ReedeThe23rd

Star Wars: Western Frontier

I have a character idea I've been toying with for something off-site, and this could be a good place to see it in action as well. Count me up for this.

Warhammer 40k: Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader RP (Full, for now)

@JbcoolI'm still around as well.

Star Wars: The Beat (closed)

Trooper TK-2323 - Bradlev 'Rainstorm' Trawin

"Fire one, two, three, four, five. Pause for five. Fire one, two, three, four, five..." The fire drill ran through Bradlev's head as he sat at the firing range, his T-21 deployed on its bipod as he sent shots hurtling down range, attempting to place shots on various moving targets. This firing drill was something Bradlev had heavily trained with since its introduction to him by his squad leader. Bradlev's fellow LRB gunner, the comrade-in-arms he knew as Knockout, had been taught the same drill, and effective usage of it had becomes something of a competition between the two gunners. As Bradlev fired down range, he found himself smirking a bit as he brought down some of the more difficult targets in a single burst.

While Bradlev continued the drill, the voice of 'Swoop', Sergeant Kavis Vytuia, came in over the comms of Bradlev's helmet. Informing the squad that they were to assemble in the hanger and be ready for deployment. With that, Bradlev set about gathering his things from among his makeshit gunner's nest at the firing range before making his way to the hanger.

Bradlev didn't know much about the planet they were in orbit, and he didn't rightly care to know either. It was some kind of trash disposal world, and he knew the Empire held an outpost there for gathering potential raw materials from among the garbage, but beyond that he felt it didn't matter. All that did matter was that his unit gets in, do their jobs, and get out intact.

Stepping into the hanger, he saw that much of the squad was already assembled and standing in formation. Moving to take his place, he'd offer a curt nod and a polite "Sergeant." to his squad leader, before taking his place in the unit. Taking a place in the formation next to Aysié, on the opposite side as Kato, he'd offer a quick nod to the others in the squad that had assembled, before snapping into place properly and standing quietly, awaiting further instruction.

The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Barak Varr had always been a sort of 'home away from home' for Dathac. The place he often returned to for supplies, a real bed, and of course, a mug of drink only a Dawi could make. It was during the most recent of these visits that Dathac found himself wandering the grand halls and chambers of the Dawi city's public areas and places, looking for his next exciting bit of work in service to the peoples of the Borderlands.

It was during one of the many conversations Dathac was having that he was directed to Copperbeard's place of dealing. A strange Dawi, one dressed in an assortment of clothing that served only to obscure his given profession, a strange sight indeed. The dwarf spoke of a renowned longbeard, searching for any and all dwarfs brave and stout enough to take up the quest offered by this 'Copperbeard'. Dathac would thank the kinsman, and make his way down the halls.

Copperbeard's residence was built in a fashion that was distinctly Dawi in nature. Manlings and others would probably liken it to resembling some sort of fortress wall or other fortified structure, but Dathac recognized it as the abode of a dwarf of high stature. The torches lit the way in expert unison, and the armored head serving as the final grand display was expertly carved and crafted, a towering example of true craftsdwarfship.

Stepping into the hall, Dathac found himself part of a group of presumably similarly-minded Dawi, those looking for some sort of job or adventure.

After Karling and Aina had introduced themselves, Dathac chose to present himself to the elder. "Honor to you, oh lord, for allowing us to come before you. I am Dathac Metalcrest, a Ranger hailing from Karaz-A-Karak." Dathac's voice was quiet, but audible, his Khazalid bearing an accent that, while still Dawi, had a hint of the tone used by manlings of the Borderlands, showing Dathac's time spent away from home.

Star Wars: The Beat (closed)

Bradlev Trawin

Bradlev Trawin

"Fire enough shots at something, and you're bound to hit eventually."

Identification/Serial Number: TK-2323

Sex: Male

Age: 21

Homeworld: Corellia

Rank: Private

Role: Support

Callsign Rainstorm

Appearance: Bradlev stands at roughly 6 feet even in height, with a larger, well-built frame perfect for hauling around a heavy blaster and plenty of ammo. He carries himself well, with posture perfected during Academy training, and movement in the field befitting one of the Emperor's Finest. His hair is a shadowed brown kept cut at regulation length, though its natural texture makes it appear a bit messy even then. His beard is trimmed as a thin, neat frame around his chin and face. The scarring along his left eye is a remnant of his days at the Academy, and can be a bit irritating with its occasional tendency to itch.

Equipment:
Stormtrooper Armor and Standard Issue Kit
T-21 Light Repeating Blaster with Bipod
Ammo Bandoleer with Additional Energy Cells

Psychological Analysis:
Bradlev is a tried and true supporter of the Empire, and a dedicated soldier. His father served as a Naval Adjutant to the Republic Navy during the Clone Wars, retiring with full honors shortly after the restructuring into the Imperial Navy. As such, Bradlev was raised with support for unifying the galaxy, and groomed for a life of serving the Empire. However, the harsh reality of Academy training has sharpened Bradlev into a more pragmatic, but still fiercely loyal, soldier.

Backstory:
Bradlev's life before the Academy was one resembling Imperial upper-class society the galaxy over, shaping him to be loyal, ready to serve, and willing to give his life for the cause. With his father having served as an attache to the Republic Navy, and later the early years of the Imperial Navy, after years as a Correlian defense fleet officer, the entire family was thrust headlong into the lifestyle of the Imperial elite His father always seemed to idolize the military life, putting great emphasis on his own service, and constantly insisting that his service alongside the Republic Navy, and the early days of the Imperial Navy, made him the man he was today, a stern, no-nonsense patriot. Academy training, however, was far harsher than Imperial society and his father may make it seem, and it painted a different picture to the one Bradlev had been raised with.

Bradlev served in the 101st Cadet Squad at the Academy he trained in, and it was there he earned the nickname 'Rainstorm', and was quickly directed to receive additional training as a Support Gunner and suppressive fire specialist. Bradlev was never the best shot with a blaster, but he had a knack for timing shots with the necessary cooldown of nearly any blaster model, and one hell of a trigger finger. As such, he had a nasty tendency to just let loose on firing ranges and in training simulations, with the mass quantity of his bolts comparable to the amount of raindrops in a fierce storm.

Bradlev's training was harsh, rough, and nearly abusive in some cases. Between the constant physical and mental testing, the fierce competition between cadets for the glory from their instructors, and the insults and other expletives hurled at him from the instructors at a nearly-constant basis, Bradlev still sometimes finds it a wonder he ever made it through the first month as a youth. It was certainly not the glamor and glory his father liked the blather on about, and Bradlev did not yet see the connecting lines between this brutal regimen and the honor of serving the Empire.

One instructor in particular singled Bradlev out from amongst his fellow cadets, Instructor Jarek Varr. Instructor Varr had a bit of a reputation at the academy Bradlev attended, one for being a brutal taskmaster and firm disciplinary. He would routinely invent infractions to accuse Bradlev of, for which Bradlev would receive hard punishment. Bradlev simply rolled with the punches, as it were, considering this just another test he had to overcome. Instructor Varr did his damnedest to try and whittle Bradlev's spirit down, but dedicated to proving himself, and a fair bit stubborn, Bradlev continued to push onward through the training.

While serving in the academy, Bradlev had to suffer his first loss of a comrade-in-arms, and come to terms with Imperial policy on casualties. One of Bradlev's fellow cadets was a youthful, bright-eyed one named Tylin Creeke. Bradlev and Creeke got along well enough, sharing staunch Imperialist sentiment and a military family background. However, Creeke was always trying to push the limit with what he could get away with, and in an act of sheer foolishness, he managed to get past the locks on the training-issue E-11s keeping them on low-power mode.

Creeke's folly was that he didn't exactly understand the power and cooling systems of the E-11 blaster, and had set the rifle far higher than it ever would have been even in the hands of a full Stormtrooper. During a seemingly routine training run through a simulated battlespace, Creeke's rifle exceeded a firerate the cooling systems could keep up with, and after a sustained burst, it exploded, the blast killing Creeke, injuring several other cadets, and giving Bradlev his trademark scar, caused by shrapnel from the blast

Bradlev, like all the surviving cadets, took their first casualty hard, but reaffirmed Imperial stance and a healthy dosage of propaganda helped entrench the idea that such losses were for the good of the Empire, and Bradlev continued to soldier on through his training. Eventually, he graduated a fully trained Stormtrooper, specializing in usage of the T-21 as a squad support weapon, with his trademark 'rainstorm' of blaster bolts following him into his new post with the 121st Battalion.

'Imperius Unitada ober Totallex'

The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Dathac Metalcrest

Username: ReedeThe23rd

Character Name: Dathac Metalcrest

Clan and Hold (if any): Clan Metalcrest, Karaz-A-Karak, though he has not been home in over 50 years.

Gender: Male

Age: 100 years

Career/Profession (if any) and Skills: Dathac is a tried and true Dwarf Ranger, skilled in forestry and wilderness exploration and survival, usage of both the crossbow and axes of all kinds, and holder of an extensive knowledge of the wilderness of the Borderlands with many contacts throughout the lands of the Border Princes.

Equipment (Includes weapons, armour and so on) Dathac wears a mix of fitted plates and shaped leather over a chain shirt, all of it darkened and stained for camouflage purposes. Under his armor he wears dyed and colored cloth for blending in to the foliage of the Borderlands. Over all that he wears a cloak given to him years back by a merchant he protected on his way to Barak Varr. The cloak is enchanted, and aides his ability to hide in dense woods or brush.

For weapons, Dathac is armed to the teeth, carrying a quarreler and roughly 40 quarrels, three throwing axes, and a pair of hefty Dwarfish war axes, designed for usage in each hand. He also keeps a small pouch of gunpowder on hand for an improvised explosive, as well as tools for quickly starting a fire, and small doses of poison for usage on either his quarrels or the enemy's food and water supplies.

Dathac also carries a pack of light survival gear, such as a hook and line for fishing, a light bedroll, a grapnel and rope for climbing, and a hooded lantern that can shift from a broad beam to a focused one. Alongside that, he carries a small supply of rations, as well as a map of the Borderlands detailing Ranger caches and potential safe zones, as well as common supply routes between the Border Princes, Barak Varr, and even the rare ones that go to and from Karaz-a-Karak.

Physical Description : Dathac is a sturdy specimen, even for a dwarf. Boasting a large 4 foot 4 inch height, his body is stocky at all angles, well-built from years of rugged travel and fighting. His hair and beard are both thick and tough, a graying black mane that encircles his eyes and nose, with his hair almost reaching to the center of his back, and his beard beginning to near the ground as he closes in on his fated 120th birthday. His nose itself is short and thick, forming a center on which to focus in his face. His eyes are a peering stone gray, constantly darting from spot to spot, identifying potential threats, assets and liabilities.

Background/History: Dathac was originally born and raised in Karaz-a-Karak, and from early on he showed prowess for the skills of a Ranger. Constant questions about the outside world, getting caught slinking about in places he shouldn't, Dathac embodied much of the newfangled beardling personality traits the long beards would spend hours grumbling about. When he came of age to be apprenticed to someone, his clan wasted no time in hoisting him upon the shoulders of the first ranger they could get to take him. Dathac took to it like a beardling to their first ale.

Excelling as a ranger's apprentice, Dathac quickly earned the right to call himself a ranger in his own regard. After years of crawling about in the ruins of the underground roadways that formerly connected Karaz-a-Karak, Dathac requested permission to take leave to the surface, eager to explore the outside world. After much deliberation, and more years spent waiting, Dathac was permitted to explore the service, given a bare map of the area to make way, instructed to watch and guide caravans to Barak Varr. As Dathac performed this task over the years, his duties evolved, fighting raiders and enemies across the Borderlands, and working alongside the dwarf-friendly Border Princes to help them out as well, preserving the careful network of alliances and friendships.

Now Dathac is a seasoned Dawi Ranger, and after hearing rumors of a great gathering in Barak Varr, he makes his way back to the port city he'd visited so many times before, to take part it what might become his greatest adventure.

Star Wars: The Beat (closed)

@SepThat was never a concern of mine, though I appreciate the explanation nonetheless.

Star Wars: The Beat (closed)

@SepYour comment is noted and appreciated. I went back and added some more detail to Bradlev's history section, roughly two and a half more paragraphs, hopefully it helps fill in some of the gaps you noticed.

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Bradlev Trawin

Bradlev Trawin

"Fire enough shots at something, and you're bound to hit eventually."

Identification/Serial Number: TK-2323

Sex: Male

Age: 21

Homeworld: Corellia

Rank: Private

Role: Support

Callsign Rainstorm

Appearance: Bradlev stands at roughly 6 feet even in height, with a larger, well-built frame perfect for hauling around a heavy blaster and plenty of ammo. He carries himself well, with posture perfected during Academy training, and movement in the field befitting one of the Emperor's Finest. His hair is a shadowed brown kept cut at regulation length, though its natural texture makes it appear a bit messy even then. His beard is trimmed as a thin, neat frame around his chin and face. The scarring along his left eye is a remnant of his days at the Academy, and can be a bit irritating with its occasional tendency to itch.

Equipment:
Stormtrooper Armor and Standard Issue Kit
T-21 Light Repeating Blaster with Bipod
Ammo Bandoleer with Additional Energy Cells

Psychological Analysis:
Bradlev is a tried and true supporter of the Empire, and a dedicated soldier. His father served as a Naval Adjutant to the Republic Navy during the Clone Wars, retiring with full honors shortly after the restructuring into the Imperial Navy. As such, Bradlev was raised with support for unifying the galaxy, and groomed for a life of serving the Empire. However, the harsh reality of Academy training has sharpened Bradlev into a more pragmatic, but still fiercely loyal, soldier.

Backstory:
Bradlev's life before the Academy was one resembling Imperial upper-class society the galaxy over, shaping him to be loyal, ready to serve, and willing to give his life for the cause. With his father having served as an attache to the Republic Navy, and later the early years of the Imperial Navy, after years as a Correlian defense fleet officer, the entire family was thrust headlong into the lifestyle of the Imperial elite His father always seemed to idolize the military life, putting great emphasis on his own service, and constantly insisting that his service alongside the Republic Navy, and the early days of the Imperial Navy, made him the man he was today, a stern, no-nonsense patriot. Academy training, however, was far harsher than Imperial society and his father may make it seem, and it painted a different picture to the one Bradlev had been raised with.

Bradlev served in the 101st Cadet Squad at the Academy he trained in, and it was there he earned the nickname 'Rainstorm', and was quickly directed to receive additional training as a Support Gunner and suppressive fire specialist. Bradlev was never the best shot with a blaster, but he had a knack for timing shots with the necessary cooldown of nearly any blaster model, and one hell of a trigger finger. As such, he had a nasty tendency to just let loose on firing ranges and in training simulations, with the mass quantity of his bolts comparable to the amount of raindrops in a fierce storm.

Bradlev's training was harsh, rough, and nearly abusive in some cases. Between the constant physical and mental testing, the fierce competition between cadets for the glory from their instructors, and the insults and other expletives hurled at him from the instructors at a nearly-constant basis, Bradlev still sometimes finds it a wonder he ever made it through the first month as a youth. It was certainly not the glamor and glory his father liked the blather on about, and Bradlev did not yet see the connecting lines between this brutal regimen and the honor of serving the Empire.

One instructor in particular singled Bradlev out from amongst his fellow cadets, Instructor Jarek Varr. Instructor Varr had a bit of a reputation at the academy Bradlev attended, one for being a brutal taskmaster and firm disciplinary. He would routinely invent infractions to accuse Bradlev of, for which Bradlev would receive hard punishment. Bradlev simply rolled with the punches, as it were, considering this just another test he had to overcome. Instructor Varr did his damnedest to try and whittle Bradlev's spirit down, but dedicated to proving himself, and a fair bit stubborn, Bradlev continued to push onward through the training.

While serving in the academy, Bradlev had to suffer his first loss of a comrade-in-arms, and come to terms with Imperial policy on casualties. One of Bradlev's fellow cadets was a youthful, bright-eyed one named Tylin Creeke. Bradlev and Creeke got along well enough, sharing staunch Imperialist sentiment and a military family background. However, Creeke was always trying to push the limit with what he could get away with, and in an act of sheer foolishness, he managed to get past the locks on the training-issue E-11s keeping them on low-power mode.

Creeke's folly was that he didn't exactly understand the power and cooling systems of the E-11 blaster, and had set the rifle far higher than it ever would have been even in the hands of a full Stormtrooper. During a seemingly routine training run through a simulated battlespace, Creeke's rifle exceeded a firerate the cooling systems could keep up with, and after a sustained burst, it exploded, the blast killing Creeke, injuring several other cadets, and giving Bradlev his trademark scar, caused by shrapnel from the blast

Bradlev, like all the surviving cadets, took their first casualty hard, but reaffirmed Imperial stance and a healthy dosage of propaganda helped entrench the idea that such losses were for the good of the Empire, and Bradlev continued to soldier on through his training. Eventually, he graduated a fully trained Stormtrooper, specializing in usage of the T-21 as a squad support weapon, with his trademark 'rainstorm' of blaster bolts following him into his new post with the 121st Battalion.

'Imperius Unitada ober Totallex'

Star Wars: The Beat [Stormtrooper RP]

You can count me as interested.