Tanith Alde
Your Highness
NAME: Clone DS-772
FACTION: The Republic
RANK: Captain (Presumeably)
SPECIES: Mandalorian Clone
AGE: 26
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2
WEIGHT: 180 lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
Voice Sample: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gi-Cimioi40
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
+ Extensive Combat Training and Profficiency with all forms of Martial Weaponry
+ Extensive Hand to Hand Combat Drills in the Teras Kasi technique
+ Quick Reflexes
+ A Lifetime's Experience of Warfare
+ Fearless
+ Aptitude for Space Combat
- Rigid Adherence to Order and Authority
-Limited Medical and Technological Knowledge
-Limited Social Skills
-Lone Survivor, As the last surviving clone soldier (That he knows of) DS-772 Finds it difficult to form connections with others
APPEARANCE:
Basic Trooper Apperance
Arc Commando Apperance
Arc Commando Captain Apperance
BIOGRAPHY:
DS-772 Was one of the first wave of clones produced, and served during the battle of Geonosis. After the battle he was relocated to various warfronts, and always found himself involved in the harshest of fiting. Showing his skills time and time again he was rapidly promoted through the ranks untill his final promotion to ARC Commando Captain. During a mission with his squad DS-772 and his men were sent to a Separtist research facility to secure the date stored there aswell as to destroy the facility. But Zeta squad was betrayed and found themselves outgunned and cornered. Zeta fought a heroic last stand but they received various injuries before they were able to neutralize the enemy. However they were in such critical condition that they could not wait for Evac. DS-772 had to make a choice, one which could not come easily to them. He and his squad chose to inter themselves in the facilitie's cyro vaults, in the hope the republic would send a secondary squad to search for them.But the team never came and DS-772's squad slowly died out, he was on his last hours when the Imperial Expeditionary team located him
Our names - legion
Our blood - ocean
We won´t retreat and we won´t surrender when we have our orders
We are no titans and we are no heroes
Everyone here is a humble soldier
We do not die - We just march to hell to regroup there
SHIP:
None, Unless Assigned
KILLS:
FACTION: The Republic
RANK: Captain (Presumeably)
SPECIES: Mandalorian Clone
AGE: 26
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2
WEIGHT: 180 lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
Voice Sample: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gi-Cimioi40
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
+ Extensive Combat Training and Profficiency with all forms of Martial Weaponry
+ Extensive Hand to Hand Combat Drills in the Teras Kasi technique
+ Quick Reflexes
+ A Lifetime's Experience of Warfare
+ Fearless
+ Aptitude for Space Combat
- Rigid Adherence to Order and Authority
-Limited Medical and Technological Knowledge
-Limited Social Skills
-Lone Survivor, As the last surviving clone soldier (That he knows of) DS-772 Finds it difficult to form connections with others
APPEARANCE:
Basic Trooper Apperance
Arc Commando Apperance
Arc Commando Captain Apperance
BIOGRAPHY:
DS-772 Was one of the first wave of clones produced, and served during the battle of Geonosis. After the battle he was relocated to various warfronts, and always found himself involved in the harshest of fiting. Showing his skills time and time again he was rapidly promoted through the ranks untill his final promotion to ARC Commando Captain. During a mission with his squad DS-772 and his men were sent to a Separtist research facility to secure the date stored there aswell as to destroy the facility. But Zeta squad was betrayed and found themselves outgunned and cornered. Zeta fought a heroic last stand but they received various injuries before they were able to neutralize the enemy. However they were in such critical condition that they could not wait for Evac. DS-772 had to make a choice, one which could not come easily to them. He and his squad chose to inter themselves in the facilitie's cyro vaults, in the hope the republic would send a secondary squad to search for them.But the team never came and DS-772's squad slowly died out, he was on his last hours when the Imperial Expeditionary team located him
Our names - legion
Our blood - ocean
We won´t retreat and we won´t surrender when we have our orders
We are no titans and we are no heroes
Everyone here is a humble soldier
We do not die - We just march to hell to regroup there
SHIP:
None, Unless Assigned
KILLS:
