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Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld

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Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld

While I'm not a huge SW fan, I am so in love with this aesthetic, which satisfies my love of the dystopian society and a cyberpunk atmosphere. I still need to submit my actual character for approval, but I think they will fit in nicely...

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I am aiming for something that’s more gritty cyberpunk influenced than anything. Welcome aboard

Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld

CORUSCANT: UNDERWORLD

It has been fifteen years since the rise of the evil GALACTIC EMPIRE. The galaxy lays within its crushing fist with no opposition.

The capital world of CORUSCANT is the center of the galaxy, the wealthy and powerful thriving on the surface. 2000 levels from the planet core, below the surface is the UNDERCITY. An anarchy filled place of crime and violence.

As the Imperials rule, the people suffer. Those unlucky enough to find themselves in in the underworld must fight every single day to survive....

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OOC | Discord link

The Undercity is a crime-ridden place, a far cry from its dazzling surface. It is a place where one can get lost, becoming another seedy face in the crowd. Illegal merchandise of all kinds can be found within it. Gangs fight over the streets, the promise of riches and a getaway from their miserable lives is too much for many. The massive ventilation shaft is the sole entrance to the level, located in the northern most part of the undercity.

The police force is underfunded and rift with corruption. The Empire has no true presence down here, though if one is to believe the rumors their eyes are never far from it. The undercity is enormous in its scale, it is recommended to stay within its walls. It is the only lighted area on the entire level, massive fans keeping the air breathable. Criminals fill the streets, though good people do live there too. Many have just been thrust into a terrible situation by more terrible consequences. Bounty hunters, smugglers, mercenaries and assassins are a common sight, there is money to made by shaking the right hands. Life can be made for those that wish to make it.

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This is a reboot of one of my roleplayers from several years ago with some updates and changes. Any returning players are more than welcome, as well as any and all newcomers! I intend for this to be the sort of RP which never closes its applications. There's room for many people in it. My only requirements are that you are eager to write, open to collaborating with others and interested in building a vibrant, enthralling story with me!

• The usual rules that everyone knows apply here.
• This RP is character driven with an emphasis on freedom for characters to forge their own path in the underworld. There will be a central plot driving the main story forward but there is plenty of room to create other intriguing, intertwining storylines.
• This is intended to be mature RP. Swearing, violence, gore and the likes are to be expected. This is the dark side (no pun intended) of Star Wars. The scummiest part of the galaxy is the focus here.
• There will be a lot of cyberpunk influence in the RP.
• There will (probably) not be Jedi or Sith running around. I may allow Jedi (or general force users) to be in the RP, but I would have to be convinced. The extinguished Jedi Order will be mentioned though, not often in a positive light.
• No limit to the amount of characters you can make. Just make sure you can handle having multiple if you go that route.

Character Sheet

My Hider

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[h3]Name here[/h3][/center]

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[b]Species[/b] -

[b]Gender[/b] -

[b]Age[/b] -

[b]Occupation[/b] -

[b]Apparel[/b] -

[b]Weapons[/b] -

[b]Equipment[/b] -

[b]Skills[/b] -

[b]Flaws[/b] -

[b]Personality[/b] -

[b]Goals[/b] -

[b]Backstory[/b] -

So, anyone interested?

Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld

CORUSCANT: UNDERWORLD

It has been fifteen years since the rise of the evil GALACTIC EMPIRE. The galaxy lays within its crushing fist with no opposition.

The capital world of CORUSCANT is the center of the galaxy, the wealthy and powerful thriving on the surface. 2000 levels from the planet core, below the surface is the UNDERCITY. An anarchy filled place of crime and violence.

As the Imperials rule, the people suffer. Those unlucky enough to find themselves in in the underworld must fight every single day to survive....

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OOC | Discord link

The Undercity is a crime-ridden place, a far cry from its dazzling surface. It is a place where one can get lost, becoming another seedy face in the crowd. Illegal merchandise of all kinds can be found within it. Gangs fight over the streets, the promise of riches and a getaway from their miserable lives is too much for many. The massive ventilation shaft is the sole entrance to the level, located in the northern most part of the undercity.

The police force is underfunded and rift with corruption. The Empire has no true presence down here, though if one is to believe the rumors their eyes are never far from it. The undercity is enormous in its scale, it is recommended to stay within its walls. It is the only lighted area on the entire level, massive fans keeping the air breathable. Criminals fill the streets, though good people do live there too. Many have just been thrust into a terrible situation by more terrible consequences. Bounty hunters, smugglers, mercenaries and assassins are a common sight, there is money to made by shaking the right hands. Life can be made for those that wish to make it.

---

This is a reboot of one of my roleplayers from several years ago with some updates and changes. Any returning players are more than welcome, as well as any and all newcomers! I intend for this to be the sort of RP which never closes its applications. There's room for many people in it. My only requirements are that you are eager to write, open to collaborating with others and interested in building a vibrant, enthralling story with me!

• The usual rules that everyone knows apply here.
• This RP is character driven with an emphasis on freedom for characters to forge their own path in the underworld. There will be a central plot driving the main story forward but there is plenty of room to create other intriguing, intertwining storylines.
• This is intended to be mature RP. Swearing, violence, gore and the likes are to be expected. This is the dark side (no pun intended) of Star Wars. The scummiest part of the galaxy is the focus here.
• There will be a lot of cyberpunk influence in the RP.
• There will (probably) not be Jedi or Sith running around. I may allow Jedi (or general force users) to be in the RP, but I would have to be convinced. The extinguished Jedi Order will be mentioned though, not often in a positive light.
• No limit to the amount of characters you can make. Just make sure you can handle having multiple if you go that route.

Character Sheet

My Hider

[center][img][/img][/center]
[h3]Name here[/h3]

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[b]Species[/b] -

[b]Gender[/b] -

[b]Age[/b] -

[b]Occupation[/b] -

[b]Apparel[/b] -

[b]Weapons[/b] -

[b]Equipment[/b] -

[b]Skills[/b] -

[b]Flaws[/b] -

[b]Personality[/b] -

[b]Goals[/b] -

[b]Backstory[/b] -

So, anyone interested?

[Ryloth, 6 ATC 6] A Long Year Amongst the Twi'Leks

Week 6, Day 6, Dusk

With the arrival of the two Jedi that morning, Sar had found the time to venture out into the tunnels with patrols and see the damage with his own eyes. They were trying to prevent the tunnels from collapsing in, thus cutting off any route in or out of the caverns. The underground tunnels were both a blessing and a curse; they had protected the majority of Twi’leks during the mortar bombing, yet should the colony become trapped due to tunnel collapse, there was very little in the way of food and water underground.

The Twi’lek man sent patrols in every direction, scouting outside for the enemy, and gathering more food despite the numerous rations the two new Jedi had brought with them. You could never have too much supplies, especially when fighting an enemy that seemed to always be one step ahead. The slavers had never been ones to use heavy weapons against his people, much less mortars that could be fired at from a long distance. Someone had to be backing them; Sar didn’t want to think about it.

His feet led him through one of the most secure and safest tunnels, one of three that remained after the collapse. With a squad of five men behind him, Sar led the way to the surface to scout for anything suspicious above. The last thing they needed was another surprise attack on their colony.

The sounds of Jer’s roaring speeder bike echoed through the hallowed out caverns as he zoomed down the tunnel. He’d ventured into the cave systems before, though never that deep. He’d heard what sounded like explosions earlier but he wasn’t sure if it was simple boulders falling from the canyons or something natural. Now after his encounter with the five slavers he realized it was likely a bombardment of some sort. The retired mercenary’s choice of dwelling had saved him and his family from that danger. He planned to return to them after surveying the scene on the rest of the planet, if it was rift with Zygerrians then he’d venture back to his ship and leave the planet. Though he did not want to have to do that.

The heavily armed twi’lek pushed harder on the throttle. He was making a racket as he rocketed through the tunnel, not even sure which way he was going. He only knew that one of the largest cities was in that direction that he was headed. His foot began to depress the break as he took in the sight of several figures in the distance. They were headed in his direction, towards the surface as he drew closer to the group. They were his own people, other Twi’leks and armed with blasters. A far more welcome sight than slaver scum, though he doubted that they even knew of the intricate tunnel systems of his homeworld. Not wanting to appear as a threat he brought his ride to a total stop, then spoke out as they drew even closer.

“Greetings, I’m relieved that you’re not more of those Zygerrian sleazebags.”

Sar and the group stopped momentarily as the sounds of the speeder grew exponentially closer all of a sudden.

As the speeder stopped in front of them, Sar and his men stepped closer to see exactly who it was. A Twi’lek no doubt, but where had he come from?

“No, we are not… I’m Sar Tarkona,” Sar began, walking closer to the new Twi’lek while the rest of his men stayed back and ready, just in case. “These Zygerrians… did you see them near the tunnels?” he then asked, figuring the first order of business would be if there was to be another impending attack, and if there were Zygerrians scouting out their position within the tunnels.

“No, I did not encounter any outside or in the tunnels. Five of them approached my home earlier and I had to kill them. My name is Jer Vusid, I was hoping that I would find more of our people in the tunnels.” He replied, leaving out any mention of his family for now. He hoped that he’d be able to communicate with them once he got to wherever these other twi’leks had been holding up.

“I thought I heard explosions before, I’ve encountered slavers before but I can’t recall any using heavy bombardment.” He added.

“Their attack hit us hard-” Sar said, taking in Jer’s words of the five slavers he had encountered before. The other Twi’leks name hit him after a few moments as his mind caught up with their conversation. Jer Vusid, a Twi’lek mercenary who was known to fight alongside the Empire; the Sith. The exact reason his people were in this situation today.

The grip on the blaster in his hands tightened ever so slightly as he looked Jer up and down, a slight frown on his face. He couldn’t simply let this man come back to the colony, back to Lo and Dominik who was in no position to defend himself. This man fought with the Empire, thus siding with the Sith; that meant fighting and maybe even killing Jedi.

“Tell me Jer, who’s side are you on now?” he muttered, eyes watching the man closely after Sar asked his question.

“I see you recognize my name, it appears my exploits made it back to my homeworld even if I haven’t stepped foot on Ryloth in decades,” Jer replied, a slight smirk slipping onto his face. He could notice the other twi’lek who was speaking to him tense up. His long years as a mercenary had that effect on people who knew of him, particularly his work for the Sith. “I’m retired. I put down my blaster a few years ago, came back here with my family to spend my retirement in peace.”

“The blasted slavers interrupted that and forced me to fight again. I take it you’re part of the resistance movement, I can help, Sar. I’m still a sharp shot with my blaster, I’d wager the most accurate on the world and I have offworld connections who could bring in resources, weaponry and medical supplies.” He stated, as he laid out his case. Jer did not intend to be pulled fully into the conflict but he needed to protect his family. The Zygerrians would only leave if they were met with a firm, overwhelming resistance.

“There are Jedi here, working with us, Jer. They’re the reason our people have survived this war, they’re the reason we weren’t all killed during the bombing. If you are willing to come back and work for the betterment of our people and your family, you must also be willing to work with the Jedi.” Sar explained, standing his ground as he explained the situation.

He knew some of his people, very few in fact, still didn’t believe in the efforts of the Jedi. They think the village is being used, that all of them were a means to an end until the Jedi saw it fit to flee. But Ser believed differently.

“If you can agree with that, then you’re welcome to come with us, and your family is welcome as well.”

“I have no issue with Jedi. I faced down a few on the battlefield during my days in the war, they’re a fierce opponent. I hold no grudge against them.” He stated calmly, as he assured Sar there would be no issue.

“I will have to see how things are at your settlement before moving my family there. I do not want anything to happen to them if there is another bombardment or attack.” The former mercenary added as his thoughts shifted back to his wife and son. They were safe taking refuge inside of his ship.

"We can escort you back to the village then." Sar offered, though cautiously. The Twi'lek leader was wary in bringing others into the camp that weren't Lo and Dominik's fellow Jedi, but he could not turn away one of his own. Dominik was still in no shape to fight, luckily though they now had the second Jedi, Aren Bec, and her padawan.

“Please lead the way then.” Jer replied with a nod, still noticing the caution in his fellow twi’lek. Sar didn’t trust him, which was to be expected. Mercenaries often received lots of suspicion wherever they went, especially one like him who had fought under the Sith banner. He looked forward to getting a look at the village, his old connections would come in hand to aiding the resistance.

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[Ryloth, 6 ATC 6] A Long Year Amongst the Twi'Leks

Week 6, Day 6, morning

A calming breeze gently blew one of the older Twi'lek's lekku as he worked tirelessly with his wrench. The recently retired mercenary was down on one knee as his gloved twisted in the final screw on his speeder bike. He let out a sigh of relief then wiped the sweat from his brow with an old towel, letting himself fall backwards to sit on the ground. Jer Vusid smirked at the sight of his familiar ride, having finished a few simple repairs on the repulsorlift vehicle. The fresh grey paint he'd given it a week before made it look brand new. He'd even painted over the insignia which had sat on the side of the craft for almost a decade. The all too familar sign of his mercenary band, a golden rancor skull. He technically wasn't a member of the group anymore, he was one of the few that could say he'd retired from the business. He rose up to his feet with a stretch, then grasped a metal canteen on top of his speederbike.

As Jer took a swig of water he stepped away from his bike and gazed upon the valley to his side, the canyons of Ryloth spread around his home. He'd nearly forgotten how beautiful the world was, but also how damn humid it was. He was practically soaked in sweat from working outside barely for a hour. As he swallowed the refreshing gulp of water he felt himself cool down internally. The ex mercenary then sat down on the sturdy wooden fence near him, which encircled his property. He smiled as it held his weight well, he impressed himself with his own building. Since he'd arrived back on his homeworld he'd taken it upon himself to do all of the groundwork at his new home. It was a simple cabin he'd purchased cheap, abandoned but not very run down. No major housework was needed, which was had filled him with relief.

The cabin was in a more isolated part of Ryloth, a ways up from one of the villages. Jer hadn't even set foot in them since he had landed on the world. He honestly did not wish to go into any of them unless it was necessary, they were dangerous and infernally noisy. He'd brought enough rations and supplies to last for a little while. Any food they needed could be hunted or harvested, as evident by the growing vegetable garden behind the cabin where Jer was. They were practically in the wilderness where they'd chosen to live, but it was quiet. None of the native predators gave them much trouble, if they did Jer still had his proud collection of blasters. His starship, the Fortitude was parked not far from his home, it was an old Corellian light freighter he'd bought the day of his retirement from the Golden Rancor company.

"Jer, there's people approaching the cabin. They have blasters." A female voice exclaimed to him, breaking him out of his state of relaxation. His wife's words caused him to drop his drink, splashing water all over the grassy ground. He stared at Sienni, noticing the fear in the green skinned twi'lek's eyes as she held onto their son Adal's hand tightly. Seeing his beautiful wife in fear instantly filled Jer with anger at the 'visitors'.

"What? How many of them?" He asked, walking past her to get inside as he darted into his bedroom. The twi'lek pulled open a set of closet doors then frantically pulled his set of armor from out of it.

"I counted five, I don't know if there's more but they were coming up the hill and heading towards the front door. They're all holding blasters. I'm scared Jer, what do we do?" She asked as her husband speedily put on his armor. He quickly adjusted his boots, then walked to a locked cabinet where his heavy blaster rifle resided.

"I will handle it. They might be bandits or something. Hunters from the village wouldn't approach a home like that," Jer stated calmly as he held onto his V-201 in one hand, approaching his wife and son. Then spoke with total certainty. "Stay inside, stay out of sight, do not let them see you or Adal. If you hear blaster fire take Adal and run to the Fortitude. If I'm not back within a few minutes then also run there. Go out the back, get in the ship and lock it down behind you. Arm yourself and sit in the cockpit, do not let anyone inside but me. Make them think the ship is abandoned, use the cannons if you absolutely need to."

"But what about you? They could kill you. They don't look like twi'leks. You're finally done fighting wars the last thing we need is to bury you. Adal and I need you Jer." Sienni replied, tears welling in her eyes.

"Don't worry about me Sienni, you're even tougher than I am. Just listen to me please. A few bandits are child's play," Jer said calmly, flashing a tension breaking smile as he brought his wife in for a brief but powerful hug. Then he spoke once more, forcing his determination to protect his family overtake his sadness. "I love you both so much, please let me handle this."

"Be strong for us both Adal, I know you can be." He said to his young son, the boy was barely three years old. He reached out and hugged the young twi'lek, then rose to his feet.

His wife and son ducked into the kitchen, away from the impending conflict. Jer stepped out of the front door and shut it tightly behind him. He was greeted by the sight of five armed Zygerrians, each looking ready for a fight. Four of them held blaster rifles while a fifth clenched onto a sword. They were slavers, had to be. Ryloth was in Hutt space and he never recalled the Hutt cartel and the Zygerrian Empire working together. The situation made his skin crawl but he kept any fear in check. None of the feline beings were heavily armored and he had the biggest gun as well as the most combat experience.

"What the hell are you schuttas doing here? Leave now." Jer loudly exclaimed towards them, mindful of the distance between them. The quintent of slavers had just crossed over his fence, well within blaster range.

"What do we have here? We thought this building was abandoned, it was last time we flew over it. Instead we find an old tailhead, maybe more? Seems to be our lucky day." The sword wielding Zygerrian replied in words more akin to a taunt. A deep scar embedded in the slaver's right arm.

"I'm the only one here. Get out of here now, I'm giving you one chance. I'm not some weak twi'lek, I could easily rip through all five of you like nothing." Jer declared, narrowing his brow as the invaders took another step towards him.

"You sure are cocky for a future slave, I'll take delight in watching you toll away working. Take him in alive!" The scarred swordsman hollered back, as Jer answered with a volley of blaster fire which sent the Zygerrian to the ground in a heap. Smoke seeped from where the laser bolts impacted as the other slavers advanced, firing back at the twi'lek.

Jer dove to his right, sliding behind a set of metal crates. He thanked himself for not having brought the contents inside as the shots impacted into them instead of him. The former mercenary reached for his belt then flicked the ignition on a thermal detonator. With a grunt Jer heaved the explosive towards his attackers, causing them to scatter. Two were not quick enough and were caught in the ensuing blast. Dirt and wood kicked up as one of the Zygerrians screamed in pain, severely injured and blown away in the explosion. Another laid fallen on the ground, gruesomely taking the impact directly. The two still on their feet shifted to flank Jer as the mercenary rolled out of cover, firing into one of them with his blaster. Not letting go of the trigger until there was a hole in his target's gut.

The last slaver fired at the twi'lek, bolts slamming into the ground around him. One glanced off his leg, causing him to grunt in surprise. His adrenaline carried him forward as he dashed to duck behind a set of rocks. More shots rang out, filling the once serene landscape with the sound of battle. They sailed above Jer as he held onto his weapon, waiting for the exact moment to retaliate. Once the volley of blasterfire was finished he rose from behind cover and shot back, his heavy blaster rifle kicking like an angry bantha as he made his mark. His shots struck into the skull of the last remaining Zygerrian, ending the attacker's life suddenly. Jer shifted out from behind the rocks as he was the last man standing. The slavers likely didn't expect such heavily armed resistance.

The twi'lek strolled towards the other bodies as he ensured all of his attackers were dead. One of them still took labored breaths, his legs heavily disfigured from the detonator's blast, weapon out of reach. Jer approached the incapacitated slaver, making eye contact as he stood above the beaten raider victorious. The ex mercenary did not speak a word, only leveling his blaster at the slaver's skull before unleashing a trio of shots to finish the kill. He did not intend it as mercy, he simply did not want to leave the scum alive to potentially report to other of its vile kind. Then he walked with intent back towards his cabin, going around the left side to where his speederbike was. As he approached the vehicle he climbed onto it, flipped a switch and ignited the hovercraft.

"Sienni its me, are you and Adal on the ship?" He asked, turning on his comm link. Directing his words to the communications device in the Fortitude. He prayed deeply that his wife would answer.

"Yes, are you okay? Please tell me they're gone!" Sienni replied, speaking from aboard the ship. She sat inside the freighter, having locked it down completely. Adal on her lap as she tried to keep the child calm.

"They're all dead. I survived without a scratch, I'm gonna hop on my speeder and investigate. I don't want any others coming around here." He stated as he gently throttled the controls of his speederbike, coming into the open near the Fortitude.

"Jer don't. Get on the ship with us. We can leave the world and go somewhere safe. You don't know whats out there." Sienni said, on the verge of pleading. But she kept herself strong for Adal's sake.

"I can't Sienni, this is our home I have to protect it. I will contact you later, I promise. Do not leave the ship, do not let anyone aboard, its the safest place to be. The slavers didn't look armed enough to cut into a freighter." He replied, a somber tone in his words as he continued to speak. "I love you so much, I promise I will make it back."

Then the twi'lek speeded away, a part of him doubting his decision making. He very well could have hopped aboard his ship and left world. That wasn't the right choice, they'd work so hard to settle down on Ryloth they couldn't just pack it up and flee. His people were strong, even if they tended to be disorganized. He would bet there were some that were fighting back and Jer could help. Slavers were the worst of the worst, he couldn't have lived with himself if he let Sienni and Adal be taken by them. The former mercenary throttled harder on his speederbike as he headed into the tunnels beneath the surface, it was the best bet to find others. He'd found himself plunged into another conflict even in retirement.

[Ryloth, 6 ATC 6] A Long Year Amongst the Twi'Leks

Temporary character - Jer Vusid

Name: Jer Vusid

Species: Twi'lek

Age: 51

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Image of Jer

The veteran soldier has an appearance befitting his former occupation a strong, athletic frame. His eyes are a dark brown in color, his skin a very light tan shade. Jer's facial features are masculine and grizzled, with a notable scar going across his right eye up to his forehead. He stands a couple of inches over six feet in height. He's typically clad in his metal suit of armor which he's had for years. Though once things settle down on his homeworld he plans to finally hang up his armor.

Personality:
Jer at first impressions to some comes off as a hardened soul, someone who is not easy to crack into and converse with. He treats people around him with a measured caution as it is not an easy task to gain his trust. In general he is a cautious man, one that does not dive headfirst into situations before going through all possible solutions. He does not crave violence even though its what he's made living in for over three decades. Part of him is tired of all of the war and battles, his bones ache from the constant struggles he's taken a part in. The one thing he truly cares about is his wife, Sienni and his son, Adal. They are the biggest reason as to why he's retired from career as a lifelong soldier. They are why he's come back to live on his homeworld, a planet he has not step foot on in many years.

Skills:

• Despite now being middle aged Jer is still a great shot with blaster rifles. His body might be older and he less athletic, but his aim is still fantastic.
• Jer has an elite tactical mind. He's very knowledge of the art of warfare and is a talented battlefield tactician. He can effectively come up with battle plans on the fly.
• The twi'lek knows a few forms of martial arts and his bulky frame makes him a tough combatant even when unarmed. His punches still deal pain out.
• As he was once one of the most important members of a his mercenary company he's able to command respect from people serving under him. He's decent with words but is no suave charmer.
• Jer has fought across the galaxy and faced down all sorts of opponents in conflicts. It takes a lot to truly rattle him. He's fearless in battle with a confidence to take on practically anyone. He's able to make the toughest decisions.

Flaws:

• While he’s still a fierce combatant he is not as quick and limber as he used to be. He’s slower on his feet than he once was, with less stamina than he had in his best years. His body has been pretty worn from many years of combat.
• The veteran mercenary can give off a gruff manner to himself. Its not that he's a mean person, he's simply been hardened by all the violence he's seen. He's not really looking to make friends.
• Jer has an overconfidence to him, most mercenaries in the business as long as he was don't make it to his age. He's a survivor and a warrior who will not mince words when it comes to showing how proud he is out of it.
• He's confrontational with those that go against him and does not stand for backtalk from those fighting with him.
• The twi'lek has been betrayed before during his long career as a mercenary. He does not trust easily, or let many people close to him.

Equipment:

• V-201 Heavy Repeating Rifle
• Z-10 heavy blaster pistol
• His armor, medium weight and sturdy.
• Thermal detonators
• Smoke grenades
• Remote charges
• Vibroknife
• Grappling hook
• Comlink

Biography

Like many of his species he was born on the Twi'lek homeworld, Ryloth. He did not come from any wealthy upbringing or esteemed background. His parents often fought as the young twi'lek wondered if they actually even liked each other. Still they each tried to provide him with a loving childhood. His uncle, Laral was a hunter who would frequently travel into the dangerous wildernesses of their homeworld. Laral taught Jer how to use a blaster rifle and fend for himself. Jer never particularly enjoyed Ryloth, it was an unforgiving world that many who had been born onto it were dealt a bad hand. As soon as he reached adulthood he looked for a way offworld, he'd find it after convincing a visiting merchant, Kalon Hilbre, to take him on as a bodyguard.

Then he was off his homeplanet and into the stars. For almost five years he served as a bodyguard to the merchant, protecting the man when he would land on worlds to conduct business, as well as man the ship's cannons when raiders attacked. It was how he first experienced the greater galaxy. He purchased his own starship then ventured out on his own into the world of mercenary work. He would make contact with Usulf, an old mercenary friend of Kalon's who the merchant linked Jer up with. Usulf was a member of the Gold Rancor mercenary band, and Jer would find himself welcomed into the group some time after meeting Usulf.

The Golden Rancor mercenary company was a well known one across the galaxy, they participated in all sorts of conflicts. Wherever the credits could be made. They'd have a hand in the Great Galactic War which raged throughout the stars. The mercenary band worked for the Sith Empire, often serving as paid shock troopers and frontlines reinforcements. Jer would take part in multiple battles on the Sith side, though he didn't exactly like the Empire. They paid well and the contracts were honest enough. As the war went on the mercenaries continued to participate, while Jer climbed the ranks of the group. As the years rolled by he'd rise into higher roles within the mercenary company. His voice become an important one, and he earned respect from those around him.

As the war winded down the Golden Rancor company stayed in it until the end, once it subsided and the credits stopped flowing they ended their part in it. The galaxy was never wholly at peace, there were always conflicts and skirmishes to be found. In the last decade Jer met his future wife Sienni, a dancer. They'd fall deeply in love and it would take his focus away from his mercenary group. He'd leve the Golden Rancor band decisively, shortly after his son Adal was born. Now they have very recently all settled down on Ryloth, buying a cozy cabin in a more calm part of the world. He is on his way back to his homeworld to meet up with his family in order to hang up his blaster and retire. But it seems he's found himself pulled into a new conflict.