Post by Obsidian on May 23, 2009 21:11:04 GMT -5
Full Name: Sarah Vale
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 5’7-8
Weight: 120-125 lbs.
Gender: Female
Bithplace: Achillea
Occupation: Merc-for-Hire, ex-Republic Soldier
Special Skills:
Awareness = 4
Awareness governs the ability of a character to spot objects or enemies hidden by Stealth. If a successful check of this skill is made against the Stealth skill of an enemy or the DC of a mine, the enemy or object is noticed and becomes visible. Awareness is always active, but results are best while a character is moving slowly. Running imparts a -5 penalty to any checks of the skill. Awareness also affects what types of scopes and lenses you can create.
Treaty Injury - 3
Treat Injury improves the amount of damage healed when a medpac is used, adding the modified rank to the number of vitality points healed. Advanced medpacs and life support packs apply multipliers to the user's skill, increasing the amount healed again. This skill also affects one's ability to create an assortment of items and determines how many chemicals are obtained when breaking down items at the Lab station.
Demolitions = 3
Demolitions can be used to set, recover or disarm mines. Such devices are either of low (DC15 to set), medium (DC20 to set), or high difficulty (DC25 to set). Attempting to disarm the mine adds +5 to the DC. Attempting to recover the mine adds +10 to the DC. This skill cannot be used untrained. Demolitions aids in the creation of items that are explosive in nature, such as mines and grenades.
Repair = 4
Repair allows a character to fix disabled mechanical devices like droids using disposable packages of parts. The number of part kits required increases with thedifficulty of the repair. This skill reduces the number of parts required by 1(to a minimum of 1) for every 4 points total, including attribute score modifiers. This skill also modifies the amount of vitality points recovered when party member droids use repair kits, advanced repair kits, and construction kits on themselves to repair combat damage. Repair also determines how many components are obtained when breaking down items at a workbench and is a key skill when creating many type of items.
Alignment: -4
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 6
Appearance:
Wearing a green and tan colored battle-suit that is made solely for the purposes of defense against physical damage from melee weapons as well as dexterity, this brunette woman can be seen as a savage upon the battlefield. When in battle, Sarah Vale appears a woman built for the destructiveness of war. Her face is always filled with anger and rage. However, when she is not on the battlefield, she expresses a look of calm coolness. Her skin is relatively tan due to the fact that she is commonly in sunlight most of her time. She has more muscles than the average woman due to her extensive soldier training. Her eyes match her hair, her hair being pulled back in a ponytail a majority of the time. Sarah doesn’t worry over pathetic things such as beauty. Her appearance belongs to the battlefield.
Personality:
Sarah Vale has always been one who could suppress true feelings. When people see her, she is silent. Her expression is blank, a calmness of her surroundings. She is an intelligent woman due to her experience in the Republic Academy, and now in the military itself. When Sarah was a little girl, she dreamed of being a painter because she loved to draw. Because her drawings were taken away from her, she became quiet…dark. Ever good thing a little girl could have, she couldn’t. Sarah was a military child right from the beginning. The Republic is all she knows. Sarah cannot get along well with people, which is why she tries to distance herself from direct contact with people. If they talk to her, she may mutter a few words in response, but it is mostly awkward silence. She shows no humor, no happiness. Just a blank expression, however one filled with determination. No one can really tell what Sarah Vale is really thinking. However, the Republic did record that when she was in battle, her true nature shined…as nothing but a brutal savage bent on the bloodshed of others. She would kill people in the most gruesome ways imaginary. However, once the battle was over, her calm collectiveness would return.
History:
Born on the planet Achillea, Sarah Vale was accustomed a the moist, forest-filled climate. She was an only child born to a couple of the Republic. Ever since she was an infant, the Republic propaganda was constantly fed into her constant-growing mind through her parents who were both well-known Privates for their determination and ‘honorable’ charisma. Because of this, Sarah became what they call an ‘Army Child’, whose only destiny was to become that of a soldier. There was no time for dreaming about being a little princess, no time to color pictures of Twi`leks and Bith, no time to be what any girl her age should’ve been…a kid. On Achillea, there was a small Republic base that served as an Academy to train young people in to becoming soldiers. People of any age were allowed to be put through, Sarah being one of them at age five. Though most people in Kindergarten would play tic-tac-toe and hop-scotch, Sarah had to go through long-enduring hours of Republic history. Even though she wasn’t expected to write an essay over what the proctor talked about, she was expected to listen, or be forced in to corporal punishment standards.
As Sarah became a teenager, she was finally taught how to handle a blaster. She was put through the many different styles of combat all Republic soldiers were required to learn. The young girl learned how to hold a vibro-blade, and boy was she good at it. If it wasn’t at the Academy, Sarah would be at home frivolously training with her parents. Her mother made her go through even longer speeches about Republic history while her father went over all the essentials of combat, even though the proctors, which were the least forms of a Republic soldier, seemed to be more adequate than the older man. Sarah would cry over frustration, and if she was caught for it, she was beat severely by her father. “There’s no time for crybabies!” He would shout at her. On rare occassions, the man would even take a kitchen knife to her wrists. “If you learn how to endure the pain now, you will never have to feel it during the real thing.” He told her, indicating how this kind of thing would happen all the time in war. Sarah almost died once from losing too much blood due to her father cutting ‘down the street’ instead of ‘across the road’.
As Sarah Vale continued to grow up, she would officially graduate from the Academy with gold stars. Her parents of course took all the glory and recognition while Sarah remained seated silently with an expression of fake happiness, knowing that if her father had seen her disappointment being displayed in public, he would kill her. A glorious day indeed…
For two years Sarah Vale had been enlisted in the Republic army. She fought in few battles due to her low rank, however she continued to get recognition from her higher authorities. When Sarah finally became a Private, she was sent home to spend the enjoyable evening with her family, the ones who loved her so very much and were to be congratulated for what Sarah was today. After Sarah’s higher-ups left the house once dinner was finished, Sarah’s mother went to do the dishes while Sarah and her father remained in the dining room silently. He asked her how she felt to be a Private. She responded, “It feels amazing.” Still in her pretend voice. Though she did realize that the Republic was all she really was, she still had to mask the disappointment in her voice to be something more. Her father then stated her had something he wanted to bestow upon her. Something that had been in their family for generations. He led her to his bedroom where he began digging into drawers. Pulling out a gold medal, he flashed it in front of Sarah’s eyes. “This is what my father’s father gave to him when he was but a small boy. Our line of heroic passion cannot be faltered. You are the first daughter of the bloodline. The Vale name ends with you. Which means you cannot let us down.” Sarah responded with a simple nod. Her father came over and embraced her, whispering in her ear how proud he was of her. However…
That was when a numbing feeling passed throughout her entire body. Sarah’s eyes widened as she looked down in to her father’s right hand which had been concealing a stun baton. Feeling her body go limp, she fell in to her father’s arms as he carried her over to his bed. From there, he grinned deviously, undressing her to reveal her firm and athletically-toned body from all her soldier training. The older man licked his lips devilishly before he began taking off his own clothes. Sarah felt like puking. Her father, the man that ’raised’ her to become what she was, was about to abandon all that so called honor in order to sexually disfigure his own daughter. His only child. The last of the Vale bloodline.
Sarah wouldn’t let this happen. Her mouth was covered by her hand, but that wouldn’t stop her will. She maneuvered her neck in order to get her mouth in a different position until her teeth could bite down violently upon her father’s thumb. The man hollered in surprise. Feeling the adrenaline rushing in to her body and reawakening her from her momentary paralysis, she kicked out with her right leg, kicking her father off the bed. Rolling off herself, she tried sprinting to the door only to notice that it was locked from the other side. Her mother’s work..? She was in on it too? What kind of sick people were her parents? That was when she felt her father’s hand grasp her shoulders and yank her backwards, placing her in a sleeper. However, his body was old and he wasn’t use to the militaristic-training Sarah had been going through. She twisted his arm around his back and shoved him against the door, threatening him to not move. Sarah’s father smiled, enacting a reversal where Sarah was now pressed against the drawers, her face being shoved ruthlessly against the mirror, being held by her hair. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked in to her reflection. “You insolent child! After all I’ve done for you, you turn against your own father? Look at yourself you ugly wretch! You’re nothing! Nothing but a low-life table-dancing, garbage-ridden who-..gah!”
Her father screamed in agony. The man had failed to notice that this entire time Sarah was grabbing for a letter-opener from within one of the drawers. She stabbed the piece of sharp metal directly in to her father’s left knee, blood gushing from the wound almost immediately. Sarah was released from his grip as she turned around and performed a right hook, causing him to fly backward on to his bed. Removing the letter-opener from her father’s knee, she pressed it against his wrists, performing slow, easy cuts to his delicate wrinkled-skin. He pleaded with his daughter to stop, but it was useless for him now. He would die of the blood-loss as it surrounded the bed in a puddle of red, thick liquid. She grinned, whispering in to his ear as he died, “If you learn how to endure the pain now, you will never have to feel it during the real thing.”
The next morning, the local Republic authorities came to investigate what had happened at the Vale household. Neighbors reported screaming and blaster shots. The local news-lady spoke out loud on the hologram, “Republic Private Sarah Vale savagely murders both of her parents. She has abandoned the scene and is on the loose. The Republic Academy is extremely appalled by this tragic event stating that the Vales were a very compassionate family who loved each other dearly. This event was a complete shock to them. Republic authorities are eager to find and capture Sarah Vale in the hopes of ridding the name of the Republic of such a horrific traitor to the good of mankind.”
Sarah Vale’s location is unknown to the Republic at this time. The people of Achillea believe her to be hopelessly wandering the planets in regret…when in reality, Sarah regrets nothing. The Republic was all she knew, and in one fateful night, it was all taken away from her..
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 5’7-8
Weight: 120-125 lbs.
Gender: Female
Bithplace: Achillea
Occupation: Merc-for-Hire, ex-Republic Soldier
Special Skills:
Awareness = 4
Awareness governs the ability of a character to spot objects or enemies hidden by Stealth. If a successful check of this skill is made against the Stealth skill of an enemy or the DC of a mine, the enemy or object is noticed and becomes visible. Awareness is always active, but results are best while a character is moving slowly. Running imparts a -5 penalty to any checks of the skill. Awareness also affects what types of scopes and lenses you can create.
Treaty Injury - 3
Treat Injury improves the amount of damage healed when a medpac is used, adding the modified rank to the number of vitality points healed. Advanced medpacs and life support packs apply multipliers to the user's skill, increasing the amount healed again. This skill also affects one's ability to create an assortment of items and determines how many chemicals are obtained when breaking down items at the Lab station.
Demolitions = 3
Demolitions can be used to set, recover or disarm mines. Such devices are either of low (DC15 to set), medium (DC20 to set), or high difficulty (DC25 to set). Attempting to disarm the mine adds +5 to the DC. Attempting to recover the mine adds +10 to the DC. This skill cannot be used untrained. Demolitions aids in the creation of items that are explosive in nature, such as mines and grenades.
Repair = 4
Repair allows a character to fix disabled mechanical devices like droids using disposable packages of parts. The number of part kits required increases with thedifficulty of the repair. This skill reduces the number of parts required by 1(to a minimum of 1) for every 4 points total, including attribute score modifiers. This skill also modifies the amount of vitality points recovered when party member droids use repair kits, advanced repair kits, and construction kits on themselves to repair combat damage. Repair also determines how many components are obtained when breaking down items at a workbench and is a key skill when creating many type of items.
Alignment: -4
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 6
Appearance:
Wearing a green and tan colored battle-suit that is made solely for the purposes of defense against physical damage from melee weapons as well as dexterity, this brunette woman can be seen as a savage upon the battlefield. When in battle, Sarah Vale appears a woman built for the destructiveness of war. Her face is always filled with anger and rage. However, when she is not on the battlefield, she expresses a look of calm coolness. Her skin is relatively tan due to the fact that she is commonly in sunlight most of her time. She has more muscles than the average woman due to her extensive soldier training. Her eyes match her hair, her hair being pulled back in a ponytail a majority of the time. Sarah doesn’t worry over pathetic things such as beauty. Her appearance belongs to the battlefield.
Personality:
Sarah Vale has always been one who could suppress true feelings. When people see her, she is silent. Her expression is blank, a calmness of her surroundings. She is an intelligent woman due to her experience in the Republic Academy, and now in the military itself. When Sarah was a little girl, she dreamed of being a painter because she loved to draw. Because her drawings were taken away from her, she became quiet…dark. Ever good thing a little girl could have, she couldn’t. Sarah was a military child right from the beginning. The Republic is all she knows. Sarah cannot get along well with people, which is why she tries to distance herself from direct contact with people. If they talk to her, she may mutter a few words in response, but it is mostly awkward silence. She shows no humor, no happiness. Just a blank expression, however one filled with determination. No one can really tell what Sarah Vale is really thinking. However, the Republic did record that when she was in battle, her true nature shined…as nothing but a brutal savage bent on the bloodshed of others. She would kill people in the most gruesome ways imaginary. However, once the battle was over, her calm collectiveness would return.
History:
Born on the planet Achillea, Sarah Vale was accustomed a the moist, forest-filled climate. She was an only child born to a couple of the Republic. Ever since she was an infant, the Republic propaganda was constantly fed into her constant-growing mind through her parents who were both well-known Privates for their determination and ‘honorable’ charisma. Because of this, Sarah became what they call an ‘Army Child’, whose only destiny was to become that of a soldier. There was no time for dreaming about being a little princess, no time to color pictures of Twi`leks and Bith, no time to be what any girl her age should’ve been…a kid. On Achillea, there was a small Republic base that served as an Academy to train young people in to becoming soldiers. People of any age were allowed to be put through, Sarah being one of them at age five. Though most people in Kindergarten would play tic-tac-toe and hop-scotch, Sarah had to go through long-enduring hours of Republic history. Even though she wasn’t expected to write an essay over what the proctor talked about, she was expected to listen, or be forced in to corporal punishment standards.
As Sarah became a teenager, she was finally taught how to handle a blaster. She was put through the many different styles of combat all Republic soldiers were required to learn. The young girl learned how to hold a vibro-blade, and boy was she good at it. If it wasn’t at the Academy, Sarah would be at home frivolously training with her parents. Her mother made her go through even longer speeches about Republic history while her father went over all the essentials of combat, even though the proctors, which were the least forms of a Republic soldier, seemed to be more adequate than the older man. Sarah would cry over frustration, and if she was caught for it, she was beat severely by her father. “There’s no time for crybabies!” He would shout at her. On rare occassions, the man would even take a kitchen knife to her wrists. “If you learn how to endure the pain now, you will never have to feel it during the real thing.” He told her, indicating how this kind of thing would happen all the time in war. Sarah almost died once from losing too much blood due to her father cutting ‘down the street’ instead of ‘across the road’.
As Sarah Vale continued to grow up, she would officially graduate from the Academy with gold stars. Her parents of course took all the glory and recognition while Sarah remained seated silently with an expression of fake happiness, knowing that if her father had seen her disappointment being displayed in public, he would kill her. A glorious day indeed…
For two years Sarah Vale had been enlisted in the Republic army. She fought in few battles due to her low rank, however she continued to get recognition from her higher authorities. When Sarah finally became a Private, she was sent home to spend the enjoyable evening with her family, the ones who loved her so very much and were to be congratulated for what Sarah was today. After Sarah’s higher-ups left the house once dinner was finished, Sarah’s mother went to do the dishes while Sarah and her father remained in the dining room silently. He asked her how she felt to be a Private. She responded, “It feels amazing.” Still in her pretend voice. Though she did realize that the Republic was all she really was, she still had to mask the disappointment in her voice to be something more. Her father then stated her had something he wanted to bestow upon her. Something that had been in their family for generations. He led her to his bedroom where he began digging into drawers. Pulling out a gold medal, he flashed it in front of Sarah’s eyes. “This is what my father’s father gave to him when he was but a small boy. Our line of heroic passion cannot be faltered. You are the first daughter of the bloodline. The Vale name ends with you. Which means you cannot let us down.” Sarah responded with a simple nod. Her father came over and embraced her, whispering in her ear how proud he was of her. However…
That was when a numbing feeling passed throughout her entire body. Sarah’s eyes widened as she looked down in to her father’s right hand which had been concealing a stun baton. Feeling her body go limp, she fell in to her father’s arms as he carried her over to his bed. From there, he grinned deviously, undressing her to reveal her firm and athletically-toned body from all her soldier training. The older man licked his lips devilishly before he began taking off his own clothes. Sarah felt like puking. Her father, the man that ’raised’ her to become what she was, was about to abandon all that so called honor in order to sexually disfigure his own daughter. His only child. The last of the Vale bloodline.
Sarah wouldn’t let this happen. Her mouth was covered by her hand, but that wouldn’t stop her will. She maneuvered her neck in order to get her mouth in a different position until her teeth could bite down violently upon her father’s thumb. The man hollered in surprise. Feeling the adrenaline rushing in to her body and reawakening her from her momentary paralysis, she kicked out with her right leg, kicking her father off the bed. Rolling off herself, she tried sprinting to the door only to notice that it was locked from the other side. Her mother’s work..? She was in on it too? What kind of sick people were her parents? That was when she felt her father’s hand grasp her shoulders and yank her backwards, placing her in a sleeper. However, his body was old and he wasn’t use to the militaristic-training Sarah had been going through. She twisted his arm around his back and shoved him against the door, threatening him to not move. Sarah’s father smiled, enacting a reversal where Sarah was now pressed against the drawers, her face being shoved ruthlessly against the mirror, being held by her hair. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked in to her reflection. “You insolent child! After all I’ve done for you, you turn against your own father? Look at yourself you ugly wretch! You’re nothing! Nothing but a low-life table-dancing, garbage-ridden who-..gah!”
Her father screamed in agony. The man had failed to notice that this entire time Sarah was grabbing for a letter-opener from within one of the drawers. She stabbed the piece of sharp metal directly in to her father’s left knee, blood gushing from the wound almost immediately. Sarah was released from his grip as she turned around and performed a right hook, causing him to fly backward on to his bed. Removing the letter-opener from her father’s knee, she pressed it against his wrists, performing slow, easy cuts to his delicate wrinkled-skin. He pleaded with his daughter to stop, but it was useless for him now. He would die of the blood-loss as it surrounded the bed in a puddle of red, thick liquid. She grinned, whispering in to his ear as he died, “If you learn how to endure the pain now, you will never have to feel it during the real thing.”
The next morning, the local Republic authorities came to investigate what had happened at the Vale household. Neighbors reported screaming and blaster shots. The local news-lady spoke out loud on the hologram, “Republic Private Sarah Vale savagely murders both of her parents. She has abandoned the scene and is on the loose. The Republic Academy is extremely appalled by this tragic event stating that the Vales were a very compassionate family who loved each other dearly. This event was a complete shock to them. Republic authorities are eager to find and capture Sarah Vale in the hopes of ridding the name of the Republic of such a horrific traitor to the good of mankind.”
Sarah Vale’s location is unknown to the Republic at this time. The people of Achillea believe her to be hopelessly wandering the planets in regret…when in reality, Sarah regrets nothing. The Republic was all she knew, and in one fateful night, it was all taken away from her..
