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Lucius Vinticus

Lucius Vinticus

Member Since 06 Jan 2019
Offline Last Active Jan 16 2019 11:06 PM
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#1900035 Home on the Range

Posted by Lucius Vinticus on 10 January 2019 - 11:05 PM

From one of the portside hangar viewport of the Supremacy Class Star Destroyer Judicator the red ball that was Rilfor looked almost as angry as if the trooper was planetside. On approach it was clear that the atmosphere was trashed, swirls of maroon black that gave the rock the appearance of a large marble floating in the starry void. The surface delivered on the promise advertised by the sky, volcanoes dotted the landscape, occasionally erupting and forcing natives to shift across the planet like the ash floating around the stratosphere. Lucius took a breath as he viewed his homeworld from behind his helmet's permanent scowl for the first time since his family had left for Dosuun a few years prior. Probably the only human alive that could claim that unremarkable distinction, raised in a specialized bunker commissioned for his egghead parents by their benevolent benefactors. Now he was headed back to the surface with a contingent of his fellows on the most noble of armed marauding spacefaring pursuits, pirate hunting. 

 

Klaxons pulled him back to the task at hand, washing any thoughts of his family and pulling him fully into the present as his platoon rushed onto the waiting assault craft. The Star Destroyer had pretty much assured that this would be a trooper job when they'd only damaged the corvette class vessel that they claimed was responsible for the sacking and premature scuttling of several civilian craft unlucky enough to stop off in sector alone. Riflor was remote but it was still FO Space, and the Naval Brass diverted Judicator from SSD Battlegroup Epsilon shortly after confirming the initial report with a pair of long range scout craft, who observed the corvette skulking around Riflor's moons and occasionally trying to chase smaller vessels.

 

A pop hiss reverberated throughout the gunship's cold interior as the metallic ramp that served as a gangway between them and everything else closed. Lucius adjusted his hand on his G-11 as the clamps holding the gunship to the deck gave way and the pilot announced their new state of motion over the coms before launching them into the void. 




#1898460 Paid in Full [First Order/Atrisian Commonwealth]

Posted by Lucius Vinticus on 06 January 2019 - 10:41 PM

Location: Gunship Hangar Bay 

 

 

 

Klaxons awoke Lucius from a dreamless slumber in one of the many barracks aboard the gigantic five kilometer long space monster that he and thousands of his fellows found themselves aboard. It'd been a mostly standard run from what most of the old timers had said, some patrolling, some contact, but nothing terribly serious. No one in Lucius's platoon had been slagged at least. The trooper went about putting on his armor as the rest of his squad did the same, they'd only just gotten back from a twenty nine kilometer ruck in full gear around the ship's interior a few hours prior. Not that anyone showed it. A few of the younger men had barely concealed annoyance but knew better than to complain, nobody would care to listen and such things could bring into question a troopers dedication. They weren't guaranteed a regular sleep schedule when they'd enlisted. 

 

Lucius jogged with his platoon towards his company's staging point in the hangar bay, forming up and taking his position near the gunships that would serve as boarding craft in the event of ship to ship combat. No one had told anyone anything yet and the forty three stormtroopers stood silently, awaiting further instructions and wondering privately what awaited them. The CO appeared at the front of their formation and informed them that they were on standby for potential boarding by the Supreme Commander himself. Lucius shifted uncomfortably at the mention. He had an innate distrust of any manipulator of matter of most stripes. The advantages such a being had over someone such as himself and his fellows could be immense, if even half of the stories whispered around the barracks were true. 




#1898446 Star Wars Battlefront II

Posted by Lucius Vinticus on 06 January 2019 - 09:33 PM

Saw it for eight bucks on Psn and figured "why not". Pretty decent so far, awesome visuals, feels Star Warsy. Not a fan of EA particularly but I'd rather vote with my dollar for more Battlefronts as opposed to some of their other titles. 

 

 




#1898370 The Beauty of Incomplete Things | The First Order

Posted by Lucius Vinticus on 06 January 2019 - 05:08 PM

Iris- Upper Deck, Starboard side

Equipment- Standard issue Blaster Rifle and Sidearm, Infantry Ruck, Vibroknife

Objective- I USED TO BE AN ADVENTURER LIKE YOU 

 

Lucius stood among the veritable throng of First Order personnel waiting to board speeder transports with a relativity apathetic disposition. Lines still tended to cause the trooper to become a touch spacey, disappearing a portion of his attention to the part of his brain that regulated daydreams and wandering thought. He figured it had something to do with a social anxiety issue of some sort bred into him through years of only interacting with a handful of individuals at any one time. Lucius ignored the thought and stowed it deep within the recesses of his mind, such weakness wasn't befitting of a trooper and he wouldn't allow it to creep up for more than a few moments before flinging it down a pit. 

 

The sun glared down like the eye of an angry god, reflecting brilliantly off both the dunes and the deep blue of the river the Iris had settled near. Apathy was washed away in a single moment as awe took hold. Spending most of his life in a self contained bunker had left him with a deep appreciation of any nature he got to see without an environmental suit constricting his movements. Lucius smiled behind the monolithic Stormtrooper visor and felt a deep wave of contentment working it's way to the surface, the eternal shifting but largely constant topography of celestial bodies gave him a strange feeling of peace. The river would shift and the dunes would rise and fall with the slow progress of the ages but the essence of the world would be maintained at least centuries after his own corpse had returned to the ecosystem of one world or another. 

 

His musing were interrupted when the tell-tale click clank of a falling trooper snatched his mind and eyes to roughly half a meter in front of his position in the line. A man with a cane (Luther Ando) sauntered smugly best he could onto the speeder the before mentioned line was for. Lucius let out a chuckle as his comrade picked himself up and took his position in the speeder before placing himself near the thus far unidentified cane man. He tapped the Private in the driver's seat and then tapped underneath his own helmet's visor when the private turned about in his seat. The private nearly grumbled but stowed it, apparently taking minor offense at the teasing, a universal sorta "Pay attention to what your doing before you embarrass your fellows dumbass" gesture. Lucius snorted and settled in for the ride feeling a bit of amusement for picking at his thin skinned brother in arms. 

 

A woman larger than any he'd yet encountered (Zarha DT-313) berated the driver for the second time in minutes before placing herself in the speeder, noticeably causing it to lean to one side. Lucius laughed and tapped his left hands index and middle fingers onto the right side of his chest, a symbol that some who'd spent large amounts of time in EVA near certain systems would recognize, a thanks of sorts for the continuing harassment of their sensitive chauffeur. 




#1898178 FN-4229 Reporting in

Posted by Lucius Vinticus on 06 January 2019 - 06:22 AM

Hello all, getting back on the board and in the faction for the first time in forever. Got a shiny new stormtrooper locked, loaded, and ready to go. If anyone has any sort of threads conducive to a trooper feel free to give me a shout :D  




#1898173 Lucius Vinticus-FN-4229

Posted by Lucius Vinticus on 06 January 2019 - 06:08 AM

NAME: Lucius Vinticus- FN-4229
FACTION: First Order 

 

RANK: Private First Class- Stormtrooper Corps- Light Infantry 

SPECIES: Human

 

Homeworld: Rilfor

 

AGE: 19

 

SEX: Male

 

HEIGHT: 6'2

 

WEIGHT: 175

 

EYES: Gray

 

HAIR: Brown

 

SKIN: White

 

FORCE SENSITIVE: No

 

Parents- Dr. Marcus Vinticus and Dr. Mariana Vinticus 

 

Kit- Armor= http://starwarsrp.ne...mour/?p=1520146

Rifle- http://starwarsrp.ne...e/#entry1680385

 

Grenades-x2 thermal detonator 

Pistol- Heavy Blaster

Melee- 8 inch vibroknife located above his handgun and on the right rear of Lucius's utility belt 

 

 

 

 


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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) : 
Competent- For a boot he's sharp enough on his soldiering skills to probably not eat a bolt the moment he steps on a battlefield.

Perceptive- Pays close attention to his surroundings and reacts accordingly. Raised on a world hostile to human settlement efforts left a very low margin of error acceptable for even menial tasks. 

 

Brash- Has a tendency to hold his ground and speak his mind in situations where he should retreat or hold his tongue. IE- Picking a fight with a group in spite of being outnumbered 4 to 1, IE- Politely pointing out a junior officer's incompetence in a manner resulting in a near NJP. 

Tactless, withdrawn, suspicious of strangers- Being raised in such a rigid environment left little room for the social norms instilled in many during their childhoods and adolescence. Lucius will gratingly point out others flaws (particularly non troopers) and holds little regard for the opinions of others as long as he feels justified. Generally suspicious of folks motives until he's gotten to know them (More so to non troopers) 

 

APPEARANCE: Regulation hair cut, regulation height, regulation weight, regulation armor 

BIOGRAPHY:
Born to a pair of First Order Scientists stationed on Riflor under government grant and protection, Lucius was raised and instilled with values indicative of someone who's entire existence was reliant on the patronage of his Imperial benefactors. They provided everything from the generous salary his parents received, to the advanced recycling systems and walls that allowed them to survive Riflor's harsh climate better than even the native Advozse. Both his parents and their superiors agreed that it would be better for the child's wellbeing and in the interest of state security to keep him under the facilities watchful eyes.Throughout his childhood Lucius saw the First Order as a civilizing force in a largely chaotic and unlawful galaxy that sought to disrupt the long term goals of the Empire and it's successors, valiantly struggled and bled for by like minded individuals for centuries past. Both of his parents promoted the worldview and any visitor to his parent's lab always wore a uniform of the FO variety. His parents attempted to teach Lucius more than the textbook standard chemistry but found their efforts mostly in vain, the child had a natural affinity for literature and historical learning; never expressing more than token interest in much else. For years he learned of the outside from holobooks and FO news vids, waiting for the day he could venture away from their precariously planted laboratory and out into the galaxy at large to help bring civilization to the reaches of FO space. 

 

Lucius's adolescence saw a spike in both the youth's responsibilities and a growing drive to join the Stormtrooper Corp despite his parents protests. The crackle of his father's stern voice became more frequently heard on his Environmental Suit's coms as he replaced melted bolts on filter vents and repaired exposed wiring from the more severe rock storms present on the volcanic world. Young Lucius ceaselessly, though respectfully maintained the plan that had been formulating in his mind for years. He wanted to enlist, he wanted to fight, and he wanted to kill. The most historical precedence he could find for those goals lay in the Corp. Shocktroopers that had helped conquered a thousand worlds in the name of their Legions. As he drew nearer to enlistment age his free time became consumed with physical training and whatever Stormtrooper related holo material he could get hold of. Though they had severe reservations about Lucius's decision making abilities they eventually accepted it, begrudgingly acknowledging their son's decision as correct after observing the zeal he displayed in working towards his ambitions. 

 

Lucius enlisted the same day his parents rotated back to Dosuun at the end of their twenty year rotation, shipping out within the month, his physical condition acceptable and his personal history readily available to the Stormtrooper corp via the FO governmental apparatus. He shipped out among a group larger than the totality of the number of people he'd personally met in his eighteen years. His head was still spinning from the sheer population of the Capitol when he was first screamed at and kicked in the solar plexus for allowing his eyes to wander during processing to an area not directly to his front. The following months were filled with similar harassment and discipline as the FO conditioned him into someone willing and able to execute the FO's will in conventional ground warfare through grueling PT ands live fire exercises. The periodic thinning of the herd initially shocked Lucius but his DIs' words eventually dug their way deep as any other trooper. "If they couldn't make it here they'd get you killed out there." At the end of it all he graduated a rank higher than he'd arrived for marksmanship and pt scores before shipping off to his first posting and encountering horrors that would haunt his mind more than he'd anticipated. 

 

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