Koll Anbar

Anbar, Koll
Military Information
Callsign	Koll
Specialty	Combat Engineer
Rank	Private First Class
Position	Trooper
Squad	Wraith Squad
Platoon	WildCard Platoon
Division	Imperial Army
Biographical Information
Homeworld	Iridonia
Age	20
Species	Zabrak
Gender	Male
Skin Color	Tan
Height	5' 10"
Weight	165 lbs
Hair Color	Brown, Long
Eye Color	Yellow
Tattoos	Facial, on cheeks
Personal Information
Fighting Styles	Capable melee, ranged

 

"Who needs to be affirmed by others when your actions already do that for you?"

―Koll Anbar

Koll Anbar is a 20 year old Iridonian enlisted in the Imperial Army. He is currently a part of Wraith Squad in WildCard Platoon and is a Private First Class.

Possesions

2x C-22 Fragmentation Grenades
1x Father's Vibroknife
1x Camo Scout Armor
1x E-11 Blaster Rifle
1x GLEEN! Armor Polish
2x Homesteader D-18 Blaster Pistol
1x Imperial Boxer Shorts
6x Ration Pack
1x Stormtrooper Armor
2x Treppus-2 Vibroblade
1x Karoushi Personal Datapad
1x 3-Mal Personal Comlink
1x PT-212 Vibroblade
1x Dejarik Holochess Table
1x EnhanceScan General Purpose Scanner
1x Imagecaster Holographic recorder/comm device
1x Zoom II Speeder Bike
1x GL-1 Glowrod
1x FastTurn-3 Hydrospanner

Skills

As a Zabrak native of Iridonia, Koll has learned to be quite proficient in close-quarters combat techniques. His father also instructed him in the use of a vibroblade and vibroknife simultaneously, as well as how to shoot a pistol at someone. His mind has always been sharp and able to grasp concepts quickly and efficiently. This agility of the mind also allows him to recall information quickly and easily.

Combat Engineer Skills

After completing level one of his Combat Engineer classes, Koll learned how to repair and maintain electrical systems on field equipment.

Character Flaws

Koll, as most people do, has many flaws. First is his single-mindedness. Whenever he is at a job, he remains completely focused on the task and allows few things to interfere with his work. Typically, this would be considered a good thing, but this allows people to sneak up on him easily. Koll also has a spitfire temper which arises whenever someone belittles him in any way. This temper tends to become excessive, to the point where he would gladly challenge the belittler to a duel to the death. Fortunately, his friends have most always intervened before it got that far.

Biography

Appearance

Koll in Stormtrooper Armor

Koll’s appearance could best be described as unassuming. Standing at a mere five-foot ten, and 165 pounds, he does not attract much attention to himself, which suits him just fine. He bears on his face the typical tattoos of his native homeworld, comprised of five lines starting at the eyes and running down to the cheekbones, where they then turn sharply and head back toward the ear, and then curve back down the jaw line, meeting at the chin. His horns take prominence, standing near the front of his hairline, acting as something of a barrier to his hair coming forward. They stand in a V formation; one stands in the very middle of his hairline, with two other horns on either side, but set farther back. His brown hair is long, reaching down to the center of his back, and rests on his head like a mop, covering both his ears but coming no farther forward.

Personality

Koll is more of a self-effacing person, contrary to the rest of his kinsmen. Koll spent his entire life hearing about the accomplishments of others that it drove him nearly insane, and thereby vowed never to inflict such annoyances on anyone else. As a result, he always downplays every one of his biggest accomplishments, even if he was the first in his class to master a difficult martial arts movement or made the best sculpture in Art. He typically likes to remain unseen, just another face in a crowd and follow the mainstream. This allows him to easily analyze people, their movements, and other various things, without having to be analyzed himself. When the time calls for it, however, he rises to the occasion, using his agile mind to circumvent puzzles or his quick movements to outpace an aggressor. Rarely will he allow himself to be beaten, but will not lord such a victory over the person he defeats. He does, however, have a ferocious temper that can be excited easily. For example, if he loses a competition of some sort, and the victor will not leave him alone about how he lost, Koll will get very angry, near to the point where he will draw a weapon on someone. This temper also arises when someone belittles his accomplishments. To him, that is the largest insult, even if he himself belittles the victory.

History

Overview

"I won't have my child die within the first minutes of combat just because some two-bit Imperial Army officer taught my son how to fire a blaster. Instead, I had the most accomplished pistol-slinger on Iridonia teach him. That, of course, would be me."

―Xel Anbar, obviously exaggerating

Koll Anbar was born to Xel and Atrin Anbar on a day no more special than any other day. He was enrolled in the public school on Iridonia and lived out his school life as best as any Zabrak could. At the age of fifteen, he began his rite of passage. This ended ultimately in a martial arts match with some of his peers. Winning or losing the match would not determine whether or not the rite was completed, but rather was a display of how far Koll had come during the time, both in maturity and in combat, as he desired to be a part of the Imperial Army even then. Koll's life after the rite of passage was fairly mundane. His father taught him the basic use of a vibrosword and knife, as well as teaching him the basics of firing a blaster pistol. Koll's father remarked that his son would more than likely be taught how to do these things in the army, but felt better if it was he that taught his son how to fight.

Rite Of Passage

"Just remember that I'm not to be messed with."

―Koll Anbar, after the martial arts match

An artistic representation of Koll shortly after putting Terr Derell in his place, as requested by his father.

“You psyched?” his father asked for the twentieth time. Koll had just about had enough. He had been training for months, even years for this point in his life. The rite of passage meant acceptance in the adult Zabraki world. He didn’t particularly want to stand out, and therefore really disliked the idea of fighting one of his classmates in front of a roomful of people, but his father had insisted upon it. His dad had a tendency to take Zabraki pride to ridiculous levels.

Koll snapped out of his tangent of thought quickly. He was behind a curtain, dressed in typical Zabrak martial arts garb, waiting for the “main attraction” to begin. His opponent was on the other side of the room, talking to his father. His name was Terr Derell and a fellow Zabrak completing his rite of passage. The two were speaking heatedly about something, resulting in the father walking over to the Anbars. “Your son better lose today, Anbar,” Terr’s father said angrily.

“There’s no way Koll’s going to lose to Terr!” His father was equally vehement. The two glared daggers at each other until the curtain began to open. Koll never got to tell his father what he felt about the day, but perhaps it was just as well. It was true that the large, bulky Terr stood no chance of beating the lean, agile Koll. It also didn’t help that Koll was the top in his martial arts class; worlds ahead of anything Terr would ever hope to accomplish. That didn’t keep Mr. Derell from wanting his son to win, however. Koll had wanted to throw the match anyway, just so he could remain in the back of the crowd. The Zabrak boy gave a start as the curtain snapped into its fully open position. He needed to focus, not keep himself in a reverie. He would lose, but lose gracefully, not by distraction.

The lights shone eagerly down upon the stage as the two combatants took the center. They bowed, shook hands, and separated themselves to either side of the stage. It was a small thing, the stage, as they lived in a small city on Iridonia. Practically the entire town came to see the conclusion of the rite of passage, which made the boy nervous. “Are you ready?” the judge said in annoyance. Koll jumped slightly, and then took an opening stance.
“Yes sir, sorry sir,” Koll said, focusing on the match.

“Begin!” The judge leapt out of the way of two combatants. Koll slowly came forward, analyzing his opponent’s movements. Terr was sloppy, his footwork was all wrong. Each step sent shudders through the metal stage, telegraphing where he stepped. On top of that, he was slow and lumbering, kind of like a bantha with a limp leg or two. Koll rolled his eyes; he couldn’t believe such a simile wandered through his head. Terr prepared a punch in the time it took Koll to blink twice. He dropped, spun to his opponent’s back, and placed a firm palm on his back, slamming him forward. Terr fell in a heap before Koll.

What is up with this guy? Koll thought, jumping over a leg sweep as Terr tried to get up. Koll then slammed his foot down on Terr’s chest, destroying all the latter’s hard work to rise up. Terr gave an angry glare and shoved himself up off the floor. He sent an uppercut directly into Koll’s stomach. He hits like a girl! Koll thought, almost physically laughing. He regained his stance and was soon on the offensive.

Koll finally tired of running circles around Terr. Sure, the other boy had stamina, but definitely not speed or power. Koll could clean a few floors with him and still have Terr wanting more punishment. The boy had no form, however. Every stance he took begged to be exploited, down to even how he held his hands. He telegraphed every move he made with either thunderous steps or a huge backswing. It was almost insulting to have to fight Terr. Koll finally made a decision, disliking how he had already shown off to the entire congregation of people there. Koll grabbed Terr’s fist and stepped into the other’s stance. “Terr, I have a proposition for you,” Koll began.

“Shut up, whelp,” Terr said, struggling to break Koll’s effortless grip.

“I’m going to let you win, if you want,” Koll continued, purposely oblivious to the insult. “I don’t want to win, so when I let go of your fist, throw me to the ground or something; I’ll stay down.” Terr gave a confused look. Koll let go of the other boy’s fist, which subsequently came crashing into Koll’s face. With a little flair, Koll launched himself backwards and stayed on the ground. The judge counted down, and Koll lost. As he got to his feet, he had a large smile on his face.

“I won!” Terr shouted after the match. “I can’t believe I beat the top student in the martial arts class! And it was so easy! How is he the top of the class? He can’t take a hit at all!” Terr reveled in the glory of his win. Unfortunately for him, Koll was within earshot.

“What did you say, whelp?” Koll said with a sharp edge on his tongue.

“I said you don’t deserve to be the top of the class anymore, shrimp. Now step aside before I hit you again.” Terr attempted to walk past Koll, but the boy didn’t allow it. Koll swept at Terr’s legs, sending him crashing to the ground. “Oh you’re going to pay for that,” Terr said, getting to his feet. Koll seethed. Apparently the lout forgot that Koll threw the match. His eyes narrowed. Terr wound up a punch much like he did before. Koll caught it, wrenched the fist to a side, landed a kick between Terr’s legs, punched him in the gut, let go of the fist, and upper-cut Terr’s chin. Terr went flying back and lay crumpled in a heap a foot back from where he was standing.

“I threw that match, idiot,” Koll said, spitting toward the unconscious body of his would-be aggressor. “Just remember that I’m not to be messed with, Terr, or you might not wake up from our next encounter.” Koll then set out with his nervous father to get his ceremonial facial tattoos.

Enlistment History

Ranks
Insignia	Rank	Start	Until	Reason for Promotion
	Private			Joined the VE
	Private First Class		Present	Graduated Basic Training

Positions
Position	Start	Until	Reason
Drill Squad - Trainee			Joined the VE
Wraith Squad - Trooper		Present	Passed Drill

Awards
Ribbon	Award	Award Name	Date Received	Reason
?	?	?	?	?

Story Participation
Story	Start Date	End Date	Type	Post Count
		?		0
Total:				0

Specialty Progress:

Combat Engineer                             Level                                                                     Training Course                                         Done Electrical Systems (1) Basic Electronics/Wiring Electrical Systems (1) Electrical Systems Demolitions and Fortifications (2) Field Fortifications Demolitions and Fortifications (2) Explosives Deployment Construction (3) Bridging and Rigging Construction (3) Construction Skills Material Manipulation (4) Materials Science Material Manipulation (4) Metal Fabrication Advanced Explosives Use (5) Sabotage and Demolitions Advanced Explosives Use (5) Mine/Countermine Terrain Management (6) Navigation Terrain Management (6) Battlefield Recon Qualified Combat Engineer (7) Improvised Munitions Qualified Combat Engineer (7) Target Analysis Final Exam TBD}}} Final Exam TBD}}} Final Exam TBD}}}