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Name: Ran Rui
General Information
Species: Nepleslian
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Family / Creators: Mother - Deceased Father - Deceased Sister - Deceased
Employer: Star Army of Nepleslia
Occupation: Planetary Infantry
Rank: Sub Sergeant
Current Assignment: Ship Security/Grunt Work
Physical Characteristics
Height: 6 Feet 3 Inches
Weight: 175 ilbs
Measurements: n/a
Bra Size: n/a
Build and Skin Colour: Even though he is an average height, the sheer amount of muscles that make up his body make him seem a bit more shorter. Most noted for his wide, muscular shoulders and large,well-developed leg muscles.
Facial Features and Eye Colour: His face seems as though someone could break a brick on it. He is a square-jawed man, with permanently thinned lips. From the look of him, he appears to be a mix of the Asian and Caucasian sub-races, with more emphasis on his caucasian lineage.
Hair Colour and Style: His hair is a jet-black color, worn in a crew-cut fashion while serving onboard a ship. While out in the field, he will cut it into a short mohawk, believing that such a hairstyle will be intimidating to his enemies.
Distinguishing Features: He has a permanent, thin scar running diagonally up and to the right across his lips, gotten during basic combat training from tripping forward and splitting his face open with the butt of his rifle.
Psychological Characteristics
Personality:
Ran believes in being prepared for the most unexpected, and is rarely seen wearing anything casual around friends. The most-dressed up he will ever be is in his service uniform while on-board, and even then, he wears it rather sloppily. Having being field-stripped several times (demotion) he has a certain dislike towards officers, refferring to them as "Goddamn know-it-all motherfuckers" to his fellow enlisted men. He is inherently vulgar, but knows when and when not to cross the line. He treats women with the utmost of respect, and has been known to flirt with some of the female cooks. He religiously follows the doctrine that "Pain is weakness leaving the body", and is supportive to his fellow enlisted men in a tough-father sort of way.
Likes: Meat, Going to the Range, Heavy Metal Music, Women, Grunt Work
Dislikes: Working in an office, Officers (Lieutenants, mostly), Enemies of Neplesia.
Goals: To hold the rank of Master Sergeant, Formation of a Space Marine Corps
History
Born to a family of three, his father and mother both served in the Star Army of Nepleslia. On his visit to another Nepleslian ship, the ship that his mother and father and sister were living on suffered a malfunciton in their power systems, causing his family and all of those on-board to die of CO2 poisoning. Ever since then, he was taken in by numerous enlisted men and officers, who all gave up on him after an average of 3 years. His last adoptive parent was an abusive, drunkard, molesting Sergeant, who frequently abused Ran up until his late teens, where he enlisted in the Star Army of Nepleslia. The same man would become his squad leader, and would later die in combat due to "accidental friendly fire." He since then grew up into the man he is today, a mere Sub-Sergeant, thanks to his treatment of Officers in the field.
Skills
Fighting and Physical: He is most known as being "A grunt's grunt", being able to carry heavy loads over a long distance. Known for his unconventional hand-to-hand fighting style, in which he throws off any semblance of technique in order to defeat an opponent. Religiously sharpens his knife, and when asked if he's afraid that he will be killed while using a knife, responds "Well, they'd better kill me, cause I sure as hell will kill them", which is followed by a playful prod of said question-seeker. Regularly trains with most incarnations of rifles, strictly avoiding the Sniper variants. Despises most Submachine guns, calling them "The bastard child that started in a moment of drunken passion between pistols and rifles."
Communications: Most noted for being able to keep his head cool during a firefight, and for using the commmunications radio as a rifle rest in long-range sharpshooting (different from "Sniping".) Nevertheless, he is farmiliar with most communication protocols and hand-signals. Because of his advanced skill with vulgarities, Ran is very fluent in english, and once dreamed of being a English Language teacher.
Survival: Ran is able to survive for a decent amount of time on his own without food and water. If need be, he is able to hunt for various kinds of animals, and is known for his "Whatever, fuck it" attitude in regards to drinking water from streams. His preferred survival tent is a nice little rock formation with a space in between them, but can survive just fine under a heavy laver of large leaves. Not one for camouflage. His attitude towards Guerilla Fighting is, "I'm a big guy, I cant sneak around to kill someone. I'd rather just hide and fight battles I know I can win."
Strategy: Known for disciplining his underlings under fire with a swift slap on the back of their necks. Knows the basics of squad tactics and prefers to keep it that way for now. "Let the fuckin' Lieutenants deal with the platoon. Bastards." Can use a tactical map just fine, and knows enough math to judge distances in a good estimate.
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General Information
Species: Nepleslian
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Family / Creators: Mother - Deceased Father - Deceased Sister - Deceased
Employer: Star Army of Nepleslia
Occupation: Planetary Infantry
Rank: Sub Sergeant
Current Assignment: Ship Security/Grunt Work
Physical Characteristics
Height: 6 Feet 3 Inches
Weight: 175 ilbs
Measurements: n/a
Bra Size: n/a
Build and Skin Colour: Even though he is an average height, the sheer amount of muscles that make up his body make him seem a bit more shorter. Most noted for his wide, muscular shoulders and large,well-developed leg muscles.
Facial Features and Eye Colour: His face seems as though someone could break a brick on it. He is a square-jawed man, with permanently thinned lips. From the look of him, he appears to be a mix of the Asian and Caucasian sub-races, with more emphasis on his caucasian lineage.
Hair Colour and Style: His hair is a jet-black color, worn in a crew-cut fashion while serving onboard a ship. While out in the field, he will cut it into a short mohawk, believing that such a hairstyle will be intimidating to his enemies.
Distinguishing Features: He has a permanent, thin scar running diagonally up and to the right across his lips, gotten during basic combat training from tripping forward and splitting his face open with the butt of his rifle.
Psychological Characteristics
Personality:
Ran believes in being prepared for the most unexpected, and is rarely seen wearing anything casual around friends. The most-dressed up he will ever be is in his service uniform while on-board, and even then, he wears it rather sloppily. Having being field-stripped several times (demotion) he has a certain dislike towards officers, refferring to them as "Goddamn know-it-all motherfuckers" to his fellow enlisted men. He is inherently vulgar, but knows when and when not to cross the line. He treats women with the utmost of respect, and has been known to flirt with some of the female cooks. He religiously follows the doctrine that "Pain is weakness leaving the body", and is supportive to his fellow enlisted men in a tough-father sort of way.
Likes: Meat, Going to the Range, Heavy Metal Music, Women, Grunt Work
Dislikes: Working in an office, Officers (Lieutenants, mostly), Enemies of Neplesia.
Goals: To hold the rank of Master Sergeant, Formation of a Space Marine Corps
History
Born to a family of three, his father and mother both served in the Star Army of Nepleslia. On his visit to another Nepleslian ship, the ship that his mother and father and sister were living on suffered a malfunciton in their power systems, causing his family and all of those on-board to die of CO2 poisoning. Ever since then, he was taken in by numerous enlisted men and officers, who all gave up on him after an average of 3 years. His last adoptive parent was an abusive, drunkard, molesting Sergeant, who frequently abused Ran up until his late teens, where he enlisted in the Star Army of Nepleslia. The same man would become his squad leader, and would later die in combat due to "accidental friendly fire." He since then grew up into the man he is today, a mere Sub-Sergeant, thanks to his treatment of Officers in the field.
Skills
Fighting and Physical: He is most known as being "A grunt's grunt", being able to carry heavy loads over a long distance. Known for his unconventional hand-to-hand fighting style, in which he throws off any semblance of technique in order to defeat an opponent. Religiously sharpens his knife, and when asked if he's afraid that he will be killed while using a knife, responds "Well, they'd better kill me, cause I sure as hell will kill them", which is followed by a playful prod of said question-seeker. Regularly trains with most incarnations of rifles, strictly avoiding the Sniper variants. Despises most Submachine guns, calling them "The bastard child that started in a moment of drunken passion between pistols and rifles."
Communications: Most noted for being able to keep his head cool during a firefight, and for using the commmunications radio as a rifle rest in long-range sharpshooting (different from "Sniping".) Nevertheless, he is farmiliar with most communication protocols and hand-signals. Because of his advanced skill with vulgarities, Ran is very fluent in english, and once dreamed of being a English Language teacher.
Survival: Ran is able to survive for a decent amount of time on his own without food and water. If need be, he is able to hunt for various kinds of animals, and is known for his "Whatever, fuck it" attitude in regards to drinking water from streams. His preferred survival tent is a nice little rock formation with a space in between them, but can survive just fine under a heavy laver of large leaves. Not one for camouflage. His attitude towards Guerilla Fighting is, "I'm a big guy, I cant sneak around to kill someone. I'd rather just hide and fight battles I know I can win."
Strategy: Known for disciplining his underlings under fire with a swift slap on the back of their necks. Knows the basics of squad tactics and prefers to keep it that way for now. "Let the fuckin' Lieutenants deal with the platoon. Bastards." Can use a tactical map just fine, and knows enough math to judge distances in a good estimate.
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