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| Callsign: |
Spartan106  |
| ComNet Rank: |
ComNet Novice
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| Division(s): |
VE - Stormtrooper Corps
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| Gender: |
Male
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| Species: |
Human
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| Birthday: |
January 6
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| Date Joined: |
January 11, 2007
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| Last Active: |
August 26, 2007 at
7:44:57 AM
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| Number of Posts: |
46 |
| Web Page: |
http://www.myspace.com/kingjmak |
| ID Line: |
TRP/PFC Spartan106/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA |
| Biography: |
Physical Appearance:
Native Language: Basic
Hair Color: Dusty Brown
Eye Color: Blue/Green
Skin Color: White (almost pale)
Height: 6'2" (6'8" in armor)
Weight: 175 lbs (250 lbs in armor)
Age: 24
Full Name: Revan Alden
Physical Build: Well-built (Muscular)
Homeworld: Telos
In battle, Revan uses an old, stripped down set of Republic Commando armor, white plated with black underlays. In trying to keep with his Stormtrooper brethren, he doesn't decorate his armor with the individual markings Commandos of the Republic once used to dress their armor.
Talents/Skills
1) Demolitions Expert/ Heavy Ordnances tech.
Well versed in the devices and wirings that construct explosive devices.
1a) Knowledgeable about grenades, mortars, mines, and I.E.D.s.
1b) Has had limited training in medicinal practices, mostly from the plentiful amount of time spent in infirmaries from early career misfires.
2) Can speak limited amounts of the Mandalorian language.
3) Useful, but not exceedingly proficient, in normal firearms. While he is able to use them well, he prefers the tried and true heat of an explosive device.
3a) Talented fist-fighter and brawler.
Background History
"Living on Telos always leaves a mark." That's what my father used to say. Before planets exploded in my lifetime, planets exploded in lifetimes prior. Telos was one of those planets. A long, long time ago, back when the Jedi weren't dead, Telos, the planet I was born on, died.
I know, because dad always talked about it, about what was called the 'Jedi Civil War'.
Telos was bombarded by one of its own sons, an admiral named Karath. Then, afterwards, the Old Republic managed to piece it back together, bit by bit, until it was whole again. And people said it was better for it.
I loved that tale. Hearing about the Jedi that died then, about the fights between Darth Malak and his old master Revan. Hell, my dad obviously loved them too, because that's where my name came from. "It's strong," he told me when I complained, "It doesn't need to overshadow you or who you are, but it should be a reminder of the things people can do in the time they breathe."
He was right. Revan... well, the old Revan, the one from the Old Republic days, managed to do a lot. He managed to keep the Sith at bay after the Jedi Civil War. He won wars with only a handful of troops. And he defeated the Mandalorians.
That was another of my favorite tales. Malachor V, Clan Ordo. Of everything I learned from my dad and his constant ramblings he brought home from work as an archivist, I always liked hearing about the Mandalorians. The tactics, and the battles, their code of honor. They were my superheroes. If they were still around, I'd have run off and joined them as soon as I was able. Maybe I would have been a runner, or ammo supplier...
But that wasn't the case. I took up working for my dad, as his courier, running datapads back and forth across the planet, and dreaming about doing more with myself. There was only one way out: Join the Imperial Corps, and make something for myself away from the humdrum I'd been accustomed to.
I started a conversation with a Stormtrooper one day, while he was on patrol near Thani. He encouraged me, I accepted. Then he prompted me about what it is I'd like to do to help the Empire, I thought for a second, and being the proud Telosian than I am, replied smugly, "I'd like to blow things up."
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| Signature: |
TRP/PFC Spartan106/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE/
"Those who said the limits were endless were too afraid to go any further."
-=Wraith PRIDE=- |
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