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Name:Garret Wilhelm
Age:28
Gender:Male
Appearance:Underneath the helmet is pale golden hair that is closely cropped, his hazel eyes have a green tinting to them and they seem distant as if he is in another world.
Equipment:1 H&K MP500 machine gun
1 APP-3 pistol
1 Data pad that feeds into the hud device over his eyes.
1 pair of HUD glasses that keep track of ammo count, help identify targets, and give live feeds to Tactical HQ and his employer.
1 Respirator for breathing on the surface.
4 stun grenades.
spare magazines and pocket lint.

Ability:Photographic Reflexes (Physical)
-Abilities Strengths:He is able to see any physical move and copy it. So martial arts forms and moves he can learn it just by watching, this makes him the perfect soldier but despite this he isn't any faster and stronger than any peak physical human so he isn't a super soldier.
-Abilities Weaknesses:His mind can only hold so much information so there are often gaps in his memory where he will forget things he also gets frequent migraines and headaches, also he is physically no better than any peak athlete and his ability prevents him from copying any physical abilities that would otherwise be impossible for humans.

Personal Skills:Advanced martial arts skills, skilled with a weapon, engineering experience especially in robotics, combat experience.
Personal Weaknesses:Post Traumatic stress from battle and from childhood, Anger and control issues, Alcoholism, and women who he sees as he has to go out of his way to protect.

History:Garret grew up in South Africa on Earth, his father and mother were extremely neglectful and often ignored their child, it wasn't until a few warlords rose against the U.S.F in South Africa that his parents actually paid attention to their child and it was to often blame them for why they were broke and why things were hard to come by. Often this ended with a smack across the face from his mother and a hit or two from his father, things escalated from slaps to hits, from hits to kicks and then beatings often times ending in broken bones. By 14 years old the warlords milita, finally reached his part of the country and he left to join the rebels learning how to fight.

Two years later the war ended and the sixteen year old Garret returned home the rebellion a failure and anyone who joined their cause as a war criminal so his final act as a rebel was to burn down his home and ensure his parents were within the flames as he burned them alive. Then he went on the run, his life on the lam led him to a mechanics shop and a friendly old mechanic whose son died a rebel so naturally he took the boy under his wing and taught him how to fix vehicles from there Garret remained with the older man as a mechanic hiding in plain sight.

Shortly after his 18th birthday Garret joined the U.S.F base stationed in Africa and his skill as a mechanic quickly earned him a spot into the 212th Combat Engineering group, a group that was quickly thrust into fighting in Africa which had remained quite a hive of civil unrest even into these years. His job was to squash the occasional dissenting group and uprising that wanted to be free from U.S.F hands. This led to somewhat of a internal debate in the mind of Garret, who for the most part used to be one of them and now he was killing them.

Finally he had enough of the fighting and after his 22nd birthday ended up returning home to the mechanics shop only to found the only man who had ever fathered him dead. Alone, scared and looking for a place in the world he walked out of the only place he called home.

So he left Africa and ended up in the hands of the Lome Corporation who used his knowledge of a mechanic for their robotics program and his knowledge of combat to be used as a private contractor so they trained him. They transferred him to Mars and he did combat and mechanic work for Lome there until his ability manifested, there they took notice and they transferred him around a little before putting him in with their best and brightest soldiers and robots. His mission was to watch and train, maintain company property and interests, and plug up any leaks.
Corminna smiled at the Mando and gently tapped his side gently. "Be a good boy and go get my things from bay 3 please? It should be a big gray trunk inside the shuttle there." She asked smiling widely at him and throwing him her puppy dog eyes, at the mention of Belona she perked up and interjected. "If I may, my father served as a storm trooper on Belona before it was a prison colony. And he still serves on that rock as a prison guard. Perhaps it would be easier if we contacted him on the way and asked him for his clearance." She said, looking around at the others.

For a moment she studied the other human, he was pretty handsome and seemed more her type. For a moment she thought about flirting with him in the presence of his friend but thought against it. She frowned for a moment and thoughts about getting in and out of the prison began to flit through her head. "We can always just knock politely." She joked, and looked down at her feet.
I've been having troubles with my computer. But i think i got it stabilized.
Cormminna looked at the man across the table from her and she smiled a coy smile. "How bout a drink here for my friend." She shouted across the catina and the bartender just nodded. She took in the man across from her some more and pulled the knives out of her sleeve and the pistol out of her boot setting her holstered blaster on the pistol. "No tricks, here mister. Only reason that man got what he deserved was I wasn't drunk enough, and he didn't buy me a drink." She said, her voice soft almost inviting, as she took another drink. She was going to say more but a sudden beeping from her datapad brought her back into reality. "Excuse me." She stated, looking at her datapad quickly the message telling her to head to Bay five. "I got to go." Her voice was hurried and she quickly gathered her things and paid her tab leaving the man behind.

As she made her way to hangar bay five she found it quite crowded, but she knew she was late the ship sat there the two strange aliens she saw in the Cantina standing there talking with each other and a group of others, the one in the robes stood out and her hand slowly went down to her blaster, Slowly she approached them. "Are you guys who I'm supposed to meet, what's the job?" She asked to nobody in particular.
Corminna walked through the station, for the most part getting a feel for her surroundings walking around one of the many cantinas contained with in, it was a habit of hers just in case she ran into trouble. Taking in every entrance and exit, making escape routes and places she could hide out at if things went south quickly, not that she was expecting it to be a ambush but a girl needed to be prepared. Content with her work she walked towards the front door, and nearly got bowled over by a group of fleeing men and twi'leks who were heading out in a hurry, almost reluctantly she entered the cantina.

Almost instantly she felt at home it wasn't any different from every other cantina within the galaxy rife with the riff-raft that made her feel comfortable. She took a booth behind a Ssi-Ruu and some other alien she didn't recognize. Both of them seemed out of place, exotic even. She took them in with a curious interest ordering her drink and taking them in further, but then a man interrupted her from her thoughts plopping down next to her and speaking in a slightly slurred voice. "Hey baby, I'm Krak. Can i head up your loading ramp?" He asked, looking at her and touching her thigh. Normally she wouldn't mind what this guy was doing, especially if he was buying drinks but she could feel the sleaze coming off of him so she sucker punched him hard in shock he moved out of the booth. "You Karking idiot." He shouted, reaching for a blaster pistol but Corminna was quicker and before he could even pull it from it's holster she delivered a sharp kick to the chest dropping him to the ground gasping for air, content she sat back in her booth muttering curses and looking at her datapad.
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Name:Corminna Orcos
Age:24
Race:Human
Appearance:


Skills/abilities:
  • Multiple languages including (Mando'a, Shyriiwook (Can understand and translate but can't speak it.), and Huttesse
  • Skilled with hold out blasters, and blaster pistols
  • Skilled unarmed and melee combat fighter
  • Charismatic for her it's more throwing her looks around and flirting even going as far as sleeping with the guy for information or to get close to a target.
  • Master of disguise: She is able to maintain a variety of disguises and fake lives she could be a senator one day and the next she could be a greasy mechanic.


Weaknesses:
  • Unable to form relationships or a total inability to relate to someone which often makes her seem a little cold
  • Several debts to crime lords.
  • A unhealthy amount of stuffed animal toys which she is obsessed with and if even one goes missing she gets upset and normally fails her job. Her favorite is a stuffed wampa toy named "Ruthbert"
  • Alcoholic
  • Full on combat: She generally prefers the stealthy approach and if engaged in a full on fight she can't handle the stress.
  • Can't pilot anything unless you want it flown into a wall
  • Unhealthy obsession with her appearance and her clothing.


Equipment:
  • Hold-out blaster pistol in her boots or in her sleeves if she has to wear shoes.
  • One Dl-22 blaster pistol.
  • Datapad
  • Survival knife among her sleeves, contains a energy cell.
  • Vibroknife
  • Voice disguiser, that has been modified to sound like various species as well.
  • Slicing Gizmo.
I'll probably be making more of a thief/slicer character and perhaps a little bit of mastery of disguise. :P
Double post.
Not much is mentioned about the Aiel war besides the last days of it being on the Dragonmount and Rand's birth being there.

Edit:And how it started

Edit2:But i'm fine with the trolloc wars.
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