"Reaper"

["Reaper"]

"You must not fight too often with one enemy, or you will teach him all your art of war."​

-Napoleon Bonaparte-​

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::The Galactic Empire Data Base::​

*Designation Code: TK-0913
*Nickname: "Reaper"
*Faction: The Galactic Empire
*Rank: Private
*Species: Human Krant
*Age: 21
*Sex: Male
*Height: 6'3"
*Weight: 225 lbs.
*Eyes: Brown
*Hair: N/A
*Skin: Caucasian
*Force Sensitive: No


Strengths:

*Marksmen: From the time he could hold a blaster, his Father trained him rigorously. There isn't anything he can't hit. He lives by a daily routine that finds him on the shooting range, always looking to improve on his marksmanship.

*Tracker: Growing up on Krant, he learned to track via hunting for food; and for sport.

*Demolitions: A recent addition to his repertoire, he spent numerous hours learning about the various explosive devices finding which ordnance best suits the situation.

*Survivalist: He knows how to survive, utilizing what the landscape offers up to his needs.


Weakness:

*Isolation: He prefers to not only be alone, but work alone. Rarely does he make friends, and those he does associate with is done at arm's length.

*Attitude: It can be said that he is poorly built in terms of attitude. He can be rude, brash, condescending, and down right a blight to be around.

*Insubordinate: He struggles with following orders from commanders he deems unworthy to lead him. This has led to a long file of reprimands and punishments.



Gear:

SMG: E-13 "The Widowmaker IV

 

["Reaper"]

Biography​

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Chapter 1: In The Beginning


Born Kel Jarka on the planet of Krant, I grew up with my parents living as paupers deep in one of the numerous forests. Without limited ways to acquire credits, my Father and I hunted the woods; tracking wild game both for food, clothing, and selling certain types of hides to the local trading post to earn any credits. It was through these daily rituals that I learned the art of surviving; and grow into the marksmen I am today.

When I was fourteen, my Mother had grown ill and eventually passed away. My Father had never recovered from losing her, and he fell into a heavy depression state. It was up to me to take care of my Father, whom began to slip away from reality. It was then that I grew isolated from him, and other people (though my dealings with others were already limited) and my attitude began to birth itself.

After my Father died when I was seventeen, I lived as a hermit until the Galactic Empire claimed Krant. Upon reaching my eighteenth birthday, I enlisted in the army and was assigned to the Stormtrooper corps. Sent to a hidden training academy, I spent two years in basic training and learning military tactics; which led me to discover demolitions. After graduating the Academy, I was then assigned to a battalion and squad. My attitude led to me being insubordinate, questioning orders I personally felt where pointless or effective or lacked common sense.

 

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[Mako Suruzashi]

you misspelled your nickname

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[Mako Suruzashi]

and the way your subaccount is, we cannot mention you