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"I have destroyed men's lives, broken families, torn apart friendships, pushed men to their last wiles in an attempt to survive, I have watched these same men fail, yet I have also healed the sick, saved lives, and given aid to those who are poor. We do not walk the golden road and the path of good, yet we do not crawl down the black lane, or run down the path of evil, we do what we think is best, wether for us or for others. A killer does not think of himself as evil, he sees himself as a hero of his own story, albeit a different and more desperate one than ours. My child, good and evil are creations of mortal's minds, the gods do not make such petty differences between themselves and others." </div>
Name: Martin Sargas
Faction: N/A
Rank: N/A
Species: Human
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight: 189 lbs.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin: White
Credits: 12,000
Distinguishing Marks: Nope.
Dominate Hand: Right.
Force Sensitive: No.
Strength: Due to years of training and stimpacks Martin is extremely strong, almost inhumanly so.
Dexterity: With the massive suit he wears at all times, Martin isn't exactly nimble.
Constitution: Years of hitting stimpacks have started to affect the man's health, but not terribly so.
Intelligence: Intelligence is such a broad term. Yes he is one of the smartest men alive when it comes to battlefield tactics, but when you start spewing Genetics he's pretty lost.
Wisdom: This is debatable as well, and something that Martin likes to leave to the Jedi. Or Bendu.
Charisma: Martin posseses a rugged charm, a gruff likability.
Skills:
Martin is something of a tactical prodigy, and he is well known for pulling his men out of a tight spot. He also is a very gifted mechanic, and gets lost in machines and reparing things for fun.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
-Strong leader.
-Tactically sound.
-Somewhat slow.
-Not very attractive. ( A ladies man he is not.)
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Gear:
C-12 Titanium Protective Shell.
[This massive suit has to be robotically attached to the individual, but provides protection against most known small arms fire, some larger bore rounds, mines, chemical and biological attacks, most forms of radiation. The downside is the slow movement and massive energy usage.]
Mark IV Halycon blaster Rail.
[This massive firearm can only be used by individuals with excessive strength (read: not human.) or someone in a strangth enhancing power suit or mech. It is capable of punching holes in tanks. The firerate is fast and given enough time, can knock a lightly armored fighter out of the sky. Excels at dealing with infantry. The downside is it eats blaster batteries at an alarming rate, and tends to be unwieldy in close quarters.]
Ships:
Space station: The Flame and Fury.
Holds: 200 Personel. (Currently holding 50 maintanance and 147 soldiers)
Accomodates: 16 light fighter ships. 4 heavy fighters, and two transports.
Weaponry: Read above.
Sheilding: Extremely heavy dual core Apothis reactor sheilding. Can withstand most capital ship fire for several hours.
Personality:
In a word: Gruff. Martin holds wisdom through experiance, and often shows the people around him what they need to do. Almost a father figure to some.
History:
The Ithica sector is a small solar system. Three planets orbit the blue star of Ithica. The solar system rests on the very fringes of the known galaxy. Of the three planets two are inhabited. Inanis and Coerce. The first, a prominant mining colony has been the subject of tragedy after tragedy, while the second was a known pirate's cove, now it is dotted with small metropolitian cities. I was born there.
My name is Martin Sargas. You are probably reading this in some boring history text in one of the schools dotting Coerce. To you I say, enjoy the stories, my stories. Learn from them, and don't repeat my mistakes. To everyone else; I will tell you a story. Like all stories, it has its heroes, damsels, and villians, it even has a few funny moments, and like all stories, it starts out small.
I was born to Mandalorian parents. Raised among other Mandalorians I participated in a rich warrior culture. Contrary to what some say, the Mandalorians are not blood-thirsty killers, we are a proud people, a people with honor. I grew up together with another young mandalorian, Joel Kvirn. The two of us wanted one thing. To be mandalore. Night after night we trained, and sparred, and by the time we where both sixteen we where able to join the glorious cause. I remember those early days as a lowly recruit. It was a peaceful time. The Jedi where in control, the Republic held the many worlds in an iron grip. Joel and I where inseperable, we where taught to fight, to kill, and to uphold our glorious traditions. It was a time of personal growth, a time of pain and suffering, yet also a time of pride, we where mandalorians. By the time I was nineteen years of age, I was given my first mission. I would travel with Captain Argus to the Ithica sector. We where to buy some equipment from the Trandoshans... I remember the day before we left. Joel was kissing Zaka goodbye, the two of us where excited, our first mission! I was polishing my armor as the young couple kissed. He suddenly shouted, she had punched him. Like all mandalorian women she was strong. I looked over, and she laughed and rapped a red ribbon around his neck.
"What is this for?"
Joel laughed, touching the red silk.
"So your enemies can see you better, so they know that you know that they can see you. So they know that you do not need to hide."
I remember thinking on that for a while, and then I fell asleep. The next morning we boarded the ship, and started our six day journey to Ithica. In all honesty I slept though most of the trip, inbetween sparring matches with Joel. A week passed, we still hadn't arrived. I heard some of the other mandalorians arguing, and Captain Argus had to break it up. Another day passed before Captain Argus announced our arrival. I was young, and stupid, when he asked for volunteers to help move the weapons over, Joel and I jumped to the task. We entered the Trandoshan ship carrying thousands of credits. The Trandoshans eyed us from the second we stepped aboard. Captain Argus lead the way, his hands on his twin blasters.
We all sat at a large round table. The trandoshans' spoke. Captain Argus spoke. It lasted for an hour. Then Captain Argus stood up and motioned for me and Joel to come. The others stayed in that room. We made our way into what looked like a storage room, I remember looking at all the exotic weapons with awe, I even thought of pocketing some of the knives, but restrained myself. As I bent down to pick up one of the boxes, I heard Joel laugh. Turning my head I accidentally let the box fall.
I guess that is when it all started. We heard the screams as I started to curse. Then blaster fire. Cursing Captain Argus made a dash for the meeting room. Joel and I grabbed as many weapons as we could, I remember strapping a heavy repeator around me, and then grabbing the boxes. More blaster fire was heard as we made our way back to the meeting room. As we arrived it was silent. I stepped in first, wielding the heavy repeator menacingly. I will always remember that day. It never made sense to me. All that blood, but no bodies, just blaster scorch marks and blood. I guess by the time we had stepped into the room, the Trandoshans had fled with the credits. It took us a second before we realized one of the chair's was moving. I remember thinking Shapeshifters before Joel opened fire. I turned, and was promptly slammed in the face by a large object, probably the butt of a gun. Recoiling I managed to step back, opening my eyes I found myself facing four of the fiends. As Joel sceamed, and kept firing, but I froze. I didn't do a thing, I just stepped back against the wall and froze. Joel was almost killed that day. I put his body onto our ship and sent him home. I watched the shapeshifter's leave, some sort of assasins, they didn't pay me any heed, they just left. Crawling into an escape pod I put the autopilot for Coerce.
It's been eight years since then. Joel has never forgiven me, in fact he tried to kill me the last time we met. No matter, it has been eight years. Eight good years. I sold all the weapons, they where cheap, but I managed to hire some mercanaries and start off my new life as a pirate. After several good hits, we where swimming in the cash. Unfortunatly Coerce fell under attack. Trandoshans. My men had families, and loved ones back on Coerce. We piloted all of our ships and struck back, giving the planet's authorites time to mass. We won that battle, and where heralded as heroes. Many joined our ranks, and the Senate didn't try to imprison us. Life was good. The boys called themselves the Reapers. I bought an old space-station and set to work reparing it. My second in command, Matthew Reales found a new prototype of armor, almost impervious to most methods of fire, with it we found stimpacks. Sure those damn things will kill you given enough time (give it about twenty years and they will kill you.) but they sure add that needed "umph." when you jus absolutely HAVE to kill something. Ah, the boys are calling now, I guess we have to make another strike. Ill have to shorten the next section. To sum it up, I had to fight back against a Tyrant that rose to power while we sat around getting fat. My boys and I managed to succesfully overthrow that bastard, we helped the old government get back on its feet. I am seen as a warlord, albiet a good one, we still pirate from time to time against anybody foolish enough to visit our sector of the galaxy, but most of the time we just protect Inanis and Coerce. We work alot with the military, and Ive trained several of their Generals. Well, Bantha fodder, time to go.
(Will be updated as needed.)
RP’s:
Post the links to some of your characters best RP’s.</div>
"I have destroyed men's lives, broken families, torn apart friendships, pushed men to their last wiles in an attempt to survive, I have watched these same men fail, yet I have also healed the sick, saved lives, and given aid to those who are poor. We do not walk the golden road and the path of good, yet we do not crawl down the black lane, or run down the path of evil, we do what we think is best, wether for us or for others. A killer does not think of himself as evil, he sees himself as a hero of his own story, albeit a different and more desperate one than ours. My child, good and evil are creations of mortal's minds, the gods do not make such petty differences between themselves and others." </div>
Name: Martin Sargas
Faction: N/A
Rank: N/A
Species: Human
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight: 189 lbs.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin: White
Credits: 12,000
Distinguishing Marks: Nope.
Dominate Hand: Right.
Force Sensitive: No.
Strength: Due to years of training and stimpacks Martin is extremely strong, almost inhumanly so.
Dexterity: With the massive suit he wears at all times, Martin isn't exactly nimble.
Constitution: Years of hitting stimpacks have started to affect the man's health, but not terribly so.
Intelligence: Intelligence is such a broad term. Yes he is one of the smartest men alive when it comes to battlefield tactics, but when you start spewing Genetics he's pretty lost.
Wisdom: This is debatable as well, and something that Martin likes to leave to the Jedi. Or Bendu.
Charisma: Martin posseses a rugged charm, a gruff likability.
Skills:
Martin is something of a tactical prodigy, and he is well known for pulling his men out of a tight spot. He also is a very gifted mechanic, and gets lost in machines and reparing things for fun.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
-Strong leader.
-Tactically sound.
-Somewhat slow.
-Not very attractive. ( A ladies man he is not.)
<div align="center">
Gear:
C-12 Titanium Protective Shell.
[This massive suit has to be robotically attached to the individual, but provides protection against most known small arms fire, some larger bore rounds, mines, chemical and biological attacks, most forms of radiation. The downside is the slow movement and massive energy usage.]
Mark IV Halycon blaster Rail.
[This massive firearm can only be used by individuals with excessive strength (read: not human.) or someone in a strangth enhancing power suit or mech. It is capable of punching holes in tanks. The firerate is fast and given enough time, can knock a lightly armored fighter out of the sky. Excels at dealing with infantry. The downside is it eats blaster batteries at an alarming rate, and tends to be unwieldy in close quarters.]
Ships:
Space station: The Flame and Fury.
Holds: 200 Personel. (Currently holding 50 maintanance and 147 soldiers)
Accomodates: 16 light fighter ships. 4 heavy fighters, and two transports.
Weaponry: Read above.
Sheilding: Extremely heavy dual core Apothis reactor sheilding. Can withstand most capital ship fire for several hours.
Personality:
In a word: Gruff. Martin holds wisdom through experiance, and often shows the people around him what they need to do. Almost a father figure to some.
History:
The Ithica sector is a small solar system. Three planets orbit the blue star of Ithica. The solar system rests on the very fringes of the known galaxy. Of the three planets two are inhabited. Inanis and Coerce. The first, a prominant mining colony has been the subject of tragedy after tragedy, while the second was a known pirate's cove, now it is dotted with small metropolitian cities. I was born there.
My name is Martin Sargas. You are probably reading this in some boring history text in one of the schools dotting Coerce. To you I say, enjoy the stories, my stories. Learn from them, and don't repeat my mistakes. To everyone else; I will tell you a story. Like all stories, it has its heroes, damsels, and villians, it even has a few funny moments, and like all stories, it starts out small.
I was born to Mandalorian parents. Raised among other Mandalorians I participated in a rich warrior culture. Contrary to what some say, the Mandalorians are not blood-thirsty killers, we are a proud people, a people with honor. I grew up together with another young mandalorian, Joel Kvirn. The two of us wanted one thing. To be mandalore. Night after night we trained, and sparred, and by the time we where both sixteen we where able to join the glorious cause. I remember those early days as a lowly recruit. It was a peaceful time. The Jedi where in control, the Republic held the many worlds in an iron grip. Joel and I where inseperable, we where taught to fight, to kill, and to uphold our glorious traditions. It was a time of personal growth, a time of pain and suffering, yet also a time of pride, we where mandalorians. By the time I was nineteen years of age, I was given my first mission. I would travel with Captain Argus to the Ithica sector. We where to buy some equipment from the Trandoshans... I remember the day before we left. Joel was kissing Zaka goodbye, the two of us where excited, our first mission! I was polishing my armor as the young couple kissed. He suddenly shouted, she had punched him. Like all mandalorian women she was strong. I looked over, and she laughed and rapped a red ribbon around his neck.
"What is this for?"
Joel laughed, touching the red silk.
"So your enemies can see you better, so they know that you know that they can see you. So they know that you do not need to hide."
I remember thinking on that for a while, and then I fell asleep. The next morning we boarded the ship, and started our six day journey to Ithica. In all honesty I slept though most of the trip, inbetween sparring matches with Joel. A week passed, we still hadn't arrived. I heard some of the other mandalorians arguing, and Captain Argus had to break it up. Another day passed before Captain Argus announced our arrival. I was young, and stupid, when he asked for volunteers to help move the weapons over, Joel and I jumped to the task. We entered the Trandoshan ship carrying thousands of credits. The Trandoshans eyed us from the second we stepped aboard. Captain Argus lead the way, his hands on his twin blasters.
We all sat at a large round table. The trandoshans' spoke. Captain Argus spoke. It lasted for an hour. Then Captain Argus stood up and motioned for me and Joel to come. The others stayed in that room. We made our way into what looked like a storage room, I remember looking at all the exotic weapons with awe, I even thought of pocketing some of the knives, but restrained myself. As I bent down to pick up one of the boxes, I heard Joel laugh. Turning my head I accidentally let the box fall.
I guess that is when it all started. We heard the screams as I started to curse. Then blaster fire. Cursing Captain Argus made a dash for the meeting room. Joel and I grabbed as many weapons as we could, I remember strapping a heavy repeator around me, and then grabbing the boxes. More blaster fire was heard as we made our way back to the meeting room. As we arrived it was silent. I stepped in first, wielding the heavy repeator menacingly. I will always remember that day. It never made sense to me. All that blood, but no bodies, just blaster scorch marks and blood. I guess by the time we had stepped into the room, the Trandoshans had fled with the credits. It took us a second before we realized one of the chair's was moving. I remember thinking Shapeshifters before Joel opened fire. I turned, and was promptly slammed in the face by a large object, probably the butt of a gun. Recoiling I managed to step back, opening my eyes I found myself facing four of the fiends. As Joel sceamed, and kept firing, but I froze. I didn't do a thing, I just stepped back against the wall and froze. Joel was almost killed that day. I put his body onto our ship and sent him home. I watched the shapeshifter's leave, some sort of assasins, they didn't pay me any heed, they just left. Crawling into an escape pod I put the autopilot for Coerce.
It's been eight years since then. Joel has never forgiven me, in fact he tried to kill me the last time we met. No matter, it has been eight years. Eight good years. I sold all the weapons, they where cheap, but I managed to hire some mercanaries and start off my new life as a pirate. After several good hits, we where swimming in the cash. Unfortunatly Coerce fell under attack. Trandoshans. My men had families, and loved ones back on Coerce. We piloted all of our ships and struck back, giving the planet's authorites time to mass. We won that battle, and where heralded as heroes. Many joined our ranks, and the Senate didn't try to imprison us. Life was good. The boys called themselves the Reapers. I bought an old space-station and set to work reparing it. My second in command, Matthew Reales found a new prototype of armor, almost impervious to most methods of fire, with it we found stimpacks. Sure those damn things will kill you given enough time (give it about twenty years and they will kill you.) but they sure add that needed "umph." when you jus absolutely HAVE to kill something. Ah, the boys are calling now, I guess we have to make another strike. Ill have to shorten the next section. To sum it up, I had to fight back against a Tyrant that rose to power while we sat around getting fat. My boys and I managed to succesfully overthrow that bastard, we helped the old government get back on its feet. I am seen as a warlord, albiet a good one, we still pirate from time to time against anybody foolish enough to visit our sector of the galaxy, but most of the time we just protect Inanis and Coerce. We work alot with the military, and Ive trained several of their Generals. Well, Bantha fodder, time to go.
(Will be updated as needed.)
RP’s:
Post the links to some of your characters best RP’s.</div>
