[CHAR] Star Wars - Rise of Crusade

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Percivalyn Wiliamsam

Name: Percivalyn Wiliamsam
Nickname: Percy (mostly for the notes since there's likely not many people who would use her full name)
Species: Twi'lek
Age: 25
Appearance: Dark blue skin matched with pale blue eyes on a heart-shaped face on top a short, slender frame. Most of the time her expression is utterly stoic and serene. She wears completely traditional Jedi Robes, having the layers and how it hangs help disguise her figure. Her headtails hang free, though if one were given the chance to look closely at her tails and on her back, they would find claw marks and whip scars. On the base of the tails and her wrists, the clear sign of chaffing from metal restraints
Faction: Jedi Order
Equipment: Her lightsaber with a blue kyber crystal
Abilities(For Force Users):
Force Healing (Expert): One of Clighal's most eager pupils, Percy's natural talent for the ability has improved greatly since her early days in the Order. With the guidance she's been given, she's learned how to mentally picture exactly what needs to happen in order for the person to better recover then use her power to cause that to happen. A drawback for her though is that the more intense the healing requires for what she wants done, the more power is needed from her and the more she feels the pain that the other person is going through. Technically, she could save someone from the brink of death, depending on the cause, but it would be a tossup whether she would die soon afterwards or not. Even in not so extreme cases, her way is very time-consuming and requires her complete focus. She can only safely do it within a location like the temple, or if there's someone she can be sure will watch out for both her and her patient.

Telekinesis(Skilled): Can lift up roughly several little things between pebble and handheld size, some big things about dog to human size, or one thing about starfighter size at any one time. Takes a lot of focus to do. (Potentially develops to be able to telekinetically move water and/or light waves)

Telepathy (Skilled): Can talk to minds within eyesight of her without sacrificing much of her outward focus. Needs total focus to act as a link between multiple people or to contact someone that she already knows from out of her vision range.

Force Empathy/Insight (Average, working to get skilled, wants to go further): Can currently receive strong impressions of a person's current emotional state with some faint reads of their intentions and desires. Wants to get to the point where she knows who a person is and what they want at a glance, but is a far ways away from that point. The more closed off, whether Force wise or simply personality wise, a person is, the harder they are for her to read and so the more effort she has to put in to get any sort of reading and even that might not break through. Alternatively, she can be misled through very skilled, Marlon Brando type acting or someone having a very convincing front hiding anything underneath, such as people that act the playboy to hide their self-loathing. If she doesn't question the first impressions she gets, then she won't put in the effort to try to read more. If she does, the front acts as much like a shield as simply being closed off does, with similar results.

Lightsaber Wielding (Mediocre, working to get average): Using the lightsaber never came as easily to her as using the Force did. If she were to have her way, Percy would prefer to never have to fight, but understands all too well that it's always better to have some way to defend yourself. So she's pushed herself to get to the level that's she's at, but is better off with words and powers. Basically uses a mix of Forms I, III, and VI in her fighting style, not mastering any of it, but using what suits her of the styles.

Force Persuasion (Weak): Knows how to do it and has the will to use it, but just about throws up any time she tries. The very thought of using it upsets her on a deep level.

Skills:
First Aid/Medicine: The knowledge from that helps with her Force Healing and its useful to her in times where she can't afford the time or energy for using her powers.
Knowledge of Various Common Languages from Core and Outer Rim Worlds: She picked up a lot of rough knowledge of the various languages being spoken at her while a slave. Once a Jedi, she pushed to better develop them so that she can at least understand other people without relying on a translator. Did take the time to completely learn the Twi'lek language so she could have that connection with her own people.
Singing: One of her valued skills was her voice. Part of Percy wants to let it die away, but the rest finds an odd sort of comfort with the familiar. She only sings though when she's sure no one is watching, and has picked up songs now she wants to sing.
Dancing: As a Twi'lek, this was the main skill that was wanted of her. It's too ingrained now to ever lose entirely, though she's tried to not encourage it at all.
Poetry: A skill she picked up for herself, it's the main thing she likes to do in her freetime. This way, she creates beauty through the reading and writing she learned as part of the safe house, one that's completely separate from her physical traits. A definite amateur, but she doesn't mind.

Weaknesses:
Stubborn: Once she comes to a conclusion or makes a decision, only someone she trusts or what she considers to be irrefutable evidence can ever sway her from it. And she does not trust a lot of people. She's a stone wall to anyone trying to force her to change, an immovable object that some will mistake for her simply being cold, unfeeling, and self-righteous when really its her not wanting to be controlled and manipulated by anyone else ever again.
A Temper: For the most part, Percy has a great deal of control over her emotions. Or, as much as it is control to constantly try to appear and serene all the time. However, rile her up, get her in a corner, or trigger one of her buttons and her wrath will come and come swiftly. She's always horrified after it comes and does all she can to shove down that anger, but of course, that only makes it worse when it springs up again. Nothing much has come from it yet, but she's terrified that both something will happen that she will never be able to turn back from and that she'll be kicked out of the Order. Meaning that she tries to hide it even from the people she trusts, trying to face all that entails, and the temptations to the Dark Side as well, all on her own.
Suspicious: She's slow to trust anyone, requiring some time and dedication from the other to even warm her up. Otherwise, she will only be polite and professional, constantly on guard for any reason for the other person to be potentially threatening to her or anyone else. A major reason she wants to develop her Force Empathy and Insight more.
Weak: She was never physically strong. And her life before the temple did not help much with that. Now that she's been some time in the temple, she's become at least healthy, but she is still much weaker than other Twi'lek women around her age ought to be. If she's ever overwhelmed then, or is somehow blocked from the Force, she truly does not stand a chance against anybody in a one on one brawl.
Nightmares: She'll sometimes have nightmares of the past. Not as many as there use to be, but they still periodically come and cause her to not be able to sleep the rest of the night.

History:
Percivalyn had no memory of her parents, just faint impressions. She's certain they were loving, but she doesn't know who they were, or even what name they gave her. Her earliest memories were of a slave auction, being sold to some minor Hutt before he lost her gambling with a Dug, who was often drunk and smelled of liquor, before he sold her to a Rodian Debt Collector to pay off for his gambling and drink. From there, her mind blurs until she ended up in a cargo hold to be sold someplace else. That would have continued to be her life, except for the intervention of the Alliance Rangers.

That was a time she'd always remember. Them coming through the hold, the chains coming off, the Jedi that came around to all of them to see if they were injured before rations were passed around. They had been the best food she'd ever tasted. Soon after, they were told they were free and offered rides to anyplace they wanted to go. Some were ecstatic, knowing exactly who and where they wanted to return to. Others like Pery, couldn't understand what was happening. The Rangers though brought them to a set up safe house where they could receive therapy, learn skills to help them in the free world, and figure out who they were and what they wanted to do with the rest of their lives. It was while there that Percivalyn choose her name, and first showed her force potential.
It was a simple thing to her. Someone was about to trip and spill the pot of scalding soup they were carrying before she told them to stop. After that, more instances like that happened, until she was sent to the Council for a formal test and proved she had the potential to be a Jedi. There was some wariness about the fact of how powerful she was and how her past meant that she potentially would have more of a temptation to fall if she was trained. However, reason won out in that falling would be her choice, not the result of her past and so she was offered a position and training in the temple, if she wanted. And she didn't hesitate to agree.

She moved to live in the temple of Ach-To and dived headfirst into her lessons, quickly picking up how to use the Force even if she struggled with how to wield a lightsaber. Clighal took notice and decided to see if she perhaps had the aptitude for healing, and Percy took to it like a swan to water. Soon enough, Clighal became the main master she studied under, learning more about the healing arts when not heading into the archives to read more about various different ways the Force could be used. As time went on, she had herself become more and more the proper Jedi, seeking to be a suitable Jedi in the field and make sure that everyone that saw her saw her as a Jedi, not their wet dream. She knows as long as she's a Jedi, she's safe from people even trying to do anything to her while she's free to save others that were like her once. She can only hope, now that she's been fully certified to go out onto the field, that she doesn't screw this up.

Alastrina Rogers

Name: Alastrina Rogers
Nickname: Alice
Species: Human
Age: 21
Appearance: A muscly, average-sized redhead with tanned white skin, green eyes on an diamond face, and freckles on her cheeks and on other parts of her skin. Her eyes often shine with good humor, enjoyment, and kindness, hardening into resolve when she needs to be serious. Often wears a red and white tunic and brown pants with a belt.
Faction: Alliance Ranger
Equipment: Blaster, Medpack, Commlink, Vibroblade Knife
Skills:
Sharpshooting: Her parents made sure she could handle a blaster, teaching her any chance they got. From those lessons, she became quite skilled. Isn't the best shot of the galaxy, but generally hits what she's aiming at.
Wilderness Survival: She knows how to handle herself if she should ever crash land anywhere. Another thing her parents taught, but also supplemented by time with the cousins on their world.
First Aid: Knows her way around a first aid kit and what to do for common injuries. Doesn't extend past that.
Piloting: A skill that was essential for her to learn, and one she took to like a duck to water. Has a very acrobatic flying style when joyriding.
Singing: Something she picked up on her own. Often, she hums or lowly sings as she works, and really enjoys karaoke. At least is very pleasant sounding.
Story-writing: Her main hobby, she always has enjoyed the process of imagining stories in her head. It's just writing them down that's hard.
Minor Force Proficiency: Has some latent Force sensitivity, at the moment only a very weak, sporadic sense of premonition that helps her have heightened reflexes. Does not realize at all that she has powers.

Weaknesses:

Naïve: Not utterly so, but enough that it will take prompting or something seriously wrong for her to question if a person genuinely seems in need, meaning that she will have go to someone crying out for help even if it most likely is a trap. Not helped by her youth and idealist nature.

Impulsive: Often goes with her gut and heart on things without caring much for practical considerations. In a way, its helped her end up in the Alliance Rangers, but it also means that she does clash with more level-headed members more often than not.

Socially Awkward: While friendly and outgoing, she is just not good at small talk. Or many casual social scenes. She's either too quiet or too unintentionally abrasive, especially if someone gets her into talking about one of her favorite subjects, after which she'll talk for hours if not stopped. She's simply not good at reading social cues, or a room. Meaning, if she's ever the one in charge of a diplomatic meeting, everyone's in trouble.

History: Born on the planet of Karlinus, Alice would always consider that outer rim planet home. It helped that it was often a stopping point for her shipper parents as they hauled goods across the galaxy. It was the place where her mother grew up and her family still had a farm where all but she had stayed. Alice would run around with the cousins any time they dropped by and always had fond memories of that farm. But her heart was always among the stars.

Whatever she ended up doing in life, she knew it would have to do with traveling throughout the galaxy. She wasn't quite sure about being a trader though. While traveling from place to place was great, the business itself could get dull, especially since her parents were very careful with who and where she needed up any time they were on planet. They about swore off Tatooine entirely after an incident where Alice had wandered off and some drunk dug tried to grab her to settle a gambling debt. All of them breathed a sigh of relief that they could get there in time and Alastrina had at least had the sense to yell and try to get away when he'd tried to reach for her. From that point on, her blaster lessons were held repeatably, with a vengeance. And they took more care in preparing her for life on her own, doing their best to point out obvious dangers and warn her about how evil the world could be. Alice listened and tried to keep the words in mind, but she also couldn't help but wonder why there didn't seem to be anyone trying to stop evil people from doing what they did.

As she grew up and the New Republic came into its own, she started to hear about an answer. Stories spread about the heroism of the former Rebellion and of the deeds of the new Alliance Rangers and Jedi Order, groups of people that travelled throughout the galaxy to help those in need and take down anyone that threatened peace and justice. From the first time she heard about them, her attention was hooked. She wanted to know everything there was about them. The more she heard, the more she wanted to be one of them. To do her own part to be a hero, help others, and travel among the stars. She considered trying to join the Jedi, but she figured that since she wasn't throwing rocks with her mind, she probably wasn't Jedi material. So she focused her attention on the Rangers. She sent in an application, that was at first rejected since she was young and inexperienced. She was put off, but then she persisted until she finally joined as its newest rookie. Her parents saw her off, with many tearful hugs and goodbyes. But Alice wasn't giving up now. Today, she will finally be a fully-fledged Ranger, given her first assignment.

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Name: Koren Omi-Ren

Species: Human

Age: 29

Faction: Jedi Order

Equipment:

Lightsaber: The Kyber Crystal gives the blade a light blue hue.

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The Nightfury: ILH-KK Citadel Class Cruiser retrofit to modern specifications. It has a standard complement of 1x Delta-7B Aethsprite Light Interceptor which is painted black as his personal starfighter.

Abilities:

Basic Telekinetic Abilities: Like most Jedi he learnt how to control the Force by using telekinesis, pushing, pulling, levitating. He has grown quite proficient at it, able to use it to jump higher and farther than most un-augmented organics.

Basic Precognition: Some call a Jedi Lucky, but a true Jedi knows that the Force is what guides them. He's no Seer however, and his precognition is limited to helping him anticipate what's going to happen next in combat.

Plant Surge: Koren has the ability to interact with the Force that resides within plants, encouraging them to grow, or gather information from them. It gives him a unique advantage while he is on a planet with dense vegetation.

Alter Environment: Much in a similar way to how he learnt how to interact with plants Koren can interact with the molecules in the air to adjust the local environment. The larger the area he attempts to alter, the more taxing it is and the less time he can keep it up for. However he can create localised storms with some success.

Animal Friendship: Being a natural empath he fuels this with the Force allowing him to connect more easily with wildlife, able to calm them or convince them to aide him if the need arises.

Skills:

Tracker: Spending plenty of time out in the wilds he's a skilled tracker, be it at tracking game or at tracking people.

Studious: Koren has spent much of his time researching

Lightsaber Use: Koren is most proficient in Form II, though like most Jedi he has some skill in form III.

Fair Pilot: While he's no Jedi Ace the likes of those in the Old Republic, he can hold his own while in the cockpit.

Cook: He can cook a stew on just about any planet, with any list of ingredients.

Weaknesses:

Combat: He's more of a duelist than an actual fighter. He can handle himself against your average fighter, but against more seasoned fighters he's in for a struggle.

Urban Agoraphobia: His upbringing and most of his skills put him at his best in more rural environments. While he can work in urban environments he is certainly uncomfortable, in environments such as cities without much nature much of his metaphorical toolbox is useless.

Sheltered: He's been with the Jedi Order since he was a child, scouted at a very young age. As such he has little real-world experience outwith the order.

History: Koren was born to Corellian parents Tyrell and Myra Omi-Ren, shipwrights in the outer districts of Coronet City. Little did young Koren know that the Omi-Rens had a long-standing history of producing Jedi younglings. During the reign of the Empire that specific part of their history was locked up tight to prevent the Empire from snooping too much on any children they might have, questioning their loyalty or just outright killing them to prevent any chance of the Omi-Rens producing more Jedi.

Their family history was only revealed to Tyrell by his father after the battle of Endor, and the death of the Emperor. When the Empire fractured into hundreds of different pieces. The history of their people was restored, ready to be passed down once more from generation to generation.

Like many children throughout the Galaxy as Lukes Jedi Order grew in status and in legend, Koren was tested for Force Sensitivity, once it was discovered he had the ability to control the Force he was sent to Ahch-To to be trained in the ways of the Force. He remembers what little his parents told him about his family legacy before he left, determined to make his mark and bring back the Omi-Ren name into the pages of Jedi History.

A night that sticks in his mind is the night Luke Skywalker sat with him in the mess hall, asking him questions about his families legacy, what little pieces of information parents of Jedi long past had managed to glean from the holonet after their children were given and committed and given to the Order. It struck Koren then how Luke kept his head down, and didn't overestimate his place, nor ignoring the lessons history or legacy taught them. Something he understood even more once Lukes parentage was revealed.

Korens skillset was something of an oddity among his peers, he discovered them seemingly at random. Finding that he had a stronger connection the plant and animal life than his peers. Honing these abilities and skills, using lessons from the Jedi Library and his families history to piece together who he was and what was he capable off. Despite growing up in the city, as he had left at such a young age he found himself thriving out in the wilds. He took every outdoor survival class he could, speaking to Rangers whenever they landed on the planet.

A Padawan during the Daala crisis he was one of five that were in Separatist Space at the time, he refused point blank to open fire on a Separatist Blockade (Which turned out to be the right decision to make). Once Daala emerged the five of them worked together with the Separatists to orchestrate their counter-attack in what would become the Galactic Alliance.

Since becoming a Jedi Knight Koren has focused his attentions on travelling to rural worlds that are having problems with crops or environmental issues (issues that are common place after how the Empire strip-mined and polluted planets), after several years in the field he visited home where his parents gifted him with his new ship, in which he now returns to the Jedi Temple for re-assignment.

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Vurs Kabki

Vurs Kabki

Species: Weequay

Age: 52

Appearance: The veteran warrior stands a shade under two meters in height, with a strong, imposing frame. His eyes are tinted gold whilst the mercenary's face is dotted with scarring. Vurs' hair is braided and graying in color, grown out to the bottom of neck. His armor is heavy and sturdy, lacking in any frills or fancy coloration. Vurs has a cybernetic lower leg, just beneath his left kneecap. The prosthetic is firmly metallic, clearly not a top of the line limb replacement.

Faction: Independent mercenary/bounty hunter, loyal to whoever pays him the most.

Weapons

• E-11 blaster rifle
• Scoped slugthrower rifle
• MPL-57 grenade launcher
• Vibrosword

Equipment:

• Dune Reaver - Vurs' G-1A starfighter
• His armor
• Grappling hook
• Credit chip
• Food and water rations

Skills:

• Firearms - The veteran soldier is still a fine shot even in his middle aged years, coupled with his wealth of experience on battlefields all over the galaxy he's quite fearsome with a blaster.
• Brawler - Well practiced in a few form of martial arts and unarmed combat. Along with his powerful frame he's a brutal fighter.
• Unfazed - The Weequay is well aware death could come for him at just about any moment, part of him is surprised it hasn't already but a larger, more pompous part of him knows he's very hard to rattle or frighten. Vurs often tackle challenges head on, without an ounce of disbelief in himself.
• Ruthless - Unyielding in combat and utterly merciless against his enemies, the mercenary will fight through pain to slay those that attack him. He's been described as barbaric in battle, often dispatching opponents with vicious assaults.

Weaknesses:

• Hobbled - Vurs does not move as swiftly as he once did, due to his outdated prosthetic lower leg and advanced age. He isn't one to run around or sprint after his enemies, a light jog is as much as he will comfortably do.
• Disloyal - The hired gun has been in his line of work for a long time, he knows very well that money is the most important thing. His allegiance can be bought with lots of credits. If offered more money whilst doing a job he will easily consider ditching the first offer.
• Immoral - Vurs has done some bad things in his life, he rarely ever second guesses or feels shame over the more questionable deeds he's done. His morals also tend to go with the credit flow. Though he is not an intentionally wicked man, just one trying to make a living by any means possible.
• Arrogant - He has been at this for awhile, and lived longer doing it than most. It's only natural he has a very high opinion of himself that can be quite grating.
• Sarcastic - An often used tool in his arsenal, Vurs is not beyond spouting off mocking words at anyone who gets on his wrong side. Frequently he'll fire them at just about anyone.

History: Born on the arid Weequay homeworld of Sriluur, Vurs had an intensely rough upbringing. An only child, Vurs mother died in his first year of life which meant he would be raised by his father, Vukk Kabki. His father was a rough, demanding man, a warrior in service of the Hutts. Vukk often was tasked with brutal tasks like shaking down debtors or hurting those that defied the powerful Hutt cartels. Vurs learned early on how to fend for himself and how to fight. His father was a harsh parent but undoubtedly instilled some survival values within his only son. Shortly after reaching adulthood Vurs follow his fathers footsteps in becoming muscle for the Hutts. He hated the cruel slugs with a passion but it was the only way to get by. His father was killed a few years later, Vurs never being told who killed him. He did not mourn the ferine warrior that had raised him, but found himself completely on his own.

For the next decade the tough Weequay plied his talents out in service of the Hutts, diving himself deep into the savage criminal underworld. Vurs did terrible things during this time, but it had been beaten into his brain that it was all part of his life. Life was savage and unforgiving, one needed to do whatever it took in order to survive. The Hutts had been hit hard by the fall of the Empire, along with the death of Jabba. Power vaccums had formed and there was more warfare within Hutt Space than ever before. He'd made enough credits to benefit himself, to not just simply survive but thrive. He bought his own freedom, a dream which has father had but never succeeded in. From there the entire galaxy seemed to open up to him, there was always war among the stars for him to take advantage of. Vurs had also stepped into the bounty hunting life as well, opening himself up to more opportunities.

Vurs gradually made a name for himself, a fearsome blaster for hire with a ruthless streak. One could not afford to be weak in his line of work, or have strong morals. He had little care for the New Republic or the Jedi, often finding work within the wicked factions which stood in opposition to these two forces of good. With the rise of the First Order and the new Separatists the Weequay warrior feels it is inevitable that the galaxy would once more by engulfed in a massive conflict. He has kept his communications open to all of these grand factions with anticipation of a very busy future employment. The longtime mercenary certain that he can make a killing from a galaxy spanning war.

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Captain Lakras Tagrate

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"I always try to attack. While I'm on the offensive, my opponent can think of nothing but defending."
- Marcelo Garcia

Lakras Tagrate

Species: Zabrak
Age: 35
Faction: New Republic
Theme: Xcom 2 WotC OST - Deadeye

Equipment:

• Milky Way - Marauder class corvette, named after a galaxy far far away. Lakras has been in command for 5 years.
• Combat armor - A suit of armor designed for shipboard combat - it can dissipate a couple of blaster hits, provides some protection against vacuum and allows for easy movement if the gravity generation fails.
• Family blades - A useful bit of family heirloom - While not as versatile as a lightsaber, it can still lop off limbs.

Abilities:

• Breath control (15 minutes) - One of the first skills Lakras learned, to aid survival in case of depressurization aboard vessels.
• Tapas (15 minutes) - Complementary skill to the breath control, allowing Lakras to survive longer in case of a heating or total power failure aboard a vessel.
• Thought shield (Passive during battle or negotiations) - A skill Lakras thought necessary in case she ever met someone like herself.
• Battle meditation (1 minute) - Lakras hopes to improve in this skill to provide protection agianst force abilities to her crew, and to debilitate the enemy.

Potential skills to learn:

• Telekinesis
  
  
  
  • Force barrier (15 minutes) [Required to learn: Jedi assistance] - Final skill to learn to survive hardships Lakras could face in space bagttles.
• Force fear (concentration) [Required to learn: fighting against superior enemies] - A skill to debilitate the enemy commander, but able to expand to groups of people or an area of effect with experience. Also requires time to find the target or focus in on the area.
  
  
  
  • Force Horror (Room, subsection of a ship) [Required to learn: Significant loss of crew or the ship] - Force horror enabled the Force user to cause multiple enemies to enter into a catatonic state of panic that was more severe and more difficult to defend than the basic Force fear.
  • Force insanity (Building, ship) [Required to learn: Sith holocron] - Force insanity also enabled the Force user to affect multiple enemies at once, although to an even greater range than its predecessor. As the most advanced form of Force fear, its effect was much more devastating, with the victims possibly descending into an utter state of frenzied madness and deranged mania as their situation seemed to suddenly become hopeless.
• Instinctive astrogation (Passive) [Requred to learn: 1 more year of warship command service] - A useful skill for any spacer.
• Drain Knowledge [Required to learn: Descent into darkness, abandoning of personal ethics] - The best way to win is to know what the enemy plans.

Skills:

• Agile - It's hard to knock Lakras off of her feet, and she can move around in microgravity in ways that force users could envy.
• Perceptive - If there is a flaw in the enemy's defense, Lakras has a good chance of seeing it.
• Survivalist - War taught the captain how to survive off of the land.
• Hustler - In a game of pool or cards, you are likely to lose some money against her.

Personality:

• I'm haunted by memories of war. I can't get the images of violence out of my mind.
• I can stare down a hell hound without flinching.
• I approach every task with the same high degree of military precision.
• I tells the truth, keeps my word, helps those in need, and speak out against injustice.

Ideals:

• Protection. It isn't right for innocents to suffer because of the arrogance of the powerful. (Good)
• Conviction. Anything worth doing is worth doing with your whole heart. (Lawful)
• Bravery. To act when others quake in fear- this is the essence of the warrior. (Any)
• Perseverance. No injury or obstacle can turn me from my goal. (Any)

Bonds:

• I fight for those who cannot fight for themselves.
• I would still lay down my life for the people I served with.
• I. Will. Finish. The. Job.

Flaws:

• I'm slow to trust people outside of the military.
• I hold grudges and have difficulty forgiving others.
• I sometimes stay up all night talking to the ghosts of my fallen friends.
• I have little respect for anyone who is not a proven warrior - whether on the field of battle or in politics.

History:
Larkas has been a child of five when Palpatine and Vader were defeated, and while she doesn't remember all that much from her youth, the memories she has are what drives her life, both the horrors the Empire committed, and the defiance of the Zabrak people.

She has joined the New Republic military to help uphold it's values, inspired by chancellor Organa, only for her hero to lose her seat a year later. More nightmare fuel was poured on her fire during the Daala crysis, and it was during this time Larkas found out she was force sensitive. She found out the hard way, by being stranded on a ship with failing power and life suppoort.

It was an almost instinctive survival reaction rather than a conscious effort, and it took her several days to recognize it for what it was. Since then Lakras has spent time experimenting and training her connection to the force. Using the memories that haunted her, she developed a skill to draw similar memories out in other people, and by turning that skill on herself, she learned how to defend against it.

The captain turned down the chance to join the Jedi order, preferring to discover the Force on her own, wherever it may lead her. She has also earned her own command during this time.

Larkas started volunteering her ship and crew for missions requested by the new Rangers or the Jedi order. In fact, she worked with the rangers so often she may as well be considered part of them, missing only the official transfer paperwork.

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Snoanta

Name: Snoanta

Nickname: Jester

Species: Wookiee

Age: 47 in human years.

Appearance: Snoanta stands at 6’10 weighing over 260 pounds. Snoanta’s hair is dark brown with some streaks of blonde running through the ends of his hair. Snoanta has bright blue eyes with his right eye’s pupil being larger than the left. He does not wear any clothing except for a large leather belt that holds his ammunition and weapons.

Faction: None at the moment but he will join the New Republic later in the roleplay.

Equipment: Blaster, Bowcaster, Translating vocoder

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Skills: Sharpshooting: Because of his profession he is skilled with shooting his bowcaster and blaster. Being more proficient with his bowcaster, being able to hit a target from far away with his bowcaster.

Cooking: During his lifetime he was taught how to cook various things. Learning this from his mother, he was taught by his father to use this skill to survive in the wild.

Wildness Survival: In his youth he would regularly go with his father surviving multiple days by hunting and living off of the land.

Tracking: Snoanta’s occupation had taught him to track people down, using various methods to find his prey.

Weaknesses: Anger: Snoanta is quick to anger, anything that would be annoying or frustrating to him he will explode with anger. Which usually involves hitting something.

Prideful: Snoanta is prideful of his work, and can be easily offended or angered if he is disrespected by other people.

Slow: Snoanta’s species are slow moving and could be easily overtaken by a more agile opponent.

Arrogant: Snoanta thinks that he is better than other bounty hunters, boasting about his exploits to anyone that would listen.

History: Snoanta was born on Kashyyyk living with his parents and his older brother. During his youth he was taught at a young age to hunt and help his father with building structures for his village. As a teenager when the empire enslaved the wookiees, he and his family were forced to build mine spice. During this time his father and older brother were murdered after they and a few other slaves tried to escape. Snoanta was soon forced to work constructing the empire’s ships. From what he was told his mother was moved to work in the factories.

After the end of the empire’s reign, Snoanta and a bunch of other Wookie’s rebelled against the guards by stealing blasters and murdering the guards. Many of his friends died during the rebellion, with Snoanta getting badly wounded by a guard. Snoanta luckily was led to safety thanks to one of the slaves. The remaining slaves found themselves with a small amount of ammunition and weapons, the group ambushing supply ships and stealing weapons, ammunition and food. After a couple of days of trying to take control of the planet, the group were assisted by a group of rebels giving the former slaves their freedom. Snoanta joined the rebels helping them with taking down the empire.

Snoanta soon drifted away from the rebels and became a bounty hunter. Going from job to job trying to survive. With the rise of the First Order, he has tried to hide his identity becoming paranoid that he would be killed for helping the rebels. Working under an allies. Snoanta is assisted by an astromech droid named E8D4.

[DragonofTheWest]

Name: Dante Carrick
Species: Human
Age: 25
Appearance:

Appearance

I guess the picture is recognizable but I like it and I hope it's ok to use haha

Faction: Jedi Order

Equipment: Lightsaber with green kyber crystal.

T-85 X-Wing

https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/T-85_X-wing

Abilities

Battle Precognition: Ever since he was a boy, Dante had an innate feel on how certain actions would play out. While not always having the ability to properly react, Dante's natural use of this ability made him quite the fighter growing up, giving him an uncanny advantage to see his opponent's moves just as they were about to make them. As this ability evolved as he grew older, Dante managed to incorporate this ability into his piloting, making him an ace starfighter pilot.

Telekinesis: Whether it's pushing objects away or pulling them towards him, Dante is capable of using the force to manipulate sizable objects though Dante's finesse with these abilities needs work as without proper focus, Dante either uses too much strength or too little of it.

Physical enhancements: Whether it's using the force to increase his speed or strength, Dante can channel the force to push his body beyond his normal limits. While extremely tiring and only capable of using it bursts, Dante often uses it as a last resort to hopefully defeat a powerful enemy.

Lightsaber wielding: While Dante considers himself a slightly flawed but talented force user, it's his ability with the lightsaber that he prides himself as his best trait. As a dedicated user of the lightsaber form: Ataru, Dante uses his natural athleticism and natural feel for fighting to blitz his enemies with speed and precision.

Skills:
Skilled pilot: While Dante admittingly is a poor mechanic, Dante is a natural pilot having learned the basics from criminals in Couracant's lower levels to some of the top pilots in the New Republic after joining the Jedi Order. While Dante can't tell you any sort of special hyperspace route or even how to teach someone to properly pilot a starfighter...put Dante in a starfighter battle situation and watch as his natural instincts take over as he analyzes his opponent's movements and maneuvers himself into winning situations.

Weaknesses:

Bold: While confidence has plagued young Jedi throughout history, Dante is no exception. While Dante works to properly manage his emotions better, Dante has incredible trust in himself to succeed and will often do things because he truly believes he's capable of pulling off certain feats even when the odds are stack against him. So far however it's this confidence that got Dante this far in life so surely it can't be too bad?

Competitive: Even as a child, Dante had to win. It's hard to tell if he hates losing or maybe the thrill of winning is just too alluring. While being competitive has meant Dante is dedicated to his craft and constantly always trying to hone his abilities, it also means he'll subconsciously try to out-preform his friends and comrades and also preform reckless actions if it means succeeding.

Dislikes politics: While Dante hopes to grow to be a Jedi Master one day, Dante has much to learn when it comes to playing the politics game. Dante distrusts most senators and other higher level figures of authority and feels most in common with the regular soldier or other Jedi.

Terrible liar: It's a little thing but despite his rocky childhood, Dante has never been able to lie properly. While telling the truth is usually a good thing, it also means he's not good at keeping his mouth shut when he disagrees with something.

History:

Dante doesn't like talking about his childhood much even though it molded him to be the person he is today. Like many of the downtrodden in Coruscant's crime ridden lower levels, Dante was an orphan who found himself forced to rely on various criminals to help survive. While not much of a thief or a liar, Dante learned quickly he had a talent for fighting mostly due to his ability to read his opponents movements despite not understanding how. First it was prize fighting street fights against other local kids from rival gangs to eventually high speed illegal speeder races. This continued for some time until his early teenage ears when Dante was arrested by New Republic forces who were attempting to crack down on the crime ridden areas.

In his brief captivity, one of the officers recognized Dante's peculiar abilities and notified a member of the Jedi Order who quickly took interest in the force sensitive child. In exchange for his freedom, Dante was sent to Ahch-To and learned the ways of the Jedi. Dante while not exactly the model student, displayed incredible natural talent and with some reluctance was given a proper Jedi master to watch over him. Rewarding the trust placed in him, inspired by Luke Skywalker and seeking to redeem himself from his past actions, Dante and his master traveled throughout the galaxy to help those in need, particularly those affected by criminal gangs.

Before long Dante was made a Jedi Knight and while he did not officially have a Jedi Master at his side, Dante continued his work in combating criminal gangs such as dealings with the Hutt Cartels. In one particular mission Dante reunited with the same New Republic officer who had initially arrested Dante as a child and under his guidance earned trust and companionship among the Alliance Rangers. After numerous successful collaborations, Dante was given a new T-85 X-Wing, the latest X-Wing model available in the New Republic. Despite the galaxy remaining in turmoil, Dante remains optimistic in his role and does what he can, where ever he can.

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Jax Andarin

Name: Jax Andarin
Species: Human
Age: 28
Appearance:

Jax Andarin's look

Faction: Junkers, Alliance "Privateer"

Equipment:

• DC-15a Blaster Carbine (with ascension cable attachment)
• CA-87 Blaster (modified, short range ion blaster)
• Refurbished T-7 Ion Disruptor (stowed in X-Wing in case of emergencies)
• 10 EMP "Droid Popper" Grenades
• Tactical backpack, with spare junk and personal tool box

Modified T-70 Trainer X-Wing

• Jump Seat replacing Droid compartment, seated right above life support.
• "Fixed" instruments and switches in cockpit to allow for easier manipulation of important systems. Extraneous features relegated to a stowed tray table switchboard next to pilot.
• Storage compartment in nose reduced to allow retractable laser Canon with controls linked to cockpit/jump seat.
• Redundancies in armor plating and wiring directly behind s-foils replaced with increased capacity for quick-change torpedo magazines, allowing X-Wing to carry 4 Ion Bombs and 8 Proton Torpedos at once.
• Navcomputer installed next to life support, with display and controls replacing "redundant" systems in cockpit.
• Modified energy adjustment instrument installed next to navcomputer, allowing for greater individual control of power outputs to various systems.

Skills:

Born to Fly: With his past connected to piloting and shipbuilding, Jax feels more comfortable in a cockpit than he does on his own two legs. His primary focus in life has been becoming a skilled pilot, and he treats it like a science and a numbers game. He could recite the exact trajectory vectors on his approach into Bracca airspace faster than he could tell you what he had for breakfast that morning.

Juryrigging: Jax has a penchant for knowing how to patch up broken tech, systems, or engines just well enough to pull through until he can sit down for proper repairs. This gift also.means he knows exactly how to break something in just the right way to get him what he wants.

Mechanic by Trade: Jax was a mechanic before becoming a pilot, and always works on his own ships rather than let anyone else under the hood. He knows what he's doing when it comes to proper repairs... they just take time.

Boot Camp: As part of his brief introduction into the Republic Naval Forces, Jax knows his way around blasters and standard tactical formations. While much more skilled and aware in aerospace combat encounters, he is aware of the general tactics that come from land skirmishes.

Weaknesses:

What you call luck, I call skill: Jax has a fundamental belief that he is too gifted at piloting to not die. He has walked out of suicide missions enough times that he is willing to perform bold and incredibly dangerous maneuvers to accomplish his goals. That luck is bound to run out eventually.

Zealot: Jax has a fundamental hatred for Droid soldiers due to his great grandfather's own dealings around the time of the Clone Wars. While Jax does not believe in the Empire being the answer to this issue, Jax doesn't trust the Republic allowing themselves with the Separatist Union. If he sees the opportunity to deal a massive blow to the Union or the use of droids in warfare, he will take it.

Bad Reputation: Jax's association with The Junkers, who are known to sell illegal ships to whoever has the credits, tends to make him seem somewhat untrustworthy. Couple that with the fact that Jax's current profession of being a privateer is less reputable than being a bounty hunter, and it seems like only a matter of time before the Alliance calls him in for questioning.

Weak Constitution: Jax is meant to be a pilot, not a soldier. He is not as capable of sustaining a prolonged sprint or charge, and is not particularly adept at Athletic challenges.

History:

Jax was born on the planet on the planet of Fresia, home to the Incom Corporation, 2 years after the Battle of Yavin. His parents were less than thrilled with the galactic Imperial occupation, with Jax's father leaving to join the Rebel Alliance. This left Jax in the care of his mother and uncle, the latter of whom became a pivotal role model. As the Galactic Civil War came to a close and Jax father was counted among the casualties, Jax was exposed to the Incom Corporation from a young age.

Jax's uncle was a higher ranking manager in the engineering department, and had a large hand in the development of training simulators and the development of the T-65 Trainer X-Wings. As a result to the connection, Jax was exposed to the Sims from.a young age. He would help with QA, and would push the Sims to the limit in the way only kids with idle curiosity could. As Jax grew up, he became a sort of apprentice to his uncle as they were developing and improving the T-70 Trainer X-Wings for deployment to the New Republic and private sector.

Jax's grandfather, after the death of the Emperor, took an early retirement to Fresia to spend time with his only grandson. He didn't tell many tales of his time as an Imperial Officer, and instead focused on his youth in the time of the Clone Wars. He was a "merchant" at the time, and spoke of his escapades and dealing with the Separatists of old. He spoke of the horrors of war at the hands of an unfeeling Droid army, and instilled in Jax the same fear of autonomous weapons that led him to join the Imperial Navy. It was almost certainly this fear that ultimately inspired Jax to join the New Republic Navy when he was of age.

Jax served for a short time, his service falling around the time Imperial Warlord Daala kicked open the hornets nest, so to speak. Jax served the Republic with some distinction, and most who served alongside him had no qualms with his skills. When the dust settled, though, peace was established between the Confederacy and the Republic. The Separatists were viewed as a partner, and that infuriated Jax. So he resigned from his post and went independent. He wasn't the only one, and quite a few skilled pilots with like minded goals had the same fear of droids.

It was through an old connection to his deceased grandfather that Jax got in touch with the self proclaimed "Moff Hycin," an officer serving under the Imperial Warlord Daala who fled into the outer rim for a time to avoid being arrested. Hycin had grown up with the same fear of another war with Droid that would see countless dead, and was dedicated to figuring out what to do next. Jax joined the small crew of what would eventually become the Junkers, starting out with the cobbled together snubfighter squadron operating near the salvsge world of Bracca. They got lucky and found what would be come to known as The Salvager, an abandoned and partially destroyed Venator Star Destroyer.

It took a year of work just to get the life support fixed. Hycin was the one with the connections, and was able to recruit former Imperials and outlaws into her "flock" once the Venator was working as well as it could. All the while, Jax was practically Hycin's right hand man in cobbling the Venator back together. It was Hycin who gifted Jax the T-70 X-Wing he flies to this day (granted, much more modified than when he got it). Jax reached out to some of his old allies in the Navy who weren't happy with the Alliance either, and began putting together a crew once again. Hycin provided all the ships, never really explaining how she got ahold of them.

And so, for the last five years, Jax has operated as "Scav Leader" to his band of former military pilots, picking up odd jobs for Planetary Defense Forces and the Alliance to keep travel panes safe from pirates. Of course, Jax's indirect connections to the First Order military has also opened up some sites of combination to some old allies in the Alliance Rangers and Alliance Intelligence, who are very interested in updates on movement in space they are not permitted to operate in. Regardless, when the heat gets too much or Hycin needs a favor, the Scavs return back to The Salvager to get patched up.

FACTION: The Junkers

Faction Name: The Junker's Union
Faction Classification: Privateer Fleet
Faction Leader: Chief Foreman Tamara Hycin
Faction Members(Players): Captain Jax Andarin (Scavs)
Important NPCs: Captain Winrell Rinslan (Imperial Frigate CO), Captain Quixti Lyr and Captain Tycho Zen (of the DP20 frigates)
Faction Assets:
Ships: 1 Venator Class Star Destroyer (The Salvager), Numerous Lambda Class Shuttles, 2 DP20 Frigates, 1 Imperial II-Class Frigate (carrying 3 Modified Tie Squadrons), 3 additional Mixed Starfighter Squadrons (The Scavengers included)
Manpower: 33,278
Credits: 20 million credit evaluation
Access to Weaponry: Imperial Personal Arms, Ion-based personal arms. Enough to arm 5,000 accordingly.
Timeline of Factions History:

The Junkers began when a higher ranking member of the Imperial Remnant, Captain Tamara Hycin, orchestrated a mutiny in the waning weeks of Imperial Warlord Daala's campaign. Seeing the end coming, Captain Hycin got like minded officers and pilots to aid in taking the Bridge of their Imperial II-class frigate, and jumped into the outer rim. Captain Hycin had a powerful personality, and convinced a core group of trained Imperial Marines around her to trust her thoroughly. Those who didn't see the writing on the wall or were suspected of being disloyal to Hycin were executed. By the end, Hycin's crew was reduced from. Nearly 16,000 to a mere 8,000. Hycin was going to need a message, a cause, and to rebrand. After reaching the salvage world of Bracca via an Imperial shuttle while the Frigate hid a sector away, Hycin found the cause in the grumblings of local salvagers: a distrust of droids from the old days, a desire to be mobile, and the need to be free.

Hycin needed to put together a crew and began reaching out to potential associates. She had been told by her former mentor and commanding officer about connections with Incom, and managed to get in touch with a "prodigy" of a pilot and mechanic. Jax and Hycin met, and the two had a long talk about ideologies. It didn't take long for Hycin's scheming mind to finally settle on how to rebrand formally and save her own skin: play on the underlying fears lingering from the Clone Wars regarding the Droid army. On backwater worlds like Bracca and Tattooine, this message resonated loud and clear. Hycin sold excess food stores in bulk to these out of reach corners of the galaxy to get her hands on some junked up cargo freighters and snub fighters, and set about the work she signed up for long ago: decimate space pirates.

For about a year, the small group focused on freeing up trade routes in the Outer Rim while the politicians tried to create a compromised government. The trick was simple: the snubfighter squadron would outmanuever smaller pirate Squadrons, while the freighters would pick up the scrap. Jax's reputation and Hycin's diplomacy helped in securing additional credits from localized defense forces or local governments, who were usually pleased enough to pay off the Privateers for keeping shipping lanes safe without having the more centralized Alliance breathing down their necks. Hycin even was even able to get rival local crime syndicates to pay her off from interfering in their own schemes, or to pay Hycin to hinder the illicit trade of the competition.

Of course, this model wasn't sustainable without being able to expand. And that opportunity came when a tip from one of Hycin's contacts clued the group into the existence of a broken down Venator Star Destroyer just outside of traditional hyperlanes near the same sector as Bracca. After a quick examination, Hycin got in contact with her junior officer in the Imperial military, Captain Rinslan, and brought them old crew back into the fold. Hycin used the Frigate to help funnel workers from Bracca to the Venator, where Jax manned the engineering efforts to fix the Venator's life support and restart its engines. It took another year until it was complete, but Hycin had big plans for her new flagship: The Salvager.

Once the Venator was operational, Hycin had begun recruiting en masse to form a "Junkers Union" that would have plenty of food, as long as salvagers were willing to help keep the Venator afloat and not ask too many questions. The Junkers Union started by patrolling hyperlanes and trying to lure out pirates with the relatively pristine Imperial II-Frigate relaying distress calls. What lurking pirates were not expecting were the weaponry on board to be operational, nor did they anticipate a highly trained starfighter crew (The Scavengers) to be accompanying them. After every successful trap, The Salvager would make a micro jump and sweep up any salvageable materials. The Junkers Union made money twice, effectively: deals with governments for clearing out pirates, and deals with salvage yards and various private elements looking for ship parts.

For the last six years, the operations of the Junkers has expanded significantly. Hycin acquired two more Frigates to help aid in the local pirate operations, and the group's expansion has helped legitimize their success and results. Jax's Scavengers, decked out in makeshift experimental tech to keep themselves ten steps ahead of any bounty hunters or pirates, have made a name for themselves in certain circles. The most pressing development came from the formation of the First Order as a more independent galactic Faction. Along with their rapid militarization, the Junkers Union (through old contacts of Chief Foreman Tamara Hycin) has secured a formal contract from the First Order to aid in securing its trade routes and border territories from illicit activity. Time will tell how this contract shapes out the future of the Junkers Union. For now, Chief Foreman Hycin encourages the Captains of her Frigates and Squadrons to patrol far and wide for "opportunities" to make the galaxy a safer place.

[Hillan]

Antares "Ray" Reyleigh

Age:
17

Species:
Human

Physical Appearance:
174 Centimeters tall, weighing in at a little over 66 kilograms, Antares is a pretty skinny young man whose immediate physical appearance makes you think the blue-eyed boy possesses very little about him that would threaten anyone. He's got immediate kindness in his eyes and a warm smile, yet he tries to play himself like a rugged stoic who values strength and personal integrity above all. Ray walks with a swagger in his step, an oversized leather jacket draped around him, trying to look bigger and tougher with every step he takes, like a boy trying to fit into the shoes of a man.

Equipment:
His lightsaber is made out of wonderful craftsmanship, with a patterned brown hilt, metal accents, and a black emitter, the button to ignite the blade is covered in leather wrapping for increased grip.

A-180 Blaster

Skills:
Lightsaber Combat; Form 2 and 5 Masashi and Shien are his forte, a prodigy in form 2, Ray could quite easily transfer his lifelong training with vibroblades onto the lightsabers once he was taken into the order when it comes to melee combat. However, when it comes to fighting blaster fire, especially in groups the Padawain feels a lot more secure ducking behind cover and taking potshots with his blaster in hand.

Engineering; Unlike many of his Jedi peers, Antares enjoys tinkering. He tinkers with anything he could get his hands on, and his masters tended to say that if he hadn't been a Padawan, he would've been one of the New Republics' greatest engineers. As a result, he appreciates great engineering and wishes to understand how things work, taking them apart and putting them back together again. While he respects, and even really enjoys the workings of spaceships, he cannot fly them.

Weaponry; Antares is, for his young age and lack of any real formal training in the use of blasters, a very skilled young marksman. Something his peers aboard the Crimson Raider quite appreciated about the cabin boy, though what he once thought was the innate skill with a handblaster has turned out to be an innate connection to the force that helped him throughout his life.

Force Abilities:

Skilled;
Force Valor
Force Jump
Force Telekinesis

Adept;
Force Barrier
Force Push
Force Pull

Demonstrated But Untrained:
Alter Environment
Force Shockwave
Precognition

Weaknesses:
Ray is frankly, a machine up close with a lightsaber. His background and natural prowess for the physical side of the force makes him, despite his small frame and young age, quite the opponent even for his more seasoned Jedi peers in sparring. But, pushed into a situation where Antares does not get the chance to fight his opponent head-on, the young padawan folds, and retreats to little more than a space-faring privateer with a blaster. He has not mastered defending himself with his lightsaber. He's arrogant and cocky while being a trickster and a true brat by heart, Ray struggles with doing what he's told or with taking consequences into account when it comes to his actions.

Character History:
Ray is born on the outer rim on an unnamed planet to parents that did not matter, he grew up lonely, parents were never truly around so in that sense, maybe it didn't matter so much when they eventually left him or perished. Antares never quite found out what happened. When he was six, he became a stowaway on a spaceship taking him far into the depths of the outer rim, soon discovering he was onboard a pirate ship, belonging to Captain Sorr and his crew, the Crimson Cascades. Their ship, Vermillion Tide was quite large for a pirate ship, and Sorr had taken over the crew after the original captain, Vermillion had died fighting the Empire.

Antares was discovered hiding on the ship but he wasn't punished for it, rather adopted into the family, raised as a cabin boy aboard the ship. Learning the tools of the trade and getting instilled with the honor code of thieves - still hunting the remnants of the empire in the outer rim wherever they could, in places the New Republic and recently reborn Jedi Order couldn't reach. They robbed the odd aristocrat and ally of the republic or separatists, too.

The Vermillion Tide met its end when it raided a cargo ship carrying supplies for what would later become The First Order when Antares was 14. The cargo ship had reinforcements arrive sooner than anticipated and the star destroyer annihilated the Crimson Tide. Leaving the ship crashing onto the sandy, hellish desert of Ranoon, an uninhabited planet since its climate was destroyed hundreds of years ago. A sandstorm blew in over Antares and the rest of the survivors, most of them perished, Antares only surviving thanks to his latent force abilities that allowed him to instinctively summon a barrier around him that kept the poisonous sand from killing him. Long enough for Jedi Master, and former Stormtrooper Of The Empire, Jadaarn to find him, following the star destroyer that had battled The Vermillion Tide.

Jadaarn was impressed by the native abilities of Ray and took him under his wing and over the past years, the two grew quite close, squabbling while the padawan began his training. Antares would make quick progress in lightsaber combat, able to easily transfer his skills with a vibroblade, but struggled with living up to his seen potential in the ways of the force. Nonetheless, The new council had ordered Ray and Jadaarn to split up for the coming mission, as this would be a test for the padawan under the command of another Jedi knight temporarily, and his first assignment without his master.

[Dusty]

Traest Kre'fey

Name: Captain Traest Kre’fey

Species: Bothan

Age: Forty-three

Appearance: A short, fuzzy creature Traest would not normally command the respect of his subordinates through appearance alone. Unlike most veteran officers who are large and domineering, he is small in stature, and although he stands ramrod straight, he barely clears a meter and half in total height. Traest however does not concern himself with such frivolous and unchangeable aspects. Aboard the bridge of his ship the white furred bothan demands respect and swift action, barking orders in a clear and concise manner, always maintaining an air calm control even in the worst of storms. Captain Kre’fey can always be found in the center of action, which is exactly where he wants to be. He commands the room, often running his claws through his silvery beard as he considers his options. Garbed in the usual uniform, a dark navy blue coat and trousers, decorated in a host of campaign ribbons and his silver officer bars. Overall Traset Kre’fey presents an almost endearing figure, if one could ignore the long fangs, and steely gaze. Most know better than to coo at the small bothan, and consider him either a dangerous foe, or a worthy ally. Kre’fey has forged his reputation through action and experience, and a sharp-eyed observer would take only a single glance to recognize the knowledge and grit that lies beneath.

Faction: New Republic/Republic Navy

Equipment: The Ralroost is a bothan assault cruiser, and Captain Kre’fey’s personal flag ship. Like its lead officer the vessel is smaller than the typical centerpiece cruiser but boasts a considerable combination of firepower and maneuverability and is not to be underestimated. She has weathered numerous battles, and after nearly fifteen years of service in both the Bothawui and New Republic navies and has undergone numerous upgrades and refitting. Nevertheless the Ralroost is still a formidable vessel, with long years of service left before her retirement. Besides his ship, Traest for the most part has a rather spartan outlook on life, keeping few personal possessions. Foremost among these however is his blaster pistol, which keeps an ever-present appearance at his hip, or resting on his bedside table.

Skills: As his status and rank within the Republic would imply Traest Kre’fey is an expert tactician. Since he was fifteen, he has been serving as an ensign aboard support frigates in the Rebellion and even commanding his own frigate during the waning years of the Empire. As a result, Kre’fey received very little formal military training, instead learning through the school of hard knocks. His tactics and strategies are based around facing superior foes, in both firepower and numbers, a trait he’s been forced to maintain due to the New Republic’s heavy demilitarization. He is most at home in hit and run battles, drawing the enemy in to finish them in a quick decisive victory.

Beyond Traest’s experience in fleet engagements the admiral has delved into other aspects of war including planetary invasions and internship firefights. He is a crack shot, and a surprisingly lethal warrior in close quarters, despite his smaller stature. The bothan has always been, and remains a skilled negotiator, mediating surrender deals, and handling both victory and defeat with all the grace of a gentleman. He spent nearly three years volunteering himself as a Republic representative to Bothawui in his brief retirement, which although he excelled in that field, he found it distasteful and soon returned to military service. Like most Bothans Traest has a knack for retaining important information, managing a long list of contacts, informants, and friends throughout the galaxy. Often his First Officer Commander Sarl has joked that wherever they go, there is always someone Kre’fey knows nearby. Finally, Kre’fey has an extraordinary ear for music, and even plays the Bothahorn, though rarely in public.

Weaknesses: The problem with being a lifelong soldier, is that there always needs to be a war to fight. The Republic has never been lacking in enemies, and yet peace can and has been negotiated without bloodshed. On many occasions Traest Kre’fey has been accused of being a warmonger, often unnecessarily provoking a fight when none was needed. As such Kre’fey carries a mixed reputation amongst the galactic populations, either as a war hero or a murderer and oftentimes as something in between. A fact that has garnered him a host of powerful enemies over the years. For the Republic and its Navy, they tend to keep Kre’fey at arm’s length. Recognizing him for his talents, but not fully condoning his practices. The bothan can be truly ruthless in battle, cunning and patient until he can force either surrender or death upon his enemies. Enacting either without hesitation, and with extreme prejudice. However, when left without some conflict or problem on which to focus his attentions Traest grows restless, pacing the decks and putting his crews through endless drills, offloading his frustration on his underlings.

History: For bothans, nepotism within the family and the clan are not only expected, but preferred as powerful bothans use their influence and connections push their children into better careers. For Traest Kre’fey the situation differed. His family had a history of martial education and although his father had been a respected officer, his recent defeats and humiliation left him without much political sway on Bothawui. Thus, Traest was shipped off to a less then reputable military academy, and was destined to be a lowly officer amongst the Bothawui defense fleet. Traest was a youth of ambition, and such a fate would never satisfy him. His tenure at the academy was short, as he focused his attentions instead on expanding his own prospects, which is how he came into contact with the Rebel Alliance. Lacking any true loyalty to the Rebellion’s cause young Kre’fey noted instead their aptitude to promote based on merit rather than nepotism like his own people, or species like the Empire. In short order Traest Kre’fey was an ensign aboard a support frigate at the ripe age of fifteen, and in a few quick years he was commanding his own vessel as the lead officer of a strike group. His abilities were noted, and he made numerous connections throughout the waning years of the Rebellion rising to the rank of Lieutenant Commander at the formation of the New Republic, recognized for his efforts at the Battle of Mardoora.

From there on out the young Bothan bounced his way across the galaxy as if determined to involve himself in every conflict that arose. He fought and defeated the Imperial forces over Mandalor, garnering for himself the title of Liberator, and yet another promotion. He was only twenty, and already a Commander, with a sizeable detachment at his beck and call. He would spend the next few years smashing extremists and pirates in the outer rim, hunting down Imperial enclaves until he was recalled to Chandrila at the start of the Separatist crisis. It is in this conflict that Traest saw the first blow to his reputation within the Republic. The newly minted Captain was largely to blame for Dalaa’s ease of framing the Republic and igniting the war. A mistake that nearly tarnished Kre’fey’s reputation permanently, but in true bothan fashion he clawed his way up from the foul repute, skillfully maneuvering himself to be the lead officer during the final confrontation against Dalaa. Despite his efforts in achieving victory, and the long list of successes he could never fully wash away the stain. His promotion to admiral, which once had seemed so close vanished as politics became involved. Moreover, the Republic had begun reforming its military, reigning in its officers, and using more bureaucratic and civilian oversight of the navy. Disgusted by the shackles forced upon him Kre’fey retired from military service, instead using his connections to get a comfy position as the Bothawui representative in the senate. His political career did not last long. Despite his evident skills as a negotiator Traest absolutely despised the climate within the Republic senate, and the inefficiency of the bureaucracy. Deciding he would rather be an admiral with restrictions, than a representative in the swamp Kre’fey recommissioned as an Fleet Captain in the Republic Navy, reclaiming his place on the bridge of his beloved Ralroost.

Syal Antilles

Name: Syal Antilles / Lysa Dunter

Species: Human/Corillian

Age: Twenty

Appearance: A lithe young woman Syal Antilles has always been athletic, and easy on the eyes. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a fair demeanor she has been pursued by her fair share of potential suiters. For her part Syal has never been interested in settling down. Her father instilled in her a love for flying and adventure, and ever since she could first pilot her small child sized speeder her face and hair have almost always been wild and windswept, like she just landed after a particularly daring ride. Although appearing dainty and fragile in the eyes of her family and friends, she proved herself tough enough to make it through the trials of Ranger training, and the rigorous courses of flight school. Dressed up in her navy blue flight suit Syal presents the perfect picture of willing eagerness, always anxious to be in the know and underway. Syal bears a great deal of confidence in the way she talks and acts, having inherited this trait from her father, and not without good reason. She excels in her chosen line of work and has always been the de facto leader of her friend groups, and fellow cadets. At the end of the day Syal is a bold leader, a loving daughter, and beautiful young woman, ready and willing to carve her own name into the galactic histories like her father before her.

Faction: Alliance Rangers

Equipment: Like many freshly trained Ranger pilots Syal possess only the most basic second hand gear, which makes up her service kit. Unlike most other Rangers however Syal has been assigned a new ETA-5 A-Wing Class interceptor. A state of the art light attack fighter, designed for short ranged interception and escort missions.

Skills: Syal is a pilot, and a damned good one. Although all Rangers undergo multiple levels of specialized training Syal was dedicated into a quick response flight team. Able to fly, land, and recover injured or dead Rangers whose missions went wrong. Her unit is also capable of escorting harried personnel through hostile environments, fending off pirates or other enemy contacts. She is a trained medic and first responder, and although untested in the crucible of a true mission Syal is more than confident in her learned abilities. Furthermore, Syal has been developing her talents in spacecraft hardware, and although she is no mechanic, she is more then capable of doing a significant amount of preventive maintenance beyond what is normally required.

Weaknesses: For the longest time Syal Antilles lived a life of ease and plenty. Her father was a war hero, her mother the same but slightly less recognized and in the cities of Corellia they lived in comfort. By account of her name alone Syal was almost immediately recognizable and it burned her to think she would be riding the coattails of her father to success. Subsequently upon enlisting with the Rangers she changed her name to Lysa Dunter, determined to forge her own way through life. This goes deeper unfortunately, as Lysa is determined to not be handed anything for free. Reluctant to accept help of any kind, and determined to ensure nothing is simply handed too her that she did not earn. Moreover she technically lied in her paperwork, meaning if her secret ever came to light it could bring serious repercussions even her famous lineage might not be able to fix, effectively cutting her off from her family. Her concern over being discovered clashes with her desire to stand out amongst the crowd, a difficult path she created for herself, and one she must come to terms with if she wishes to succeed within the Alliance Rangers.

History:
Syal Antilles could have been many things. She had the education to be an officer, the wit and education to enter politics, or even the opportunity to engage in a thousand different respectable, and most importantly safe careers open to a young adult of her heritage and ability. For all her short years Syal longed for the stars, and the excitement of adventure, to make her mark upon the galaxy. Her father Wedge Antilles, hero of the Rebel Alliance and Republic was guilty of encouraging the behavior. Although he did his duty trying to convince her to become a doctor, or some other field not dominated by bloodshed and strife he did so halfheartedly. She had always been a well-mannered, if somewhat mischievous young girl but it still came as a shock when, on her seventeenth year she snuck away and joined the Alliance Rangers as a galactic peacekeeper under the false moniker of Lysa Dunter.

She did well in her training, and in a few short years specialized into the position of a pilot. A somewhat mysterious, but well-liked cadet who took her duties and lessons seriously. The Rangers needed people, especially bright young firebrands like Lysa so they accepted her less then truthful answers willingly. They were a motley bunch in of themselves, hosting members from all walks of life and if one could pass the exams, and fulfill the requirements the Rangers didn’t much care.

After three long years Lysa Dunter was deemed ready for active service, and was given a month off to visit family if she so desired. Careful to give anything away Syal contacted her family, ensuring them of her wellbeing, only to discover her father knew of her whereabouts and condition. He had been keeping track of her progress through some undisclosed sources much to Syal’s chagrin, though he ensured her she was receiving no special treatment. Unconvinced Syal closed off the communication, upset that some unknown person or persons were keeping tabs on her. Determined to not let this unwelcome news ruin her personal success Lysa returned to the duty station early to report and receive her orders. She got an assignment surprisingly quickly, within a half hour to be precise. She was to leave at once and board a transport shuttle traveling to the Republic Ship Ralroost, and report to a Ranger Squadron Leader by the name of Varus Hardos, of Vibrosword Squadron. There she would receive further mission details. Shocked, but not altogether disappointed Lysa rushed to catch the departing shuttle, joining with other Republic and Ranger personal on their way to the Ralroost and the mysterious mission that awaited them.

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Name: Weron Kells
Species: Human
Age: 49
Faction: Galactic Alliance Rangers - Separatist Union Aligned.
Equipment:
Skills:

• Combat Trained: Having been the son of a CIS intelligence officer and a Rebel Operative, he is proficient in short/mid range combat and hand to hand.
• Intelligence Gathering: With the fall of the CIS and the formation of the Empire, Weron used the skills taught to him by his father to destabilise the efforts of the Empire and assist the Rebellion. When the Empire fell he joined the New Separatist Union. Working as an agent throughout the Daala Crisis. Once the Crisis ended he was re-assigned to the Alliance Rangers where he now serves as a Ranger Sergeant aboard the Milky Way.
• Technologically minded: He has grown up around droids. Working on them, maintaining and modifying them. He can repair a B1 Battledroid and have it combat operational in virtually no-time at all. Slicing his way into various systems, while he may be older now his mind is as sharp as ever.
• Psychological Student: Before he went on to become an Intelligence Officer he studied at Reena University and left with a degree in forensic psychology.

Weaknesses:

• Age: Other species can get to his age and still be children. Humanity doesn't offer such luxuries. He's getting old, and slow and he hurts.
• Isolated: There aren't many Separatist Rangers, and there are still some hard feelings between the member states of the Galactic Alliance.
• Poor Social Skills: He's worked as a special forces agent all his life. Mostly with droids. While he understands psychology, it doesn't mean he's good at making friends.

History: Weron was born towards the end of the Clone Wars. His father, a Separatist General aided several of the remaining holdouts who refused to surrender after the Clone Wars came to an end. Weron grew up around conflict and droids. Eventually he would follow in his fathers footsteps, joining one of the many rebel cells that sprung up across the Galaxy.

As a Rebel Agent he specialised in hacking and slicing as well as droid repair, he hunted down crashed Separatist Ships, abandoned factories looking for anything not tidied up by the Galactic Empire. He found himself on Bracca several times scouring old Separatist Ships for any signs of leftover droids. He never quite formed enough to make a substantial army but he used them to great effect for hit and run operations, distractions or simply to harass the Galactic Empire.

He continued on in this role throughout the Galactic Civil War, as his cell joined the Rebel Alliance. Once the New Republic formed, and the Government seemed to be harbouring back to the way it had been before the Clone Wars the New Separatist Union formed and he rejoined his own people. He was active up through the Daala campaign and since the formation of the Galactic Alliance he has become a First Class Lieutenant within the Alliance Rangers. His most recent deployment is aboard the Milky Wy in charge of the Rangers that act as its infantry.