Larry Cheswa
Second In Command of Sibar Laval. First Order
NAME: Larry Cheswa, also known as LRY-267
FACTION: First Order
RANK: Commando Trooper
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 21
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5ft 3in
WEIGHT: 140 lb
EYES: blue
HAIR: brown
SKIN: pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes, but is not trained at all
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STRENGTHS: strong, born leader, is stealthy
WEAKNESSES: doesnt think about consequences, is usually boastfull and proud
APPEARANCE:
normal guy, has a scar on his arm
BIOGRAPHY: One day in a small town in the outer reaches if Wild Space, a man named Larry Cheswa was molded into one of the many numbers of the First Order, he joined for one reason, revenge. Revenge on the Republic that killed his parents when he was five during a war on his home planet. He was taken in by a small group of solders from the First Order called the 11th Incinerator Squad that survived that battle, and was raised as one of them. He questioned no orders, he fought valiantly, and became one of the best soldiers they had ever seen. He had so many scars and scrapes from his battles there was no way to count them all. He was trained in a variety of weapons, but preferred the company of an E-11 Battle Rifle, standard of the First Order, and a pair of vibroblade knives that he eared by killing an assassin, and a First Order flamethrower. He eventually earned the rank of Commando Captain after his many missions, and had almost one-hundred confirmed kills over his brief but prosperous career. One day he was walking to the mess hall, "Larry! How are ya?" A solder said, his tag read WEC-713, "Im fine, did you hear the news?" I said. Wec, as we called him replied, "Yep, the dominion was a great success! Ye got em good!" BOOM! The starship shuddered, "We have a boarding party coming in hot, LRY, get your shiny armored butt in the command room." Officer Reot said over the communications system. I ran up to the bridge command room, "Larry, when are you going to update your armor, that old Imperial armor is out of date." I replied, "Its fine with me, I've modified it so much it is pretty much the same as the rest." BOOM! Another torpedo hit the ship, "Preparing jump to hyperspace." An officer said. Just then we jumped to hyperspace, toward the home base. "That was a close call, we will have to report this." Officer Reot said. I replied, "Even if we did have to fight them, they wouldn't have stood a chance against me." I said cracking my knuckles. I walked back to the mess hall, picked up a bowl of soup, and sat and waited to jump out of hyperspace. We jump out of hyperspace at Starkiller Base. The starship lands in a docking bay, and I take a speeder to the 11th Incinerator Squad's Base. "Ahh, home sweet home." I say as I walk over to the dorms, and walk in the dorms.
SHIP: Dark greed painted TIE Interceptor (new age)
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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FACTION: First Order
RANK: Commando Trooper
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 21
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5ft 3in
WEIGHT: 140 lb
EYES: blue
HAIR: brown
SKIN: pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes, but is not trained at all
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STRENGTHS: strong, born leader, is stealthy
WEAKNESSES: doesnt think about consequences, is usually boastfull and proud
APPEARANCE:
normal guy, has a scar on his arm
BIOGRAPHY: One day in a small town in the outer reaches if Wild Space, a man named Larry Cheswa was molded into one of the many numbers of the First Order, he joined for one reason, revenge. Revenge on the Republic that killed his parents when he was five during a war on his home planet. He was taken in by a small group of solders from the First Order called the 11th Incinerator Squad that survived that battle, and was raised as one of them. He questioned no orders, he fought valiantly, and became one of the best soldiers they had ever seen. He had so many scars and scrapes from his battles there was no way to count them all. He was trained in a variety of weapons, but preferred the company of an E-11 Battle Rifle, standard of the First Order, and a pair of vibroblade knives that he eared by killing an assassin, and a First Order flamethrower. He eventually earned the rank of Commando Captain after his many missions, and had almost one-hundred confirmed kills over his brief but prosperous career. One day he was walking to the mess hall, "Larry! How are ya?" A solder said, his tag read WEC-713, "Im fine, did you hear the news?" I said. Wec, as we called him replied, "Yep, the dominion was a great success! Ye got em good!" BOOM! The starship shuddered, "We have a boarding party coming in hot, LRY, get your shiny armored butt in the command room." Officer Reot said over the communications system. I ran up to the bridge command room, "Larry, when are you going to update your armor, that old Imperial armor is out of date." I replied, "Its fine with me, I've modified it so much it is pretty much the same as the rest." BOOM! Another torpedo hit the ship, "Preparing jump to hyperspace." An officer said. Just then we jumped to hyperspace, toward the home base. "That was a close call, we will have to report this." Officer Reot said. I replied, "Even if we did have to fight them, they wouldn't have stood a chance against me." I said cracking my knuckles. I walked back to the mess hall, picked up a bowl of soup, and sat and waited to jump out of hyperspace. We jump out of hyperspace at Starkiller Base. The starship lands in a docking bay, and I take a speeder to the 11th Incinerator Squad's Base. "Ahh, home sweet home." I say as I walk over to the dorms, and walk in the dorms.
SHIP: Dark greed painted TIE Interceptor (new age)
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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