“The hissing of pistons, the whine of servos, armor-shod feet rhythmically stomping, weighed down by the brute power of the railgun. All of these were things he enjoyed.”
- Brigador by Bradley Buckmaster
NAME: Loros Kalaric
FACTION: New Imperial Order | Armored Assault Corps
RANK: Corporal
SPECIES: Rishii
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5 ft
WEIGHT: 90 lb
EYES: Red outer, white iris.
PLUMAGE: Redwood
SKIN: Fetid pink.
FORCE SENSITIVE: No.
STRENGTHS
WALKER WARRIOR
GLEE TO THE END
MIXED
DARING
WEAKNESSES
WILD CARD
ATTENTION SEEKER
BIOGRAPHY:
There’s very little in the way that gets Loros’ blood burning to a fever pitch than the hum of a walker’s engines powering up. The churning of it’s legs as it tears through foliage after it’s prey. The screaming of it’s powerful cannons ripping through the hillside.
Besides, of course, the thrill of the field itself. The sense of comradery, and the call to action.
Pulled to the service for a sense of belonging, Loros has been nothing besides an absolute mistake ever since he made his way into the armored corps. His voice booming through channels, shouts and revelry. Generally? More focused on having a good time then anything else. Though his passion, desire to win and protect the infantry, is what has propelled him so far into the rankings of military power. Despite being someone that should’ve been trapped inside of an endless dead end as a private.
PERSONALITY:
PROTECTIVE | GALLANT | WARM
EQUIPMENT:
Imperial Strike Force Combat Armor Mk. I
VEHICLE CERTIFICATIONS:
TXT AT-MPT 01x | TXT AT-SAT 01x
KILLS:
NA
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
NA
ROLE-PLAYS:
Where Eagles Dare | Dominion of Oben | NIO
Onward | Dominion of Ord Thoden | NIO
- Brigador by Bradley Buckmaster
NAME: Loros Kalaric
FACTION: New Imperial Order | Armored Assault Corps
RANK: Corporal
SPECIES: Rishii
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5 ft
WEIGHT: 90 lb
EYES: Red outer, white iris.
PLUMAGE: Redwood
SKIN: Fetid pink.
FORCE SENSITIVE: No.
STRENGTHS
WALKER WARRIOR
GLEE TO THE END
MIXED
DARING
WEAKNESSES
WILD CARD
ATTENTION SEEKER
BIOGRAPHY:
There’s very little in the way that gets Loros’ blood burning to a fever pitch than the hum of a walker’s engines powering up. The churning of it’s legs as it tears through foliage after it’s prey. The screaming of it’s powerful cannons ripping through the hillside.
Besides, of course, the thrill of the field itself. The sense of comradery, and the call to action.
Pulled to the service for a sense of belonging, Loros has been nothing besides an absolute mistake ever since he made his way into the armored corps. His voice booming through channels, shouts and revelry. Generally? More focused on having a good time then anything else. Though his passion, desire to win and protect the infantry, is what has propelled him so far into the rankings of military power. Despite being someone that should’ve been trapped inside of an endless dead end as a private.
PERSONALITY:
PROTECTIVE | GALLANT | WARM
EQUIPMENT:
Imperial Strike Force Combat Armor Mk. I
VEHICLE CERTIFICATIONS:
TXT AT-MPT 01x | TXT AT-SAT 01x
KILLS:
NA
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
NA
ROLE-PLAYS:
Where Eagles Dare | Dominion of Oben | NIO
Onward | Dominion of Ord Thoden | NIO
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