Post by Ouras Lan on Dec 28, 2007 18:22:49 GMT -5
Character Name: Ouras Lan
Your Name: Brent
Character's Gender: Male
Character's Age: 25
Character's Race: Human
Hair: Brown/Blonde
Eyes: Grey
Affiliation: Republic
Character's History: Ouras was born into a wealthy, self-made family. His father was a successful business man operating in trades from legal spices to arms. His mother ran a cafe that became a huge hit on his home planet of Ryloth. Being humans in a Twi' world, the Lan family was unique however because they were kind to the Twi'leks they never received criticism.
Ouras' father saw a threat on the horizon, a large Mandalorian army that was destroying worlds in their wake and coming dangerously close to Ryloth. He sent young Ouras and his mother to Republic territory for safety until the situation died down, but soon they would receive word of Ryloth's fall and Ouras' father's death. They had settled on Dxun, however this planet would soon see darker days as well....
Ouras had enlisted in the Republic Army when the attack came. Dxun was to be the starting point of a glorious conquest for the Mandalorians, but the Republic wouldn't go down without a fight. Ouras was caught in the fight, knocked out cold, and later captured after a sweep of the battlefield. The fact that Ouras had killed five Mandalorians without a weapon while being captured impressed the invaders and saved Ouras' life. They took him as a prisoner and aspired for him to become an ally.
Ouras lived each day in shackles, not knowing the fate of his mother and tolerating harsh treatment and "training" from the Mandalorians. They felt he could be turned to fight for them, and upon learning this small fact he went along with it, seeing a potential to free himself one day. They taught him everything they could about battle, which only added to his training he received from the Republic officers. He engaged in unarmed training as well as weapons training. He learned much about the Mandalorian society, even being taught how to build their armors. He was allowed to build his own suit, which he heavily modified, as well as a blaster pistol.
His armor was outfitted to appear as a standard set of Mandalorian armor, but to hide plenty of surprises inside. He boasted a small explosive-launching pack on his left bracer, a jetpack fitted with larger rockets that could be fired from a button within his gloves that locked onto their targets through his visor, and a hidden slug-firing apparatus in the stomach of the chestplate. He would later outfit the boots with matching igniting laser-knives using technology borrowed from the Jedi. The armor was made from light-grade starship armor metals, painted white. The blaster housed an energy pack from a downed Republic fighter ship. Ouras' intentions were to make a fine, but powerful blast; what he got was a pistol that recoiled like a heavy rifle but did twice the damage.
After extensive training with his equipment and arm strengthening to help him deal with his blaster's recoil, he initiated his escape from Mandalorian captivity....
Sample Roleplay:
"Come back here!" The scream had been so demanding, so angry. Well, its origin was angry and demanding. Killing five Mandalorian infantry men and fleeing the scene while being a captive was a pretty intense move to make. Ok more than intense, it was outrageous and stupid, but he had pulled it off.
"Come back here Trent, you forgot the paperwork." Ouras' mind snapped out of it. Flashbacks could be annoying, especially in such a crucial time as this. He looked to the soldier who had started walking away from their table as he turned and dropped a file on it before continuing his exit route. Ouras looked at the file, not quick to take it.
"In this file you'll find all the information we've been filtering in the past three months," the figure across from Ouras said. The voice was dangerously familiar, which confirmed Ouras' intel- a spy. The squad he was meeting with lost contact with the Republic fleet for three hours, then came back online and contacted HQ with a report of being attacked. They claimed in the attack they were able to get information on the Mandalorians' near-future plans. HQ smelled a setup, and now Ouras did too.
Ouras traced the events in his mind of what most likely happened- the Mandalorians attacked the squad's base, killed everyone, then donned their armor and posed as Republic officers and soldiers. They were planning on using their position to set a trap for a massive Republic force and place a killer blow that the Republic may not be able to recover from. The voice gave it away; it was the Mandalorian Captain that had been in charge of security in the hangar Ouras escaped their captivity from. How could he have thought Ouras wouldn't remember such a profound and unique voice? It didn't matter now.
Ouras finally took the file and slid a paper from its place, glancing over the briefing on the top of the page. It said the Mandalorians planned an attack on a heavily-populated moon in a nearby system and had a detailed plan layout. The trouble they went through to make it look real was impressive, still Ouras smelled a rat.
"Thank you Sergeant," Ouras said as he placed the paper back into the file and dropped it back on the table, "but we will not be needing this." Ouras had brought his foot up to the man's waist's height, activated the energy blade at the toe, and forced it into the man. The struggle proved to worsen the injury, and after a moment of silence he hit the ground with a thud. Ouras stood, pulling his pistol and firing on the guards around them as they reached for their weapons. The sound of the Mandalorian battle cries coming from down the hall were unsettling, but Ouras had been prepared before they came. He brought up his left arm and fired a small rocket into the locked door, mangling it into an unopenable heap. It wouldn't last, but it'd buy him time.
He unhooked his jetpack and missiles from his armor and sat them on the table, then smiled as he slowly walked backwards into the wall behind him, dropping his pistol and raising his hands just as the disguised Mandalorians busted through the door. They held their guns ready, their leader stepping forward. "I see you've grown wise and given up," he grunted.
"You were too much for me," Ouras said with a sarcastic tone. "I never could have made it out alive." He paused for a second, then added the last words the Mandalorians would ever hear. "You've helped me out greatly by coming here, though." With that three missiles from the pack fired upon and annihilated the remaining Mandalorian forces.
Your Name: Brent
Character's Gender: Male
Character's Age: 25
Character's Race: Human
Hair: Brown/Blonde
Eyes: Grey
Affiliation: Republic
Character's History: Ouras was born into a wealthy, self-made family. His father was a successful business man operating in trades from legal spices to arms. His mother ran a cafe that became a huge hit on his home planet of Ryloth. Being humans in a Twi' world, the Lan family was unique however because they were kind to the Twi'leks they never received criticism.
Ouras' father saw a threat on the horizon, a large Mandalorian army that was destroying worlds in their wake and coming dangerously close to Ryloth. He sent young Ouras and his mother to Republic territory for safety until the situation died down, but soon they would receive word of Ryloth's fall and Ouras' father's death. They had settled on Dxun, however this planet would soon see darker days as well....
Ouras had enlisted in the Republic Army when the attack came. Dxun was to be the starting point of a glorious conquest for the Mandalorians, but the Republic wouldn't go down without a fight. Ouras was caught in the fight, knocked out cold, and later captured after a sweep of the battlefield. The fact that Ouras had killed five Mandalorians without a weapon while being captured impressed the invaders and saved Ouras' life. They took him as a prisoner and aspired for him to become an ally.
Ouras lived each day in shackles, not knowing the fate of his mother and tolerating harsh treatment and "training" from the Mandalorians. They felt he could be turned to fight for them, and upon learning this small fact he went along with it, seeing a potential to free himself one day. They taught him everything they could about battle, which only added to his training he received from the Republic officers. He engaged in unarmed training as well as weapons training. He learned much about the Mandalorian society, even being taught how to build their armors. He was allowed to build his own suit, which he heavily modified, as well as a blaster pistol.
His armor was outfitted to appear as a standard set of Mandalorian armor, but to hide plenty of surprises inside. He boasted a small explosive-launching pack on his left bracer, a jetpack fitted with larger rockets that could be fired from a button within his gloves that locked onto their targets through his visor, and a hidden slug-firing apparatus in the stomach of the chestplate. He would later outfit the boots with matching igniting laser-knives using technology borrowed from the Jedi. The armor was made from light-grade starship armor metals, painted white. The blaster housed an energy pack from a downed Republic fighter ship. Ouras' intentions were to make a fine, but powerful blast; what he got was a pistol that recoiled like a heavy rifle but did twice the damage.
After extensive training with his equipment and arm strengthening to help him deal with his blaster's recoil, he initiated his escape from Mandalorian captivity....
Sample Roleplay:
"Come back here!" The scream had been so demanding, so angry. Well, its origin was angry and demanding. Killing five Mandalorian infantry men and fleeing the scene while being a captive was a pretty intense move to make. Ok more than intense, it was outrageous and stupid, but he had pulled it off.
"Come back here Trent, you forgot the paperwork." Ouras' mind snapped out of it. Flashbacks could be annoying, especially in such a crucial time as this. He looked to the soldier who had started walking away from their table as he turned and dropped a file on it before continuing his exit route. Ouras looked at the file, not quick to take it.
"In this file you'll find all the information we've been filtering in the past three months," the figure across from Ouras said. The voice was dangerously familiar, which confirmed Ouras' intel- a spy. The squad he was meeting with lost contact with the Republic fleet for three hours, then came back online and contacted HQ with a report of being attacked. They claimed in the attack they were able to get information on the Mandalorians' near-future plans. HQ smelled a setup, and now Ouras did too.
Ouras traced the events in his mind of what most likely happened- the Mandalorians attacked the squad's base, killed everyone, then donned their armor and posed as Republic officers and soldiers. They were planning on using their position to set a trap for a massive Republic force and place a killer blow that the Republic may not be able to recover from. The voice gave it away; it was the Mandalorian Captain that had been in charge of security in the hangar Ouras escaped their captivity from. How could he have thought Ouras wouldn't remember such a profound and unique voice? It didn't matter now.
Ouras finally took the file and slid a paper from its place, glancing over the briefing on the top of the page. It said the Mandalorians planned an attack on a heavily-populated moon in a nearby system and had a detailed plan layout. The trouble they went through to make it look real was impressive, still Ouras smelled a rat.
"Thank you Sergeant," Ouras said as he placed the paper back into the file and dropped it back on the table, "but we will not be needing this." Ouras had brought his foot up to the man's waist's height, activated the energy blade at the toe, and forced it into the man. The struggle proved to worsen the injury, and after a moment of silence he hit the ground with a thud. Ouras stood, pulling his pistol and firing on the guards around them as they reached for their weapons. The sound of the Mandalorian battle cries coming from down the hall were unsettling, but Ouras had been prepared before they came. He brought up his left arm and fired a small rocket into the locked door, mangling it into an unopenable heap. It wouldn't last, but it'd buy him time.
He unhooked his jetpack and missiles from his armor and sat them on the table, then smiled as he slowly walked backwards into the wall behind him, dropping his pistol and raising his hands just as the disguised Mandalorians busted through the door. They held their guns ready, their leader stepping forward. "I see you've grown wise and given up," he grunted.
"You were too much for me," Ouras said with a sarcastic tone. "I never could have made it out alive." He paused for a second, then added the last words the Mandalorians would ever hear. "You've helped me out greatly by coming here, though." With that three missiles from the pack fired upon and annihilated the remaining Mandalorian forces.