Scaridian Mork
| N/A Scaridian Mork | |
| Military Information | |
|---|---|
| Callsign |
Kaph 2-4 |
| Rank | |
| Division | |
| Biographical Information | |
| Age |
19 |
| Species | |
| Gender |
Male |
| Height |
5'8 |
| Weight |
157 lbs |
| Hair Color |
Crimson |
| Eye Color |
Green |
| Personal Information | |
Current Status[edit]
- Currently assigned to Kaph Squadron
- Flight Member, Imperial Navy
- Senior Crewman
Notable Skills[edit]
As of now, besides the fact Scar has adapted to doing strenuous physical work he's only picked up the Huttese language.
Bio[edit]
Appearance[edit]
He stands at 5'8, weighing about 157 lbs. Somewhat muscular physique, yet faint scars burdened the skin as signs of mistreatment in a previous life. He'd have cream toned flesh that were in sharp contrast to the piercing green eyes he'd contained. Thin lips as well as a pointed nose could realize Scar as a handsome young man save for the unkempt hair. Such was a deep crimson that reached to gently nick the top of the ears as well as lightly skim the forehead. Typically, attire was decided by the occasion. However, Scar favors black fingerless gloves as well as a cylindrical capsule pendant that are both worn the majority of Scar's time.
Personality[edit]
Somewhat social, however it's hard to completley interact with others when you lack a sense of both humor through verbal means as well as any knowledge of the term sarcasm. This, along with the loyalty compared to that of a dog and the complete disregard of humility Scar can seem a bit odd at times. The transition from a world to another will do that to a person.
History[edit]
Born on the inhabitable planet of Tadath, a planet in the Sian system of the imperials, Scar fails to remeber his times of infancy. He was born by two members of the slums who were about as nasty as the Hutt they sold him to for a healthy sum of currency. They were later slain for their vain attempt to riot through the scum rodden streets in which black market dealers ran their stalls. The reason for this was unknown and could only have been described by those who had witnessed it as a spark of insanity as well as sheer stupidity. As this was not an eventful moment in Scar's life persay it should be noted that the few records that these citizens had attained were full of invalid information. Scar's name was soon changed by the Hutt as he was sold as a child for sheer amusement where the beggining of an inevitable hell which would begin to blossom from his time of residence within Hunguk's lair.
Hunguk the Hutt was involved in all sorts of black markets ranging from prostitution to illegal weaponry trade. All of which were under the sharp eye of his advisory. You see, the Hutt himself was not what one would consider intelligent, his own reputation gained through sheer charismatic influence which had linked his own trusts within each of his advisors. One could easily recognize the bond that each of these criminals had with each other slowly depleted, and through time would inevitably contribute to a number of circumstances which would effect Scar as a whole.
However, one must trace back to the roots of Scar's life with Hunguk. He gained no special treatment as an infant, left to fend for himself in the bleakness of his cold, crowded cellar. His frequent, high pitched crying sent the guards on a rampage that would result in unneccessary bloodshed. While eventful in the slave chambers of Hunguk's HQ, it was no matter to him. The treatment of his slaves was his last priority in the many pleasures he could otherwise indulge himself in. This, however was one of the many mistakes Hunguk made as a leader. His carelessness actually brought the slaves together as one entity, who cared for the infant known as Scaridian and contributed all the meager skills to his own persona. It was their salvation in this misery they knew they'd spend their lives in. And yet, perhaps uniting themselves through this child had some sort of signifigance. These were the many thought processes of those who had scarce rationality. It never went beyond that... until a woman would enter Scar's life at the age of two and drastically alter everyone's outlook on the current situation.
Two years into Scar's residence in Hunguk's chambers proved to be the usual hellish setting. However he had done much better than the rest of the slaves that he had been currently placed in captivity with. Their contribution in nourishment was what would inevitably keep the boy alive. At such an age, Scar was to naive to be appreciative however the happiness he mantained was a radiance that was gift enough.
The radiance was, however shattered when the guards caught onto the boy's current state. As bored as they were they'd continually beat the poor boy into submission, placing him into solitary confinement frequently where he slowly grew weaker. He'd indefinitley been seperated by his caretakers who had all managed to rot in their prison cells before he reached the age of three. A great deprivation and yet this would only bring Scar closer to his freedom.
Hunguk, realizing the lack of slaves would consult his advisor on the current situation. There was no mercy invovled in such a situation, most likely the substance of the situation was pure profit as well as efficiency. Hunguk would not stand for increasing the welfare of his slaves, he would steal those of high constitution and use their own driving force for his own selfish needs. Not much later a new addition had been placed into the Hutt's work force. Her name was Gallah - Adi. Gallah's absence had been a clever cherade played out by Hunguk's workers who had made it seem as the woman was choosing her retirement as of now. She was that of 40 and well off, so no such suspicions would be aroused at her sudden leave.
The pure idiocy of the guards had driven them to throw her into solitary confiment with the child, who had by this time been living off the small rations that the prison fed him. Gallah, who showed great pity for the child feared for his safety after her drawn conclusions about the guards and so she hid him away, all the while nurturing him to the best of her ability in the cell. It was quite difficult to get the child back to health to begin with, however Gallah went above and beyond. She passed on the basics of her academic knowledge onto this child which had been a fortune in such a prison.
Scar grew to love this woman as a caretaker, considering her as a mother. Gallah felt the relationship, however mildly at best. Her fragile nature was just suited for such quarters and she easily came under disease. This had been a crushing blow to Scar who had spent the rest of his days attempting to cure for her. Although effective he could only prolong the inevitable. Gallah died in the arms of Scar at his age of 8. Devastating, and yet he felt further motivated to free himself from such a prison. Armed with the knowledge of how to scribe and do basic arithmetic, it would only be a matter of time before his talents were fully recognized.
On one of the rare occasions Hunguk had visited his Slave chambers he took a special interest in the boy who seemed to be carving mathematical sequences in the wall as practice. This could only further describe the cleverness of the boy who, at the age of 10 had begun to expand on his curriculum from where his teacher had left off. This had left a great impression on Hunguk. With that usual nasty greed of his he offered Scar a much greater life in exchange for his services as one of Hunguk's loyal servants. The answer was obvious and Scar had been bumped up in society a bit. That's not to say he was still forced to do work, however on a lighter degree.
Scar's employment consisted of various record keeping, acting as a translator for the Hutt and going on various odd jobs that would allow him to experience the world outside. He grew more strengthened with each passing day due to the complete nourishement he had recieved and was sure that he could indefinitley escape the chains that metaphorically bound him to Hunguk's service.. he would only need some way to manipulate him.
The years slowly passed Scaridian had become more interested in the VEN, the freedom gained from becoming a TIE fighter had become so surreal that it was metaphorical to him. How he would have enjoyed to abandon this life for such a position. He grew to know ships due to his consistent labor in harboring stolen ones, their beauty ceased to ever bore him and more than one occasion was he caught inspecting the interior. More discipline had cured him of such habits and yet he could still admire them from the exterior. It was quite ironic that even with Scar living on the Base of the army that he would grow to love their complete opposite in terms of function. However one could understand his position and therefore draw conclusions to why he stood firm on the VEN idea. The extensive knowledge he had gained about ships would further influence the opinion of the military that would shortly make Scar's ultimate dream come true.
As all great black markets have flourished they all must end. . Hunguk's charismatic appeal had not been so radiant as when he had begun and his buissness started to suffer. He began lashing out at his most trusted advisors and therefore paid the consequences in what would lead to his untimely doom.
Amidst the dark of night, the sharp whine of TIE Interceptors overhead could be heard, such a horrifying squeal could only paralyze Hunguk in his tracks. Countless rounds had been shot clean through his HQ, imminently crushing the gastropod and a majority of his workforce underneath it. Luckily, Scar had anticipated such an attack. His relations with Hunguk's former advisory would ultimatley save him and the slaves who had been granted their freedom before such an attack.
All slaves had been ordered to the Army base for further analysis, Scaridian being mistaken for one of them had been recorder as a potential pilot. Even on the planet which held the base of the army Scar's intellect and decent knowledge of ships should not have been wasted and as such was sent to Naval Academy where his true story would begin. That's not to say he still suffered from the scars of his previous life, however! It would greatly impact him until some life altering circumstance were to occur.
Service History[edit]
Ranks[edit]
| Ranks | ||||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Insignia | Rank | Start | Until | Reason for Promotion |
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Crewman | February 1, 2007 | February 4, 2007 | Joined the Vast Empire |
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Senior Crewman | February 4, 2007 | N/A | Passing Flight School with Distinction |
Positions[edit]
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| Positions | ||||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Position | Start | Until | Reason | |
| Trainee | February 1, 2007 | February 4, 2007 | Joined the Vast Empire | |
| Flight Member - Kaph 2-4 | February 4, 2007 | N/A | Completion of Flight School | |
Awards and Certifications[edit]
Awards[edit]
| Awards | ||||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Ribbon | Award | Award Name | Date Received | Reason |
| N/A | N/A | N/A | N/A | N/A |
Certification Exams[edit]
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Story Participation[edit]
| Story Participation | ||||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Start Date | End Date | Type | Post Count |
| Had a Bad Day | April 30, 2008 | ? | Personal | 2 |
| Operation: Iron Sweep | May 1, 2008 | ? | Squadron (Kaph) | 5 |
| Total: | 7 | |||
Pilot Rating/Proficiency[edit]
Overal Pilot Rating: TBA
Pilot ProficienciesTechnical
Bombardier
Attacker
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Weapons Proficiencies
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Leadership Skills
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