[OOC] Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

[Sep]

This had no right to go as hard as it did.

[Apollosarcher]

Airus Vel Aath

Lieutenant Inspector Airus Vel Aath (WIP)

| {Full Name} |

Airus Vel Aath

| {Age} |

37

| {Species} |

Miraluka

| {Gender} |

Male

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

Yes- Light/Grey

| {Appearance} |

Airus stands roughly two meters tall, with a muscular build that reflects his own constant training, his weight is around ninety kilograms thanks to his rather dedicated psychical training. Tufts of red hair often sticking out from his rather uncombed hair and the blindfold that wraps around his head. Scars mostly healed along his chest, while usually wrapped in traditional Jedi robes Airus does favor the traditional brown and blacks color choices closer to home or when traveling on trips that involve less crawling through the dirt.

With pale skinned tanned from field work and days spent looking for items or gathering information scholars within the temple requested. At a distance with his hood up, many assume Airus is much older than he appears upon lowering it the Miraluka's rather unblemished skin, with a strong jawline his usual clothes looking more akin to traveling pilgrim or settler, than a Alsakan constable or battle tested Jedi knight who more so favor armor. He also keeps a small military locker with extra robes, his official uniform, dress uniform, clone wars era armor, tools, and equipment on board his ship.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

A refit Pelta class Frigate The Blind Luck, with large personal data stacks and a personal training dojo with high end holographic simulation droid, and a small but well stocked bar next to the kitchen. Airus keeps several datapads filled with information on criminals, activate investigations, and data records he is in the process of archiving. His two Astromech's, Sparks and Goldie. Two light sabers one in yellow and one in white, designed by Varina Vel Aath and given to her brother as gifts. Cin Drallig's training Holocron, the temple battle master and finest saber teacher the Order has had in recent memory. Jocasta Nu's Holocron the Chief librarian's holocron, a Holocron that covers the vast majority of information one might need to locate or how to locate it. The memory crystals for Holocrons are stored within his belt. Jedi equipment belt, stun pistol, deactivator, pair of binders, and Alsakani Judicial badge.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Archivist and Archeologist: Trained by Jocastu Nu, Airus is the rare breed of younger Jedi with the knowledge and ability to maintain, build, and curate the data stacks the Jedi Order is known for within temples. While the Alsakan Judicial Branch has many Jedi who can patrol and serve but few who can provide more critical services. Airus and skeleton staff lorekeepers have been tasked with the enormous job of filing and securing all of the data and holocrons they can salvage from Coruscant, other locations, and recover from black market sales. Airus was also given access to Jocasta Nu's holocron which contains the knowledge she wished her successor to have, as such. Airus is considered a wealth of information and while he may not remember exactly what they need at a given time he usually can find something relevant and useful quickly enough to help.

The Last Battle Master's Chosen: The Jedi Order had many great duelists and lightsaber combatants. Mace Windu, Dooku, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, all of them however considered one man their friend, equal, and at some point another sparring partner, however, not one of them was a better teacher than Cin Drallig Battle Master and commander of the Temple Guard. Brought up in the Jedi crèche Airus was allowed to forgo form I training for form III instead by Cin Drallig after the child delivered him explanation on why Jedi should focus on protection over attack. Airus grew to become one of the most capable in practitioner in Soresu over the years, the clone wars quickly sharpening those skills. Adding Form V to skills during the clone wars and developing to near completion under the Argent before finally proving himself during his flight.

Alsakani Jedi: Keeping the peace is more so about solving practical problems rather than esoteric mystery's of the force. As such Jedi who live and work with the Judaical branch focusing more so on non-lethal duties and public service. He focused on trying to learn things that would serve him well throughout life rather than focus on combat skills and things to substitute his lightsaber skill. Taking to things that would serve him and those he cared about well in the field or help him fulfill his duties in the temple better. Taking a Sentinel like approach he asked himself what is practical and not what is powerful. Airus see's the force as something to helping him serve, not as a weapon. The Jedi is the tool the force merely the medium they depend on to get there. With investigation and critical thinking becoming the backbone of the Jedi serving Judicials.

Veteran of two wars: Airus led clones and militia's against the CIS as well fought them himself, from Outer Rim to the defense of the Inner Rim. As such his combat experience was forged in warfare against the Dark Acolytes, droids, and more. Airus's experience in the clone wars had tempered him into a capable leader and decisive leader. This would be further showcased when Airus led squads of judicials against the creatures made by the Arkanian rebels. Airus would be twice decorated and promoted during putting down the rebellion. This time spent in the field combined with study has made him fluent in nearly three dozen languages, reading many more.

Alsakani Jedi patrol pilot: Skilled in bringing the firepower and speed of an T-65 to bear or maneuvering The Blind Luck while coordinating judicial patrol craft. He is by no means an ace but a strong force sensitivity and years of flying craft have given him at enough skill to avoid his foes and strike back.

The Anaxes Connections: The Vel Aath family have been serving in the Republic and attending the war college as long as the republic navy has had a war college on Anaxes. While Airus hails from the Coruscanti branch his relatives on Anaxes have welcomed him with open arms... And grand public relations. With the Vel Aath family currently holding position of Senator from the historically military bound planet and Airus is now a ranking member of the Judicials with accolades to his name and the Chiefs favor Airus wonders where their influence ends. Though the families long service record and unblemished dedication to the Republic have made them friends to both the Mandalorian's and Corellian's with both interested in courting the martial culture of Anaxes.

Secret novelist: Airus writes several romance book series under a pen name... It is almost unknown to the galaxy as a whole and he prefers it stay that way. The books are best sellers throughout the different regions and Airus fears what would happen if his fan base found out a Jedi wrote these... Or his co-workers and friends teasing should they learn of it.

| {Force Abilities} |

Force Sense
Telekinetic Defense
Force Empathy
Force Sight
Force Speed
Farsight
Jedi Hibernation
Mind Trick
Mind Shield
Comprehend Speech
Precognition
Telepathy
Telekinesis
Breath Control
Force Heal
Psychometry
Alter Damage
Revitalize
Detoxify Poison
Force body
Serenity
Force Weapon

| {Limitations} |

Hyper fixation: Airus has an issue with letting things go, mysteries and puzzles are things he has to crack. From deciphering languages to solving riddles a compulsion of sorts to understand and learn about all things. Airus has trouble avoiding this even when it's in his best interest.

Argent Escapee: Airus is one of the very small number of individuals to ever leave the Argent Order and continue to live, mostly thanks to the protections his position, relatives, and the Mandalorian's afforded him after his escape with critical and damning information on the Argent and what they attempted to do. As such the Argent would love nothing more than to kill Airus and would take any excuse to bring him back or terminate him depending on what is most convenient.

Miraluka: Born without eyes, Airus can only see through the use of the force and when cut off from it by himself, by force, drugs, or other means. Without the force Airus must depend on hearing and touch alone to navigate, he has learned somewhat how to navigate without the force but is still far less graceful without the force to aid him.

Compassionate to a fault: Airus is one of the kindest people you will ever meet, his natural empathy and kindness towards others has made him into someone people from outside the order find approachable. While many would say Airus shows almost to much kindness, the truth is that he feels the need to improves others lives by doing anything he can. Believing that Jedi are more meant to pursue a better universe through all means fighting, charity, goodwill, or just simple acts of benevolence. This has also led Airus to develop a very strict practice of putting people first, the force is not used to rule over or command others.

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| {Personality} |

Airus is one of the more traditional knights, still having some of the traditional beliefs and ideals of the Jedi with a more modern teaching intermingling in his world view. His time under Master Drallig shaped his view on lightsaber combat and his later years serving under Master Nu. He found an understanding of more modern teachings and that the old ways while useful are not always the best ways. Flourishing as a student of knowledge and reveling in lightsaber combat, Airus did receive advanced training Light Warden training from another Jedi Master.

Airus prepares for combat and expects violence against him but never raises his fist first, taking any step he can to avoid fighting. Airus gives freely of his medical talents, force skills, and time to anyone who needs the assistance. However, the Jedi Consular can be devious having picked up a gambling as a pass time and is rather successful. Kindly, compassionate, and deviously clever Airus is strange but interesting Jedi Knight.

| {Place of Origin} |

Coruscant, Jedi Temple

| {Background} |

A history of your character showing important events in their past.

Backstory, both siblings

Before the Fall:

Airus and Varina hail from the prominent Vel Aath family. Originally from Anaxes, the family has a long history of service dating back to the Great Hyperspace wars as both officers and Jedi. The twins Miralukan mother, Captain Velmira Vel Aath, was born into the family's Coruscant branch while his father Evra Revlad was a Republic starship engineer and designer who worked for a multitude of companies. Incom and Mandal Motors being his biggest claims to fame.

Aieua and Varina were discovered at a very early age to be force sensitive with powerful empathic abilities, as the family had done for generations both were turned over to the Jedi. With the galaxy becoming more dangerous every day and both parents busier than ever, they felt it was better for the children to be somewhere they could be attended to. Especially after Evra's death in the early clone wars by a CIS bombing plot. Velmira devotes herself now even further to ending the war, fearing her kids would be made to fight it if she did not.

Airus and Varina were raised with little knowledge of their family save from references in temple texts and history files. With Varina showing a natural talent for the Shii-Cho and excelling quickly in the form. Airus meanwhile refused the form from an early age citing that Jedi strove to defend in an age of blaster fire, what use was a form that did not excel in defending from a withering hail of incoming blaster bolts. This would escalate until the temple Battlemaster Cin Drallig would get involved. Amused at the child's ability to reason at such a young age Airus was pulled from normal saber classes and taught directly in Soresu by Cin Drallig.

Airus grew quickly as a saber combatant and student of the library. While Varina turned her connection in the force towards science and art while building her abilities in the force concert with her own natural gifts. Both would with each other build upon their natural empath abilities they had shown. When it came time for Padawan selection both twins Felanil Baaks took on Varina, the Duros delighted to have a future Artisan, a skill becoming rarer in the order. While Airus was specially requested to become Cin Drallig's Padawan. Both accepted at the young age of thirteen and pushed to serve as commanders of the Republic army.

Varina grew rapidly as took up piloting and her master's skill in form zero, the art of nonviolent intervention. Her force abilities flourished as she learned of unique materials, places, crystals, and more that could be used to alter and prepare a lightsaber for a person. She also learned of the technique for turning more common crystals into usable ones and making synthetic ones should she ever be denied the ability to make a trip to crystal caverns. She campaigned through the clone wars as a pilot and insurgent leader helping to arm and train the populations to resist the occupying droid army.

Airus found himself now much prominently placed in the order. With dreams of serving as a Battlemaster, but his truly impressive talent for the force and moreover Lorekeepers duties. The council of first knowledge regularly requested Airus for missions as Cin Drallig's duty kept him from leaving the temple often he was regularly sent alone or with clone trooper accompaniment to the field.

Airus faced off and escaped dark acolytes as without a master for guidance they focused on pillaging and stealing whatever they could from the Jedi to learn more. Other missions were often part of small fleets and flotilla of supply ships reinforcing fronts or local system armies. He did see major combat as a commander on Geonosis at the start of war and later was assigned along with clone troopers to clear the tunnels with flamethrowers equipped clone troopers.

Sent to Ryloth to deliver aid and alongside Varina the siblings worked to help the locals train and equip themselves for combat against the CIS. Varina and Republic fighter squadrons providing air support. Airus meanwhile spent his time helping integrate clone and militia forces to improve combat effectiveness and learned about the Twi'lek's from Cham Syndulla. Airus and Varina would help make the Twi'lek's an effective fighting force but be reassigned before the campaign saw its conclusion.

Arriving on Kamino with Varina and other Jedi in time for the second CIS assault. Airus was part of the counter offensive leading two Clone Commando units to attack a Lucrehulk forming the backbone of the protective blockade on the planet. Successfully disabling the command sphere from the wider rings guns. Airus and the commandos were able to weaken the CIS for Republic fleet assault to recapture orbital control.

Mimban was his last active warzone while Varina was assigned to Ondoron to assist the partisans. Airus would meanwhile be assigned to Mudjumpers, a unit of jump pack troopers who specialized in drop assault, aerial combat, and frontline blitz assaults. The trench warfare on Mimban was horrendous and lasted nearly two years of the war. Facing far more dangerous droids and Deathwatch fanatics, Airus was instrumental in defeating them, especially in night time trench raids and tunnel fights.

By the end of the war as CIS's power loomed, Airus was sent after Jedi, Sith, and other artifacts. Hunting information and data as well as assisting with backing up data from the great library. While Varina found herself regularly joining defense fleets to supervise new fighter squadrons or training resistance groups with a handful of clones. A far cry from the grand army they had once been commanding.

Airus would be wounded against the dark acolyte Severance Tan and sent to a Jedi medical corps ship. While Varina would be stationed at Anaxes to give a commencement address to that years graduating officers. The fall of Coruscant was something both siblings felt reverberate through them. Airus broke down as he felt the death of his master.

Backstory currently in the works, but I wanted to give everyone a chance to look at it as such.

[Sep]

Its not what you think

Don't judge me

I couldn't help myself

Don't hate me

Yo you're still going?

Very well then.

Rae Kilian

Senior lieutenant Kilian

| {Full Name} |

Rae Kilian

| {Age} |

23

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

No

| {Appearance} |

Rae is a 5'5 caucasian woman. She is incredibly pale, because she spends very little time on planet, spending most of her time in space and in uniform. With her helmet off the main distinction she has over other people is her bright red hair.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• Flight Suit: Rae like all Imperial Pilots is assigned a flight suit. The suit has inbuilt life support meaning if she ends up EVA she doesn't risk death.
• EC-17 Holdout Blaster: Single blaster pistol, just incase.
• TIE/interceptor: A Tie Interceptor painted with the yellow stripe off the 287th Fighter Wing.

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Physicality: She's no master athlete but he is physically in good shape. She has to be in order to pilot in the way he does, event inertia dampeners only have so much effect in a dogfight.
• Fighter Ace: She joined the Fighter Corp at as young an age as possible. In order to live up to her family name, and prove that her family name isn't the only reason she gained the position. She has pushed herself to becoming one of the best.
• Survivalist Training: Like all fighter pilots within the Imperial Navy Rae is trained to be able to survive shot down behind enemy lines, and live long enough to be rescued and recovered.
• Mechanic: As above. All Imperial Pilots are required to have at least a basic understanding of their craft and how to operate/repair them. It's not something she's naturally gifted at, but its something she's spent time to get good at.
• Tactician: A combination of training and a willing mind allows her to react quickly to evolving situations and maxise her efforts to try and guarantee success.

| {Limitations} |

• Surname: Raes grandfather served in the Clone Wars as an Admiral for the Republic Navy. Her father served, and still currently serves in the military as an Intelligence Officer. Both Admiral Kilian (ret) and Colonel Kilian are respected and known names within the Empire. While Rae received no special favor, good luck convincing some of her peers of that.
• Origin: Not an issue with some, but her family origins in Corellia cause some hardliners within the Empire to have issues. It is largely just political wrangling.
• Target Blindness: Like many pilots, once she has locked in on an idea/target then that is all she can concentrate on. A pilots greatest folly.
• Callous/Gruff: She's a great pilot, and even has skill as a flight lieutenant, however she's closed off and cold to everyone around her. Walls she's had to put up in order to protect herself.

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| {Personality} |

Rae has your typical pilot Type-A personality. She has remarkable self-control and is disciplined in her actions. Every step she takes is designed to help her toward her goals. The issue being here is that she is also naturally very competitive, almost to a fault. She hones in on her target and can't let it go, fighting to get a solution even in no-win situations.

With her family being in the positions they are she's also had to learn to be hardened to the outside world. She feels a desire and a need to prove herself in her service, she needs to distinguish herself. She is her own woman, she isn't in the Fighter Corps because of her Father or Grandfather. She is there on her own merit.

| {Place of Origin} |

Yaga Minor

| {Background} |

Rae was born on the shipyards of Yaga Minor before the fall of the Galactic Republic. She doesn't remember much of her formative years. She remembers that there was chaos and change. Her Grandfather was tasked with the defense of Yaga Minor as the Separatists Continued their advances in the Galactic North. When Admiral Jira Renkar took Ord Mantell and formed the Imperium, Admiral Kilian and the people of Yaga Minor swore their fealty to the fledgling empire. Rae doesn't remember much about these times, being the fact she was a toddler.

As she grew older her father and grandfather weren't around much. Her Grandfather, Shoan Kilian, helped keep the shipyards running and spent many days on Ord Mantell helping secure and create the Imperial Navy. Her Father meanwhile was often off on assignment in what would become the Imperial Security Bureau.

School was a changing time, as curriculums changed. Even in its fledgling state the Empire created a strong sense of duty. The peaces signed by the other nations were seen as a betrayal to all that had been lost during the days of the Galactic Republic. Duty and the ability to serve were the highest honors someone could achieve. This was drilled into Rae from a young age not just at school, but at home. Her Grandfather told her tales of the Clone Wars, tales that were far bloodier than anything her father as an intelligence officer could tell her.

She was twelve when the Battle of Ilum against the Great Enemy. She was never told by her Father or Grandfather who or what the great enemy was, but she saw her duty and her place. Already having a need for speed, and a keen eye as soon as she could enlist in the Imperial Starfighter Corps. She did. She excelled at every avenue and hurdle that she came across. Tested to see if she was Force Sensitive, she rose quickly in the ranks.

Some questioned it, feeling her last name was the reason she managed to advance in the way she did. Clearing the Flight Academy on Ord Cantell as an Ensign she was assigned to the Carrier Allegiant and deployed on the frontier against the Confederacy. In her first engagement, she managed to take out two vultures before attacking a third that was making a run on the carrier. Her attack succeeded however she ended up EVA. Gaining a cross for her achievement she was granted the rank of Lieutenant.

Continuing in their war against the CIS, she quite often turned down leave. Feeling the need to prove her worth. The exception to this was when her Grandfather died. It momentarily shattered her resolve. While she loved her father, he had been absent for much of her teenage years. Meanwhile, her Grandfather having been re-assigned to an administrative post had been a big part of her journey into service. Returning to service she had a new sense of conviction to see the Separatists routed. Gaining an unprecedented second promotion within her early years of service to Senior Lieutenant she was re-assigned to the the Endurance and assigned a yellow-striped TIE/Interceptor.

She isn't sure where she's headed yet, she hasn't been told. Rae just knows whatever is happening now is big, and no doubt she'll make her grandfather proud.

[Sep]

@Chev we seen you lurkin'

How you doing Buddy?

[Chev]

@Chev we seen you lurkin'

How you doing Buddy?

@Sep

Doing pretty good. Gonna be honest, I've been giving some thought to seeing if I could join.

[Bastian]

Done - though I have yet to find a face for him.

The Ghost of Obroa-skai

Il-Lyo "Lyo" Sechero, Guardian of the Empire

| {Full Name} |

Il-Lyo Sechero

| {Age} |

21

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Male

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

Yes - Gray, but leaning towards the Light.

| {Appearance} |

Il-Lyo is something of an oddity - an immediately striking and eye-catching figure, yet one apparently quite unused to attention. Notably tall at 6'4", with a thin build and a slight hunch to his posture, he is possessed of long, straight black hair which is typically pulled half-up into a bun, with the rest coming down to around the middle of his shoulder blades. Where uncovered, his skin is pale and smooth, though on the rightmost parts of his face and body the skin is thick and uneven with scars, only just visible before the rest of the ruin is hidden underneath the overlapping plates of flexisteel.

The left side of Lyo's face has handsome, almost delicate features, with high cheekbones, a sharp jaw and pointed chin, and a single deep brown eye. The right eye is gone, replaced by a dimly glowing red photoreceptor affixed to a metal housing grafted to the skin. Across the right cheek and jaw, the plates of metal overlap backwards towards the scalp and neck. The right arm and leg are likewise missing, replaced with state-of-the-art cybernetics that are covered in the same smooth black flexisteel. Still breaking in these, his second-ever pair of replacement limbs, Lyo walks with a bit of an awkward dragging motion to his gait, favoring his left leg as he grows accustomed to the balance of the heavier right.

For clothing, the young Imperial Guardian wears a long, loose robe made of silvery thread, which covers his cybernetic arm down to the hand but leaves the left arm and shoulder exposed. Underneath, he usually wears a cuirass of flexible black body armor of the same standard make used by the Galaxy over by field agents, enlisted officers, and the like - the kind that's high quality enough to take a shot or two from a light blaster, but not much more. Underneath that is typically his Guardian's uniform. When off-duty, the armor and uniform are usually replaced by a nondescript brown pair of mechanic's coveralls.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• Force Pike: Lyo's current main weapon after his lightsaber was destroyed in the crash. At its full length, the pike is almost as tall as he is, made entirely of cortosis-weave durasteel with a spike on one end and a solid spherical counterweight on the other. When not in use, it can be collapsed to half its size and used as a cane, with the counterweight serving as a hand rest. During combat, its tip is charged with crackling energy that can stop enemies in their tracks. Lyo runs through a series of katas with the weapon daily, hoping if nothing else to keep his forms and instincts sharp.
• Merr-Son RK-3 Blaster: A small, cheap holdout blaster that can be easily concealed within one's armor or robes for the rare instance that something needs to be shot from far away rather than pulled close with the Force.
• Saber Crystal: The only part of the twisted, melted remains of Lyo's first lightsaber that was able to be salvaged. Strangely, the experience seems to have altered it in some way - once a deep burnt orange, the crystal has lightened to more of a lustrous gold color, with the fine, sharp edges shimmering with what seems like barely-restrained energy.
• Delta-7c Aethersprite-class Light Interceptor: Lyo once owned a stock Delta-7, restored lovingly and passed down to him by his father, which served as his personal starship in service to the Empire. His love for the fighter was well-known among the ranks of his peers in the Guardians, and its gold-and-white form cut an intimidating figure at the head of a formation of TIEs. When Lyo was shot down over Obroa-skai, the original interceptor was damaged beyond repair, and the youth was without a starship of his own for a long while. After finally making his return to Imperial space a year later, he was presented with a new Delta-7 for his service to the Empire: an upgraded version manufactured by Sienar Fleet Systems after acquiring the design from KSE, produced and commissioned with the few elite fighter pilots of the Shadow Council in mind. This new Delta-7 is faster, better-armed, and, uniquely for its kind, carries a hyperdrive. It is all black, with Imperial cog ensigns in red near the cockpit.

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Duelist: With the loss of Lyo's dominant hand as well as one of his legs, his swordplay is a pale imitation of what it used to be. However, having adopted a new two-handed fighting style with his force pike, he is able to compensate somewhat for the inherent clumsiness in both his cybernetic and non-dominant hands. He is still capable of dealing with any untrained opponent in melee combat, and would stand a good chance against all but the particularly skilled otherwise.
• Fighter Ace: During his early years as an Imperial Cadet and then as a Guardian-in-training, Lyo discovered his natural affinity for flying; in particular, he excelled in the handling of light and speedy fighter craft. Quickly growing to love piloting more than anything else, he spent almost as much time in flight sims as in the sparring room with saber in hand. During his brief time as a real Guardian before his accident, he spent most of it leading squadrons of TIE pilots into battle in the skies from his Delta-7. Though most strong Force users make good pilots, Lyo is a step above, seeming to have an almost precognitive sense for what maneuvers to make to place his fighter exactly where it needs to be, evading enemy fire and bringing down targets with ease.
• Hobby Mechanic: Before the crash, Lyo was all too happy to allow astromechs or career mechanics to repair his starfighter for him. After coming under the employment of smugglers, however, there was no one left for him to order around to do these things. As a result, he found himself being enlisted to roll up his sleeves and get underneath the service panels of the freighters himself. Initially hating the work, he begrudgingly listened to the elder smugglers as the showed him where to place a hydrospanner to release a mechanism, what coils to pull in order to shunt power away from critical subsystems, and other things that you could only learn in the trade. Surprising himself, he grew to enjoy the work. It gave him a sense of self-reliance, allowed him to maintain his own cybernetics when they inevitably malfunctioned, and gave him an outlet for his worries - as it turns out, your hands shake less when they have something to do.
• Underworld knowledge: Though by no means a master of manipulating the criminal underbelly of the Galaxy, a year and a half of serving as the right hand of smuggler lord Samnel Vande gave the young Guardian a familiar sense for the organization of pirate gangs, the flow of illegal goods across the Hyperspace lanes, and other cryptic knowledge that he could never have learned through a lifetime of study at the academies of the Shadow Council. As the main point of contact for Vande's covert smuggling operations in Empire space, Lyo knows how to keep less than legal activity out of the sight of his colleagues.

| {Force Abilities} |

• Force precognition
• Keen mind sense
• Battle meditation (untrained)
• Force wave, push, and telekinesis
• Debris field: Lyo is capable of lifting numerous small objects at once, focusing on a single area and spinning everything around in a telekinetic cyclone. This leaves him immobile and vulnerable in his concentration, but can be devastating for anything caught within.
• Force lightning (left hand only)
• Force camouflage
• Force unity: A somewhat unique development of Lyo's, created from his constant and long meditations attempting to center himself amidst his trauma. In battle, he can call upon the Force to flow into and cloak his body, using his considerable strength in the Force to empower his comparatively weak and frail body and giving him improved stamina and strength. This gives him an edge during melee combat that he would otherwise severely lack, but it comes with the cost of hamstringing his ability to use other powerful Force abilities.

| {Limitations} |

• Crippled: Once in peak physical condition and one of the finest up-and-coming fighters in the Shadow Council, Lyo was left debilitated by his injuries in the crash (some apparent externally, and some, perhaps more devastating, internally), which caused him to deteriorate physically. He is now thin and somewhat frail, and his new cybernetics which he has not adjusted to yet have compounded this weakness to make him slower and off-balance.
• War Trauma: Being one of the best pilots this side of the Hydian Way means precious little when your mind is filled with the screams of malfunctioning ion engines and the feel of sparks spraying across your skin, and your hands can't seem to stop shaking when they touch the yoke of a starfighter command console.
• Scarred: Though he has learned humility and social grace ever since living among smugglers, becoming much more pleasant to be around, Lyo's once handsome features have been disfigured and partially hidden under a grotesque plate of metal. Speaking directly to him can make some visibly uncomfortable, and others outright scared.
• Headstrong: One thing that has consistently gotten Lyo into trouble and never changed after his accident: his ability to push straight ahead towards what he desires without regard for the consequences. Even now, his incredibly dangerous position of two conflicting loyalties may be jeopardized by his almost obsessive desire to know more about the mythical Dark Path and the artifacts they may or may not possess.
• Imperial superiority: Though the experiences he has gone through have humbled Lyo severely, he sometimes still has the initial instinct to look down on others for things they have no control over.

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| {Personality} |

At one time, Lyo was the rising star of the Shadow Council. He had the support of many around him, and what seemed like limitless potential to climb higher in the echelons of the Empire and the powers of the Force. He was confident, self-absorbed, shameless. His injury seemed to put a firm cap on that amazing sense of potential and shattered his pride and self-assuredness. However, it also started a long journey of self-discovery for the young Guardian. The smuggler that took him in and practically raised him for over a year slowly and patiently broke down the boundaries of his arrogance and the foundations of his privileged worldview, until at last a new Lyo emerged - one that was meek, hesitant and soft-spoken, easily flustered and awkward, but also humble, friendly and empathetic. Some remnants of his upbringing still emerge from time to time - a stiff-necked response to a low-brow joke here, a knee-jerk moral judgement of a struggling individual there. As time goes on, however, occurrences of these instinctual responses are few and far between.

Some other vestiges of his old self could never be truly stamped out by his experiences, such as his impatience and stubbornness when it came to learning and gaining power, but overall the change was enough that when he finally returned to the ranks of the Empire his former friends could not reconnect with him, not quite believing that he was the same person. Some that used to resent him, however, began to warm up to him, ever so slowly.

| {Place of Origin} |

Lyo was born on Coruscant, to well-off but relatively unimportant parents: Manyu and Deena Sechero, who owned and managed a small starfighter parts manufacturing firm located in Coruscant's industrial district. After the events of Knightfall, his family relocated to Ord Mantell and he spent the rest of his childhood calling the new Imperial capital home.

| {Background} |

Lyo was barely a year old when Grievous's warships rained death on the Galaxy's beating heart, though he was not on the surface of the planet at the time. All three of the Secheros were aboard a large luxury yacht owned by a close family friend as it orbited the far side of the planet.

It was here, in the Republic's darkest hour, that Lyo's parents earned their distinction for heroics in the annals of the future Empire. As the CIS turned the Senate district into molten slag, Manyu commandeered his friend's vessel, bringing it down near the surface as the bombarding fleet was still overhead. As he pulled alongside the many helpless citizens stranded among the shattered and burning cityscape, his wife and others aboard the former tourist cruise worked to free the injured from under fallen debris and put out fires. They continued all day, making trips to and from the surface to rescue anyone they could and tending to their innocent son as he screamed and wailed from his place strapped securely into a seat on the bridge.

Some time after this incident, hearing of the developing situation on Ord Mantell and Admiral Renkar's exploits in the Galactic North, Manyu and Deena gathered everything they owned, including the raw materials from their workplace, and headed directly to the nascent capital of the Empire, with many of those they rescued following suit. The Secheros freely donated all of their supplies to the war effort against the CIS, eventually setting up shop on Ord Mantell and beginning to manufacture blasters, armor and other military equipment. For these noble deeds, though they never fought themselves, they were recognized by the Emperor for heroism and service to the Empire.

Growing up, the son of this esteemed family was made acutely aware of the importance of serving the Imperial cause and made to believe that he would be one of the best of the new generation of Imperials. When it was discovered that he was Force sensitive, Il-Lyo quickly enrolled to be trained at the academies of the Shadow Council at the enthusiastic encouragement of his father. The youth took incredibly well to his training, emerging victorious more often than not in sparring matches with all of his peers and growing strong in the Force under the careful tutelage of the masters.

Once he constructed his lightsaber and became a Guardian in earnest, Lyo, rather than guarding the Emperor himself, volunteered to lead the elite forces of the Empire in taking the fight directly to the CIS, his hatred for their kind having been carefully stoked by educators and trainers above him all his life. He was eager to prove his power and distinguish himself on the field of battle in service to the Emperor and his people. What followed was a series of lightning-quick air and space raids against key CIS strategic weak points, supplemented by information used to devastating effect by the ISB and Inquisitorius. Over time, Lyo helped to weaken the Separatists' already tenuous grasp on the hyperspace lanes of the Galactic East, weakening military targets on critical worlds that allowed them to move freely towards the Outer Core.

The Guardian's good fortune finally turned on a final fateful mission to the archival world of Obroa-skai. Intelligence gathered by ISB field agents confirmed the existence of a large collection of Force artifacts, some Jedi and others older, more cryptic, that were thought to have been destroyed in the events of Knightfall but in fact had been secretly moved offworld shortly beforehand. With their weakening grasp on the sector, the CIS was now attempting to move these artifacts en masse along the space lanes back to the south, towards more fortified portions of their space.

Lyo again volunteered himself and his wing of fighters for this mission, as ever wanting to know more about the higher mysteries of the Force and hating the very idea of the artifacts continuing to be misused in CIS hands. Striking the furthest they ever had outside of Imperial territory, Lyo and his pilots droppped out of hyperspace into a trap. The CIS was, indeed, moving the artifacts out of system, loading them into a series of massive bulk freighters hanging in the lower atmosphere of Obroa-skai. But they had anticipated this very attack and concentrated the bulk of their military might in the area around these freighters.

In the short, bloody, chaotic battle that followed, Lyo refused to call a retreat, believing the artifacts to be worth the cost. As he aimed his fighter directly for the path of the departing freighters, a surface turbolaser battery blasted the starboard side of his interceptor to ruin. The panicked cries of his fighter squadron and the noises of battle bled away, replaced by the out-of-control screaming of the ion engines as he careened wildly towards the ground. His control console sparked and short circuited; the friction of the air caused a blossom of flame around the pointed edge of his fighter, and, at last, the massive g-forces of its death throes caused its pilot to fall unconscious.

He remembered very little of the next few days; a dark blur of pain and many different voices and sounds that passed him by as quickly as they came. Unbeknownst to both the Empire and the CIS, a small team of smugglers had also come to Obroa-skai to investigate the rumored caches of artifacts. These were the crew of one Samnel Vande: gentleman thief, information broker, and luxury goods dealer. While not the most famous criminal in the Galaxy, he had managed to cultivate quite a reputation as one of the best in the business. Vande saw something in the burned, disfigured youth that his men pulled from the fallen starfighter after the battle, and he had his medics get to work on him as they departed the planet otherwise empty-handed.

Lyo finally returned to lucidity almost a week later, his right arm and leg missing and replaced with crude, flimsy surplus-grade cybernetics and his face wrapped in bacta-soaked bandages. When he met his savior soon after, he was disgusted and shamed to have been saved by a mere smuggler, a stain on the dark underside of Galactic trade. Vande, however, only showed the young Imperial kindness, to the incredulity of his crew. Lyo was forced to reflect on his biases at this unexpected showing of hospitality. At the smuggler lord's offer, he eventually agreed to work for him, and over time the two grew to be effective partners and even close friends, with Lyo serving as his second during all kinds of under the table deals on various illegal goods. Vande taught Lyo the tricks of his trade and Lyo used his senses to determine when a deal would go bad, when a client was withholding the truth of their intentions, and when an ambush was lurking ahead. Eventually, Lyo began to think of the older man as a sort of father figure. Though the smuggler was different from his parents or anyone else he had looked up to during his childhood and adolescence, he had a charm and a sense of care for his people that made the Imperial grow to love him in a similar way.

This unexpected but highly effective partnership elevated Vande and his outfit to new levels of prominence in the underworld, increasing their profits and notoriety throughout the Galaxy. Lyo began to experience a sense of camaraderie with the smugglers that he had never experienced in the Empire - a sense of familial closeness that was nothing like the cold formality of the Imperial upper crust; a feeling that would accelerate the slow change in him inside and out. Somewhat soured on the glories of the Empire, Lyo hesitantly began to share information on safe contacts to approach to set up smuggling operations in the Empire, helping Samnel Vande to begin some of the first large-scale smuggling operations in Empire space, a territory that was typically free of the corruption that plagued other reaches of the populated systems of the Galaxy.

During one meeting with a contact that specialized in extinct Force cults the Galaxy over, Lyo and Vande were told of rumors of another large collection of Force artifacts somewhere in the Galaxy - an assortment painstakingly collected and zealously guarded by a group calling themselves the Dark Path, every item steeped in the powers of the Dark Side. Lyo, being a great student of history and keenly interested in artifacts, was intrigued by this. He remembered stories from the Clone Wars before his birth, dark fables of the legendary Nightsisters of Dathomir restoring limbs and strength to their kin, giving them increased vitality and superhuman powers as well as a vicious bloodlust that could not be sated. It wasn't long before he became fixated on the idea that the Dark Path could provide some way to make him whole, restore his lost strength and functionality and finally rectify his shame from that one critical mistake during that one fateful battle. Vande, for his part, believed this "Dark Path" to be nothing more than a fabrication by a dealer that spent too much time living with the ghosts of the past in his head, having never heard any mention of such a group from a truly reliable source of information. He cautioned Lyo to not look too deeply into fairy tales of unattainable power.

Eventually, the Empire began to take notice of Vande's operations within their territory. After a few close calls, the smuggler realized that he could not risk the authorities recognizing his most valuable asset and executing him for high treason. It was decided that after almost two years, Lyo would make his return to the Empire, and serve as a contact on the inside to occasionally steer the smuggling group away from trouble. A colorful, yet believable cover story was fabricated, telling of how Lyo was captured by a prominent Nikto slaver and sold off as an unwilling informant for the Hutts, with Vande planting evidence at one of their abandoned hideaways near Imperial space to corroborate the story. In actuality, Vande's crew had killed the slaver and his crew some months before after an unpleasant run-in on Cademimu. With tales spreading through the ranks of the Guardians about Lyo's daring escape from the clutches of the Hutts and his vengeful destruction of the slaver operation that had bound him, the young Guardian was warmly, if tentatively, welcomed back to active service. His surplus cybernetics were replaced with the finest available in the Empire, and a cybernetic eye and courtesy mask were custom-made for his face. Through all the grandeur, those that knew Lyo best were privately perplexed by his complete change in personality - his newfound humility, his spirituality and frequent meditation, as well as his newer, more unrefined manner of speech. He found himself unable to reconnect with former friends as a result of the sudden gulf of life experiences between them, and soon became isolated. With his loss of combat ability, he has not yet been recalled to active service, nor has he been called to receive the parts needed to forge a new lightsaber. None of this drags him down much, though. His mind is preoccupied with helping his friends on the outside, and covertly using the full weight of the Imperial resources available to him to uncover any trace of the supposed Dark Path.

Now, for the first time since his return, Lyo has been invited along to accompany the Imperial delegation in celebrating the Republic of Mandalore's Founding Day celebrations. Most likely a sympathy call and nothing more, given the presence of numerous other more capable Guardians on the guest list already. However, Lyo readily agreed, spurred on by a vague sense of opportunity felt through the Force...

[Sep]

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Doing pretty good. Gonna be honest, I've been giving some thought to seeing if I could join.

@Chev

Sure @Alfhedil wouldn't mind. There's a discord link somewhere, and you can always know my myriad of characters 😉

[KaiserElectric]

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Minah Saden

Minah Saden / Guardian of the Empire

| {Full Name} |

Minah Saden

| {Age} |

28

| {Species} |

Zygerrian

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

Yes - Gray to Dark, as needed

| {Appearance} |

Minah is tall for her species, her ears just barely crossing the six foot mark, with a thin wiry build. She sports a subtle pair of horns on her forehead, with peach colored fur and shorter, darker red hair. Her usual adornments consist of a well-maintained imperial uniform with Jedi armor’s chestplate, greaves, and shoulder guards hidden underneath a dark crimson hooded cloak with matching mask covering her nose and mouth. In more casual situations she tends to forgo the cloak and mask, and supposedly has a selection of more exotic dresses yet to be seen.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

-Dual Hooksabers: Perhaps one of the more unusual designs for lightsabers, the hooksaber was created in response to the CIS’ increasing use of saber-resistant materials, utilizing a curved hook shape at the tip that could grab onto anything that a lightsaber could not pierce or cut on its own. Saden possesses a set of these unusual lightsabers in a deep red color, altering hers with a saber-resistant handguard and smaller straight blade coming from the other end.

-Saden’s Light Armor: A mixture of imperial officer uniform and Shadow Council Guardian armor with a bit of her own flair, Saden’s armor trades protection and defense for ease of movement and speed, while also helping her appear less militant to others, to reassure or mislead as needed. Her mask also features a rebreather that can sustain her in suffocating conditions.

-Justicar: A modified Arquitens Class Light cruiser serving as a diplomatic vessel and flagship, possessing comfortable quarters and a seasoned, hand-picked crew, as well as potent armaments, two shuttles, and a wing of fighters should the need arise.

| {Physical Abilities} |

The Negotiations Will Be Short: Minah enjoys a reputation as one of the best diplomatic officers in the Empire, won with her natural charm, seasoned cunning, and most of all ruthless manipulation. She will gladly make friends, and indeed is very good at doing just that, bringing warlords and planets happily into the Imperial fold with a few well-said arguments, but if something is an obstacle to her goals, she will not hesitate at finding a way to remove it. After all, why negotiate with an unfriendly warlord when they have plenty of underlings who are more amenable. What better concessions could you give to a stubborn planet seeking vassalization then removing the orbital cannon pointed at the palace? Minah ultimately has known little but success, and has proven quite adept at getting everything she wants out of a negotiation, even if her target doesn’t realize it.

Web Weaver: Minah understands the Great Game all too well, and she plays to win. An expert at navigating social circles and complicated webs of intrigue within the Empire and without, Minah plays the spider when it comes to politics, charming her enemies and making friends and connections, waiting for what she wants to slip up and fall into a carefully laid trap, never knowing that Minah was after them until it's far too late.

Agile Fighter: It would truly be foolish to assume that because she is a diplomat that Minah cannot hold her own in a fight. A talented duelist with her unusual dual hooksabers, Minah is a light and dextrous combatant, relying on speed and agility rather then outright strength and endurance to wear down an enemy, aiming at weak spots to exploit them as she whittles down enemies. Indeed, her hooksabers can give her an edge in fights against other sabers and saber resistant materials, allowing her to grapple and disarm enemies with the curve of her blades.

Seasoned Commander: Sometimes words and manipulation is not enough, and when diplomacy gives way to swift action, Minah is capable of holding her own when a military solution is required. While not a tactician on the level of Eltro or Alcyorr, her natural cunning serves her well on the battlefield and she has a handful of victories under her belt where a well-placed ambush or surgical strike won the day.

| {Force Abilities} |

-Telekinesis
-Comprehend Speech
-Force Barrier
-Force Deflection
-Force Speed
-Force Sense
-Force Empathy
-Mind Trick
-Force Illusion
-Force Jump
-Force Blind
-Force Choke
-Can Perceive Shatterpoints (Nothing beyond objects and occasionally people, and she still has difficulty exploiting them via the force)

| {Limitations} |

Breaker of Chains: Minah takes to heart the Shadow Council’s doctrine of fighting darkness by any means necessary, and her ruthlessness when fighting that darkness is well known. She shares a particular ire for slavers however, and has been known to be especially cruel to those who practice the vile trade, oftentimes beyond the point of reason, and other forces she sees as wicked or corrupt do not fare much better. It is all in quite stark black and white to her, and oftentimes she fails or even refuses to see the shades of gray in between, for better or worse.

Lead From The Rear: In those rare instances where Minah is drawn into combat, she is best suited to commanding from the bridge of her ship or behind a holo-map of the battlefield. She is no frontline leader and is severely out of her element in the thick of combat, even though physically she is an excellent fighter.

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| {Personality} |

Minah is an enigma. Affable and effortlessly charming, with an air of elegance from her noble background, her clever smile hides an intense, oftentimes extreme sense of morality. In her eyes, good is to be cherished, and wickedness is to be destroyed, and there is no in between or compromise to be had with either. Minah is as capable of compassion and kindness as she is capable of intense ruthlessness and even cruelty towards those she deems deserving of it, and if it was the latter you were deserving of, you would simply never know until it was too late, and that clever smile would be the last thing you’d ever see.

| {Place of Origin} |

Minah was born on Zygerria to a minor noble family, showing force sensitivity from an early age but thankfully spared from Knightfall because of her people’s allegiance to the CIS.

| {Background} |

Zygerria was quick to flock to the banner of the CIS and reinstate its old slave empire, but the transition was not without its detractors, and a young Minah found herself caught in the middle of it. Despite the Saden family growing powerful off the resurgent slave trade, her family were also supporters of abolition during the years after the trade was outlawed by the Republic, and to survive her father stooped to moderation, trying to improve the lives and working conditions of slaves through his influence. Despite being taught all her life that slavery was simply the natural order of things, the weak submitting to the strong, she found herself distressed even at a young age by her father’s compromising, and was more entranced by the hardline abolitionist her father distanced himself from; Scarza Olek, a charismatic cleric rumored to have been behind violent attacks on slavers and slavery supporters in Zygerria. It was his lessons that she took to heart, that there can be no compromise with wickedness, and that the only answer to evil and cruelty is its utter destruction. Even as the last hope for abolition seemingly died with the Republic at Knightfall, Olek’s resolve did not waver, and Minah watched with wide eyes as he continued his fiery speeches, calling for all those who would enslave others to burn, in this life or the next.

Then as the mighty CIS began to come apart at the seams, a shockwave ripped through Zygerria as a band of abolitionist fighters led by Olek stormed the Munificent-class starship Pursuer, intending to launch a slave revolt and use the ship to strike back against the slaver forces. The attack was ultimately a failure, too much of a long shot to have a hope of succeeding, and as Olek was martyred for his anti-slavery beliefs, Grievous stepped in to authorize Operation Kolibri, putting the might of the CIS behind Queen Miraj Scintel plan to purge the planet of future malefactors, starting with those attending the protest at Olek’s execution.

Minah attended that protest, escaping from her detestable family to do so, and it was there that the powder keg that was Zygerria began to smolder as the droids set to fire into the crowd were suddenly opposed by the royal guards, and at the height of the tension, Minah saw a figure step from the shadows and cut down Queen Scintel with a glowing blade. The powder keg exploded and chaos reigned as guards and protestors and droids were drawn into the maelstrom of another CIS planet struck by rebellion, but Minah felt instead drawn to the strange figure and crept through the crowd, trailing them back to their ship. The strange figure, a Jedi of the Empire’s nascent Shadow Council, silently took her on board to escape the planet, her motives as unknown as her face and name as she brought this promising young student to the council.

Now a padawan, Minah Saden became a steadfast student, taking the Shadow Council’s credence to heart and showing an innate talent with the more esoteric aspects of the force, with the drive to match her cunning and craftiness. The masters were impressed, and felt that she would be a natural candidate for a diplomatic officer in the Empire, assigning her to a master consular best suited to hone her natural ability. It was with her new master that she showed her worth as a member of the Shadow Council when she helped to uncover and purge an underground black market within the Empire. Her deft navigation of Imperial intrigue and politics as well as her ruthless pursuit of the criminal enterprise, especially the infamous slaughter of the slave traders, was one of many services to the Empire that allowed her ascend to the rank of Guardian, where aboard her personal flagship Justicar she continues the delicate work of protecting and expanding Imperial authority throughout the galaxy as she delves into a greater understanding of the Force and some of the powers it can grant...

[Alfhedil]

@Sep Use six fewer hiders and Rae is good to go.
@Bastian Il-Lyo is good to go.
@KaiserElectric Minah is good to go.

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Doing pretty good. Gonna be honest, I've been giving some thought to seeing if I could join.

@Chev

By all means, hop into the discord. While I have been a little busy to pop onto the guild for a proper post of late, I am frequently in the discord for questions and suggestions. I forget your character from the last run, but you're welcome to throw them in, rework them or try something completely new.

[Sep]

@Sep Use six fewer hiders and Rae is good to go.

@Alfhedil

Best I can offer is 3.

[Theyra]

Kzaye Zuvew

General Kzaye Zuvew

| {Full Name} |

Kzaye Zuvew

| {Age} |

49

| {Species} |

Rattataki

| {Gender} |

Male

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

No

| {Appearance} |

Standing at 6'0 and having a muscular build. He has blue eyes and wears an eye patch over his right eye. Though he secretly has a cybernetic eye underneath his eye patch and can see through it, he chooses to give the impression that he is at a disadvantage with only one eye. He is bald and has several tattoos on his face, along with having a nose ring. Kzaye carries himself like a soldier, and an experienced one at that. He tends to wear his standard CIS general attire when on board his ship or attending official events. He does, at times wear more casual clothing when the situation allows for it or in combat armor when a mission requires his skills.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

MC30c frigate - The Shadow(heavily modified to have a hanger and more passenger space)
UT-60D U-Wing(13)
T-65 X-Wings(6)
A280 blaster rifle(He barely uses it after becoming general, and is stored on his ship)
SE-14C blaster pistol
Vibro-knife
CIS commando armor(Rarely uses after becoming general and is stored on his ship)
Military Grade Commlink

| {Physical Abilities} |

Talented Tactician
Marksman
Skilled at CQC
Very Talented Leader
Clone War and Spec Ops Veteran

| {Force Abilities} |

N/A

| {Limitations} |

Not a Politician - While Kzaye is a talented military man and spec ops veteran, he is not skilled when it comes to politics and often relies on advisors when dealing with politics.

Disloyal - Though Kzaye is still with the CIS, he has become disillusioned with the nation and with Grievous. While he still follows orders. For how much longer remains to be seen while he plots against Grievous,

Loyal - Kzaye while harboring traitorous thoughts for Grievous. He is loyal to the Wraiths above all, and if a situation calls for him to side with the Wraiths or someone else. Most of the time, he will side with the Wraiths at the expense of his allies.

Promise Bound - Kzaye is one that keeps his word and rarely does he turn back on a promise. So while it is seen as a good thing, it can lead him into situations that cause trouble for him.

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| {Personality} |

Kzaye, at first glance, seems like a cold and distant person with an intense stare. Mainly due to his years as a spec ops operative for the Confederacy and his secret traitorous thoughts. But, in reality, Kzaye is one that once you know him. He can be a warm and steadfast companion. Often treating the people under him with respect and friendliness, though he can be harsh or strict if needed. Kzaye is not one to throw the lives of his men away so willingly and considers the Wraiths his second family. Thus, he cares about them and has made the effort to learn all of their names. Once Kzaye makes a promise about something, he will honor and fulfill that promise to his full ability. For he is the believer of honoring one's word, and he is not one to break one and if he does. Then, it will weigh on him heavily. That and he does care about his friends and family. To the point that he has made sure that his family does not live in the Confederacy anymore due to the state of it and keeps in contact with them when it is safe to do so. However, this is done securely so as not to put them in danger if something goes wrong for him. The same goes for his friends.

| {Place of Origin} |

Tatooine

| {Background} |

Kzaye's life was meant to be normal, well, at least for a family like his. Born the eldest of three to a pair of retired Rattataki bounty hunters in Anchorhead. From a young age, Kzaye learned how to fight and how to shoot a blaster. But life in Anchorhead for him was boring and his only real entertainment was playing with his siblings. Besides that, life for Kzaye was normal as it could be on Tatooine and when he reached adulthood. He would have trouble getting a job and longed to get off world to see the galaxy.

This would change, however, when traveling to another city by speeder. Did he spot what looked like an escape pod and went to investigate. Where he would find a wounded but still alive Pantoran named Tern. Who, as it turns out, was a Techno Union official who was set up by his rivals and was almost killed before he managed to escape in his escape pod. Knowing that his rivals were coming for him, Tern begged Kzaye for help, and Kzaye agreed and took him back home.

This caused an argument between him and his parents, but that ended prematurely when a droid force sent by the Tern's rivals showed up, and a firefight ensued. Thanks to his parents' training and his family's skills. They were able to fight off the droids, and that was when it was over. Tern asked to be taken to a spaceport so he could get his revenge on his rivals and expose their actions to the Techno Union leadership. Which Kzaye replied that he would need help and seeing a chance of getting a well-paid job and seeing the galaxy. So Kzaye made an offer, which Tern agreed to, and after saying goodbye to his family, who had some reservations over this. He swore he would keep in contact with them and left with Tern to the nearest spaceport.

Now, life in the Techno Union was different than he thought, with all of the rules and bureaucracy. But, with his benefactor, Tern, who, with Kzaye's help, got his revenge and exposed his rivals' actions. Tern was more than willing to help Kzaye with understanding how the Techno Union worked as Kzaye worked as his head of security with Tern getting a promotion. Especially getting used to working and commanding droids.

When the Clone Wars started and the Techno Union threw its lot with the Separatists. Tern and Kzaye stuck with them as Tern would often tell Kzaye how corrupt the Republic was and how he used to be a Republic official before he got tired of the corruption and decided to work for the Techno Union instead. This did affect how Kzaye saw the Republic since he had only heard of the Republic in passing when living on Tatooine, and it sounded to him that the Republic is as corrupt as the Hutts. So he would, in wanting to do more for the cause, he elected to fight, which Tern at first did not agree to since he did not want to lose his friend and staff member. After much talking, the two reached an agreement, and after reaching out to his superiors. Kzaye was allowed to join an experimental group called the Wraiths. Instead of droids, the unit was made up of recruited organics from CIS space and acted as spec ops. Kzaye was eager to prove that he belonged with the group even though he got in based on Tern's word and after going through some training. He was ready.

For six years, Kzaye fought with the Wraiths and proved himself to be a skilled operative. Earning the respect of his teammates and superiors. Which Kzaye, after one mission gone wrong and single-handedly kept the team together despite losing an eye. He was selected to become an officer for his actions and was proud of himself. At this point, the Wraiths went from an experimental gamble to a respected group within the Separatist's military. They were made official, and more resources were funneled to them. The Wraiths went from sixteen to a hundred in size before the war was over.

Now, when the Clone Wars ended, and the Confederacy won. Kzaye was relieved and happy. Thinking that good days were coming and he would perhaps retire in peace. Even thinking that his family would be proud of him and he did keep his promise to stay in contact with them, even if it was sporadic at best, given his membership with the Wraiths.

But as the years passed and the Republic's successor states emerged. The war was supposed to be over, but with Grievous in charge of the Confederacy, the war never ended. As the Wraiths went from fighting clones to fighting rebels and dissents within the Confederacy. The only reason Kzaye stayed with the Wraiths was to make sure that they would not lose their way during this time and not become something twisted and vile.

When Kzaye, the Wraith's commanding officer, a human general named Devall Matkmai, retired. Kzaye was selected to replace him and was promoted to general. What should have felt like an honor, which it was partly to him. The fact that they are currently fighting an unending war with Grievous in charge soured it. By now, Kzaye was disillusioned with the Confederacy and hated Grievous. For turning the one thing he fought for into an irredeemable waste.

Now being in charge of the Wraiths, Kzaye plots to eliminate Grievous and end his reign of terror. Trying to find the right time to strike and find allies that seek the same goal. Which should not be hard given the state of the Confederacy and the various warlords that exist within it. Meanwhile, Kzaye is binding his time and follows orders. But, sooner or later, Grievous will die, and while he has not thought of what to do after the deed is done. For killing Grievous is more important than what comes next.

[webboysurf]

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Inquisitor Geist

Inquisitor Geist

| {Full Name} |

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| {Known Aliases} |

Rix Aran (Duros Hutt-Space Mechanic), Doda Tetsu (Rodian Security Expert, former Slicer), Jama Madar (Human Chandrillan Aristocrat)

| {Age} |

Unknown: Approximate age is 22

| {Species} |

Suspected Clawdite

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

Yes - Dark

| {Appearance} |

Self-explanatory, cover at least the basics to some detail.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

All personal belongings, equipment or items of note that would be either on your character's person on a daily basis or in their quarters. Include as well anything that may be in storage in the cargo bays or hangar if applicable.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Any and all strictly non-force abilities your character may have. This includes, but is not limited to combat skills, natural ability or learned skills.

| {Force Abilities} |

Strictly force-abilities your character may have. Only include this section if your character is a force-user. Anything that may affect your character's ability to be influenced by the force would fall under the Physical Abilities section or the Limitations section, such as if your character was of a species naturally resistant, or was perhaps more susceptible to the mind trick power.

| {Limitations} |

Any and all limitations that your character may possess.

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| {Personality} |

This, along with the Backstory section should be the more detailed areas of the CS.

| {Place of Origin} |

Born on Zoral, raised on Nal Hutta.

| {Background} |

A history of your character showing important events in their past.

[Sep]

bUt SeP yOuR mAkInG tOo MaNy ChArS

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Inquisitor Geist

Inquisitor Geist

| {Full Name} |

{ERROR: CORRUPTED DATA, ACCESSING BACKUP} - Sella Dysek

| {Known Aliases} |

Rix Aran (Duros Hutt-Space Mechanic), Doda Tetsu (Rodian Security Expert, former Slicer), Jama Madar (Human Chandrillan Aristocrat)

| {Age} |

Unknown: Approximate age is 22

| {Species} |

Suspected Clawdite

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

Yes - Dark

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| {Personality} |

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| {Place of Origin} |

Born on Zoral, raised on Nal Hutta.

| {Background} |

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Vorax

Vorax Tezar, Bane of the Hutts

| {Full Name}|

Vorax Tezar

| {Age} |

56

| {Species} |

Trandoshan

| {Gender} Male/Female/Neither |

Male

| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

No

| {Appearance} |

Vorax has his share of scars including one that goes across his right eye and a long one that goes down his back. He usually wears a silver and black combat suit when on a planetary surface

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

Heavily customized double barrel blaster pistol of Mandalorian make. Standard issue Vibroblade, Heavily modified set of medium strength combat armor which can absorb a limited number of blaster shots and provides a small amount of protection against bladed weapons.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Vorax is an excellent shot with his blaster pistol and is somewhat proficient with bladed weapons but he is working to become more proficient with them. He mostly prefers ranged combat over up close and personal combat.

| {Force Abilities} |

N/A

| {Limitations} |

Vorax, while being an excellent shot with a blaster pistol is somewhat limited with vibroswords and vibroblades. His age is also a problem as he is getting slower and slower as he grows older. He knows he is nearing the end of his life.

| {Personality} |

Vorax is an oddity among the Trandoshan race. He has a deep sense of honor and justice and also feels that the different factions of the galaxy should unite against the CIS to restore peace to the galaxy. He has a deep hatred of the Hutts and slavers in particular and while not being affiliated with any of the major factions, he has instructed that his pirate fleet is only to target the Hutts and known slavers while raiding until the order to do otherwise are heard directly from him. Although he has been classified a pirate by nearly all of the major factions, he doesn't act like one. He has continually offered slaves freed by his forces sanctuary in his fleet of stolen ships while only asking that they do their part to maintain the ships they now reside on.

| {Place of Origin} |

Nal Hutta. Vorax was born on Nal Hutta into the service of one of the Hutt crime bosses that called the planet home. Over the years, he witnessed many horrible things. He witnessed slaves thrown to hungry beasts that would rip them apart in front of cheering crowds, he witnessed innocents being beaten for the amusement of others and on one occasion his arm was ripped off by an enraged guard who had been injected with experimental stimulants. It took nearly two months for his arm to fully regrow. This incident, among others shaped him into the pirate lord that would shake the Hutt Cartel to it's core and free thousands of slaves across the galaxy.

| {Background} |

Vorax escaped the Hutt home-world of Nal Hutta at the age of 20 after spending his entire life living in a Hutt palace. He witnessed atrocities that would have broken lesser creatures but what he saw strengthened his resolve to escape and make life hell for the Hutt Cartel once he had done so. He spent much of his life after escaping the Hutts working with mercenary groups, learning as much as he could about weaponry and combat and how to survive in a galaxy that had seemingly gone to hell. As he traveled the galaxy with mercenary group after mercenary group, he learned more and more about the major groups of slavers in the galaxy. The more he learned about these groups, the more he began to wonder what would the slaves do if they were freed Would they simply wish to go home? Or would they wish to stand and fight?

It took nearly two years but over time Vorax was able to assemble his own group of mercenaries and various freedom fighters from across the galaxy and was able to acquire three heavily modified CR90 corvettes thorough the galactic underworld. Naming his newly formed force "The Silver Fangs", they launched an attack against a slaver base in an asteroid field near Tatooine. The raid was a success and Vorax acquired two additional vessels for his growing fleet along with nearly two hundred slaves. Although nearly a hundred slaves left, the rest stayed with Vorax's fleet. Over the years, the fleet grew larger and larger as more and more slaves chose to join the fleet along with freedom fighters who heard the tales of the group's exploits. As both Vorax's fleet and his legendary feats grew, the hutts grew angrier and angrier and placed a massive bounty on his head. Vorax was no fool. He knew he was getting older and he knew it was likely someone was going to kill him sooner rather than later and once he was gone, he knew it was likely the hutts would likely hunt down his fleet and kill or enslave the entire group, or more likely the Silver Fangs would fight to the last man.

They would have to head for safer territory. There were already rumors that the hutts were hiring pirates and mercenaries to hunt down the Silver Fangs and destroy them to the last man.

Vorax was being forced to make a choice: Either stay in unfriendly space and most likely be destroyed, or align with a faction that would hopefully not shoot him on sight.