Rear Admiral of the Fleet of Everlasting Autumn
IMPERIAL NAVY PERSONNEL RECORD
SERVICE JACKET #416007591-6552908296
SERVICE JACKET #416007591-6552908296
Name: Naier Rambeigh
Allegiance: New Imperial Order
Occupation: Naval Officer
Ranks / Titles:
----- Rear Admiral of the Imperial Armada
Species: Human
Homeworld: Erebos
Gender: Male
Age: 31 years old (as of 862 ABY)
Height: 5' 8" (172.7cm)
Weight: 149lbs (68.5kg)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship: Taken - Complicated
Children: None
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----+ Space Warfare Officer: At the helm of the numerous ships serving under the New Imperial Order are the captains, commanders and fleet officers who serve and protect, and maybe even go further than that when ordered to. Naier counts himself as one of the more competent officers for several reasons: he's not flashy, he's not a radical nor is he a glory hound. In short, his greatest strength as a naval officer is his consistency.
----+ Political Animal: Although young, Naier's familiarity with the workings of political environments stems from his childhood as one of the many sons of Erebos' ruling nobility. Although nowhere near in line for inheritance, he has attended enough galas and social events to be aware of who to suck up to, and who to avoid. Very important in his line of work, where the right connections can move one the fast lane for promotions, all for the wrong reasons.
----+ Former Information Analyst: Naier temporarily left the public eye for a few years, where he was posted in the capacity of an information analyst for one of the more secluded branches of the Imperial Navy, screening documents and poring over field reports. After fulfilling his contract, he was re-transferred back into the main line where he effectively utilized his connections to rapidly advance in the ranks to command his own ship. Despite the years managing over a crew, he hasn't lost his discerning touch.
----+/- Never Dawdle: Most naval officers are content to sit and follow orders and directives. Naier lacks the patience to sit and wait, always looking for something to do or snoop around. His initiative is a double edged sword, for while he seeks to exploit any opportunities, many consider him a rash officer, too eager to act.
----- Temper, Temper: Naier has a reputation for ill-temper and an irritable personality in the Navy: a good officer yes, but a hellish commanding officer to anyone who has had the foul luck to serve under him. He swears enough to make a squid blush, and the consoles of his bridge are pockmarked with minuscule dents from the flying smoking pipe. While he has never physically attacked anyone, many crewmen give him a wide berth in the bridge - just in case.
----- Vices Maketh Man: The Navy is no stranger to strong drinkers - months away from shore leaves one with a thirst and an appreciation for good liquor to remind them of home. For Naier, any drink that gives him a buzz is a good drink. While he has never been actively drunk on deck, ever the astute professional, he is never far from a stiff drink. To make matters worse, he is an even more irritable drunk, and bad day away from drinking himself to death.
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Force Sensitivity: No.
Force Training: None.
Lightsaber Training: None.
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Choleric. Diligent. Decisive.
It is easy to see Naier as a cantankerous, irritable individual whose only vices lies in drink, but then again it is also easy to judge based on appearances. As a Navy officer, Naier is driven and ambitious, but also a perfectionist who demands excellence from himself, his crew and his colleagues. It is his belief that the collective successes of excellent individuals across a wide range of offices would propel the New Imperial Order into the powerhouse it deserved to be, and if that meant being the harsh task master, then it would be his birthright. Characteristically impatient towards people-pleasers and soft bureaucrats, Naier's derisive criticisms are only exacerbated by his strong dislike towards slackers and disorganized individuals.
Nevertheless Naier's charisma comes less from his silver tongue but his uncommon trait of straightforwardness and brutal honesty. Appreciation for his sharp tongue varies from party to party, but Naier surrounds himself with people with thick enough skin to take his jabs. However, behind closed doors Naier is unapologetically harsh on himself and his own harshest critic, demeaning his own actions and filled with self doubt to his conduct as a Naval officer. Did he make the right call? Was it necessary to have given that order? When so many questions fill your head, often the quickest way to silence it is with a stiff drink - or tobacco, if one's woman allowed it.
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Tight lipped with the familiar Rambeigh jawline, Naier's visage is thoroughly complimented with a stern gaze. At just under average height, he maintains a regular physical routine as an example to his crew, dabbling in boxing as a stress reliever. He has fair skin, with no scars on his face, although has a birthmark at his clavicle. His hair is dark brown, verging on the cusp of black. Combed back and kept in place with minty hair gel, his hair is slicked back to expose his large forehead, which is then hidden by his officer's cap.
Naier dresses conservatively when outside of his impeccably maintained uniform, rarely showing skin beyond his hands and face. He keeps away from fashion trends, not that he cared much for it. Instead, he distinguishes himself with his family's signet ring, a holdover from a much more ancient time and the only other accessory to remain on himself during active duty, barring practical items such as a chronometer. Ceremonial occasions may also seem him don his family's colours - purple and yellow - as a half cloak, draped over his right shoulder as per noble etiquette.
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Naier grew up as one of the many scions within the noble yet destitute family of the Rambeighs, whose claim to fame was only in their early contributions to Erebos' founding government. While their glory days are over the horizon, the family still carries an air of prestige to belie the sundered coffers that came with poor financial decisions and a life of hedonism and debauchery, lived by their more indulgent ancestors.
Nevertheless he was afforded an upstanding education among the various noble children on the planet, blissfully unaware or otherwise ignorant to the plights of the lower level inhabitants. Somewhere in his youth, he entered a secret arrangement with his female cousin, Marlene, with which they kept hidden from their families until it was discovered by the family steward. With their relationship exposed, the two were separated as far as possible, although they remained in touch by the way of a sympathetic servant.
Chastised for dishonouring the family and potentially ruining her chances of finding an attractive - and financially loaded - suitor, Naier was given the option of his choice of serving in the Navy, or losing the family name. He chose the former, and entered the service. His noble ties allowed him to sail through the Imperial Academy without much hassle, but his grades caught the eye of some interested officer in the Intelligence Warfare department. Shortly after his graduation from the academy, he was offered a position as an information analyst, with a steady pay and more importantly, safety from the front lines.
As a bonus, it brought him closer to Marlene.
He quickly found life as an information analyst to be very dull work, sifting through one report after the other and searching for minor discrepancies that rarely amounted to anything. His big break however, came when the schism between the Sith and the Imperials started to break out. Taking advantage of the unstable politics, he connected himself to the protesting Imperials and made firm allegiances. The moment the New Imperial Order was born, he left his post, no lost love for the Sith zealots. With the Naval Board desperate for officers to command their ships, Naier presented himself and won his superiors over with his tacit understanding of naval tactics and adherence to contemporary beliefs. He took command of a corvette, but quickly transferred to a frigate where he served for three years before earning his commander bar. He then signed another transfer to his current flagship, NIV Ode to Greed, where he remains to this day.
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Apparel
----- x1 Standard chronometer
----- NIO officer's uniform w/ rank and pinnings (several sets)
----- Various, more civilian apparel
----- Family signet ring
Armor
----- x1 set, Standard Imperial flight-suit
----- x1 set, TXP SBG-01x Bodyglove
Weaponry
----- x1 KXR SFP-60x Particle Beam Pistol
----- x1 REC-RCB/01 Enforcement Baton
----- Concussion grenades
----- Thermal detonators
Property and Holdings
----- A high rise apartment in the Great Necroplis of Erebos.
Vehicles and Vessels
----- Stalwart-class Carrier, Ode to Greed
Miscellaneous
----- x1 Monitor Probe droid
Face Claim: Lieutenant Halfrid Jorhn, by Will Nunes
Voice: Keith Ferguson
Color Code: #7D6BD1
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