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[color=Red][b][sub][centre]{ [i]"Brave, smart or lucky. You still die."[/i] }[/centre][/sub][/b][/color]
[color=Red][b]|[u] {Full Name} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Jarak Delso[/indent]
[color=Red][b]|[u] {Age} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]35[/indent]
[color=Red][b]|[u] {Species} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Human[/indent]
[color=Red][b]|[u] {Gender} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[color=Red][b]|[u] {Force Sensitive/Alignment} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]No/Grey[/indent]
[color=Red][b]|[u] Role on Ship [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Security[/indent]
[color=Red][b]|[u] {Appearance} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]A very handsome man by all accounts and someone that clearly looks after himself and his physical appearance. Standing at 6ft tall; White skinned, with short blond hair and brown eyes, the only distinguishing features on Jarak’s face are the claw marks going down the left side of his face with one going over his eye. And the star shaped birthmark on his forehead.
Normally he would be found in the imposing armour of the Storm Commandos, but unfortunately for Jarak his armour would be just a tad overt for his current assignment, instead choosing to opt for a leather jacket covering a simple shirt and trousers which hide an armour weave tunic.[/indent]
[color=Red][b]|[u] {Equipment and Personal Belongings} [/u]|[/b][/color]
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[*] TL-50 Heavy Repeater.
[*] SE-14 Blaster Pistol.
[*] Electro Staff.
[*] Vibro knife.
[*] Armour weave tunic.
[*] Sonic Imploders.
[*] Thermal detonators.
[*] Wrist mounted Grappling hook.
[*] Rebreather.
[*] Storm Commando armour and E-11D hidden away in a duffle bag.
[*] Imperial issue Comm Link.
[*] Encrypted datapad
[*] Photo of himself, Iesha and Rachel.
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[color=Red][b]|[u] {Physical Abilities} [/u]|[/b][/color]
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[*] A soldier through and through: Stormtroopers are expected to be in top physical condition at all time and that goes double for special forces. As a result of the extreme physical conditioning that Jarak has been through his stamina is far beyond the average mans and is able to go for extended periods without sleep.
[*] I can take it: Owing to his time of service Jarak’s tolerance for pain is far higher than an average person. His tolerance for Blaster shots physical punishment far exceed a normal person and allow him to continue to operate as part of a cohesive unit no matter what.
[*] Spec Ops equipment: Jarak has a fairly lengthy and distinguished military career which has taken him to exotic locations around the galaxy and put all manner of weird and wonderful weapons in his hands. As a result there is barely a weapon out there that Jarak does not know how to operate or field strip.
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[color=Red][b]|[u] {Limitations} [/u]|[/b][/color]
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[*] Easily manipulated: They say every man has a fatal flaw, Jarak Delso’s is love. A soldier from a young age, for Jarak the adrenaline rush he got from combat was what kept him going, especially after joining the Imperial military. That was until he met Iesha Ricsou, an Imperial agent on an operation where he was stationed. Jarak was smitten from minute one, Iesha not so much. But after almost killing him in a night operation gone wrong, she took pity on the poor man. A few drinks with him back at base, the start of a budding friendship, a bed and a heartfelt kiss, a baby-bump and a daughter many months later… They say every man has a fatal flaw, Jarak Delso has two.
[*] Brave but foolish: Owing to his caring personality Jarak will often put himself in harms way than allow his squad mates to be hurt, which more often than not can cause him to be injured instead. 
[*] Sleepless nights: To say Jarak suffers from a few night terrors would be an understatement, no amount of training or conditioning could ever have prepared Jarak for the things he’s seen and done while serving in the Imperial Military, from burning down Rebel and refugee camps with people still inside to almost killing his own sister and worse the things Jarak has seen and done things will haunt him forever.
[*] Hammer over the scalpel: An instrument of death for the Empire for the last 9 years Jarak has known nothing but combat. And while he can and indeed be a calm headed and reasonable person, his tendency to prefer going loud over seeking a diplomatic solution can and has put him in difficult positions.
[*][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPkhRNM_m5o]What?[/url]: It was the humble Frag Grenade that would leave Jarak with his most obvious issues, the infrequent abdominal pains and partial deafness in his right ear that have plagued him ever since continue to prove problematic.
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[color=Red][b]|[u] {Personality} [/u]|[/b][/color]
Jarak’s team would often describe their Captain as a friendly man, someone that can always be relied upon in dire situations or a shoulder to lean on in tough times. Loyal and caring to a fault Jarak will often put his squad’s safety ahead of the mission at hand, even if it puts him at odds with his superiors. Owing to his friendly and approachable personality Jarak is a very open person and will look for any excuse to talk to anyone about anything. Partly to be a genuinely nice person but also to take his mind off of the things he’s seen and done.

[color=Red][b]|[u] {Place of Origin} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Naboo[/indent]
[color=Red][b]|[u] {Background} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Born in Theed on Naboo in 38 BBY, Jarak would not have the easiest life growing up, his early years were marred by the Trade Federations blockade and subsequent invasion of Naboo. He would watch helplessly as soldiers of the Naboo security forces, including his own father were killed defending the city from Battle Droids. At age 20 Jarak would leave home and sign up for the Security Force to ease financial pressure on his mother and sisters. For the next few years Jarak sat on Naboo with not much to do. But with the rise of the Empire and the beginning of Human recruitment in 12BBY Jarak saw new opportunities and going against most of the other security forces and indeed the views of most Naboo citizens, Jarak left and joined the Imperial military.
Having already received training, Jarak found that in comparison to the other Human recruits he was far better at almost everything, although the Clone instructors still showed nothing but contempt towards him and the other recruits. In truth Jarak would often find himself at odds with the instructors since some of the orders he was given went against every fibre of his being. The idea that he was simply an expendable piece of equipment that was expected to obey his superior officers without question or hesitance, regardless if they were required to unleash harm on innocents or even place themselves in extreme danger did not sit well with him. Being told on multiple occasions by the instructors that “Good soldiers followed orders.” This attitude from the Clones was not something Jarak was prepared for. His view of both them while slightly rose tinted was that they were heroes, having saved his planet and the attitude of the instructors was the complete opposite of the few clones he’d spoken to growing up on Naboo, but he chalked it up to their role as instructors. 
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Passing out of the Imperial academy as a sergeant Jarak was assigned as a Shoretrooper with his first deployment being on the world of Mon Cala to aid in the subjugation of the populace. An assignment which he hated from start to finish, the world and its inhabitants were as hostile and foreign to him as it could get. After being rotated off Mon Cala as a Shoretrooper position was only temporary, Jarak would serve a tour on Scarif which he hated for a whole host of different reasons, before eventually being deployed to Chandrila as part of the security forces stationed there. It was during this deployment in particular that he would meet his now wife Iesha Ricsou. Though at first, she took to his advances and flirtations like a Wookie to a Trandoshian she would come around eventually… though it took her almost killing him for her to do so. 
Service in the Imperial Military took on a new meaning for Jarak with the birth of their daughter just under a year later. No longer was he simply serving because it was better than being stuck on Naboo. Now his life seemed to almost have a purpose, one that went beyond any loyalty to the Empire or the Emperor that was drilled into him at the academy. Now he had a family to look after and with Iesha taking it upon herself to retire and look after the child any grievances he may have held would be pushed as far back in his head as they could be for the sake of his career and family. Life would not change much for Jarak over the next two years, a cycle of going on tour and coming home to try and make up lost time with his daughter. But when offered a transfer to Imperial Intelligence and a spot in a Storm Commando team Jarak could not bring himself to turn down the significant pay rise, even if it meant sending more time away from home and taking on far more dangerous assignments.
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[hider=The blind Jedi] 
Life as a Commando was far different than that as a stormtrooper. Instead of simple grunt work he now found himself at the side of Moffs and Inquisitors or off hunting down Rebel cells. But by far the most daunting of his first set of assignments was the mission to Dantooine. His team were assigned to aid two inquisitors hunting down a Jedi that was rumoured to be there, spending a few days scouting the village where the Jedi was last sighted but all that both he and his team found was a simple village filled with simple people, the only standout being was a blind man. The Inquisitors however were certain, the Jedi was down there and the next morning they would make their move. 
There were five of them in total that approached the village two Inquisitors and the three-man trooper team. Though one of the Inquisitors swiftly separated from them and disappeared. As they approached the bridge leading into the village the blind man stood before them. With a single wave of his hand the Inquisitor instructed the troopers to take up positions at the other exits. The now Lieutenant Jarak Delso turned his head left and right and gave orders to the other two troopers who quickly departed for the far side of the village to block the other exit. Jarak obeyed the Inquisitors command and stood back as the Blind man on the bridge ignited his lightsabre revealing that he was in fact the Jedi they were looking for. A wave of emotions flooded Jarak’s mind, the Jedi were still heroes to him in truth he had never believed that the Jedi had tried to overthrow the Chancellor. But he could never tell anyone that, less he mysteriously disappear one night. But now the Jedi were supposed to be his enemies, but could he bring himself to shoot one, Rebel scum was one thing but people he admired and looked up to growing up that was something else entirely. 
The fight was mesmerising to the Commando, the flurry of colours and the sizzling of the sabres in the rain captured the boyhood wonder that still lingered in his mind. It was, however, still terrifying for him to watch as this supposed blind man took on two highly skilled Inquisitors and not only won but won convincingly. A sense of fear hit his body like a tidal wave as the Jedi finished off the second Inquisitor and turned towards him, Jarak had stood their throughout the fight with his weapon lowered and only now at what might possibly be the end did he understand how powerful the Jedi truly were and if the Inquisitors were beaten that easily what good would his blaster do. Jarak never raised his weapon to the Jedi and the Jedi never approached him either, he simply spoke towards Jarak from the bridge after throwing him the now crystalless Lightsabres. Never turning to show it but his words were meant for Jarak. [colour=DarkViolet]"You don't seem to care much that they are dead... Just fearing how I did it... You never raised that weapon even when I ran them through... The soldiers of the Republic knew justice... Perhaps you remember it too... If we had more men like you, there would not be an Empire."[/colour] As the Jedi walked back into the village Jarak picked up the sabres and signalled to his team that they were leaving, the mission was over.
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[hider=Maybe I should just retire]
Six years had passed since the meeting with the Jedi on Dantooine. The Rebellion while not officially in open hostility to the Empire was still proving troublesome, multiple of Jarak’s teams’ assignments over the last six years had been search and destroy operations against Rebel camps and weapons caches but one such mission in particular would affect Jarak’s mentality like none other. Naboo, his home a world where Jarak never thought he’d be deployed to. Yet here he found himself, scouring ruins with his team looking for the camp of Rebels, but he would soon come to wish he was back on Mon Cala or Scarif. 
Through the trees he saw it, multiple camp fires, tents and people. His dark armour keeping him concealed in the dark ruins, he moved around to where his squad mates were, both in an Overwatch position above the camp. Though there were only three of them against at least a dozen maybe more Rebels they were confident, their first volley of shots would take at least five or six of them, the rest should fall into a panic… should being the operative word. As Jarak gave the signal a flurry of blaster shots and a Sonic Imploder were sent hurling into the camp. Three Rebels died before they knew what hit them, a further two were sent slamming into trees by the Imploder. A few dove for cover after scrambling for their blasters and began trying to locate their attackers while another group ran to the trees to get away… But they wouldn’t. They were cut off and promptly cut down by Jarak’s squad mates. Jarak meanwhile had moved to the other side and began opening up on the group that had sought cover among the crates. The squad’s orders were clear “Do not hesitate and show no mercy to the Rebel scum.” But as the final Rebel fell and they moved in to confirm the targets were gone Jarak received a shock that to this day haunts his dreams. Lying on the floor in front of him clutching a wound to her shoulder was his sister; her long blonde hair, deep blue eyes and the star shaped birthmark on her forehead were unmistakeable, it was her. [colour=Red]”Kel?”[/colour] His voice a mixture of confusion and fear, he looked at the wound she clutched, had Jarak been an inch or two down she would be dead. “Sir!” The voice of his squad mate came over his comm link. “We’ve got a live one, we’re bringing her over.” Jarak turned his head and his heart sunk even further, it couldn’t be, not here. Both of his sisters now sat before him, one still clutching her wound the other trying to comfort her. “What should we do with them sir? You know our orders we can’t leave them alive.” [colour=Red]”Ally, I want you and Nez to return to the ship, don’t contact anyone, I’ll explain everything when I get back. Understand?”[/colour] The two nodded to their Captain and headed into the woods towards the ship. 
Jarak sat down on the bench in front of his sisters and removed his helmet, his own birthmark giving away who he was to them which made their eyes widen and their mouths open slightly in shock. [colour=Red]”I can’t say I’m surprised, I’m just disappointed. Why in the galaxy would you join the Rebellion?”[/colour] “Because Jarak.” Ann his older sister answered him sternly. “The Empire has done nothing but terrorise the galaxy and oppress its inhabitants. And I can see you’re fitting into that mould perfectly aren’t you. No wonder Mother disowned you after you left, look at you you’re just another Imperial thug, dad would be spinning in his grave if he could see you now!” Her words stung like nothing he’d experienced before, although he never really knew his father his legacy was what made Jarak sign up for the Security force all those years ago and it took all his will power to not break down in tears right there and then. He looked up and stared his sister straight in the eyes. [colour=Red]”You think I don’t know that? you think I’m out here doing this because it’s fun? I know what the Empire does, I’ve seen it, I’ve done it Ann. And I’ve probably had more sleepless nights over the last eight years than you’ve hot meals, but I’ve got a family to provide for, a wife and daughter. Responsibility, Ann, You don’t bite the hand that feeds you.”[/colour] His words had venom in them, his resentment towards his family was deep by now. Eight years ago he left for the academy and hadn’t heard so much as a word other than that he’d been disowned since, he’d tried a few times to patch things up, an invitation to his wedding, the chance to meet his daughter he’d hoped that she could be a bridge back to a normal family relationship but it was to no avail. He looked down at Kel and felt nothing but anguish, he had always been close to her growing up, they were twins, so a strong bond was only natural but now… Now she refused to even look him in the eyes and that crushed him. [colour=Red]”Take these, I want both of you gone, if I never see you again again it’ll be too soon. But if we do meet I won’t be as forgiving.”[/colour] The words he spoke were cold and empty, an emotional bluff. Despite everything they were still family and he still loved them both deep down but here and now all he felt was resentment and pain. He threw his medical supply pouch and ration packs on the floor next to his sisters before putting his helmet back on, picking up his blaster and disappearing into the woods and back to the ship.
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Now on orders from Moff Walkenhorst, Jarak has been tasked with infiltrating a mercenary crew. Work that if he’s honest with himself is completely alien to him, sure Iesha has given him plenty of knowledge and advice over the years but actually doing it that was another thing entirely. When the Moff mentioned something about Jedi to the Captain his ears perked slightly but then the mention of potential Inquisitor involvement gave him a slight sense of dread. Though Jarak did at various points think of questioning the Moff on his motives for this assignment. Something about his dad getting turned to dust by some force user from the ship. Surely there were people more suited to this type of work, Jarak and his team specialised in covert and precision strikes against Rebel targets not infiltration, but this fact didn’t seem to bother the Moff one bit. Effectively giving Jarak a blank cheque to get the information that he wanted as well as enough money he could retire afterwards with little fear of his pension not being enough to support his family. So here he found himself, on some backwater dump filled to the brim with the scum and villainy of the galaxy. From a certain point of view, he fitted in just fine but never in his life had he ever felt like he didn’t belong somewhere like he did on Anchorage. 
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