I'm very interested in a "rouge squadron" type RP.
My character:
Name: Tracinya "Tracy" Reem
Gender: female
Race: Human
Home-world: Breshig
Age: 24
Eyes: Blue
Appearance: slender, athletic, attractive, long red hair with purple highlights, Mythosaur Skull and the words "Aliit ori'shya tal'din" tattooed on back, Reem clan emblem tattooed on Right forearm.
Profession: Pilot (Past: bartender, mechanic's assistant, soldier)
Personality: Country-side girl and tomboy Tracy can be tough as nails, but she has a sweet heart and passion for life and people. She was the daughter that always brought home a new pet, or was in trouble for beating up kids who made fun of her. She's quiet and can be socially awkward. Always ready to talk about something she is interested in, Tracy isn't always introverted and lights up when talking about what's on her mind or new exciting places to see. She is always up for a challenge. She's had her heart broken once or twice and has broken a fair share herself, she remains happily single though she longs for a good relationship. Her focus on the war effort drives her. Reem is a dedicated professional and hard worker. Tracy is loyal to her friends, family, and tradition.
Biography: Daughter of Akaan Reem, a MandalMotors executive and Mandalorian fighter pilot veteran. Tracy was trained by her parents as a warrior as per family tradition. Tracy was an only child and like her father, had a passion for flying and piloting star fighters. Handy with a blaster as well as a hydrospanner, Tracy was best known as a star pilot. She won several competitions in the Mandalorian Sector. Tracy joined the Mandalorian Protectors and spent four years training and flying covert missions preparing for combat against the Imperial presence in the Mandalorian Sector. Her father was killed secretly by agents of the Empire when he spoke out against the Empire publicly and was found guilty of supporting the Alliance to Restore the Republic. When Tracy found out the news she left the Mandalorian Protectors and her home to join the war effort. It wasn't hard to find the Alliance, and she offered her skills as a pilot and was quickly accepted into their ranks flying missions in an X-Wing. After proving her loyalty and distinguishing herself as an adept fighter pilot, Reem was selected to unit transfer to Intruder Squadron.
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Indy paused as Shay spoke up, something was off and she wasn't acting right. She wasn't even answering his question, but Indy ignored her response and continued with his lecture. "It shows that the ground had been dug up in those darker areas, and the roots of the plants were able to penetrate the tough layer of chalk that's just beneath the topsoil. In September of twenty-three, Crawford and Passamore began studying these darker areas, using the pictures as their only guide. They discovered the exact entrance to the ruin and a straight road which reached nearly to Salisbury, eight miles to the north. Stonehenge may be the first archaeological site anywhere that has taken advantage of aerial photography. I'm sure we'll see a lot more of its use in years to come. But we can thank the Royal Air Force for furthering our knowledge of Stonehenge."
He noticed Shay was still not acting right, but he kept going on. As class came to an end, Indy said that next time he would be talking about Stonehenge. "We've already discussed menhirs and dolmens, and now you can add trilithons to your vocabulary. Your assignment is to read all the articles titled 'Excavations at Stonehenge' by Colonel William Hawley that have been published in the Antiquaries Journal since 1920. Hawley as you know, is the archaeologist in charge of the current digging at Stonehenge. We'll talk about what he has found so far and the implications. Class dismissed. And don't forget, there will be a deadline for getting your topic approved for your term paper."
As the students filed out of the room, Indy put his glasses away, gathered up his notes, and thought about what he would say to Shay. When everyone cleared out, Indy grabbed his fedora was ready to walk out when he noticed Shay's messenger bag sitting alone at her desk. She must have left it by accident, Jones thought so he picked it up on his way out.
He searched outside until he found Shay lying down on the grass. He walked over to her and squat down next to her placing her bag by her side. He was quiet as she still looked out of it. "I found this at your desk..." He glanced up to see a man sitting down on a bench turn away a look to his newspaper. "Shay, what's going on?" he asked.
He noticed Shay was still not acting right, but he kept going on. As class came to an end, Indy said that next time he would be talking about Stonehenge. "We've already discussed menhirs and dolmens, and now you can add trilithons to your vocabulary. Your assignment is to read all the articles titled 'Excavations at Stonehenge' by Colonel William Hawley that have been published in the Antiquaries Journal since 1920. Hawley as you know, is the archaeologist in charge of the current digging at Stonehenge. We'll talk about what he has found so far and the implications. Class dismissed. And don't forget, there will be a deadline for getting your topic approved for your term paper."
As the students filed out of the room, Indy put his glasses away, gathered up his notes, and thought about what he would say to Shay. When everyone cleared out, Indy grabbed his fedora was ready to walk out when he noticed Shay's messenger bag sitting alone at her desk. She must have left it by accident, Jones thought so he picked it up on his way out.
He searched outside until he found Shay lying down on the grass. He walked over to her and squat down next to her placing her bag by her side. He was quiet as she still looked out of it. "I found this at your desk..." He glanced up to see a man sitting down on a bench turn away a look to his newspaper. "Shay, what's going on?" he asked.
It was a crap game anyways...
And now, I watch the Super Bowl.
=(
Indy rubbed his eyes before realizing what time it was when he looked at his watch. "Morning huh, why does it have to be morning." He said getting up. He put his pants back on and reached for his shirt. "Well, I guess we got to get you back home." he said buttoning up his shirt.
"C'mon let's get you out the back before anyone sees you here. I'll see you in class," He kissed Shay goodbye and sent her on her way after he made sure no one was looking, then he proceeded to shower and prepare himself for another day of teaching.
Indy made his way over to Stroud Hall in his teaching slacks with briefcase and fedora. He strolled down the hall over to room 113 watching some students dashing to their classes before they were marked tardy or absent. As he entered the classroom, he walked over to the blackboard, and wrote two words in large letters; FIELD WALKING, then moved to the podium and laid down his notebook. The walls of the room were lined with wooden cases containing neatly arranged displays of pottery shards, bone fragments, and a few skulls. A table next to the podium was stacked with books and field manuals, and behind it was the blackboard and a wall cluttered with pictographs from digs, which documented discoveries or detailed technical procedures. Indy had prepared yesterday after his classed by setting up the room for his lecture.
He greeted the students, noticing the blond who always snapped her gum, the serious young men in wool suits and ties, and the girls in their sweaters with ponytails and ribbons in their hair. His eyes fell for a moment on a good-looking dark-haired girl who sat in the center of the front row. It was Shay. Of all the students, she was the one who most interested him, but she also kept him on edge. She spoke up often, too often, interrupting with a question or comment, or answering a question he posed to the class as if she were the only one present. But that wasn't the real reason he was wary of her. Her name was Shay Black, and she was the daughter of Dr. James Black, the head of the department and his boss.
He opened his notebook to the lesson he'd prepared a day before yesterday. "Archaeology is one profession where you can take jaunts in the countryside," he began, "and still be working. We even have a name for it. It's called field walking."
Indy looked over the rows of bowed heads of students taking notes. He explained that field walking involved looking for deviations in the landscape. Slight undulations could indicate the remains of an ancient ditch or site of a medieval village. Change in the color of the soil or density of the vegetation was another indicator. If the boundary of a field shifted for no apparent reason or the shoreline of a body of water followed a peculiarly straight line, it might mean the presence of an ancient wall.
"But field walking doesn't always produce results. Stonehenge for example. People have walked all over Stonehenge and the surrounding area and didn't see any changes in landscape because they were too close to them. Near the end of the war, a military airport was built a short distance from the ruins, and photographs taken by a squadron of Royal Air Force in the summer of 1921 revealed some surprising details. It was discovered that the grain in an area leading away from the monument grew in darker colors than the surrounding area. Yet, it was impossible to see from ground level," he said.
"Does anyone know what would cause this to happen?" he asked.
"C'mon let's get you out the back before anyone sees you here. I'll see you in class," He kissed Shay goodbye and sent her on her way after he made sure no one was looking, then he proceeded to shower and prepare himself for another day of teaching.
Indy made his way over to Stroud Hall in his teaching slacks with briefcase and fedora. He strolled down the hall over to room 113 watching some students dashing to their classes before they were marked tardy or absent. As he entered the classroom, he walked over to the blackboard, and wrote two words in large letters; FIELD WALKING, then moved to the podium and laid down his notebook. The walls of the room were lined with wooden cases containing neatly arranged displays of pottery shards, bone fragments, and a few skulls. A table next to the podium was stacked with books and field manuals, and behind it was the blackboard and a wall cluttered with pictographs from digs, which documented discoveries or detailed technical procedures. Indy had prepared yesterday after his classed by setting up the room for his lecture.
He greeted the students, noticing the blond who always snapped her gum, the serious young men in wool suits and ties, and the girls in their sweaters with ponytails and ribbons in their hair. His eyes fell for a moment on a good-looking dark-haired girl who sat in the center of the front row. It was Shay. Of all the students, she was the one who most interested him, but she also kept him on edge. She spoke up often, too often, interrupting with a question or comment, or answering a question he posed to the class as if she were the only one present. But that wasn't the real reason he was wary of her. Her name was Shay Black, and she was the daughter of Dr. James Black, the head of the department and his boss.
He opened his notebook to the lesson he'd prepared a day before yesterday. "Archaeology is one profession where you can take jaunts in the countryside," he began, "and still be working. We even have a name for it. It's called field walking."
Indy looked over the rows of bowed heads of students taking notes. He explained that field walking involved looking for deviations in the landscape. Slight undulations could indicate the remains of an ancient ditch or site of a medieval village. Change in the color of the soil or density of the vegetation was another indicator. If the boundary of a field shifted for no apparent reason or the shoreline of a body of water followed a peculiarly straight line, it might mean the presence of an ancient wall.
"But field walking doesn't always produce results. Stonehenge for example. People have walked all over Stonehenge and the surrounding area and didn't see any changes in landscape because they were too close to them. Near the end of the war, a military airport was built a short distance from the ruins, and photographs taken by a squadron of Royal Air Force in the summer of 1921 revealed some surprising details. It was discovered that the grain in an area leading away from the monument grew in darker colors than the surrounding area. Yet, it was impossible to see from ground level," he said.
"Does anyone know what would cause this to happen?" he asked.
"You'll stay because you want to." Indy pulled Shay back onto the bed, and resumed giving her the distraction she needed. Even though she felt like her life was upside-down, Indy was determined to help her. And right now, that meant some affection she deserved. He held her in his arms as they laid in the darkness. He was glad she was going to stay the night.
Sorry, I'm falling asleep over here. Its almost 3am.
No you are fine, I'm sorry to hear that. You have my condolences. Post when you want to.
"Wait, Shay," He called to her. "Don't leave, Shay. I like you, and I think your fear is getting the better of you. Don't let that win," he said lifting her chin up with his fingers so he could see her eyes again. He wiped away her tears.
"You are strong, fight this. I can handle myself, and I won't let anyone hurt you. Trust me. We can beat them, things can change, if you would just give it a chance."
"Stay with me, fight with me, we can be a great team. Look I know how it feels to be left, my mother died when I was just a boy, and my father treats me as if I don't exist. I have had my fair share of heartbreak, and I've lost a lot of good friends in the war..."
"I'm not going to tell you what to do, but you're welcome to stay here, give me a chance, give us a chance, and a chance at beating your father at this game." He stared into her silver eyes, something electric about them as if he were gazing into a storm raging with lightning.
"You are strong, fight this. I can handle myself, and I won't let anyone hurt you. Trust me. We can beat them, things can change, if you would just give it a chance."
"Stay with me, fight with me, we can be a great team. Look I know how it feels to be left, my mother died when I was just a boy, and my father treats me as if I don't exist. I have had my fair share of heartbreak, and I've lost a lot of good friends in the war..."
"I'm not going to tell you what to do, but you're welcome to stay here, give me a chance, give us a chance, and a chance at beating your father at this game." He stared into her silver eyes, something electric about them as if he were gazing into a storm raging with lightning.
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