Rebel Major Samuel Kyle

Character Information

Gender		Male
Species		Cathar
Age		50
Sexuality		Gay

Physical Appearance

Height		6'10"
Weight		375
Hair Color		Brown with Orange/White Fur
Eye Color		Blue
Physical Description		A striking Cathar of both stature and build, Sam is built like a brick wall, standing out among his peers.
Weapons & Equipment		BlasTech DH-17 Blaster Pistol BlasTech DC-15A Blaster Rifle

Family

Spouse		None
Children		None
Father		Leslie Kyle
Mother		Roslin Kyle
Brother(s)		None
Sister(s)		None
Other Family		None

Personality & Traits

General Overview		Sam is a man of few words, preferring actions over words. He is very protective of his comrades. Willing to do what he asks of his men himself, his philosophy of command is led by example. Age hasn’t slowed him down, still maintaining a rigorous regimen of exercise, physical training and marksmanship. He is not quick to anger, though will do what must be done when the job calls for it.
Strengths & Weaknesses		Sam is a veteran of the Clone Wars, having seen the entirety of the conflict and coming out the otherside. Brutal years of fighting have built the Cathar into the man he is today. He is capable of breaking down doors single handed without aid. Marksmanship in the Expert Rating Class. However those same years of combat has left him bitter, jaded and with a deep hatred for The Empire or any sympathizers. He has seen much loss, both personally with many friends dying in the war and though worlds razed and destroyed in the conflict itself. He fights to restore the galaxy to what it once was, a beacon of hope.
Force Abilities & Sensitivity		None
Hobbies & Interests		Defeating the Empire.

Biography

Major Samuel Kyle is a former Officer of the Grand Army of the Republic. A Cathar born on Dantooine 42 years ago to Cathar parents struggling to make a living scavenging and farming on the remote world. He wanted more from his life, more for his family, more for the Cathar as a whole. He threw himself into what schooling he got, what work he could get and strengthening his body, though that part was easy as he was naturally large and bulky. When he came of age, and finished his studies, he put himself on a transport to the core, with the clothes on his back, and the hope of his family behind him and went to Coruscant to become an Officer. His scores for the Republic Judicial Forces Officer’s Academy were good, not the best, but good enough to gain him a spot in the officer class. His focus was the small Combat Operations Service. While most Judicial Forces Officers focused on shiphandling, diplomacy, and negotiations, Sam and a handful of other Physically Imposing officers were trained in combat operations, small team tactics and peacekeeping. Excelling at this, put Sam near the top of his class and when he graduated, a prime posting and quick advancement in the ranks. When the Clone Wars broke out in 22 BBY at the Battle of Geonosis, Sam and the rest of the Judicial Forces were absorbed into the new Grand Army of the Republic. Ranked now as a Captain of the Army, he was given command of a platoon of mixed Natural Borns and Clones and sent to the Outer Rim. Fighting in the most violent and vigorous conflicts in the Outer Rim scarred and changed the once hopeful and Optimistic Cathar into a cold soldier, dedicated to his mission, his brothers in arms and to the pure survival of the Republic. Three, long, bloody years he fought, From Geonosis to Ryloth to The Raid on Kamino to the bloody siege of Rhen Var, Sam was there. On Rhen Var near the end of 19 BBY, everything changed. A cold bitter battle had sparked off the morning of the last day of the Clone Wars, The Last Day of the Republic. Tense fighting between Republic forces and the cold weather droids of the Separatists had stretched for hours of pure trench warfare in the most bitter blizzard of the Campaign. Sam and his troops held their ground, cutting down droids by the dozens and hundreds as the day grew. Somewhere near the middle of the day, something changed. The droids stopped, dead. The fur on Sam’s neck grew as he heard a click and whine of a DC-15a charging up, aimed right at him. Quickly he ducked, rolled and aimed his sidearm at the clone and shot him dead. His natural born troopers did the same though most of them were lying on the ground in those quick few seconds and by the time the dust had settled, Sam had lost nearly all of the men under his command and was forced to flee with his remaining 40-50 men on the sole Corvette that was still flyable at the outpost. Order 66 had begun. Gathering what little humans, twi’leks and others who survived, Sam and his men fled towards what safety they could find. The Republic was gone, replaced by the Galactic Empire. For Sam and his small band, they were not having it. Sam had signed to serve the Republic, not an Emperor, not a Tyrant, not someone who saw them as inferior to Humans, to others who thought of themselves as higher than the aliens. Sam separated from his rag-tag fugitive unit until he eventually drifted into the Outer Rim, fighting the Imperial Regime there, however he could. Through sabotage, raids, contracts for locals.