CT-6887 (Sparky)

[CT-6887 (Sparky)]

Play-By: Clone Trooper from Star Wars Name: CT-6887 Nicknames: Sparks, Sparky, Sparkers, (anything along those lines EXCEPT Sparkles!) Age: 12 (looks 24) Sex: Male Species: Mandolorian Clone [Jango Fett] Home World: Kamino Faction: (Former Republic, now Empire) - 41st Elite Corps Title: Clone Scout Trooper Rank: Private Force Sensitive: No Hair: Jet black and cut so short it's almost like peach fuzz! Short and soft enough to almost be called 'fluffy'. Eyes: Brown (Chestnut-Chocolate) Body Shape: Athletic; all clones must maintain a certain level of physical condition. He gets most of his strength from muscular endurance (strongest in the shoulder, biceps, and quadriceps) and cardiovascular. Height: 1.83 Metres (6 feet) Weight: 160.94 pounds (73 Kilograms) Scars, Piercings, Tattoos:  Scars: Naturally being in the thick of battle, there are the occasional cuts and bruises along his body that come and go as they usually do. On the left side of his face is what I'll call a 'mental scar'. This was where the crack in his helmet was during his last minutes of the fire before rescue, and probably the most severe of his burns he received. However, physical wounds heal but the mental ones remain. While he is 'scarred' from fire itself, he remembers the flashes of pain from the side of his face. Occasionally, he'll run his fingers across the left jaw bone, expecting to feel a scar and finding none. Languages Spoken:  - Basic - Republic “Codes” - A bit of Mandolorian (what clone doesn’t?!) - Gibberish or random noises. He’s good a guessing! Clothing and Armour: With plastoid armor and a body glove on his neck, forearms and upper legs, Sparky can officially say that’s he’s tested the extremes of his armor. While it protects from blaster bolts, the time plays an important factor in the protection from extremes in temperature (despite the coolant system). While it saved his life, Sparky still has the scars to show from what happens when you’re in the heat too long (See History). The gaps in between the plates and the body glove give openings for attacks, leaving certain areas exposed. While this is at a disadvantage, it also allows for easy flexibility and movement. The style, Phase I, was based off of the Mandolorian armor and due to the lack of knowledge of the human body, the armor doesn't find quite right and is heavy. Camouflaged at all times (whether it’s forest, sand, or snow), the armor was designed for scouts to secretly slide around in the bushes, allowing Sparky to disappear almost entirely. The visor plate on his helmet is wider, allowing him to have a wider field of vision. The helmet is blindered, limiting his view and focus directly forward. However, the helmet allows him to hear the sounds of the environment, as well as smells, so that the trooper is still capable of drawing information (although the helmet does contain enhanced breathing filters). The armor comes with a belt, also containing a few pouches or pockets to keep various items (such as ammo, and extra rations).  Weaponry: Sparky carries a few weapons. The Electro Magnetic Pulse Grenade (EMP Grenade) mostly used for quiet take outs; even scouts need a quiet way of taking out the droids. He doesn’t use them often, nor does he carry very many around at once (packs light). Regardless, they may come in handy when trying to sneak past one or a few droids without making the whole army know of his presence.  The DC-15x Sniper Rifle is the main weapon the scout carries. Sparky is good enough to get himself into a position where he can shoot off enemies one by one. Not only does the weapon carry small amounts of ammo (less to carry), but it is easy to store, relatively speaking. He has fashioned a sort of sling in which he can carry the rifle across his back and strap it down. This allows him to have the mobility of his arms for climbing trees and to maintain proper balance. A pistol is kept against his left hip, however he does prefer to use his right hand. It is kept off to the side mostly for motion capabilities; having more equipment on his dominant side limits the amount of movement he can perform. Occasionally, he switched it to the right, but almost always it is on the left. Resources: Being a clone trooper, not many things are personally ‘his’. He does ride a BARC Speeder at times, but home is either on the field or onboard ship. Sparky does however, have nifty little tools that allow him to give off his location and take maps of the area. Most scouts he knows are now beginning to receive this technology, but it’s a handy way of being able to send positions and hazardous areas. The device straps onto the wrist or clips onto a belt for easy carrying and access, is durable, and about the size of a large watch or wrist band. The buttons along the side allow the scout to take the coordinates of his current location and mark them to create a map of exactly where they had been. There are a few other tools Sparky uses; nightview macrobinoculars (able to read elevations, altitudes, and the distance in either night time or daytime), an imagecaster (to physically show the surrounding area and record video), and of course comm. Links. These are normally kept inside his various pouches or pockets, always ready to be of use. Appearance: Unpredictable as he may be, Sparky may look just like any other clone until you get to know him a little better. At first glance, he seems a little on the skinny/smaller size, being almost 10-15 pounds lighter than the others. The camouflaged pattern is a dead giveaway of his job, and the sniper across his back can give evidence on his steadiness. Once the helmet is removed, the scar across his the lower part of his face tends to leave people wondering. He holds himself rather proudly. He's no officer, but he does have enough pride to make him stand straight. Chin lifted high and shoulders square, he has the constant aura of readiness. His visor tends to sweep the area constantly, proving his alertness and focus. As for on the job, good luck trying to find him. When he suddenly appears to your left, or even right behind you it's enough to startle the most aware. Strengths:  - Stealth: As he was trained, Sparks is definitely great at it. From the moment he was able to walk he had been taught certain techniques of foot placement to ensure the quietest of steps. Even in situations that require fast moving, as in jogging or running, Sparky can judge the best way to avoid making loud noises and keep the camouflaged pattern steady enough to avoid suspicion and notice. - Observant: Noticing every little detail comes almost too easy. The slightest sound or alteration to the environment sticks out like a sore thumb making it easy to detect trouble. The widened visor allows maximum capability to use this technique, giving more use to the peripheral vision. Directly tied to his skills of observance and stealth, Sparky is able to draw conclusions from the information he spots. It can be anything from tree patterns, to colours, trails of broken twigs and grasses, and even tracks. He can tell where they came from, and possibly even the height and weight. - Steadiness: The ability to have good stealth ties in with the capability to stand completely still. No matter what position Sparky may be in, he can hold it for a relatively long amount of time. Even so, he can shift between stances slowly and steadily to not disrupt the environment and ruin his hiding spot. - High Speeds: Once again, as training ensures, Sparky can pick out various amounts of information while at high speeds. Speeder bikes or even low flying machines over the surface are no problem. The clone can detect safe places to land, stop, as well as places to avoid despite the speed he is travelling. - Boosting morale: Good humoured and natured, he tends to cheer up some of his brothers by keeping things 'interesting'. He's a box full of surprises, no one knowing if he's three miles ahead or following in your footsteps. Sometimes he can make it a game, picking on the unsuspecting soldier to fall victim to surprise. His sometimes sarcastic tone (among troopers his rank, no way to officers!) makes the simplest joke seem funnier, over all lightening the mood. Weaknesses:  - Fire: The very word makes him uneasy. (Explained in Personality) He'll sometimes fidget, or find some kind of way to ease the inner struggle of panic. He knows panic is probably the worst emotion to feel EVER, being able to cause misjudgment. It makes him feel dysfunctional, and perhaps even give a slight hesitation in the right situation (such as forest fire, etc). Fire creates a small obstacle that Sparky most over come, making a little inner conflict. - Due to his size (and the lack of knowledge of the human body) the suit of armor doesn't completely fit right. It's a one size fits all type of deal. Chaffing from the armor causes a lot of discomfort; not only that but Sparky is also slightly lighter than the others making matters almost twice as worse. The skin is also dry (no time to moisturize in battle!), and sometimes itchy after being in armor for several weeks at a time without removing it. - Sleep: In the field Sparky can be prone to the occasional nightmare, and sleeping away from fire makes sleeping uncomfortable and rough (cold). Often times he enjoys looking up at the stars, distracted from his tiredness until he realises it's too late. - Sidetracked: When in his own world, he can be a little oblivious. While it doesn’t happen on the job, they’re prone to sneak up on him. He’ll be pulled back in his memory, and it’ll take a bit to “wake him up”. This only happens when he's alone, or extremely exhausted. He's probably not the only clone out there that gets tired. - Complete obedience: While it may seem like a good thing to follow orders without question, it can quickly lead to the other way around. If he was asked by a superior, Sparky would leap to his feet and get straight to it. He was only a private, no one really 'special' when it comes rank wise. While there are hundreds of him out there, but just as any other Sparky would run himself to exhaustion if order to do so. While alone he knows it's stupid to jump off a cliff without knowing what's underneath, but when faced with the option he can't help but comply. If all your friends jumped off a cliff; would you go too? Goals:  - The typical “Clone Trooper goal”: To WIN the war. - To survive…again. - To extinguish his fear of fire. Fears:  -Fire; anything to do with it: the smell, the memory, the sight. - Not being able to physically or mentally do his job resulting in being ‘kicked out’ of the army. - Death, having one of his fits or episodes, or extreme pain… again. Personality: Sparky, being the typical clone trooper, has an attitude and focus ready for work. The patrols and scouting ahead alone are his finest moments, and he loves them. His focus is incomparable and almost shocking. He’ll snap to attention and move with a purpose, the way it ‘should be’. Definitely observant, and analysing the situations to find the best possible outcome. He's normally relaxed; loose, flexible and ready for the next surprise. However skilled and 'Yes sir' he may be, Sparky still has a bit of a humoristic side. He enjoys playing 'tricks' on his brothers, generally sneaking up behind them and giving them a jump. Occasionally, he's known to be sarcastic and enjoyable company. Around officers, he maintains as much focus as possible, but still can't resist the urge to joke around with his brothers in whatever free time they have. The one personality that conquers most is the reaction to fire. Fire causes a panic overdrive within the subconscious of Sparky’s mind. The initial thought process is to panic, flail and escape in whatever means necessary, and not always in that order. He's close, but will not actually do this unless under the extreme conditions. He’ll find any excuse to not sit by the fire, ‘feed’ the fire, get wood for it, or even stomp out a spark. The very word makes him clench his teeth together and sometimes drum or twitch his fingers to distract himself. Although the experience was traumatizing, Sparky can't help but want to get closer to fire; it's a love hate relationship. While he is at times terrified, his brain constantly tests himself to improve and be rid of this 'menace'. He needs to conquer his fear, step out of bounds and stop being dysfunctional. It is dispiriting to know you're afraid of something everyone else isn't, but all the while it gives him more determination and drive to accomplish his goals. For the other clones it's to win the war, for Sparky it's to win the war over Separatists and fire. History: Growing up on Kamino, Sparky lived as the typical clone trooper. Naturally, his life was very structured from the first moment he could remember. Everything had a purpose, and everything had a certain order. Every moment of his life was planned and ruled out for him, and all Sparky had to do was survive it. His fellow brothers had similar stories, all starting from some point. Sparky then moved on from being a cadet and into the actual Army life. He had managed to pass with flying colours, taking true pride in his ability to melt into his surroundings and disappear entirely. Of course he was cloned to perform the tasks, but Sparky didn’t care; camouflage looked good! The moment he was issued it for the first time really meant something to him; it was the start, the moving on, the ‘here I come world!’ (It also meant being off Kamino). While he thought passing training was a challenge, the real deal was a whole ‘nother world. His job as a scout was solitary, passing the time miles ahead of the remaining troops in order to ensure proper safety while travelling between locations. New, he took it very seriously on his first mission. This was real, and definitely no simulation. It was something he learned the hard way. Travelling north several kilometres in front of the others, he and his squad were scouting the forest area for Separatists or natives. The planet hadn’t seen water in what appeared to be months, for what was left of the forest was dry and shrivelled shrub and trees. Thick as it was, it still proved the challenge.  At first, it was starting off well and without problems. However, on further investigation, Sparky encountered a ‘fire blockade’. Reporting his findings, the clone proceeded west toward the direction of the wind. It should have pushed the fire directly opposite his current movement, but when he encountered fire again, immediately the scout knew something was up. Once again, reporting his findings he retreated south toward the initial rendezvous point. When he met the wall of flames again, he reported a trap and a retreat. Fleeing east, the last direction possible, Sparky knew he was done for when smoke rose in the distance. Weighing in his options, he decided within his last few moments of fire free earth that he would run directly south west, toward the wind and the earlier rendezvous point. Running through the bush, he narrowly avoided a falling tree, and it resulted in landing on another clone… literally. Finding him limp, and relieved by the fact he wouldn’t die alone, Sparky carried him along. The two made it a fair distance, but with the combination of heat, dehydration, and exhaustion Sparky stumbled and fell. He dropped the body, and managed to land chin first on a rock pile. The contact cracked the weakening armour which resulted in the scars he currently shows on his face. Suffering in the heat and the beginning to fail armour, he rolled over to find his brother only to find the helmet missing and the face beginning to catch fire.  Unable to withstand the pain, the brain nearly drove Sparks to the breaking point of insanity until he was rescued by ‘white glowing demons’ (clone troopers all blurry!). Flown with high priority back to base, the medical staff worked long hours to ensure the survival of the scout; a 50/50 chance. Completing the impossible, Sparky lived and woke many days later, with a bandaged body and tubes stuck into his lungs for support.  Extremely frustrated and recovering from shock, he refused assistance for he believed to be captured by separatists (whom he figured set the trap). It wasn’t until a visitor told him that he has ‘spark’ that he snapped back into reality. He now despised fire, and to be called anything of the sort would work him into a fit. It wasn’t until an explanation that he understood and was able to recover. “Spark” representing life, luck, and will to live. It may have been a reference to fire, but CT-6887 couldn’t help but agree. It was from then on he was known as ‘Sparky, Sparks, or Spark’. Sparky was then cleared to return to battle. While he still sometimes 'twitches' to avoid fire, the trooper is back in action and was certainly glad of it. He made sure to be extra cautious and observant, which in return helped him gain significant amounts of improvement in his skills. His drive was sparked forward, plugged into over drive to avoid making any mistakes (like falling into traps) again. He thought he had completely recovered until during a cave mission when a new member to his squad brought a torch. It just so happened to be, that Sparky turned around to see the flickering flames right in front of the visor. Nearly jumping out of his skin at the sight of it, it was then Sparky realised he had a new enemy. Fighting two wars against two very different things, Sparky strived to carry on his duties while keeping his fear of fire at bay. The experience had scarred him more than he had thought, and now being aware of it the clone can seek to improve it. He continues to serve in the army, as per usual, and it is where he stands to this current date. The History Behind the Name:  As ironic as it may seem, CT-6887 is named "Sparky", "Sparks", "Spark", "Sparkers", or any other variation with the exception of "Sparkles". for various reasons. One of them due to ironic factor itself. During the first few days while healing, he muttered about fire and sparks during his sleep. Although he denied anything of the sort, it kinda stuck. Also, when CT-6887 had first awakened he had thought he had been captured (from the trap). Believing all the others to be disguised separatists, he did nothing but the typical interrogation procedures; name, squadron. Over and over again. Amazed with his fortitude and courage, someone (For Sparky can't remember much of that time) started referring to him as "Sparky", for the attitude and personality. A "sparky" attitude consists of being spirited and lively. While he was certainly filled with life, the main reason was the fact that he was spirited; having or showing mettle, courage and vigor. Years of Training:  10 Total (like most clones) that include: - Basic Training: Core Military Skills (weapon handling, marksmanship, Emergency First Aid, Codes, etc) -Trade Qualification Training (The Basics) -Scout Trade Training (The more advanced skills, perfecting technique) - Biker Advanced Recon Training (although majority of the time he’s used as a scout) SAMPLE RP: He stared in horror as his brother’s body began to bubble before his very eyes. He couldn’t look away, scream, or even feel the pain his own body was experiencing. That was happening… possibly at this very instant to his own body, if not, then it would soon. It was horrifying. Every part of his brain screamed to run away… to flee… escape… maybe even wake up! This wasn’t happening, not now. He was better than this! He didn’t make stupid mistakes and fall into traps, but he did! Maybe he was terrible and they sent him to die. His breathing grew frantic, head swimming from loss of oxygen and fluid. CT-6887 flipped over and immediately regretted it. His back met with a lash of pain that coursed through his body and brought a cry to his lips. Any air he managed was thick as soup, which burned with the same intensity as hot grease. It slid down his airway, only to set the lungs ablaze. His fingers tore at the front of his helmet, trying to find something more substantial; legs thrashing at the earth, kicking up more sparks and chunks of burning wood. No one had come to rescue him! They did want him to die! No doubt about it! He flailed in the ash, trying to find solid ground to hoist him up. ‘Keep going? No? No ground? Am I floating? Perhaps I am? Then again, I can’t breathe, so maybe I’m light headed!’ His back arched off the ground, the muscles complaining as they stretched, seeming tighter than usual. Fingers twitching and pulling at the dirt beneath them, a laugh managed to push its way forward. It seemed to explode from his chest and punch a hole in the black sky, his diaphragm contracting random rhythms that made the soupy air sludge out as a heap of giggles.