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Osko Grenkax
26 6' Force Sensitivity N


Δ Appearance
Osko stands at 6 feet flat and is surprisingly broad and muscular for someone of his race. His skin tone his on darker end of green and black eyes, he had a wild look about him that in combination with his angular face makes him handsome among his race. He carries himself with an air of dangerous arrogance, the kind of guy who would shoot you if you looked at him the wrong way. But you wouldn't know he was going to shoot you until you had three precise holes through your skull.

Osko wears dark armor of hardened leather and plastoid, designed take take many blaster shots before giving way. The armor is covered in many pouches and slots, obviously meant for storage of a lot of items. Under his armor is a muscled physique that harbors many scars and burns. How he walks you can tell he knows how to blend and knows his way around the criminal underworld, he knows the way of body language and respect among thugs. Osko has the vibe of a warrior trapped in a thug's world and it is desperate to get out.


Δ Weltanschauung
Osko views the entire galaxy as one thing. One giant challenge. And within, a trillion smaller challenges. Things to conquer and money to earn. The galaxy gives opportunities everywhere and those who seize the opportunities come out on top. His life is very much 'Carpe Diem', even in his daily life if he hasn't accomplished something or improved himself in some way, he's disgusted with himself. He'll often work out or train if he's doing nothing else. Sometimes he'll even read to learn something new. Osko has the spirit of a warrior, being a former soldier of the Chattza Clan. He enjoys a good fight and thrives on a good firefight.

Despite his predatory work ethic, Osko still has some sense of ethics. I say ethics, but their more guidelines. As a rule, he doesn't attacked unarmed. Its not a challenge for him and its not fun so he doesn't do it. Plus he finds it pathetic when they cower, it almost makes him angry how they could show such little dignity in the face of danger. If he is forced to, he will simply knock them out. Other than that, all jobs are fair game, even if they are boring, money is money. Osko likes to form plans on the go, he's adaptable and a quick thinker so he can operate and think on the fly to ensure the smoothest path to success.

Osko is rather friendly, enjoying talking with people. Although it is a fine line between friend and possible enemy for him, nonetheless he is fond of traveling places and meeting people. Osko is also very manipulative, realzing words are more powerful than any blaster could be. He is adept a making deals. He enjoys a drink and a game of pazaak (especially when the drunk patrons gamble) and despite his Rodian appearance, Osko has managed to bed some rather fine ladies of many species (much to his own bewilderment as well as anyone else's) which seems to indicate he's good at charming women (or getting them drunk enough to agree.)


Δ History
Osko was born on Rodia to a prominent figure in the Chattza clan. From the day of his birth, there was no doubt Osko would do great things for the clan. Indeed, grooming to advance into a major leadership position begin when he was around 9 years old. It was also at this time that he began training as a combatant for the clan. Training was brutal and harsh, meant to carve warriors out of boys. When being expected to become a leader of a clan centered around battle and inner primitiveness, there isn't much room for a childhood. So Osko found solace in his fellow rodians being trained for the same things, his comrades in arms. They trained together, ate together, slept in the same room. They did everything together, they were all each other had.

Osko's initiation was the elimination of an enemy of the clan. He was to join a raid on an enemy clan's stronghold. He was 15 years old. The ride to the battle was heavy with anticipation, Osko can still clearly remember the feeling in his gut and the racing of his brain, adrenaline pumping through like some sort of super powered drug. He burst out of his craft and into the fray. He got his first kill that day and never turned back. Osko went on more missions over the years, being given more leadership positions and more responsibility. It was during this time that he developed a distaste for harming the unarmed. It was a shakedown of a well known and wealthy official, political influence type of mission. Osko's team breached the building and encountered the target and told him the stakes with guns pointed in his face and threats of violence. The man dropped to the floor and began to beg for his life.

It was all too easy and too pathetic, the groveling man practically crying and pissing his pants he was so scared. They completed the mission, but it had left a bad taste in his mouth. He never took another mission like that if he could help it. The years went by and Osko's position grew. But it was when he was 24, that he received an order he couldn't comply with. It was an order to kill his best friend. Raza Morko, his best friend and lover and fellow soldier of the clan. She had been with him since the beginning and he was convinced that this woman was the one he would spend the rest of his life with. Then he got this order. Osko couldn't believe it, Raza was a superb soldier, how could this be? But the one rule was you don't question orders. So he didn't. Instead, he helped the love of his life escape.

It was a tricky thing, as she had already gone into hiding. But once he had found her, he managed to buy a cheap ship and gave her cover as she fled the system. But he was now a traitor to the clan and he couldn't go back. Osko didn't go with Raza because she would be able to blend into the tide of traffic much easier as a lone traveler. So he went alone, in the opposite direction to throw them off. He was now alone, no love, no clan. He traveled the galaxy for years, doing odd jobs and trying to stay off the clan's radar. He tried to fill the void Raza had left with women and jobs and other distractions but he dreamed about her every night and longed for the day when he could see her again. But opportunities are what makes the galaxy go round or something like that and Osko is definitely ready to seize the day...


Δ Equipment
-Custom Aforementioned Armor
- Modified Precision Blaster Pistol
- A Light weight and custom made vibrosword.
- A few other odds and ends.


Δ Skills
- Combat
- Bartering
- Pazaak
- Stealth
- Persuasion
- Blasters
- Vibroswords


Δ General Notes
TBD


Name: Jay Jindaal
Nickname(Optional): JJ
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance:

Jay is 6 foot 2, broad and muscled. Being practically straight out of training he's in the best shape of his life. His naturally blonde hair and aqua green eyes despite his chocolate skin tone is due to a chemicals accident when he was a child in Concilio City. He typically keeps shaven, although if he doesn't he will get some very light and sparse blonde stubble. Since his entering into Ordo, he has kept his blonde hair to a strict military buzz cut. He has a naturally gaunt look about him that is slightly unnerving when in comparison with his built body.

Clothing:

His out of military attire is quite simple, usually being jeans and some sort of T-shirt/Long Sleeve. He wears common boots and tennis shoes alternatively and wears a common jacket whenever he feels its cold. He never, ever takes off his dog tags. Most of the time he'll be wearing his Ordo Sanctus military uniform or flight suit.

Personality: JJ is a quiet, well mannered sort out of combat. Polite, helpful, and kind, its hard to imagine this man piloting a death machine. Although soft spoken, he isn't awkward in social situations. Or rather, if he is, he doesn't notice or care. He is someone who is very comfortable in their own skin. In combat, he becomes a completely different person. Loud, authoritative, wild, positively bloodthirsty, its a startling transition that he doesn't seem to notice, but everyone else sure will. Not to say he is this to the point of insubordination. No, he is very efficient at following orders. But he tiptoes the line.
History:

Jay Romano Jindaal was born in Concilio City to a Law Enforcement Pilot and Factory worker. He was an only child, as his mother became infertile due to the conditions at the factory she worked at. It was rough living, affording an apartment just o the edge of the slums of the city. When Jay was 5 years old, a nearing truck crashed and he was covered in chemicals. The accident turned his hair blonde and nearly caused him to go blind. It was only through the miracle surgery of one doctor that his vision survived, but his eyes would still be a somewhat milky aqua green color, never returning to their warm brown. After this incident, Jay's parents couldn't afford the medical bill. Or stay in Concilio city. They fled across the country to Navitas, where Jay's father had a well off, but ill tempered Uncle.

They managed to start a new life there and despite the high family tensions, Jay grew up with a better life than he would have in Concilio. Ever since Jay saw his father fly for the first time, he had been enthralled by Aircraft and mechanical inventios of any kind. His great uncle, who was an engineer, supported this interest and kindled it, helping Jay with whatever he could to keep the spark alive. But as Jay got older, his mind strayed away from gadgets and inventions and towards war. He had heard from a young age about the corruptions of the UNF, as his entire family were supporters of the OS. He needed to get into the fight. While his family supported the OS, they didn't support him going to fight. Both is Father and Great Uncle forbade him from going, which only made Jay angrier. At 18, he left home to find the OS and try to join the fight.

It took months to find them in Navitas, but he managed it and made contact with a recruiter. Say what you will about the OS, they can spot potential and Jay was full of it. After undergoing several examinations, he was allowed to attend Mech Pilot School. Due to his excellence, Jay completed the course in a year and a half and was qualified as a Cadet. He hadn't contacted his family since he left. Among his peers, Jay was something of a popular student simply due to his skills and kind demeanor, but now he is entering a field of which he had never experienced before, something that will bring out a part of himself he never knew...


Pilot Information:

Codename: Skull
Faction: Ordo Sanctus
Rank: Cadet
Pilot Rank: D - Novice
Pilot Suit Appearance: Whatever you'd think your standard mech pilot suit would look like, nothing special. He does have a large knife holster strapped to the right side chest of his suit though and a thigh sidearm holster.
Goal: Right now, Travel and Battle. That's all Jay has on his mind.
Weapon(s): OS Special Forces Heavy Duty Survival Knife
1911 Pistol
Specialty: Excellent Pilot and All Around Engineer/Mechanic

Valkinai Suit Information:

Valkinai Suit Name: Fury
Valkinai Appearance: Fury is a large ACU camo'ed mech standing at 135 feet. She has two grabber arms in her front that can be used for multiple purposes.
Valkinai Type: Large
Valkinai Weapon(s): Fury's right shoulder is a minigun that fires 20x102 mm rounds at several hundreds rounds per second. On her left shoulder is a guided missile launcher. Coming out of her front, on the left is a .50 caliber armor piercing machine gun used for close encounters, enemy vehicles and infantry.
Valkinai Specialty: Heavy damage, destruction, and suppression.
Special Ability: Speed

Pilot Stats(Available Points: 10):
Physical: 4
Mental: 3
Heart: 1
Teamwork: 2
Awareness: 1

Valkinai Stats(Available points: 20):
Power: 5
Speed: 3
Durability: 5
Range: 4
Energy: 3

Other notes: N/A
@Silver Fox@dabombjk

Maybe we should?

Also two big ass spiders were on my wall and I destroyed them. Just call me the arachnid slayer.
@dabombjk So do I have the go ahead to wreck house after you post your response?
@dabombjk@Silver Fox

Worded it so both of you could be there in the action after my post.

Also, edited :3
@Dabombjk Oh, just realized you're about to get your ass kicked. I'll have Kenji step in.
Kenji Omarsa

The Cornerstone


@Lunaeria@Dynamo Frokane@Silver Fox@LovelyAnastasia@dabombjk

Kenji didn't think much of it when the man didn't respond or take a cigar, everyone had their stories and it seemed this man had nothing to share. He was, however, surprised to see a bubbly young woman sit right next to him and help herself to a cigar. The Cornerstone wasn't usually a place for young and lively individuals, but people were flooding in. The bartender looked just as surprised and seemed resigned himself to a busy night.

“Hey fellas, think I could buy you your next drink? I have a ton of these free drink things to use up and my friends ditched me tonight.”

Ken observed her a moment as she ordered a drink, taking a puff on his cigar. He looked back at the dark haired man and saw he had no interest. Big surprise. But Kenji was still fairly new in town and it would do well if he had a friend to hang out with every once in a while. Especially a lady friend.

“My name is Addison, by the way, but feel free to call me Addi – or whatever you want. So, what’s the story of the two handsome strangers in the bar?”

Kenji allowed himself a smile and took the cigar out of his mouth. "My, you're quite the smooth talker. Name's Kenji or Ken, whichever you prefer. I'd be glad to have a drink, if you're offering." Kenji looked at her more closely. She was indeed a beautiful woman, long and silky brunette hair, large brown eyes and finished off with a warm smile. No doubt she was the type of girl that one would see at a club and not some smoky bar. But then again, the bar did seem to be more lively than it had been since the first night Ken walked into this place. People were talking laughing, enjoying themselves, someone had switched Jazz back and Van Morrison was playing a romantic tune.



All of a sudden, a young woman backed into Kenji's somber and surly friend. Very young, Ken observed, to the point where he wondered if she was even old enough to be in a bar. And much to Ken's bewilderment, the dark haired man pulled out some smooth moves promoting his business and simultaneously trying to pick her up. Fenton Kelly, he said. And he was a P.I. Imagine that. Ken also noticed a young man with a laptop at the end of the bar, typing away while observing the room. Much more lively indeed. Then, like in all good bars, a fight broke out. A rather tall woman stepped in between the same young woman Kelly hit on and a drunk patron who was currently hitting on her. It didn't last long and could hardly be called a fight, but Kenji noticed that the maneuver the woman used was taught in BCT in the armed services. Interesting, thought Ken. The laptop man was now arguing with a group over a spilled drink and Ken turned back towards the bar and his attention back towards Addie. Even though all this happened, he was only looking away for 10 seconds at most, as not to seem rude to his new female companion.

Ken momentarily glanced back and did a double take, seeing the laptop man being closed in on by some of the group. He saw what was about to happen and sighed, placing his half finished cigar in an ash tray. "Excuse me, Addi, I have to prevent a massive bar fight from erupting."

Kenji rose from his stool and walked over to the group. The man had backed up into the tall blonde woman, he looked to be in a tight spot. Ken crossed his arms and cleared his throat loudly, casuing the three to look back, swaying slightly. "If we have a problem, gentlemen, this needs to be taken outside and not in the middle of the bar." His crimson eyes pierced their minds and they wavered, glaring at the man and saying "Yeah, okay." Kenji gestured to the laptop man to follow him as they all headed outside. It was gonna be an interesting night.

The night air was cool as the partial moon shined down on the men, Kenji rolled his shoulders and stretched out his arms before placing his hands on his hips, looking expectantly towards the men. "You sure you wanna go through with this?" he asked them.

They rushed him.
@dabombjk Its not a big deal.
@dabombjk I think you might have characters mixed up, Kenji is not dark haired, his is snow white. You may be thinking of Fenton, which belongs to our lovely benefactor. But both Fenton and Kenji are edgy, Kenji being slightly less so.

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