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First I would like to welcome you all to making your character sheets. Secondly, good luck and may the Force be with you all.

I have a couple of things I want to make clear before you get to the template.

First and foremost: Post your sheets in the OOC or PM them to me to be accepted before they get posted here.

Secondly, CQ will be making the Governor and Colonel Vale, I will be the Rebellion leader and an unknown ISB agent. Any other role is available, if you're unsure before you make a sheet ask.

Thirdly, please make your backstories at least somewhat original (Not everyone needs to be the farm boy who met an Old Jedi Knight after he finds two Rebel Droids), and ensure that they include where you acquired your skills.

Fourthly, Imperials are regimented and military and should act like it. Some officers can have their own agenda sure, but even then they have to be either really careful with it or it benefits the Empire. Rebels get a bit more freedom naturally. Though remember with a Rebellion not everyone knows everything.

Finally, try and have fun. I'm not going to be evil too you. Sure there will be tough times and chars may die (But I'll let you re-apply) but this will be saved for special occasions unless you somehow get your character in an unwinable situation. I want you all to have fun, but remember to treat this as an advanced.











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Name:Lieutenant Thule Mac'Don
Age:24
Species:Human
Appearance: A young man in his twenties Thule Anderson stands tall at 6 feet, 5 inches with a pair of broad shoulders but a rather slender man by nature. His time at the Raithal Academy left him rather physically fit and healthy, but he simply doesn't have the body type to properly develop any noticeable muscle bulk like a number of his peers. His blonde-brown hair is kept short due to a combination of military regulation and because he likes keeping his hair short for ease of care. His eyes are a rather light shade of blue.

While he is quite proud to wear his imperial uniform and keeps it in good condition, Thule's choice of weapons make him stand out a little. His weapons of choice are a vibrobladed longsword and a Dissuader KD-30 slugthrower pistol (Somewhat infamous due to it firing metal-coated slugs which were hollow and filled with borless acid. The contents of these projectiles would eat through any armor that it struck, as well as flesh and bone...)

Abilities/Skills:

  • Sword combat Training
  • Slugthrower training
  • Command Training


Equipment:

  • Dissuader KD-30 Slugthrower Pistol (Plus ammo)
  • Vibrobladed longsword.
  • Shock Baton


Personality/Motivation:
Having grown up to see the tail end of the Clone Wars and the raise of the Empire Thule understands the dangers of chaos and the importance of having a solid, stable foundation so that the average citizen can live out their lives with each day being more or less the same as the one before, with change coming about due to their own actions rather then an unexpected outside force. He is not blind to the fact that the Empire has internal problems that are largely linked to corruption and personal ambition being selected over the good of the Empire as a whole and he feels that the Empire's anti-alien policies and willingness to engage in slavery are hindering and hurting the Empire more then they are helping, these problems can and should be fixed by the Empire itself. Inviting needless bloodshed and chaos by attempting to overthrow the young government without giving it a chance to work out its issues is nothing short of treason.

Biography:
Born on the planet of Naboo, Thule Mac'Don was the youngest of three children with two elder brothers whom he looked up to and parents that loved him dearly. His childhood was spent in the dark shadow of the Clone Wars but Thule himself didn't really understand what the war was about, why it was so important or even why it was being fought. It was honestly just this big thing that was happening far away that didn't seem to affect his day to day life... until his eldest brother Kiue signed up to serve with the Republic navy.

At first things were alright, Kiue sent letters home every now and then when he had the time. Thule looked up to Kiue because as far as he was concerned his big brother was a hero, fighting the bad people and protecting the innocent. Then one day a letter came, announcing that Kiue Mac'Don had died in the line of duty, sealing off a malfunctioning bulkhead to save the lives of his crew mates after their ship came under fire from the CIS.

Kiue's death shook Thule deeply, making the adolescent question a lot of things about life, himself and the war that was still raging despite the fact that it had cost his brother his life. Seriously looking into why the war had started in the first place in order to try and understand just why his brother was dead, when he found out that the CIS had started the war because they wanted to leave the corrupt Republic filled Thule with hatred and rage. He viewed the CIS as quitters to cowardly to try and fix the issues with the Republic and instead started this horrible, bloody war that had cost him someone that he looked up to and loved dearly.

When the war came to an end and the Empire rose from the ashes, Thule was more then happy to sign up for military service. Part of him wanted to do it to honor his elder brother, but mostly he did it so that he could play an active role to ensure that order was brought to the galaxy and that peace would reign.

He spent several years of preparing and training in various youth programs until he was old enough to join the Raithal Academy in order to become an officer. He took to his studies like a fish to water, but it was during the simulated 16 day siege that all students of the academy went through that Thule started to shine. Before the siege began, he made two minor but important decisions about the weapon load outs for his troops; All solders needed to wield a vibroblade that they had at least a basic understanding of and squad leaders would be armed with slugthrower weapons instead of the standard blasters.

While not the norm, this set up made the solders under Thule's command most effective at close to medium range, with the odd sniper to cover long range requirements. The mixture of blasters and slugthrowers allowed his men to unleash absolute hell on the attacking infantry; armors and tactics that worked on one kind of weapon didn't really work on the other and on the occasions when enemy commandos managed to sneak past the waves of fire his men were well enough trained and equipped to fight in the ensuring melees.

Thule made it through the 16 days with ease and passed with flying colors.

Passing the Academy and joining the military properly at the rank of Lieutenant, Thule's first command was to be apart of the peace keeping force in Boonta. Shortly after arriving, he made it the policy of the squads under his command that all sergeants have at least a slugthrower side arm and all solders are trained in the use of melee weapons, mainly the shock baton but a vibroblade is required as a weapon of last resort.




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Name: Jacob "Jackie" Parson

Age: 26

Species: Human

Appearance: One might say that Jacob is a little short to be an imperial trooper. His squad mates easily go over him by a few inches, and they are no giants themselves, the tallest standing at only around six feet tall. His short platinum blonde hair is always in a shaggy mess; Jacob has stopped bothering to comb it down as his helmet will rip it all up as soon as he puts it on, showing only his soft brown eyes anyway. One very-visible scar, which would most likely be correctly identified as cauterized by anyone passing by, reaches down from his forehead, curves around the bridge of his nose, and continues down his face until it reaches his upper lip. Several perpetually-dirty smudges dot his face, a testament to all of the field work he gets sent on in comparison to the pencil pushers and desk jockies that litter the imperial army. His trooper armor covers the rest of his body.

Abilities/Skills:

  • Blaster rifle marksmanship training
  • Survivalist training
  • Proficiency with the maintenance and repair of weapons and equipment, such as blasters, re-breathers, and environment suits.


Equipment:


  • Field-repair toolkit
  • Blaster rifle
  • "1001 Varieties of Flora and Fauna: A Trooper's Survival Guide", a book written by Jacob's commander when training to become a trooper. Never quite got to the publishing point, though.


Personality/Motivation: Jacob, while not a man without principles, is fiercely loyal to the Empire, and by extension, his superiors. If ordered, Jacob will swiftly massacre a village, as he would assume the action to be necessary to secure a united and prosperous Empire. When left to his own devices, he prefers to forgo any perceived unneeded collateral damage and complete his objectives with surgical precision, following the instructions of his superior officer to the letter. Off-duty, it would have very hard to pick Jacob out of a crowd, as he behaves like any other person: He jokes, he makes casual conversation, and doesn't embellish any details about his work. It would shock most people to know that he'd be ready to kill them without hesitation if the order ever came.

Jacob fights for a united and prosperous Empire, where all can forge their own path in life, and he thoroughly believes that even the simple slave will be able to rise to greatness if they would just give the Empire a chance to sort things out. He feels pity for revolting slaves and rebels, as Jacob sees it as them simply not realizing that the very toils they scorn will give rise to a system where they can be their own men and women, and by revolting, are sealing their fates as mere slaves and peasants.

One day, as a sort of a pie-in-the-sky dream, Jacob wishes to join the ranks of Imperial Intelligence as a special agent. In short, Jacob has watched too many spy flicks, and is either naive, or chooses to ignore the fact that missions given to Agents are not always as fantastic as single-handedly shutting down a Rebel orbital platform's defense systems or busting a galactic smuggling ring. Still, Jacob keeps his head high and his loyalty to the Empire strong in hopes of a chance at reaching that pie.

Biography: Born and raised on Boonta near Hollow Rock to a family of scrap-hoarders loyal to the Empire, Jacob was quickly taken in by the tales of fantastic feats of strength and brilliance displayed by the Empire's finest, told to him as bedtime stories by his mother and father. When not collecting the junk that crash-landed out of the orbital trash heap above, Jacob helped his father make use of it all, building all manner of utilities and repairing things brought to them by their neighbors in the surrounding area. Jacob's proudest moment came at the age of fourteen, when a patrolling squad of troopers were making their rounds around the perimeter of Hollow Rock. He heard one of the troopers complaining about their blaster rifle malfunctioning. When Jacob approached and, rather sheepishly out of reverence, offered to repair it, the trooper took him up on his offer, albeit with a strong tone of sarcasm which Jacob quickly picked up on. He simply took this as a challenge. The squad followed Jacob to his workshop where he examined the rifle. After a few minutes of prodding and dismantling, he discovered the cause of the malfunction, that being a power cell had discharged prematurely in its chamber, frying some of the circuitry. Jacob got to work, replacing the affected wires and chips with, although old and fidgety, functioning components. Handing the rifle back to the trooper, he cheered to himself silently when seeing the face of the trooper after a successful test-fire: Complete and total bewilderment. After an explanation of the problem and how to both avoid and remedy it in the future, the trooper thanked Jacob and even gave him some credits as payment.

Six years later, Jacob waved good-bye to the beaming, proud faces of his parents as he left for the capital city to join the ranks of the imperial army. For him, the posters and stories from travelers did not do Boonta justice. He marveled at the governor's palace and watched the many ships fly to and from the spaceport, their reflective hulls occasionally blinding Jacob. He even saw some of the people that were in the stories his parents used to tell him as a child. Embarrassingly, it took all of his strength not to run up and greet them. He eventually forced himself to stop admiring the hub, and made his way to the recruitment center. Jacob spent the better part of nearly a year at the academy. He had opted for additional courses, specifically in survival and mechanical engineering, so he spent more time in training than some of his peers, who were content with their basic combat training and took the chance to ship out early. At twenty one years old with all the teachings of his instructors he could keep in his head, Jacob was shipped out back to Boonta. His first assignment was as a mine guard near Hollowed Rock, but he never got to see his parents as they were a few miles out from his post, and strict schedules didn't leave time for him to trek all the way out to visit. Jacob continued to be given smaller assignments all the way up to present day, slowly gaining rank, and is currently a Corporal, which he understands that he will be until he sees major action, but he is content with it.

Secrets: Jacob collects flowers of all types, and keeps them in an air-tight glass case under his bunk, with some smaller spares in his locker.

Relations: N/A
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