Hartigan
| http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/heyjackyourelate/avatar_8453copy.gif Hartigan | |
| Military Information | |
|---|---|
| Callsign |
Hart |
| Specialty |
None |
| Rank |
Lance Corporal |
| Position |
Trooper |
| Squad | |
| Platoon | |
| Company | |
| Battalion | |
| Regiment | |
| Division | |
| Biographical Information | |
| Homeworld | |
| Age |
31 |
| Species | |
| Gender |
Male |
| Skin Color |
Tan |
| Height |
184 cm |
| Weight |
198 lbs |
| Hair Color |
Dark Brown, slight hints of grey |
| Eye Color |
Bright blue |
| Personal Information | |
| Affiliation | |
Contents
Current status[edit]
Lance Corporal 
Trooper, Wraith Squad.
Currently Squad Member of Wraith Squad.
Notable Skills[edit]
-More info to come.
Bio[edit]
Physical Description: Hart is an imposing man when he needs to be. He is solidly built, and keeps his body toned with daily workouts.His hair is a dark brown, His eyes, bright blue and smiling, are always wary and watching. In most light, they glow with an iridescence. He is quick to smile, revealing perfect teeth. His smile is disarming in its sincerity, and never given in deceit. When Hart smiles, it is genuine.
Background: His family were not overly joyful when their fourth son was born to them. Already with three young sons to feed besides themselves, credits were getting pinched tight. Not to mean they despised their son, Hart. His family was really lovely; they just could only share their love within the confines of Loyd small paycheck from a nearby component factory within Tyrena, Corellia. Jane, his wife, tried to supplement it when she could by selling the small pieces of jewelry she would create in what spare time she had. The six lived in a small 2-bedroom apartment in one of the poorer districts within the city.
By the time Hart had come along, his brothers were already of an age for attending school; however, they could only be sent to the large public schooling association where the education was meager at best. Even though, the three boys seemed to thrive in school, passing all their classes, some of the time in the top percentile. These small tidings always brought a smile to Jane's face. Her sons' continuing education was the one bright spot in her and Loyd's lives. It almost made their living situation seem worth it, if their children could be at the same level as anyone in the city attending the public school system.
A few years later when Hart was old enough to attend school himself, this beacon of hope dimmed for Jane. From early on it was clear that Hart would not receive the same high grades and standards his three oldest brothers would. While they were not scholars themselves, Hart was struggling to keep his grades just below average, even with his mother helping where she could. Instead of loving school, the young boy Hart began to dread going to the dark old building to mingle with other beings his old age. No matter how hard he tried, how he tried to wrap his mind around various problems, he just could not understand more than the simplest of things. A feeling of dejection and his failing grades made Hart, even at a young age, feel anger. He started taking out his frustration on other kids, getting involved in fights, and usually taking on the smarter kids in his class, whether they taunted him or not. Soon, his mother and father were getting calls from the school, asking them to do something about their son or he would be expelled. Desperate to keep him in this school, the only one they could afford to send him to, Hart's parents talked to him about bullying and why it was wrong. Jane doubled her efforts, even enlisting the help of her other sons, in tutoring Hart, trying to get him to gain his confidence back.
However, it was all for naught, as a 13-year-old Hart was expelled from his school. This made him feel all the worse, because even though he hated school, his older brothers were still there, passing all their classes with flying colors. Hart felt worthless and stupid. He spent the next few years of his life at home, helping out his mother with chores, as he was still too young to join his father at the factory. Though his chores were repetitive, he grew to more than tolerate them, feeling that he had a sense of purpose in his life, finally. His brothers may get to go to school and learn, but Hart felt he was actually getting to do something, instead of sitting around taking in useless facts and knowledge. These menial tasks held meaning for him. One of his favorite times when was his mother would teach him some cooking basics in the kitchen. Poor and without a processor, they had to make everything from scratch, unable to afford the more convenient food packs. As he got older, his presence in the small kitchen apartment increased, especially after her mother took ill just after his 16th birthday. The cooking fell entirely on his shoulders and his family enjoyed some of the best food they had ever tasted. Hart had taken his mother's instructions and recipes and tweaked them with their meager supplies, giving their meals more flavor. Even in her failing state, Hart's mother loved his food. And it was one thing his brothers would not tease him about. As long as he could cook as he was, they wouldn't bother him about their school and his failed education. Through cooking, Hart found peace.
A year later his mother passed, leaving Hart with only his father and younger brother, as his oldest two brothers had passed school and gotten scholarships to the community university in Tyrena. Even so, Hart got a job at the factory to supplement his father's income to support his brothers' education. His father was getting old himself and would not be able to continue on much longer himself. Hart once more grew cranky with himself, stuck in a dead-end factory job and little time left for him to enjoy cooking for his family. The repetition at the factory was not soothing and purpose-filled for him as his chores used to be a few years past. He was feeling more and more unfilled in his life. To fill the void that once cooking had and to try to quell his anger and frustration, Hart took to working at the local gym, beating up himself, so he wouldn't take his rage out on others. He built up his body, gaining muscle and strength, supplemented by the workouts he got from his stint at the factory. His days became more and more the same: Get up, go to work, go to the gym, quick dinner for his father and youngest brother and himself, back to bed. Over and over again. But Hart had no other choice; no one else would hire someone without a completed education. A dummy like him could only work at a factory.
That all changed one day a couple of years later when a human man who identified himself as Siras discovered a 19-year-old named Hart working out at the gym one day. He spoke to Hart about his new company that was training bodyguards for the rich and famous in Coronet City. There was unrest in the city and some of the politicians and other important figures were fearing for their lives. Mr Siras was finding qualified young men to train up to fill all of these positions that were popping up. Quian Lobb explained that first candidates would have to endure a series of classes and tests, mostly dealing with defending their charges. When he brought up the tests, Hart shied away until Siras clarified that nothing was written; it was all oral or demonstrative. That night Hart went home to think about Siras's offer and to discuss it with his father. Though he was a grown man by now, he still wanted his father's opinion about the possibility of him leaving the small apartment and his family behind. With his mother gone and his older brothers all either in universities around the planet or in better jobs, his ailing father would be all alone if Hart left for Coronet City to join up with Mr Siras. Deep into the night they talked and finally came to decision: Hart would leave and train in various arts and become a bodyguard or even enlist into the Army. Never much of a prideful man, Loyd wanted the best for his children, which meant better lives than he himself had led. He knew that even Hart deserved a better life than slaving away in a factory and living in the slums of Tyrena. And this new opportunity would give his youngest son a chance to make something of himself, despite his lack of education and intelligence. So Hart packed his bags with what possessions he could call his own and met up with Siras at the Tyrena spaceport to travel across the planet to Coronet City. He would miss his father and his family, but he would not miss the factory he had been working in the past couple of years. His father had mentioned that now he had a chance to find some purpose in his life, which he hadn't felt since he was a teen, cooking beside his mother. Perhaps now he could finally find his place in society.
Months later Hart found himself immersed in his entire bodyguard training. He took classes to learn various forms of martial arts from around the galaxy, firearm training to shoot short- and long-range weapons, along with other forms of self-defense he would need to defend his charges, whoever they may be. Despite his earlier shortcomings with other forms of education, Hart thrived in this more base form of learning, getting in touch with his animal side. He easily rose to the top of his classes, able to beat any one of his classmates and sometimes a teacher or two. At the age of 21 he was considered graduated and ready and was assigned a charge: Mr Quar Irving, an aging CEO for a big Corellian company. To fully do his job, Hart moved in with Quar and his wife into their large and luxurious sky-rise penthouse suite in the center of Coronet City. He followed him wherever he went, from work to his social activities, to business deals and at home. His job was almost effortless as Quar, to Hart, seemed just a bit paranoid about his status and importance on Corellia and throughout the galaxy, and so it was easy to keep track of the old businessman. He kept his appearance discrete, as was wanted by Quar. Hart watched him continually, never having to do more than check his meals from time to time for poison. Of which, all were perfectly clean. Though watching the paranoid old man was boring, Hart enjoyed it because he finally felt he had some purpose again. However, after a couple of years, Quar fell ill and later died of natural causes. With no need to keep him on for her, his wife let Hart go, and he returned to Siras's company for reassignment, having thoroughly enjoyed his first body guarding experience. He would remain in contact over the next decade with Mrs Irving, staying friends. Hart's next assignment wasn't quite so enjoyable for him, though. Keeping with the paranoia of the day, a local Coronet City politician who was campaigning for a senatorial seat hired Hart to watch his daughter whom he feared for. Politics on Corellia could fall dirty at times. He already had a bodyguard for himself and his wife but felt a younger one, Hart was now 23 might satisfy the energetic antics of his 11-year-old daughter Larnia. As much as the young girl loved Hart, he hated her twice as much. Even though he was the youngest of his family, he had always thought himself friendly with children until he met this Senator-to-be's spoiled brat. Sometimes he felt he was more like Larnia's maid or servant, than a powerful man, knowledgeable in all forms of weaponry supposed to guard her. He followed her to school, hung out in shadows when she played with her friends. Fetched her slippers, ate the vegetables she didn't like. And it went on and on and on. His previous assignment had been repetitive as well, but guarding Larnia was a whole new form of pain and suffering. He wanted to ask Siras for a transfer but knew that doing so would put a permanent spot on his record, so he stayed and enduring through the little girl's petty tirades and demands for the next few years. Happily, after two unsuccessful runs, Larnia's father finally got elected to the Senate, and the family would be moving to Coruscant. The Senator had the option to keep Hart on, but he had decided to hire some locals on Coruscant to take care of himself and his family. Hart tried not to look too overjoyed when the 15-year-old Larnia hugged and kissed him good-bye, saying how much she loved him and would miss him. He tried to say the appropriate things in response and watched the family leave. With a little bounce in his step, he left their home to return to Siras's facility. Hart was surprised to find out that Siras was packing up shop. He mumbled something about bankruptcy and unpaid bills and some other nonsense Hart didn't understand. But the one thing he did understand was that at 27 years old, he didn't have a job or anyplace to belong to. He did have his wages that he had amassed over the years from his two charges, which added up to quite a sum of money. With his money and his few meager belongings, he headed to Coronet City spaceport, not sure where life was going to leave him. He knew that he couldn't go home to Tyrena; his father would be so disappointed to him. And so even after he no longer worked for Siras, he kept sending credits along to his father to maintain the charade.
Later that year, Hart found himself on Nar Shaddaa answering an ad from the HoloNet he had come across for "some type of muscle to send a message to an employee." He thought it would be easy, just going to someone's apartment and delivering a flimsi letter, even though he had to travel from Corellia to Nar Shaddaa to do it. But when he got there, he found he was sorely mistaken. With no time to back out of his agreement, he took the unmarked blaster given to him by his employer--whom he never met; he communicated through his other employees to Hart--and visited the offending man's home to put a blaster bolt behind his eyes. The man never saw it coming, nor saw Hart. For that, Hart was glad. He never thought of himself as a very virtuous man but never thought he was unkind, either. But a job was a job. And after his fourth or fifth "message," he was becoming dull to his assignments, and even becoming accustomed to receiving a message by commlink or datapad about a new employee who was dissatisfying his employer. Hart was even finding new and creative ways to deliver these messages, never doing it the same way twice. This was more to keep himself entertained, not for any reason he thought he needed to cover his tracks.
Over the next couple of years, Hart decide that this life was not for him. He always dreamed of becoming an imperial soldier in his childhood but never have the opportunity to enlist. Hart start his military career in the stormtrooper division of the Army at the age of 31.
Personality: He's warm and friendly he Is very loyal to his friends, but suspicious about meeting people for the first time.Hates snakes with a passion.Hart keeps mostly to himself. He still possesses in him the hardness of the orphan, and believes that anyone should be able to stand alone before being allowed to be part of any group. He doesn't see weakness as a reason to call for help and believes that the best way to improve is to find opponents who are better. However, he is also a peaceful person and will not pick a fight.
Form of Dress: Hart's normal day-to-day dress, is a pair of leather pants adorned with buckles and straps that seem to serve no real purpose, but look very stylish. He wears a high-necked jacket of black leather over a shirt of Malastare rayon, also colored black. His black boots come to just below the knee. Over the whole thing, he wears a heavy black cloak.
Military Career[edit]
Sign in for VEA - February 15, 2008
Graduate from Academy - February 22, 2008
Promoted to PFC - February 22, 2008
Place in Wraith Squad - February 22, 2008
Promoted to LCPL - March 23, 2008
Received The Laurel of Strak Medal - March 23, 2008
Back into active duty - June 1, 2010
Reintegrate Wraith Squad - June 1, 2010
Service History[edit]
Ranks[edit]
| Ranks | Start | Until | Reason for Promotion |
|---|---|---|---|
| Private First Class | February 22, 2008 | March 23, 2008 | Graduate From Academy |
| Lance Corporal | March 23, 2008 | N/A | N/A |
Awards[edit]
| Awards | ||||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Ribbon | Award | Award Name | Date Received | Reason |
| http://www.vastempire.com/wiki/images/8/8b/LoSrib.gif | [LoS] | Laurel of Strak | March 23, 2008 | Participate in the STC08 Spring competition |
