Warden T. Abroms
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[SIZE=14.6667px]Name: Warden T. Abroms [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Faction: The Dominion [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Current Rank: SGT. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Race: Mandolorian/Epicanthix crossbreed [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Current age: 27 standard years[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Sex: male[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Height: 78” (198.12 cm)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Weight: 237 lbs (107.5 Kg)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Eye color: amber[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Hair color: dark brown [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Skin color: lightly tanned[/SIZE]
SGT. Warden Abroms was promoted and transferred to the 501st legion shortly after the battle of Gyndine.
Warden is sensitive to the force but cannot wield it.
[SIZE=14.6667px]weaknesses/strengths: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Will not follow orders if deemed to be immoral. Has a soft spot for animals. Is not familiar with many flight operational systems (is not a good pilot). lightsabers to the neck.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Epicanthix genes grant immunity to force based mind bending. Skilled Strategist on and off the battlefield. Highly [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]skilled marksman. Immense physical strength. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]-Has no current player kills[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]-Has no personal ship[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]-Has no current bounties[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]-Current items: Katarn-class commando armor, slugthrower handcannon, beskar slugthrower rounds (99), large combat knife (beskar), DC-17m weapon system, vintage family photo.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px] Warden’s is of massive stature, towering over most human and near human races. Adding to his already imitating height are his broad shoulders and chest showing only a taste of his physical strength (growing up on a farm’ll do that to ya). Although Wardens muscle mass definitely shows, he is not overly toned as not to look like a living balloon animal. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px] The skin on his face and upper body are a light tanned color from working in the sun the majority of his life. His eyes are a near glowing amber (“just like your dad's” his mother would always say”). Warden keeps his hazel hair neatly trimmed, short on the top and ever shorter in the sides, in a military manner. Aside from a small scar below his bottom lip, his face holds no significant features. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px] Warden Doesn't have much diversity in his wardrobe. He mostly just wears his combat armor (standard army issue) or at least the breastplate, since it's the only damn thing that'll fit him besides the boots. Those along with a pair of navy blue cargo pants and his shoulder guard, indicating his rank, complete Warden’s day to day attire. If someone is unlucky they'll catch him with [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]helmet on.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px](side note: Warden has what could be considered a Texan accent)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px] The whole damn planet Is a chaotic mess. Body's litter the ground, Dominion soldiers and One sith alike. The sound of blaster fire and thermal grenades is deafening, and the smell of burned flesh pollutes the air.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Corporal Warden Abroms dives behind a pile of rubble, catching a blaster bolt on his shoulder guard. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“Dammit! Bardin, I told you to cover me!”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]The Corporal looks over to see his squadmate slumped against the rubble, a smoking hole in the center of his visor. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px] “Is this all really worth it? So many lives lost for the promise of a peaceful, unified galaxy.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Warden thinks to himself. He thinks of his home, his family and their smiling faces. He thinks of how it was all taken away. He remembers the smell of smoke, how the farm was burned to the ground, how their animals were slaughtered, and his family….lying broken and bloodied in front of him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px] His thoughts are cut short by a shout.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px] “WATCH IT, THEY'VE GOT A SITH-GARGH!!”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]The soldier could barely finish his sentence before being engulfed in a crackling blue cloud of death. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px] “Concentrate your fire!” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Immediately, the Force user is barraged by a hail of blaster fire, the bolts deflected by his Glowing blade. Using this as a distraction, The Corporal lines up his slug thrower and sends a single round down range. There was a noticeable pause in fire as the sith’s skull exploded into a shower of red.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“Damn right it's worth it.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Faction: The Dominion [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Current Rank: SGT. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Race: Mandolorian/Epicanthix crossbreed [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Current age: 27 standard years[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Sex: male[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Height: 78” (198.12 cm)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Weight: 237 lbs (107.5 Kg)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Eye color: amber[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Hair color: dark brown [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Skin color: lightly tanned[/SIZE]
SGT. Warden Abroms was promoted and transferred to the 501st legion shortly after the battle of Gyndine.
Warden is sensitive to the force but cannot wield it.
[SIZE=14.6667px]weaknesses/strengths: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Will not follow orders if deemed to be immoral. Has a soft spot for animals. Is not familiar with many flight operational systems (is not a good pilot). lightsabers to the neck.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Epicanthix genes grant immunity to force based mind bending. Skilled Strategist on and off the battlefield. Highly [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]skilled marksman. Immense physical strength. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]-Has no current player kills[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]-Has no personal ship[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]-Has no current bounties[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]-Current items: Katarn-class commando armor, slugthrower handcannon, beskar slugthrower rounds (99), large combat knife (beskar), DC-17m weapon system, vintage family photo.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px] Warden’s is of massive stature, towering over most human and near human races. Adding to his already imitating height are his broad shoulders and chest showing only a taste of his physical strength (growing up on a farm’ll do that to ya). Although Wardens muscle mass definitely shows, he is not overly toned as not to look like a living balloon animal. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px] The skin on his face and upper body are a light tanned color from working in the sun the majority of his life. His eyes are a near glowing amber (“just like your dad's” his mother would always say”). Warden keeps his hazel hair neatly trimmed, short on the top and ever shorter in the sides, in a military manner. Aside from a small scar below his bottom lip, his face holds no significant features. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px] Warden Doesn't have much diversity in his wardrobe. He mostly just wears his combat armor (standard army issue) or at least the breastplate, since it's the only damn thing that'll fit him besides the boots. Those along with a pair of navy blue cargo pants and his shoulder guard, indicating his rank, complete Warden’s day to day attire. If someone is unlucky they'll catch him with [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]helmet on.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px](side note: Warden has what could be considered a Texan accent)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px] The whole damn planet Is a chaotic mess. Body's litter the ground, Dominion soldiers and One sith alike. The sound of blaster fire and thermal grenades is deafening, and the smell of burned flesh pollutes the air.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Corporal Warden Abroms dives behind a pile of rubble, catching a blaster bolt on his shoulder guard. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“Dammit! Bardin, I told you to cover me!”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]The Corporal looks over to see his squadmate slumped against the rubble, a smoking hole in the center of his visor. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px] “Is this all really worth it? So many lives lost for the promise of a peaceful, unified galaxy.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Warden thinks to himself. He thinks of his home, his family and their smiling faces. He thinks of how it was all taken away. He remembers the smell of smoke, how the farm was burned to the ground, how their animals were slaughtered, and his family….lying broken and bloodied in front of him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px] His thoughts are cut short by a shout.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px] “WATCH IT, THEY'VE GOT A SITH-GARGH!!”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]The soldier could barely finish his sentence before being engulfed in a crackling blue cloud of death. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px] “Concentrate your fire!” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Immediately, the Force user is barraged by a hail of blaster fire, the bolts deflected by his Glowing blade. Using this as a distraction, The Corporal lines up his slug thrower and sends a single round down range. There was a noticeable pause in fire as the sith’s skull exploded into a shower of red.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“Damn right it's worth it.”[/SIZE]