Post by Vipervertical on Dec 30, 2008 22:57:28 GMT -5
Faction: Sith Empire
Department: Navy
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Name: Palo Lonaria
Race: Mon Calamari
Age: 24
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 179 lb
Appearance: His skin is a reddish, almost brown color. He usually wears the uniform of his position as a technical officer, a gray military jacket. He carries a hidden blaster, resistant to scans, in his right boot.
Birth place: Dac
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 9
Speed: 7
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: -3
Bio:
Palo always knew he was a genius. In the first year of school he had scored at the top of the pack, of the entirety of Dac. He was smarter than anybody else, and he knew it. He was the lead designer at Dac’s most secretive shipyard by the age of 17. And he was good at it.
He came up with many of the ideas now in use by the Republic, such as the MC/GR -Whaladon Class Flagship and the MCS-KC-FB among other things. Unfortunately, many of his designs were deemed classified, so he never got the recognition he deserved.
But Palo grew bored quickly at his post. There were no challenges in his job, and so when he ran into somebody claiming that they could show him something far more important than Dac, he gladly accepted. He took his unused vacation time of the past 3 years and went with the strange person.
He was taken to the Sith Empire, where he was offered a position in the military of the Empire. He gladly accepted, looking for a challenge. He was assigned as a spy and sent to Dac to gather Intel on the shipyards, which he did by returning to his old post, ostensibly because his “vacation time” was over, though he had one week left. He did not go to work alone; he was assigned an accomplice, an imbecile, as far as Palo was concerned.
They worked together for about 2 years, Palo doing most of the work until his partner was discovered and was subsequently executed. He worked alone for a few months, which he preferred, until his partners replacement showed up.
Palo's new teammate seemed just like the last one, at least at first. He explained all about the prototype ship they were making, exasperated when she asked questions -which wasn't often- until she pointed something out that he overlooked in his calculations.
At first he didn't believe it, how could he make a mistake? Eventually he had to concede. It was a small mistake, but if left unchecked it could have resulted in the ship's explosion when the ship jumped to hyperspace.
With his newfound knowledge of his ally's inteligence, he found himself feeling something he had never felt for anybody -besides himself- before, respect. He respected Larika.
The time was fast approaching for their plan to come to fruitation. They had to be prepared, the MC20 was almost complete.
RP Sample:
CLICK! “Perfect!” Palo muttered, in Mon Calamarian, as the Sniper Rifle clicked together completely. He began to take it back apart, slowly, making sure it was in perfect condition. He took all 27 pieces and hid them in separate locations throughout his room. He then walked over to his alarm clock which promptly went off. BEEP! It was one hour before dawn here on Dac. He turned off the alarm clock before it could beep again.
He walked outside, dressed as any one of the other techs working in the shipyard, he knew that he was far more important than any of the others at this shipyard, well maybe not as much as Larika. Larika. He smiled inwardly as he thought of the only other person in the whole shipyard who could have any hope of matching his intellect. He passed closed doors, the alarms blaring inside most of them. The alarms were remotely set by the company, to make sure all of the workers awoke with an hour to spare before work began. Everybody else was just now waking up, ‘slackers,’ he thought to himself.
He paused as he passed Larika’s room, the alarm was already shut off, the door was shut. He continued, millions of thoughts raced through his head: ‘When are we getting off of this stupid planet?’ ‘Will the MC20 be complete for our masters when the time comes?’ ‘Will we be caught today?’ He quickly assuaged his lesser worries, and continued towards the working area.
The door opened, he paused for a moment as he looked at the unfinished ship waiting inside: the MC20. He glanced down at his datapad, it just needed a few more adjustments. He walked along the walkway towards the tech room, 3 rooms down. He almost let his startle show when he saw who was inside, “Larika,” he said quietly.
She looked engrossed in work and didn’t notice him come in. He smiled inwardly and wandered to his area, and promptly began to slice into the system, 'Fools,' he thought to himself, 'like their meager security systems will keep me out. He immediately began downloading restricted data about all the ships built, fixed, or being built at the shipyard to his datapad.
Department: Navy
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Name: Palo Lonaria
Race: Mon Calamari
Age: 24
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 179 lb
Appearance: His skin is a reddish, almost brown color. He usually wears the uniform of his position as a technical officer, a gray military jacket. He carries a hidden blaster, resistant to scans, in his right boot.
Birth place: Dac
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 9
Speed: 7
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: -3
Bio:
CHILDHOOD
Palo always knew he was a genius. In the first year of school he had scored at the top of the pack, of the entirety of Dac. He was smarter than anybody else, and he knew it. He was the lead designer at Dac’s most secretive shipyard by the age of 17. And he was good at it.
He came up with many of the ideas now in use by the Republic, such as the MC/GR -Whaladon Class Flagship and the MCS-KC-FB among other things. Unfortunately, many of his designs were deemed classified, so he never got the recognition he deserved.
But Palo grew bored quickly at his post. There were no challenges in his job, and so when he ran into somebody claiming that they could show him something far more important than Dac, he gladly accepted. He took his unused vacation time of the past 3 years and went with the strange person.
SITH SPY
He was taken to the Sith Empire, where he was offered a position in the military of the Empire. He gladly accepted, looking for a challenge. He was assigned as a spy and sent to Dac to gather Intel on the shipyards, which he did by returning to his old post, ostensibly because his “vacation time” was over, though he had one week left. He did not go to work alone; he was assigned an accomplice, an imbecile, as far as Palo was concerned.
They worked together for about 2 years, Palo doing most of the work until his partner was discovered and was subsequently executed. He worked alone for a few months, which he preferred, until his partners replacement showed up.
LARIKA
Palo's new teammate seemed just like the last one, at least at first. He explained all about the prototype ship they were making, exasperated when she asked questions -which wasn't often- until she pointed something out that he overlooked in his calculations.
At first he didn't believe it, how could he make a mistake? Eventually he had to concede. It was a small mistake, but if left unchecked it could have resulted in the ship's explosion when the ship jumped to hyperspace.
With his newfound knowledge of his ally's inteligence, he found himself feeling something he had never felt for anybody -besides himself- before, respect. He respected Larika.
The time was fast approaching for their plan to come to fruitation. They had to be prepared, the MC20 was almost complete.
RP Sample:
CLICK! “Perfect!” Palo muttered, in Mon Calamarian, as the Sniper Rifle clicked together completely. He began to take it back apart, slowly, making sure it was in perfect condition. He took all 27 pieces and hid them in separate locations throughout his room. He then walked over to his alarm clock which promptly went off. BEEP! It was one hour before dawn here on Dac. He turned off the alarm clock before it could beep again.
He walked outside, dressed as any one of the other techs working in the shipyard, he knew that he was far more important than any of the others at this shipyard, well maybe not as much as Larika. Larika. He smiled inwardly as he thought of the only other person in the whole shipyard who could have any hope of matching his intellect. He passed closed doors, the alarms blaring inside most of them. The alarms were remotely set by the company, to make sure all of the workers awoke with an hour to spare before work began. Everybody else was just now waking up, ‘slackers,’ he thought to himself.
He paused as he passed Larika’s room, the alarm was already shut off, the door was shut. He continued, millions of thoughts raced through his head: ‘When are we getting off of this stupid planet?’ ‘Will the MC20 be complete for our masters when the time comes?’ ‘Will we be caught today?’ He quickly assuaged his lesser worries, and continued towards the working area.
The door opened, he paused for a moment as he looked at the unfinished ship waiting inside: the MC20. He glanced down at his datapad, it just needed a few more adjustments. He walked along the walkway towards the tech room, 3 rooms down. He almost let his startle show when he saw who was inside, “Larika,” he said quietly.
She looked engrossed in work and didn’t notice him come in. He smiled inwardly and wandered to his area, and promptly began to slice into the system, 'Fools,' he thought to himself, 'like their meager security systems will keep me out. He immediately began downloading restricted data about all the ships built, fixed, or being built at the shipyard to his datapad.
