Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2013 20:12:22 GMT -5
Name: Ben Vistaya
Class: Soldier
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 5'8"/172 lbs.
Species: Mandalorian (Human)
Title: None
Appearance:
Dust and dirt always seems to avoid Ben, who tends to wear more dressy clothes than the usual rugged apparel the rest of his kind adorns. A slight grin is what he always wears, even when enraged, for he never lets darker emotions control him. Military cut hair and a face that is closely shaven, Ben never lets routines go out of order. Showing blue eyes and a calm demeanor, Ben never lets his guard down.
Base Stats
Strength: 5 (6)
Speed: 15 (6)
Stamina: 8 (9)
Charisma: 2 (3)
Combat Stats
Unarmed: 5
Melee: 5
Range: 5
Personal Items:
GSR - 20 w/ Modifications
- Adjustable Scope (2x, 3x)
- Personalized Grip
- Grenade Launcher Attachment (Below Primary Barrel)
Beskar Suit
Helmet
- Infrared Vision
- Night Vision
Core
- Stealth Field Generator
- Sound Dampener
Belt
- Eight Grenade Slots
Greaves
- Four Ammo Slots
Socks
- Beskar Fiber Form Fitting (Shaping literally to the foot)
- Beskar Plate over Top of Foot and Toes (Still exposes joints)
Jetpack
Starship: Omega 13 Stingray-Class Starfighter
Skills:
Veteran
Marksmen
Conditioning
Bio:
Forced into the raging chaos that was Taris, Ben learned quickly how to survive when survival was near impossible. He also learned the toll war took on those involved. At the age of six, both his parents were killed by explosives planted inside of the bunker they were staying in. The only reason for his survival was when an unknown soldier pulled him away from the combat and hid him in a supply closet that no one thought to look through. Somehow, the integrity of the metal box held, and men were able to recover him. Since then, Ben had to grow up fast if he was ever to continue living. Instantly thrust into the Ariel 7 division, the boy was put into small errands for materials, and assisting in any way a scrawny little boy could; that meant going into tight spaces in order to fix the inner guts of a ship, or simply babysitting the other kids his own age. Sometimes men would show him how to shoot a gun. Other times, they would show him how to pilot a ship. Always cold and closed off from the world, Ben's only means of showing happiness was showing his skill with firearms.
Sniper rifles were his specialty, and as he grew in age, the division placed him in a recon group so he could develop his skills further. Finding scraps of other weapons allowed Ben to modify and create his own weapon to fit his own needs. Watching from rooftops and vantage points was his job, that was until the enemy killed his team after an imbecile made a mistake that gave away their position. Grabbing a jetpack that identified the leader of his group, Ben flew from building to building, taking out the eight men that hunted him. After 16 and a half hours of cat and mouse, finally, the decaying cityscape he stood in stayed silent. So, he returned to Ariel and gave his report.
Finding the lone soldier coming back home, Ben's division and family saw his solo tactics as an advantage. Up until the age of 21, the boy was released to his own recon missions, given to him straight from higher ups. As a gift for his efforts, Ariel 7 built a combat suit so he could avoid enemy attacks more easily and take hits when needed. For the past decade and a half, soldiers of the division had found remains of beskar armor throughout the battlefields they fought in. Bringing back these scraps to the main camp allowed metalsmiths to begin forging a full suit of the rare metal. When Ben proved himself a true man of war, they gifted him with the armor, crafting it in the same design as his jetpack.
During the time Ben spent modding his gun, he was able to better understand wiring and machinery. Adapting that to his newly obtained gear, the soldier analyzed schematics of suits many other soldiers in his division wore. Some had night vision built into the helmets. Others had flamethrowers built into the wrists. Interests peeked, Ben took these ideas and built them into his gear. No one really payed attention to the machinations he applied to the beskar suit, but his rep grew more and more as he used it.
The last thing he ever did on Taris was help Ariel 7 evacuate itself off of the planet. 283 men and women attempted their escape. 24 succeeded. Ben never reunited with any of them since all of the survivors split off in every possible direction across the galaxy. Left to his own and now a young man, the soldier turned his attention towards the talk of Mandalore, and a growing society where he can put his skills to proper use.
Class: Soldier
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 5'8"/172 lbs.
Species: Mandalorian (Human)
Title: None
Appearance:
Dust and dirt always seems to avoid Ben, who tends to wear more dressy clothes than the usual rugged apparel the rest of his kind adorns. A slight grin is what he always wears, even when enraged, for he never lets darker emotions control him. Military cut hair and a face that is closely shaven, Ben never lets routines go out of order. Showing blue eyes and a calm demeanor, Ben never lets his guard down.
Base Stats
Strength: 5 (6)
Speed: 15 (6)
Stamina: 8 (9)
Charisma: 2 (3)
Combat Stats
Unarmed: 5
Melee: 5
Range: 5
Personal Items:
GSR - 20 w/ Modifications
- Adjustable Scope (2x, 3x)
- Personalized Grip
- Grenade Launcher Attachment (Below Primary Barrel)
Beskar Suit
Helmet
- Infrared Vision
- Night Vision
Core
- Stealth Field Generator
- Sound Dampener
Belt
- Eight Grenade Slots
Greaves
- Four Ammo Slots
Socks
- Beskar Fiber Form Fitting (Shaping literally to the foot)
- Beskar Plate over Top of Foot and Toes (Still exposes joints)
Jetpack
Starship: Omega 13 Stingray-Class Starfighter
Skills:
Veteran
Marksmen
Conditioning
Bio:
Forced into the raging chaos that was Taris, Ben learned quickly how to survive when survival was near impossible. He also learned the toll war took on those involved. At the age of six, both his parents were killed by explosives planted inside of the bunker they were staying in. The only reason for his survival was when an unknown soldier pulled him away from the combat and hid him in a supply closet that no one thought to look through. Somehow, the integrity of the metal box held, and men were able to recover him. Since then, Ben had to grow up fast if he was ever to continue living. Instantly thrust into the Ariel 7 division, the boy was put into small errands for materials, and assisting in any way a scrawny little boy could; that meant going into tight spaces in order to fix the inner guts of a ship, or simply babysitting the other kids his own age. Sometimes men would show him how to shoot a gun. Other times, they would show him how to pilot a ship. Always cold and closed off from the world, Ben's only means of showing happiness was showing his skill with firearms.
Sniper rifles were his specialty, and as he grew in age, the division placed him in a recon group so he could develop his skills further. Finding scraps of other weapons allowed Ben to modify and create his own weapon to fit his own needs. Watching from rooftops and vantage points was his job, that was until the enemy killed his team after an imbecile made a mistake that gave away their position. Grabbing a jetpack that identified the leader of his group, Ben flew from building to building, taking out the eight men that hunted him. After 16 and a half hours of cat and mouse, finally, the decaying cityscape he stood in stayed silent. So, he returned to Ariel and gave his report.
Finding the lone soldier coming back home, Ben's division and family saw his solo tactics as an advantage. Up until the age of 21, the boy was released to his own recon missions, given to him straight from higher ups. As a gift for his efforts, Ariel 7 built a combat suit so he could avoid enemy attacks more easily and take hits when needed. For the past decade and a half, soldiers of the division had found remains of beskar armor throughout the battlefields they fought in. Bringing back these scraps to the main camp allowed metalsmiths to begin forging a full suit of the rare metal. When Ben proved himself a true man of war, they gifted him with the armor, crafting it in the same design as his jetpack.
During the time Ben spent modding his gun, he was able to better understand wiring and machinery. Adapting that to his newly obtained gear, the soldier analyzed schematics of suits many other soldiers in his division wore. Some had night vision built into the helmets. Others had flamethrowers built into the wrists. Interests peeked, Ben took these ideas and built them into his gear. No one really payed attention to the machinations he applied to the beskar suit, but his rep grew more and more as he used it.
The last thing he ever did on Taris was help Ariel 7 evacuate itself off of the planet. 283 men and women attempted their escape. 24 succeeded. Ben never reunited with any of them since all of the survivors split off in every possible direction across the galaxy. Left to his own and now a young man, the soldier turned his attention towards the talk of Mandalore, and a growing society where he can put his skills to proper use.