@BingTheWing I suppose that makes sense considering the situation.
I'll go ahead and bump myself up to Green Leader if that's okay. I'm guessing the positions are going Green Leader, Green 1, Green 2, and Green 3? I only wanted to be Green 4 because of the nifty little call sign that could've been with the Roman Numerals.
@BingtheWing I tried to do something a little different with this CS, and it didn't come out just how I wanted, so it'll be a WIP for now. Please let me know if you want me to change it to a more traditional CS or just change anything in general.
Subject's Name:Johnathan Hilmore Shapiro Rank:F/O Serial Number:545-12-454 Date of Birth:1-5-1918 Place of Birth:Marion, OH. USAToronto, ON. Canada Physical Appearance: Subject is a Caucasian male standing 170cm and weighing 75kg. Hair color is black. Eye color is brown. Subject has no notable scars, tattoos or markings. Aircraft:Spitfire Assigned Callsign:Green Leader
Psychological Evaluation:
During customary physical and mental examinations the subject passed all presented evaluations displaying an acceptable level of coolheaded confidence and high intelligence. Throughout examination process the subject proved to be strong willed and honest (Command Project Overlook; Permission Granted) answering every question within reasonable doubt to recommend 2.7-9.8.
Examiner's Grade: Pass, Recommended for Turin Project
1.1Subject espoused Orthodox Jewish Faith and shows strong signs of belief in God and religious conviction for the destiny of humanity. When questioned on extraterrestrials the subject showed little interest, answering; "Dunno, maybe."
1.2The subject showed a rudimentary understanding of the material, though showed confusion as to why the test was necessary.
1.3The subject is a self proclaimed killer at heart. However when exposed to certain stimuli involving chemical burns, gaseous exposure of a harmful nature, and gruesome battlefield imagery the subject displayed negative reactions. Examiner's Note: Utilize for proceeding tests in final examination. The Subject however showed great interest in metamorphous images and monstrous creatures commenting on the skilled artwork involved.
1.4During proceeding examinations (reference to note in test 1.3) the subject showed increasing signs of mental distress at deaths related to chemical accidents, or weapons of a similar nature used during the Great War. Extended evaluation concluded a strong fear of death in general from the subject and a desire to control death through killing the enemy of which he has a great desire. Further tests revealed a slight fear of deep water and being run over by a train.
Examiner's Grade:Pass, Recommended for Turin Project
History:The subject grew up in the city of Toronto, Canada. His father worked as a lawyer in order to support a family of four. Johnathan is the younger sibling to his sister Margret. Upon reaching age sixteen O/F Shapiro entered the University of Toronto early, receiving higher education for a law degree in order to follow in his father's footsteps. His schooling was cut short by the beginning of the war, when Johnathan showed interest in the war effort, later joining the RAF through the Canadian Dominion. He was found adept at flying small fighter craft and was transferred to the British Isles for further instruction. Due to O/F Shapiro's intelligence and resourcefulness he was recommended by his superiors for Project Turin.
The Following information has been deemed Classified by Project Overlook.
Johnathan Hilmore Shapiro grew up in Marion Ohio USA with his mother, father, and older sister Margret. His father worked as a lawyer giving the family a fairly decent life even during the depression, and at sixteen Johnathan did indeed leave home to travel to Toronto Canada wishing to achieve a higher education in law. Shapiro was always a fighter at heart and was well known for getting into scuffles during grade and high school. His wild demeanor dulled slightly while in Toronto university, however the old vigor was reignited with the heightening tensions in world politics. In 1939 Shapiro graduated from his major in law, but instead of returning home he signed on with the Canadian military.
Despite the illegality of his actions, even with a degree in law hanging over his head, Shapiro joined the RAF in early 1939, completing his basic training later that year. Noting his particular skill in small fighter planes Shapiro's commanders transferred him to Great Briton to have him train to become a Spitfire pilot. Once there he finished his instruction with flying colors, and several new unexplainable tests before receiving orders to join the need-to-know Turin Squadron
I’m really excited to get started with my CS, but first I would like to point out how unlikely it would be for an elite squadron to be made up entirely of fresh graduates. Wouldn’t it make sense to have some characters with combat experience, or will those roles be taken entirely by NPCs?
I was thinking of creating a terrorist style character in charge of a sect of fanatical fighters. Someone whose not just a rebel, but a murderous criminal as well.
Outside the dimmed cockpit of the Reclamation tiny chunks of ancient stone bounced off the ship’s reflector shields, drifting away on their eternal journey. Tiny low beeps from the vessel’s functions display indicated each impact. They remained random and interspersed sometimes occurring in waves and other times as singularities at great length. They created an irregular tempo with which the cockpit’s sole occupant tapped his finger along too, attempting to predict when the next bleep would occur. At this point Javi was willing to find any entertainment to distract himself from the pained thoughts that threatened to mentally cripple him. Although the Reclamation needed very little supervision while in orbit, he found solstice in doing familiar function checks and status inspections on the vessel’s integrity. After long hours running through every single examination he could think of Javi switched to cleaning his blasters until they glistened like new stars.
Sighing Javi sat back in the pilot seat staring off into nothing, his blaster lying disassembled in his lap. The Jedi onboard had said they’d felt the deaths of thousands of their brothers and sisters over the last few cycles, a horrifying truth that was later confirmed by Master Kenobi’s message. Javi could see no reason to disbelieve what was being said as much as he wished it all to be a terrible nightmare. An irrational part of him wanted to be back on Coruscant fighting with his comrades at the temple, inevitably perishing alongside the Jedi and TSF. That would make things easier than living on with the knowledge that the only home he had ever known was utterly destroyed. The more rational part of him knew it was foolish and cowardly to think that way, and he couldn’t afford to be foolish or cowardly anymore. For all he knew he was the highest ranking, or even the last remaining member of the TSF. A thought that did not bode comfort to the paralyzing fear of his daunting task. How could one simple man who couldn’t even use the force protect the last of the Jedi on his own?
Just then the lifeless voice of the resident Jedi Master Azure startled Javi from his thoughts. Sitting up the pilot gave both the scanners and systems one last check over. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary he methodically set to work reconstructing his blaster. The complete weapon felt heavy and familiar in his hand, comforting his troubled mind. Stowing it away in its holster Javi flipped the autopilot switch on the command board and stood up, stretching and yawning. He’d been sitting there for a long time and the seats were hardly the most comfortable things in the galaxy. His back and legs protested vigorously at the sudden movement. Wincing Javi waited until the slight pain subsided before opening the hatchway out of the cockpit.
It was with a heavy heart Javi set off down the well-lit passageway towards the common. He kept his head up and eyes straight ahead like the well trained professional guard he was meant to be. Whatever the future held for them good or bad he knew his duty well, even if it was easier said than done. To follow the orders of the Jedi and protect them with his life. Despite the certain hardships that would most certainly come Javi was determined to not fail in this regard even if it cost him dearly.
Javi arrived just after Kresst, and he followed the Jedi knight into the main room’s interior. It felt odd saluting a droid, even if it was just the outer shell and not truly Azure, still Javi felt a little self-conscious every time he performed the customary action. Nevertheless he raised his hand to his brow before bringing both hands down behind his back to the position of parade rest. “Greetings Master Azure, Salavr. I just came from the cockpit with nothing to report from the scanners. As far as I know we are still alone out here.” His bit said Javi stepped back and out of the way, where he would wait quietly until addressed.
Name: Javi Knol Species: Human Age: 27 Role: Co-Pilot
Appearance:
]
Equipment:
Double leg holsters.
Two DL-18 blasters
Extra powerpacks.
Armpit holster.
Modified DC-17 Blaster Pistol
Wrist Datapad/comlink
Skills: Javi Knol is a trained and experienced TSF Guard and a competent pilot. A veteran of several small scale battles he understands the realities of war all too well, and can handle himself in a life or death situation. He is also adapt at staying perfectly still and alert for extended periods of time and is trained to pick out and identify any suspicious personnel.
Abilities: Javi Knol has a very limited connection to the force, one that was too small to allow him to continue Jedi training, but enough to keep him slightly more attuned to his surrounding than the average human. It gives him a strong advantage when flying, and allows him to pick up on other's emotions, though not with the same efficiency of a Jedi.
Weaknesses: Javi suffers from shellshock and has psychopathic tendencies when aroused. He lacks self-confidence and people skills which he makes up for by being annoying or brash. He also holds all force users in very high regard and can be hasty in defending their honor as he essentially considers them to be his family. An emotional attachment that most Jedi do not return.
History: Born in the lower levels of Coruscant Javi was left to die, abandoned at his first breath. Javi was doomed to perish in the first hours of his life when he was detected by the Jedi Order to be potentially force sensitive. Sensing the child beneath Coruscant’s upper levels a Jedi Knight Javi Knol (Javi’s namesake) was dispatched to retrieve the baby for the traditional indoctrination of force sensitive children into the Jedi. Javi elder descended quickly into Coruscant’s dangerous lower levels using the force to guide his way towards the baby, only to discover he was already taken by a gang of hungry Rodians, who were unwilling to part with their lucky find easily.
Javi elder engaged the gang in battle, finding himself hard pressed and surrounded by hostile entities deep in the heart of Coruscant. Despite the odds Javi succeeded in securing the baby and retreating to his speeder, and though gravely wounded, he managed to escape. He arrived back to the temple barely conscious, dying only a few days after, the baby he saved ultimately being named after him in remembrance. Javi Knol.
While initially the Jedi began training little Javi in the ways of the Jedi it was soon discovered he had a minute connection to the force, and as a result he failed in his initial testing at age five. Knowing Javi had no home to return to the Jedi instead placed him in training for the Temple Security Forces TSF, offering him a chance to continue his life with the Jedi. Javi excelled at his training making remarkable leaps in skill for one so young. His life was notably easy and comfortable, standing post when required and spending his free time in some of the many cantinas on Coruscant with his friends in the TSF. After several years amongst the Temple Guard he was reassigned to the more elite Scout Division where he acted as a guard for Jedi envoys. He would journey across the galaxy with different Jedi Knights, returning to Coruscant at the mission’s conclusion to brag about his exploits and adventures. All this changed however once the war kicked off.
Javi Knol suddenly found himself and his unit zooming from one planet to the next providing rudimentary security for the Jedi, escorts services, and even acting as operatives for small scale missions. Javi saw more than enough action to last him the rest of his life in the months he served in the TSF Scouts. Unlike the clones the TSF often battled sentient life rather than battle droids, which left them more mentally scarred. Javi was no exception in this regard, and he like many of his brothers in arms would wake in the middle of the rest periods sweating and terrified.
Javi would claim he wasn’t a natural fighter, but his actions on the battlefield left many of his seniors concerned. On occasion he would fly into terrible rages, cursing and screaming during battle, throwing himself into dangerous situations without a second thought. Sometimes when in close quarters Javi would continue shooting dead enemies long after they were slain, only stopping once ordered or when the body no longer resembled something that might’ve once been alive. More than one TSF officer expressed concern for Javi’s state of mind, requesting he get cycled back to the temple to stand once more as a temple guard far away from the battlefield. Something Javi regularly requested himself.
After nearly a year as a TSF Scout Javi finally managed to get reassigned as a Temple Guard once more, returning to the less vicious life of standing watch over the temple grounds. Here he stayed until age Twenty four when he finally qualified to begin pilot training. Exhilarated at the chance to fly one of the Jedi’s training cruisers Javi worked hard at his training and two years later he finally graduated and was qualified to fly the Jedi vessels on non-dangerous missions, acting as pilot and TSF guard. He was assigned to Co-pilot a Jedi exploration ship named the Reclamation, and has been there over the last year until Jedi Kenobi’s message. Javi reacted badly upon hearing it, devastated by the knowledge that the only family and home he had ever know may be gone forever.
Name: Javi Knol Species: Human Age: 27 Role: Co-Pilot
Appearance:
]
Equipment:
Double leg holsters.
Two DL-18 blasters
Extra powerpacks.
Armpit holster.
Modified DC-17 Blaster Pistol
Wrist Datapad/comlink
Skills: Javi Knol is a trained and experienced TSF Guard and a competent pilot. A veteran of several small scale battles he understands the realities of war all too well, and can handle himself in a life or death situation. He is also adapt at staying perfectly still and alert for extended periods of time and is trained to pick out and identify any suspicious personnel.
Abilities: Javi Knol has a very limited connection to the force, one that was too small to allow him to continue Jedi training, but enough to keep him slightly more attuned to his surrounding than the average human. It gives him a strong advantage when flying, and allows him to pick up on other's emotions, though not with the same efficiency of a Jedi.
Weaknesses: Javi suffers from shellshock and has psychopathic tendencies when aroused. He lacks self-confidence and people skills which he makes up for by being annoying or brash. He also holds all force users in very high regard and can be hasty in defending their honor as he essentially considers them to be his family. An emotional attachment that most Jedi do not return.
History: Born in the lower levels of Coruscant Javi was left to die, abandoned at his first breath. Javi was doomed to perish in the first hours of his life when he was detected by the Jedi Order to be potentially force sensitive. Sensing the child beneath Coruscant’s upper levels a Jedi Knight Javi Knol (Javi’s namesake) was dispatched to retrieve the baby for the traditional indoctrination of force sensitive children into the Jedi. Javi elder descended quickly into Coruscant’s dangerous lower levels using the force to guide his way towards the baby, only to discover he was already taken by a gang of hungry Rodians, who were unwilling to part with their lucky find easily.
Javi elder engaged the gang in battle, finding himself hard pressed and surrounded by hostile entities deep in the heart of Coruscant. Despite the odds Javi succeeded in securing the baby and retreating to his speeder, and though gravely wounded, he managed to escape. He arrived back to the temple barely conscious, dying only a few days after, the baby he saved ultimately being named after him in remembrance. Javi Knol.
While initially the Jedi began training little Javi in the ways of the Jedi it was soon discovered he had a minute connection to the force, and as a result he failed in his initial testing at age five. Knowing Javi had no home to return to the Jedi instead placed him in training for the Temple Security Forces TSF, offering him a chance to continue his life with the Jedi. Javi excelled at his training making remarkable leaps in skill for one so young. His life was notably easy and comfortable, standing post when required and spending his free time in some of the many cantinas on Coruscant with his friends in the TSF. After several years amongst the Temple Guard he was reassigned to the more elite Scout Division where he acted as a guard for Jedi envoys. He would journey across the galaxy with different Jedi Knights, returning to Coruscant at the mission’s conclusion to brag about his exploits and adventures. All this changed however once the war kicked off.
Javi Knol suddenly found himself and his unit zooming from one planet to the next providing rudimentary security for the Jedi, escorts services, and even acting as operatives for small scale missions. Javi saw more than enough action to last him the rest of his life in the months he served in the TSF Scouts. Unlike the clones the TSF often battled sentient life rather than battle droids, which left them more mentally scarred. Javi was no exception in this regard, and he like many of his brothers in arms would wake in the middle of the rest periods sweating and terrified.
Javi would claim he wasn’t a natural fighter, but his actions on the battlefield left many of his seniors concerned. On occasion he would fly into terrible rages, cursing and screaming during battle, throwing himself into dangerous situations without a second thought. Sometimes when in close quarters Javi would continue shooting dead enemies long after they were slain, only stopping once ordered or when the body no longer resembled something that might’ve once been alive. More than one TSF officer expressed concern for Javi’s state of mind, requesting he get cycled back to the temple to stand once more as a temple guard far away from the battlefield. Something Javi regularly requested himself.
After nearly a year as a TSF Scout Javi finally managed to get reassigned as a Temple Guard once more, returning to the less vicious life of standing watch over the temple grounds. Here he stayed until age Twenty four when he finally qualified to begin pilot training. Exhilarated at the chance to fly one of the Jedi’s training cruisers Javi worked hard at his training and two years later he finally graduated and was qualified to fly the Jedi vessels on non-dangerous missions, acting as pilot and TSF guard. He was assigned to Co-pilot a Jedi exploration ship named the Reclamation, and has been there over the last year until Jedi Kenobi’s message. Javi reacted badly upon hearing it, devastated by the knowledge that the only family and home he had ever know may be gone forever.
Name: Tadao Masanori Age: 41 Village: Kouga Weapons: Swords depicted Jutsu: Fire Jutsu; Tadao can accumulate his power into his fists and feet to send out concentrated blasts of orange flame. The blasts can be sent out in swift sudden bursts, or flamethrower-esque streams or plumes. He can also take control of existing fire manipulating it in accordance to his wishes.
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