Name: Arianna (Ari)

Age: 24

Force Focused: Yes

Race: Zeltron

Appearance:


Arianna is slightly taller than the average Zeltron and sports an athletic build. Her wavey purple hair rests at the small of her back and sticks out in contrast to her pale pink skin. She also sports an intricate black marking on her torso that is often mistaken for a tattoo at first, but is simply the scar tissue left from a punishment she received as a child.

Specialization: Force Utilization in aspects of healing, mobility enhancement and mind manipulation. Often covers her normal sabers and throwing sabers with force lightning and utilizes a blaster when necessary.

Saber Style: Ataru and Niman

Bio: Taken by the Sith by the age of six, Arianna was put through rigorous and deadly training alongside many other children. Out of those that were grabbed, she only really seemed to connect with two of them, both boys one to two years older than her. When one of the boys was forced to ingest drugs, Arianna stayed by him and did her best to help him through the forced changes he was undoubtedly going through. Considering they were never shown any mercy, she found herself constantly making sure that the other two were ok and well taken care of should anything happen to them, and that was what she would do even though she was aware the closeness she shared with the two of them was forbidden.

As they grew closer, Arianna took on the role of looking after Maegr once they forced the drugs on him, only to get caught around the age of nine. Due to the Sith's unwillingness to allow attachment, the young girl was brought to one of the many punishment rooms kicking and screaming for someone to help her. Of course, no help came and the more she screamed and cried for help, the rougher she was handled until she was strapped down to a table. Eyes wide, she watched as an Apprentice was brought in, his lightsaber within his hold, and she was awake for every excruciating feel of the saber burning her flesh as she was carved, the smell of burning flesh permeating the
air.

When all was said and done, she was deposited outside of the room, her torso burned badly, the skin permanently dark.

Equipment:
Black pants, dark cloak, armored crop top, a Red and a Purple lightsaber, throwing sabers, DC-11 Starforged sniper rifle, blaster

Name:
Ansgar Staudinger

Age:
28

Appearance:




Race:
Lorrdian (Near-Human)

Role:
Stormtrooper Commando

Bio:
Unlike the three Sith, Ansgar was not taken by the Sith, for he lacked any sort of connection to the force. Indeed, one might be impressed by the utter lack of connection he has to the force. Indeed, his midi-chlorian count was considered abnormally low for an average near-human. Yet it seemed to not affect his health, merely causing him to pass under the Sith radar and be raised by his family, both his parents retired mercenaries. So it was hardly surprising such an upbringing would lead him to conflict, however, the betrayal ridden mercenary sector, as Ansgar saw it, held no interest in the mind's eye of the young Lorrdian. What did resonate in his mind's eye, however, was a battle he had spied upon, mercenaries from his parent's former company squaring off with strange, black clad armored figures. The figures decimated the mercenaries, their tactics and equipment trumping the mercenaries at every turn.

At the age of ten, Ansgar ran from home, stowing away on the transport that the small cadre of the black clad troopers were using. Unsurprisingly, he was found several days into the return trip, having stolen rations and the missing foodstuffs becoming noticed. The troopers could have executed him, but the resourcefullness and vicious fight he put up when cornered and, fearing death, lashed out changed their minds. Instead, they offered him a choice. Enlist with their cadre, and go through the long, drawn out, and perilous training regiment, or be dropped off into who knows where. The young Ansgar really had no choice, after all, choosing to be molded at the Trooper Academy instead of likely die off somewhere. So, upon arrival at a place that, for the longest time, Ansgar had no idea the name or location of, he was carted off to the Academy.

Being both an outsider to the other trainees, and being a Lorrdian instead of true human created rather hefty boundries for Ansgar. However, playing the ability to read the most minute of physical cues to his advantage in the close quarters drilling, whilst surging ahead, applying himself in mind, body and soul to the tasks put before him. After all, failure was a death sentence, so fail he would not. The long ten years covered various topics, from piloting and technical skills to close quarter combat and marksmanship. Indeed, if he had not applied himself and excelled from the hard work, he would have been out of the Academy sooner, as a rank and file trooper vice anything else. Yet, the dedication earned him the chance at being a Commando, tacking on additional years of advanced combat training and conditioning to carry the heavier kits that sometimes were required, as well as surpass anything regular troopers could manage on their own.

Shortly before his 20th birthday, Ansgar graduated from the Academy as one of a few newly minted Commandos. As such, his first assignment was to a group of sith, alongside more experienced Commandos for a mission against a Jedi holding. Through the mission, Ansgar would claim several Jedi knight's lives, through either dumb luck or hidden talent, utilizing the Oppressor Flamethrower no one else in the squad wanted and foisted off on the new guy. However, the most notable deed was the one Sith, focused on keeping her own compatriot from getting too far off his rocker, some rage drugs was the whispered rumors among the Commandos, had been ambushed by a Sentinel. Rather than risk the flamethrower, Ansgar literally tackled the Sentinel in a bullrush, causing him to drop the saber and turned the tables on the Sentinel before he could properly call on the force.

Such an action, blatant disregard for Ansgar's own well being aside, caught the attention of the Sith leading the mission. Ansgar would later find himself reassigned to the three's personal force, where he would learn about the three, as much as they learned about himself, reaching a greater report as his own ascent through the ranks, thanks to the actions of Garrern repaying his rescue of Arianna during the Commando's first mission. Ansgar would only grow into his given tools, having never abandoned the Flamethrower foisted off on him, being oddly fond of the weapon alongside a T-21 Light Repeating Blaster, for reasons still unfathomable. Yet, the quiet Lorrdian would become fast friends of the three, despite his utter lack of force potential, something that would baffle outsiders, no doubt.

Personality:
To anyone who isn't a Lorrdian, not only is Ansgar quite the taciturn fellow, he is nigh unreadable outside of armor, let alone inside of it. Being slow to comment on a given situation or comment given to him, he seems to be defined solely by actions more often than not. Unsurprising then, that as a Lorrdian, he often lets his body posture, subtle shifts in facial expression, and other cues speak more than words, preferring to let the observant glean the truth from him vice merely telling them. As such, he tends to be the one reacting to the others, many times with a quiet, slightly annoyed sigh as he willing follows his friends into the breach once more.

Specialization/Skills:
Combat Tactics - Assault Commando: Equal parts family lineage, training, and experience has left Ansgar with a natural knack for close assault. The Lorrdian includes a blend of conventional weapons, such as his personal T-21 Light Repeating Blaster for covering fire while closing the gap, alongside concussion grenades to breach and disrupt. However, closing the distance also sees atypical weapons, such as the Oppersor Flamethrower the Commando insists on lugging around, employed for shock and terror tactics as needed. If forced into a melee, a brutal mix of street fighting and close quarters tactics drilled into them rounds out the combat approach that Ansgar favors.

Support Tactics: As a Commando, Ansgar received training outside solely combat orientated tactics, due to the minor fact that, as a elite commando unit, his kind were expected to be able to operate on their own. Including their own tech and medical support, as such, while not part of a tech or medical section of Commandos, Ansgar has basic training in both medical and technological work, giving him the means to round out the skills of most groups. Though he will not crack all systems easily, if at all, and most wounds he stitches up most definitely will hurt a lot in the morning. But its better than bleeding out or getting locked out of an area.

Equipment:
T-21 Light Repeating Blaster
T-6 Heavy Blaster Pistol
Oppressor Flamethrower
Reinforced Assault Commando Armor
Concussion Grenades
Several Vibroknives