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This looks interesting. Ill just put in a CS if thats ok.

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Verena Ellmenreich

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A series of explosion rocked the ship, as she moved her hands in front of her, examining the new colors she now wore. Different colors, same suit, she thought. Her grin grew slightly wider as the comms blared to life, barking orders for them to get off now.

"Immer im Einsatz.." She spoke to herself, before responding. "Affirmative!"

Verena boarded her TSF, looking over the familiar controls as she readied herself for launch. For a moment panic gripped her, the feeling of claustrophobia, the feeling that she was stepping into a coffin, growing intense.

"Nngh.. hmmgfh.." The moment passed quickly, as she breathed slowly, eyes closed to control herself. "Wolf 9, launching off!"

Once more, into the fray, piloting a 1st generation TSF. There was a time when she would have protested, asking for better TSF, one that wasn't as outdated. But now, like the fortified suit she used to be rather embarrassed to wear, Verena couldn't bring herself to care anymore. She was envious of those who were in the cutting edge machines, but still, it was just the way things goes. Normal recruits like her gets shoved onto the cheapest stuff to be the cannon fodder.

Up ahead one of the flying TSF exploded, spraying debris all over her TSF's hull, and bringing her out of her reverie.

"Ah, jeez!" Her heart felt like it was gripped by an icy claw as she brought her machine lower, heading towards whatever beachhead they were heading to.

No, 'hell' would be more apt considering what awaits them.

Dead

Franceska Havale

Name - Franceska Havale

Species - Human

Sex - Female

Age - 19

Faction - Dark Jedi, Okussus

Rank - Former Padawan

Appearance - She stands at about 170cm tall, weighting in at about 70kg, with a well toned body from her rigorous life. Still has the braid from her Padawan days.

Apparel - Old robes, well worn and torn here and there. She cannot afford armor considering how she has been living before she joined up with Okussus, and is too proud to actually ask for one.

Lightsaber(s) - Green lightsaber, one made when she was still in the Jedi order. Red lightsaber, one she made after she left the Jedi order. She modified them both to have a socket and a spike on the hilt. The spike can be inserted into the other lightsaber's socket to form a saberstaff, which is the default configuration she usually leaves them in.

Equipment - Two blaster pistols, both different considering she swiped them off two different people. Shaped charges, stored on her wrists. A few mines and grenades left over from her line of work before.

Force Powers - All the basic Jedi abilities. Still not that well mastered.

Known Lightsaber Forms - Most proficient in the Ataru and Shii-Cho form, has some knowledge of Soresu, and knows only the basics of the other forms.

Skills - She has exceptional skill and intuition when it comes to surviving, and thinking on her feet. Also very strong in the force, but still unable to control it well when it comes to channeling more advanced force abilities. Has a reasonable grip on moving things around, but trying it on anything larger than an astromech and she would start to have trouble concentrating on not accidentally crushing it. Could use many weapons and gears well, though not as well as one specializing in them.

Flaws - As mentioned, she was strong in the force, but hardly skilled in using them, even the basic ones. Trying to force push just one object was hard for her, much less trying to control how strong the push was. Trying to move larger object without heavy concentration tended to just crush it instead of moving it. While she was healthy and fit like most in her profession, prolonged infantry combat wasn't her strong suit.

Personality - Contrary to how most Jedi would view fallen Jedi as, she wasn't at all that beligerent, impulsive or headstrong. Instead Franceska was meek, quiet, and tended to be submissive at times. Until doing so wasn't beneficial to her that was. Then she would mostly be quiet. Tended to follow her goals with dogged determination when it suits her, and retreating just as quickly when situations didn't favour her. While she wasn't averse to working with people, she tended to shy away from company when not needed, unable to really handle interactions with people for long.

Backstory - She was picked up very young as an orphan, stealing whatever she could from some backwater city. Franceska had been using her gift unconsciously back then, sensing the right time to swipe something, then feeling the right way to escape with any stolen goods. Unfortunately she had used that gift to steal from a Jedi Master, and was promptly caught after all her best tricks was easily bested.

Trained as a Jedi for a while, she could not but help feel she was being held back for some reason after she became a Padawan to that very same Jedi Master that caught her. That, and there was the allure of being free and unbound by any rules or stuffy old men with their dumb worldview. Unsurprisingly, she sneaked out one day and simply left the Jedi order. Unfortunately, she didn't manage to actually become the amazing person she imagined she would be, instead becoming a sort of a hired gun, though she mostly stole whenever she could. Being what she was, she didn't use her abilities nor her lightsabers much, still fearing that her master would somehow find her and punish her if she did.

Whether through bad luck or lack of a reputation, she did not land any big jobs, so she didn't earn much. Perhaps enough to get by, but never enough that Franceska felt she was doing well. Once she heard about the cult however, she went out to join it immediately, feeling it might be the key to unlock her true potential. And her decision was most certainly not influenced by the massive amounts of credits it seemed to have.

Dead

Franceska Havale

Name - Franceska Havale

Species - Human

Sex - Female

Age - 19

Faction - Dark Jedi, Okussus

Rank - Former Padawan

Appearance - She stands at about 170cm tall, weighting in at about 70kg, with a well toned body from her rigorous life. Still has the braid from her Padawan days.

Apparel - Old robes, well worn and torn here and there. She cannot afford armor considering how she has been living before she joined up with Okussus, and is too proud to actually ask for one.

Lightsaber(s) - Green lightsaber, one made when she was still in the Jedi order. Red lightsaber, one she made after she left the Jedi order. She modified them both to have a socket and a spike on the hilt. The spike can be inserted into the other lightsaber's socket to form a saberstaff, which is the default configuration she usually leaves them in.

Equipment - Two blaster pistols, both different considering she swiped them off two different people. Shaped charges, stored on her wrists. A few mines and grenades left over from her line of work before.

Force Powers - All the basic Jedi abilities. Still not that well mastered.

Known Lightsaber Forms - Most proficient in the Ataru and Shii-Cho form, has some knowledge of Soresu, and knows only the basics of the other forms.

Skills - She has exceptional skill and intuition when it comes to surviving, and thinking on her feet. Also very strong in the force, but still unable to control it well when it comes to channeling more advanced force abilities. Has a reasonable grip on moving things around, but trying it on anything larger than an astromech and she would start to have trouble concentrating on not accidentally crushing it. Could use many weapons and gears well, though not as well as one specializing in them.

Flaws - As mentioned, she was strong in the force, but hardly skilled in using them, even the basic ones. Trying to force push just one object was hard for her, much less trying to control how strong the push was. Trying to move larger object without heavy concentration tended to just crush it instead of moving it. While she was healthy and fit like most in her profession, prolonged infantry combat wasn't her strong suit.

Personality - Contrary to how most Jedi would view fallen Jedi as, she wasn't at all that beligerent, impulsive or headstrong. Instead Franceska was meek, quiet, and tended to be submissive at times. Until doing so wasn't beneficial to her that was. Then she would mostly be quiet. Tended to follow her goals with dogged determination when it suits her, and retreating just as quickly when situations didn't favour her. While she wasn't averse to working with people, she tended to shy away from company when not needed, unable to really handle interactions with people for long.

Backstory - She was picked up very young as an orphan, stealing whatever she could from some backwater city. Franceska had been using her gift unconsciously back then, sensing the right time to swipe something, then feeling the right way to escape with any stolen goods. Unfortunately she had used that gift to steal from a Jedi Master, and was promptly caught after all her best tricks was easily bested.

Trained as a Jedi for a while, she could not but help feel she was being held back for some reason after she became a Padawan to that very same Jedi Master that caught her. That, and there was the allure of being free and unbound by any rules or stuffy old men with their dumb worldview. Unsurprisingly, she sneaked out one day and simply left the Jedi order. Unfortunately, she didn't manage to actually become the amazing person she imagined she would be, instead becoming a sort of a hired gun, though she mostly stole whenever she could. Being what she was, she didn't use her abilities nor her lightsabers much, still fearing that her master would somehow find her and punish her if she did.

Whether through bad luck or lack of a reputation, she did not land any big jobs, so she didn't earn much. Perhaps enough to get by, but never enough that Franceska felt she was doing well. Once she heard about the cult however, she went out to join it immediately, feeling it might be the key to unlock her true potential. And her decision was most certainly not influenced by the massive amounts of credits it seemed to have.

Apocalypse

welp, tiem to wait some more for people to post then ;w;

Star Wars: The Rise of Okussus

Definitely interested

Apocalypse

Gretchen Vradiskii Ufain
Downtown, Capitol City

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"Demon sealing circle!"

Unfettered, unhindered, with not even one of the stronger demons coming to disrupt her chant, her ritual completed itself, as she opened her eyes, feet now firmly on the ground. Entire sections of the downtown area suddenly cleared of any fog, and of any demons, as the ritual of purification erected a barrier, utilizing all the talismans she had thrown down on the way here. Not even the stronger demons could withstand the barrier for long, as it was not a mere instant barrier, flimsy in its construction, but a proper barrier erected through her ritual.

With a large swathe of the downtown area purified and the demons within burning while they disintegrated into nothing, all she had to do now was extend the barrier to encompass the entire downtown area and mop up the rest. Even those flying demons that did not fly high enough was burning away above it.

After that, the ring leader, Gretchen thought as she cast her eyes upward.

Well, if the ring leader was lax enough to ignore her while she worked, perhaps this would be easier than she thought. Sighing as she thought of all the walking she needed to do, Gretchen made her way into the small unpurified chunk of downtown still left.

Apocalypse

@Balthazar007 im still waiting for anyone else to post tbh ;w;

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Verena Ellmenreich

Name: Verena Ellmenreich / Age: 20

Height:168cm(5'6") / Weight: 65kg(143.3lbs) / Gender: Female

Nationality: German

Branch of Service: West German Tactical Armored Force.

Rank: 2nd Lieutenant

Experience: Recruit

TSF: F-5G Tornado

TSF Loadout: 2x WS-16 Assault Cannon, 2x Daggers, plus any extra equipment that the mission might need.

TSF Role: Interchangeable, she performs well in any of them, though perhaps not as well as one specialized in one role.

Personality: Laid back most of the time, she tends to have a darker outlook on things as well as a noncommittal attitude. A trait carried over to even her piloting skills and combat, as she has no clear preference for close range or long range, support or offense, or even the type of equipment she uses. What was clear however, was that she was proficient in using any of them in any role. Of course, she did not have experience in most other TSFs, but with the required training it wasn't that hard to imagine her being able to pilot most anything well.

That was not to say she didn't have any outstanding traits in her personality however; she tended to be observant of events, if not social cues, as well as being quick on her feet in making spontaneous decisions. Has a notable quirk of not actually reading the mood for anything, as well as being rather blunt at times. Combined with her naturally mouthy character, with a tendency to spout out anything on her mind, it was to be expected she tended to come of as abrasive to some people.

History: The general public rarely ever knew much about the Beta, what they were, or even how they looked like. They couldn't know, they shouldn't know. While she and a group of recruits knew how they looked like, none of them had any real experience actually fighting one in a combat situation. Thus they were sent on a culling operation that was deemed suitable for their experience, with low numbers of small Betas to be expected. What they found was a much larger force meeting it, with barely any experienced pilots or suitable heavy weapons for the larger Betas. Verena was the sole survivor, by virtue of being the one furthest from the group. She did not escape unscathed however, for she was hospitalized for a few months after.

Those who remembered her before would often remark she had changed much after, leading to her current personality, whereas she used to be bright eyed and hopeful, just one of those bright young people with fire in their heart and a genuine desire to make the world better. One who sees taking back her homeland from the Beta as their own quest, and who now looks upon that impossible dream wryly. What use would a Beta infested chunk of land be for her? She could live anywhere she want to after all.

Verena was not one with a remarkable background, being born to a relatively normal family, with barely anything noticeable save for her high marks on tests. While one could say her family's retreat over the years as the Beta pushed them away from their homeland was interesting, there were many other refugee families with stories similar to them. Beyond that one skirmish, most of her military career has been training and combat exercises, and barely anything else. It made her survival of that skirmish seem all the more miraculous, considering she survived until the more experienced veterans came in to pull her out.

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ill start working on mine. gotta find a pic first.