Post by Xyl'an on Dec 18, 2012 21:30:05 GMT -5
Xyl'an Tua'diran Character Worksheet
Physical Description:
Name:Xyl’an Tua’diran
Phonetic Name: Zill-ahn
Species: Lethan Twi'lek
Gender: Male
Age: 30 (Galactic Standard)
Hair: None
Eyes: Deep Violet
Skin Tone/Complexion: Red
Height: 6'
Weight: 200 lbs
Scars: Scars all over the right side of his face.
Tattoos: Black markings on face and headtails.
Build: Athletic
Left/Right Handed: Right
Commonly Worn Clothing: Advanced Republic Trooper Infantry Officer Armor.
Background:Xyl’an was born on Ryloth. They were born to parents who
were members of a rare group that did not accept slavery as an answer, but were too poor to do anything to advance the family, and so were constantly on the move to avoid slavers. Xyl’an was old enough to remember much of their time on the run. The running, hiding, and staying one step ahead of those who would willingly ruin their lives for credits.
Being part of a faction that was always on the run and living with the bare necessities, and being unrecognized by the government meant they could never earn enough to get off planet. Sometimes they even hid on the “dark side” of Ryloth in the extreme low temperatures just long enough for the slavers to pass. Xyl’an learned his leadership and daring from his father, the unofficial leader of this rag tag band. When Xyl’an was 12, his mother died. Whether it was because of the extreme conditions of their existence or that she had just given up the spirit to go on, he would never know. His father, grief stricken, had lost the will to continue. His last act, to keep his sons from slavery, was to give him and his little brother Ryl'an to a passing Mandalorian Band to keep.
The next few years Xyl’an learned small unit tactics, and the iron will common in the Mando culture. Xyl’an, physically smaller than his baby brother now, learned to be meaner. The runt of a litter must always have the worst bite, lest it continue to be picked on, and so it was with Xyl’an. Xyl’an and his brother were rarely parted, and so it was that their final patrol with the Mandalorians would keep them together.
A small easy raid was planned on an Imperial target. The plan was simple, go in, clean out the equipment, weapons, medicine, and anything else of use, and silence the outpost to allow a larger Mando host to pass through. However it was not a small squad they were going against as their intelligence had led them to believe, but a platoon sized element.
In the shootout that followed all of the squad but Xyl’an and Ryl’an were killed. The Imperial forces, not knowing they were only facing a squad sized element that was now only two individuals left, allowed terms. Drop weapons and come out and they would be taken in, continue to fight and they would be burned out. Xyl’an’s face was already a mess. Shrapnel and debris had peppered his face leaving him with heavy scars he would carry with pride for the rest of his days. Ryl’an was largely untouched though he suffered minor scrapes and burns. Xyl’an wanted to keep fighting, but Ryl’an would not have it, so they walked out. The interrogations would not be kind, and it would not be the last time for either of them.
Throughout the course of their interrogations they were kept separated and secluded. Xyl’an proved to be as hard headed as he was quick on his feet. It was like torturing a statue. Ryl’an was the more sly of the two and half the time interrogators left the room wondering who really just interrogated who?
In the end, Imperial forces approached it another way. Join the Imperial Legions and they would be absolved of all crimes and recognized as citizens of the Empire. You get more with a spoon of sugar than you do with a spoon of salt. They both agreed.
Xyl’an was commissioned as an officer in the Imperial Infantry, his knowledge of Mando small tactics and leadership style made him an exemplary Imperial Officer. Ryl’an was a different story. His ability to control any situation and quickly adapt made him coveted by the Imperial Intelligence, and so for the first time the brothers were split.
Xyl’an would maintain contact with his brother even as their assignments sent them to opposite sides of the galaxy at times. Xyl’an progressed through the ranks through his conduct on the battlefield and the effects he had on any given unit. The various units Xyl’an commanded always achieved higher kill to death ratios than any other Imperial unit even when outnumbered at times. Xyl’an came to be leaned on more and more and had larger units with even worse odds.
But Xyl’an was a Twi’lek, and as such was never allowed to promote to the top ranks that both his record and his ability deserved. However, this never really bothered him, all he ever cared about was his men.
Xyl’an was conducting operations in deep Republic space when the message came across his terminal:
“Classified: Top handling only: Agent Tua’diran has directly compromised Imperial Forces in all Republic Sectors. Apprehend immediately if operating in your area of responsibility. Send to Dromund Kaas for questioning.”
Xyl’an shook his head, this would not be allowed to happen. Gathering his men, Xyl’an briefed them on their new mission. “We are to apprehend an Imperial Agent, and turn him over to the Republic as part of a probe we are performing. I have always done everything I could for you, our numbers and records speak to that effect. Now I need but one thing from you… volunteers.”
And so it was that the greatest Imperial Mutiny, (though the men were not even aware of that this was a mutiny) came to pass. Xyl’an and his division held half of a sector against Republic and Imperial (under the ruse that the OTHER Imperial forces were going against orders), and Xyl’an ‘captured’ his brother. He radioed the closest Republic Capital ship, and broadcast his ship’s signature. With a promise of “One highly decorated Imperial Officer and one of the Empire’s best agents” on the contingency that he and his brother receive diplomatic immunity, and all his men are released to return to their lines, he would give all the information he possessed that did not directly affect the men under his command.
The Republic accepted. Xyl’an and Ryl’an were once again interrogated. Ryl’an was honestly unaware of what was going on, and why he was extracted from a very important mission. Xyl’an on the other hand, was taken to a room of Jedi who interrogated him. Finding that he did what he had done because he believed his brother in danger, and that he truly intended to defect, they cleared his record and allowed him a commission into the Republic Army.
Birthplace: Ryloth
Named For/After: unknown
Childhood: Spent on the run from slavers.
Parents: Dyl’an and Oola Tua’diran
Sibling: Ryl’an
Result of Childhood: Learned to put his family before anything else.
Spouse/Lover: None
Children: None
Spoken Languages: Ryl, Mando, Basic
Written Languages: Basic
Favorite Uttered Saying: “Let’s do this.”
Drinks: Rarely in public
Smokes: No
Favorite Foods: Unknown
Favorite Drinks: Unknown
Speech quirks: None
Personality Qualities: Places his family above all else.
Personality Flaws: unknown
Profession: Soldier
Skill Sets: Knowledge of all small arms, small unit tactics, large conventional army tactics, deployment of military kinetic effects ranging from artillery to armada batteries.
Hobbies: Training, reading, cleaning and familiarizing himself with any new small arms.
Religious Beliefs: None, but follows the Resol'nare.
Motivations/Emotions: He is motivated by his sense of Honor and Glory, and by his willingness to keep his brother safe at all costs.
Primary Drive (What makes your character go?): The Resol'nare.
How Does Your Character Deal With Certain Emotions? He does well with all “hard” emotions, but does not show a softer side well.
What drives them to certain emotions?
Love: Unknown
Happiness: Time off, reading his military history, and cleaning his weaponry.
Lust: Though a rare situation, seeing females train (physical conditioning, or sparring)
Anger: Seeing good troops slack off, seeing thugs claim to be “Mandalorian”.
Hate: Anyone who tries to harm him or his family
Fear: To find himself lacking on a battlefield, or being in a situation he can’t control or manipulate
Sadness: Unknown.
Way of Things:
Fight/Flight/Panic: His flight and panic triggers are broken. He will fight until he can’t anymore, and then whatever happens is out of his hands.
Sassy/Casual/Cold: Professional to the point of being cold
Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert.
Calm/Eccentric: Calm
Alcoholic/Sober: Sober
Social/Reserved: Reserved
Lover/Fighter: A fighter.
Physical Description:
Name:Xyl’an Tua’diran
Phonetic Name: Zill-ahn
Species: Lethan Twi'lek
Gender: Male
Age: 30 (Galactic Standard)
Hair: None
Eyes: Deep Violet
Skin Tone/Complexion: Red
Height: 6'
Weight: 200 lbs
Scars: Scars all over the right side of his face.
Tattoos: Black markings on face and headtails.
Build: Athletic
Left/Right Handed: Right
Commonly Worn Clothing: Advanced Republic Trooper Infantry Officer Armor.
Background:Xyl’an was born on Ryloth. They were born to parents who
were members of a rare group that did not accept slavery as an answer, but were too poor to do anything to advance the family, and so were constantly on the move to avoid slavers. Xyl’an was old enough to remember much of their time on the run. The running, hiding, and staying one step ahead of those who would willingly ruin their lives for credits.
Being part of a faction that was always on the run and living with the bare necessities, and being unrecognized by the government meant they could never earn enough to get off planet. Sometimes they even hid on the “dark side” of Ryloth in the extreme low temperatures just long enough for the slavers to pass. Xyl’an learned his leadership and daring from his father, the unofficial leader of this rag tag band. When Xyl’an was 12, his mother died. Whether it was because of the extreme conditions of their existence or that she had just given up the spirit to go on, he would never know. His father, grief stricken, had lost the will to continue. His last act, to keep his sons from slavery, was to give him and his little brother Ryl'an to a passing Mandalorian Band to keep.
The next few years Xyl’an learned small unit tactics, and the iron will common in the Mando culture. Xyl’an, physically smaller than his baby brother now, learned to be meaner. The runt of a litter must always have the worst bite, lest it continue to be picked on, and so it was with Xyl’an. Xyl’an and his brother were rarely parted, and so it was that their final patrol with the Mandalorians would keep them together.
A small easy raid was planned on an Imperial target. The plan was simple, go in, clean out the equipment, weapons, medicine, and anything else of use, and silence the outpost to allow a larger Mando host to pass through. However it was not a small squad they were going against as their intelligence had led them to believe, but a platoon sized element.
In the shootout that followed all of the squad but Xyl’an and Ryl’an were killed. The Imperial forces, not knowing they were only facing a squad sized element that was now only two individuals left, allowed terms. Drop weapons and come out and they would be taken in, continue to fight and they would be burned out. Xyl’an’s face was already a mess. Shrapnel and debris had peppered his face leaving him with heavy scars he would carry with pride for the rest of his days. Ryl’an was largely untouched though he suffered minor scrapes and burns. Xyl’an wanted to keep fighting, but Ryl’an would not have it, so they walked out. The interrogations would not be kind, and it would not be the last time for either of them.
Throughout the course of their interrogations they were kept separated and secluded. Xyl’an proved to be as hard headed as he was quick on his feet. It was like torturing a statue. Ryl’an was the more sly of the two and half the time interrogators left the room wondering who really just interrogated who?
In the end, Imperial forces approached it another way. Join the Imperial Legions and they would be absolved of all crimes and recognized as citizens of the Empire. You get more with a spoon of sugar than you do with a spoon of salt. They both agreed.
Xyl’an was commissioned as an officer in the Imperial Infantry, his knowledge of Mando small tactics and leadership style made him an exemplary Imperial Officer. Ryl’an was a different story. His ability to control any situation and quickly adapt made him coveted by the Imperial Intelligence, and so for the first time the brothers were split.
Xyl’an would maintain contact with his brother even as their assignments sent them to opposite sides of the galaxy at times. Xyl’an progressed through the ranks through his conduct on the battlefield and the effects he had on any given unit. The various units Xyl’an commanded always achieved higher kill to death ratios than any other Imperial unit even when outnumbered at times. Xyl’an came to be leaned on more and more and had larger units with even worse odds.
But Xyl’an was a Twi’lek, and as such was never allowed to promote to the top ranks that both his record and his ability deserved. However, this never really bothered him, all he ever cared about was his men.
Xyl’an was conducting operations in deep Republic space when the message came across his terminal:
“Classified: Top handling only: Agent Tua’diran has directly compromised Imperial Forces in all Republic Sectors. Apprehend immediately if operating in your area of responsibility. Send to Dromund Kaas for questioning.”
Xyl’an shook his head, this would not be allowed to happen. Gathering his men, Xyl’an briefed them on their new mission. “We are to apprehend an Imperial Agent, and turn him over to the Republic as part of a probe we are performing. I have always done everything I could for you, our numbers and records speak to that effect. Now I need but one thing from you… volunteers.”
And so it was that the greatest Imperial Mutiny, (though the men were not even aware of that this was a mutiny) came to pass. Xyl’an and his division held half of a sector against Republic and Imperial (under the ruse that the OTHER Imperial forces were going against orders), and Xyl’an ‘captured’ his brother. He radioed the closest Republic Capital ship, and broadcast his ship’s signature. With a promise of “One highly decorated Imperial Officer and one of the Empire’s best agents” on the contingency that he and his brother receive diplomatic immunity, and all his men are released to return to their lines, he would give all the information he possessed that did not directly affect the men under his command.
The Republic accepted. Xyl’an and Ryl’an were once again interrogated. Ryl’an was honestly unaware of what was going on, and why he was extracted from a very important mission. Xyl’an on the other hand, was taken to a room of Jedi who interrogated him. Finding that he did what he had done because he believed his brother in danger, and that he truly intended to defect, they cleared his record and allowed him a commission into the Republic Army.
Birthplace: Ryloth
Named For/After: unknown
Childhood: Spent on the run from slavers.
Parents: Dyl’an and Oola Tua’diran
Sibling: Ryl’an
Result of Childhood: Learned to put his family before anything else.
Spouse/Lover: None
Children: None
Spoken Languages: Ryl, Mando, Basic
Written Languages: Basic
Favorite Uttered Saying: “Let’s do this.”
Drinks: Rarely in public
Smokes: No
Favorite Foods: Unknown
Favorite Drinks: Unknown
Speech quirks: None
Personality Qualities: Places his family above all else.
Personality Flaws: unknown
Profession: Soldier
Skill Sets: Knowledge of all small arms, small unit tactics, large conventional army tactics, deployment of military kinetic effects ranging from artillery to armada batteries.
Hobbies: Training, reading, cleaning and familiarizing himself with any new small arms.
Religious Beliefs: None, but follows the Resol'nare.
Motivations/Emotions: He is motivated by his sense of Honor and Glory, and by his willingness to keep his brother safe at all costs.
Primary Drive (What makes your character go?): The Resol'nare.
How Does Your Character Deal With Certain Emotions? He does well with all “hard” emotions, but does not show a softer side well.
What drives them to certain emotions?
Love: Unknown
Happiness: Time off, reading his military history, and cleaning his weaponry.
Lust: Though a rare situation, seeing females train (physical conditioning, or sparring)
Anger: Seeing good troops slack off, seeing thugs claim to be “Mandalorian”.
Hate: Anyone who tries to harm him or his family
Fear: To find himself lacking on a battlefield, or being in a situation he can’t control or manipulate
Sadness: Unknown.
Way of Things:
Fight/Flight/Panic: His flight and panic triggers are broken. He will fight until he can’t anymore, and then whatever happens is out of his hands.
Sassy/Casual/Cold: Professional to the point of being cold
Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert.
Calm/Eccentric: Calm
Alcoholic/Sober: Sober
Social/Reserved: Reserved
Lover/Fighter: A fighter.