Post by Equb on Aug 14, 2009 1:27:52 GMT -5
Faction:Sith Military
Department:Navy
Rank: Lieutenant
Name:Crilla Grangor
Race:Human
Age:21
Height:5'8
Weight:166
Appearance:Crilla looks like he deserves his position in the Sith Military, his clean cut hair and his shaven face make him look like an officer people give him respect. He also carries a Type-95 blaster pistol in a holster on his right thigh.
Birth place:Dantooine
Skills:Computer Use, Piloting, Leadership, Marksmanship
Attributes:
Physical Strength:3
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons:3
Ranged Weapons:4
Alignment:-3
Bio:Crilla was born into a rich family, in a large estate on Dantooine. His father was rich from farming a massive farm of assorted vegetables, which he sold to the Sith for a hefty sum, through most of his life. Crilla was treated like a prince most of his childhood, but when he began to not listen to his parents, they sent him off to a discipline academy at the age of 6 where he studied Math, Science, Mechanics, Physics, and 6 different languages, Huttese, Rodian, Trandoshan, Twi'lek, Ubese, Wookie, as well as Basic while he was at the academy he had begun to start acting more disciplined because every time he acted bad the headmaster would make him wash the bathrooms, but occasionally he would play a prank or two, like hiding their uniform so they couldn't find it in the morning, on other students at the academy until he was 16.
When he was 16, he was sent to a Sith Naval Academy by his parents who had gotten note that he had graduated from the discipline academy, to be taught the ways of leadership. Not only that but history of the Sith, obedience, and respect. He learned to respect his superiors, and how to handle serious situations. Ever since the academy he had became much more mature, and he always respected those above him always listening and behaving properly around them, but for some reason would treat others under him with true disrespect, he would flick them or laugh at them, except for when his superiors were around. He graduated from this academy at the age of 20 at the rank of a Lieutenant, Junior Grade. From there on he was stationed at a Sith Outpost on Korriban.
At his position at the outpost he did simple things such as, round about's checking on things. He was a natural leader, he always kept things neat and organized, one time, and he was in command of import/export shuttle. After about a year when he was 21 Crilla was promoted to a Lieutenant, because of his excellent performance, on his evaluation.
After being promoted to Lieutenant, Crilla's duty's changed. Now he worked on things like, the imports and exports of munitions, food, and other miscellaneous parts, not much happened at the outpost, but occasionally something would break. But he still enjoyed his position. People gave him respect they called him sir, and always saluted. He appreciated his position of power. After about six months Crilla was told he was to be put on a raiding ship which raided planets on the outer rim, helping watch over the transactions of the plunder, including Credits, Food, and extra parts.
RP Sample:
(Takes place at the outpost on Korriban)
It was a quiet day on Korriban near the outpost. Crilla could here nothing but the daily sounds of the outpost at his position at the imports, and exports dock. Yesterday people were shouting, trying to fix a generator that had went berserk and shorted out, without the generator there wasn't power, Crilla was waiting on a shuttle with a new generator. He had been waiting all day.
Finally a shuttle arrived and landed, Crilla began to walk towards it. As he was walking, he heard the sounds of the outpost, the yelling of the dock crew, the loud sounds of the docking ships at the docks, the sounds of machines transporting the imports/exports, and the sound of the broken generator sparking.
When he reached the shuttle, he walked on the docking board and went inside. He waited near the door for someone to come and greet him. A sergeant with somewhat of a British accent, began to walk towards him from the cockpit. He saluted Crilla.
If you'll just follow me sir, I'll take you to the generator.
Crilla followed the soldier to the storage room, where they saw the generator. The soldier and Crilla stared at it. For all Crilla knew, the soldier was in love with the generator, he stared at it like it was his soul partner.
It's a beauty, isn't it sir?
Crilla laughed, and reached for his com- link to the import, and exports dock master, and then began to speak into the com-link.
Dock master, this is Crilla. Get a dock crew to this shuttle and get this generator back to the outpost immediately
Yes sir, I'm sending a docking crew as we speak sir.
While waiting for the docking crew, Crilla looked over the generator to make sure everything was correct. His commanding officer didn't like it much when things weren't correct. After taking a good look about the generator, the docking crew arrived with a lift, they could use to take the generator back to the outpost. They struggled with it a bit, and almost dropped it numerous times.
If you get one ding, one scratch on that generator, I'll make sure that I get you punished to full extent.
Once back at the outpost, Crilla went looking for the head mechanic, so that he could wire the new generator to the outpost. Once he found the mechanic they headed back to the generator, which they put in the generator room. After about an hour, the mechanic had fully wired the generator. Crilla told him to get back to his position, and then went to the main desk. Once there he walked to his commanding officer's door and knocked.
[color=Lime Green Who is it?[/color]
It's Grangor sir.
Oh Grangor, come in.
Crilla opened the door slightly fast, and walked inside. He sat down in a chair in front of his commanding officer's desk. His CO was in a seemed to be in what seemed like a massive chair. Crilla thought to himself, that one day he might be the one in that chair, or maybe even better.
Sir, I've had the main generator hooked up to the outpost sir. It's a brand new one, we just received it from a support shuttle, from a ship near the Korriban system. I think you'll be pleased with my mechanic's work.
Crilla smiled at his CO, which quickly turned back into a straight face. His CO put his fingers under his chin as if posing for a picture.
I think we should go check on your mechanic's work.
Crilla nodded and stood up. His CO was a husky man, so he had trouble getting out of his chair. Crilla opened the door for the husky man, and followed somewhat beside but behind him. They walked from the main office, all the way back to the main generator room; Crilla unlocked the door and walked in keeping the door open for the husky CO. Who seemed to get slower and slower as they progressed.
I think your mechanic has done an excellent job; I want you to reward him, any way that you would like. But it seems to be getting dark outside. I think most people except for the guards in the outpost should be asleep. You've done well today Grangor, excellent leadership. You deserve some rest. As do I, so if you don’t mind I'll be heading off to bed.
On that note Crilla and his CO saluted each other; the husky CO went to the right, Crilla to the left. When Crilla had reached the officer's barracks, a warm artistic place, he switched into a night garment and an officer's nightcap and fell to sleep in his comfortable bed, unlike the ones in the enlisted soldier's barracks. Crilla thought to himself, that he had done a good job today, and dozed to sleep.
Department:Navy
Rank: Lieutenant
Name:Crilla Grangor
Race:Human
Age:21
Height:5'8
Weight:166
Appearance:Crilla looks like he deserves his position in the Sith Military, his clean cut hair and his shaven face make him look like an officer people give him respect. He also carries a Type-95 blaster pistol in a holster on his right thigh.
Birth place:Dantooine
Skills:Computer Use, Piloting, Leadership, Marksmanship
Attributes:
Physical Strength:3
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons:3
Ranged Weapons:4
Alignment:-3
Bio:Crilla was born into a rich family, in a large estate on Dantooine. His father was rich from farming a massive farm of assorted vegetables, which he sold to the Sith for a hefty sum, through most of his life. Crilla was treated like a prince most of his childhood, but when he began to not listen to his parents, they sent him off to a discipline academy at the age of 6 where he studied Math, Science, Mechanics, Physics, and 6 different languages, Huttese, Rodian, Trandoshan, Twi'lek, Ubese, Wookie, as well as Basic while he was at the academy he had begun to start acting more disciplined because every time he acted bad the headmaster would make him wash the bathrooms, but occasionally he would play a prank or two, like hiding their uniform so they couldn't find it in the morning, on other students at the academy until he was 16.
When he was 16, he was sent to a Sith Naval Academy by his parents who had gotten note that he had graduated from the discipline academy, to be taught the ways of leadership. Not only that but history of the Sith, obedience, and respect. He learned to respect his superiors, and how to handle serious situations. Ever since the academy he had became much more mature, and he always respected those above him always listening and behaving properly around them, but for some reason would treat others under him with true disrespect, he would flick them or laugh at them, except for when his superiors were around. He graduated from this academy at the age of 20 at the rank of a Lieutenant, Junior Grade. From there on he was stationed at a Sith Outpost on Korriban.
At his position at the outpost he did simple things such as, round about's checking on things. He was a natural leader, he always kept things neat and organized, one time, and he was in command of import/export shuttle. After about a year when he was 21 Crilla was promoted to a Lieutenant, because of his excellent performance, on his evaluation.
After being promoted to Lieutenant, Crilla's duty's changed. Now he worked on things like, the imports and exports of munitions, food, and other miscellaneous parts, not much happened at the outpost, but occasionally something would break. But he still enjoyed his position. People gave him respect they called him sir, and always saluted. He appreciated his position of power. After about six months Crilla was told he was to be put on a raiding ship which raided planets on the outer rim, helping watch over the transactions of the plunder, including Credits, Food, and extra parts.
RP Sample:
(Takes place at the outpost on Korriban)
It was a quiet day on Korriban near the outpost. Crilla could here nothing but the daily sounds of the outpost at his position at the imports, and exports dock. Yesterday people were shouting, trying to fix a generator that had went berserk and shorted out, without the generator there wasn't power, Crilla was waiting on a shuttle with a new generator. He had been waiting all day.
Finally a shuttle arrived and landed, Crilla began to walk towards it. As he was walking, he heard the sounds of the outpost, the yelling of the dock crew, the loud sounds of the docking ships at the docks, the sounds of machines transporting the imports/exports, and the sound of the broken generator sparking.
When he reached the shuttle, he walked on the docking board and went inside. He waited near the door for someone to come and greet him. A sergeant with somewhat of a British accent, began to walk towards him from the cockpit. He saluted Crilla.
If you'll just follow me sir, I'll take you to the generator.
Crilla followed the soldier to the storage room, where they saw the generator. The soldier and Crilla stared at it. For all Crilla knew, the soldier was in love with the generator, he stared at it like it was his soul partner.
It's a beauty, isn't it sir?
Crilla laughed, and reached for his com- link to the import, and exports dock master, and then began to speak into the com-link.
Dock master, this is Crilla. Get a dock crew to this shuttle and get this generator back to the outpost immediately
Yes sir, I'm sending a docking crew as we speak sir.
While waiting for the docking crew, Crilla looked over the generator to make sure everything was correct. His commanding officer didn't like it much when things weren't correct. After taking a good look about the generator, the docking crew arrived with a lift, they could use to take the generator back to the outpost. They struggled with it a bit, and almost dropped it numerous times.
If you get one ding, one scratch on that generator, I'll make sure that I get you punished to full extent.
Once back at the outpost, Crilla went looking for the head mechanic, so that he could wire the new generator to the outpost. Once he found the mechanic they headed back to the generator, which they put in the generator room. After about an hour, the mechanic had fully wired the generator. Crilla told him to get back to his position, and then went to the main desk. Once there he walked to his commanding officer's door and knocked.
[color=Lime Green Who is it?[/color]
It's Grangor sir.
Oh Grangor, come in.
Crilla opened the door slightly fast, and walked inside. He sat down in a chair in front of his commanding officer's desk. His CO was in a seemed to be in what seemed like a massive chair. Crilla thought to himself, that one day he might be the one in that chair, or maybe even better.
Sir, I've had the main generator hooked up to the outpost sir. It's a brand new one, we just received it from a support shuttle, from a ship near the Korriban system. I think you'll be pleased with my mechanic's work.
Crilla smiled at his CO, which quickly turned back into a straight face. His CO put his fingers under his chin as if posing for a picture.
I think we should go check on your mechanic's work.
Crilla nodded and stood up. His CO was a husky man, so he had trouble getting out of his chair. Crilla opened the door for the husky man, and followed somewhat beside but behind him. They walked from the main office, all the way back to the main generator room; Crilla unlocked the door and walked in keeping the door open for the husky CO. Who seemed to get slower and slower as they progressed.
I think your mechanic has done an excellent job; I want you to reward him, any way that you would like. But it seems to be getting dark outside. I think most people except for the guards in the outpost should be asleep. You've done well today Grangor, excellent leadership. You deserve some rest. As do I, so if you don’t mind I'll be heading off to bed.
On that note Crilla and his CO saluted each other; the husky CO went to the right, Crilla to the left. When Crilla had reached the officer's barracks, a warm artistic place, he switched into a night garment and an officer's nightcap and fell to sleep in his comfortable bed, unlike the ones in the enlisted soldier's barracks. Crilla thought to himself, that he had done a good job today, and dozed to sleep.
