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| − | | name = Koltan 'Kol' Seraph | + | | image = http://art.swc-empire.com/avatar/8080_seraph.jpg<br><br>http://art.swc-empire.com/ranks/MO-5.png <br> <b>Lieutenant Colonel Kol Seraph</b><br>Imperial Army |
| − | | image = http://art.swc-empire.com/avatar/8080_seraph.jpg<br><br>http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/MO-1.gif http://www.swc-empire.com/ISB/images/gold1.gif<br><b>2nd Lieutenant Kol Seraph</b><br>Brigade Commanding Officer<br>4th Brigade, the Spectres<br>Imperial Army | + | | race = Human |
| − | | race = [[Coruscanti]] | + | | homeworld = Taris |
| − | | homeworld = [[Coruscant]] | + | | mother = Lasha Seraph (assumed deceased) |
| − | | mother = Lasha Seraph † | + | | father = Garran Seraph (assumed deceased) |
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| | + | *Archive Project Manager [IIS] |
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| − | 2nd Lieutenant '''Koltan 'Kol' Seraph''' is a 20-year-old Coruscanti male, currently serving as Commanding Officer of the 4th Reconnaissance Brigade, and the 1st Imperial Legion's Signals Officer. He also faithfully serves the New Order in several part time capacities beyond the Imperial Army, namely as an Archivist and Recruiter for COMPNOR's Imperial Information Service and Imperial Centre for Recruitment, respectively.
| + | '''Koltan "Kol" Seraph''' is a 25-year-old Human [[Imperial Army]] Officer and former [[COMPNOR]] member, currently holding the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. From Y14 D323 to Y15 D58, he served as Project Manager for the [[Imperial Archives]], succeeding his fellow Brigade Commander, comrade, and close friend, [[Amne Zailyn]]. |
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| + | Kol Seraph was born on Taris, on Y-11 D232 to Garran and Lasha Seraph, who were refugees from a war in the Outer Rim. Although educated, as Kol’s parents were refugees, the Seraphs were forced to live in poverty in Taris’ Lower City, a violent place made infamous by its swoop gangs and ever-present signs of urban decay. Unwilling to spend the rest of his life in hardscrabble poverty and squalor under the great spires of his segregated urban homeworld, Kol ran away from home during his adolescence and joined one of the Lower City’s swoop gangs: the “Undercity Shades”, vowing never to look back. |
| − | From what little I can remember, I was born in the district of Sah'c Town, on Coruscant, on Year -7 Day 234. I don't remember too much about my family, but I remember the names of my parents: my father was named Garran, and my mother Lasha. They weren't from the capital or the Core, from what I can recall of their accents, so I suppose they must've been refugees or expatriates from the Colonies or the Rim worlds. I don't recall my parents ever mentioning if I had any brothers or sisters, so I can only assume that I was an only child.
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| − | Despite the hazy recollection that I have of much of my early years, I do remember one day clearly, when a group of uniformed men came to our home while my father was away working. My mother told me to go to my room and stay quiet in there until the men had gone, but my curiosity got the better of me. When I poked my head out to get a good look and be able to listen to the conversation the leader of the group was having with my mother, one of his companions noticed me, and my mother began sobbing uncontrollably. I backed into my room and tried to hide from the strangers, but they eventually found me. They dragged me, kicking and screaming, from the only home I had ever known.
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| − | As it turns out, the men who had abducted me were employees of something called the "Youth Commission", who had deemed my ailing parents as "persons unable to provide for their offspring". I was taken to the Orphanage and given a number, which I had to memorize, that number was 'B-241-E232'. There I was put into a group of children my age, who had also been 'relocated' from their homes in a similar fashion. As we were the youngest in the facility at the time, both the staff and the older boys would often beat us regularly between the lessons, drills, and meal times that marked our stay in that damned place. Food was always scarce, and fights between groups of children over little more than a scrap of bread were common. The staff explained to us that a hard life was a crucible for us to be broken and remade in a more useful form, and any instance of disobedience or disrespect was answered with harsh discipline.
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| − | I had two educations in the Orphanage: the first was the public one, which taught us how to read and write Imperial Basic, how to do math, a little Galactic history, why Humans were better suited to serve the New Order than aliens, and so on and so forth... the standard education for Imperial boys, with very little deviations from what is taught in similar institutions to this day. The second curriculum was more intuitive: to learn how and why people acted the way they did, how to interpret their very nature. I began to watch for the patterns by which the guards moved around the facility, where they neglected to go, and what they failed to see. It didn't take me long to discover that weakness was a thing to be abhorred, and that if one was alone, one was weak; that the strong and the cunning were meant to rule over the weak and the stupid. I also recall the day I discovered that others my age and younger could be made to do whatever I wanted if I at least made the impression of giving them what they wanted, all the while remaining in control. Eventually, there were only two groups of people in my mind: my friends and family, and everyone else. We were visited many times by strangers, but the worst by far were the Doctors. I still don't know what they were doing, but I knew intuitively that nothing good could come from all the needles and probes they jabbed into us, and the pills they were forcing down our throats. Friends often disappeared, and were never heard or discussed again. I ceaselessly planned my eventual escape, but attempted only a few times, my plans growing more and more elaborate with each passing. After a few years, I was finally able to get out and make my way home. What I found was an empty, abandoned complex, condemned by order of the Imperial Medical Authority. There had been a quarantine several months before, and the diseased residents within ended up committing suicide, murdering each other, starving out, or simply allowed the disease to take them. I still don't know into which category my parents fell. Afterwards, in what I can only call a fit on insensate rage, I gathered up some materials on hand, as if by instinct knowing what I would need, and burned the whole tenement hab down. Having nowhere else to go, I waited for the Commission to find me. When they did, they threw me into a dark room for a couple months, and I was beaten regularly. The only thing that kept me going, I came to realize, were my friends and fellow victims.
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| − | Life in the Undercity isn't pleasant for anybody, but it sure helps if you're not alone, and you have sharp wits about you. When we realized what we had to be willing to do to survive, I allowed those of us who were less-dedicated to our cause to strike off on their own... a veritable death sentence. Most who left were never seen again, and we'd heard stories of 'Shades', invisible monsters who stalked the depths of the Undercity, snatching away lost souls into the shadows, from which there was no hope of escape. Sufficed to say, none of us went anywhere alone, least the stories be based on some level of truth. Darkness, starvation, and despair breed interesting things in people.
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| − | In such an environment, those who are willing to adapt and do whatever necessary to stay alive are the ones who make it at the end of the day, still breathing. We were unbound from the rules followed by those who dwelt above us, and so, united by our shared lot in life, we made ourselves force to be reckoned with. Of course life was never any easier, but all of us knew that if we turned on each other, the losing party in the ensuing fight would face exile. We also learned how effective a weapon fear was, so on my recommendation, we would cover our faces and skin in soot, allowing us to blend into the darkness, from which we could strike on unwary, lost souls to relieve them of their 'disposable income'. Our fear of the Shades made us adopt the name as our own, so that others would feel that same fear. And so our predations added weight to the old Undercity legend.
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| − | However, we certainly weren't alone in the dark. There were the 'old guards', brotherhoods that were already well established in the Undercity, who each had grudges, feuds, and claims to 'grounds', areas of the Undercity they thought belonged to them by right of tradition, leading to an endless series of conflicts between them. There were also the 'newbloods', ourselves included, who officially had no grounds to themselves, and whose claims were not recognized. And, of course, there was the Mob, to whom we all had to pay a cut of what we earned... regardless of being Old Guard or Newblood. Both groups, including the feuding brotherhoods that comprised them, were united by one common thing: a hatred of the Mob. We would've loved nothing more than to tear their claims apart, and enjoy the spoils of their demise. They had everything we wanted: money, power, and respect. But the Bosses knew that if we truly united against them, their reign would come to an end sooner or later, so they played us against each other, sponsoring different camps and creating tensions to keep our sights on each other, and away from them.
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| − | When we started getting noticed, the Mob, true to form, sent someone to talk. In response to the recognition they gave us, I returned the courtesy by letting the emissary return alive, but not necessarily whole... Predictably, the Mob tried to return the favor by having us promptly wiped out, to preserve their illusory stranglehold on power in the Undercity, and to teach us a lesson in respect. But their enforcers' failure to deal with us galvanized enmity for the Mob that had festered in the hearts of the other gangs. Sensing weakness in a common foe, the brotherhoods began putting aside their differences, and began to talk about how to take back what we thought was rightfully ours.
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| − | 4 years of fighting a guerilla war against the Mob and their bands of mercenaries passed, with the death of every Shade and Undercity brother only strengthening our resolve to bring the rule of the Bosses down. Our numbers steadily growing along with our notoriety, we Shades became key players in the campaign, as we had nothing to lose and everything to gain, and as we understood the power of intimidation, we did not waver when the Mob attempted to distract us from our purpose. After 4 years of fighting, when the Mob seemed about to be driven from the Undercity once and for all, victory certainly seemed near. However, this was not to be.
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| − | And so, abandoning their loyalties to their brothers, the traitors our side orchestrated our downfall: we were led to believe that the Mob was on its last legs, and one final, decisive strike would end their so-called reign. Taking the opportunity, all of the brotherhoods prepared for the attack, I myself marshalling the Shades to strike. We were so confident that we all stood in the same camp, confident that our fight would at last be over. Little did I know, however, that we were marching into a trap designed by our false brothers.
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| − | The ensuing debacle began when our own turned on each other, throwing us into chaos. With our ranks effectively in disarray, mercenaries hired by the Mob entered the fray, gunning down loyal brothers and traitors indiscriminately. I realized then that ours was a lost cause, but as others ran for their lives, we remained, and we paid dearly for standing our ground. In the aftermath, only I and the traitors within the Shades remained, and the mercs forced me to watch as they gave the traitors their just rewards, a blaster bolt to the back of their heads. They saved me for last, of course, intending to draw out my torment. When at last it was my turn to die, I accepted my fate with grim finality, having already come to terms with the inevitability of my death in the Undercity, at some point or another, if not by the Mob or their hired guns, than by the hand of a rival gang. However, much to my surprise, the mercs and the Mob Boss who had taken a special interest in my execution were now being gunned down themselves. Expecting to see a friendly gang rallying to avenge the death of the Shades and so many others, I was shocked to see the newcomers wearing stark white armor, armed with blaster rifles, a rare sight in the Undercity. Instantly recognizable as Stormtroopers by their armor and the discipline with which they attacked, the Mob was taken completely by surprise by the onslaught, and the Imperials made short work of them. To this very day, I thought the disciplined, coordinated, lethal grace with which they moved in their white armor was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The Empire was something all of us in the Undercity were aware of, make no mistake, but the New Order had thus far remained in the upper levels and wealthy districts. None of us had ever seen a Stormtrooper here before, yet alone groups of them. Little did I know at the time, but times were changing, and the Empire, its strength and resolve resurgent, was planting its flag in the regions of the Capital where it as of yet had no true control.
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| − | My enemies and would-be executioners either dead or dispersed by the ferocity of the Imperial attack, I was still wide eyed in shock when the Stormtroopers found me. Seeing as I was bound and unarmed, and seeing me covered in blood, grime, and soot, not to mention the scores of bodies that wore similar colors, the soldiers allowed me to live, and go about my business. But I would have none of that! From then on, I had found my deliverance, my redemption. Its name was the Imperial Army of the Galactic Empire.
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| − | | + | After several years, Kol, whose blond hair, slim, lanky frame, and emerald-green eyes belied an uncommon cunning, ambition, and willpower, eventually rose to become one of the Shades’ ranking lieutenants, known for planning and leading many daring and successful raids against rival gangs in the Lower City, and attacking vulnerable commercial interests in the slightly less troubled Middle City. This lucrative state of affairs began to change for the worse, however, after the [[Galactic Empire]] claimed Taris and took over Taris’ Upper City, installing a planetary governor and garrisoning the planet with large numbers of well-disciplined foreign troops. The Shades, along with their fellow gangs, began making plans to defend the Lower City from Imperial attack, and each attempted to unite all the gangs under their banner through strength of arms, leading to a vicious gang war. This vicious, internecine conflict eventually spilled into the Middle City, forcing the Empire’s hand to intervene. Realizing that the war against the Empire was lost before it had even begun, Kol abandoned the Shades and went into hiding, knowing that he could not return home, as doing so would put his innocent parents’ lives in jeopardy, and committed to stay true to his promise to never turn back no matter what, no longer for his own sake, but for theirs now as well. |
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| − | Now, at this point, I was 16, my friends were all dead, and there was nothing left for me in the Undercity. I understood that I had lived too long a life down there already, and if I remained, I would only be tempting the fates further. Those soldiers offered me a way out, and I found our goals complemented each other. While I ran with the Shades, I shared a common opinion with pretty much everyone else who lived in the squalor of the Undercity: I believed the Empire was something that was, despite the fact that it considered Coruscant to be its capital world, too far away or too disconnected from the plight of the people to make a real difference wherever the sun didn't shine, like the Old Republic did, according to the stories. However, I learned that this all changed in Year 10. Vodo was cracking down on criminal organizations throughout the planet, not just in the Upper Levels... I just so happened to be a kid who was caught in, and survived, the crossfire.
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| − | I felt that things were changing, and I wanted to be a part of it. I still wanted to make my enemies pay for killing my friends, but now I wanted to do it while also wearing the uniform of an Imperial Stormtrooper. The Empire and I agreed, we both thought it was high time that justice and order, no matter how brutal or cold, be once again brought to Coruscant, the Galaxy, and my own life. And so, after convincing the Squad Sergeant to allow me to tag along with his unit back to their home base (much to the irritation of a particular Corporal I remember, who must have thought that I, who appeared to be no more than a simple street urchin, I suppose, was only interested in getting to the Upper City to steal something), I asked around about joining up, and I was directed to a Recruitment Office.
| + | While in hiding, however, Kol was discovered and caught by his former comrades, who nearly beat him to death, and would have finished the job, had it not been for the intervention of a squad of Imperial soldiers conducting a reconnaissance patrol of the Lower City, in advance of the main assault force. His tormentors killed by the Imperials, Kol was rescued and brought to the Middle City for medical treatment, a turn of events which convinced him to re-evaluate his views on the [[New Order]], a society he had been taught to hate and distrust by his treacherous former peers. |
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| − | The Recruiter didn't ask too many questions, likely based on my appearance and demeanor. I quickly caught onto his propaganda, and asked him questions which forced him to give me the truth about service. Not that I minded, I knew he was serving the New Order according to his strengths... he was doing his duty.
| + | After Kol had recovered in the Middle City (the traumatic experience of first awakening fully submerged in a bacta tank developing into a lifelong phobia of confinement in close quarters, and a distrust of doctors and medical treatment in general), Kol made up his mind to join the [[Imperial Army]], and to leave Taris behind for good. At the time, however, he was 16, being a year too young to enlist. So Kol instead joined [[COMPNOR]]’s Tarisian Imperial Youth Militia, a local paramilitary organization of youths devoted to ending the gang violence that, it was said, had plagued the Lower City for untold generations. His experience as a gang leader of no small repute serving him well in the Youth Militia, Kol soon distinguished himself and swiftly climbed up the organization’s ranks. By the time of Kol’s 17th birthday, his prior service in the IYM had earned him passage off-world, to commence Basic Training in the Imperial Army. |
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| + | Kol trained as an IBT Recruit under Captain Rik Zoidic, then CO of the [[3rd Imperial Legion]], who recognized Seraph’s ability to grasp fieldcraft, specifically a heightened perception of his surroundings and ability to move about unseen if he wished, as well as his affinity for piloting ground and air repulsorcraft, traits that had more than earned Seraph a place in the Army’s Reconnaissance Corps. After graduating from Basic Training, Seraph was promoted to Private, and made a Legionnaire of the [[1st Imperial Legion]], being assigned to the 1st Brigade, “the Immortals”. |
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| + | Having reached as far as he could go in the Army while remaining a Non-Commissioned Officer, but unwilling to relinquish his ambition of one day having his own command, Seraph made clear his intention to undertake the rigorous training and studies necessary for him to earn a commission and become an Officer. With his CO’s support, Kol enrolled in the infamously exclusive Imperial Army College on Carida, source of the Army’s finest commissioned Officers and located in the immediate vicinity of Army HQ. Applying his practical experience garnered both during his adolescence on Taris and after enlisting in the Army, Seraph excelled in his studies, surpassing many of his higher-class peers. Several months after enrolling in the Army College, Seraph graduated and earned his commission to 2nd Lieutenant, returning to 1BDE as an officer whose area of expertise, Brigade Command – Reconnaissance Specialization, earned him the coveted Brigade Command Medal. Lieutenant Seraph concluded his tenure as 1st Brigade Executive Officer by co-ordinating leadership of the Immortals with Captain Ai, helping lead them to a resounding victory against a determined Rebel incursion against the 5 worlds of the Ralltiir system, located in the Darpa Sector. In recognition of the Immortals’ decisive triumph in the Ralltiir theatre in mid-Year 13, the Immortals received the praise and adulation of the whole Empire, and the ACO, Lord General [[Graeda L`Annan|L`Annan]] herself, awarded each and every member of the 1st Brigade with the Unit Distinguished Service medal. Captain Ai himself was also promoted to Major and awarded with the Achievement Medal for his leadership, accolades which Kol was proud to have helped his CO earn. |
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| − | The engagement on Fenves lasted only about a standard month, as the Rebs there seemed to lack the stomach for an open engagement after we assassinated the core of their leadership on the planet. Their desperate situation had only become more hopeless when Navy elements had succeeded in effectively cutting off the planet from the rest of the Galaxy in the form of a blockade. Following the inevitable Rebel surrender, 1st Recon was rotated off the planet, having been replaced by indigenous pro-Imperial forces. Personally, I hadn't had enough of the dusty, barren world yet, since I found I could kill people so artfully (and lead others to do it well too), but I realized soon enough that, the threat of escalating rebellion and dissent neutralized, our mission to Fenves was complete.
| + | With the subsequent appointment of [[Santiano Salazar]] as the new Commanding Officer of the 1st Legion, the vacancy in the chain of command Seraph had long awaited finally presented itself. Before his appointment, Salazar had been CO of the 1st Brigade’s sister unit, 4BDE, better known by their nickname: “the Spectres”. ACOMD was now looking for a promising young officer to assume command of the premier Reconnaissance Brigade in the Army, and Lieutenant Seraph put his name forward, confident that his credentials and record of service among the Immortals would earn him his own command. He was not disappointed, as the reins of command were bestowed upon him, along with the honor of an accompanying promotion to 1st Lieutenant. Seraph commanded 4BDE with Icarus Carinae as his 2iC, and [[Redme Schwarz]] as his Sergeant Major, and during his tenure as BCO, the Spectres contributed much to the Army-wide initiative known as [Operation: Isolated Axiom], which sought to modernize various aspects of combat doctrine in the face of increasing aggression against the Galactic Empire and its [[Imperial Union|allies]] from the belligerent, renegade states of the [[Galactic Alliance]]. |
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| | Surname: Seraph <br> | | Surname: Seraph <br> |
| − | Given Name(s): Koltan, 'Kol' <br> | + | Given Name(s): Koltan, "Kol" <br> |
| − | Race: Coruscanti, Class A Citizen <br>
| + | Age: 25 <br> |
| − | Gender: M <br>
| + | Species: Class A Citizen (Human - Tarisian) <br> |
| − | Rank: 2nd Lieutenant, Imperial Army <br> | + | Branch: Imperial Army <br> |
| − | Service Number: IACO-B52-693-665 <br> | + | Rank: Lieutenant Colonel [O-5] <br> |
| − | Education: Imperial Academy Graduate <br>
| + | Service Number: IACO-K17-665-S89 <br> |
| − | Age: 20 <br>
| + | Security Clearance Level: Top Secret <br> |
| − | Homeworld: Coruscant, Sah'c Town <br>
| + | Formal Education: <br> |
| − | Family: Garran Seraph (father; deceased), Lasha Seraph (mother; deceased), no siblings
| + | *Imperial Basic Training (Army), <br> |
| | + | *Imperial Army College (Brigade Command, Reconnaissance Specialization), <br> |
| | + | *Imperial Intelligence Agent Certification <br> |
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| | ===Psychological Profile=== | | ===Psychological Profile=== |
| − | Personality Type: '''Rationalist''' <br>
| + | [UNDER CONSTRUCTION] |
| − | Rationalists are motivated by a desire to understand and gain power over their surroundings. They seek to control, predict, and explain reality, to be seen as competent, and to most of all possess competencies, capabilities, abilities, capacities, skills, and ingenuity pertaining to their field of concentration. They seek to do things well under varying circumstances, to constantly improve, to be free of errors, to increase their store of knowledge and to learn as much as they can, to rearrange their environment to suit their needs, to speculate about the possible motivations and thoughts of those they associate with, and to attempt to fit their experiences into some sort of system. They tend to be adaptable, impartial, tenacious, and uncompromising leaders.
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| | ===Physical Description=== | | ===Physical Description=== |
| − | Height: 6'2 <br> | + | Height: 6'0 <br> |
| | Weight: 165 lbs <br> | | Weight: 165 lbs <br> |
| − | Build: Lean <br> | + | Build: Fit <br> |
| − | Skin Color: White <br>
| + | Complexion: Fair <br> |
| | Eye Color: Green <br> | | Eye Color: Green <br> |
| | Hair Color: Blond <br> | | Hair Color: Blond <br> |
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| − | ==Imperial Army Service Record== | |
| − | ===Ranks=== | |
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| | |- style="background:#B80000; color:white" align="center" | | |- style="background:#B80000; color:white" align="center" |
| | ! Grade !! Insignia !! Rank !! Time held (Combine Time) !! Time held (Real Time) | | ! Grade !! Insignia !! Rank !! Time held (Combine Time) !! Time held (Real Time) |
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| − | |[E-1] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/ME-1.gif || Recruit || Year 12 Day 189 - Year 12 Day 191 || June 6th, 2011 - June 8th, 2011 | + | |[E-1] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/ME-1.gif || Recruit || Year 12 Day 187 - Year 12 Day 189 || June 6th, 2011 - June 8th, 2011 |
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| − | |[E-2] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/ME-2.gif || Private || Year 12 Day 191 - Year 12 Day 284 || June 8th, 2011 - September 9th, 2011 | + | |[E-2] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/ME-2.gif || Private || Year 12 Day 189 - Year 12 Day 283 || June 8th, 2011 - September 9th, 2011 |
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| − | |[E-3] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/ME-3.gif || Corporal || Year 12 Day 284 - Year 12 Day 327 || September 9th, 2011 - October 22nd, 2011 | + | |[E-3] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/ME-3.gif || Corporal || Year 12 Day 283 - Year 12 Day 327 || September 9th, 2011 - October 24th, 2011 |
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| − | |[E-4] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/ME-4.gif || Sergeant || Year 12 Day 327 - Year 13 Day 43 || October 22nd, 2011 - January 11th, 2012 | + | |[E-4] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/ME-4.gif || Sergeant || Year 12 Day 327 - Year 13 Day 43 || October 24th, 2011 - January 13th, 2012 |
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| − | |[E-5] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/ME-5.gif || Master Sergeant || Year 13 Day 43 – Year 13 Day 108 || January 11th, 2012 – March 17th, 2012 | + | |[E-5] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/ME-5.gif || Master Sergeant || Year 13 Day 43 – Year 13 Day 108 || January 13th, 2012 – March 17th, 2012 |
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| − | |[E-6] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/ME-6.gif || Command Sergeant || Year 13 Day 108 - Year 13 Day 199 || March 17th, 2012 - June 15th, 2012 | + | |[E-6] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/ME-6.gif || Command Sergeant || Year 13 Day 108 - Year 13 Day 198 || March 17th, 2012 - June 15th, 2012 |
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| − | |[O-1] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/MO-1.gif || 2nd Lieutenant || Year 13 Day 199 - PRESENT || June 15th, 2012 - PRESENT | + | |[O-1] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/MO-1.gif || 2nd Lieutenant || Year 13 Day 198 - Year 13 Day 273 || June 15th, 2012 - August 29th, 2012 |
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| | + | |[O-2] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/MO-2.gif || 1st Lieutenant || Year 13 Day 273 - Year 13 Day 315 || August 29th, 2012 - October 10th, 2012 |
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| − | ===Awards=== | + | ===Intelligence Ranks=== |
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| − | |- style="background:#008000; color:white" align="center" | + | |- style="background:#C10C00; color:white" align="center" |
| − | ! Ribbon!! Name !! Date Awarded !! Awarded by | + | ! Grade !! Insignia !! Rank !! Time held (Combine Time) !! Time held (Real Time) |
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| | + | |[O-2] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/intelligence/IIO-2.gif || Agent || Year 12 Day 315 – Year 14 Day 185 || October 10th, 2012 – June 2nd, 2013 |
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| − | |http://www.swc-empire.com/images/awards/IABG.jpg || Imperial Academy Basic Graduate [IABG] || Year 12 Day 191 (08-06-2011) || Rik Zoidic
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| − | |http://www.swc-empire.com/images/awards/ISM.jpg || Imperial Service Medal [ISM] || Year 13 Day 101 (10-03-2012) || Zhaff Orikan
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| − | |http://www.swc-empire.com/images/awards/ICM.jpg || Imperial Campaign Medal [ICM] || Year 13 Day 101 (10-03-2012) || Zhaff Orikan
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| − | |http://www.swc-empire.com/images/awards/IMM.jpg || Imperial Monthly Meeting [IMM] || Year 13 Day 101 (10-03-2012) || Zhaff Orikan
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| − | |http://www.swc-empire.com/images/awards/CMM.jpg || COMPNOR Member Medal [CMM] || Year 13 Day 186 (03-06-2012) || Zhaff Orikan
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| − | |http://www.swc-empire.com/images/awards/ISM-1.jpg || Imperial Service Medal - 1 Year [ISM-1] || Year 13 Day 189 (06-06-2012) || Akai Ai
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| − | ===Appointments=== | + | ===Army Ranks=== |
| − | '''[Legion Signals Officer]''' <br>
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| − | Appointed 1st Imperial Legion Signals Officer <br>
| + | |- style="background:#B80000; color:white" align="center" |
| − | Year 13 Day 37 <br>
| + | ! Grade !! Insignia !! Rank !! Time held (Combine Time) !! Time held (Real Time) |
| − | January 5th, 2012
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| + | |[O-2] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/MO-2.gif || 1st Lieutenant || Year 14 Day 189 - Year 14 Day 296 || June 6th, 2013 - September 21st, 2013 |
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| − | '''[Archivist]''' <br>
| + | |[O-3] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/MO-3.gif || Captain || Year 14 Day 296 - Year 14 Day 337 || September 21st, 2013 - November 1st, 2013 |
| − | Appointed to the Imperial Archives Staff <br>
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| − | Year 13 Day 58 <br>
| + | |[O-5] || http://art.swc-empire.com/images/ranks/military/MO-5.gif http://art.swc-empire.com/ranks/MO-5.png || Lieutenant Colonel || Year 14 Day 337 - Present || November 1st, 2013 - Present |
| − | January 26th, 2012
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| − | '''[Recruiter]''' <br>
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| − | Appointed to the Imperial Centre for Recruitment Staff <br>
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| − | Year 13 Day 59 <br>
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| − | January 27th, 2012
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| − | '''[Brigade Executive Officer]''' <br>
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| − | Appointed 1st Assault Brigade Executive Officer <br>
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| − | Year 13 Day 73 <br> | |
| − | February 10th, 2012
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| − | '''[Brigade Commanding Officer]''' <br>
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| − | Appointed 4th Reconnaissance Brigade Commanding Officer <br>
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| − | Year 13 Day 202 <br> | |
| − | June 19th, 2012 | |
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| − | ===Commission===
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| − | '''[Commissioned Officer]''' <br>
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| − | Promoted to Army 2nd Lieutenant <br>
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| − | Year 13 Day 199 <br>
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| − | June 15th, 2012
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| − | ==Memorable Quotes==
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| − | | 1 = Welcome to MY world, where we do things MY way... | |
| − | | 2 = Kol during his time as leader of the Undercity Shades}} | |
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| − | | 1 = A great people can be killed, but they cannot be intimidated. | |
| − | | 2 = RCT Seraph, on the Empire's citizens, at the Imperial Academy}} | |
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| − | | 1 = There is no room in an Army uniform for second thoughts. | |
| − | | 2 = PVT Seraph, having heard the news of the desertion and arrest of his former classmate and friend, Kaylin Shen}} | |
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| − | | 1 = Come on, you Rebel DOGS! You want to live forever?! | |
| − | | 2 = CPL Seraph, participating in the defense of the ISD ''Protector''}}
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| − | | 1 = Only fools go into battle looking for a 'glorious death'... I don't command fools, I command SOLDIERS! A soldier's duty is to live and keep fighting! | |
| − | | 2 = CPL Seraph, addressing his men before deploying on the Elandorea Raid}} | |
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| − | | 1 = All three Corps give something to make the Imperial Army the greatest organization of its kind in the Galaxy. Armored with its superior firepower, the Infantry with their inexhaustible numbers... but Recon, gentlemen, is where you will find the finest soldiers who have ever lived. I'm sure you'll soon see you've made the right choice. | |
| − | | 2 = CSGT Seraph, addressing the newest additions to the 1st Recon Battalion}} | |
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| − | | 1 = In war, there are heroes on both sides. The victor is determined by who is more willing to gamble losing everything they hold dear. | |
| − | | 2 = 2LT Seraph, to his XO}} | |
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| | [[Category:Individuals]] | | [[Category:Individuals]] |
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Kol Seraph was born on Taris, on Y-11 D232 to Garran and Lasha Seraph, who were refugees from a war in the Outer Rim. Although educated, as Kol’s parents were refugees, the Seraphs were forced to live in poverty in Taris’ Lower City, a violent place made infamous by its swoop gangs and ever-present signs of urban decay. Unwilling to spend the rest of his life in hardscrabble poverty and squalor under the great spires of his segregated urban homeworld, Kol ran away from home during his adolescence and joined one of the Lower City’s swoop gangs: the “Undercity Shades”, vowing never to look back.
After several years, Kol, whose blond hair, slim, lanky frame, and emerald-green eyes belied an uncommon cunning, ambition, and willpower, eventually rose to become one of the Shades’ ranking lieutenants, known for planning and leading many daring and successful raids against rival gangs in the Lower City, and attacking vulnerable commercial interests in the slightly less troubled Middle City. This lucrative state of affairs began to change for the worse, however, after the Galactic Empire claimed Taris and took over Taris’ Upper City, installing a planetary governor and garrisoning the planet with large numbers of well-disciplined foreign troops. The Shades, along with their fellow gangs, began making plans to defend the Lower City from Imperial attack, and each attempted to unite all the gangs under their banner through strength of arms, leading to a vicious gang war. This vicious, internecine conflict eventually spilled into the Middle City, forcing the Empire’s hand to intervene. Realizing that the war against the Empire was lost before it had even begun, Kol abandoned the Shades and went into hiding, knowing that he could not return home, as doing so would put his innocent parents’ lives in jeopardy, and committed to stay true to his promise to never turn back no matter what, no longer for his own sake, but for theirs now as well.
While in hiding, however, Kol was discovered and caught by his former comrades, who nearly beat him to death, and would have finished the job, had it not been for the intervention of a squad of Imperial soldiers conducting a reconnaissance patrol of the Lower City, in advance of the main assault force. His tormentors killed by the Imperials, Kol was rescued and brought to the Middle City for medical treatment, a turn of events which convinced him to re-evaluate his views on the New Order, a society he had been taught to hate and distrust by his treacherous former peers.
After Kol had recovered in the Middle City (the traumatic experience of first awakening fully submerged in a bacta tank developing into a lifelong phobia of confinement in close quarters, and a distrust of doctors and medical treatment in general), Kol made up his mind to join the Imperial Army, and to leave Taris behind for good. At the time, however, he was 16, being a year too young to enlist. So Kol instead joined COMPNOR’s Tarisian Imperial Youth Militia, a local paramilitary organization of youths devoted to ending the gang violence that, it was said, had plagued the Lower City for untold generations. His experience as a gang leader of no small repute serving him well in the Youth Militia, Kol soon distinguished himself and swiftly climbed up the organization’s ranks. By the time of Kol’s 17th birthday, his prior service in the IYM had earned him passage off-world, to commence Basic Training in the Imperial Army.
Kol trained as an IBT Recruit under Captain Rik Zoidic, then CO of the 3rd Imperial Legion, who recognized Seraph’s ability to grasp fieldcraft, specifically a heightened perception of his surroundings and ability to move about unseen if he wished, as well as his affinity for piloting ground and air repulsorcraft, traits that had more than earned Seraph a place in the Army’s Reconnaissance Corps. After graduating from Basic Training, Seraph was promoted to Private, and made a Legionnaire of the 1st Imperial Legion, being assigned to the 1st Brigade, “the Immortals”.
It did not take long for Seraph’s superior officer, Lieutenant Akai Ai, to recognize the leadership potential in the young Private, who soon promoted him to Corporal, swiftly followed thereafter by a promotion to Sergeant (making Kol a Non-Commissioned Officer), which in fact took place on the same day of Emperor Guinar’s ascension to the Throne. This last promotion was earned during an operation which saw Seraph and his squad infiltrate an Eidola-controlled installation, code-named "Elandorea", to retrieve a stolen Imperial starfighter and take into custody the defector who intended to profit from making it over to the Pirates. This mission, although costing the lives of several of Seraph’s squadmates, was concluded successfully, with the defector executed on-site, and the starfighter recovered.
Upon returning to Brigade HQ (at that time the Army Victory-class Star Destroyer Immortal), it became clear that Seraph, whose abilities and leadership skill were recognized, was being groomed for command of his own at a later date, which suited the young Sergeant just fine. Seraph was appointed Signals Officer of the 1st Legion, succeeding Santiano Salazar, CO of the 1st Brigade’s sister unit, the 4th Brigade, in this position. Embracing the duties that accompanied an administrative position with the same zeal that he had demonstrated on the battlefield, Seraph soon earned his promotion to Master Sergeant, and an accompanying appointment as Captain Ai’s new 2iC. As a Master Sergeant, Kol also applied for adult COMPNOR membership, and successfully joined both the Imperial Archives and the Imperial Centre for Recruitment on a part time basis, as an Archivist and Recruiter, respectively. His devotion to duty, not only to the Army, but to COMPNOR as well, duly paved the way for Seraph’s eventual promotion to Command Sergeant.
Having reached as far as he could go in the Army while remaining a Non-Commissioned Officer, but unwilling to relinquish his ambition of one day having his own command, Seraph made clear his intention to undertake the rigorous training and studies necessary for him to earn a commission and become an Officer. With his CO’s support, Kol enrolled in the infamously exclusive Imperial Army College on Carida, source of the Army’s finest commissioned Officers and located in the immediate vicinity of Army HQ. Applying his practical experience garnered both during his adolescence on Taris and after enlisting in the Army, Seraph excelled in his studies, surpassing many of his higher-class peers. Several months after enrolling in the Army College, Seraph graduated and earned his commission to 2nd Lieutenant, returning to 1BDE as an officer whose area of expertise, Brigade Command – Reconnaissance Specialization, earned him the coveted Brigade Command Medal. Lieutenant Seraph concluded his tenure as 1st Brigade Executive Officer by co-ordinating leadership of the Immortals with Captain Ai, helping lead them to a resounding victory against a determined Rebel incursion against the 5 worlds of the Ralltiir system, located in the Darpa Sector. In recognition of the Immortals’ decisive triumph in the Ralltiir theatre in mid-Year 13, the Immortals received the praise and adulation of the whole Empire, and the ACO, Lord General L`Annan herself, awarded each and every member of the 1st Brigade with the Unit Distinguished Service medal. Captain Ai himself was also promoted to Major and awarded with the Achievement Medal for his leadership, accolades which Kol was proud to have helped his CO earn.
With the subsequent appointment of Santiano Salazar as the new Commanding Officer of the 1st Legion, the vacancy in the chain of command Seraph had long awaited finally presented itself. Before his appointment, Salazar had been CO of the 1st Brigade’s sister unit, 4BDE, better known by their nickname: “the Spectres”. ACOMD was now looking for a promising young officer to assume command of the premier Reconnaissance Brigade in the Army, and Lieutenant Seraph put his name forward, confident that his credentials and record of service among the Immortals would earn him his own command. He was not disappointed, as the reins of command were bestowed upon him, along with the honor of an accompanying promotion to 1st Lieutenant. Seraph commanded 4BDE with Icarus Carinae as his 2iC, and Redme Schwarz as his Sergeant Major, and during his tenure as BCO, the Spectres contributed much to the Army-wide initiative known as [Operation: Isolated Axiom], which sought to modernize various aspects of combat doctrine in the face of increasing aggression against the Galactic Empire and its allies from the belligerent, renegade states of the Galactic Alliance.
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