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Star Wars - Liberation

Patience is a virtue.
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Falling Skies: Wavering Valor (Mecha, Space Opera)

J.Tolliver

"If you're too be trusted, I expect results to come from the trust I grant."

Lieutenant Rank

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'Overlord'

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A P P E A R A N C E

Physique: James appears to be of average build, despite that this build may be obscured by his uniform or armor at times.

Height: Six foot one.

Weight: 200 LBS.

Hair: Brown.

Eyes: Hazel

Skin: Fair.

Scars / Markings / Etc: Along his left forearm is a tattoo sleeve. It’s a black – dead rose.

Clothing Description: Standing at six foot one, James is adorned in an officer’s uniform. Ornate in nature, it covers the man head to toe. Accompanying the uniform would be his duty belt which carried his sidearm and various equipment. His boots are shined to an almost perfect finish, his trousers also are bloused. His hair is a short length, groomed and neat as it lays on his head. His beard is plentiful but remains trimmed and professional. Gray sport his head and beard, as the man is of an older age.

I N V E N T O R Y

• Standard issue officer’s pistol – dubbed The Darcy Persuasion by Tolliver.
• Various medals and ribbons.
• A duty belt with various equipment befit an officer.
• A whiskey flask
• Various documents and personal identification
• A PDA.
• Bowman’s radio headset.

I D E N T I T Y

Personality: Calculating, Cunning and Tactical.

These three words would best describe Tolliver’s battle prowess, the man has always planned out his moves. One could think he was a prophet as he always plans for the worst case scenario, or any situation when feasible. Being prepared is one’s key to survival, especially in an ever growing and violent warzone such men occupy. Perhaps it was a habit picked up from the academy, drilled into every cadet or an “on the job” type of mentality that lingered in the elderly Lieutenant. He was always vicious in his fighting, a die-hard patriot some comment. The Patriots usually find themselves commanding other patriots, especially a double ace. Tolliver’s sense of duty and pride seem to ride high on his list of priorities, “the job must be done and we must win attitude” is an attitude desired by some. Perhaps some should be more reserved when dealing with matters of war but Tolliver has always been open to serving his country.

Despite his nationalistic tendencies and drive to fight the Coalition, the man holds a deep respect for the men and women that serve under him. He takes pride in making sure his crew’s morale is high and they are prepared, however, he is never one to be too kind or soft to his enlisted personnel. There was a war to be fought and hand-holding would never get his ship, crew or ground teams ahead of any other unit. Each man and woman had to find and fight their own demons, Tolliver was there to guide. Outside of commanding and combat, Tolliver is usually reserved. While he is more open to his fellow command staff and higher ranks, he doesn’t open up nor tend to fraternize with the enlisted personnel too much. He’s afraid that his image – his persona as a commander may be moved or tainted. He wants to maintain his image as a vicious, battle-hardened commander, for the sake of his crew.

Sometimes cynical, Tolliver always looks to soldiers he can trust. If you’re trusted by the Lieutenant to do something you should be bringing results him – positive results. Those who betray his trust, while few have – feel the hell unleashed by him. While Tolliver fights with his own demons and aspires to reach his own goals, he is always vindictive to those who may try to impede or cause him harm. Rebellious subordinates usually are met by a myriad of scare tactics, security forces, and red tape. Some see Tolliver as a glory hound, while others see him as a washed up ace turned space jockey or a lapdog to the Empire. Tolliver continues to make the decisions that best suits him, and his men.

Strengths:
While his MAS combat prowess is a feat, Tolliver is a hard-pressed, tenacious man. When put on a task he makes sure to get down to work and get it finished. He is known to micromanage his staff and hand off lesser duties to his command staff. His tactics are sound and are mostly from the academy, his transition from MAS to Fleet has provided him with an insight a career naval officer wouldn’t have.

Weaknesses:
His behavior of over planning has often been ineffective, whether it’s in regards to logistics, load outs or fleet placement something can go wrong and it may not be the thing that was planned for. His inability to take criticism has left some of his tactical planning and prowess flawed, perhaps it’s the glory from the MAS days that has his judgment impaired. The fact his relationships with his enlisted personnel are minimal could attribute to this.

Likes:
A disciplined crew – cohesion is like clockwork.
Drinking, when it’s appropriate.
Security Forces – they’re always a reliable department of the ship.
Patriotic troopers – we all fight for the same thing.
Results – always result. They better be good, otherwise, it results he doesn’t want to see or hear.
Reading, a soldier can stay knowledge and mentally fit with a good book.
Having an intellectual and deep conversation with officers, as he rarely does have one with enlisted personnel.
Earth and The Empire, home.
Women~
His MAS, despite it,’s no longer being used.


Dislikes:
Rebellious soldiers and traitors – they should hang.
Conscientious objectors.
Cowards.
The Coalition and those who sympathize with them.
Undisciplined soldiers.
When plans go awry.

Fears:
Death, plain and simple.
Being demoted.
Becoming a failure.
Shaming his family.
Losing the war.

R E C O R D

Born a military child of the Tolliver family of Miami Florida, James Tolliver found himself in a well-disciplined family of veterans. The Tolliver’s had served in the military as far as history dates back to early U.N. Peace Keeping missions. While some Tolliver’s had branched out to other work instead of joining the military, James particularly found himself interested in serving The Empire. Perhaps it was the chance at adventuring, seeing the world but like his ancestors, before him, he chooses the path they had. His aspirations of becoming a infantrymen started out in elementary school when his class was taught about the military history of the Empire. Becoming a MAS pilot was a prestigious honor, an honor that a Tolliver could hold. Thanks to his family’s strict discipline and regime, James found himself excelling through school. James was a leader in his community, he often volunteered with learning was a must for him, and once his education was finished he went off to university.

When he finished, the war was nearing its tenth year in. A decade, James found himself at the recruiting office at the age of twenty-five with a university degree and life experience. A look at his records and his family name, the recruiters knew they had a good candidate before them. At this time the use of MAS squadrons had not become official and James was picked to participate in an experimental MAS squardon - the 110th. Passing the aptitude test rather easily, James moved onto the academy where he spent four years in the institution. Making connections with the officers and passing his courses were the two main concerns during his training. Upon graduating at the age of twenty-nine, the older man was assigned to the worlds in Orion’s arm where major fighting was taking place. In the contested world of Syntha-Six, James proved himself in the fray of combat – his first taste of combat. The middle-aged pilot downed six MAS units during a defensive battle, his common mass-produced had some stunned as to how a run of the mill MAS could be used in such a manner. To some, perhaps it was a show of force as to what the Empire’s technology could really do, common, custom, prototype – it didn’t matter. It would mark a sign of what was to come, perhaps it was James’s military lineage, luck or a burning desire to live but through two years of fighting – James had become an ace. The intense fighting had turned the young bucking soldier into a man, the now veteran of Syntha-Six was moved to the Perseus Arm for an offensive campaign.

It was incredible to become and an ace, James lived for the rush and being put on the offensive only excited the thrill junkie. On the lush green planet of Nato-four, he found himself blazing through jungles of the undeveloped planet. MAS corpses piled as the seasoned pilot became a veteran one, and then a double ace. He was too valuable to lose, so he was switched out. James had aspirations after all, and you live a lot longer on a ship then on the front lines. His five-year career as a MAS pilot was done, he was promoted and transferred as an XO to a battlecruiser. This is where he would spend the next eleven years on the J. Wallcroft, five and half would be being the XO to the Captain. Stress ran high, even on a bridge and that’s where the magic happened anyway. James found himself in and out of classrooms, there was always something new for the naval officer to learn. What he did learn he used for his work and applied it to existing strategies, his Captain – Captain Peter Chung was a mentor and guide to James.

That’s where it constantly found itself deployed, supporting ground efforts and engaging in heavy space combat. That’s where the naval crew distinguished itself – in the large space battle of Vaughan. The Empire was heavily outnumbered by lesser vessels, the J. Wallcroft under the command of the Empire’s dreadnought – Michigan, the small blockade by the Empire came under attack. With the help of the Michigan, the J. Wallcroft and other Earth ships held the line until reinforcements FTL’d. When the space dust settled, the J. Wallcroft was accredited to various ship kill, most notably the enemy’s dreadnought. In more recent history, The J. Wallcroft was called to service by the Empire to embark on the peace mission to broker peace. With Captain Chung still manning the ship, little could go wrong.

Until recently, Tolliver was pulled as XO from the J. Wallcroft and was reassigned to the Artemis where he was instated as the new XO under Captain Sarett - a decorated Naval Captain. It was there where he would continue to serve as an XO, on a peace keeping mission no less. To hell and beyond if need be, it was his duty after all - despite the circumstances.

S T A T I S T I C S

Kills during piloting:
- Thirty-Five

to be added

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Tarot Card / A Quick Consensus

The personality of the King of Pentacles is a combination of the positive earth energy of the Pentacles suit and the active, outward focus of a King. He might as well be called King Midas as he turns everything he touches to gold (riches of all kinds). He finds opportunity everywhere and succeeds at whatever he sets his mind to. He is enterprising and adept. Whatever the task, he handles it competently, drawing on his wide range of skills and practical knowledge. He's a jack-of-all-trades - and master of all as well. He is always dependable and responsible. Others rely on him completely because he never fails them. He gives generously of his time and resources because he knows that by giving more, you receive more. He encourages others in their accomplishments and lends his support whenever it is needed. He has a steady and even temperament that adds an element of stability to any situation. When he has set a goal for himself, he pursues it with firm resolve until he's successful.

In readings, the King of Pentacles asks you to take the kinds of actions he might take. For example: keeping a comittment, fixing something that's broken, making money, or sponsoring a new enterprise. This King can also represent a man or woman who is acting as he does, or an atmosphere of steady, reliable competence. In a reading, he tells you that his special energy has meaning for you at this time. Let yourself be inspired by this King in whatever form he appears in your life.

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Star Wars - Liberation

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Star Wars - Liberation

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@SantosGabriel77

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Star Wars - Liberation

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Falling Skies: Wavering Valor (Mecha, Space Opera)

Hm. Do I have the time along with everything else to write a starship captain...

@Naril

When am i getting ur telecomms sheet ...

Falling Skies: Wavering Valor (Mecha, Space Opera)

Lol mexican stand off :))) listen boys when I roleplay its nothing but serious and epic.

huge sheet inbound... it will be unprecedented...

Falling Skies: Wavering Valor (Mecha, Space Opera)

<Snipped quote by DeadDrop>

It says in the OP that the GM will pick the mech for the FNG, I think.

@Sisyphus

Oh I thought you get too :((

Falling Skies: Wavering Valor (Mecha, Space Opera)

Profie: Chloe O’Connor

Appearance: (Disregard the crossbow and the bare thighs, the picture is otherwise perfect).
Name: O’Connor, Chloe
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Callsign: Noob
Kills: 0! For now.

Psychological Analysis: Chloe is peppy, energetic, and always talking. She’s an absolutely zealous worker and at times an insufferable kiss-up to authority figures, both habits born from the days when she had to work odd jobs to keep her family off the streets – to her, perfection is necessary to survive. She possesses a confidence that at times crosses the border completely into arrogance, being well aware that she had to work very hard to get where she is, and she often acts like she understands situations better than she actually does. She resents her position as the ‘FNG’ a bit, but for the most part she takes it as a challenge; she’s determined to prove her worth to her new contemporaries and show them just why she belongs alongside them.
Chloe’s friendly enough to most people who can put up with her, though she has a habit of making snap judgements about people that tend to stick around for a very long time, for good or ill. She loves conversation and comparing tactics, strategies or technical notes with her peers; she’s obsessed with self-improvement and being better at her job, so if she can accept that someone has some knowledge or experience she doesn’t, she’ll do her level best to get it out of them.
Deep down, her perfectionism gives way to a gnawing anxiety about her place in the world and in the 101st Legion, and she tends to deal with outright failure very poorly. She loves her family, and writes home to them frequently, though she’d be lying if she said she had any deep patriotic feelings for the UEE. To her, the Legion is a potentially lucrative career, a place she can perform well and rise far; she hasn’t put much thought into the actual ‘combat’ part of it, the risking of her own life and the taking of others’, but she believes that she’ll manage, when the time comes. The prospect of peace conflicts her – she’s seen enough devastation caused by the war to know it would be a good thing, but at the same time… it would really throw a wrench in her career goals.


Military Record: Military Record: Chloe was born on Earth in the city of Dublin, Ireland, the first of three children. Her parents were refugees from the planet Artal, an agrarian world that had recently fallen after a prolonged invasion by Coalition forces. Dublin was an urban jungle, sprawling and filthy and poverty stricken from a growing refugee crisis. Chloe grew up in a hovel on the river Liffey, which she shared with her parents and her two twin siblings; for most of her life, the family was wretchedly poor, there being little good work for people whose only marketable skills were in off-world farming.
Chloe started working odd jobs from the age of 12 to supplement her parent’s income; she hauled garbage, waited tables in in restaurants in the ‘nice’ part of town – once or twice she got involved in more illegal operations, though she made certain not to get too far into that game. The city was dangerous; everyone carried a gun, and everyone knew how to use one. Despite the difficult circumstances, Chloe’s mother found time to homeschool her children, and Chloe supplemented that education as best as she good. All the while, she was planning her escape; how she would one day provide a better life for her family. There wasn’t money at home, but there was always a need for good soldiers.
On her seventeenth birthday, Chloe marched into a recruitment station in tattered clothes with a face covered in mud and demanded to be considered eligible for training – not just as a grunt soldier, but as an MAS pilot, the best of the best. She was immediately laughed out of the room, though she remained camped outside the building for three days, yelling at the window that she wouldn’t leave until she was given the basic aptitude test. Finally, the recruitment officer relented, expecting her to fail immediately; however, she had been training and studying obsessively for this moment for a year, and both her physical performance and test scores were enough to qualify her for training. She backed a bag full of possessions, kissed her mother goodbye, and was on the next shuttle to basic, promising to send money home.
Chloe excelled in training, though most of her peers considered her absolutely insufferable. She trained and studied obsessively, graduating three years later at the top of her class and immediately being promoted to active duty with a unit of veterans. She has yet to see actual combat, but she’s looking forward to the chance to finally prove that she deserves this chance; and make a little money for her family in the bargain.

Equipment: Simple magnetic pilot’s sidearm in a thigh holster. She also has a picture of her little brother and sister scrunched up in her back pocket.

Throwing in my hat for FNG!

@Sisyphus

What about your mech :o

Also something sexy is COMING

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