Atoll

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This user is a member of Wraith Squad

'Talohn "Atoll" Fordyce'
Military Information
Spec:	Heavy Weapons Specialist
Rank:	Private First Class
Position:	Trooper
Squad:	Wraith
Platoon:	Wildcard
Division:	Army
Physical Description
Gender:	Male
Skin color:	Caucasian
Height:	5'9"
Weight:	195 lbs.
Hair Color:	Brown
Hair Style:	Cropped Short
Facial Hair:	Stubble
Eyes:	Blue
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Concordia
Species:	Human
Occupation:	Stormtrooper
Hobbies:	Playing Cards
Residence:	Tadath

Current status

Assigned to Wraith, Wildcard Platoon.

Some facts

• Smokes
• Despises criminals
• Vibrosword is his most precious possession

Equipment

Melee Weapons

• 1 x BD-1 Cutter Vibroaxe
• 1 x MG-1 Electrostaff
• 1 x PT-212 Vibroblade
• 1 x M32 "Toothpick" Combat Knife

Ranged Weapons

• 2 x C-22 Fragmentation Grenade
• 1 x E-11 Blaster Rifle
• 1 x DC-15s Blaster Pistol
• 2 x Enforcer Heavy Slugthrower Pistol

Armor

• 1 x Katarn Clone Commando Armor
• 1 x Stormtrooper armor

Miscellaneous

• 1 x GLEEN! Armor Polish
• 1 x Imperial Boxer Shorts
• 6 x Ration Pack

Bio

Appearance

Standing at 5'9", he strikes a cutting image. His hair is cropped short in the military style, rendering him almost bald. His skin, tanned from the warm climate of Concordia, is covered in a few minor scars, except for along his forearms, which bear numerous deep, straight gashes, undoubtedly caused by the claws of a large animal. Although unseen to most people due to his clothes, there appears to be a long, deep scar running from his left shoulder to his right hip. Facial stubble is nearly always coating the lower half of his face.

Personality

Talohn is a very loyal person, willing to suffer or die for his allies and superiors, never disobeying orders. He has a strong sense of honour, out-right refusing to harm a defenseless opponent or retreat, unless ordered to by a superior, which he will do, albeit reluctantly. He is a very aloof person, distancing himself from relationships, prefering solitude. He is quite a blunt person, refusing to 'sugarcoat' things. Due to his honourable nature, he thinks lying is one of the most dishonourable acts possible. But, for all his noble and stern traits, he is not without a humorous side. Although, mainly, he uses sarcasm and other such things to make people laugh. Some may also say he has a slightly twisted sense of humor, as well. He is a very troubled person, though he hides it behind a mask of severity and emotionlessness. Although, during his short time in the STC, he has regained some of his calmer, more relaxed side.

History

His Early Life

Talohn Fordyce was born on the lush forest moon of Concordia, orbiting the planet Mandalore. His clan was one of the countless others exiled to the moon by the New Mandalorians, for refusing to side with their push for peace. His clan, like all the other clans, was war-like and primitive, believing that glory and honour measured a person's worthiness. But, for all their primitive ways, they were no less advanced than any other civilisation. Vast cities, reaching into the clouds, were built amongst the mighty trees of the moon. Freighters, carrying goods and luxuries, were flown into the planet. The cities were ruled by certain clans, with his, the Fordyces, ruling one of the bigger cities. The Fordyces were one of the more prominent and influencial of the clans.

On the first day of his 18th year, Talohn, like all the other teenagers his age, was sent into the forests to find and kill a Nexu, armed with only a blaster pistol. Nexus were held in high esteem by the people of his clan. 'The Ultimate Hunters', they were called. The Fordyce family symbol was a Nexu, stalking its invisible prey. So, out Talohn ventured. After a day and a night of wondering around the forests of Concordia, Talohn found what he was searching for. A Nexu, sipping water from a small stream. Talohn engaged the beast, firing at it with his pistol. He missed and the creature pounced on him, sending them both sprawling into the undergrowth. The beast clawed at him, leaving deep scars on his arms which he would carry for the rest of his life. And, before the battle was over, it left a more permanent and severe mark on Talohn. It clawed out his left eye. Blinded by pain, Talohn struck out, hitting the creature on the head, giving him time to escape.

(This is only a summary. I might write a personal story on it soon, but for now, if you want a more in-depth account of the brawl, please refer to my welcome topic on the forums here)

Back in his clan's city, Talohn was escorted to the family chambers by medics. There, he found his father and mother waiting for him anxiously. They saw his eye and quickly saw that the medics treated it properly. Talohn refused a cybernetic eye, claiming that he doesn't trust droids or anything robotic. Afterwards, his parents wondered where the Nexu he had killed was. Talohn told them what happened. His parents were in shock. His mother started crying, saying how her only son had disgraced her family. His father refused to look at him, calling him 'Hutuun'. Coward. His friends, ones who had stood by him all through his childhood, called him the same, eyeing him disdainfully. His father exiled him, branding him 'Dar'manda'. Mandalorians who had lost their heritage, thus their very soul. They were no longer Mandalorian. It was an extremely harsh punishment, made only worse by the fact his father had done it. The very man who had sat him up on his shoulders when he was a baby, given him his first and only vibroblade. His first blaster, a modifed Verpine sniper rifle, later stolen on Nar Shaddaa, which Talohn travelled to during his exile, with the thief blackmailing him to kill someone in exchange for it. It was the first sentient life Talohn had took. And it shook him to the core. He resented himself. He hating killing the innocent person, taking his life in exchange for something so small. Talohn later wondered why he did it. Sure, he had gotten the Verpine when he was 12. He had loved it. It was his pride and joy. But to kill an innocent in exchange for it. Foolish, if not down-right stupid and heartless. Even more so when he found out that the bastard had sold his Verpine for a "very profitable sum". His was the second life Talohn took. But, not in selfishness, but anger. That was another of Talohn's many problems. The result of his exile.

From then on, Talohn vowed never to kill an innocent again, whether in self-defense or otherwise. But, he has had to betray that vow again and again since because of his time in the Black Sun. And every time, it destroyed a piece of his humanity. He grew harsher, more severe, until eventually he reached what he now is today. Emotionless. At least on the outside. On the inside, however, he is quite troubled. Confusion, anger, hate, sorrow. All ready to burst out. So far, he has kept them in check.

Criminal

1 year earlier.... 2 months after Talohn's exile...

Talohn was unconscious, face down on top of a table, bottles of beer scattered across it messily. He was just after drinking himself into a stupor. No one cared. He wasn't the only one who had come to one of the many cantinas of Nar Shaddaa to drink away their troubles. Although, he was one of the most intoxicated ones. A few men chuckled at him.

"Lookit that one. I'd say he's dead."

"Nah," the other said. "Close, though."

They chuckled again. They talked again for another while before one of them left. When he had left the cantina, the other walked over to Talohn and sat down in the chair opposite him.

"Wake up, you sorry excuse for a man." He said, slapping Talohn in the head. His head shot up, his eyes bloodshot, before moaning and holding his head in pain.

"Alright, listen up. You're coming with me."

"Yeah..." Talohn said, still trying to get ahold of his senses.

"Come with me."

"...Yeah"

Talohn got up, but was unsteady on his feet and lurched over the table again. The man chuckled and heaved him up, but Talohn had already succumbed to the darkness again.

---

He woke up in a cell, it's cold, hard walls seeming to close in on him and his not-so-newly acquired hangover didn't help much with his sense of reality either. Suddenly, a bright light shone in his eyes. Talohn tried to moan and turn away but found his mouth gagged and his hands and feet restrained. Then, a tall shadow stood in front of the light, blocking most of the painful brightness.

"Awake now are we? Good. You look like shit, if I say so myself."

Talohn was too tired to reply and even if he wanted to, he couldn't due to his gag.

"Now, I'm gonna be blunt and say it. You are now in the employ of the notorious and wonderful organisation called the Black Sun. You are currently in our base of operations on Nar Shaddaa. You will do what I say. If you don't, well, let's just say we have ways to... deal... with disobedience. If you don't like it, tough. Now... first of all, we must break you. Stand up."

Talohn simply lay there, refusing to comply with the man demand. Besides, he probably wouln't be able to either, in his dazy state.

The man chuckled, evidently aware that Talohn would refuse to stand.

"I will enjoy breaking you. We've never had a Mando here." He saw the surprise on Talohn's face, to which he laughed at again. "What? You think we didn't know? That tattoo betrays you. It is futile resisting, but you will serve us eventually. It's in your best interests too. We don't kill you, you do a few jobs for us."

Even through his gag and the growing pain in his head, Talohn was able to let out a sardonic laugh.

The man chuckled. "Yes, jobs. Nothing illegal. Well, nothing too illegal." He grinned.

"Now, let's see that renowned Mandalorian determination, eh?"

Effects and Freedom

Talohn spent two years working for the Black Sun, dealing narcotics and other illegal substances and aiding and performing all manners of criminal activity. Murder, assassination, stealing. Nearly everything illegal that is possible to do, he has done. Not fully willingly though. Most of the time, it was forced through such incentives as torture or death. Most of the time, it was the basic survival instinct in all beings, sentient and unsentient, that acted. All this work had a major effect on Talohn's personality (and some might argue, his sanity). It left a sadistic and twisted voice in his head, that occasionally surfaces to try to convince him to make darker, more 'evil' decisions. Eventually, however, he could no longer take the punishments. The voice no longer assured him what he was doing was right. He broke out from his 'chambers' one night, sneaking from the crime syndicate's Nar Shaddaa headquarters. He still has scars on his back to remind him of what happened that night. One of the guards, deciding that a blaster was no fun, flung his vibroblade at Talohn after he had been seen and broken into a sprint for the gate. It curved in an arc, slicing Talohn from his left shoulder to his right hip. He managed to get outside of the gate before crashing to the ground in pain. Luckily, an off-duty officer had seen him and dragged him to safety, firing at the guards. Talohn awoke from unconsciousness in a hospital, with an imperial officer standing beside him. An imperial officer of the Vast Empire.

Talohn knew that the officer had saved his life. After Talohn had thanked the officer, the officer enquired if he would be interested in a life in service to the Vast Empire, after he had recovered, of course. Apparently, due to his scarred and haggard appearance, Talohn had seemed to be through hardship, which he most definitely had. When he asked the officer why he asked, the reply was that his experience could be put to good use. But, Talohn had said, he was not proficient in a blaster or had any basic training. The officer just laughed. "That's what the academy's for."

Not only was it his life-debt to the officer that urged him to join. He wanted to pay for the sins of his past. He wanted to make it up to all the people he had killed, families he had torn apart. This would be his payment. This would be his penance.

Service History

Ranks

Ranks
Insignia	Rank	Start	Until	Reason for Promotion
	Private	27th April 2010	29th May 2010	Joined the VE
	Private Second Class	29th May 2010	18th July 2010	Passed Basic Training
	Private First Class	18th July 2010	N/A	*shrug*

Positions

Positions
Position	Start	Until	Reason
Trainee	27th April 2010	Date graduated from Academy	Joined the VE
Trooper	29th May 2010	N/A	Passed Basic Training

Awards

Awards
Ribbon	Award	Award Name	Date Received	Reason
image link	Award Abrev.	Award Name	Date received	You haven't earned one yet, so do your best and your first medal will come ;)

Mission Log

Story Participation
Story	Start Date	End Date	Type	Post Count
Scary Joes and Bobs	29th April 2010	?	Training	4
Tadath: Silent Action Two	9th May 2010	?	Invite	4
Atoll(Heavy Weapons Specialist)	3rd May 2010	?	Specialty	2
Hell for the Elite	12th May 2010	?	Training	1
Fun in the Sun - Iron Horse	May 17th 2010	?	Squad Story	2
Deviating Difficulties (Iron Horse)	4th July 2010	?	Squad Story	3
Is that a tentacle? [DINNER PARTY]	1st August 2010	?	IH & RAIDERS story	1
I Dare You To Fight Without Power (Iron Horse)	19th August 2010	?	Squad Story	2
Total:				19