Age: 19 Rank: Imperial Incinerator trooper Strengths: -Brill excels at pyrotechnics. -He has been known to make homemade flamethrowers or incendiary grenades. -Despite not completing training, he can still wield his flamethrower quite well. -He does best when aided by other troopers -His armor is a bit more blaster-resistant than standard trooper armor. Weaknesses: -Brill is quite loud in his equipment. -His equipment hinders him. he can still run, just can't maneuver as well. -Without allies, he's a sitting duck. Likes: -Using his flamethrower. -Donning his armor. -Fooling around with his comrades. -Fine food. Dislikes: -Being slow in his armor. -Being alone in battle. -Losing his flamethrower. -Terrorists (Rebels). Bio: Brill had seen what effect Rebels had on Imperial planets. On his own planet, the Rebels were insisting on, 'taking it back'. The ensuing battle lasted for years and the civilians suffered. Homes were destroyed and townsfolk were robbed. Thankfully the Empire won and Brill was able to train to be a Incinerator trooper. Normally this role was reserved for the psychotic human clones that were manufactured, but after a large amount being slaughtered, they recycled the title and the armor. Unfortunately, there was a shortage of flametroopers and Incinerator troopers on Sullust, so he was sent there before he completed his training. Once he saw how discouraged everyone on Sullust was, he started to lose hope. But he keeps fighting. Just like a good soldier. Equipment: Standard Incinerator Trooper Armor
As some of you may know, this planet has been a source of fuel for us. The terrorists called 'Rebels' are trying to take it away from us. This would be a devastating loss for the Empire, and we cannot afford such a thing. Please apply all resources and manpower to stopping them. And whatever you do, do not underestimate them. They will use any tactics they have. Even if you think you will win, be aware they have many tricks up their sleeves. And if you think you have them cornered, remember. A cornered animal fights the hardest. And they are no more than that.
These tyrants that call themselves Imperials are no better than the average womp rat. Just because they have the armor and the tech doesn't mean we can't win. Because we have something they could never have: Hope. That's enough to keep an ill man going even on his deathbed. This Empire uses fear to rule. But the tighter they squeeze their grip, the more things fall through. And we use that to our advantage. These workers helping the Empire? They don't like it any more than we would. And we can help them. They can help us in return. But expect heavy resistance, and be willing to risk it all.
These briefings have been out for 467 days. Many have died on each side, and more fall with each passing day. Rations are running out. The Empire has started making 'cuts' to save food for the more important and stronger soldiers. These executions make the troopers fight harder than they've ever fought before, and the Rebels are starting to slip up because of it. But the lack of soldiers also weighs down on the Empire, making them need their advanced technology even more than before. In this battle, it's impossible to tell who will win. But each side is going to put up one hell of a fight.
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1. Please, no godmodding. Your character will not be seriously harmed or killed without permission, so don't think you need to be invincible to survive. Example of godmodding: Johnny saw a dragon. He saw a magical chest containing a holy sword to kill the dragon with. He killed it with ease and ran with superhuman speed to kill all his enemies. 2. No controlling other people's characters. (Without permission.) 3. If your character is a horrible shot, do not make them be extremely accurate. 4. Do not argue with me or anybody I make a Co-GM. 5. No arguing anywhere else. Take it to the PMs. 6. If you're a regular ol' grunt, you won't have the best equipment. It's a fact.
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Naoko sighed as he followed the rest of the boys into the room. It was small and cramped. But it would have to do. He ultimately decided there wouldn't be much to do here, so he promptly stuck his duffel into a corner of the room and left. As he stepped outside, he smiled. It felt good to be alone in his thoughts. They give us the worst rooms imaginable. They don't give us keys. What exactly did I sign myself up for? He pulled an American $20 bill from a jumbled up wad in his pocket and scanned the campus for any good restaurants or cafeterias. It was half hearted, and if there was one, he didn't see it. Naoko looked around once more. He didn't see anyone who might prohibit him from finding something in the city. He jogged at a fast pace out of the gates. Luckily, there was a pizza joint not too far from the academy. He walked in, scanning the menu. Naoko had tried pizza. It was alright, but he never went again. Maybe it was better here? Let's hope so... He stepped up to the counter after a bit of waiting in line. "I'll have one cheese pizza." He said. He had practiced it while he waited. Another mess up like the one with Gabriel would've embarrassed him beyond belief. He payed for it (it took another $10 bill) and sat down in the restaurant, sketching as he ate a slice.
@duskshine749 Naoko looked up, closing his sketchbook. "Hm? Oh. My name is Naoko. Nice to meet you." He looked around. "This is strange." He had a sense of wonder. "In my home, I never..." He screwed up his face. He had learned most of his grammar before going to Maniacles. His lessons were never completed, and he forgot what to say sometimes. "I never can draw outside." He realized his mistake and corrected it hurriedly. "I never could draw outside. The Pests, as you call them? They swarmed around in the most beautiful of places. He looked at the radiant setting sun. A sense of longing ached at his soul. "I hope one day I can paint something like this in Japan. Without any Pests in it." In Tokyo, Pests traveled in packs. Most of the time, a group of students sticking together could fend them off, but every once in a while there would be a notice about a student murdered by Pests. There would be 30 minutes of grieving, then the school day would go back to normal. Even though they were rare, they were far too often for it to interfere with academics.