"Gunner, HEAT, PC!"
HALL MANNARRA
| Theme | Fulda Charge |
| Aliases | N/A |
| Military Occupation | XT-62 MBT Crewman | Tank Commander |
| Birthplace | Ord Thoden |
| Age | 19 |
| Blood Type | 0 Rh (+) |
| Personality Traits | Sympathetic By the Book Naive |
| Rank(s) | Sergeant
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| Faction(s) | The Empire
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| Species | Human |
| Languages | Galactic Basic |
| Gender | Male |
| Force Sensitive | Yes (Undiscovered) |
| Character Alignment | Lawful Neutral |
| Height | 1.82 Meters (5'9") |
| Weight | 75 Kilograms (165lbs) |
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SUMMARY
Born in 855 ABY to a loving family, Hall had a relatively normal childhood spent in the rural parts of his homeworld -or what remained of them from the industrialization process on the planet- helping his father maintain the farm at an early age on the tectonically active planet of Ord Thoden in his spare time left from school, having nothing else meaningful to do on the backwater planet.
From his earliest recollections, he had always dreamed of leaving the backwater planet Ord Thoden and the family farm behind to see the massive galaxy out there for himself, to experience new things he had never experienced before, to see places he had never seen before, but most importantly, to find a line of work besides farming. As much as he willingly helped his folks with maintaining the farm daily, he grew tired of it as time went on as he grew up. Farming was a noble line of work, he had gained experience and learned farming through watching and helping his father; but he was just not cut out for it. The small backwater planet was no longer big enough for the lad’s desire to explore what he could do with his life. He certainly did not want to spend the good half of his life in that slowly developing backwater of a planet. He had put his mind early on to leave Ord Thoden as soon as he was of age, one way or the other; whether at the protest of his folks or with their support and blessing.
In a way, the Sith descending on Ord Thoden had played a catalytic role, speeding things up tremendously for Hall.
He was only eleven years old when Ord Thoden came under the attack of the Sith Empire in 865 ABY. The harrowing, ear splitting whines of the air raid sirens had filled the sky as the Sith invasion force commenced their descent on the Imperial world. The orbital bombardment of a nearby industrial sector, a herald of things to come for the world’s habitants by the hands of the cruel Sith, had seen the small family’s farmlands reduced to ash and cinder, as the barrage began and crept from the farmlands and towards the facility.
To this day, he still can’t fully recall how he managed to survive an artillery shell landing dead center on their house; but the the rusty scent of blood, and the acrid smell of burning vegetation and crops was permanently etched into his memory, as the rubble covering him like a heavy blanket was shifted away by his mother and sister, digging him out of the debris amidst the bombardment. They all had miraculously survived the merciless onslaught with minimal injuries, save for the lad’s old man. Spared a painful death, he was killed outright by the blast’s overpressure; vaporized, his remnants scattered to the wind, with not even a sleeve button left behind. Denied the time to mourn, the small family was forced to leave their household by the encroaching tall waves of flames from the farmlands to seek shelter and evacuation, eventually joined by their neighbors who had managed to escape the barrage with just their lives and nothing else.
Although ‘temporarily’ resettled to Ord Mantell as refugees as the authorities had told them, they knew they would never going to see home again. They were among millions, if not billions of people forced to resettle as refugees throughout the war. Resigning to the fate that awaited them in the slums of the city they sought refuge in, unable to continue their line of work as farmers in the overly industrialized planet, they managed to get by, but only just. Working odd jobs all the way from his early to late teens in construction sites as a laborer, or a waiter and sometimes a dishwasher in a restaurant or a cantina after school to provide for his family through honest work, the young lad stepped up, providing for his family, even as each passing day made it harder and harder to get by with the interstellar war waging on, entering a more harsher and more violent stage than before.
Unable to sustain their already low living standards with dead-end and odd jobs, only one path led to salvation in the his troubled and inexperienced, young mind: signing up for the army. In the early stages of his late teens, he had thought about it, but never fully considered it until a few weeks before his graduation from high school. Regrettably having found no prominent line of work to strive for, his options were very limited; they would either continue to live paycheck to paycheck, working chitty dead-end jobs as cost of living becomes more and more unaffordable with each passing week, or he signed up for the army, where he’d be fed three meals a day, could make decent amount of credits to send to his family back home. It also meant one less mouth to feed for the mother, too. Hell, maybe he could get some payback from the karkers that messed up all their lives along the way, too.
And if he were to die in the line of duty? Then his mother would be eligible for the death gratuity, which would help the family through these tough times; maybe, just maybe, that would be enough for them to be able to stand on their feet strong, with favorable living standards. Maybe they wouldn’t have to wake up to the smell of chit and mold in the morning anymore.
Setting his mind to it after extensive consideration, the young lad signed up a week before graduating from highschool, in secret from both his sister and mother. Leaving their apartment with just a duffel bag, a few pieces of clothing and just enough money to buy a shuttle ticket to report for the Maximillian Veers Maneuver Center in Adumar, the young man left in the dead of the night to surrender himself to the Imperial Army for servitude in the years to come.
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+Sixth Sense: The young crewman has the uncanny ability to become aware of encroaching danger to him or his comrades’ lives during battle, often perceiving events a few precious moments before they become a reality. Outside of combat and in social situations, his sixth sense also provides him the unique ability to perceive dodgy intent within people towards him if they possess any, through brief social interactions with them. +Soldier: Prior to fully specializing in his chosen military occupation within the Imperial Army of the New Imperial Order (formerly), Hall has undergone and successfully graduated the Imperial Army’s Basic Combat Training Course, reaching the infantry standards imposed on all enlisted personnel by the Imperial Army. +Crewman: Having trained and graduated the Imperial Armor School, Hall has the knowledge and training to crew and maintain the legendary XT-62 Cataphract-class Main Battle Tank, MBTb version in particular. +Mechanic: Having trained to not only maintain and if need be, attempt field repairs on the XT-62 while under fire, the young crewman can fix just about any ground vehicle platform under the use of the New Imperial Order with a toolkit and an instruction manual for vehicles he is not familiarized with during his training. +Combat Experienced: Since his first ever combat action on the lush forest of Dubrillion, the young Tank Commander has garnered enough combat experience under enemy fire to be considered experienced, his most noteworthy battle so far being the one on the frozen, barren and hellish landscapes of Ilum against elements of the Galactic Alliance.
-Trained, Yet Inexperienced Tank Commander: Combat experience is one thing; leadership experience is another, especially in a military setting. A recent graduate of the Imperial Army's Basic NCO Training Course in the venerable halls of the Maximillian Veers Maneuver Center in Adumar, shortly after his promotion to Sergeant, the young Tank Commander is yet to take part in a combat operation as a fully fledged Tank Commander this time. -Basic Infantry Training: Graduating the Basic Combat Training Course lasting up to twenty one weeks, Hall is trained and a decent shot, but he’s certainly not a top notch, cracked operative with special forces training and the likes; keeping up with his more experienced infantry/warrior counterparts in the field outside the armored confines of his tank would prove to be considerably difficult for him. -Melee: A part of his Basic Combat Training Course, the young crewman has received the training to fight in hand-to-hand combat if need be, but that is certainly not his strong suit. Opponents that possess more experience and have practiced hand-to-hand combat far more extensively than the young Tank Commander could best him in melee easily. -Force Nullifiers: Places or objects that negate or nullify the use of the Force can take away Hall’s uncanny ability to perceive danger before they take place, stripping him of his sixth sense until he is no longer within the area of effect proximity of said place or object. -
- 1x Standard Issue SRK-65 Particle Beam Service Rifle
- 1x Combat Assault Tank Armor Mk. I
- 1x Dog Tags
- 1x Weapon Maintenance Kit
- 1x Personal Protection Equipment Maintenance Kit
- 1x Personal Grooming Kit (Small)
- 1x Imperial Army Standard Issue Rucksack
- 3x Imperial Army 24 Hour Ration Pack
- 2x 0.5L Water Canteen
- 1x Datapad
- 1x Imperial Armored Force Field Manual
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Baptism of Fire
From the lush forests of Dubrillion to the frozen wastes of Ilum, the young tank crewman's mettle is tested under enemy fire.
Peacewalker | NIO | Ascendany of Defiance | An Age of Strife Story | Hubris of Empires | The Cold War | Invasion of Ilum [Empire vs. Alliance] | Sons of the Empire
Awards & Promotions
TBD
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NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
NameDescriptionKenth Horne (Former) Tank Commander, Brother-in-Arms Stege Pavan Loader, Brother-in-Arms Kale Varlo Driver, Brother-in-Arms
FAMILY
NameDescriptionOrron Mannarra Father [Deceased] Miria Mannarra Mother Kyla Mannarra Sister
OTHER
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Konrad Harrsk
Konrad Harrsk
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