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Star Wars: Fear (In need of rebels)

Vice Admiral Kal Barris sat at his new desk, scrolling through the datapad he held in his hand. He had been reviewing reports from the planet he had just been assigned to. He began to understand why the rebels had been so hard to drive off the planet. Kal began to run simulations in his head trying to find any other ways of securing the planet. He couldn’t bombard the planet, because of the precious materials on its surface. A full frontal assault would be too costly to call a victory.
Kal’s eyes widened while looking over some of the troop counts and conditions. On this entire planet, there was only one incinerator trooper on the entire planet. No wonder the previous commander had wished him luck saying he would need it. Low ammunition, small troop numbers, pitiful morale. This was what was standing in front of his promotion to admiral.
As the Vice Admiral was lost deep in thought a loud explosion sounded some distance away from him. Kal quickly stood up and moved to the door out into the hall. As he stepped outside two stormtroopers immediately fell into step behind him. He could hear fighting all around the fortress. The rebels wouldn’t launch a frontal assault unless… looking out a window he could see a group of the workers fighting a squad of stormtroopers. This is an inconvenience. He could tell the garrison was struggling against the rebels. He had wanted to save this weapon for later, but the fortress had to stand.
On his command, the sky lit up and engines roared as his personal flagship the Echidna came down into the atmosphere. A screaming noise could be heard as a squad of tie fighters shot out of the Star Destroyer and began to strafe the rebel forces. He was cautious about using any more of his forces because this was all the back up he was getting. He leaned over to the guard on the left and told him to bring him that incinerator trooper. After watching the battle for a few more minutes he began to walk back to his quarters.

Star Wars: Fear (In need of rebels)

@Default ok when I get the chance today I will post

Star Wars: Fear (In need of rebels)

Vice Admiral Kal Barris

Name: Kal Barris
Age: 33
Appearance: A lithe man about 5'11" in height he weighs about 175 lbs. He has short brown hair and green eyes.
Rank: Vice Admiral
Strengths:
-Tactical mind
-Charismatic
-Capable pilot
-Mediocre melee combatant
Weaknesses:
-Lacks empathy
-Brash
-Immense disdain for rebel scum
-Lack of armor
Bio: There are no records in the Imperial database about Kal before enrolling in the Academy. As a young cadet, his teachers nearly failed him, because of his constant disobedience of Imperial doctrines and protocol in battle simulations. He believed that they were faulty and should be modified to be more efficient, while his instructors believed that a cadet shouldn't modify tried and true doctrines. Once out of the academy Kal was stationed on the Chimaera, the flagship of Grand Admiral Thrawn. The Admiral saw potential in the young man and taught him how to analyze and predict his enemies movements. Kal rose quickly through the ranks. He has just been given charge of Sullust with orders to finish the rebels off.
Equipment:
-Imperial Class Star Destroyer

My Hider

-Imperial officer uniform
Other:

Star Wars: Fear (In need of rebels)

Vice Admiral Kal Barris

Name: Kal Barris
Age: 33
Appearance: A lithe man about 5'11" in height he weighs about 175 lbs. He has short brown hair and green eyes.
Rank: Vice Admiral
Strengths:
-Tactical mind
-Charismatic
-Capable pilot
-Mediocre melee combatant
Weaknesses:
-Lacks empathy
-Brash
-Immense disdain for rebel scum
-Lack of armor
Bio: There are no records in the Imperial database about Kal before enrolling in the Academy. As a young cadet, his teachers nearly failed him, because of his constant disobedience of Imperial doctrines and protocol in battle simulations. He believed that they were faulty and should be modified to be more efficient, while his instructors believed that a cadet shouldn't modify tried and true doctrines. Once out of the academy Kal was stationed on the Chimaera, the flagship of Grand Admiral Thrawn. The Admiral saw potential in the young man and taught him how to analyze and predict his enemies movements. Kal rose quickly through the ranks. He has just been given charge of Sullust with orders to finish the rebels off.
Equipment:
-Imperial Class Star Destroyer

My Hider

-Imperial officer uniform
Other:

will get a picture tomorrow

First Fleet, Dynamic SciFi Campaign, High Casual

Hhhmmmm might wanna be the commander or a group commander.

Star Wars: Fear (In need of rebels)

Hey wondering if I can make a cs to post. I am thinking of an imperial admiral or commander.

First Fleet, Dynamic SciFi Campaign, High Casual

What is the exact make up of the fleet if you don't mind me asking?

Vikings Westward (closed)

Harek was walking through the main street of Kattegat just as the sun was setting behind the horizon. He hated being away from England, away from raiding. He had to find a captain to get him back to the island. The only reason he was back here was because he had been impaled through his side by a spear in his last fight. The skirl had said something stupid like "You need better healers than what we have here." Harek was going to argue back, but then he had passed out from blood loss. He had only woken up once they were at sea.

Harek looked up in front of him to see the Kings hall in front of him. Outside the hall a group of people were dancing and drinking. The raid captains in town would likely be dining with the king, so he would have to get in there. Harek pulled the wolfs head lower to cover most of his face. Most people would see the pelt and know what he was and stay away. He began to make his way through the crowd towards the doors.

Reidun was dancing and having a good time when she saw a familiar warrior that she had not seen in quite some time. Leaving the group of new friends she stepped over to him. "Harek? What are you doing here? I thought you were already in England somewhere. You look well." She smiled.

Harek looked up at the voice saying his name surprised. He tended to make a point of not giving away his name to anyone who asked. It somewhat took away from the mystery of the Úlfhéðnar. Harek recognized the hair immediatley, not many people had such a shock of red hair. "Reidun it's good to see you. Last time I saw you was years ago." He had been on one of Aksel's first raids, and had thought he was a promising raider. "I was in Britain until shortly, I am actually looking for a raid to join back to England."

Reidun smirked a little and took him by the arm and lead him inside. "Well then I'm sure you'll join Aksel's group. I think we are leaving in two or three days time at the most. The last time I saw you I was much shorter." She grinned at the memory, he had quite scared her back then but not anymore. Aksel teased her that she should be more wary or she would one day come across someone who would eat her alive before she became concerned.

Reidun saw Aksel talking to a woman and her eyes rolled almost involuntarily. She was quite used to seeing him wooing women. This one he was talking seriously to and it made her grin.

"Aksel is now leading his own groups.... wow I am old. Wait is this your first raid?" Harek let himself grin at that. It was always entertaining to watch someone on their first raid. The optimism, the hopes of untold riches; then they cross the sea for the first time and spend most of the journey watching the fish from their viewpoint hanging over the railing.

Reidun's smile vanished as she realized he was picking at her. "No, It's not my first time raiding. I just haven't crossed the ocean to do it before. I still can't swim." She said as quietly as she could. Half the battle of fighting was knowing your enemy's weaknesses and that was hers. "Aksel is just there." Reidun pointed towards him and looked down. She knew that her friends needed to know so if she fell overboard they would save her but she felt it made her a liability.

"Eh I couldn't swim until my fifth time across the sea. Make sure you tell the crew, I was stupid and thought it made me weak. I learned how to swim that fifth time by tripping on a rope and falling off the side. The other guys thought I could swim, so they sat there laughing. I learned how to swim right then and there."

Harek grinned at her and turned to walk towards Aksel.

Reidun nodded and smiled at his memory. "Well I would like to learn before we go out there in the depths. It is frightening to think one could just disappear as if not more than a drop of water." She squeezed his hand and moved to leave him.

Vikings Westward (closed)

Harek Hallson

Name: Harek Hallson

Race/Faction: Viking Raider

Age: 32

Description: Harek is slightly taller than the average man at 5'11" and weighs about 195 lbs. Harek wears no armor as is tradition by Úlfhéðnar. He wears the wolf head that signifies his position with pride. He has long blond hair and a scraggly beard; with deep blue eyes he is the personification of Norse blood. He has scars crisscrossed across his body (probably a byproduct of not wearing armor), though his face is surprisingly unscathed.

He is the one on the left. Your left.

"Class": Úlfhéðnar

History: Harek is a Úlfhéðnar. That is all that needs to be said about what he has endured. A personal warrior of Odin, he has gone through endless pain to reach where he has today. His father was a raider, his father's father was a raider, and so on. Raiding was in his blood, so it was natural for him to join a long ship to the west when he came of age. That is where he found himself; the heat of combat made his blood boil, the blood of his enemies was the sweetest nectar, his sword biting into his enemies gave him immense joy. He was in love, in love with war. He only returned to his homeland when forced to, preferring to "hunt" prey in the pathetic Christian lands. After years slaughtering in the British Isles he earned his bearskin. Now a full fledged beserker he was among the elite of the Viking raiders. He enjoyed the promotion because it meant he had more chances to kill. More chances to taste the blood of his enemies. The next part of his life was a blur of constant combat and pain. Fight, heal, fight, heal, fight, heal......... He loved it. Eventually he was chosen to be a warrior of Odin. The hofgothi tested his body, pushing him to his thresh hold of pain and life. Harek emerged from it a changed man, no longer afraid of death he was a true servant of Odin. He was a weapon for the gods to use against their enemies.

Strengths: Incredible warrior; fearless; terrifying

Weakness: blood crazed; quite insane; fanatic

What is the most important thing to know about your character?

He is an insane, homicidal, maniac who kills for the fun of it.

What is your character's greatest flaw?

Well...... as previously mentioned he is an insane, homicidal, maniac who kills for the fun of it. So yeah.....

my example

It was always annoying working with a newer raiding party. Of course the skirl was a veteran raider, but it was his first time leading his own raid. That had lead him into making some rookie mistakes, all very minor. Those minor mistakes though have compounded into the raiding party being barricaded inside a small hamlet, surrounded by a large militia made up of the surrounding villages. The skirl had stayed in this area for too long, causing the villages to finally strike back against the raiders with organized resistance.

They had been enjoying themselves in the small village when the militia came out of the woods already surrounding the village. They numbered about three times the viking's numbers. Harek had been eating an apple from the village's food supplies when the militia came out of the woods. That had been two hours ago and the rookie captain had yet to think of a way out of this. Harek was tired of waiting and wanted blood. He had gave the captain a chance, but time was up. Getting up he walked over to the captain and nudged him with his boot.

"Get a fire started and bring me any men with bows. Prepare the rest for battle." Harek began to stretch his sword arm and check his sword for rust. When the fire began to burn brightly Harek waved the five men who had brought bows for hunting over to him. He looked over at the armed peasants over in the woods and had the archers shoot one volley into the woods. The trees blocked most of the arrows, but one managed to land into the crowd of men. The peasant scooted back from where they thought the range of the arrows are. Harek turned around and told the men with axes to start cutting cottages into firewood. Harek couldn't wait much longer, he needed a fight. He needed to make a hole in the enemy and he was fairly sure he knew how.

The formation of Vikings slowly made their way towards the peasants. They were chanting while pressing forward in a shield wall. The peasants were backing up every time the vikings took a step forward. They weren't seasoned warriors like the vikings and most had never killed a man before. The militia had backed farther and farther into the woods. As the vikings reached the edge of the forest they stopped and for a second the world was silent. Harek stepped out of the formation in one hand his sword and in the other a burning plank from one of the houses. As he took a few steps forward he could feel the the dead leaves beneath his feet. It had been a while since rain had fallen. He held the flaming stick out in front of him and looked deep into the fire. He then turned to the right and threw the stick. It spun for a bit then landed in the brush a distance away. For a second nothing happened then a small flame could be seen growing. Harek let out a shout and 15 other torches came flying out of the formation and began to make more small fires.

The fire began to spread and grow quickly. The militia began to back away from the fires, causing a group to be isolated from the rest of their comrades. Harek let out a war cry and charged the isolated group. His fellow raider broke the shield wall and also charged. The combat was brutally short and the vikings showed no mercy. As Harek struck down the last man he looked for another target, seeing the frightened faces on the other side of the fire and began to sprint toward the fire. Right before he reached the fire three vikings grabbed him and began dragging him away. Harek was screaming bloody murder at the vikings telling them to let him go. The Vikings made their escape in the cover of the fire.

Star Wars: The Bigger Picture

Hey I was wondering if I could apply and if there was room for another dark side user? Thank you.