Farlon Orbit
Tough, Disciplined, Die-hard.
[SIZE=11pt]NAME: Farlon Orbit - CT-0318[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]RANK: None[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SPECIES: Human (Clone)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]AGE: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Biological Age: 46 GSY[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Real Age: 23 GSY[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SEX: Male[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]HEIGHT: 1.83 Meters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]WEIGHT: 89 Kilograms[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]EYES: Brown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]HAIR: Black[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SKIN: Dark Tan[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]FORCE SENSITIVE: No[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][+] Experienced: Orbit has fought in a lot of wars, for a lot of people. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][+] Loyal: It was instilled into him genetically and through training, and he is unwavering in it.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][+] Sympathetic: Orbit’s looked out for himself for a lot of his life, but various parts of his life has changed this mindset. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] Regrets: What he did during the Clone Wars, and as a hired gun haunt him in his dreams and everyday life.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] Weak Right Knee: After one too many injuries, his knee has become a significant point of weakness for him. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] Greed: This new world has made Orbit very partial to cash. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]APPEARANCE:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Old Clone Trooper.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]BIOGRAPHY:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Orbit began life as any clone trooper. Ten years on Kamino, then off to battle. He was CT-0318 then. Like many others, his first crucible was Geonosis, memories of which still sit with him today. He’d go on to fight in two other campaigns, Krant and Thule. He saw his brothers gunned down in the glory of battle and others lost to stupidity and foolhardiness. CT-0318 fought amongst Jedi, and alone. He never questioned his orders or morality of his work, he had neither the time nor the will to think it over, he just fought. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]His life changed on route to Kamino after Thule, him, and others picked from various units on Thule had reached their combat limit, and were to spend a month on training duty before being shipped to somewhere new and deadly. But the consular cruiser never returned from hyperspace. Instead, it came out half way across the galaxy near Terminus, eight hundred years later during the Netherworld event. CT-0318 found himself alone and drifting towards the space lanes of Terminus. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]From there, he found out the war had ended, and he needed to start anew. CT-0318 took the name Farlon Orbit, and joined up with a local mercenary company, the Open Circle Armada, taking heritage from the Republican fleet of similar name. There he would serve as an officer and a specialty man, jobs he did not enjoy. Once he could no longer bear the stresses of command he left the OCA, becoming a gun for hire. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]This grey morality would weigh on his conscious, fighting for whoever was willing to drop a few credits on an aging soldier with a good shot. He’d do odd jobs here and there, a hunting mission for one, and escort for another. Orbit quickly found himself doing menial work with no real purpose in life. Something good inside him finally made a difference, and he went to work for the Kingdom of Commenor, as one of Queen Kay Arenais’ bodyguards. For once, he truly enjoyed his work. But his past eventually caught up to him, and his employment ended. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Now, Orbit remains adrift in a galaxy rife with chaos, unsure what the future holds for a quickly aging soldier. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SHIP:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]None.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]KILLS:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]None.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]RANK: None[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SPECIES: Human (Clone)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]AGE: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Biological Age: 46 GSY[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Real Age: 23 GSY[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SEX: Male[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]HEIGHT: 1.83 Meters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]WEIGHT: 89 Kilograms[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]EYES: Brown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]HAIR: Black[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SKIN: Dark Tan[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]FORCE SENSITIVE: No[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][+] Experienced: Orbit has fought in a lot of wars, for a lot of people. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][+] Loyal: It was instilled into him genetically and through training, and he is unwavering in it.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][+] Sympathetic: Orbit’s looked out for himself for a lot of his life, but various parts of his life has changed this mindset. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] Regrets: What he did during the Clone Wars, and as a hired gun haunt him in his dreams and everyday life.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] Weak Right Knee: After one too many injuries, his knee has become a significant point of weakness for him. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] Greed: This new world has made Orbit very partial to cash. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]APPEARANCE:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Old Clone Trooper.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]BIOGRAPHY:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Orbit began life as any clone trooper. Ten years on Kamino, then off to battle. He was CT-0318 then. Like many others, his first crucible was Geonosis, memories of which still sit with him today. He’d go on to fight in two other campaigns, Krant and Thule. He saw his brothers gunned down in the glory of battle and others lost to stupidity and foolhardiness. CT-0318 fought amongst Jedi, and alone. He never questioned his orders or morality of his work, he had neither the time nor the will to think it over, he just fought. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]His life changed on route to Kamino after Thule, him, and others picked from various units on Thule had reached their combat limit, and were to spend a month on training duty before being shipped to somewhere new and deadly. But the consular cruiser never returned from hyperspace. Instead, it came out half way across the galaxy near Terminus, eight hundred years later during the Netherworld event. CT-0318 found himself alone and drifting towards the space lanes of Terminus. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]From there, he found out the war had ended, and he needed to start anew. CT-0318 took the name Farlon Orbit, and joined up with a local mercenary company, the Open Circle Armada, taking heritage from the Republican fleet of similar name. There he would serve as an officer and a specialty man, jobs he did not enjoy. Once he could no longer bear the stresses of command he left the OCA, becoming a gun for hire. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]This grey morality would weigh on his conscious, fighting for whoever was willing to drop a few credits on an aging soldier with a good shot. He’d do odd jobs here and there, a hunting mission for one, and escort for another. Orbit quickly found himself doing menial work with no real purpose in life. Something good inside him finally made a difference, and he went to work for the Kingdom of Commenor, as one of Queen Kay Arenais’ bodyguards. For once, he truly enjoyed his work. But his past eventually caught up to him, and his employment ended. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Now, Orbit remains adrift in a galaxy rife with chaos, unsure what the future holds for a quickly aging soldier. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SHIP:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]None.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]KILLS:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]None.[/SIZE]
