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NAME: Kevin Frost
FACTION: RMC
RANK: Sergeant
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 32
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 224
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Olive
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Heavily scarred
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTH: 9/10
DEXTERITY: 7/10
CONSTITUTION: 9/10
INTELLIGENCE: 6/10
WISDOM: 6/10
CHARISMA: 6/10
FORCE POWERS:
None
SKILLS:
Brawling, heavy weaponry
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
None
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Excels in the use of heavy weaponry. Does okay with pistols. Not so good at long-range. Isn't the most clean fella, preferring the field environment to garrison. Loud-mouth and rude. Blunt and direct.
GEAR:
Standard to an RMC Sergeant
SHIP: None
PETS: None
PERSONALITY:
Kevin can be very crude often times sense he's used to being around his guys, most of them being other men. He's an ass to the boots fresh out of camp, hazing and harassing them often. He respects his fellow enlisted and has a chip on his shoulder towards officers of other branches, but not so much Marine officers. They get triple points if they were prior enlisted. :D
BIOGRAPHY:
Kevin was born on Coruscant, in the undercity. As such, he learned from a young age how to defend himself and pick his fights. Quite often, the best defense was to run, but as he grew, so did his desire to stand firm. The fight in him grew and it wasn't long before he was recruited into a gang, the Dragonsnakes (Snakes for short). The Fist of the Snakes took a liking to Kevin, and brought him under his wing so to speak.
During this time, Kevin learned not only how to fight, but how to fight dirty. There was no such thing as a 'fair' fight. People didn't remember how a fight went down so much as they remember who won and who lost, and down in the undercity, there were times enough when who lose was the one who was also dead. Kevin learned -real- quick how to keep his feet under him and keep alive, running if he had to.
Better a live chicken than a dead hero. The day came when Kevin himself became the Fist, second only to the now leader, his former mentor. They ruled their section of the undercity together, through turf battles and gang wars. Anything and everything was worth fighting for when you had nearly nothing to begin with.
One day, he happened upon a Republic Marine in his dress blues. Figuring he'd have himself a little fun, Kevin went up to him to give him a hard time. Quite handily, he was handed his ass and that was even -after- pulling out his vibroblade on the feck. Extending a hand, the Marine helped him back up to his feet and recruited him there on the spot, after a few waivers of course.
KILLS: None
DUELING RING MATCHES: None
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES: None
ROLE-PLAYS: None
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