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Faol Sean
Faol Sean | ||||||
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Race | Human | |||||
Homeworld | Tatooine | |||||
Mother | Ruadh Sean (deceased) | |||||
Father | Muileid Sean (deceased) | |||||
Spouse | none | |||||
Siblings | Corbidh Sean(sister) | |||||
Children | none | |||||
Born | Mos Eisley (Tatooine) [2,7] | |||||
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Branch | Imperial Navy | |||||
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His face is weathered and is starting to show its age. The hair of his beard and head are streaked with gray, although you get the feeling that each and every gray hair was earned over his many years of sevice. He is a very stern man, very rarely showing any emotion, and always seemingly in deep thought. Despite this though, he never takes himself to seriously, always willing to break a stressful moment and put peoples minds at ease.
Imperial Naval Officer: "Faol Sean" Prefers the black or grey Imperial Uniform - - - Y14D324 - - - }}
{{Current Fleet: 3rd Imperial Fleet;
ContentsBiographyFaol Sean was born and grew up on Tattoine in the rough starport city of Mos Eisley. His mother was a waitress at a local dive and his father was a starship mechanic who had his own business. Sean speant his early days in his fathers shop learning ships from the inside out. This naturally lead to his desire to pilot anything that could move under its own power. Starting off with Speeders and speeder bikes, he quickly progressed to bigger faster ships. --Mos Eisley, Faol Sean's Home City;--
On into late teens, Faol Sean joined a local stunt flying club were he traveled the planet and sometimes the system performing show with the Mos Eisley Krayt Dragons. On his 19th Birthday he was performing in his home city to a enthusiastic crowd. While conducting a 2 ships tailslide manoever, the wingtips of the HH-87 Starhoppers touched, causing both ships to spiral uncontrollably toward the ground. both ships crashed and the pilots spent weeks in bacta tanks. This was a kae up call for Sean, that giving his life for entertainment was not something he was willing to do. Following his desire to be a pilot, as soon as he was once again healthy, he joined the Empire.
Service Record...under construction
Operational History---Fight for Farffin---
---Incoming transmission--- ---Origin: Farffin sector, Farffin system--- ---To: Imperial Navy--- When accepting the incoming live transmission, you see something you had far from expected to see. Not quite the neatly dressed admiral, ready to address you from the bridge of his Imperial Star Destroyer. Instead, an admiral with messy hair, standing in a city on the surface of a gas giant. Behind him, a construction site with about 40 aliens working on an apartment building. Next to it, two Lambda Class shuttles. It's not hard to recognize the admiral as Rear Admiral Assam, even though he doesn't look in the camera. You wonder if he knows he is being filmed. Why would he allow this to be recorded, especially when just having been appointed Commanding Officer of the Imperial Navy? Assam walks with a straight posture, dressed in the white attire of an admiral, straight towards an Abyssin male, working on the construction site. The Abyssin looks questioningly, curious what the uniformed human wants of him. Never did the Abyssin expect a Vibroblade to appear in Assam's right hand… never did it came to him the vibroblade would end up in its one eye, slicing him open from head to abdomen. As the blade sliced through the Abyssin version of the human aorta, blood spouted out all over Assam. The admiral was turning away already, calmly walking on toward the next builder. Most of the builders had noticed the unexpected exposure of their colleague's internal organs, but few were able to compose themselves quickly enough to see Assam's sudden change of pace as he sliced open the Nautolan he walked past. A second vibroblade appeared in his left hand, while he started running. Large fences surrounded the construction site, leaving the panicking builders only one exit. Unfortunately for them, the platoon of Stormtroopers was not very willing to let them pass. Anyone coming too close, received a few warning blaster shots on the ground in front of their feet. Soon, they realized their only option was to kill the admiral. By then, their numbers had dwindled to a mere 5 builders. The platoon of Stormtroopers kneeled down and aimed at the exact same time Assam stepped behind a pile of construction materials. The blasters made short work of the remaining two Kel Dor, a Nikto, a Toydarian and a Defel. The Stormtrooper platoon captain quickly marched towards Assam, giving the admiral a much needed towel. The alien blood was all over him, turning his white uniform into quite a colourful one with the yellow, blue, red and brownish colours of alien blood. Assam calmly wiped his face and hands clean, while following the Stormtrooper captain back to the shuttles. Two big steps brought him alongside the captain, a quick move and the captain was without a blaster. Assam kneeled and aimed. A scream is heard and the view pans upwards to the gas giant's orange atmosphere. Seconds later, you hear Assam demanding "Don't tell me this is a live feed, Captain…" A stuttering "I…I'm...afr…afraid so…s..s.sir…" is followed by the gurgling sound of someone's throat filling up with the red bodily fluid most people refer to as 'blood'. The orange atmosphere fades to black as the live transmission is interrupted. Non Commissioned Ranks
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Bonus MaterialThis is a picture of a rare limited edition Faol Sean action figure;
Below is a picture of Faol Sean's infamous pet, and general nuisance to everyone, Toeater
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