Ibram C. Chamberlain

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Original Profile

Ibram Crom Chamberlain

Basics

Age: 26

How old does he appear? : Late 20’s

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Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Hair Style: Close Cut

Weight: 173 Pounds

Height: 5’9”

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Type of body/build: Husky

Species: Human

Homeworld: Corellia

Career/Education

Coronet Military Institute

Position(s): Cadet Color Bearer

Rank(s): Cadet Master Sergeant

Previous Position(s): None

Awards & Medals: None

Personality

Nature: Gentile and adheres to a code of Honor, however this is mostly due to his belief in his Family’s history.

Habits: Mostly reserved, but prone to engaging in bouts of furious debate. Tends to run his mouth on principle and the morality of things, again mostly in due to his family history and galactic history.

Strengths: Passionate to the point or border fanatical devotion to a cause he believes. Can devote himself entirely, and achieve to heights unknown to his own limits.

Weaknesses & Character flaws: An air of pride surrounds him; he constantly feels the need to prove himself and at times misinterprets criticism. He also feels that he has a destiny of some sort and that all actions of some sense of purpose, good and bad. He constantly reminds himself of this notion, but it clashes with his sense of morality, mostly in due to the Republic betrayal on Jabiim. He at times finds himself depressed, over actions that are out of his control, but desperately wished that he could control. He has, he believes, entrusted his destiny to long to those above him, and wants his destiny in his own hands. He also trusts easily of those he holds of high importance, this draws upon his naïve-ness, and a foolhardy attitude. He also struggles to uphold himself the standards he puts on himself, almost to the point of disappointment.

Hobbies: He romanticizes military history, being his only childhood passion, and sign of comfort for him. A big amateur Clone Wars historian, with a dread fascination in both Battles of Jabiim and the subsequent Battle of Coruscant. Many of his hobbies consist, of what many consider outdated activities, like his Fancy for vibro-sabers and have become a great fencer, or his vintage weapons collection, many a relic from the Clone Wars.

Optimist or pessimist: He is shining example of Optimism, and wants to be the lead element of change believing he is best to do it. At his best he is an idealist.

Talents: Inspires others, and has a talent for making difficult decisions under stress. He is slowly showing promise as talented field commander.

Introvert or extrovert? : A large introvert, has not been a very social figure growing up, largely preferring a few trusted friend, opposed to many. He finds comfort in history and finds guidance from old historical figures.

Good characteristics: He’s a firm believer that in listening to all his subordinates, he can create the absolute best plan by listening to all proposals. He is gentleman, is seemingly easy to get along with his profound sense of humor and manners. He can appease to both the regular citizen and manners of the elite at least he tends to believe.

Mode of transport: An Imperial era speeder-bike that dates back the Galactic Civil war.

Drives and motives: The passion to defend those he loves, besides his family, he wishes to uphold his history and become a great commander, and a leader men, to become a hero in the moment of darkness. He firmly believes he was sent during this time to make a difference, like those before him in the other great conflicts of Galactic History. He has some sense of overwhelming purpose, of which he still needs to determine exactly where it will lye. It will be cast upon him, like his heroes.

Assets

Ships owned: None

Property owned: None

Appearance

Clothes: Keeps an upright, rigid appearance. Wears his military uniform with a profound sense of pride and history. That he stands in the footsteps of the great, and in the shadows of his personal heroes. The uniform is well kept, and he wears a pair of knee high black leather boots, which gleam upon reflection. During off duty, he keeps a modest appearance, wearing regular clothes, and duty wear issue uniforms, mostly old surplus.

Accessories: An old overcoat, around 60 years old in great condition, his grandfather’s military service coat and it fits like a glove, having the near same measurements, as his grandfather is a great omen to him.

In Battle

Weapons: A cherished family heirloom, a pearl handled DE-10 Blaster Pistol, that has been handed down from his grandfather. He wears this with distinction, around a dark brown waist holster, at his right hip. He also carries standard issue IR equipment.

Weapons names: His pearl handled DE-10, is affectionally known as “Gillmunn”

Interrelation with others

How is he perceived by Strangers? : Friendly and mostly normal.

Friends? : Not many, but a few closely trusted friends he has met at CMI, and growing up, though he’s only maintained contact with a small number of them.

Relationships to other characters: Ibram’s outwards appearance generally gets him a warm reception; he likes to make simple conversation and likes to know the people with him. He makes friends easily, largely because at face appearance he is friendly.

Martial Status: Single, never married.

Known Relatives:

Great Grandfather: Hargue Chamberlain (Deceased)

Great Grandmother: Ylevie Sylta (Deceased)

—Grandfather: Corm Chamberlain (Deceased)

—Grandmother: Pakio Hupila-Chamberlain (Deceased)

---Father: Wyrend Chamberlain

---Mother: Jupa Eilkle-Chamberlain

----Ibram Corm Chamberlain

—Great Uncle: Noled Hupila (Deceased)

—Great Aunt: Croi Hupila-Voughta (Deceased)

---Uncle Gavin Hupila

---Aunt Loy Qiore-Hupila

----Cousin Pakio Hupila (Unknown location)

Goals

Character’s ultimate goal: Become a great hero, and high-ranking officer within the IR Army.

How does character plan to accomplish goals? : By setting small goals, and with each accomplishment create new windows of opportunity, and distinguish himself in combat against the enemy.

How will other characters be affected? : Ibram’s recklessness, his belief that he’s being courageous could at times endanger others, mainly being the loss of Ibram, for he builds close, loyal friendships not easily lost.

History:

Type of Childhood : Spoiled middle class kid, introvert with close ring of friends, perceived by many as a Master of History. Began collecting Clone Wars militaria through various outlets. Relentlessly researched military history, of the long forgotten Clone Wars, in particular the Second Battle of Jabiim.

Biography:

Ibram was born and raised on a suburb of sprawling Coronet, on the planet Corellia. His father Wyrend is a well known lawyer and his mother; Jupa was a travel agent for the various Coronet Travel Outlets. Ibram was felt he was blessed with his understanding and love of history. From an early age, as many young children, developed passions and heroes, Ibram was different from his peers; his passion was the military, and his heroes’ mostly historic figures. Most of these heroes have disappeared, replaced by the popular contemporary icons. When Ibram did a report whilst in grade school, not even his teacher had much knowledge on his heroes. Ibram always knew this difference, and gave him a piece of pride in it. His father would read him bedtime stories of great heroes, battles, and legends. The young Ibram became particularly fascinated with his grandfathers Corm and Noled. Ibram was told of their heroic deeds against the droids on a mythic place called Jabiim, where it always rained. The name in itself, upon muttering it made the young Ibram tremble.

Wyrend, seeing his son’s fascination with his grandfathers, contacted some far off family to know more. As the stories were given to Wyrend from Uncle Gavin, young Ibram was filled with heroic tales, last stands and close escapes. More importantly he learned his ancestry was from Jabiim. He was in fact Jabiimi, not Corellian so he thought. He then pictured himself a great man from Jabiim, as his bedtime stories lead him to believe.

As Ibram reached his teens, more information was declassified and found on the Clone Wars. Anything on Jabiim he would search for relentlessly. He came to learn that by contacting Gavin more about Noled and Corm’s actions. He also learned that these droids were in fact the CIS, and his grandfathers Jabiimi loyalists that were fiercely independent fighting for Jabiim. Just knowing he had direct ancestors that fought in the Clone Wars heroically made the young man’s pride tremendous. As more knowledge came to him, he kept researching finding more heroic men in the Clone Wars making his list of heroes, and sense of belonging grow.

When Ibram reached of age, namely enough for his father to trust Ibram to make the trip to his long lost Uncle Gavin, who was also miraculously on Corellia with his wife and daughter. After a lengthy trip to Kyrena on a maglev train, he traveled by landspeeder to his uncle’s rural home. After meeting his uncle, aunt and cousin, he took a good, comfy nap. After some initial basic conversations, he spoke with Gavin about his father Noled. Gavin’s face almost became bitter, to Ibram’s surprise. After Gavin said it was going to be a long story, he reached the conclusion that was why Ibram had come. He began speaking about the fierce and bitter rivalries on Jabiim. He went on about the Republic’s neglecting of Jabiim’s every call for help or assistance. Crom was Noled’s close friend growing up, both being raised in the same community of moisture farmers. Crom took a liking to Noled’s sister Pakio, as the boys grew up. As they turned their mid twenties, the Clone Wars erupted. As soon as it did, not only their community but also the whole of Jabiim was divided between patriots and loyalists. There was little ground in between my mother Croi told me when I was around your age, Gavin told Ibram. Gavin then continued on the worsening situation. Many of their neighbors were ardent patriots, claiming that the Republic never did anything for Jabiim and now they just want us for our ore. However, amidst this sea of patriotism, Noled and Crom were loyalists. Gavin then said his mother recalled that someone tried to burn down their house, and made puppets and hung them from the trees surrounding our house. Rocks were thrown at their windows, and their parents cursed at daily. At market, people made them pay twice as much for the basic necessities, and someone kicked their priceless utility droid into pieces, craving the word death to loyalist scum. No doubt both Noled and Crom became more furious and wanted to take action for sure. When they learned that the Coup that overthrew congress killing most pro-Republic members of congress, was lead by Separatist sympathizers that pressed Jabiim into the Confederacy. These ardent patriots, now known as the Jabiimi Nationalists, did this. Gavin took a pause, seemingly staring at something, then continued. When my father learned it was a Separatist notion and when droids starting appearing at Choal and other outlets he was furious. He got your grandpa and got together other loyalists, they declared something had to be done. Then, for their allegiance to the Republic the Nationalists seized their property, and looted all but a handful of hidden items. So Crom, Noled, and Pakio fled to Monsoon Mesa. There they were overjoyed to find Congressman Orliss Gullmann, who escaped the murders. Gillmunn gave shelter to the trio. There with other Loyalists fortified their location in Monsoon Mesa. Gavin took a drink, stared at it for a while, definitely searching his memory, waited in silence for a bit. He then continued yet again, with a fully captivated Ibram writing as he went. When they learned the Republic was sending a Army to fight for Jabiim, they begun their training right away. Noled and Crom learned basic combat and became part of the Jabiimi Loyalist Army. During this, your grandfather married my great aunt Pakio. My father also married my mother, who was also displaced by the Nationalists. Gavin said hold on, and went to the washroom.

Ibram was astonished from what he was learning, and his notepad showed it. He then realized where is his grandfather and great uncle Noled? But before he could ponder long on that thought, Gavin returned. Where were we, oh yes, and was about to begin when he saw Ibram’s large amount of notes and noticed he ran out of paper, and brought some more with a smile. You know, this part I cherished as a young’n. Noled and Crom became natural leaders and both became lieutenants in the Loyalist Army. As the invasion date grew closer, they cherished their relationships with their wives, and little did she know Pakio was pregnant with your daddy. When 0 hour came, the planet was thrown in chaos, with my mother telling me she could see the orbital bombardment and it made splendid fireworks, a rare occurrence of a happy moment she said. As early morning drew, the loyalists were awakened and mustered out. Gavin stopped, of what exactly happened I don’t know, but I will tell you what I was told, since my mother did not see much outside the base at Cobalt, but see spoke with men under Noled and Crom’s command. It was early morning; invasion +1 and the enemy were putting up a determined fight. The gleaming, white armor glad Republic troops lead by saber wielding men in robes made a tremendous landing and established a beachhead. With Captain Gillmunn they made a flanking attack hoping to lighten the artillery barrages on the Republic troops. They had succeeded taking light casualties. They fought with unbelievable tenacity, especially Noled and Crom being at the foremost area of the fight. Your grandfather was wounded twice in the arm and it was Noled who dragged him back under a hail of blaster fire. He was taken to a Republic M.A.S.H. unit. Noled would continued to fight with the men, but fell back after being overwhelmed. The campaign then turned for the worst. Casualties mounted high for the republic troops, and loyalists. Once healed your grandpa reunited with Noled to make a gallant surprise attack against the droid forces. However one of the soldiers fired early ending up in a wretched turn of events. They became surrounded, and amidst the fire Crom was shot and mortally injured. Fearing death, he gave a tight little piece of paper and his pearl handled DE-10 pistol to Noled. As a last action, Crom diverted attention to himself while Noled hit a enemy tank but the shrapnel hit Noled in the head. He faded into a blackout, and was left for dead. Gavin paused, with a watery eye, in turn Ibram felt a sick feeling in his stomach. After a sigh Gavin continued that being left for dead, a Nationalist tried prying off his wedding ring but then was hit by Republic fire, he then slipped back into unconsciousness. The Republic troops took the area back for the moment, and recovered the mangled Noled. After making it back to Cobalt emergency medical center, he gave the rolled up paper and pistol to your grandmother. He then passed away. Soon the Republic was losing very badly, with the medical centers filling beyond capacity with men stretched around just outside, their gore for all to see. That’s all my mother remembered, at least for the battle. She then spoke of disease spreading around the camp. Pakio and Croi were taken to Monsoon Mesa to be separated from the sickly. Upon arrival they were given a mat and that was all. For a few weeks they stayed there as Nationalist attacks against the bases grew. They then learned that a valiant defense of Cobalt base fell, many butchered right there. She spoke of the panic; many were trying to get a transport off world. The gunships were only taking military personal at the moment evacuating top level personal.

Gavin paused, took a long drink and began for a final time. Because of Noled and Crom’s relations with Gillmunn, Croi and Pakio were given tickets off world. They however had to wait. The news got worse; the defense of Choal fell with the Republic troops fighting to the last, and couldn’t hold out. Things got very bad she said, you were blessed to be in our position. Now the ships were evacuating at an alarming rate, many battle hardened, and who almost died for a Republic that didn’t help them before, didn’t help them now. On day 43, the Republic evacuation ships arrived. However, there were not enough ships for both the clones and the remaining loyalist forces, who were desperate to escape the revenge of the now successful Separatists. Though Croi and Pakio made it aboard one ship and barely made it on, the tickets almost were nullified. They however made it to the Navy vessels in orbit. But with the last being shipped up, they saw only Clone troops being taken back up, leaving the Loyalist fighters there. No help, they stranded your grandfather’s brothers in arms to their fate. Oh it was the worst they had ever seen in their lives to date, even when they died nothing had been worse. One of the soldiers muttered what their commander said when they reached topside that he said something along the lines of “this is your war now.” Or something like that, and just abandoned them the sinister Nationalists. I do not pretend to know what happened to them.

Gavin had tears streaking his cheek, and let the story absorb into a pale Ibram. How could his heroes leave his countrymen behind? Ibram was mixed was a range of emotions, he didn’t know what to feel. Gavin started with the fact on how Croi and Pakio ended up on Corellia was the fact is was the only refueling dock large enough for the star cruisers. They went their separate ways, both too distraught to speak of Jabiim. They found it hard acclimating into Corellian society, which differed from Jabiim. Corellians they found were much different, but they managed. And now here we are. Ibram had no idea; his infinitely kind grandmother was this veteran of Clone Wars and wife to his heroic grandfather. Just the fact he was related to such was almost too much for the young Ibram. He was nowhere near as brave, or tenacious or strong to call himself a native Jabiimi. He got the courage to ask when Croi passed away, and Gavin said it wasn’t too long ago. So all this thinking on my father spurted the knowledge I was able to tell you. He then got up and tapped Ibram’s shoulder, there’s something I want you to have. Although Ibram’s knees were shaking from the huge impact a story like that had on him, he followed. Gavin lead Ibram to a small chest under his bed. He took out a key, and opened it up on top of his bed. In it was a pearl handled DE-10 and old looking rolled up note. Ibram fainted at the sight of it. With a few splashes of water from the entire Hupila family, he rose. Gavin gave him the chest, saying that it was right fully Ibram’s fathers, and to take it to him as soon as possible. Since Ibram’s maglev train ticket was roundtrip, he decided to spend the night. He woke up to the beautiful smell of breakfast. The smell was unfamiliar to him. He ran down stairs. He sat at the table, and Gavin said it was a old Jabiimi recipe from his mother. The food was simply amazing; Ibram wondered why he did not have something like this before. Gavin made a copy of the recipe and gave to Ibram. After Ibram said his thanks for the meal, story and sleep he left for the station with his crimson chest.

When Ibram got on the train, he opened the chest and read the note, it reads,

“To my son Wyrend,

I had hoped you would never have to read this, but I wont be able to experience being a father. Currently at the moment in this damp little tent I was able to write this out before our mission tomorrow. I am writing this as a last word kind of thing if you know…I don’t make it. The following is my absolute undying love for your mother Pakio. Please know I love you very, very much…”

Ibram stopped reading and squinted to make out the words, this part was faded because of apparent water damage, but he could make out some of it to the last of his words.

“…And our son benefit greatly from it. It’s getting early in the morning…words can’t find meaning for how much I have come to love…I almost got hit yesterday, for third time on the same…can you believe that! I have talked to CPT Gillmu…tickets for you and Croi…get off this rock. For the baby’s sake, raise him on a good…far away from here…a day we will come back for the buried items in back of the house. I told Noled to write a note too…confident we will win too. I’m rambling a little bit, just remember…that…day and how fun it was…I’ve cried more than this planet can rain writing this…

Pakio, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for me, for we shall meet again. I promise…As for my little boy, they will grow as I have done, and never know a father’s love and care. Pakio, I have unlimited confidence in your maternal care and your development of his character. If I do not return, my dear Pakio, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name.

Good bye, and love you,

Crom”

Ibram got misty, but he discovered something. There was another piece of paper stuck on the note; he slowly tried getting it off. However the horror hit him, he ripped the note, for it’s age it was tearing quickly. But he did get a bit out, saving most of the note. The second paper read,

“The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days - perhaps tomorrow. I don’t think I will be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines so they can comfort you when your no more. Our movement may be one of a few days’ duration - and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. The memories of the happy moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our son grows up to honorable manhood around us.”

From what Ibram could read ended there. He got back to Coronet, changed trains and the wait home seemed forever. He rushed inside and yelled for his father Wyrend. He brought the chest to him and showed him the note. His father sat down, took off his coat and hat. He grabbed for his caffinated drink and looked it over. He face turned sad, and he looked up. He then looked and asked Ibram where he got it. Ibram responded in kind it was Uncle Gavin. He then reached out and held the pistol. It looked clean, and Wyrend told his son that he was glad that this could be found. Though he had little interest in the military, handed down the pistol to Ibram. The thought that if it still worked crossed Ibram’s mind. Then going into the backyard set up a small target and Wyrend watched from the porch. Ibram took off safety and pulled the trigger, the shot sent him flying backwards and the powerful shot went clean through with the same stopping power it had decades before. Both were awed, and right there it felt a little comfort to both be happily surprised that maybe that was granpa showing some sign from above.

Later that night Ibram inquired about grandma Pakio. His father had little compared to Gavin. All he said was that growing up was tough. They were dirt poor and he took the job as the lawyer to make money the family desperately needed. When he’d go to bed, his mother would tell fabulous, heroic tales about my father. I told the same ones to you growing up. So I never took more interest beyond that, just worked hard. You are the first Corellian in the family…well besides your mother. Ibram let him read his notes he took listening to Gavin, and after that his father put the note under lock and key by his bed.

A few years later, now with sense of direction, Ibram got good enough exam scores for the Coronet Military Institute. All to eager to live up to his namesake, he excelled and was a model cadet. Though many cadets were more interested in the Business degrees and sub sequential Science and Engineering Ibram took History and Military Arts. He rose to the rank of Cadet Master Sergeant. He vigorously played the sports, but always managed to play to hard and get hurt. To he reserved to Vibro Saber fencing and Pistol Competitions. He began a steady road to success. However he wasn’t at the standard he wanted to be at. He needed to be the best and live up to his history. When in doubt he turned to his heroes to serve as inspiration. He became fan of contemporary history as well as the Clone Wars. He was always conflicted in heart. How the Republic betrayed his countrymen. He was rightly feeling a sense of betrayal. Although his grades weren’t great, and he felt that held him back, they weren’t horrible. But someone his Cadet superiors got more handouts and did less work. Just because of their family ties did they get higher in the chain. No matter how hard Ibram worked proving constantly better, but still received nothing. The fact haunted him and made him angry, serving as a way that his destiny is being blocked and held in the hands of others out of his control. He then felt a sense of uselessness, that it was his fault in some way; he was his own worst enemy relentlessly beating up on himself. In his letters home, he called himself a Characterless, lazy, stupid individual. His parents helped each step of the way. Ibram was prone to being homesick, so his mother came out and stayed in a hotel near CMI. This helped get the ambitious Ibram back on track. A few Jabiimi dishes usually made his day.

Upon graduation He was one of the very few to get a military commission as an entry grade officer. Optimistic, and with his guardian angels, his prideful history, the young man accepted the commission wholeheartedly. Despite many peers went off to high paying jobs, Ibram went for the military job. With luck on his side, and his grandfather looking over him, he was ready for his story to begin. When asked why he went for a seemingly monotonous job and why he wanted to join so badly he replied, I know how strongly Galatic Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the many Civil Wars, and I am willing - perfectly willing - to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt.

Edited January 1, 2009 by Ibram Chamberlain

CPT Ibram Chamberlain

Company Commander

82nd Line Brigade

8th Assault Battalion

20th Heavy Weapons Company

Imperial Republic Army

*“*History does not long entrust the care of freedom to the weak or the timid.”

Roles

Organization	Title	Rank	Start IRY	End IRY	Notes
unknown	Unknown	—	0	—	Needs research

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• Source: Primary_Characters
• Original Author: Ibram Chamberlain
• Posted: 2009-01-01T14:29:56Z