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Star Wars, The Old Republic: Insurgency

I like I'm all! The picture for Traz kind of reminds me of Tycus from Star Craft 2. I'll put in the pictures in the CS later today.

Be my GM

@TwelveOf8 to quote myself, "and suddenly he had an extra limb." good Lord that has got to be the most awkward way any writer has every described a boner ever. Kind of fits though given the character. I just hope it reads as comedic for you as it has for me.

It's funny though I'm in another RP with a fairly erotic scene going on with a character very different from Gil. It's fun though, helps me practice writing from multiple perspectives.

Be my GM

The woman began to tease Gil and suddenly he had a extra limb. In he most suave seducing voice, (whitch truly wasn't either of those things) he said inching closer to her on the rug, "Ummm... Ya I can play. Depends on the game."

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

@13org sorry things have been a little crazy on my end of the world. Not to worry I'll have a IC by tomorrow. Its funny though I'm in another RP right now we're my character is in a kinda racy/erotic scene, and both are very different characters!

Star Wars, The Old Republic: Insurgency

Sounds like a plan

Star Wars, The Old Republic: Insurgency

Koda Pilsk

Age: 43

Race: Selkath

Specialty: Scout

Equipment

Fira

Blaster Carbine

Two small stun batons

Bio

Koda lived a uninspired life in Ahto city on Manaan. He lived, studied diligently as a boy, and played with his friends on the docks and market place of the city. His favorite pass time was to listen to off worlders tell stories of adventure and heroism. His favorite was of the mysterious Jedi, who served as the benevolent Judges of the galaxy. Of course he also heard stories of the Sith, both of their tyrannical evil and great power. His parents discouraged their son from filling his head of stories of battle and war. His father would often tell him, "Jedi!? Sith!? Two different words for the same thing boy! Killers. Sure they claim and promise us things like order and peace, but both won't hesitate to kill each other to achieve these things. No my son, if you need to find a real hero, you won't find it in a lightsaber, but in the hands of a healer, the mind of a doctor, or in a tank of Kolto. The real heroes in this Galaxy are those who minimize pain, not spread it. Now go play, and forget about the Sith and Jedi."

The words of his family had a profound effect on the young Selkath, and he worked hard at his studies as a young man attended a school of medicine, learning the ways of healing and medicine, not only for his species but for all those in the galaxy. As part of Koda's education, to earn a degree in medicine he had to prove his skills as a healer by volunteering at a hospital for foreign visitors. Koda spent months treating horrific injuries from soldiers from both sides of the conflict. Koda listened like he did as a boy to his charges and learned that while those on Manaan continued to live in blissful ignorance, men and women everywhere in the galaxy where suffering. And it seemed no end was in sight.

Infuriated by the futility of his efforts in a hospital that never seemed empty of new charges, and by his steadfast belief that supplying both sides with Kolto only allowed the conflict to escalate, Koda believed something had to be done. He believed the honesty and good nature from his Republic charges, and when the newest batch of his patients were ready to leave Manaan, he asked to join them. He would spend years fighting on countless worlds as a Republic army medic, patching up injured comrades and inflicting them on the Sith. His sharp intellect, skill on the battlefield, natural leadership, innovative thinking, and dedication saw him promoted through the ranks of the Republic military, and with his exemplary work in a commando unit, coupled with his commander, Vaso Joungh, letter of recommendation, Koda was promoted to captain and removed from his commando unit and staffed with the garrison on Onderon.

Surviving Soldiers

Veji'Alid

Race: Twilek
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Bio: Veji fights for the Republic to repay the price of her freedom, from being rescued from a life of slavery by outer Rim pirates. She is the youngest of the survivors having been on Onderon only two weeks as the last wave of reinforcements. I only know this because of her file, she is distant by nature and rarely talks to me or the other soldiers.

Tallo Marris

Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Bio: Tallo is a Onderon local having lived in Iziz his entire life. Originally part of a local militia, he was transferred to the Republic forces as part of an integration program to improve relations with the locals. The man is deeply patriotic and connected with the common man of Onderon. He is a loyal soldier and would never say so to my face, but i think he despises being lead by an alien.

Traz Drallourd

Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Bio: His officers complain that Traz has spent more time in the brig then on the field. Traz is of Mandalorian descent and despite being in the Republic military since he was 18, he has never advanced beyond the rank of private because of his insubordinate attitude, aggressiveness towards allies, and extensive use of adrenal stimulants. He was assigned to my personal command in hopes my patience might tame his savagery. Why does command hate me?

Liziah Addermen

Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Bio: I have received Liziah or "Liz" as part of me repaying a favor to an old friend who works as a parole officer on Corasant. Apparently she choose military service instead of prison. I wish i knew her crimes but they say "classified" in her case file. And since I know the parole board uses REDACTED for information that needs to be hid I believe she hacked the file. Damn, if I didn't need every able body in the field she'd find herself in the Brig!

Halon Torrd

Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Bio: A moisture farmer from Tatooine who dreams of greatness. Have you ever heard of anything more boring? There's no way anyone can make a story out of that.

Sal Heckmere

Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age:35
Bio: The highest ranking soldier under my command. The man seems very experienced. He is willing to offer advice and seems friendly enough. Yet he has asked my not to look at his file or ask about his robotic arm and eye. Fine by me, it seems I have to earn that story.

By the way these profiles are as a dossier file my character is building on his troops and are left purposely vague to show my character not nowing everything about them and to give you guys some free range in helping flesh them out. If you want me to provide images I can hunt some down if given time.

Star Wars, The Old Republic: Insurgency

I like how you did the first post like the opening crawl.
@Arthanus

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

Finally! Its time for party!
Don't worry Stefano, she'll be already there, she hasn't forgotten you

ITs 2:00 AM here, and I'm very tired, so ill write my post tomorrow, promise haha

@13org

I've actually been curious about that what time zones is everyone on? As of writing its 11:18 here.

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

@Arthanus Plugging away one day at a time! Life's not bad just busy, plus I got Mass Effect Andromeda, that's been eating most of my free time. What about you boss how's things?

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

Stefano was watching Silas closely, summing up the man behind the budding legend, and noticed the shock... no pain, in the mention of his last name. It passed swiftly, so quick that the careless watcher would have missed it. "Curious..." Stefano thought as Silas started giving orders. Realizing he had his own accounts to settle, he took his leave of Silas and Lala, saying to the latter, "I must take my leave for now My brave heroine, but don't forget I still owe you my life. Perhaps I can repay a bit of that at our celebration." and with that he whistled for his hounds, lifted his hand for Drusilla and set off towards the wounded.

On the way he passed the battlefield and the heaped forms of dead orcs. He smiled and looked to his entourage, "You've hunted well for me!
And as I have had my fill of the hunt for now. Go my darlings, enjoy the fruit of your labor!" he said throwing his arm signaling the animals had free range to feed on the dead orcs. The dogs and Drusilla took off with haste as Stefano continued on his path chuckling to himself.

He reached the wounded and started to searching among their ranks for two members in particular. He found the least desirable mark first. The ox of a man was huffing deep breaths trying to control his pain. The battle hadn't gone in his favor, as his face and nose looked smashed from a mailed orc fist, and worst yet was his arm missing from the elbow. Stefano however couldn't care less. He wasn't here for revenge, just his lute and wine.

"The paint was unnecessary. You already burned 8 months of artistic work. Did you really have to waste my means of making more?" the man shrugged indifferently. "I was drunk. And pissed." Stefano returned in a cool tone,"I was drunk last night too. And now..." he raised his arqubus and pointed the gun at the large man's chest, "I'm pissed."

The man didn't look up and said with disinterest, "I'm alive and tired. Fine you want your shit right? Your wine around my shoulder. Your funny instrument is in my knapsack. Be a dear and give me a hand with them." he shacked his stump and smiled a pessimist smile. He sighed deeply, "I've seen to have lost mine."

Stefano retook his possessions and asked the man indignantly, "Good Lord man! Do you even play the lute?" the man slumped foreword, "No. I figured I could sell it. Or burn it. I bet it makes some cool sounds while on fire. We even now?" Stefano considered this a moment. He looked around to see if anyone was nearby. He remembered the hours he spent on the tree tops on his favorite water color as he slammed the butt of his gun against the man's bruised head. "Ya. Were even." he didn't hear this of course as the blow had nocked him unconscious. Okay maybe he was here for a little revenge.

Stefano continued to search the camp for his second quarry. He found him in a posture of peace. The other soldiers said he was loopy and confused. They left the young farm boy to look for the other wounded, and while they were gone he must have slipt into sleep, one he would never awake from. Stefano regarded the youth in silent sadness. So young for luck to fail him. When Stefano made the bet with the boy he fully expected to be shacking his hand at the end of the battle as they dug up their gold together. Stefano sighed as he took his leave of the corpse. He didn't even know the boys name. He went to have his cheek stitched, the medic worried it would scar his otherwise handsome face, and he took his leave of the wounded.

Stefano walked to were he and farm boy had buried their coin purses and set to digging. He considered leaving the money were it was but he felt... The boy fully intended to honor the bet. No matter how it turned out.

Later

Stefano listened to Silas and Dixon's offer with only have an ear. He was instead studying those assembled as if they were his mark studying their reactions and mannerisms. Stefano considered himself a predator. It was rare that he was in the presence of others of his kind.

He filed away from the group towords a crowd of drinking soldiers. "A group like that? With them I doubt the hunt will ever get stale." he quietly mused. He made a detour to his tent to stow a sleeping Drusilla. He ordered Incitatus to guard his possessions while he allowed the blood hounds to accompany him to the party. Inciatius whined at being left behind, so Stefano shouted behind his back, "Oh don't pout! It'll be their turn next time."

As he entered the crowd of drinking soldiers he could feel the sour mood. "This isn't right. Soldiers have no time for funerals. Just the wakes." he thought to himself. And so he drew his lute and played and sang a simple drinking song as old as time.

In heaven there is no beer,

that's why we drink it here,

and when we are gone from here,

our friends will be drinking all our beer!"

Once he got everyone's attention he addressed the crowd, "Come now friends! The time for mourning in sorrow has past! Now we must honor our comrades with joy! The joy and merrymet they felt in life! The joy and freedom they fought to protect! I bet you sing, dance, drink and be merry! For the unlucky may be without these pleasures tommarow! And for the love of Ristoth,
someone hand me a beer!" a soldier was kind enough to oblige him, And in a great of pure showmanship he tried to chug the whole tankard, got halfway threw before spluttering for breath. The crowd laughed with Stefano, though some walked off in indignant disgust. Stefano didn't care. He couldn't force men and women to have a good time. Merely provide the tools he stuck up the lute and had the beginning of a drunken chorus joining in.

In heaven there is no beer,

that's why we drink it here,

and when we are gone from here,

our friends will be drinking all our beer!"

As soon as the crowd was good and loose, and inhabitants cast aside, he switched to more rhythmic folk music to promote dancing. It was an old country harvest festival piece, he trusted the soldier's would be familiar with.