Name - Sar Val Strike Species - Miraluka Gender - Male Age - 23 Occupation - Smuggler
Appearance - Apparel - He wears civilian clothes, generally with a under shirt, vest, loose pants, and a belt along with covers over his eyes and a mask. Weapons - Two DL-44 blaster's, single bladed lightsaber, and A280C Blaster rifle. Equipment - Datapad, credit chip, package of bacta bandages, and fake Imperial ID's.
Skills Force sensitive. Skilled with a Blaster. Highly trained in melee combat. Multi-lingual: Huttese, Ryl, Shyriiwook, Basic. Good medic.
Flaws Strong sense of right and wrong. Attempts to stick to Jedi code. Paranoid about Imperial surveillance. Deep seated mistrust of humans. Long standing feeling of loneliness.
Personality - Friendly to most and willing to stand against injustice, a civilized man in uncivilized age. While afraid of Empire and of dying, as a Jedi he knows he must do everything he can to protect others. Working with the Hutt's has made him more prone to striking first should tensions rise. He attempts to avoid bloodshed whenever he can, through he will fight readily if someone else is in danger. His saber is in pieces along his belt as to prevent it from being noticed.
Goals - To rescue three Miralukan's with strong force connections the Black Stars currently hold. He would like to bring on extra hands to help operate the ship.
Backstory - As his entire species is born able to see through the force Sar was even more so gifted, enough to be taken by the Jedi when he was a baby. Spending years learning from the teachings of Master's like Yoda and Obi-Wan, he felt proud of the work the Republic did, when he was twelve he completed he was able to become a Padawan. Some felt Yoda would take on the young boy, other said Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sar would never know. With the war escalating his healing talents proved very impressive and he volunteered for the Medical Service corps, though he still wished to train as a Knight. He served in medical core though in truth he did also fight on occasion when helping rescue injured clones and other personal.
He was off world on Naboo when he heard of the betrayal of the Republic, he quickly realized what would come now with the Empire. The purging of force sensitive races, fearing his people would be purged like his Jedi friends. Stealing a Yt-2400 freighter from a smuggler leaving him for Nabooian police forces. The Jedi begun a career naming his ship the Life's Lie and using it to smuggle dozen's of Miraluka's into the outer rim and even Hutt Space. He would build a friendship with the Hutt Cartel's and fledgling rebellion, delivering Miraluka whenever they preferred. The Hutt's liked having these force sighted individuals around as guards, while most of his people slipped in to the population of the Rim. Other's would join the Rebel Alliance, often asking the Jedi turned smuggler to join as well, while he wanted to he knew his work was not done.
Recently he has returned to Coruscant, docking his ship under protection of Goro and the other Hutt's he's brought exotic foods and wine's from the corners of the galaxy. Sar's quickly brought the goods in without incident, Scarred Hutt's paid in full and extra for being four days early as smuggling on Coruscant is difficult. Goro has extended protection to Sar while he's here, as he has been good to the Hutt's. In truth Goro need's him to remain undetected and alive few smugglers can get goods in and out on Coruscant as well as he can. Plus his skills make him rather exotic and valuable, Hutt's will always protect their interests.
Now safely on Coruscant in 3030's neon glow he plans to steal slaves from Black Star's, a risky maneuver. Sar also hopes to find two crewmates to help him keep his ship going. He hopes to hear if any Jedi have hidden down in the bowel's of city or even rumors of others. He would also like to find another job before he leaves, he doesn't want to push his luck however. Now scouring the streets hoping to determine more about the slaves the Black Star's are holding.
All I shall say (I have no power here) is it is always advisable to write your full concept down.
It would seem Sep is telling yet another Chiss enthusiast why they can't :P
On another note, I'm curious @Heat to what extent you'd be willing to accept imperials. I have a particular character I've been itching to use. Similarly, how would you feel about a clone? (yes I know their old as shit at this point I've had the convo with Sep :P)
@Apollosarcher Going to have deny your character. Miraluka are a complicated species, I'd rather just avoid it.
@The Canadian Could you change her to a different species? As the others said before me, the Empire is very human-centric. A big part of the RP is the influx of alien immigrants to 3030 after the Empire bullied them. Chiss are also a very isolated species. You could change her into a human, edit the rest accordingly and it'd work.
@cqbexpt I'd be open to the idea, would have to be convinced a bit. When I tossed the Empire on as a faction I intended for them to be one with a very few amount of players aligned to them. Already had a few express interest for it.
@Centurion Sure, truthfully I avoided mentioning any of the actual SW criminal gangs because I felt it'd be easier (and more interesting) to come up with my own. Could have it where the Black Suns aren't really a factor in 3030 or something.
Working on an IC post right now, loving what everyone has posted!
@Centurion Sure, truthfully I avoided mentioning any of the actual SW criminal gangs because I felt it'd be easier (and more interesting) to come up with my own. Could have it where the Black Suns aren't really a factor in 3030 or something.
Working on an IC post right now, loving what everyone has posted!
Perhaps they can be like a "Parent" faction similar to how the Hutt Cartel will likely have some interaction with the Scarred Hutts. You need contacts after all in order to get product in. Think of it like how IRL the big gangs/cartels sometimes won't get personally invested in a city, and instead use local gangs.
IC post up. Figuring out how to do this RP so it's truly collaborative, I'll be for sure controlling the big bosses of each faction. Will do any NPCs you guys would like me to, as evident by me replying to @Byrd Man's post with the Quarren's details on his missing daughter.
If you want me to get involved with a plot line for your char, just ask me about it, love doing that sort of thing.
Name - Mar of the clan Den. Species - Human (Mandalorian) Gender - Male Age - 35 Occupation - Bounty Hunter
Appearance - Face image possibly to come. Brown/Blue eyes, with dark brown hair (Which is typically shaved off) and chiseled prominent features. He also boasts a scar that runs down from the top left of his forehead all the way down to the bottom right of his cheek, narrowly missing his right eye. However if able to perform a close inspection his right eye is slightly dull compared to his left.
Apparel - As above, below his armour he typically wears a black flightsuit. As to keep him warm and well insulated. Will post up any clothing differences as and when they happen. Weapons - 1x Westar-M5 Blaster Rifle, 2x Westar-35 Blaster Pistols, 1x Electro-whip, Various Explosives Equipment - Beskar Mandalorian Helmet complete with HUD and air purification system, Jetpack and a ascension cable mounted in his right wrist while his left wrist packs three small tranquilizer darts. He carrys no other equipment. Skills -
Mandalorian Raised - Being raised by True Mandalorians he has been through the verd'goten. As such he is a well trained hunter and combatant. More so than your average grunt.
Hunter - While he was raised as a fighter he has become an excellent hunter. He has become proficient at tracking down targets in all kinds of terrain, and even between systems if he has too. Though he tries to prevent it from coming to that. Then once he has sight on his target he's well versed in using the terrain to his own advantage and turning it against his opponent.
Blaster Combat - As mentioned above (But I'll cover here in more detail) he has been trained in many forms of combat. While some of these are forgotten skills that he cannot draw from blaster combat remains a well honed skill. He considers himself an excellent shot at mid/close range.
Melee Combat - Like almost everyone who has gotten involved in the Galactic Underworld he can defend himself with his fists or whatever impromptu weapon finds it's way into his hands. However his signature weapon is his electro-whip. A rare weapon to see outside of slave markets he has trained with it for years making him an expert in it's use.
Flaws -
Code of Honour - Like most Mandalorians who follow the Resol'nare he follows a strict code of honour. In the underworld where the job may require you to get dirty this can be an issue.
Long Range - He can shoot a blaster and hit his mark, but anything that requires a scope is quite often out of his comfort zone.
Technologically inept - He can repair his weapons and armour to keep them going. Anything other than that is out of his league.
Personality - Outward to those he doesn't know, doesn't trust he speaks plainly and with a tone of disinterest. When confronted he treats it more as an inconvenience than a problem which adds to the level of intimidation the armour typically holds over most lowlifes. To those he knows, and those he counts as kin he is warm hearted and loyal, boisterous and joyful.
Tanya will often joke that when he puts the helmet on he loses all the winning aspects of his personality, Mar is quite willing to agree. Goals - He's in 3030 to give Tanya some closure, and pick up whatever money he can while he's doing it. As soon as that's done he'll be ready to head back to his ship and get the hell off the cesspit that is Coruscant.
That said, he'll stay as long as Tanya needs him. There is a duty of care after all.
Backstory -
Mar was born before the war, while the majority of Mandalore turned to pacifist ways and became what was known as the "New Mandalorians" the Den clan was one of the few that still clung to the old ways, as such their little homestead in the mountains upon Mandalore became very isolated against the rest of the planet and the Galaxy. However they weren't the only clan that decided to stick to the old ways and as such the clans all managed to stay somewhat self sufficient, time marched on as it waited for no man.
He became a man at the age of 13 like all Mandalorians, passing the rite. He was given a weapon, and his first drink. Though this was when he decided that this was not the life he wished to live among the stars. He cared for his family, for his clan, immensely but at the same time he felt that something in his life was missing. So he pitched his desire to leave to the heads of his clan. They agreed that he could leave, though he was a man now and if he wished to leave he would need to forge his own path. Wearing his armour, and the helmet made of the now rare beskar he went on foot, to the nearest city.
It was a long journey, literally taking two years across land. He was given opportunities to gain transportation however he felt that to do so would dishonour his clan. They had told him to do this himself, and that it was something he had to do. So he would do it, and nothing could stand in his way. On occasion hunger or thirst would set in, but he would not let his own body defeat him and so, at fifteen years of age and with hair and a beard far too long he made his escape from Mandalore. Which was when he decided that he would never let his hair or beard grow again.
These years he doesn't like to discuss. It's when he became a hunter, while at first he hunted rare game for credits eventually those skills were transposed onto sentient beings. Some of the choices he made during these years still haunt him, however he chooses to let those choices remain in the past. As, while the Clone Wars never truly affected him in the outer rim (People still wanted other people killed or capture, war or no war) the final day of the Clone Wars would change his life forever.
-See combined history below-
Name - Tanya of the Clan Den (As she liked to claim) Species - Human (Unknown) Gender - Female Age - 17 Occupation - Mechanic/Slicer (Present), Jedi Padawan (Past)
Appearance -
Apparel - As above. Weapons - 1x Lightsaber (Rarely leaves the confines of the ship), 1x Westar 34 blaster pistol Equipment - Nothing other than her communicator.
Skills -
Jedi Padawan(Barely) - Her first five years she spent in the Jedi Temple. While she is no expert in the use of the Force she's better at using it than someone who has no training. Though for years she has decided to tune it out, after all. Being a Jedi gets you killed in the Empire.
Mechanic/Slicer - She spent a gruesome year in 3030 in her childhood. The only way to survive was to be useful, luckily she found work aiding an elderly mechanic before the gangs got to her.
Blaster Training - She can hold a blaster, and aim it better than someone who has had no training. That said she wouldn't be much use in a firefight.
Flaws -
Hunted - She has the burden of knowing of the Force, and having access to it in a time where to do so would cause the greatest powerhouse in the Galaxy to come crashing down after her.
Naive - The flaw of being young.
Nightmares - She witnessed the entire Jedi Order being wiped out, spent a grueling year in the Coruscant Underworld as a child. This takes it's toll.
Personality - Goals - Tanya wants to search for the truth in the rumours that the Hutts on level 3030 have a force sensitive working with them and if it is true find out if they too were a Jedi. The main reason being for closure, maybe there are others like her?
That said she has grown immensely attached to Mar, seeing him as a father figure. While she feels she needs to do this she also wants to make him proud, hopefully proud enough to one day put her through the rite of passage to become a true Mandalorian.
Backstory - Tanya doesn't remember her parents, being raised by the Jedi from a very young age. Though what she does know is she has always had a natural affinity for machines. Throughout her time as an Initiate within the Jedi Temple she struggled with the finer subtleties of the Force until one wizened Jedi Knight described it to her as like a giant machine. From that moment on she managed to actually progress in her studies to a suitable degree that it looked as if she would be able to attain the rank of Padawan and one day become a Jedi Knight!
Though this all changed the year before she was to sit her trials. Though as a four year old she never truly grasped the concept the Galaxy was engulfed in war, the likes of which had not been seen for thousands of years. The Jedi very much took the centre stage of this conflict, with a former member leading the opposing faction and they themselves becoming Generals to lead an army of Clones against the Separatist threat.
Soon her former dreams of being a mighty Jedi stopping crime across the galaxy shifted, as it did for all the other initiates. She dreamed of leading Forces on the battlefield to glorious victory against the evil Separatists! So when she passed her trials and was chosen to be a Padawan to an elderly Wookie Jedi named Worror she wondered what lay in her future.
The answer sweat and grime. The Jedi were some of the few authority figures to have power, and be seen in the undercity of Coruscant. Worror was especially intimidating and well known. With the thought that the war would remove all Jedi presence in what was potentially a cesspool of Separatist weapons and sympathizers some of the older Jedi not capable to lead battalions into battle instead turned their attention deeper into the planet.
They truly were disgusting years, she spent her time fixing mechanical faults. While there were large gang presences many wouldn't fire as soon as a lightsaber was ignited. Though sadly she would only receive two years under his care. Operation Knightfall fell upon the night of her seventh birthday (Not that there was a party or gifts or anything). Her master told her to wait in the hotel room when they felt the disturbance in the Force, that he'd be back once he found out what it was.
He never came back.
She stayed in the hotel room for as long as possible, until the owner literally had her kicked out under threat of her being put to work. A street urchin for a time, she had no choice but to look for work being nearer to the "southern" end of the sector lest she be made into a slave. Though that was the good alternative, for days before she had seen the broadcast. Heard the news of the Jedi being wiped out by the Republic, and then the subsequent offer of reward for those that handed in any stray Jedi. She couldn't take that risk.
She luckily found work working for an old mechanic, it was a relatively quite and peaceful experience compared to the life of most on 3030. No-one really bothered her, she didn't bother anyone. She rarely left the shop, even going as far as sleeping in it. Though once again, her life would be turned upside down.
The Stars had been expanding their territory, the old mechanics shop was just in the ideal spot for a brand new bar, when asked to sell it he had refused. This shop had been in his family for generations, and would continue to be in his family for generations to come! He was nothing but not stubborn.
This was when the somewhat famed crew of the Nightfury came together. It was a good thing too, while Mar had won a Consular Class Cruiser in a game of Sabacc (He didn't even bother to ask where it came from) he was down on a mechanic. Though that wasn't why he was down on 3030, he was hunting down an ex-member of the Black Sun who was apparently hiding out in 3030 as a member of the Blackened Stars. Apparently the guy liked the colour black, or so the indications were.
He finally tracked him down, he was doing grunt work out in the expanding territory of the Stars. Obviously he didn't join the Stars for a sense of community, likely just missed the thrill of beating defenseless people to a pulp. He turned up in time just to see the old man get shot. Then his target pulled a young girl from the building. She couldn't be any older than, well she wasn't very old. He could have tried to take his shot from afar, but the Black Sun wanted to make an example of this guy. That meant it was going to get up close and personal.
Shouting them down a fight ensued, two gunmen fell and his target remained pulling the gun on the girls head. What happened next surprised them both equally. The girl pushed her hands towards the gun and the gun went flying out of his hands, she then jabbed him and rolled away when his grip released. Before anything else could happen Mar grabbed the handle of his whip, hitting the button the electrify it and wrapped it around his prey. I guess you can say the rest is history.
Tanya, in a spur of gratitude thanked the man that saved her life. Though she now had nowhere to go, she wouldn't possibly be safe alone in 3030. No-one else would take her in especially now. Mar feeling an unusual sense of duty offered her his protection, and training. He knew who the Jedi were, what they had apparently done. He also knew what they had done to the Mandalorians in the past, but this little girl had committed none of these crimes. She was alone in the Galaxy and, relatively, helpless. He wouldn't stand for that.
He took her with her, originally planning to drop her off with his kin back on Mandalore. Though it was safe to say that the two bonded. When leaving Mandalore after he had said his goodbye she somehow managed to sneak back aboard. Not letting him leave without her, and that was the start of everything.
She more or less left her Jedi life behind, Mar never asked about it and she never spoke about it. Instead she spent most of her time honing her other skills, such as working on the ship fulfilling it's many mechanical needs. Though that's not all she's been training, he took his care of her as her "Rebirth" it was essentially a new life. As such from then he has been training her in the ways that his father taught him, and that fathers within all the more traditional Mandalorian clans teach their children. On the promise that on her 20th Birthday she would truly become a Mandalorian adult, and a member of the clan.
The past ten years, he's done more good deeds than he would usually do. While he usually worked to bring back his target alive he didn't care who he brought (So long as they weren't innocents) back to his employers so long as it was the target. Tanyas influence made him take less and less of these contracts, working mainly against criminals and the like. Even going so far as doing a couple of free jobs. It always filled Mar with a certain warmth, perhaps the one that parents feel, knowing tht despite all she had been through. She was still a good person at heart, though something always held her back. The Jedi, they couldn't have possibly been all wiped out, could they? It was always at the back of her mind until one day they heard the rumour that a member of the Hutt Cartel on Coruscant had a force user in his employ.
Now few remembered the Jedi thanks to the Emperors purging of all word of them, but Tanya remembered the night the Jedi fell and if a Jedi were to go into hiding on Coruscant, level 3030 would be the place to do it. How they had kept this rumour from having the Empire investigate the level was beyond her but she had to go. Mar agreed reluctantly, which is why as of now their ship is berthed in the closest possible port to 3030 and they're in a speeder working their way down...
Didn't see this RP until recently. Hope I'm not too late to jump aboard!
Jezariyah Khez
Race
Near-human Human/Zeltron hybrid.
Gender
Female
Age
19.
Occupation
Bounty Hunter/Hired Gun.
Appearance
A short, full-figured young woman, Jezariyah falls firmly on the latter side of chubby, possessing a noticeably soft form. She has long auburn hair, with a neatly trimmed full-fringe, and slender maroon eyes. Jezariyah has a oval-shaped face, and the beginnings of a double-chin. Her skin has a slight pinkish red hue to it, hinting at her Zeltron heritidge.
Apparel
Jezzariyah wears a loose fitting metallic silver top, underneath a studded black jacket, with a fluffy hood sewn on for warmth. She has a pair of dark red leggings and sturdy combat boots, with spiked bracelets woven around her firm wrists. Her right nostril is pierced by a polished stud, and a similar two studs run beneath her eyelashes.
Weapons
Jezzariyah wields a cold war era S-405 Fusion Sharpshooter, and has an RX-7 repeating blaster pistol holstered around her thigh. She has a Vibromachete fastened to her back, with an ornate hilt and serrated edges.
Equipment
When hunting, Jezzariyah garbs herself in a set of lightweight battle armour, painted black with a single, over-sized, shoulderpad on the left side. Her helmet has a thin slit for vision, and a jagged domed roof.
Skills
Expertly resourceful for her age, Jezzariyah is skilled with the weapons and equipment she utilizes. Whilst not a master of combat, the young woman has the sense to learn her enemies’ strengths and weaknesses, and to plan her strategies around the terrain. Her Zeltron blood imbues her with a distilled version of the pink-skinned humanoids pheromones, making her appear more charming and alluring to the world around her than she otherwise would have.
Flaws
Jezzariyah has few social connections to speak of, and is prone to awkward moody outbursts. He dry, sarcastic wit is often lost on others, and she’s not in the best physical shape.
Personality
Despite her seemingly unassuming exterior, Jezzariyah is a cold and ruthless killer. She’s no sadist, but has few qualms about taking the life of another. She’s smart, sassy, sarcastic, and generally hard to control. She carries out her missions with absolute dedication, up until the point a better offer comes along.
Goals
Become rich and infamous.
Backstory
Jezariyah grew up on a small, crime-ridden space station orbiting Zeltros. Her parents were abusive and quarrelsome, and the broken family held nothing but disdain for one another. The young woman grew up tough and mean, untrusting of those around her.
When she was 12 she snuck aboard a shuttle which she believed to be taking her to Zeltros, but was infact set for Coruscant.
Stranded and alone in the slums of 3030, Jezariyah had to utilize all of her skills just to make it from one day to the next. The next few years were spent, thieving, pickpocketing, whoring herself out, and taking whatever jobs she could for the various crime syndicates.
Jezariyah became numb to the world around her, feeling as though she had been forsaken by life itself.
Over time she slowly eased herself in to bounty hunting work, taking low paying jobs from loan sharks and two bit slum lords. When it became clear that she had an efficiency for Bounty Hunting, Jezariyah fully committed herself to the job, and hasn’t looked back since.
