Punished Rexus
Redmond Hugo Diggory
[SIZE=9pt]OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Intent: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Second member of incoming commando unit. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Image Credit: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]CineSnob.net[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Role:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Squad medic, and comic foil. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Links: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt][Provide links to any relevant threads, characters, companies, locations, equipment, etc here.][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]PHYSICAL INFORMATION[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Age: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]29[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Force Sensitivity:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Non-Force User[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Species:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Human. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Appearance: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Redmond Hugo Diggory has impeccable fashion sense, a trait inherited from his mother, whom often spent summers doting upon him with gifts of clothes. Because of this, whenever he isn’t fighting, he can often be found in address suit and the scent of expensive cologne. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]In terms of physical traits, Redmond is a tall man, standing at a lanky six foot, five inches. He isn’t particularly well muscled, unlike his colleagues who are ripped with them. His hair is a short and black, and his eyes are a deep brown. When he is the mood to be charming, he’s often all smiles, and teeth. But behind closed doors, or when you intimately know him, he’s a never ending well of sarcasm, making dry commentary consistently about the current situation, always accompanied with an eye roll. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]SOCIAL INFORMATION[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Redmond Hugo Diggory[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Nickname:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Doc, Doc Rich and Wanker. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Theme: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Civilisation, Andrews Sisters & Danny Kaye [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Loyalties: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]The First Order, Rexus Wenck. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Wealth:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Somewhat wealthy. His family owns a small business, and they do send funds to him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Notable Possessions:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] A blaster pistol, a nine litre vat of bacta, a blazer from his Hallgreaves Academy and a bottle of Byss scotch.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Skills:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Redmond is a skilled medic. Initially training as a doctor in Avalonia. Because of this, he has a little more experience than most others when it comes to the field of medicine, having studied for three years in the subject of surgery. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Redmond is also an able rifleman, although not particularly exceptional in this field. He can hit a target, and perform basic infantry doctrines, he is by no means a skilled melee combatant or grenadier, by any extent of the imagination. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Personality: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Redmond Diggory is an outwardly charming and sarcastic figure. However, once you get to know him, you’ll see him for what he really is. A self-absorbed bigot with a head for hedonism. He’s very open with his colleagues about his displeasure with their lack of personal hygiene, intelligence and inhibitions.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt] Redmond is more articulate than his colleagues, and he believes more intelligent than the rest of them combined. Because of this, he is arrogant, and if he looks down upon you in terms of intellect, or species, he will incessantly let you know. This will be done through his speech, and referring to aliens as “xeno’s”, no matter the species. He will also talk down to those not from the Core worlds, seeing them as inferior to him. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Despite his more repugnant character traits, he isn’t strictly speaking, a bad guy. Although he may be an insufferable arse most of the time, he’ll often risk life and limb to save his colleagues. Although this will be followed later with Redmond berating them later over their carelessness as he pours bacta into the wounds, or jabs them with an adrenaline shot. He does care for his squad mates, he just rarely shows it in a conventional manner. Redmond is most of all scared about his own mortality. Having experienced death intimately, he is scared to die, and believes that the end of the war, the end of his service is right around the corner. Whether this a lie he tells himself, or an actual belief is something only he knows for sure. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· COMBAT INFORMATION[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Weapon of Choice: F-11D Blaster Rifle[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· Combat Function: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Redmond isn’t a natural born soldier. He has come from a long line of businessmen, aristocrats and other figures of notable worth. Although he did train as a stormtrooper, he doesn’t have the combat finesse of most others. He is a medic first and foremost, so his action will be nine times out of ten, to help wounded allies with a bacta patch or a shot of adrenaline to get them going again.
In terms of combat ability, he’s awful with thrown weaponry such as thermal detonators and VX gas grenades. He is competent with rifles and pistols, and often is tasked with covering the rear in column formations. He does have issues with recoil control, though he has several kills to his name, so he must be doing something right. Additionally, he isn’t bad with a pistol, and to an extent prefers the use of it.
In terms of melee combat, Redmond is downright abysmal. Redmond is put at the rear, and away from combat because of this, since other members of his unit have far more experience in this area. Unlike Rexus or Twigg, he lacks the muscle strength, or experience to operate as a melee or unarmed combatant. If things go that way, and he has no way to escape it, the flight response kicks in, and he runs. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]HISTORICAL INFORMATION[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Unlike many, if any of his companions, Rettmond Diggory was born into great wealth, on the Core world of Byss. His father, Walthem Diggory was a wealthy shareholder, and war profiteer who invested in and personally managed weapons foundry’s for the Galactic Republic, and later the One Sith. Redmond’s mother was nineteen year old Crystal Diggory, a woman twenty years her husbands junior, and his fourth wife.
Redmond was, despite being the youngest of his fathers eight children, and six bastards, elevated to the position of heir to the family fortune. This was in part thanks to his father wanting to punish his three ex-wives, and ensuring that they would never be looked after by possible sympathetic offspring. To prepare Redmond for the life of an executive, Walthem sent Redmond from the tender age of five to the best schools money could afford, and in an attempt to network his son. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]And network he did, when Redmond was sent to Coruscants prestigious Hallgreaves Academy, he ended up mixing with the future elite of the Galaxy. Whether they be future officials in the Galactic Alliance, Free Worlds Coalition, and Commoner Sectorial Alliance. The education at Hallgreaves acted as quite an interesting experience on the young Diggory, and he came to enjoy the decadent parties indulged in by the students there.
Diggory’s education at Hallgreaves brought home mediocre grades, as he far preferred the company of women and his peers than that of his studies. The grades didn’t encourage his father, although Redmond’s assurances of improvement did calm fears somewhat. What would lead to his withdrawal from Hallgreaves, would be spice addiction. For six months, Redmond became addicted to spice, which was rife within the academy. At first it was only taken once at parties, but it soon became crippling. Redmond would spend his lavish allowance all at once for a weeks supply of spice. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]It wouldn’t be until an expose performed by a Coruscant holonet show, that Walthem Diggory had finally pulled his son back to Byss. Waltham paid exorbitant amounts to local physicians to stop his son’s self-destructive addiction. After three months of therapy, Waltham sent his Redmond to the Byss Boys College for Excellence, and although he academically improved, the “boys” mentality of arrogance, partying and the like persisted, but to a far lesser extent. The teachers at Byss College were stricter, and Redmond’s antics were frowned upon and the pupil was regularly disciplined. He was on the verge of being thrown out when his parents fled Byss for greener pastures. The Galactic Alliance had come.
Walthem Diggory, although at one point considered a candidate for the senate seat for Byss and considered a loyal supporter during the Galactic Republics rise to power, Diggory truly had no loyalty to anyone. He saw the senate as an ineffective tool, and in fact welcomed the Sith. Because of his brown nosing, he was allowed to maintain his impressive stock portfolio, and became something of an ideologue for the One Sith. He personally funded pro-government media, which justified the many genocides the Sith had inflicted during their time in the Mid-Rim. This combined with his weapons manufacturing, meant that to many in the Galactic Alliance, Walthem Diggory was a war criminal. Fearing asset seizures and a firing squad Diggory fled as soon as it became apparent that the Sith could no longer hold back the Jedi. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Walthem Diggory, his wife, mistress, butler, gardener and Redmond all fled the Core worlds to the Unknown Regions, with about six billion credits on them. The journey was tough on Redmond, who was old enough to know why they left, but young enough to still be scarred by the event in question. The circumvention of Alliance territory took about a month, and then it took an extra two weeks to make it to where the family would try to set up again, Dosuun, capital of the First Order. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Waltham, along with many other flocked to the First Order hoping to find shelter from an Alliance hell bent on ending their way of life. While many military types found a home with a more coherent military structure and armed forces, businessmen like Waltham found it hard. Especially with the new tax regimes, which saw most of the money Diggory made, given to coffers. Walthem would of course attempt to evade tax, which landed him ten years in prison and nine tenths of their remaining funds seized.
With most of their assets gone, Crystal tried her best to provide for her son, by setting up a hair stylist parlour in Avalonia. Unable to give care to her son as mch as she wanted, Crystal sent her to the best school she could provide, a state funded institution in Victoria. Redmond hated it. He felt that none of the people around him were his equals. He was descended from corporate royalty, these practical wastelanders, who had been raised on a backwater were beneath him. He didn’t see them as friends, he saw them as weaklings.
Redmond did however have the tables turned on him, and found that the cheques he cashed with his mouth, couldn’t be paid for by his body. Because of this, he internalised his anger, and was determined to prove himself, and focused on his studies. Redmond excelled, particularly in the fields of biology and chemistry. When the time came for graduating, and going to an institution, he decided to study medicine. Where he would, in his mind, find some way of doing things better than they already were.
Redmond moved to Avalonia, to attend the Tarkin School of Medicine, the premier institute for the study of medicine in civilian life. It was there, that the boys culture of arrogance he had missed returned. Many of his fellow students were in the same boat as him. The sons and daughters of bureaucrats, soldiers and merchants of the One Sith, who found themselves unable to work in the Core, and fled to the Unknown Regions. The same issue regarding insulting the locals returned, but now Redmond had people who agreed, and this meant that he could enforce his ideas via the fist.
Whenever he wasn’t fighting, or bullying people he deemed beneath him, Redmond drank, partied and gambled. Although he could pass his grades, eventually his excessive debaucheries caught up with him. When it became apparent that he may fail the medical course, Redmond found an option that would suit him. There was an offer of extra credit for those who would hone their medical skills with stormtrooper units, as apart of a new program of study. This would however mean that he would fully have to sign up to the stormtrooper corps, and undergo training, and operate as apart of one for three years. Once the three years were up, the applicants would be fully free to engage in their own medical practices.
Seeing an option to easily improve his grades, Redmond agreed to the plan, and was trained, and embedded in the 455th Engineer Battalion, a unit which had been recently raised for garrison duty. Redmond was fitted into F-Company, as a combat medic, where he learned the ins and outs of stabilising patients who had been affected by anything from chemical weapons to lightsabers.
War hadn’t played at all on Redmond’s mind as he trained with the 455th, he just thought his training would be a two year exercise to finish his qualification with honours and then he’d be done. But he was wrong. Dead wrong. Redmond was deployed to the planet of Kaeshana with the rest of the 455th, for the purposes of securing the planet, and aid medical teams with construction of infrastructure. When the Galactic Alliance intervened on the planet, and attacked the humanitarian mission on the planet, Redmond was thrust into combat.
His unit was attacked by a Firemane mechanised battalion and had bombing runs performed on it by Alliance forces. Despite the attacks, and horrendous casualties sustained in the battle, the Alliance could not push past them. Redmond during the battle sat at battalion headquarters, stabilising the wounded for transport, and running rescue missions on his comrades, under the command of Captain Jarn Renton.
For twelve agonising hours, Redmond watched as the men and women he’d been training with for the last eighteen months as they finally got the battle they had craved. But most sadly, he watched a lot of them as they perished. As someone who hadn’t been invested too readily in the mythos of Sieger Ren, or the spirit of battle as with the rest of the unit, Redmond wept for them. He listened as they asked him to carry on messages to loved ones on their deathbeds. As they screamed out for family, driven delirious by pain and anguish and cradled them as they began to draw their last breaths.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Within the first hour, Redmond suffered a mental breakdown. By the end of the twelfth hour, he was fully sapped. His tear ducts had run dry. His voice was long lost, now a horse whisper, and his muscles ached like nothing else. The arrogant arsehole broken by the amount of death and suffering he had been privy to. Though, his suffering were to begin days later. Redmond needed an escape, and found it in the ruins of one of the field hospitals.
Redmond, on a downward spiral of depression, and relapsed on his spice addiction. He spent three days there, misappropriating First Order painkillers to numb his own pain, and drinking his way through the day. When he was found by a member of the 112th Assault Battalion, he was arrested, and court martialled on charges of being AWOL, being drunk on the job and misappropriating supplies. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Although his superiors vouched for him, a Central Command court headed by hard-line ideologues and military men were less sympathetic. Despite the support of Captain Renton, who had just been awarded the Iron Sun, First Class, the court found in favour of the prosecution. Rather than discharge him back to the Tarkin Academy, they decided to push for reassignment. They saw Redmond as a weakling who needed to be busted into shape. Needed to be pushed hard, to be broken and then rebuilt as a standard trooper. The second was, was that the First Order was now at war, and needed every man and woman to do their bit.
That was how he ended up in the Gundark Gunners, a unit which had just been decimated in defence of the Citadel of First Light. At this point, the Gunners unusually didn’t haze Redmond as he joined their ranks. They too were in mourning, which gave the two a mutual middle ground to establish a relationship upon. However, Redmond would soon find the Gunners insufferable. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]As the Gunners sobered up from their experiences on Kaeshana, Redmond began to find them less noble savages, and more, well, savage. The fact that their commander, Lieutenant Rexus Wenck had difficulty reading words with more than five characters concerned Redmond. He pleaded with Central Command to review his status, and send him back to the civilian life he was so used to being a part of, to no avail. This in turn painted a target on Redmond’s back, and teasing him became something of a joke around the platoon.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Redmond would become something of a cynic among the Gunners. In the lead up to the Battle of Mustafar, he’d berate them, and lord over them intellectually with his prestigious education as a means to prosecute that case. However, this would not stick. Redmond served loyally, to an extent on Mustafar. When the time came to throw off his armour for his Grand Moff, it was more out of personal wish to live a long and happy life rather than malice spite. He saw with Wenck’s leadership, that his probable death was on the cards, what with the suicidal tactics, and lack of education on his part. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Although, by the end of the Battle he was surprised to have survived, Redmond retained his cynical disposition on the outside. Internally however, he was quite happy that the rest of the unit managed to hold off a two-pronged assault from what was probably enemy special forces. Despite this, he had earned the respect of the rest of the unit, having helped stabilise several members who had been wounded by oncoming fire on the godforsaken world.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Redmond’s service on Skor would be the last battle the Gundark Gunners were involved with. His inherited xenophobic traits, meant that he was rather pleased to be shooting at non-humans for once. And to an extent, he took glee out of wiping out wave, after wave of Skor’s local Squib. Although, he couldn’t help but feel dread upon seeing the Squib writhing in pain. That was an image, which Redmind knew would be used and abused by the Galactic Alliance.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]What Redmond couldn’t predict however was the anger of Central Command. Furious at the reported civilian casualties, the Gundark Gunners were summarily rounded up and executed by Supreme Commander Asharad Graush. Redmond was one of the six left alive in the Sith Lord’s wake. The medic felt lucky that he hadn’t fallen in his rage. But, upon looking at the survivors, perhaps the biggest idiots in the unit, Redmond felt nothing but sadness for them. Sadness, and something of a camaraderie. So, when Wenck suggested the survivors banded together, Redmond knew deep down he had to. Who else was going to mend the broken bones and treat the wounds? [/SIZE]
