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Johnathan Roderick Neon
AGE: 29
HEIGHT: 6' 1''
WEIGHT: 185 LBS
FORCE SENSITIVE: NO
AGE: 29
HEIGHT: 6' 1''
WEIGHT: 185 LBS
FORCE SENSITIVE: NO
[BEEBOX=90%]HISTORY[/BEEBOX]
"One man's freedom fighter is another man's terrorist,"
What is history, but the propaganda of victors? I could tell you Johnny never wanted to fight in the war. I could tell you had he grown up anywhere other than Garos IV he would have been a doctor or a lawyer or a family man. That doesn't matter though. What matters, what has always mattered was who wins, who loses, and who dies and in the end we all die. That's history.
Born Johnathan Roderick Neon, a premature underweight baby, Johnny too soon learned what a struggle life could be. Each breath was agony, each moment stretched beyond the measure of his simple mind. Yet he breathed on and grew up healthy and strong. He was an All Republic boy as the announcers liked to say as he played this sport or another. Good grades, good athletics, handsome, Johnny had everything going for him.
Everything but geography.
A border world, Garos found itself on the fringe of perpetual chaos. Reports of imminent attacks, foiled plots, and constant unrest dulled the senses of a people. Johnny grew up learning duck and cover drills and was constantly listening for raid sirens. In the end when they sounded, the young man felt ducking and covering wasn't going to be much help.
Hellfire rained from the sky for what seemed like days, but in the end was only a raid of a few hours. Emerging from the rubble, Johnny found no sign of his family or friends. He was alone on a hostile world at the age of thirteen. Memories of the weak baby he once was rekindled and for a moment his breath stuttered. He caught himself, he was no longer a baby. Tightening his fist the young man started digging his hope of saving others never ceasing.
He killed his first man at 14. He was running canteens to border patrolmen when he heard a rustle in the woods. An enemy scout rushed from the trees holding a knife and screaming like a madman. Johnny's mind screamed to run, but his hand merely produced a blaster and pulled the trigger. A simple act that would forever be remembered. Johnny was a killer. He could never go back.
History from then on is a matter of killing. Johnny killed and was nearly killed, the only difference was setting. Now 15 years later deep in drink and shallow in thought the fighter wonders if he's even fighting for anything, or if he's just struggling to breath for breathing's sake.
"One man's freedom fighter is another man's terrorist,"
What is history, but the propaganda of victors? I could tell you Johnny never wanted to fight in the war. I could tell you had he grown up anywhere other than Garos IV he would have been a doctor or a lawyer or a family man. That doesn't matter though. What matters, what has always mattered was who wins, who loses, and who dies and in the end we all die. That's history.
Born Johnathan Roderick Neon, a premature underweight baby, Johnny too soon learned what a struggle life could be. Each breath was agony, each moment stretched beyond the measure of his simple mind. Yet he breathed on and grew up healthy and strong. He was an All Republic boy as the announcers liked to say as he played this sport or another. Good grades, good athletics, handsome, Johnny had everything going for him.
Everything but geography.
A border world, Garos found itself on the fringe of perpetual chaos. Reports of imminent attacks, foiled plots, and constant unrest dulled the senses of a people. Johnny grew up learning duck and cover drills and was constantly listening for raid sirens. In the end when they sounded, the young man felt ducking and covering wasn't going to be much help.
Hellfire rained from the sky for what seemed like days, but in the end was only a raid of a few hours. Emerging from the rubble, Johnny found no sign of his family or friends. He was alone on a hostile world at the age of thirteen. Memories of the weak baby he once was rekindled and for a moment his breath stuttered. He caught himself, he was no longer a baby. Tightening his fist the young man started digging his hope of saving others never ceasing.
He killed his first man at 14. He was running canteens to border patrolmen when he heard a rustle in the woods. An enemy scout rushed from the trees holding a knife and screaming like a madman. Johnny's mind screamed to run, but his hand merely produced a blaster and pulled the trigger. A simple act that would forever be remembered. Johnny was a killer. He could never go back.
History from then on is a matter of killing. Johnny killed and was nearly killed, the only difference was setting. Now 15 years later deep in drink and shallow in thought the fighter wonders if he's even fighting for anything, or if he's just struggling to breath for breathing's sake.
[BEEBOX=90%]PERSONALITY[/BEEBOX]
“Better to die fighting for freedom then be a prisoner all the days of your life.”
Johnny Neon is a fighter. Ally or enemy, he will be the first one to get in your face if he thinks your wrong. Worse comes to worse he'll follow his friends to the gate's of hell, but more often than not it's his brash actions that lead them their in the first place. Diplomacy is as much a foreign word to him as tact. Like a gun, he is loud, has a singular purpose, and can go off unexpectedly to disastrous results.
An idealist to a fault Johnny believes in freedom pure and simple. A chance to live without fear, something he was never allowed. His hope for tomorrow grows with each passing day, despite setbacks, despite failures, he looks on and marches still. When others speak ill of freedom looking for controls and security, Johnny is never too busy to show them just what would happen to them in their proposed police state. He'd been kicked out of more than a few bars for repeatedly kicking patrons in the face, but that wasn't going to stop him from making his point.
A natural born leader, Johnny got the nickname 'Rod' for his way of electrifying his squad before a battle. While he wasn't well spoken, he never failed to make a point and stick to his guns. By his reputation and strength of character Johnny seeks to befriend all those he considers allies.
Despite his ideals Johnny doesn't look too far in the future for himself. He'd seen too many deaths not to think his own neck wasn't on the chopping block. Each day was a blessing. Each day was a challenge. Each day was another tomorrow. A tomorrow to hope for.
“Better to die fighting for freedom then be a prisoner all the days of your life.”
Johnny Neon is a fighter. Ally or enemy, he will be the first one to get in your face if he thinks your wrong. Worse comes to worse he'll follow his friends to the gate's of hell, but more often than not it's his brash actions that lead them their in the first place. Diplomacy is as much a foreign word to him as tact. Like a gun, he is loud, has a singular purpose, and can go off unexpectedly to disastrous results.
An idealist to a fault Johnny believes in freedom pure and simple. A chance to live without fear, something he was never allowed. His hope for tomorrow grows with each passing day, despite setbacks, despite failures, he looks on and marches still. When others speak ill of freedom looking for controls and security, Johnny is never too busy to show them just what would happen to them in their proposed police state. He'd been kicked out of more than a few bars for repeatedly kicking patrons in the face, but that wasn't going to stop him from making his point.
A natural born leader, Johnny got the nickname 'Rod' for his way of electrifying his squad before a battle. While he wasn't well spoken, he never failed to make a point and stick to his guns. By his reputation and strength of character Johnny seeks to befriend all those he considers allies.
Despite his ideals Johnny doesn't look too far in the future for himself. He'd seen too many deaths not to think his own neck wasn't on the chopping block. Each day was a blessing. Each day was a challenge. Each day was another tomorrow. A tomorrow to hope for.
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[BEEBOX=90%]INVENTORY[/BEEBOX]
>Combat Knife[ x ]
>Starhawk Speeder Bike [ x ]
>Modular Combat Vest MK IV[ x ]
>UA-8 Mobility Enhancement Jumpers[ x ]
Primary Weapon
>CQB-R19
Secondary Weapon
>Heavy Blaster Pistol
>C-03 Caltrop Grenades x3
>M83 HEPM
[BEEBOX=90%]ROLEPLAYS[/BEEBOX]
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