[CHAR] Star Wars: Rise of the New Empire (Accepting new players)

[Kalistar]

Star Wars: The Rise of the New Empire Character Application

Screen Name: Kalistar

Character you wish to play: Kaylee Starsmore

Race: Human

Faction: New Republic (New Jedi Order) Background (list the history of your character here. Created Characters Must Be Thorough!): Kaylee Starsmore was born on Corellia to an affluent family. Her father had served in the Republic Senate, and was well known thought the galaxy. Kaylee had spent most of her childhood travelling between Coronet and Kor Vella, where her family had owned a vacation home. At a young age, Kaylee displayed some traits of Force Sensitivity, and it troubled her parents as they felt that the revelation that their daughter was a potential Jedi would hurt her father's standing in the Senate. Once her father realized that he would not be able to keep his daughter's force sensitivity a secret, he used his connections within the Senate to have his daughter quietly brought to the Yavin IV where shewould undergo training Jedi Academy. Once at the Academy, Kaylee was introduced to fellow Corellian Jedi Horn Datch, who would mentor her in the ways of the Force.

Character Class (choose one): Force Sensitive

What Font and Color will you be using for your character's speech: Purple

Items (Created Characters Must Be Thorough! What major weapons and the like does your character carry? Such as a lightsaber, a rigged Sabaac deck, a blaster pistol, vibro-knife, wookie crossbow, telescopic lenses, etc): Blue Bladed Lightsaber, data pad, survival kit, refitted Eta Actis class light interceptor with class 2 hyperdrive Character Personality (Created Characters Must Be Thorough! Give a solid description on how your character acts, their morals, etc): Kaylee is proud of her Corellian heritage and also takes her duty as a Jedi very seriously. She is devoted to the Jedi way, however, she has been known to show her "inner Corellian" and has been known to be a bit cocky and headstrong. This has gotten her into trouble on occasion. She is close with her mentor Horn Datch, truly looking up to the man as a true role model, and aspires to make him proud of her. Kaylee is also fiercely loyal, and will defend her friends no matter what. However, when it comes down to it, Kaylee is a young woman who despite her duties as a Jedi, craves companionship and approval. She also craves excitement and adventure, even though she knows that she should not, and at times she is unable to control these feelings and has a tendency to be impulsive because of it.

Character Alignment (Choose one): Light Side


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Sample Post:
Yavin IV:

Kaylee Starsmore sits with her legs crossed at the base of a tree not too far from the main temple at the Jedi Academy. There is a slight breeze which is refreshing on this humid day. Floating in front of her, are several medium sized stones. She often finds that this spot under this particular tree is a good place to come and clear her mind when she has something weighing her down.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

She has had a lot on her mind as of late. She has felt trapped spending all her time at the academy, not having been off Yavin IV in close to a year. And if truth be told, she has been feeling a little cramped as well. Another trainee, Rush Diel has been following her around like a lost puppy, unfortunately for him, she has no interest in pursuing a relationship, with him or anyone else for that matter. It's not that she doesn't find him attractive, because she does. His long blonde hair and chiseled good looks are enough to make any girl swoon...except for her. She just doesn't have time to get involved with anyone. Yet he persists.

As she mulls over the actions of Rush, the stone that she is levitating begins to orbit around a larger stone, slowly at first and then faster and faster. Suddenly, there is a cracking sound, as if a tree were being split in two. Before she knows it, the trunk of a tree, along with a massive boulder comes crashing down on the stone that she had been levitating, burying it under the debris. Kaylee just sits there, her mouth hanging open in surprise at what just happened.

"Now lift your rock again." said a voice from behind her. The voice of her Master, Horn Datch. She turns and looks, only to find Horn and Rush, standing behind her giggling like teenage boys.

"You know, it wasn't funny when Master Skywalker did it either." Kaylee scolds them. With that, Kaylee gets up and begins to walk toward the jungle.

"Where are you going?" Rush asks, reaching out to grab her.

"For a walk." She says without looking at him.

"Come on Kaylee, it was a joke." He pleads, suppressing laughter as he tries to get her attention.

"It wasn't funny Rush, and if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone." She insists.

"Let her go Rush, she just needs to cool off a little." Horn tells him. "She'll be fine." The two men watch as she makes her way into the jungle, trying not to laugh, should they upset her any more.

[Bluetommy]

Screen Name: Bluetommy2

Character you wish to play: Jun'er Kyr'lath

Race: Human

Faction: None

Background (list the history of your character here): Jun'er Kyr'lath was born on an imperial flagship to two officers, Bor'in and Nambia Kyr'lath. Bor'in was the master of personnel, while Nambia was first officer, under Admiral Gran Myers. Bor'in was force sensitive, but hid his power from the admiral out of fear of his own abilities. Nambia and him met when Bor'in was handing out new identification cards to the staff due to fear of terrorist activity on the ship, the two were allowed to marry due to Nambia's high status, the Admiral not fearing that marriage would interfere with her job. A few months after Jun'er's birth, the fleet led by Myers came under attack by an unknown force, which ripped through the Imperial fleet like nothing. Nambia was killed by a blast to the bridge, staying there despite catastrophic damage in order to make sure all escape pods made it out. Bor'in travelled through the exploding ship to reach the nursery, taking baby Jun'er with him, he managed to save his and his son's lives by using his force abilities to deflect debris, however this quickly drained him due to lack of training, and by the time he got to the escape pod, he was barely able to walk. When the ship made it's final death throes, Bor'in prevented his section of the ship from collapsing for as long as he could, sending Jun'er off in the last pod, and after this, the ship exploded fiercely, with most of the crew alive due to Nambia's actions. Jun'er's pod crash-landed on Lothal. Jun'er grew, raised by nobody but himself, not even learning to read, he developed the personality of a loner, not liking other people. He was eventually transported off planet due to latent potential in the child seen by a Jedi visitor, Master Ju'wok. Entering Jedi training, Jun'er was uncooperative, not learning anything in the matter of force techniques. Jun'er eventually escaped the academy, fleeing Coruscant as a stowaway. Jun'er traveled from planet to planet, avoiding Jedi knights. Jun'er built enough money during his travels to buy a ship, a Savage, model E-669. He began serving as a mercenary escort for trader ships, hoping to eventually find a home, and maybe start a family, although people are a new frontier for him.

Character Class (choose one):Scoundrel

Items: Lightsaber with blue crystal as focusing lens, grip is small due to it being from when he was a youngling, Savage starfighter, model E-669, meant for fighter combat, Blaster pistol, a K-313 Riot Blaster, modified for faster firing, and longer range, and a small vibroblade, with the inscription; "For big, persistent mistakes"

Character Personality (Give a solid description on how your character acts, their morals, etc): Jun'er is a loner, he has severe Gynophobia, unable to speak to women without breaking into hysterics, he has a cynical sense of how the world works, and morals don't apply to him due to being raised on the streets, and doing many horrible things to survive. He hates the Jedi Order, mostly due to his morality clashing with theirs.

Character Alignment (Choose one): Walking the line

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Sample Post (write a sample post that is at least 4 paragraphs long and containing at least 3 lines of dialogue or meet the RPG Advanced guidelines of 12 lines):

"Yet another day of lessons that won't matter." Jun'er kicked his pillow out of the way of his door before flopping down onto his bed, he rolled over onto his front and stared at his blankets for a while, he then scrolled his eyes upwards before seeing coruscant's night sky, he bounced onto his knees and stared out the window, his hands and face pressed hard against it. He sighed deeply and loudly, before falling back onto the bed, his head hanging upside down off the edge, he stared at the wall for a while before his head started to hurt, then he sat back up and looked at the door. "Wait!" He jumped out of bed and leaped to the door. Master Ju-Ju Bean always locked the door before it was time for bed, but staring at the handle for a minute, Jun'er realized that he could pick this lock! His mind raced. He remembered the time when he was five or so, and the breadman locked his door, he just needed a knife or something to get it open. But where could he find a knife? Jun'er scanned the room up and down, eventually finding a piece of plastic that had fallen off his sock, all younglings were supposed to clean their socks before going to bed, but Jun'er didn't listen well. This would work! But it would be tough. Jun'er thumped over to the door, he took the bit of plastic and inserted it into the small hole in the door handle. "Come on door! Work with me!" After a few twists, and quite a bit of temper tantrums, Jun'er got the door open, finally. "I am the best!" Jun'er walked out into the dark hallway, grabbing his lightsaber from outside the door.

Jun'er walked down the stairs towards the red door, the one only Master Ju-Ju Bean was allowed in. He twisted the door-handle, and pushed slowly inwards. The door creaked loudly, causing Jun'er to cringe in terror, thankfully, nobody seemed to have heard it. He walked in, to see a long, well lit hallway, covered in white tile, with many doors on the sides. "Now which way is out?" Jun'er wondered, maybe out loud, maybe not, he didn't care at the moment. He couldn't see to the end of the hallway, so he used his special look technique! With that he saw the door at the end, and past it, seeing that it led outside, to a dropship! Outside! Nearly jumping for joy, Jun'er ran to the end of the hallway, tripping once, but getting back up easily. Once outside, a stiff breeze struck Jun'er hard. He saw the dropship, and ran towards it, focusing only on it. He got to the dropship, threw a rock through the window, got in, and saw the control panel. "So many buttons!" He exclaimed. "Maybe... This one!" He pressed the red button, and a hologram came up in front of him. "You have activated autopilot, put in coordinates now." The hologram face switched to a menu, with a key-pad, and a few preset locations. "Tatooine seems nice!" Jun'er pressed the button, and with that, the dropship began taking off, slowly but surely, and after angling itself right, it took off in the direction of Tatooine.

Ju'wok was not one to be woken easily, but the activation of a dropship seemed to do the trick, startled, the Jawa ran outside, only to find dropship 554, only just returning from a mission, taking off again, in the direction of Tatooine, an infuriated Ju'wok ran into the main hall, waking up the other masters, and prompting a full lockdown, just in case, however, nothing could match Ju'wok's fury when he found Jun'er's bed, empty, and with a note on it, reading: "Ha ha! You missed me!"

[Zugzwang]

Leopard

Character you wish to play: Ardam 'Leopard' Pardalis

Race: Human

Faction: The Imperial Remnant, Nominally

Background: Ardam's history is a common one. He was born in a small village, on the Agri World of Sagma, to a mother and father who were not ready to accept the constantly rising taxes of a government lightyears away. He watched his parents rebel, along with uncountable thousands of others, and watched them have the honor of being cut down by the brilliant blue blades of the 'defenders of peace and justice'. Orphaned, he fled from consoling family members and struck out on his own, beset by grief and rage made only more burning by his utter impotence. He fled into the city, taking shelter in the poor and destitute parts of the sprawl, begging and eventually stealing to feed himself. Like countless homeless children, he was inducted into a gang, and cut his teeth learning to fight for territory and trust his fellow members, and to always follow orders.

He grew quickly, forced to mature through a life of danger without the protection of family or the law. He learned to shoot and stab and hide. He came to love the thrill, the changeable and chaotic world of those who live on the edges of society. He came to love technology, weapons of all kinds. He pestered the illegal gunsmiths to teach him, and learned quickly. He stole books from libraries and magazines from stands to fuel his fascination, and by his fifteenth birthday became not only a valuable soldier for his boss but an indispensable weapon-smith.

His seventeenth birthday marked the start of another common story. It couldn't have been predicted: one theft too far, from one person too powerful, and the next day soldiers of the Republic, with a saber-wielding human at their front, come to take back what was stolen and enforce their peace. No-one will ever know who fired the first shot, but Ardam fired the last. The corpses of his friends around him, the less loyal fled, an old slugthrower in his hand. He got lucky, he knows that now: how the Jedi didn't see it coming is beyond him, but for all it's power the force didn't stop that one bullet.

Ardam fled, of course. Took what gear he could and left. Years of scraping by on the edge of the galaxy, taking whatever jobs came his way, selling his deadly services for money, the taken saber always on him, never used. Five years later, he found himself on a Star Destroyer. Showing the lightsaber, proof of his kill, earned him a command and a steady wage, and after all these years a purpose beyond survival. He was going to Coruscant.

Character Class: Soldier

Items: A pair of old slugthrowers, with revolving cylinders and large calibers. Flamethrowers, stun nets, carbonite throwers, landmines and poison gas. Sniper rifles, blaster shotguns, and vibroblades. He has most of his earnings within him, bone lacings, muscle supplementation, nerve replacements and a number of other intrusive and highly expensive augmentations.

Character Personality: Ruthless. Efficient, abstemious and frugal. Ardam loves danger and hates idleness. He dislikes authority and hates taking orders, but does anyways. He tries to stay one step ahead of everyone he meets, and craves knowledge like an alcoholic craves whiskey. He enjoys authority, values intelligence and determination, and hates conceit. He is not prideful, and strives to know himself. He craves freedom, and sees his work as a means to that particular end. He appreciates innovation and dislikes dogma, but thinks poorly of those who ignore proven successes to appear clever and creative. He is quick to become the friend of people, but truly cares for few anymore. To Ardam, all things are fungible, and ends justify means, depending on the benefit of the end and the sacrifice of the means.

Character Alignment (Choose one): Light Side

Do you know how to post pictures on the RPG Boards: Yes, but I prefer not to. Ardam is tall, with a medium build. His angular face is topped with a mop of messy blonde hair, and has upon it a pair of accusatory eyes and a constant smirk. He is rarely outside his bulky powered armor, bought from a trader who didn't recognize its mandalorian origins but still charged him an exorbitant price. His skin is pale and marked with evidence of his life in squalor and violence. His hands are dexterous, his gait light, and his bearing straight and attentive. He is not prone to unnecessary movements, and does not fidget. His armor is marked tan and black, his form spattered with usually full holsters, each bearing a different and unusual weapon, each always in pristine condition, matching the attire.

Sample Post:

It was a dream he'd had more than once. He was in the familiar workshop, with the familiar smell of the blood of dead friends. A familiar Jedi stood across from his adult, fully ready form, brilliant beam of light held at the ready. The exchange went the same way each time.

"Who are you?" The jedi intoned, the young head topping his muscular form furrowed in anger and confusion.

Ardam inched one hand to the weapon slung at his chest. "The one who got away, Jedi.". He spat the last word, his anger briefly piercing through the air of lazy contempt he maintained.

From there, the dream played differently each time. This version of the Jedi threw a hand forward, and a sledgehammer caught Ardam in the chest, flinging him back inexorably. Microrockets in his greaves responded to his thoughts, letting him keep his stability as he flew back with the current of Force, bringing the weapon to his shoulder, a reticule appearing on his visor. He squeezed the trigger, and a cone of plasma flew out, like the breath of an Arkanian, scorching everything in its path. The Jedi, no doubt readying himself to block a single bolt, rolled away from the danger, propelling himself with the force. Ardam cursed, and realizing he wouldn't get another chance, dropped the deck-clearer, unsheathing the vibroblade and catching the lunge of the lightsaber in one smooth movement.

The Jedi had the advantage of speed, but his armor gave him the upper hand in strength. He wrestled with the jedi with his free hand, parrying the saber with the vibroblade. The scream of energy on energy filled the room, hurting Ardam's ears even through the helmet. He saw the Jedi wince with each hit. Ardam began to get the upper hand in the grapple, but the jedi flicked the saber off, the line of hellfire retreating back into the hilt. Ardam's blade swung towards the robed figure, but before he could connect he was forced to jet away, the blade extending again, pointed directly at his heart. He could feel the heat of the smoldering metal and ceramic: if it wasn't for his armor, he'd most likely be dead. He reached the other edge of the room, and let the jedi catch his breath. Ardam removed two pistols from their holsters: one thick and black, the other thin and silver, one in each hand. He knew a pistol in both hands was awful, but it was necessary for now.

He fired the black blaster pistol several times, and the Jedi parried each red bolt with ease, sending three of the five blasts directly back at him, only two of which he dodged. The Jedi smirked, and called out defiantly

"Your friends thought that would work, criminal scum! It didn't!"

Ardam fired the other weapon. A cacophonous bang filled the room as a tiny metal cone, 11 milimeters wide, sprinted across the room, well over ten times faster than a blaster bolt, and invisible to the naked eye. If the Jedi was a master, he might have stopped it quick enough. If the jedi hadn't gotten into the rhythm of deflecting Ardam's blaster bolts, he might have done something. He didn't. In a tiny fraction of a second, the cone of metal powdered the Jedi's skull, and mushrooming out within his brain cavity, rendered him dead almost instantly.

"That did."

He holstered his revolver, and awoke in his familiar bed aboard the Gravitas, a smile wide on his freshly-awoken face.

[Archangel89]

Name: Shoraddik
Age:
Species: Wookiee
Force Abilities:

• Core Abilites
• Force Perception
• Mind Trick
• Force Stun

Non-Force Abilities:

• Form VI-Niman, Jar'Kai duelwielding
• Capable Diplomat
• Relativly Good Cook (For both wookiee and non-wookiees)
• Has knowledge of unarmed combat as well as blaster combat
• Wookiee strength and stamina

Personality/Motivation:
Shoraddik first joined the Jedi order in the hopes to continue to foster peace between Kashyyk, part of a long time dream of his to have Kashyyk become the center of the democratic peace in the known universe. As with most of his species Shoraddik tends to keep himself a calm and peaceful believing that true power comes from knowledge to the force in lieu of physical prowess. Shoraddik dispises some of the misguided views that others hold about wookiees and through his actions and his deeds tires his hardest to show that wookiees are not always brutes but can be resonable and often times the reasonable voice in the crowd.
Biography:
Initiate
Shoraddik was born on Kashyyk during the year 69 BBY, although he can't remember either his mother or father he does remember a fairly standard childhood. From an early age he Shor seemed to have an unnatural perception of the world around him, almost to the point that he predicted events that were to happen among the tribe to the point where his clan chieftan believed that he was to be a mystic. Even before he reached the age to take his trials into manhood the clan noticed that he was faster, more agile than others that had come before him. It wasn't until that one of his other clansmen remembered another that showed similar signs and told the cheif that they should call him. It was on that day that Shoraddik met Jedi Master Tyvokka.

After it was confirmed that he was indeed force sensitive, Tyvokka conscripted the newfound man and the two traversed the galaxy to the Jedi Temple to begin Shoraddik's training. Shor found great peace in meditation quickly learning to hone his innate traits learning to push the bounderies of his perception to limits that he previously thought unimaginable. It was soon discovered that Shor was a natural in using the Force quickly adapting to the core abilites, particularly his speed and telekenisis, Master Tyvokka realized the great potential that his new conscript showed to become a great Jedi. Once he came of age Master Tyvokka took him under his wing to be his padawan.

Padawan
Under the tuetalage Master Tyvokka, Shoraddik became a fast learner in the ways of Force Perception soaking up all of the things that his Master could teach. To Shoraddik if he could predict the future he could bring peace to the galaxy, what he believed to be the ultimate goal of the Jedi.

Tyvokka trained Shor in all the ways of the Force and as Shor's training in Force Perception he found that he was able to manipulate the mind of others to a certain extent. Tyvokka told him that he had learned the art of the Jedi Mind Trick. A powerful tool but it should be used if normal diplomatic procedures should fail, warned Tyvokka, Shor learned first hand that it must only be used as a last resort.

Because of his lack of true combat prowess and the fact that he despised actually fighting, Shor researched and meditated on a way that he could defend himself and not have to draw his lightsaber. One day while training with another padawan Shor was about to lose the bout when other padawan ceased his attack and stood frozen in place. It was then that Shor realized that he could forceably stun a foe by manipulating the Force within them.

Although his prowess with the force was impressive Shor found it difficult to wield a lightsaber effectivlly in combat, to the end that Tyvokka began teaching him the Diplomat's Form to give him some sort of advantage in combat. As his training progressed the talk of war within the Outer Rim due to a shortage of bacta began forcing the Jedi Council into action, and it was Master Tyvokka who answered the call to work as a diplomat in what was to be called the Stark Hyperspace War.

44 BBY- Stark Hyperspace War
At the age of fourteen Shor got his first taste of real political work following Master Tyvokka as ambassador in the negociations that would soon become known as the Stark Hyperspace War. During the initial negociations Tyvokka's instincts told him the story about the short supply of bacta was false and that Iaco Stark was witholding the real information was something far more devious. His intuition was right when shots were fired and the Trade Federation's new prototype droid was tested and proven to be a success.

Master Tyvokka was wounded in the trade off and Shoraddik did his best to lead but spent most of is time trying to save his master, to no avail. As Tyvokka lay dying the others looked to him to lead something that Shor was not used to but dispite his lack of leadership potential Shor lead the rest of the diplomatic team until Master Qui-Gon-Jin arrived and learned of what happened. On the spot Master Jin realized Shor's great skill and potential and the two, along with Obi-Wan Kenobi, Plo Koon and the rest of the team gathered enough troops to fight back against the Stark Combine.

Shor was present for all five battles which resulted in the Republic's victory eventually. What wasn't known was Shor's involvement in bringing Iaco Stark into the Republic's fold and the eventual surrender of the Combine. Due to the diplomatic training he recieved through his training with his former Master, Shor was instrimental in turning the tide both diplomatically and militarlly.

Knighthood: Becoming a Consular
After his stint in combat Shor vowed that he would never again draw his lightsaber for combat again. Once the now Master Plo Koon offically knighted him Shor dedicatied his life to the diplomatic pursuits of the Jedi Consular. Dedicating his life for the next twenty-five years to the study of galatic history, diplomatic relations, as well as his normal training all in the hopes that he would never have to resort to violence ever again.

During his leave as diplomat Shor worked with the Galactic Senate as well as settling numerous disputes along the Outer Rim. While out on these diplomatic missions rumours of an attack on his home world as tensions between the Republic and Federation grew even more tense. While he was sworn to a life of peace Shor's intuition kept bothering him more and more and it seemed that the more that he was around Supreme Chancilor Palpatine something never felt right. His concerns about the Chancilor were soon put to rest as news of a Wookiee chieftans dissapearance brought Shor's attention back home.

The Battle of Kashyyk
After hearing about the Trandoshian attack and capture of a major chieftan Shor immeaditly offered to go and attempt diplomatic communication believing that he would be the best possible person to open these lines. When the Trandoshian's would not respond to traditional means Shor feared that his work alone would prove fruitless so Shor called upon a friend of former Master an ithorian by the name of Wooror Taldura. The master's prowess in the diplomatic arts was legendary and Shor valued his opinion highly, both professionally and personally. With the arrival of the Delta Squad Commandos Shor knew that things were about to spiral into complete war if things didn't change soon and he hoped that Delta Squad's covert manuevers could end this before it began. Little did Shoraddik know that things were at an end in the Clone Wars, though not as he would expect. While Delta Squad did complete their mission, the Sepretist's droid army came in full assualt and with the arrival of Grand Master Yoda Shor knew that he would have to take on the role that he no longer wished to play. As if sensing his doubt and confusion Yoda sent Shor and Worror back to Courscant to wait at the temple. Shoraddik, saddened and almost angry about not staying to help his brothers and sisters, dutifully followed the orders of Master Yoda.
Secrets:

• The Stark Hyperspace War- While the battle is well known and the losses were inumerable, Shoraddik played a key role in the negociations that led to eventual defeat of the Stark Combine. What isn't known is the deep seeded anger and sadness felt when Shoraddik lost his master in sensless fighting. With great meditation and even greater restraint Shor was able to repress these feelings but the anger still dwells within him and he fears that he may yet one day give in to the temptation of the Dark Side because of it.
• The Clone Wars-Battle of Kashyyk- Having only recently returned to the Temple after leaving the battlefield that would be Kashyyk, Shor believes that it was his place to fight alongside his brothers and sisters to defend his homeland. Upon Master Yoda's instructions he left but once again his sense of self impeaded upon his greater duties as a Jedi. With this wound still fresh in his mind, he has begun to question if he should have disobeyed Yoda's request and fought with his people.

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Characters Application:

Screen Name: NiteMare Shape

Character you wish to play: Joren Kel

Race: Human

Faction (does your character belong to a group, such as the New Republic, The Imperial Remnant, the Bounty Hunter's Guild, a specific crime syndicate, etc): He is more or less independent, not really belonging to any faction

Background (list the history of your character here. Created Characters Must Be Thorough!):
Joren Kel is the son of the renowned Jedi knight Van Kel. Joren had been identified as a force sensitive at a young age, and as soon as he was old enough, taken to the Jedi Temple on Yavin 4 to undergo training. He was naturally adept in the Force, and impressed his instructors with the speed and ease at which he seemed to pick things up. It was because of this that Grand Master Roan Skywalker had taken a special interest in the boy. Over the years, Skywalker had developed a special relationship with young Joren, becoming an unofficial mentor to the youngster.
When Joren was 22 years old and a newly minted Jedi Knight, his Master, Quil Skreel joined his father in mediating a moisture farming dispute on the desert world of Er’Kit. Joren had asked to go on the trip, however Master Skreel refused to take him along, insisting that he would be better served by staying at the temple and preparing himself to take on a padawan of his own, and thus should remain behind on Yavin 4. While it should have been a simple matter, it turned out to be anything but. What the Jedi did not know, was that on Er’Kit there was a small cluster within the native population that harbored deep anti-Jedi biases. While in the process of the mediation, the Jedi were attacked by the anti-Jedi element. The Jedi were taken by surprised and while they should have easily taken the attackers down, they themselves fell.
Joren reacted to the news that his father and master had been taken from him in the same day poorly. He was angry, and he was resentful. He blamed himself for their deaths, believing that had he been there to help, they would have survived.
After the death of his father and Master Skreel, the young Jedi Knight decided that he did not want to waste his life the way that the two most important beings in his life had. So he packed the few possessions that he had and caught a transport off of Yavin 4, and away from the Jedi.
Joren effectively vanished to the smuggler’s moon of Nar Shaddaa. While on the smuggler’s moon, he befriended a Mandalorian by the name of Dono Kiilar. The two met while Joren was making a living hustling at Sabaac inside of Jaspeel's Cantina. Joren had hustled a local gang leader named Shortly after, Dono introduced Joren to his friends Nyna Shar and Kelsa Sila. Soon after, the quartet undertook minor smuggling operations aboard the converted luxury yacht Darq Dreams.

Character Class (choose one):

Force Sensitive (Jedi, Sith, Witches of Dothamir, Emperor's Hands, and all other Force Users)

Items (Created Characters Must Be Thorough! What major weapons and the like does your character carry? Such as a lightsaber, a rigged Sabaac deck, a blaster pistol, vibro-knife, wookiee crossbow, telescopic lenses, etc): Blaster Pistol, which is his primary weapon, a lightsaber (which he keeps hidden from his friends), He also travels aboard the freighter Darq Dreams with his companions, Nyna Shar, Dono Kiilar, and Kelsa Sila

Character Personality (Created Characters Must Be Thorough! Give a solid description on how your character acts, their morals, etc): Joren is a bit of a free spirit. Although his father tried to raise him with Jedi values, Joren has for the most part shunned those teachings, wanting nothing to do with the Jedi Order, the Republic, or anything else for that matter. In a way, he blames his father's death on his devotion to the Jedi Order, and he refuses to allow that to happen to him. Joren wants to live his life as he sees fit, and not as servant to the Force.

Character Alignment (Choose one): Light Side

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Before giving up his life as a Jedi

Sample Post (write a sample post that is at least 4 paragraphs long and containing at least 3 lines of dialogue):

Joren sat in a darkened corner in the very back of Jaspeel's Cantina. Jaspeel’s used to be a nice place, or more accurately, as nice of a place that could be found be on Nar Shaddaa. Unfortunately things have changed, a local gang known as The Kaths have claimed it as their turf. Since the Kaths moved in, business has been bad. At one point, Jaspeel’s was considered a safe haven. Beings from all walks of life would come here and drink and gamble in relative safety. Unfortunately, that was no longer the case. The Kath’s were a ruthless lot, and they took great pride in the violence that they were able to commit against anyone who they deemed worthy.

Voices rise and fall as a couple of Duros get into a heated exchange with a Rodian over a game of Sabaac. Before anyone even looks in their direction, the table is toppled over as the argument erupts into a full on brawl. Joren took a sip of his Jawa Juice as Jaspeel's bouncers grabs the two Duros and the Rodian and threw them violently out the door. Joren smiles to himself and takes another drink, taking some comfort in knowing that even with all the craziness going on in the galaxy, some things never change.

The chatter in the cantina goes quiet for a moment, even the music stops. Joren looked, expecting to see a group of Kaths walking through the door. Joren sighed in relief as instead of members of The Kaths, Joren sees a lone man wearing dark blue Mandalorian armor with a blood red lining around the visor.

The Mandalorian walked over to where Joren is sitting and pulls out the chair beside him. The Mandalorian takes off his helmet, and as usual he has a jovial grin on his face. Not exactly what most people expect when they see a Mandalorian, then again Dono Kiilar isn't your average Mandalorian.

"Good news vod'ika, I found out where they are holding our shipment."

"I knew you'd come through, let's go get it."

"Not so fast Joren, they're holding her in the sublevels of their main base of operations. There are two ways in, and neither of them are going to be easy."

"I wouldn't expect anything less, let's go."

"Very good, Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur"

Joren and Dono got up from their table and left the cantina, so that they could come up with a game plan to take back the shipment that the Kaths took from their ship as repayment for the credits that they feel that Joren had stolen from their leader, Amaral Kenso. Joren and Dono were both well aware that the Kaths had eyes and ears everywhere, and that if they were going to make plans for moving against the Kaths, they’d need to do so someplace safe. As they left the cantina, Joren thought about the last words that Dono had uttered on their way out of the cantina, and Joren knew that he was absolutely right in his assessment. This day was a good day for somebody else to die.

[Renny]

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Mako Rend

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Screen Name: Renny

Name: Mako Rend
Race: Human
Faction: None

Background: Born Killua Gaks to a Dark Jedi, Mako was raised tilting towards the dark side. It didn’t take long for the young force sensitive to fall, for his father was already an abusive man. Through the will-breaking power of the force, he made the young boy follow him and his endeavors, ultimately twisting him to his whims. Mako often thought of running away but he knew that his father would find him, if not beat him for even thinking of leaving. Ontop of that, the man provided him with just about all he required. Well … the basic necessities at least.

As time moved on and the two, cloaked in varying shades of darkness, descended further into madness; Mako soon realized that his father was weakening both mentally and physically. His connection to the force was still strong but he was too reliant on it. After an attack on a political official left his father wounded and maimed, Mako took the chance to obtain his freedom. A deafening betrayal would send his father to the ground as Mako ignited the man’s lightsaber and took to rending the man’s skull in half with an unbridled rage. At the age of 19, he had found his freedom through a blood-soaked action, wondering where the dark ripples of his descent would lead him.

Character Class (choose one): Force Sensitive

Items: Orange Lightsaber, Black Dusty Cloak, Gloves, Trousers, Small Rations, Vibro-Dagger

Character Personality: A rather selfish, greedy being in all reality. Mako seemingly lives for only himself, doing all that he can to make sure he lives to see another day. Rage dances at the edge of his mind, lowering his tolerance for others to a near psychotic level. He sees his only value as being a conduit for the Dark Side and is willing to do anything to satiate the anger it produces inside of him. Living is his goal, so he does odd jobs to obtain credit. Jobs that upstanding beings are less inclined to perform.

Character Alignment (Choose one): Dark Side

Sample Post:
The desert town erupted in uproar as he dashed down the street, an arm cradling a loaf of bread he had stolen moments earlier. Shouts and rocks were thrown towards him; the community was tight here. So much in fact that he felt like the entire bazaar was chasing him. Mako bit his lip and spared a glance towards his pursuers.

Not nearly as many as he felt. He returned to the path with the captured image of his foes and their surroundings. A few carts lined the streets, along with busy vendors that were working desperately to sell their wares. He chuckled weakly as reached into the always rippling well of the Dark Side. It was but a inky finger that dipped into it but it was enough.

With a gesture of his index and middle fingers, he pulled at the wooden nod of a wheeled-cart and sent it falling onto the ground. The nod popped off with the power of the force, hitting a child in the face as directed by his will. If the wailing and obstacle to their path wouldn’t stop them, than he’d just have too …

His hand fell near the concealed hilt of his father’s lightsaber. He wasn’t above slaying the innocent to live. And at this point, their greed would end up leading them to a severely shortened life. Not that he cared if they lived, just … he would prefer if attention wasn’t drawn to him.

As he turned a sharp corner with a twist of his ankle, he spotted the two humans and bulgy alien struggling to overcome the turned cart. Mako’s charming grin was smudged with the lackluster cleanliness of his face but it was still impressive nonetheless. Now all he needed to do was find a spot to hideout.

To avoid suspicion, he slowed into a busy gait, pulled the hood of his wind-worn cloak over his ashened hair, and covered his shirtless torso in the folds of his darkness. “I need to get off this planet of dirt and death. Nothing awaits me here.”

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Character you wish to play: Grand Admiral Vonn Sayall

Race (such as Human, Wookiee, Transdoshan, Hutt, Twi'lek, Rodian, Bothan, droid, Mon Calimari, etc): Human

Faction (does your character belong to a group, such as the Republic, The Imperial Remnant, the Bounty Hunter's Guild, a specific crime syndicate, etc): Imperial Remnant

Background (list the history of your character here): Growing up in an aristocratic family on the planet Bastion, it was determined from an early age that Sayall would attend the Imperial Academy and prepare for a life as an officer. His training in the academy went extraordinarily well, and Sayall graduated at the top of his class, with the rank of Captain, and his own ship "The Firebrand." Vonn quickly moved up the ranks of the military, earning himself the rank of Admiral, and answers only to Grand Moff Zim Dexen himself.

Character Class (choose one):

Soldier (stormtroopers, Moffs, tribal warriors, Republic commandos, fighter pilots, and all other warriors and soldiers) Items (Created Characters Must Be Thorough! What major weapons and the like does your character carry? Such as a lightsaber, a rigged Sabaac deck, a blaster pistol, vibro-knife, Wookie crossbow, telescopic lenses, etc): Standard Issue Imperial Officer equipment, Vibro-knife, blaster pistol. Oh yeah, and a Super Star Destroyer

Character Personality (Give a solid description on how your character acts, their morals, etc): Vonn Sayall is cold, ruthless, and calculating. He will do whatever it takes to return the Empire to its former glory. Money, ships and the lives of his subordinates mean nothing to him, he sees them as resources, tools to be used and discarded, and is willing to lose as many as it takes as long as victory is attained.

Character Alignment (Choose one): Dark Side

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[Cold Hands]

ColdHands

Pyrx Reyta / Darth Crudelis

Umbaran

Member of the Rootai ruling class / Sith Lord

Background
The Reyta family of Umbara had held its position as a member of the Rootai for the past two hundred years. Pyrx’s upbring had been like every member before him, but seeing as his father had been killed he’d been raised strictly on the influence of his mother and closest family. His force sensitivity though was hid, considering his mother's disdain of the Republic. No son of her’s would be turned into some pompous Jedi. Though wasn’t necessarily raised by his mother since she had to help rule their people, so in her stead a tutor was was brought in to raise and educate the young Pyrx since nobility was taught by only the most peerless of educators. So in turn an outworlder, a Bith under an assumed named that much was known upon the first meeting. However being a product of their society, Pyrx’s mother let him teach her son as long as the job was done properly and without question

This mysterious Bith though wasn’t all that he seemed though, while he had that mysterious appeal it didn’t take the young Pyrx to understand the true nature of his so called teacher. Even despite being a younger being. Revealing himself to be a Sith. It surprised and delighted Pyrx, a way to thirst his unquenching thirst of power. He didn’t care about his mentor’s former life, only the ways of the Sith. His teachings went hand in hand. While studying mathematics, in secret he was being taught how to wield a lightsaber.

As the years past and Pyrx grew into an adult Umbaran, his lessons were coming to an end or at least to his way of thinking. He also grew tired of being in the shadow of his mother, he wanted his family's extensive gas and mineral mining operations. Planting the seeds for his ascension starting with his mother, who he flung from a balcony. Calling it suicide, which no one questioned but talked about it in secret away from his ears. His mentor, this unnamed Bith Sith. He killed in his sleep out of convenience and as an outsider his death wasn’t as troublesome.

Taking control of his family's assets and his mother position on the council he began to bore of his life on the top. Even if he was seizing other family’s holdings, bolstering his wealth in the process. He wasn’t content though even though Pyrx had wealth, power and the dark side of the force backing his actions. Turning his ambitions inward to the council, playing the others for fools. Pitting other council nobles against one another to make his ascension that much sweet. He was going to be the king of Umbara one way or another. As he schemed and plotted, Pyrx also acted as an ambassador to the New Republic. As a token of good will since his people had allied back behind the Empire in the past.

As the years passed he grew a bit worried, not with his takeover of Umbara but his knowledge of the Sith would pass away from existence. He needed a pupil to care on the legacy of the Sith. To carry on the legacy of Sith on. Not because of their history but lineage and tradition, he wanted to some teach and bring down the damned Republic once for all. Sending the both the Jedi and the Empire remnants back to oblivion.

Force Sensitive

Equipment
Lightsaber (Red)

Skills
Skilled Diplomat
Ultraviolet Vision
Cunning Intuition
Ability to influence(Lesser Minds)
Form VII Vaapad Double Sided Saber Combat

Character Personality
LIke all Umbaran’s Pyrx was baptized in secrecy, manipulation and misdirection. This is considered an understatement though since his depths of these elements reach deeper than most. His lustful desire for power isn’t sated by the norms of his own society, but being a king or emperor of Umbara sounded very appealing. However maneuvering around fellow Umbaran’s is difficult as the senators of the Republic know all too well since their reinduction to the senate. Anyone who has plotted against him as met out with ends that would be considered vulgar even by his own races standards, but to show for this cruelty no one has dared tried to usurp him. On the flip coin though Pyrx rewards unwavering loyalty with a generosity of a king. Calm and composed he isn’t one to act rashly, but when his anger stirs there is nothing but revenge that can sate that thirst.

Character Alignment
Dark Side

Description/Picture
Pyrx is gaunt but by no means unhealthy. He is actually quite tall and strong for his species. In accordance to his own species he is in suburp health but to others mostly humans he has the appearance of the horseman death, partially because of milk white skin and sunken pale blue eyes. Pyrx has been bald for as long as he could remember, but in unison with is rounded chin his head is in an egg shaped fashion. Clasped in a shadowcloak, much like the rest of his kin. Hiding the slim digits of his fingers to the slimness of his physical being. Beneath his shadowcloak lay rich interplanetary clothing to highlight his elevated status to all species alike.

Sample Post

Pyrx grew weary of the Rootai meetings. The constant squabbling and arguing between members, even several death threats. However no such threat would be taken seriously between the ruling of their species. Regardless of the constant bore of these meetings, the other members were all going along with his unspoken desires. The more the Rootai fought amongst themselves, the quicker his ascendance would be. Slowly nurturing his revolution threw the misdirection and manipulation of the others.

“Pyrx, you remain silent during most of our meetings. What do you have to say about the current circumstances.” An elder Sylx Nastri of the council spoke, coming threw the few remaining strands of milk white hair. He knew that here was something about Pyrx that didn’t sit right. He was no man to act rashly though, his wisdom threw ages would judge Pyrx silently.

” I think about a great many things. Such as the Republic still looking down upon us, despite submitting to their authority. How we are constantly bickering between each other, flinging death threats as if they were a child’s toy. What I believe is a different matter.” While he spoke the truth, it was also laced with his desire. Much more subtle than what his kin was used to, but it had made them curious on what the notable Pyrx Reyta had up his sleeve.

“Do tell.” Sylx pressed Pyrx for an answer.

” We cannot get things done as we once have. What we need is a….king. Pyrx pursed his lips, analyzing the atmosphere before he continued to speak. ”An ill thought to many of you I’m sure, but you all can recognize the need for such a figure. Quelling our needs since all we do is snap and snarl at one another. We would decide by a vote of course to ensure fairness to whoever is elected. But these are just my thoughts of course.

“We shall vote on the matter to decide a king at another time Pyrx, though I doubt anyone here would want that. I do agree we need to settle our differences though in a more ‘civilized’ manner.” Sylx spoke from experience and knowing the Umbaran race never would choose a solitary leader. There hadn’t been an Umbaran king in the past five thousand years and it would be likely to change anytime soon. Something about Pyrx disturbed him though, disturbed him enough to believe it could very well happen and cause the greatest calamity they’d ever known.

Pyrx nodding in agreement clasping his skeletal like fingers around his richly embroidered cup. Letting the old foolish Sylx speak his part but knew ultimately in the end he’d have the last laugh. Since little did he know that Pyrx held most of the Rootai in the palm his hand, using the force to manipulate the others to his way of thinking, even if they didn’t notice it themselves. Moving them much like the human game of chess. The time was nigh, but holding back the blade. Only to savor the savor the taste of victory at its finest.

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CS

Screen Name: Mattmanganon

Character you wish to play: Darth Orias

Race: Human

Faction: Acolytes of The Chosen

Background: At the end of the Empire, the Emperor had many acolytes that did his bidding. One such acolyte had witnessed the final battle through the force, watching Luke defeat Vader and subsequently turning him from the dark, back to the light. It was at this point that he understood. The old teachings of the Chosen that would bring balance to the force and destroy the Sith. It was Vader, it had always been Vader, he had brought balance to the force, he had slayed all of those that cloaked themselves in shades of the force. As a direct result of his actions, only 2 Jedi and 2 Sith remained... Balance... Then, he had fulfilled the prophecy once and for all by destroying his master. The prophecy had been misread, the Jedi had been foolish enough to assume that the Chosen would do both at the same time.

That day, the acolyte abandoned his name, his allegiances to Palpatine and began his work to create a new sect of force users that would continue Lord Vader's work. Utilizing stormtroopers that were loyal to him at the time, he managed to kidnap several force-sensitive children from across the galaxy and brought them to their lords final resting place on Endor.

Over the next century, they lived in hiding, only venturing out to gather new recruits. Every so often, they would clash with the Jedi Order, but would be written off as lone Sith. They would search for evidence, but would rarely find any. Orias was one of these children. He was found in a crashed shuttle on Nelvaan, by his adoptive father, and was taken in by the tribal Nelvaanans. His adoptive mother had lost her baby the previous week to disease and so immediately grew inseparably attached to him. The Nelvaanan world was often visited by Acolytes of the Chosen, as the natives worshiped Vader as a great hero that had saved them in their darkest hour, calling him Ghost Hand. Orias was found during one such pilgrimage to the planet and was tested, after a lot of bartering with his adoptive mother, he was brought to Endor and trained as an Acolyte from the age of 4. The understanding was that, he would be trained by the Acolytes, but would still have to return to Nelvaan to perform the rituals that all young Nelvaanans would. This arrangement annoyed Lord Traal to no end, as he wanted to both have the boy seperated from distractions, but also needed to keep in good relations with the Nelvaanans, in order to allow safe pilgrimage to a sacred site that their lord had performed great deeds at.

His training progressed at a phenomenal rate, even with the distraction of his adoptive parents being in his life. Eventually, he performed the final test. Dropped on the opposite side of Endor with only the Force to help him, he was forced to make his way, first, to the burning site of Darth Vader's mortal remains, then back to the Acolytes temple, made in the wreckage of the old Endor Shield Bunker. It took a standard year to complete the journey, never stopping to rest as he had become quite adept in the art of Force Sustainance (The ability to use the force to provide his body with the necessary nutrients/oxygen/energy to survive)

When he had finished, he performed the ceremony, having his right hand removed by Lord Traal and having the skeletal, cybernetic hand grafted on in its place. Immediately afterwards, he had to return home to Nelvaan to undertake his ritual hunt. His body hardened and scars from the plentiful predators of Endor already adorning his skin, he was easily able to travel to the Khazed Mal (Or Cave of Ghosts) to undergo a vision quest. He never revealed what he saw in that cave.

He was now a full Acolyte (An equivalent rank of Knight) and was set with his task to bring balance, spread order among chaos and chaos among order until all was balanced. However, in a chaotic galaxy such as this one, he spread far more order than he did chaos. However, he was also tasked with seeking out new Acolytes. One of his more notorious missions was to the planet of Nar-Shaddaa. There, he managed to almost single handedly take down one of the Hutt Sentient Trafficking Cartel's. However, this was in return for a substantial payday from one of their competitors. The deal gave him enough for an Astromech droid to help him in his next en-devour. With the help of 2 other acolytes, he managed to board and capture an Interceptor frigate from the Black Sun. This was to make travel easier, as his shuttle's hyperdrive needed multiple jumps to get almost anywhere.

After several years, their order got into it's first major conflict. Traal had deemed Mygeeto too orderly, as such, several of them performed an assassination of one of the Senators of the planet. Unfortunately, the assassination went a little awry, when it turned out that the senator was being guarded by a Jedi. A powerful one, at that. When he struck, he forced them to get bogged down in a fight, when they had hoped to quickly strike and leave. Although most of them managed to retreat and escape before fighters could be scrambled to pursue, they did lose Darth Malrow, Traal's second-in-command. He sacrificed himself to allow their escape, distracting the forces, before throwing himself on his lightsaber when he was about to be captured. He disappeared into nothingness. The loss of Malrow was the most devastating loss that they had suffered. They had lost others, but never a Darth. Traal needed to choose a new apprentice to pass on all of his knowledge to.

In a ceremony, the force pointed Traal towards Orias.

Character Class (choose one): Force Sensitive
Items:
H.E.A.V. armour: (Harsh Environment and Anti Vacuum armour) A suit of armour that was heavily inspired by that of Darth Vader, his suit carries a life-support system, allowing him to survive even within in the vacuum of space, as well as temporature control, allowing his body to remain at an optimal temporature in both extreme heat and extreme cold situations. However, unlike Lord Vader's armour, it is mainly made of cloth covering Dura-plast. The chest piece is re-inforced plasteel, meaning that it will deflect glancing hits from a lightsaber, but it will not stand up to a heavy chop or precision stab. This means that it is substantially less effective at blocking enemy attacks than his predecessor, however, means that the armour is substantially lighter than Lord Vader's, meaning that the wearer is more mobile than Lord Vader was.
Lightsaber: Modeled after Darth Vader's, it has a thick, ridged handgrip, a high-output diatium power cell, a dual-phase focusing crystal, forward mounted adjustment knobs, and a beveled emitter shroud. The focusing crystal is a red synthetic one.
Vibro-Shield: He has been trained to utilize a Vibro-shield in combat, however, he prefers to Lord Vader and merely fight with just his lightsaber. As such, he usually leaves his shield aboard his ship.
Ghost Hand: Like all members of the cult, he had to sacrifice his right hand when he came of age. Cut off by then leader, "Lord Vader" Darth Traal. This is replaced with a synthetic hand that they refer to as a "Ghost Hand" It is identical to any other cybornetic hand and has no unique features beyond it's skeletal design It is always covered by a leather glove

Character Personality: When in battle, he is cold. Rarely speaking, usually simply staring at anyone around him with a stare that could turn a raging inferno to ice. He is a believer in balance, Good and Evil is not truly a concept to him. He see's Good as those that would preserve balance, whereas Evil are those that wish to eliminate all other ends of their spectrum, Order beings attempting to eliminate Chaos and Chaos beings attempting to eliminate Order.

When out of battle, he tends to be more open. Will easily be engaged in conversation and will even enjoy the odd game of Dejarik.

Character Alignment: Walking The Line

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Sample Post

"HOLD THE LINE!" A voice managed to cut through the blaster bolts that also filled the streets. Stormtroopers were advancing through the street, backed up by an AT-ST. The Street was one of the elevated streets of Malastare, if one peered over the side of the bridge-like street, they would barely be able to see the ground, hundreds of feet bellow. The commander, a Mon-Calamari, had just finished his shout, when one of the defense guns on an elevated part of the street was hit by a TIE Fighters straifing run and was torn to pieces. "Where's our fire support?" he yelled, grabbing the comm-officer that was desperately trying to cut through the Imperial comm-jammers.

"Imperial scrambler code is self modulating, trying to get through is like trying to bullseye a termite with a needle." he grunted.

"Can the metaphores and keep trying." replied one of the soldiers, before standing up to fire 3 shots, but was quickly knocked off the barricade as a blaster bolt hit his shoulder.

"MEDIC!!!" The commander roared. A Bothan charged over with a med-kit.

"Yeah, i've got him." he pried the armour off to get to the wound "Didn't penetrate deep." he mumbled, before opening a pot of Bacta and stuffing it in the wound.

"AAAAAH!!! COULDA FOOLED ME!!!" replied the wounded soldier.

"-*kRRtSH*ogie comi-*k*-in-*sshshhhhhhsi*ck high" the comm crackled. "Repeat, command, do not copy, repeat, do not copy, please repeat." replied the comm officer. At that point, the AT-ST was knocked off the walkway, as the burning hulk of a TIE Fighter cockpit smashed through it. It was then, that a shadow loomed over the street. They then saw an older shuttle landing next to the street, the Stormtroopers scampered for cover, but, one of them approached the descending ramp of the shuttle.

"Fire support." the Commander said to the Comm officer. "We're gonna need it right now... NOW DAMMIT, NOW!!!" he yelled, the comm officer scrambled for the comm-link again, desperate to get some bombers down on their position. He had heard of this, Sith could easily have cut through their Air-support and got down here. A cold air seemed to blow as, advancing down from the shuttle was 3 beings, all clad in black armour. The Stormtroopers saluted him, but, he was picked up off the ground and thrown into several of the advancing Stormtroopers. "OPEN FIRE! OPEN FIRE!!!" He yelled. Every blaster that could be pointed at them was pointed at them. One of the black clad beings, clearly a female, stepped forwards and held out her hand, almost all of the blasters energy-clips fell out, before she turned towards the Stormtroopers. The Commander was confused. That wasn't Sith tactics. "RELOAD!" He yelled, although the order was not necessary. Another of the black clad beings quickly advanced towards them, as the other two's red lightsabers ignited and they began to hack at the Imperial troopers. As the being floated up and over the barricade, he stared at the commander, a look that could freeze the soul. One of the men drew their pistol and shot him, but his hand extended to catch the bolt, with no visible damage.

"Do not attempt to interfere with us..." He said. "We will deal with these imperials. There is already too much chaos on this planet." he said. He then looked down at the injured man "Take your wounded and fall back." he ordered. The shuttle behind him took off and shot skyward. He then turned around and ignited his lightsaber as he moved to join his allies. The Commander gulped.

"F..." he gulped again. "Fall back to the next defense line... Command is going to want to hear about this... It... It looks like the sith have switched sides..." he said.

"What if it's a trick?" asked the medic.

"If they wanted this defense point... They'd have it and our corpses to decorate it." the Commander said. They began to move back, further into the city.

[Zugzwang]

Amolia Fairfax

Character you wish to play: Admiral Amolia Fairfax

Race: Human

Faction: Imperial Navy

Background: Amolia was raised on ships. Her father was an imperial officer. Her mother was an imperial officer. Her grandparents had served the empire, and her great-grandparents had been at Endor. She was raised imperial, she was taught to think imperial, and she had had the imperial ethos around her from the crib. That is not to say she is a true believer: she had her moments of doubt, and for years she fought against her parents and the counter intelligence division to learn about the Republic, find out who her enemies were and if they were as bad as the imperials preached they were. Amolia learned that they were not: she read diaries and reports, prowled image boards and news outlets, spent most moments of her free time harvesting what information she could, half a galaxy away from Coruscant. She learned that the republic was not the demon it was made to be. It was the wasting carcass of one, a dead weight crushing the lives of quadrillions as it slunk into depredation and failure, rewarding the lucky few who could take advantage of its rotting edifice, their triumphs inevitably hurting the rest.

Amolia dedicated herself to the imperial cause. She enlisted, her female status still making her a rarity even after all these generations of austerity and shortage. She underwent psychological training, physical instruction, and hours upon hours of learning. She clawed her way up from being a 2nd Lieutenant at 14 to a Captain at 18, to a fully-gazetted Admiral at 27. She fought tooth and nail for her position, lied cheated and stole to earn her unusual place on the Admirality, outmaneuvering and out-performing her competitors at every turn, hungry to earn the place she now had: a place at the head of a fleet the likes of which have not been seen in a century, aimed directly at the heart of the dying institution she so hated.

Character Class (choose one): Soldier

Items: The Bridge of a Super Star Destroyer is one of the safest places in the galaxy, and the White Bazaar is no exception, a wizened but fully functioning Executor-class from just before Byss. As such, she carries a blaster pistol at all times, but other than that carries no protective equipment. Planetside, she has stormtroopers much better at protecting her than she would be, and simply wears her uniform.

Character Personality: Amolia hates to waste time. It is the only thing that can never be replaced, after all. She speaks fast. She thinks fast. She does her duties quickly and diligently: mistakes slow her down. She is a very frugal person, and it reflects in her command. She hates to waste anything, especially lives. She values talent and free thought, preferring those who have their own dreams and goals rather than the die-hard imperials so common in the remnant. Innovation is valuable, dogma is deadly, and those who do not adapt to changing times are destroyed by them, in her mind. She thinks like a utilitarian: everything she does, she thinks will make the universe a better place, and she is always willing to change her ideas with new information. At her core, though, she is precocious and determined, the flames of her ambitions fanned by her pride, and she has been known to over-justify her actions when power was at stake.

Character Alignment (Choose one): Light Side

Do you know how to post pictures on the RPG Boards: Yes. Amolia is not a tall woman, and appears slender to the point of delicacy. She is rarely seen out of the Admiral’s uniform she worked so hard to earn. Her hair is long, but is always covered by the traditional naval hat from which she is never parted for long. She has a boyish figure, narrow hips and a flatter chest than would be fashionable, but she does not lack for severity or gravitas with sharp eyes, a sneering mouth and gently up-turning nose. Her voice is high and jagged, the grinding of an axe rather than the ringing of a bell, and a frown of concentration or placid look of contemplation seldom leaves her face when on duty.

Sample Post:

“Admiral Fairfax, Eriadu has been seized. The governor and his council have surrendered, and the defense forces have been neutralized completely within the capital. We’re receiving messages of compliance from other population centers now, and I am deploying the rest of my Stormtroopers to ensure cooperation. The Revenue took light damage from the small complement of anti-pirate ships, but its combat functionality is not impaired.”

Commodore Fayet’s young, pale face was displayed in rather poor definition on her personal screen, his voice small and tinny, blaring from the cheap speakers. Amolia noticed a few of her bridge officers listening in: it was the first combat any of them had seen, beyond simulation, and she shared their enthusiasm. She did not stop them, this time.
“Well done, commodore. The fleet will be arriving within the hour: begin procuring food and materiel at high prices, and give ground forces eight hours leave. Remind them we are liberators: rape and pillage will be met with firing squad.”

The commodore nodded along with her, memorizing his duties and no doubt already planning ahead. It was one of few things she liked about the man. Understanding her to be finished, he saluted. “Understood ma’am. Emperor protect.”

She did not respond. His face snapped off her screen, and she looked up, running over what she knew. She looked out of the fore window, the transparisteel almost invisible as she gazed past it and saw the enormous dagger-shaped ship extend in front of her, the point nothing more than a speck against the white streaks of hyperspace. She stood from her command chair with some relish.

“Captain Linser, you have command. Relay to the fleet that orders have changed: the fleet is to enter medium orbit above Eriadu and prepare to repel counterattacks. I have business to attend to.”

The balding man, no more than thirty years old and with chocolate-hued skin, turned from his station directly in front of her now- vacated chair and saluted smartly. “Yes, Admiral.”. He knew better than to wait for a response, and simply began executing her orders efficiently. They had become quite the team over the months.

The walk to her quarters was a short one. A flight of stairs and a trip down a drab grey corridor deposited her in her spacious quarters. Two rooms and a personal lavatory, well appreciated. She used very little of it, of course, and today was no exception. She dropped herself in her far more comfortable personal chair, and turned to her desk, turning her various computers and communicators on as she did so. Her desk was immaculate, of course: there was no using heavy, wasteful and expensive paper on a Star Destroyer. Her computer, however, was highly cluttered. She still managed to navigate it smoothly, and keyed open a new communication channel. She trusted her staff, as any officer must, but some matters are best kept out of the minds of the fragile.

“Pardalis. I trust the Jedi were no problem, even without the bomb.”

The rough voice of her agent came across in terrible quality, the price paid for portable communicators. “They weren’t, boss. I managed to take the padawan alive, like you asked. I couldn’t get the knight, too dangerous.”

“Indeed. Is she fit for transport?”

“Absolutely.” Even through the bad connection she could hear a note of relish. “She’ll be no danger on the ship, though I’d recommend you let me handle her while she’s aboard. Jedi are slippery, even when you can resist their tricks.”

“Understood. The Bazaar will be entering orbit in an hour. I expect you here as soon as possible.”

“Got it, boss.”

His face disappeared, and Amolia sat back calmly. She couldn’t wait to interrogate the jedi: there were just too many things she wanted to know. A rare smirk played on her face, just for a few seconds.

[Kalistar]

Star Wars: The Rise of the New Empire CS:

Screen Name: Kalistar

Character you wish to play: Senator Serra Eclipse

Race: Human

Faction: Republic

Background (list the history of your character here): Serra is the daughter of Kail and Lara Eclipse of Corellia, who met while serving in the Republic Senate. With politics in her blood, there was little question that she would one day succeed her parents in the Republic Senate. However, few expected her to join the Senate so soon. While on a diplomatic mission to Ziost, the star ship carrying her parents was lost, and all those aboard were believed dead, which left her to take her parents’ place in the Senate. While in the Senate, Serra has done her best to remain true to the ideals of her parents, which has often put her at odds with the (Bothan) Supreme Chancellor Eshka Liska’hag as well as her mentor, (Twi’lek) Vice Chair Val’Sil Zian.

Character Class (choose one): Bureaucrat

Items: Blaster pistol, Corellian freighter, personal security staff

Character Personality (Give a solid description on how your character acts, their morals, etc):Serra is smart, strong, and forceful. She has all of the makings of a true leader. Serra is a skilled diplomat, who is always willing to do what she has to do in order to ensure that the needs of the people are met. However, she is unwilling to compromise her morals and refuses to make concessions that are counterproductive to the task at hand.

Character Alignment (Choose one): Light Side

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Sample Post (write a sample post that is at least 4 paragraphs long and containing at least 3 lines of dialogue or meet the RPG Advanced guidelines of 12 lines):

To Serra it seems that sometimes the meetings of the Republic Senate are pointless. Instead of working together to solve the problems facing all of the citizens of the Republic, the various senators and representatives are working against each other to satisfy their own egos, at least enough of them are. While discussing the current issue of increasingly frequent and violent encounters with pirates closer and closer to the Core, Supreme Chancellor Eshka Liska’hag and Senator Salo are constantly butting heads over how to best deal with the situation.

While Serra knows that these are important matters, she has a matter that she would like to see to herself. To her, it is a matter of utmost importance. Recently, she was given information by a friend in Intelligence that led her to believe that her parents may be alive after all. She does not know if the information is true, and she doesn’t want to get her hopes up, but she has to look into it. Unfortunately, Val’Sil Zian, the Vice Chair of the Republic has tasked her with a diplomatic mission to Rodia before she can begin looking into this new information. Rodia is one of several worlds that have been openly discussing leaving the Republic, and Serra has been asked to ensure that it does not happen. Ironically, it was because of her parents that she was chosen for this mission. Her parents had enjoyed a good relationship with Navik Roosh, the Grand Protector of Rodia. Despite the benefit of her name, Serra knows that it won't be an easy mission. The aforementioned pirates have been harassing ships Tyrius System, and the Rodians are less than enthusiastic about the Republic’s ability to protect them. However, more disturbingly, Rodia and several other worlds throughout the Republic feel that the government has lost its way, and has become just as bad as the Empire that it had replaced. Fortunately, that sentiment is only shared by a few systems, however, a student of Galactic history, Val’Sil Zian knows that it only takes a small minority to set into motion an irreversible chain of events that could change the galaxy forever.

As the day’s session comes to a close and Serra makes her way back to her office, she is approached by Val’Sil Zian, who she had been hoping to avoid. Zian looked utterly regal as she approaches, her purple gown a stark contrast to her green skin.

“Serra, are you prepared for your trip?” Zian asks casually.

“Not entirely Val’Sil.” Serra admits. “I was hoping to look into another matter before I left for Rodia.”

“I see.” Val’Sil Zian says. She is well aware of Serra’s refusal to accept her parents’ deaths as well as her numerous attempts to find them. “And what could be so important?” she says, knowingly.

“It’s a- personal matter madam.” Serra tells her.

“I understand Serra, I miss them too. However, it’s been 3 years. It’s time for you to move on.” Zian says as she puts a hand on Serra’s shoulder.

“I’m not so sure that they’re really gone. I’ve come into possession of some new information, and I think that they might really be alive.” Serra says as a glimmer of hope enters her voice.

“Oh?” Zian asks, surprised by what she hears.

“There were reports from Felucia, it’s not much but-” she trails off.

“Serra, if this is true, it’s wonderful news. However, the mission to Rodia is of the utmost importance, sadly, more important that a rescue mission for a pair of missing senators, even if they are your parents.” Zian said with regret. “However, as soon as you return from Rodia, you can go to Felucia. I’ll even send you with some of my personal security.”

“What? Tha-thank you.” Serra said, taken aback by the Vice Chair’s generous offer.

“You’re very welcome, they were very dear to me, as are you.” Zian told her. “No go get prepared, you’ll have to leave within the hour if you are to make it to Rodia in time for your meeting.”

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Kalami

Screen Name: Mattmanganon

Character you wish to play: Kalami Manar

Race: Rodian

Faction: Republic

Background (list the history of your character here): You wouldn't believe how scary it is for a small girl to be left all alone, by herself on the streets of Coruscant's seedy underground. Gamblers down on their luck that would shank you just to sniff a credit, Drunken pilots with a "If there's Grass on the Pitch, you play ball." attitude and, every so often, slavers ready to break you in. That is how Mooghi grew up. Her earliest memories were being born to a Freighter Captain and his wife. They left her with her grandmother whilst they went offworld... Unfortunately, her Grandmother died during one of their long haul trips... And to make matters worse, after being 2 months overdue, it was rather obvious that they would not be returning...

Living on the streets, she got involved with a bad lot, becoming a Swoop-gang member. She always had a good heart, no matter how much she peddled Deathsticks or shook the rich down for their credits. When she was 18, she was arrested when she crashed her Swoop into a building, the rest of the gang ran, but her swoop had made a hell of a fireball when it crashed, she even lost most of her right arm in it. She had helped people out of the flames, when she was found by the PDF. In her cell, she was approached by a man that said he liked her attitude and if she ever wanted to do more with her life, that she could always try to join the PDF.

Her time with them was a godsend. She quickly worked her way up the ranks to command a small taskforce taking down one of the larger crime-groups on the planet, under Blarma the Hutt. During her time in the tast force, she showed great combat ability, taking down several of the more notorious bounty hunters on the planet. Afterwards, things quietened down. She was now a big fish in a tiny pond and antsy to get some action. This was when she applied to the Senate Guard.

Ever since then, she has been assigned to protecting diplomats and senators from all over the galaxy.

Character Class (choose one): Soldier

Items:

Senate Guard Robes
Senate Guard Armour
Lightsaber Pike (Blue blade)
Cybornetic Arm with build in blaster
Comm-link

Character Personality: A serious woman, she has been trained for quite some time to be able to fight anyone that might threaten the Republic or her charge. She is a tactically sound woman that always tries to think every attack through fully. She is also a fair pilot, commanding Defenser Squadron, a squadron of pilots that are charged with protecting the senate building. They specialize in Gunships, mainly, but when she is protecting a Senate vessel away from an atmosphere, she usually utilizes a heavily modified, old TIE Advanced, whereas the rest of the squadron usually use the more up-to-date X-Wings..

Character Alignment: Light Side

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Sample Post: "This is Defenser Leader, all wings report in." she said as the shuttle and fighters dropped out of Hyperspace above Telos." The Comms buzzed as the 8 other fighters reported their ok status. "We'll be coming in in an X-formation, we'll be hitting atmosphere in 45 seconds, I'll head in first, I want Defenser's 5, 6, 7 and 8 covering my entry, 1, 2, 3 and 4, cover the shuttle." She ordered.

The Shuttle fighters maneuvered into formation as they began to enter the atmosphere, the flames as the fast moving fighters hit the atmosphere left scorch marks on the nose and around the cockpit of Kalami's fighter. The ships finally managed to get through the atmosphere and reach the city bellow. They flew down towards the highrise buildings, making their way through the relatively empty skies, the skyways having been closed for their landing. All seemed normal... So far...

The ships flew towards the main government building, Kalami and Defenser's 1 and 2 landed with the shuttle, whilst the rest broke into 2 attack wings of 3 and headed skywards to keep watch. As Kalami descended from her fighter, she looked around. "All seems quiet." she said, the other two pilots drew their pikes and ignited them. They then walked towards the shuttle and and watched the ramp descend so that the Senator could depart. At that point, a man came running from the government building.

"Ma'am!!!" He yelled, he held his arm that was obviously badly wounded. The door opened behind him and a Bith in ragged armour appeared. Kalami raised her arm, the built in blaster extended, but there was no clear shot at the Bith. The Bith didn't share this weakness and shot the running man twice in the back, before retreating into the building. Kalami ran to the man, while the other guard bundled the Senator back into the shuttle. "Dissidents..." he coughed "Trap..." he then let go of his fading life and slumped.

"Dammit..." she said, before getting up. The Dissidents were the reason that the senator had been coming, trying to sort out relief aid for the extreme poverty of the under-levels of Telos. She drew her own pike and headed towards the shuttle. She headed inside and found the Omwati Senator. "Ma'am, i'm going to take the squad and take back the building, one floor at a time. I'll leave Defenser's 7 and 8 to defend your shuttle, please retreat to orbit." The senator shook her head.

"No, I refuse to believe that this cannot be settled without further bloodshed. Please protect me while I enter and talk to their leader." Kalami simply stared at her.

"That would be incredibly dangerous. Far too dangerous for us to risk." she said. "This is non-negotiable, they are extremely desperate beings that simply want to be heard and do not care who has to die for that to happen. Even if its themselves. You will not be able to reason with them whilst they are in the grips of mob mentality. We will have to force their leaders surrender, until then, talk is meaningless." She said. The Senator didn't back down. "We will set our weapons to stun and take their leader alive, then you can convince him to force his men to surrender." she said.

"That..." the senator sighed. "That will be acceptable." Kalami raised her arm and pressed a few buttons. "Pikes away, set blasters to stun." she ordered, the men did as they were told. She then retreaved her comm-link. "Defenser's 3, 4, 5 and 6, land at the government building, it has been taken over by dissidents. Set blasters to stun, we are taking it back without casualties." she said. The Senator bowed to her and she scowled a little under her helmet.

Defenser Squadron

Defenser 2

Name: Yamok Drall
Gender: Male
Species: Bothan
Age: 53
Weapon of Choice: Pistols
Specialisation: Second-in-command

Defenser 3

Name: Mak-Nog Laam
Gender: Male
Species: Gungan
Age: 21
Weapon of Choice: Explosives + Knives
Specialisation: Gunship Pilot

Defenser 4

Name: Umak Poll
Gender: Male
Species: Gran
Age: 31
Weapon of Choice: Rifles
Specialisation: Precision Shooting

Defenser 5

Name: Marlow Rand
Gender: Female
Species: Human/Twi-Lek hybrid
Age: 31
Weapon of Choice: Lightsaber Pike
Specialisation: Jedi Ace (Able to call upon the force to aid the minds of her allies and hinder those of her opponents.)

Defenser 6 *DECEASED*

Name: Buddy Illam
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Age: 28
Weapon of Choice: Pistol
Specialisation: Dogfighting Ace

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[Phoenix]

Ael Ked
(Only responds to ‘Knight/Master Ked,' 'King Ked,' or 'Corporal Ked')

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FACTION: New Jedi Order/New Republic
RANK: Knight/Corporal
SPECIES: Epicanthix
AGE: 48
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 2.24 m (88.33 in.)
WEIGHT: 174.55 kg (384.82 lbs.)
EYES: Grayed Green
HAIR: Stark Black with gray strands
SKIN: Brown-yellow
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Distinct Epicanthic folds. Scar across right breast. Mature body hair. Toned and even musculature. Tattoo on left shoulder of childhood tribe. Dark red left knee. Pure black goatee with gray strands. Wide nose. Heavy German/Russian accent.

STRENGTH
High. Since childhood, he’s been trained to be a warrior and soldier. Because of his culture and biology, his high levels of testosterone has helped him exceed in physical aspects of skill and ability. It usually takes him longer to figure out semi-complex problems than it would others.
DEXTERITY
Average. Because of his large body, his flexibility is that much lower. Still, his natural speed is great and he is able to jump higher than most. He’s not keen on thinking outside what he knows and understands. New philosophies and ideas usually wash over him without affecting his mind.
CONSTITUTION
High. He has a superb immune system. Any fractured bones or bruised muscles become healed much faster than most others. His race disallows persuasion by words and ideals. Insulting him or threatening him does nothing to sway him.
INTELLIGENCE
Low. Though he has a great war-mind, his academic and cultural intellect is quite low. He has a great sense of time, length and even weight. Also, his knoweldge of the Eightfold Path and Jedi Codes is high. He knows about the physical body and of combat (either hand-to-hand, one-on-one, or otherwise).
WISDOM
Below Average. His insight is short. He rarely thinks inward or meditates on personal matters. Going to him with a personal issue would result in a quick and tasteless response. He doesn’t understand emotion but, rather, action. Some would say he’s Echani in that respect.
CHARISMA
Low/High. Cold and calculating, people do not go to him for personal advice or to learn intimate subjects. He is a great leader, but not one to love. He makes for a great General and rallier-of-forces, but not a friend or lover. He is very much the strong father-figure, if not authoritarian.

FORCE POWERS

Key Force Powers:

- Revitalize (An inherent ability that helped him through his extensive childhood training. He can meditate for three weeks without food and one week without water. He can fight with high energy for a few hours. When he trains regularly for days straight, he's using this ability.)
- Body (He can take on three large males in a fair wrestling match without this. But using Body allows him crash his fist through tree trunks and lift the entire thing to throw it several feet.)
- Heal Self(He can regenerate regenerative tissue (e.g. skin) quickly and clean dirtied wounds just as fast. The scars on his body are from when he hadn’t developed the skill to its current degree.)
- Force Absorb (Though his well of Force energy is deep, he can use it quickly. He took years to develop this skill. Now, being in the thick of battle can keep his Force energies at a consistent level.)
- Pyrokinesis (This was the first Force power he discovered and thus the most developed. By fourteen years old, he could burn down an entire village. He has increased its intensity and heat since then.)

Other Force Powers:

- Sense/Tracking (His tribe specialized in hunting and tracking deserters and enemies. This extenuates his natural abilities to track prey.)
- Jump (This is merely used to catch runaways and prey or to gain the upper hand in a duel.)
- Speed (Same as the above. Other applications include: the completion of several tasks in a timely manner.)
- Moving Meditation (Alchaka)(This was first instilled when his tribe would war against others. He easily applied it to the Force when he entered the Order.)
- Tapas (The winters required bundling up, but this would restrict his movements when other tribes invaded their territory. Eventually, the Force allowed him to keep warm with minimal clothing.)

LIGHTSABER FORMS
- Vaapad (Jar’Kai) (His personality inclines him to learn this Form before others. Even with his high testosterone levels, short temper, and thirst for victory, his reasons for fighting are usually "just." Since the only other education he acquired was that of the Jedi Philosophies, he knows how to keep a level mind while expressing his aggressiveness in efficient and progressive ways.)
- Soresu (He dislikes this form almost completely and was initially inclined to learn Djem So. However, his Master required his understanding of this Form as it was the complete opposite from what he was used to. Though he would never teach the Form, he doesn’t deny that it has saved his life several times when he was pushed to his physical limits by others more skilled than himself.)
- Vaiko (His culture stresses the quick learning of others' movements and behaviors during battle. Because of this, he has developed a high aptitude for Vaiko, though he doesn’t know of the Form or that he’s even skilled in it.)

SKILLS
- His species natural affinity to protect the mind from invasion allows him to keep safe from illusions, mental manipulation, and invasive techniques without much intervention on his own.
- Managing people in stressful situations.

STRENGTHS
- Deep well of Force-energy
- Never underestimates and opponent
- Military Tactician
- Proactive, focused, and diligent

WEAKNESSES
- Uses the Force with little discipline
- Unable to uphold a duel across long distances
- Uneducated in academics and cultures
- Aggressive/arrogant and stubborn/short-tempered

GEAR
- Red combat suit (The top can easily be discarded for freer movement. This is often done due to his high body temperature. Because of this, it is silk-like and breathable but skin-tight with a zipper down the middle for easy access. Knee-high boots are made of a Cortosis-weave that he’s used to block other Lightsaber wielders before. His trousers are loose but thin enough to tuck into his boots without much irritation and have a low crotch, along with his lack of underwear (only enough to keep his manhood ‘out of the way’) allows for greater movement.)
-- Leather belt (It was made by his father from his first kill. It is unusually resilient. Its use other than keeping his Lightsabers around his waist is purely aesthetic.)
--- Hak (This Lightsaber on his right side has within it a Sigil crystal, increasing the potency of the purple blade.)
--- Blok (This Lightsaber is on his left hip and has within it a Phond crystal, making the orange blade lick with flames.)
--- Oew (This Lightsaber is strapped to his back and is imbued with Baas' Wisdom, a crystal which causes a minor instance of frostbite when touched (either the blade or the shaft at any time). This is a phrik saber staff with a meter long white blade and a two meter long shaft.)

SHIP
- Shib or 'The Falcon' in Basic (This easily modified YZ-900 freighter is mostly for simple transport from Temple to War ship or vice-versa. However, it has been upgraded with a second Shield Generator and a much larger, but more powerful and efficient engine. Both take up an entire cargo hold together, however. The co-pilot position has been replaced with upgraded computer, scanning, and navigation systems which allow for single pilot use. The ten autoblasters as well as the Proton torpedo launcher can be easily controlled here. The second cargo hold has been replaced to hold four more torpedoes, for a total of 20. There is room for two more crew members to man the Twin Heavy Cannon Laser turrets (THCLs). One of these turrets was removed for the additional two autoblasters. Only three more passengers can board this ship after the full crew of only 3 men.)

PERSONALITY
Calculating and cold, Master Ked is stern and has an air of authority and seriousness about him. His ideals are quite concrete, but that is because he has rarely been proven wrong by past scenarios. His natural education of guerrilla warfare and his further study of planetary war strategies give him the ability to adapt to almost any situation on the field and make quick and decisive calls. Many of them are controversial since they sometimes require the sacrifice of some of his men. But he’s won many battles against rogue nations. He’s often called onto the field for advice and intervention, making his workload much larger. Regardless, he takes his responsibilities seriously and completes all tasks assigned to him in a timely manner, which is usually before others expect them to be completed. Along with this, he knows everyone's name. And when he doesn't, he learns them quickly. This is a sign of respect to him.

Any personal matters brought to his attention are ignored or waved off. When personal matters concern himself, he confronts the individual sternly and unyielding in order to solve differences. Unfortunately, his stubbornness doesn't allow for much compromise and results in a strain between the two. Consequently, these are strong and profuse. As much as he is revered and respected, many dislike and disagree with his methods. He blames them for the inability to sacrifice the few for the many, as his Jedi Codes require him to do. They are too weak to make the hard calls and, thus, are not as capable as him. He views the Force as "ancestral influence" or "gifts." He speaks in short and concise sentences and often gets frustrated when listening to those more winded than himself.

His ability to feel compassion or empathy is almost void but is compensated by his sympathy (however little) and practice of respecting others. There's also a distinct irony or hypocrisy about him. He believes others should be able to help themselves while he tend to do as much as he can for others. It usually applies to those who deem themselves skilled enough to protect others that he will point out their shortcomings should they have any. At the same time, he will protect them with his life, as any Jedi would.

Reproduction is a necessary stage in life, and he has fathered several children, and the mother has been married, but he rarely shows any kind of affection towards his children, never mind his wife. But his culture doesn't allow for close attachments, which he has done well within the Order of abstaining from hindering relationships. He believes: to become physically powerful, such as himself, they much be mentally resilient. This means the individual must not be able to feel anything at the death of another for a moment of hesitation will be the cause your own death. Emotional detachment is the foundation of a capable warrior.

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Name: Epicanthix (Plural) Epicant (Singular)
Biology: Average 2 meters tall. Strong musculature. Dark skin tone and hair. Brown/Green eyes most common. Epicanthic folds on eyes. Otherwise, Human biology.
Strengths: Immunity to mental manipulation and probing from the Force. Even powerful Darths cannot read the mind of a *true Epicanthix. However, due to breeding with humans, this immunity has lessened over the millenia they have been isolated on Panatha. Average lifespan about 130 years.
Weaknesses: Illnesses and diseases as well as physical weaknesses typical for the Human race.
Diet: Largely depends on region. They are omnivorous, however.
Behavior/Temperament: The tribe-mind among them makes them easily riled and quick to take the defensive or offensive.
Communication: Epicant: mostly 3-4 letter words with a German/Russian accent.
Planet: Panatha
Topograph: Varied
Culture:

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The heavy and varied terrain of Panatha protects people from each other. Seclusion is easy to find on this planet. Generations passed and this seclusion became the norm. Centuries passed and invading this seclusion was offensive, a taboo. Tribes were small, but inbreeding was never a problem. Arranged weddings allowed for opposing tribes to come together and possibly settle their differences. This rarely occurred, however. A week of peace was welcome, regardless. Its location in the Outer Rim meant it wasn’t much colonized, if only because of its limited resources.

It could be argued that their beliefs are land-ownership bound, but privacy and seclusion are held before what land they inhabit. Many tribes of the Epicanthix are relatively nomadic, though there are still those who create more permanent structures into the ground and practice agriculture. They are able to keep a larger population satisfied but are more apt to attack passing-by tribes. Because of this, they are more apt to be attacked, requiring more resources to keep these armies up. Objectively, these villages are just as efficient as the nomadic tribes since the tribes move more often, attacking and defending themselves much less.

Both the tribes and villages are led by known oligarchies. They are relatively incorrupt, but there are always those exceptions. These ‘Councils’ are made up of the elders who’ve shone that, through their extensive life-experience; they are capable of successfully leading their tribe or village to any victory. Any loss is counted by the total termination of the village or tribe. This ‘termination’ can be the enslavement or melding of or with another tribe or village. It can also simply be that it was killed off entirely. It is currently seen as honorable to have the entire community to be killed. The slavery, though not oppressive, is a stigma that each oligarchy discourages.

Generations passed as did millennia and the amount of conflict only grew as the sense of individualism grew. Sizes of tribes and villages never rose and actually decreased, though this is statistically insignificant. Those who remained nomadic traveled farther distances, gaining space between them and others. Even with more movement or stronger defenses, the villages and tribes knew each other well enough to know what type of terrain they usually settled in and during which seasons. Tribes include, but are not limited to, Mountain, Snow, Forest, and Swamp. Villages include, but are not limited to, Plains, Deserts, Lakes, and Rivers, though the latter is slightly nomadic.

The Mountain Tribes, or those with ‘Grii’ in their names, are strong and agile but not quite resilient or wise. They often become physically ill and are known for their shorter lifespans (around 120 years). However, they are difficult to attack and easy to defend (due to their locations), making their ‘shorter’ lives more peaceful. Hunting is the most difficult of the Grii Tribes, but their prey is varied. Many herbs grow on the sides of these mountains as well. These tribes remain closer to the equator and never ascend high enough to where frost forms. Ironically, the tribes which remain higher upon the mountains are seen as more fortunate since they can handle the thinner air. They favor utilities and tools more than other goods and are often sought after for their inventions. The Grii Tribes share a crest with the image of a club within it and the color brown.

The Snow Tribes, or those with ‘Oew’ in their names, are arguably as strong or stronger than the Grii but show a greater resilience to their environment. Interestingly, they have the widest range of lifespans, from 115 to 145, and are also the highest and lowest of all the tribes and villages. The Oew are some of the most aggressive and possessive of settlements. They dwell atop mountains as well as the poles of the planet. Those closest to the poles are seen as stronger as and better than those further or atop the mountains. There is also a semi-strict caste system of various levels, though none are truly above others. The Oew specialize in weapons and wield a wide variety. They share crests with weapons, specifically a spear with spikes along the shaft and the color white.

The Forest Tribes, or those with ‘Fiv’ in their names, are known for their ability to travel quickly through the treetops as well as their intimate knowledge of the forests. They are quite difficult to locate, allowing them to live through the typical lifespan of an Epicanthix. Their tree houses are expertly camouflaged, but the travel between the Grii and Udz (since they keep in the forests between them) makes this necessary. They have been attacked many times and have become paranoid of becoming attacked. They use stealth to overcome their foes and are known for their skill movement and silence. Other see them as unnecessarily aggressive while they believe everyone else to be. Communication is not a strong suit among the settlements. The Fiv Tribes share logos with bows and arrows and the color green.

The Swamp Tribes, or those with ‘Saq’ in their names, are quite cunning and unusually manipulative though are the least adapted to their environment. They’ve kept as many promises as they’ve broken, which makes them notorious for their seeming inability to cooperate fairly with outsiders. Some might know of the necessary measures taken by the Saq, however. They are known for making traps within the bogs and bayous they live within. Keeping close to the equator, they inhabit the most humid of environments. Above most anything, they specialize in gaining intelligence and secrets of opposing tribes and villages. Insignias of the Saq all show ropes or chains in their patterns and the color black.

The Plains Villages, or those with ‘Udz’ in their names, are usually quite intellectual and wise. Unlike other tribes, however, they don’t place such high reliance on physical strength and skill in movement and formations. They focus on defense, something the Epicanthix are also not known for. Ironically, the Plains tribes are some of the biggest, but agriculture and ease of building structures allows for greater populations. They live within the tropics of the planet and construct villas out of grass and mud for the elders of the Council while the rest of the population live in ornate tents. Along with their impressive defense, the Udz are known for their craft in shield and armor craft. These people live for quite a long time, usually 140 years. They share a tribal sign of shield and the color beige.

The Desert Villages, or those with ‘Krik’ in their names, are a formidable force to go against for the physical power of their men is only matched by their intimate knowledge of lore and military tactics. Since they live in the desert, they become ill more often than those of other tribes. They are also not known for their dexterity or skills in stealth. The Krik use offensive tactics, but only to drive back those who threaten their solitude. They don’t wish to fight and will tell the intruders to leave before attacking them ruthlessly and completely. The Krik have the most victories in war and, thus, the highest population of slaves. They live in underground tunnels and caves to keep from the sun. Since the presence of slaves is so high, the family is held sacred even above combat and lore. Their signatures share three circles in a line or sometimes interlocking and include the color red.

The Lake Villages, or those with ‘Mil’ in their names, are sternly attached to the native lore of Panatha. Many seers and mystics live along lakes to provide others with their knowledge through visions and whispers from the Whisps. They are quite peaceful and friendly, favoring diplomatic solutions to conflicts with other villages and tribes. The Mil are concerned with their mental and physical health, however, and are so superstitious that it clouds their abilities to think critically They build cabins from the woods they live near, which often causes trouble with the Fiv. Fortunately, the Mil choose their words carefully and don’t take more than they are allowed by the nearby Fiv. The Mil focus on their mysticism over combat and seclusion and will house deserters if their auras are not negative. Interestingly, their superstitions seem to have some sort of viability since they live as long or longer than the Udz. Their flags depict images of smoke and the color purple.

The River Villages, or those with ‘Tox’ in their names, are quite adaptive to their surroundings since rivers often flood and they are usually targets for attack to usurp key river ways for transportation. As adaptable as they are, they can be quite hospitable as the Mil are known to be but can be just as aggressive as the Oew. If forced to fight, they adapt tactics from the Fiv and Saq but never initiate an attack. Still, their hidden methods are quite effective and difficult to displace when displacement of their village is a determined mean to an end. The Tox live in boats or structures that shelter them from weather but can float down the rivers they inhabit, allowing them to escape should they need to. Along with this, they are the only tribe to flee from conflict rather than admit complete defeat which places them below all other villages and tribes. However, they prize individual and collective life above combat and pride. The Tox live average life spans because of their fleeing. Their logo includes a star or a collection of them as well as the color blue.

The Force is viewed as Ancestral Influence. There are few who are gifted with special abilities that enhance their body or allow them to perform magics. Some can hear their wishes and chants. It's not often for the Epicanthix to use these powers for their own ends, since they are very communal. Those who do, however, are seen as selfish and become an equivalent to a Sith. Otherwise, their aggressive tendencies leave them in gray areas.

Physical maturity is met quite early among the Epicanthix, though varies from individual to individual. Records report full sexual and physical maturity to be around the age of 20 for both sexes. Sexual maturity begins as early as 8 years old and as late 15. Arranged marriages occur between tribes or villages but more often within their own. The children are usually around 16 to 18 years old and are expected to have a child 6 months later (their pregnancies are surprisingly shorter in spite of their lengthened lifespan). These marriages are usually festive and ornate and take months to plan and a week to celebrate. The ceremonies differ from village to tribe but take hours to complete.

Gender is quite an important thing among the Epicanthix. Women are revered and respected and held above men. They are expected to learn the deep lore of their ancestors and learn how to efficiently perform the tasks they are born into. They learn lore and healing before the intricacies of their family’s profession. They are also expected to begin to bear children early and constantly. The men are expected to protect, not only their village or tribe, but the women within them. When attacked, the women are targeted before the men in hopes to kill off their lore and ancestry. Interestingly, neither gender is better to bear than the other. The women within the Council are heeded more immediately than the men. It’s an odd form of matriarchy.

Names are quite important. The firstborn male is to have the first name of the mother’s last name in a hope to inherit her knowledge and wisdom. His last name is that of his father to inherit his strength and cunning. The firstborn female is to have the same, but reversed (her first name is the father's last name and her last name is the mother's last name). The second son has the same first name of the father save the middle letters and inherits the father's last name. The same is for the second daughter but the names come from the mother. All other sons have a first name that starts with the first letter of the father's first name and inherit his last name while the daughters follow similarly their mother. During marriage, neither the husband or wife adapts the other’s name for each are equally important.

Technology: Minimal. Basic wooden and metal tools for survival.
History: They were initially strong enough to conquer man neighboring planets throughout the Reach. However, during the Old Republic, they were hunted due to their ability to resist mental Force powers against them. They could easily turn against the Sith and, thus, were a liability should the Jedi learn to take advantage of this. Planets were sieged to rid the galaxy of them after many attempts to appeal to their love of combat and turn them to the Dark Side through whatever means (they would often find balance, not to be confused with a resistance to the Dark Side). They weren't particularly strong in the Force, but should they learn its secrets the Sith would be forever wary of that individual. They almost became extinct but resorted to breeding with a few humans to lessen their abilities and their affinity toward the Force. Others say this was purely accidental. They also refused the use and evolution of technology for further fear they would be easier to locate and track. Their suspicion of Force-users is legitimate and their seclusion from the outside is significant. Currently they've found solace in their simple life-style and remain ignorant of their glorious past.

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Ages 2-24
Trains in village military. Rises to top through necessity and circumstance (though deserving, nonetheless) throughout conflicts against other villages. (It's mildly sophisticated)

Age 24
Jedi investigate world. Gain intelligence of them while provoking them due to cultural mores and taboos being practiced. Ael kills 2 Jedi as each side grows increasingly aggressive. Jedi Master escapes.

Ages 25-29
More tribal/village conflicts and merges. Eventually becomes King of the Oew Kingdom.

Ages 30-32
Jedi return to further study Epicanthix/Ael. Convinces him to learn who/what they are. Trains with them and is tested for two years. Learns basic Basic.

Ages 33-34
Returns to Panatha to rule Kingdom. Tribe vs. Kingdom. Jedi Master (from previous) arrives to counsel Ael. Convinces Ael to become defensive. Successful.

Age 35-40
Jedi Master (from previous) exiled. Ael interrogated but knows nothing of their accusations (other than the fact that he can hardly speak Basic and needs a translator). Considered Jedi. Sent back to Panatha to rule over Oew Kingdom.

Age 41
Called to mission on Coruscant. Ousts drug cartell. Gifted/usurped YZ-900. Returns to Panatha.

Age 42
Corellian mission during which, Jedi teaches him Soresu. Discovers Exiled Master. Ael kills her due to excessive strength. Counsel and more training.

Ages 43-48
Oversees development and growth of Kingdom. Political and familial intrigue. Continues to exert dominance other other tribes and villages. Discovery of Mil Kingdom. Diplomacy begins.

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<<"There's no reason for you to be crying,">> Ael told the small boy who came running to him with a large gash in his knee. The blood ran down his shin and around his calf, dripping onto the white floor of snow.

<<"You're almost a man. You have to learn what pain is and how to endure it for the sake of your family and the kingdom.">>

Ylp Ked was the first born of Ams Ked, Ael Ked's last born. Only nine years old, the boy was training with the other children his age in the Raider's barracks. They had been practicing with wooden swords and staves. One such "practice weapon" broke the skin of the child's knee.

King Ked had been overseeing the training as he would every other week. It wasn't unusual to see him in the military sector, since he had a much more intimate understanding the hierarchy of such a program. He knew what the boys needed to become men and knew what was required of men to protect and provide for the population of the Oew Kingdom.

One such item was the ability to ignore pain and fight through it. <<"But it hurts,">> the boy tried to explain, of which his grandfather would have none.

<<"And it will heal, like any superficial wound. Enemies will not allow you time to whine and nurse your wounds. They will kill you if only to remove such a failed man from the surface of this world.">>

The Epicantix were a harsh people. Their history, from before the creation of villages and tribes, was only known by the King himself, if only due to his exposure to the Jedi Archives. He would not allow this history to repeat itself. He would not allow weakness, manipulation, and complacency destroy his race once again.

<<"Father King,">> someone interrupted. Ael looked behind him to see the current Head Chief of the Kingdom. <<"An ambassador from the Mil Kingdom is here to speak with you.">>

"The Mil Kingdom"? Ael had not heard of such a gathering of the villages. He was intrigued but no less concerned. What could they want with him? He prayed to his ancestors that it would not create another war he'd have to sacrifice others to win.

[Sohtem]

Eevy Hunt

Screen Name: Sohtem

Character you wish to play: Eevy Hunt

Race : Human

Faction (does your character belong to a group, such as the Republic, The Imperial Remnant, the Bounty Hunter's Guild, a specific crime syndicate, etc): Republic

Background (list the history of your character here): Eevy was born on Coruscant and came from a substantially wealthy family but not overly so; main reason that her parents had aspired to a slightly wealthy life-style was because they did not have a lot when they were children and just wanted to be able to give their daughter all the things that they never were given. Eevy's force abilities started to show one day when she was about four years of age, her mother had been watching the news when she had noticed from the corner of her eye that her daughter's blocks were floating and looked over to see Eevy manipulating the blocks and giggling at the sight of them floating around.

Naturally her father was told about her abilities and they agreed that she should try to be trained as a Jedi and soon set out to have her trained, when she was accepted, she began a long and arduous training as a Jedi. She quickly excelled at her combat training and did moderately well in her force training, she sometimes could be a tad brash in wanting to learn new skills and abilities before she even finished the ones she was learning, but she always completed her tasks in the end, so her master didn't see anything wrong with that.

Eventually at the age of fifteen, she became a padawan and went on her first real assignment with her master, Kasari Soloman. It was supposed to have been a simple diplomatic mission, however that wasn't the case, a sith had been on the planet to disrupt the terms of sale that would've benefited the Republic with cheaper resources. A fight ensued between the sith and Kasari with Eevy, it had been a close fight with her master nearly being killed and Eevy herself losing half of her forearm and hand, trying to protect her master, but the sith had been beaten back to a retreat and they received medical treatment and Eevy a new cybernetic arm.

She's now twenty-one years old and a full fledged knight, her skills more refined as well as her maturity, not to mention not being ash brash as she used to be when it came to entering a fight without thinking, her arm reminding her everyday how she fought the sith without thinking as well as almost being killed and now tries to ensure that doesn't happen again and she thinks through her next course of action.

Character Class (choose one): Force Sensitive

Items (Created Characters Must Be Thorough! What major weapons and the like does your character carry? Such as a lightsaber, a rigged Sabaac deck, a blaster pistol, vibro-knife, Wookie crossbow, telescopic lenses, etc): A lightsaber with a purple blade, black glove on her right hand, small med kit on a belt.

Character Personality (Give a solid description on how your character acts, their morals, etc): She is more thoughtful when it comes to combat though very skilled at it as well as moderately skilled with the force, sometimes in the heat of the moment she can be brash and not attack with precision. She's naive when it comes to the more political matters, thinking sometimes that action should be had instead of talk; also very protective of her master, sometimes to the point of it being a liability.

Character Alignment (Choose one): Light Side

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Sample Post (write a sample post that is at least 4 paragraphs long and containing at least 3 lines of dialogue or meet the RPG Advanced guidelines of 12 lines): Eevy slowly regained consciousness, her vision slightly blurry and her head pounding as a small amount of blood ran down the side of her face; she looked over to where the fight had been happening and saw the sith slowly approaching her master who had also been knocked out and was unconscious.

She slowly got to her feet as she recovered from the force attack that had knocked her out earlier, although a little shaky, she finally did it and then looked up to see the sith turn his saber downward and then raise it up, getting ready to thrust the blade down into Kasari.

“No!” Eevy screamed, quickly reaching out with the force to bring her saber to her, igniting it and then force leaping into the air, ready to slam her blade down on the sith that was trying to kill her master. The sith looked surprised as he heard her scream and almost didn't have time to block her attack but just managed and then smirked at her as he blocked the flurry of attacks she launched at her. “Heh, you fight like a child.” The sith taunted at her, making her only angrier, which caused her to miss a few openings that her wild attacks opened up.

The sith then force pushed her again, though only causing her feet to slide against the ground as she blocked most of it, “I won't let you kill me master!” She exclaimed, looking over to her unconscious master before back at the sith with anger. Not thinking straight with her master's life on her mind, she quickly charged back towards the sith, ready to pierce him with her blade.

“As if you could stop me young one, you're weak, just like your master and such things must be eradicated from the galaxy.” The sith chuckled before seeing Eevy charge at him, blocking another barrage of attacks, though being surprised when she force pushed him into a pillar, and then dodging as she narrowly decapitated him. “Well, I guess you're not as weak as I thought, but you're still no match for me.” He smirked as he gazed and the now slightly exhausted Eevy.

“You'll...not think that...when you're dead.” She spoke as she tried to catch some of her breath, however before she could recover the stamina she wasted, the sith took his chance to go on the offense, slashing at her with more precision and knocking her defense away a few times. “Only a sith can master hatred to work for him he grinned eagerly, his eyes intense with a yellow glow with an intent to kill Eevy. She tried her best to keep up her defense, but with her stamina nearly drained, the sith finally broke through, knocking away her lightsaber from her torso and then quickly slashed down the middle of her right forearm, severing it from the rest of her arm.

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Darth Seducus

Screen Name: NeutralNexus

Character you wish to play: Malov Kyren/ Darth Seducus

Race: Zeltron

Faction: Sith Lord/Apprentice to Darth Crudelis

Skills and Abilities:
Lightsaber Combat: Darth Seducus is an extremely skilled user of Form V(Shien/Djem So), able to hold off multiple lightsaber wielders with ease until he can launch vicious counter attacks. Complementing its counter-attack style with his equally dangerous Dun Moch, the Sith art of taunting and beguiling his opponent into attacking out of frustration or fatigue, making stupid and sloppy moves for him to capitalize on.

Zeltron Heritage: As a Zeltron, Darth Seducus is gifted with his race’s natural pheromones, enhancing his attractiveness and likeability to those around him. The Zeltron race is also gifted with limited telepathy, allowing him to feel the emotions of others and even project emotions onto them if need be.

Force Powers: Darth Seducus is extremely gifted in the dark side of the force, his destructive powers being extremely potent and apparent in his ability to channel such things as lightning and raw kinetic power. However, his true strength lies in his power to alter and deceive the mind. Complementing his natural Zeltron abilities, Mavol has the almost peerless ability to win over people using intricate mind tricks, channeling his emotions into his abilities to enthralling effect. In the mind, he is incredibly powerful.

Diplomacy and Deception: Malov is incredibly silver-tongued and witty, allowing him to move in and out of crowds with ease. He knows who to be aggressive with, who to smile at, who to bow to, and who not to cross. He is a versatile and impressive diplomat, even without his powers. One would have a lot of trouble telling if he was ever lying.

Athletic Ability: As a Zeltron, he is a naturally gifted athlete, but he had trained his body even further than his genetics provided. He is light on his feet and fast with his hands, keeping himself dexterous and alert at all times.

Pilot: While not an ace pilot, Malov is capable of flying and maneuvering in a spaceship with no issue.

Slicing: Malov is a decent slicer, his life before his Sith training allowing him to pick up the talent of hacking to grab a few credits here and there on his adventures.

Con Man: Among his talents, Malov excels at conning his way in and out of situations. With his deceptive nature and likeable personality, Malov can drift in and out of social circles with a few well placed lies. This, among all his talents, is his most dangerous feature, allowing him to infiltrate the likes of Republic congress and Imperial Remnant battle meetings with a few clever disguises and the impeccable ability to make things up on the spot. Many a time he has swindled information out of people, and very few times has that blown up in his face.

Connected: Even before he became Sith, he had allied himself with a few organizations, Hutt, Republican, and Imperial Remnant alike, having worked as a smuggler, spy, and mole in a few organizations even at a young age, allowing him a bizarre amount of resources at his disposal.

Background: Ever since his youth, Malov knew he wanted the power to make his own decisions. Born to a Zeltron couple on Nar Shadda, he was instantly taught the ways of the world. His family were immigrants from Zeltros, a pair thrill-seekers who had immediately found themselves indebted to the local Hutt family on Nar Shadda. His mother became a dancer for a Hutt named Trubba the Hutt, his father becoming an emissary for Trubba as well.

However, as depressing and crushing it was for his parents to essentially be slaves to a local Hutt, Malvo actually thrived in the scenario. Rather than hiding behind his parents, he went straight to the Hutt himself, desiring to lean about their iron grip on the planet. He envied people in power. living with two people who had such innate talent and squandered it on fruitless endeavors caused him to gravitate toward people with purpose, such as the Hutts, who took charge of their lives. He volunteered to work for the Hutt as a pickpocket and smuggler from a very young age, in exchange for learning how Hutts conduct their business and how they keep people in line. He learned the intricacies of infrastructure, who to sweet talk, who to threaten, with the Hutts he learned how the power of the mind.

As he grew, he began to pick up talents that helped him on his path to power on the cruel streets of Nar Shadda, even if his power was never legitimate. He learned the power of words, both truthful and deceitful, using his Zeltron abilities to convince people whatever he wanted. Little did he know that his Zeltron abilities were being enforced by a strong connection with the Force, making his words even more persuasive without his knowledge. While continuing to work with the Hutts, he became a con man on the side, using his physical nature and threats for the Hutts, while lying his way into a fortune of his own.

However, this web of careful lies brought Malov into trouble around the age of 17, when he conned his way into an Umbaran mining operation, posing as an intern for the safety inspection branch of the mining facility. Using this free access of the mines, he began to feed both weak spots and the vital cargo hold to nearby raiders, giving them a backdoor for a raid in exchange for part of the cut.

The only problem with this plan is the Umbaran mining facility belonged to one Pyrx Reyta, otherwise known as Darth Crudelis. The cunning Sith Lord was well ahead of Malov’s plan, and rigged the cargo hold full of explosives to kill the mauraders attacking his mining operation. At the same time, he had his guards rope in the young ringleader of the plan, as he wanted to torture this con man himself. However, once Crudelis found the young man, he instantly sensed his power in the force. As one of the few who could resist his mental powers, Crudelis was able to resist Malov’s pleas and deals he tried to cut. However, that did not deter the Sith Lord from seeing massive potential in the young Zeltron. He could shape and mold this boy into a powerful Sith, and as such revealed himself to the boy. He showed Malov what could be done with the Dark Side, what he could acheive, how much power he could gain from undertaking such a profession.

Malov was instantly enamored, this was his ticket to power. He could see right from the start that this was more than just sweet talk and fancy tricks, this was true might, and he would be a fool not to accept this Sith Lord’s offer.

It was that day, many years ago, that Malov was deemed Darth Seducus, one of the most terrifying, enigmatic, and influential Sith of our time.

Character Class: Force Sensitive/Sith Lord

Items: A single red lightsaber, a L-23 blaster pistol, a Kazellis-class light freighter in which he keeps a credit stash, numerous fake IDs and disguise kits, along with his prized phrik battle-armor and sith robes(which he makes a point not to wear all the time).

Character Personality: To call him driven is an understatement. Malov is goal-oriented, focused, and power-hungry. Downright sociopathic in his pursuit of power, he will take any personality needed to continue his goals of domination. Cunning and calculating, no word he speaks is without purpose, no sentence is without a second meaning, every interaction he makes is a planned encounter to further his own goals.

However, this does not make him cold or stoic. Far from it, as he is a downright peerless actor. He is charismatic and charming, using his Zeltron born skills to ease people into talking to him. Everyone who interacts with him is nothing less than entranced, as if the very words he spoke were honey laced with a virulent poison.

This Zeltron extroversion only fuels his arrogance. He is cocky and confident, fully believing that at his core his focus makes him superior than all others. Nevertheless, he is powerful and coercive, and never to be taken lightly.

Character Alignment (Choose one): Dark Side

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“<Malov? Malov is that you?>”

The uttering of the massive Trubba the Hutt was raised by the sight of his young associate, one he had thought was lost to him many years ago. As the red skinned man waltzed in, he flashed the same charismatic smirk to Trubba that he gave the slug many years ago, one that was instantly recognized.

“Of course, my dear Hutt, how could you forget your favorite pickpocket and spy?" Malov responded, making his way past the two Gamorreans in the doorway into the large throne room Trubba sat in, surrrounded by armed men and a few Twi’Lek dancers.

“<My little red scamp!>” Trubba called out in boisterous fashion, the flabby, wriggling arms of the Hutt extending in joy. “<It’s been so long, I thought you had died on that Umbaran Mining job you had bragged about!>”

“Oh, come now, Trubba, you think one botched job could kill lil’ ol’ me?” Malov asked, the cape on his diplomatic suit brushing some of the dirt from the floor as he gestured. “You know me, I can talk my way out of anything, this one just....took a few years.”

“<A few years?>” Trubba retorted. “<It’s been long enough for your parents to work off their debt! You’re a grown man now, from the looks of it. No longer the little thief who sat on my shoulder and watched as I fed my enemies to the Nexu .>

“Yes, yes, those were good times.” Malov said. “In fact, I went and caught one of my own, have it housed to deal with another Hutt two planets over.”

Trubba’s large, flabby maw dropped open for a few seconds in confusion, a brow raised over its bulbous eye as it leaned forward, leering at Malov. “<You’re dealing with other Hutts? I though you and I were tight, why didn’t you tell me?>”

“Well, it’s been a few years, Trubba, I didn’t know whether or not you’d take me back.”

“<I don’t believe you, Malov.>” The Hutt said, gesturing to one of his men to advance on the calm Malov. “<Why are you telling me this? Come to think of it...why are you here now?>”

“Well, to be honest, Trubba, I’m here for your assets.” Malov said with a smile, giving a small glance to the man advancing on him. “I’ve actually been active for years, I just haven’t revealed myself until now.”

The Hutt leaned back, a cold frown crawling across its face. “<And what does that mean? How would you even claim my assets?>”

“Oh, no, I meant claim them publicly.” Malov said, with a subtle nod to the guard advancing on him. “You see, ever since I sided with my captor, I’ve been slowly swiping your assets right out from under your nose.” He gestured to emphasize his point, all at once every thug in the Hutt’s inner circle drew their guns, all pointing them straight at Trubba. “A bribe here, a promise there, it didn’t take much to get them on my side. You always treated your men poorly, Hutt, a flaw that’s easily exploitable when you have no loyal companions.”

“<Traitor!>”

“Oh, nonsense, Trubba. I’ve only been using what you taught me to do. When you have the opportunity to seize power, you take it.” Malov said, taking a few menacing steps towards the Hutt, taking a hilt off of his belt. “And I can tell you that since I’ve left you, I’ve taken that advice to heart. I’ve gone far beyond simple gangster, Trubba, and now I’ve become something more.”

“<And what’s that, you peice of bantha poodo?>” Ever defiant, Trubba flapped back. “<What have you become?>”

His defiant attitude was immediatly regressed by the sound of a lightsaber igniting, a red glow now filling the room, much to Trubba’s horror.

“A conquerer.” Malov replied, bringing the saber down on Trubba’s head, ending the Hutt’s reign in one, violent swoop.

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Emperor Tyroc Cerellion

Screen Name: NeutralNexus

Character you wish to play: Emperor Tyroc Cerellion

Race: Human

Faction: Emperor of the Imperial Remnant

Background: Tyroc Cerellion was the son of a dignitary on Dathomir, who in turn was a brother of the Emperor, making Tyroc the Emperor’s nephew. As he was in such a scenario,he was brought up sheltered from society, not revealing the true state of the Empire until he was well into his adolescence. At the age of 12, he saw his first homeless man on the streets of Dathomir, alone and defenseless as people walked by unassuming. He felt pity, shame, a sad sight that only piqued the young boy’s curiosity at the true state of the imperial remnant. Even then, it did not take long to figure out that the Empire was far from its state under Emperor Palpatine hundreds of years ago.

Rather than simply accept these terms as they were given, Tyroc vowed to do what he could to help the people of the Empire. The government may not have had the reach they once did, nor did they have the resources, but Tyroc knew that in order for the Empire to regain its standing, they would have to regain their standing with the people first. Even at the young age of 14, Tyroc organized and volunteered in food drives and programs to help the sick and poor on Danthomir, as he moved through his education began to spread his influence further, he began coordinating drives to get food and supplies to people on other Empire controlled planets.

When he became of age, he enlisted in the Stormtrooper academy, making sure he started at the bottom to prevent nepotism from his lineage to affect his methods. Regardless, he became one of the Empire’s finest soldiers, within a few short years becoming highly decorated for his dedication and loyalty to defending the Empire. However, he was very vocal when it came to the well being of the Empire’s subjects on other planets, and would refuse to follow unethical orders, explaining to his men that “It was thinking like that which got the Empire into its current position.”

As he climbed the ranks to General, he made several moves to try and resolve hostilities to the Republic as olive branches in an attempt to have both governments dissolve their violent history. These were unsanctioned, and the Empire reprimanded him every time, but in Tyroc’s mind he had to try. Those attempts failed every time, with the Republic refusing to send aid or even entertain any discussion with their most hated foe.

Despite this, Tyroc brought peace and stability many times over to the people of the Empire, and became the unanimous heir to the throne when the previous emperor died. At first he was reluctant, that kind of power was too much in his eyes, he was a man of the people, wanting to protect and save from his military position. There was no denying the potential he could do as Emperor, however, so he eventually accepted.

Now his sits on the throne of the Emperor, preparing his next possible move to save his people and bring the Empire back to glory.

Character Class (choose one):
Emperor/Former General of the Imperial Army

Items: A e-11 Blaster Rifle from his Stormtrooper days, a pendant his father gave him, and all the resources of the Empire(Other items WIP)

Character Personality: Emperor Cerellion is a man of conviction and ambition, with designs to save the galaxy. Unlike most in his position, he is not a man of cruelty or malice, but compassion and duty. At his core, he is a good man, driven to help the people under his Empire as best as he can, with what he has.

Character Alignment: Light Side

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Star Wars: The Rise of the New Empire CS:

Screen Name: Abefroeman

Character you wish to play: Sergeant Ryan Story

Race: Human

Faction: Imperial Remnant

Background: Sergeant Ryan Story joined the Imperial Remnant when he was 18, fresh from school, and wanting to do anything other than be in more school. It was a big surprise to him when he joined the Imperial Remnant, finding out that aside from receiving basic military training, and his technical schooling, the Empire wanted its men and women to actively further their education, for not only the betterment of the Empire, but also as a way to rate individuals on their annual performance reports. At first, Ryan did the bare minimum, not really wanting to shine, or better yet, be noticed. He instead chose to work hard, learning what he could about Fuel Cell maintenance, coolant transfers, and whatever else peaked his interest in the fuels career field. After nearing the end of his six year enlistment, Ryan made Sergeant on his second try, and decide to re-enlist for another four years.

He grew up on Muunilinst, son to a hard working delivery service driver. An average kid who chose to get out while he could, and chose the miltiary as that means of escape. Never really knew his mother, and was an only child to his knowledge. Ryan is now 24 years old, and stationed at the remote repair and refueling station on Korriban, known as Joint Base Red Sands. Six years down, four to go if he decides to get out, or another fourteen for a full military retirement.

Character Class: Soldier - Fuels Journeyman (Could be force sensitive, who knows though...)

Items: Standard Issue E-11 Blaster Rifle, DH-17 Blaster Pistol, Standard Issue Imperial Remnant Uniforms,
to include body armor and helmet for combat situations. Nothing special.

Character Personality: Ryan is an all around average man. He doesn't see the Empire as the bad guys, but rather as a group of freedom fighters like the Confederacy of Independent Systems from history of long ago. Ryan is a happy, easy going guy, enjoying being active and full of energy, along with having the gift of gab, able to get most people to talk and warm up to him. Bit of an oddball, in that he likes to build and paint miniature ships, but aside from that, he is just an average soldier serving his Empire. But deep down, Ryan does care about the world around him, and enjoys using humor in all aspects of his life, even when it may not be appropriate.

Character Alignment: Ryan Story walks the line, perhaps balancing between both the Dark Side and the Light. He does both good things and bad.

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Sample Post:

Sergeant Story stretched out in his office chair, looking at his computer screen. He had just gotten on shift, looking over the new emails he had since received from last night until now. It was the usual mundane traffic. Fuel consumption rate projections for the next two months, a commander's call, a promotion ceremony, and the list went on. He sighed, clicking through them, making sure to save the important one, making appointment reminders in his calendar, and deleting the traffic that did not apply to him. He looked up, saying goodbye to Technical Sergeant Cas, his supervisor, and the shift that he was relieving.

"Cas, don't have too much fun tonight. I hear the sand storm is a category three. Keep your kite inside for this one." Ryan said with a smirk on his face. He had a good working relationship with his immediate boss, and enjoyed working for him. Cas chuckled, nodding his head, and replying back. "But Story, I just got that new Beletron Industries Mk IV Flyer. You sure I can't fly it? Haahaha, you take care Story, just the usual stuff. See you tomorrow." Cas was in a good mood today, which meant nothing had gone wrong, which, when did that not happen, so to speak?

Waving goodbye to Cas, Storyturned back to the computer, and began typing up the neccesary responses to the important emails. Figures that after all the talk of seeing the galaxy, you end up on some backwater planet in the middle of hicksville, but, at least it was quiet, peaceful, and allowed time to actually relax. Still, Story missed being on deployment with the main fleets, working long shifts to ensure fuel flowed to all aspects of the war effort.

Picking up his communication device, Story called up regional headquarters to inform them of a possible fuel shortage that may affect operations at Joint Base Red Sands. "As usual, the damned automated service..." Story says aloud, and then in a mocking tone, he repeats the automated voice system, "This is ILA, the Imperial Logistical Administration, Region 37, where your concerns and mission matter to us. If you know your..." He pressed the correct sequence of numbers to reach his extension, Captain Palka. The line rang a few times, before finally being picked up. "This is Captain Palka,how may I help you?"

"Captain Palka, Sergeant Story, Joint Base Red Sands, reference ID number THX-1130. Hows it going sir? I heard you made Major... congratulations, eh?"

"Sergeat Story, you always are in such a good mood. Thanks, but its going to be seven more months before I get to wear it... damn line numbers. So, what can I do for you?"

"Well, just wanted to keep you in the loop, we may go below our minimum fuel reserve levels for a week or so. I guess the contractor we are using to deliver the fuel, they are experiencing an overhaul of their ships at the moment, and will be unable to help us. So, just wanted to see what you want us to do here."

"Figures..." Palka muttered, before continuing. "We will get an expedited work order in, along with a interim contract, to make sure you guys don't fall below your minimums. Thanks for letting me know, and I will make the calls now. Take care Sergeant Story, hope to hear back from you soon. And, have a nice day. I hear Red Sands is storming tonight." And with that, the line went dead, leaving Story to resume his work, which after annotating a few items, and dispatching a fuel cart to a waiting vessel, was to sit around and enjoy some entertainment with his coworkers. This was the average day of Sergeant Ryan Story on Korriban.