Post by skaral on Mar 30, 2009 23:07:47 GMT -5
Faction: Republic
Department: Army
Rank: Second Lieutenant
Name: Jarka Sharkal
Race: Human
Age: 20
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 165 LBS
Appearance:
Jarka is fair skinned with very short black hair and green eyes. He has a hawk nose and thin lips. He is usually seen in standard Republic Light Infantry Armor and
Birth place: Coruscant
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 8
Weapon(Section Approved by Wolf):
M25e2 Blaster Rifle
-Woodland Camouflage
-Winter/Ice Camouflage
-Desert Camouflage
-Red Dot Sight
Alignment: +6
Bio:
Jarka Sharkal was born on Coruscant to a family with a very long military service to the Republic dating back before the Mandalorian Wars. His father had gone to the best military academy the Republic had and was a career military officer. When Jarka was born, his father had achieved the rank of Brigadier General and stayed that rank through the remainder of Jarka's childhood.
Jarka's father was absent much of his childhood and the two rarely spent much quality time. Jarka's father was a strict parent applying many tactics of boot camp to child rearing. Jarka was yelled at and often physically punished for his mistakes. This made a sort of resentment toward his father and a lingering fear of adult authority figures causing Jarka to follow ever whim of those he looked up to in the future as well as making him shy and timid.
Jarka was not sent to regular school, he was sent to military school from the time he could walk he was being brought up to serve the Republic until death. During his days in military school, he grew very apart from his absent family and became emotionally distant from a lack of home life. In military school, Jarka befriended a few other students, but he mostly did not talk to anyone. Many students resented and feared him for being quiet and emotionally blank most of the time.
When Jarka turned sixteen, he was taken as a cadet by one of the better Republic Officer Candidate Schools for the Republic Army. It was one of the happiest days for both himself and his father. The two started talking again and would often write to each other. Jarka began becoming less shy, but still remained timid and fiercely obeying to men authority figures.
During his years there, he received a tough regiment of basic training, combat training, tactics and battlefield mathematics. He was a fairly good student and by this time he ate, drank and dreamed the Military. He would see his father more frequently now and developed a fairly decent relationship with him and his father felt very proud that his son was becoming a fine officer.
During the rigorous combat training Jarka was given, he was taken under the wing of the rifleman instructors. Over the course of a year, he taught Jarka everything he knew about shooting and marksmanship. Jarka became quite the rifleman during his training, winning the Expert Rifleman's Badge, an award he has pinned to his dress uniform at all times.
Jarka eventually graduated the Officer Candidate School and was placed as Second Lieutenant with an infantry regiment, despite his father's attempts to sway him to do office work. (This was because the tensions with the Mandalorians and Sith were rising, and his father did not want to have his son go to war.)
RP Sample:
Jarka awoke early today, it was his class's first day on the firing range at the Officer Candidate School. The young cadet quickly freshened up and put on his training gear. The fifty pound pack, armor vest, utility belt and combat boots fit him nicely, placing on his helmet, he went to the assembly area. Once there, he saw he was one of the first cadets to arrive and sat down by himself and awaited the instructors to arrive.
Jarka fished through his training pack for a small nutrition bar after remembering he missed breakfast call. He found the metallic-wrapped bar and quickly opened it. The bar was flavorless and gummy, it was one of seven given to the cadets for survival training. The young cadet finished his nutrition bar just as the instructors and the rest of his class arrived. He stood up and got into line. He followed suit with the other cadets and held an attention stance. As the instructors saluted and the cadets saluted back, Jarka and the rest went into an at ease stance.
The instructors spoke briefly and lead the class to the firing range. They were all given M25e2 rifles locked on stun. They then took notes as they were given instructions on disassembling and reassembling the blaster rifles. Jarka worked quickly as the timer was set for the cadets to disassemble the rifles. He finished quickly, as second to finish. The cadets quickly used the cleaning equipment and cleaned their rifles.
After another lecture on safety, the cadets took positions at the firing stalls. Jarka shouldered his weapons as the order was sounded to fire on the targets. Jarka looked down the iron sights of the weapon and let off a few shots for the target's mid-section. Two shots hit the target and Jarka quickly aimed at the next target, this time aiming for its top where a red and white bulls-eye was printed. He fired two shots, one hit the direct middle of the target. A buzzer was sounded to finish and instructors came to each of the stalls.
A thin, aging Iridonian came to Jarka's stall. His name was Shista Faux.
"Excellent work cadet. But there is one problem here, you need to fire less shots at the targets. In combat, a rifleman must fire as few shots as possible at the enemy target. This conserves ammunition and leaves the rifleman with less visibility," said Instructor Faux.
"Yes, sir!" said Jarka.
The instructor stood back and watched Jarka as the next targets came up.
Department: Army
Rank: Second Lieutenant
Name: Jarka Sharkal
Race: Human
Age: 20
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 165 LBS
Appearance:
Jarka is fair skinned with very short black hair and green eyes. He has a hawk nose and thin lips. He is usually seen in standard Republic Light Infantry Armor and
Birth place: Coruscant
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 8
Weapon(Section Approved by Wolf):
M25e2 Blaster Rifle
-Woodland Camouflage
-Winter/Ice Camouflage
-Desert Camouflage
-Red Dot Sight
Alignment: +6
Bio:
Jarka Sharkal was born on Coruscant to a family with a very long military service to the Republic dating back before the Mandalorian Wars. His father had gone to the best military academy the Republic had and was a career military officer. When Jarka was born, his father had achieved the rank of Brigadier General and stayed that rank through the remainder of Jarka's childhood.
Jarka's father was absent much of his childhood and the two rarely spent much quality time. Jarka's father was a strict parent applying many tactics of boot camp to child rearing. Jarka was yelled at and often physically punished for his mistakes. This made a sort of resentment toward his father and a lingering fear of adult authority figures causing Jarka to follow ever whim of those he looked up to in the future as well as making him shy and timid.
Jarka was not sent to regular school, he was sent to military school from the time he could walk he was being brought up to serve the Republic until death. During his days in military school, he grew very apart from his absent family and became emotionally distant from a lack of home life. In military school, Jarka befriended a few other students, but he mostly did not talk to anyone. Many students resented and feared him for being quiet and emotionally blank most of the time.
When Jarka turned sixteen, he was taken as a cadet by one of the better Republic Officer Candidate Schools for the Republic Army. It was one of the happiest days for both himself and his father. The two started talking again and would often write to each other. Jarka began becoming less shy, but still remained timid and fiercely obeying to men authority figures.
During his years there, he received a tough regiment of basic training, combat training, tactics and battlefield mathematics. He was a fairly good student and by this time he ate, drank and dreamed the Military. He would see his father more frequently now and developed a fairly decent relationship with him and his father felt very proud that his son was becoming a fine officer.
During the rigorous combat training Jarka was given, he was taken under the wing of the rifleman instructors. Over the course of a year, he taught Jarka everything he knew about shooting and marksmanship. Jarka became quite the rifleman during his training, winning the Expert Rifleman's Badge, an award he has pinned to his dress uniform at all times.
Jarka eventually graduated the Officer Candidate School and was placed as Second Lieutenant with an infantry regiment, despite his father's attempts to sway him to do office work. (This was because the tensions with the Mandalorians and Sith were rising, and his father did not want to have his son go to war.)
RP Sample:
Jarka awoke early today, it was his class's first day on the firing range at the Officer Candidate School. The young cadet quickly freshened up and put on his training gear. The fifty pound pack, armor vest, utility belt and combat boots fit him nicely, placing on his helmet, he went to the assembly area. Once there, he saw he was one of the first cadets to arrive and sat down by himself and awaited the instructors to arrive.
Jarka fished through his training pack for a small nutrition bar after remembering he missed breakfast call. He found the metallic-wrapped bar and quickly opened it. The bar was flavorless and gummy, it was one of seven given to the cadets for survival training. The young cadet finished his nutrition bar just as the instructors and the rest of his class arrived. He stood up and got into line. He followed suit with the other cadets and held an attention stance. As the instructors saluted and the cadets saluted back, Jarka and the rest went into an at ease stance.
The instructors spoke briefly and lead the class to the firing range. They were all given M25e2 rifles locked on stun. They then took notes as they were given instructions on disassembling and reassembling the blaster rifles. Jarka worked quickly as the timer was set for the cadets to disassemble the rifles. He finished quickly, as second to finish. The cadets quickly used the cleaning equipment and cleaned their rifles.
After another lecture on safety, the cadets took positions at the firing stalls. Jarka shouldered his weapons as the order was sounded to fire on the targets. Jarka looked down the iron sights of the weapon and let off a few shots for the target's mid-section. Two shots hit the target and Jarka quickly aimed at the next target, this time aiming for its top where a red and white bulls-eye was printed. He fired two shots, one hit the direct middle of the target. A buzzer was sounded to finish and instructors came to each of the stalls.
A thin, aging Iridonian came to Jarka's stall. His name was Shista Faux.
"Excellent work cadet. But there is one problem here, you need to fire less shots at the targets. In combat, a rifleman must fire as few shots as possible at the enemy target. This conserves ammunition and leaves the rifleman with less visibility," said Instructor Faux.
"Yes, sir!" said Jarka.
The instructor stood back and watched Jarka as the next targets came up.
