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Full Name: Caitlin Mcgrouge Manser

APPEARANCE

AGE: 18.
HEIGHT: 4'7(I'm not sure).
WEIGHT: 120(Also not sure).
HAIR: elbow length straight brown that is sometimes dyed with stripes of red or blonde.
EYES: Blue.
MARKS/SCARS: A scare shaped like a circle about an inch wide and is located below the left knee, she had recvied it when one of the soldiers that invaded her homeworld threw her to the ground.
PHYSIQUE:  Fit shape because of regular excurses, also has a beautiful body because of her mother.
LANGUAGES: Basic
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HISTORY

Caitlin walked up the stepped to her new classroom's door, she slowly placed a shaking hand on the door knob. She had just been transfered to another school and not really know why, she had asked her mother and father countless times why she couldn't stay at her old school, her parents usally just tried to change the subject or tell her to do somthing else.

She turned the door knob and entered the room, only to be greeted by a young women wearing a pink flowered dress.

"You must be the new student" She said,  smiling sweetly at Caitlin."I will be your teacher for this year, Mrs Sanders."

Caitlin extended her arm and shook her hand, she forced a smile on her face and sat down on the nearest empty desk. The boy next to her leaned toward her.

"Your hot" he said unexpectly, then turned his mouth into a sick smile. Caitlin blinked a few times before turning the other way and ignoring the boy, as far as she cared he was just another sick perverted boy.

Later at lunch Caitlin sat beside a cubby girl with curly brown hair, she ignored her; she ignored everyone. A pretty girl sat beside her couple minutes later, she greeted Caitlin and began to eat her lunch. The girl next to her began to giggle, Caitlin turned to see why and saw she was chatting with a boy. They were talking about perverted things.

"This school is odd.." Caitlin muttered under her breath, but still she listened to the converstations...

At the end of the day she walked home with her blue backpack slung over her shoulder, she was not focusing on where she was going and was pondering all the things that happened to her today.

A few seconds later a explostion occured a few miles away, she turned quickly and saw ships flooding the skies and shooting rapidly at the ground, Caitlin screamed and ducked just as the house beside her exploded. She got to her feet and ran, she never really had came in contact with millartary ships before; as far as she knew she never saw a combat ship in her life. Her parents told her that the planet they lived on was a peacful planet which was within a large alliance of planets with it. She never knew the name of it.

Another ship zoomed low as it pasted over head, Caitlin was terrifed and scared for her life. She looked around when she heard heavy foots stepped and saw men in suits she never saw before carring large guns approaching her fast... This was all happening too fast, she ran to the nearest house and peered inside to see if anyone was inside to help her. There were soldiers in there and one of them had his gun pointing at a young women wearing a pink flowered dress..

People only become what they are from amazing events in their life, Caitlin's experience with the war began her thinking about joining the army once she escaped with the others.

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SKILLS

1)Acheived a black belt at Karate at the age of 15 and started Karate at the age of 10. She had condisered quiting at a time when it was too difficuit for her but she held on because of the encouragement her parents gave her.
2)Caitlin began her intrest for cooking when she was a young girl, she began cooking simple meals and snacks. Then later in her childhood she moved on to more complex foods and later entered in a competition and won silver medal.
3)Caitlin had discovered her talent for spellingwhen she spelled an overall amount of complex words in her classroom, other students had no idea how to spell them. Two months later she won bronze in a spelling contest and then later decided to not to compete anymore in anything spelling relateded.

I think you've got an interesting Bio, Caitlin. Away from the ordinary, at least. I wouldn't mind seeing a little more description, knowing how or why you came to the Army. Maybe one or two more events that shaped your personality. Then again, you could save all of this for later dates and just be the "Enigma Soldier".
 
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DarkDragoons 
TRP/CPL Garet Daimun/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA [ES2C]

"In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move."-Douglas Adams

Well, I believe there is a Platoon wide AWOL check going on right now, if not then a couple squads are doing AWOL checks. You'll have to wait and see if there are any openings after that.
 
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DarkDragoons 
TRP/CPL Garet Daimun/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA [ES2C]

"In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move."-Douglas Adams

Peebs and Bones, you have both been assigned to Iron Horse. Check your email for an official notification.
 
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
CoT/MG Cosmic/HCA-3/SL/Drill Squad/Tadath/VEA/VE
[OPE][OTH][OPA][EW1][CDS][IH][GS][LM][SoS][CRoM][CoH][PoC][MSM][SCP][SoA][IOC]
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
SL/KPR Cosmic/Lion 1-1/Lopen/VEDJ/VE
[VP][WoS2][KC1][SoY][EoP][OAK]
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Name;Jaq Harn"T1234"
Eye Color:Brown
Hair:Black
Personality:Friendly
Physical Features:6'1 156 slight burns and hands
Age; 21
Lang:Basic
Race:human

History:
Jaq Harn was born, rasied, and almost killed on one of Bespin's Tibana gas platforms.At first it seamed that he wold follow in the footsteps of both his dad and his grandfather,by living out his life as a tibanna gas prospector.
As the oldest child of the family he had a modest life, till his 18th birthday. That was the day he became a tibana prospector. The job was unsantairy, horrible pay, and high probiblity of blowing up.
Yet for three long years he endured till that fatefull day.
While extracting tibana from a deposit , a miner accidently released a cloud of methane gas, and wouldint you know a miner threw a lit cigarette on the ground. fortualy for Jag he was on break about to get a ride to cloud city on a airspeeader, which is the sole reason why he was still alive in the onswing explosion.
After being released from the hospital he decided that he had anogth with his job. On his way home he saw a recuritment  office for th Vast Empire army. Puasing outside the door he took a moment to cgather his thoughts, smiling he opened the door and walked in.

    I don't know if it's my place to say, but just a few suggestions:

-Watch your spelling...you seem to switch around letters a lot which probably means you are trying to type too fast without paying attention. Remember, you can always preview your message and edit it.

-Check what kinds of words you are trying to use, since you mix them up a lot. For example,

"...fortualy for Jag he was on break about to get a ride to cloud city on a airspeeader, witch is the solw reason why he was still alive in the inswing explosion..."

witch instead of which ^^^

It's hard to read your typing, that's all I'm getting at.

-Try to expand on your character a little. Saying your character's traits are friendly isn't very in-depth. Pretty much everyone is friendly in some way. Everybody has friends, don't they?

-Try to keep your story pieced together properly. You say a cloud of methane gas was released, and exploded when a miner threw his cigarette on the ground. The cigarette wouldn't need to hit the ground, as gas is all over the air...it would just explode in his mouth. Plus, workers wouldn't be allowed to smoke if there were combustable gases nearby.

    Just as a side note, how would someone "accidentally release methane gas?" Did the miner fart or something?

    Don't take the criticism negatively or anything, I'm just trying to help you develop stronger stories that will improve your writing. Glad to see new recruits like yourself
 
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Private First Class Phenix
Jesters Squad
Storm Platoon
Army of the Vast Empire
TRP/LCPLPhenix/3SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE [LoR]

"Let me help you tie the rope around your neck..."

I see, I see. Like I said, I'm only trying to have positive criticism...I like the story
 
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Private First Class Phenix
Jesters Squad
Storm Platoon
Army of the Vast Empire
TRP/LCPLPhenix/3SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE [LoR]

"Let me help you tie the rope around your neck..."

A bacta tank helps.

Anyway, great bio Caitlin. I loved your detail. However, you may, in the future, want to refer to "karate" as martial arts instead.

TK123, good start. The story you provided would be great for some runons.

You two will both be placed in squads. Check your email for updates.

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Welcome, Katrina, to Drill Squad. I have sent you an email stating what you must do next.
 
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
CoT/MG Cosmic/HCA-3/SL/Drill Squad/Tadath/VEA/VE
[OPE][OTH][OPA][EW1][CDS][IH][GS][LM][SoS][CRoM][CoH][PoC][MSM][SCP][SoA][IOC]
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
SL/KPR Cosmic/Lion 1-1/Lopen/VEDJ/VE
[VP][WoS2][KC1][SoY][EoP][OAK]
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Okie doke. I'll place future recruits there to fill those available spots.

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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
CoT/MG Cosmic/HCA-3/SL/Drill Squad/Tadath/VEA/VE
[OPE][OTH][OPA][EW1][CDS][IH][GS][LM][SoS][CRoM][CoH][PoC][MSM][SCP][SoA][IOC]
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
SL/KPR Cosmic/Lion 1-1/Lopen/VEDJ/VE
[VP][WoS2][KC1][SoY][EoP][OAK]
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Noossk is reserved for the DD squad Cosmic If you dont mind. Pawn of Dragon is AWOLed, I didn't kill though, just placed him in a coma, so there is one slot open.
 
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-Dark-Dragoons-
SL/SGT Evani/2SQD/2PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA[LoR][ES2C][CoR]

T123, is this your new email?      [email protected]
 
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
CoT/MG Cosmic/HCA-3/SL/Drill Squad/Tadath/VEA/VE
[OPE][OTH][OPA][EW1][CDS][IH][GS][LM][SoS][CRoM][CoH][PoC][MSM][SCP][SoA][IOC]
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
SL/KPR Cosmic/Lion 1-1/Lopen/VEDJ/VE
[VP][WoS2][KC1][SoY][EoP][OAK]
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Welcome, Arnaut, to Drill Squad. Check your email for further instructions.
 
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
CoT/MG Cosmic/HCA-3/SL/Drill Squad/Tadath/VEA/VE
[OPE][OTH][OPA][EW1][CDS][IH][GS][LM][SoS][CRoM][CoH][PoC][MSM][SCP][SoA][IOC]
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
SL/KPR Cosmic/Lion 1-1/Lopen/VEDJ/VE
[VP][WoS2][KC1][SoY][EoP][OAK]
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Here it is, quite a few hours in the making.
Feel free to criticize.

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Name: Arnaut Taran
Callsign: Arnaut
Age: 27
Race: Human
Language: Basic, can understand Huttese, Shyriiwook, and Rodese but cannot speak them.
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 157lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: White, light tan
Place of Birth: Tatooine

History of Arnaut:
    Born and raised on Tatooine until the age of thirteen, Arnaut led a relatively uneventful early life. Brought up in the city, his father was the Mayor of a relatively small town named Kartanin. When his father went to Mos Eisely and Mos Entha for business, Arnaut always traveled with him. He admired the smugglers that usually hung out near the starports. He spent most of his time on these trips listening to the smugglers retell their greatest shipment, or the time they slipped past an Imperial Star Destroyer, unnoticed. Someday, he said to himself, he'd become a great smuggler and work for Jabba the Hutt himself.  His parents didn't share his views. They strongly supported the Empire and would not like their only son to go off breaking laws. Still, he clung to that dream hoping someday his chance would come to become a smuggler. Unfortunately, when it finally came, he was totally unprepared.
    It was two months after his thirteenth birthday when his world was turned upside down. There was a rumor that had been going around talking of a "rebellion" of some-sort that was growing in power and waging war on the Empire. The Empire feared the Rebellion would make its way to Tatooine and started to enforce the law on the planet. Imperials formed a base of operations at the city of Bestine. Mos Entha and Mos Eisely suddenly were filled with patrolling stormtroopers. The smugglers no longer hung out around the starport, but stayed in back alleys and in the cantina. Everyone was so&uneasy with the presence of the stormtroopers. Many people hated them, and were not afraid to express it. At first, people spoke openly about how they were an unneeded and bothersome. The stormtroopers weren't too happy about this and jailed most of the speakers. After that, private, underground movements began to remove the troopers from the cities.
    On this day, Arnaut was out with his father in Mos Eisely on another trip. His father was away talking to various diplomats around the city, and with no smugglers to listen to anymore Arnaut casually strolled around, very bored. The city wasn't as fun as it had seemed when he was younger. People were unusually quiet now.  Everywhere he looked, stormtroopers walked, ever vigilant, looking out for suspected Rebels.  They were silent behind their white helmets. Behind one of the stalls, partially obscured by shadows, a group of five men quietly whispered amongst themselves. As soon as a group stormtroopers passed by, they stopped talking and looked away from the troopers. The troopers seemed not to notice. Seeing as there was nothing to do in the streets, Arnaut trailed after the stormtroopers hoping they would lead him to the building his father was currently in. As he passed by the group of men he picked up a few words of their conversation. He stopped to listen, making sure to keep out of sight. "Tomorrow we strike. Weapons have been prepared. Notify the men. Kill all that stand in the way but remember, our primary targets are&". A landspeeder roared past, and he didn't catch the last words. Oh well, he thought. Gangs attacked each other all the time, and this was probably no different. Usually the firefights took place out of town to minimize innocent casualties. He decided to forget about it.
    The next day, his father was busy discussing with the mayor of Mos Eisely about setting up a shuttleport route that included my town of Kartanin. Boring work, as usual. He walked around much as he had the day before, bored stiff.  As he walked past an alleyway, a flicker of motion caught his eye. He stared intensely into the dark shadows and was surprised to see about thirty men all huddled around a crate. One of the men, obviously the leader, pried the lid open to reveal something Arnaut could not see. Were these smugglers? Arnaut got excited. After watching for a few more minutes, he finally decided they were in fact smugglers. If he could convince the smugglers that he was worthy of them, maybe they would allow him to help them and maybe eventually even go on a smuggling run with them. Now he just needed to figure out how to make himself seem worthy. He noticed a rather large band of stormtroopers going around the building the smugglers were behind. The alleyway opened up there, in a small square in front of the Mos Eisely City Hall. If the patrol decided to walk down the alleyway, the smugglers would be discovered.  Arnaut knew of a safer place on the other side of town where the patrols didn't go. Maybe he could convince the smugglers to go there, and be safe. From there he could help them more often and become a smuggler too. He thought this over for a second, then decided it would probably work. He walked confidently into the alleyway. After he had taken a few steps, the leader noticed him. He looked up, and Arnaut was astonished to see it was one of the men he had overheard the previous day.
    "Hey you!" He said in a gruff voice. "You're not supposed to be back here."
    "I...uh" he tried to reply.
    "You know what we do with people that come snooping around back here?" He pulled out a vicious looking vibroblade and pointed it at Arnaut. By now all the other members had seen him and turned around to reveal many, many guns. Arnaut started to think this wasn't such a great idea after all.
    "You got any last words, boy?" he said menacingly.
    "I...Uh...Th-There's an Imperial Patrol coming for you! I can show you a safe place if you-"
The man cut him off. "An imperial patrol you say? Where and how many men are in it?"
"About&twenty stormtroopers or so in the City Hall Square. But why? Don't you want to get to safety?"
"Shush up boy. Alright men, it's time. Lets roll!!"
Before Arnaut could figure out what was going on, the men were rushing away from him, down the alleyway, towards the City Hall Square. As each of them passed the crate that was stilled sitting there opened, they picked out a small round Object. Grenades.  These weren't just smugglers; these were Rebel soldiers. Arnaut traveled behind them, as if in a trance. He could not believe what was going to happen. As the smugglers walked into the square, they kept their weapons concealed and walked up to the unfortunate stormtrooper patrol. Arnaut lingered at the entrance to the alleyway, watching and hoping they would not start to fight.
    "Excuse me sir," the lead rebel began. "But could you direct me to the nearest vehicle shop?"
"Yes, sir," The unlucky trooper pulled a datapad out, and started to show the leader where a vehicle shop was. Arnaut wanted to cry out "STOP!" but it was too late. With one quick motion, the Rebel grabbed the stormtroopers arm and pulled him close, pointing a blaster at his head. The man pulled the trigger. The body went limp and fell out of his grasp. Someone screamed. In an instant all the troopers and all the Rebels had guns drawn and were blasting away.  The troopers were overwhelmed and outgunned. They tried to dive to safety but there was nowhere to hide in the middle of the wide open square. They were cut down where they stood. The Rebels had planned this well. They retreated back to a large food stall and hid behind it. They had a clear view of all entrances to the square and shot down soldiers as they entered. Lucky for Arnaut, they didn't see him hiding at the edge of the alleyway. Blaster bolts flew everywhere, hitting civilians and combatants alike. The original party of stormtroopers was all dead now, but more and more kept coming. Still the Rebels seemed to have the upper hand. Grenades took down troopers in large groups. Blaster fire from behind the stall kept stormtroopers from entering. A stormtrooper rushed past his hiding position, firing as he ran, only to get a blaster bolt full in the chest. He screamed and crumpled to the ground. Less and less Stormtroopers came. They were regrouping, panning for another assault. The fire calmed down, and finally stopped as no more troopers dared to come close. The only people in the square were Rebels and corpses. He counted up the casualties. Thirty-two dead stormtroopers, while the Rebels had only lost seven. Three Rebels were dispatched into the City Hall to kill any Imperials inside.
    "No..." Arnaut whispered to himself. His father was in there. He heard shots being exchanged from inside the building. He had to save his father! But how?  Then he noticed the stormtrooper that had been shot down not two feet from him. There was one grenade on his belt. Cautiously, making sure the Rebels weren't watching him, he reached out and grabbed it. Here goes nothing, he thought. He tossed the grenade the Rebel farthest from the City Hall. With a scream of surprise, the Rebel looked down as the grenade landed at his feet. In a flurry of flame and shrapnel, the Rebel was killed. Seeing his chance, Arnaut dashed towards the door to the City Hall.
    "Hey it's that kid!" one of the Rebels yelled. Blaster bolts lashed out around him, but he didn't slow. He had to get to his dad. With a final burst, he ran into the City Hall building. Rebels were chasing him from outside, so he ran further into the building. He started in a hall, which emptied out into the lobby. As soon as he was in the room, he sealed the door behind him. The metal door rushed down, and none too soon. He heard the thuds of blaster fire hitting the door. He took a moment to catch his breath and survey the room around him. Two stormtroopers lay dead, holes in their chests. Behind the receptionist counter, the receptionist laid unconscious. He could hear blaster shots from farther in the building. He took a hallway on the left and ran down the hall.  He vaguely remembered coming down this hall earlier that morning, when his father was showing him where he'd be all day. He rushed past door by door until he finally found the room his dad was in. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door, hoping he wasn't too late.
    He was. On the floor his father lay sprawled, a blaster still in his hand. He choked back tears and stood over his father's body. He couldn't believe it. His father was truly dead. He knelt down by his father and started crying. He sat there over his father's body for what seemed like hours crying, until he could cry no more. Suddenly he heard footsteps outside the door, and the door opened.
    "So there you are kid!" the Rebel yelled. He aimed his blaster at him, ready to kill him, until one of his comrades yelled from down the hall and ran up to him.
    "Hey! We need to leave NOW! Troops are being dropped into the city from transports and preparing another assault. Commander says we've done enough damage here and we're going to our ship at the edge of town."
    "What should we do with the boy?" The first Rebel said.
    "Bring him with us"
The Rebel grabbed Arnaut by the shoulder and yanked him from his father's body. He made no protest. He was dragged out of the building into the square. The Rebel Commander was barking orders at his men. His captor shoved Arnaut towards the Commander.
    "Here's the boy that blew Jenkins up, sir."
The commander regarded Arnaut quietly.
    "That was some trick you pulled, boy," he said. "You cost us one of our best marksmen. Put him in the ship. We could use people like him."
    A man grabbed Arnaut and started walking him, with the rest of the troops, out of the square, and towards the town's edge. Few people were in the streets. No troopers attacked them as they made their way out of town. Just past the city limit a small passenger ship was parked, surrounded by half a dozen troopers. The Rebels made quick work of them. They loaded Arnaut in with the cargo and entered. So began Arnaut's career in the Rebel smuggling business.


*14 Years Later*

    Arnaut was now the most skilled smuggler in his team. He'd been trained a lot since his youth when the Rebels picked him up. He had expert gun-slinging skills. He had survived a firefight with seventeen rival smugglers once, all by himself. He'd smuggled countless loads for the Rebel Alliance. He was living his childhood dream. And he hated every second of it. He still could not forget that it was the Rebels that killed his Father. He would never forgive them for that. He never quite fit in with the rest of the Rebels. They were always "The Enemy" to him, even though he worked with them. The smugglers that originally had captured him wouldn't let him go. They tracked him day and night, as if expecting him to run away. He was too much an asset to them. Even on smuggling runs, three or more elite guards accompanied him. The Rebels needed him and weren't going to let him defect. He was glad when he finally did get caught on a smuggling run.
    After Smuggling some illegal weapons off Couruscant, he and his crew were taken completely by surprise when an Interdictor-Class Star Destroyer blazed out of hyperspace right on top of them. It prevented them from hyperspacing out of the system. A boarding party was dispatched. Fearing for their lives, the rest of the crew knocked him unconscious and fled in the escape pod. He was thought to be a Rebel prisoner by the boarding party and offered a job in the Imperial army. He knew it would be his only way to track down and kill every last Rebel responsible for his father's death. He gladly accepted.

Skills
He's a very good marksman with incredible aim. He has a strong muscular build, and adequate training in melee combat. He's not very technologically inclined. He's not good at building electronics or working with computers.

Personality
Very calm, always seems to be thinking. Has a detached presence as if he's not aware of what's happening around him. He is very helpful, when asked. He is also very slow to anger, but once he gets angry, he won't calm down for a while.
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I orginally posted this as its own topic, but after re-reading the email, I am posting it here.

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I'm a new soldier-in-training.