Post by Niklas on Mar 1, 2013 20:02:22 GMT -5
Name: Derec Jensen
Species: Human
Gender: Male.
Homeworld: Coruscant
Residence: Unknown
Age: 35?
Height: 5'11
Weight: 154 pounds
Hair Color: Brown, tinges of grey
Eye Color: blue
Skin Color: Caucasian
Skills and Powers
- Weapon Proficiency: Derec, having been in the Imperial Military, has proficient training in handling and using weapons. His weapon skills are broad, varying from pistols to nukes. Not that he'd do very well with nukes, anyhow.
- Engineering: Derec specialized as an Engineer as his military career path. Derec is most experienced with repairing computers, electronics, droids, and starships. He can repair weapons and armor, but with much less skill. With his tech skills, he can hack with almost expert skill.
- Toughness: Derec has two types of toughness: mental and physical. He has learned through experience never to give in or give up. His body can take quite a beating, and pain becomes less of a concern over time.
Appearance
Derec stands at 5'11. He weighs 154 pounds.He has a athletic/muscular build. He has muscle, yet he's limber enough to be uninhibited by it. His hair is dark brown, giving way Some greyness. He has ocean blue eyes, from which you can see his pain. His face shows his weariness, his struggles, and his toils in war. But it also shows his resiliency, and his iron will.
Personality
As a leader, Derec is fair and considerate of others. A bit forceful at times, he tries his hardest to get everyone out alive. He is selfless, going so far as self sacrifice. He is persistent, never giving up or giving in. By his troopers, he's seen as a stone-cold general. Derec shows respect to individuals of higher rank or status, only to keep an appearance. He thinks of himself on the same level as his troops.
As a man, Derec is sarcastically humorous. Even in the heat of battle, he finds some way of putting in a sarcastic remark, if necessary. Derec is a bit aggressive at times.
Background
(written in first person)
My origins aren't important. But I'll share 'em with you any way. I was Coruscanti, born and raised. I never liked it there. Until I picked up on slicing, that is. I became a hacker in my teenage, and the police took notice. But so did the Empire. As an Engineer, and a military slicer, Iturned the tides of battle. But I found something about myself during that time.
I was a natural leader. I could establish myself well among my friends and brothers in arms. I was a squad leader. I refused to become an officer, wanting to remain on the front lines. But 16 years ago, something happened. Something I'll never kriffing forget. Something that changed the galaxy forever.
16 years ago, there was the separation of the Empire. A stalemate. Or that's what's they called it at least. It wasn't a kriffing stalemate. That's bullshit. We were on Hoth. I had a squad with me. We were sent down to check in with an outpost wed lost contact with. We thought the comms were out. We were wrong. It was a Sith ambush. We held our ground, fending them off. But in the end, I watched my friends, my kriffing brothers, die. In a last ditch effort, I set the facility to blow.
It worked. But not as I planned. I found myself a cave, resting there. Awaiting rescue. But the With found me first. They tortured me. They tortured me for years, even tampering with my head. I had visions. Horrible visions. Of creatures unlike any horror you've seen. After 5 years of pain, I escaped.
When I returned to Command, I had a promotion and a new assignment. I was going to get even. Leading the Resistance.
Ship
TBD
Droid
TBD
Gear
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