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AGENT 288759
Name: Tiric Sar'andor
Faction: Galactic Alliance
Rank: Senior Agent
Unit(s):
Species: Human (Naboo)
Age: Late Twenties
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 169 lbs
Eyes: Dark Brown
Force Sensitive: No
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Training
Alliance Army Officer's Academy
- Small-Unit and Large Unit Tactics
Special Warfare Training Camp - Intelligence Academy
Gilad Pellaeon War College
Galactic Outdoor Survival School
+ Unorthodox
- Unpredictable
Appearance:
Tiric has been described by many as having a "scruffy" sort of look. He has close-cropped dirty blonde hair which he occassionaly transforms into a military-style buzzcut. His face seems to be somewhere between chiselled and angular, seeming to morph to either with different angles. Tiric always seems to sport a five o'clock shadow which has the potential but never seems to become a full beard. This adds to his "tired" sort of look as he seems to have perpetual eye bags. He has a thick sort of nose, but one of his more recognisable features is the trademark green Sar'andor eyes that he shares with his more famous cousin.
Tall, but not necessarily stockily built, he is lithe and lean, owing to his constant exercise. His slouching hasn't done him many favours as his mother used to warn him and he never really seems too imposing despite being slightly taller than average for a human male.
Tiric is very practical with his dress, sporting whatever the mission calls for. Not one for dressing casually or formally, he can usually be seen in a black jacket and cargo pants along with black boots that don't fit him, but he thinks makes him look good. When needed for a formal occasion he will wear a special black formal uniform with a rank plaque equivalent to an Army or Marine Captain. He also has cold-weather gear which includes a white parka with goggles and a balaclava. A beaten old brown cloak that he is rather fond of a good luck charm of shorts is also worn.
Biography:
Tiric was born on Naboo to middle-class intellectuals at Theed University, in the heart of the city. His father - an enterprising Professor of Anthropology and his mother, a keen Historian and Archivist seemed to be the perfect match for each other. For the first few years of life, Tiric was raised amongst books and the green of the University grounds, fully immersed in the Naboo culture and sheltered from a Galaxy that was cracking under the pressure.
After the fall of the Galactic Alliance and the erosion of civil order after the Confederate invasion, Tiric parents decided that it was best to leave Naboo - their roots and extended family included and make an exodus, along with many other refugee families to the central ecumenopolis of the Core, Coruscant. The journey was long and arduous, Tiric's father having to pull some strings to even get them onto a sub-par shuttle that would ferry them to the Core. After pirate attacks on the way, and a five year old Tiric becoming sick, they eventually made it.
Their previous qualifications allowed them to get cushy jobs that some might've even considered a step up from what they were previously working as. His mother managed to get a job as a Senior Archivist at the Galactic Museum and his father gained comfortable work as a Lecturer at the University of Coruscant. The two emphasised the importance of education and he was sent to school, along with having a tutor to catch up on lost knowledge.
A notoriously hyperactive young man, he would often skip his tutoring lessons to go adventuring with his school friends in Sector 943, also known as The Works. To the ire of the employees, a lot of his free time was spent climbing small buildings and mounds with his friends, always being careful not to get caught. He did surprisingly well at school, noted for his intelligence and proficiency for sports. Tiric was a four-time Champion Limmie Player for his school and later the Fibosi District Limmie Team. As a young player with an intelligent mind and eye for his studies, he dreamed of representing Coruscant in the Galactic Cup, contrary for his parents wishes for him to become a scientist.
When he was 16 however, his school was visited by a Recruiter for the Galactic Alliance Defense Force who explained what military life was all about. Enthralled, he considered joining when he was eligible to leave school at eighteen. His girlfriend ate the time, a female Devaronian named Taren, encouraged him to join as a way to escape the cycle of normalcy on Coruscant. Itching for adventure, he signed up to join, applying for the Alliance Army Officer's Academy System on Balmorra as an Officer Cadet. Initially off to a shaky start, he persevered and cemented himself as a talented cadet.
After graduation, he was made a Second Lieutenant and placed into the 5th Army Regiment. After distinguished service fighting bandits on the Alliance fringe-worlds and the Sith during the Imperial Civil War, he was offered a place in the newly-formed elite 76th Army Pathfinder's Regiment, lead by Sol Stazi. During a grace period before being sent to Balmorra to join the new unit, he completed a semester at the Galactic Outdoor Survival School where he majored in Hazardous Environments.
A well-trained survivalist, he was placed into the 99th Pathfinder Battalion's Eclipse Team as a First Lieutenant. He fought during their first official engagement on Generis where he helped relieve a regiment in New Imperial Space. Tiric was a part of the controversy on Ziost, and was one of the more prominent officers to stand firm with Captain Vullen despite the looming threat of court martial. He mourned the death of Dulcet on Ossus.
Tiric would be a member of the Honourable Sixty, a group of 60 officers and soldiers who were honourably discharged due to their actions on Ziost. He brevetted the rank of Captain before being cleared out of his offices on Balmorra. Out of work and out of luck, he would wander around Alliance Space working odd and colourful jobs as a mercenary, janitor, info broker, clerk and mechanic. The last of those would be the most fateful. While closing the mechanic shop late at night on the rotten, crime-ridden streets of Denon, he saw a group of men assault and attempt to rob a senior citizen.
Unable to keep away, he got involved and managed to subdue the group, sending them running with their tails between their legs. Unbeknownst to him, he was being watched. The next morning, as he was opening the shop for business, a being approached, calling themselves "Seeker". After a talk in their office, he was offered a position in the Special Operations Division of the newly formed Strategic Intelligence Agency. Craving the thrill of the fight, he joined in an instant, closing down the shop and offering it to the SIA as a front and safehouse.
He was given command of a small unit of SpecDiv commandos known thenceforth as Midnight Squadron or Midnight Team. During the opening of the Second Great Hyperspace War, Midnight Team would gain a reputation as being a very-closed doors organisation, Tiric exclusively recruiting from former Pathfinders, Marines and Commandos and some of the details of their missions being known only to the Director and Deputy Director. They would gain a fearsome reputation for efficiency as some of the Alliance's most clandestine forces. During grace periods, he would take Advanced Master's-Level courses at the Gilad Pellaeon War College and the Intelligence Academy's Special Warfare Training Camp. He would work as a Visiting Lecturer and Instructor at the Galactic Outdoor Survival School from time to time.
He is currently still serving in the aftermath of the war, helping to bring about the destruction of the Final Dawn, the New Sith and the Brotherhood of the Maw.
Ship:
JC-747 Nox-class Raider Corvette
ANS Ace of Spades
Kills:
Hopefully TBA
Roleplays:
Relations:
Cotan Sar'andor
- Cousin
Credit to
Kaska Arden
for temp
How far are you willing to go?
INTIALIZING..
OPENING PERSONNEL DOSSIER..
WARNING: UNAUTHORIZED ACCESSING OF THIS DOCUMENT MAKES YOU LIABLE TO PROSECUTION UNDER THE OFFICAL SECRETS ACT
PROCEED WITH CAUTION
AGENT 288759
Name: Tiric Sar'andor
Faction: Galactic Alliance
Rank: Senior Agent
Unit(s):
- Strategic Intelligence Agency
- Special Operations Division
- Midnight Team
Species: Human (Naboo)
Age: Late Twenties
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 169 lbs
Eyes: Dark Brown
Force Sensitive: No
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Training
Alliance Army Officer's Academy
- Small-Unit and Large Unit Tactics
- Basic Weapons Training
- Semi-Advanced Weapon's Training
- Basic Command Training
Special Warfare Training Camp - Intelligence Academy
- Basic Survival Training
- CQC Combat Training
- Special Tactics Training
- Infiltration Training
Gilad Pellaeon War College
- Advanced Command Training
- Advanced Intelligence Gathering Course
Galactic Outdoor Survival School
- Advanced Survival Course
- Hazardous Environments Training
+ Unorthodox
- Intelligent
- Good under pressure
- Weapon's Proficient
- Hazardous Environment Trained
- Unpredictable
- Disregard for authority
- Obsessive
- Mediocre Pilot
- Disregard for personal safety
Appearance:
Tiric has been described by many as having a "scruffy" sort of look. He has close-cropped dirty blonde hair which he occassionaly transforms into a military-style buzzcut. His face seems to be somewhere between chiselled and angular, seeming to morph to either with different angles. Tiric always seems to sport a five o'clock shadow which has the potential but never seems to become a full beard. This adds to his "tired" sort of look as he seems to have perpetual eye bags. He has a thick sort of nose, but one of his more recognisable features is the trademark green Sar'andor eyes that he shares with his more famous cousin.
Tall, but not necessarily stockily built, he is lithe and lean, owing to his constant exercise. His slouching hasn't done him many favours as his mother used to warn him and he never really seems too imposing despite being slightly taller than average for a human male.
Tiric is very practical with his dress, sporting whatever the mission calls for. Not one for dressing casually or formally, he can usually be seen in a black jacket and cargo pants along with black boots that don't fit him, but he thinks makes him look good. When needed for a formal occasion he will wear a special black formal uniform with a rank plaque equivalent to an Army or Marine Captain. He also has cold-weather gear which includes a white parka with goggles and a balaclava. A beaten old brown cloak that he is rather fond of a good luck charm of shorts is also worn.
Biography:
Tiric was born on Naboo to middle-class intellectuals at Theed University, in the heart of the city. His father - an enterprising Professor of Anthropology and his mother, a keen Historian and Archivist seemed to be the perfect match for each other. For the first few years of life, Tiric was raised amongst books and the green of the University grounds, fully immersed in the Naboo culture and sheltered from a Galaxy that was cracking under the pressure.
After the fall of the Galactic Alliance and the erosion of civil order after the Confederate invasion, Tiric parents decided that it was best to leave Naboo - their roots and extended family included and make an exodus, along with many other refugee families to the central ecumenopolis of the Core, Coruscant. The journey was long and arduous, Tiric's father having to pull some strings to even get them onto a sub-par shuttle that would ferry them to the Core. After pirate attacks on the way, and a five year old Tiric becoming sick, they eventually made it.
Their previous qualifications allowed them to get cushy jobs that some might've even considered a step up from what they were previously working as. His mother managed to get a job as a Senior Archivist at the Galactic Museum and his father gained comfortable work as a Lecturer at the University of Coruscant. The two emphasised the importance of education and he was sent to school, along with having a tutor to catch up on lost knowledge.
A notoriously hyperactive young man, he would often skip his tutoring lessons to go adventuring with his school friends in Sector 943, also known as The Works. To the ire of the employees, a lot of his free time was spent climbing small buildings and mounds with his friends, always being careful not to get caught. He did surprisingly well at school, noted for his intelligence and proficiency for sports. Tiric was a four-time Champion Limmie Player for his school and later the Fibosi District Limmie Team. As a young player with an intelligent mind and eye for his studies, he dreamed of representing Coruscant in the Galactic Cup, contrary for his parents wishes for him to become a scientist.
When he was 16 however, his school was visited by a Recruiter for the Galactic Alliance Defense Force who explained what military life was all about. Enthralled, he considered joining when he was eligible to leave school at eighteen. His girlfriend ate the time, a female Devaronian named Taren, encouraged him to join as a way to escape the cycle of normalcy on Coruscant. Itching for adventure, he signed up to join, applying for the Alliance Army Officer's Academy System on Balmorra as an Officer Cadet. Initially off to a shaky start, he persevered and cemented himself as a talented cadet.
After graduation, he was made a Second Lieutenant and placed into the 5th Army Regiment. After distinguished service fighting bandits on the Alliance fringe-worlds and the Sith during the Imperial Civil War, he was offered a place in the newly-formed elite 76th Army Pathfinder's Regiment, lead by Sol Stazi. During a grace period before being sent to Balmorra to join the new unit, he completed a semester at the Galactic Outdoor Survival School where he majored in Hazardous Environments.
A well-trained survivalist, he was placed into the 99th Pathfinder Battalion's Eclipse Team as a First Lieutenant. He fought during their first official engagement on Generis where he helped relieve a regiment in New Imperial Space. Tiric was a part of the controversy on Ziost, and was one of the more prominent officers to stand firm with Captain Vullen despite the looming threat of court martial. He mourned the death of Dulcet on Ossus.
Tiric would be a member of the Honourable Sixty, a group of 60 officers and soldiers who were honourably discharged due to their actions on Ziost. He brevetted the rank of Captain before being cleared out of his offices on Balmorra. Out of work and out of luck, he would wander around Alliance Space working odd and colourful jobs as a mercenary, janitor, info broker, clerk and mechanic. The last of those would be the most fateful. While closing the mechanic shop late at night on the rotten, crime-ridden streets of Denon, he saw a group of men assault and attempt to rob a senior citizen.
Unable to keep away, he got involved and managed to subdue the group, sending them running with their tails between their legs. Unbeknownst to him, he was being watched. The next morning, as he was opening the shop for business, a being approached, calling themselves "Seeker". After a talk in their office, he was offered a position in the Special Operations Division of the newly formed Strategic Intelligence Agency. Craving the thrill of the fight, he joined in an instant, closing down the shop and offering it to the SIA as a front and safehouse.
He was given command of a small unit of SpecDiv commandos known thenceforth as Midnight Squadron or Midnight Team. During the opening of the Second Great Hyperspace War, Midnight Team would gain a reputation as being a very-closed doors organisation, Tiric exclusively recruiting from former Pathfinders, Marines and Commandos and some of the details of their missions being known only to the Director and Deputy Director. They would gain a fearsome reputation for efficiency as some of the Alliance's most clandestine forces. During grace periods, he would take Advanced Master's-Level courses at the Gilad Pellaeon War College and the Intelligence Academy's Special Warfare Training Camp. He would work as a Visiting Lecturer and Instructor at the Galactic Outdoor Survival School from time to time.
He is currently still serving in the aftermath of the war, helping to bring about the destruction of the Final Dawn, the New Sith and the Brotherhood of the Maw.
Ship:
JC-747 Nox-class Raider Corvette
ANS Ace of Spades
Kills:
Hopefully TBA
Roleplays:
Relations:
Cotan Sar'andor
- Cousin Credit to
Kaska Arden
for temp
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