Star Wars: The Empire's Finest (OOC/Signups/Reboot)

[Aeritai]

"What most don't understand is that without the Empire, we would all be suffering under a weak Republic. It is thanks to Emperor Palpatine that the Galaxy has finally achieved peace where many do not have to worry about war. Now that peace is under attack by the Rebel Alliance and as a soldier for the Empire, I must protect that peace at all cost."-Unknown Imperial Stormtrooper.

Welcome to Star Wars: The Empire's Finest! In this RP you will be in the shoes of the young men and women who joined the Empire to either fight for a purpose or just for the credits. In this RP you can choose to either be a regular Stormtrooper, TIE Fighter Pilot, or an Admiral. The RP will be set one year after the destruction of the first Death Star, this RP is only going to focus on the Empire's point of view during the Civil War. This is not going to be an RTS style of RP instead, it's only going to be a character-driven style of RP focusing on the emotions of each Imperial soldier.

Since this is character-driven there isn't a true main plot for the roleplay unless you count the Civil War being the overall plot of the RP. You are allowed to do sub-plots for your characters and have it end up as the main plotline for everybody's character to join in on. Now whatever you decided to do is up to you, just make sure it won't be rule-breaking! Speaking of rules, I suggest you read them before you make your APP!

Rules
1. Do not be overpowered!

2. No one-liners! I expect two paragraphs or more when you post in the IC.

3. Do not meta-game.

4. Be Realistic when it comes to combat with enemy NPCs, which means don't have your character wipe out 1,000 rebels with one armed tied behind their back.

5. Please use Civil War era appropriate technology!

6. Please respect each other in the OOC.

7. Do not post OOC comments in the IC.

8. Give player-controlled characters time to react.

9. Use decent grammar and good spelling.

10. You can only be an Imperial in this RP.

11. No Force users!

12. Do not change anything about the main canon of Star Wars! And by that, I mean don't have your character kill Luke Skywalker on Hoth or anything else! (We are using Disney Canon)

13. You can make your own Star System and planet, so it can you do sub-plots for your characters.

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APP
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Gender:
Occupation: (Stormtrooper, pilot, admiral, etc)
Rank:
Weapons:
Bio: (One Paragraph or more)
RP Example:

IC

[Aeritai]

Name: Alesav Karnu (Callsign: Alpha-1)

Age: 30

Appearance:

Gender: Female

Occupation: TIE Fighter Pilot

Rank: Commander

Weapons: DH-17 Blaster Pistol

Bio: Born on a Mid-Rim Planet, Alesav was born to a high-class family. With her mother being a senator while her father was an Admiral for the Republic during the height of the Clone Wars. While she never did get to see her father much, Alesav had always admired him for his bravery in his fight against the Separatist. Alesav had always wanted to explore the stars like her father did and hoped that one day she could be a leader like her father was. When the Clone Wars ended and the 'Jedi Rebellion' was snuffed out by the Clone Troopers, Alesav's father return home as a war hero for helping end the Clone Wars and pledging his support to the Empire. While her father stayed on the planet, Alesav would hear stories about his time in the Republic fleet and all he did to help restore order to the galaxy. Which would inspire Alesav to someday join the Imperial Navy to help keep the peace in the galaxy.

As the years went by, the Empire had started to phase out the Clones and instead recruit humans into the Imperial Military. Alesav who was of age to join the Imperial Military, went to Skystrike Academy where she would learn how to fly a TIE Fighter. While she struggled during her first year at the academy she soon learned from her mistakes and slowly started to rise in her class. Her Instructors would take notice of Alesav's progress and knew she would be a fantastic addition to the Imperial Navy. After training at the academy, Alesav would graduate at the top of her class and would soon be assigned to her first fleet and first squadron.

During her service as a TIE Fighter pilot, Alesav would rise through the ranks while switching between different fleets. Alesav would then become a leader of her own TIE Squadron known as 'Alpha Squadron.' After the Rebellion blew up the Death Star, Alesav had received news that her father had died while stationed at the battle station. After hearing about her father, Alesav would be filled with grief and rage towards the Rebellion who took her father away from her. Now Alesav was determined to take out the Rebellion in hopes she can avenge the death of her father and try to live up to his legacy.

RP Example:

Example 1

Example 2


((Feel to use my APP as an example! This is what I should expect what a app looks like! Do note you don't have to use a picture for your character's appearance!))

[Mordka]

APP
Name: TK-7572
Age: 25
Appearance: like every other faceless Stormtrooper
Gender: Male
Occupation: Stormtrooper
Rank: Trooper
Weapons: E-11 blaster rifle
Bio: It is unknown of his history, name or even his home world but TK-7572 is a loyal Imperial Stormtrooper in the service of the Empire. No matter what he does is in the service of the Empire and any enemy of it will meet the same fate of death.
RP Example:

[Aeritai]

APP
Name: TK-7572
Age: 25
Appearance: like every other faceless Stormtrooper
Gender: Male
Occupation: Stormtrooper
Rank: Trooper
Weapons: E-11 blaster rifle
Bio: It is unknown of his history, name or even his home world but TK-7572 is a loyal Imperial Stormtrooper in the service of the Empire. No matter what he does is in the service of the Empire and any enemy of it will meet the same fate of death.
RP Example:

DENIED

Please put more effort into your character app. At least try to expand the backstory a bit more and please give a description of your character's appearance. It will also help if you gave your character a real name as well. You also didn't give me any RP examples.

Until you redo this app, I will not accept your character.

[Mordka]

APP
Name: TK-7572
Age: 25
Appearance: like every other faceless Stormtrooper
Gender: Male
Occupation: Stormtrooper
Rank: Trooper
Weapons: E-11 blaster rifle
Bio: It is unknown of his history, name or even his home world but TK-7572 is a loyal Imperial Stormtrooper in the service of the Empire. No matter what he does is in the service of the Empire and any enemy of it will meet the same fate of death.
RP Example:

DENIED

Please put more effort into your character app. At least try to expand the backstory a bit more and please give a description of your character's appearance. It will also help if you gave your character a real name as well. You also didn't give me any RP examples.

Until you redo this app, I will not accept your character.

Well Stormtroopers are surpost to be nameless, brainwashed troops.

[Aeritai]

DENIED

Please put more effort into your character app. At least try to expand the backstory a bit more and please give a description of your character's appearance. It will also help if you gave your character a real name as well. You also didn't give me any RP examples.

Until you redo this app, I will not accept your character.

Well Stormtroopers are surpost to be nameless, brainwashed troops.

That may be true for the movies and TV shows, but this is a character driven RP where we have to explore the emotions and thoughts of our Imperial characters as they fight in the Galactic Civil War.

[Aeritai]

Just going to give this a tiny bump and if no one joins tonight, I'll most likely post the IC anyway and continue the RP.

[Aeritai]

Going to give this one more bump.

[Istoreya]

This seems interesting! But I don't have any RP examples that are of decent length I could link to on NS - could I write one in place of providing some links?

[Aeritai]

This seems interesting! But I don't have any RP examples that are of decent length I could link to on NS - could I write one in place of providing some links?

Of course!

[Rhinocera]

This looks very interesting, I’ll have an app up today or tomorrow.

[Aeritai]

This looks very interesting, I’ll have an app up today or tomorrow.

Sounds good to me, I look forward to reviewing your APP!

[Istoreya]

APP
Name: Arpir

Age: 27

Appearance: Arpir would almost pass as human, if not for her skin which is a permanent shade of sickly green in certain lighting. Her hair is also a dark green, kept barely long enough to tie back into a ponytail. Her eyes are brown.

Gender: Female

Occupation: Stormtrooper

Rank: Trooper

Weapons: E-11 Blaster Rifle

Bio: Arpir, although lucky enough to pass as human most of the time, is, in fact, a Mirialan-human hybrid, born to a Mirialan merchant mother and an unknown father. Although her mother would never tell her exactly who her father was, she was aware that he was a member of the Empire of at least some significance. During her time as a child, she was raised in a low-class area, her neighbours mostly other non-human species. Here, she was witness to many injustices against non-humans, but found that she herself was able to escape many of them for appearing human. Growing up in that environment did no good for Arpir's internalised ideas, and by the time she was 16 years old, believing herself favoured by the human genes of her father (and abandoning her mother's surname for the same reason), she left home to join the Imperial Academy, and later the Imperial Army.

By this time, the Stormtrooper Corps has opened its doors to human recruits as well as clones, but not to aliens, meaning getting accepted was not the easiest path. However, she proved herself to truly believe in the Empire, in human superiority and in Emperor Palpatine's rule of the galaxy - although she was not Force-sensitive, she, like all Mirialans, strongly believed in the power and purpose of the Force, and with the Jedi seemingly gone, it stood to reason for her that control of the galaxy should fall to the Sith. Her combat abilities helped her case, and, although it took time, she was eventually accepted as a Stormtrooper, reaching the position of two-man in a line squadron specialised in wet-weather gear and combat, but also capable of more general combat as well.

RP Example:

Arpir slid herself onto the bench, setting a tray of food in front of her. She pulled off her helmet and sat it beside her, pulling her hair free from its ponytail, and giving the sides of her head a good scratch. It was nice to be breathing air normally again, to let her hair down again. It was easier for her to be listened to, to be respected with the helmet on when no-one could see what she really was, so she'd keep it on as much as possible. Still, she couldn't exactly eat with it on. She didn't look up from her food when someone sat down across from her. She only gave a grunt in response to whatever it was they said, far too interested in her plate than in whatever it was they had to say. She was hungry. Food for soldiers was never anything amazing, quite often the kind that got made from a powder. But she got to eat every day, and would never have to worry about her supper being stolen by local guards, so it might as well have been a five-course meal for how grateful she was for it. The Empire provides, she'd tell herself. And they provided for her, someone whose blood was tainted by that of her alien mother's. Although not everyone looked at her in the same way, in her eyes, it made her better than the rest of the troopers, the clones and the full-blooded humans. She put blood, sweat and tears into reaching her position - third in command, a good place to be when others looked at her as lower than the eight-man.

[Aeritai]

APP
Name: Arpir

Age: 27

Appearance: Arpir would almost pass as human, if not for her skin which is a permanent shade of sickly green in certain lighting. Her hair is also a dark green, kept barely long enough to tie back into a ponytail. Her eyes are brown.

Gender: Female

Occupation: Stormtrooper

Rank: Trooper

Weapons: E-11 Blaster Rifle

Bio: Arpir, although lucky enough to pass as human most of the time, is, in fact, a Mirialan-human hybrid, born to a Mirialan merchant mother and an unknown father. Although her mother would never tell her exactly who her father was, she was aware that he was a member of the Empire of at least some significance. During her time as a child, she was raised in a low-class area, her neighbours mostly other non-human species. Here, she was witness to many injustices against non-humans, but found that she herself was able to escape many of them for appearing human. Growing up in that environment did no good for Arpir's internalised ideas, and by the time she was 16 years old, believing herself favoured by the human genes of her father (and abandoning her mother's surname for the same reason), she left home to join the Imperial Academy, and later the Imperial Army.

By this time, the Stormtrooper Corps has opened its doors to human recruits as well as clones, but not to aliens, meaning getting accepted was not the easiest path. However, she proved herself to truly believe in the Empire, in human superiority and in Emperor Palpatine's rule of the galaxy - although she was not Force-sensitive, she, like all Mirialans, strongly believed in the power and purpose of the Force, and with the Jedi seemingly gone, it stood to reason for her that control of the galaxy should fall to the Sith. Her combat abilities helped her case, and, although it took time, she was eventually accepted as a Stormtrooper, reaching the position of two-man in a line squadron specialised in wet-weather gear and combat, but also capable of more general combat as well.

RP Example:

Arpir slid herself onto the bench, setting a tray of food in front of her. She pulled off her helmet and sat it beside her, pulling her hair free from its ponytail, and giving the sides of her head a good scratch. It was nice to be breathing air normally again, to let her hair down again. It was easier for her to be listened to, to be respected with the helmet on when no-one could see what she really was, so she'd keep it on as much as possible. Still, she couldn't exactly eat with it on. She didn't look up from her food when someone sat down across from her. She only gave a grunt in response to whatever it was they said, far too interested in her plate than in whatever it was they had to say. She was hungry. Food for soldiers was never anything amazing, quite often the kind that got made from a powder. But she got to eat every day, and would never have to worry about her supper being stolen by local guards, so it might as well have been a five-course meal for how grateful she was for it. The Empire provides, she'd tell herself. And they provided for her, someone whose blood was tainted by that of her alien mother's. Although not everyone looked at her in the same way, in her eyes, it made her better than the rest of the troopers, the clones and the full-blooded humans. She put blood, sweat and tears into reaching her position - third in command, a good place to be when others looked at her as lower than the eight-man.

ACCEPTED

[The Imperial Republic]

APP
Name: Sosa Tumara, Operating Number TK-6687
Age: 19
Appearance:

Above is a portrait of Sosa prior to joining the Imperial Army in 2BBY. Currently, his hair has been shaven to near bald, exposing the horns of his Zabrak heritage.

Gender: Male
Occupation: Stormtrooper
Rank: Corporal
Weapons:
BlasTech E-11 Blaster Rifle
Bio:
Born to a Zabrak father and an Arkanian purebred mother shortly after the end of the Clone Wars, Sosa has known nothing but a turbulent life. He was never told much of his father, whom Sosa's mother always referred to him as an "honorable man", but she would tell him that the two parted ways just before he was born. When he was a small boy, he remembered standing out on one of the main streets of Kijimi City with his mother, watching as an Imperial convoy of Stormtroopers came through. He was enamored with their sparkling white armor and their structured and organized march. When he could resist it no longer, he jumped out from his mother's grasp and cheered in front of the soldiers, his mother screaming for him to return. As the troopers made room for the boy as they walked past him, some scratching his head or patting his back, a single soldier stopped in front of him. The Stormtrooper wore a black pauldron and carried a much larger weapon than the others. He picked up the boy and returned him to his mother. Before he left, he reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a silver medallion of the Imperial Crest. "Here, kid. That's for you." He'll never forget those words and he knew from then on, that he would become a Stormtrooper.

He'd spent most of his life on the frozen world of Kijimi, dividing much of his time either working in the speeder shops of Kijimi City or helping his mother tend to their lands just beyond in the wastes, always carried that worn pendant. He wanted to join the Empire, wanted to serve. His mother forbade it at every turn. He remembered her saying "there's some things about the Empire that if you knew, you'd change your mind." He didn't listen, he didn't care. In Sosa's mind, the Empire stood for order, for justice, and for peace. He'd heard about terrorists bombing buildings and assassinating troopers, calling themselves the "Rebel Alliance". He hated them and all they stood for.

Two years before the Battle of Yavin, Sosa made the decision to join the Imperial Army. He approached the recruiters at the small, hole-in-the-wall Imperial Station and within three weeks, he was shipping out to the Raithal Academy, never parting ways with that old medallion.

With having little idea on what he was getting into, the basic training courses were brutal for him. Running on little sleep, little food and water and marching five miles every day was so much for him, he thought about quitting more times than he could count. Fake an injury or reveal a false medical disability and he'd have his freedom, dismissed from the Academy and free to return home. He was already a Zabrak/Arkanian mutt, he was made fun and beaten up for it on many occasions away from the eyes of the Drill Instructors. It would have taken nothing for the Army to drop him. But he just couldn't. Something inside him was driving him and he would eventually make it the twelve grueling months and see his Graduation Ceremony, assigned to the Army Infantry. The Ceremony was glorious to him, parading around in his newly minted Imperial Enlisted garments and having his name called. But his mother didn't attend. He couldn't blame her for it, he knew that she disliked the Empire, but it broke his heart that she couldn't look past that just to support her son, her only son. Soon after, he was assigned to 337th Infantry Division and shipped out to Makbar in the Outer Rim. It was there that he would get his first taste of combat in the swamps of the lower continents of the planet. His Division was instructed to put down an uprising of the various species that lived there. It was there, in the mud, water and blood, that he earned his stripes. By the end of the three month long campaign, Private Tumara had accumulated fourteen kills across five missions, saved the lives of his squad and was promoted to Corporal.

Because of his courageous actions, Sosa was offered a position in the Stormtrooper Corps, which he gladly accepted. Despite not being human, he was given a chance to succeed in the Imperial Stormtrooper Corps. Up until the Battle of Yavin, Corporal Tumara was serving a nice and comfortable position aboard the Imperial II-Class Star Destroyer Justice's Vigil, leading his own patrol squad. After the destruction of the Death Star, the Imperial Military began focusing on occupations and control, instead of simply maintaining the current status quo. Corporal Sosa was pulled off the Justice's Vigil and placed on patrol duties on the Gotal colony world of Atzerri.

RP Example:
OP and Participation in Star Wars: Retaliation: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=482370

[Aeritai]

APP
Name: Sosa Tumara, Operating Number TK-6687
Age: 19
Appearance:

(Image)
Above is a portrait of Sosa prior to joining the Imperial Army in 2BBY. Currently, his hair has been shaven to near bald, exposing the horns of his Zabrak heritage.

Gender: Male
Occupation: Stormtrooper
Rank: Corporal
Weapons:
BlasTech E-11 Blaster Rifle
Bio:
Born to a Zabrak father and an Arkanian purebred mother shortly after the end of the Clone Wars, Sosa has known nothing but a turbulent life. He was never told much of his father, whom Sosa's mother always referred to him as an "honorable man", but she would tell him that the two parted ways just before he was born. When he was a small boy, he remembered standing out on one of the main streets of Kijimi City with his mother, watching as an Imperial convoy of Stormtroopers came through. He was enamored with their sparkling white armor and their structured and organized march. When he could resist it no longer, he jumped out from his mother's grasp and cheered in front of the soldiers, his mother screaming for him to return. As the troopers made room for the boy as they walked past him, some scratching his head or patting his back, a single soldier stopped in front of him. The Stormtrooper wore a black pauldron and carried a much larger weapon than the others. He picked up the boy and returned him to his mother. Before he left, he reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a silver medallion of the Imperial Crest. "Here, kid. That's for you." He'll never forget those words and he knew from then on, that he would become a Stormtrooper.

He'd spent most of his life on the frozen world of Kijimi, dividing much of his time either working in the speeder shops of Kijimi City or helping his mother tend to their lands just beyond in the wastes, always carried that worn pendant. He wanted to join the Empire, wanted to serve. His mother forbade it at every turn. He remembered her saying "there's some things about the Empire that if you knew, you'd change your mind." He didn't listen, he didn't care. In Sosa's mind, the Empire stood for order, for justice, and for peace. He'd heard about terrorists bombing buildings and assassinating troopers, calling themselves the "Rebel Alliance". He hated them and all they stood for.

Two years before the Battle of Yavin, Sosa made the decision to join the Imperial Army. He approached the recruiters at the small, hole-in-the-wall Imperial Station and within three weeks, he was shipping out to the Raithal Academy, never parting ways with that old medallion.

With having little idea on what he was getting into, the basic training courses were brutal for him. Running on little sleep, little food and water and marching five miles every day was so much for him, he thought about quitting more times than he could count. Fake an injury or reveal a false medical disability and he'd have his freedom, dismissed from the Academy and free to return home. He was already a Zabrak/Arkanian mutt, he was made fun and beaten up for it on many occasions away from the eyes of the Drill Instructors. It would have taken nothing for the Army to drop him. But he just couldn't. Something inside him was driving him and he would eventually make it the twelve grueling months and see his Graduation Ceremony, assigned to the Army Infantry. The Ceremony was glorious to him, parading around in his newly minted Imperial Enlisted garments and having his name called. But his mother didn't attend. He couldn't blame her for it, he knew that she disliked the Empire, but it broke his heart that she couldn't look past that just to support her son, her only son. Soon after, he was assigned to 337th Infantry Division and shipped out to Makbar in the Outer Rim. It was there that he would get his first taste of combat in the swamps of the lower continents of the planet. His Division was instructed to put down an uprising of the various species that lived there. It was there, in the mud, water and blood, that he earned his stripes. By the end of the three month long campaign, Private Tumara had accumulated fourteen kills across five missions, saved the lives of his squad and was promoted to Corporal.

Because of his courageous actions, Sosa was offered a position in the Stormtrooper Corps, which he gladly accepted. Despite not being human, he was given a chance to succeed in the Imperial Stormtrooper Corps. Up until the Battle of Yavin, Corporal Tumara was serving a nice and comfortable position aboard the Imperial II-Class Star Destroyer Justice's Vigil, leading his own patrol squad. After the destruction of the Death Star, the Imperial Military began focusing on occupations and control, instead of simply maintaining the current status quo. Corporal Sosa was pulled off the Justice's Vigil and placed on patrol duties on the Gotal colony world of Atzerri.

RP Example:
OP and Participation in Star Wars: Retaliation: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=482370

ACCEPTED

Alright since we have two new APPs, I will delay the IC a bit and if no one else joins tonight. I will put the IC up tomorrow.

[Max Empire]

Name:
Somar Tharamos

Age:
57

Appearance:

Gender:
Male

Occupation:
Navy Officer

Rank:
Admiral

Weapons:
RK-3 blaster pistol

Bio:
This ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, then again, he is roughly twice as old as any character posted so far.

Many who knew Somar Tharamos in his youth would say that not much of that Somar remains. Hailing from the lower levels of Coruscant, Somar spent his early years on the streets, scavenging and begging in his childhood, then jumping from gang to gang as a teenager. Never knowing his parents, he made friends with other orphans and the occasional gang members.

Loyal only to what could provide him with a full stomach, a roof over his head and immediate gratification, he spent a lot of his youth in a perpetual cycle of violence, drug use and poverty.
He was roughly 19 when he met Mary. A resolute, stubborn and unmovable young lady. He didn't know what she saw in him, but she stayed by his side and encouraged him to clean up his act. He resisted at first, preferring the thrill of his current life and the highs it brought him, despite the terrible lows it came with. That changed when Mary became pregnant a few years later. She demanded he choose between her and the child or his current life. He chose the latter, feeling a sense of responsibility for the first time in his life.

First he tried to rely on the technical skills he acquired from scavenging, repairing and jury-rigging. When that wasn't enough to get by, he got a job as a butler with which he was able to rent a quiet (by Coruscanti standards) apartment for Mary and their infant son. Somar quietly refined his accent and changed his mannerisms as he climbed up the ranks at the company he worked for, enabling him to not only waiter and serve the higher classes, but also to organize larger events and manage a large number of staff.

Despite living a somewhat calm and stable family life for a little over a decade, Somar found it hard to truly let go of the habits of his youth. Working as a glorified butler and event organizer for the upper classes of Coruscant, Somar had ample access to drugs and opportunities to indulge in other vices. Although he kept this a secret from Mary, she always saw through his lies and as a result their marriage suffered.
One night he had a bit too much to drink and a few too many drugs at a party he helped organize before law enforcement raided it, putting him behind bars for a few days.

Once released, he learned that the incident had made the news and although he was not explicitly named in any news report, Mary knew he had organized the party. Upon returning home, Mary notified him that she planned to leave him for his inability to sober up and raise their son on her own. Somar begged her to stay and promised to do everything that she wanted, but she remained steadfast in her decision as he followed her around the house in vain and gave her more and more promises.

As she opened their son's bedroom door, Somar let out a sigh, seeing that he couldn't convince her and promised to join the military. Their son, Ramar, looked up at his father in awe and asked if this was true.
Mary shook her head in sadness and told their son that he wouldn't be seeing his father around anymore. Ramar promised that he and his mom would cheer his father on and that they would be waiting for him whenever he was on leave. Mary, amused by the situation, agreed with her son before wishing him a good night. Although Mary and Somar would remain married, from that point on the basis of their marriage would no longer be love.

Somar enlisted in Republic Navy and began his military training soon after. Although he wasn't well versed in martial or military matters, his previous experience in organizing people would allow him to take up a low level command position after the end of his combat training, which he finished right at the onset of the clone wars.

Somar quickly grew accustomed to the speed and tempo of battle, he found that he experienced feelings oddly similar to the time he spent in gangs. Despite that, he found that he was no longer as hard-hearted as he was in his youth. He felt the loss of those under his command personally and as time went on he adopted a very cautious and defensive style of command, something which he developed after experiencing severe feelings of grief for terrible losses his command suffered during a few particularly heavy battles. Despite not being particularly creative or good at thinking outside of the box strategically, Somar's attempts at keeping casualties down after his early experiences using defensive tactics often gave him the initiative after the first moments of battle, where his allies and enemies often suffered heavy casualties fighting each other or attacking his defensive positions.

Although his Modus operandi sometimes earned the ire of his allies and underlings, who accused him of idleness and avoiding battle, his movements after the initial, casualty heavy, moments of battle often allowed him to show more breakthroughs at lower casualties than his fellow commanders, which in turn allowed him to slowly climb higher in the ranks. By the time the Clone Wars were over Somar had developed a strong war-weariness and a distaste for the more militant members of High Command and the Senate, sympathizing with the more Dovish Senators.

When the Republic was reorganized into the Empire, Somar was among the most vocal supporters of the move within the military. Ensnared by the promises of a safe and secure society galaxy under the Empire, he quickly became a firm supporter of the Emperor and the peace he promised. This support eventually paved the way for his promotion to the position of Admiral.

Shortly afterwards his son decided to sign up for the Imperial Academy, a move Somar was strongly against, not wanting his son to become a casualty like so many others. Despite this, Ramar was adamant on wanting to follow in his father's footsteps and help bring peace to the galaxy.

Somar took to the peacetime role the Imperial Navy had much better than to his wartime duties. He preferred the patrolling and garrison duties to actual combat. His calm and light-handed approach to his duties contrasted markedly from the cruelty and aggression displayed by other commanders in the Navy, often helping calm the territories he was assigned to after such commanders simply by dialing down on the military presence and handing more of the ground work to local administrations and law enforcement, while concentrating his own forces on suppressing and hunting down specific threats as well as for projecting power to the civilian populace from afar. Somar's efficiency in reducing unrest often resulted in him being deployed to more unruly sectors of the Empire.

Somar was a big proponent of the Tarkin Doctrine from the moment of its released in 14 BBY and although skeptical at it's possible usefulness, was also a tepid supporter of the Death Star once he learned of the project years later.
His duties were relatively uneventful from a personal point of view for several years, save for the grief and mourning he went through when losses were incurred during operations under him.

This changed as the Rebellion escalated its efforts and activity. Once again forced into actual combat, the aged Admiral began to rely more on advice from the people around him. His grief and sorrow at the casualties suffered fighting the rebels covering up a low simmering rage at them for disrupting the peace even further.

The Destruction of the Death Star deeply impacted Somar in multiple ways.
On one hand his support of the Tarkin Doctrine was shattered and it induced doubts in him about the idea of using force projection as a means to ensure peace.

On the other hand it was a deep personal tragedy. His son was among the roughly million Imperial personnel dead from the destruction of the station.

Somar had always been reluctant to take casualties. The people under him were people with lives worth saving and preserving. He had sympathized with the Dovish positions of many of the Senators and people who were now the leaders of the rebellion, but they were now running rampant and going against the peace the Empire had brought and was hoping to bring.
His simmering rage and reluctance to fight the rebels being replaced with an apoplectic rage.

He would no longer fight them reluctantly.
He wished to see them all brought to justice.

For destroying the peace he so cherished.
For the lives they were so ruthlessly snuffing out.
For his son...

RP Example:
It's been a while since I last posted on NS, so I thought I'd just write something up, rather than link some post I made years ago.

Somar got out of the taxi and lifted his briefcase out of the trunk with a sigh. The driver insisted the aged admiral let him lift it out after the generous tip he had given the guy, but he was insistent. He was only 57. He was young enough to carry a suitcase filled with his meager personal effects.

It had been a while since he'd been back home. It would be the first time without his son.
He quietly began walking up the stairs to the top of the apartment complex.
'Why did Mary have to choose a place with no elevator?', He thought to himself as he stopped to catch his breath and suppress an irritated groan.

His relationship with his 'wife' wasn't quite what it used to be. Ever since he joined the military. Before that even.
They had no real love left for each other. Sure, there was plenty of respect. More than he could ever wish, but they both saw other people and hadn't shared a bed in years.
Still, it was always nice to see her again. Like it would be an old friend... Or a housemate you shared a son with.

'Used to share a son with.', Somar interrupted his own thoughts as he fought back tears.
He quietly put down his suitcase as he got to the only door on the top floor. He took off his hat, as if at a funeral, and inhaled deeply before pressing the doorbell.

A million thougths raced through his head as he waited. Would Mary's current boyfriend be here? Whoever she had decided to bed now. Would she mourn their son like he was doing now? How was she holding up? What direction would their relationship go now? Would they still both pay rent together? Would they reminiscence about their younger years like they used to before Sumar's death?

A few moments later the door slid open...

[Aeritai]

Name:
Somar Tharamos

Age:
57

Appearance:

(Image)

Gender:
Male

Occupation:
Navy Officer

Rank:
Admiral

Weapons:
RK-3 blaster pistol

Bio:
This ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, then again, he is roughly twice as old as any character posted so far.

Many who knew Somar Tharamos in his youth would say that not much of that Somar remains. Hailing from the lower levels of Coruscant, Somar spent his early years on the streets, scavenging and begging in his childhood, then jumping from gang to gang as a teenager. Never knowing his parents, he made friends with other orphans and the occasional gang members.

Loyal only to what could provide him with a full stomach, a roof over his head and immediate gratification, he spent a lot of his youth in a perpetual cycle of violence, drug use and poverty.
He was roughly 19 when he met Mary. A resolute, stubborn and unmovable young lady. He didn't know what she saw in him, but she stayed by his side and encouraged him to clean up his act. He resisted at first, preferring the thrill of his current life and the highs it brought him, despite the terrible lows it came with. That changed when Mary became pregnant a few years later. She demanded he choose between her and the child or his current life. He chose the latter, feeling a sense of responsibility for the first time in his life.

First he tried to rely on the technical skills he acquired from scavenging, repairing and jury-rigging. When that wasn't enough to get by, he got a job as a butler with which he was able to rent a quiet (by Coruscanti standards) apartment for Mary and their infant son. Somar quietly refined his accent and changed his mannerisms as he climbed up the ranks at the company he worked for, enabling him to not only waiter and serve the higher classes, but also to organize larger events and manage a large number of staff.

Despite living a somewhat calm and stable family life for a little over a decade, Somar found it hard to truly let go of the habits of his youth. Working as a glorified butler and event organizer for the upper classes of Coruscant, Somar had ample access to drugs and opportunities to indulge in other vices. Although he kept this a secret from Mary, she always saw through his lies and as a result their marriage suffered.
One night he had a bit too much to drink and a few too many drugs at a party he helped organize before law enforcement raided it, putting him behind bars for a few days.

Once released, he learned that the incident had made the news and although he was not explicitly named in any news report, Mary knew he had organized the party. Upon returning home, Mary notified him that she planned to leave him for his inability to sober up and raise their son on her own. Somar begged her to stay and promised to do everything that she wanted, but she remained steadfast in her decision as he followed her around the house in vain and gave her more and more promises.

As she opened their son's bedroom door, Somar let out a sigh, seeing that he couldn't convince her and promised to join the military. Their son, Ramar, looked up at his father in awe and asked if this was true.
Mary shook her head in sadness and told their son that he wouldn't be seeing his father around anymore. Ramar promised that he and his mom would cheer his father on and that they would be waiting for him whenever he was on leave. Mary, amused by the situation, agreed with her son before wishing him a good night. Although Mary and Somar would remain married, from that point on the basis of their marriage would no longer be love.

Somar enlisted in Republic Navy and began his military training soon after. Although he wasn't well versed in martial or military matters, his previous experience in organizing people would allow him to take up a low level command position after the end of his combat training, which he finished right at the onset of the clone wars.

Somar quickly grew accustomed to the speed and tempo of battle, he found that he experienced feelings oddly similar to the time he spent in gangs. Despite that, he found that he was no longer as hard-hearted as he was in his youth. He felt the loss of those under his command personally and as time went on he adopted a very cautious and defensive style of command, something which he developed after experiencing severe feelings of grief for terrible losses his command suffered during a few particularly heavy battles. Despite not being particularly creative or good at thinking outside of the box strategically, Somar's attempts at keeping casualties down after his early experiences using defensive tactics often gave him the initiative after the first moments of battle, where his allies and enemies often suffered heavy casualties fighting each other or attacking his defensive positions.

Although his Modus operandi sometimes earned the ire of his allies and underlings, who accused him of idleness and avoiding battle, his movements after the initial, casualty heavy, moments of battle often allowed him to show more breakthroughs at lower casualties than his fellow commanders, which in turn allowed him to slowly climb higher in the ranks. By the time the Clone Wars were over Somar had developed a strong war-weariness and a distaste for the more militant members of High Command and the Senate, sympathizing with the more Dovish Senators.

When the Republic was reorganized into the Empire, Somar was among the most vocal supporters of the move within the military. Ensnared by the promises of a safe and secure society galaxy under the Empire, he quickly became a firm supporter of the Emperor and the peace he promised. This support eventually paved the way for his promotion to the position of Admiral.

Shortly afterwards his son decided to sign up for the Imperial Academy, a move Somar was strongly against, not wanting his son to become a casualty like so many others. Despite this, Ramar was adamant on wanting to follow in his father's footsteps and help bring peace to the galaxy.

Somar took to the peacetime role the Imperial Navy had much better than to his wartime duties. He preferred the patrolling and garrison duties to actual combat. His calm and light-handed approach to his duties contrasted markedly from the cruelty and aggression displayed by other commanders in the Navy, often helping calm the territories he was assigned to after such commanders simply by dialing down on the military presence and handing more of the ground work to local administrations and law enforcement, while concentrating his own forces on suppressing and hunting down specific threats as well as for projecting power to the civilian populace from afar. Somar's efficiency in reducing unrest often resulted in him being deployed to more unruly sectors of the Empire.

Somar was a big proponent of the Tarkin Doctrine from the moment of its released in 14 BBY and although skeptical at it's possible usefulness, was also a tepid supporter of the Death Star once he learned of the project years later.
His duties were relatively uneventful from a personal point of view for several years, save for the grief and mourning he went through when losses were incurred during operations under him.

This changed as the Rebellion escalated its efforts and activity. Once again forced into actual combat, the aged Admiral began to rely more on advice from the people around him. His grief and sorrow at the casualties suffered fighting the rebels covering up a low simmering rage at them for disrupting the peace even further.

The Destruction of the Death Star deeply impacted Somar in multiple ways.
On one hand his support of the Tarkin Doctrine was shattered and it induced doubts in him about the idea of using force projection as a means to ensure peace.

On the other hand it was a deep personal tragedy. His son was among the roughly million Imperial personnel dead from the destruction of the station.

Somar had always been reluctant to take casualties. The people under him were people with lives worth saving and preserving. He had sympathized with the Dovish positions of many of the Senators and people who were now the leaders of the rebellion, but they were now running rampant and going against the peace the Empire had brought and was hoping to bring.
His simmering rage and reluctance to fight the rebels being replaced with an apoplectic rage.

He would no longer fight them reluctantly.
He wished to see them all brought to justice.

For destroying the peace he so cherished.
For the lives they were so ruthlessly snuffing out.
For his son...

RP Example:
It's been a while since I last posted on NS, so I thought I'd just write something up, rather than link some post I made years ago.

Somar got out of the taxi and lifted his briefcase out of the trunk with a sigh. The driver insisted the aged admiral let him lift it out after the generous tip he had given the guy, but he was insistent. He was only 57. He was young enough to carry a suitcase filled with his meager personal effects.

It had been a while since he'd been back home. It would be the first time without his son.
He quietly began walking up the stairs to the top of the apartment complex.
'Why did Mary have to choose a place with no elevator?', He thought to himself as he stopped to catch his breath and suppress an irritated groan.

His relationship with his 'wife' wasn't quite what it used to be. Ever since he joined the military. Before that even.
They had no real love left for each other. Sure, there was plenty of respect. More than he could ever wish, but they both saw other people and hadn't shared a bed in years.
Still, it was always nice to see her again. Like it would be an old friend... Or a housemate you shared a son with.

'Used to share a son with.', Somar interrupted his own thoughts as he fought back tears.
He quietly put down his suitcase as he got to the only door on the top floor. He took off his hat, as if at a funeral, and inhaled deeply before pressing the doorbell.

A million thougths raced through his head as he waited. Would Mary's current boyfriend be here? Whoever she had decided to bed now. Would she mourn their son like he was doing now? How was she holding up? What direction would their relationship go now? Would they still both pay rent together? Would they reminiscence about their younger years like they used to before Sumar's death?

A few moments later the door slid open...

ACCEPTED

[Aeritai]

IC

The IC is up!

[Max Empire]

Hey Aeritai, mind giving me a fleet name and command ship name? I have absolutely no idea what to pick in that regard for Admiral Somar.

[Aeritai]

Hey Aeritai, mind giving me a fleet name and command ship name? I have absolutely no idea what to pick in that regard for Admiral Somar.

How about commanding the ISD Judgement? The same ship that Alesav and her squadron are on. As for the fleet name, how but we go with the 5th Imperial Outer Rim fleet?

[Max Empire]

Hey Aeritai, mind giving me a fleet name and command ship name? I have absolutely no idea what to pick in that regard for Admiral Somar.

How about commanding the ISD Judgement? The same ship that Alesav and her squadron are on. As for the fleet name, how but we go with the 5th Imperial Outer Rim fleet?

That works for me. ^^
I'll have a post up by the end of today.

[Aeritai]

Good opening post everyone! I will have a second post in the IC some time today!

[Bolslania]

APP
Name: Julius Vartin
Age: 24
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Occupation: Imperial Army Lieutenant.
Rank: Lieutenant
Weapons: E-11 Blaster Rifle
Bio: Born on Coruscant, the Vartin family had a proud military tradition, with members in the Navy, Army, and even a Stormtrooper. Vartin himself was more than happy to contribute to his family's honor. When he was of age, he went to the Imperial Army Academy, and graduated 4th in his class. Upon his commission, he was assigned to a small detachment on Alderaan. He stayed there until the unit's evacuation preceding its destruction by the Death Star. After that happened, Vartin found himself on Shu-Torun, suppressing a rebellion of the Ore-barons, this was his first taste of combat, and he grew to understand his enemy, and learn what was really happening on the frontlines.

After the victory on Shu-Torun, Vartin and his unit found themselves on the world of Mustinbarl. A swampy, perpetually precipitating world that Rebels have entrenched themselves in. He has been there for two months, and victory is not in sight.
RP Example:https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?p=37924977#p37924977

[Aeritai]

APP
Name: Julius Vartin
Age: 24
Appearance:(Image)
Gender: Male
Occupation: Imperial Army Lieutenant.
Rank: Lieutenant
Weapons: E-11 Blaster Rifle
Bio: Born on Coruscant, the Vartin family had a proud military tradition, with members in the Navy, Army, and even a Stormtrooper. Vartin himself was more than happy to contribute to his family's honor. When he was of age, he went to the Imperial Army Academy, and graduated 4th in his class. Upon his commission, he was assigned to a small detachment on Alderaan. He stayed there until the unit's evacuation preceding its destruction by the Death Star. After that happened, Vartin found himself on Hoth, attacking Echo Base under General Veer, this was his first taste of combat, and he grew to understand his enemy, and learn what was really happening on the frontlines.

After the defeat on Hoth, Vartin and his unit found themselves on the world of Mustinbarl. A swampy, perpetually precipitating world that Rebels have entrenched themselves in. He has been there for two months, and victory is not in sight.
RP Example:https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?p=37924977#p37924977

The APP looks good... But there is one problem. The Battle of Hoth hasn't started yet. This RP takes place one year after the destruction of the first Death Star. Hoth doesn't happen until 3 ABY.