Post by Sentoyo on May 2, 2009 20:20:25 GMT -5
Faction: Sith
Department: Navy
Rank: Lieutenant Commander (O-4)
Name: Rax Rosetta
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 5ft 9in
Weight: 167lbs
Appearance:(Minus the Rifle)
Birth place: Nar Shaddaa
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 6
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: -3
Bio: Rax was born on Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler's Moon, to a down on his luck Gambler turned Swoop Bike Racer Zhang Rosetta and his wife, who worked as a waitress at an honest restraunt, Annie Rosetta. They lived in what was left of the slums of the period after the Jedi Civil War, and the Rosetta family had a long line of gambling, Swoop racing, and other illicit activities. He was home schooled when his Mom was not on the work shift, teaching him to read and write with some skill. Despite his lack luster education, Rax had a sharp wit and was street wise, making up for his lack of book smarts. At the age of six, he was part of his father's swoop team, carrying various parts in between races and helping 'tweak' opponents bikes. He enjoyed rigging the fuel lines of a Swoop Bike's engines to feed fuel in the wrong tube, causing a massive explosion and usually taking down several other riders who didn't move quick enough. Of course, this was frowned upon by officials that tried to control the races, and they decided that Zhang would have to die to make a point to the rest of the racers that rigging the odds was a no no. Rax was present when the hit men took down his father, blasted him at point blank, and shot his wife for good measure. They missed him though, he had hidden in a closet that had the perfect vantage point of the entire killing. Rax had been no stranger to death and violence, but this time it was personal. He was dead set on having revenge, but needed the money to do so, and he had the perfect plan to get that money.
At the age of twelve, he broke into the Swoop Bike circuits, using his father's old team to help keep him in the lead. He didn't rig the oppositions rides, instead just out raced them and saved his money not spent on staying ahead of the competition for when he could afford his plan. It took four years, and he learned the finer points of snap reflexes and being one step ahead of the game. That's why it took so long to gather the money he needed. He spent half on the information on those who killed his parents, learning the weak points in the defenses of the main building. He spent the other half on purchasing the services of several disgruntled Mandalorians who had been dishonored by the same people who killed his father. It took a year to organize, but finally the time for revenge was coming to its maturity.
Everything went as planned. Rax had his fathers DL-44 Heavy Blaster and the Mandalorians broke in the front and would do as much damage as they saw fit, he had given them no rules of engagement except to kill and cause as much chaos as possible, and leave the Ring Leader for him. He could barely scale the path he had chosen and was tired by the time he reached the top floor. By that time, the Mandalorians had blasted a path to the top floor and were in a heated battle with the veteran guards of the Ring Leader. This left the man alone in his office, clutching a hold out blaster in his shaky fist. He had never expected anything like this. It took a second to gather his breath, and he yelled the man's name. He turned, shocked to see the Rosetta boy still alive and ready for revenge, and raised his blaster. It blew apart from the first shot, the second took his leg out, and Rax walked forward easily, and planted his boot on his neck. After letting him choke for close to a minute, he stomped and shattered his neck. The Mandalorians busted in, and looked dispassionately at the dead Ring Leader. Mission Accomplished, and they left, honor avenged and some extra credits in their pockets. Rax would race for another year until he had enough credits to afford a shuttle off Nar Shaddaa. He sold his Swoop Racing gear, minus his goggles, paid the team enough to get off as well, and left without looking back.
Shortly after his 19th birthday, Rax ran into a fighter pilot from the Sith Empire. After spending a day chatting with the man, over several drinks, he was talked into enlisting as a pilot. His past as a Swoop Fighter and quick reflexes marked him as a instant success as a Dog Fighter, although he wouldn't be the best Bomber Pilot. After two years in a training academy, and managing to escape the brunt of the indoctrination, Rax left as a Ensign. He was tested against pirates that were attacking one of the shipping lanes of the Sith, and he led the fighter squad, after the Officer got blasted, to a decisive victory that shut down the operations in the area for a good period of time. For fast thinking and saving vital pilots from dying for a minor cause, his promotion, at the age of 22, skipped Lieutenant, Junior Grade and landed him as a Lieutenant. After serving for another four years he clawed up another rank, to Lieutenant Commander. Nothing overly eventful, minus the growing violence between the Republic, Mandalorians, and the Sith Empire, happened in the year after his promotion.
RP Sample: The Controller, as Rax personally called him, droned on, giving various squads launch orders and, for a few, alternate orders. Finally, the ordered Zulu Squadron, of which he was part of, to launch and hunt any hostile fighters. His wingman, a fresh faced kid barely out of his teens, couldn't have been much older than 21, checked in Green. When the Squad Leader called for each pilot to check in, he listened to the chatter.
"F-1, ready to rock."
"F-2, Ready to have some fun"
Rax shrugged in his harness as the rest sounded off until he was up, F-5, and sounded off before the green kid would.
"F-5 Green, let's get this over with."
They launched, and the Green kid was right behind him, a little close but not enough to be yelled at for. The mindless chatter was the other guys ways of preparing for the battle ahead, but Rax didn't participate in the chatter, he was coaching the kid on some basics that they didn't mention in the Academy.
"Alright Kid, listen up and you might live. One, never straighten out to line up a target, quick way to get wasted. Always move. Two, don't spray and pray. Short, controlled bursts. Three, listen to the rest of the Squad. They might warn ya if someone is on your six and you don't see em. Stick with me, do what I say, and you might pull out in one piece."
Suddenly, the lead fighter opened up in several bursts, and a pirate fighter lit up as it blew apart in the void. They broke off and began hunting targets. They were covering a bombing run, and he sighted a bomber. The kid, in all the excitement, sprinted his fighter after several others, breaking what he said not to do. It didn't matter, he worked better alone. The kid was still alive and probably would score a few kills, boost his ego, and everyone would be happy. He would stop the bombers from doing some damage, and streaked in from 2 a clock high. The bomber in the lead blew apart real nice, probably hit something vital, and attracted the attention of two fighters who swooped in behind him. He pulled a 180 degree spin and blasted the two apart as he flew past them. He stroked the trigger as the lock on trigger on his HUD flickered green, and sent a Photon missile forward, blowing apart the second bomber. The others caught up with the party, blowing the rest apart as he hunted whatever was hostile. In the end, it was zero casualties for Zulu Squadron, and dozens of kills for everyone in the squad, even the Green kid had almost ten kills. They trained em better and better. They would need it as they would soon be facing off with various better trained forces.
Department: Navy
Rank: Lieutenant Commander (O-4)
Name: Rax Rosetta
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 5ft 9in
Weight: 167lbs
Appearance:(Minus the Rifle)
Birth place: Nar Shaddaa
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 6
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: -3
Bio: Rax was born on Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler's Moon, to a down on his luck Gambler turned Swoop Bike Racer Zhang Rosetta and his wife, who worked as a waitress at an honest restraunt, Annie Rosetta. They lived in what was left of the slums of the period after the Jedi Civil War, and the Rosetta family had a long line of gambling, Swoop racing, and other illicit activities. He was home schooled when his Mom was not on the work shift, teaching him to read and write with some skill. Despite his lack luster education, Rax had a sharp wit and was street wise, making up for his lack of book smarts. At the age of six, he was part of his father's swoop team, carrying various parts in between races and helping 'tweak' opponents bikes. He enjoyed rigging the fuel lines of a Swoop Bike's engines to feed fuel in the wrong tube, causing a massive explosion and usually taking down several other riders who didn't move quick enough. Of course, this was frowned upon by officials that tried to control the races, and they decided that Zhang would have to die to make a point to the rest of the racers that rigging the odds was a no no. Rax was present when the hit men took down his father, blasted him at point blank, and shot his wife for good measure. They missed him though, he had hidden in a closet that had the perfect vantage point of the entire killing. Rax had been no stranger to death and violence, but this time it was personal. He was dead set on having revenge, but needed the money to do so, and he had the perfect plan to get that money.
At the age of twelve, he broke into the Swoop Bike circuits, using his father's old team to help keep him in the lead. He didn't rig the oppositions rides, instead just out raced them and saved his money not spent on staying ahead of the competition for when he could afford his plan. It took four years, and he learned the finer points of snap reflexes and being one step ahead of the game. That's why it took so long to gather the money he needed. He spent half on the information on those who killed his parents, learning the weak points in the defenses of the main building. He spent the other half on purchasing the services of several disgruntled Mandalorians who had been dishonored by the same people who killed his father. It took a year to organize, but finally the time for revenge was coming to its maturity.
Everything went as planned. Rax had his fathers DL-44 Heavy Blaster and the Mandalorians broke in the front and would do as much damage as they saw fit, he had given them no rules of engagement except to kill and cause as much chaos as possible, and leave the Ring Leader for him. He could barely scale the path he had chosen and was tired by the time he reached the top floor. By that time, the Mandalorians had blasted a path to the top floor and were in a heated battle with the veteran guards of the Ring Leader. This left the man alone in his office, clutching a hold out blaster in his shaky fist. He had never expected anything like this. It took a second to gather his breath, and he yelled the man's name. He turned, shocked to see the Rosetta boy still alive and ready for revenge, and raised his blaster. It blew apart from the first shot, the second took his leg out, and Rax walked forward easily, and planted his boot on his neck. After letting him choke for close to a minute, he stomped and shattered his neck. The Mandalorians busted in, and looked dispassionately at the dead Ring Leader. Mission Accomplished, and they left, honor avenged and some extra credits in their pockets. Rax would race for another year until he had enough credits to afford a shuttle off Nar Shaddaa. He sold his Swoop Racing gear, minus his goggles, paid the team enough to get off as well, and left without looking back.
Shortly after his 19th birthday, Rax ran into a fighter pilot from the Sith Empire. After spending a day chatting with the man, over several drinks, he was talked into enlisting as a pilot. His past as a Swoop Fighter and quick reflexes marked him as a instant success as a Dog Fighter, although he wouldn't be the best Bomber Pilot. After two years in a training academy, and managing to escape the brunt of the indoctrination, Rax left as a Ensign. He was tested against pirates that were attacking one of the shipping lanes of the Sith, and he led the fighter squad, after the Officer got blasted, to a decisive victory that shut down the operations in the area for a good period of time. For fast thinking and saving vital pilots from dying for a minor cause, his promotion, at the age of 22, skipped Lieutenant, Junior Grade and landed him as a Lieutenant. After serving for another four years he clawed up another rank, to Lieutenant Commander. Nothing overly eventful, minus the growing violence between the Republic, Mandalorians, and the Sith Empire, happened in the year after his promotion.
RP Sample: The Controller, as Rax personally called him, droned on, giving various squads launch orders and, for a few, alternate orders. Finally, the ordered Zulu Squadron, of which he was part of, to launch and hunt any hostile fighters. His wingman, a fresh faced kid barely out of his teens, couldn't have been much older than 21, checked in Green. When the Squad Leader called for each pilot to check in, he listened to the chatter.
"F-1, ready to rock."
"F-2, Ready to have some fun"
Rax shrugged in his harness as the rest sounded off until he was up, F-5, and sounded off before the green kid would.
"F-5 Green, let's get this over with."
They launched, and the Green kid was right behind him, a little close but not enough to be yelled at for. The mindless chatter was the other guys ways of preparing for the battle ahead, but Rax didn't participate in the chatter, he was coaching the kid on some basics that they didn't mention in the Academy.
"Alright Kid, listen up and you might live. One, never straighten out to line up a target, quick way to get wasted. Always move. Two, don't spray and pray. Short, controlled bursts. Three, listen to the rest of the Squad. They might warn ya if someone is on your six and you don't see em. Stick with me, do what I say, and you might pull out in one piece."
Suddenly, the lead fighter opened up in several bursts, and a pirate fighter lit up as it blew apart in the void. They broke off and began hunting targets. They were covering a bombing run, and he sighted a bomber. The kid, in all the excitement, sprinted his fighter after several others, breaking what he said not to do. It didn't matter, he worked better alone. The kid was still alive and probably would score a few kills, boost his ego, and everyone would be happy. He would stop the bombers from doing some damage, and streaked in from 2 a clock high. The bomber in the lead blew apart real nice, probably hit something vital, and attracted the attention of two fighters who swooped in behind him. He pulled a 180 degree spin and blasted the two apart as he flew past them. He stroked the trigger as the lock on trigger on his HUD flickered green, and sent a Photon missile forward, blowing apart the second bomber. The others caught up with the party, blowing the rest apart as he hunted whatever was hostile. In the end, it was zero casualties for Zulu Squadron, and dozens of kills for everyone in the squad, even the Green kid had almost ten kills. They trained em better and better. They would need it as they would soon be facing off with various better trained forces.
