Graf's Archive Account
Character
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BASIC PROFILING
NAME: FN-3630, his real name is unknown even to him.
FACTION: The First Order
RANK: Sergeant
SPECIES: Humanoid
AGE: Unknown by now
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 1.9 meters
WEIGHT: 108.4 kilograms
EYES: Light Blue
HAIR: Dark Brown
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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ADVANCED PROFILING
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
[+] Military Trained: He has been trained from a very young age in combat and tactics, proving him a capable soldier.
[+] Expert Rifleman: FN-3630 has been using blaster rifles all his life, he has extensive knowledge of them.
[+] Loyal: His loyalty to the First Order is strong, it will not falter unless he dies.
[|] Novice Carbineer: He's not afraid to use blaster carbines, but he prefers rifles.
[|] Smartass: His snarky remarks will likely get him killed someday.
[|] The Military Equivalent of a Teen Driver: He got his walker license recently.
[-] Inexperienced Pilot: Give him the controls of a ship and see what happens.
[-] His skills with a blaster pistol: One day he'll take his eye out, one day.
APPEARANCE:
FN-3630 is tall, with a slightly above average height of 1.9 meters, he has a medium-sized athletic build, weighing 108.4 kilograms, his eye color is light blue, they are complimented by his dark brown hair that is always parted to the side when his helmet is off. He is almost always encased in a shell of advanced FO-01 Stormtrooper Armor and armed with a F-11D Blaster Rifle.
BIOGRAPHY:
Not much is known about FN-3630 before he was abducted from his family by the First Order, he was just a child like the rest of the stormtroopers. They had brought him to an unknown facility where he spent most of his life training in the arts of combat, strategy, and discipline. When he was six, he fired his first blaster, when he was eight, he operated his first vehicle, when he was ten, he flew his first starfighter (albeit very badly), when he was twelve, he left the facility for the first time, and so on.
When he was eighteen, he realized he was bred, raised, and trained for war, there was nothing peaceful about him, he was a cold-blooded killing machine on the battlefield, the only language he spoke there was violence, because he needs to survive, he needs to continue serving the First Order. By then, what he was before he was taken in by the First Order was irrelevant, his age, his origin, all useless.
And now, he has been deployed on his first mission, to the floating city of Ugnorgrad on the planet Bespin, to wipe out the Resistance and their Ugnaught supporters.
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MISCELLANEOUS
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
[Dominion] You Really Do Belong With Us, Here Among The Clouds [First Order Dominion of Bespin]