Post by TK-1332 Bjmp on May 15, 2007 16:12:43 GMT -5
Name: Nom Hansis
Age: (Approx.) 32 Yrs.
Race: Human
Personality: Nom is an Imperial Storm Trooper. He shows little personality on a regular basis, but when out of uniform or when not on guard shift, usually jokes and chats with fellow stormtroopers. He is spirited, but very serious around higher-ups.
History:
Childhood:
Born around the time of the formation of the Empire, not much else is known, even to him, for he was a survivor of the Battle of ThonBoka, a major Imperial defeat. Somehow his memory was partially erased. Soon he was rescued secretly by an imperial spy.
Early Life:
Nom spent the rest of his life on Tatooine, as a resident of a military base, and saw the transition the planet made from a free world to a downtrodden cess pool. Nom trained heavily until he was accepted to the storm trooper corps.
Recent:
Nom was recently promoted to General. Currently He is residing on Coruscant, with policing duties.
Weapons (If any): BlasTech E11 Blaster; Thermal Detonator(Imperial Issue); Storm trooper Armor; Shock Baton(Coruscant only).
Sample RP, in character:
Another day. Another day of many more. Nom got up and sat in his bunk. He had spent the night in the Storm trooper barracks. He walked to the showers, and washed up. After putting on the body suit, he went to the armor area.
"Good morning guys..." He said as he unlocked his locker. He pulled out the armor piece by piece and but it on bit by bit. "I wish they'd install one of those quick attachment machines, I could of been off by now..."
Nom sat on top of the droning tank, in the garage bay of the Coruscant Sector II-VI Base. He was filling up on his Grey, bland high-nutrient rations for breakfast. When he was done he hopped off, tossed the rations into a garbage chute labeled "Food Waste Only" In galactic basic. "Alright, lets go!" He said into his com-link. "Roger..." He heard a reply, and jumped and held to the had rail and step on the side of the tank, as it set out on it's patrol.
(Expect me to put more detail in real posts. Each paragraph here would take up one post, but I wanted to fit in more actions.)
Age: (Approx.) 32 Yrs.
Race: Human
Personality: Nom is an Imperial Storm Trooper. He shows little personality on a regular basis, but when out of uniform or when not on guard shift, usually jokes and chats with fellow stormtroopers. He is spirited, but very serious around higher-ups.
History:
Childhood:
Born around the time of the formation of the Empire, not much else is known, even to him, for he was a survivor of the Battle of ThonBoka, a major Imperial defeat. Somehow his memory was partially erased. Soon he was rescued secretly by an imperial spy.
Early Life:
Nom spent the rest of his life on Tatooine, as a resident of a military base, and saw the transition the planet made from a free world to a downtrodden cess pool. Nom trained heavily until he was accepted to the storm trooper corps.
Recent:
Nom was recently promoted to General. Currently He is residing on Coruscant, with policing duties.
Weapons (If any): BlasTech E11 Blaster; Thermal Detonator(Imperial Issue); Storm trooper Armor; Shock Baton(Coruscant only).
Sample RP, in character:
Another day. Another day of many more. Nom got up and sat in his bunk. He had spent the night in the Storm trooper barracks. He walked to the showers, and washed up. After putting on the body suit, he went to the armor area.
"Good morning guys..." He said as he unlocked his locker. He pulled out the armor piece by piece and but it on bit by bit. "I wish they'd install one of those quick attachment machines, I could of been off by now..."
Nom sat on top of the droning tank, in the garage bay of the Coruscant Sector II-VI Base. He was filling up on his Grey, bland high-nutrient rations for breakfast. When he was done he hopped off, tossed the rations into a garbage chute labeled "Food Waste Only" In galactic basic. "Alright, lets go!" He said into his com-link. "Roger..." He heard a reply, and jumped and held to the had rail and step on the side of the tank, as it set out on it's patrol.
(Expect me to put more detail in real posts. Each paragraph here would take up one post, but I wanted to fit in more actions.)
