Leon Politiker
Ambassador of Corporate Security Alliance
NAME: Leon Politiker
FACTION: Corporate Security Alliance
RANK: Senator/ Soldier
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 28
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 147 pounds
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Dark brown/black
SKIN: Light
FORCE SENSITIVE: Currently? No.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
- Excellent grappling skills; wrestler, as his father was.
- Supremely confident in own abilities to the point of egotism and extremely patriotic behavior in faction.
- Short tempered when dealing with people insulting heritage/anyone he takes pride in.
-Mainly concerned with him and his own people- though he may not act like it- in the end and willing to cut others out if they're interfering.
SHIP:
- A small, duel manned ship; a casual, upper-level ship used for comfort, not battle. Red outer-shell, both an autopilot function and a manual.
BIOGRAPHY:
A descendent of some of the greatest Russians- so he was told- from Moscow, Russia; Leon was raised by a single father- mother dead by ten, death, unknown to Leon- and raised fairly well in comparison to what you'd think a Russian single father would. His childhood was bland; taught in the style of wrestling for a decent chunk of his childhood and adolescence, the interest faded away as a 'young adult.' Growing his father's thin, Russian accent; his voice was fairly comprehendible, him sometimes making it thicker- as he was younger, not having such an accent as most Russians that still hung around the vast space did was disappointing. At the young age of eighteen, his father knew what he was going to make Leon do and what Leon wanted to do. Well, he wanted to do it after eighteen years of drilling old military stories into his head. It was the first time away from Russia as he boarded the military ship for all recruits interested. "Son, be a soldier, fight, understand war. But once that is done...become a politician, a fool stays a follower. A smart Russian- like you- leads them." That the last time he saw his father, ten years later, he sat in his senate seat; watching as his actions decided the fate of young soldiers whom he was just a decade ago. That has became his life, his everything.
KILLS:
Classified information, comrade.
((N/A))
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS: -----------
//Aaaand I swear the comrade stuff won't get annoying.
FACTION: Corporate Security Alliance
RANK: Senator/ Soldier
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 28
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 147 pounds
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Dark brown/black
SKIN: Light
FORCE SENSITIVE: Currently? No.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
- Excellent grappling skills; wrestler, as his father was.
- Supremely confident in own abilities to the point of egotism and extremely patriotic behavior in faction.
- Short tempered when dealing with people insulting heritage/anyone he takes pride in.
-Mainly concerned with him and his own people- though he may not act like it- in the end and willing to cut others out if they're interfering.
SHIP:
- A small, duel manned ship; a casual, upper-level ship used for comfort, not battle. Red outer-shell, both an autopilot function and a manual.
BIOGRAPHY:
A descendent of some of the greatest Russians- so he was told- from Moscow, Russia; Leon was raised by a single father- mother dead by ten, death, unknown to Leon- and raised fairly well in comparison to what you'd think a Russian single father would. His childhood was bland; taught in the style of wrestling for a decent chunk of his childhood and adolescence, the interest faded away as a 'young adult.' Growing his father's thin, Russian accent; his voice was fairly comprehendible, him sometimes making it thicker- as he was younger, not having such an accent as most Russians that still hung around the vast space did was disappointing. At the young age of eighteen, his father knew what he was going to make Leon do and what Leon wanted to do. Well, he wanted to do it after eighteen years of drilling old military stories into his head. It was the first time away from Russia as he boarded the military ship for all recruits interested. "Son, be a soldier, fight, understand war. But once that is done...become a politician, a fool stays a follower. A smart Russian- like you- leads them." That the last time he saw his father, ten years later, he sat in his senate seat; watching as his actions decided the fate of young soldiers whom he was just a decade ago. That has became his life, his everything.
KILLS:
Classified information, comrade.
((N/A))
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS: -----------
//Aaaand I swear the comrade stuff won't get annoying.
