Name: Nhiel 'vadamee
Gender: Male
Height: 2.8 Meters
Weapon of Choice: any thing that has potental to be deadly
Method of Combat: no set method, he has proven that he could turn a battle that was meant to be lost, into a win beyond wins.
Personality: Quiet, cold and, calculating. Nhiel is crueal but he stays strict to the honor code.
Level/Rank: Ship master/field marshal
Background: bread straight into battle, his mother was among the most honored and feared elite solders, one of the few women to fight alongside the men on the frontlines, by the time he could barely walk he was being taught how to wield a weapon, and by the time he became of age to recive the holy blade of his family, both of his parents where dead leaving under the care of thel 'vadamee the solder that would change the tides of war...but thats for another story.
RP sample: Through the dust and smoke the only thing they could see was the silhouette of a lone elite, Nhiel 'Vadamee caried only an antique sword that had been forged from the metals of his home planet, with it he had won many battles, one battle though it had not...he plucked a plasma grenade from his belt, primed it and lobbed it just behind the wrekage of a scorpion tank that had recently been blown to shreds,a few screams...then absolute quiet save for the crackling of plasma fire and his crunching footsteps.