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Casper-TBA

AGE
► 29
SPECIES
► Human
HEIGHT
► 5'4"
WEIGHT
► 164lbs
EYE COLOR
► Amber
HAIR COLOR
► Dirty Blonde
HOMEWORLD
► Planet
GENDER
► Male
FACTION
► Mandolorian
RANK
► N/A
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Nah

BIOGRAPHY

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Personality

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Skills

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Cornelius Grey​

Rememberance​

NAME: Cornelius Aurelius Grey
AGE: 23
SPECIES: Human

FACTION: Empire
RANK: Rank/Job

HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 210lbs
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Blue

Flakes of faux-leather clung to my shirtless, sweat soaked back. The cheap couch was on its last leg with patches of missing "leather" from all over the cushions, and the stench of liquor and sweat stained musk emanated from the well worn piece of furniture. I don't know how many ounces of cheap booze I've spilled on it over the years, but it was beginning to get foul. Just another item to add on the ever growing list of shit I needed to fix, if only I could muster the energy to do so. I laid there for a solid minute or two, encumbered by another night of restless sleep. By the grace of whatever Gods are out there, at least it was dreamless insofar as I remember. Absolutely dreading having to wake up so early and still sluggish from the previous nights drinking, I stumbled a bit trying to climb off the couch and made my way to the bathroom. The mirror was slightly tilted and covered in splotches of water stains and little specks of tooth paste, the metal frame rusting in the upper left corner. The man staring back at me through the mirror was unrecognizable to myself. All my youthful vigor drained away, my face hollow and gaunt. I rubbed away an itch on my chin, feeling the prickly stubble growing out of my sordid face. I sorted through the small empty boxes and other detritus on the countertop beneath the mirror in search of my razor, and so the morning routine began.

I always hated "fun runs" for the very act of running was anything but fun, though it was necessary. But it was not the physicality of it that bothered me. What I hated about it was the time spent in your head. If you focus too much on your body then you begin feeling all the aches and pains that come with such an activity. So instead you put that focus inward and zone out, get lost in your head and stuck with all your wandering thoughts. Some people are capable of emptying their mind and entering a sort of "zen" trance or runners high. Unfortunately I just end up remembering the things I want to forget, the things I'm running away from. So I run faster and faster, hoping to outpace them. Yet they remain behind me every step of the way inching closer and closer as the seconds tick by. My lungs were on fire and my stomach in shambles as I crossed the end point for the 12km run, promptly moving to the side of the trail, lurching over with hands on my knees and emptying the contents of my gut into the side ditch. The rancid stink of spoiled alcohol and bile bit at my nostrils as I heaved. Eventually I let everything out and convulsed a bit from dry heaving, stood up mostly straight and went off to meet up with the rest of my squad that had gathered while waiting for me. We went over the tasks that were delegated to my squad for that mornings' maintenance work and divied out the specifics, then planned that afternoons' training before breaking off for the first meal break of the day.

My heart was pounding and my eyes were puffy and bloodshot. I knew I shouldn't have taken a nap in my landspeeder but the exhaustion was getting to me and I needed to get some sleep. I remembered, this time. Her. The way the corners of her amber eyes scrunched up as she smiled, the way the edges of her mouth curled upward and the subtle arch in the center of her puffy upper lip. I saw the light in her eyes and that beautiful spark of life. The soft rounded face framed by curly bangs. That wonderful image of vibrancy and life slowly being juxtaposed with one of desiccation, boiled and peeling flesh, and the look of terror and desperation as the bright amber light behind her eyes faded away.

I try to focus on the better times, when we first met and the blossoming romance it became. The trials and tribulations of marriage and overcoming the loss we felt when she miscarried twice. I can't even say her name anymore, not out loud. Not in my head.

Those days are long gone now, afterimages of a life I'll never get back. The truth seared into my mind, corrupting and spoiling the past. We gave the Sith who had so inelligantly drove the Empire towards ruin a chance to just leave. Most did, however some chose not to leave empty handed. The ruination of my life has been the result of that. A simple lunch date befouled by a vile individual in that hangar bay. Maybe if we hadn't gotten split up by security when things first went awry I could have saved her. At least I might have died with her. Yet here I remain, unable to save her from the falling fighters, broken from the clamps holding them up in storage at the top of the hangar by whatever sick magic the Sith posessed.

I learned an important lesson that day. Whatever gives the Sith and their polar opposites their power, is a corruption. Just like any other form of power, it spreads through their flesh and poisons their mind. This sickness, this Force, it is a cancer that must be excised from the Empire and the galaxy with prejudice and precision.
Yet here I remain, left with dead memories and a broken promise.

I miss you, Lilianne. I hope I'll see you soon.

PERSONALITY​

A strong NCO corp is the backbone of any succesful military organization, and Cornelius lives to exemplify that fact. He will do whatever he has to do in order to get his troops the supplies they need, get them the best fighting chance, and keep them alive. Even if it means putting his boot down when dealing with incompetent higher leadership. Behind closed doors however, he's begun falling apart due to the loss of his wife. He will find purpose again, all he needs is a little push.

LEGACY​

EQUIPMENT​

Armor
Imperial Assault Corp Armor
—Grapple Line (Left Gauntlet)
—Concealed Blade (Right Gauntlet)

Weapons
BR8-A1 Blaster Rifle
-Underslung Grenade Launcher (HE Grenade)
-3x HE Grenades (Launcher Only)
-Reflex Sight: 2.5x Mag
-9x Gas Packs +1 already chambered
-75rds/pack

DA-34 Blaster Pistol
-3 Gas Packs +1 chambered
-75rds/pack

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Spoiler: Grey's Jargon Dictionary For The Uninitiated

-MSR/Main Supply Route: Technically any paved road, but usually referring to highways when in well developed areas
-TRP/Target Reference Point: Instead of having to expose yourself using a laser or waste time finding a grid location on a map to call for artillery/airstrikes etc, you can essentially boil the process down to "hey you, drop bombs here." Very useful in situations where time is of the essence.
-Linear TRP: It's a TRP, but linear. Used for bombing a length of road.
-ORP/Objective Rally Point: meet up spot
-OP: Observation Post: Tactical voyeurism spot. Once you meet up at the ORP, you send small teams to create OP's near an objective so you can look at the objective, and think hard about how much you want to destroy that objective
-OBJ: Objective