Member
Name: Atlas Orville
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: Atlas stands at 5'9 with a leaner build than most but you wouldn't know it while in uniform. He wears a pair of black glasses that frames his jade color eyes and styles his short pale teal hair with minimal effort. When not in uniform, he usually wears a white collared shirt untucked and unbutton toward the top, exposing a bit of open chest and dark grey cargo pants with an teal stripe going down each side. Around his neck drapes a silver chain with a locket attached. For p
Rank: Private
Class: Shocktropper
Weapons and Equipment:
MAGS M1
3 B-Type M1 Grenades
Personality: Atlas comes off as being very studious and serious at all times, even often times being seen reading before bed. But in all honesty, he is a kind and lovable goof-ball, almost brotherly. He just doesn't let it show outside of those close to him. What friends he has can be seen razzing him while he tries to keep his serious persona in front of superiors. The seriousness is not a complete mask, however. He has a keen sense of tactics and does what he can to keep his friends and allies alive. In battle, his seriousness comes out full force, embracing the times and who he is; A soldier.
Bio:
Atlas Orville is the eldest of two siblings, twin brother and sister, Vivian and Victor. His father, Jacob, was a simple mechanic who loved to play board games with anyone who would challenge him. A spry old guy who does not act his age. His mother, bless her soul, helped raise everyone while she was alive. Her death occurred when Atlas was 13 and it was hard on the family but he did the best to keep his siblings from falling apart. His father, however, only had alcohol to wash his woes away. His skills at his trade were waning and Atlas had to pick up the slack while Victor and Vivian picked up the house duties.
For awhile, things normalized at the Orville home but then, it came crashing down again. The Empire came barreling through and destroyed Atlas' home. Thankfully, the twins hid beyond view but Jacob was worse for wear, on death's door. Atlas, not willing to let another parent die, carried brother and sister in both arms and his father on his back and headed for Gallia. When he reached his destination, he collapsed of exhaustion, running on willpower alone. He roused to consciousness with Victor asleep at his bedside, Vivian crying and his father in the bed next time, bandaged and stabilized. He had saved his family. But what if he wasn't there? What if some other families suffered the same deed but met a dead end? There was no what if. This was happening. At that moment, he couldn't bare it anymore. He enlisted in Gallia's military force as a shock-trooper. He could not let another family die. Not as long as he drew breath.
RP Sample:
The dawn approached, the sun shining through the currents and onto an empty bed. Normally, a younger man could be seen rolling over, away from the sun and trying to recapture lost dreams; today is not this day. Standing in front of a mirror stands the young man who normally could not be torn from his bed, dawning a uniform of blue and red. Tying every lace of his boot, buttoning every button and pressing out every crease, Atlas stands in front of the mirror, barely recognizing himself.
"Well, Atlas, time to put the world on your shoulders" He says to himself with a confident and uplifting tone.
Before, this phrase was used to help me through rough days in his father's garage. Today, it takes on a new meaning. He opens the door and walks out of his room, leaving his old life behind without looking back. Each step felt filled with purpose, unwavering and strong. However, he couldn't just leave. Not yet. He hangs a left down the hall and slowly approaches the only door available. Atlas gulps without realizing and hesitantly opens the door. The room hangs in darkness, the curtains pulled to avoid an early awakening. There lies Jacob Orville, resting and recovering from an attack from the Empire. Atlas looks upon his father, his fist clenching, instinctively, but relaxes upon seeing Victor and Vivian. They, too, are asleep at their father's side. Now, more than ever, they wanted to stick together.
"Sorry. I can't sit by and let you all be hurt again. I'll take the fight back to the Empire. And then?", he chuckles a little at the thought before continuing, "Well, we'll get to that when i come home". Atlas stiffens and turns to leave before saying "Good bye"
The door closes and he leaves behind all of his doubts before emerging from the shelter a solider.
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: Atlas stands at 5'9 with a leaner build than most but you wouldn't know it while in uniform. He wears a pair of black glasses that frames his jade color eyes and styles his short pale teal hair with minimal effort. When not in uniform, he usually wears a white collared shirt untucked and unbutton toward the top, exposing a bit of open chest and dark grey cargo pants with an teal stripe going down each side. Around his neck drapes a silver chain with a locket attached. For p
Rank: Private
Class: Shocktropper
Weapons and Equipment:
MAGS M1
3 B-Type M1 Grenades
Personality: Atlas comes off as being very studious and serious at all times, even often times being seen reading before bed. But in all honesty, he is a kind and lovable goof-ball, almost brotherly. He just doesn't let it show outside of those close to him. What friends he has can be seen razzing him while he tries to keep his serious persona in front of superiors. The seriousness is not a complete mask, however. He has a keen sense of tactics and does what he can to keep his friends and allies alive. In battle, his seriousness comes out full force, embracing the times and who he is; A soldier.
Bio:
Atlas Orville is the eldest of two siblings, twin brother and sister, Vivian and Victor. His father, Jacob, was a simple mechanic who loved to play board games with anyone who would challenge him. A spry old guy who does not act his age. His mother, bless her soul, helped raise everyone while she was alive. Her death occurred when Atlas was 13 and it was hard on the family but he did the best to keep his siblings from falling apart. His father, however, only had alcohol to wash his woes away. His skills at his trade were waning and Atlas had to pick up the slack while Victor and Vivian picked up the house duties.
For awhile, things normalized at the Orville home but then, it came crashing down again. The Empire came barreling through and destroyed Atlas' home. Thankfully, the twins hid beyond view but Jacob was worse for wear, on death's door. Atlas, not willing to let another parent die, carried brother and sister in both arms and his father on his back and headed for Gallia. When he reached his destination, he collapsed of exhaustion, running on willpower alone. He roused to consciousness with Victor asleep at his bedside, Vivian crying and his father in the bed next time, bandaged and stabilized. He had saved his family. But what if he wasn't there? What if some other families suffered the same deed but met a dead end? There was no what if. This was happening. At that moment, he couldn't bare it anymore. He enlisted in Gallia's military force as a shock-trooper. He could not let another family die. Not as long as he drew breath.
RP Sample:
The dawn approached, the sun shining through the currents and onto an empty bed. Normally, a younger man could be seen rolling over, away from the sun and trying to recapture lost dreams; today is not this day. Standing in front of a mirror stands the young man who normally could not be torn from his bed, dawning a uniform of blue and red. Tying every lace of his boot, buttoning every button and pressing out every crease, Atlas stands in front of the mirror, barely recognizing himself.
"Well, Atlas, time to put the world on your shoulders" He says to himself with a confident and uplifting tone.
Before, this phrase was used to help me through rough days in his father's garage. Today, it takes on a new meaning. He opens the door and walks out of his room, leaving his old life behind without looking back. Each step felt filled with purpose, unwavering and strong. However, he couldn't just leave. Not yet. He hangs a left down the hall and slowly approaches the only door available. Atlas gulps without realizing and hesitantly opens the door. The room hangs in darkness, the curtains pulled to avoid an early awakening. There lies Jacob Orville, resting and recovering from an attack from the Empire. Atlas looks upon his father, his fist clenching, instinctively, but relaxes upon seeing Victor and Vivian. They, too, are asleep at their father's side. Now, more than ever, they wanted to stick together.
"Sorry. I can't sit by and let you all be hurt again. I'll take the fight back to the Empire. And then?", he chuckles a little at the thought before continuing, "Well, we'll get to that when i come home". Atlas stiffens and turns to leave before saying "Good bye"
The door closes and he leaves behind all of his doubts before emerging from the shelter a solider.
