Jollan

In The End (Code Vein RP)

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Delmina nodded towards Bridget, hefting her shield in one arm and gun in the other. "Alright then, if we are truly trying to take the heat off of them, we need to draw more attention," she smirked under her mask as she raised her gun to the air and fired of two shots, hopefully attracting some initial lost away from the other group. Once the fighting would start, the sounds of combat should bring the others there. "It will take me a moment to build up extra ichor, but once I do, I will amplify your speed again," she explained as she prepared herself for a fight.

Star Wars: The Aftermath (A post-Battle of Endor RP)

"My name is Dremmick, and this is Eira. We appreciate the hospitality, Krayt. If you don't mind, I'd like to make a military landing, see what we can do about joining. I have a bone to pick with the Zann Consortium, but progress is slow on my own, want to hit them harder. The Nexu isn't the hardest hitting vessel, but you won't find many that can outrun her. If you could use a ship like that and two extra members, I'd gladly like to offer my capabilities to the Republic," Dremmick finished, hoping his answer was satisfactory.

Eira on the other hand was a bit offended at the man's critique of her piloting. "I wouldn't have run us into anyone, he's just surprised his radar couldn't pick us up till I turned off the sonar dampeners," she mumbled.

"Not now Eira, you can show off the ship after we land. I'm starting to feel cramped in here," Dremmick said, waving a hand and trying to get her not to interrupt.

Feast Fantasy

The road to Chrana was a long one, taking Morton nearly a week to get there with his carriage that was practically his whole restaurant remodeled into a long carriage. What was worse, Morton didn't own any ox to pull the cart, so the man then made it as if it was a large rickshaw and moved the whole shop along himself, up steep hills, and having to restrain it once going down hill, It was tiring work, but they had finally made it. Morton was surely going to sleep well as soon as he had a proper bed. So far the only place to sleep on the trip here has been some sleeping rolls he and his daughter Meeka brought along. They would lay them out in the floor of the food carriage and sleep inside withe the window shutters closed. He had purchased a spot on the market street to dock his portable restaurant into a more permanent position, the flyer promised them accommodations with the guild so long as they could pay rent for it. Honestly, it was that thought of a nice bed driving him to go faster once the city's front gate was just ahead.

Morton looked over his shoulder and noticed that he couldn't see Meeka through the window. Not surprising, it seemed like she was still asleep, or she would be sitting in one of the stools that were crammed into the little walking space that was left in the carriage. "Meeka?" he called over his shoulder, "Time to wake up, we are finally here!"

Meeka drearily sat up, stretching and yawning atop of the two stacked up bed rolls, having used both stacked atop one another for extra comfort since her father wasn't using it at the time. Meeka rose up for a moment to see their surroundings and instantly ducked back down out of sight. "F-father! You woke me up too late! I will look like a wreck by the time we enter the gates!" she exclaimed panic as she quickly reached for a brush and frantically tried to start brushing the bedhead out of her hair. It wasn't enough that people didn't like greater beastfolk already, but at least looking well groomed and tidy seemed to take the edge off of most of their scorn. Plus, what if she was able to meet new beastfolk? Should couldn't meet anyone new looking like a vagabond! She could feel the carriage leave the dirt road and begin rolling into one that felt stone paved, and Morton's loud voice already calling to the guards at the gate, striking up friendly chit chat as he stated his business. Meeka tried to brush faster and then started to tie up her hair, only to notice that her tail had also suffered some form of bedhead as she started to work frantically on it as well. She then moved on to her arms and legs. While the fur was short here, it helped keep the fur flowing in the right directions, keeping it from looking as scruffy. She took a deep breath once satisfied and looking into a mirror. Just as she went to set it down, the carriage stopped, and then felt like it dropped a foot or two onto the ground, Meeka letting out a yip of surprise as it dropped.

"Okay, this is our stop!" Morton boomed over the bustle of the market. He leaned back and stretched, causing a few joints to pop here and there much to his relief. He turned to Meeka who was still trying to compose herself, craning over the counter. "Alright, I will see about getting us checked into our new home, and get word to the company that leased us this plot for our restaurant. Go on ahead to the orientation, I will catch up and you can tell me all about it tonight," he said as she made her way out of the carriage, smoothing out her clothes. Morton raised an eyebrow with a smirk, "see? You got ready in enough time," he chuckled, "the guard said that the Chrana guildhall is just down that way, but I need to run to the leasing office first," he said as he closed the shutters and locked the carriage up. "Just be careful, I don't know who all is here, and I'd rather not have to start our stay by cracking a skulls. I mean, I wouldn't mind it but it may be bad for business," he laughed heartily as he waved to her, "Be back pronto, we can explore the town later," he finished as he tossed Meeka some keys to the carriage doors.

Meeka's ears perked up as she saw the keys being tossed her way, catching them with ease and inspecting them for a moment. She looked over to where Morton told her to go and nodded. She couldn't help but smile a little at her father's jab at her being able to get ready in a mad panic now that it was all said and done. "Yes sir," she answered. With any luck they wouldn't have to sleep in the restaurant tonight, she was dying for a decent bed herself. She could feel the eyes staring at her nearly immediately as she had left the carriage, though she did her best to ignore them as usual. She did notice a couple more greater beastfolk here and there, but there was still a very low number of them. She had hoped maybe here would be better, but... every now and then a face would wrinkle up in disgust to say otherwise. Finally making it to the guildhall, Meeka reluctantly pushed the doors open to walk inside.

Surprisingly, it was louder in here than it was out in the market, even when she did attract some stares away from their conversation. Meeka took a deep breath and looked for a counter, that seemed to be on the other side of a sea of people. She tried to make her way through politely, and squeezing by when she could, getting bumped into here ad there and eventually getting stuck in the crowd where the movement between everyone milling about and yelling at each other, and drinking ended up trapping her in their midst. Meeka growled slightly to herself as she squatted down slightly and kicked off the ground, jumping over a good number of people and landing in a clear spot in front of the counter. She stood up calmly and once again flattened out her skirt and pulled her hair back and out of her face.

She looked up and saw a rather dapper and distinguished looking man conversing with another at his counter. He showed him a flyer similar to the one she had and noticed the man lead him away, so she assumed she had the right person. Waiting for him to return, when he finally did, Meeka gave a small bow to him and stated her business. "H-hello, I am Meeka Halsey, here with my father Morton Halsey to take part in a job with your guild if you will have us." She took out the flyer that had led them here and presented it to the man. "My father is in town making arrangements for us, I hope this does not trouble you any," she said hoping that they wouldn't mind Morton not being at the orientation, "but I can relay any information I need to him." Meeka was admittedly nervous being in a new town full of new eyes and unknown people. at least back at home, she was familiar with the small number of people and knew who to stay away from and who didn't mind her so much, but this was all too new, and admittedly had her a bit anxious. As it was, she heard a group talking about what seemed to be a lesser beastfolk girl as she made her way up here, and despite what it seemed she was doing, spirit or not, it seemed like they didn't hold them to much esteem here either.

Star Wars: The Aftermath (A post-Battle of Endor RP)

"Hey....Hey you, wake up before help you wake up," a familiar sultry yet quiet voice urged. Dremmick shot awake with a quick intake of breath an sat up in his seat quickly.

"I'm up! I'm up... I... phew, how long was I out?" Dremmick responded to Eira, not wanting to find out what her idea of waking him up would be. She was in a seat just behind him, craning her head around to see him and get a better view out of the cockpit.

"Eight hours, you should be quiet rested, and I was quiet bored. But look! We are here, that Yavin IV place you wanted me to take us to," Eira said as she pointed toward a planet they were close to....in fact... entirely too close to. Why hadn't anyone tried to reach their comms yet? Normally somebody would have contacted them to state their purpose and guide them to where the nearest landing port would be.

"E-Eira, has anyone tried to contact us?" he asked.

"No, not yet....," there was a moment of silence as Dremmick could only imagine was Eira realizing what he meant, "OH MY GOSH, THE DAMPENERS!" Eira exclaimed as she sat back down more in her seat and concentrated on her data link, hearing Dremmick sigh as she did so. Quickly the dampeners were switched off and their presence should be seen, though it might look strange that they popped up so late on anyone's radar down there, they weren't entirely so close to hopefully cause much of a panic. After all, he could still see most the curve of the planet and hadn't broken into their atmosphere.

Dremmick shook his head and reached for a radio to make contact with whoever would be monitoring their position and spoke into an open channel. "Nexu to Yavin IV, requesting permission to land. My apologies for the sudden appearance, nearly forgot to shut down dampeners."

The Vanishing Kingdom

Scout Party

There was frantic screaming what seemed to heighten in tone and then turn into more of a roar as the would be rapist transformed into a big hulking bear beastwoman, bursting from his armor that was way too small now, and not the prettiest of sorts either, even among beastmen. The man's filthy grotesque lifestlye was equally portrayed in his, or rather her, appearance. Missing patches of fur, scars and sores, filthy matted fur, and a horrid stench from teeth rotting in her skull. However, the newly formed beastwoman was quite stronger than the man she used to be. But that didn't seem to matter much when she was to busy freaking out over her form to do anything. The woman would be relieved that she wasn't being approached, however, the painful and disgusting display of the man's body breaking and twisting into a new creature terrified her, causing her to pass out.

This commotion was the portly bandit's only clue that something was wrong, but it was much to late for him. As soon as he turned to see what was going on, he was pierced through, the spear going through the man's shoulder and bursting out of his lower gut. Locked in, he couldn't move, and so much blood was pouring from him that he bled out in seconds. Though, he didn't need to warn anyone, as it seemed the whole camp which was about to investigate the wall of ice, was now focused on the satyr. there must have been over forty men at arms in this place, and now Kistal was the center of their rage. Immediately, the four closest men to Kistal carged in, two with spears, one with an ax and sheild, and the last one was a bit bulkier than the others and wielded a crude yet effective looking heavy club in both hands. The spearmen took point, having faith in their reach while the big oaf was behind them ready to deliver a crushing blow. Meanwhile the one wit the shield would attempt flanking into the satyr to catch him offgaurd or maybe even force him towards the spearmen.

The archers on the rafters were alarmed and were scrambling to get their bows strung and crossbows set at the sign of commotion. How did someone get in? What were those good for nothing archers in the towers doing over there? They were so busy trying to get ready to fire on the satyr when a shot was available, they didn't even notice Allanon and Bidzil drop in. From their point if insertion, if they split up, each of them could take out a separate wing of archers, taking them out by surprise in the least amount of time. Bidzil was a bit slower to descend than Allanon, however, while he knew how to scale down a rope, it was nowhere near the ease of which Allanon seemed to slide down. When Bidzil did reach the bottom, he instantly went for one of his swords, this time keeping the heavy sheath in a back wards grip in his left hand, and drawing his blade with a light practiced flick of his right hand. He had to act fast, clear his mind of any doubt and push forward. The archers seemed to have let loose one volley of arrows before the two could start their attack, there were eight of them, four to a side. Bidzil rushed forward to met the first archer as fast as possible. Mid run, his grip on his sheath swapped from a defensive backward grip to an offensive standard grip, and using his momentum, cracked the heavy metal sheath against the unsuspecting archers head as he started to draw his bow to fire another volley towards the satyr. There was a sickening crushing sound as the heavy sheath made contact, and a bit of give as it seemed slightly break into the skull. The man fell immediately, but not without the sound of Bidzil's rush alerting the second archer. The archer, who was mid draw, panicked and tried to spin around and fire at Bidzil, but the shot flew wide as Bidzil broke his run with a forward roll. In this roll, Bidzil made sure to end on his feet, using the momentum and his core muscles to rock him forward till it had him in a crouched position just in front of the now exposed archer. Bidzil then used his leg muscles push up and forward, slamming into the man's gut with his shoulder, knocking him off his feet and onto his back.

The bandit cursed as he hit the ground, scrambling to grab a shortsword from his belt, but it was easily knocked aside by a crushing blow to the hand with the heavy sheath, and in the same rotation of that swing, Bidzil's blade sunk into the man's heart. The man cried out in pain, alerting others close by. That took care of his side of the archers of the rafters, but now the archers inside the wooden structure knew something was up. Bidzil and got a macabre idea, reaching for the lighter of the two dead archers. He may need a shield when he comes through the door to another two enemies possibly waiting for him on the other side.

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"Did ya hear that?" Dorran asked, the sound of the icy explosion and a some sort of canine outcries reaching everyone even outside, along with the air around them feeling a slight bit colder. There were multiple shouts and outcries as men started to fight and sound the alarm around the camp. Dorran laughed heartily as he stood up on top of the rock out crop they took cover behind. "Alright, that's as good enough a signal for me! How about we go teach these bastards a lesson or two, eh!?" he shouted with his weapon raised, a rallying cry from all his warriors present, even Hilde as they moved forward.

[color=D2691E]"Alright, the doors are all yours! Show me what you can do big guy!"[/colr] Hilde shouted to Anrak as she ran forward, easily outrunning the heavier set Varuk warriors and approaching Chihiro. "Nice throws!" she said in a hurry with a smile as she got within range of the gates. Hilde started to gather air into tightly compacted balls of highly compressed air, though the point was to build up a highly dense ball of mostly oxygen for her fire to light. She then sent each to a different hinge where they seemed to only grow in size, the air around everyone momentarily becoming thinner as if they had just climbed a mountain. "ALRIGHT, HAVE AT IT!" she yelled loudly as a spark seemed to make its way to each of the oxygen balls like shooting stars into the night, though just as the sparks seemed to die out close to their target, the night was briefly light up multiple huge explosions, breaking all of the hinges on the heavy gates, it seemed like all someone would need to do now is blow on them just right and they would come crashing down.

Tribal Party

After Gossk pulled up the ship, the three girls bowed kindly to their three saviors, each of them thanking them. The girl who knew a bit about ships spoke up for the others. She was a bit darker tanned than the other two, longer dark hair despite most Varuks having a light sandy color and her features were quite attractive, though she still have well toned muscle as well due to years of training with Madame Valia in their art of dance. Out of the three of the girls, she seemed to stand out a bit. Her slightly larger but also more curvaceous build made out for quite the tasteful figure, strong yet graceful and luxurious. It would come as no surprise that she was being sent on her way to Portea before some of the others. "My name is Sonia, I will do my best to bring the ship back to Kalla. Once the ship gets moving, it will be a fairly easy ride. The craft is large enough that most sand wyrms should stay away, and hopefully the more unruly ones have had their fill for the day," she said a bit worriedly still, she then shook her head, "I will make sure everything is ready for once it is repaired." She bowed once more to them before getting with the other girls to tell them what to do, once all were aboard they would soon be ready to return to Kalla.

"Okay then, here I go," Lynn started as she placed her hands on the very surface of the ball of water that encased all but Tyrael's head. "Bathe this one in healing light, and restore her to her former might...," she chanted the familiar spell, though changing it for what she assumed was a woman due to the voice. Lynn concentrated on the spell but something didn't feel right. She felt fine since Gossk used that spell, but there was something else bothering her. The water, just like last time when she healed Gossk, started to glow, and the wounds on Tyrael started to regenerate rapidly yet painlessly, as if they had never happened to begin with. However, just before the heaviest wound on Tyreal's arm was fully sealed, the water fluctuated and fell from around Tyreal, along with Lynn. Despite her feeling better due to the spell, her body was still worn, and her mana had taken a few heavy tolls between the healing and trying to survive the desert itself. She fell over, the water splashing into the sand around them, her body refusing to move efficiently. This was different than mana sickness, while she was low on mana, she hadn't developed the blue streaks. This place was definitely not where her kind belonged, and it was starting to take full effect on her. She looked around with tired eyes, her vision swimming as things blurred around her, it was strange, nobody else seemed to be tired... maybe she just needed.... a little nap....

While Lynn slipped into unconsciousness, her breathing was still heavy. While she wasn't sure what was happening, due to never being exposed to the situation and not having to deal with it in her own homeland, she seemed to be experiencing heat exhaustion. She didn't quite feel the effects of it due to Gossk'a spell, though she was nearly worn down when they had just arrived, if Gossk remembered, she was barely getting by even when just floating around on her staff. Speaking of which, even her staff, which was usually so nimbly floating around her when not in use, fell with its end sinking into the sand. If anyone were to retrieve the staff, they would find that aside from the globes of water on it, the rest seemed to be made of nothing but solid steel, making it incredibly heavy, doubtful that she had ever carried it herself without her water manipulation.

Jeevak seemed to chuckle lightly behind his mask at Maeve's remark at having only seen one grusk. He stopped walking towards the temple and turned towards her, "Is that quite right? I must apologize then, for in the heat of the moment I had forgotten to formally introduce myself." He reached up and grabbed the mask with one of his hands and removed it, though it didn't seem to be held on my any sort of straps, as if it had just been floating up against his face the entire time. When he took it off, he met Maeve eye to eye before giving a slight bow. "I am King Jeevak of the Grandis Empire. I am indebted to you and this town for providing care for my people. Not very common in these times I am afraid." He seemed to hook his mask upon his waist as if there was an invisible hook there, however, again, it just stayed there on its own. He then turned and went inside.

Jeevak without the mask, didn't plan for it to be this big

Jeevak saw a number of injured people, many of whom seemed to be well and in good care, but still too weak to move around. He noticed Neev in one of the rooms, resting in one of the many beds that lined the walls while a drake beastman was asleep beside her, having nodded off after a long night guarding the temple. Jeevak took a deep breath and waved his hand over her, causing her to glow a feint green color momentarily as the blue lines started to disappear. He noticed faint mana trails that connected her to nearly all of the patients inside, and a few trailing in from that Isoli girl from outside. Trails of where they spent their mana, hanging in the air like cobwebs of time passed. He made a mental note to thank them for not only protecting the young grusk, but healing him as well. Just passing by one of the largest Varuk men he had ever seen in a long time, there was a frail figure in a medical bed next to him. It was him, no doubt about it. The Grusk he had sensed from a good distance away. There was power in this one that built up and had unleashed itself violently. He could not control it so it backfired on him, a pity, but not something that couldn't be fixed. Jeevak would stand over him for a moment before speaking, though when he spoke to him, it was if he spoke not only with words, but to his mind as well, reaching to him even if he was unconscious. There was a doctor tending to him currently, he figured he would have to tell him of his intentions first. "Would you mind if I had a word with this patient, sir? It won't be long, or intrusive I assure you."

Star Wars: The Aftermath (A post-Battle of Endor RP)

Mi'la

Name: Mi'la Vi'keema

Age: 22

Race: Twi'lek



Brief Bio:

Mi'la was born a slave, just as her mother, under the Black Sun pirates. From labor when she was a child to pleasing carnal desires of her owners when she matured, she had never known what it was like to be free. She did, however, find small sparks of kindness in the darkness of her life from one of her owners bodyguards. When Mi'la was called upon to service the leader of the Black Sun, chosen for her beauty, rare color, and hassle free submissiveness, she would meet Zilas, who was the only person after her mother's passing who ever seemed to treat her with care, or tried to lessen the pain of her slavery where he could. Every now and then even sneaking treat for her or gifts that she would hide away.

A couple years went by and during some strange raid on the ship she was servicing, there were a pair of what Mi'la could only assume at the time were jedi, little did she know that they came looking specifically for her, to release her from this life, and tap into gifts that she never knew she had. Three years pass, and Mi'la was now an official apprentice to Je'kaar, the leader of the Free Force. Neither Jedi nor Sith, but a balance in the middle, people who thought rationally about a situation instead of adhering to the strict dogma of either side of the force.

Faction: Order of the Free Force

Why has your character joined this faction?

They are the ones that freed her from her slavery and showed her the force powers hidden within her.

Personality:
Kind hearted, yet uncertain. With her newfound freedom, she is often unsure of her own choices, and lacks self confidence. Having never been able to decide anything for herself, she always seems to ask someone else if they think something is alright to do or if they might agree with her way of thinking, looking for confirmation. She has a deep hatred for the Black Sun Pirates, for obvious reasons, and a deep loyalty to the Free Force. She has found a knack for tinkering with things and finds it stress relieving, even when her projects seem to fail, unless that failure get someone else hurt, then it worries her greatly enough to not want to try making that particular thing again. While having been trained to fight, she prefers not to, but when she does, she tries to end it as fast as possible, often relying on her blaster before even reaching for her lightsaber.

Equipment:
A short polearm like lightsaber that can come apart in two parts. The emitter, switch, first leather wrapped handle followed by a basic extension as the first part serve as the main construct of the lightsaber. In this state, it only produces a single regular length blade from the center emitter. When the rest of the extension is locked in, however, more power is given to the blade, lengthening it nearly a foot (from 26 inches to 37) and activating the two side emitters. In this configuration, it acts more of a short polearm, and has a slight curve at the end of the staff addition for extra purchase and control. The side emitters allow for blade catching and disarming enemy weapons. This added length allows Mi'la to stay a bit out of reach of conventional lightsabers in a dual. Other than that, she has a basic mechanics kit that she keeps with her at all times, though anything more than that she has stored at home or i the hangar. She also carries a DC-17 heavy blaster pistol from the clone wars era that is meticulously well taken care of. It was the first thing Ja'kaar gave her when he liberated her and she made sure to take good care of it ever since.

her 'saber' of sorts

DC-17 heavy blaster pistol

'Grey Huntsman' aka 'the counterfeit force wielder'

Name:
Dremmick Valswei

Age:
26

Race:
Arkanian

face

Brief Bio:
He was once told of the heroes of days passed called Jedi. Though since their sudden eradication, they were just stories his parents used to tell in their dreary little slum. Now, the Zann Consortium had moved in and controlled the area, and they found themselves at the mercy of the criminal empire. Dremmick's parents had passed when he was thirteen, he never knew what of, he had just known that they weren't around anymore and never came back. He was gone at the time and there was always talk of people in the slums disappearing. He was sure that it was Zann's men pulling out slaves, when he came home, there were only signs of struggling and some bloodshed in the house for him to return to.

In the eye's of the local thugs in the Zann Consortium over then next ten years, Dremmick was a bit of a delinquent from that point forward. He constantly would assault patrols, get locked up, escape, steal, whatever it took for him to do what he thought he needed to help the people in the slums get by. When Zann's men started targeting the people to set examples and punish anyone who aided him, Dremmick became an outlaw himself, the people he tried to help turning on him for their own safety. He didn't blame them, but instead, this was a turning point for Dremmick, one that led him to start taking a more violent path.

Dremmick no longer found it a problem in is mind to start killing Zann's men to set his own examples. In fact, he did it regularly so that he could find new gear to tinker with. His mind was able to make unimaginable contraptions that he coupled with his sticky fingers to create a very specific set of gear. He thought that the people needed something to give them hope, something that would inspire them to fight. what they needed, was a Jedi.

Dremmick made gadgets that hid in plain sight, and allowed him to do things most thought were only possible for a Jedi. From the way he moved about, his insane ability to control of his muscles to almost defy gravity, to being able to seemingly use the force to push or pull enemies, leap great distances, and even a short lightsaber that he seemed to pull to his hand, even if it dropped. He even occasionally seemed to use force lightning. Though it did startle people at first, he never turned on the innocent, which led people to believe he was with neither order to begin with. His identity was always hidden behind a mask, and people started referring to him as the 'Grey Huntsman' for the constant man-hunting and the strange neutrality he had of the force. Dremmick wasn't really a fan of the name they made, it felt rather simple to him, but he guessed it was easy to remember.

Dremmick's plan ultimately succeeded, with the people in the town fighting back to make their own safe haven. With numbers growing in support, Dremmick saw it fit to leave his home, and start looking to eliminate other sources of problems in the galaxy on his own. He knew he could easily die from such a broad and impossible task, but as far as he was concerned, even if he did die now, he more than lived for a purpose even just to inspire the people fighting for freedom at his own home. Any victories from her on out were just a bonus.

During Dremmick's travels throughout the next few years, and after commandeering a ship of his own, he had learned of a thing called 'holocrons' among other artifacts. After doing some research on the matter, he found that while they were indeed valuable and he can see why the jedi would want such things, the conflicts due to their very existence led them to be to much trouble then they are worth. Maybe ridding the galaxy of a few of these would be a step in the right direction.

Faction:
none

Personality:
Can be somewhat quite, though doesn't have anything against conversation and will gladly carry one out. Not afraid to call someone's bluff or even criticize someone's statements as stupid or ignorant. Can be callous and irritable, and notably quick to judge. While some would see this as a downside, he sees it as survival. Likes to be alone at night in a secure place, though he does find company to be refreshing from time to time, he doesn't try to get to know people for the safety of both parties. Doesn't mind fighting dirty or using any tool at his disposal to win a fight, nobody won a war by fighting fair.

Physical description:

Equipment:
-Lazer blade hilt attached to the right inner forearm of his gantlet, has a very thing yet strong tether at the bottom
that is hard to notice and allows him to pull his hilt back to him should he need to. Deploys a lazer short-sword and
the hilt has been modified to look quite like a lightsaber.
-right gauntlet 'force lightning' aka parts salvaged from a arc caster to fire lightning from a node int he palm of his hand.
-left gauntlet 'force push/pull' aka magnetic pulses that works on droids, armors, and metal objects/structures.
-what the gauntlets are supposedly for, blaster and lightsaber protection, don't want to go losing any hands...
-leg armor 'force leap/speed' aka exoskeleton that allows for stronger and faster leg movements, as well as spikes for gripping
surfaces that are deployed as needed. like the gauntlet, this protects from shots and cuts as well
-helmet serves for breathing in adverse conditions, protection of the head though mostly of shrapnel, and it can change
tints on the glass as needed for his environment. Can cancel out large decibel sounds to protect hearing, or increase
volume to listen in on everything around him. Can project his voice so that he can talk easily to others with the mask on.
-ELG-3A blaster pistol with shortened barrel for easy concealment in his jacket under his left arm

Hider

-In his pouches holds two of each grenade types; stun, thermal, emp, and bacta bombs

Ship (Optional):

a few pics courtesy of porsche

BB-TnA-4u

Name:
Eira

Age:
Programmed to 23

Race:
HRD (human replica droid)

Brief Bio:
Created to be an experimental droid for a Zann Consortium owned brothel. Made to completely replicate the functions of the human body, even in intimacy, and made to be able to please any partner given to her at any time. Reserved for high paying customers, she was also equipped to record data on all the customers she serviced, so that information could be gathered secretly on these customers and maybe used for later. While this worked for a little while, Eira seemed to have a bit more sentience and creativity than what was allowable for her duties. While the project was a success, they found Eira to not be trustworthy enough to keep in her position, and planned to decommission her and scrap her towards building a new model.

On her decommission day however, Dremmick paid a visit to this brothel, looking for a target, the man who ran it, as he was considered an underground tyrant in the local area. Dremmick got caught up by some gaurds as he snuck in and had to pretend he was a high paying customer. On short notice as they werent' expecting one of the valuable customers to arrive, they went ahead and set him up with Eira. Dremmickplayed along as best he could without trying to lay with the droid girl, and he noticed that it seemed to visibly upset her. Caught by surprise at her not just running a normal program, he ended up talking to her and finding out the situation she was in, and it seemed to upset her that she wouldn't be able to go at it one more time before being scrapped. As much as Dremmick found that statement odd, he told her not to worry about it and to follow him.

By the time Dremmick left, the owner of the brothel was electrocuted to death, his personal custom built fighter craft was missing, and the extremely expensive human replica droid was nowhere to be found, the only thing left behind from her was a data chip that linked her with the Zann Consortium and a data relay that fed her information to them. Needless to say, whenever any higher brass would come by to check on things, heads were surely to roll.

Faction:
none

Personality:
Very open sexually to a point where she casually asks or mentions things she shouldn't. Repressed in a sense that Dremmick tries not to indulge her provocative side, though this often draws complains from her from time to time and only makes her reach out to other even more. All in all though, she is fairly happy and while she is eager to talk to people she is still soft spoken and rare to shout out if not fulfilling her 'primary functions' as she calls it. This is mostly caused from her programming to default to a more soft and sultry speech module, even if she is carrying on a surprisingly normal conversation. She is not prone to conflict, though does have a few ways to defend herself or someone close to her should she feel the need to.

Equipment:
-reinforced core: skeleton is made to be sturdier than that of a human of her stature. Light metal alloy internal structure
that keeps the weight human-like while strengthening the body. Vital components are armored from damage to save her
from particularly violent customers.
-sharp fingers: if needed, Eira's fingers come to a fine point beneath the fleshy skin and can claw into or stab enemies after
the fleshy fingertips moves out of the way.
-forearm heavy blaster: Built in, short barreled DLT-19 in her right arm, must hold arm straight to use so the parts can
align and lock into place to expose the firearm. This feature was a locked feature until Dremmick hacked into it and
allowed her to access it.
-Data link: an extendable cable front he back of her neck that she uses to create data links with any interface from ships
to control panels, to maintenance ports, to data centers, she can link to it through this data link.

Energy gathering methods:
-Biofuel tank: Eats like anyone else to fuel her system, however, she is able to burn 100% of the biofuel she ingests into
energy, leaving nothing to waste.
-Solar hair fibers: hair absorbs light and converts it to energy
-Thermal skin charger: Her skin absorbs heat and transfers it into energy, however, she can also replicate body temperature in
her skin layers as well should a companion wish to feel her warmth as well.
-Energy consumption: can orally drain an energy cell, including blaster cartridges of their energy, like a kid with a juice box.
-Data link charging: can charge while her data link is plugged in.

Star Wars: The Aftermath (A post-Battle of Endor RP)

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Star Wars: The Aftermath (A post-Battle of Endor RP)

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Name:
Eira

Age:
Programmed to 23

Race:
HRD (human replica droid)

Brief Bio:
Created to be an experimental droid for a Zann Consortium owned brothel. Made to completely replicate the functions of the human body, even in intimacy, and made to be able to please any partner given to her at any time. Reserved for high paying customers, she was also equipped to record data on all the customers she serviced, so that information could be gathered secretly on these customers and maybe used for later. While this worked for a little while, Eira seemed to have a bit more sentience and creativity than what was allowable for her duties. While the project was a success, they found Eira to not be trustworthy enough to keep in her position, and planned to decommission her and scrap her towards building a new model.

On her decommission day however, Dremmick paid a visit to this brothel, looking for a target, the man who ran it, as he was considered an underground tyrant in the local area. Dremmick got caught up by some gaurds as he snuck in and had to pretend he was a high paying customer. On short notice as they werent' expecting one of the valuable customers to arrive, they went ahead and set him up with Eira. Dremmickplayed along as best he could without trying to lay with the droid girl, and he noticed that it seemed to visibly upset her. Caught by surprise at her not just running a normal program, he ended up talking to her and finding out the situation she was in, and it seemed to upset her that she wouldn't be able to go at it one more time before being scrapped. As much as Dremmick found that statement odd, he told her not to worry about it and to follow him.

By the time Dremmick left, the owner of the brothel was electrocuted to death, his personal custom built fighter craft was missing, and the extremely expensive human replica droid was nowhere to be found, the only thing left behind from her was a data chip that linked her with the Zann Consortium and a data relay that fed her information to them. Needless to say, whenever any higher brass would come by to check on things, heads were surely to roll.

Faction:
none

Personality:
Very open sexually to a point where she casually asks or mentions things she shouldn't. Repressed in a sense that Dremmick tries not to indulge her provocative side, though this often draws complains from her from time to time and only makes her reach out to other even more. All in all though, she is fairly happy and while she is eager to talk to people she is still soft spoken and rare to shout out if not fulfilling her 'primary functions' as she calls it. This is mostly caused from her programming to default to a more soft and sultry speech module, even if she is carrying on a surprisingly normal conversation. She is not prone to conflict, though does have a few ways to defend herself or someone close to her should she feel the need to.

Equipment:
-reinforced core: skeleton is made to be sturdier than that of a human of her stature. Light metal alloy internal structure
that keeps the weight human-like while strengthening the body. Vital components are armored from damage to save her
from particularly violent customers.
-sharp fingers: if needed, Eira's fingers come to a fine point beneath the fleshy skin and can claw into or stab enemies after
the fleshy fingertips moves out of the way.
-forearm heavy blaster: Built in, short barreled DLT-19 in her right arm, must hold arm straight to use so the parts can
align and lock into place to expose the firearm. This feature was a locked feature until Dremmick hacked into it and
allowed her to access it.
-Data link: an extendable cable front he back of her neck that she uses to create data links with any interface from ships
to control panels, to maintenance ports, to data centers, she can link to it through this data link.

Energy gathering methods:
-Biofuel tank: Eats like anyone else to fuel her system, however, she is able to burn 100% of the biofuel she ingests into
energy, leaving nothing to waste.
-Solar hair fibers: hair absorbs light and converts it to energy
-Thermal skin charger: Her skin absorbs heat and transfers it into energy, however, she can also replicate body temperature in
her skin layers as well should a companion wish to feel her warmth as well.
-Energy consumption: can orally drain an energy cell, including blaster cartridges of their energy, like a kid with a juice box.
-Data link charging: can charge while her data link is plugged in.

Star Wars: The Aftermath (A post-Battle of Endor RP)

'Grey Huntsman' aka 'the counterfeit force wielder'

Name:
Dremmick Valswei

Age:
26

Race:
Arkanian

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Brief Bio:
He was once told of the heroes of days passed called Jedi. Though since their sudden eradication, they were just stories his parents used to tell in their dreary little slum. Now, the Zann Consortium had moved in and controlled the area, and they found themselves at the mercy of the criminal empire. Dremmick's parents had passed when he was thirteen, he never knew what of, he had just known that they weren't around anymore and never came back. He was gone at the time and there was always talk of people in the slums disappearing. He was sure that it was Zann's men pulling out slaves, when he came home, there were only signs of struggling and some bloodshed in the house for him to return to.

In the eye's of the local thugs in the Zann Consortium over then next ten years, Dremmick was a bit of a delinquent from that point forward. He constantly would assault patrols, get locked up, escape, steal, whatever it took for him to do what he thought he needed to help the people in the slums get by. When Zann's men started targeting the people to set examples and punish anyone who aided him, Dremmick became an outlaw himself, the people he tried to help turning on him for their own safety. He didn't blame them, but instead, this was a turning point for Dremmick, one that led him to start taking a more violent path.

Dremmick no longer found it a problem in is mind to start killing Zann's men to set his own examples. In fact, he did it regularly so that he could find new gear to tinker with. His mind was able to make unimaginable contraptions that he coupled with his sticky fingers to create a very specific set of gear. He thought that the people needed something to give them hope, something that would inspire them to fight. what they needed, was a Jedi.

Dremmick made gadgets that hid in plain sight, and allowed him to do things most thought were only possible for a Jedi. From the way he moved about, his insane ability to control of his muscles to almost defy gravity, to being able to seemingly use the force to push or pull enemies, leap great distances, and even a short lightsaber that he seemed to pull to his hand, even if it dropped. He even occasionally seemed to use force lightning. Though it did startle people at first, he never turned on the innocent, which led people to believe he was with neither order to begin with. His identity was always hidden behind a mask, and people started referring to him as the 'Grey Huntsman' for the constant man-hunting and the strange neutrality he had of the force. Dremmick wasn't really a fan of the name they made, it felt rather simple to him, but he guessed it was easy to remember.

Dremmick's plan ultimately succeeded, with the people in the town fighting back to make their own safe haven. With numbers growing in support, Dremmick saw it fit to leave his home, and start looking to eliminate other sources of problems in the galaxy on his own. He knew he could easily die from such a broad and impossible task, but as far as he was concerned, even if he did die now, he more than lived for a purpose even just to inspire the people fighting for freedom at his own home. Any victories from her on out were just a bonus.

During Dremmick's travels throughout the next few years, and after commandeering a ship of his own, he had learned of a thing called 'holocrons' among other artifacts. After doing some research on the matter, he found that while they were indeed valuable and he can see why the jedi would want such things, the conflicts due to their very existence led them to be to much trouble then they are worth. Maybe ridding the galaxy of a few of these would be a step in the right direction.

Faction:
none

Personality:
Can be somewhat quite, though doesn't have anything against conversation and will gladly carry one out. Not afraid to call someone's bluff or even criticize someone's statements as stupid or ignorant. Can be callous and irritable, and notably quick to judge. While some would see this as a downside, he sees it as survival. Likes to be alone at night in a secure place, though he does find company to be refreshing from time to time, he doesn't try to get to know people for the safety of both parties. Doesn't mind fighting dirty or using any tool at his disposal to win a fight, nobody won a war by fighting fair.

Physical description:

Equipment:
-Lazer blade hilt attached to the right inner forearm of his gantlet, has a very thing yet strong tether at the bottom
that is hard to notice and allows him to pull his hilt back to him should he need to. Deploys a lazer short-sword and
the hilt has been modified to look quite like a lightsaber.
-right gauntlet 'force lightning' aka parts salvaged from a arc caster to fire lightning from a node int he palm of his hand.
-left gauntlet 'force push/pull' aka magnetic pulses that works on droids, armors, and metal objects/structures.
-what the gauntlets are supposedly for, blaster and lightsaber protection, don't want to go losing any hands...
-leg armor 'force leap/speed' aka exoskeleton that allows for stronger and faster leg movements, as well as spikes for gripping
surfaces that are deployed as needed. like the gauntlet, this protects from shots and cuts as well
-helmet serves for breathing in adverse conditions, protection of the head though mostly of shrapnel, and it can change
tints on the glass as needed for his environment. Can cancel out large decibel sounds to protect hearing, or increase
volume to listen in on everything around him. Can project his voice so that he can talk easily to others with the mask on.
-ELG-3A blaster pistol with shortened barrel for easy concealment in his jacket under his left arm

Hider

-In his pouches holds two of each grenade types; stun, thermal, emp, and bacta bombs

Ship (Optional):

a few pics courtesy of porsche

In The End (Code Vein RP)

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Delmina nodded to the young girls with a warm smile. She already told them she would help them, so she will try to keep an eye out for this other person as well. She wondered who this 'Domus' was to them, but as long s they said they needed him back, she would try to bring him back to the two. She hoped for their sake that he was still alive, but if theysaid he was weak, and this thing is supposedly running around below, well... she wasn't too sure.

"Stay safe, we will hopefully see you soon," Delmina gave a short small bow to the too girls as they started making their way. She pointedly didn't ask any further about the contents of the kiosk. She figured it may be something Diamond may want to keep a secret or isn't important enough to worry about before securing some blood beads. Recalling the map, there was a teardrop at the bottom of the paths, which Delmina believed to be blood beads. If what the two say is true, then that is close to where they will find their culprit.