Post by mythic77 on Oct 24, 2008 19:30:58 GMT -8
Name:Garoff 1374 -Visser 7
Age:Unknown
Race:Yeerk(Hork Bajir)
Gender:Male
Personality:Calm and composed, Visser 7's leadership is more based upon his troops confidence in him rather than fear, leading to a loyalty unseen in other Visser's commands. Political ineptitude, as well as his tendency to lead from the front, have kept him back, and it is only with the failure of the original invasion that he managed to gain his current rank.
Appearance:Yeerk:Grey Slug,Host(Hork Bajir): Very tall Hork Bajir, towering over most of its kind and also heavier. Other than that it is mostly unremarkable.
Family:None
Relation:None
Background:Recently promoted Visser who has based his rapid rise though the ranks to the extreme loyalty of his underlings, who supported him though out the period after the failed first invasion. His host is a giant even for the Hork-Bajir, and has caused many rumors to be started as to its origin. As a fighter he is consider second only to Visser 1 himself. However, his blunt attitude and absolute disregard for inter-Visser politics has made him a target of other yeerks who wish to increase their own position.
RP sample:
"Fall back" Visser 7 yelled "there's too many of them." He surveyed the room, noting the fact that even though they had only lost 3 Hork-bajir, nearly 40 of the enemy had been killed. And they didn't care. They just kept coming, like a giant blue-grey tidal wave. He slashed with his arm, createing a bright red line down his opponets chest. The native fell back, but two more stepped up to take his place.
The natives were a blue-grey color, had four arms and four legs, and stood close to 8 feet tall. Their legs were spread out from the body, like a spider. This created the image of them looking almost like a walking pillar, until you saw the arms. The arms were spread out like the legs, two to the front and two behind, but they were above the "face". The "face" was a pair of eyes with a hole above them, which was used for hearing. There was another hole on the opposite side of the body, which was used for smell. The mouth was on top of the body, in between the four arms.
They did not have a name for themselves, and they lived in a tribes of a few dozen up to a hundred, which by itself should have prevented this catastrophe, but it didn't. They were able to shape metal, but did not have much technology beyond that. The planet had a much lower gravity than any other planet on which sentient life had developed, which explained their size yet relative lack of strength. A human could beat one in hand to hand combat, and they were like prey to the slaughter compared to hork-bajir. Or so the Visser had thought.
Now they were revolting, showing a unity that should have been impossible, with a fanaticism that was beyond lunacy. The visser and his men had been forced to fall back in order to avoid being overwhelmed by sheer numbers.
The Visser was the last yeerk to fall back through the doorway that led to the rest of the compound, closing the door as he stepped though. This was the first breather since the attack began, and the Visser immediately started yelling at his subordinate "How did this happen?". A question for which there was no answer. The yeerks were milling in confusion and the Visser saw that they were in shock. He would have to fall back, they had lost to a bunch of primitive natives.
"Everyone back to the bug fighters, we are leaving this rock." The Visser commanded"Sub Vissers 7 and 12 to me, we need to retrive therest of the scientists." The sub Vissers walked over, each in a host that was nearly as a big as the Visser's own. "Defend the bug fighters to the end. I leave the defence in Garoff 1373's charge" the Visser commanded, looking at the human who was nearly as big as a hork-bajir. the Visser had almost two dozen hork-bajir and a score of humans left. All the humans were taken from the top militarizes of their world, and were extremly accurate with their crude weapons. That should have been more than enough troops, except that they were facing thousands upon thousands of crazed maniacs.
Is English your first language?Yes
Age:Unknown
Race:Yeerk(Hork Bajir)
Gender:Male
Personality:Calm and composed, Visser 7's leadership is more based upon his troops confidence in him rather than fear, leading to a loyalty unseen in other Visser's commands. Political ineptitude, as well as his tendency to lead from the front, have kept him back, and it is only with the failure of the original invasion that he managed to gain his current rank.
Appearance:Yeerk:Grey Slug,Host(Hork Bajir): Very tall Hork Bajir, towering over most of its kind and also heavier. Other than that it is mostly unremarkable.
Family:None
Relation:None
Background:Recently promoted Visser who has based his rapid rise though the ranks to the extreme loyalty of his underlings, who supported him though out the period after the failed first invasion. His host is a giant even for the Hork-Bajir, and has caused many rumors to be started as to its origin. As a fighter he is consider second only to Visser 1 himself. However, his blunt attitude and absolute disregard for inter-Visser politics has made him a target of other yeerks who wish to increase their own position.
RP sample:
"Fall back" Visser 7 yelled "there's too many of them." He surveyed the room, noting the fact that even though they had only lost 3 Hork-bajir, nearly 40 of the enemy had been killed. And they didn't care. They just kept coming, like a giant blue-grey tidal wave. He slashed with his arm, createing a bright red line down his opponets chest. The native fell back, but two more stepped up to take his place.
The natives were a blue-grey color, had four arms and four legs, and stood close to 8 feet tall. Their legs were spread out from the body, like a spider. This created the image of them looking almost like a walking pillar, until you saw the arms. The arms were spread out like the legs, two to the front and two behind, but they were above the "face". The "face" was a pair of eyes with a hole above them, which was used for hearing. There was another hole on the opposite side of the body, which was used for smell. The mouth was on top of the body, in between the four arms.
They did not have a name for themselves, and they lived in a tribes of a few dozen up to a hundred, which by itself should have prevented this catastrophe, but it didn't. They were able to shape metal, but did not have much technology beyond that. The planet had a much lower gravity than any other planet on which sentient life had developed, which explained their size yet relative lack of strength. A human could beat one in hand to hand combat, and they were like prey to the slaughter compared to hork-bajir. Or so the Visser had thought.
Now they were revolting, showing a unity that should have been impossible, with a fanaticism that was beyond lunacy. The visser and his men had been forced to fall back in order to avoid being overwhelmed by sheer numbers.
The Visser was the last yeerk to fall back through the doorway that led to the rest of the compound, closing the door as he stepped though. This was the first breather since the attack began, and the Visser immediately started yelling at his subordinate "How did this happen?". A question for which there was no answer. The yeerks were milling in confusion and the Visser saw that they were in shock. He would have to fall back, they had lost to a bunch of primitive natives.
"Everyone back to the bug fighters, we are leaving this rock." The Visser commanded"Sub Vissers 7 and 12 to me, we need to retrive therest of the scientists." The sub Vissers walked over, each in a host that was nearly as a big as the Visser's own. "Defend the bug fighters to the end. I leave the defence in Garoff 1373's charge" the Visser commanded, looking at the human who was nearly as big as a hork-bajir. the Visser had almost two dozen hork-bajir and a score of humans left. All the humans were taken from the top militarizes of their world, and were extremly accurate with their crude weapons. That should have been more than enough troops, except that they were facing thousands upon thousands of crazed maniacs.
Is English your first language?Yes
