NAME: Maximus Stanforth
FACTION: Galactic Republic
RANK: Captain (Republic Army)
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 32
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6 foot 2
WEIGHT: 205
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Infantry Tactics
+Marksmanship
+ Hand to Hand Combat
+/- Average intelligence
+/- Average strength
- Drill Sgt Mentality
- Smoker
APPEARANCE:
Maximus Stanforth is never out of his favored Scout Trooper Armor unless absolutely required of him believing it to be nothing more than a second skin. His hair is short and wavy just short enough to make regulation but not by much. Unless on the battle field Maximus always has a cigar in his mouth puffing away on it as he speaks, walks, or pretty much does anything. His second most notable feature next to the cigar in his mouth would be the scar running down the left side of his face from the corner of his eye all the way down to the jaw line. His brown eyes hold the lifeless stare of a man who has seen and done way too much to even begin to process it all.
BIOGRAPHY:
Maximus is the soldier's soldier born and breed to be nothing more than a pain in the backside of everyone he meets on the battle field. His father was Soldier, his father's father was a soldier, heck if any one could remember that far back his father's father, father was probably a soldier. From the time he could walk Maximus was tossed into Hand to hand combat training, pushed through obstacle courses, and taught to use a rifle. While other children were playing with sticks Maximus was wielding a vibro blade. It was a fact that would have driven his mother mad as a rancor if she thought it would have done any good protesting.
When Maximus was 12 he was mentored by a former Military Academy Drill Instructor at the urging of his father and home schooled to prevent any interference with his training. Every day was spent training to be a soldier from sun up to sun down. At night it was another three hours spent in the books studying infantry tactics and military history.
By the age of 16 Maximus had a Rifle placed in his hands and drilled daily on breaking it down, cleaning, and putting it back together. Once he could in under ten minutes he was blindfolded and put through the paces again until he could do it in under ten minutes blind folded. It was around this time that Maximus was introduced to his first Vibro blade and found out first hand what being a knife dummy meant. Let's just say it was neither fun nor exciting.
At 18 Maximus was enrolled into his home planet's Best Military Academy to start the career his father had been grooming him for his entire life. To say Maximus was a kid on a play ground would be an understatement. To say he drove his fellow Cadets homicidal with the way he doggedly pushed his squads mates to be the best would be like saying the grass is green.
Graduating at 22 Maximus' father handed him a cigar gave him a pat on the back and sent him on his way. It was the first time his father had ever shown any pride in him and Maximus developed a taste for cigars from the very first one. Maximus' first assignment was as a Scout Trooper going forward recon for heavy artillery units. He would spend the first 4 years as a forward observer and spotter calling targets for fire missions and sending fire adjustment coordinates back to hone in on enemy positions.
When his was 25 Maximus was seriously wounded when the forward command post was overrun by enemy troops during a particularly brutal invasion. Maximus would receive a number of injuries most notably a scar running the length of his face. During his recovery Maximus spent some time as a Training Instructor teaching new graduates how to be proper soldiers. During that 3 year stretch Maximus taught close order drill, hand to hand, and infantry tactics. Once cleared for full duty again after his recovery Maximus was offer a secondary school to supplement the training and experience he already had as a soldier. Maximus readily took advantage of the chance spending another 4 years learning how to lead troops in battle.
At the ripe old age of 32 Maximus returns to the life he loves as a combat Soldier sticking it to the enemy.
SHIP:
If the Army wanted him to have a ship they would have issued him one.
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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