[b]2.0[/b] W.I.P [center][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3b/1e/0c/3b1e0cda6b2f8c8bace0f33a5da43a58.jpg[/img] [color=7bcdc8][i]"The fights just beginning son."[/i][/color][/center] [b]Player Name:[/b] Sep [b]Name:[/b] Captain Lance Thereon [b]Age:[/b] 35 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Race:[/b] Human (Corellian) [b]Force Sensitive Y/N:[/b] N [b]Equipment:[/b] A295 Sniper Rifle, Westar-34 Blaster Pistol, All the standard officer equipment, some grenades. [b]Skills:[/b] [list] [*][i]Sharpshooter:[/i] Before being promoted, several times, to Company Commander he was the Companys top Marksman. While he sees frontline combat less often than he used to he still keeps his skills current. [*][i]Soldiers Discipline:[/i] Unlike the majority of the New Republic Military Lance was actually trained as a soldier. [*][i]Commander:[/i] Lance being trained in the art of war makes him a valuable commander, with a different perspective on the battlefield due to his experience over the more traditional infantry approach. [/list] [b]Strengths:[/b] [list] [*][i]Lead by Example:[/i] People follow him, why? He's come up through the ranks and people know he's willing to do what he's asking them to do. [*][i]Distant:[/i] He distances himself from his troops, not getting to attached so that when he looses them it doesn't break him up. [*][i]Tactician:[/i] Through experience, and through having the right mindset he has a tacticians mind. His plans work for a reason, because they're brilliant. [/list] [b]Weaknesses:[/b] [list] [*][i]Man of War:[/i] It's all he's known. He's heard rumour of Mon Mothma wanting to scale down the size of the New Republic Military. He doesn't know what he is without war. [*][i]Distant:[/i] A man broken by war, he has people he can have a laugh with but no real friends. He's emotionally distant to all those who serve with him. [*][i]Snipers Mindset:[/i] He's used to taking his time, lining up the shot before firing. He struggles in rapid, fast paced situations. While he still makes a sound situation adding on more pressure does [i]not[/i] help his heart rate. [b]History:[/b] Lance was born in a small rural settlement on Corellia to parents Eryl and Tybia before the outbreak of the Clone Wars but tension was high between the Republic and the increasing size of Separatist Factions. Lance stayed away from the politics, or rather his parents did so [i]he[/i] did. He grew up with an appreciation for the outdoors, it was everything to the young Lance who would spend long days having nature walks out in the wilds. Though that being said he was no stranger to a good days hard work, his father keeping him busy so that they could produce enough crops to make a profit. The Clone Wars broke out when he was nine. They never came to Corellia but the ripples caused by the war were felt all over the Galaxy. Suddenly security became everything, the division between the Republic and the Separatists tore the Galaxy in half. Laws changed, and quotas changed as everything Lance knew about life was turned on it's head. Unable to support life on the farmstead anymore Eryl Thereon sold that farm that had been in his family for generations and moved toward the city to get a job working for the Corellian Engineering Corporation. There was always work to do building ships in war time. Lance hated the city, hated everything about it. It was far too crowded, too many people who all had somewhere to be. He took to frequenting parks and other recreational [i]calmer[/i] areas. Hoping that when the war ended things would go back to normal and they'd go home, they didn't. As the Clone Wars came to an end the Galactic Republic was changed into the Galactic Empire. Like many others his family felt that this was something that needed to be done, he himself supported the idea behind the Galactic Empire. It would bring peace and freedom to the galaxy through a united front, rather than the division that reigned in the senate during the times of the Republic. His father saving enough money up sent Lance to a Military Academy at the age of 16, Lances dream was to serve and go onto new worlds far away from Corellia. His family had never left the planet and he wanted to do so much more than be a simple farmer, or a shipwright. So at the age of 18 he fully enlisted in the Imperial Military, more specifically the Army. He initially signed with the idea of going on to become a vehicle operator, he had seen holovids of the old AT-TEs and the new AT-DPs and he wanted to operate some piece of machinery like that. However as he held a rifle for the first time it just felt natural, like it was the place he was supposed to be. Eventually he was on the fast track to becoming an Imperial Sharpshooter. Fast forward a couple of years and he was a scout trooper in the Imperial Military. One of the best shots in his battalion with confirmed kills on targets ranging from Pirates to Rebels. Though like many Imperials (though not enough in numbers to matter) as the Empire became stricter and stricter, and the rules of engagement changed he began to question the Empire. He would hesitate before taking shots that he had been ordered to take against a senator. Like many it took the destruction of Alderaan for all these second guesses for him to make a decision, the next time he was sent planetside on a mission he deserted. Rumours in the company are that he had to kill his own partner who he had worked with since training to get away, but he never answers those questions. After deserting he slummed around, took his own stand against the Empire. Typically he'd aim for the officers rather than the grunts, knowing that it was always possible that some of the grunts were just like him. It was the officers who were the truly evil ones, and such was how he operated for a while. Slowly over time the Alliance got in contact with him, and he eventually became part of Rancor Company. He wasn't promoted to Captain until the Battle of Sullust that took place around the same time as the Battle of Endor. Afterwards Rancor spent time licking it's wounds before being sent of to Taris. In all honesty he didn't see the trap coming as TIEs burst out of buildings and fire was spit forth from the ground. Before he knew it they were trapped, with one direction. [i]Down.[/i] He's spent the last couple of months trying to get in touch with other groups of Rebel Survivors while trying to establish some form of base of operations, and plan to get in touch with the New Republic and ultimately get off Taris.