Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2012 16:32:01 GMT -5
Name- Captain Richard / Rich/ Richy
Age- 12 – So looking 24!
Gender- Male
Species- Human [Clone]
Affiliation- Republic [Field Medic – Rank: Captain]
Home-World: Kamino [Cloned from a Mandolorian]
Appearance-
Captain Richard keeps a nice clean hair cut. Any loose hairs too long could fall into open wounds and cause problems. Buzz cut, two at the back three on top to be precise. He brushes it toward the front and leaves it flat. Sometimes if he’s bored, he’ll spike it up with whatever sticky substance he can find, sometimes it happens to be blood.
His hair is the usual clone black, with brown eyes that are slightly lighter than his brothers’.
He’s clad in red Pauldron and Kama, indicating his rank as Captain and as he likes to put it, how ‘special’ he is. His armour on the other hand is very unique. Being a medical officer, he’s normally supposed to have orange bands or shoulder symbols. However, Richard’s armor is splatter with red splotches like puddles and flecks of blood; almost as if he’d been running and digging in it. The pattern is so unique that they didn’t bother. You’ll pick him out in a crowd.
He’s missing his left ring finger; it was ‘donated’ to a soldier who needed it more than he did. People also say that his armor is actually covered in blood (and while that happens VERY often) and that during one battle so many were bleeding that the ground was soaked with blood. Richard had been running through it and saving lives, and despite how hard he tried he couldn’t scrub the blood off.
Personality-
Rich has got a really interesting personality. Most clones would call him ‘Jango-ed’, a term used for those seeming to be released of their ‘clone cookie cutter’ state and have the freedom of speech and will. While he may act it, Richard still lives and dies for the army. He will never leave the Republic, never.
He has a sassy, bold, and extremely sarcastic attitude and doesn’t even to seem to care about rank when it comes to his word choice. He respects the ‘sir’ and the ‘commander’ and ‘general’, but will still sarcastically talk to them, maybe even talk back. When it comes to saving lives, he doesn’t care what you are. He’s never afraid to boldly state he’s the best thing in the world since sliced bread. He knows he’s good at what he does; he doesn’t need to be reminded. He uses slang quite often.
He’s very straight forward and to the point. If someone’s got to have a leg amputated, so be it. He’ll bring it right up to their face and not even hesitate. He’s extremely well at multitasking; hence why he can handle dozens of patients at what seems like once. It ties along with his ability to handle pressure and his extremely steady hands. He’s quick to get to work, loyal and hard working… if you get past the rough speech.
Richard is quite fond of General Kenobi and his colleagues. He’s got a deep respect for him, mostly because of the fact that he is smart and will analyze a situation instead of running around screaming to blow it up. Captain Richard is smart, there’s no doubt about it. He’s a walking medical dictionary, and respects anyone who holds a lot of wisdom.
Weapons-
~ DC-15S Blaster Rifle, as well as whatever medical supplies he has in his pack.
~Pressure points. He knows where they all are.
~Medical powers! He can make you feel stupid; he’s a walking medical dictionary.
Bio-
Captain Richard was grown to be a pilot. There was absolutely no doubt about it. He grew up along the other pilot clones, but unfortunately the moment he stepped into the simulator and saw the ground leave his feet; Richard was sick. Big time motion sickness and fear of heights. It was at that moment that Richard was deemed ‘dysfunctional’ was going to be eliminated.
However after hearing this, any droid or person that came to close was thrown aside, and for many days Richard had barricaded himself inside his barracks for his own personal safety. It was when the Bounty Hunters responsible for training the soldiers came and knocked down his door that they decided to give him a second chance.
And so Richard was trained to be a soldier, and so far so good; his life was beginning to take a turn around. He wasn’t a super soldier, but he was still good enough to past. A few had complemented on his ability to take in all the information from any scene presented.
Now it was time for battle, and while the flight there was good up until the point where they opened the blast doors, Richard was soon thrown into a state of inner turmoil. His brothers were being blasted all around him, and there was nothing he could do except, run, shoot, and survive.
Naturally, he couldn’t stand for it. He scrapped a clanker, ripped out any wiring he could find and sought out a brother that had a spear from a native tribe stuck through his leg. He was screaming in pain, and there was only one thing to do. Stop the pain.
Richard removed the spear, then the armor, then used the wire and a strip of the metal as a needle and sewed him back up. It was bloody work, but none the less the trooper survived.
Richard went back into training, and it only took him a few days believe it or not to learn all that was required to be a medic and more. This was what he was made for, a medic. This was what he was supposed to be. The bounty hunters that trained him to be a soldier painted his armor so they could see him every time.
He was promoted to Captain after refusing the promotion to Commander. He didn’t want to sit around all day; he wanted to be out in the thick of it. Since then, Richard has still been seriously scared of heights to the point where he’s sick and been a Captain Field Medic.
Sample RP-
No one knows what went through Captain Richard’s mind those few days while he barricaded himself in his barracks. The door never budged, not for food or even water that his brothers had left just outside. They knocked, they tried talking. Still nothing.
For Richard, it was strictly personal what went on, and he kept it all a secret. No one asked, but assumed the worst. Going in Richard was hostile; coming out was a shift in personality.
This is what the clone captain thought of every time he was in any kind of high place. At the moment, it was a transport speeder with no top. How stupid, honestly he would have thought that his own brother, the ones he/ trained would know better. ‘Just don’t look down. Yeah. Don’t look down. Don’t look-‘
He was clutching the seat in front of him so hard he thought it might break off. His eyes were screwed shut, hidden behind his helmet that was currently between his knees. The position helped calm his stomach and sooth dizziness, regardless. He was going to be sick if they didn’t get him off.
“Are you alright, sir?”
“Alright?! Alright?!!! Naturally, di’kut. I’m just great. Perfectly fine!”
“Do you wish for us to land, sir?”
“In the name of all that is keeping this bucket of bolts together! Do garrals have freckles?”
The speeder came to a halt, and immediately the troopers jumped over the edge and landed in the dirt to take a quick sweep of the area. Nothing. Perfectly fine.
“My friends are mentally incompetent.” The Captain said woozily as he stood to leave. The ground beneath his feet felt all of a sudden unsteady. They were not high off the ground, but the combination of speed, no top, and the height (though little as it was) did it. The ground seemed tilted, and Richard knew he was done for.
“FRAK!” He yelled while sprinting for the tree line as fast as he possible could. He took the bucket off his head, collapsed to the ground and threw up whatever undigested material he had left in his stomach. Things were starting off to be a great day.
Age- 12 – So looking 24!
Gender- Male
Species- Human [Clone]
Affiliation- Republic [Field Medic – Rank: Captain]
Home-World: Kamino [Cloned from a Mandolorian]
Appearance-
Captain Richard keeps a nice clean hair cut. Any loose hairs too long could fall into open wounds and cause problems. Buzz cut, two at the back three on top to be precise. He brushes it toward the front and leaves it flat. Sometimes if he’s bored, he’ll spike it up with whatever sticky substance he can find, sometimes it happens to be blood.
His hair is the usual clone black, with brown eyes that are slightly lighter than his brothers’.
He’s clad in red Pauldron and Kama, indicating his rank as Captain and as he likes to put it, how ‘special’ he is. His armour on the other hand is very unique. Being a medical officer, he’s normally supposed to have orange bands or shoulder symbols. However, Richard’s armor is splatter with red splotches like puddles and flecks of blood; almost as if he’d been running and digging in it. The pattern is so unique that they didn’t bother. You’ll pick him out in a crowd.
He’s missing his left ring finger; it was ‘donated’ to a soldier who needed it more than he did. People also say that his armor is actually covered in blood (and while that happens VERY often) and that during one battle so many were bleeding that the ground was soaked with blood. Richard had been running through it and saving lives, and despite how hard he tried he couldn’t scrub the blood off.
Personality-
Rich has got a really interesting personality. Most clones would call him ‘Jango-ed’, a term used for those seeming to be released of their ‘clone cookie cutter’ state and have the freedom of speech and will. While he may act it, Richard still lives and dies for the army. He will never leave the Republic, never.
He has a sassy, bold, and extremely sarcastic attitude and doesn’t even to seem to care about rank when it comes to his word choice. He respects the ‘sir’ and the ‘commander’ and ‘general’, but will still sarcastically talk to them, maybe even talk back. When it comes to saving lives, he doesn’t care what you are. He’s never afraid to boldly state he’s the best thing in the world since sliced bread. He knows he’s good at what he does; he doesn’t need to be reminded. He uses slang quite often.
He’s very straight forward and to the point. If someone’s got to have a leg amputated, so be it. He’ll bring it right up to their face and not even hesitate. He’s extremely well at multitasking; hence why he can handle dozens of patients at what seems like once. It ties along with his ability to handle pressure and his extremely steady hands. He’s quick to get to work, loyal and hard working… if you get past the rough speech.
Richard is quite fond of General Kenobi and his colleagues. He’s got a deep respect for him, mostly because of the fact that he is smart and will analyze a situation instead of running around screaming to blow it up. Captain Richard is smart, there’s no doubt about it. He’s a walking medical dictionary, and respects anyone who holds a lot of wisdom.
Weapons-
~ DC-15S Blaster Rifle, as well as whatever medical supplies he has in his pack.
~Pressure points. He knows where they all are.
~Medical powers! He can make you feel stupid; he’s a walking medical dictionary.
Bio-
Captain Richard was grown to be a pilot. There was absolutely no doubt about it. He grew up along the other pilot clones, but unfortunately the moment he stepped into the simulator and saw the ground leave his feet; Richard was sick. Big time motion sickness and fear of heights. It was at that moment that Richard was deemed ‘dysfunctional’ was going to be eliminated.
However after hearing this, any droid or person that came to close was thrown aside, and for many days Richard had barricaded himself inside his barracks for his own personal safety. It was when the Bounty Hunters responsible for training the soldiers came and knocked down his door that they decided to give him a second chance.
And so Richard was trained to be a soldier, and so far so good; his life was beginning to take a turn around. He wasn’t a super soldier, but he was still good enough to past. A few had complemented on his ability to take in all the information from any scene presented.
Now it was time for battle, and while the flight there was good up until the point where they opened the blast doors, Richard was soon thrown into a state of inner turmoil. His brothers were being blasted all around him, and there was nothing he could do except, run, shoot, and survive.
Naturally, he couldn’t stand for it. He scrapped a clanker, ripped out any wiring he could find and sought out a brother that had a spear from a native tribe stuck through his leg. He was screaming in pain, and there was only one thing to do. Stop the pain.
Richard removed the spear, then the armor, then used the wire and a strip of the metal as a needle and sewed him back up. It was bloody work, but none the less the trooper survived.
Richard went back into training, and it only took him a few days believe it or not to learn all that was required to be a medic and more. This was what he was made for, a medic. This was what he was supposed to be. The bounty hunters that trained him to be a soldier painted his armor so they could see him every time.
He was promoted to Captain after refusing the promotion to Commander. He didn’t want to sit around all day; he wanted to be out in the thick of it. Since then, Richard has still been seriously scared of heights to the point where he’s sick and been a Captain Field Medic.
Sample RP-
No one knows what went through Captain Richard’s mind those few days while he barricaded himself in his barracks. The door never budged, not for food or even water that his brothers had left just outside. They knocked, they tried talking. Still nothing.
For Richard, it was strictly personal what went on, and he kept it all a secret. No one asked, but assumed the worst. Going in Richard was hostile; coming out was a shift in personality.
This is what the clone captain thought of every time he was in any kind of high place. At the moment, it was a transport speeder with no top. How stupid, honestly he would have thought that his own brother, the ones he/ trained would know better. ‘Just don’t look down. Yeah. Don’t look down. Don’t look-‘
He was clutching the seat in front of him so hard he thought it might break off. His eyes were screwed shut, hidden behind his helmet that was currently between his knees. The position helped calm his stomach and sooth dizziness, regardless. He was going to be sick if they didn’t get him off.
“Are you alright, sir?”
“Alright?! Alright?!!! Naturally, di’kut. I’m just great. Perfectly fine!”
“Do you wish for us to land, sir?”
“In the name of all that is keeping this bucket of bolts together! Do garrals have freckles?”
The speeder came to a halt, and immediately the troopers jumped over the edge and landed in the dirt to take a quick sweep of the area. Nothing. Perfectly fine.
“My friends are mentally incompetent.” The Captain said woozily as he stood to leave. The ground beneath his feet felt all of a sudden unsteady. They were not high off the ground, but the combination of speed, no top, and the height (though little as it was) did it. The ground seemed tilted, and Richard knew he was done for.
“FRAK!” He yelled while sprinting for the tree line as fast as he possible could. He took the bucket off his head, collapsed to the ground and threw up whatever undigested material he had left in his stomach. Things were starting off to be a great day.
