Post by jay on Mar 11, 2008 17:24:57 GMT -5
Spare me if any of this sounds overly cheesy, its late and I haven't written in a long, long time. If anything in the history does not match up with the timeline and/or setting itself, please advise and I will adjust accordingly. Thank you for your time and consideration.
Player's name: Jay
Yahoo SN ID: Incorrigiblebastard
Email address: Incorrigiblebastard@yahoo.com
Character's name: Saejyn Krieglied
Species: Human
Occupation: Free agent mobile security operative (body guard and mercenary specializing in mounted and dismounted operations). Former NGO starfighter pilot. Former NGO Army penal soldier.
Weapons: E-11 Mark II carbine mounted with close combat optic and high lumen flashlight, DC-15S sidearm variant, 1 reverse polarity pulse grenade, 2 frag grenades, 1 concussion grenade, 1 G-20 glop grenade, vibro-baton, bowie-style knife. Sidenote: This is Krieglied's basic combat load on missions(not including ammo quantities), not what he carries to the bar or to birthdays. Armament subject to change with mental status.
Technology: TIE/ad (Avenger) w/ standard factory weapon systems and a faulty hyperdrive, otherwise in well maintained condition. Mounted across the wing pilons fore and aft are several high-intensity flood lights.
Prosthetics: Entire left arm. Left eye. Entire mandible, to include teeth (all 32).
Also owns an integrated outer tactical vest with high grade ballistic/kinetic inserts, rarely worn due to weight and aroma.
History: Born into a family that rode the fine line between poor and lower middle class, Saejyn Krieglied endured a youth as average as life could get. Having no real interest in working with numbers and paper or in the city sized factories that blemished his home province as far as the eye could see, he spent his days reading about the battles beyond the sky and dreaming of what could be. Having noticed early on that young Krieglied wouldn't amount to much otherwise, his parents allowed him to enlist in the military of the New Galactic Order at the ripe young age of seventeen.
It was like being born again, he would later recall. Indeed his performance records during his initial training proved so auspicious he warranted entry to the Starfighter Corps Academy. Upon completing the Academy at age twenty he was awarded a commission as a Second Lieutenant of the NGO Starfighter Corps. His next three years would be spent accumulating a slew of combat space patrols deterring terrorist activities and protecting NGO territories and vessels of interest. Having only been rendered combat ineffective due to vehicular damage twice and personal injury once, he came to be known as a sort of lucky charm to whatever squadron he was assigned. He had, 'it'. That gut instinct that caused him to bank this way or that to avoid collision or enemy fire, the way his body could read the G's of whatever craft he jockeyed. He moved a starfighter the way you or I might move a leg or an arm.
It was at age twenty three that newly promoted Captain Saejyn Krieglied's career would take a turn for the worst. The better half of the year had passed and for one reason or another enemy activity had been relatively quiet. Their sector of responsibility had once been notorious for its volatility, and tensions were high. On an otherwise routine patrol Saejyn detected unregistered craft in close proximity to the shuttle convoy they were charged with protecting. When the craft did not acknowledge his advisory to leave the area he destroyed the craft and continued on with the patrol. Much to his chagrin he would later find that vessel contained foreign dignitaries on a clandestine mission to parlay with ruling members of the NGO.
He was placed on trial before he'd even learned what happened, and before he knew it had been reassigned to the NGO Army Penal Corps. For the next three years he would spend his days prosecuting a grueling urban campaign, a fighter ace at the prime of his career reduced to common grunt. Each year came and each year passed, and with them the faces and friends he made. Each year another hallmark scar to show. In spite of his superior's expectations he finished his tour and as promised was discharged without honor to live out the rest of his days as a broken man.
Only people like Saejyn never break. Using what money he had saved up and packed away before his sentence, he purchased his own starfighter and the only tools a man like him knew how to use. He needed to get back on his feet. He needed something to live for again.
Affiliation (in case I didn't mention): Freelance for the time being.
Player's name: Jay
Yahoo SN ID: Incorrigiblebastard
Email address: Incorrigiblebastard@yahoo.com
Character's name: Saejyn Krieglied
Species: Human
Occupation: Free agent mobile security operative (body guard and mercenary specializing in mounted and dismounted operations). Former NGO starfighter pilot. Former NGO Army penal soldier.
Weapons: E-11 Mark II carbine mounted with close combat optic and high lumen flashlight, DC-15S sidearm variant, 1 reverse polarity pulse grenade, 2 frag grenades, 1 concussion grenade, 1 G-20 glop grenade, vibro-baton, bowie-style knife. Sidenote: This is Krieglied's basic combat load on missions(not including ammo quantities), not what he carries to the bar or to birthdays. Armament subject to change with mental status.
Technology: TIE/ad (Avenger) w/ standard factory weapon systems and a faulty hyperdrive, otherwise in well maintained condition. Mounted across the wing pilons fore and aft are several high-intensity flood lights.
Prosthetics: Entire left arm. Left eye. Entire mandible, to include teeth (all 32).
Also owns an integrated outer tactical vest with high grade ballistic/kinetic inserts, rarely worn due to weight and aroma.
History: Born into a family that rode the fine line between poor and lower middle class, Saejyn Krieglied endured a youth as average as life could get. Having no real interest in working with numbers and paper or in the city sized factories that blemished his home province as far as the eye could see, he spent his days reading about the battles beyond the sky and dreaming of what could be. Having noticed early on that young Krieglied wouldn't amount to much otherwise, his parents allowed him to enlist in the military of the New Galactic Order at the ripe young age of seventeen.
It was like being born again, he would later recall. Indeed his performance records during his initial training proved so auspicious he warranted entry to the Starfighter Corps Academy. Upon completing the Academy at age twenty he was awarded a commission as a Second Lieutenant of the NGO Starfighter Corps. His next three years would be spent accumulating a slew of combat space patrols deterring terrorist activities and protecting NGO territories and vessels of interest. Having only been rendered combat ineffective due to vehicular damage twice and personal injury once, he came to be known as a sort of lucky charm to whatever squadron he was assigned. He had, 'it'. That gut instinct that caused him to bank this way or that to avoid collision or enemy fire, the way his body could read the G's of whatever craft he jockeyed. He moved a starfighter the way you or I might move a leg or an arm.
It was at age twenty three that newly promoted Captain Saejyn Krieglied's career would take a turn for the worst. The better half of the year had passed and for one reason or another enemy activity had been relatively quiet. Their sector of responsibility had once been notorious for its volatility, and tensions were high. On an otherwise routine patrol Saejyn detected unregistered craft in close proximity to the shuttle convoy they were charged with protecting. When the craft did not acknowledge his advisory to leave the area he destroyed the craft and continued on with the patrol. Much to his chagrin he would later find that vessel contained foreign dignitaries on a clandestine mission to parlay with ruling members of the NGO.
He was placed on trial before he'd even learned what happened, and before he knew it had been reassigned to the NGO Army Penal Corps. For the next three years he would spend his days prosecuting a grueling urban campaign, a fighter ace at the prime of his career reduced to common grunt. Each year came and each year passed, and with them the faces and friends he made. Each year another hallmark scar to show. In spite of his superior's expectations he finished his tour and as promised was discharged without honor to live out the rest of his days as a broken man.
Only people like Saejyn never break. Using what money he had saved up and packed away before his sentence, he purchased his own starfighter and the only tools a man like him knew how to use. He needed to get back on his feet. He needed something to live for again.
Affiliation (in case I didn't mention): Freelance for the time being.
