[CHAR] Star Wars: A Stormtrooper's Tale.

[Azkott]

Your Stormtrooper...

This is where the bulk of the inspiration will come from, in my opinion. Characters are, after all, the most important part of the roleplay, and as we develop these, I reckon the rest will fall into place. So, primarily, feel free to make and design a Trooper to your liking.

Character Sheet Located in the Hider.

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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.

If there's anything you think should be added to the Character sheet, be sure to post your thoughts in the OOC. If fitting, it will be added to the sheet at once.

[ClocktowerEchos]

Jump Trooper #1

ST417 "Saint"

"Faith consists in believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe."
Voltare

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CLASSIFICATION

Jump Trooper

DESIGNATION

ST417

RANK

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

NICKNAME

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

RACE

Human

HOMEWORLD

Coruscant

ARMOR

ST417 prefers the look of "virgin" Stormtrooper armor and thus has left it relatively untouched barring a sing wing-like icon on his left shoulder with his designation under it; he tends not to modify the "original, superior" look of the armor.

APPEARANCE

ST417 without his helmet and armor looks fairly unoriginal and generic. No notable facial features, no special markings or scars, just a pair of black eyes and black hair that's always kept short as per regulation. He has however always looked a bit skinny and gaunt.

HISTORY

ST417 is an interesting soldier as unlike many other troopers who were "elected" to go into Stormtrooper training, ST417 actually volunteered at a young age to become one. When asked about his life prior to Imperial service/childhood, he always responses with some variation of "I was a lost boy from Neverland", referencing some old story he once heard. It wildly accepted that ST417 was some street orphan who enjoyed listening to old stories and fairytales prior to his service and training.

In training, ST417 distinguished himself from his peers by being the most dedicated and loyal of his class, able to recite any passage from the training manuel or regulation codex at any moment, never failing any of his duties, being an impeccable student and showing the ideal mentality of a soldier. He saw himself as part of the Empire's unfailing guard and has such was bound to its principles and ideology. He was the peacekeeper of order, the all important principle of the Empire which trumped everything else. Such thinking made him well liked by his teachers who always called on him to answer questions and made him class role model.

Once his training was done, ST417 gladly took on his designation, taking it as a sign that he was a true guardian of the Empire but he still wanted to do more, he wanted to be something even greater. ST417 wanted to become one of the elites, a Death Trooper or even a Novatrooper, the highest honor anyone could possibly be given in his eye. But despite effortlessly passing the written exams and having more than enough recommendations, he failed the physical requirements of becoming such a coveted soldier, his small, weak frame hindering him. Discouraged, ST417 opted to become a Jump Trooper, seeing it as the next best thing without such rigorous physical requirements.

NOTES

ST417's faith in the Empire and its ideals are absolute and unwavering as his dedication, his drive and motivation making up for whatever physical strength he may lack. He follows orders to the letter and always obeys his superiors as by not doing so would be rebellious behavior. However, there are hints that his mental state may not actually be 100% stable and may be a major factor behind his fanatical devotion to the Empire and his duty as a Stormtrooper.

OOC: Most of this Char was inspired by this song.

[Anarchy]

EVO Trooper

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.

[Orlan]

This character has been retired. I hope you all manage to enjoy this roleplay.

[Crossfire]

Grim

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.

[watchet]

Stormsurgeon DI042

Stormsurgeon
DI042 "Dio"

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Nickname. Dio
Gender. Male
Military Ranking. Private
Race / species. Mirialan
Planetary Origin. Mirial

Armor appearance.

He 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.

Personality.

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.

Appearance.

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.

History.

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.

[Three Five]

"Old Man" Velker

Stormtrooper classification:
Stormtrooper. Previously a jet trooper during the Clone Wars but was "demoted" to a basic trooper classification due to his age. He always resents this and swears he can still fight as well as he did in the "good old days."

Designation:
CT-1547

Military Ranking:
Sergeant

Nickname:
During the clone wars, his nickname was "Velker," an aerial predator native to Bespin. His brothers gave him this name due to his love of airborne ordnance and his skill in jetpack flight. Nowadays, however, most just disrespectfully call him "old man." Others call him "clone" or other derogatory terms.

Race/species:
Human Fett-Clone

Planetary Origin:
Kamino

Gender:
Male

Armor appearance:
His standard stormtrooper armor is painted in the same manner as his old Phase 2 trooper armor from his time in the 327th Star Corps: white with dark yellow stripes in the center of the arms, legs, helmet, and chest-plate. A black spade insignia with a stylized green velker is emblazoned on the upper-left of his chest-plate and his right shoulder guard.

Personality:
Velker has seen and dealt with a lot in his time, and therefore has learned to keep an even keel. His years of training (and experience with severe --and often painful-- consequences) keep him from lashing out when he becomes the butt of a joke or the victim of berating. To some, his incredible coolheadedness can be frightening, and he does often use it for intimidating rookies.
Being a clone and having previous combat experience has given the man quite a superior attitude, and he often informs his new "greenhorn" comrades of this fact, but usually in a sarcastic manner. Similarly, Velker has a very dry sense of humor and frequently makes jokes at the expense of his squadmates.

Appearance:
Velker is a standard Fett-clone with no distinguishing facial scars, but now bears the signs of aging. The wrinkles around his eyes and mouth make his face even more rugged and adds a certain sternness to his expression. His hair is greying slightly, but it is not directly noticeable since he keeps his hair shaved in a short warhawk. Many joke that he does this to hide the fact that he is going bald, but the truth of the matter is that he had worn the style since joining the 327th and it reminds him of his "glory days." He also has a tattoo of a winged Galactic Roundel on the back of his neck.

History:
Like all other clones, Velker was born, raised, and trained on Kamino. As a member of the 327th Star Corps, he took part in many significant battles of the Clone Wars, including the battle of Felucia. In fact, he was on the planet during Order 66, though not being part of Commander Bly's "favorites," he was not near General Secura when the actual order came through.

After the fall of the Jedi and the domination of the Empire, Velker and the rest of the remaining clones were quietly shuffled over to the new power and refitted with new armor, weapons, and in some cases classifications. However, it wasn't until the Empire began recruiting and otherwise "acquiring" non-clone soldiers that Velker was demoted to the rank of Stormtrooper instead of an Imperial Jumptrooper. It seemed that the "powers that be" had declared his batch of clones to now be "too old" for such specializations and it was "for his own benefit" that he was reclassified. While this fate was better than that of other clones -- especially those that spoke out -- Velker still resented the change and is always trying in subtle ways to get his old job back. After all, he was one of the best fliers in his squad back in the day and, given his nickname, he always feels that flying is part of who he is. He just tries to ignore that his aim isn't what it used to be and his reflexes aren't quite as quick.

Aside from his rank change, he did not much mind working for the Empire. There were some -- hell, a whole resistance force -- that claimed the Empire to be unfair, cruel, and downright evil. But was the Empire really in the wrong? He did not really know, and frankly, he did not much care. All he knew was fighting. Hell, that was what he had done since the day he was born, and he was now continuing to do what he did best. He had a job and the comforting feeling of cold steel in his hand, and that was all that mattered. What else could he do, after all? He was going to continue on for as long as he could, before they sent him to the fabled "old clone's home" -- or worse. But when it really came down to it, he just wanted to die on the battlefield like his brothers did, and not stick around long enough to sit around at let the reality of his existence sink in.

[Assallya]

Cassie "Chassis" Andurell

Stormtrooper classification: Stormtrooper.

Designation: CT-7659

Military Rank: Private

Nickname: "Chassis"

Race/species: Human

Planetary Origin: Ruan

Gender: Female

Armor appearance: Common Stormtroopers are not allowed to alter their armor. They are supposed to be identical to make their numbers look infinite.

Appearance: Cassie has blonde hair that she gathers up inside the depths of her helmet. She is slender and willowy thanks to her time in the fields of Ruan supervising the many droids.

Personality: Cassie is very outgoing and loves the fact she's finally off-world. The best way to describe her is "bubbly". She is finally seeing the stars and exploring the galaxy. She can't wait until her tour is over so that she can spend her earnings on a ship.

History: Cassie was born on Ruan, an Agriworld where few ever amounted to anything. She grew up tending to the fields with the help of a half dozen droids but dreamed of getting offworld and becoming something more. Unfortunately, options were limited and she ended up enlisting for a four year tour.

Cassie is newly graduated, one of tens of thousands of barely trained, disposable soldiers paid a pittance of a wage. A pittance she apparently only gets if she survives four years. The Emperor knows how to cut corners.

Notes: Chassis has some limited skill with making repairs on droids and vehicles thanks to her growing up on a farm. This is what gave her her nickname.

[Halvtand]

Mark the Scout trooper

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.

armor

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.

[Ollumhammersong]

Cutter

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.

[Azkott]

Stormtrooper classification: Imperial Stormtrooper.

Designation: KT-7716.

Military Ranking: Chief. (One of many commanding officers, a rank denoted by a crimson-red pauldron.)

Nickname: Kat. (Owed to her curious designation. She's typically shunned or disdained any other attempt at gaining a nickname, having been rather proud of her curious, numeric coding. However, she allows Kat for the tactical benefit of having such a call sign, as well as for the play on the number she holds so zealously.)

Race/species: Vahla.

Planetary Origin: Originally born on the planet of Mandalore.

Gender: Female.

Armor Appearance: Kat dons the standard armor of an imperial stormtrooper, with a few notable exceptions. Firstly, and most notably, is the roughened gray poncho she consistently dons on and off the field of combat; the reasons for it are unknown, though most beneath her command will tell you it's for luck. Perched on her left shoulder is an outstretched, blood-red pauldron, denoting her hard-won experience and rank. Besides this is a chest-strapped bandoleer, likely owing to her affinity for heavy weapons; a serrated vibro-knife sitting sheathed just to the left of this series of ammo pouches. To the right of her utility belt hangs an abnormally large pouch, a red cross painted against the white background likely denoting it as a medical kit. Farther below is a magnetized holster on her thigh, possessing her favored, last-ditch weapon; the DL-44. Overall, her armor seems just slightly thicker than the usual; this being likely due to her Vahla origin. Though giving her unparalleled flexibility, her cartilage-like bone structure means, without her armor, a fight wouldn't bode well in her favor. Also worth noting is the sheer amount of dents, scuff marks, and blaster burns her armor's accumulated over the years of service; some seem like they should've put her in a grave years ago. Instead of buffing them out, she's rumored to keep them, to denote her experience and loyalty.

Personality: Kat is impulsive, driven by a fierce, overzealous desire to serve the Empire in the best way she knows; combat. This brash, optimistic attitude has gotten in the way of her health a lot, and was probably the leading cause of her ultimately receiving a cybernetic replacement for an irrationally lost arm. Don't take her for a fool, though; she's a wampa with both bark, and bite. Beneath her authorative, demanding demeanor is a calm, tactically-charged individual, constantly considering outcomes and options in the heat of her favored sport: war. As such, she's best described as impatient, dominative, loyal, thoughtful, and just an all-around, experienced warrior.

Appearance: This Vahla woman stands at a mere 6'4; short, by her humanesque people's standards. Besides this gnawing, personal set back, she might be considered rather beautiful, as far as a war-needy soldier can fit that description. Short, scruffy copper hair is held back beneath her helmet, a rather fitting combination for her strikingly violet eyes. Her pale skin tells a tale of a woman who hasn't seen the sun in far too long, and her sharp, angular features speak volumes as to how badly she's fed herself; too much time on the field, and not enough time at rest. Of course, all of this is irrelevant beneath her specialized suit of armor, becoming nothing more than a proud, dutiful soldier with it on.

History: Though born on the warrior-bearing planet of Mandalore, Kat spend most of her early childhood aboard old, creaking space freighters, jumping from planet to planet. Such was the custom of her people, the Vahla; ever searching for their long-lost home, destroyed by the Jedi whom once claimed to protect the Galaxy. Raised in a culture famed for despising this ancient, force-wielding order, it was of no surprise that she too took to despising them. Her parents raised her on tales of a Republic hell bent on casting them out, telling her of the great scourges that saw many of her people killed; this would impact her deeply, and influence the woman she grew up to become.

Despite the desires of her junk-collecting parents to join them in their trade, she found her calling late one evening on the sand-swept planet of Tatooine. Walking back to their old, oxidized freighter after peddling junk back and forth through the markets, she was assailed by two, jedi-obsessed individuals, the like of which knew well of the stories many rebel sympathizers told of the “Vahla scum”, intending to channel their unused hatred on a poor, defenseless girl. They struck her knees out from under her, sending her reeling with a single, heavy-handed punch; she recalls having been slammed into a wall, before a muffled, gruff tone yelled “Rebel scum!”
Then, it was over. When she opened her eyes, she was being whisked away in the arms of a dirtied, wearied stormtrooper, the like of which delivered her to her very doorstep with nothing but a thoughtful nod. It was then and there that, despite her parents’ objections, she joined up with the Corps.

Years of training, followed by many more years of combat, would make her a solid, well-rounded soldier, the like of which would see conflict on a massive variety of systems, before finally being told to head out to the outer rim, and take up a risky guard’s duty. A welcomed break, even for someone as willing as her.

Notes: She has a secret, unhealthy obsession for "Tales of a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter," a rare comic book published when she was young.

Her cybernetic replacement will sometimes tamper with her mind, inciting headaches or migraines, usually in the worst of times.

[Gat Izen]

Sharp

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...

[uliop]

@Gat Izen Your character doesn't seem to be a Stormtrooper?

EDIT: Nevermind, just read your post about it in the OOC, my bad.

[Bishop]

ID-2076

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.

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CR-089 "Cro"

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

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DV-125

Stormtrooper classification: Imperial Shock Trooper [BF:II style]

Designation: DV-125

Military Ranking: Private First Class(?)

Nickname: Lancer

Race/species: Human

Planetary Origin: Tatooine

Gender: Male

Armor appearance: The only difference between the normal Shock Trooper Armour and Lance's, is the painted Dewback on the side of his helmet and his left shoulder.

Personality: TBA

Appearance: Underneath the white piece of protection that stands between him and his enemies, you'll find normal sized human with blonde hair, no facial hair, green eyes and tanned skin that clearly shows exposure to a sun.

History: Born and raised on Tatooine, Lance did not have an easy childhood; one that predictably led him to an early life of crime. Simple theft led to a series of other crimes, but the one that got the attention of an Imperial Sand Trooper was his attempt to hot-wire a Speeder Bike. Safe to say, he didn't get away with it, and was swiftly arrested.

Then he got a choice; serve even longer in an Imperial prison, or serve the Empire's cause. Though he initially preferred the first, he picked the one that didn't involve him staring at a wall for the rest of his life. He joined the Imperial forces as a "voulenteer", but as it turned out, he enjoyed shooting rebels/criminals/smugglers etc. and getting promoted for it.

So how did he end up with that big rocket launcher on his shoulder? It's safe to say that he didn't ask kindly for it; he was strong enough to carry it, precise enough to hit something with it and not afraid to blow someone to bits. That, and the previous owner was shot dead during a Rebel ambush.