Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2012 19:57:42 GMT -5
* Name- CT-7713 "Stormchaser"
* Age- 30
* Gender- Male
* Species- Human
* Affiliation- Republic- 501st
* Home-world- Kamino
* Appearance- Sormchaser has close cut black hair in the typical "clone trooper" cut, though a kinked piece of hair perks from his forehead, and falls down just between his eyes. HIs right iris is a darker shade of brown, with an amber tinge to it, while his left is a pale blue. Stormchaser, like most of his brothers, is six feet tall, with a muscular, yet slender build.
* Weapons- DC-15A blaster rifle, Bow and arrow(trained)
* Bio (short version)- Stormchaser was Accepted into the 501ST after completing his training course with the highest marks in the group. He excelled in the art of stealth, and soon was given the position of sniper in the legion. Though his aim was obscured By the fact that he was blinded in one eye from a gundarkk attack, he recovered from the injury quite well, and secured his position in the 501st.
Stormchaser earned his nickname in possibly the stupidest way ever. He was on a mission with his CO, Captain Rex, as well as ARC Troopers Fives and Echo, providing escort to an ambassador from Tatooine. Of course, Stormchaser was about as bored as Fives with the mission, but it was definitely one to remember. A sandstorm had kicked up, and while the clones were taking shelter in a doorway, it was clear that the sand was damaging their Gunship. Quite honestly, that pissed Stormchaser off. He ran out into the pelting sand, cursing up a river, and collected the parts that were torn off the ship by the sand.
* Sample RP-
(From Aaerion's app on the USS Talon.)
A certain blue figure walked along the paved streets with his hands in his pockets. It was much too hot on Earth... Of all places, why was the academy here? He swore it had to be over a hundred degrees, or whatever the Pinkishes measure their temperature with! In need of both refreshment and refridgerment, Aaerion pushed open the door to a nearby coffee shoppe.
He instantly jumped like a startled kitten, clearly not expecting the bell atop the door. Dear stars above, did it have to be so loud!? Rubbing his temples, antennae falling back at the tips in irritation, Aaerion muttered under his breath,
"Who's the bright one that put the instrument of tourture there?"
A few Starfleet Academy cadets, sitting at a neaby booth, tried to hold in their laughter. Aaerion shot them a look, before continuing his, now painful, stroll to the counter. He asked for a simple glass of water and whatever the humans called 'doughnuts.' He didn't know why. Aaerion was hungry, and anything that had dough made out of nuts sounded at least decent. Snicker and you lose. While waiting for his drink and food, the Andorian looked around. It was a snug little shop, not many occupants, and some of that odd, yet calming music Pinkishes obviously liked playing in the background. Aaerion was about to inquire about how much it would cost, when a pair of humans walked into the shoppe. Aaerion jumped once more at the sound of that horrible bell, erupting laughter out of one of the cadets already at the booth near the door. Narrowing his eyes, the Andorian stood up, slamming his chair meaningfully to the table, and storming over to the door. He grasped the metal thing and ripped it down with a clean, agitated movement, before walking over and setting it down forcefully on the counter in front of a confused barista.
"Never. Again."
He breathed, walking back to his table. Ooh, he was never going to get that ringing out of his head! Aaerion put his hands over his Antennae, closing his eyes with a sigh. When were those doughnuts or whatever coming out to him?
Aaerion overheard some of the cadets talking- Hey! He could hear again!- about... a ship? Oh. They were getting assigned. Aaerion sighed wistfully as his food and drink finally came out. A real Starship? If only...
It was after he had finished his meal, the Andorian began the trek back to the Academy, his mind wandering. A real Starship... Hm. Carrying all sorts of cargo, all sorts of new stories... He'd listened to the tales told at the local bars. Of brave Captains boldly going where no man has gone before.
It was only when he bumped into another student, did Aaerion snap back to reality. Apologizing, he made his way to the science department, finding a few of his 'friends', as in friends-for-now-until-I-leave, 'friends', Standing around talking. Gee, was everybody chatting about starships today? The Andorian sighed and tried to get back to his work. He was preparing an experiment with Quadrotiticaily(Forgive me, that's most likely spelled wrong..) for his final exam. Exploring just how the grain was superior to any other, and also trying to develop a way to protect it against being eaten by unwelcome lifeforms. Like Tribbles. Dear stars, Aaerion hated those fluffy balls of doom... The Andorian sat at his station, reading over his notes, but could not escape the other occupants of the room. They swarmed around him, all chattering exitedly about who they were going to be with, this, that, and another thing.
Aaerion let out a groan and buried his face in his arms, on the table before him. Would he ever find any quiet?
Yourself
Name- Skyliere
Age- 21
Years of (RP) experience- eleven
Character Roster
Aaerion- USS Talon
Kumarit- Assimilate This
Alessio Luca- Mutant High
Aureolin Jacques- Locked in time
And many, many others...
*NOTE I will have his avatar and such up as soon as I finish sketching it.
* Age- 30
* Gender- Male
* Species- Human
* Affiliation- Republic- 501st
* Home-world- Kamino
* Appearance- Sormchaser has close cut black hair in the typical "clone trooper" cut, though a kinked piece of hair perks from his forehead, and falls down just between his eyes. HIs right iris is a darker shade of brown, with an amber tinge to it, while his left is a pale blue. Stormchaser, like most of his brothers, is six feet tall, with a muscular, yet slender build.
* Weapons- DC-15A blaster rifle, Bow and arrow(trained)
* Bio (short version)- Stormchaser was Accepted into the 501ST after completing his training course with the highest marks in the group. He excelled in the art of stealth, and soon was given the position of sniper in the legion. Though his aim was obscured By the fact that he was blinded in one eye from a gundarkk attack, he recovered from the injury quite well, and secured his position in the 501st.
Stormchaser earned his nickname in possibly the stupidest way ever. He was on a mission with his CO, Captain Rex, as well as ARC Troopers Fives and Echo, providing escort to an ambassador from Tatooine. Of course, Stormchaser was about as bored as Fives with the mission, but it was definitely one to remember. A sandstorm had kicked up, and while the clones were taking shelter in a doorway, it was clear that the sand was damaging their Gunship. Quite honestly, that pissed Stormchaser off. He ran out into the pelting sand, cursing up a river, and collected the parts that were torn off the ship by the sand.
* Sample RP-
(From Aaerion's app on the USS Talon.)
A certain blue figure walked along the paved streets with his hands in his pockets. It was much too hot on Earth... Of all places, why was the academy here? He swore it had to be over a hundred degrees, or whatever the Pinkishes measure their temperature with! In need of both refreshment and refridgerment, Aaerion pushed open the door to a nearby coffee shoppe.
He instantly jumped like a startled kitten, clearly not expecting the bell atop the door. Dear stars above, did it have to be so loud!? Rubbing his temples, antennae falling back at the tips in irritation, Aaerion muttered under his breath,
"Who's the bright one that put the instrument of tourture there?"
A few Starfleet Academy cadets, sitting at a neaby booth, tried to hold in their laughter. Aaerion shot them a look, before continuing his, now painful, stroll to the counter. He asked for a simple glass of water and whatever the humans called 'doughnuts.' He didn't know why. Aaerion was hungry, and anything that had dough made out of nuts sounded at least decent. Snicker and you lose. While waiting for his drink and food, the Andorian looked around. It was a snug little shop, not many occupants, and some of that odd, yet calming music Pinkishes obviously liked playing in the background. Aaerion was about to inquire about how much it would cost, when a pair of humans walked into the shoppe. Aaerion jumped once more at the sound of that horrible bell, erupting laughter out of one of the cadets already at the booth near the door. Narrowing his eyes, the Andorian stood up, slamming his chair meaningfully to the table, and storming over to the door. He grasped the metal thing and ripped it down with a clean, agitated movement, before walking over and setting it down forcefully on the counter in front of a confused barista.
"Never. Again."
He breathed, walking back to his table. Ooh, he was never going to get that ringing out of his head! Aaerion put his hands over his Antennae, closing his eyes with a sigh. When were those doughnuts or whatever coming out to him?
Aaerion overheard some of the cadets talking- Hey! He could hear again!- about... a ship? Oh. They were getting assigned. Aaerion sighed wistfully as his food and drink finally came out. A real Starship? If only...
It was after he had finished his meal, the Andorian began the trek back to the Academy, his mind wandering. A real Starship... Hm. Carrying all sorts of cargo, all sorts of new stories... He'd listened to the tales told at the local bars. Of brave Captains boldly going where no man has gone before.
It was only when he bumped into another student, did Aaerion snap back to reality. Apologizing, he made his way to the science department, finding a few of his 'friends', as in friends-for-now-until-I-leave, 'friends', Standing around talking. Gee, was everybody chatting about starships today? The Andorian sighed and tried to get back to his work. He was preparing an experiment with Quadrotiticaily(Forgive me, that's most likely spelled wrong..) for his final exam. Exploring just how the grain was superior to any other, and also trying to develop a way to protect it against being eaten by unwelcome lifeforms. Like Tribbles. Dear stars, Aaerion hated those fluffy balls of doom... The Andorian sat at his station, reading over his notes, but could not escape the other occupants of the room. They swarmed around him, all chattering exitedly about who they were going to be with, this, that, and another thing.
Aaerion let out a groan and buried his face in his arms, on the table before him. Would he ever find any quiet?
Yourself
Name- Skyliere
Age- 21
Years of (RP) experience- eleven
Character Roster
Aaerion- USS Talon
Kumarit- Assimilate This
Alessio Luca- Mutant High
Aureolin Jacques- Locked in time
And many, many others...
*NOTE I will have his avatar and such up as soon as I finish sketching it.
