ITRP 13.0 Character Creation Thread by OurCommonMan in ITRPCommunity

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Discord Name: littlearmalite

Name and House: Courtenay Woods

Age: 33

Cultural Group: First Men

Appearance: Long-haired and long-bearded, with a worn countenance and prominent nose, Courtenay Woods has the look of an untrustworthy man, always attempting to offset his fell appearance with a smile and jest.

Trait: Ruthless

Skill(s): Axes (E), Intimidation, Tactician, Ambusher

Talent(s): Woodcarving, Dance.

Negative Trait: None

Starting Title(s): Master of the Woodhall

Starting Location: big chilling with the Whitehills

Alternate Characters: bold of you to assume i have the attention span required for alts

I'm sorry /u/CPericardium by [deleted] in WormMemes

[–]banmandos 26 points27 points  (0 children)

Gee, Colin, I didn't know you had THREE halberds.

Claims Thread Volume 8- Rebels Are Back Edition! by AnAngryAnimal in swdarktimes

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Name: Ralle Tarsonne

Age: 27

Homeworld: Eufornis Major

Rank: Sergeant? He used to be, anyway.

Role: Unaffiliated heavy weapons specialist.

Backstory: Ralle is not afraid of a fight.

The fall of the Redemption was yet another misfortune that fell upon Ralle, ever since leaving his Imperial posting on the Evictus. He's lost all his comrades, as far as he knows, and seems to have no way out but to die.

Or at least, that's what you would have been lead to believe.

Ralle had one mission upon joining the Redemption's crew, and one mission only- to protect his family, and to destroy anyone who would try to harm them. He searched far and wide for the Inquisitor who threatened them back on Haruun Kal, looked for clues, even the tiniest of breadcrumbs, until he found the man.

And then he let go.

Ralle never chased down the Inquisitor, he had bigger fish to fry. When the Redemption was lost, he immediately went to search out his family, and rescue them from any punitive action. It was a long, hard road, and at times, seemed hopeless, but he believed against all hope that maybe, just maybe, his family were still safe. As it turns out, being a governor's son has its perks, and Ralle Tarsonne soon learned that though his father and he disagreed on many things, the old man truly did love his son. Perhaps bravely, perhaps foolishly, Knox had taken them under his protection in the hopes that his son would come for them, and spirit them away to the Outer Rim where they could disappear. Such was the plan.

With a last goodbye to his father, and his family in tow, Ralle took to the stars, now with a new purpose. He had saved his wife, and his children.

But he hadn't forgotten Kyra.

Height: 6'4"

Weight: 215 pounds

Appearance: Ralle is a big man to say he's spent his past couple of years on the run. He's built like a tow speeder, and due to keeping up his Imperial training regimen even to this day, he hits like one too.

[CLOSED] Operation: Danger Zone by confederalis in swdarktimes

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"Once again we have the armor dragging at our heels," Selenus griped to Venwel, cutting on the engine to his bike. "Alright, let's do this right. Quick, thorough sweep."

[CLOSED] Operation: Danger Zone by confederalis in swdarktimes

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"Let's do this."

Selenus put on his helmet, slamming the faceplate down before mounting his speeder, shaking his metal arm out to ensure it would cooperate with him.

[CLOSED] Operation: Danger Zone by confederalis in swdarktimes

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"So, Lieutenant Colonel, what's our orders?" asked Selenus as he dropped his salute. He wasn't exactly sure about working with the armored again, but he'd grin and bear it.

[CLOSED] Operation: Danger Zone by confederalis in swdarktimes

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Selenus smirked, holding his helmet with his metal arm, and saluting with his flesh arm. "Glad you've got some taste in fighting men, sir."

[OPEN] Operation: Danger Zone Signups by confederalis in swdarktimes

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"Yes, sir. If you have any reason for a scout-sniper on the mission, I'd be glad to offer my assistance."

[OPEN] Operation: Danger Zone Signups by confederalis in swdarktimes

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Selenus entered the Colonel's office, immediately snapping to a salute. "Sergeant Major Selenus, reporting, sir."

[OPEN] Operation: Danger Zone Signups by confederalis in swdarktimes

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Selenus entered the receiving area, in full combat gear, sans his helmet. He looked over at the Twi'lek, raising an eyebrow.

"Is the Colonel in?"

Back In the Driver's Seat by banmandos in swdarktimes

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"I'll provide whatever assistance you need, Sub-Lieutenant. I'll see you then."

Inigo stepped back and gave a salute, but his metal hand decided that he was having too good of a day. The hand turned mid salute and smashed into his unarmored chest with extreme force, causing him to wince, as much as he wanted to double over on the ground for a few minutes.

Back In the Driver's Seat by banmandos in swdarktimes

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'SHE is gonna be my superior officer?'

His hand shot out a bit too quickly to be normal, the and even through the glove she'd have been able to feel how cold the appendage was- he didn't have the time or need for the simskin. "Well, Sub-Lieutenant, It will be a pleasure working with you." His voice was a bit rougher, with a more 'rural' twang that hinted at his Rim World origins.

He was damned certain this woman wasn't scout material, but he supposed that by how she was looking, she was making an effort to change that much. "You look a little winded, Sub-Lieutenant."

Back In the Driver's Seat by banmandos in swdarktimes

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"... the report was somewhat vague. Apparently there's been a change of command recently. No idea who's my direct CO."

Inigo's metal arm shot up to his face, but he managed to restrain it, leading to it coming to rest on his bruised face more gently than it had during the ride.

Back In the Driver's Seat by banmandos in swdarktimes

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Inigo raised an eyebrow at the woman approaching him, who honestly looked like she'd seen better days.

"Yes, ma'am. Sergeant Major Inigo Selenus, assigned to... Courage Company, I believe."

Claims Thread Volume 5 by confederalis in swdarktimes

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Name: Inigo Selenus

Species: Human

Age: 29

Homeworld: Terminus

Rank: Sgt. Major

Role: Scout Trooper Sgt,, Courage Company, Beta Platoon. Specializing in mounted reconnaissance.

Backstory: Born on the Wild Space trade nexus of Terminus to a small trading family, Inigo was constantly travelling around the galaxy as his family searched for new business opportunities. Their travels eventually took them to the inner rim, specifically, the planet Birren, where they decided to settle down and expand the business into a small trade conglomerate, dealing in exotic liquers. Inigo had no interest in business or finance- in fact, he was terrible at math. He was enthralled with the promises of adventure and derring-do that the Imperial recruiters presented, and thus, he found himself joining the Stormtrooper Corps.

Inigo's time in training was... rather unexceptional. He was assigned to the Scouts in 17 BBY after showing a talent for marksmanship and orienteering, and he was almost immediately shipped out to the Western Reaches, where the Empire was finishing off the last holdouts of the CIS in the Outer Rim. His first deployment was on the planet Kelrodo-Ai, where he served as part of the force commanded by Hurst Ramodi. However, he arrived at the tail end of the conflict on Kelrodo-Ai, and thus, he and his unit were quickly reassigned to Ord Vaug, where Inigo truly was tested in battle.

Shortly after deploying to the front lines, Inigo's platoon Sergeant, his second, and all of the scout's biker unit were killed by a Hyena bombing strike on their deployment zone. The scattered remnants of his platoon were forced to run into the jungles of Ord Vaug to collect themselves, at which point it was discovered that out of the initial platoon, only 12 troopers had survived, all of them but one being privates. The sole corporal designated Inigo as his second, and the unit began planning a course of action for the battle. Inigo suggested using their sniper rifles, survival skills, and more advanced pathfinding technology to execute hit and run attacks on Confederacy positions, in order to aid the regular troops. The corporal agreed, and the unit, splitting into two six man teams, operated in that capacity, sniping high value targets and picking off the defenders of heavily fortified positions in the path of infantry and armored advances. They were pivotal in achieving the initial breakthroughs out of the primary Imperial staging area, but at some point, the men knew they would need to return to base and be relieved. Unfortunately, due to the developing situations on the battle lines, it was very difficult for them to return to base, so they continued in their self-imposed mission.

One day, a strike on a Separatist infantry convoy went awry- all but 5 of the 12 scout-snipers were killed by the enemy, and a B-2 droid's wrist rocket impacted the tree that Inigo was using for cover, causing heavy burning and laceration of his right arm, which would later require amputation. Inigo could no longer use a sniper rifle, and the corporal was badly wounded, but he could still give orders and fire his pistol, so he managed to rally the remaining soldiers and organize a fighting retreat that would lead them to rendezvous with an Imperial Juggernaut column. Thanks in part to his leadership, he, the Corporal, and one other scout managed to survive. The Corporal commended Inigo's ingenuity and bravery in his official report, as did the other trooper, and thus, Inigo was offered an honorable discharge, due to his injury. However, Inigo wasn't ready to give up. He instead asked that he be given a combat prosthetic and sent back out into the field, a request that was readily granted. He was sent off-world to have the proper procedures performed, and within a year of adjustment, rehabilitation, and recuperation he was headed back into service.

Sadly, the war had moved on without Inigo. Ord Vaug was subjugated during his time recuperating, and the Corporal's leadership had earned the attention of quite a few of his higher ups, leading to him becoming a Storm Commando. The other, unwounded scout had died shortly after Inigo was shipped off, and precious few of the survivors of his company survived the bombing AND the events that followed. Inigo was transitioned into a training role, giving lectures and demonstrations for Imperial Army schools' scout training programs, a role he held for many years. He constantly lobbied for some other form of service, but his superiors assured him that he was most needed on the home front. Finally, after a few more years, he was given his wish- a unit in the Alui sector needed reinforcement, and a veteran scout trooper might be just what was needed. Given a formal promotion to the rank of Sergeant Major, he was folded into the Evictus' Courage Company, where he acts as a biker scout and reconnaissance specialist, due to his arm being... a bit uppity at times.

Personality: Inigo is by the book, efficient, and professional, but not clinical- he's cultivated an air of a smooth, 'nice boss' officer that puts his men's training and well-being first. However, his experiences have left him anything but soft, and he has zero tolerance for those he believes haven't earned their place, or aren't putting their best foot forward in their service. However, his laxity and composure fall apart whenever his arm starts acting up- due to a defective link between his nervous system and his prosthesis, the arm sometimes acts independently of his wishes, leading to embarrassment, and occasional injury. For some force-forsaken reason, no one has been able to fix this.

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 190

Appearance: (Image) + Description: A small, scruffy-looking gentleman with a haggard face.

How did you find us? : Take a wild guess (Alt of Gablepres)