Post by Hunter on Jun 9, 2010 16:20:57 GMT -5
((ok for the planet thing I did read the rule… please read my BIO before passing judgment on me?))
Faction: Republic Military
Department: Navy
Rank:1st lieutenant
Name:Hunter Kahr
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height:6’4
Weight:215
Birth place: Kashyyyk/ Rwookrrorro
Appearance: Lt. Kahr is well known for standing out in a crowd because of his appearance, hes tall as far as humans go standing at 6’4 with an athletic build showing he keeps himself in good physical shape. He has black hair he keeps short, within military standards. His eyes are a bright green and stand out in contrast to his hair.
He rarely wears personal clothing he wears his work uniform most of the time or his dress uniform when he’s on ship and not working.
Personality:Hunter is well liked and easy to get along with hes quick to joke and usually has a smile on his face, he only gets serious when he’s “behind the stick,’ on a mission and even then hes usually the one to keep things as light as possible
Skills:
Accomplished pilot mechanic and space navigator
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 4
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: +5
Bio:
Hunters life didn’t exactly go the way it was planned
Hunter was born to ambassador and Mrs.Kahr on the planet of Kashyyyk, the wookie homeworld. Hunters father was the ambassador to the Republic and was stationed on the planet at the time of his birth with the mission of working with the wookie tribe chiefs in an attempt to establish a comminallity with the tribes and purhaps attempt to bring the wookie people into the republic fold. he lived there until his new son turned five when the moved back to there homeworld of Coruscant.
While his work on the planet was, in the end, fruitless, during his time on the planet the ambassador became enamored with the wookie people, there intelligence, integrity and life style strongly appealed to the man, as Hunter grew, his father did his best to instill this way of life into his son.
Once Hunter began going to school on Coruscant it was difficult for him to make friends, mostly because of the fact that he was the son of a prominent political official, unlike most political children he went to a public school, his father believed that he should have as average a childhood as possible just like he did. But being an unaverage person in an average place is difficult to do… even more difficult when you have a body guard following your every move. other kids in his school made a habbit to avoid him thinking -incorrectly- he thought himself above them, for his first few years he had a difficult time making friends.
As hunter grew to become a teenager it became easier for him to become sociable with his classmates, he found that by being funny and spontaneous, they could look past his highbrow home life and like him for who he was. even as he grew older he never lost that want to have the limelight so people wouldn’t judge him.
On his 18th birthday Hunter was accepted into the navel academy his father, now a senator, had a few strings pulled to make sure his transition to the school went smoothly. Hunters future was always to follow in his fathers footsteps and go into politics. He would graduate from the academy, spend a few years on a battleship as a comms. or nav. Officer. Then once his time was up use it as a platform to become a politician. But little did his father know, the futures never set in stone.
One time, one time in the pilots seat of a starfighter was all it took. Hunter became hooked. All thoughts of political statutes were thrown from his mind, he would spend hours upon hours in the flight simulators, learning battle tactics, studying past conflicts were fighters were the key to victory. He obsessed over fighters learning everything he could about them. His want more than anything in the universe, was to take command of his own squadron.
After graduating with honors from the academy his father found out that his son had opted to join, not a starship, but to the fighter wing, he became furious, telling his son that he was jeopardizing his political future. Hunter told his father he had no plans to HAVE a political future and that his place was in a fighter. Shortly after the argument his father cut any funds he was sending his son, they haven’t spoken since.
So now here we stand, a young man, fresh from the academy and starting out in this new military life, eager to prove himself to his superiors, and perhaps the universe entirely.
Password: Kylah
RP Sample:
*ONE MONTH PRIOR TO GRADUATION
“Longshots, Longshot lead check in” Hunter had to admit he hated not being able to say that, he had scored slightly lower on the exams than the current squadron leader so he had to settle for the number two slot, a fact anyone who knew him well enough could tell you really burned him up. He did his best to look past it and concentrate on the job at hand listening as the squadron went through the roll call “Longshot three check” “longshot fours 5 by 5” “longshot five checking in” “long shot six check” finally hunter tapped his comm. Open “longshot two checking in, squad is present and accounted four.” He tapped it off again and sighed speaking to himself now “not like we wouldn’t be since this is just an exercise.” Longshot lead, call signed “ripper” came back over the comm. “excellent the “Geezers” reporting green as well and enroute, she’ll be with us momentarily, back to comm. Silence” Hunter let out a groan there was no need for comm. Silence, that was just rip getting to into the game, that’s all this was really, a game.
It was actually there final exam. A war game, conducted planned and executed entirely by the graduating class. There “enemy” was the underclassmen slated to graduate the following year. Both teams were placed in deeper space somewhere a short lightspeed jump from Coruscant. It was actually pretty simple both teams were given one cruiser, a destroyer class starship and a few dozen starfighters and a few miscellaneous ships, like the “Geezer” an out of date scanning ship. Whichever team “destroyed” the enemy cruiser within the one standered week time limit won. The instructors, while present, do nothing to assist either team and act as judges assessing over all tact during the games.
It was day two of the war games and he had only gotten out of his cockpit once. The Longshots were tasked with long-range reconnaissance and patrolling. During the patrol they were ordered to escort the “Geezer” back from its recon trip where we believed out enemy to be. Of course coming back with it also meant hot chow a sanisteam and a few hours in the rack... not exactly unappealing.
A few minutes after the check in the “Geezer” came up on the Longshots scopes Hunter smiled as the eldership became a dot to his naked eye, another hour or so and he could finally get a hot meal and a few hours sleep.
Hunter reached for his comm. And was about to announce the obvious when he heard the tell tale “ping” from his scope readout, he frowned and glanced down at the read out, there were a several other ships just at the edge of the screen… the “Geezer” was being followed. Hunter hit his comm. “two all callsigns, im reopening comm. traffic, tell me im not the only one seeing this.” The female flying three answered him first “negative two ive got it too… I count four right now, how could a scan ship not pick up on that?” Rip came up next “they must have been just out of our range and picked up “Geezer” coming in… single formation… well link up with “geeze” then handle them when they get close.” Hunter frowned hitting his comm.. “say again one, single formation? Should we break down?” it was never a good idea to fly into what could be a fight in one big group it made them a larger target and restricted there ability to maneuver ripper came back over the comm. With a hint of smug authority. “Negative two we have a numerical advantage.” Hunter rolled his eyes “there barley on scope there’s a chance there are more of them.” Rip came through again “that’s unlikely and this isn’t a discussion two.” Hunter held back a retort and took his place at rips wing as they came up to the old ship, he listened to rip tell the ships captain that they were going to investigate the other ships… then ordered five and six to escort the ship back to base Hunter closed his eyes and took a deep breath… he had a bad feeling about this.
“ping” he didn’t open his eyes figuring that if he didn’t look then he didn’t actually hear it, it almost worked until three’s voice came over the channel. “three all callsigns, uh, now have ten possible contacts bearing on our heading… and closing fast" rip came on the comm. Again his voice a slightly higher pitch this time “alright umm longshots, break standard formation and turn about take a defensive posture around ‘Geezer’. Hunter slapped his comm. “one say again? You want us to turn our back on a larger enemy force. That’s insane lead” there was a pause then rips voice appeared again “right… umm... two… do… you want to take this one?” there was a hint of desperation in his voice, rip was a good guy, probably make a good intel officer, but a fighter pilot, he was not.
“copy ripper take my wing. Three contact five and six, tell them to come back then get a hold of ‘geeze’, she has long range comms. Tell them to contact command and get another squadron this way, were going to need back up” three came back “on it… lead” Hunter could hear the smile on her voice when she said that, she knew she was in good hands.
Hunter accelerated to attack speed the plan forming as he went “all call signs break off to wings three you hold back and wait for five and six the rest of us will come at them from the sides three when four and five catch up swing wide around the fight and hit them from the flank… they wont expect us to have a numbers swing.” Three clicked her comm. Letting him know she heard him and he noticed her ship slow out of his field of view.
The fight went beautifully. While the younger pilots had him outnumbered, he and his pilots had skill on there side. He rolled and dodged taking a few pop shots and attracting as much attention as he could. The young pilots to engaged in the fight never saw the other three ships coming. Three and her groups first pass took two ships out completely and decommissioned another three. Hunter took two out himself, poor rip was blown away but managed to take another ship with him. Im a matter of minutes the fight was over hunter reformed his ships and was about to make his way back towards the cruiser when another voice came over the comm. “longshots this is instructor Tam. Congratulations on winning the first engagement in the games over all grade 85% points lost for leader change and loss of a fighter… Mr. Kahr… good job. The voice clicked out without another word hunter grinned to himself “one all callsigns, lets toss Ripper a life line and head home shall we?”
Faction: Republic Military
Department: Navy
Rank:1st lieutenant
Name:Hunter Kahr
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height:6’4
Weight:215
Birth place: Kashyyyk/ Rwookrrorro
Appearance: Lt. Kahr is well known for standing out in a crowd because of his appearance, hes tall as far as humans go standing at 6’4 with an athletic build showing he keeps himself in good physical shape. He has black hair he keeps short, within military standards. His eyes are a bright green and stand out in contrast to his hair.
He rarely wears personal clothing he wears his work uniform most of the time or his dress uniform when he’s on ship and not working.
Personality:Hunter is well liked and easy to get along with hes quick to joke and usually has a smile on his face, he only gets serious when he’s “behind the stick,’ on a mission and even then hes usually the one to keep things as light as possible
Skills:
Accomplished pilot mechanic and space navigator
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 4
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: +5
Bio:
Hunters life didn’t exactly go the way it was planned
Hunter was born to ambassador and Mrs.Kahr on the planet of Kashyyyk, the wookie homeworld. Hunters father was the ambassador to the Republic and was stationed on the planet at the time of his birth with the mission of working with the wookie tribe chiefs in an attempt to establish a comminallity with the tribes and purhaps attempt to bring the wookie people into the republic fold. he lived there until his new son turned five when the moved back to there homeworld of Coruscant.
While his work on the planet was, in the end, fruitless, during his time on the planet the ambassador became enamored with the wookie people, there intelligence, integrity and life style strongly appealed to the man, as Hunter grew, his father did his best to instill this way of life into his son.
Once Hunter began going to school on Coruscant it was difficult for him to make friends, mostly because of the fact that he was the son of a prominent political official, unlike most political children he went to a public school, his father believed that he should have as average a childhood as possible just like he did. But being an unaverage person in an average place is difficult to do… even more difficult when you have a body guard following your every move. other kids in his school made a habbit to avoid him thinking -incorrectly- he thought himself above them, for his first few years he had a difficult time making friends.
As hunter grew to become a teenager it became easier for him to become sociable with his classmates, he found that by being funny and spontaneous, they could look past his highbrow home life and like him for who he was. even as he grew older he never lost that want to have the limelight so people wouldn’t judge him.
On his 18th birthday Hunter was accepted into the navel academy his father, now a senator, had a few strings pulled to make sure his transition to the school went smoothly. Hunters future was always to follow in his fathers footsteps and go into politics. He would graduate from the academy, spend a few years on a battleship as a comms. or nav. Officer. Then once his time was up use it as a platform to become a politician. But little did his father know, the futures never set in stone.
One time, one time in the pilots seat of a starfighter was all it took. Hunter became hooked. All thoughts of political statutes were thrown from his mind, he would spend hours upon hours in the flight simulators, learning battle tactics, studying past conflicts were fighters were the key to victory. He obsessed over fighters learning everything he could about them. His want more than anything in the universe, was to take command of his own squadron.
After graduating with honors from the academy his father found out that his son had opted to join, not a starship, but to the fighter wing, he became furious, telling his son that he was jeopardizing his political future. Hunter told his father he had no plans to HAVE a political future and that his place was in a fighter. Shortly after the argument his father cut any funds he was sending his son, they haven’t spoken since.
So now here we stand, a young man, fresh from the academy and starting out in this new military life, eager to prove himself to his superiors, and perhaps the universe entirely.
Password: Kylah
RP Sample:
*ONE MONTH PRIOR TO GRADUATION
“Longshots, Longshot lead check in” Hunter had to admit he hated not being able to say that, he had scored slightly lower on the exams than the current squadron leader so he had to settle for the number two slot, a fact anyone who knew him well enough could tell you really burned him up. He did his best to look past it and concentrate on the job at hand listening as the squadron went through the roll call “Longshot three check” “longshot fours 5 by 5” “longshot five checking in” “long shot six check” finally hunter tapped his comm. Open “longshot two checking in, squad is present and accounted four.” He tapped it off again and sighed speaking to himself now “not like we wouldn’t be since this is just an exercise.” Longshot lead, call signed “ripper” came back over the comm. “excellent the “Geezers” reporting green as well and enroute, she’ll be with us momentarily, back to comm. Silence” Hunter let out a groan there was no need for comm. Silence, that was just rip getting to into the game, that’s all this was really, a game.
It was actually there final exam. A war game, conducted planned and executed entirely by the graduating class. There “enemy” was the underclassmen slated to graduate the following year. Both teams were placed in deeper space somewhere a short lightspeed jump from Coruscant. It was actually pretty simple both teams were given one cruiser, a destroyer class starship and a few dozen starfighters and a few miscellaneous ships, like the “Geezer” an out of date scanning ship. Whichever team “destroyed” the enemy cruiser within the one standered week time limit won. The instructors, while present, do nothing to assist either team and act as judges assessing over all tact during the games.
It was day two of the war games and he had only gotten out of his cockpit once. The Longshots were tasked with long-range reconnaissance and patrolling. During the patrol they were ordered to escort the “Geezer” back from its recon trip where we believed out enemy to be. Of course coming back with it also meant hot chow a sanisteam and a few hours in the rack... not exactly unappealing.
A few minutes after the check in the “Geezer” came up on the Longshots scopes Hunter smiled as the eldership became a dot to his naked eye, another hour or so and he could finally get a hot meal and a few hours sleep.
Hunter reached for his comm. And was about to announce the obvious when he heard the tell tale “ping” from his scope readout, he frowned and glanced down at the read out, there were a several other ships just at the edge of the screen… the “Geezer” was being followed. Hunter hit his comm. “two all callsigns, im reopening comm. traffic, tell me im not the only one seeing this.” The female flying three answered him first “negative two ive got it too… I count four right now, how could a scan ship not pick up on that?” Rip came up next “they must have been just out of our range and picked up “Geezer” coming in… single formation… well link up with “geeze” then handle them when they get close.” Hunter frowned hitting his comm.. “say again one, single formation? Should we break down?” it was never a good idea to fly into what could be a fight in one big group it made them a larger target and restricted there ability to maneuver ripper came back over the comm. With a hint of smug authority. “Negative two we have a numerical advantage.” Hunter rolled his eyes “there barley on scope there’s a chance there are more of them.” Rip came through again “that’s unlikely and this isn’t a discussion two.” Hunter held back a retort and took his place at rips wing as they came up to the old ship, he listened to rip tell the ships captain that they were going to investigate the other ships… then ordered five and six to escort the ship back to base Hunter closed his eyes and took a deep breath… he had a bad feeling about this.
“ping” he didn’t open his eyes figuring that if he didn’t look then he didn’t actually hear it, it almost worked until three’s voice came over the channel. “three all callsigns, uh, now have ten possible contacts bearing on our heading… and closing fast" rip came on the comm. Again his voice a slightly higher pitch this time “alright umm longshots, break standard formation and turn about take a defensive posture around ‘Geezer’. Hunter slapped his comm. “one say again? You want us to turn our back on a larger enemy force. That’s insane lead” there was a pause then rips voice appeared again “right… umm... two… do… you want to take this one?” there was a hint of desperation in his voice, rip was a good guy, probably make a good intel officer, but a fighter pilot, he was not.
“copy ripper take my wing. Three contact five and six, tell them to come back then get a hold of ‘geeze’, she has long range comms. Tell them to contact command and get another squadron this way, were going to need back up” three came back “on it… lead” Hunter could hear the smile on her voice when she said that, she knew she was in good hands.
Hunter accelerated to attack speed the plan forming as he went “all call signs break off to wings three you hold back and wait for five and six the rest of us will come at them from the sides three when four and five catch up swing wide around the fight and hit them from the flank… they wont expect us to have a numbers swing.” Three clicked her comm. Letting him know she heard him and he noticed her ship slow out of his field of view.
The fight went beautifully. While the younger pilots had him outnumbered, he and his pilots had skill on there side. He rolled and dodged taking a few pop shots and attracting as much attention as he could. The young pilots to engaged in the fight never saw the other three ships coming. Three and her groups first pass took two ships out completely and decommissioned another three. Hunter took two out himself, poor rip was blown away but managed to take another ship with him. Im a matter of minutes the fight was over hunter reformed his ships and was about to make his way back towards the cruiser when another voice came over the comm. “longshots this is instructor Tam. Congratulations on winning the first engagement in the games over all grade 85% points lost for leader change and loss of a fighter… Mr. Kahr… good job. The voice clicked out without another word hunter grinned to himself “one all callsigns, lets toss Ripper a life line and head home shall we?”
and B. i want to be able to reference them and make it part of his personality later 
