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Alex Vicarus
AGE
► 19
SPECIES ► Human
HEIGHT ► 68"
WEIGHT ► 158lbs
EYE COLOR ► Hazel
HAIR COLOR ► Brown
HOMEWORLD ► Dantooine
GENDER ► Male
FACTION ► Galactic Alliance
RANK ► Rebel
FORCE SENSITIVITY ► N/A
BIOGRAPHY
Alex was born and grew up on a small farm on Dantooine. His father worked the farm, while his mother worked as a traveling nurse of sorts in the small spaced out community where they lived. By the time Alex was born, his older brother, Seth, was already old enough to hold a blaster and go hunting with their dad; something Alex always aspired to do himself one day.
After years of helping his mother and father in their daily duties, Alex finally got his wish and began going out to hunt with his older brother. By then their father had grown older and unable to move as quickly as he had wanted which made the task all the more dangerous for him. Seth taught Alex everything he knew about how a blaster worked, how to aim it successfully, how to squeeze the trigger at the apex of his breath, and much, much more. Everyday they’d go out and bag a kath hound or two to bring home to mom and dad.
That was until Seth turned eighteen years old, and decided the farming life wasn’t his calling. He signed up with a group leaving to go cause some trouble for the Empire. Alex’s mother was devastated when Seth left to fight with the rebels; his father showed his worry by becoming irritable, angry, and drunk. Everything fell apart for the family when news came that Seth had been killed in action against the Empire.
Alex spent the next eight years continuing the hunt, but broadening his territory to include hunting for everyone in the small community. His father stayed a drunkard, toiling the fields from dawn until dusk without ever really speaking to anyone. His mother tried to cope as best she could and continue her nursing duties. The loss of Seth had rocked the family to the core, and Alex knew it was a dead end there.
The day Alex turned eighteen, like his brother before him, he signed up for what had become known as the Galactic Alliance. He didn’t take a single glance back as he went through basic training; his family was of no consequence to him anymore. The only memorabilia from them was a black bracelet with his brother’s name etched into it around his right wrist.
After basic training, Alex met the squad he would be traveling with for a while. It didn’t take more than a few months before they had their first opportunity at a mission; a simple shake down run on a freighter pretty far out from any outposts or loyal worlds. It would be the first time Alex had done something dangerous since hunting by himself on the farm back home on Dantooine.
The mission started off well. The squad entered the freighter and began clearing it. Trouble arose when Alex and a squad mate started moving toward a particularly dark hallway near the stern. They were ambushed, though neither was hit at first. Eventually as Alex and his squad mate returned fire, the squad mate was hit and killed almost instantly. The rest of the squad arrived and Alex helped them neutralize the ambushers. They only lost the one rebel but made out with some valuable supplies from the freighter.
Alex was shaken by his combat cherry being broken, but he was left hungry for more. It was a strange feeling for him, as he was mostly motivated by protecting and helping people. It didn’t take long for the feeling to deepen as he was assigned his second mission a few weeks after the first contact.
This time they were deployed to Dantooine. The squad patrolled out to a small village that had apparently been having some rogue thug and pirate troubles. As the squad leader talked to the villagers, the squad set up security positions, though many were complacent. In the initial seconds of the firefight that erupted soon after, two of Alex’s squadmates were hit. Alex fought with the remainder of his squad, pushing the ambushers back and eventually calling in supporting assets to finish the job. They had lost 3 guys in the firefight, and another two were wounded.
Alex couldn’t help but wonder what kind of life he had volunteered himself for.
After years of helping his mother and father in their daily duties, Alex finally got his wish and began going out to hunt with his older brother. By then their father had grown older and unable to move as quickly as he had wanted which made the task all the more dangerous for him. Seth taught Alex everything he knew about how a blaster worked, how to aim it successfully, how to squeeze the trigger at the apex of his breath, and much, much more. Everyday they’d go out and bag a kath hound or two to bring home to mom and dad.
That was until Seth turned eighteen years old, and decided the farming life wasn’t his calling. He signed up with a group leaving to go cause some trouble for the Empire. Alex’s mother was devastated when Seth left to fight with the rebels; his father showed his worry by becoming irritable, angry, and drunk. Everything fell apart for the family when news came that Seth had been killed in action against the Empire.
Alex spent the next eight years continuing the hunt, but broadening his territory to include hunting for everyone in the small community. His father stayed a drunkard, toiling the fields from dawn until dusk without ever really speaking to anyone. His mother tried to cope as best she could and continue her nursing duties. The loss of Seth had rocked the family to the core, and Alex knew it was a dead end there.
The day Alex turned eighteen, like his brother before him, he signed up for what had become known as the Galactic Alliance. He didn’t take a single glance back as he went through basic training; his family was of no consequence to him anymore. The only memorabilia from them was a black bracelet with his brother’s name etched into it around his right wrist.
After basic training, Alex met the squad he would be traveling with for a while. It didn’t take more than a few months before they had their first opportunity at a mission; a simple shake down run on a freighter pretty far out from any outposts or loyal worlds. It would be the first time Alex had done something dangerous since hunting by himself on the farm back home on Dantooine.
The mission started off well. The squad entered the freighter and began clearing it. Trouble arose when Alex and a squad mate started moving toward a particularly dark hallway near the stern. They were ambushed, though neither was hit at first. Eventually as Alex and his squad mate returned fire, the squad mate was hit and killed almost instantly. The rest of the squad arrived and Alex helped them neutralize the ambushers. They only lost the one rebel but made out with some valuable supplies from the freighter.
Alex was shaken by his combat cherry being broken, but he was left hungry for more. It was a strange feeling for him, as he was mostly motivated by protecting and helping people. It didn’t take long for the feeling to deepen as he was assigned his second mission a few weeks after the first contact.
This time they were deployed to Dantooine. The squad patrolled out to a small village that had apparently been having some rogue thug and pirate troubles. As the squad leader talked to the villagers, the squad set up security positions, though many were complacent. In the initial seconds of the firefight that erupted soon after, two of Alex’s squadmates were hit. Alex fought with the remainder of his squad, pushing the ambushers back and eventually calling in supporting assets to finish the job. They had lost 3 guys in the firefight, and another two were wounded.
Alex couldn’t help but wonder what kind of life he had volunteered himself for.
Appearance
Alex has curly brown hair atop a young, chiseled face. He has hazel eyes that fluctuate between soft and piercing. His physical build is strong yet flexible, as a soldier should be. His muscles aren't particularly pronounced but not completely hidden either. Many times, if he goes without shaving for a day or two, a strong five o'clock shadow will cover his jawline, chin, and lip.
Skills
Alex is skilled with blaster rifles, blaster pistols, and blades up to about 12" long. He has the ability to think critically and come up with solutions to problems fast even when there is absolute chaos around him.
Gear
Alex usually carries the standard R5R Blaster Rifle along with a 12" vibroknife. He normally wears some sort of fatigues that will help blend in with his surroundings, and a Light Infantry Blaster Armor set.
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