Roger Davis 2.0
Jun 15, 2016 16:23:29 GMT -7
Post by Roger Davis on Jun 15, 2016 16:23:29 GMT -7
Roger Horatio Davis
| NAME Roger Horatio Davis ALIAS Captain, Lieutenant AGE 31 DATE OF BIRTH 02/17/2551 GENDER Male | PLAY BY Hugh Jackman SEXUAL ORIENTATION Heterosexual AFFILIATION Neutral/Commonwealth OCCUPATION Pilot, Mercenary PLACE OF BIRTH Verbena |
HEIGHT
6’2”
WEIGHT
185 Lbs.
HAIR
Mid length, dark brown. Typically has a short beard or stubble growing out into a beard.
EYE COLOR
HazelPHYSICAL BUILD
Athletic and muscular
DISTINGUISHING MARKS
Small scar diagonal across left eyebrow. Extensive scarring on right thigh/hip.
GENERAL APPEARANCE
Roger often comes across like he's mad. Sometimes he is, but for the most part his normal expression is a scowl.
CLOTHING STYLE
Typical of the rural Rim even when geared up for a fight. A duster and hat are not uncommon. Boots are a constant. Roger typically wears jeans or tough work pants with a button-down collared shirt. Dark and earth tones are a favorite. Holsters and even body armor can supplement his dress.
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OVERALL PERSONALITY
Roger is a soldier at heart. He's not the type to seek trouble, but when he finds it he will never pass up the opportunity and won't stop until the fight is won. He's brave and determined, but he's often obstinate and overly aggressive too. Roger is also honorable, honest, and kind always playing by his own strong set of morals. In short, he won't hesitate to kick you until you go down, but he would never kick you while you're down.
On a personal level, Roger is very down to Earth in the most literally sense. His upbringing has led to rather rural tastes in all areas of life from cuisine to attire, pastimes to living conditions. Although rather stern and serious, Roger still has a sense of humor and enjoys his downtime. It's a "no fun zone" only so far as such activity would interfere with the mission.
Roger is the type to lead from the front, give any project his all, and never ask anybody to do something he wouldn't be willing to do himself. He is disciplined and diligent, and expects the same from others.
As far as flying goes, Roger's not the most gifted stick. He's self-taught, having modified what he learned in mechs and picking up the rest along the way. He's a bit possessive of his space, and is still not comfortable with people cramming onto the bridge. Back in a mech he had the entire coffin-sized compartment to himself, and got used to being along in there. Overall it's the adventure of it all (especially the occasion that calls for the pilot to leave the ship) which drives him, not the actually flying itself. Flying is just getting from A to B and a way to pay the bills.
| FATHER Jonathan Davis Jr. (62) MOTHER Lydia Davis (59) SIBLINGS Jonathan Davis III (34) Matthew Davis (29) Ryan Davis (26) OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES Link to Household | SIGNIFICANT OTHER None CHILDREN N/A OTHER SIGNIFICANT PERSONS Michael Harper Chris White PETS Trux, a Small Münsterländer, 4 |
Player name/alias: RogerBACKSTORYRoger was born in Bedford County, Verbena in 2551 the second of four sons to Jonathan and Lydia Davis. His parents were wealthy landowners, running the farm that had been in the family for the past 130 years back when Horatio Davis had arrived in the first wave of settlement on the second planet of the Kalidasa system. Since then the Davis family had become rather influential in the county, and later on Roger's father would eventually serve as the mayor of nearby Port Towson in the '60s, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Despite being born to wealthy parents, Roger still grew up on the farm. He learned the ins and outs of the business from planting and harvesting to basic tractor repair and animal husbandry. As a country boy he learned to ride, to hunt, to track, and to shoot. Roger of course went to school as well. He did reasonably well in his studies, but he never much enjoyed the classroom environment nor was he ever as passionate about his school subjects as he was about the various skills he could learn back home.
Roger's childhood was fairly uneventful. He had a wholesome life with his parents and three brothers. He split his time between school in the nearby port and home back on the farm. It was a good life, one which Roger looks back on fondly, and after getting out into the "real world" he later realized how very fortunate he was to have such a great childhood.
In 2569 at the age of 18 Roger entered the Commonwealth Academy, Verbena's premier military academy. It was a compromise between Roger wanting a life of adventure and practical knowledge and his parents wanting him to get a higher education. As it turned out, it was a perfect fit. Roger loved the military atmosphere as well as the specialized training associated with it. Again, his enthusiasm and performance academically was not astounding, but he graduated without trouble and entered the Verbena armed service in '73 as a mech platoon commander.
Of course, the mid seventies were not the most peaceful times for certain parts of the 'Verse. Leading up to his graduation, war broke out in the Red Sun system with Harvest and its extended sphere of allies against Red Sun's innermost planets, Jiangyin and New Melbourne. Shortly after his commissioning, Roger was sent off to war as the Commonwealth honored its military alliance with New Melbourne and joined what would later be named the Red Pact War or the War of Containment depending on which side you fought.
The first two years of Roger's war was spent on and around New Melbourne as part of the Commonwealth's 1st Army, an assemblage of regular units and pre-existing militia forces that could be rushed to their ally's defense as soon as possible. The first few months saw Harvest throw its full might in sheer numbers against them. Fully armed and armored mechs with well trained and disciplined drivers, however, can make short work of light infantry conscripted last week no matter their numbers. Soon Commonwealth forces were on the advance and before long New Melbourne was secured and the war moved into a prolonged engagement over the real reason the war was being fought... control of the Motherlode asteroid belt.
Things were slower on the belt and not just because of the vastly changed conditions from a fight planetside. Out there you needed to worry about everything from your oxygen supply to the current gravity conditions and solar radiation to any number of objects that could decide to collide with your rock and ruin your day. Aside from that they were now fighting a different kind of enemy. Out here you were either well trained and well equipped or you would be dead before the enemy ever reached you. It became a game of cat and mouse sweeping various areas of the belt instead of just holding down the trigger as the enemy ran into you. Roger spent over a year fighting in the West Indies section of Motherlode and when he was finally rotated out the fight was still long from finished.
But by 2775 the war was progressing steadily as that original expeditionary force had been greatly reinforced by the now mobilizing Commonwealth not to mention the rejuvenated forces of Jiangyin and New Melbourne. In the past two years, Roger's brothers Jonathan and Matthew had both joined up, the former gaining a commission as a staff officer and the latter enlisting in the infantry. Upon being rotated out, Roger was promoted to captain and given a full company of mechs for his next assignment opening additional fronts against Harvest and its allies. In an effort to spread the effectiveness of the Mechs, his new company was detached from the main Verbena force and loaned to the Commonwealth Foreign Legion, the 217th battalion in particular. For Roger this meant being sent to Paquin on the edge of the system alongside scores of legionaries to try and knock the less committed world out of the fight, a strategy that would succeed in causing a domino effect and eventually leaving Harvest alone and willing to make peace. However, that was still a few years off.
The arrival of a Commonwealth fleet over Paquin and the immediate landing of troops was a complete surprise to the locals. A few military targets put up resistance but for the most part Paquin fell without a fight having neither the will to resist nor the requisite military forces back home to properly defend themselves at least for the moment. Two weeks after arriving, and while Commonwealth units were still attempting to fully secure the planet, enemy forces arrived to retake Paquin. This was no longer the disorganized slaughter of the early war, but hard fought battles against hardened veteran units. The Legion forces were spread thin over such a wide area of operations leading to many small, but bloody engagements.
Roger often found himself the most senior officer in these small fights, and his mechs saw plenty of action responding to as many little flashpoints as possible. It was in one such battle northwest of Divantra that Roger's war came to a screeching halt. While fighting across open terrain to relieve a pinned down infantry position, enemy gunships strafed the advancing mechs. Both the mech and Roger inside it were hit and went down on that field. When they finally managed to pull Roger out of the wreck, his right leg was a bloody mess and he was unconscious.
Roger was immediately evacuated back to a field hospital and then off world. Originally it had seemed a certainty that he'd lose the leg but miraculously the surgeons were able to save it. But miracles have their limits. Although not maimed, Roger was grievously wounded and was thus discharged from the military just days after being formally recognized for his valor on Paquin.
Needless to say, Roger was not happy. He didn't want to be bedridden or hobbling around on crutches, nor did he want to sit out of the rest of the war while his friends and countrymen were still fighting. After a few months of recovery, Roger managed to convince the county executive that he was still capable of serving if only in a limited capacity. He was given a letter of marque and enlisted into a growing force of privateers to supplement the Commonwealth naval forces.
Roger was given a small gunboat which he ran with a skeleton crew. Roger personally took the helm as both captain and pilot, transitioning from piloting a mech to flying a starship. They were an unconventional bunch mostly types that wanted to fight but didn't like the military, or the kinds of guys who wanted to be in the military but were refused for one reason or another. The captain with a limp ended up commanding a ship of misfits, young men physically able save for some minor medical handicap holding them back, and wannabe soldiers from nations uninvolved in the conflict. The most normal person aboard was Roger's youngest brother Ryan who was just 19.
For the next year, Roger would support the war effort rather than fight directly as a part of it. They raided civilian shipping for the most part, but occasionally would hit military targets as well. On rare occasions privateers would be called in to support regular operations too, either lending their firepower to a fight or acting as impromptu transports. The war soon ended in 2577 with little to nothing to show for all the lives lost and devastation caused. No territory was exchanged, no concessions were made, and there were no reparations or other punishments imposed. And most importantly, the issue wasn't resolved but remains a major point of contention now even five years later.
With the war over, Roger was no longer a privateer, at least until Verbena decides to call on him for the next conflict. But he'd also been discharged from the service, so other than returning home to the farm, Roger really didn't have anything waiting for him with his career prospects gone.
So that’s what he did… return home. Roger spent the next year or so farming but mostly trying to regain the use of his leg as best as possible. Although there was a certain quiet content-ness to being home again, Roger was well aware of those feelings that had pulled him away in the first place searching for greater fulfillment out of life and a little adventure as well. First, Roger moved to law enforcement, hoping that might fill the gap. He became a pilot flying the local department’s shuttle on the few occasions it was ever needed, but after a few months of that Roger was ready to move on again.
For nearly the past two years, Roger has bounced around from place to place. His rehabilitation has progressed steadily but he is still handicapped by the limp which has kept him from more strenuous work. For the most part he’s gotten work flying all manner of ship and has improved his skills, and when not doing that he’s found work as a gunhand that doesn’t need to do much running. It’s not exactly the kind of work he’s been looking for, but it’s been better than sitting back at home and brooding.
Roleplay Experience: 5-6 years here, the ‘Verse, BSH and BST, and some other places before that.
How You Found DoS: Invite back in the day.
Other Characters on the Site: None since the reboot
Preferred Method of Contact: PM or Skype
Anything else: Peerless 4 life.
