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Stormtrooper classification: There are TONS to choose from. Just don't go overboard and pick, say, a seatrooper or something(Yes, they exist). Some excellent examples for this would be Scout Troopers, Shadow Troopers, and, ofcourse, the average Stormtrooper.

Designation: Most, if not all stormtroopers, are trained to forget the names given to them at birth. As such, this is your official, imperial designation, the like of which will nearly always be of a Numerical value.

Military Ranking: In the corps, this is usually denoted by a colored pauldron. Nothing too crazy; don't go making yourself some Grand Moff all of a sudden, or a full on commander without OOC consent.

Nickname: Of course, in the midst of combat, yelling out someone's full designation isn't very tactical. As such, in most divisions, many come up with a nickname for themselves, or each other. This nickname is very commonly just a shortened version of their designation, a play on their armor or weapon of choice, or simply something that alludes to their character.

Race/species: Though Xenophobic to some extent, the empire did, nonetheless, accept many intergalactic races into their ranks.

Planetary Origin: Where they originally hail from, before they joined up with the Imperial armed forces. Most soldiers herald from planets ruled by the Empire, but others have been known to travel into the Empire to join under their banner.

Gender: Self-explanatory.

Armor appearance: Since no doubt many will enjoy customizing their character, here is where you'll denote what kind of armor they don according to their classification, as well as what custom additions it possesses, whether it be extra bandoleers or haphazardly painted helmet flames.

Personality: Just a curt description pertaining to what they're like on and off the field of battle.

Appearance: What they look like beneath the (hopefully) menacing armor.

History: I'd honestly prefer this part to be brief. Is there really much to say? Most Stormtroopers share the same background, and most of the details of their lives are made known thanks to their race, or home planet. Treat this more so as an opportunity to discuss their strengths and weaknesses, maybe what they excelled at in the academy, and what they sucked at. If you really want to write something else, feel free, no one's stopping you, and it'll only further assist the storyline.

Notes: This part is basically optional. If there's anything you feel like mentioning about your soldier, whether it be some personal memento he carries or a pyrotechnic obsession with flame, do so here.

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Jump Trooper

ST417


Corporal (ST417 has seen a few firefights and battles, just enough to get himself a hasty promotion)


Saint (A result of both his designation and his status as a Jump Trooper who flies around)


Human


Coruscant

Stormtrooper classification: EVO trooper.

Designation: CT-138117.

Military Ranking: Specialist.



Nickname: Animal.

Race/species: Human.

Planetary Origin: A planet in the Unknown Regions by the name of Poland.

Gender: Male.

Personality: Black wolf. He's got an alpha personality. Meaning he's always in control of His situation. He could protect others but he doesn't see the point if he's not getting paid or if they're not actual family. "Friend" is just a word to cheer people up that aren't real friends. Life is still precious though and if he can do it best he will. He's a reliable guy just tends to look out for himself more than others.

Armor appearance: Standard stormtrooper armour. Helmet antenna. Yellow pauldron on right shoulder displaying more personalized training in rifles. Waist bandolier. Has a black mandalorian skull motif painted over his chest plate. E-11 Blaster with strap & stock. Knife.

Appearance: Has peach skin, brown mohawk (wears a pink bandana underneath helmet to keep hair from falling in front of eyes), soulpatch. Average built of a soldier. 6"0. 165lbs.

History: Comes from a planet on the Outter Rim where the climate is mainly snowstorms. Made it his own way to the Empire. Joined the corps.

Notes: He has a Mandalorian wife he met on his way to the Empire (which took 4years). He didn't want to forge his own armor so he joined the Stormtrooper Corps. So he could acquire his own armor- his own warrior way.

Stormtrooper classification: Death Trooper

Designation: DZ-157

Military Ranking: Lieutenant

Nickname: Grim

Race/species: Human

Planetary Origin: Unknown

Gender: Male

Armor appearance: Small white skull imprinted on shoulder pauldrons. Other than that, he sports the standard jet-black Deathtrooper armor.

Personality: Doesn't matter if it's on or off the battlefield, he is gruff and to the point. He's here for one thing: Killing in service of the Empire

Appearance: TBD. (lazy explanation for now: No one who has seen his face in the past 5 years still live :p)

History: 'Grim' remembers nothing of his past life, and for the better he says. Keeps him focused on the present, the task at hand. After spending several years as a basic stormtrooper, one thing became very apparent to his superiors- he was great at eliminating targets with lethal precision. After one particularly effective mission, in which he scored 33 confirmed kills, he was upgraded into the ranks of the Death troopers, where he has served faithfully for nearly 10 years now. His one glaring weakness is a lack of teamwork and leadership skills- when he is placed in command of a squad, not many usually make it back alive, but the job is always done, and that is his priority.

Notes: Nothing now, may edit something in later.

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Nickname. Dio
Gender. Male
Military Ranking. Private
Race / species. Mirialan
Planetary Origin. MirialHe wears the standard stormtrooper armour, with a bronze pauldron on his right shoulder. There're a few simple geometric patterns imprinted onto the arm plates, but otherwise, there's nothing else he's changed.
When it comes to first impressions, Dio usually comes off as somewhat cold and indifferent. Once he warms up to someone, he begrudgingly begins to soften up, but not by much; it's difficult to completely gain his trust. In contrast, the Mirialan tends to be a pushover when confronted, preferring to avoid disputes with colleagues. He's also quite the optimist, and typically sees situations in a more positive light.

Because of his experience at the academy ( and with the Galactic Empire in general ), he's rather ashamed of his alien ancestry, and thinks of humans as the superior species.
Olive skin, dark hair, blue eyes; Dio's physical appearance is that of your average Mirialan, if somewhat bland and forgettable. He still has a few tattoos on his face and hands from back on Mirial, but there haven't been any new additions since he took off to join the Imperial Army. Because of his species, he prefers to keep his armour on much as possible as to avoid potentially nasty reactions from some of his more xenophobic colleagues.
During his years at the academy, Dio discovered that he had a knack for patching up wounds and keeping a level head under pressure ( two factors that ultimately influenced him in becoming a stormsurgeon ). Following orders to the letter was another one of his strengths.

Dio's biggest downfall was his habit of avoiding confrontation with peers and competition in general; he never really gave anything his all, and constantly settled for mediocrity. The only thing he excelled at and actually gave his full effort in was his training to become a stormsurgeon. He also found it difficult to work outside of a group despite his somewhat aloof personality, becoming flustered when left to his own devices and without orders. He was also a bit of a thrill seeker, although that part of him's been toned down since then.

Stormtrooper classification: Scout Trooper.

Designation: MK219.

Military Ranking: Private/new recruit.

Nickname: Mark (as in the thing you shoot at, and a longer version of MK).

Race/species: Human.

Planetary Origin: Coruscant.

Gender: Male.

Armor appearance: Vanilla, but has access to “stickers” that matches the environment on planets for future missions.


Appearance: Like most people who have gone through the Imperial war machine and come out the other end alive Mark is a strong and durable soldier, and it shows on how his body is built and how he walks.
He is still an young lad, and hasn’t gotten too far in the rugged beard-growing yet, and quite frankly suffers badly from “baby face” without it. This is why he tends to keep his helmet on as much as he can even if it is ok to take it off.

Personality: Mark is a pretty quiet guy, he likes being alone or in a small crew with good, trusted people. In a larger crowd he's prone to go completely silent and gravitate towards the outer side of the group.

History: Mark was “recruited” as a little boy, accompanied by at least a hundred others. He used to have a family and a name, but after a few months of training, using only the designation he’d been given, he forgot most of it.
Training was hard, ruthless. Those who couldn’t keep up might as well be shot, officership was only for the best and the special corps? Forget it, you had to be some kind of a genius to get accepted to that. Mark made a name for himself as a fast and durable soldier with a few skills that would suit him better as a specialised unit rather than the one-size-fits-all-Stormtroopers.

Notes: Mark has good eyes and proved himself to be pretty good at sneaking, climbing and swimming, stuff you need to become a good scout.

Storm trooper classification: Scout Trooper

Designation: LXS-00975

Military Ranking: Corporal. White Pauldrons.

Nickname: Cutter, named after his old gang on Taris

Race/species: Human

Planetary Origin: Taris

Gender: Male

Armour appearance: Standard Scout trooper Light armour, Black body suit with white composite armour plates and helmet.

For scout troopers there isn't much armour to paint. But what he does have is usually brushed and painted to suit whatever the environment of the planet he is posted to. So it varies from assignment to assignment. Ideally his purpose is to remain undetected so painting his armour bright yellow or blue in say, a heavily forested and primarily green environment would only serve to draw unwanted attention to his person. Which would probably heighten his chances of being killed.

The only distinctive mark on his armour is a black painted serrated knife on his left shoulder. A token from his days running with the Cutters back on Taris.

Personality: One has to earn his respect, Cutter cares little for what deeds people say you did, even less for what deeds you yourself claim to have performed. He has no time or attention for those who try to assume command without proving they deserve it.

Earning his respect requires one to prove to him that you have skill and ability. He views politeness and manners as pointless. And his speech is often blunt and too the point. Unsurprisingly he also dislikes it when people try to use flowery language or speak a paragraph when a single sentence would do just fine.

One of the fastest ways to earn his respect is to fight him. One on one, with nothing but fists and personal endurance. If you manage to beat him you might even gain a friend.

Appearance: Young, in his mid-late twenties. Greyish skin from a life lived with little access to sunlight. His head is completely shaven, head and chin, but his five oclock shadow is more like a two o'clock shadow and is pretty thick after a couple days.

He has harsh but not totally unhandsome features. Square jaw and high cheeks. But overall his mannerism more closely resemble a rough bar brawler than a suave ladies man.

He does have a deep red tattoo on the left side of his face that goes from his chin, sprawls over his cheek and covers one eye. On the other side of his face is a black tattoo of a knife, similar to the one of his armour down the side of his neck.

History:

Cutter spent his entire adolescent life in the lower levels of the sprawling planet-city of Taris. Most of that was spent running with one of the smaller gangs, The Cutters. Joining a gang was something many young Tarisians did. It was viewed as one of the only ways to survive in the slums of the lower city. And the gangs usually did well in the way of feeding their members and giving them a sense of purpose and community.

The Cutters controlled his neighbourhood growing up as well as a few other blocks. Small time mostly but there were far worse gangs that he could have worked for. They cared about the people under their direct control for the most part. Distributing food and medicine if possible to the neighbourhood blocks. This made them popular, even if the merchants still grumbled about the cost of their 'protection' taxes.

In the end it didn't matter. The cutters territory was invaded and overrun by a rival gang following weeks of vicious fighting. The Cutters were all decimated by the conflict. Becoming just another one of the many gangs that rise or fall on a weekly basis.

What led to taking refuge within the ranks of the Empire was that same rival gang that took down the cutters leadership and took over its territory was also having it's members round up any known Cutters in the neighbourhoods. Dragging them out into public to be executed or tortured in an effort to quell the new populace into submission and kill any thoughts of rebellion before they could be raised.

Refuge within the Imperial army was the easiest and fastest way to escape such a fate. Because as vicious as gang rivalries could be. There was no way any gang would be so stupid as to attack an Imperial recruiting base.

The Empire was smart in knowing that many people who were raised in this environment would flock for the chance at a different life. One that didn't seem so bleak and pointless and could only promise a violent end. At least enlisting with the Empire meant that the chance of a violent end also came with the opportunity to experience life outside of a Tarisian slum. To see at least a part of the wider galaxy. The Empire played on those peoples depression and otherwise existential existence. Cutter was simply one of many young Tarisians who fled their old lives. Luckily the Imperial recruiters on taris were willing to overlook little details like criminal records and murder charges. If they didn't, and actually tried to filter out everyone who ever committed a crime they would never find recruits on Taris anyway.

Of course the Empire didn't gain nothing. Recruits plucked from the lower slums of Taris were ripe candidates for soldiers. They were already toughed from a hard life, accustomed to many hardships like surviving a few days without food or taking a beating and pushing through the pain. Many of them thought very little of authority figures who simply demanded obedience because they wore a few pips on their collar. The main problem was that these people also tended to be undisciplined and easily prone to fits of anger. Solving problems with their fists was the most common way to settle disagreements for many of them. As it was all their lives back on their home world. Finer arts like diplomacy are lost on street gangers.

Which posed an additional problem. Getting many of them to forget their past lives and affiliations. Years of gang violence and loss of friends thereof. Hardened many recruits against each other from the get go. Old wounds were inevitably opened from being forced to live and sleep beside the man who killed your best friend. Entire riot squads have to be put on alert just to stop the fights from being an hourly occurrence during the first few weeks of training.

Cutter's experience in this regard was no exception. There were a few other recruits who recognized his face during training. Some of whom new that his old gang was beaten down and dissolved. It forced him to be extra paranoid and careful during his training weeks. He was able to find and band together with a few other run away ex-cutters like himself. Who fled to the Empire to escape being hunted down and killed like rats. This gave him some limited protection but him and his colleagues were still always outnumbered and thus always watching their backs.

During his initial training he was selected as a candidate for alternate duties and purposing. Namely to serve in a recon and advanced scouting capacity. A role he proved well suited for. While less disciplined than a other recruits from other corners of the galaxy. He did not lack for patience. Nor was he inept at his duties. If anything he excelled when given the opportunity to be away from the standard parade square drills and strict rank and file of the common trooper. Being a scout trooper had him alone or in a small group for potentially weeks on end. Seperated from command structure and not having to follow some of the more ridiculous protocols and deportment standards required of rank and file Imperial stormtroopers.

Notes: Cutter's strength as a scout in in heavily urbanized areas. He has an excellent sense of direction, even when underground and things like claustrophobia or fears of darkness and chronic lack of sunlight for potentially weeks on end mean nothing to him.

He can perform all the other functions expected of a scout trooper in whatever environment is necessary. Though some would be more naturally comfortable than others.

Stormtrooper classification: 91st recon

Designation: CT-0

Military Ranking: lieutenant

Nickname: Sharp (sharpshooter)

Race/species: Anomid

Planetary Origin: Yablari system

Gender: Male.

Armor appearance: Basic 91st recon outfit(not regular clone helmet refer to picture.), SOME bandoliers, a light saber(inactive read notes) hooked to his side. Along with an over sized sniper rifle strapped to his back.

Personality: Outlandish, quite, but attaches easily to things and people.

Appearance: Grey hair and blue eyes concurrent with most Anomid.

History: His physique is slightly smaller, in that he could not do physical combat well. On this his scores in that field were lacking, so to make up for this he became the top shooter in his class. This was not an easy accomplishment but it molded his way into the 91st becoming its lead sniper. Taking cover from afar and informing the team on concurrent enemy status is how he has gotten by.

Notes: This explains the saber. He carries it to avenge his long dead sister killed by its former wielder...

Stormtrooper classification: Imperial Heavy Trooper

Designation: ID-2076

Military Ranking: In the corps, this is usually denoted by a colored pauldron. Nothing too crazy; don't go making yourself some Grand Moff all of a sudden, or a full on commander without OOC consent.

Nickname: Di

Race/species: Human

Planetary Origin: -

Gender: Male

Armor appearance: Heavy Troopers wear more durable armor than regular stormtroopers, which provides them a limited level of protection against lightsabers. The armor is completely self-contained and comes with its own air supply, allowing them to operate in most hostile environments. The joints of the armor have integrated servos which give Heavy Troopers artificially increased strength and speed. Since that* mission, all the colorations in his armor were painted black. You can tell he is battle-forged just by looking at his armor suit, all the years of fighting engraved on it.

Personality: Easygoing and sociable when off-duty, ruthless and a nightmare while wearing the uniform.

Appearance: 2 stripes of dark grey hair cut very short line his head in the middle, distanced symmetrically, starting from the back of his head forward. His eyes are sharp, emotionless and have a dark grey color. He has a craggy face with strong jaws and a short trimmed circle beard. A lightsaber scar is visible ranging from his left eye to beyond his left ear, a little into the back of his head.

History: He was brought in to serve the Empire when he was 9 years old. His training was hard and rigorous, testing his mental and physical capabilities to the limit. With hard training and good genetics his body muscle grew exponentially, also achieving a height of 178 cm at age 15. Besides him being in peak physical condition, he was also noted for quick thinking, exemplary show of loyalty towards higher ups and putting his mission above all. Even in team trials or versus matches in the academy, he never even took a second glance at his fallen comrades, he was always in the vanguard, being the first to charge and bait the enemies to focus him giving his comrades a chance to kill. In other times he charged forward, getting in close while his teammates covered him, giving him a chance to take things to close quarters where he had the advantage. Noting all these traits they decided to list him as a potential candidate on being an Imperial Heavy Trooper in the Stormtrooper Corps. So he was taken aside from the other cadets and trained separately with a selected other group of individuals. This training was harsher and unforgiving. By the end of all that, only he and a few others were given the honor of serving the Empire as a full fledged Imperial Heavy Trooper.

After leaving the academy he was sent on different missions throughout different contested worlds. He was charged with dealing against large and/or difficult to kill enemies. In many of those worlds he encountered "Jedi" in battle. He mostly used cheap tactics to get the upper hand, using surprise as a battle winning factors. That and the fact that he had the help of multiple squadrons backing him up while he fought in the front lines. In one particular mission he was sent to eradicate a group of Jedis hiding in an uninhabited densely forested planet. It was briefed that they were training young future force users and Di's mission along with 9 other Imperial Heavy Troopers was to engage them, distracting them while another group acquired the younglings. If this mission failed then they had orders to kill the younglings, "better than being in the enemies hands" as they put it. As he was fighting, the Jedi knocked his helmet off and nearly missed killing him, instead only injuring his left eye and ear, both organs lost, scarred to this day. Luckily the Jedi was forced to retreat as more back up arrived and the fire power became too much for the force user to deflect or dodge. Di was taken back by a medic and patched up, made aware that his left eye and hearing were lost. After taking just a few moments to regain his balance, he got his electrostaff and went to check on the younglings, deciding that it was the best course of action taking into consideration his wounds. When he approached the residence where the younglings were supposed to be, he saw multiple dead bodies, dozens of the Empire's forces laying motionless on the ground and a clocked figure limping in the distance, heading towards a hole in the ground, surely towards where the younglings were hidden. Di activated a timed grenade, throwing it to explode a few feet before hitting the target. As the grenade flew towards the target, just as he expected, the Jedi used the force to stop it mid air. No sooner than it stopped, the grenade exploded knocking the clocked figure back, slamming it through a tree. It turned out to be a young girl as Di approached her unconscious body and took a closer look at her features. He then turned his head towards the hole, whimpers could be heard coming from inside it and just as he was about to approach it he was suddenly lifted up then abruptly slammed down, creaks on the ground formed around his body at the place of impact. If it wasn't for his extra hardened armor and physical enhancements, he would have certainly blacked out if not worst, but none the less Di pretended to be unconscious. As the Jedi shifted his attention from him to the other unconscious force user, Di quietly retrieved a grenade and threw it in the underground hideout. The children quickly reacted to it and the Jedi, sensing the presence of the danger, used his force powers to quickly lift it up and away from the younglings. Di used his opportunity and got up in a flash, his electrostaff in his hand, hitting the Jedi in the sheen, making him lose focus, the grenade falling again into the hideout. With barely enough time to react, Di raised his electrostaff to defend against the lightsaber attack, as soon as they made contact the lightsaber short-circuited. Without the saber even shutting off completely, the Jedi kicked the trooper hard in the stomach, sending him flying off the ground tens of meters away until it reduced to a slide then a stop, the trooper laying there, unable to move. When the Jedi's attention finally returned to the hideout and the grenade danger, it was already too late. The last things he heard were screams then an explosion, the hideout shortly collapsing afterward, burrying the horrific tragedy that just occurred. Di could hear the explosion, the anger fueled scream then silence... He tried to call for back up but the comm device wasn't functioning. Suddenly all the trees around him were blown aside, leveling the area where he was standing, also knocking him further back, slamming him towards a cut trunk in a seating position, his head and back leaning on the trunk. He could barely keep track of what was happening at this point, too exhausted and wounded. The pain was hard to NOT keep track off as he could feel every inch of his body aching and throbbing as blood trickled out from his armor suit. A force lifted his body, a force choke focused on his throat, blocking his respiratory system and gradually causing the trooper's vision to fade. Well, he fulfilled the mission.. He couldn't help but meakly smile at the fact that his last thoughts were about the mission, the greatness of the Empire. NO, why couldn't he have something for himself? Something personal to remember on his dying moment..ANYTHING. Anger sparked inside him at the realization of the empty life that he had. If only he had made different choices.. Too late now, this was where the journey ended for ID-2076..or so he thought. As his body was levitating towards the angry Jedi with a lightsaber in hand, Troopers approached from the woods, their white silhouettes could be seen running towards the open area they were in. As it completely faded to black, Di saw shots fired towards the Jedi's back, coming from all side.

He woke up in the medical chambers aboard the starship from which he embarked from at the start of the mission. He saw the medical droid looking through his health data, finally determining that he was fit enough to presume daily life without medical assistance it approached the drawer, picked up and presented his off-duty cloths to him. It also added :"How is your left eye and ear functioning?". Surprised by this at first, Di quickly remembered what had happened and of the Medic Trooper informing him of how the left eye and ear were beyond repair. The droid briefly explained that they were replaced by enhanced cybernetic replicas of the original also adding that the higher ups had requested him to present himself before them with a detailed verbal report of the mission as soon as he was to wake up. After dressing the trooper went on to present his report. First he was congratulated on the successful mission. Every force user on that planet was eradicated. As Di explained the details he was cut off mid sentence saying that there was no female Jedi on that planet. When the trooper was about to insist otherwise, his superior added that multiple scouting groups were dispatched to search the area for any survivors and no one had left the planet either. This was passed as mild confusion after being slammed into the ground.. although that happened after* he saw her... Di finished explaining the mission details then left with a salute. What awaited him now, only time will tell.

Stormtrooper classification: Navy Commando

Designation: CR-089

Military Ranking: Private

Nickname: Cro (Pronounced "Crow")

Race/species: Human

Planetary Origin: Nar Shaddaa

Gender: Male

Armor appearance: Black pauldron. He has modified his left pauldron to be able to attach a bird beak style decoration that also functions as additional armor. Otherwise, what it looks like in the above image.

Personality: Cynical, snarky, and sometimes downright rude. He has a quip for every occasion, even if it might be viewed as a 'bad time' for jokes by some. He is very level headed and doesn't often let his emotions cloud his judgment, both in and out of combat. And he can usually be considered a pretty relaxed person.

He feels awkward expressing deep emotions, especially when trying to convey his care for friends/loved ones. Cro can also sometimes be quite self-detrimental, though first impressions might make it seem as if it's the exact opposite if you were to take his joking egotistical statements to heart.

Appearance: His raven black hair is cut short, falling just to the bottom of his earlobes. Sharp green colored eyes, accompanied by a sharp - if a little average - face. He is 6'2 and somewhat lankier than his comrades, though he is still completely fit and combat-ready.

History: He was born on Nar Shaddaa, and raised by the lowlives and thugs that inhabit it. With no parents he can remember, he lived in the alleyways and tucked away corners of the Smuggler's Moon. His only goals in life while he lived there were to find his next meal - and maybe a nice sleeping spot if he were lucky. But as both of these thins got increasingly rare, he came across a holo-flier of the esteemed Imperial Stormtrooper Corp. Cro didn't particularly want to risk his life in the Imperial Army, but he hadn't really developed many skills other than robbing & stealing, and both of those things were getting increasingly dangerous as he grew older.

With not much choice he submitted an application into the Imperial Army, and it was accepted sometime later. Having done surprisingly well in the test, he was appointed as an Imperial Navy Commando; a special forces subdivision of the Stormtrooper Corp specializing in what was essential guard duty of various Imperial facilities across the galaxy. Cro was quite happy with his position, he didn't have to charge out onto the front lines, and it was enough to put food in his belly.

He specialized in patrol, surveillance, and even a bit of AT-ST piloting