The Upright Man
Section Zero - Classified
NAME: Elias Wolfe
FACTION: Omega Protectorate
RANK: Sergeant Major
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 48
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6' 1"
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Brown
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ Marine
+ Marksmen
+ Strength
- Non-Force User
- Unable to defend against force attacks
- Can't defend against lightsabers
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on Naboo, he was raised by a single dad. His mother had passed away some years ago to cancer, it had been undetected until the much more later stages, and there was little the doctors could do. His dad had always been busy working, and when he was home he would be drinking. Elias raised himself, he was a big boy and appeared several years older than he actually was, but he was still only as smart as his actual age. Living in long farmlands, he found himself increasingly becoming more adventurous in exploration. He remembers several things, but not many. He remembers a dark room lit by candles as his grandma brought out a birthday cake, his father and grandparents singing 'Happy Birthday to you'. He remembers chasing a small wild animal through the bushlands.
As the years went by, his father had joined the militia, so he was forced to live with his grandparents. The day he had waved his dad goodbye at the door, was the last day he had seen his dad. Not a week later his grandparents received a letter of his death, but they had not the heart to tell the boy. They told him tales of his dad, of great acts of heroism. It was not until he was eight, a day before they would move to Fondor that he was taken to his dads grave. It took both his grandparents to rip him away from the tombstone in the cemetery. The following years were not remarkable. He had attended school and did the chores, but he was lacking in both. He had become rebellious, struggling to cope with the loss of his father, and when the death of his grandfather came, it only worsened this part of him.
At eighteen, his grandmother passed away. With no family remaining, he was forced to make ends meet on his own. He signed up for the military. Entering the office he was met with a man who wore a black suit with black sunglasses, his hair was neatly combed back. He seemed polite, but quiet. He offered Elias what he most wanted, a way to release his anger. The man had taken him and twenty other candidates into a facility on the outskirts of the city known as Goston. Deep underground they were given both mental and physical tests. They stayed a week, and after the week had expired only Elias and a girl named Marguerite were taken with them. He never found out what happened to the other candidates, a man named Scott. The duo were taken on a frigate and placed in a room with four-hundred other candidates. Elias and another boy named Olum were the youngest, both at the age of eighteen while the second youngest was a boy named Vaal, nineteen years old. The other kids varied from the ages of twenty to thirty.
Delivered to an unknown planet, the first night he met a marine, but then it took things for a worse. He was told if he were to be a marine, if any of the men and women were to be marines, they would have to prove their metal, both on ground and in the air. They were ferried in a shuttle for a high-altitude parachute-deployment. Hundreds of meters high in the sky, himself and Marguerite, twenty, jumped from the aircraft and plummeted towards the ground below. Marguerite had received a parachute that was damaged, unable to pull her shoot, Elias had managed to grab a hold of her waist and using all his muscle, he clung onto her as she pulled his parachute for him. They landed in a tree and remained stuck there until NCO's managed to get them down. From that experience, the duo had gained a bond.
Years would pass with excruciating training both physical and mental. They were given no mercy by those that trained them. War games would be played and the men and women would be peppered by stun rounds from one another. Three hundred candidates were organised into three teams for their last war game. Their leaders would be chosen as Olum, Vaal and Elias. As the youngest, they had to prove themselves the most. Elias had chosen Marguerite as his second-in-command. He led his group through the dense forest and came under siege by the joined forces of two-hundred men and women. His entire unit was routed, leaving only thirteen to survive from the stun rounds, Elias and Marguerite included. The moment his unit had been demolished, the two united groups turned on one another, causing mayhem as stun rounds shot in all directions. The thirteen had waited what would be six hours in the cold before they would emerge to find only stragglers of each team, slowly, using guerrilla tactics, they hunted them down and terminated them from the game with a spray of their guns.
The invasion of Druckenwell was to begin, but Elias was pulled from the Op. Months passed before he heard the fate of his fellow successful candidates during their mission. All lives lost. He remembers sitting in the conference room as two officers watched him with hawk eyes. The screen played a visual from a helmet. He watched as slowly unit cohesion was lost among the marines, they began to scatter. The helmet suddenly dipped left and slammed against the ground, the visual then corrected itself to appear the right way up. He saw it, Marguerite, she had begun to flee but a Knight had slammed a burst of force energy into her, sending her to crash against the hard pavement. Her visor was smashed to reveal her face, it was pure horror. A flash of green light, and she was gone. He had left that room quietly. Not a single sound.
A wave of emotions had crashed upon him that night. Together they had grown over the years, she was his best friend, his only friend. They jumped together, they were tested together, they survived together, they trained together. Now, never again, would they be together. Her corpse, melted by the plasma of a lightsaber on an enemy planet, beyond his reach. Elias was shipped off-world, receiving several recognitions during training. He was stationed as a Sergeant Major, the highest form a Non-Commisioned Officer could obtain.
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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FACTION: Omega Protectorate
RANK: Sergeant Major
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 48
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6' 1"
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Brown
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ Marine
+ Marksmen
+ Strength
- Non-Force User
- Unable to defend against force attacks
- Can't defend against lightsabers
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on Naboo, he was raised by a single dad. His mother had passed away some years ago to cancer, it had been undetected until the much more later stages, and there was little the doctors could do. His dad had always been busy working, and when he was home he would be drinking. Elias raised himself, he was a big boy and appeared several years older than he actually was, but he was still only as smart as his actual age. Living in long farmlands, he found himself increasingly becoming more adventurous in exploration. He remembers several things, but not many. He remembers a dark room lit by candles as his grandma brought out a birthday cake, his father and grandparents singing 'Happy Birthday to you'. He remembers chasing a small wild animal through the bushlands.
As the years went by, his father had joined the militia, so he was forced to live with his grandparents. The day he had waved his dad goodbye at the door, was the last day he had seen his dad. Not a week later his grandparents received a letter of his death, but they had not the heart to tell the boy. They told him tales of his dad, of great acts of heroism. It was not until he was eight, a day before they would move to Fondor that he was taken to his dads grave. It took both his grandparents to rip him away from the tombstone in the cemetery. The following years were not remarkable. He had attended school and did the chores, but he was lacking in both. He had become rebellious, struggling to cope with the loss of his father, and when the death of his grandfather came, it only worsened this part of him.
At eighteen, his grandmother passed away. With no family remaining, he was forced to make ends meet on his own. He signed up for the military. Entering the office he was met with a man who wore a black suit with black sunglasses, his hair was neatly combed back. He seemed polite, but quiet. He offered Elias what he most wanted, a way to release his anger. The man had taken him and twenty other candidates into a facility on the outskirts of the city known as Goston. Deep underground they were given both mental and physical tests. They stayed a week, and after the week had expired only Elias and a girl named Marguerite were taken with them. He never found out what happened to the other candidates, a man named Scott. The duo were taken on a frigate and placed in a room with four-hundred other candidates. Elias and another boy named Olum were the youngest, both at the age of eighteen while the second youngest was a boy named Vaal, nineteen years old. The other kids varied from the ages of twenty to thirty.
Delivered to an unknown planet, the first night he met a marine, but then it took things for a worse. He was told if he were to be a marine, if any of the men and women were to be marines, they would have to prove their metal, both on ground and in the air. They were ferried in a shuttle for a high-altitude parachute-deployment. Hundreds of meters high in the sky, himself and Marguerite, twenty, jumped from the aircraft and plummeted towards the ground below. Marguerite had received a parachute that was damaged, unable to pull her shoot, Elias had managed to grab a hold of her waist and using all his muscle, he clung onto her as she pulled his parachute for him. They landed in a tree and remained stuck there until NCO's managed to get them down. From that experience, the duo had gained a bond.
Years would pass with excruciating training both physical and mental. They were given no mercy by those that trained them. War games would be played and the men and women would be peppered by stun rounds from one another. Three hundred candidates were organised into three teams for their last war game. Their leaders would be chosen as Olum, Vaal and Elias. As the youngest, they had to prove themselves the most. Elias had chosen Marguerite as his second-in-command. He led his group through the dense forest and came under siege by the joined forces of two-hundred men and women. His entire unit was routed, leaving only thirteen to survive from the stun rounds, Elias and Marguerite included. The moment his unit had been demolished, the two united groups turned on one another, causing mayhem as stun rounds shot in all directions. The thirteen had waited what would be six hours in the cold before they would emerge to find only stragglers of each team, slowly, using guerrilla tactics, they hunted them down and terminated them from the game with a spray of their guns.
The invasion of Druckenwell was to begin, but Elias was pulled from the Op. Months passed before he heard the fate of his fellow successful candidates during their mission. All lives lost. He remembers sitting in the conference room as two officers watched him with hawk eyes. The screen played a visual from a helmet. He watched as slowly unit cohesion was lost among the marines, they began to scatter. The helmet suddenly dipped left and slammed against the ground, the visual then corrected itself to appear the right way up. He saw it, Marguerite, she had begun to flee but a Knight had slammed a burst of force energy into her, sending her to crash against the hard pavement. Her visor was smashed to reveal her face, it was pure horror. A flash of green light, and she was gone. He had left that room quietly. Not a single sound.
A wave of emotions had crashed upon him that night. Together they had grown over the years, she was his best friend, his only friend. They jumped together, they were tested together, they survived together, they trained together. Now, never again, would they be together. Her corpse, melted by the plasma of a lightsaber on an enemy planet, beyond his reach. Elias was shipped off-world, receiving several recognitions during training. He was stationed as a Sergeant Major, the highest form a Non-Commisioned Officer could obtain.
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