Razor sat in a standard interrogation room.  One table, two chairs.  A captain burst in through the door.  Razor jumped to attention and saluted.  The Captain returned the salute and placed a small metal recording box on the table.

“Good morning Captain.”

“Good morning Lance Corporal.  Stand at ease please.”

Razor carefully took his seat, staring at the captain.

“You are here curretnly to be investigated by Internal Affairs for your recent TAD.  You and the squad you were sent with failed to retrieve the stolen plans as the mission had assigned you to.”

“That mission was rigged! Any squad you sent in there would have failed!” 

“Maybe so.  But we sent yours.”

“Well Captain, with all due respect, this is complete and utter bullshit.”

“I should bust you down to Private right now for that comment however this meeting never happened therefore I cannot punish you for something you never said.  For the record please state your name, callsign and reason for that callsign.”

“If this meeting never happened I will talk how I please now then, my name Heliot. Ra Heliot.  Everyone just calls me Razor.  Its partially because I have a razor sharp wit.  That and the fact that i can cut a hair in half with a thrown blade.  Ok so maybe thats a slight exaggeration but I’ve never met anyone who could throw a combat knife like me.”

“Where were you born and how old are you?”

“I was born on Ovorat only problem is, I’m not really sure when.  Noghri invaded my world when I was young. They killed my parents and took me captive. If I had siblings I certainly don’t remember them now.”

“What was the most traumatic experience of your childhood?”

“Kinda seems like a dumb question. The Planetary Defense Force finally beat the Noghri back but when they left, they took their prisoners with them.  I lived in a world that only consisted of pain and suffering.  I couldn’t even remember my own name by the end.”

“What was your happiest memory?”

Well my happiest memory is directly linked to my most traumatic memory.  When the stormtrooper detachment that was sent to kill the Noghri burst through my cell door and on trooper said, ‘Son, you’re gonna be fine.’ I wept.  My relief was so great.  To be taken from a place where all you knew was pain is the greatest gift anyone can give.

“Next, for the record please list your physical attributes.”

“I am a Zabrak.  I have twelve perfectly placed horns.  I am 5’ 11”  I weigh in at 150 lbs.  I have no disabilities.  In fact I only have abilities.  When I go into combat My mind phases everything out.  Even my senses.  It is total darkness.  Enemies appear to me in grey and attacks appear red.  It is full combat mind mastery.  Some would call it a sensory disadvantage but I say that it keeps me and more importantly my squad mates alive. I like to think that I’m extremely athletic.... Because I am.  As you can see I have an average face for a Zabrak.  It helps me blend on stealthily missions.  I used to have a prominent chin but the military paid for that alteration for ‘tactical’ purposes.  I have deep chestnut skin and no freckles acne or birth marks. My eyes are what you call hazel.”


“When not in uniform how do you normally dress?”

“I am well groomed as you can see and when not in uniform I typically wear clothes that would allow me to live through a bar fight.  To include my combat boots. As per the STC Order P1020.34G I have no piercings or brands.  My only Brand was lasically removed when I joined the STC.”

Do you have any unique mannerisms or physical habits?

Probably my most unique mannerism or habit is that I shut down.  I turn off.  It can turn back on in seconds but I can shut everything down and be perfectly still.  I usually do this when grappling with a serious conflict.

“How much education have you had?

“I grew up in a Noghri ship or in a gang.  I never went to school unless you count the school of hard knocks.”

“How do you think?  What are you strengths and what are your pitfalls?”

“I am a logical thinker.  Ever problem i go through I orient my self.  I observe the situation.  I decide and finally, most importantly, I act.  Every choice has its risks and benefits evaluated.  It might seem daring or insane to another person the way I do things but I know that should I fail, the juice was worth the squeeze.”

“What are you most sensitive about? Optimist or pessimist? Extrovert or introvert?  How comfortable are you with technology?”

“I am ever optimistic.  I believe that any mission can be accomplished.  I am extremely extroverted to the point of the annoyance of others.  Technology is great but a dagger in someones eye works just as well as a blaster bolt.  It all comes down to whose hands you put your technology into.”

“What is your current marital status? Tell us about your sexual life.  Whos is your oldest friend? How do you think others perceive you?:How do others actually perceive you?”

“Currently I am single.  That is the way I prefer it.  When i was in the Red Spades, the women were easy.  My first experience with a woman was after I was jumped into the Spades.  The gang members had surrounded me and kicked the living sh*t out of me.  They left me bloody and lying in the street.  I was forced to stumble home.  When I arrived home gang members surrounded my door.  I was grabbed and thrown into the back of a speeder.  As I was whisked away a heat spread through my arm and I smelled bacon. My arm was being branded with the gang’s blood spade symbol.  After the tenderizing my body had experienced earlier I could hardly even feel it.  We got to the gang’s hideout and there were men and drinks and whores.  They took me to a private room and lay my body on a bed.  The whores came.  That was my first sexual experience.  It took me weeks to recover from that. I’m not talking about the jumping either.  I was twelve.”

“As far as friends go, I have my brothers and sisters in the Corps.  I was betrayed by my gang and they were the only other people I’ve ever known.  My closest friend is my squad leader.  We enlisted together and I’ve been with him in the service ever since.  We’ve gone on temporarily assigned duty missions.  I got sent on one recently that lasted too long.  I’ve been gone for a while.  This is where I ended up back. I judge people based on how well the uphold the standards and traditions of the Corps.  Their combat aptitude is important too.  I hope thats what people judge me on.  If they do they will perceive me well.”

“How do you feel about your job and coworkers?”

“I don’t make money.  I get experiences that I wouldn’t trade for the world.  I love all my coworkers.”

“What are your life goals and fears? What are you ashamed of? What crimes have you committed? If you could change one thing about you what would it be?”

“My life goal is to take everything this universe has to offer me.  My only fear is that I won’t do enough in the short time that I grace this universe. I am ashamed of my past.  No one knows about my life as a Spade. I was never caught in the act but I’ve done horrible things.  Cheat, murder, steal, rape, you name it.  I’m not proud of it.  I tarnish what I’ve become with my past.If I could go back I hope I would have done it differently.  That is what I would like to change most about me.  My past.”

“Are you a night owl or early bird? Please list your favorite food, least favorite food, favorite book, least favorite book, favorite color, car, and dominant hand. Are you a smoker? Are you a cusser?”

“I’m a night owl.  I could stay up till all hours but getting up is a pain.  My favorite food is noodles.  My least favorite food is MMRE.  Military Meals ready to eat.  My favorite book is the handbook for stormtrooper.  I’ve learned more from that than any other book  My least favorite is a Rifleman Dodd.  Too tedious to read but unfortunately its on the Corps’ required reading list. I’m a righty, I curse like I can’t help it, My favorite color is blue and I drive an A-A5 Truck.  Is all this really necessary?”

“We’re almost done Razor.  Just one more question.  What is your biggest regret?”

“My biggest regret is coming here at all.  This seems like a waste of time.  Can I leave now?”

The captain stared daggers into Razor.

“Yes.  You can go.  Just know that we are watching.”

“Ok then you keep doing that.  Just try not to enjoy this too much.”  Razor said as he crotch and shook it. 

He kicked the chair back hard enough to flip it off into a wall and walked out the door, shaking his head at the ridiculousness.

OOC:

WC:1592

Character Sketch Reference:

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Therex "Jenerin" Whitestone

Nickname: Rex

Reason for name: *shrugs* It was just given to him.

Birthday: He doesn't even know.

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Place of birth: Csilla

Places lived since: Everywhere. Bit of a wanderer.

Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations: He doesn't really know.

Number of siblings: 1 that he knows of. But he killed him.

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Non-Existent.

Happiest memory: Getting Drunk for the first time.

Childhood trauma: Killing his brother.

Children of his/her own?: Ah hell naw.

If so, relationship with their mother/father?: N/A

Age he/she gave birth/became a father: N/A

PHYSICAL

Height: 6' 2"

Weight: 250 lbs.

Build: Somewhat muscular.

Nationality: Used to be freelancer. Now just works for VE till the Velkyries need him.

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): Second "personality"

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks): Scarred and calloused blue skin.

Face shape: Standard shape, pointed chin.

Distinguishing facial features: Scars over eye that had to be replace.

Hair color: Black

Usual hair style: Unkempt, usually under a hat or helmet.

Eye color: Deep, glowing red.

Glasses? Contacts?: Nope.

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Standard loose clothing, oversized trench coat, occasional hat.

Typical style of shoes: Thick black boots.

Health: Rarely sick, but a quick healer when it does happen.

Grooming: Wears whatever he can find usually, but likes to keep himself well cleaned.

Accent?: None, but he voice does like to mimic other accents.

Unique mannerisms/physical habits: Eye twitches, and phantom pains.

Athletic?: Nope. Never liked sports.

INTELLECT

Level of education: Went to Csilla academy, but dropped out.

Level of self esteem: Likes himself a lot, but always appreciated a little improvement.

Gifts/talents: Second Personality, "self defense" thingy. Medical memory.

Shortcomings: Short temper, and homicidal tendencies.

Style of speech: Quiet when normal, but very loud and deep when angered.

“Left brain” or “right brain” thinker?: Yes. Doesn't follow all advice that he should though.

Artistic?: In killing people, sure.

Mathematical?: Very. Sees numbers everywhere.

Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: Depends. He likes logic, Jenerin likes emotion.

Life philosophy: Keep advancing, and mow down anyone in your way.

Religious stance: Nonexistent.

Cautious or daring?: Daring. Very kamikaze.

Most sensitive about/vulnerable to: Angering tendencies.

Optimist or pessimist?: Pessimist.

Extrovert or introvert?: Introvert.

Level of comfort with technology: Uses it, mainly cause he has cybernetics.

RELATIONSHIPS

Current marital/relationship status:

Sexual orientation:

Past relationships:

Primary reason for being broken up with: Death.

Primary reasons for breaking up with people: Someone pissed him off.

Level of sexual experience: Umm, rather not say.

Story of first kiss (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen?): He kissed a girl and he liked it. Need anymore?

Story of loss of virginity (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen, if at all?): Still has it because most people don't want to ate someone who might kill them.

A social person? (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): Loner. Very much a loner.

Most comfortable around (person): Bright, but more recently, he is trying to bond with Terre.

Oldest friend: Faska Maroni

How does he/she think others perceive him/her?: People fear him.

How do others actually perceive him/her?: They fear him.

VOCATION

Profession: Doctor/soldier.

Past occupations: Mob co-owner.

Passions: Drinking and tinkering.

Attitude towards current job: Likes the fact that he can kill people.

Attitude towards current coworkers, bosses, employees: Temporary.

Salary: Does it matter, he spends it on booze.

SECRETS

(Every character—no matter how minor—should always have secrets!)

Phobias: Small spaces.

Life goals: None. He doesn't expect to live long.

Dreams: To retire and go back to the Velkyries.

Greatest fears: His second "personality".

Most ashamed of: His kill count.

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: Sneezed while kissing a girl.

Compulsions: Murder.

Obsessions: Killing.

Secret hobbies: Explosives and Models.

Secret skills: Experimental Medicine.

Past sexual transgressions: Killed a whore.

Crimes committed (and was he/she caught? charged?): Lots of murders. Only been prosecuted for one. Imprisoned for a while.

What he/she most wants to change about his/her current life: The voice in his head.

What he/she most wants to change about his/her physical appearance: Removal of scars on back.

DETAILS/QUIRKS

Daily routine: Feeds his pets and smokes a few.

Night owl or early bird?: Night Owl. Hates mornings.

Light or heavy sleeper?: Light sleeper, always on the edge of nerves.

Favorite food: His own.

Least favorite food: Army food.

Favorite book: The art of massacre.

Least favorite book: Peace

Favorite movie: N/A

Least favorite movie: N/A

Favorite song: N/A

Least favorite song: N/A

Coffee or tea?: Coffee.

Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?: Crunchy.

Type of car he/she drives (or wishes he/she drove): A motorbike if needed.

Lefty or righty?: Ambidextrous.

Favorite color: White.

Cusser?: Not much, but he does express himself profanely at times.

Smoker? Drinker? Drug user?: Smokes, and drinks. A lot. Like, A LOT!!!

Biggest regret: Ever becoming attached to people.

Pets?: A couple. A katarn, and a varactyl.