Farren Volski

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NAME:
Farren Volski

FACTION:
Empire
RANK:
Private
SPECIES:
Human

AGE:
23
GENDER:
Male
WEIGHT:
210
HEIGHT:
5'8"
EYES:
Light blue
HAIR:
Blonde, buzzcut
SKIN:
Whitish-Tan

CREDITS:
1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
Vibro-blade scar on left cheek; Claw mark on back of head
FORCE SENSITIVE:
Nopers

STRENGTH: Pretty strong.
DEXTERITY: More nimble than he is agile, but for his size he's pretty agile in comparison to people who are bigger
CONSTITUTION: Good health.
INTELLIGIENCE: Very intelligient when it comes to scouting or sniping. Not so when it comes to advanced copmuters, but basic computers he's as good as anyone else.
WISDOM: Not much of a wise person, but does what is asked of him without question.
CHARISMA: Very talkative and constantly reminded that he needs to "Shut the hell up" but only needs to be told once.

SKILLS:
-Recon
-Long Range Weaponry
-EVA
-Close Quarters Hand-to-hand combat
-Small Weapons
-Vibro-shivs
STRENGTH/WEAKNESS:
His strength is his... well, strength. Shear endurance and brutality to get things done is his strengths. His weakness is his ability to let his emotions cloud his mind. But even if he has sympathies for those he is about to kill, he will do it if ordered.
GEAR:
-Standard Imperial Armor
-Kama
-Vac Attack Mk-127
-LG-5 Laser Gauntlet
-Long Range Targeting Optics
-Roamer-6 Breath Mask
-MedPack(3)
-Long Barreled E-11 Long Range Targeting Scope
-T-6 "Thunderer" Heavy Blaster Pistol

PERSONALITY:
Farren is very talkative. Sometimes too talktative for his own sake, and a little cocky. He is very stubborn and if he is not on a mission or training, is ussually in his own little world. Very dedicated to his job, and dedicated to the empire as well as the Sith who control it, will do anything the Empire tasks him. Quite eager for the war thats about to start, he has been training non-stop for it. Though he is only a Private, he is a gifted shot.

BIO: Emperial Training Center: Combat Scenario 0012-7356-021 (GA Bunker Assault)
"Alpha, and Beta will his the bunker from the front, drawing its attention, Charlie, you will split in half and flank it on both sides. Delta, you will attack it's rear. Got it?" "Yes, sir!" Everyone said, soluting. "Hey Farren, you Trell, Niko, and Plerr are Charlie team two. Niko, your team two's leader. Get ready, and Farren... Try not to piss yourself." Farren looked at Boj with a cynical smile. "Yes, ma'am whatever you say!" After Team Two and Team one got in position, and Alpha, Beta, and Delta did too, Team Two began checking their gear. "Psss... Niko." "Yes Farren?" "You got any extra power packs for you Optics? I forgot to check mine and they have about 3 minutes charge left. I turned them off for now though." Niko looked at Farren, and tried not to laugh. "Are you serious? God sakes man... Here take it, dont use it up!" Taking the power pack from Niko, Farren placed it in the pocket on his Kama. Using his scope on his E-11 Long Barrel, he looked at the Bunker. "Four Heavy weapons emplacements. Two of them Heavy Repeaters, other two E-Webb's." "Farren," Niko said "take out the Repeaters, those will cut down more of our troops. Troops we don't have at the moment. Plerr, Trell, your with me." Niko gave the order. At first there was dead silence. And for Farren, even more silent. He had the tasks of staying behind and providing Sniper cover for the team. Looking down his sights, he put the crosshair on one of the guard droids heads. This was a trainnig excercise so all the droids weapons were set to stun, though at close range the repeaters could still kill you. Aiming at the droids head, he radio'd Niko. "Target in sight. The left turret, Repeater, clear shot, just tell me when Team Lead." "Negative. They haven't spotted us ye--" The turrets began to open up.

"Fire, fire!" Pulling the trigger, and letting a round fly through the droids head blowing it to pieces and watching its body fall to the floor. "Target down Team Lead, moving to second Repeater." Again, putting the crossair on the droids head, and squeezing off a round, watched as its body fell. About to put another droids head in the crossairs, he felt a heavy smack on the back of his head that knocked him to the ground. Quickly turning around and grabbing his Thunderer, aimed it at a droid. There was three of them. Firing three rounds into its chest, and firing at the one to its right, got up and leapt at the one on the left shoving his vibro-shiv into its head. Aiming at the droid to his left, the one he was shooting at but didn't hit, pumped three rounds into it, and turning to the droid below him, was thrown off and he lost his Blaster. The droid got up, and grabbed a Blaster off its back. Thinking quickly, Farren aimed his Wrist Blaster at it and fired at its weapon knocking it from its hands, and then proceeds to shoot it several times in the chest. "Next time stay on the ground and maybe I wont have to kill you again! Stupid droid. How can they make droids to impersonate humans when their not even smart enough to stay on the ground?" "What was that Farren?" "Oh uh... Niko, excercise over? Heheh, talkin' to myself." "Yeah its over, while you were laying down on the ground with your friends we took care of business... Lazy ass... get over here, we need to pick up the mess. The best part wouldn't you agree?"

CHARACTERS: Rusky G'Horr http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=30925 ; Farren Volski http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?p=692954#post692954

ROLEPLAYS:
-Skirmish At Yinchorr (http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=31092)