Post by Tor Skirata on Dec 15, 2009 5:12:41 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorian Military
Department: Special Forces/ Navy
Rank: Captain (Spec Force rank)/ Lieutenant-Commander (Naval Rank)
Name: Tor Skirata
Race: Epicanthix
Age: 26
Height: 7'1"
Weight: 250 lbs
Appearance: tall, musuclar, dark haired, blue eyed. Very fit form. Scar the cuts through his right eyebrow and extends at an angle away from his right eye below.
Birth place: Concord Dawn
Skills: Marksmanship, Naval Tactics, Piloting, Melee Combat, Stealth
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 8
Alignment: 0
Bio:
Tor was born on Concord Dawn to Epicanthix Mandalorians of Clan Skirata 26 years before its capture by Mandalorians. From an early age he was raised in the Mandalorian culture, learning how to shoot from his father and learning how to use a beskad. In his early years, his parents made him do quite a bit of farming and physical training. Tor resented being made to farm, feeling for quite a long time that it was beneath a warrior to be the one making crops. However, over time, as his father constantly tried to explain to him the reasons for it, he began to understand and accept that a true warrior must be able to take care of himself without support from any others. That meant that he had to be able to farm, cook, fight, repair his own armour and heal his own wounds.
As Tor reached 10, he began to gain the strength enough to begin more advance training such as wearing armour and wielding the beskad in simple exercises. He also began to learn how to shoot and would go on hunting trips with his father. While on these trips, he would often shoot as well as most of the men, except for his father who was one of the best marksmen on the planet. As he turned 13, Tor was put through the verd'goten. In his case, it turned out to be an obstacle course with some of the deadlier species on Concord Dawn inside it. Using his skills with the beskad and with a rifle, Tor was able to pass the trials, though he did receive several deep wounds to his leg and one of the animals shattered his faceplate, causing a shard to cut a deep wound across his right eye. While doctors were able to save the eye, a vivid scar remained.
After passing the trials, Tor continued to train with the beskad and learn marksmanship with his father. He also began to learn rudimentary medical skills, although he found much of it boring and was not the best student. He found great interest in the forging of beskar, Mandalorian Iron. He spent much of his free time either in the forge, watching forgers turn beskar into armour or beskads, or in the fields, stalking creatures. As he grew older, he learned how to stalk these creatures virtually silently.
When Tor was 19 years old, he left home and entered the Military Academy on Carida. In the first year he trained in the Special Forces branch at the Academy. However, he soon grew bored with it, aceing every marksmanship and stealth test. He switched into the Navy stream and began to learn how to pilot ships and command large vessels. This interested him greatly but the Special Forces side still called to him so while he took his regular courses in the Navy stream, he was allowed to take Special Forces training on the side. While this made him very busy, he was not a very social person and had few friends anyways. He wasn't too concerned about it, because he did not really plan on joining the Republic Military after he graduated.
After 5 years of courses in navigation, piloting, Naval tactics as well as Special Forces training, Tor graduated one of the top in his class. However, he chose not to accept a commision in the Republic Armed Forces. Instead, he went to Mandalore where h worked in the Beskar mines for some time, quietly siphoning off small amounts each day. Eventually, after several months of working there, he had acquired enough to build his own beskad and suit of armour.
Tor returned to Concord Dawn and paid one of the forgers to help him build his armour. Tor decided to forge his own beskad and so for almost a week straight he stayed in the forge, sweating and hammering away at the blade. He stopped only for water and food, and even then he ate little and only drank because the forger made him. He became so focused on that task that he would stay up half the night and then collapse exhausted into a bed in the forge. Finally, after a week of forging, he had finished his very own beskad. A few weeks later, the forger had also finished his armour. Tor decided to paint his armour silver and green. Silver because he liked the look of it when contrasted with green. Green because his father had taught him about duty to his family and clan came above all else.
After working for several months on his father's farm, the Karatos forces began to fight for the liberation of their planet. Mandalore had reportedly fallen and a new Mandalore had risen. Tor was elated and joined the forces marching on the main Republic base. However, due to his marksman skills, he was stationed on one of the hills as a sniper. While he managed to kill several Republic soldiers, the battle was too fierce and close for him to have many chances at eliminating soldiers. After Concord Dawn was liberated, Tor enlisted in the Mandalorian military and offered his skills as both as ship commander, though untested, and a marksman.
RP Sample:
Alarms began to go off as the shields took another hit.
"Captain, we won't be able to take many more hits like that! The shields are going to fail if we do!"
Tor looked over at one of the other cadets, hearing the slight edge of panic in his voice. Sneering inside his head, but not allowing it to be physically seen, he responded,
"Very well, pull us out of the range of their guns. Where are the damage crews in terms of repairing the shields?"
When nobody gave him an answer, Tor grimaced. He expected better from cadets that were on track to command starships. However, he would make do with what he had. Today was a simulation of a Thranta-class warship against a Sith Oppressor Battlecruiser. Tor knew his ship was outclassed, but he had charged into the fray with his fighter complement attacking hard at the enemy vessel while his ship moved straight in the teeth of the enemy's attack.
For a few moments, the enemy ship had faltered, as if its crew was surprised by the tactics. His fighters managed to take out one of its shield generators and so Tor had concentrated on the portion of the ship that had no shield. That part of the ship now lay in ruins, with sparks flickering throughout the exposed corridors.
However, the enemy had quickly recovered and now his ship was being battered hard. He knew they couldn't take much more of this and so had decided to pull back to give his engineers time to repair the shields. But the enemy ship kept him in range and there wasn't much he could do about it. Several Sith fighters had taken out one of his engines because he sent in most of his fighters to attack their ship. He knew it had been a risky decision but with the stronger firepower and superior shields of the other ship, he had to try something unexpected.
As one of his shields went down, alarms began to ring throughout the ship. Seeing that many of his weapons were offline, Tor looked over to his navigation officer.
"Set us on a collision course with the Sith vessel. Once you have done that, everyone abandon ship."
As the nav officer set in the course, he stood up and the bridge crew in the simulation left. Tor was left alone on the bridge of ship as the Sith cruiser loomed ever larger in the screen. Even though Tor knew this was a simulation, it still felt very real, with simulated damage to the bridge, smoke and turbulence from turbolaser hits. A small knot of fear grew within him but he pushed it down. If his ship was going to die, he would take some of those Sith scum with him. As the ships were about to collide, Tor gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as the viewscreen went a brilliant white.
Then everything went black. For several moments, Tor sat in complete darkness before the lights slowly came back on and the officer in charge of the simulation spoke,
"Cadet Skirata, report to the simulation briefing room. Now!"
The officer did not sound happy but Tor didn't care. He knew he had made some mistakes, but given how outclassed their ship was, he didn't have many options. He would not run, that was not who he was and it was not an option for him usually. So, knowing that he faired well, he made his way to the briefing room to see what the officer had to say about his performance.
Kylah
Department: Special Forces/ Navy
Rank: Captain (Spec Force rank)/ Lieutenant-Commander (Naval Rank)
Name: Tor Skirata
Race: Epicanthix
Age: 26
Height: 7'1"
Weight: 250 lbs
Appearance: tall, musuclar, dark haired, blue eyed. Very fit form. Scar the cuts through his right eyebrow and extends at an angle away from his right eye below.
Birth place: Concord Dawn
Skills: Marksmanship, Naval Tactics, Piloting, Melee Combat, Stealth
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 8
Alignment: 0
Bio:
Tor was born on Concord Dawn to Epicanthix Mandalorians of Clan Skirata 26 years before its capture by Mandalorians. From an early age he was raised in the Mandalorian culture, learning how to shoot from his father and learning how to use a beskad. In his early years, his parents made him do quite a bit of farming and physical training. Tor resented being made to farm, feeling for quite a long time that it was beneath a warrior to be the one making crops. However, over time, as his father constantly tried to explain to him the reasons for it, he began to understand and accept that a true warrior must be able to take care of himself without support from any others. That meant that he had to be able to farm, cook, fight, repair his own armour and heal his own wounds.
As Tor reached 10, he began to gain the strength enough to begin more advance training such as wearing armour and wielding the beskad in simple exercises. He also began to learn how to shoot and would go on hunting trips with his father. While on these trips, he would often shoot as well as most of the men, except for his father who was one of the best marksmen on the planet. As he turned 13, Tor was put through the verd'goten. In his case, it turned out to be an obstacle course with some of the deadlier species on Concord Dawn inside it. Using his skills with the beskad and with a rifle, Tor was able to pass the trials, though he did receive several deep wounds to his leg and one of the animals shattered his faceplate, causing a shard to cut a deep wound across his right eye. While doctors were able to save the eye, a vivid scar remained.
After passing the trials, Tor continued to train with the beskad and learn marksmanship with his father. He also began to learn rudimentary medical skills, although he found much of it boring and was not the best student. He found great interest in the forging of beskar, Mandalorian Iron. He spent much of his free time either in the forge, watching forgers turn beskar into armour or beskads, or in the fields, stalking creatures. As he grew older, he learned how to stalk these creatures virtually silently.
When Tor was 19 years old, he left home and entered the Military Academy on Carida. In the first year he trained in the Special Forces branch at the Academy. However, he soon grew bored with it, aceing every marksmanship and stealth test. He switched into the Navy stream and began to learn how to pilot ships and command large vessels. This interested him greatly but the Special Forces side still called to him so while he took his regular courses in the Navy stream, he was allowed to take Special Forces training on the side. While this made him very busy, he was not a very social person and had few friends anyways. He wasn't too concerned about it, because he did not really plan on joining the Republic Military after he graduated.
After 5 years of courses in navigation, piloting, Naval tactics as well as Special Forces training, Tor graduated one of the top in his class. However, he chose not to accept a commision in the Republic Armed Forces. Instead, he went to Mandalore where h worked in the Beskar mines for some time, quietly siphoning off small amounts each day. Eventually, after several months of working there, he had acquired enough to build his own beskad and suit of armour.
Tor returned to Concord Dawn and paid one of the forgers to help him build his armour. Tor decided to forge his own beskad and so for almost a week straight he stayed in the forge, sweating and hammering away at the blade. He stopped only for water and food, and even then he ate little and only drank because the forger made him. He became so focused on that task that he would stay up half the night and then collapse exhausted into a bed in the forge. Finally, after a week of forging, he had finished his very own beskad. A few weeks later, the forger had also finished his armour. Tor decided to paint his armour silver and green. Silver because he liked the look of it when contrasted with green. Green because his father had taught him about duty to his family and clan came above all else.
After working for several months on his father's farm, the Karatos forces began to fight for the liberation of their planet. Mandalore had reportedly fallen and a new Mandalore had risen. Tor was elated and joined the forces marching on the main Republic base. However, due to his marksman skills, he was stationed on one of the hills as a sniper. While he managed to kill several Republic soldiers, the battle was too fierce and close for him to have many chances at eliminating soldiers. After Concord Dawn was liberated, Tor enlisted in the Mandalorian military and offered his skills as both as ship commander, though untested, and a marksman.
RP Sample:
Alarms began to go off as the shields took another hit.
"Captain, we won't be able to take many more hits like that! The shields are going to fail if we do!"
Tor looked over at one of the other cadets, hearing the slight edge of panic in his voice. Sneering inside his head, but not allowing it to be physically seen, he responded,
"Very well, pull us out of the range of their guns. Where are the damage crews in terms of repairing the shields?"
When nobody gave him an answer, Tor grimaced. He expected better from cadets that were on track to command starships. However, he would make do with what he had. Today was a simulation of a Thranta-class warship against a Sith Oppressor Battlecruiser. Tor knew his ship was outclassed, but he had charged into the fray with his fighter complement attacking hard at the enemy vessel while his ship moved straight in the teeth of the enemy's attack.
For a few moments, the enemy ship had faltered, as if its crew was surprised by the tactics. His fighters managed to take out one of its shield generators and so Tor had concentrated on the portion of the ship that had no shield. That part of the ship now lay in ruins, with sparks flickering throughout the exposed corridors.
However, the enemy had quickly recovered and now his ship was being battered hard. He knew they couldn't take much more of this and so had decided to pull back to give his engineers time to repair the shields. But the enemy ship kept him in range and there wasn't much he could do about it. Several Sith fighters had taken out one of his engines because he sent in most of his fighters to attack their ship. He knew it had been a risky decision but with the stronger firepower and superior shields of the other ship, he had to try something unexpected.
As one of his shields went down, alarms began to ring throughout the ship. Seeing that many of his weapons were offline, Tor looked over to his navigation officer.
"Set us on a collision course with the Sith vessel. Once you have done that, everyone abandon ship."
As the nav officer set in the course, he stood up and the bridge crew in the simulation left. Tor was left alone on the bridge of ship as the Sith cruiser loomed ever larger in the screen. Even though Tor knew this was a simulation, it still felt very real, with simulated damage to the bridge, smoke and turbulence from turbolaser hits. A small knot of fear grew within him but he pushed it down. If his ship was going to die, he would take some of those Sith scum with him. As the ships were about to collide, Tor gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as the viewscreen went a brilliant white.
Then everything went black. For several moments, Tor sat in complete darkness before the lights slowly came back on and the officer in charge of the simulation spoke,
"Cadet Skirata, report to the simulation briefing room. Now!"
The officer did not sound happy but Tor didn't care. He knew he had made some mistakes, but given how outclassed their ship was, he didn't have many options. He would not run, that was not who he was and it was not an option for him usually. So, knowing that he faired well, he made his way to the briefing room to see what the officer had to say about his performance.
Kylah
