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| __ It had all happened so quickly, and it seemed wrong. To Cam, the Alliance had fallen in a day, and he had never seen it coming. There had always been stories, things he heard on the holonet, from the Alliance wide broadcasting channels, even hearing it in conversations as he passed, but who really took all that stuff seriously anyway? The only things that were at the front of his mind were the contracts he had yet to fulfill, and what needed to be done for the day. Misfortune and death had always been in the news. Even before the fall in times of piece, the bad news was still what came first, and after living with that his entire life, he had been blind to what had been unfolding around him. Not even the complete and utter annihilation of another Core World, Coruscant, was enough to open his eyes to the larger goings on of the galaxy. He had remembered seeing waves of Corellians mobbed around holoscreens about the city, he had even stopped for a moment at the rear of one of the groups to peek at what the fuss was about. All he had seen was something about the fall of Coruscant. ‘Worlds change ownership all the time.’, he had thought. All those except Corellia, Corellia had always been his, until the Sith came for them as well. He remembered it vividly, the day the Imperium came for Corellia. It had been a typical day, he labored with his co-workers in one of the dry docks in Corellia’s capital, working on the finishing touches for a cargo freighter due to take its first flight the next day. Cam heard screaming in the street, the ground had started to shake, and the eyes of the shipbuilders all turned to the open top of the hanger. It was the screams Cam remembered. He had heard the screams before he had seen the cause. People on the street had seen it before they had; they were too busy with their tools. Looking to the morning sky, his heart dropped. Star Destroyers, hundreds. He recognized the model of almost every ship above him; he had helped build many of them. Sirens had begun to sound as Corellian combat fighters shot for the sky. Then the rain of turbolaser fire started, he had spent a time purging the memory of what followed from his mind, though it still surfaced occasionally. He successfully escaped the city, but many Corellians had not been so lucky. For the first time Cam had no idea where he was in the galaxy. Corellia had always been his home, but not like this. Where would his place be, during a time of war? He had never been a soldier, nor had he ever considered being one in the future. He wandered for a week or so, following a group of refugees that moved about the planet, staying away from areas the Sith were attacking. It made him chuckle now, the way he had joined the Rebellion. Realistically he was volunteered, but he did have a choice. The group of refugees had found a small city to call home after fleeing the front lines, and grew comfortable after a few weeks. Their peace however, did not last long. In what reminded Cam painfully of his last day in the capital, the Imperium arrived at this city as well. His first reaction was to run once again, as he rushed to gather what little belongings he had with the others. As the mob of refugees made their way out of the small city, they were passed by a group of militia wearing the symbol of the Rebellion. The militia was sprinting in the opposite direction, into the fight against the Imperium. Cam stopped, and watched their faces. Many of them were young men, some of them were aged, and there were a number of women among them. One of the militia men noticed Cam’s blank stare as he passed, and stopped his run to return his stare. The militia man reached to his back, removing one of several blaster rifles he carried. Jogging to Cam, he tossed it. Caught off guard, Cam instinctively dropped what he carried and caught the rifle, though he seemed afraid of it. He looked up at the aged militiaman, confused. “This is our home. Stop running, and help us protect it.”, the man had said. Cam stood stone still and watched him turn and continue to follow the rest of the militia. After a few moments of confused and frightened staring, Cam looked around him. The refugees continued to flee, the sound of explosions and blaster fire echoed from the city. Cam never remembered exactly what went through his mind at that moment, he only remembered following the militia. The next five years passed in what seemed like an instant. It was full of failure and frustration, both as Cam struggled learning to fight, and as he watched the Imperium conquer more and more of the planet. He was an active member of the resistance during the entire Imperial invasion of the world. Fighting had taught him more than he ever thought he would. What he didn’t know about war he was forced to learn, shooting, protecting, evading. Throughout the resistance on Corellia, he thought he had only been fighting to defend his home. In reality, defending his home, and failing, had prepared him for the war that would come, the war against the Imperium. |
| Cameron Name: Nickname: Homeworld: Age: Gender: Species: Eye Colour: Hair Colour: Height: Weight: Build: Tattoos: Scars: Facial Hair: Piercings: Force Sensitive: Faction Rank: | Antilles Cameron Antilles Cam Corellia 31 Male Human Brown Brown 5'11" 180Lbs Athletic N/A N/A 5 o'clock Shadow No Yes The Rebellion Member |
STATISTICS
| Strength:■■■■■ ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ _After spending the first years of his young adulthood building ships, Cam achieved a decent level of strength. He’s no Rancor, but he can lift. | Dexterity:■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ _What Cam holds in quickness he gained during his time as a resistance fighter, as his previous line of work didn’t require a lot of agility. Shipbuilding did however help him keep a steady hand, which contributed to a decent blaster shot. |
| Constitution:■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ _Living as a member of the Rebellion has helped to harden Cam’s constitution. He often takes on wounds and is forced to move for long periods of time, building his endurance and toughness. | Intelligence:■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ _As a shipbuilder, Cam needed a high level of intelligence to complete starship plans, and to carry them out. His smarts also helped him when it came to programming the systems required for such vessels. |
| Wisdom:■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ _As Cam has aged he has learned to make educated decisions, but he still lacks an understanding of the galaxy at large. He has his isolated life from before the war to thank for that. | Charisma:■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ _Cam can communicate well, although he is not able to summon the devout loyalty those versed in diplomacy and coercion are able to. |
PERSONALITY
| __ Cameron is a kind hearted man who is always more than willing to extend a hand to those in need. His cause for fighting the Empire evolved from a will to defend his home, he can now see the larger picture of galactic condemnation spread by the Empire. His Corellian heritage lends to his belief that people should be free. He will fight when others are being wronged. He has a calm temper, but can be pushed to anger under the right circumstances. |
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