Sandy Blonde 6'1 wiry build
(I am new to RPing so please bear with me.)
Home planet: Coruscant
Bio: Joined the republic troopers after the sacking of Coruscant but due to chaos of the period of time his enlistment date was either lost or misplaced somehow and his enlistment could have been as long as two years after the event occurred.
Fighting was occurring during his period on guard, but his stations were mostly quiet. He is officially listed as retired and was recognized as skillful, but events transpired which would take him to many different guard stations around the galaxy during his tenure. He would have the unfortunate experience to be near bar fights between Republic soldiers and Sith. To alleviate the problem certain elements of the republic army started shuffling them around until he tried to stop a fight and this next relocation. This ultimately, however, lead to a drunken blaster fight, a officer and died and several Sith.
Real Name: (Optional)
Real Age: (Specific Age optional)
Oregon (Pacific time)
General times of activity:
most everyday unless I try to stay up all night like I am doing right now. I am also a college student so my times might vary once I reenter but until I see a schedule I am pretty much free.
I am a philosopher at heart, and I like discussions. I enjoy structural organization, and will try to think about problems before acting upon them. Problem solving is one of my favorite activities especially when it comes to either computers or structural problems.
I have been known to get lost in circular arguments with myself. (unhelpful stuff) because you never really get anywhere. I have played alot of MMO's I think something above 50 over the past 10 years and have been in clans off and on, however never found one that stuck or lasted. I despised being sworn at (environment swearing does not bother me but when it is directed at me I lose respect for that person fast.) I also don't like double standards. I am too tired to list my many faults, perhaps I will make a list of all my fault at a later date.
RP Sample: I thought it might be a good idea to include a sample of my RP to give you a general idea how I would write in a RP situation. Mind you for the sample I didn't write a blurb but a RP section.
The 11th hour passed not but minutes prior on a cold morning. With full trepidation, he begins his first walk out of the Military Personal Carrier to his hopefully new home. Even though everything he knew said it was morning, the world seemed coated in shadows. Like the last tendrils of night breaking before a new dawn.
He leaned over and grabbed his few remaining personal belongings left to him after several mishaps that left him without his protective gear and with only basic civilian clothes.
He walked through the unfamiliar corridors of steel and titanium, picked his way through the maze of passages finally reaching a terminal requesting his personal identity information card only given to him on the MPC before landing.
NAME: CORINTH VAN
*****************STATE YOUR REASON FOR BEING HERE******************
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Slowly a lone side door opened into a hidden room and sitting on the chair among stacks of military analysis sat the lone figure. His hair was thin and his stomach was round but experience and recklessness seem to permeate around him. As if one too many instinctive moves had landed him here. Thick layers of dust upon shelves seemed to speak with a single voice his last mission ended long ago.
Slowly with a deep breath and hands filled with an icy doubt he placed a small slip of paper into the outstretched arms of a receiving robot that hummed as if to its own humorless tune. The Robot lacked any form of classification nor gave one but seemed that he solemnly wished for removal of this man from his domain. Back down the dark steps to a waiting hall to hear his judgment he reflected upon the reasons why he was to give paper and not a data disk. Slowly he mused over the possibility of a broken encryption for paper trails can only leave ash behind. As his final footsteps echoed down the empty halls, there were those listen, watching, judging.
Shadowy figures huddled around the silent humming of a computer Green light seemed to bathe them from its giant monitor. â€śPull up his informationâ€ť one spoke.
â€śpop popâ€¦.hhhssssâ€ť came the reply from the computer as the information came up.
****: Cornith Va*
Hair color: Sa*nd**Blon**
Warning Data Corruption
Diagnostic:::::::::::::::::::::: Possible Encryption Error===Revising Decryption
Name: Cornith Van******* Van Vaanan
â€śitâ€™s Ok, shut it down, live data transfers over space-time is still extremely experimental it could be a fault on the other endâ€ť spoke one of the shadows. â€śWhat do we know about his background?â€ť Another green hued shadow asked deeper into the darkness.
A faint white light appeared breaking the silence that enveloped all else. â€śSir, let me type it out for you,â€ť the darkness said as slowly a new white and green shadow appeared.
â€śhe appears to be,â€ť he said as he typed up the information.
â€śName is Corinth Van, 24 years old,â€ť the shadow said with the faintly heard clicking and tapping of metal gloves as they stroked the keys.
â€śHe is from Coruscant and joined up not too long after the raid hit them and the following treaty, probably take a years away from it,â€ť the shadow now commented. Continuing on, â€śIt also appears he was shuffled from one guard base to the next due to a few altercations between him and the Sith, but all reports suggest he was not part of it, just lucky to be at the wrong place at the wrong time several times.â€ť One last note, he was discharged when he refused to obey orders during his last altercation only it was dealing with fellow soldiers as he tried to stop a officer from attacking a Sith and shot him,â€ť Said the shadow.
Then as a final thought added, â€śmost of the witnesses were drunk and a firefight occurred, what actually happened we donâ€™t know it just ended with the officer dead and the Sith dead or dying. The rest of the information was destroyed as we canâ€™t access it, or rather it just isnâ€™t there.â€ť
The shadow seemed to turn to a deeper darkness still and said, â€śSir, it might be possible that the reason why we couldnâ€™t get his information was the encryption was only at the front and not the rear of the message, and that was why we managed to decrypted parts of it each way.â€ť
For the first time the dark shadow spoke, â€śIf is true, then we are responsible for the disaster on Cruiser U8-23127 civilian transport Monitor.â€ť
With that thought in the air the green light turned off.