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[cocopants]

oooh. I should do this. Edited February 28, 2012 by cocopants

[cocopants]

Species/Race: Sith Pureblood

 

Name: Amiri

 

Middle Name: Files unknown.

 

Last Name: Krade

 

Nickname: None. She does not take nicknames. She stabs people if they give her nicknames.

 

Gender: Female

 

Date of Birth: Files unknown.

 

Place of Birth: Files unknown. Possible location: Dromund Kaas?

 

Age: 31

 

Height: 5'9

 

Weight: Files unknown.

 

Hair Color/Style: Short, jaw-length, curving around her face, pitch black, has a few strands tied at the front with a leather band, and in the back.

 

Facial Appearance: The darkness she holds has twisted her into something more than a Pureblood -- once crimson-red skin turned into pure white. Her bone spurs are on her jaw, two on either side being long, and the ones beside them shorter - along with the same long spikes above her eyes where eyebrows would originally be.

 

Eye Color: Blood-red.

 

Body Appearance: Body type 4. Exactly body type 4. Not thinner or heavier.

 

Home Planet: Dromund Kaas

 

Current Location: Her ship, docked in the orbital station of Voss.

 

Allegiance: The Empire. Very, very, VERY the Empire. That's why Quinn loves her so much.

 

Profession: Your Local Killer/Sith Lord

 

Armor/Clothes: A hooded trenchcoat and otherwise black and grey plated armor.

 

Primary Weapon(s): An orange lightsaber.

 

Secondary Weapon(s): Nothing- - she uses her lightsaber only.

 

Miscellaneous Item(s): A silver locket she always hides under her armor. Only Quinn knows what's inside of it, and he's never told anyone.

[Darth_Haos]

Species: Sith Pure Blood

First Name: Kaled (Darth Haos)

Middle Name: Orcan

Last Name: Ragnos

Gender: Male

Age: 33

Height: 259 cm / 8'5

Weight: 250 lbs

Place of Birth: Korriban Wilds

Home Planet: Korriban

Current Residence: Sith Academy / The Exterminator (Imperial Capital Ship)

Hair Colour/Style: Solid black, slick and brushed up to cover the scars on his face.

Eye Colour: Red

Skin Colour: Red

Body Appearance: Tall, muscualar, Athletic

Allegiance: The Sith Empire

Profession: Sith Lord

Clothing/Armour: Dark red robes and helmet, (Similar to that of an Honour Guard.) with a black chestplate underneath.

Primary Weapon: Customary red Sith lightsaber.

Miscellaneous Items: Hendecahedron Holocron. (11 sided prism)

Biography: It's a lot easier to ask me in person about what my characters like on The Ebon Hawk than to write about it here.

Edited March 1, 2012 by Darth_Haos

[Sibbechai]

Species/Race: Twi'lek

Name: Jel'nusseen

Middle Name:

Last Name:

Nickname: Jel

Gender: Female

Date of Birth:

Place of Birth: Ryloth

Age:

Height: 5'5"

Weight:

Hair Color/Style:

Facial Appearance:

Eye Color: Purple before sith corruption, now blood red

Body Appearance: Petite. Light blue hued skin with black markings along her lekku and face.

Home Planet:

Current Residence: Aboard her Fury Class Space Ship the 'Mayhem'

Allegiance: Sith Empire

Profession: Sith Inquisitor, Sorcerer

Armor/Clothes:

Primary Weapon(s): Single light saber with a silver blade

Secondary Weapon(s):

Miscellaneous Item(s):

 

Biography:

 

More to be added once I get home from work

[Sartanis]

Species/Race: Sith Pureblood

 

Name: Darth/Lord Archonus

 

Middle Name: Unknown

 

Last Name: Uknown

 

Nickname: Has a variety of titles among the millitary, though none are used to his face for good reason. One of them is "the Shadow".

 

Gender: Male

 

Date of Birth: Unknown

 

Place of Birth: Uknown

 

Age: Apparent age is mid 30's

 

Height: 6'7''

 

Weight: IDK

 

Hair Color/Style: Unknown

 

Facial Appearance: Archonus's face is hidden by a fearsome mask akin to Darth Nihilus'; a pointed, skull-like visage that has never been seen under except by one person.

 

Eye Color: Unknown

 

Body Appearance: Archonus is very tall, but with a light build and a kind of sickly thinness. However, many have underestimated his combat prowess because of his thin frame and havenot lived to tell of it.

 

Current Residence: Dormuund Kas

 

Allegiance: The Empire, Himself

 

Armor/Clothes: Archonus is shrouded in long, black robes with ornate pauldrons and voluminous sleeves. Underneath is a complex set of ribbed armour and a long tunic under an ornate belt. His face is hidden by a skull-like mask (see above).

 

Primary Weapon(s): As a Sith Sorcerer, Archconus uses the Dark Side as his greatest and most potent weapon. He excels at manipulating the life forces of other beings, as well as conjuring Force Lightning with practiced skill.

 

Secondary Weapon(s): An ornate, curved lightsaber (like the one on the Holonet) with a red blade that he rarely, if ever, needs to use.

 

Miscellaneous Item(s): A triangular holocron hanging from his belt and on his person at all times. No one knows what information it holds. All attempts to retrieve it have failed. Miserably.

 

Personality: Archonus is cold, calculating, and secretive. He is an expert in working behid the scenes, often plotting ingenious schemes to crush his enemies from the inside. Few understand his goals and modus operandi, but are wise enough to follow the orders he gives them without asking why. His enigmatic nature has earned him the nickname "the Shadow" amongst the Empire. He displays a very apparent hatred for the Republic, as well as a thirst for knowledge on how to gain immortality.

 

Biography: Little is known about Darth Archonus's past. For all intents and purposes, he just appeared on Dromund Kaas and ascended with surprising efficiency through the ranks of the Empire. Many of his strategies have resulted in the capture of Republic planets, and he even had a hand in the Sacking of Coruscant.

 

Heres what I got so far. I may flesh out the Bio later.

Edited March 6, 2012 by Sartanis

[SimplyKupo]

===FINALLY COMPLETE!!!===

(for now)

 

Full Name: Xygnalia (pronounced Zig-nah-lee-uh) Kupohvi

Callsigns/Nicknames: Xygna, Xy (Zee,) Ziggy, Kupo

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Height: 5'7" / 170cm

Weight: 135 lbs / 61kg

Eye Color: Red

Hair Color: Blonde

Skin Color: Dark Green

Species: Mirialan

Birthplace: Mirial

Current Residence: BT-7 Thunderclap and a rarely used apartment on Nar Shadda

Allegiance: Galactic Republic

Profession/Rank/Title: Commando/Corporal/Rider of the Maelstrom/Centurion

Weapons: Assault Cannon (primary,) Blaster pistol (secondary)

Armor/Gear: Heavy - Patrol Set

 

Personality: Xygna is tough and sarcastic. She enjoys dancing, strong drinks and the occasional cantina brawl. She believes strongly in what the Republic stands for but respects some of the Imperial principles as well. Xygna despises those that discard their beliefs for personal gain. When necessary, she will play the social games required to accomplish her mission, occasionally bending the rules so long as it benefits others.

 

Biography: Born on Mirial, she was put into training at a young age. Her father, Wistre, is a kind and generous trader. Cheanne is more reserved and intelligent, working as an instructor within a Mirialan academy. Geillam, the first born child, died at the age of 10 during his early training when Xy was 4. Tovid died serving in the Republic forces at the age of 22 when Xy was 18, which prompted her enlistment. She excelled in much of the traditional training which allowed for her to achieve several facial tattoos in a relatively short time. Joining the Galactic Republic military furthered her skills and, with her upbringing, she quickly became a member of special forces. During her time in the service she has met a few romantic interests but hasn't acted on any of them for various reasons.

 

She spent much of her early years training with Raulom, her childhood friend and daring but loyal sweetheart. His twin brother Ruelen, however, was reckless and domineering. Xygna immediately befriended Raulom, tempering his impulsiveness with her quick thinking while her active personality fed his need for adventure. Ruelen mostly followed his own "superior" agenda during these childhood exploits. Many thought Xygna and Raulom would wed but there was one striking difference in their opinions that eventually caused them to part ways. Shortly after, Raulom chose to join the Imperial forces with his brother. Despite loving each other deeply, neither was willing to compromise their ideals. They parted with mutual respect of the strength it takes to fight for what you believe.

 

Compilation Picture of Raulom, Ruelen, Xygna and her parents.

Edited May 4, 2012 by SimplyKupo

[bebedelette]

bloo bloo bloo in progress etc

 

I'm a fan of giving people what they want.

 

Wrong place, wrong time, right lady.

 

Species/Race: Zabrak

Name: colle

Middle Name:

Last Name:

Nickname:

Gender: F

Date of Birth:

Place of Birth: Corellia

Age:

Height: 170 cm.

Weight: 61 kg.

Hair Color/Style: White, styled like so http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/97/Livewire.png/120px-Livewire.png

Facial Appearance: Wide chin, clear eyes, strong square almost mannish jawline, rosy cheeks, very pale. Eschews makeup. Gave in to peer pressure and got a tattoo oop. 5 horns on forehead decorated by a small gold chain.

Eye Color: Blue

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: Nar Shaddaa

Current Residence: Aboard her XS Freighter named the Spike Valentine

Allegiance: Hutt Cartel

Profession: Mercenary

Source of income:

Armor/Clothes: Leatheris bomber jacket

Primary Weapon(s): Blaster pistol

Secondary Weapon(s): Scattergun

Miscellaneous Item(s): Never seen anywhere without her slavish and anxious ship droid

 

A down-and-out lounge singer-turned-merc, the the cynical and capricious C___ has always had a taste for the finer things in life. Her natural habitat is decadently lounging in a smoky cantina puffing on a spice hookah.

 

Born on Corellia, she had always had an eccentric fascination and admiration for the hedonism of the Hutts, even going so far as to proclaim them cute ("They look like vine kittens!"). They know how to live! she would think whenver she saw holofilms of them on the news and the racier holodramas. And so when she left home with dreams of pursuing a musical career, she quite naturally gravitated to Nar Shaddaa, finding work in its nightspots and cantinas. But work as a musician is hard to come by, especially during a war and so she eventually drifted into the unlikely field of mercenary work to make ends meet.

 

While struggling as to find work as a lounge singer, she made herself useful to local small-time Hutt gangs as a courier, sometimes falling back on her "charms" when all else failed, but eventually rising to become a trusted freelancer often found on the other end of their holocall frequency. Sharing many of their values and goals, the skeptical Hutts eventually learned to trust (as much as they could) her. What separates her from other mercs is her natural affinity for Hutt mores and values.

 

As cynical as it gets when it comes to politics and the various factions maneuvering for power in the galaxy, she is proud to be an ally of the Hutt Cartels, rather arrogantly thinking she can afford to stand above the Republic/Empire fray. True, much of her business comes from the Republic, but she tells herself that business is business and sneers at mercs who would ideologically ally themselves with them.

 

Of late though, she has run into some trouble. One of her biggest employers and contacts, Ziere Bolba Jica was ousted in a bloody power play among crime lords and has now taken up refuge on her ship. Not only does she find herself giving him sanctuary on her ship against her will, she also finds herself wanted as one of his most renowned associates...

 

Likes

 

Tatooine blues, yerk, credits, loyalty, provoking people for reactions, verbal sparring with Risha, feminism

 

Dislikes

 

Taking sides, lasting consequences, having her time wasted, ****-wail, lift-tube music

 

Proudest moment

 

Selling Corso Riggs and Guss Tuno into slavery.

 

Advantages

 

Natural rapport with Hutts, sense of diplomacy/tact/charm

 

Disadvantages

 

Slight spice addiction, racist against Twi'leks

 

Associates

 

Bax Modda the Nautolan: A charming merc who has a talent for showing up in unexpected places, and who she has more than a passing interest in...

 

Ziere Bolba Jica the Hutt: A fugitive crimelord who takes up space and food supplies on her ship but who occassionally makes himself useful by passing along lucrative leads as well.

 

Liss the Trandoshan: A devout Trandoshan, good to have as a partner.

 

(Later similar artists:

 

Rappertunie, Far Cry)

Edited March 22, 2013 by bebedelette

[bebedelette]

wip

 

It's not that I'm a bad guy, it's just that I'm better than you all.

 

Species/Race: Miraluka

Name: lolle

Middle Name:

Last Name:

Nickname: "The Force Insensitive"

Gender: F

Date of Birth:

Place of Birth:

Age: 25+

Height: Average

Weight: (See Body Appearance)

Hair Color/Style: White mohawk

Facial Appearance: Olive skin. Scarred in a criss-cross pattern down right cheek and neck. Paints on fuchsia makeup with a lipslit. Freckled. Sharp chin.

Eye Color: No eyes. Covered by a blindfold of soft leather rags.

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:

Current Residence: Wherever her Defender is docked

Allegiance: The Force

Profession: Slicer, merc

Armor/Clothes: Dislikes robes and Jedi loose breeches

Primary Weapon(s): Lightsaber

Secondary Weapon(s): Focus

Miscellaneous Item(s):

 

Biography:

 

A spoiled rich party girl who grew up in a consequence-free environment, Sheila was inducted into the Jedi Academy when she was discovered to be Force-sensitive. With a blithe lack of regard for the feelings of others, Blithely uncaring of the effects her actions have on others, she cares little for politics and the responsibilities of a Jedi and were it not for her natural talents in proving herself, she would have been summarily kicked out -- although they are much more undeveloped than they could be as she is not particularly interested in hard work either.

enjoys saying things just to get a reaction

She's not a bad person, but she just doesn't care about others. Arrogant and nonchalant, taking it as unquestioned her value over others, she cares little for the feelings and opinions of others and will blithely speak her mind. Unchecked impulses amuse her.

 

a spoiled obscenely rich party girl who grew up in a consequence-free encironment, lolly ide always got what she wanted, and when she was inducted into the jedi academy after being discovered to have above-average force sensitive powrers, little changed. it's not that she's evil, but she doesn't take no for an answer.

 

has a difficult time taking anything seriously, including her jedi career.

 

make no mistake however, growing up rich didn't mean she turned out shallow, vapid, or stupid. she

 

with little heed for consequences, shayna jeddis

grew up in a large family with a priveleged luxurious upbrining but was inducted into the jedi academy when she was discovered to be a force-sensitive.

 

lazily nonchalant about her training and not one for responsibility, she would have been summarily kicked out were she not able to skate by on the talent she had, rather than the talent she could have had if she'd trained harder.

 

make no mistake though, her high-class upbringing did not instill her in a taste for cultivated tact. true to her childhood, she can be rather impatient sometimes, thinking that her force powers make her a natural aristocrat and that other subhumans are beneath her.

 

her arrogance might seemingly make her intolerable but most of her compatriots understand that at heart she is not a bad person, just one who might not make the greatest jedi.

 

she enjoys mocking people, prodding for reactions, and playing tricks on others and cares little for politics. she is known to speak her mind just to get a reaction and regards the world with faintly amused detachment.

 

in the future, she turns to a dark jedi as she follows her heart and falls in love with a man, then a woman. she summarily leaves the order on her own, wandering and making money off her skills but bears the order and her old lifestyle no grudge.

 

oddly enough she is best friends with kira carsen, the two of them sharing opposite upbringings but similiar tastes.

 

dislikes: responsibility, being a role model, doing the right thing because she is expected to

likes: loyalty, cuteness, furriness, droids

Edited March 22, 2013 by bebedelette

[Shannen]

Species/Race: Twi'lek

Name: Cyr'rianish

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: N/A

Place of Birth: Ryloth

Age: Approx. 23

Height: 1.65 cm

Weight: 45 kg

Hair Color/Style: She's a Lethan Twi'lek, her skin is ruby red.

Facial Appearance: Check the picture below.

Eye Color: Light pure blue.

Body Appearance: Slightly underweigh, her body is thin and slender and she still cares alot about her fitness shape. Being a dancer and a courtesan taught her how to be at the top of beauty all the time.

Home Planet: Ryloth

Current Residence: She prefers to keep moving around the Galaxy, settling down would be too dangerous.

Allegiance: Neutral

Profession: Sith Sorcerer

Armor/Clothes: Light Armor

Primary Weapon(s): One Handed Light Saber

Companion: Andronikos Revel, who is both a faithful and cunning ally in battle and her lover.

 

** Her Picture **

http://i41.tinypic.com/2qamud2.jpg

 

 

 

Biography:

Cyr'rianish was an enslaved Twi'lek prostitute before becoming a Sith Sorcerer. Exported from Ryloth when she was only 16, she started working as an entertainer for a minor Hutt autority in Nar Shaddaa, who bought her because of her valuable red skin color. In fact, Cyr'rianish is one of the few Lethan Twi'lek among the galaxy, so having her as a slave would have been a nice show-off for her greedy owner.

He forced her to prostitution and slavery, taking her away all what she gained and leaving her completely without money, to discourage any attempt of escape.

Her life as a slave was rather miserable, humiliations and mistreatment happened way too often, so she had to stand the wickedness of her owner -and occasionally the other slaves too- for ages. This low quality life channeled her wrath and frustration through the Dark Side of the Force, making her unconsciously a Force sensitive slave.

 

The final prove of her new powers came when she managed to kill her Hutt owner. Blinded by rage, as a consequence of another cruel joke by him, she force-choked her merciless master, provoking the panic among all the other servants who ran away to warn Hutt Cartel police about this crazy insubordinate behaviour.

She stole as much money as she could, planning her getaway from Nar Shadda, even though she knew she wouldn't have gone far. They would have caught her in less than a hour and her life was probably doomed to end that very night. She started almost to regret her desperate act of rebellion towards that fat worm, when one of her regular clients came into the brothel looking for her. He was a very powerful Sith Lord, whose name cannot obviously be revealed, but his presence became the only ray of hope for her.

Hopeless and desperate, Cyr'rianish confessed her crime to her mighty client who, filled with compassion, decided to take the Lethan Twi'lek out of Nar Shaddaa with him. The two managed to escape the surveillance, hidden like shadows in the darkness of the night, and left the Smugglers Moon on the Sith Lord's spaceship.

 

Through recommendation, good words and alot of powerful friends, the Sith Lord managed to make Cyr'rianish enter in the Sith Training Academy, giving her a temporary protection from the Hutt Cartel's persecution and the chance of creating a new life thanks to her astonishing affinity with the Force. Unfortunately he could no longer follow her on her way, he had other businnes to care about and he wanted to avoid to spread the rumors about him hanging around with killer prostitutes. So he vanished from her life and Cyr'rianish found herself totally on her own, as always.

 

But a very interesting life was awaiting her in the Sith Academy on Korriban, a life of true power, revenge and total, unrestrained, absolute Freedom...

 

 

Personality

Cyr'rianish doesn't care about serving the Empire at all. Actually, her personality grew strong but kind, tolerant, even caring sometimes towards people in troubles. Being a slave taught her the virtue of respect, mercy and altruism, without forgetting how to turn into a fierce fighter to defend herself. Being a Sorcerer means conquering back the lost dignity and worthiness, doing exactly whatever she wants and setting her own rules.

She's smart, bright and independent, she craves for power only for rebuilding her life from the ashes and making sure her past won't become her future again. She doesn't have any interest in Siths way of living but at the moment she needs to live like one of them.

I can't say she cares very much about the destiny of the Galaxy, as long as it won't affect negatively her life and Andronikos one, the only guy she really fell in love with.

Edited March 9, 2012 by Shannen

[Darth_Casus]

--- WORK IN PROGRESS ---

 

Hey guys, this character idea just hit me today, which I might possibly use for my fanfiction, and if it is possible I would love feedback and constructive criticism on it. I want to make this character powerful in her respective field but I dont want to make her unbelievable in this universe.

 

A common thing I do with balance is make them strong in one area but weak in another, but Im trying to find a way to get around that where I can make her strong overall but still balanced. If theres any way I can do that then please help

 

 

Species/Race: Human

 

Name: Elise

 

Gender: Female

 

Date of Birth: 1995 ABY

 

Place of Birth: Dromund Kaas

 

Age: 18

 

Allegiance: Dark Side / Sith Empire

 

Profession: Sith Assassin

 

Place of training: Malachor Station (Remember, this is for a fanfic) She has been training since the age of 4.

 

Height: 5' 6"

 

Facial Appearance: Click on the link here. Hooray for SWTOR character creation, right?

 

Current Residence: Ziost

 

Armor/Clothes: Depends on mission, but normally wears simple unassuming black robes.

 

Primary Weapon: A single violet lightsaber

 

Powers and abilities: As an assassin, she is very strong in use of the Force. She has rarely killed her target by her own hand. She has VERY strong Force Persuasion and Dominate Mind techniques that can accomplish many things like have a target killing them self or someone else killing the target.

 

She rarely gets into one on one combat, so most of her lightsaber forms arent all that well developed. She is most proficient in Ataru however. Normally if she must take a target out herself she employs a telekinetic lightsaber ability or a saber throw when the target is least aware.

 

She focuses mainly on persuasive techniques with subtle nudges of the Force if she is out to convert someone to the Sith or have someone see her side of things as correct. Using this technique Im going to have her convert my main character in my fanfic.

 

I also want her to be able to pose as a Jedi fairly easily. I dont have too many ideas on this, but when I did this Im thinking a lot like how Darth Zannah can just waltz in and go undetected into the Jedi temple.

 

So if theres anything at all I can improve, please respond. As much as I love people praising or condemning my work, these dont help unless theres something to go off of. Thanks in advance

Edited March 11, 2012 by Darth_Casus

[Guildrum]

Species/Race: Human

Name: Sleth

Middle Name: -Removed from Imperial Intelligence Databanks-

Last Name: -removed from Imperial Intelligence Databanks-

Nickname: "Sly" "That balding guy" "Sparky"

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 21 BTC

Place of Birth: Presumably Kaas City

Age: 31 (Used the force to make himself look 51)

Height: 6' 1"

Weight: 145 lbs

Hair Color/Style: Grey, balding in the front and bushy in the back to his ears.

Facial Appearance: A pale brown, dirty face with small wrinkles around the eyes.

Eye Color: Orange, naturally brown.

Body Appearance: Surprisingly fit for someone who looks as old as he, though no lumberjack or athlete, he is well toned and somewhat muscular.

Home Planet: Dromund Kaas

Current Residence: Dromund Kaas

Allegiance: Sith Empire, Dark Council

Profession: Inquisitor/Interrogator

Armor/Clothes: A black hooded robe usually covers him. He wears some dark black gloves and a solid silver belt, with the lower half of his robe matching his belt more than the upper part of his robe. The clothing is singed in many places, some more obviously than others, and a few are torn up quite a bit, giving him a raggedly look.

Primary Weapon(s): Double-bladed yellow lightsaber

Secondary Weapon(s): The Force, Lightning

Miscellaneous Item(s): N/A

 

Biography: -Removed from Imperial Intelligence Databanks-

(Ask him IC, if you are Vrook Lamar. He is pretty forthcoming about himself.)

[Duduneco]

Note: This is my Forum RP Characters. I will post my other Characters later.

 

Species/Race: Trandoshan

Name: Farssk

Middle Name: N/A

Last Name: N/A

Nickname: N/A

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Dosh

Age: 38 (Human Years)

Height: 6'9

Weight: 189

Hair Color/Style: N/A

Facial Appearance: Has a Scar on his left eye/

Eye Color: Yellow

Body Appearance: Bulky.

Home Planet: Dosh

Current Residence: Nomadic

Allegiance: Whoever pays, although he is towards The Empire more.

Profession: Assassin, Bounty Hunter

Armor/Clothes: Standard Bounty hunter Armor

Primary Weapon(s): Blaster Rifle, Sniper rifle

Secondary Weapon(s): Blaster pistol, Electrostaff, knife

Miscellaneous Item(s): 2 IG-100 Series MagnaGuard Droids.

Biography: RP to find out.

 

 

Species/Race: Togruta

Name: Raakla Taa'ra

Middle Name: N/A

Last Name: N/A

Nickname: Lord Raakla

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: Shili

Age: 30 (Human Years)

Height: 6'4

Weight: 148

Hair Color/Style: Lekku

Facial Appearance: Has Sith Corruption around her eyes and mouth. She also wers Togruta Face paint

Eye Color: Blue

Body Appearance: Slim

Home Planet: Shili

Current Residence: Dromund Kaas

Allegiance: The Sith

Profession: Sith Lord

Armor/Clothes: Black Robes, leather vest and pants.

Primary Weapon(s): Lightsaber, The Force

Secondary Weapon(s): N/A

Miscellaneous Item(s):

 

Biography: Rp to find out.

Edited March 15, 2012 by Duduneco

[meanken]

(occ this is my main car, on the lord idelis server, for those who are wondering....assuming anyone cares, not sure about that)

 

Imperial Intelligence Personnel file 1258G6

WARNING, THE FOLLOWING IS CLASSIFIED TOP SECRET BY ORDER OF THE MINISTER OF WAR, ALL WITHOUT CLEARANCE TO VIEW THIS FILE SHOULD STOP READING NOW, OR FACE SUMMARY EXECUTION

Name-unknown (was never given one)

Codename-Meanken

Race-Chiss

Homeworld-Hoth

Gender-Male

Skills-infiltration, interrogation, knives, search and destroy, surgery

Agent Background

Agent Meanken was raised on the world of Hoth by a band of pirates. It is unknown if his parents were killed by the pirates and he was taken in, or if he was born into the pirates. Due to this, Agent Meanken was never taught things like empathy, or sympathy, instead learning the harshness of life on a world of ice from a young age. However, he proved far stronger then all of the rest, and had taken complete control of them by age 10, having killed their leader and his toughest supporters.

It was at this point he was given the nickname Meanken by the pirates. He has refused to reveal his true given name even today, either because he wants to keep it a secret, or because he does not remember it. By 12, he had taken control of all the major pirate bands in the area. However, by this point, Agent Meanken had grown tired of Hoth, and wanted to wreak havoc throughout the galaxy. He ended up stealing a ship from an unlucky smuggler who tried to break a deal with him and take both his goods and the cash. Said smuggler was later found in a republic spaceport by republic military with all his internal organs cut out and with his face cut off. This form of brutality in his kills would continue throughout his career.

After leaving Hoth, Meanken became a bounty hunter. However, unlike most bounty hunters, Meanken only used a rifle, knife, and a stealth belt he stole from an early kill to slay his targets. This continued for a few years until he was hired by a Republic general to assassinate a Moff of a minor, but strategically important system. He completed the assassination, but was sold out by the Republic to Imperial authorities, as the republic believed he was too dangerous to be allowed to continue his killings. Meanken was found guilty, but the Keeper at the time saw the report, and believed that Meanken would be more useful alive then dead.

Psych Profile

Agent Meanken has proven tough to get a psych profile on. He has no real desire to sit down and talk with one of our profilers. This has meant that they must go on whatever facts can be ascertained to create a profile. At least one profiler refused to complete the profile, out of fear that Agent Meanken would "gut him". Here is what could be ascertained: It is clear that Agent Meanken prefers violence as a solution to all problems, no matter what they are. He is also one of the best interrogators in recent history, having managed to capture a Jedi Master and extract the necessary info. In the few interviews we could get him into, Agent Meanken has said that he considers interrogation "his own personal art" and that nothing gives him higher pleasure than performing this act. He then went into quite graphic detail about how to properly interrogate someone, which caused the interviewer to lose his appetite (and his lunch) for the next week.

As to the question of his loyalty, he only seems to be truly loyal to himself. He cares little for the Empire as a whole, but hates the Republic for selling him out. However, the only real reason Agent Meanken has remained, profilers surmise, is because of his work. He was once quoted as saying "I get to lie, cheat, steal, murder, and blow stuff up, and I get paid for it. What’s there not to love about my job?" However, one should never make the mistake of trusting that Agent Meanken will remain loyal. Constant attention should be kept on him, as he may leave if some other organization comes by with a better offer.

[Meharial]

Species/Race: Human

 

Name: Nezrae

 

Middle Name: Apyr

 

Last Name: Felth

 

Nickname: Whether its to compliment or insult, people tend to default to calling her "Princess" more often than not.

 

Gender: Female

 

Place of Birth: Kaas City, Dromund Kaas

 

Age: 20

 

Height: 165 cm

 

Weight: 56 kg

 

Hair Color/Style: Short black hair with parted bangs, wears a noble headpiece

Facial Appearance: Thin, dark, vaguely heart shaped and serious. Unconventionally pretty in a cold and impersonal kind of way.

 

Eye Color: Light blue

 

Body Appearance: Athletic but devoid of callus or scars

 

Home Planet: Dromund Kaas

 

Current Residence: Nar Shaddaa

 

Allegiance: Ideals of the Sith Empire

 

Profession: Imperial Agent

 

Armor/Clothes: At first glance she looks no different from any other criminal low life, lightly armored around vital regions but mainly clothes and fabrics. A floor length overcoat she always wears and a nondescript bright orange bracer on her left arm.

 

Primary Weapon(s): Vibroknife

 

Secondary Weapon(s): Blaster Rifle

 

Miscellaneous Item(s): Fragment of a Sith artifact, pure aurodium ring with the initials ADF inscribed on it, miniature EMP generator, Intelligence knick knacks.

 

Personality: Flexible. Nezrae is a manipulator at heart and will always be exactly who you expect her to be. As she can't get away from her aristocratic looks, a certain distaste for getting her hands dirty and penchant for melodrama is usually present in some manner. However everything else, her name, her sense of humour, her favourite color, her morals and maybe, even, her loyalty fluctuates.

 

Biography: Ezer and Dia Felth were small time merchants restocking in the Imperial Capital when their daughter was born. The girl was promptly taken by Imperial Intelligence and her parents compensated generously for her. The Dark Council had signed off on several projects designed to create better agents via genetic manipulation or social tampering and the child of an insignificant and not very well known family was perfect for it.

 

Nezrae grew up believing her handlers to be her parents and was subjected to engineered scenarios for the sole purpose of molding her character. Loyalty to the Empire, ingenuity, intelligence, charisma, patience, adaptability, flexible morality. As she got older, she began to strain the scenarios with her meticulous attention to detail and off the wall thinking. As a result, she was inducted into Imperial Intelligence several years earlier than the norm and she excelled.

 

After the Watcher eugenics program was officially scrapped, many other graduates of the unofficial "Cipher" program were also eliminated. Nezrae herself and a few others were deemed too "promising" to neutralize by Darth Jadus. No one expects the Dark Council member to explain what he means by it, but everyone is watching Nezrae's first mission on Hutta with interest...

Edited March 20, 2012 by Meharial

[bionamaster]

I think i'll use my current character.

 

Name: Parius Tremarr

 

Race: Human

 

Appearance: Light blue eyes, dark brown hair, light skin, tall, slightly muscular.

 

Gear: (though not current in game gear) gold-amber armor, brown jedi robe with hood up.

 

Weapons: Dual lightsabers, blue blades, silver and blue handle on one, silver and brown on the other.

 

Story: Born in a remote settlement on Tython, he discovered his aptitude with the Force at the early age of 5. The rest of his childhood was spent in preparation for the Jedi Trials. He became completely devoted to the light side, and will follow it wherever it will take him. One day, he left on a week long hunting expedition (The settlement was not very advanced, it's first generations of inhabitants were humans abandoned in a shuttlecraft, and built the village from it's wreckage). When he returned, he saw the Flesh Raiders escaping with the remaining population. Only him and two of his brothers, Parian and Pariak, were left alive. They followed the Raiders, but found only an abandoned Flesh Raider camp, and the remains of the villagers. They went their seperate ways after that. Parius went out in search of the Jedi Temple. Parian boarded the first shuttle to Coruscant, to begin training as a Republic Soldier. And Pariak stowed away on a cargo freighter, so he could strike out on his own as a freelance pilot and smuggler. Parius found the temple, and succeeded in his training. But when the Flesh Raiders attacked, he had an opportunity for payback, and he couldn't refuse.

 

So here it is, now I can begin to RP on the forums!

[HavocMaster]

Imperial Agent

Species/Race: Human

Name:

Middle Name: None

Last Name:

Nickname: Cipher Nine, Nightshrike (callsign)

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 13 BTC

Place of Birth: Begeren

Age: 21 (assuming the game starts in 8 ATC)

Height: 6'2

Weight: 190 lbs

Hair Color/Style: Ashe blonde, cut short and neat

Facial Appearance: A strong jaw with well-proportioned facial features and a light scar across his face from a vibroblade, a painful souvenir of the the harsh Academy training

Eye Color: Steel grey

Body Appearance: Tall, slender, and incredibly fit

Home Planet: Begeren

Current Residence: The Imperial Intelligence X-70B Phantom prototype Shadow

Allegiance: The Empire, his crew (Kaliyo Djannis, Vector Hyllis, Dr. Eckhard Lokin, Ensign Raina Temple, SCORPIO)

Profession: Imperial agent, sniper, technology and weapons specialist

Armor/Clothes: Advanced light combat armor

Primary Weapon(s): A custom-built sniper rifle

Secondary Weapon(s): A custom-built electrified vibroblade, an assortment of grenades, corrosive darts, a portable shield generator, explosive charges, and an armory of probes

Miscellaneous Item(s): Nothing more than he will need for his mission, barring items scavenged from his targets, and a significant stash of credits

 

Biography: Born on Begeren in 13 BTC, he was orphaned at a young age. He lived on the streets until he turned eighteen, then enlisted in the Imperial Academy as soon as he could. He graduated top of his class, and joined Imperial Intelligence. He was soon dispatched to Hutta for a top-secret mission...

 

Personality: Brave, and willing to fight for what he believes, yet quietly efficient, he has a strong sense of duty, and will always try to complete his mission to the letter, but will sacrifice this to do what he feels is right. Great personal discipline and a rigid sense of honor are both traits he respects in others and practices in himself, and these allow him to always make the morally right choice, not just the easy one. A fierce hatred of the Sith will cause him to deviate from his moral compass, though, and he will be often act openly defiant to his Sith superiors.

Edited July 12, 2012 by HavocMaster

[HavocMaster]

Double post, sorry. Edited June 23, 2012 by HavocMaster

[Darth_Solrac]

Species/Race: Human.

Name: Markos.

Middle Name: Juros.

Last Name: Solrac.

Nickname: None.

Gender: Male.

Date of Birth: (28 years before whatever BBY SWTOR started in)

Place of Birth: Capital City, Naboo.

Age: 28 years.

Height: 5'10.

Weight: 170 lbs.

Hair Color/Style: brownish black.

Facial Appearance: Pale (normal/pale Dark Side).

Eye Color: Hazel (yellow/red when immersed in Dark Side).

Body Appearance: Medium build.

Home Planet: Naboo.

Current Residence: Kass City, Dromund Kass.

Allegiance: 1. Himself. 2. Sith Order. 3. Family. 4. Dark Side. 5. Sith Empire

Profession: Lord of the Sith (Inquisitor/Sorcerer).

Lightsaber duel style: Customized Niman/Makashi hybrid.

Armor/Clothes: Lord's Force Invoker's Vestments & robe. Supreme Sorcerer's gloves, boots, bracers, & sash.

Primary Weapon(s): Supreme Sorcerer's Lightsaber.

Secondary Weapon(s): Force Lightning & related Dark Side abilities.

Miscellaneous Item(s): Relics of sorts.

 

Biography:

 

Born into the merchant turned politician family of Juros & Marleania Solrac, Markos Solrac was taken by the Jedi Order at 5 to train after being discovered as force sensitive. From 5-18, Solrac trained as a Jedi Padawan in the order, believing in & studying their code & history thoroughly. Shortly after his 18th birthday, Solrac faced the Jedi Trials. He passed, & was subsequently dubbed Jedi, Knight of the Republic. From 18-23, Solrac's Jedi Masters & teachers began to notice slow but sure, & worrying changes in him. He stopped sitting in on Galactic Senate sessions. He cited that it was obvious the Senate "was becoming ever more corrupt, greedy, hypocritical, but worst of all Master, indecisive." He began asking why the Republic wasn't more quickly, & aggressively engaging the Sith Empire, sworn enemy of the Republic. While sensing their threat, Solrac could also, be it faintly, sense the power emanating from the very essence of the Dark Side that sustained the empire. Solrac began to desire more power, a better title, etc. to protect himself from anything he deemed hostile to him, those he cared about, what he cared about. These changes were gradual yes, but began the domino effect in what is now recorded as Darth Solrac's infamous fall to the Dark Side.

 

Solrac began strongly, & vocally objecting to the Jedi ban on marriage, sex, & on ambition in general. What Solrac saw as stagnant decay, his order saw as peace, & stability. After he turned 26, now 'rogue' labeled Jedi Knight Solrac had had enough. He was done trying to reason with his Masters, convince them. He was convinced the Jedi Order wasn't moving quickly, or rightly enough to counter the threats to the Republic, which he was now also becoming disillusioned with. The high courts poisoned the Senate, & the Senate was poisoning the general public. It was all going wrong to him. Solrac busted into a session of the Jedi Council, & unleashed verbally upon them all, including the Grand Master, Satele Shan. They had had it. Markos Solrac was stripped of Knight rank, & banished from the Jedi Order. He was 24 then.

 

Scorned, & now full of anger & vindictive spite, Solrac left Courascant. He didn't know where to go, not home in disgraceful failure surely. He began to literally gravitate towards the power he felt animating from the unknown regions, the dark regions. Solrac swore revenge on the Jedi Order, & the Republic too if it now got in his way. He decided to seek out true power, which would enable his true revenge, & therefore true justice.

 

He is increasingly curious & concerned over his younger brother's direction as well. His only remaining real link to his family, past, & specks of light that remain within....

 

(To be continued/edited, work in progress here)

Edited April 25, 2012 by Darth_Solrac

[RavenousWolfman]

Species/Race: Zabrak

Name: Khaseer

Last Name: Vasili

Nickname: "Big Guy" Is the only Nickname he has ever tolerated. And only from his wife.

Gender: Male

Age: 29

Hair Color/Style: No hair, four horns

Facial Appearance: Strong Jaw, Facial Tattoos, Scars rumored to be the result of injuries sustained after insulting a Wookie's mother while beating him at pazzak and telling him to get a haircut, the actual cause stems from a brief (and not very successful) career in illegal speeder racing in his teen years on Nar Shadaa

Eye Color: Orange

Body Appearance: Large, Fit

Home Planet: Grew up on Nar Shadaa, not in a "home" sense

Current Residence: His Ship

Allegiance: Credits, probably his wife

Profession: Bounty Hunter, Pilot, Armstech

Armor/Clothes: Heavy

Primary Weapon(s): 2 custom built blaster pistols

Secondary Weapon(s): Thermal Detonator, Rail Gun, Flame Thrower, various missiles

Miscellaneous Item(s): Jet Pack, small vanity collection of speeder bikes

 

Biography:

Khaseer "the Heartless". Eldest of two siblings, orphaned in the war. They fell in with a gang on Nar Shadaa where he developed his knack for hunting and love of credits. When his little brother vanished in a raid, Khaseer opted to sever ties and follow his own path. With no family to speak of, and no loyalties tying him down, the only things that mattered to Khaseer were money, a ship, and weapons, lots of weapons. This drive led him to seek admission to the great hunt, and from there the story gets very public, and very very messy.

 

Khaseer's marriage to his long time companion Mako is something of an enigma, as the man would typically sell his loyalties to whomever offers the fattest paycheck. Khaseer is all about the paycheck, and has no qualms about his targets or the reasons for their capture or untimely demise. The only displays of mercy seem to occur when Mako accompanies him, and even then it is only to keep her happy.

 

While he doesn't typically go for luxury, Khaseer insists on maintaining a fast, extremely well armed ship, and state of the art arms and armor. Admittedly however, he is a sucker for a good land speeder, and keeps a small fleet for both business and pleasure.

 

Since his last extremely high profile hunt, Khaseer has been reported as taking contracts on Alderaan, Voss, and even far off Hoth and Ilum. He has been seen mostly accompanied by his mysterious crew-mate Gault, and the notorious gangster Skadge. Mako has been conspicuous in her absence, which has fueled rumors that she may be with child.

Edited April 2, 2012 by RavenousWolfman
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[razgrizleader]

Species/Race: Sith Pureblood

Name: Stagenn

Middle Name: [N/A]

Last Name: Mora

Nickname: Usurper, Sith Emperor, The Dark One

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 26 Years before Cold War

Place of Birth: Kaas City

Age: 30

Height: 6 ft 3 in

Weight: 120 lbs

Hair Color/Style: Unknown (Always covered by hood)

Facial Appearance: Unknown (Always wears a mask)

Eye Color: Unknown (Face covered by mask)

Body Appearance: Tall, Fit

Home Planet: Dromund Kaas

Current Residence: Emperor's Palace

Allegiance: Imperial

Profession: Usurper of The Sith Emperor

Armor/Clothes: Dark, intimidating robes, blank mask

Primary Weapon(s): Force Lightning

Secondary Weapon(s): Black Lightsaber

Miscellaneous Item(s):

 

Biography: Born in Kaas City, Stagenn showed great aptitude in the force, lifting and destroying a 5 story building at age 2. Stagenn was immediately sent to Korriban after this where he trained to become a sith lord. At age 7, Stagenn finished his training and killed his master. Stagenn then meditated on the dark side for years with no food and just the force to keep him alive. At the age of 20, Stagenn awoke from his trance and traveled to the Emperor's Palace. He killed the Sith Emperor and all who stood in his way. Emperor Stagenn has since then ruled for 10 years with many people opposing him, these people soon learned the full power of the dark side as Stagenn slowly crushed them to death. Nobody knows what caused Stagenn to usurp the throne, some people say that he was hungry for power, others say he had a vision while meditating that showed him that he would have to kill the Emperor. To this day however, only Stagenn knows the true cause of this act and is now planning his personal attack on the Republic with the force as his only weapon and with no support from the Imperial Army or other sith. (2 years later...) Stagenn's attack was successful and he brought down the Jedi Order and the Republic using only the raw power of the force, the people of the Empire have now come to accept him as their almighty ruler and he shall rule the sith forever.

 

Additional Information:

- Stagenn is a Sith Sorceror

- Stagenn disbanded the Dark Council

- Stagenn is the most powerful sith in the galaxy

- Stagenn can move planets using the force

- Stagenn can control a person for as long as he wants

- Stagenn killed the Dread Masters by using only force lightning

-He destroyed Coruscant by making it collide with a black hole

Edited April 2, 2012 by razgrizleader

[quantumsheep]

Name: Hicks

Species/Race: Human/Cyborg

Gender: Male

Age: 41

Hair Color/Style: Grey

Facial Appearance: 5 o'clock shadow, huge three claw scar down one side, cyborg eyepatch over one eye.

Eye Color: One, brown.

Body Appearance: Muscular

Home Planet: Tatooine

Current Residence: BT-7 Thunderclap "Hadley's Hope"

Allegiance: Republic

Profession: Combat medic (honourable discharge from the Republic armed forces)

Armor/Clothes: Wears jedi clothing e.g. long hooded cloak

Primary Weapon(s): Assault Cannon "Laura"

Secondary Weapon(s): Blaster pistol

Miscellaneous Item(s): Med packs, Kolto bombs, medical probes

 

Biography:

 

He missed her smile the most.

 

They'd been together a long time. Eight years or more. Young and in love, nothing could stop them. They fought side by side in clandestine operations against the Empire.

 

He'd always run in charging, assault cannon blasting, and she always had his back, healing his wounds, making him unstoppable, despite his recklessness...

 

No-one has his back now. And this wound just won't heal.

 

He closes his eyes, and sees her… remembers...

 

"It's ok," she mouths and smiles softly. That glorious smile… then drops to her knees, the Sith Assassin behind her suddenly revealed, lightsaber glowing blood red.. the pain in her eyes… the tears… the life extinguished… her body flopping to the ground with her last gasp...

 

He screams out her name, runs to her through laser bolts and explosions, closer and closer, then suddenly knocked back harshly by the Assassin's dark power, head striking a wall, unconscious, dead to the galaxy…

 

Dead to the galaxy. If only…

 

He woke in a Kolto tank… for which he was glad, not because of its healing properties. Not because he was alive. But because, for five days and nights suspended in that liquid, no-one could see his constant flow of tears.

 

It wasn't enough to save him of course. Not completely. His face was badly scarred down one side, a cybernetic patch replacing the eye he'd lost.

 

He emerged from the medbay a different man, forever changed. And the mental scars would run longer and deeper than any physical wounds ever could.

 

Unable to deal with her loss he earned an honourable discharge and set out across the galaxy, alone, to find her killer…

 

It's been 10 years since she died. Ten long, hard years of waking from a perfect dream with her. Of, for a second, looking for her beside him as he wakes before reality comes crashing back. Of sleeping less and less, unable to cope with her absence… unable to live without her smile.

 

Now under no-one's command, he roams the galaxy, a rogue agent, fighting imperials where he can, but mostly trying to keep others alive, hoping to spare them his own pain.

 

Hiring smugglers and Jedi for years to help track down the Sith that killed his partner, he is fuelled by vengeance and loss. A lethal combination in someone so highly trained…

 

And in his darkest hours, alone, he closes his eyes and sees her smile. That beautiful smile he cannot live without.

 

And it gives him strength. It gives him courage. It gives him hope.

Edited April 3, 2012 by quantumsheep

[StarryCiel]

Species/Race: Human, Dantooinian

Name: Kyou

Middle Name: N/A

Last Name: Nabaat

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: 19 BTC

Place of Birth: Family farm on the grasslands of Dantooine

Age: 19 (0 ATC), 29 (end of consular story)

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 128 lbs

Hair Color/Style: Long, dark brown hair often held up in a ponytail

Facial Appearance: Heart-shaped face, and pale aqua-colored eyes

Body Appearance: Only slightly taller than an average human female, atheletically slender, defined feminine curves, and possessing a gentle aura surrounding her

Home Planet: Dantooine

Current Residence: on the move as a Jedi, exiled on Dantooine later in life

Allegiance: Jedi Order, The Galactic Republic

Profession: Jedi Consular, Master, Barsen'thor of the Order

Armor/Clothes: Standard dark brown Jedi robes

Primary Weapon(s): "The Force is my ally, and a powerful ally it is."

Secondary Weapon(s): Single-bladed lightsaber imbued with a green color crystal

Miscellaneous Item(s): Holocommunicator, other readily available-when-needed Jedi gear

Ship: Corellian Defender-Class light corvette, "the Arbiter" (callsign Guardian Three in space combat)

 

Biography: Kyou was born to a small farmer's family on the serene plains of Dantooine. Upon her birth, the Force was shaken and felt by the Jedi masters. They kept a silent vigil over her until she was roughly three years-old when they finally decided that her potential as a Jedi was great. The masters informed Kyou's parents who were wary at first, but later accepted the honor and blessing that had been bestowed upon them.

Kyou was taken in by the masters responsible for training children to become Jedi and spent her years in their care until she was ready to become a padawan. The masters always had to be cautious of her and keep a careful watch over her for she was said to have been more powerful in the Force at age four than some at twelve. Kyou was extremely skilled at Force telekinesis, being able to tackle challenges some younglings wouldn't overcome until their final years as padawans. She was intelligent, confident, and beautiful. Many of the others looked up to her, which shaped her into a caring person who tried to satisfy the needs of everyone. Behind her hardened wall of composure, temptations of the dark side racked her mind. Her teachers beat the tenets of the Jedi into her thoughts almost daily, but she couldn't help but feel for so many others. She had to endure it if she was to become a Jedi, however. She learned to sever most of her ties with her friends, becoming a colder, and oddly sarcastic person in the process.

Over the span of years, Kyou would become a great protector of the Jedi Order, and in the end, quietly settle into a simple life back on Dantooine where she gave birth to two daughters -- Yeul and Samara -- unbeknownst to her fellow Jedi masters until internal problems with her oldest, Yeul, became external. The masters exiled Kyou from the Order after Yeul was sent to them, but Kyou, in defiance, still had Samara.

http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h451/Starry-Ciel/1-6.jpg There she is

[Magnumission]

Bounty Hunter

Species/Race: Human

Name: Recks

Middle Name: Arlow

Last Name: Magnumission

Nickname: Mags

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Dynamic class Freighter "Arcadia"

Age: 25

Height: 171cm

Weight:176 lbs (80Kg)

Hair Color/Style: Dark Brown/short and unruly

Facial Appearance: Small mouth, piercing eyes, strong jaw, slightly long nose with a strong bridge, scar over left eye, scar along the centre of his crown and a scar through the left of his lower lip

Eye Color: grey

Body Appearance: Athletic/fit, heavily scarred

Home Planet: none

Current Residence: none

Allegiance: Highest bidder

Profession: Bounty Hunter

Armor/Clothes: Worn republic commando body armor patched with madalorian tech, Urban style chest webbing

Primary Weapon(s): Trandoshan Array blaster, customised old republic issued blaster carbine

Secondary Weapon(s): Dual Heavy Madalorian blaster pistols, wrist mounted flame thrower/gas dart launcher/ small warhead launcher, large hunting vibro blade, 3 concealed skinning vibro blades

Miscellaneous Item(s): old-style throat mic and earpiece and an encrypted personal battlespace commlink

Ship: D-5 Mantis patrol craft "Pallbearer"

 

Biography: Father to a lost son, who's mother took him and and their life savings while Recks was serving away with his unit. The former commando came home to an empty cold house and no life, the last thing he needed after the catastrophic failure of his last mission. Recks' entire unit was wiped out by pirates, the commando himself captured and tortured for months before the pirates ran afoul an armed republic convoy.

 

The soldier found his faith in people and his spirit in the same condition as his now terribly damaged body, so, in true commando fashion he crawled into a bottle. He was discharged honorably for his service, and politely told to get out of the republics way. Recks eventually found his way into mercenary work, still drinking and smoking heavily, his skill on the battle field, violent tendencies, lack of emotion and cold, calculating intelligence pushing him into the gaze of several bounty hunting groups.

 

Recks now works freelance, unwilling to trust others enough to continue working for them for extended periods, though on occasion, if the money is good or the job requires it, he is willing to put his prejudice aside temporarily.

[PrinceBurai]

Name: Burai

Middle Name:

Last Name: Ya'Mato

Nickname:

Species/Race: Human

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Naboo

Age: 42(Appears 22)

Height: 6 ft 2 in

Weight: 190 lbs

Hair Color/Style: Dark Brown worn long with a short ponytail in back

Facial Appearance: Boyishly round with a strong nose. Two long bisecting scars, on of which crosses his left eye.

Eye Color: Dark Green

Body Appearance: Fit but not overly muscled.

Home Planet: Naboo

Current Residence: The Emerald Dragon a Fury Class Interceptor

Allegiance: The people of the Empire

Profession: Sith Imperial Arbiter (Light Leaning Sith Marauder)

Armor/Clothes: RD-04B Sharpshooter Jacket

Primary Weapon(s): Green Bladed Curved Hilt Saber

Secondary Weapon(s): Green Bladed Shoto Saber

Miscellaneous Item(s): Special Light Filtering Goggles

 

 

 

Biography: From an outlying feudal state of Naboo that preferred to isolate itself from the rest of the galaxy. Burai was the personal bodyguard for his uncle, Lord Ya'Mato from the young age of 14. For four years he served loyally until the birth of his baby brother Geki caused a disturbance in not only the royal family but also the Force. Lord Ya'Mato had recently lost his young son and heir to his thrown. He proposed a royal adoption to Burai's father and he agreed. Geki was raised never knowing that his protector was actually his brother. When Geki was 3 years old a wizened Cerean Jedi named No-Diar-Oz came to induct him into the Jedi Order. Burai was incensed that this stranger would try to take not only his brother but their future ruler. He took the Jedi aside to tell him as much when an alert trumpet sounded. A neighboring state had launched a sneak attack on Ya'Mato Castle starting with destroying the visiting Jedi's ship. Lord Ya'Mato begged the Jedi to rescue their son. As royal bodyguard, Burai knew their only escape was a transport ship with sub-light drives hidden by the family for emergencies. Upon reaching the ship they set out for the third moon of Naboo. Without hyper drive their only hope was sending an SOS on a secure Jedi channel and entering Hibernation. Before submitting to the chemically induced freezing Burai prayed to whatever god would have him to protect his brother.

 

The next thing Burai remembers is being flung from freezing pod half defrosted with a klaxon blaring. His vision fogged from Hibernation Sickness he felt his way as best he could to the ships bridge. Through the view port Burai could make out what appeared to be an asteroid field. As fear and anxiety flooded his system with adrenaline, Burai felt a red haze fall over his mind. He calmly began prepping the engines for full burn using what little fuel was left. To an outside observer his hand passing over the switches and dials would have been a blur made even more unbelievable by the fact he was not seeing them with his eyes. Without any training Burai managed maneuver his way out of the asteroid field at phenomenal speeds. He soon found himself orbiting an unfamiliar planet that would become a lot more familiar as he made a controlled crash into it.

 

This high stress situation awoke latent Force potential in young Burai and sent a tremor in the Force. This awakening was felt by a nearby Sith Imperial Cruiser under the command of Darth Dargol, a Cathar. Finding the crash site he took the unconscious Burai aboard and had him treated for his injuries. Upon regaining consciousness Burai was shocked to learn he had somehow been in hibernation for nearly 20 years. In that time the Sith Empire had returned and waged a war against the Republic and the Jedi Order. After hearing Burai's story, Dargol informed him that it was the Republic that had supplied the rival state with there arms. Dragol made him an offer come with him to Korriban and train to be a blade of the Empire, A Sith Warrior.

 

Original Post

"Quick question and then I will edit my post to contain my character descriptor.

Is it frowned on to make up a planet or should I stick to pre-established planets?"

Edited April 13, 2012 by PrinceBurai
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[ToEasy]

Quick question and then I will edit my post to contain my character descriptor.

Is it frowned on to make up a planet or should I stick to pre-established planets?

 

I would say stick to pre-established planets.