Post by Volke on Jan 12, 2013 20:48:10 GMT -5
Name: Volke Ar`tara
Class: Soldier
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 6' 0", 180 lbs.
Species: Corellian Human
Title: Rifleman
Appearance: Volke stands at a good 6 foot even, and weighs about 180 pounds. He has a tall, slender form that is packed with muscle. His hair is a light auburn Reddish/brown that hangs in a styled messy way. It’s not super short, but doesn’t go past his ears on the sides or the base of his neck in the back. His normal attire/civilian clothes consists of black pants with several pockets, and over jacket with dark blue under tunic. His boots come up to almost his knees for added protection. His eyes are an icy-blue, and he wears a Silver locket with a Wolf inscribed on it. His Battle Armor is Dark Blue almost black with Icy blue striping on Pauldrons and right side of the helmet.
Base Stats
Strength: 9 (Base 8+1Conditioning)
Speed: 10 (Base 9+1Conditioning)
Stamina: 14 (Base 8+1Conditioning+5Stamina)
Charisma: 6 (Base 5+1Conditioning)
Combat Stats
Unarmed: 3
Melee: 4
Range: 8 (13 w/blaster weapon)
Personal Items:
- Blaster Carbine, Retractable stock, rifle sling,
- Blaster Pistol Sidearm
- Vibrodagger
- Medium Battle Armor/ Helmet
- Silver locket
- Credit chips x2
- Utility Belt
- Hips Holster
- Longrange Comlink. mini
- Datapad, 10 Data chips
- Medpacs x5
- Breather Mask
- All Temperature Cloak
Starship: Dark Slicer
Skills:
- Conditioning
- Marksman
- Veteran
Bio:
Volke grew up on the planet of Corellia. His childhood wasn't very good, he was from an average family. He tended to do his own thing, which got him in trouble many a time. Whether it be getting in fights with other children, or something as silly as sneaking into a Holoplex to see Holo-films. Just like all Corellians he was always for beating the odds, and showing courage even when he knew the odds were not in his favor.
His father was a fighter pilot for the Corellian Navy, and his respect for the Corellian Military rubbed off on Volke. When he was 14, his father died during the Zombie outbreak on Corellia. Angered by this loss, and wanting to find out who or what cause the outbreak. He went to a friend of his father's and asked him to teach him how to shoot. Volke showed skill with the Blaster Carbine, and it has been his weapon of choice since.
At age 16 two years after the Zombie outbreak, his family was beginning to rebuild there home on Corellia. He was offworld with several friends, when he heard news of a Rogue Republic Ship bombarding Corellia. He and his friends returned to the planet as quickly as they could. They found that all their families had been killed in the attack and that their homes were unaccessible due to Radiation. Angered by this Volke and his friends spent the next year living together and training to join Corellia's Navy.
When he was 17 he joined the military with his friends, doing so with out hesitation. Hoping to see other parts of the Galaxy, and to extract vengeance on those who crewed the ship that had killed their families. Unlike his father though, and most of his childhood friends. He joined up as footsoldier, instead of a pilot. His skill with the blaster rifle grew sharper, and he grew to be one of the best marksman in his squad.
Volke fought for several years in the Republic army as a Rifleman from Corellia. Losing most of his childhood friends over the years. After several instances and battles he grew tired of the average day to day life of a serviceman and left the Corellian Military at the age 25. He left for two reasons, the boredom he had felt over the last couple years in the service, and anger at the Republic and the Navy for not findng and bringing to justice the ones who had attacked his planet 8 years before, as well as to whoever cause the outbreak on his world 10 years before.
After several months traveling between planets looking for information on the rogue vessel, and something to do in life that would bring him the same adrenaline rush of battle with out the boringness of the military, he met Jay`ce Karak. After showing some ability in the field of firefighting, and ranged combat. He joined the services of Jay`ce Karak as a Hired Gun. Always enjoying the thrill of a good fight, along with worry of one day finding that person with the metaphorical "Bullet with his name on it".
Everyday he thinks about what happened. Reminding himself what his goal is. He hopes to find the Rogue ship, and that he can do so with Jayces help. He dreams of one thing, getting revenge on his families murderers or die trying.
Volke tends to have attitude, and to be cocky. But always pulls threw when needed to. Volke has the nasty habit of weighing the odds of his survival in his head before making a combat decision. Though once he decides wether the odds are in his favor or not. If the odds are in his favor, he will not hesitate in the heat of battle or in danger. However if they are not, he tends to find a way out of or around the situation. A way that hopefully wont involve him getting killed. If he is provoked he has a tendency to shoot first anyways and hope the other side doesnt shoot back or is dead before they can. He will wait for orders, even though he doesnt care for the idea of doing so. Out of habit from being in the military, his orders tend to override his gut feeling.
Class: Soldier
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 6' 0", 180 lbs.
Species: Corellian Human
Title: Rifleman
Appearance: Volke stands at a good 6 foot even, and weighs about 180 pounds. He has a tall, slender form that is packed with muscle. His hair is a light auburn Reddish/brown that hangs in a styled messy way. It’s not super short, but doesn’t go past his ears on the sides or the base of his neck in the back. His normal attire/civilian clothes consists of black pants with several pockets, and over jacket with dark blue under tunic. His boots come up to almost his knees for added protection. His eyes are an icy-blue, and he wears a Silver locket with a Wolf inscribed on it. His Battle Armor is Dark Blue almost black with Icy blue striping on Pauldrons and right side of the helmet.
Base Stats
Strength: 9 (Base 8+1Conditioning)
Speed: 10 (Base 9+1Conditioning)
Stamina: 14 (Base 8+1Conditioning+5Stamina)
Charisma: 6 (Base 5+1Conditioning)
Combat Stats
Unarmed: 3
Melee: 4
Range: 8 (13 w/blaster weapon)
Personal Items:
- Blaster Carbine, Retractable stock, rifle sling,
- Blaster Pistol Sidearm
- Vibrodagger
- Medium Battle Armor/ Helmet
- Silver locket
- Credit chips x2
- Utility Belt
- Hips Holster
- Longrange Comlink. mini
- Datapad, 10 Data chips
- Medpacs x5
- Breather Mask
- All Temperature Cloak
Starship: Dark Slicer
Skills:
- Conditioning
- Marksman
- Veteran
Bio:
Volke grew up on the planet of Corellia. His childhood wasn't very good, he was from an average family. He tended to do his own thing, which got him in trouble many a time. Whether it be getting in fights with other children, or something as silly as sneaking into a Holoplex to see Holo-films. Just like all Corellians he was always for beating the odds, and showing courage even when he knew the odds were not in his favor.
His father was a fighter pilot for the Corellian Navy, and his respect for the Corellian Military rubbed off on Volke. When he was 14, his father died during the Zombie outbreak on Corellia. Angered by this loss, and wanting to find out who or what cause the outbreak. He went to a friend of his father's and asked him to teach him how to shoot. Volke showed skill with the Blaster Carbine, and it has been his weapon of choice since.
At age 16 two years after the Zombie outbreak, his family was beginning to rebuild there home on Corellia. He was offworld with several friends, when he heard news of a Rogue Republic Ship bombarding Corellia. He and his friends returned to the planet as quickly as they could. They found that all their families had been killed in the attack and that their homes were unaccessible due to Radiation. Angered by this Volke and his friends spent the next year living together and training to join Corellia's Navy.
When he was 17 he joined the military with his friends, doing so with out hesitation. Hoping to see other parts of the Galaxy, and to extract vengeance on those who crewed the ship that had killed their families. Unlike his father though, and most of his childhood friends. He joined up as footsoldier, instead of a pilot. His skill with the blaster rifle grew sharper, and he grew to be one of the best marksman in his squad.
Volke fought for several years in the Republic army as a Rifleman from Corellia. Losing most of his childhood friends over the years. After several instances and battles he grew tired of the average day to day life of a serviceman and left the Corellian Military at the age 25. He left for two reasons, the boredom he had felt over the last couple years in the service, and anger at the Republic and the Navy for not findng and bringing to justice the ones who had attacked his planet 8 years before, as well as to whoever cause the outbreak on his world 10 years before.
After several months traveling between planets looking for information on the rogue vessel, and something to do in life that would bring him the same adrenaline rush of battle with out the boringness of the military, he met Jay`ce Karak. After showing some ability in the field of firefighting, and ranged combat. He joined the services of Jay`ce Karak as a Hired Gun. Always enjoying the thrill of a good fight, along with worry of one day finding that person with the metaphorical "Bullet with his name on it".
Everyday he thinks about what happened. Reminding himself what his goal is. He hopes to find the Rogue ship, and that he can do so with Jayces help. He dreams of one thing, getting revenge on his families murderers or die trying.
Volke tends to have attitude, and to be cocky. But always pulls threw when needed to. Volke has the nasty habit of weighing the odds of his survival in his head before making a combat decision. Though once he decides wether the odds are in his favor or not. If the odds are in his favor, he will not hesitate in the heat of battle or in danger. However if they are not, he tends to find a way out of or around the situation. A way that hopefully wont involve him getting killed. If he is provoked he has a tendency to shoot first anyways and hope the other side doesnt shoot back or is dead before they can. He will wait for orders, even though he doesnt care for the idea of doing so. Out of habit from being in the military, his orders tend to override his gut feeling.
