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* Name- Dariun Roaklin
* Age- 47
* Gender- Male
* Species- Human
* Affiliation-Confederacy of Independent Systems Navy
* Home-world-Mandalore
* Appearance- 5ft 10 inches tall, with close cut redish brown hair. Wears a very Republic like officer's uniform only it a dark black color with silver grey pin stripe and a high peaked officer's cap. Has a patch over his left eye, his right one is a dark brown.
* Weapons- Has a holstered side arm, commanding officer of Providence-class carrier/dreadnought Obsidian
* Bio (short version)-Oldest child of the Roaklin clan from Mandalore, he was found to be quite capable in tests and was accepted to the Republic Naval Academy. Shortly after gaining his commission he married, however his marriage was short lived as after 6 years his wife was killed in a shuttle crash. He devoted himself to his career over the next 20 plus years gaining the rank of Commodore and was placed in command of several vessels and had a reputation for ruthlessly hunting down pirates and smugglers.
When the Clone Wars broke out, Republic treatment toward his world and distrust of both the Senate, the Jedi order and wide spread corruption in the Republic lead to him joining the CIS where he quickly proved a capable commander against his former fleet.
* Sample RP-
"Tell me something clone, do you know who I am?"
the captured Clone pilot stood in the mostly dark chamber, holding his broken right arm with his left, the one light above him glinting off his soot smudged armor, bruises covered his face from his crash.
"Besides knowing your a traitor, that's all I need to know," the pilot spat at the officer who stood at the edge of the lighted area.
Commodore Dariun Roaklin, commander of the Obsidian let himself have a slight smile.
"And I suppose you must be defective being you got shot down by a bunch of clankers then" Roaklin said using the clones slang for the droids of the Separatists.
"Dumb luck was all," the clone replied harshly.
"Droids aren't built with luck clone, but clones who are shot down and then captured alive, are defective merchandise in my opinion,"Roaklin said,"Now I will ask one last time, what was your Y-Wing doing out here all by itself?"
The clone smirked,"Looking at pretty stars you Clanker lover."
Roaklin put his hand on his holstered weapon, "You know clone, I had intended to send you to one of our prisoner camps if you had cooperated."
"No you didn't" the clone said wiping the trickle of blood from his mouth.
A single dark hole appeared between the clones eyes as he crumpled to the deck plates as the sound of a blaster cut through the chamber.
"I never was good at lying,"Roaklin said as he holstered his weapon. He turned and spoke to the OOM droid that waited by the hatch as it opened. "Take the Y-Wing apart and see if any thing worthwhile can eb found from its computer and astromech."
"What about him?" the OOM asked gesturing to the dead clone.
"Give him the same treatment we give all the defective and broken stuff on this ship," Roaklin said as he walked away,"Dump it in the compactor."
Yourself
Name- Brian Gordon
Age- over 20 under 40
Years of (RP) experience-12 plus
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* Age- 47
* Gender- Male
* Species- Human
* Affiliation-Confederacy of Independent Systems Navy
* Home-world-Mandalore
* Appearance- 5ft 10 inches tall, with close cut redish brown hair. Wears a very Republic like officer's uniform only it a dark black color with silver grey pin stripe and a high peaked officer's cap. Has a patch over his left eye, his right one is a dark brown.
* Weapons- Has a holstered side arm, commanding officer of Providence-class carrier/dreadnought Obsidian
* Bio (short version)-Oldest child of the Roaklin clan from Mandalore, he was found to be quite capable in tests and was accepted to the Republic Naval Academy. Shortly after gaining his commission he married, however his marriage was short lived as after 6 years his wife was killed in a shuttle crash. He devoted himself to his career over the next 20 plus years gaining the rank of Commodore and was placed in command of several vessels and had a reputation for ruthlessly hunting down pirates and smugglers.
When the Clone Wars broke out, Republic treatment toward his world and distrust of both the Senate, the Jedi order and wide spread corruption in the Republic lead to him joining the CIS where he quickly proved a capable commander against his former fleet.
* Sample RP-
"Tell me something clone, do you know who I am?"
the captured Clone pilot stood in the mostly dark chamber, holding his broken right arm with his left, the one light above him glinting off his soot smudged armor, bruises covered his face from his crash.
"Besides knowing your a traitor, that's all I need to know," the pilot spat at the officer who stood at the edge of the lighted area.
Commodore Dariun Roaklin, commander of the Obsidian let himself have a slight smile.
"And I suppose you must be defective being you got shot down by a bunch of clankers then" Roaklin said using the clones slang for the droids of the Separatists.
"Dumb luck was all," the clone replied harshly.
"Droids aren't built with luck clone, but clones who are shot down and then captured alive, are defective merchandise in my opinion,"Roaklin said,"Now I will ask one last time, what was your Y-Wing doing out here all by itself?"
The clone smirked,"Looking at pretty stars you Clanker lover."
Roaklin put his hand on his holstered weapon, "You know clone, I had intended to send you to one of our prisoner camps if you had cooperated."
"No you didn't" the clone said wiping the trickle of blood from his mouth.
A single dark hole appeared between the clones eyes as he crumpled to the deck plates as the sound of a blaster cut through the chamber.
"I never was good at lying,"Roaklin said as he holstered his weapon. He turned and spoke to the OOM droid that waited by the hatch as it opened. "Take the Y-Wing apart and see if any thing worthwhile can eb found from its computer and astromech."
"What about him?" the OOM asked gesturing to the dead clone.
"Give him the same treatment we give all the defective and broken stuff on this ship," Roaklin said as he walked away,"Dump it in the compactor."
Yourself
Name- Brian Gordon
Age- over 20 under 40
Years of (RP) experience-12 plus
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