Post by Quatra Stark on Mar 15, 2008 11:48:31 GMT -5
Name: Quatra Stark
Age: 16
Species: Human
Description: Stands 5'9. Has short blond hair and blue eyes. He often wears attire similar to Han Solo, and often wears a brown coat over it when on the ground. When flying, he wears Republic pilots uniform.
Bio: Born on Corellia, flying was always Quatra's life. From the time he was eleven, to sixteen, he was always inside a ship. He grew incredibly fond of the special Corellian fighters, but did eventually build his own, in common design with the Jedi Star fighter, as they amazed him as pilots. His five years of obsessive flying, and training from some of the best pilots in the system, Quatra became a highly adept fighter pilot, and could also pilot freighters, transports, and gun ships.
At fifteen, he was able to register for the Republic Military, despite his age. He lied about being fifteen, and said he was eighteen. They seemed to buy it. He enlisted in the 502nd fighters brigade, and went though Republic Military pilot's training with ease. Graduating at the top of his class, he was immediately put into combat situations. He survived his first battle, and took out twenty one of the enemy pilots. He was promoted to Sergeant right out training, and 2nd lieutenant after his first battle.
He someday dreams of meeting a Jedi, and fighting side by side. He's force sensitive, but doesn't know so yet. Now he fights with the Republic Navy, most of his dreams already accomplished.
Personality: Quatra is a bit thingyy, but knows this, and keeps himself in check. He's very hard to scare, but is not immune to it. He can gets excited often, and does often slip into town to meet with some of the many girls in town. Being sixteen year old, he can be somewhat arrogant at times.
Force Powers: He's force sensitive, but doesn't know it yet.
Weapons: His main weapon would be his ship, but on foot he prefers a good blaster at his side.
Side Weapon: At times, he'll carry a virosword, but he's not very skilled with it.
Faction: Republic Navy
Force Class:
Sample Role Playing Post: Quatra heard the alarm, an attack. He had been training for a total of five years, one of those years being in the Republic Navy academy, yet the sound was a total shock to him. He didn't move for a split second, neither did anyone else, then, suddenly, they all rose from their seats, or bunks, and suited up. It took only a few moments for Quatra to get suited up and be on his way to his ship. By special request, he was allowed to use his own ship in combat. The ship didn't have any extra special modifications, except having the appearance of a Jedi fighter.
He hopped inside, waiting until the astrotech droid was placed inside. He closed his thingy pit (hope you've got the censored words set so thingy isn't a problem, ha ha) and his ship raised from the hangar floor. He hangar bay doors opened, and several ships, including his, shot out.
Now in open space, he could see his enemy. He felt slightly scared, but shook it off as he could feel the enemy approaching.
~Odd, I've never been able to actually feel my enemy. Must be part of the experience.~ He thought to himself, as he maneuvered to rise above the enemy fighters.
From above, he dipped down slightly, firing on a few ships, then making the full dive down, through their ranks. Swinging around, he now chased down a squad of three enemy fighters. Firing some missiles, he quickly eliminated two, and chased down the third. The third one was tricky, yet Quatra out maneuvered him, and took him out with a quick barrage of blaster fire. He swung around to face the cruiser he had come out of. He got a buzz.
"Take out the bombers around the ship before they take the shields out." He was ordered.
Quatra pushed the throttle on his ship, and he was quickly upon the enemy. He was able to quickly take out one bomber, but an escort fighter began chasing him down. Quatra tried maneuvering this way and that, but the enemy fighter was persistent. Evading some blaster fire, Quatra led the fighter to an enemy bomber.
"Chicken." He muttered to himself as he force the enemies to collide.
He proceeded to take out three more bombers, and two fighters. He was buzzed again.
"Time for our assault. Lead the V-Wings to the enemy ship, don't let them fall." The command was made, and Quatra got behind a V-Wing bomber.
Immediately, he was engaged, before even getting to the ship. The V-Wing was able to get out of the way while Quatra took out another enemy fighter. Two more ascended on the V-Wing, and Quatra was almost too late. He fired some missiles, and took them out. They proceeded to the enemy flag ship. The shields had already taken a lot of damage from the Republic cruisers guns, and the bombers that had already unleashed pay loads on the ship. Quatra followed the bomber he was escorting, taking out four more enemy ships in the process.
He suddenly felt a sharp awareness kick in behind him. He quickly shuttered up, then moved behind two enemies that had fired missiles at him. Shaking off the weird feeling, Quatra took out the two fighters.
His bomber let go four pay loads, and returned to the cruiser. Enemy fighters tried to tail him, but Quatra quickly took them out. The battle commenced for another hour before the enemy retreated. Quatra had taken out twenty one enemies by battles end, and he was promoted to 2nd lieutenant.
Later that night, he turned to his bunk mate.
"You ever get the feeling that you can sense your enemy? Like literally feel their life force?" Quatra asked.
"Naw, although sometimes I think somethings keeping me alive. But not like what your talking about." He replied.
Quatra let it out of his mind and went to sleep.
Age: 16
Species: Human
Description: Stands 5'9. Has short blond hair and blue eyes. He often wears attire similar to Han Solo, and often wears a brown coat over it when on the ground. When flying, he wears Republic pilots uniform.
Bio: Born on Corellia, flying was always Quatra's life. From the time he was eleven, to sixteen, he was always inside a ship. He grew incredibly fond of the special Corellian fighters, but did eventually build his own, in common design with the Jedi Star fighter, as they amazed him as pilots. His five years of obsessive flying, and training from some of the best pilots in the system, Quatra became a highly adept fighter pilot, and could also pilot freighters, transports, and gun ships.
At fifteen, he was able to register for the Republic Military, despite his age. He lied about being fifteen, and said he was eighteen. They seemed to buy it. He enlisted in the 502nd fighters brigade, and went though Republic Military pilot's training with ease. Graduating at the top of his class, he was immediately put into combat situations. He survived his first battle, and took out twenty one of the enemy pilots. He was promoted to Sergeant right out training, and 2nd lieutenant after his first battle.
He someday dreams of meeting a Jedi, and fighting side by side. He's force sensitive, but doesn't know so yet. Now he fights with the Republic Navy, most of his dreams already accomplished.
Personality: Quatra is a bit thingyy, but knows this, and keeps himself in check. He's very hard to scare, but is not immune to it. He can gets excited often, and does often slip into town to meet with some of the many girls in town. Being sixteen year old, he can be somewhat arrogant at times.
Force Powers: He's force sensitive, but doesn't know it yet.
Weapons: His main weapon would be his ship, but on foot he prefers a good blaster at his side.
Side Weapon: At times, he'll carry a virosword, but he's not very skilled with it.
Faction: Republic Navy
Force Class:
Sample Role Playing Post: Quatra heard the alarm, an attack. He had been training for a total of five years, one of those years being in the Republic Navy academy, yet the sound was a total shock to him. He didn't move for a split second, neither did anyone else, then, suddenly, they all rose from their seats, or bunks, and suited up. It took only a few moments for Quatra to get suited up and be on his way to his ship. By special request, he was allowed to use his own ship in combat. The ship didn't have any extra special modifications, except having the appearance of a Jedi fighter.
He hopped inside, waiting until the astrotech droid was placed inside. He closed his thingy pit (hope you've got the censored words set so thingy isn't a problem, ha ha) and his ship raised from the hangar floor. He hangar bay doors opened, and several ships, including his, shot out.
Now in open space, he could see his enemy. He felt slightly scared, but shook it off as he could feel the enemy approaching.
~Odd, I've never been able to actually feel my enemy. Must be part of the experience.~ He thought to himself, as he maneuvered to rise above the enemy fighters.
From above, he dipped down slightly, firing on a few ships, then making the full dive down, through their ranks. Swinging around, he now chased down a squad of three enemy fighters. Firing some missiles, he quickly eliminated two, and chased down the third. The third one was tricky, yet Quatra out maneuvered him, and took him out with a quick barrage of blaster fire. He swung around to face the cruiser he had come out of. He got a buzz.
"Take out the bombers around the ship before they take the shields out." He was ordered.
Quatra pushed the throttle on his ship, and he was quickly upon the enemy. He was able to quickly take out one bomber, but an escort fighter began chasing him down. Quatra tried maneuvering this way and that, but the enemy fighter was persistent. Evading some blaster fire, Quatra led the fighter to an enemy bomber.
"Chicken." He muttered to himself as he force the enemies to collide.
He proceeded to take out three more bombers, and two fighters. He was buzzed again.
"Time for our assault. Lead the V-Wings to the enemy ship, don't let them fall." The command was made, and Quatra got behind a V-Wing bomber.
Immediately, he was engaged, before even getting to the ship. The V-Wing was able to get out of the way while Quatra took out another enemy fighter. Two more ascended on the V-Wing, and Quatra was almost too late. He fired some missiles, and took them out. They proceeded to the enemy flag ship. The shields had already taken a lot of damage from the Republic cruisers guns, and the bombers that had already unleashed pay loads on the ship. Quatra followed the bomber he was escorting, taking out four more enemy ships in the process.
He suddenly felt a sharp awareness kick in behind him. He quickly shuttered up, then moved behind two enemies that had fired missiles at him. Shaking off the weird feeling, Quatra took out the two fighters.
His bomber let go four pay loads, and returned to the cruiser. Enemy fighters tried to tail him, but Quatra quickly took them out. The battle commenced for another hour before the enemy retreated. Quatra had taken out twenty one enemies by battles end, and he was promoted to 2nd lieutenant.
Later that night, he turned to his bunk mate.
"You ever get the feeling that you can sense your enemy? Like literally feel their life force?" Quatra asked.
"Naw, although sometimes I think somethings keeping me alive. But not like what your talking about." He replied.
Quatra let it out of his mind and went to sleep.