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Dungeons and (Krayt) Dragons, Star Wars: The Price of Freedom

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Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

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Dungeons and (Krayt) Dragons, Star Wars: The Price of Freedom

I'm so excited! I can't wait to see how the characters will interact with each other.

Dungeons and (Krayt) Dragons, Star Wars: The Price of Freedom

Shai Rivelia

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Profile

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Name: Shai Rivelia (Shairi'velia in Ryl)
Race: Twi'lek
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Character Type: Force-trained

Appearance: As a female rutian Twi'lek, Shai has dark blue skin and a face that would be considered pretty by most species' standards. She has high cheekbones and full lips as well as a small pointed chin and ear cones that are present in most female twi'lek. The one variation in her face is her amber eyes, signifying her connection to the dark side of the force. Her lekku are highly tattooed with Sith Empire iconography in black ink, although some of it seems to be altered. Shai usually wraps her lekku with cloth to hide the tattoos to avoid unwanted attention they might bring. Around her forehead she sports a plain leather circlet that has a single white gem inlaid on the front.

Shai's typical outfit is a tattered earth-toned tunic that ends about mid thigh to form a small skirt. Around her stomach she wears a leather wrap to offer some basic protection from the elements. She has a brown cloth garment hand-sown on to the top of her tunic to act as a hood and a shawl. Shai prefers to wear functional boots and it shows on her personal pair, they are heavily worn and have had the symbols and serial numbers scratched off.

Her body itself is athletic in its build and fairly average in height at 5'7" (or 170 cm). Shai obviously takes good care of her body or has been forced to through her line of work. Her body is wrapped in well-earned muscle and marked by a few intermittent scars on her torso and shoulders. Shairi'velia's chest is fairly average sized, but she finds revealing clothes to be too frivolous for her tastes. Overall she takes the appearance of a wanderer, but her ragged clothes belie a warrior's body.

Shai carries with her an air of weight, like she's carrying something heavy with her. The aura of battle is still with her, you can see it in her grim expression and the smouldering of her eyes. You can see it in the tenseness of her grip, and in each step. If one is sensitive in the force, one can feel the echoes of conflict from the past in her spirit and one can sense a turmoil in her soul. In a word, she appears troubled.

Personality: Shai is a quiet, determined soul. She prefers to let her actions speak for her, and hates losing. She values strength and martial prowess above all, although she recognises that strength can come in many different forms. She despises senseless violence, but finds herself at peace in the middle of battle (although she hates to admit it). She takes great pride in her abilities but at the same time she is weighed down by guilt because of the things she has used her abilities for. Shai was formerly idealistic and to some extent she still is, but the events of the past few years have caused her formerly idealistic spirit and resolute will to be broken.

In everyday life she is thoughtful and often falls into introspection, however there is nothing quite so cutting as the recollection of a guilty mind and so she can hesitate or suffer breakdowns on occasion. In battle, on the other hand, she finds her mind clear and free of the burdens she carries, so allowing her to be decisive and to act without hesitation. Within battle and without she is brave and courageous and is more than willing to die for a cause she believes or a person she cares about. She is the first to volunteer to do a dangerous task, regardless of whether or not she is the best person for the job. Shai also enjoys helping people to some extent but doesn't like too much charity as she feels as though it's robbing someone of the chance to overcome adversity and become stronger. It's slightly embarrassing to her but she enjoys sparring with other people as she feels it gives a window into other people's personalities.

Shai sees herself as a warrior first and foremost. She does not speak Ryl fluently, and doesn't know what her name means in her species' native tongue. She has never been to Ryloth and has no attachment to other Twi'lek.

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Capabilities

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Stats

Fitness: 6/10 - Strong in body, from years of training
Power: 8/10 - Warrior's skills, honed to lethality
Coordination: 6/10 - Fast enough to run from her past
Acumen: 3/10 - If it doesn't have to do with war, she doesn't know it
Personality: 2/10 - A broken spirit leads nothing
Force: 6/10 - Nothing special as far as Sith go
Vitality: 20
Carrying Capacity: 110 lbs

Skills
Awareness: 0/5
Computer Use: 0/5
Demolitions: 0/5
Persuade: 1/5
Repair: 0/5
Security: 3/5
Stealth: 1/5
Treat Injury: 1/5

Racial Trait: Seductive: You are considered attractive by most other species, giving you an attraction advantage on Persuade checks regardless of race. On the downside, your sensitive lekku is one more weak spot that other species don't have. As a result, you're more vulnerable to critical hits, and suffer from natural rolls of 19-20 (instead of just 20).

Background Trait: The Force Shall Free Me: Whenever you succeed on a roll, you earn a +1 trait bonus to your next roll of any non-combat related check. However, your broken spirit makes you submit in the face of defeat. If you fail on a roll, you suffer a -1 trait bonus to your next roll of any non-combat related check.

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Miscellaneous

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Inventory:
Broken Lightsaber: The bisected remains of her saber. The outside casing is black with green symbols etched all along the length.
Tunic: The aforementioned tunic she wears. (3 lbs with leather circlet and wrap)
Other: This fits her overall theme well

Dungeons and (Krayt) Dragons, Star Wars: The Price of Freedom

I'm working on a force user! She's about 1/3rd done atm.

Dungeons and (Krayt) Dragons, Star Wars: The Price of Freedom

Aye aye! My CS will hopefully be up by tomorrow.

Dungeons and (Krayt) Dragons, Star Wars: The Price of Freedom

Hey! I'm a little late in finding this but I have been fiending for a great Star Wars RP for a while now, so I'm honourbound to ask for entry!

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

Thanks!

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

All things considered, exile wasn't that bad. Physically at least, mentally and spiritually it was another story. Sure the air here was hot and stale but it certainly beats the poisonous wastelands of Armageddon. The food was not that great either but battlefield rations were worse. The shame was the worst part of this whole experience by far. Guilt weighed down Octavia Westerlund's soul. She had been a faithful servant of the Emperor and His holy Imperium her whole adult life and yet she had ended up here. Why? She was spared death which must mean her life's duty was yet to be completed. He-Who-Watches-From-Holy-Terra must still have plans for the veteran guardswoman. She knew that. You can't change fate and her fate was in the Emperor's hands, no point in brooding over it. Yet she still was haunted by the past few months. At night she saw her former comrade's faces, crushed by rubble or scorched by the blast. It made sleeping difficult, impossible at times. Her only solace came from the thought of redemption. It was the one thought that kept her driving forward on this miserable rock. She had faith, faith that the Emperor wouldn't have her die on this rock. She had survived much worse.

Octavia looked around the canteen. To her right there was a bearded man who looked like he had served in the Imperium. Perhaps he had been a guardsman like her? People who served the Emperor always had a certain look in their eyes, it was unmistakable. Further still to the right there was a clearly disturbed inmate who was gesturing wildly and cackling like a madman. Hearing his laugh made her scars itch. She swirled her spoon in the gruel and rubbed her hand over one of the many scars on the right side of her face. It was an idle habit she had developed recently. Octavia spooned some nutri-paste into her mouth and looked at the guards up on the walkways. Half of them probably hadn't seen real action- Something caught her eye and broke her train of thought. A Captain of the Guard, it had to be. No one else would have a power weapon, save for maybe the Warden.

Octavia eyed him with curiosity and a little bit of hope, hope that he was going to raise a penal legion and give her a second chance. She swallowed another spoonful of paste and watched him look over the room. There were others with the Captain, no doubt aides or representatives from the colony. The ex-guardswoman searched the mess hall for the reactions of the other prisoners. Some seemed indifferent, resigned to their fate. Others frantically waved and jeered. To get his attention? To mock him? She couldn't say, the other prisoners were a bit of a mystery to her. Socialising wasn't exactly a strong point for her, even if she could still speak. The only meaningful interaction she had with another prisoner was beating her cellmate for thinking she was an easy mark for rape. No one had bothered her since.

She blinked out of her reflection and peered around the room again, at the mass of nearly identically dressed inmates. Flicking her eyes back to the Captain, Octavia wondered if they were to become comrades-in-arms. Could she handle it?

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

I should have a post up today or tomorrow :D