Hand of the Fates
Hello, I'm an experienced roleplayer who loves the Star Wars Universe. The main character I've dreamt up so far is an out-of-touch clone trooper frozen in carbonite on an ancient slave ship, just waiting to be saved. Here is his background if you're interested.
NAME: Sergeant Omen the Arc Trooper
FACTION: Not a part of any existing faction but is ready and willing to start a new life in one if it fits his needs and/or philosophy.
RANK: Known as a Sergeant in the old GAR.
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 25 in Clone years
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6 feet even.
WEIGHT: 185 pounds
EYES: Under his helmet, he sports two eyes, one fake dark green and one black
HAIR: His hair is in two strips, both colored the same green as his eyes
SKIN: Tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: Has random force prophecies brought to him in his sleep, has the potential for force powers but needs to be trained in order to use them
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths: Is an experienced fighter and tracker. Is used to high stressed situations.
Weaknesses: Has lost one eye and is trapped in carbonite in a wreck floating out in space. If or when he gets out, he will also have temporary blindness. He also has little to no knowledge of this new, transformed galaxy around him.
APPEARANCE:
Has a scar through his green eye from a hot piece of metal lodging itself through his helmet and into his face, causing him to lose his natural eye. His legs and arms were also replaced with one of his arms housing a combat knife hidden inside wiring.
BIOGRAPHY:
Omen was first deployed as a Bomb Disposal Trooper within the 41st Elite Corps of the 3rd Sector Army. He was placed at the 3rd Army’s headquarters on Chandrila. He dealt with any threats inside the base that would arise but mostly just waited and thought about the life and path he was “made” to take and how much he wanted to make his own path, how he felt sad whenever he looked at families walking together, how he felt alone even amongst millions of brothers. To make matters worse, he started getting nightmares of him and others around him dying over and over again, ending with him waking up screaming and pillows being thrown to shut him up. The best he could curl up and wait for the day to come. His fellow troopers started to call him Omen because of his sad outlook on life and the nightmares he went through each night. This omen he displayed would come true soon enough, leaving a pond of blood in its wake.
One day, a bomb threat filtered down for Omen. Some separatist leaning nerf herder had thought it was a bright idea to stuff det packs into one of the headquarters holo tables. This same nerf herder also booby-trapped the panel so when Omen opened up the main access panel the whole building (due to additional det packs hidden on the building's supports) collapsed around him. While he would survive long enough to be pulled from the wreckage, both his arms and his legs would have to be amputated and replaced with cybernetics after being crushed by falling debris. He would also lose his left eye which would be replaced with a green fake one. Hundreds of clone soldiers, military contractors, and citizen workers would also die in the same blast and the base would be under a dusty haze for days. This event would also prove Omen’s nightmares were able to come eerily true.
Omen would prove extremely lucky in that his broken body wasn’t thrown in the waste bin, instead, he was trained into being an ARC trooper, the best individual soldier the GAR could offer. He would eventually execute missions in sabotage, infiltration, information gathering, and leading his fellow 41st Elite Corps troops into battle across the Outer and Mid rim. His efforts would be acknowledged in a promotion to Sergeant but his outlook however would remain dim as he heard the regs joke about “Hey, maybe if I fail as hard as him, I’ll get to be an ARC trooper too”. He was constantly dealing with depression stemming from failing to do what he was trained to do, leaving hundreds dead when he had survived. In addition, dreams of him being trapped in an inescapable cage caused him, even more, worry and grief and again this dream would come true.
As evening fell on Kashyyyk, Omen hunted a Trandosian Warlord and his band who were raiding local villages and taking the local wookies captive. As he stalked through the underbrush with his camo armor and his trusty DC-15X sniper rifle, a bear trap clamped around his leg. He would groan in pain before falling silent as a stun round made him collapse to the ground. The Trandosian decided to freeze his prey and leave his armor on display for all to see how he, the Great Kymu Kaz, had captured one of the best-trained troopers to exist.
The warlord soon left for home with his private slave-ship, jumping to hyperspace with a smile on his scaly lips. That smile would change to a frown and then a scream of panic as the hyperspace generator died and the stars around the ship turned into a meteor shower. The Warlord and his crew abandoned the vessel quickly after that, the escape pods setting out for Trandosha. The vessel however got through the shower unscathed and is now just floating in space, waiting for anyone to claim it as a prize.
SHIP:
Depending on the definition of owning, the ARC currently is on a Trandoshan Slaveship equipped with a dual rotary chain gun system, and a chin-mounted turbo laser. The space of the back two cargo modules have been made into the captain's quarters, 2 others made into separate crew compartments with double bunk beds, and the rest of the hold space being used a reception/ lounge area where the Warlord showed off all his kills with arranged seating and the like. The Belly has a 1.5 rated hyperdrive and a class 12 backup drive and can go a rated 65 MGLT in real space, pretty fast for an old freighter.
KILLS:
No PC kills
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
No Bounties Collected
Hopefully, you all find him interesting and I get to talk to you soon.
NAME: Sergeant Omen the Arc Trooper
FACTION: Not a part of any existing faction but is ready and willing to start a new life in one if it fits his needs and/or philosophy.
RANK: Known as a Sergeant in the old GAR.
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 25 in Clone years
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6 feet even.
WEIGHT: 185 pounds
EYES: Under his helmet, he sports two eyes, one fake dark green and one black
HAIR: His hair is in two strips, both colored the same green as his eyes
SKIN: Tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: Has random force prophecies brought to him in his sleep, has the potential for force powers but needs to be trained in order to use them
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths: Is an experienced fighter and tracker. Is used to high stressed situations.
Weaknesses: Has lost one eye and is trapped in carbonite in a wreck floating out in space. If or when he gets out, he will also have temporary blindness. He also has little to no knowledge of this new, transformed galaxy around him.
APPEARANCE:
Has a scar through his green eye from a hot piece of metal lodging itself through his helmet and into his face, causing him to lose his natural eye. His legs and arms were also replaced with one of his arms housing a combat knife hidden inside wiring.
BIOGRAPHY:
Omen was first deployed as a Bomb Disposal Trooper within the 41st Elite Corps of the 3rd Sector Army. He was placed at the 3rd Army’s headquarters on Chandrila. He dealt with any threats inside the base that would arise but mostly just waited and thought about the life and path he was “made” to take and how much he wanted to make his own path, how he felt sad whenever he looked at families walking together, how he felt alone even amongst millions of brothers. To make matters worse, he started getting nightmares of him and others around him dying over and over again, ending with him waking up screaming and pillows being thrown to shut him up. The best he could curl up and wait for the day to come. His fellow troopers started to call him Omen because of his sad outlook on life and the nightmares he went through each night. This omen he displayed would come true soon enough, leaving a pond of blood in its wake.
One day, a bomb threat filtered down for Omen. Some separatist leaning nerf herder had thought it was a bright idea to stuff det packs into one of the headquarters holo tables. This same nerf herder also booby-trapped the panel so when Omen opened up the main access panel the whole building (due to additional det packs hidden on the building's supports) collapsed around him. While he would survive long enough to be pulled from the wreckage, both his arms and his legs would have to be amputated and replaced with cybernetics after being crushed by falling debris. He would also lose his left eye which would be replaced with a green fake one. Hundreds of clone soldiers, military contractors, and citizen workers would also die in the same blast and the base would be under a dusty haze for days. This event would also prove Omen’s nightmares were able to come eerily true.
Omen would prove extremely lucky in that his broken body wasn’t thrown in the waste bin, instead, he was trained into being an ARC trooper, the best individual soldier the GAR could offer. He would eventually execute missions in sabotage, infiltration, information gathering, and leading his fellow 41st Elite Corps troops into battle across the Outer and Mid rim. His efforts would be acknowledged in a promotion to Sergeant but his outlook however would remain dim as he heard the regs joke about “Hey, maybe if I fail as hard as him, I’ll get to be an ARC trooper too”. He was constantly dealing with depression stemming from failing to do what he was trained to do, leaving hundreds dead when he had survived. In addition, dreams of him being trapped in an inescapable cage caused him, even more, worry and grief and again this dream would come true.
As evening fell on Kashyyyk, Omen hunted a Trandosian Warlord and his band who were raiding local villages and taking the local wookies captive. As he stalked through the underbrush with his camo armor and his trusty DC-15X sniper rifle, a bear trap clamped around his leg. He would groan in pain before falling silent as a stun round made him collapse to the ground. The Trandosian decided to freeze his prey and leave his armor on display for all to see how he, the Great Kymu Kaz, had captured one of the best-trained troopers to exist.
The warlord soon left for home with his private slave-ship, jumping to hyperspace with a smile on his scaly lips. That smile would change to a frown and then a scream of panic as the hyperspace generator died and the stars around the ship turned into a meteor shower. The Warlord and his crew abandoned the vessel quickly after that, the escape pods setting out for Trandosha. The vessel however got through the shower unscathed and is now just floating in space, waiting for anyone to claim it as a prize.
SHIP:
Depending on the definition of owning, the ARC currently is on a Trandoshan Slaveship equipped with a dual rotary chain gun system, and a chin-mounted turbo laser. The space of the back two cargo modules have been made into the captain's quarters, 2 others made into separate crew compartments with double bunk beds, and the rest of the hold space being used a reception/ lounge area where the Warlord showed off all his kills with arranged seating and the like. The Belly has a 1.5 rated hyperdrive and a class 12 backup drive and can go a rated 65 MGLT in real space, pretty fast for an old freighter.
KILLS:
No PC kills
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
No Bounties Collected
Hopefully, you all find him interesting and I get to talk to you soon.
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