Post by Alavair Leah on Oct 15, 2013 21:38:06 GMT -5
Biological Information
Name:
Alavair Issac Leah
Gender:
Male
Date of Birth (Age):
July 19 (38)
Height:
6'4
Hair:
Black
Eyes:
Brown
Anything Else of Note:
Multiple thin scars along his back from his time in captivity.
Professional Information
Occupation:
Organization:
Homeworld
Rank (If Applicable):
GS-14, Honorable discharge from the British Royal Marines at Lt. Colonel.
History
Personal History:
Alavair Leah was born in the outskirts of London, to a family that had long been known for distinguished service to the crown. From a young age, Alavair was taught all of the skills that he would need in his future career. His father, a General in the Royal Marines, saw to it that Alavair was trained by the best the world had to offer. He was exceptionally bright, and learned quite quickly. By the age of 10 he was already proficient in two martial arts, capable of defending himself against much larger armed opponents with ease.
His teenage years saw him on the wrong side of the law on multiple occasions, his thirst for knowledge overpowering his better judgment. He was caught twice attempting to hack into military servers that his father had access too. The first time he was severely punished, although the matter was eventually dropped. The second time however, his incursion was noticed by other branches of the government. His father was contacted by the Head of the SIS himself, who seemed quite interested in the skills that Alavair possessed. A sixteen year old boy who could work his way into top notch military security was worth some attention, especially if he could be utilized to aide the crown.
While his father pushed him toward working with the SIS, Alavair had other plans. He enlisted in the Royal Marines as soon as he came of age, his training evident as he easily became an officer. He led multiple operations, acting as both a sniper and covert operative. It was in Iraq that he proved himself, taking out multiple high priority targets and leading numerous black ops. It was during one of these missions that he was captured by Iraqi forces, and he spent the following months rotting in a middle eastern prison. He experienced torture on an almost daily basis before finally being rescued. The information he provided upon his return led to some of the most important covert operations of the 90s, and he was knighted for his efforts.
After returning from Iraq he was recruited to the Stargate Program, where he served in a reconnaissance role. He was the designated sniper for his team, and he still has one of the highest confirmed kill counts of any sniper in the brief history of the SGC. He was reassigned to the Delian galaxy, with the intent to take on his own team. For the first few months he was designated as the XO of SD-5, on which he also served as their marksman. It didn't take long however before he got his own team, SD-4, which was tasked primarily with recon. It was during his time there that he met the woman who would be the love of his life: Ayden Sheppard. Time and time again he had made passes at her, only to be coldly shut down every time. Eventually she had broken though, and a beautiful friendship had begun. That had in turn led to them dating, and ended in marriage.
Their marriage was short lived however, as both of them were called back to Earth. Ayden was assigned to the Academy, and Alavair spent time training Royal Marines. It looked as if they would be able to work everything out, at least until Alavair was reassigned to Delta. It was less than a month after his return to the Delian galaxy that things changed drastically. A local settlement had turned his team over to the Olympians, and he was the only survivor. He spent the next seven months in an Olympian labor camp, forced to work during the daylight hours, all the while planning an escape at night. It took time but eventually he was able to lead a rebellion, one that saw his Olympian captors fall. He was rescued by a small strike team, and immediately brought back to Earth, where he was shocked to discover that he had been declared legally deceased. This wasn't even the biggest surprise, as he also found out that he had a son. Once he was returned to active status, he was promptly offered multiple positions. He chose Homeworld, where he is presently stationed.
Family:
Wife - Ayden Sheppard: Lt. Colonel - USAF
Son - Alavair Sheppard
Father - Anthony Leah: Retired General - RM
Mother - Clarissa Leah: Author
Training and Education:
- Masters in Criminal Justice
- Proficient in the use of most military issue weapons
- Advanced hand-to-hand combat training
- SAS Training
- Has undergone severe physical conditioning
Service Record:
(1992) - Enlisted at age 18, passed the Commando Course with record breaking scores, and was placed as a Second Lieutenant.
(1993) - Given command over an eight man fire squad
(1994) - Selected for SAS service.
(1995) - Appointed as a Squad Leader for the SAS, promoted to Lieutenant
(1996-1998) - Commander of several covert operations for the SAS.
(1999-2001) - Reassigned to the regular BRM duty, promoted to Captain.
(2002-Early 2003) - Squad leader for various missions in the Middle East, becomes somewhat of a living legend among the Royal Marines.
(Mid 2003) - Imprisoned in the Middle East.
(Late 2003) - Chosen to join the Stargate Program
(2004) - Assigned to the Delta Expedition
(Early 2008) - Captured by Olympian Troops, Pronounced KIA
(Late 2008 - Present) - Returned to Earth, Began work at Homeworld
Skills:
- Able to think clearly under stress
- Highly Charismatic
- Quick learner
- Excellent Physical Condition
Personality:
Alavair is an enigma. He is extremely loud and outgoing, yet at the same time he keeps a lot to himself. For a time he was a bit of a playboy, although that all changed when he met Ayden. He is as loyal as they come, and few are quicker to make a joke to lighten the situation.
Ancient Gene:
Naturally Occurring
Other Information
Play By:
Josh Hartnett
Name/Country:
Tyler / USA
Roleplay Experience:
Way longer than I care to discuss
Roleplay Example:
(Taken from another site)
It seemed as if time had passed slowly, although he knew it to be well over a year since he had last set foot inside the darkness of Der Keller. He barely noticed the days as they passed him by anymore, each seeming the same as the last. He had taken to wandering, not content with where he was and seeking something. Whether it was acceptance or some sort of destiny that he sought he wasn't sure, but it had led to him dropping in and out, never settling in one place for long. In the time he had been gone Josh had visited everywhere from Paris to Moscow, Rome to New York, yet each time he left he yearned to come back home. Now it seemed as if his time as a nomad was coming to a close, his decision made. He would return to Austria one last time, most likely never to leave again willingly. It had taken quite a bit of work to get back, what with the war and all of that going on. The last time he had visited his house had practically been demolished by the fighting, and he didn't expect the remains of it to still be there. It was with that in mind that he had sent his patronus ahead of him to alert Centara to his arrival. If there was one person he needed to see upon it was return, it was her.
Centara would always hold a special place in his unbeating heart, as she was the reason for his immortality. To this day he still vividly remembered his words, how they had provoked her to the anger that had led to him being sired. He had grown to rely on her, acting almost as one of her servants for a time before he came into his own. His arrogance had led to him leaving in the first place. He had been unable to believe that anyone could be more powerful than himself, a fact that he had left without testing. He came back now humble, although not doubtful of his own capabilities. He was quite powerful in his own right, and few vampires that he had met had been able to keep up with him in either speed or strength. None of the vampires he had encountered on his travels could hold a candle to him, but that gave him no delusions of grandeur. Both Centara and Keara were at the very least his equal, and he had no aspirations to test either of them. Now he returned to his former master seeking a friend, one of the few true friends that he had ever had. She was the one that he had always been able to count on, and he hoped that hadn't changed in his time away.
Josh strode confidently through the bar, his eyes casually scanning the room and taking everything in. Most of the bouncers seemed to be newer, although the man guarding the VIP rooms hadn't changed. His black cloak billowed behind him with every step, an unnatural grace in his steps. He lowered his cowl and revealed himself to the door man, who stepped aside instantly. At least that hadn't changed, and for that much he could be thankful. He seemed to be the only one here for now, and he began to wonder if Centara would even show up. He wouldn't blame her if she didn't, although he would be surprised. He felt as if they had been close enough before for her to at least hear him out, and if he were extremely lucky honor his request. He took a seat without a word, and with one fluid motion removed a flask from the confines of his cloak. Now all there was to do was wait, and hope for the best.
Name:
Alavair Issac Leah
Gender:
Male
Date of Birth (Age):
July 19 (38)
Height:
6'4
Hair:
Black
Eyes:
Brown
Anything Else of Note:
Multiple thin scars along his back from his time in captivity.
Professional Information
Occupation:
Organization:
Homeworld
Rank (If Applicable):
GS-14, Honorable discharge from the British Royal Marines at Lt. Colonel.
History
Personal History:
Alavair Leah was born in the outskirts of London, to a family that had long been known for distinguished service to the crown. From a young age, Alavair was taught all of the skills that he would need in his future career. His father, a General in the Royal Marines, saw to it that Alavair was trained by the best the world had to offer. He was exceptionally bright, and learned quite quickly. By the age of 10 he was already proficient in two martial arts, capable of defending himself against much larger armed opponents with ease.
His teenage years saw him on the wrong side of the law on multiple occasions, his thirst for knowledge overpowering his better judgment. He was caught twice attempting to hack into military servers that his father had access too. The first time he was severely punished, although the matter was eventually dropped. The second time however, his incursion was noticed by other branches of the government. His father was contacted by the Head of the SIS himself, who seemed quite interested in the skills that Alavair possessed. A sixteen year old boy who could work his way into top notch military security was worth some attention, especially if he could be utilized to aide the crown.
While his father pushed him toward working with the SIS, Alavair had other plans. He enlisted in the Royal Marines as soon as he came of age, his training evident as he easily became an officer. He led multiple operations, acting as both a sniper and covert operative. It was in Iraq that he proved himself, taking out multiple high priority targets and leading numerous black ops. It was during one of these missions that he was captured by Iraqi forces, and he spent the following months rotting in a middle eastern prison. He experienced torture on an almost daily basis before finally being rescued. The information he provided upon his return led to some of the most important covert operations of the 90s, and he was knighted for his efforts.
After returning from Iraq he was recruited to the Stargate Program, where he served in a reconnaissance role. He was the designated sniper for his team, and he still has one of the highest confirmed kill counts of any sniper in the brief history of the SGC. He was reassigned to the Delian galaxy, with the intent to take on his own team. For the first few months he was designated as the XO of SD-5, on which he also served as their marksman. It didn't take long however before he got his own team, SD-4, which was tasked primarily with recon. It was during his time there that he met the woman who would be the love of his life: Ayden Sheppard. Time and time again he had made passes at her, only to be coldly shut down every time. Eventually she had broken though, and a beautiful friendship had begun. That had in turn led to them dating, and ended in marriage.
Their marriage was short lived however, as both of them were called back to Earth. Ayden was assigned to the Academy, and Alavair spent time training Royal Marines. It looked as if they would be able to work everything out, at least until Alavair was reassigned to Delta. It was less than a month after his return to the Delian galaxy that things changed drastically. A local settlement had turned his team over to the Olympians, and he was the only survivor. He spent the next seven months in an Olympian labor camp, forced to work during the daylight hours, all the while planning an escape at night. It took time but eventually he was able to lead a rebellion, one that saw his Olympian captors fall. He was rescued by a small strike team, and immediately brought back to Earth, where he was shocked to discover that he had been declared legally deceased. This wasn't even the biggest surprise, as he also found out that he had a son. Once he was returned to active status, he was promptly offered multiple positions. He chose Homeworld, where he is presently stationed.
Family:
Wife - Ayden Sheppard: Lt. Colonel - USAF
Son - Alavair Sheppard
Father - Anthony Leah: Retired General - RM
Mother - Clarissa Leah: Author
Training and Education:
- Masters in Criminal Justice
- Proficient in the use of most military issue weapons
- Advanced hand-to-hand combat training
- SAS Training
- Has undergone severe physical conditioning
Service Record:
(1992) - Enlisted at age 18, passed the Commando Course with record breaking scores, and was placed as a Second Lieutenant.
(1993) - Given command over an eight man fire squad
(1994) - Selected for SAS service.
(1995) - Appointed as a Squad Leader for the SAS, promoted to Lieutenant
(1996-1998) - Commander of several covert operations for the SAS.
(1999-2001) - Reassigned to the regular BRM duty, promoted to Captain.
(2002-Early 2003) - Squad leader for various missions in the Middle East, becomes somewhat of a living legend among the Royal Marines.
(Mid 2003) - Imprisoned in the Middle East.
(Late 2003) - Chosen to join the Stargate Program
(2004) - Assigned to the Delta Expedition
(Early 2008) - Captured by Olympian Troops, Pronounced KIA
(Late 2008 - Present) - Returned to Earth, Began work at Homeworld
Skills:
- Able to think clearly under stress
- Highly Charismatic
- Quick learner
- Excellent Physical Condition
Personality:
Alavair is an enigma. He is extremely loud and outgoing, yet at the same time he keeps a lot to himself. For a time he was a bit of a playboy, although that all changed when he met Ayden. He is as loyal as they come, and few are quicker to make a joke to lighten the situation.
Ancient Gene:
Naturally Occurring
Other Information
Play By:
Josh Hartnett
Name/Country:
Tyler / USA
Roleplay Experience:
Way longer than I care to discuss
Roleplay Example:
(Taken from another site)
It seemed as if time had passed slowly, although he knew it to be well over a year since he had last set foot inside the darkness of Der Keller. He barely noticed the days as they passed him by anymore, each seeming the same as the last. He had taken to wandering, not content with where he was and seeking something. Whether it was acceptance or some sort of destiny that he sought he wasn't sure, but it had led to him dropping in and out, never settling in one place for long. In the time he had been gone Josh had visited everywhere from Paris to Moscow, Rome to New York, yet each time he left he yearned to come back home. Now it seemed as if his time as a nomad was coming to a close, his decision made. He would return to Austria one last time, most likely never to leave again willingly. It had taken quite a bit of work to get back, what with the war and all of that going on. The last time he had visited his house had practically been demolished by the fighting, and he didn't expect the remains of it to still be there. It was with that in mind that he had sent his patronus ahead of him to alert Centara to his arrival. If there was one person he needed to see upon it was return, it was her.
Centara would always hold a special place in his unbeating heart, as she was the reason for his immortality. To this day he still vividly remembered his words, how they had provoked her to the anger that had led to him being sired. He had grown to rely on her, acting almost as one of her servants for a time before he came into his own. His arrogance had led to him leaving in the first place. He had been unable to believe that anyone could be more powerful than himself, a fact that he had left without testing. He came back now humble, although not doubtful of his own capabilities. He was quite powerful in his own right, and few vampires that he had met had been able to keep up with him in either speed or strength. None of the vampires he had encountered on his travels could hold a candle to him, but that gave him no delusions of grandeur. Both Centara and Keara were at the very least his equal, and he had no aspirations to test either of them. Now he returned to his former master seeking a friend, one of the few true friends that he had ever had. She was the one that he had always been able to count on, and he hoped that hadn't changed in his time away.
Josh strode confidently through the bar, his eyes casually scanning the room and taking everything in. Most of the bouncers seemed to be newer, although the man guarding the VIP rooms hadn't changed. His black cloak billowed behind him with every step, an unnatural grace in his steps. He lowered his cowl and revealed himself to the door man, who stepped aside instantly. At least that hadn't changed, and for that much he could be thankful. He seemed to be the only one here for now, and he began to wonder if Centara would even show up. He wouldn't blame her if she didn't, although he would be surprised. He felt as if they had been close enough before for her to at least hear him out, and if he were extremely lucky honor his request. He took a seat without a word, and with one fluid motion removed a flask from the confines of his cloak. Now all there was to do was wait, and hope for the best.
