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Species/Race: Human

 

Name: Flix

 

Middle Name: N/A

 

Last Name: Raze

 

Nickname: The Clustershot Kid

 

Gender: Male

 

Date of Birth: 23 BTC

 

Place of Birth: Alderaan

 

Age: 21

 

Height: 5'11"

 

Weight: Around 135 lbs.

 

Hair Color/Style: Light Brown, Slicked Back

 

Facial Appearance: N/A

 

Eye Color: Blue

 

Body Appearance: Athletic

 

Home Planet: Tatooine

 

Current Residence: Alderaan

 

Allegiance: Republic

 

Profession: Commando Trooper

 

Armor/Clothes: Heavy Armor

 

Primary Weapon(s): Heavy Blaster, Clustershot

 

Secondary Weapon(s): Sentry Rifle, Hanshot

 

Miscellaneous Item(s): Sticky Grenades

 

Allies:

>Jet Red'hawk - Flix's childhood friend

>V3-F7 - Jet's droid on the "Blaze Tank"

 

Vehicle: BT-7 Thunderclap he named "Blaze Tank"

 

Biography: Ask him IC.

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Species/Race: Mando’chani (part Mandalorian, part Echani)

Name: Tan’shae

Middle Name: Qat

Last Name: Kyr’vel

Pronounced: Tan-shay Cat Keer-vel

Nickname: Tan, Tanny (rare), Shae

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: 22 BTC

Place of Birth: Nar Shaddaa

Age: 26 standard years

Height: 6’2’’

Weight: 195lbs

Hair Color/Style: Jet black, tied in a high ponytail, fringe over left eye, long sideburns http://indigirl.deviantart.com/art/A-Sketchy-Maurauder-276390960?q=gallery%3Aindigirl%2F84419&qo=3

Facial Appearance: Very angular, strong chin, pronounced cheekbones

Eye Color: Bright amber, enhanced to near-neon yellow through Sith corruption

Body Appearance: Tall, muscular, wide shoulders, could be considered mannish

Home Planet: Doesn’t really have one

Current Residence: The Scytheblade, Fury-class Imperial Interceptor

Allegiance: Sith Empire/her clan

Profession: Sith Lord, trainer of Kyr'vel greenhorns

Armor/Clothes: Medium-grade armoring, can be seen here -- http://indigirl.deviantart.com/art/Menacing-Marauder-281581836?q=gallery%3Aindigirl&qo=0

Primary Weapon(s): Single-bladed orange lightsaber (Lash)

Secondary Weapon(s): Single-bladed red lightsaber (Hammer)

Companion(s): Vette (adoptive sister), Jaesa Wilsaam (apprentice/adoptive sister), Malavai Quinn (husband), Lt. Pierce (drinking buddy/that-brother-you-hate-but-can’t-help-but-love), Broonmark (bodyguard), Heth (Sith Sorcerer buddy, friend from Korriban academy)

Miscellaneous Notes(s): Has orange wedges tattooed all over body, most notably on her chin and her temples. Has a scar on her chin, and pronounced veins in some areas due to Sith corruption. Her naturally pale skin makes her a sickly whitish color when coupled with the paling effects of her corruption.

Biography:

Tan’shae was born to a young girl named Jhey’ryn Kyr’vel on Nar Shaddaa. Jhey’ryn had gotten herself indebted to Kallec Skade, a small-time Devaronian crime lord, after failing to pay up the credits to feed her nasty spice habit. Having had Tan’shae so young, Jhey’ryn felt her daughter had robbed her of her fast and carefree lifestyle, so she quickly learned to shoulder her child off on other slaves to be taken care of while she went to dance clubs and indulged in more spice. By her pre-teen years, Tan’shae felt incredibly detached and alone, despite a constant flow of slaves and criminals to interact with. This resulted in her trying to desperately win her mother’s affections by any means possible, be it though getting her spice, or impressing her by pulling off escalateingly illegal crimes. Nevertheless, none of it ever seemed to leave much of an impression on her mother, who still openly scorned and rejected her in front of others. Unshaken by how her mother treated her, by thirteen, Tan’shae was determined to become a bigshot crime lord in the hopes that such success would leave her mother no choice but to notice and praise her. However, Akaia Kyr’vel, Tan’shae’s grandmother, had other plans for her.

 

The first time Tan’shae met her grandmother was shortly after her thirteenth birthday. Akaia arrived on Nar Shaddaa with a platoon of Mandalorian warriors in tow, and made short work of tracking down Kallec and her estranged daughter. The older, white-haired woman had come for Tan’shae, as she had become an adult by Mandalorian standards, which Akaia intended to take advantage of by offering her indoctrination into the Mandalorian culture. Ever eager to impress her mother, and excited at the thought of a whole clan to call her own, Tan’shae eagerly agreed and left Nar Shaddaa with her grandmother. Jhey’ryn remained with Kallec on the smuggler’s moon, despite pleading from her mother to come with her and Tan’shae.

 

Akaia brought her granddaughter aboard her ship the White Raven, a refurbished Mandalorian crusader-class corvette, where her sect of the Kyr’vel clan of Mandalorains resided. It was like a dream-come-true for Tan’shae, going from practically no family at all to over fifty individuals, a number which would grow over time. Once settled aboard her new home, Tan’shae was taken aside by her grandmother, who told her of their great legacy. They were descended from a long line of powerful Mandalorian and Echani warriors, dating back three hundred years to the great Qatar Flynn, a force-sensitive warrior who fought alongside the mighty Jedi Revan and the legendary Canderous Ordo, before he became Mandalore the Preserver. Invigored by the news of her legacy, Tan’shae eagerly began her training as a Mandalorian warrior, under the mindful eye of her grandmother and the elders aboard the White Raven. Her training brought her to many exotic planets, like Tattooine, Kashyyk, Mon Calamari, and countless others. Such natural places were a wonderful change of pace from the polluted cityscapes of Nar Shaddaa, and the young Mandalorian quickly learned how to survive in any environment. On top of that, Tan’shae finally felt as though she belonged, now that she had an actual family, with brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles, aunts, and any other family member she ever could have wished for. Their rowdy energy and close ties to one another more than filled the gaping void Tan’shae had had since she was young, and it fueled her drive to become great.

 

Shortly after her eighteenth birthday, it became apparent to Tan’shae and those around her that she was a force-sensitive, just like her ancestor Qatar. Her grandmother had suspected a connection to the force, as Tan’shae had demonstrated almost clairvoyant intuition to anticipate her opponent’s actions, and had prepared to discuss force training with Tan’shae. She explained how she would be neutral with how Tan’shae chose to train, if she even chose to train at all, whether she choose the path of either Jedi or Sith teachings. The allure of power through the force was far too seductive for Tan’shae to ignore, and she quickly decided that she would train on Korriban to become a Sith, certain that doing so would finally make her mother proud.

 

The Sith Academy on Korriban proved to be a difficult place to live. Tan’shae was thankful of her previous Mandalorian training, certain that she wouldn’t have survived the academy otherwise. It was on Korriban that Tan’shae met Heth, a voluptuously built Ratataki and former slave, who would prove to be a lifelong companion for the budding Sith. Unlike Tan’shae, who had great aptitude for channeling the force into a blade, Heth was more adept in using the force in its raw form, using it to electrocute, madden, and even heal those around her. They were able to form a formidable alliance, and stand toe-to-toe against the most dangerous things Korriban had to offer, be it monstrous tuk’ata beasts, or exalted, over-privileged Sith Pureblood acolytes, who always looked to strike the pair down, and “purify” the academy.

 

Heth and Tan’shae eventually went their separate ways, with Tan’shae departing Korriban first to report to her new master, Darth Baras, on Dromund Kaas. The two swore to remain connected, and Tan’shae was able to hold her head high when she left, knowing that she had survived a place and trials that many others did not. At the Vaikan Spacedock, under the instruction of the Sith Masters aboard, she took up a second lightsaber, and begun her training as a Sith Marauder. Though she missed her friend Heth, Tan’shae was happy to find another companion in a svelte Twi’lek named Vette, a “gift” from her master, though she quickly liberated her new companion of her slave collar.

 

Over several years, Tan’shae and Vette carried out Darth Baras’ bidding on Dromund Kaas, aiding him in extracting information about his rival Nomen Kaar’s padawan, before leaving for Balmorra to execute the first of Baras’ spy network. It was on Balmorra that Tan’shae met then-Lieutenant Malavai Quinn, employee of her master and liaison to her and Vette during their stay on Balmorra. Even with her playful flirting with the Lieutenant, Tan’shae could not have foreseen what a large part the prim-and-proper Imperial officer would play in her life.

 

And the rest, well… you’ll just have to play the Sith Warrior storyline to see where it goes from there.

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Species/Race: Human

Name: Dorrin

Middle Name:

Last Name: Antel

Nickname: Dor, Dorrin

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 180 lbs

Hair Color/Style: Medium length dark brown hair stylish swept up

Facial Appearance: High cheekbones, strong jaw, "classic good looks"

Eye Color: Hazel

Body Appearance: Lean with an athletic build

Home Planet: Corellia

Current Residence: THe Jedi Temple

Allegiance: Republic

Profession: Jedi Sentinel

Primary Weapon(s): Lightsaber

Secondary Weapon(s): His charm and charisma ;;) .......just kidding the Force :D

 

Biography: In another life, one without the Force, Dorrin Antel might have been a Holovid star or a smuggler. At the age of six, a little old by Jedi standards, he was taken from his home when it was discovered he could use the Force. All he remembers of his home is the smell of incense burning and his stuffed rancor doll.

 

While training in the Jedi Temple it became apparent that although Dorrin could use the Force, he could not manipulate it in the physical world as well as his peers. His Force strength exteneded more into what the eye could not see; a strange tingling behind his ear when a sparring partner was preparing to strike or an urge to jerk his starfighter to the left as an enemy fighter closed in. This helped him with his two true strengths as a Jedi; his swordsmanship and his piloting skills. A master pilot and a surgeon with his lightsaber Dorrin has slain many foes.

 

However his true desire is not to study the Force or to defeat the Sith Empire, Dorrin longs more than anything else to be reunited with his family again. When free from his Jedi duties he works on tracking down his mother, father, and older brother he barely remembers. Armed only with his surname and vague memories he searches the galaxy from the plains of Dantoine to the darkest cantinas in the depths of Courascant. Don't be surprised if you find yourself questioned by him on his quest, and dont be afraid to lend a helping hand! :)

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Species/Race: Twi'lek

Name: Aurori

Last Name: Anu

Nickname:-Ari

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: 14 BTC

Place of Birth: Ryloth

Age: 21

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 120 lbs.

Hair Color/Style: Twin lekku protruding from the back of the skull and are covered in dark blue tribal markings.

Facial Appearance: Heart shaped with high cheek bones, almond shaped eyes, and full lips. A dark blue tribal stripe marks each cheek, a small scar is visible on the left cheek.

Eye Color: Blue

Body Appearance: Attractive and slender light blue-skinned body covered in fine layer of lean muscle.

Home Planet: Ryloth

Current Residence: Jedi Temple on Tython

Allegiance: Republic, Jedi Order

Profession: Jedi Consular

Armor/Clothes: Earthy brown and gray colored hooded robes, tan skin-tight pants, worn knee-high dark brown boots, black gloves, brown and silver headband, and a leather belt that holds her lightsaber.

Primary Weapon(s): Dual-edged lightsaber

Secondary Weapon(s):- Multiple forms of martial arts and the Force

 

Biography: Aurori Anu is a respected and honored member of the Jedi Order. Her kindness and compassion gained her the admiration of many that she has met on her travels, while her exceeding control of the Force had impressed both her allies and foes. But like many of her race, her early life was filled with greed, deception, and cruelty.

 

After the disappearance of her father, Aurori's mother took a job as a dancer/waitress in the cantina of their village. One night after working double shifts, Aurori's mother came home to find the four year old suspended in the air with pieces of furniture flying around her. Recognizing her daughter's remarkable control of the Force, she and Aurori snuck aboard a supply ship headed for the Jedi Temple on Tython. Within a few hours after the ship's departure though, they had been discovered by one of the crew. They both would have been thrown into deep space if the Jedi in charge of the cargo aboard the ship hadn't intervened. Aurori's mother had explained her young daughter's gifts and pleaded to the master to take her to Tython; to give her a better life. The Jedi was a compassionate being and agreed to take Aurori, vowing to become her master himself.

 

Upon their arrival on Tython, the Jedi instructed the crew to take Aurori's mother somewhere safe and gave her enough credits to start a new life. After a emotional farewell, the young Aurori was brought forth to the Council. They were astounded by her abilities and started her training immediately.

 

Years later, after the majority of her training had been completed, Aurori had met the one person in the entire galaxy that could unnerve her, a human Jedi Knight by the name of Rellin. He has tall with tan skin, short brown hair, and beautiful hazel eyes. Now see, Aurori didn't mean to fall for him, she just couldn't help it. And to her surprise, he had fallen for her as well.

 

For the entire length of their relationship, they met in secret, only allowing themselves to be seen together if it was absolutely necessary. It wasn't until their closet friend, Aurori's master, had found out about them did they begin to worry. If one Jedi master had figured them out, who was to say that the Council itself wouldn't. So that was when they had decided to stop seeing each other. Aurori's heart was only crushed even more after she recieved word of Rellin's death during a mission somewhere in the Outer Rim. Coincidently, it was only a short time after that was she dubbed as a full fledged Jedi Consular.

 

Maintaining her position as a Consular, Aurori searched for the secrets of the Force all across the galaxy. From the frozen tundra of Hoth, to the scortching heat of Tatooine's deserts, and everywhere in between. Along the way she fought bounty hunters, Sith warriors, and the occasional forty foot tall monster :D.

 

To this day she continues on with locating lost information that could benefit all Jedi with the aid of a Zabrakan smuggler named Terrek and young human Jedi known as Marri Sher. Together, the trio travel the galaxy, making allies on other worlds and getting into more than enough trouble with the Imperial forces.

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Species/Race: Mando’chani (part Mandalorian, part Echani)

Name: Tan’shae

Middle Name: Qat

Last Name: Kyr’vel

Pronounced: Tan-shay Cat Keer-vel

Nickname: Tan, Tanny (rare), Shae

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: 22 BTC

Place of Birth: Nar Shaddaa

Age: 26 standard years

Height: 6’2’’

Weight: 195lbs

Hair Color/Style: Jet black, tied in a high ponytail, fringe over left eye, long sideburns http://indigirl.deviantart.com/art/A-Sketchy-Maurauder-276390960?q=gallery%3Aindigirl%2F84419&qo=3

Facial Appearance: Very angular, strong chin, pronounced cheekbones

Eye Color: Bright amber, enhanced to near-neon yellow through Sith corruption

Body Appearance: Tall, muscular, wide shoulders, could be considered mannish

Home Planet: Doesn’t really have one

Current Residence: The Scytheblade, Fury-class Imperial Interceptor

Allegiance: Sith Empire/her clan

Profession: Sith Lord, trainer of Kyr'vel greenhorns

Armor/Clothes: Medium-grade armoring, can be seen here -- http://indigirl.deviantart.com/art/Menacing-Marauder-281581836?q=gallery%3Aindigirl&qo=0

Primary Weapon(s): Single-bladed orange lightsaber (Lash)

Secondary Weapon(s): Single-bladed red lightsaber (Hammer)

Companion(s): Vette (adoptive sister), Jaesa Wilsaam (apprentice/adoptive sister), Malavai Quinn (husband), Lt. Pierce (drinking buddy/that-brother-you-hate-but-can’t-help-but-love), Broonmark (bodyguard), Heth (Sith Sorcerer buddy, friend from Korriban academy)

Miscellaneous Notes(s): Has orange wedges tattooed all over body, most notably on her chin and her temples. Has a scar on her chin, and pronounced veins in some areas due to Sith corruption. Her naturally pale skin makes her a sickly whitish color when coupled with the paling effects of her corruption.

Biography:

Tan’shae was born to a young girl named Jhey’ryn Kyr’vel on Nar Shaddaa. Jhey’ryn had gotten herself indebted to Kallec Skade, a small-time Devaronian crime lord, after failing to pay up the credits to feed her nasty spice habit. Having had Tan’shae so young, Jhey’ryn felt her daughter had robbed her of her fast and carefree lifestyle, so she quickly learned to shoulder her child off on other slaves to be taken care of while she went to dance clubs and indulged in more spice. By her pre-teen years, Tan’shae felt incredibly detached and alone, despite a constant flow of slaves and criminals to interact with. This resulted in her trying to desperately win her mother’s affections by any means possible, be it though getting her spice, or impressing her by pulling off escalateingly illegal crimes. Nevertheless, none of it ever seemed to leave much of an impression on her mother, who still openly scorned and rejected her in front of others. Unshaken by how her mother treated her, by thirteen, Tan’shae was determined to become a bigshot crime lord in the hopes that such success would leave her mother no choice but to notice and praise her. However, Akaia Kyr’vel, Tan’shae’s grandmother, had other plans for her.

 

The first time Tan’shae met her grandmother was shortly after her thirteenth birthday. Akaia arrived on Nar Shaddaa with a platoon of Mandalorian warriors in tow, and made short work of tracking down Kallec and her estranged daughter. The older, white-haired woman had come for Tan’shae, as she had become an adult by Mandalorian standards, which Akaia intended to take advantage of by offering her indoctrination into the Mandalorian culture. Ever eager to impress her mother, and excited at the thought of a whole clan to call her own, Tan’shae eagerly agreed and left Nar Shaddaa with her grandmother. Jhey’ryn remained with Kallec on the smuggler’s moon, despite pleading from her mother to come with her and Tan’shae.

 

Akaia brought her granddaughter aboard her ship the White Raven, a refurbished Mandalorian crusader-class corvette, where her sect of the Kyr’vel clan of Mandalorains resided. It was like a dream-come-true for Tan’shae, going from practically no family at all to over fifty individuals, a number which would grow over time. Once settled aboard her new home, Tan’shae was taken aside by her grandmother, who told her of their great legacy. They were descended from a long line of powerful Mandalorian and Echani warriors, dating back three hundred years to the great Qatar Flynn, a force-sensitive warrior who fought alongside the mighty Jedi Revan and the legendary Canderous Ordo, before he became Mandalore the Preserver. Invigored by the news of her legacy, Tan’shae eagerly began her training as a Mandalorian warrior, under the mindful eye of her grandmother and the elders aboard the White Raven. Her training brought her to many exotic planets, like Tattooine, Kashyyk, Mon Calamari, and countless others. Such natural places were a wonderful change of pace from the polluted cityscapes of Nar Shaddaa, and the young Mandalorian quickly learned how to survive in any environment. On top of that, Tan’shae finally felt as though she belonged, now that she had an actual family, with brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles, aunts, and any other family member she ever could have wished for. Their rowdy energy and close ties to one another more than filled the gaping void Tan’shae had had since she was young, and it fueled her drive to become great.

 

Shortly after her eighteenth birthday, it became apparent to Tan’shae and those around her that she was a force-sensitive, just like her ancestor Qatar. Her grandmother had suspected a connection to the force, as Tan’shae had demonstrated almost clairvoyant intuition to anticipate her opponent’s actions, and had prepared to discuss force training with Tan’shae. She explained how she would be neutral with how Tan’shae chose to train, if she even chose to train at all, whether she choose the path of either Jedi or Sith teachings. The allure of power through the force was far too seductive for Tan’shae to ignore, and she quickly decided that she would train on Korriban to become a Sith, certain that doing so would finally make her mother proud.

 

The Sith Academy on Korriban proved to be a difficult place to live. Tan’shae was thankful of her previous Mandalorian training, certain that she wouldn’t have survived the academy otherwise. It was on Korriban that Tan’shae met Heth, a voluptuously built Ratataki and former slave, who would prove to be a lifelong companion for the budding Sith. Unlike Tan’shae, who had great aptitude for channeling the force into a blade, Heth was more adept in using the force in its raw form, using it to electrocute, madden, and even heal those around her. They were able to form a formidable alliance, and stand toe-to-toe against the most dangerous things Korriban had to offer, be it monstrous tuk’ata beasts, or exalted, over-privileged Sith Pureblood acolytes, who always looked to strike the pair down, and “purify” the academy.

 

Heth and Tan’shae eventually went their separate ways, with Tan’shae departing Korriban first to report to her new master, Darth Baras, on Dromund Kaas. The two swore to remain connected, and Tan’shae was able to hold her head high when she left, knowing that she had survived a place and trials that many others did not. At the Vaikan Spacedock, under the instruction of the Sith Masters aboard, she took up a second lightsaber, and begun her training as a Sith Marauder. Though she missed her friend Heth, Tan’shae was happy to find another companion in a svelte Twi’lek named Vette, a “gift” from her master, though she quickly liberated her new companion of her slave collar.

 

Over several years, Tan’shae and Vette carried out Darth Baras’ bidding on Dromund Kaas, aiding him in extracting information about his rival Nomen Kaar’s padawan, before leaving for Balmorra to execute the first of Baras’ spy network. It was on Balmorra that Tan’shae met then-Lieutenant Malavai Quinn, employee of her master and liaison to her and Vette during their stay on Balmorra. Even with her playful flirting with the Lieutenant, Tan’shae could not have foreseen what a large part the prim-and-proper Imperial officer would play in her life.

 

And the rest, well… you’ll just have to play the Sith Warrior storyline to see where it goes from there.

 

 

Overall, a good character. Liked the Bio and the character sheet, but I just had two real problems with it:

 

1: Heritage isn't really a big deal, but you say you are a child of Echani and Mandalorians... Which unless under very... very rare circumstances wouldn't happen. Mandalorians and Echani HATE each other. To the Mandalorians, Echani are fluffy "warrior dancers" that wield weapons "not worthy to even a Mandalorian Child." To the Echani, the Mandalorians are mindless killers and butcherers. Two very different cultures that wouldn't be so keen on mating with each other. But like I said, heritage doesn't really matter.

 

2: Your character feels like 3 twisted together. When I started reading, I was ready for a crazy Smuggler and Pirate type of attitude... Then it changed to a Mandalorian Warrior bound by Honor. Then it shifted once again to a Sith Lord type of character. It seems that you are trying to mix three awesome personas, but maybe should stick to one or two.

 

Overall, great character, just perhaps a little unfocused at times.

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Species/Race: Miraluka

Name: Wook

Middle Name: N/A

Last Name: Obac

Nickname: Wook, Wooko

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 17 btc

Place of Birth: Coruscant

Age: 19

Height: 6'1''

Weight: 180 lbs

Hair Color/Style: brown, combed back

Facial Appearance: angular face

Eye Color: N/A

Body Appearance: Fit

Home Planet: Coruscant

Current Residence: Remembrance (Corellian Defender class corvette)

Allegiance: Republic/Jedi Order

Profession: Jedi Guardian

Armor/Clothes: White jedi robe with armor plating, think armored gloves, Armored boots, and armored pants

Primary Weapon(s): Green lightsaber

Secondary Weapon(s): The Force

Miscellaneous Item(s): Crystal on a chain around his neck

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Species/Race: Human

 

Name: Azhal

 

Middle Name: N/A

 

Last Name: A'qell

 

Nickname: None known

 

Gender: Female

 

Date of Birth: BTC3

 

Place of Birth: eXegen Cloning Facility, Project ACE (Advance Clone Eugenics) under

Imperial Army contract, Kaas City

 

Age: 10 (Accelerated Growth)

 

Height: 160 cm

 

Weight: 43 Kg

 

Hair Color/Style: Neck length brunette

 

Facial Appearance: Heavy scarring to the left

 

Eye Color: Hazel

 

Body Appearance: Well maintained, lithe, combat honed, low body mass

 

Home Planet: Dromund Kaas

 

Current Residence: Non-standard, secure, jungle residence approximately 4,000 Km South of Kaas City

 

Allegiance: Sith Empire

 

Profession: Intelligence Operative, Ministry of Intelligence attache to the Dark Council

 

Armor/Clothes: Reinforced synthmesh

 

Primary Weapon(s): TasCorp Magnapulse Knife Series 2

 

Secondary Weapon(s): XF-411 Rampage Blaster Rifle Mk3

 

Miscellaneous Item(s): Unknown

 

Biography:

 

Azhal (Imperial Army ordinance inventory designation ACEOpC-F25260) was cloned under contract via eXegen Corporation, Kaas City to the Imperial Army by request of the Ministry of Intelligence for the Advance Clone Eugenics Program.

 

Project ACE was hatched by the Ministry of Intelligence as a solution to a pervasive personnel shortfall brought on by the conflict with the Galactic Republic. While the Dark Council has had its grip tightly on the Imperial population's force-sensitives --and subsequent stream of new Sith-- the Ministry was left to its own devices for recruitment and training of field agents.

 

Put simply, Imperial Intelligence was not prepared for wartime intelligence gathering. Project ACE answered this gap in deployment with a core gene sequence of 18 top operatives.

 

Once the primary sequence was established the biggest hurdle was introducing enough random diversity to produce individualized clones who did not all look alike, and to do so with enough efficiency to have a viable cloning operation without disturbing the core sequence. Once this had been automated to an acceptable level the project was approved and Azhal was conceived BTC13.

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(Notice, if you are on Vrook Lamar, Jay'Van is not quite as described here yet. He still has to get to Quesh. :p)

 

Species/Race: Zabrak

Name: Jay'Van

Middle Name: N/A

Last Name: Forgot

Nickname: "The Queshian Hermit"

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: WIP

Place of Birth: WIP

Age: 29

Height: 6' 2"

Weight: 170 lbs

Hair Color/Style: Black, samurai bun

Facial Appearance: None

Eye Color: Blue

Body Appearance: Lean, muscular but not overly so. (2)

Home Planet: Iridonia

Current Residence: Quesh

Allegiance: Himself, his Astromech

Profession: Hermit, Jedi

Armor/Clothes: Light clothing, as it can get very hot in the swamps. He wears a respirator, carries a lightsaber on his belt and no shoes.

Primary Weapon(s): Yellow Lightsaber, the Force

Secondary Weapon(s): His Fists, the Astromech

Miscellaneous Item(s):

 

Biography: A Jedi Knight from Iridonia, Jay'Van was not exceptional in any specific area of the Force, but he passed his Trials and became a Jedi Knight. Even after becoming a Knight, he continued to work closely with his master, until an incident with a Pirate Vessel, deep in the Outer Rim killed her and left Jay'Van a jittery wreck. After many melodramatics, much hyperbole and the death of the last person he felt connected to, he ran away, to Quesh of all places.

 

He now lives in the Swamps of Quesh, and is known as the Queshian Hermit. He is known to go on "Imperial Hunts" with his "pet" Astromech Droid, K9-11. He is insane, but known for being incredibly hospitable, Quesh is a lonely planet after all.

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Overall, a good character. Liked the Bio and the character sheet, but I just had two real problems with it:

 

1: Heritage isn't really a big deal, but you say you are a child of Echani and Mandalorians... Which unless under very... very rare circumstances wouldn't happen. Mandalorians and Echani HATE each other. To the Mandalorians, Echani are fluffy "warrior dancers" that wield weapons "not worthy to even a Mandalorian Child." To the Echani, the Mandalorians are mindless killers and butcherers. Two very different cultures that wouldn't be so keen on mating with each other. But like I said, heritage doesn't really matter.

 

2: Your character feels like 3 twisted together. When I started reading, I was ready for a crazy Smuggler and Pirate type of attitude... Then it changed to a Mandalorian Warrior bound by Honor. Then it shifted once again to a Sith Lord type of character. It seems that you are trying to mix three awesome personas, but maybe should stick to one or two.

 

Overall, great character, just perhaps a little unfocused at times.

 

WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG! Heritage may be one of the most important things in a character. It could justify the means of they do and it forms their personality. Would the son of a nobleman be a callous murderer? Probably not. Would the daughter of a beggar be a well educated scholar? Most likely not.

 

 

The problem with being Mando and Echani, besides the huge cultural difference, is that it seems like you want to be an all powerful warrior born of two "cool" species.

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Reposting my character from the old days.

 

Biographical Information

Full Name: Arian Triem Sprax

Callsigns/Nicknames: “First Lieutenant Sprax”

Gender: Male

Age: 39 Years of Age

Born: 3,692 BBY

Species/Race/Skin Color: Human

Homeworld: Alderaan

Birthplace: Alderaan

Current Residence: Coruscant

Profession(s) & Title(s): Republic Paratrooper

Abilities/Skills: High Altitude Drops, Recon and Stealth training

Siblings: None, Arian is a single child

Spouse: Feona Sprax

Children: Benjamin Sprax

Parents: Ben Sprax and Catherine Sprax

Significant Others: Sergeant Fuchs

 

Physical Characteristics

Height: 5’ 10”

Weight: 215 Ibs.

Eye Color: Emerald

Hair Color/Style: Buzzed black hair that is about ten centimeters long.

Body Description/Condition: Physically fit and healthy muscle mass for his age and lifestyle. His skin is lightly tan from being outside but is receding to small freckles. Arian has a well-shaven beard on his weary face.

Distinguishing features: Plasma burn scar on his upper right arm and another small scar over his right eyebrow from shrapnel. A platinum ring with diamond studs on the top part of the band. (When not in uniform.)

 

Chronological and Political Information

Allegiances: Galactic Republic

Known Instructors/Commanders: Captain Jan

Known Subordinates/Apprentices: None

Squad: Ozone, Brick, Storm, and Specter.

 

Additional Information

Armor/Clothing: Arian’s Paratrooper Armor consists of a black body glove covered by white plastoid alloy plates with small antenna on his right shoulder for broader communication range. The pauldron plate (left shoulder) is painted red as well as the knee caps, right forearm, and a single stripe above the helmet’s Ŧ-shaped visor. On his utility belt is a spike launcher attachment, an aquatic breather, an ID card, a datacron, flare gun, and food/energy pellets.

Primary Weapon(s): A blaster carbine having an attachment rail with an ACOG sight on it, an adjustable stock, and it has a sling to keep the weapon close.

Secondary Weapon(s): A blaster pistol with a green laser sight. . A vibroknife, for close quarters engagement, in a sheath across his chest.

Transportation: BT-7 Thunderclap

 

Optional Statistics

Mannerisms: Usually well-behaved in terms of socializing.

Habits (smoking, drinking etc.): Sometimes enjoys liquor on special occasions.

Hobbies: Paints and sketches, his last work was that of destroyed mountain on Balmorra.

Personal Quotes: “We’ll get out of this alive, just got to dig ourselves in and hold on.”

Speech patterns: Speaks with an accent from Alderaan.

 

Personality: Arian is loyal and compassionate Human. He is friendly but doesn’t like to talk about his personal past or thoughts on things of that matter. Arian can be a bit straightforward in terms of command, not giving his fellows lies or try to mislead them. He is a true combatant and friend, not giving an inch of ground to the Imperials or Sith no matter what.

 

Biography: Arian was born on the planet Alderaan a year before the Sith Empire invaded Republic space. His parents lived in the city but they soon moved out into the country to get away from the big capital. Arian enrolled in a nearby school; there he soon became a skilled artist and writer. Spending time in his room after school and on weekends to master his craft to perfection, sometimes he would spend long hours outside to observe nature and sketch the local wildlife and environment. In later years, Arian was in a relationship in the ending of his education; him and his lover, Feona, were nearly inseparable. It was short lived however when she moved to Coruscant since the War was looming near, they remained in contact however to talk.

 

Arian’s life was turned upside down when the Empire invaded Alderaan, the attack that Malgus led; the Republic garrison was definitely recruiting to defend the planet that he called home. He was assigned to a squad but they were soon taken out after trying to evacuate the civilians, ambushed by Imperials in an alley. Arian sat by his fellow friends, vowing to take down the Empire any way possible. Soon a Sith Marauder discovered him, the man was so consumed on killing Arian that a piece of burning building fell directly on top of him. Before being crushed though, his lightsaber came down on Arian’s arm, peeling the top layers of muscle from his shoulder to his elbow.

 

Wounded, but not defeated. Arian went to his parent’s house, the building was on fire and two corpses were at the doorway with blaster bolts all over the house. There he met Sergeant Fuchs, a scout from the Republi; taking care of Arian’s wound, they set out to find command. Trekking for days and later joined a platoon of Republic Troops fighting back the Imperials who were leaving the capital. Once the last battle was over, losing nearly half their men, Captain Jan, who would later be Arian’s company officer, fired a flare to signal the Republic ships in orbit.

 

Arian was never the same really, something had snapped but it wasn’t identified. Doctors and therapists treated him but they never did help. Arian went back to Coruscant to rekindle his old and only love. After a couple weeks of being together, Arian proposed to Feona. With the luck of her saying yes, they had the wedding in a garden outside a luxurious hotel. After their honeymoon though, Arian was transferred to another squad, one he could work with, and serving the Republic when they need him.

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wip

 

Species/Race: Sith Pureblood

Name: Asha

Middle Name: Dou

Last Name: Qathari

Nickname: rolle

Gender: F

Date of Birth: Known only to her

Place of Birth: Dromund Kass

Age: ?

Height: 170 cm.

Weight: 61 kg.

Hair Color/Style: Red, sharp bangs, a tendril of hair in braids on each side of her face, the rest gathered into a loose [Elizabeth I-like] double pompadour at the back of her head

Facial Appearance: Eyebrow ridges, no tendrils, no bone spurs, noticeable tan lines around her eyes indicates a fondness for podracing, often wears yellow makeup

Eye Color: Yellow

Body Appearance: Has a female muscle fetish and the somewhat discomfiting physique of a female bodybuilder (but without the steroid use [or whatever they're called here, stims idgaf]). 0.7 waist-hip ratio okay.

Home Planet: Dromund Kass

Current Residence: Has taken permanent residence on her Fury ship, which she has named the Cobalt Swordfish and entirely painted the corresponding color

Allegiance: Sith Empire [Light V]

Profession: Sith Sorcerer

Source of income: Imperial taxation, extortion, slicing, diplomacy, investigation

Armor/Clothes: Varies. Fond of pants.

Primary Weapon(s): Lightsaber

Secondary Weapon(s): Focus

Miscellaneous Item(s): Cannot live without her Imperial Dancer's Shoes

 

Biography

 

Born into the Grotthu class of the Sith many years ago, she finally gained access to the Sith Academy through its "lowered standards" after the Great Hyperspace War. Because of her slave background, R____ regards Imperial society with cynicism and is skeptical of its workings and sustainability. However, she is angry, much too angry to find her way to the Light side of the force. While born into an overwhelmingly militaristic culture, she easily wearies of the constant emphasis on war and and believes it to be a stupid and pointless waste of the Empire's resources, and instead truly believes that finding the best Force users and elevating them to the pinnacle of Imperial society should be the priority of the Empire. She believes that Force users are the next evolutionary step for many species.

 

In her dealings with people, she secretly has a soft heart -- being that she is more than inclined to spare people who a) grovel for their lives, b) have something she can turn to her advantage, or c) will owe her a favor -- and she feels no particular need to prove herself by killing. However, her soft heart is easily stricken and she will deal with people the she thinks have crossed or tried to kill her with extreme force.

 

 

Upon her ascension to the Dark Council, her convictions that Force users are the inevitable elite of society have grown even stronger and she has grown impatient with non-Force-sensitive seeing them now as less than nothing and somewhat of a burden. She barely has a respect for the military organization of Imperial society and sees them as little more than the slaves she rose from. (This of course, has created the quietest of murmurs among the most lowly and never said in her hearing that she is a "sellout". See "Beliefs" spoiler for her resolutions towards the lowborn in Imperial society.)

 

She is also working to create legal battle royales for the Force-sensitive in Korriban in which contestants can compete with each other to the death in order to separate out the cream of the crop to rule, rather than the unorganized and backstabbing bloodshed which usually precedes a Sith's rise to power. This is unlikely to be successful.

 

 

Beliefs

 

According to her, the only duty of a Sith is to strengthen their connection to the Force, and should the Sith give up their ideals of revenge against the Jedi and withdraw into seclusion, she would be more than happy...but that is not the way of those who draw their power from anger. They must conquer and defeat in order to prove their strength. She is now also quite the Jedi killer and despises weakness. She believes in numbers, that the more Force-users there are in Imperial society, the better a chance they have to battle the Jedi.

 

 

Paradoxically, even though she has little patience or use for non-Force-sensitive anymore, she would actually respect them as Force-users. As a result, since becoming a Darth she has now started to sponsor a secret research project to discover how the non-Force-sensitive can be freed of their chains.

 

 

She believes in the Unifying Force.

 

Personality

 

Were she to be lumped in with others of her slave background, she could be described as "meek" and "quiet". Years of being forced to swallow her anger for survival as a slave have taught her how to keep silent. Yet underneath she burns with anger and she does literally "seethe" as a Sith Sorcerer. Upon her acceptance into the Academy, she has somewhat let her new power and freedom go to her head -- unused to communicating clearly, she often explodes in anger.

 

She has a fascination with beauty and youth.

 

Likes

 

Speaking out, moral ambiguity, looking out for #1, explanations

 

Dislikes

 

Disrespect, lack of foresight, wasting advantages

 

Heroes

 

Darth Revan

 

Ideological descendants

 

Darth Plagueis

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I'd like to throw my hat in this ring but I'd like a little clarification on the dates, among other things. I haven't really been that big on Star Wars so a lot of this is a bit beyond me. I'm still surfing the net for valuable intel and I would really appreciate and advice you guys could provide.
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WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG! Heritage may be one of the most important things in a character. It could justify the means of they do and it forms their personality. Would the son of a nobleman be a callous murderer? Probably not. Would the daughter of a beggar be a well educated scholar? Most likely not.

 

 

The problem with being Mando and Echani, besides the huge cultural difference, is that it seems like you want to be an all powerful warrior born of two "cool" species.

 

Kind of what I said. But I tried to be a little delicate with it. These are people's character and they can overall do what they want with them. If you go in being this self-rightous person who calls their character terrible, they won't learn or improve their character.

 

Overall, hers was very good. Minor tweaking could make it better though.

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Species/Race: Human-Ish.

 

Name: -Not public-

 

Middle Name: -Not public-

 

Last Name: -Not public-

 

Nickname: Fame, Business.

 

Gender: Male.

 

Date of Birth: 28 BTC

 

Place of Birth: -Not public-

 

Age: 30

 

Height: 5.9 cm

 

Weight: 155 kg

 

Hair Color/Style: A dark brown with a minor hint of gray, often left in short Dreads around his head.

 

Facial Appearance: Simple and distinctly Mongolian. With a slender and unbroken nose. No freckles or wrinkles.

 

Eye Color: Dark green

 

Body Appearance: Athletic, though a bit slim.

 

Home Planet: -Not public-

 

Current Residence: Kaas City.

 

Allegiance: Himself, and those he believes worth knowing.

 

Profession: 'Professional business man.'-His own words.

 

Armor/Clothes: Often seen in a simple white shirt and purple silk vest, Waring a pair of black pants. -When in Combat- A Tan trenchcoat with a simple Durasteel chestpiece.

 

Primary Weapon(s): A long barreled, -Bolt- Action, Blaster rifle. Capable of putting a round out accurately at well over half a mile. Capable of being broken down in a minute and reassembled in two. The pieces of which are carried around in his case. Whit the press of a button said weapon can be detonated with enough explosives to kill a rancor. Or say he says.

 

Secondary Weapon(s): A blaster fire proof suitcase, two simple Blaster pistols -Also implanted with explosives-, several charges used for the defeat of larger targets, a pair of advanced military grade goggles, Heat vision, night vision.

 

Miscellaneous Item(s): A simple and gray facemask with openings only on his eyes. Almost always as a pack of ((Star wars age)) Cigarettes on him, lighter included. A flask of simple alcohol and a flask of fuel. Communicator.

 

Biography:-Must be learned IC-

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Species/Race: Human

Name: Barbosoo

Middle Name: Ucho

Last Name: Colb

Nickname: N/A

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: Around start of the destruction of Taris and the invasion of Corellia

Place of Birth: Corellia

Age: 39

Height: 6ft 3in

Weight:

Hair Color/Style: Blond

Facial Appearance: Various scars on the forehead

Eye Color: Blue

Body Appearance: Upper muscle build, very strong in legs

Home Planet: Corellia

Current Residence: Various outposts in campagins across the galaxy

Allegiance: Republic

Profession: Red Beret paratrooper, shock and rescue unit

Armor/Clothes: http://www.swtor-fever.com/wp-content/gallery/republic-trooper-armor/trooperarmor3.jpg

Primary Weapon(s): Heavy assualt rifle

Secondary Weapon(s): duo blaster pistols

Miscellaneous Item(s): ship, speeder

 

Biography: Barbosoo was born into a merchant clan that traveled around corellia. He learned how to use blasters and speeders from what his family's store sold. Soon during the May riots he was soon recurited by the restance and trained.

 

He was finally put into a divison that would combat vechiles and supply convoys without harming the goods. Later that year he was put into the great battle at Crystal Caverna where his brother was also fighting at except on the republic side. When Barbosoo and his men were setting mines he saw his brother on a roof top sniping on their right flank.

 

 

After they were caught in a heavy cross-fire from half-tracks and tanks. After the battle Barbosoo's troop carrier got hit by a RPG and he choose that time to escape. later he made his way back to republic lines and joined the republic military.

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Species/Race: Zabrak

 

Name: Kel'Tek

 

Middle Name: -Unknown-

 

Last Name:-Unknown-

 

Nickname: The Falorn, Traitor, Exiled fool.

 

Gender: Male.

 

Date of Birth:-Unknown-

 

Place of Birth: A hoth research station.

 

Age: Mid to late thirties.

 

Height: 5.8

 

Weight: 155 lb

 

Hair Color/Style: A set of five horns that run along the upper part of his forehead, his hair around the back of his head, a dark brown, cut short.

 

Facial Appearance:A narrow face with a thin and slightly pointed chin, Traditional tattoos as well.

Eye Color: Orange.

 

Body Appearance: Slim but fit and well muscled, despite poor living conditions.

 

Home Planet: -Coruscant.-

 

Current Residence: -None-

 

Allegiance: 'Those who need it, and deserve it.'-His own words.-

Profession:Ex-Jedi Master, Ex-Slave, Current freelance force user.

 

Armor/Clothes: An old and rather matted set of robes, Patched and torn in places.

 

Primary Weapon(s):An old and worn lightsaber, Color Green, Type-Single bladed. The hilt is long and extended to the point ware it doubles as a cane.

 

Secondary Weapon(s): A single blaster pistol of High quality, Still worn from use however.

 

Miscellaneous Item(s): A comm Set, Blindfold, Canteen, Slightly out of date star map, a small diary, and lastly, A small pipe, used for smoking.

Biography: -Must be found out IC, Server=Lord Adraas.-

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Full Name: Vakama [Does not possess a last name.]

Aliases: “Draka”

Callsigns/Nicknames: “Web Weaver”

Gender: Male

Age: 40 BTC

Born: 3,693 BBY

Species/Race/Skin Color: Rattataki, Chalk white

Homeworld: Rattatak

Birthplace: Rattatak

Current Residence: Imperial Controlled Space

Profession(s) & Title(s): Sith Inquisitor

Abilities/Skills: Force Lightning: Shock Technique, Force Meld, Dun Moch, Makashi

Siblings: Nakama

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: Rattataki Assassins [unknown whereabouts]

Significant Others: None

 

Physical Characteristics

Height: 6” 2’

Weight: 175 Ibs.

Eye Color: Silver

Hair Color/Style: Bald

Body Description/Condition: Slender, tall statured and cunning would best fit

Distinguishing features: Stripe tattoos on temples that go along the side of the skull along with symmetrical stripes at the corners of his mouth

 

Chronological and Political Information

Allegiances: Sith Empire, Dark Council, Imperial Intelligence

Known Instructors/Commanders: Orokai Savex

Known Subordinates/Apprentices: Cava Diq, Jenna Smith

Partners/Sidekicks: None

 

Additional Information

Armor/Clothing: Elegant long robes with yellow intricate trimming on collar, cuffs, and edges, a belt with a buckle that is the symbol of a web, an emerald-colored crystal amulet hanging on a gold chain on his neck

Primary Weapon(s): A dark violet lightsaber with the hilt of a hollowed out Terentatek tooth.

Secondary Weapon(s): Has a scroll on his belt for malevolent purposes in sorcery.

Transportation: Fury-Class Imperial Interceptor

 

Optional Statistics

Habits (smoking, drinking etc.): Occasionally indulged luxurious wine.

Hobbies: Reads thick books and scrolls aboard his ship.

Personal Quotes: “What do you see, Vakama?” “Hope.” Vakama replied to a tutor when showed a lesson on the Great Schism.

Speech patterns: Slightly drags out the S’s in words, able to translate Mando’a, Huttese, Wookiee, Binary, and Twi’leki.

Weaknesses: Curious to know everything, unconfident when leading forces at times.

 

Personality:

Has calm, soothing way of moving. Intelligent and cautious at times when other Sith are present. Possesses leadership at times but does not know if he is worth the position or is unsure on what to do. He is indecisive most of the time, leading him to decisions that most Sith wouldn’t have chosen. Courageous and valiant, Vakama will do what is necessary believing the ends justify the means.

 

Biography:

Given to wet-nurse at birth by his parents who left in a great hurry; Vakama was brought up with a difficult life at such an early age alongside his sister. With fights everywhere on the planet of Rattatak, Vakama had to learn how to use his mind to avoid getting killed. He was a thief, a choice that wasn’t his to make but it provided him food and clothing. Around the age of ten, the Sith Empire had returned to the galaxy. Vakama had heard stories about them from an old bard who lived near him. When the Empire came to take over the planet, Vakama thought he might be able to get away from all the terrible fighting; so he joined and later found out that it is not what he expected.

 

They took him as a slave, taken away from his sibling, to work hard on the desert planet of Korriban. Day in and day out, it was terrible work. The supervisors were cruel and often punished him for no reason. Staying smart left him alive among the workers. This went on for a year until a blood test was to be had for the ranks of the Empire needed to be bolstered to fight the Republic. Two of the supervisors threw Vakama into the Academy to see if he was worthy of being trained.

 

A simple test, a free-for-all fight between three of the slaves brought in. The last one would be taken to be trained. Three weapons, one for each; the first one chose a vibroblade, the second chose a staff, and Vakama chose a dagger. The one with the staff went down quickly by the one with a sword; she seemed to have never fought before. It left Vakama and the other slave, both circled around trying to see the others weakness. Vakama had more patience though and as soon as the slave charged; he dodged the sword barely. The Rattataki then locked blades with the slave, Vakama’s dagger was cut through which led to his opponent falling, back exposed.

 

With the test completed, Vakama was put into the classes of the Sith Academy. The days were long and full of fighting. Vakama spent most of the time reading though, taking advantage of the literature there. His education was great before but it soon grew as well as his curiosity. Orokai Savex, a Sith Pureblood teacher, taught him how to use his patience over the hot-headed acolytes. This proved useful to his survival through all the years of training. He never was accepted by a Sith which led to greater reward in Vakama’s perspective. He wasn’t on a leash nor had to obey anyone but his superiors. He went through books, tomes, scrolls, even dipped into a holocron which showed him abilities of lightning. This all strengthened his survival and skills. The War was becoming more heated and led to more acolytes being chosen by experienced warriors who took out much competition on the planet.

 

When a rumor of a holocron that was located in a cave reached the Rattataki’s ear, he set out to gain more knowledge to bolster his power. This was a trick though; a seed to poison young minds into getting themselves killed and make room for the strongest. A Terentatek stirred there, no holocron, no type of container, just bones. This monster proved to be a great challenge, with just a standard lightsaber and his Shock technique, long battle took forth. The beast swung and roared while Vakama dodged and taunted the monster. It finally grew too angry; it charged and ran into a wall with his prey behind him. Vakama’s plan worked, the Terentatek went into a stupor of rage and was blinded. Vakama went on the beasts back and with a moment of truth. Allowed his power to go through his arm and his lightsaber, a downward thrust into the brain in front of the sharp spines ended. Vakama pulled a tooth out of the massive mouth and returned to the Academy with an upset mind.

 

Vakama soon rose out of the dirt of Korriban and worked as a spy for Imperial Intelligence. The Rattataki took on missions of gathering information, plans, and sometimes even to steal a holocron. Vakama met many interesting individuals and made friends on planets, even went as far as learning their native language there. Seeing both sides of the War, Vakama soon began to show mercy to captives when prying for intelligence. He was soon called the “Web Weaver” by some in the Republic; this name was very odd the Rattataki but it stuck. Vakama called himself “Draka” in hopes to suppress the other nickname.

 

Long years passed, he took two acolytes at once in hopes they would serve useful to him. Serving as decoys or distractions in his missions which in turn, helped them gain greater experience. They both prospered from his teachings but grew arrogant of their abilities. The two bragged of their skills to others to cause intimidation. This only led to their downfall, the apprentices both were powerful indeed but they could not defeat an experienced Sith after boasting a story one too many. Vakama didn’t take revenge on them, only pitied them. He continued his missions now without any distractions and visited friends in systems after the Treaty of Coruscant to perhaps gain information on any secret doings. Many experiences followed soon after.

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Full Name: Grundie, -No Known last name.-

Aliases: -None.-

Callsigns/Nicknames: “Old Red.”

Gender: Male

Age: 43 BTC

Born: 3,690 BBY

Species/Race/Skin Color: Sith Pureblood, Dark maroon.

Homeworld: None.

Birthplace: Born on a ship orbiting Korriban.

Current Residence: No ware, Nomad.

Profession(s) & Title(s): Philosopher, Sith Historian, Force Monk.

Abilities/Skills: Force Lightning: Unarmed Force combat, Single Blade Combat Style, Duel Bladed lightsaber Style.

Siblings: No known Siblings.

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: A father and a mother, Both Sith, Unnamed.

Significant Others: None.

Physical Characteristics

Height: 5” 9’

Weight: 175 Ibs.

Eye Color: Pale Orange.

Hair Color/Style: Dreadlocks put into a small bun.

Body Description/Condition: Stalwart and in physical perfection.

Distinguishing features: The common Face spines of Sith, And a small Tattoo in the center of his lower back, A simple tribal Design.

Chronological and Political Information

Allegiances: The sith race.

Known Instructors/Commanders: His father, A sith by the name of Xanaxa.

Known Subordinates/Apprentices: None that are public.

Partners/Sidekicks: None that are public.

 

Additional Information

Armor/Clothing: An open chested set of white robes, Covering his arms and back loosely, Often strands of then Cloth are used to hold them down at his Wrists, this more stands across his bare chest. He wares simple and loose fitting pants with simple sandals, Over them a the old open white robe covers down to his ankles, tied at the waist.

Primary Weapon(s): His hands, A lightsaber Proof metal Staff.-Does Exist lore wise.-

Secondary Weapon(s): Whatever he happens to get his hands on,

Transportation: Fury-Class Imperial Interceptor

Optional Statistics

Habits (smoking, drinking etc.): When overly stressed he will often use a pipe to smoke a harmless tabbaco.

Hobbies: Meditation, Reading, an obsession with the History of the Sith race.

Personal Quotes: " And you would dare call yourself a Sith? Your -Order- Has killed my race and stolen our Identity, But you would -Dare- ask that I address you as Sith?'*Whispered to a sith lord who did not reply.*

Speech patterns: No accent.

Weaknesses: Is not as young as he used to be, and his force style requires an immense amount of work, often tiring and having to rest during battle.

Personality: Old, worn, But oddly social. Known to making clam conversation and pleasant advise, he enjoys the company of others. However he is vary sensitive of the subject of the Sith order and it's relation to the Sith race, as He blames them for leading his race to its ruin. He has a distinct love for cultures of all kinds. Despite his race and advance fighting style, he is often attempts to be neutral, though rarely in this day and age does he have the option.

Biography: Little is known about the past of this independent Sith force user.-Aka, Learn IC.*Sticks tongue out.*-

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Preliminary character sketch, will return to flesh out with more info.

 

Species/Race: sith pureblood

Name: golle

Middle Name:

Last Name:

Nickname:

Gender: F

Date of Birth:

Place of Birth: Dromund Kass

Age: ?

Height: 170 cm.

Weight: 61 kg.

Hair Color/Style:

Facial Appearance:

Eye Color:

Body Appearance: Has a female muscle fetish and the somewhat discomfiting physique of a female bodybuilder (but without the steroid use [or whatever they're called here, stims idgaf]). 0.7 waist-hip ratio okay.

Home Planet: Dromund Kass

Current Residence:

Allegiance: Sith Empire

Profession: Sith Juggernaut

Source of income:

Armor/Clothes:

Primary Weapon(s):

Secondary Weapon(s):

Miscellaneous Item(s):

 

Much more ruthless than her sister, R, G was raised by an unremarkable middle-class Imperial family on Dromund Kass and sent to the Academy on Korriban for training when discovered to be a Force-sensitive.

 

She is utterly practical and has no qualms about a quick and permanent solution to anyone who stands in her way. She does not tolerate disrespect of any kind and shows no mercy to those who have insulted or offended her.

 

Of late, she has been more motivated by the concept of "honor", as she sees that the Force-using caste of the Sith Empire is doomed to cannibalize itself through its endless machinations and secret plots. She sees that without open challenges and grabs for power in broad daylight, a magocratic class without some open rule of sanctioning for its intrigues is likely to destroy itself.

 

While R was concerned with the spiritual/sorcerous applications of the Force, L is more concerned with upholding the institution of Sith power and enforcing its total domination amongst other citizens of the Empire and the galaxy at large.

 

Along her ascendancy to power, she realized that she was in much more need of friends than servants and has since released and befriended Vette.

 

Likes

 

Loyalty, obedience

 

Dislikes

 

People getting in her way, disrespect

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  • Species/Race: Human, whight
  • Name: Labern
  • Middle Name:
  • Last Name: Sortakai
  • Nickname: Lab
  • Gender: Male
  • Date of Birth:
  • Place of Birth: Dromund kass
  • Age: 23
  • Height: 5'3
  • Weight: Skinney
  • Hair Color/Style: Dark brown
  • Facial Appearance:
  • Eye Color: Yellow. ( sith corruption)
  • Body Appearance: Skinney and tallish
  • Home Planet: Drommund kass
  • Current Residence: Kass city
  • Allegiance: Dedicated and loyal imperial
  • Profession: Sith inteligance
  • Armor/Clothes: Imperial officer uniform
  • Primary Weapon(s): Sniper rifle
  • Secondary Weapon(s): Blaster pistol
  • Miscellaneous Item(s): Datapad

 

Biography: Lab is a highly inteligent officer. He loves to learn and is extreamly logical. Also, ever since the republic killed his parrents, he extreamly hateful to the republic.

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Species/Race: Human

Name: Bruno

Middle Name: Henry

Last Name: Shaffer

Nickname: Lazy-Eye

Gender: Male

Date of Birth:

Place of Birth:

Age: 31

Height:

Weight:

Hair Color/Style: Brown and well-kept, has a bit of a formal touch to it.

Facial Appearance: Big brown beard that goes up to his ears, he has a Mandalorian Dragon tatoo on the side of his head, despite not being a Mandalorian.

Eye Color: Yellow

Body Appearance: Corpulent, a lot of fat everywhere, especially on the lower body.

Home Planet: Ord Mantell

Current Residence: Tatooine

Allegiance: Himself

Profession: Gladiator Ring Owner

Armor/Clothes: Grey, red, black and purple robes and usually a facemask to keep his face hidden.

Primary Weapon(s): Self Defense Blaster

Secondary Weapon(s): Vibroknife in his right boot

Miscellaneous Item(s): Shock Collar Activator

 

Biography: Maybe I will put this in later.

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