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

 'Overlord'

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 Commander. 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 Commander 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
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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.

Alex didn't get a chance to do her diabological and sometimes irrational things as she stepped into the office only to be stopped by the psycho lady, well she was psycho now. She left the room without too much of a word as she headed back to the crowds of people, the crowds of cops - it wasn't a good feeling, the doctor had just been smoked by something not too natural maybe, but he was dead and everyone was still reeling it in. She was surprised she wasn't in a ball curled up and all sad-Alex mode, she ended up edging to the outer perimeter of the group not wanting to engage in talk or anything of that nature - talking with these guys sucked.

She ended up finding herself beside Cole, leaning up against the wall just like him as she hid from the whole crowd - hid from society, reality just becoming another messed up invisible blur for the world to pass over. She let out a sigh for once, letting out the frustrations of the night in her first audible sound of the evening. Returning to a rather passive state of non-compliant silence her eyes drifted off to the red and blue lights that danced off the glass of the nearby skyscrapers.

Bad memories.

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Washington, some time ago.

The sound of the radio blared out with an oomf as the bass picked up Zach's custom-slow-fi low-chills playlist, playing something that the two listened to on the daily. Behind the wheel was a rather young blonde, in his twenties the slicked up greaser, fuck boy whatever term you may have for such a young man - was gunning it behind the wheel of his 2011 Black Camero. The two cut through the countryside in the darkness of the night, the only thing illuminating their way were aging, old derelict lamps of decades before their time and the headlights on the monster that was purring down the road.

He's smoking a Belmont cigarette, one of his favourites as the smoke fills the car, Alex is rather indifferent to the smell compared to her self now she's more lively, excited. That's what happens when love comes in your life, it uplifts you - a cigarette of an unknown brand hangs on the lips of Alex, perhaps it's a joint. Both are smoking, the sounds of laughter and some fanfare echo the Camero as the two were talking but the memory is vague, blank. The conversation couldn't be recalled for the time, Zach looks towards her with a smile, and a playful smirk crossed his face.

"#*@$!!!!"

Zach's eyes snap back towards the front of the road as a figure is present in front of the car that's going about... 70MPH, a loudBUMPfollowed by a crackand and acrunch as the body flies over the top of the car and onto the roof before hitting the ground behind them. Zach slams on the brakes as the Camero comes to a violent halt, the two's expressions are changed forever. The memories skips lags - Alex is checking the man's pulse.

He is covered in blood.

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