Post by Mr. Slender on Apr 8, 2016 20:18:48 GMT -5
Name: Vrei Zanedi (IM-4537/A)
Species: Human
Faction: Galactic Empire (Stormtrooper Corps)
Rank: Private (Stormsurgeon)
Age: 21
Height: 2.0m
Weight: 79.1kg
Image:
The Bro Beneath The Helmet
Appearance:
Contrary to his alabaster armor, Vrei is a young man of naturally tan completion, not unlike the lovely sand of Garqi. His hair is normally a shaggy ebony mane kept around neck length, but can vary greatly depending on the situation. When off world brass show up he cuts it down to a buzz cut, and when feeling bored will make it a Mohawk to spice up the monotony. Facial hair is something that never really changes, with the trooper keeping it scruffy but short around his jawline, up into a soul patch, along with a thin mustache. Vrei has noticeably large and bushy eyebrows that really seem to dominate his facial plane, especially with their typical irritated furrow. Though typically hidden under his armor, the trooper is quite hairy on his forearms, legs, chest and just about everywhere but his back. Not full on ape levels, but Chuck Norris would be proud.
Going back to Vrei's face, he looks closer to thirty than twenty one overall. The sour scowl of disinterest and ill will he's worn since before his first beard does most of the work in that regard, helped by darkened flesh from sleep deprivation around his piercing eyes. A few shallow scars running diagonally across his face added to his rugged appearance as well. To some he appears to be tall, dark and handsome, to others just a moody bastard. Both are kind of correct. Body wise the trooper is similar to most stormies; toned yet with a slender profile overall. Vrei would have nice six pack abs, if a massive scar nearly bisecting him didn't sorta ruin their glory.
While on duty Vrei's appearance is only different from other stormies by the addition of a red pauldron on his left shoulder to indicate his specialty, although he very rarely actually wears it. However, he does always take his reinforced back pack full of medical supplies everywhere with him on patrols and the like. When off duty the trooper doesn't usually bother with wearing anything but swim trunks and sandals, occasionally with the addition of sunglasses or the odd tank top. The Empire obviously provides full surgical scrubs and protective gear for emergency surgeries, but he's never had to use any of them before.
Personality:
Vrei is one of the most morose motherfuckers in the galaxy, able to drain the fun out of any situation with a barbed quip or blunt statement. Life seems to have dealt him a bad hand, so he feels no need to be civil or even polite to anyone who isn't capable of having him court martialed, or delivering his takeout. That being said, the trooper tends to keep to himself and forsake the company of his squad mates and the general population, so it's really the person's fault they got their ass chewed if they provoke him. Honestly, Vrei making time to track you down for his own brand of verbal and emotional torture is a surefire sign that something is deeply troubling him.
Most of the trooper's aura of quiet desperation stems for an overwhelming sense of inadequacy he feels after all the failures he's endure, most recently his Imperial service. Three years ago Vrei literally wouldn't have even believed he'd be a soldier in the Empire, and even now he's not very proud of how he ended up with this job. Worse still, he feels even his chances for career advancement are nonexistence. The trooper can't even find solace in the fact he is a very good medic, given the stories of being a quack and a butcher that seem to follow him everywhere. He answers to the unfortunate nickname of "Stitches" from his peers, and will go so far as telling people to call him that in lieu of Vrei, but really finds it demeaning.
To keep himself sane Vrei has taken advantage of Garqi's climate to do a large amount of gardening in his free time. He openly tended to several potted trees and some flowering vines that used to grow along the walls of the barracks, but only possesses one small sapling now. Using several species using Mycelium from his home planet the trooper has grown hundreds of mushrooms ranging from edible to psychoactive; although, area restraints have forced him to dial that back to only four dozen or so specimens from the latter category. Besides the money made from peddling them to his fellow soldiers and a few civilians, Vrei uses the majority of his product to chemically cut through the disgust and monotony of his life with mind-blowing hallucinogenic journeys.
Once upon a time Vrei wanted to be a surgeon or a scientist when he grew up; he's since settled for knowing how to put a dying being back together and the names of the hallucinogens his primary mushrooms have inside them. Medical tests and experiments in general are an interesting topic of his. To that end, the trooper is very well read in the realm of medical breakthroughs and effective homeopathic treatments. Beyond the paltry training he received with the military, Vrei has
While used less often than his regular means to dull the pain, the trooper is an active member of the alcohol and anti-depressants crowd of the Imperial military.
Lastly, his favorite meal is shaved bantha meat on a bed of fries with spicy sauce.
History:
Miscellaneous Crap:
Species: Human
Faction: Galactic Empire (Stormtrooper Corps)
Rank: Private (Stormsurgeon)
Age: 21
Height: 2.0m
Weight: 79.1kg
Image:
The Bro Beneath The Helmet
Appearance:
Contrary to his alabaster armor, Vrei is a young man of naturally tan completion, not unlike the lovely sand of Garqi. His hair is normally a shaggy ebony mane kept around neck length, but can vary greatly depending on the situation. When off world brass show up he cuts it down to a buzz cut, and when feeling bored will make it a Mohawk to spice up the monotony. Facial hair is something that never really changes, with the trooper keeping it scruffy but short around his jawline, up into a soul patch, along with a thin mustache. Vrei has noticeably large and bushy eyebrows that really seem to dominate his facial plane, especially with their typical irritated furrow. Though typically hidden under his armor, the trooper is quite hairy on his forearms, legs, chest and just about everywhere but his back. Not full on ape levels, but Chuck Norris would be proud.
Going back to Vrei's face, he looks closer to thirty than twenty one overall. The sour scowl of disinterest and ill will he's worn since before his first beard does most of the work in that regard, helped by darkened flesh from sleep deprivation around his piercing eyes. A few shallow scars running diagonally across his face added to his rugged appearance as well. To some he appears to be tall, dark and handsome, to others just a moody bastard. Both are kind of correct. Body wise the trooper is similar to most stormies; toned yet with a slender profile overall. Vrei would have nice six pack abs, if a massive scar nearly bisecting him didn't sorta ruin their glory.
While on duty Vrei's appearance is only different from other stormies by the addition of a red pauldron on his left shoulder to indicate his specialty, although he very rarely actually wears it. However, he does always take his reinforced back pack full of medical supplies everywhere with him on patrols and the like. When off duty the trooper doesn't usually bother with wearing anything but swim trunks and sandals, occasionally with the addition of sunglasses or the odd tank top. The Empire obviously provides full surgical scrubs and protective gear for emergency surgeries, but he's never had to use any of them before.
Personality:
Vrei is one of the most morose motherfuckers in the galaxy, able to drain the fun out of any situation with a barbed quip or blunt statement. Life seems to have dealt him a bad hand, so he feels no need to be civil or even polite to anyone who isn't capable of having him court martialed, or delivering his takeout. That being said, the trooper tends to keep to himself and forsake the company of his squad mates and the general population, so it's really the person's fault they got their ass chewed if they provoke him. Honestly, Vrei making time to track you down for his own brand of verbal and emotional torture is a surefire sign that something is deeply troubling him.
Most of the trooper's aura of quiet desperation stems for an overwhelming sense of inadequacy he feels after all the failures he's endure, most recently his Imperial service. Three years ago Vrei literally wouldn't have even believed he'd be a soldier in the Empire, and even now he's not very proud of how he ended up with this job. Worse still, he feels even his chances for career advancement are nonexistence. The trooper can't even find solace in the fact he is a very good medic, given the stories of being a quack and a butcher that seem to follow him everywhere. He answers to the unfortunate nickname of "Stitches" from his peers, and will go so far as telling people to call him that in lieu of Vrei, but really finds it demeaning.
To keep himself sane Vrei has taken advantage of Garqi's climate to do a large amount of gardening in his free time. He openly tended to several potted trees and some flowering vines that used to grow along the walls of the barracks, but only possesses one small sapling now. Using several species using Mycelium from his home planet the trooper has grown hundreds of mushrooms ranging from edible to psychoactive; although, area restraints have forced him to dial that back to only four dozen or so specimens from the latter category. Besides the money made from peddling them to his fellow soldiers and a few civilians, Vrei uses the majority of his product to chemically cut through the disgust and monotony of his life with mind-blowing hallucinogenic journeys.
Once upon a time Vrei wanted to be a surgeon or a scientist when he grew up; he's since settled for knowing how to put a dying being back together and the names of the hallucinogens his primary mushrooms have inside them. Medical tests and experiments in general are an interesting topic of his. To that end, the trooper is very well read in the realm of medical breakthroughs and effective homeopathic treatments. Beyond the paltry training he received with the military, Vrei has
While used less often than his regular means to dull the pain, the trooper is an active member of the alcohol and anti-depressants crowd of the Imperial military.
Lastly, his favorite meal is shaved bantha meat on a bed of fries with spicy sauce.
History:
Miscellaneous Crap: