Post by Xander on Oct 16, 2009 11:46:02 GMT -5
Faction: Sith
Department: Army
Rank: Corporal
Name: Dessaire Vecklire
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 5"10.7
Weight: 124lbs
Appearance:
Dessaire is a decent looking man, he is well built, with muscles and the sort. He has ragged black hair, which looms closely to his eyes. His eyes a Hazel, which set beneath his bushy eyebrows. He wears the standard sith heavy armour, which is bright red, the adorns the deep black conservative, built to attack the thick heavy plates to eachother.
Birth place: Coruscant
Skills:
He is a very collective person, good with blaster rifle, and is a brilliant builder/repair guy.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 3
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: -4
Bio:
RP Sample:
Exploration RP; On A Sith Ship
Dessaire stood solemly, staring at the ground, transfixed witn the thought of battle. He wanted so badly to gain a higher rank, even if it meant by force, but for now he waited patiently. The sounds of footsteps pattered behind him, as he stood in the cockpit, standing in front of the window revealing a lifeless void. "Corporal Vecklire, I believe you've suceeded in finding the traitors?" His Captain asked, he seemed to be in a modd as it was, his tone was more grumpy than usual. Dessaire spun round slowly, revealing a chestful of red armour plate. "Of course sir, all targets pinpointed. Blueprints are checked Sir" Dessaire smiled lightly to his Captain.
The Captain stood silent for a momment, at first examining Dessaire thoroughly, and then examining the empty void ahead of him. "Get systems prepped troopers, Corporal Vecklire, your orders are to flank the enemy, and infiltrate their transport. Understood?" The Captain commanded, he was always the bossy type. Dessaire saluted and marched ahead towards the shuttles, he heard the buzzing of the machines prossesing the information given. Dessaire nodded towards the fellow trooopers, ecspecially the higher type.
Battle RP
Dessaire spun the shuttle into an angle, avoiding all the blaster bolts fired at it, he quickly looked up the see any main docking points. There was one, but it was a decent ammount of miles away, he neeeded to avaid the blaster cannons and reach the docks. Dessaire anylised his mind, almost looking distraught, but he began to look for an answer. Too late. Action needed to be took; He swerved the angle of the shuttle to the right, the bottom of the shuttle grinding along the huge vessel. He felt the blaster bolts off the cannon's react with the shuttle.
He began to dock in, feeling the breath of the heat behind him rub against his neck. He managed to clamber out of the shuttle, his eyes blurred from the smoke that persisted to generate through the heat of his ship. He pulled out his custom made blaster rifle, holding it close to his chest. He crouched down, hunching his back, and stealthily making it towards nearby crates.
Dessaire pulled out a Syringe with kolto liquid within it. He jabbed it easily into his leg, and stood a little. Seeing around the sides of the crates he spotted the Sith traitor in a window up above. Dessaire moved across the metal surface, taking his tome to cover it. He lifted his blaster rifle up, peering through the scope constantly. He had his chance; The target was peering down to the chaos through the window. Dessaire took a shot, he pulled the trigger, and let it fire.
The window broke as the blaster bolt sped through it, and the screams of the target as it burmed through his skin, burning into his brain killing him instantly. Dessaire stood up, he spotted the traitor's soldiers, Dessaire ran through the area he came from, and jumped into one of their starships. He sped off quickly, cutting through the galaxy.
Department: Army
Rank: Corporal
Name: Dessaire Vecklire
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 5"10.7
Weight: 124lbs
Appearance:
Dessaire is a decent looking man, he is well built, with muscles and the sort. He has ragged black hair, which looms closely to his eyes. His eyes a Hazel, which set beneath his bushy eyebrows. He wears the standard sith heavy armour, which is bright red, the adorns the deep black conservative, built to attack the thick heavy plates to eachother.
Birth place: Coruscant
Skills:
He is a very collective person, good with blaster rifle, and is a brilliant builder/repair guy.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 3
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: -4
Bio:
RP Sample:
Exploration RP; On A Sith Ship
Dessaire stood solemly, staring at the ground, transfixed witn the thought of battle. He wanted so badly to gain a higher rank, even if it meant by force, but for now he waited patiently. The sounds of footsteps pattered behind him, as he stood in the cockpit, standing in front of the window revealing a lifeless void. "Corporal Vecklire, I believe you've suceeded in finding the traitors?" His Captain asked, he seemed to be in a modd as it was, his tone was more grumpy than usual. Dessaire spun round slowly, revealing a chestful of red armour plate. "Of course sir, all targets pinpointed. Blueprints are checked Sir" Dessaire smiled lightly to his Captain.
The Captain stood silent for a momment, at first examining Dessaire thoroughly, and then examining the empty void ahead of him. "Get systems prepped troopers, Corporal Vecklire, your orders are to flank the enemy, and infiltrate their transport. Understood?" The Captain commanded, he was always the bossy type. Dessaire saluted and marched ahead towards the shuttles, he heard the buzzing of the machines prossesing the information given. Dessaire nodded towards the fellow trooopers, ecspecially the higher type.
Battle RP
Dessaire spun the shuttle into an angle, avoiding all the blaster bolts fired at it, he quickly looked up the see any main docking points. There was one, but it was a decent ammount of miles away, he neeeded to avaid the blaster cannons and reach the docks. Dessaire anylised his mind, almost looking distraught, but he began to look for an answer. Too late. Action needed to be took; He swerved the angle of the shuttle to the right, the bottom of the shuttle grinding along the huge vessel. He felt the blaster bolts off the cannon's react with the shuttle.
He began to dock in, feeling the breath of the heat behind him rub against his neck. He managed to clamber out of the shuttle, his eyes blurred from the smoke that persisted to generate through the heat of his ship. He pulled out his custom made blaster rifle, holding it close to his chest. He crouched down, hunching his back, and stealthily making it towards nearby crates.
Dessaire pulled out a Syringe with kolto liquid within it. He jabbed it easily into his leg, and stood a little. Seeing around the sides of the crates he spotted the Sith traitor in a window up above. Dessaire moved across the metal surface, taking his tome to cover it. He lifted his blaster rifle up, peering through the scope constantly. He had his chance; The target was peering down to the chaos through the window. Dessaire took a shot, he pulled the trigger, and let it fire.
The window broke as the blaster bolt sped through it, and the screams of the target as it burmed through his skin, burning into his brain killing him instantly. Dessaire stood up, he spotted the traitor's soldiers, Dessaire ran through the area he came from, and jumped into one of their starships. He sped off quickly, cutting through the galaxy.
