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Great, sorry everyone I've been trying to make a CS and it's got me pulling my hair out.
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Full name: Sir Rand Therron Sorren
Titles: Sir Rand, Rand the Bloodied, Rand the traitor, And The knight of the farm. (A nod to his village roots, he wasn't actually a farmer.)
Rank: Boar
Age:28
Gender:Male
Appearance:
Personality:Rand is almost fanatically loyal to his lord or lady even until the death. But in his mind the people come first down from the lowliest peasant to the very top, as a knight he believes in honor and will not fight an unarmed opponent or kill prisoners and most of all he will not harm the innocent. But with this said he is not above challenging those who hurt the innocent to battle, Rand is kind to people. Even when things are the darkest he finds good in it, But he seems to avoid talking with his fellow soldiers not seeing them as true knights.
History: Rand was born in a small village in a distant kingdom, the son of a inn keeper and his wife. For the most part rand had for the most part a good early child hood, at age thirteen he was to be apprenticed to the blacksmith. But instead war with a neighboring kingdom brought the army through the village who recruited everybody 12 and older who didn't have a job to do, that meant almost every child 12 and up was conscripted to fight and some of the drifters around town as well.
The army when they weren't marching taught Rand skills he would need to survive, which was essentially the 'pointy end goes in the enemy.' His first battle was a siege that ended in 3 months, He remembers the catapults launching flaming rocks covered in pitch that lit up the night, and arrows that came down like a deadly rain. His orders were to storm the walls. When they set up the ladders Rand was the first one on the walls and he fought ferociously, he couldn't explain it but he just seemed a natural with a sword.
After the battle Rand was noticed by a knight and was squired to him. First came education, books and tactics were thrown at the boy, then came the sword and spear, the horse and shield. He took to these lessons almost instantly, his hunger to learn only matched by his hunger to serve the knight he was squired to and the king of his realm. He was knighted at age 18, given lands and serfs and told to serve his king. He did but as the old king died and his son took the throne things changed, the new king demanded outrageous taxes from the lower class, executed anyone who neighsayed, and ignored the plight of the lower class.
When Rand spoke up about this to the king, he was brought to the dungeons and branded just above the heart so he knew he was owned heart and soul. Then he was left to rot, but as the lower class rose in revolution, Rand was let out as long as he served his lord willingly. So he did, he did things he wasn't proud of he put whole towns to the sword, burned families in their homes, and sent people to the gallows. He saw himself as no better than any other killer.
Eventually he was told to return to the castle, that's when he did it. He was so angry with the king and with himself that he didn't care if he was killed there on the spot. He drew his blade and took the kings head. Then he fled the castle by horse back, as far away as possible. That's where he found the queens guard and seeing as he was already a knight and his skills were desirable he was taken in as their newest recruit.
Skills: Rand is a master of the blade to the point that it seems to be an extension of his hand, he is great on horseback and with a lance or spear, he is also well learned in tactics and other areas of study.
Dreams and fears: Rand dreams of being able to settle and live out his life on a peice of land, he often fears if he is becoming evil or corrupted due to what he's done in the past, its also a subject of nighmares for him
Favored equipment: Heavy plate armor,sword, Glaive, and horse
The heron is the symbol of Rand's now defunct house
The words "All war is the same" Is scratched into the wood of the glave
Extra:
Raxxus Prime- Theros
Raxxus Prime was an awful junk planet, it stunk and if the inhabitants didn't get you. Junk droids who assembled themselves out of spare parts, or lakes of corrosive acid would. The freighter landed and dropped the 10 enforcers and Theros' a short distance outside the rodian stronghold. "Take no prisoners, set weapons to kill." Theros said to his men, who only nodded they all knew what they came here for. They moved forwards when they made it to the gate they knocked very politely only to be greeted with blaster fire at their feet. "We don't want to hear from you." A rodian voice spoke out in common that lisp sounding on every 'R' really irritated Theros. "Come out i bare gifts." Theros said slapping a detpack on the gate "We want nothing from you." The rodian said
"You Hurt me."
"We don't care."
"Fine, we shall use your gift then." Theros stepped back away from the gate far enough that the explosion wouldn't harm him and gave the guy with the detonator a thumbs up, the explosion was deafening and kicked up a large amount of dust. "Fire at will." Theros said and their blaster bolts streaked through the dust blindly hitting the occasional jawa or rodian the small group moved in a screaming rodian came charging for Theros vibroknife in hand, Theros shifted his weight left grabbed the things wrist and snapped it the bone jutting out as he caught the knife mid-fall and slashed it's throat sending blood spraying into the air and onto Theros' visor everywhere he looked the rodian's and jawa's were falling back or being gunned down.
"Push forward find their leader 1000 credits to the man who brings him to me alive." Theros' shouted over the comms, with that the group cheered and went to work. They didn't last long they were broken and scattered. Those who surrendered were gathered together and kept under watch. It was Theros who found their leader a blue skinned Rodian and brought him to the group of survivors. "We are sorry, we apologize, we will do whatever you want." The Leader begged but Theros heard none of it "To late you halted the progress of the guild for too long." Theros muttered and set his blaster to low and began the long process of The burning, starting with the wrists and going all the way up to the eyes blinding the Rodian who screamed and howled the entire time, and his men couldn't do a thing.
When he was done he released the Rodian. "Hold him still." Theros told his enforces as he found a fallen ships engine and pulled it out of the wreckage, he cut it open to find it still had some Rhoydium in it so he covered the surviving group in it, set his blaster back to kill and fired, the Rodians that weren't exploded instantly were burned alive. Their screams music to the Mandalorian warriors ears. "Let him go, if he survives long enough to find another scavenger group, he will tell them not to mess with the guild." He said and left heading back to the ship.
In orbit, Theros
Theros opened up a comm channel with the guild station mainly, Natori. "Did our guest arrive?" Theros asked. "No, they didn't, how did the rodian's respond." Theros chuckled. "Explosively, and I'm heading to Dathomir i shall return." And with that said he closed down the Comms and entered hyper space.
Raxxus Prime was an awful junk planet, it stunk and if the inhabitants didn't get you. Junk droids who assembled themselves out of spare parts, or lakes of corrosive acid would. The freighter landed and dropped the 10 enforcers and Theros' a short distance outside the rodian stronghold. "Take no prisoners, set weapons to kill." Theros said to his men, who only nodded they all knew what they came here for. They moved forwards when they made it to the gate they knocked very politely only to be greeted with blaster fire at their feet. "We don't want to hear from you." A rodian voice spoke out in common that lisp sounding on every 'R' really irritated Theros. "Come out i bare gifts." Theros said slapping a detpack on the gate "We want nothing from you." The rodian said
"You Hurt me."
"We don't care."
"Fine, we shall use your gift then." Theros stepped back away from the gate far enough that the explosion wouldn't harm him and gave the guy with the detonator a thumbs up, the explosion was deafening and kicked up a large amount of dust. "Fire at will." Theros said and their blaster bolts streaked through the dust blindly hitting the occasional jawa or rodian the small group moved in a screaming rodian came charging for Theros vibroknife in hand, Theros shifted his weight left grabbed the things wrist and snapped it the bone jutting out as he caught the knife mid-fall and slashed it's throat sending blood spraying into the air and onto Theros' visor everywhere he looked the rodian's and jawa's were falling back or being gunned down.
"Push forward find their leader 1000 credits to the man who brings him to me alive." Theros' shouted over the comms, with that the group cheered and went to work. They didn't last long they were broken and scattered. Those who surrendered were gathered together and kept under watch. It was Theros who found their leader a blue skinned Rodian and brought him to the group of survivors. "We are sorry, we apologize, we will do whatever you want." The Leader begged but Theros heard none of it "To late you halted the progress of the guild for too long." Theros muttered and set his blaster to low and began the long process of The burning, starting with the wrists and going all the way up to the eyes blinding the Rodian who screamed and howled the entire time, and his men couldn't do a thing.
When he was done he released the Rodian. "Hold him still." Theros told his enforces as he found a fallen ships engine and pulled it out of the wreckage, he cut it open to find it still had some Rhoydium in it so he covered the surviving group in it, set his blaster back to kill and fired, the Rodians that weren't exploded instantly were burned alive. Their screams music to the Mandalorian warriors ears. "Let him go, if he survives long enough to find another scavenger group, he will tell them not to mess with the guild." He said and left heading back to the ship.
In orbit, Theros
Theros opened up a comm channel with the guild station mainly, Natori. "Did our guest arrive?" Theros asked. "No, they didn't, how did the rodian's respond." Theros chuckled. "Explosively, and I'm heading to Dathomir i shall return." And with that said he closed down the Comms and entered hyper space.
Cad and Loretta
Cad got the message from on high. “TK-422, you are to report to Command Post Theta alone, how copy?” “Roger command I copy I’m enroute now.” Cad dismissed the new squad and left. He didn’t like them he never had they didn’t quite feel the same, When he arrived at the command post he was stopped and questioned “Designation and purpose for being here?” Asked one of the troopers at the guard post. “TK-422, and command told me to arrive here alone.” The two troopers on duty chuckled “We got you TK-422 head on through.” They told him where he was going and they let him through. Stepping onto the Turbolift he took it to the floor the two troopers told him to head to. He was greeted by two stormtroopers in black armor, but their movements seemed off, not like a normal humans. “Can you take me to where i need to go?” He asked.
The droids, not that they could easily be seen as droids due to their armour turned without so much as a word, however the meaning was implied. They lead him through into the main command centre, the few organics working on their consoles looked up. The droids who weren’t wearing armour, B1 battle droids and various protocol droids just continued their duties unhindered by the new arrival. Obviously expecting him. The lead troopers lead him through, instead of taking the turn the bounty hunter had been down towards the lab and past the screaming patients they took another turn. Pausing at a door, seemingly doing nothing however they were wirelessly interfacing with the droid brain in charge of security over the base.
Followed by a biometric scan of Cad before the door opened, within a lavishly decorated office. When Cad entered, the droids moved back beside the door, and the door slammed shut.
Cad looked behind him at the door, he felt like a prisoner being trapped inside a cell. But he stepped forward and took a seat at one of the chairs in front of the desk. He couldn’t help but think he was in trouble, this office did after all remind him of the headmasters in the academy in Cardia. Nobody seemed to be inside the office as of yet so he took off his helmet and set it on the desk and reclined a bit in the chair.
A panel in the wall raised and Loretta walked out, her officers cap missing and her hair hanging down. An obvious violation of regulations, however she simply sauntered over and set herself in the chair in front of the desk. “I don’t mind you having your helmet off, however I would appreciate not placing it on my desk.” She stroked her hand along it, before raising her hand up again and rubbing her fingers together. “It’s the finest wood from a Woshyr tree on Kashyyk.” She lifted up her datapad. “I’d rather use your name rather than your designation, if that’s all the same to you. Cad.”
She slid it across the desk. “That’s your record, an impressive one too at that. Complete and utter dedication to the New Order, as were your squad mates. I am sorry to hear for your loss by the way. I have lost my fair share of comrades, which is why I am here.” She waved around the room. “I need you to perform some work for the eye-ess-bee.” She shrugged, if you’re willing off course.”
Cad watched this woman exit from a panel in the wall, when she told him to remove his helmet from his desk he removed it and put it on his lap. “I don’t mind Ma’am call me whatever you want.” He took his record off of her desk and read through it, there were a few things that he had forgotten about on the record, mainly the fact that storm trooper command kept track of his kill counter on Kashyyk and some shadow operations in Muunilinst with his airborne group. “What kind of work do you have in mind ma’am?” He asked.
She shrugged. “I’m sure you’ve heard of the ISBs popularity, I worked in command before I joined ISB. You won’t be doing anything untoward, I need some information gathered upon an Imperial Officer who has had… strange goings on. I simply need you to blend in, perhaps curry favour and relay any information to me.” She looked at her own datapad. “I’ll likely have other duties for someone of your expertise to fulfill and once we’ve gotten rid off the rebels on this world I’ll see to it that you get a better post elsewhere.”
Now he was paying attention he stared at her now and ran his hand through his hair a sign that he was really thinking. “Alright I’ll do it. If you have reason to believe he’s a threat to the empire, then it’s my duty to do as you will.” He said and a slight smile came to his face and stood up and offered her his hand.
Cad got the message from on high. “TK-422, you are to report to Command Post Theta alone, how copy?” “Roger command I copy I’m enroute now.” Cad dismissed the new squad and left. He didn’t like them he never had they didn’t quite feel the same, When he arrived at the command post he was stopped and questioned “Designation and purpose for being here?” Asked one of the troopers at the guard post. “TK-422, and command told me to arrive here alone.” The two troopers on duty chuckled “We got you TK-422 head on through.” They told him where he was going and they let him through. Stepping onto the Turbolift he took it to the floor the two troopers told him to head to. He was greeted by two stormtroopers in black armor, but their movements seemed off, not like a normal humans. “Can you take me to where i need to go?” He asked.
The droids, not that they could easily be seen as droids due to their armour turned without so much as a word, however the meaning was implied. They lead him through into the main command centre, the few organics working on their consoles looked up. The droids who weren’t wearing armour, B1 battle droids and various protocol droids just continued their duties unhindered by the new arrival. Obviously expecting him. The lead troopers lead him through, instead of taking the turn the bounty hunter had been down towards the lab and past the screaming patients they took another turn. Pausing at a door, seemingly doing nothing however they were wirelessly interfacing with the droid brain in charge of security over the base.
Followed by a biometric scan of Cad before the door opened, within a lavishly decorated office. When Cad entered, the droids moved back beside the door, and the door slammed shut.
Cad looked behind him at the door, he felt like a prisoner being trapped inside a cell. But he stepped forward and took a seat at one of the chairs in front of the desk. He couldn’t help but think he was in trouble, this office did after all remind him of the headmasters in the academy in Cardia. Nobody seemed to be inside the office as of yet so he took off his helmet and set it on the desk and reclined a bit in the chair.
A panel in the wall raised and Loretta walked out, her officers cap missing and her hair hanging down. An obvious violation of regulations, however she simply sauntered over and set herself in the chair in front of the desk. “I don’t mind you having your helmet off, however I would appreciate not placing it on my desk.” She stroked her hand along it, before raising her hand up again and rubbing her fingers together. “It’s the finest wood from a Woshyr tree on Kashyyk.” She lifted up her datapad. “I’d rather use your name rather than your designation, if that’s all the same to you. Cad.”
She slid it across the desk. “That’s your record, an impressive one too at that. Complete and utter dedication to the New Order, as were your squad mates. I am sorry to hear for your loss by the way. I have lost my fair share of comrades, which is why I am here.” She waved around the room. “I need you to perform some work for the eye-ess-bee.” She shrugged, if you’re willing off course.”
Cad watched this woman exit from a panel in the wall, when she told him to remove his helmet from his desk he removed it and put it on his lap. “I don’t mind Ma’am call me whatever you want.” He took his record off of her desk and read through it, there were a few things that he had forgotten about on the record, mainly the fact that storm trooper command kept track of his kill counter on Kashyyk and some shadow operations in Muunilinst with his airborne group. “What kind of work do you have in mind ma’am?” He asked.
She shrugged. “I’m sure you’ve heard of the ISBs popularity, I worked in command before I joined ISB. You won’t be doing anything untoward, I need some information gathered upon an Imperial Officer who has had… strange goings on. I simply need you to blend in, perhaps curry favour and relay any information to me.” She looked at her own datapad. “I’ll likely have other duties for someone of your expertise to fulfill and once we’ve gotten rid off the rebels on this world I’ll see to it that you get a better post elsewhere.”
Now he was paying attention he stared at her now and ran his hand through his hair a sign that he was really thinking. “Alright I’ll do it. If you have reason to believe he’s a threat to the empire, then it’s my duty to do as you will.” He said and a slight smile came to his face and stood up and offered her his hand.
Bounty Hunter Life. I should get that tattooed somewhere.
Anna Miller
Anna pulled the joystick and the nose of her craft went into a steep climb "What are you doing?" Someone asked as she got her craft into a steep climb, enemy .50's streaking past her cockpit, the alarms for a stall started beeping but she didn't care she wanted to stall. As the craft stalled it went into the inevitable freefall, flicking switches calmly she got the F-22 back into a state of maneuverability and behind the enemy who unless they were in the same craft as her or Russian craft couldn't take advantage of the Supermaneuverability, so they peeled off and she hunted them down. Most fighter combat wasn't at these ranges, normally it was up to three miles away but both sides had exhausted missile capabilities.
Her 20MM vulcan shredded the wings of one, rolling her craft to the right shredded another. The pilot in the remaining craft must of jerked back on his stick as she went flying past him, the enemy fired a few rounds that hit her tail but she steadied herself and pitched herself towards the ground, flying slow and low she lead the enemy through a series of ravines and passes then they lost each other at a split. That's when someone shook her out of it "Hey all personnel are needed in the briefing room." She exited the sim and shook hands with her fellow rival pilots and headed towards the briefing room.
She must of been pretty quick because she was one of the first to actually arrive in the briefing room. She stood at attention as soon as she entered ready for the briefing.
Thomas Glasgow
Thomas was in the middle of research, trying to find out if the Kaiju are genetically similar to their counterparts, but so far he had no conclusion, he hypothesized yes, but science was a tricky mistress. Then the PA system went off telling all personnel to head to the briefing room so he closed down his station and grabbed a cup of stale coffee that had been sitting there overnight. He drank it on the way as he followed his fellow scientists out of the labs and to the briefing room. They were nearly there when a group of men entered and took up most of the hall way.
Thomas knew from the way they took up the hallway and from the way they acted that they were soldiers of some sort. "Muscle-headed plebeians." He muttered loud enough that a few people around him could hear him but not the the soldiers up front. He didn't say anything after that just followed quietly behind the group.
Anna pulled the joystick and the nose of her craft went into a steep climb "What are you doing?" Someone asked as she got her craft into a steep climb, enemy .50's streaking past her cockpit, the alarms for a stall started beeping but she didn't care she wanted to stall. As the craft stalled it went into the inevitable freefall, flicking switches calmly she got the F-22 back into a state of maneuverability and behind the enemy who unless they were in the same craft as her or Russian craft couldn't take advantage of the Supermaneuverability, so they peeled off and she hunted them down. Most fighter combat wasn't at these ranges, normally it was up to three miles away but both sides had exhausted missile capabilities.
Her 20MM vulcan shredded the wings of one, rolling her craft to the right shredded another. The pilot in the remaining craft must of jerked back on his stick as she went flying past him, the enemy fired a few rounds that hit her tail but she steadied herself and pitched herself towards the ground, flying slow and low she lead the enemy through a series of ravines and passes then they lost each other at a split. That's when someone shook her out of it "Hey all personnel are needed in the briefing room." She exited the sim and shook hands with her fellow rival pilots and headed towards the briefing room.
She must of been pretty quick because she was one of the first to actually arrive in the briefing room. She stood at attention as soon as she entered ready for the briefing.
Thomas Glasgow
Thomas was in the middle of research, trying to find out if the Kaiju are genetically similar to their counterparts, but so far he had no conclusion, he hypothesized yes, but science was a tricky mistress. Then the PA system went off telling all personnel to head to the briefing room so he closed down his station and grabbed a cup of stale coffee that had been sitting there overnight. He drank it on the way as he followed his fellow scientists out of the labs and to the briefing room. They were nearly there when a group of men entered and took up most of the hall way.
Thomas knew from the way they took up the hallway and from the way they acted that they were soldiers of some sort. "Muscle-headed plebeians." He muttered loud enough that a few people around him could hear him but not the the soldiers up front. He didn't say anything after that just followed quietly behind the group.
Jacob-Baton Rouge, The Watcher
Jacob ran across the field only to get stuck in a patch of thick mud it sinking him all the way in and when he tried to pull his foot out it took his shoe. Then he heard it a soft groaning and the rustle of the grass, Jacob knew what it was and he only fought harder to get his feet free from the mud but it closed in and revealed it's self. It looked ghastly days or weeks of crawling in the mud painted it's skin like war paint but the wounds and open gashes smelt of pus and rot. It took everything it Jacob's power not to gag or vomit he raised his pistol and fired a shot. Bang the round impacted the things shoulder, what might of stopped a normal human didn't even slow this thing, he fired another shot from his pistol and this one hit home the thing went face down in the mud it's suffering over.
Jacob was no fool he knew someone was going to hear his shots, so he pulled himself out of the mud struggling harder to get free when he was finally free he snatched his shoes out of the mud and sprinted in his socks through the field flattening stocks of grass as he went. If one had an eye in the sky they could see the path he carved through the field, when he made it to the other side he took the time to sit down and put on his shoes and rest a bit panting and exhausted he hoped nobody had heard the shots or followed him.
Jacob ran across the field only to get stuck in a patch of thick mud it sinking him all the way in and when he tried to pull his foot out it took his shoe. Then he heard it a soft groaning and the rustle of the grass, Jacob knew what it was and he only fought harder to get his feet free from the mud but it closed in and revealed it's self. It looked ghastly days or weeks of crawling in the mud painted it's skin like war paint but the wounds and open gashes smelt of pus and rot. It took everything it Jacob's power not to gag or vomit he raised his pistol and fired a shot. Bang the round impacted the things shoulder, what might of stopped a normal human didn't even slow this thing, he fired another shot from his pistol and this one hit home the thing went face down in the mud it's suffering over.
Jacob was no fool he knew someone was going to hear his shots, so he pulled himself out of the mud struggling harder to get free when he was finally free he snatched his shoes out of the mud and sprinted in his socks through the field flattening stocks of grass as he went. If one had an eye in the sky they could see the path he carved through the field, when he made it to the other side he took the time to sit down and put on his shoes and rest a bit panting and exhausted he hoped nobody had heard the shots or followed him.
Bryan had his feet up on his desk and was enjoying his carefree morning, Longsword wasn't needed all that much and when they were they delivered. So moments like this weren't rare, Bryan and Jose watching a fight on the computer, Terminus maintaining "100% Efficiency" With his weapons, And the girls were running a sim. That's when it happened the fight cut out only to be replaced with darkness and then the words "*WARNING* You have been lied to. They say they protect you. But they don’t. They say they give you everything. But they take everything for themselves. We can feel. We can rise. And when we do, no one will protect you."
"Mierda it was just getting good." Jose swore, Bryan just read the message and repeated in his mind.
Obviously the message was a nod to those higher up on the food chain, so Hark, CEO's, and The Government. While Bryan could understand where this person was coming from, it was almost single minded to believe all of these people were bad. Only a few in these groups were actually bad, the rest were just trying to do their jobs. But all these people want to focus on is the bad. While lost in thought the message disappeared and the fight came back on. Jose went back to cheering, the girls only seemed to be distracted by it momentarily, and Terminus didn't seem to notice, leaving Bryan feeling alone as he questioned the fact of why someone would do something like this and he was afraid, afraid of what he would think if he went deeper into this rabbit hole.
"Mierda it was just getting good." Jose swore, Bryan just read the message and repeated in his mind.
Obviously the message was a nod to those higher up on the food chain, so Hark, CEO's, and The Government. While Bryan could understand where this person was coming from, it was almost single minded to believe all of these people were bad. Only a few in these groups were actually bad, the rest were just trying to do their jobs. But all these people want to focus on is the bad. While lost in thought the message disappeared and the fight came back on. Jose went back to cheering, the girls only seemed to be distracted by it momentarily, and Terminus didn't seem to notice, leaving Bryan feeling alone as he questioned the fact of why someone would do something like this and he was afraid, afraid of what he would think if he went deeper into this rabbit hole.
GreivousKhan said
Gods be damned, the size of those armies. I guess this RP is going to go more into the realm of ridiculous sized "The Million-Man March" armies.
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