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Alfhedil What do you see Kaneda?
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I'm going to look to getting another round of discord invites out to anyone I've missed as well as see to any character sheets that have not been commented on. There's a pretty good cast of characters so far, and I'm looking forward to the shenanigans we get up to once this thing is going. I appreciate everyone who has cooperated with myself, Jason and Apollo in our suggestions and recommendations, as we really are trying to make this thing work and ensure everyone has fun. Unless your fun is at the expense of others, and then we gotta come in and tell you no lmao.
@Alfhedil, oh I don't have an invite. But I think you also haven't commented on my sheet, so that might just be because I haven't been reviewed.
Finally added the picture.
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Arthanus Grey Jedi
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So very interested and working up a character, just a few questions.
1. what is the standard fighter used in the Mandalrian Republic? I saw the cap ships but are we still using the ARC-170 starfighter, and the Z-95 Headhunter, or would your standard T-65B X-wing starfighter, and TIE line be in production yet? If the Ladder would the republic have x-wings as their design was just made as an update to the arc and headhunter fighters and the design was originally stolen from the empire by the rebels.
2. My plan is to have a fighter pilot character (if it wasn't obvious from the first question) who was injured in a crash during a battle and such got himself some robot limbs. What sort of hidden addons would the Mandalorian Republic allow to be fitted into these prosthetic limbs (because hes broke and would have had government pay for some nice bling after getting injured in their service). What I am thinking is a hidden blaster kinda like the super battle droids and maybe, big maybe here an implanted AI / Astromech system that allows his astromech to remain in him,complete with a security spike for hacking purposes, with a shell unit in the ship in case of the need for emergency repairs and such.
And 3. Is there an ongoing struggle/war/skirmishes going on between the republic and other factions that could be the origin of the injury and if so how long has the fighting been gong on. If not I can make the injury come from fighting off some pirates or such
1. what is the standard fighter used in the Mandalrian Republic? I saw the cap ships but are we still using the ARC-170 starfighter, and the Z-95 Headhunter, or would your standard T-65B X-wing starfighter, and TIE line be in production yet? If the Ladder would the republic have x-wings as their design was just made as an update to the arc and headhunter fighters and the design was originally stolen from the empire by the rebels.
2. My plan is to have a fighter pilot character (if it wasn't obvious from the first question) who was injured in a crash during a battle and such got himself some robot limbs. What sort of hidden addons would the Mandalorian Republic allow to be fitted into these prosthetic limbs (because hes broke and would have had government pay for some nice bling after getting injured in their service). What I am thinking is a hidden blaster kinda like the super battle droids and maybe, big maybe here an implanted AI / Astromech system that allows his astromech to remain in him,complete with a security spike for hacking purposes, with a shell unit in the ship in case of the need for emergency repairs and such.
And 3. Is there an ongoing struggle/war/skirmishes going on between the republic and other factions that could be the origin of the injury and if so how long has the fighting been gong on. If not I can make the injury come from fighting off some pirates or such
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Alfhedil What do you see Kaneda?
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So very interested and working up a character, just a few questions.
I'll answer your questions in quotes to make it a little easier to breakdown and follow.
1. what is the standard fighter used in the Mandalrian Republic? I saw the cap ships but are we still using the ARC-170 starfighter, and the Z-95 Headhunter, or would your standard T-65B X-wing starfighter, and TIE line be in production yet? If the Ladder would the republic have x-wings as their design was just made as an update to the arc and headhunter fighters and the design was originally stolen from the empire by the rebels.
Yes. The answer is literally yes for the most part, as at the current moment Incom is overwhelmed with trying to fulfill orders from the Mandalorians, the Corellians and of course their parent republic the Alsakani. Mandalore makes do with some updated ARCs to serve as heavy fighters, stripped down Z-95s for scouting and such while their T-65s come in little by little. There are some negotiations underway for licensed production, but that's still being worked out.
As for TIEs, we're still kind of working out on that aspect. SFS is a thing, they do have the TIEs in production and out there, but they are independent of any power and at the moment might be leaning towards association status with the Corporate Sector Authority. Could likely have the Empire utilize them heavily due to the cost and their dire need for more equipment of course.
2. My plan is to have a fighter pilot character (if it wasn't obvious from the first question) who was injured in a crash during a battle and such got himself some robot limbs. What sort of hidden addons would the Mandalorian Republic allow to be fitted into these prosthetic limbs (because hes broke and would have had government pay for some nice bling after getting injured in their service). What I am thinking is a hidden blaster kinda like the super battle droids and maybe, big maybe here an implanted AI / Astromech system that allows his astromech to remain in him,complete with a security spike for hacking purposes, with a shell unit in the ship in case of the need for emergency repairs and such.
I'm pretty on board with hidden weapons, as I've done that before with characters and it's always a good time. So by all means, as long as things aren't too over the top. The AI though less so, as I'm not entirely sure how such a thing would go down in the SW setting, and unsure if you could miniaturize the necessary components enough to implant the processors into the prosthetics and still have enough room in there for necessary functions.
And 3. Is there an ongoing struggle/war/skirmishes going on between the republic and other factions that could be the origin of the injury and if so how long has the fighting been gong on. If not I can make the injury come from fighting off some pirates or such
Yes, but also no. Mandalore operates on about six or so planets with constant training exercises, patrols their space for pirates and what not and aggressively defends their borders, but they aren't in an actual open conflict with anyone in particular just yet. The Hutts agitate against them constantly of course, but they're still bitter that they have to pay more for their Mandalorian mercs than before and that there's extra rules involved. What there is though, is the Banner. The Mandalorian Banners are essentially free companies that go out and are contracted to do military work for the various powers, namely the Empire against the CIS. That could have been where your guy got his injury, as the Empire never actually stopped fighting the Clone Wars.
@Whirligig Oh man, can he be a part of Gui's crew?
Yes! Ex-empire meets ex-CIS could make for some interesting interaction
Red7VII Magnificent Bastard
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Definitely seems exciting. Color me interested!
The Elvenqueen An Elven Jedi
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Throwing down my interest! Gonna take some time today and tomorrow to give everything a read over and work out a concept of some sort as a starting point!
Arthanus Grey Jedi
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Lieutenant Debecca Esscan
|{Character Name}|
Debecca Esscan
| {Age} |
32
| {Species} |
Rodian
| {Gender} |
Male
| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |
No
| {Appearance} |
1.6m Tall, Green Skin, Dark Green Eyes, short brown hair, Clan Tattoos down left arm
| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |
-DE-10 Blaster Pistol (modified for Rodian Grip, holstered on left hip contrary to picture)
-x2 V-1 thermal detonator (Right Hip)
-VibroBlade Dagger (sheathed with Blaster)
-Flight Suit
-1 set of normal clothes, loose fitting blue shirt, black pants
-Z-95 Headhunter Heavy Variant
-Cybernetic Arm A cybernetic limb starting from his left shoulder, although designed to mimic a Rodian arm and hand it is not a perfect reconstruction. Fitted with a Dur-24 wrist laser
-Cybernetic Leg, unlike the arm Debecca’s leg is clearly Cybernetic foregoing the real looking as his leg would rarely be seen by others, starts at his kneecap.
-x2 V-1 thermal detonator (Right Hip)
-VibroBlade Dagger (sheathed with Blaster)
-Flight Suit
-1 set of normal clothes, loose fitting blue shirt, black pants
-Z-95 Headhunter Heavy Variant
-Cybernetic Arm A cybernetic limb starting from his left shoulder, although designed to mimic a Rodian arm and hand it is not a perfect reconstruction. Fitted with a Dur-24 wrist laser
-Cybernetic Leg, unlike the arm Debecca’s leg is clearly Cybernetic foregoing the real looking as his leg would rarely be seen by others, starts at his kneecap.
| {Physical Abilities} |
-Ace Pilot, With ten years of combat experience Debecca is a damn good pilot and it’s been said that a few different commanders have gotten in fights trying to secure his skills.
-Decent Shot, although not a dead eye Debecca still trains almost daily with his blaster to keep himself capable in case of a ground fight.
-Decent Shot, although not a dead eye Debecca still trains almost daily with his blaster to keep himself capable in case of a ground fight.
| {Limitations} |
-Not good in the cold. Due to his cybernetic limbs alongside his almost reptilian nature Debecca doesn’t do as well in the cold. In mildly cold environments his nubs will start to pain him which can lead to all the normal symptoms of being constantly in pain.
-Still not used to this, although it has been three years since his accident Debecca still isn’t fully used to his cybernetic arm just yet. he may fumble to grab onto something with it or misjudge his reach at times.
-Still not used to this, although it has been three years since his accident Debecca still isn’t fully used to his cybernetic arm just yet. he may fumble to grab onto something with it or misjudge his reach at times.
| {Personality} |
Due to leading a hard life, Debecca doesn’t open up to people quickly. He comes off as stern and harsh quickly getting to the point of what he is trying to say. But once you get to know him you find out he does care about his comrades even if he doesn’t outright show it all the time. Also luckily despite his skills he doesn’t come off as a hotshot pilot who brags about every time they down an enemy.
| {Place of Origin} |
Belsmuth II
| {Background} |
Born on Belsmuth II Debecca was Orphaned at an early age, and with no one willing to take care of him he grew up on the streets. his first few years or urchin life was filled with stealing what he could and taking whatever handouts others were willing to give him. That all changed on the day he tried to pickpocket from a Charles Esscan, Admiral in the Republic Navy. Debecca’s arm caught as he had attempted to take the credit chit from the man’s pocket. The man looked down at the boy who despite the intimidating presence before him stood strong staring defiantly and trying to wrench his arm free. It was then Debecca was given a life changing choice either go with the Admiral and become a soldier or be taken to the police. Debecca choose to follow the Admiral and although he now had a home, he was till alone with no real family
During this time at Admiral Esscan’s estate Debecca was put through intense training as Admiral Esscan was grooming the child to become a soldier. Each day was a new set of drills followed by housework, then more drills, and finally well after dark he was able to return to the hovel that was his home. Through these years the young boy was broken and reforged countless times. Even as the Clone Wars came to their “close” things didn’t really change, the flag above Admiral Esscan’s home changed from that of the Galactic Republic to that of Mandalore. In fact, the only real change was that Debecca’s training was increased and the boy was pushed harder, and it all copulated to what was his 15th birthday in which Admiral Esscan officially adopted the boy and sent him off to the military academy on Corellia. After the hellish regiment his father had put him through for all those years the Military academy was nothing. Debecca was top of his class in almost every aspect. And blew through the academy courses with ease. Although at this time he was little more than a robot doing as he was programed.
After graduating Debecca almost instantly enrolled into the Mandalorian Navy as a pilot. He has spent the past 14 years in the Mandalorian Navy . It was these years away from his father’s influence that Debecca started to open up again he grew from being a robot programed to kill into what he would like to consider a decent person. After years of hard work Debecca had worked his way up to Lieutenant But then three years ago it happened, Debecca's ship went down. The mission was to escort a supply ship to the Cheravh sector to aid with the building of a military base on the planet Cheravh. Things had been quiet and they were in the home stretch. Then an entire battalion of pirates dropped out of hyperspace. The fight was fierce and Debecca and his crew was able to score 5 confirmed kills during the battle and even ensured that the supplies made it planet side. Then the sensors went wild navigation, and power went dead and his ship went down. The ARC survived reentry into the planet’s atmosphere and Debecca fought his hardest to make it a survivable crash somehow bringing the ship down in a forest near the construction site. The rest of his crew was dead by the time the rescue team arrived although Debecca had survived. But he did not come out unscathed. Although he was saved, he lost his right arm and leg in the process. After he was returned home Admiral Esscan immediately put in the rec to have his son fitted for Cybernetic replacement limbs.
Debecca has spent most of the last three years in rehabilitation after the accident and with him finally being cleared to return to action he reenlisted with a new gift from his father a Z-95 headhunter Heavy variant giving him the ability to pilot a decent fighter without having to have a crew to help or hinder him, as his father blamed the crew for the failure after reviewing the back box
Debecca also has put his name on the list to become a pilot of the T-65 X wing if the ship becomes available
During this time at Admiral Esscan’s estate Debecca was put through intense training as Admiral Esscan was grooming the child to become a soldier. Each day was a new set of drills followed by housework, then more drills, and finally well after dark he was able to return to the hovel that was his home. Through these years the young boy was broken and reforged countless times. Even as the Clone Wars came to their “close” things didn’t really change, the flag above Admiral Esscan’s home changed from that of the Galactic Republic to that of Mandalore. In fact, the only real change was that Debecca’s training was increased and the boy was pushed harder, and it all copulated to what was his 15th birthday in which Admiral Esscan officially adopted the boy and sent him off to the military academy on Corellia. After the hellish regiment his father had put him through for all those years the Military academy was nothing. Debecca was top of his class in almost every aspect. And blew through the academy courses with ease. Although at this time he was little more than a robot doing as he was programed.
After graduating Debecca almost instantly enrolled into the Mandalorian Navy as a pilot. He has spent the past 14 years in the Mandalorian Navy . It was these years away from his father’s influence that Debecca started to open up again he grew from being a robot programed to kill into what he would like to consider a decent person. After years of hard work Debecca had worked his way up to Lieutenant But then three years ago it happened, Debecca's ship went down. The mission was to escort a supply ship to the Cheravh sector to aid with the building of a military base on the planet Cheravh. Things had been quiet and they were in the home stretch. Then an entire battalion of pirates dropped out of hyperspace. The fight was fierce and Debecca and his crew was able to score 5 confirmed kills during the battle and even ensured that the supplies made it planet side. Then the sensors went wild navigation, and power went dead and his ship went down. The ARC survived reentry into the planet’s atmosphere and Debecca fought his hardest to make it a survivable crash somehow bringing the ship down in a forest near the construction site. The rest of his crew was dead by the time the rescue team arrived although Debecca had survived. But he did not come out unscathed. Although he was saved, he lost his right arm and leg in the process. After he was returned home Admiral Esscan immediately put in the rec to have his son fitted for Cybernetic replacement limbs.
Debecca has spent most of the last three years in rehabilitation after the accident and with him finally being cleared to return to action he reenlisted with a new gift from his father a Z-95 headhunter Heavy variant giving him the ability to pilot a decent fighter without having to have a crew to help or hinder him, as his father blamed the crew for the failure after reviewing the back box
Debecca also has put his name on the list to become a pilot of the T-65 X wing if the ship becomes available
JessieTargaryen Celestial Queen-in-Waiting
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Definitely seems exciting. Color me interested!
Glad to hear it! I can slap out a discord invite you in PM soon.
Throwing down my interest! Gonna take some time today and tomorrow to give everything a read over and work out a concept of some sort as a starting point!
Hey stranger! Discord invite will be slapped your way soon!
Lieutenant Debecca Esscan
|{Character Name}|Debecca Esscan
| {Age} |32
| {Species} |Rodian
| {Gender} |Male
| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |No
| {Appearance} |1.6m Tall, Green Skin, Dark Green Eyes, short brown hair, Clan Tattoos down left arm
| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |-DE-10 Blaster Pistol (modified for Rodian Grip, holstered on left hip contrary to picture)
-x2 V-1 thermal detonator (Right Hip)
-VibroBlade Dagger (sheathed with Blaster)
-Flight Suit
-1 set of normal clothes, loose fitting blue shirt, black pants
-Z-95 Headhunter Heavy Variant
-Cybernetic Arm A cybernetic limb starting from his left shoulder, although designed to mimic a Rodian arm and hand it is not a perfect reconstruction. Fitted with a Dur-24 wrist laser
-Cybernetic Leg, unlike the arm Debecca’s leg is clearly Cybernetic foregoing the real looking as his leg would rarely be seen by others, starts at his kneecap.
| {Physical Abilities} |-Ace Pilot, With ten years of combat experience Debecca is a damn good pilot and it’s been said that a few different commanders have gotten in fights trying to secure his skills.
-Decent Shot, although not a dead eye Debecca still trains almost daily with his blaster to keep himself capable in case of a ground fight.
| {Limitations} |-Not good in the cold. Due to his cybernetic limbs alongside his almost reptilian nature Debecca doesn’t do as well in the cold. In mildly cold environments his nubs will start to pain him which can lead to all the normal symptoms of being constantly in pain.
-Still not used to this, although it has been three years since his accident Debecca still isn’t fully used to his cybernetic arm just yet. he may fumble to grab onto something with it or misjudge his reach at times.
| {Personality} |Due to leading a hard life, Debecca doesn’t open up to people quickly. He comes off as stern and harsh quickly getting to the point of what he is trying to say. But once you get to know him you find out he does care about his comrades even if he doesn’t outright show it all the time. Also luckily despite his skills he doesn’t come off as a hotshot pilot who brags about every time they down an enemy.
| {Place of Origin} |Corellia
| {Background} |Born on Corellia Debecca was Orphaned at an early age, and with no one willing to take care of him he grew up on the streets. his first few years or urchin life was filled with stealing what he could and taking whatever handouts others were willing to give him. That all changed on the day he tried to pickpocket from a Charles Esscan, Admiral in the Republic Navy. On that day Debecca received the beating of his life. But for some reason Admiral Esscan decided to show mercy and after beating the child half to death took him home treated his injuries and even allowed Debecca to stay in his home. After an examination it was determined Debecca was 9 at this time, and although he now had a home he was till alone with no real family.
During this time at Admiral Esscan’s estate Debecca was put through intense training as Admiral Esscan was grooming the child to become a soldier. Each day was a new set of drills followed by housework, then more drills, and finally well after dark he was able to return to the hovel that was his home. Through these years the young boy was broken and reforged countless times. Even as the Clone Wars came to their “close” things didn’t really change, the flag above Admiral Esscan’s home changed from that of the Galactic Republic to that of Mandalore. Infact the only real change was that Debecca’s training was increased and the boy was pushed harder, and it all copulated to what was his 15th birthday in which Admiral Esscan officially adopted the boy and sent him off to the military academy on Corellia. After the hellish regiment his father had put him through for all those years the Military academy was nothing. Debecca was top of his class in almost every aspect. And blew through the academy courses with ease. Although at this time he was little more than a robot doing as he was programed.
After graduating Debecca almost instantly enrolled into the republic Navy as a pilot. He has spent the past 14 years in the military with multiple tours of duty spent fighting for Empire against the CIS. It was these years away from his father’s influence that Debecca started to open up again he grew from being a robot programed to kill into what he would like to consider a decent person. After years of hard work Debecca had worked his way up to Lieutenant (Assuming were using Navy Ranks) But then three years ago it happened, Debecca was shot down, Tatooine… it had to be Tatooine… His ARC fighter was shot down after escorting a bombing run on a CIS facility. It was a bad crash the rest of his crew died after the ship slammed into one of the nearby settlements. Debecca himself would have died if it hadn’t of been for some locals who pulled him out of the wreckage. But he did not come out unscathed. Although he was saved, he lost his right arm and leg in the process. After he was returned home Admiral Esscan immediately put in the rec to have his son fitted for Cybernetic replacement limbs.
Debecca has spent most of the last three years in rehabilitation after the accident and with him finally being cleared to return to action he reenlisted with a new gift from his father a Z-95 headhunter Heavy variant giving him the ability to pilot a decent fighter without having to have a crew to help or hinder him, as his father blamed the original crash on the incompetence of the co-pilot after reviewing the black box. Debecca also has put his name on the list to become a pilot of the T-65 X wing if the ship becomes available
I cannot review your CS right now, as I have college stuff soon. But I am leaving this post as a reminder to myself to take a look later!
Legion X51 Cap'n Fluff
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| {Full Name} |
Darth Rashaaq Endymion Kirileth, Dark Lord of the Sith & Hammer of the Empire
| {Age} |
Biological Age - 57 years old
Chronological Age - 3,699 years
Chronological Age - 3,699 years
| {Species} |
Pureblood Sith (estimated 85% Sith heritage, 15% non-Sith, majority human)
| {Gender} |
Male
| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |
Force Sensitive: Yes
Force Alignment: Pretty solidly dark side, however Rashaaq uses the Dark Side of the Force as a weapon, not as a way of life. He tempers the dark side as one would temper a sword, forging and moulding it to his own desire. Though not always successful, Rashaaq nevertheless strives to avoid falling to the temptations of easy power that the Dark Side offers in exchange for corruption - as a result, he lacks many (but not all) of the signs of dark side corruption that mar and twist the features of so many of his kind.
Force Alignment: Pretty solidly dark side, however Rashaaq uses the Dark Side of the Force as a weapon, not as a way of life. He tempers the dark side as one would temper a sword, forging and moulding it to his own desire. Though not always successful, Rashaaq nevertheless strives to avoid falling to the temptations of easy power that the Dark Side offers in exchange for corruption - as a result, he lacks many (but not all) of the signs of dark side corruption that mar and twist the features of so many of his kind.
| {Appearance} |
Rashaaq is a giant of a man. Standing at about seven and a half feet tall, he towers over almost all other humanoid species save for a select few (such as Gen'Dai and some Wookiees), and his frame is suitably heavy to match. With short, jet-black hair, grey eyes (of which his right has a scar prominently running vertically across it), and only sparse jewellery, Rashaaq cuts a spartan, austere figure, befitting of his status as a legendary warrior of a long-lost era of galactic history. Dressed in his armour, Rashaaq is transformed from a monolith into a terrifying leviathan of combat. His armour is a relic of history - a black cuirass of unknown material (rumoured to be durasteel with cortosis weave) and black pauldrons of the same material adorn his upper body, with a grey bodysuit on his upper arms meeting black armoured vambraces at the elbow, with integrated gauntlets protecting his hands. His thighs sport the same dark grey as his upper arms, but are protected by plates of interlocking durasteel for maximum flexibility and protection, whilst his lower leg is protected by all-encompassing armoured boots - again, made of the same material as his breastplate.
| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |
Rashaaq's Lightsaber: Rashaaq's primary weapon when fighting Force users, Rashaaq's lightsaber, as one might imagine, sports a crimson-coloured blade, owing to the synthetic kyber crystal within the weapon. It is somewhat larger and heavier than your average saber, however, due to Rashaaq's strength and size, more akin to a cross between a regular saber and a greatsaber.
Ryndarra's Lightsaber: Rashaaq's daughter Ryndarra was a Jedi Knight of note during the Old Republic era, particularly during the Second Galactic War that broke out in 3642 BBY between the Sith Empire and Old Republic. On Corellia is where father and daughter crossed sabers, and Ryndarra was soundly defeated by Rashaaq in a duel between them. Cutting his saber across her eye (in a very similar manner to his own scar), Rashaaq also took Ryndarra's saber as a reminder to her that she still had a long way to go before she would hope to cross him again and emerge victorious. The fact he still has it says the rest.
Rashaaq's Combat Armour: Well, you didn't think I would spend that long writing about his armour only for him not to wear it, did you?
Modified Power Hammer: It's a power hammer, and it's his. The head and shaft of this power hammer have been replaced by a durasteel-cortosis weave to better resist lightsaber strikes, and to add further weight (and thusly concussive striking power) to the hammer. Wielded in conjunction with an arm or hand-mounted personal energy shield, Rashaaq has trained in the art of hammer combat as well as lightsaber duelling - a tactic that although seen as strange by his contemporaries, is remarkably effective against those unused to such a fighting style.
Ryndarra's Lightsaber: Rashaaq's daughter Ryndarra was a Jedi Knight of note during the Old Republic era, particularly during the Second Galactic War that broke out in 3642 BBY between the Sith Empire and Old Republic. On Corellia is where father and daughter crossed sabers, and Ryndarra was soundly defeated by Rashaaq in a duel between them. Cutting his saber across her eye (in a very similar manner to his own scar), Rashaaq also took Ryndarra's saber as a reminder to her that she still had a long way to go before she would hope to cross him again and emerge victorious. The fact he still has it says the rest.
Rashaaq's Combat Armour: Well, you didn't think I would spend that long writing about his armour only for him not to wear it, did you?
Modified Power Hammer: It's a power hammer, and it's his. The head and shaft of this power hammer have been replaced by a durasteel-cortosis weave to better resist lightsaber strikes, and to add further weight (and thusly concussive striking power) to the hammer. Wielded in conjunction with an arm or hand-mounted personal energy shield, Rashaaq has trained in the art of hammer combat as well as lightsaber duelling - a tactic that although seen as strange by his contemporaries, is remarkably effective against those unused to such a fighting style.
| {Physical Abilities} |
Form III Level: Master - Rashaaq is a master of defensive fighting, able to weather aggressive flurries of attacks by single or multiple opponents. Rashaaq relies on Soresu primarily to tire the opponent and leave them open for a more aggressive counter-strike using his other Form: Form V, Djem So. Djem So's lack of counters to blaster fire is easily made up for by Soresu's focus on defence, though Rashaaq is not as adept at Form V as Form III, as one might imagine.
Form V Level: Adept - The yang to Soresu's yin, once Rashaaq has tired the enemy by forcing them to always take the offensive, Rashaaq will counter with quick, aggressive strikes that force the opponent onto the defensive abruptly, allowing Rashaaq to pry for openings into an opponent's defences and exploit them either with a saber or with the Force.
Blaster Combat: An uncivilised form of combat, to be sure. Nevertheless, Rashaaq has trained with both blaster pistols and rifles.
Hammer Combat: Hammer Combat- wait, what the hell? Hammers? Yes, you read that correctly. Rashaaq, seeking another weapon with which to train, chose to train in the art of using a power hammer of all things to complement his strength and resilience, together with a personal energy shield in his left hand. As stated earlier, though this raised a few eyebrows in the ranks of the Sith, those who saw the tactic first-hand could not deny its effectiveness, particularly in close-quarters environments aboard ships or in corridors. Many Imperial soldiers owed their lives to Rashaaq leading the charge and soaking up much of the blaster fire from defending Republic soldiers on ship-to-ship boarding actions, and watching as Rashaaq's hammer smashed aside any obstacle that barred his path, be it flesh or durasteel.
Form V Level: Adept - The yang to Soresu's yin, once Rashaaq has tired the enemy by forcing them to always take the offensive, Rashaaq will counter with quick, aggressive strikes that force the opponent onto the defensive abruptly, allowing Rashaaq to pry for openings into an opponent's defences and exploit them either with a saber or with the Force.
Blaster Combat: An uncivilised form of combat, to be sure. Nevertheless, Rashaaq has trained with both blaster pistols and rifles.
Hammer Combat: Hammer Combat- wait, what the hell? Hammers? Yes, you read that correctly. Rashaaq, seeking another weapon with which to train, chose to train in the art of using a power hammer of all things to complement his strength and resilience, together with a personal energy shield in his left hand. As stated earlier, though this raised a few eyebrows in the ranks of the Sith, those who saw the tactic first-hand could not deny its effectiveness, particularly in close-quarters environments aboard ships or in corridors. Many Imperial soldiers owed their lives to Rashaaq leading the charge and soaking up much of the blaster fire from defending Republic soldiers on ship-to-ship boarding actions, and watching as Rashaaq's hammer smashed aside any obstacle that barred his path, be it flesh or durasteel.
| {Force Abilities} |
Force Lightning: Master - The one, the only, the most iconic of all Dark Side Force powers, Rashaaq's mastery of force lightning is extensive. Able to create coruscating hurricanes of Force lightning at his most powerful, Rashaaq can devastate entire platoons of soldiers with a blast of lightning so powerful it can melt through durasteel. Rashaaq also knows the powers of Force Tempest, Force Storm and a primitive form of Lightning Shield.
Telekinesis: Master - What's a Sith that can't raise people from the ground and choke them to death as they scrabble at their throat frantically, clawing and gasping for air? Or a Sith that can't throw a power hammer with such strength that it can blast through even reinforced barricades?
Force Rage: Master - So much anger. So much rage.
Force Strength: Master - Rashaaq, despite his considerable natural strength, has always pushed himself to the limits of physical endurance - Force Strength is one way he found to go further than the limits of the physical and into the power beyond. Commonly used in tandem with his hammer and arm shield, Force Strength amplifies the effects of his power hammer even further, allowing Rashaaq to crack even the toughest of stronghold defences...
Force Healing: Adept - As befitting a defensive fighter, Rashaaq is actually able to use the Force to heal injuries sustained by either himself or those close by him. He can't heal mortal wounds, of course, nor can he restore severed limbs, but he can heal most injuries one can find on a typical battlefield, ranging from blaster bolt impacts to lightsaber injuries. He can also channel his fury into Force energy in order to restore his own injuries.
Force Maelstrom: Adept - A combination of Force Protection, Force Lightning and Telekinesis, Force Maelstrom is a devastating combination. From sources: "First, the user would form a Force Bubble around their body, concealing and protecting them inside. Then, any loose objects/persons around the user would swirl around the bubble, through telekinesis. The user would devastate the objects by blasting them away, in a surge of Force lightning. Finally would release the energy gathered by forming the Maelstrom in all directions, similarly to the Force Repulse."
Force Destruction: Beginner - From Rashaaq's deeper exploration of the Dark Side of the Force came his ability with the terrifyingly-named Force Destruction. Described by onlookers as channelling a massive amount of Force energy and directing it in a single energy field that tore whatever was in its way apart, Force Destruction, despite its strength, is a power Rashaaq has never used, even in dire situations, and one he has limited knowledge of dealing with. It is a tiring and stressful Force power, and can leave Rashaaq drained of energy before a fight has truly begun.
Telekinesis: Master - What's a Sith that can't raise people from the ground and choke them to death as they scrabble at their throat frantically, clawing and gasping for air? Or a Sith that can't throw a power hammer with such strength that it can blast through even reinforced barricades?
Force Rage: Master - So much anger. So much rage.
Force Strength: Master - Rashaaq, despite his considerable natural strength, has always pushed himself to the limits of physical endurance - Force Strength is one way he found to go further than the limits of the physical and into the power beyond. Commonly used in tandem with his hammer and arm shield, Force Strength amplifies the effects of his power hammer even further, allowing Rashaaq to crack even the toughest of stronghold defences...
Force Healing: Adept - As befitting a defensive fighter, Rashaaq is actually able to use the Force to heal injuries sustained by either himself or those close by him. He can't heal mortal wounds, of course, nor can he restore severed limbs, but he can heal most injuries one can find on a typical battlefield, ranging from blaster bolt impacts to lightsaber injuries. He can also channel his fury into Force energy in order to restore his own injuries.
Force Maelstrom: Adept - A combination of Force Protection, Force Lightning and Telekinesis, Force Maelstrom is a devastating combination. From sources: "First, the user would form a Force Bubble around their body, concealing and protecting them inside. Then, any loose objects/persons around the user would swirl around the bubble, through telekinesis. The user would devastate the objects by blasting them away, in a surge of Force lightning. Finally would release the energy gathered by forming the Maelstrom in all directions, similarly to the Force Repulse."
Force Destruction: Beginner - From Rashaaq's deeper exploration of the Dark Side of the Force came his ability with the terrifyingly-named Force Destruction. Described by onlookers as channelling a massive amount of Force energy and directing it in a single energy field that tore whatever was in its way apart, Force Destruction, despite its strength, is a power Rashaaq has never used, even in dire situations, and one he has limited knowledge of dealing with. It is a tiring and stressful Force power, and can leave Rashaaq drained of energy before a fight has truly begun.
| {Limitations} |
Culture Shock: It's been over three and a half thousand years, and much has changed since the days of the Sith Empire and Old Republic. Though some things remain the same, much of the new galaxy is unfamiliar to Rashaaq, as are the major actors on the galactic stage. It will take quite some getting used to before he's fully up to date on the galaxy as it stands.
That's a Long Sleep, Sir: Three and a half thousand years in carbonite stasis is a long time. It could even kill him to bring him out of it, if he's not careful. Though he can heal much of the immediate damage, it is likely that Rashaaq will not be in fighting condition for quite some time after his re-awakening, which in a way is somewhat beneficial - it will take time to re-adjust to his new environment, after all.
The Last of His Kind: Rashaaq is, to his knowledge, the only surviving Pureblood Sith in the galaxy. This will be hard to disguise, which means any activities that require disguising oneself or hiding one's identity will not be ideal for Rashaaq. The size doesn't help either, but you can't really hide the fact he's a member of a race long-thought dead in the galaxy at large.
That's a Long Sleep, Sir: Three and a half thousand years in carbonite stasis is a long time. It could even kill him to bring him out of it, if he's not careful. Though he can heal much of the immediate damage, it is likely that Rashaaq will not be in fighting condition for quite some time after his re-awakening, which in a way is somewhat beneficial - it will take time to re-adjust to his new environment, after all.
The Last of His Kind: Rashaaq is, to his knowledge, the only surviving Pureblood Sith in the galaxy. This will be hard to disguise, which means any activities that require disguising oneself or hiding one's identity will not be ideal for Rashaaq. The size doesn't help either, but you can't really hide the fact he's a member of a race long-thought dead in the galaxy at large.
| {Personality} |
| {Place of Origin} |
Born on the Imperial capital of Dromund Kaas to the Sith Purebloods Ryndarra Kirileth 'the Elder' and Kroshan Tornos, Rashaaq was raised in his infancy by his mother until the age of six, where he attended the Sith Academy on Korriban. However, whilst you can take the man out of Kaas City, but you can't take the Kaas City out of the man.
| {Background} |
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I'm just going to toss Mor'ann into this fray of character sheets. She's not much, but 'ey. And I'm still editing her a bit here and there. (I promise I will stop on the 2nd.)
| {Full Name} |
| {Age} |
| {Species} |
| {Gender} |
| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |
| {Appearance} |
| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |
| {Physical Abilities} |
| {Force Abilities} |
| {Limitations} |
| {Personality} |
| {Place of Origin} |
| {Background} |
Mor'gann 'Mor' Arnhar
| {Full Name} |
Mor'gann Arnhar
| {Age} |
16
| {Species} |
Human
| {Gender} |
Female
| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |
Yes - Grey
| {Appearance} |
The first word to come to mind when one is looking at Mor’ would be the worn and dated clothing that speaks of a far more barbaric nature that does not fit with an age of space. Wearing a soft shirt of some cloth under a hardened leather tunic-vest, the latter of dark maalraas leather. One shoulder would be adorned with a pauldron made from the hardened spine of a zakkeg and her forearms would be armored with battered and chipped plasteel. With soft leather breeches layered over with hardened sections and hard leather boots that lace up her legs, all under a cloak of drexl leather.
Not cutting the most imposing figure, Mor stands at five feet and seven inches and is lean from a life of little food and more work that would be reasonable. Scarred from various fights and hunts, the most notable is scar pulling down one corner of her lips into a slight grimace. Her yellow eyes, hinting at her blood not being purely human, are shocking when ringed with the dark paint she circles them with and her chin-length black hair. Her nose looks like it has been broken before and healed into something resembling a beak.
Not cutting the most imposing figure, Mor stands at five feet and seven inches and is lean from a life of little food and more work that would be reasonable. Scarred from various fights and hunts, the most notable is scar pulling down one corner of her lips into a slight grimace. Her yellow eyes, hinting at her blood not being purely human, are shocking when ringed with the dark paint she circles them with and her chin-length black hair. Her nose looks like it has been broken before and healed into something resembling a beak.
| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |
Soft leather breeches, a tunic-vest of maalraas leather looking several years old and patched, leather boots, scarred and chipped plasteel bracers, hardened leather vest, a zakkeg plate for a shoulder pauldron, a cloak of drexl skin, unstable and old lightsaber (red) and an old albeit well cared for blaster. She also has several knives upon her person. Two for skinning, one for the butchering of meat, and another for fighting.
In a pack, she carries a small pot, and several tokens from creatures she's killed. Fangs from Maalraas, Drexls, and Bomas to name some. Several hides from the creatures of Dxun to use as barter. A basic kit to set up a camp and a first aid kit made up of a variety of the herbs used on Dxun.
In a pack, she carries a small pot, and several tokens from creatures she's killed. Fangs from Maalraas, Drexls, and Bomas to name some. Several hides from the creatures of Dxun to use as barter. A basic kit to set up a camp and a first aid kit made up of a variety of the herbs used on Dxun.
| {Physical Abilities} |
Naturally agile and dexterous, Mor took up moving unnoticed and silently due to her situation as an outcast. She has a very keen eye for detail and picking up on situations with a sharp ear. While quick on her feet, she can't always avoid taking damage and has learned how to endure. She can go a bit longer than others with less food, but it does take just as much a toll. She is very quick to pick up on things and is often doing something with her hands. Trained as a Shaman by her mentor, Mor'gann's memory and perception are sharp.
| {Force Abilities} |
Running a bit faster than normal and force jumping when running away from something. Being a bit more aware of her surroundings while looking out for danger. Blending a bit more with shadows when slipping through very tense areas where being seen would be VERY bad.
| {Limitations} |
As she lived on Dxun until a short time ago, Mor is very limited in what she knows. Including language, which she speaks a combination of Old Mandella, High Galactic, Ancient Sith melded into an odd dialect. Though she does understand enough in the main language to get her point across herself.
| {Personality} |
She doesn’t often speak and with good reason for what had she to say that people would listen to, especially a coward like her? Still her thirst for knowledge is insatiable and her desire for it is nearly boundless. A loner among the clans of her tribe on Dxun, Mor watched and listened rather than embroil herself into the games of politics of the village. Hardened at the fact of taking a life, Mor has little quarelm if it comes to such an act, though she will spare someone just as often as kill them. If her tribe was not so relentless about stamping out weakness. A fact that later made her leery of accepting aid from others, and more often seeking ways to even out the supposed ‘debt’. An odd fact as she was prone to giving favors to the weak or small in the village and asking for nothing in return. In her eyes, it was pointless to make things harder on them and if she built some good will, then all the better. Not that good will was built.
If one were to get to know her, Mor would be snide and snarky individual. With a penchant for dry humor and pessimism. She has a very firm ‘no’ which she will use repeatedly and can really dig in her heels on a matter. Prone to flights of panic and nerves when confronted with what she would consider a ‘hopeless’ situation, unusual as she is usually considering the possibility of her death.
If one were to get to know her, Mor would be snide and snarky individual. With a penchant for dry humor and pessimism. She has a very firm ‘no’ which she will use repeatedly and can really dig in her heels on a matter. Prone to flights of panic and nerves when confronted with what she would consider a ‘hopeless’ situation, unusual as she is usually considering the possibility of her death.
| {Place of Origin} |
Dxun. A backwater moon circling the planet Onderon, where death is a constant threat. The civilization that Mor'ann comes from dwelt in the village that dwelt near the Tomb of Freedon Naad, a place where power and strength were one and the same. The village was a simple thing with small fields surrounding various huts for storage and the clans of the village. The middle most ring being those of the children cast out of their clan houses to train with others of their age to become hunters in their time. Mor’s mother was a self-serving woman. Jealous and greedy in her pursuit for the best that could be offered no matter the means. It was this that led her to her death shortly after Mor had been given over at six to live within a children's huts.
The resources on Dxun are limited to the many creatures and what could be gathered and quickly. The many past battles and struggle to build places on Dxun left the hostile planet with a scattering of the remains. From old mandalorian armors and weapons to the remains sealed away in the temple. While the village seldom interacted with outsiders they did get the occasional trader looking to buy low and sell high, gaining the skins of various creatures and the odd relic from the temple of Freedon Naad. The farming and making of the clothing and tools the village needed were left to those too young, old, or feeble who did not have what it took to hunt for themselves. Those on the bottom of the social order. The exception to this and holding the middle ground between the weak and strong were the shamans. The hunters were physical fighters and were reluctant and distrustful about anything they themselves could not fight. Such as a possessed and haunted temple. A rumor passed down from generation to generation and kept alive by the odd strange sighting within the beskar temple. Thus the shamans were kept fed and cared for by their apprentices and those hunters who had excess.
The resources on Dxun are limited to the many creatures and what could be gathered and quickly. The many past battles and struggle to build places on Dxun left the hostile planet with a scattering of the remains. From old mandalorian armors and weapons to the remains sealed away in the temple. While the village seldom interacted with outsiders they did get the occasional trader looking to buy low and sell high, gaining the skins of various creatures and the odd relic from the temple of Freedon Naad. The farming and making of the clothing and tools the village needed were left to those too young, old, or feeble who did not have what it took to hunt for themselves. Those on the bottom of the social order. The exception to this and holding the middle ground between the weak and strong were the shamans. The hunters were physical fighters and were reluctant and distrustful about anything they themselves could not fight. Such as a possessed and haunted temple. A rumor passed down from generation to generation and kept alive by the odd strange sighting within the beskar temple. Thus the shamans were kept fed and cared for by their apprentices and those hunters who had excess.
| {Background} |
Born to Tau’ra of the Arnhar Clan and one of her many tryst, Mor'gann's mother didn't pay much attention to the daughter once she was six years of age. It was a common practice among those who were strong enough to hunt to leave their offspring with groups of others about the same age. They would learn from the elders who had achieved a great deal in the prime of their years ruthlessly taught the younger generations the basics of the skills they would need later in life. These groups were given housing in the barracks built for their use if their families didn't keep room for them in their clan hall. This caused new clans to form of youths that grew up together rather than returning to the halls of their ancestors. Mor in her youth was small and slight, a trait that brought the mockery of the other children who were larger and stronger than her. She learned quickly how to avoid detection and left the barracks she had been groups in shortly after being placed in there. There were several other children who shared the same mindset as her, and most left their lessons to eek out an existence farming the land for what little it could give. The choices were that or to die off. A sad but brutal truth. Weakness was not an acceptable trait on Dxun.
Mor stuck through the lessons however, learning how to hunt the less dangerous beasts and how to avoid other children who would seek her out for trouble. Often trouble was often pinned on Mor as well, no matter whether or not she was actually involved in it. For four years she fought ruthless and dirty for everything. Drawing more dislike from her peers for her methods which were deemed cowardly. Mor would lead away a tormentor or two and then systematically trick them up and beat them or lead them into trouble where the same thing would happen. It was in the small girl’s best interest to avoid out right fights though she was being trained in them. For her engage in one would turn a mob against her as their barrack would join.
When she was ten though, things changed dramatically. One of the shamans of the clan had taken an apprentice but the young fool had died due to fighting a pack of Maalraas and losing. Noted for her Sensitive to the energies of the Temple, Mor was picked from a line-up along with another boy about her age who was not so attuned. The elders of the village were eager of this chance to get rid of a ‘coward’. So it was decided that the two would fight, and so they did. It was a close match and Mor put the boy down hard. Leaving him alive as an act of mercy, which was not acceptable. The boy was shamed and in his anger gave Mor the scar that marred her face into a grimace. He would have killed her, but Mor was far faster and crushed his throat with her staff. Leaving him gasping on the ground as death claimed him. Mor’gann learned the hardest lesson of her young life then. She could not afford mercy in a fight, and so she began her training to be a Shaman.
Something that hovered between a student and a servant to the old man. Hunting and helping him in his care of the temple to keep the spirit that dwelled there at bay. Mor spent long hours honing her skills fighting with the staff and vibro blades the clan kept. The enemies of her youth still tried to corner her and with far less success. Being a Shaman’s offered some protection what it did not, her own far more ruthless nature did. Now instead of merely leading astray a few to leave them with broken bones rather than bruises. Some never returned, and no fingers could be pointed at Mor as there were other rivalry or causes. Especially when the hunters would find the missing person with wounds from a zakkeg or maalraas, a far more likely cause. In truth, Mor led them away and left them wounded. Their death was not a direct result but she did have a hand in it.
The elders however were growing more suspicious, especially when treasured prizes were going missing though she was not involved with this (except for the pauldron of a zakkeg). Suspecting her days were number, a fact furthered by the illness that had befallen the Shaman she studied under. Mor gave her mentor, a decent man if harsh, a more worthy death than the disease. Slitting his throat to make his passing far faster. She had no desire to remain on Dxun and to serve the village as a shaman. There were other places and options for where else did the trades that sometimes descend upon the ruins come from? Paying off one with hides and a few trinkets from her mentor, Mor left the village with one last act of treason. She killed the four guards to the village’s artifact, a relic lightsaber that had been found in the temple years ago. A feat that left her partly wounded, not that she inform the pilot of this. The killing of the guards had not been her intent but if they had learned of the deed before she was off the planet it would have meant her death. The price for her flight was a couple of years worth of hides and trinkets, but Mor’ann’s payment took her all the way to Taris, far from the grasp of Dxun and the elders.
Mor stuck through the lessons however, learning how to hunt the less dangerous beasts and how to avoid other children who would seek her out for trouble. Often trouble was often pinned on Mor as well, no matter whether or not she was actually involved in it. For four years she fought ruthless and dirty for everything. Drawing more dislike from her peers for her methods which were deemed cowardly. Mor would lead away a tormentor or two and then systematically trick them up and beat them or lead them into trouble where the same thing would happen. It was in the small girl’s best interest to avoid out right fights though she was being trained in them. For her engage in one would turn a mob against her as their barrack would join.
When she was ten though, things changed dramatically. One of the shamans of the clan had taken an apprentice but the young fool had died due to fighting a pack of Maalraas and losing. Noted for her Sensitive to the energies of the Temple, Mor was picked from a line-up along with another boy about her age who was not so attuned. The elders of the village were eager of this chance to get rid of a ‘coward’. So it was decided that the two would fight, and so they did. It was a close match and Mor put the boy down hard. Leaving him alive as an act of mercy, which was not acceptable. The boy was shamed and in his anger gave Mor the scar that marred her face into a grimace. He would have killed her, but Mor was far faster and crushed his throat with her staff. Leaving him gasping on the ground as death claimed him. Mor’gann learned the hardest lesson of her young life then. She could not afford mercy in a fight, and so she began her training to be a Shaman.
Something that hovered between a student and a servant to the old man. Hunting and helping him in his care of the temple to keep the spirit that dwelled there at bay. Mor spent long hours honing her skills fighting with the staff and vibro blades the clan kept. The enemies of her youth still tried to corner her and with far less success. Being a Shaman’s offered some protection what it did not, her own far more ruthless nature did. Now instead of merely leading astray a few to leave them with broken bones rather than bruises. Some never returned, and no fingers could be pointed at Mor as there were other rivalry or causes. Especially when the hunters would find the missing person with wounds from a zakkeg or maalraas, a far more likely cause. In truth, Mor led them away and left them wounded. Their death was not a direct result but she did have a hand in it.
The elders however were growing more suspicious, especially when treasured prizes were going missing though she was not involved with this (except for the pauldron of a zakkeg). Suspecting her days were number, a fact furthered by the illness that had befallen the Shaman she studied under. Mor gave her mentor, a decent man if harsh, a more worthy death than the disease. Slitting his throat to make his passing far faster. She had no desire to remain on Dxun and to serve the village as a shaman. There were other places and options for where else did the trades that sometimes descend upon the ruins come from? Paying off one with hides and a few trinkets from her mentor, Mor left the village with one last act of treason. She killed the four guards to the village’s artifact, a relic lightsaber that had been found in the temple years ago. A feat that left her partly wounded, not that she inform the pilot of this. The killing of the guards had not been her intent but if they had learned of the deed before she was off the planet it would have meant her death. The price for her flight was a couple of years worth of hides and trinkets, but Mor’ann’s payment took her all the way to Taris, far from the grasp of Dxun and the elders.
If it’s ok I would love to join this.
JessieTargaryen Celestial Queen-in-Waiting
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If it’s ok I would love to join this.
Glad to hear that you are interested in the RP! You got any ideas as to what might interest you to play as?
@Jasonhero
I did have a mando I had been working on for something else that could possibly work. That or a Jedi that is more dark leaning and more of a general similar to Anakin.
Mando- super honor bound Mando who wants to see Mandalore returned to its former glory like the days of old.
Jedi- a Jedi who sides with Jedi and isn’t ruthless but feels that in war time they have to set aside feelings to achieve victory for the greater good. Similar to ends justify the means.
I also had a small idea for a Admiral character but not much on that one.
I did have a mando I had been working on for something else that could possibly work. That or a Jedi that is more dark leaning and more of a general similar to Anakin.
Mando- super honor bound Mando who wants to see Mandalore returned to its former glory like the days of old.
Jedi- a Jedi who sides with Jedi and isn’t ruthless but feels that in war time they have to set aside feelings to achieve victory for the greater good. Similar to ends justify the means.
I also had a small idea for a Admiral character but not much on that one.
JessieTargaryen Celestial Queen-in-Waiting
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@Jasonhero
I did have a mando I had been working on for something else that could possibly work. That or a Jedi that is more dark leaning and more of a general similar to Anakin.
Mando- super honor bound Mando who wants to see Mandalore returned to its former glory like the days of old.
Jedi- a Jedi who sides with Jedi and isn’t ruthless but feels that in war time they have to set aside feelings to achieve victory for the greater good. Similar to ends justify the means.
I also had a small idea for a Admiral character but not much on that one.
Alrighty, well I am gonna PM you a link to the discord. You can talk further about your ideas in the server and us GMs can help you refine the idea.
pandapolio
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Hey I'm interested in joining, and have a couple questions about characters. Thanks.
Apollosarcher Knight with the Rowan Shield
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@pandapolio I'll right I'll drop you a discord link, one moment.
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