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[SIZE=18pt]Personnel Profile - Amsel, Rolf E.
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[SIZE=10.5pt]NAME: Amsel, Rolf E.[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]FACTION:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] First Order[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]RANK:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Major[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]SPECIES: Human
AGE:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] 28[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]SEX:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Male[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]HEIGHT:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] 182.88 cm/ 1.83 m (6' or 72 in)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]WEIGHT:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] ~ 79 kg[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]EYES:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Blue[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]HAIR:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Light Brown, Dirty Blonde[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]SKIN:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Fair[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]FORCE SENSITIVE:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Yes, Limited Potential[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Psychological Profile:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Adaptable: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. As such, Rolf has learned there is strength in flexibility. Being able to adapt to his situation has helped him in many situations both in and out of combat. Change to him is inevitable and he greets it with enthusiasm rather than loathing. This allows him to improvise in situations where others might flounder when their plans are ruined by circumstance. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Attention to Detail: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt] Rolf is precise. Whether that means a mistyped letter in an after-action report, or a weapon that’s not correctly calibrated, he tends to notice. This attention to the details has saved him from folly before, especially when it comes to reading strategy of an enemy. The smallest detail can be the undoing of an enemy’s plan.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Cool Under Fire: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt] Due to his analytical nature, Rolf has developed an overwhelming calm in stressful situations. His experiences as an enlisted soldier have tempered his judgement and he is able to operate well under high stress rather than shut down. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Zealous: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt] When he is committed to an idea or an action, it is difficult to dissuade him. He is a fanatic in all that he does, sometimes allowing him to overcome insurmountable odds. At other times, this can be a weakness if he lets it cloud his vision. If he is highly personally invested in something, he is likely to start losing focus on all but that objective, whatever it is. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Quick to Anger: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]When angered, Rolf becomes a different person. He is overcome by anger easily and it can cloud his judgement, causing him to make undue sacrifice to achieve his goals whether physical or otherwise in nature. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Untrained Force: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt] Rolf has never received Force training of any sort, and usually denies such abilities, preferring hide them and pass them off as innate skill. He can use his abilities, but they happen on their own more often than not when driven to extremes on either end of the spectrum. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]APPEARANCE:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Rolf stands tall at 1.8 meters, his light brown hair cropped short on the sides and kept long on top. He keeps his face clean shaven and is the epitome of military appearance. His boots are always shined and his awards are always aligned perfectly. He weighs around 79 kg. His eyes are a piercing blue.
BIOGRAPHY:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Rolf was originally born in a small mining colony on Lanteeb. It goes without being said that a mining colony is no place for a small child. Despite the rough environment, he made it through his early years without much in the way of excitement, learning all he could about the mining operation on the planet. The primary mineral extracted from the planet’s surface was Damotite, though mostly obsolete. As such the wages for working at the mine were pitiful, most families sharing a small dwelling, sometimes even 3 to a shelter. They were small, but having multiple families living under the same roof was beneficial for the young Rolf. Eventually, over time, the First Order claimed dominion over the planet of Lanteeb. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]At a young age, he began noticing strange things. Not like black cats following him or a shadow lurking over him, but he would notice things others didn’t. He could tell when something was about to fall or sometimes he would have déjà vu. Before he would be hurt, he’d see it play out before his eyes allowing him to adjust to avoid injury. It wasn’t something he could control, and it wasn’t something that happened every time, but when it did he learned to trust his instincts. Scared of what this meant, he kept it to himself, hiding it and disguising his abilities as skill or luck. As he continued to grow older, he noticed it more frequently. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Rolf had grown up, his entire life on Lanteeb until the age of 22, enlisting as a soldier with the First Order, unable to resist the allure of escaping the life of a miner. He did well, the several years of hard mining work keeping him in shape. He wasn’t particularly well fed, so the life of a First Order soldier was more of an upgrade than he’d been used to. Sure the life was hard, rules, regulations, and learning everything quickly, but he’d always been a quick study. His innate force abilities allowed him to strive in the life of a soldier, able to push much harder than his peers and giving him increased attention to details that others might have overlooked. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Throughout his training he’d come to distinguish himself, adapting to situations much faster than his peers. Rolf was able to think on his feet. During the combat maneuvers training, he was able to develop solid but flexible plans, often allowing him to adjust as the situation progressed, adapting to fit the new situation even if an enemy did not react how they were anticipated to or if variables changed. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Now, his training complete, he has served with the First Order, though he has yet to prove himself in true combat. He hopes to rectify that in short order, though only time will tell if he will rise through the ranks, or get left in the dust, crushed beneath the heel of a more ambitious soldier.
SHIP:[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]KILLS:[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]BOUNTIES COLLECTED:[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]ROLE-PLAYS:[/SIZE]
Among the Dead (FO Dominion of the Dead Nebula and Vortusa) - Construction of Space Station near Dead Nebula & Training Facility Testing
Progenies of Asymetric Warfare (FO Dominion of Zarnathea Hex) - Root out anti-FO resistance fighters by force.
