt lies a small combat knife. and next to it sits a small device used to translate languages. He carries a bluish pack at all times. In it are several tools such as [The star wars equivalent of] screwdrivers, wrenches, and pliers. Inside also contains few medical packs and stimulants.
Birth place: Coruscant
Skills: Slicing, Piloting, Medical
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment:
5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 (4) 5
Bio:
Kamal was born to an average family, a mother and a father. His mother worked countless businesses during her life and his father worked on holo-terminals and vehicles. He was the firstborn of 5 children. Throughout the years, his mother and father were loving to him, and gave him everything he needed. At age 1, his mother had another baby. It was a girl, and Kamal was an older brother. They had decided to name her "Talore". At age 2, he learned to get off the ground and walk. His parents were extremely proud of him. He, unfortunately, didn't learn to speak until a few years later. His parents didn't treat him any less than they did before. At age 4, he finally learned to speak. He talked a lot, though. Eventually, him and his sister began misbehaving to their parents. His mother and father had totally different ways of discipline. His father preferred using kitchen utensils such as wooden spoons, while his mother preferred using her hand. This is when the arguing began. They held it in though, for the sake of the children.
At age 6, his mother had another baby [Me!!], naming him Sean. Kamal and his sister were sort of jealous at first, until they figured out they received no less attention. Then, they began playing with the baby. Their parents let them, of course, and taught them to be gentle with him. Growing up, Kamal loved different sports, and to just run places. He also liked playing around with toy guns and swords, which he played with his brother when he learned to walk around and do regular activities. He got his brother into it as well, and when Kamal stopped playing with them, his brother continued. Kamal went outside a lot, just barley using his home except for sleep.
He grew up on things like drawing and writing. He always wanted to grow up to be an artist. He had planned on joining the army and use his earnings and life experience to survive as an adult. He played games with his groups of friends. Mainly games that involved wrestling, using toy guns, etc. Kamal was always the sniper for his team and he refused to let anyone else take his place. Eventually, he got bored of these games and went on to drawing in his spare time, and playing various sports with his friends. Eventually, his brother wouldn't leave him alone, begging Kamal to include him. He did, of course, since he didn't want to hear him complain.
At age 8, he began actually working, attempting to make his future real instead of pretending it had already been made real, as he used to think. He stopped playing with his friends so much and began doing things like help his mother work with her businesses [Had so much trouble alone] and working with his father on holo-terminals. He only did holo-terminals because when he tried vehicles, he was terrible at it. His brother went on to help his father with them, though. He actually loved it and understood every last thing. Kamal was happy for his brother, of course he was also sorta jealous that he had been so good at it, but he let his brother continue.
At age 10, his mother had yet another baby. This one cried a lot and practically annoyed all three of them. His mother had insisted on Lynne, and his father had nothing better so he just decided to go along with it. Talor, Kamal, and Sean had took turns caring for her, but Sean got the least amount of time with her since he was only a little kid and his mother didn't feel comfortable putting her in care of a 4 year old. They all loved her equally, though, and they occasionally just left her alone to go play their selves. Kamal had told his brother about wanting to join the army, and he was too small to understand it. He told his sister, though, and she knew what he had meant.
At age 12, his mother and his father couldn't hold it in anymore and separated. Everyone felt bad about it. Kamal had thought it was his own fault. He tried to make his mother feel better, but it usually didn't work. When he wasn't doing that, he had began playing outside with his friends once again. He, again, played games with toy guns, swords, and other different toys. He eventually got a bit bored, though. Him and his friends used to run around the streets of Coruscant, playing games like tag and hide-and-seek [Hehe, I don't think there are any other ways to say it xD]. They hid behind houses, in diners, in parked vehicles, pretty much everywhere.
At age 14, he had decided to go live with his father for a while to keep him company. He helped him work on holo-computers and vehicles like he did before, but for vehicles, Kamal got much better. He eventually told his father about wanting to join the military. His father really knew much about the army, and he asked his son if he really did. Kamal, of course, answered positively. His father reminded him about all of the things, such as behavior, staying away from home, real battle, etc. but Kamal didn't care. He was a responsible person and wanted to do it anyway. He knew the dangers and everything, but had yet to realize that he wouldn't be with his family. He thought it was a thing where you go and come back every day. He, though, was wrong.
At age 17, he finally decided to enlist in the army. It was a bit of a long process, and there was a lot of signing and talking. He even had to convince his heartbroken parents to allow him to join. Eventually though, he finished all of that and went on to doing other things. He found much less time to spend with friends and family. He was stuck with his superiors. Filling out paperwork, talking with higher ranks, and just generally being alone. He was pretty stressed. He also knew that the next year would be the time to go to basic training, which he knew would suck for him. He knew much about it already, but didn't know everything.
Soon after, he finally went away to basic training. He had a hard time letting go of his family, but he managed to do it. His drill sergeants were jerks [As they were supposed to be xD]. A lot of people there were older than him, whether or not they were recruits. Despite that, he made a lot of friends. He had plenty of different things to do there. He had to wake up early, he couldn't make any faces while they were in position. He ate in large buildings and ate really good food. It was like they were at a formal party. He got to practice with rifles, sidearms, grenades, and swords. Eventually, he managed to graduate and leave back home. His family was really happy to have him back.
At age 19, he was a Corporal. A year ago, his mother had her 5th and last baby and named her "Lynna". Kamal was happy to see her born, but unfortunately, didn't get to stay with her for long. He got to stay with his family for a little while, but had to go back for more training. About 3 months earlier, he was contacted by the military and was informed of the fact that he was going to be sent back. He knew this was going to happen, and so did his mother and father. He didn't want a long goodbye [He hated those], so he had a simple one and left. He was deployed at a base to be trained on Mygeeto. He learned about medical packs and stimulants as well as healing wounds. He got to use a rifle, which he was pretty good at, he learned to melee, which he sucked at, and he learned how to use terminals, which took a long time. He also learned about medical packs and stimulants as well as healing wounds. He eventually got the hang of it though.
At age 20, he was put into a squadron of four men. He began to receive special training in the arts of slicing and picking locks. He was given many many terminals and locked containers to fidget with throughout the time he spent there. He wasn't fond of the support thing at first. He eventually got it and spent all of his time back, keeping his tools and medical equipment in good shape.. He was actually so good, he was promoted to the rank of Sergeant after a while. After that, he began to make short trips back home as well as staying to train.. His training made him so good, he was near leading his own squadron. Eventually, he began going back and forth between the bases. The boy decided to take up piloting not long after, and loved it. The boy became very skilled.
He has just recently turned 21 years of age and spends his time wandering between the bases.
RP Sample:
The sound of blaster fire filled the few hallways of the training area. Many young men fired at targets that shot out of the ground nonstop as many others wrestled, exercised, and ate. Kamal was probably the only man there who wasn't doing what he should have been doing. The young man sat in a metal chair in the corner of the room, a small terminal sitting in front of him. The boy wore his goggles across his face as he inspected the broken electronic.
He reached into a small pack on the ground beside him and withrew a small fusioncutter. The boy used his left hand to push on the goggles in effort to secure them, and clenched his fist, activating the torch. Kamal brought it close to the terminal and began to run the cutter across the perimeter of the monitor screen. Soon after, it fell into the boy's lap in a somewhat violent manner. The boy grunted in slight pain and set the torch down. Releasing his hand, the torch deactivated.
Kamal removed his goggles and inspected the broken down, now monitorless terminal. The boy snapped his finger and reached down into the pack, withdrawing two more tools. Holding one in one hand and one in the other, he reached inside and began rearranging several colored wires. The boy felt a violent zap against his left hand and withdrew it, grunting in pain.
"Dammit--" the boy growled angrily.
Wrapping his hand in a bandage from his pack he lifted the tech instrument back up and reached inside, continuing to rearrange wires. After a few moments he withdrew his hands from the terminal core and quickly tossed the two instruments into his bag. Kamal reached both hands to the side and lifted the monitor screen, connected to a large sheet of metal by several screws. The boy carefully placed it onto the open space in the terminal and held it with one hand as he reached down for one of his tech instruments. Finding it, he lifted it up and began to tighten the screws holding it together.
The moment he was finished, Kamal dropped the tool onto the hard steel floor below him. The boy slouched down and rested his head on his hands, inspecting the terminal. Sitting straight up once again, Kamal reached over to the terminal and began pressing several buttons. The screen lit up a deep blue color and white text began appearing all over it.
That is what had appeared on the last line of the terminal, making the boy spark a grin of triumph. He stood up and moved it aside, cleaned up his mess, and lifted his pack up. Strapping it to his back, he began walking toward the door.
Faction: Republic Military
Department: Army
Rank: Sergeant
Name: Kamal Haoru
Race: Human
Age: 21
Height: 5'10
Weight: 146 lb.
Appearance:
I hold no claim to this picture, with the exception of the edits I made.
He usually is seen carrying his weapon [M25e2 Blaster Rifle [Have Dire's permission]], which is attached to a sling on his back. He usually wears a casual blue jacket with black pants, sometimes he wears republic armor, and sometimes he wears his red vest. On a holster on his belt lies a m-55 Blaster Pistol [Again, have Dire's permission]. The back of his belt is decorated with thermal detonators, plasma grenades, and Flash Grenades [Specifically 2 of each]... At the other side of his belt lies a small combat knife. and next to it sits a small device used to translate languages. He carries a bluish pack at all times. In it are several tools such as [The star wars equivalent of] screwdrivers, wrenches, and pliers. Inside also contains few medical packs and stimulants.
Birth place: Coruscant
Skills: Slicing, Piloting, Medical
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment:
5 4 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 (4) 5
Bio:
Kamal was born to an average family, a mother and a father. His mother worked countless businesses during her life and his father worked on holo-terminals and vehicles. He was the firstborn of 5 children. Throughout the years, his mother and father were loving to him, and gave him everything he needed. At age 1, his mother had another baby. It was a girl, and Kamal was an older brother. They had decided to name her "Talore". At age 2, he learned to get off the ground and walk. His parents were extremely proud of him. He, unfortunately, didn't learn to speak until a few years later. His parents didn't treat him any less than they did before. At age 4, he finally learned to speak. He talked a lot, though. Eventually, him and his sister began misbehaving to their parents. His mother and father had totally different ways of discipline. His father preferred using kitchen utensils such as wooden spoons, while his mother preferred using her hand. This is when the arguing began. They held it in though, for the sake of the children.
At age 6, his mother had another baby [Me!!], naming him Sean. Kamal and his sister were sort of jealous at first, until they figured out they received no less attention. Then, they began playing with the baby. Their parents let them, of course, and taught them to be gentle with him. Growing up, Kamal loved different sports, and to just run places. He also liked playing around with toy guns and swords, which he played with his brother when he learned to walk around and do regular activities. He got his brother into it as well, and when Kamal stopped playing with them, his brother continued. Kamal went outside a lot, just barley using his home except for sleep.
He grew up on things like drawing and writing. He always wanted to grow up to be an artist. He had planned on joining the army and use his earnings and life experience to survive as an adult. He played games with his groups of friends. Mainly games that involved wrestling, using toy guns, etc. Kamal was always the sniper for his team and he refused to let anyone else take his place. Eventually, he got bored of these games and went on to drawing in his spare time, and playing various sports with his friends. Eventually, his brother wouldn't leave him alone, begging Kamal to include him. He did, of course, since he didn't want to hear him complain.
At age 8, he began actually working, attempting to make his future real instead of pretending it had already been made real, as he used to think. He stopped playing with his friends so much and began doing things like help his mother work with her businesses [Had so much trouble alone] and working with his father on holo-terminals. He only did holo-terminals because when he tried vehicles, he was terrible at it. His brother went on to help his father with them, though. He actually loved it and understood every last thing. Kamal was happy for his brother, of course he was also sorta jealous that he had been so good at it, but he let his brother continue.
At age 10, his mother had yet another baby. This one cried a lot and practically annoyed all three of them. His mother had insisted on Lynne, and his father had nothing better so he just decided to go along with it. Talor, Kamal, and Sean had took turns caring for her, but Sean got the least amount of time with her since he was only a little kid and his mother didn't feel comfortable putting her in care of a 4 year old. They all loved her equally, though, and they occasionally just left her alone to go play their selves. Kamal had told his brother about wanting to join the army, and he was too small to understand it. He told his sister, though, and she knew what he had meant.
At age 12, his mother and his father couldn't hold it in anymore and separated. Everyone felt bad about it. Kamal had thought it was his own fault. He tried to make his mother feel better, but it usually didn't work. When he wasn't doing that, he had began playing outside with his friends once again. He, again, played games with toy guns, swords, and other different toys. He eventually got a bit bored, though. Him and his friends used to run around the streets of Coruscant, playing games like tag and hide-and-seek [Hehe, I don't think there are any other ways to say it xD]. They hid behind houses, in diners, in parked vehicles, pretty much everywhere.
At age 14, he had decided to go live with his father for a while to keep him company. He helped him work on holo-computers and vehicles like he did before, but for vehicles, Kamal got much better. He eventually told his father about wanting to join the military. His father really knew much about the army, and he asked his son if he really did. Kamal, of course, answered positively. His father reminded him about all of the things, such as behavior, staying away from home, real battle, etc. but Kamal didn't care. He was a responsible person and wanted to do it anyway. He knew the dangers and everything, but had yet to realize that he wouldn't be with his family. He thought it was a thing where you go and come back every day. He, though, was wrong.
At age 17, he finally decided to enlist in the army. It was a bit of a long process, and there was a lot of signing and talking. He even had to convince his heartbroken parents to allow him to join. Eventually though, he finished all of that and went on to doing other things. He found much less time to spend with friends and family. He was stuck with his superiors. Filling out paperwork, talking with higher ranks, and just generally being alone. He was pretty stressed. He also knew that the next year would be the time to go to basic training, which he knew would suck for him. He knew much about it already, but didn't know everything.
Soon after, he finally went away to basic training. He had a hard time letting go of his family, but he managed to do it. His drill sergeants were jerks [As they were supposed to be xD]. A lot of people there were older than him, whether or not they were recruits. Despite that, he made a lot of friends. He had plenty of different things to do there. He had to wake up early, he couldn't make any faces while they were in position. He ate in large buildings and ate really good food. It was like they were at a formal party. He got to practice with rifles, sidearms, grenades, and swords. Eventually, he managed to graduate and leave back home. His family was really happy to have him back.
At age 19, he was a Corporal. A year ago, his mother had her 5th and last baby and named her "Lynna". Kamal was happy to see her born, but unfortunately, didn't get to stay with her for long. He got to stay with his family for a little while, but had to go back for more training. About 3 months earlier, he was contacted by the military and was informed of the fact that he was going to be sent back. He knew this was going to happen, and so did his mother and father. He didn't want a long goodbye [He hated those], so he had a simple one and left. He was deployed at a base to be trained on Mygeeto. He learned about medical packs and stimulants as well as healing wounds. He got to use a rifle, which he was pretty good at, he learned to melee, which he sucked at, and he learned how to use terminals, which took a long time. He also learned about medical packs and stimulants as well as healing wounds. He eventually got the hang of it though.
At age 20, he was put into a squadron of four men. He began to receive special training in the arts of slicing and picking locks. He was given many many terminals and locked containers to fidget with throughout the time he spent there. He wasn't fond of the support thing at first. He eventually got it and spent all of his time back, keeping his tools and medical equipment in good shape.. He was actually so good, he was promoted to the rank of Sergeant after a while. After that, he began to make short trips back home as well as staying to train.. His training made him so good, he was near leading his own squadron. Eventually, he began going back and forth between the bases. The boy decided to take up piloting not long after, and loved it. The boy became very skilled.
He has just recently turned 21 years of age and spends his time wandering between the bases.
RP Sample:
The sound of blaster fire filled the few hallways of the training area. Many young men fired at targets that shot out of the ground nonstop as many others wrestled, exercised, and ate. Kamal was probably the only man there who wasn't doing what he should have been doing. The young man sat in a metal chair in the corner of the room, a small terminal sitting in front of him. The boy wore his goggles across his face as he inspected the broken electronic.
He reached into a small pack on the ground beside him and withrew a small fusioncutter. The boy used his left hand to push on the goggles in effort to secure them, and clenched his fist, activating the torch. Kamal brought it close to the terminal and began to run the cutter across the perimeter of the monitor screen. Soon after, it fell into the boy's lap in a somewhat violent manner. The boy grunted in slight pain and set the torch down. Releasing his hand, the torch deactivated.
Kamal removed his goggles and inspected the broken down, now monitorless terminal. The boy snapped his finger and reached down into the pack, withdrawing two more tools. Holding one in one hand and one in the other, he reached inside and began rearranging several colored wires. The boy felt a violent zap against his left hand and withdrew it, grunting in pain.
"Dammit--" the boy growled angrily.
Wrapping his hand in a bandage from his pack he lifted the tech instrument back up and reached inside, continuing to rearrange wires. After a few moments he withdrew his hands from the terminal core and quickly tossed the two instruments into his bag. Kamal reached both hands to the side and lifted the monitor screen, connected to a large sheet of metal by several screws. The boy carefully placed it onto the open space in the terminal and held it with one hand as he reached down for one of his tech instruments. Finding it, he lifted it up and began to tighten the screws holding it together.
The moment he was finished, Kamal dropped the tool onto the hard steel floor below him. The boy slouched down and rested his head on his hands, inspecting the terminal. Sitting straight up once again, Kamal reached over to the terminal and began pressing several buttons. The screen lit up a deep blue color and white text began appearing all over it.
System recovery successful.
That is what had appeared on the last line of the terminal, making the boy spark a grin of triumph. He stood up and moved it aside, cleaned up his mess, and lifted his pack up. Strapping it to his back, he began walking toward the door.
he likes to use WHAT!" So yeah, it took me a second to realize that you weren't talking about knives, egg beaters, or things of that nature. You might want to reword.