Thoros Nassir
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"Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best; it removes all that is base. All men are afraid in battle. The coward is the one who lets his fear overcome his sense of duty. Duty is the essence of manhood."
Personal Information
Name: Thoros Nassir
Alias: BT-5388
Faction: The First Order
Rank: Stormtrooper
Species: Human
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Height: 5'10
Weight: 178 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Jet Black
Skin: Caucasian
Force Sensitive: No
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Strengths:
-Cybernetic Implantss: During an early deployment, Nassir suffered grievous injuries to his body in combat, and as a result, needed to have both his left arm, and his right eye replaced with mechanized components. As a result of this, Nassir's cybernetic eye had been equipped, not only with the means to see, but is also capable of improving his personal accuracy, by linking with his helmet's own targeting system, along with granting him access to multispectral imaging. His robotic arm also grants him a strength beyond that which he could achieve naturally, which provides a slight, but welcomed boon in a close combat situation.
-Brothers in Arms: Nassir has fully dedicated himself to the idealize picture of the Stormtrooper Corps, and will whole heartedly serve it in any way he sees how. Furthermore, he has been known to treat fellow soldiers as family, and values their lives almost more than he does his own, showing a willingness to face life threatening danger if it means he can spare his comrades the same fate.
-Peak Conditioning: Due to the demands of his training program, Nassir can be seen as a peak of his physical capabilities, ranking him among one of the more fit examples of his species.
Weaknesses:
-Cybernetic Implants: Despite the boons these replacements offer, the mechanical additions to Nassir's body also serve as a hindrance. Where one can rely on their own flesh and blood until it is rendered useless, the robotic parts to Nassir have been known to be neutralized by the proper counter measures, and in some cases, malfunctions can cause them to become entirely irrelevant. Nassir's arm, when properly damaged, is turned from a fully functional limb, into a large weight upon his body, hanging uselessly, and can be partially blinded if his eye receives similar treatment.
-Dedication to the Corps: As a flipside to his loyalty to the Stormtroopers, Nassir shows a lack of respect for those outside his branch of military service. Naval staff, civilians, even force users are given the same cold shoulder by the soldier, as he believes none have experienced the same, nor sacrificed as much as those within the First Order's Stormtroopers.
-Xenophobic: Much like the rest of his people, Nassir's tendancy towards Xenophobia is a frequent habit in the face of other races considered below the standard of The First Order. This can lead to less than desirable outcomes in discussions involving him and alien species, going so far as to outright refusing to acknowledge another race as anything more than animals.
-You Wanna Live Forever?: BT-5388, in combat, has displayed a tendency towards danger that almost borders suicidal, in that he shows little sign of self-preservation. Due to his dedication to the Stormtroopers, and his radical belief in The First Order, coupled with years of aggressive propaganda, BT-5388 has been known to charge into situations head first, where some might have hesitated, and dealt with in a different manner. As if a choice was to come between bombarding an enemy position, or charging it on foot, BT-5388 would choose the latter, feeling as to draw forces from the battle above would be detrimental to the overall war effort. In his opinion, each person in the military serves a duty, and if he perishes in the service of that duty, then so be it.
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Biography: Thoros Nassir is a stormtrooper of The First Order, a soldier trained to fight and die for the beliefs of his superiors, years of physical, and mental training culminating into forging him into a living weapon.
His life started on the streets of his home planet, where his earliest years were spent in a small orphanage. Having been raised to believe his parents had died in a attack from terrorists sent by the New Republic, Nassir nurtured a hatred for this foreign power, even from a young age, which was only further fuelled by the constant propaganda he was surrounded by. At the age of seven, Nassir's home was burned down during a civil riot, believed to be instigated by Republic sympathizers, where the boy first came into contact with the profession he'd come to idolize. Having been out wandering the streets at the time, the riot would find him largely alone, as chaos swiftly spread around him. The young boy did not understand what had caused all these people to become so violent, and as he fled from the conflict, fear would course through his body. Yet, above the noise and clamour of the rage on the ground, the sounds of engines would herald the arrival of the military, riot control stormtroopers being deployed to respond to this threat. The troopers would quickly deploy, as the rioting forces, in the face of an organized enemy, quickly broke, the hammer of The First Order broke apart the uprising within hours. In the aftermath, Nassir would find himself in awe of the soldiers, and how they swiftly brought the angry mobs back into order, how they'd, in his eyes, saved him from the fires that had claimed his home, along with those he'd grown up with. As the soldiers began deploying about the city, martial law declared, Nassir, along with a larger group of surviving children, were gathered up, and officially drafted into the Stormtrooper Training program. This would mark the beginning of Nassir's second life.
Adaptation into the Corps was the most difficult time of Nassir's life, as it was swiftly made clear the level of dedication and service The First Order demanded of him. Within months, many of those who had been drafted alongside him had either been rejected from the program, or had perished beneath it, yet the boy persisted. The physical training was a constant strain on his body, having lived a relatively relaxed life prior, and the mental pressure of the drill and rules beaten into him nearly brought him over the edge, yet undoubtedly, the most difficult part of his training was the other candidates. Almost all had been living this life for as long as they could recall, knowing nothing else, and immediately, those simply brought in at this point in time were marked out from the rest of the recruits. Over the coming years, he would endure having to earn the respect of those who learned beside him, each mark of approval from his comrades hard won. However, by the time he'd reached graduation, Nassir had fully aligned himself to the Stormtroopers, living and breathing all that he'd been taught and told since joining up.
Under the designation BT-5388, he was deployed to his first combat mission, on an incursion into Republic space. From the moment he'd stepped foot off the dropship, BT-5388 felt himself moving without thought, years of conditioning coming to fore, his blaster flashing off shots as he rushed towards the first point of cover. As minutes turned to hours, and the toll of urban combat fell upon him, BT-5388's squad was whittled down, having lost much of their specialists, along with their squad leader. Having been assigned to deal with entrenched foes, BT-5388 had born witness to the gritty face of true war, and as he lay prone in his position, awaiting the orders to come down the chain of command, in a moment of clarity, he would look about him. Fires blazed in the cityscape as far as the eye could see, as corpses littered the ground, the blood of both The First Order and The New Republic pooling by the motionless figures. Earth shattering explosions echoed, as the flash of blaster fire could be seen and heard from nearby positions. As the designated leader of his broken squad called out the command to prepare for another charge, BT-5388 would once more feel fear spreading through him. Yet, in the moments before he'd rise up, thinking back to the fires from his youth, and the soldiers who had quashed them out, a new, grim acceptance rose within him. He was a stormtrooper of The First Order, and the chaos of this galaxy would be brought to heel by the sweat of his brow, and the strength of his brethren. He would not flee now, nor ever again, and with this in mind, he'd rush forth alongside his brothers, facing the fire of the enemy with each step.
As the battle finished, BT-5388 was taken away from the fields upon a stretcher, his condition critical, as poor field dressings to his wounds had him clinging to life. He'd lost his arm and eye in the final push, yet the only thing he felt was not pain, but pride, pride in both himself, and the Corps. They had beaten back the forces of the New Republic, sending their dogs yipping back to their master, and had liberated the world in The First Order's name. As he recovered from his wounds, from the surgeries performed to keep him alive, BT-5388 would eagerly wait for the day he'd be allowed back into service, for another chance to go out, and fight for what he believed in.
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Appearance:
Nassir can be described as a human male, roughly 5'10" in height, with black hair, trimmed short upon the sides, longer upon the top, and a frosty blue eye. His athletic build is attributed to his service within the Corps, and the most notable features about him would be the mechanical implants he received after wounds gained in battle. A cybernetic left arm, devoid of any means to disguise it's form, has been installed into his body, along with a single mechanical eye, it's components built into the man's skull, the right side of his face adorn with various wires and metal built into the systems. In battle, BT-5388 is equipped with the standard issued combat armour of his faction, wielding the F-11D blaster rifle, and the SE-44C side arm.
