Post by Vex on Jan 3, 2010 22:05:39 GMT -5
Name: Severin Eckhardt, aka "Sev"
Age: 31
Secret Word: Sent to Aerys
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Human
Human Physical Description: Severin Eckhardt stands a good six feet, four inches tall. He is solid of build and broad shouldered, a byproduct from playing football as a left tackle while in high school and his continuing physical training while in the military. He keeps that midnight black hair cropped short, though he makes full use of the relaxed grooming standards allowed in the Pandora scientific mission and allows it to spike out in a haphazard manner.
He has strong features, a broad, squared jaw and strong chin. His mouth is narrow with thinner lips. On the left corner of his mouth is a scar that bisects from just above to just below, the reminder of a close call during a knife fight in the Rio de Janeiro. He has an aquiline nose, the bridge of which is broadened from having been broken once or twice. It had been set well, but the indications were still subtly there.
Severin's eyes are a stark contrast to the dark of hair. They are a pale, almost mossy green with a hint of gray flecked into them. If he is in a good mood, they almost seem to light up, reflecting the light around them. When Severin gets angry or is in pain; however, those eyes will harden and darken to the color of iron.
Severin's preference for remaining outside and active has caused him to tan almost to an almost olive complexion. He has several scars over his body, which included: gunshot wounds to his left hip and shoulder from an ambush in the Philippines, shrapnel scars on his right leg, and defensive knife wounds on both forearms and the mark by his mouth. The man was definitely not what you would call classically handsome. He was a survivor, however, something that exuded out of his pores and gave him a certain, subtle intensity when looked upon.
Avatar Physical Description: Sev's Avatar shares many of his own physical traits. Although the basic build is so very similar to the Na'vi, the standard human traits are also there. Its ears are slightly smaller than the average Na'vi and the hands have the human number of digits. His bigger frame is apparent in Avatar body as well. While still tall and lean in its power, the Avatar has shoulders that are slightly wider than your average Na'vi and make it seem more powerful. Its facial features hold a square build to them, more strength and angles than the average Na'vi male.
The Avatar stands just an inch shy of ten feet. Its coloration is akin to tiger striping and the "hair" of its Queue is as midnight in hue as that which is on his human head. Its eyes are a very bright yellow with the outer edges ringed in a richer hunter green.
None of Severin's scars are borne on this body. Having yet to slip into it and take control, the Avatar is still pristine and undamaged. No doubt that will change soon after he takes it for its first test drive. As with his human form, the Avatar will wear more durable, casual attire. Rip-resistant jungle fatigues and a black undershirt are the norm, along with canvas-sided jungle boots with rippled soles and waterproof will be the garments of choice.
Personality:
Straight Shooter: Severin doesn't like to lie. He'll joke and tease until the end of time, but he hates being dishonest. He's had to do it a time or two, but unless someone is pretty unobservant, it's not all that hard to realize that he isn't giving away the whole story. Of course, he's also a soldier, so he fully understands and appreciates "need to know". He'll outright tell someone to bugger off if they don't need to know something, or he'll just remain silent about the topic in the first place. A lie by omission is far easier than that which is spoken.
Dry Wit: Severin has a penchant for dry, sarcastic humor. He's not above cutting a little humor at someone's expense, but he never aims below the belt. He enjoys witty one-liners and stating the obvious to amusing ends.
Laid Back: Spending a decade and some change drifting from one life-threatening situation or another has given Sev a rather easy-going demeanor. If it's not a life or death situation or a critical mission, it's hard to get him worked up over things. As long as the threat of imminent death isn't worked into the mix, things really can't be as bad as someone thinks it is. That's his opinion, anyway, and it tends to give him a calm and collected demeanor.
Protective: Sev's a defender. He's always willing to put his life in harm's way to protect someone else. Nothing gets him riled up more than seeing the weak get walked over by the strong. It tends to make him itch to level the playing field a bit. This bleeds over into his job, making him very observant and keen towards potential dangers to those that have taken him on for protection.
Driven: Severin is goal-oriented. He makes a plan and puts it into motion, not stopping until it's completed. He's not one to quit when the situation gets rough. If anything, he thrives on adverse conditions. They make him that much more determined.
Talents:
Firearms: If it has a trigger, Severin has probably gotten his hands on it once or twice. He's always enjoyed shooting and spends as much time as he can fit in keeping his marksmanship up. After all... sometimes you only get one shot.
Unarmed Combat: Okay, it's really a misnomer, as it involves bladed and blunt weapons too. Sometimes you don't have a firearm. Sometimes the firearm is broken. Sometimes the enemy is just too close to fire. You've got two options then: die or take them on up close. Severin learned to fight hand to hand and mixed in some melee weapons for good measure. One might ask the question "why?" He'd point them to the aforementioned answers. Besides, knives and fists don't run out of ammunition.
Adaptability: The environment can be more dangerous than your enemy. It can betray you to your enemy, undermine your goals, and even wind up killing you outright if you aren't careful. His time on the battlefield has been spent going from one hell hole to the next and has encompassed nearly every spectrum possible. He's fought in the urban sprawls and ghettos. He's endured the relentless heat and sand of Saharan days. He has even spent time fighting in the Siberian tundra. Necessity breeds proficiency and Severin is nothing if not proficient. He's survived and thrived in almost any environment a man can find himself in. He's confident he can do the same now in the Pandoran jungle.
Athletic: Severin took to athletics at a very young age. While he spent the majority of his older years trying hard to perfect his football game in the pursuit of a dream that wouldn't be, he'd branched out and done many things when he was younger. His complete confidence in his ability to move and react is tailored from years of natural talent. If it wasn't for that high school injury, he'd probably be a professional.
History: Severin was born in 2155, just after the expulsion of the humans from Pandora. His parents were simple, lower-middle class folk that were just trying to make their way in what was left of the world. They'd been young and in love and far too ignorant of how the world really worked, or the fact that it didn't really work at all. Jared Eckhardt had been slated to be on the next batch of fresh young soldiers to head over to Pandora. Sure...he would have been gone from his son's life until he was grown, but at least his family would have money, would be stable and taken care of. It all went to pots when the news came that Pandora was off-limits, that the locals had somehow managed to kick the RDA off of the planet.
The financial crisis that dropped on the world after that made things very hard for a simple soldier trying to take care of two needy mouths. He took whatever work he could, signing up and shipping out to Mozambique when fighting kicked off there. He made it a year before an anti-personnel mine took off half his face, leaving the Widow Eckhardt and little Severin with little more than a few pictures, videos, and a meager vet pension and benefits.
Severin learned early on to take care of himself. With his mother needing to work two jobs to help supplement the pension, he spent a lot of time at home if he wasn't at school. By the time he was in high school, he was cleaning the house, keeping things straight, and making sure things were done to make life for his mother a little easier. He showed promise in football and had hoped to use that as a springboard to a better life. The economy might be in the pits, but sports still brought in a lot of money. A blown knee junior year ended that dream early, however. His average academics made his prospects pretty grim...so he decided to try his hand at the family business, enlisting the day after graduation.
Severin spent the better part of thirteen years fighting in one blasted place or another. The Siberian tundra, African and Middle Eastern deserts, urban sprawls around the world, this was his higher education. His natural athleticism and keen reactions helped keep him out of harm's way, though the scars he gained made it clear that sometimes it had been a close call.
Momma Eckhardt die of a stroke ten years after he'd enlisted. He'd gotten her into a home and gotten her care, but having him in the military was just too much for the woman, afraid as she was about losing her son like she lost her husband. Fortunately for them both, it happened quickly enough and without pain. Embedded deep into Nicaragua, he didn't even find out until three weeks later when he made it back. He'd taken enough leave to see to her final arrangements and have her cremated before heading back out to war again, to anything that would help him get his mind off of the loss.
Just after his thirty-first birthday he received a call. They needed hardened soldiers...those with experience in adverse environments that could provide security escort for another expedition to Pandora. This expedition, however, wasn't for unobtainium, however. No, one of the private benefactors that were helping to fund the excursion wanted to learn more about the biotic network developed by the eco system. He believed it was the future and was willing to pay top dollar to find out more. The man was even willing to front the cash for an Avatar...to make sure that Severin could be out there with the scientists on equal footing to ensure that they were as protected as possible. If anything was found...the man simply wanted to know.
When Severin saw the paycheck...well...he simply couldn't say no. It was a guaranteed early retirement, something that was unheard of for some grunt. So he hopped on the chance and found himself in a long, long sleep until the awe-inspiring view of Pandora filled the ship view ports.
RP Sample:
Sev dove behind a crumbling brick facade just as high-velocity slugs permeated the air in the space he'd just vacated. The gravel bit into his shoulder as he rolled along it, twisting so his back was against the meager cover. He ignored the sound of bullets breaking the sound barrier a few inches overhead, focusing on swapping out his half-spent magazine with a fresh one. The used one was tucked into a vacant slot in his kit, ammo side down so he'd know it wasn't a full mag.
Lovely day, this one, he thought to himself. The heat from the Columbian sun mingled with the humidity from the Caribbean Sea to make his clothing cling to him in the most unpleasant manner possible. He hadn't even managed to get fully dressed before he'd begun to see sweat stains marring the material. Now, after three hours of fighting in this sauna turned warzone, there wasn't much of him that was dry.
That, of course, wasn't the most pleasant part of this day, however. Oh no...That particular merit was given to the leeches that had decided to hitch a ride while he was crossing a shallow part of Rio Magdalena during his insertion to the Barranquilla contact zone. He'd scraped off the ones he could get with a knife blade, but he didn't have the time to waste losing his trousers to see just what they were clinging to. They'd have to get acquainted at a later date. He couldn't wait.
Reaching up to his throat, he keyed the throat mike, talking into it lightly. "Bravo Tree, this is Bravo One...do you have eyes on the hostile."
The receiver crackled lightly in his ear as the team mate on the other end picked up and responded. "Roger that."
"Good," Sev said into the mike, "Take him out."
A second later, he heard the sound of a wet crunch and the thud of a body hitting the dirt. The sound of the single rifle shot filtering into hearing a second or so later. "Target down."
"Good job. Watch my back, I'm going in for the package." Hearing the assent on the other end, Sev twisted around on a knee, backing from the wall a few inches so he could lead with the muzzle of his carbine as he stood up, scanning the perimeter.
He reached his objective, the small, dilapidated shack, without incident. Kicking open the door, he swept the interior with the barrel of his weapon, finger just itching to have a reason to pull that trigger. It wasn't to be, however, and all he found was the trussed up form of the RDA official's daughter. She looked at him with wide, frightened eyes, clearly thinking that he was allied with her captors.
Sev moved over to her, taking a knee as he pushed that weapon down around and behind him, letting it rest on the sling. He tried to give her a reassuring smile as he pulled out his combat knife, slicing away her bonds before she could get too squirmy and risk hurting herself. "Don't worry, ma'am, I'm with the good guys. Stick with me and we'll have you back home before you know it."
Age: 31
Secret Word: Sent to Aerys
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Human
Human Physical Description: Severin Eckhardt stands a good six feet, four inches tall. He is solid of build and broad shouldered, a byproduct from playing football as a left tackle while in high school and his continuing physical training while in the military. He keeps that midnight black hair cropped short, though he makes full use of the relaxed grooming standards allowed in the Pandora scientific mission and allows it to spike out in a haphazard manner.
He has strong features, a broad, squared jaw and strong chin. His mouth is narrow with thinner lips. On the left corner of his mouth is a scar that bisects from just above to just below, the reminder of a close call during a knife fight in the Rio de Janeiro. He has an aquiline nose, the bridge of which is broadened from having been broken once or twice. It had been set well, but the indications were still subtly there.
Severin's eyes are a stark contrast to the dark of hair. They are a pale, almost mossy green with a hint of gray flecked into them. If he is in a good mood, they almost seem to light up, reflecting the light around them. When Severin gets angry or is in pain; however, those eyes will harden and darken to the color of iron.
Severin's preference for remaining outside and active has caused him to tan almost to an almost olive complexion. He has several scars over his body, which included: gunshot wounds to his left hip and shoulder from an ambush in the Philippines, shrapnel scars on his right leg, and defensive knife wounds on both forearms and the mark by his mouth. The man was definitely not what you would call classically handsome. He was a survivor, however, something that exuded out of his pores and gave him a certain, subtle intensity when looked upon.
Avatar Physical Description: Sev's Avatar shares many of his own physical traits. Although the basic build is so very similar to the Na'vi, the standard human traits are also there. Its ears are slightly smaller than the average Na'vi and the hands have the human number of digits. His bigger frame is apparent in Avatar body as well. While still tall and lean in its power, the Avatar has shoulders that are slightly wider than your average Na'vi and make it seem more powerful. Its facial features hold a square build to them, more strength and angles than the average Na'vi male.
The Avatar stands just an inch shy of ten feet. Its coloration is akin to tiger striping and the "hair" of its Queue is as midnight in hue as that which is on his human head. Its eyes are a very bright yellow with the outer edges ringed in a richer hunter green.
None of Severin's scars are borne on this body. Having yet to slip into it and take control, the Avatar is still pristine and undamaged. No doubt that will change soon after he takes it for its first test drive. As with his human form, the Avatar will wear more durable, casual attire. Rip-resistant jungle fatigues and a black undershirt are the norm, along with canvas-sided jungle boots with rippled soles and waterproof will be the garments of choice.
Personality:
Straight Shooter: Severin doesn't like to lie. He'll joke and tease until the end of time, but he hates being dishonest. He's had to do it a time or two, but unless someone is pretty unobservant, it's not all that hard to realize that he isn't giving away the whole story. Of course, he's also a soldier, so he fully understands and appreciates "need to know". He'll outright tell someone to bugger off if they don't need to know something, or he'll just remain silent about the topic in the first place. A lie by omission is far easier than that which is spoken.
Dry Wit: Severin has a penchant for dry, sarcastic humor. He's not above cutting a little humor at someone's expense, but he never aims below the belt. He enjoys witty one-liners and stating the obvious to amusing ends.
Laid Back: Spending a decade and some change drifting from one life-threatening situation or another has given Sev a rather easy-going demeanor. If it's not a life or death situation or a critical mission, it's hard to get him worked up over things. As long as the threat of imminent death isn't worked into the mix, things really can't be as bad as someone thinks it is. That's his opinion, anyway, and it tends to give him a calm and collected demeanor.
Protective: Sev's a defender. He's always willing to put his life in harm's way to protect someone else. Nothing gets him riled up more than seeing the weak get walked over by the strong. It tends to make him itch to level the playing field a bit. This bleeds over into his job, making him very observant and keen towards potential dangers to those that have taken him on for protection.
Driven: Severin is goal-oriented. He makes a plan and puts it into motion, not stopping until it's completed. He's not one to quit when the situation gets rough. If anything, he thrives on adverse conditions. They make him that much more determined.
Talents:
Firearms: If it has a trigger, Severin has probably gotten his hands on it once or twice. He's always enjoyed shooting and spends as much time as he can fit in keeping his marksmanship up. After all... sometimes you only get one shot.
Unarmed Combat: Okay, it's really a misnomer, as it involves bladed and blunt weapons too. Sometimes you don't have a firearm. Sometimes the firearm is broken. Sometimes the enemy is just too close to fire. You've got two options then: die or take them on up close. Severin learned to fight hand to hand and mixed in some melee weapons for good measure. One might ask the question "why?" He'd point them to the aforementioned answers. Besides, knives and fists don't run out of ammunition.
Adaptability: The environment can be more dangerous than your enemy. It can betray you to your enemy, undermine your goals, and even wind up killing you outright if you aren't careful. His time on the battlefield has been spent going from one hell hole to the next and has encompassed nearly every spectrum possible. He's fought in the urban sprawls and ghettos. He's endured the relentless heat and sand of Saharan days. He has even spent time fighting in the Siberian tundra. Necessity breeds proficiency and Severin is nothing if not proficient. He's survived and thrived in almost any environment a man can find himself in. He's confident he can do the same now in the Pandoran jungle.
Athletic: Severin took to athletics at a very young age. While he spent the majority of his older years trying hard to perfect his football game in the pursuit of a dream that wouldn't be, he'd branched out and done many things when he was younger. His complete confidence in his ability to move and react is tailored from years of natural talent. If it wasn't for that high school injury, he'd probably be a professional.
History: Severin was born in 2155, just after the expulsion of the humans from Pandora. His parents were simple, lower-middle class folk that were just trying to make their way in what was left of the world. They'd been young and in love and far too ignorant of how the world really worked, or the fact that it didn't really work at all. Jared Eckhardt had been slated to be on the next batch of fresh young soldiers to head over to Pandora. Sure...he would have been gone from his son's life until he was grown, but at least his family would have money, would be stable and taken care of. It all went to pots when the news came that Pandora was off-limits, that the locals had somehow managed to kick the RDA off of the planet.
The financial crisis that dropped on the world after that made things very hard for a simple soldier trying to take care of two needy mouths. He took whatever work he could, signing up and shipping out to Mozambique when fighting kicked off there. He made it a year before an anti-personnel mine took off half his face, leaving the Widow Eckhardt and little Severin with little more than a few pictures, videos, and a meager vet pension and benefits.
Severin learned early on to take care of himself. With his mother needing to work two jobs to help supplement the pension, he spent a lot of time at home if he wasn't at school. By the time he was in high school, he was cleaning the house, keeping things straight, and making sure things were done to make life for his mother a little easier. He showed promise in football and had hoped to use that as a springboard to a better life. The economy might be in the pits, but sports still brought in a lot of money. A blown knee junior year ended that dream early, however. His average academics made his prospects pretty grim...so he decided to try his hand at the family business, enlisting the day after graduation.
Severin spent the better part of thirteen years fighting in one blasted place or another. The Siberian tundra, African and Middle Eastern deserts, urban sprawls around the world, this was his higher education. His natural athleticism and keen reactions helped keep him out of harm's way, though the scars he gained made it clear that sometimes it had been a close call.
Momma Eckhardt die of a stroke ten years after he'd enlisted. He'd gotten her into a home and gotten her care, but having him in the military was just too much for the woman, afraid as she was about losing her son like she lost her husband. Fortunately for them both, it happened quickly enough and without pain. Embedded deep into Nicaragua, he didn't even find out until three weeks later when he made it back. He'd taken enough leave to see to her final arrangements and have her cremated before heading back out to war again, to anything that would help him get his mind off of the loss.
Just after his thirty-first birthday he received a call. They needed hardened soldiers...those with experience in adverse environments that could provide security escort for another expedition to Pandora. This expedition, however, wasn't for unobtainium, however. No, one of the private benefactors that were helping to fund the excursion wanted to learn more about the biotic network developed by the eco system. He believed it was the future and was willing to pay top dollar to find out more. The man was even willing to front the cash for an Avatar...to make sure that Severin could be out there with the scientists on equal footing to ensure that they were as protected as possible. If anything was found...the man simply wanted to know.
When Severin saw the paycheck...well...he simply couldn't say no. It was a guaranteed early retirement, something that was unheard of for some grunt. So he hopped on the chance and found himself in a long, long sleep until the awe-inspiring view of Pandora filled the ship view ports.
RP Sample:
Sev dove behind a crumbling brick facade just as high-velocity slugs permeated the air in the space he'd just vacated. The gravel bit into his shoulder as he rolled along it, twisting so his back was against the meager cover. He ignored the sound of bullets breaking the sound barrier a few inches overhead, focusing on swapping out his half-spent magazine with a fresh one. The used one was tucked into a vacant slot in his kit, ammo side down so he'd know it wasn't a full mag.
Lovely day, this one, he thought to himself. The heat from the Columbian sun mingled with the humidity from the Caribbean Sea to make his clothing cling to him in the most unpleasant manner possible. He hadn't even managed to get fully dressed before he'd begun to see sweat stains marring the material. Now, after three hours of fighting in this sauna turned warzone, there wasn't much of him that was dry.
That, of course, wasn't the most pleasant part of this day, however. Oh no...That particular merit was given to the leeches that had decided to hitch a ride while he was crossing a shallow part of Rio Magdalena during his insertion to the Barranquilla contact zone. He'd scraped off the ones he could get with a knife blade, but he didn't have the time to waste losing his trousers to see just what they were clinging to. They'd have to get acquainted at a later date. He couldn't wait.
Reaching up to his throat, he keyed the throat mike, talking into it lightly. "Bravo Tree, this is Bravo One...do you have eyes on the hostile."
The receiver crackled lightly in his ear as the team mate on the other end picked up and responded. "Roger that."
"Good," Sev said into the mike, "Take him out."
A second later, he heard the sound of a wet crunch and the thud of a body hitting the dirt. The sound of the single rifle shot filtering into hearing a second or so later. "Target down."
"Good job. Watch my back, I'm going in for the package." Hearing the assent on the other end, Sev twisted around on a knee, backing from the wall a few inches so he could lead with the muzzle of his carbine as he stood up, scanning the perimeter.
He reached his objective, the small, dilapidated shack, without incident. Kicking open the door, he swept the interior with the barrel of his weapon, finger just itching to have a reason to pull that trigger. It wasn't to be, however, and all he found was the trussed up form of the RDA official's daughter. She looked at him with wide, frightened eyes, clearly thinking that he was allied with her captors.
Sev moved over to her, taking a knee as he pushed that weapon down around and behind him, letting it rest on the sling. He tried to give her a reassuring smile as he pulled out his combat knife, slicing away her bonds before she could get too squirmy and risk hurting herself. "Don't worry, ma'am, I'm with the good guys. Stick with me and we'll have you back home before you know it."
