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Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

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Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

Character Sheet

Star Wars: Legacies Character Sheet

Character's name: A-Ø62 'Price'

Age: 14 (24 due to accelerated aging).

Race: Republic-era Clone

Faction (does your character belong to a group, such as the New Republic, The Imperial Remnant, the Bounty Hunter's Guild, a specific crime syndicate, etc): Formerly, the GAR. A Member of the Bounty Hunter's Guild.

Character Alignment (Choose one):Good, Neutral, Evil) Good

Character Background: Created in 32 BBY in the Cloning Facility on Kamino, A-Ø62 was a Cloned human of the biological template of Jango Fett. Whereas most clones looked identical, Price suffered a mutation that resulted in distinct appearance and altered vocal tone during the cloning process. Unsure of what to make of the soldier, Price was initially destined to be disposed of, but was ultimately placed into ARC training upon discovering nothing physically wrong had happened to him. Training alongside his brethren and under personal evaluation of Fett and his Mandolorian instructors, Price quickly proved to be a remarkably fearsome combatant, quick learner, and display excellent discipline and leadership qualities. However, the biggest flaw was Price's own autonomy; going so far as to keep his team out of Jedi command and reporting only to HIGHCOM personnel of the GAR's military forces. As one of the ARC's of the 110th Hunters Division, this Captain worked alongside his brothers during the peak of the Clone Wars; undertaking numerous black operation assignments and other covert engagements. However, it was on the Battle of Utapau where Price's world would be changed forever.

Under orders to sabotage a Separatist facility during the ensuing engagement by forces of the 212th, Price and a small strike force of six other Clones of the 110th had entered the cliffside facility; carrying out the objective and caving in the installation before escaping onboard an LAAT. As the gunship moved away, reports began coming through that the enemy defense was quickly mobilizing into a substantial offense; having set a sudden, overwhelming counterattack Republic intelligence failed to predict. Within the next few seconds of the Gunship doors shutting, the LAAT was intercepted by separatist AA fire, and shot down to the bottom of the lakebed below. Price was the only survivor of the crash; having escaped the decimated gunship and swimming toward the surface. He watched in exasperated horror as what remained of the 212 were either shot down, destroyed, or retreating. He was now alone, and Price ultimately spent the next ten days sneaking his way back to the surface before making a daring nighttime escape from Utapau to reaching an abandoned CIS Belbullab-22 Heavy Fighter. Along the way, Price discovered a terminal that had the schematic data of the Inhibitor Chip. Realizing that the Clones were in fact the mass weapon of the Sith, Price copied the schematic and made his way to a nearby landing pad, where an abandoned Belbullab-22 CIS Heavy Strike Fighter sit. Destined to inform the Republic of his suspicions, Price was ambushed by Commando Droids; knocked unconscious and quickly transferred to a waiting transport to be placed into stasis. With his signal being tracked, a Republic task force was sent to intercept the fleeing transport. With nowhere to run, the transport quickly plotted a destination solution to a random sector right before receiving damage to the Hyperdrive subsystem; causing the ship to jump and disengage several lightyears away from its intended destination. With the Separatist Droids running out of power, the ship containing the Commando in aimlessly drifted in space.

The Droids all ran out of power, one by one until the last B1 had the brilliant idea to activate the distress beacon before failing. 23 years would pass in the loud silence of space, before a mercenary outfit found the derelict Banking class. Boarding in the hopes of securing more salvage alongside the acquisition of practically ancient Separatist tech, the boarders found the Clone, his weapons and armor all preserved. Initially discussing among themselves to auction off the goods in exchange for profit, they came to the consensus that having a Clone Trooper among their ranks would no doubt keep their outfit alive longer. Gathering what they could and leaving the ship to rot, they eventually brought Price back to their hideout on Omwat. Waking the clone up from stasis, the mercenaries had to explain to the quite agitated, confused and combative Clone that the War leading to the Great Purge was over; the Republic dissolved into nothingness as the new Empire came to power. His morale crushed and spirit broken, Price initially felt nothing short of guilt and depression for failing his mission- yet relented to join the outfit as the only way left to fit in that he could. Four years following the destruction of the Bastion of the Empire, the Death Star, Price had made a name for himself among the Outer and Mid-Rim territories as a terrifying combatant and ruthless mercenary; scouring the various contracts among the cosmos and only taking out those who were judged by Price as villainous scum the galaxy simply needed rid of. Customizing his armor and eventually managing to secure a old Belbullab-22 CIS Heavy Strike Fighter, Price spent his credits on upgrading the starfighter; departing the mercenary band and setting out to become an independent contractor upon his fifth year following the destruction of the Death Star.

Character Personality-(Give a solid description on how your character acts, their morals, etc): Price is cold, calculative and cunning, coming off as snide to anyone unfamiliar. He displays a notable dislike of droids in any form, as well as any Force-sensitive or Lightsaber wielder. During his service prior to his ultimate abandonment, he still viewed the Jedi as nothing more than inexperienced military leaders. Given his enhanced autonomy, Price's freethinking mind has proven to be his biggest blessing and curse. Speaking out of turn, questioning the legitimacy of orders and being temperamental in disagreement had ultimately left him isolated from the majority of communications outside those of which he and his team operated with. While born and bred for warfare, Price has shown a remarkably softer side to individuals he has bonded with over the course of the Clone Wars; interacting with the regular Clone Troopers as well as Civilians he had come across in his service to the Republic, when reason permits it. Morally speaking, Price is quick to judge individuals and almost never turns down a job contract within moral reason. He actively avoids any jobs involving the elimination of bureaucrats, civilians other targets that, according to him, are simply just a waste of ammo without cause. As services can be bought with credits up-front, Price can be a wingman, attache to a squad, or even ally if there is a close enough bond. However, respect from the Clone is difficult to earn, and a friendship is even rarer.

Character's Physical description (Describe or post a picture of what your character looks like):

Armor: https://www.rpnation.com/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F76%2F18%2F5d%2F76185d1ae8f88353755e321c50dce904.jpg&hash=9261d89a7180265ccb283a53f6e83806

Face (to showcase extent of mutations): https://www.rpnation.com/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F76%2F18%2F5d%2F76185d1ae8f88353755e321c50dce904.jpg&hash=9261d89a7180265ccb283a53f6e83806

Character Class (choose one): Scoundrel

Items- What major weapons and the like does your character carry? Such as a lightsaber, a rigged Sabaac deck, a blaster pistol, vibro-knife, wookie crossbow, telescopic lenses, etc):

WESTAR-M5 Blaster Rifle: This specialized blaster Carbine was a favorite among many ARC Troopers; carrying a drum magazine pack of 100 shots and able to cycle between semi, automatic and burst-fire modes. Underneath the barrel was a fitted grenade launcher attached to the primary firing mechanism of the weapon; consuming ten ammo in order to fire the miniaturized grenade.

Phase-II Advanced Recon Commando 'Venator' Hybrid Armor: This variant was a massive improvement over the earlier version created at the beginning year of the Clone Wars, with an introduction into service in the late 22BBY. Price, having been a veteran throughout the numerous engagements of the beginning of the Clone Wars, chose to combine both Phases (integrated life support, hermetic seal) with increased ballistic protection from the supplemental protective dome design of the ARC Heavy Gunner and AT-Pilot helmet variants, respectively. Perhaps the most distinct of this change is the visor and fin of the helmet; with the visor allowing for more of a panoramic picture and the fin extending in reverse from the front of the helmet. It comes with a built-in rangefinder and light macrobinocular module.

Grappling Hook/wiresnare module (left arm): This dual launching system features a grappling hook module mounted on the top of the wrist to allow access to higher heights, and a wiresnare on the underside of the wrist that can be deployed when the user flexes their wrist up, palm out and toward a target of their choice.

Flamethrower gauntlet (right arm): This attachment is self explanatory, and is activated when the user flexes their wrist downward and turns their hand away from the muzzle of the device; projecting a horrific napalm mixture that can stuck and burn organics and synthetics alike.

Evasive Thruster Pack: This back mounted attachment appears as a small white circular mount as big as a jetpack attachment; possessing a

Akimbo DC-17 Blaster Pistols: These heavy-hitting Blaster Pistols feature a lower recoil and a higher rate of fire; capable of firing up to ten consecutive shots before overheating. This blaster does not need to be reloaded manually, and is able to consistently be kept operational if it is vented regularly while in use.

x2 Thermal Detonators, Detpacks, EMP Disruptors, Bacta-canisters (secured on person): These two Thermal Detonators serve as powerful alternatives to Fragmentation grenades; creating a miniature thermonuclear reaction that can atomically vaporize anything within a six meter radius. Pitching wise, the weapon can be thrown up to 20 feet from its source. Detpacks are remotely detonated explosive charges that can be affixed to static objects, and are common used either as an ambush or means of sabotage. Lastly, two canisters of Bacta ensure that the Commando can recover form his injuries after a fight, or sustain himself during one.

Modified Belbullab-22 CIS Heavy Strike Fighter: Nicknamed 'Ruby Huntress', this CIS Heavy Starfighter chassis was mostly left as-is, but with a custom dark crimson and grey paintjob. It sports a sensory and navigations suite upgrade, shield module, an onboard AI system in control of a rear autocannon turret and two quadlinked twin laser cannons mounted underneath the ship. Lastly, on the top of the ship on either side of the cockpit are two concussion missile launchers. To compensate for the addition in mass, the default auxiliary thrusters and dual rear engines had to be removed and replaced with stronger variations to get the ship off of the ground with little issues.

@DisturbedSpec

The links to the pics you posted are broken, but the CS looks good. Approved, and welcome aboard

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

I just wanted to thank you all for your understanding and support while I grieve the recent loss of my youngest cousin. Its been a very difficult time for me and I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate all your kind words and support. I will try working on some stuff very soon, I just still need a little more time.

Again, thank you all

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

I just wanted to thank you all for your understanding and support while I grieve the recent loss of my youngest cousin. Its been a very difficult time for me and I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate all your kind words and support. I will try working on some stuff very soon, I just still need a little more time.

Again, thank you all

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

I have some stuff in the works as we speak, also I'll be putting up an interest check/recruitment drive to get this thing moving again

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

“Alright, who’s up first in the batting order?”

“I am.” Lyger replied to the Iron Knight as he roared into view of the other Guardians. The words had barely escaped his lips before he hit the throttle on his bike, sending him racing toward the incoming alien legion. With the press of a button on the grip, he unleashed a barrage of rubber bullets and the approaching hoard.

The sound of his bike's screeching tires, and the sudden volley of rubber bullets must have alarmed at least some of the invaders, as they seemed surprised by the lone figure's brazen attack. However, the sudden surprise did not appear to faze the teal skinned invaders, who immediately opened fire on the approaching threat. Lyger controlled his bike with almost preternatural reflexes, narrowly avoiding each laser blast.

As he drew closer to the legion of alien warriors, he unleashed another salvo of rubber bullets, this one proving as ineffective as the first. He weaved in and out as the aliens returned fire, dodging laser blast after laser blast. However, as he was straightening his approach, one of the laser bolts struck the front of his motorcycle just behind the front wheel. Within seconds, the super-heated plasma reached the bike's gas tank, causing it to burst into flames.

Lyger knew that he had to act fast. He hit the accelerator and rode the bike directly toward the aliens, then at the last second, he dove off of the bike, which sent the motorcycle careening into the alien legion, where it exploded, taking out a number of the advancing alien army with it. No sooner had the fireball subsided, leaving a trail of bodies and entrails in its wake, than had Lyger leaped and bounded toward the stunned invaders, striking and everything within reach with punches, kicks and elbows.

“Nice of you to join us.” came Radiance's voice over the secured comlink.

“Sorry, unlike the rest of you, I can't fly.” Lyger said as his elbow struck one of the teal skinned aliens under his jaw.

“Did he just make a joke?” came Icon's voice over the coms.

“Yeah, I think he made a joke.” Radiance replied as she and Icon made their way toward their comrad who was still fighting off a legion of aliens.

Having recovered from the violence of the explosion, the alien warriors surrounded Lyger. However, the black clad hero continued to fight. He hit one of the incoming aliens with a thunderous right hand before spinning around behind him, where he connected with a front thrust kick to the midsection of another. Then he jumped, and did a back flip to get a little separation, he fired a grapple line, which penetrated one of the alien soldiers' shoulder. Lyger then jumped up into the air, yanking the alien upward with him, then connecting with a flying kick to the ensnared alien's jaw.

However, no matter how hard he fought, the invaders just kept coming. In a matter of moments, the sheer number of alien invaders proved to be too much, and Lyger found himself overrun by the teal skinned aggressors. They scratched and clawed, they reached for him, and they grabbed him. Although he fought as hard as he could, within moments they had him, unable to fight, unable to move, barely able to breathe.

Although the effort seemed futile, Lyger still fought. However, he was unable to free himself from the grasp of his enemies. After what had felt like an eternity, but in reality was only several moments, Lyger felt something, a slight charge, almost the sensation you might get from sticking your tongue on a 9-Volt battery, yet the feeling washed over his entire body. Suddenly he was aware of a bright flash, and he found himself free from the invaders' grasp.

When Lyger looked up, he saw the forms of Radiance and Icon standing over him, Icon extending a hand. As Lyger took Icon's hand, he again found himself thankful to the upgrades that Echo had made to the suit, which surely protected him from Radiance's electrical discharge.

“Thanks.” Lyger said as Icon helped him to his feet. “How was the wedding?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Well...” Icon said as he motioned to the chaos going on around them.

“Right.-” Lyger said as he looked on the alien invaders who had recovered from Radiance's attack and had already began moving toward them. “Let's send these sons of bitches back to where they came from.”

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

Posts coming, hopefully in the next week or so

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

posts coming

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

“I programmed our communicators to locate one another,” Iron Knight explained over the intercoms, “but if you would prefer directions, I’m located 12 blocks west north-west of Lost Haven University. You can’t miss the mass of aliens clogging up the streets.”

Icon adjusted his trajectory slightly as Iron Knight's words rang in his ear. As he flew, he scanned the city, and for the first time in his life, he wished that he didn't have enhanced eyesight. The charred and burning husks of buildings, bodies strewn throughout the streets...the sheer destruction within the city was utterly devastating. Icon had to fight every instinct to stop what he was doing to search the rubble for survivors, to try to somehow comfort those on the ground.

But he couldn't. There simply wasn't time. From the sound of it, the invaders were amassing west-north-west of Lost Haven University, and he was needed there. So he pushed on toward the location that the Iron Knight had indicated was being overrun by invaders. As he approached the area that Iron Knight had indicated, he the scene he saw was dire. Iron Knight and Terra Firma were holding their own against the aliens, but there were just too many of them, and the heroes were in danger of being overrun.

However, when he saw a group of the attacking aliens break off from the main group and begin advancing toward a group of civilians, several of whom were children, who were trying to get away from the carnage, his blood began to boil.

“I don't think so.” he said to himself as he again slightly adjusted his course and accelerated toward the aliens. Icon crashed into the street between the invaders and the civilians, the impacted buckled the concrete and sent a shock wave that sent the aliens flying backwards, leaving them sprawled out on the fractured pavement.

“Go now.” Icon said to the civilians, pointing north them to the north, which from what he saw was relatively clear of the alien threat.

“Well, that's one way to make an entrance.” said a familiar voice from behind.

“Alexa...” Icon said softly. He had been so focused of fighting of the invading aliens he hadn't had the time to check in on her, or anyone else for that matter.

“You know, this...-” she said, waving her arms at the chaos unfolding around them. “-is not how I thought I'd be spending my wedding day.”

“Tell me about it.” Icon said as he unleashed an optic blast which struck a larger alien square in the chest, toppling it.

“I think it's time we joined the rest of the party.” Radiance said with a grin as she nodded toward Iron Knight and Terra Firma, who were still fighting off the invaders near them.

Icon nodded in agreement as the pair began making their way toward their allies, putting down alien attackers as they tried to overpower the duo. Icon and Radiance pressed toward their friends, beating back the invading horde as they inched closer and closer, until, finally, they joined the other Guardians in the center of the street.

"About time the cavalry arrives. Now let's show these aliens why we call ourselves the Guardians!"

“Sorry, we were kind of busy.” Radiance said with a smirk, “But I like your way of thinking. It's time to send these E.T.'s home.”

However, the levity did not last. There was a sudden rumbling which seemed to shake the very ground they stood on.

“That's not good.” Icon said as the rumbling grew louder. After several moments, they saw the cause of the commotion: A massive armored vehicle which stood about three stories tall, which looked like some sort of futuristic tank with a quartet of turrets which were spaced out across the top of the vehicle. A lone figure stood atop the tank. He was adorned in black and purple body armor, and a half mask hid his face from the neck up to his eyes, his long black hair hung down the front of his face, hiding the rest of his features. The tank itself was flanked by an entire legion of black clad aliens.

“Yeah, really not good.” Radiance said as the enemy force advanced on them.

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Admiral Kava sat alone in the darkness of her personal quarters. Her eyes were closed as she focused on her breathing, she had long since cleared her mind of any thoughts that may distract her from the taskat hand. She had long heard stories of how the Jedi had used meditation to clear their minds and regain focus, and though when she was younger, she thought the idea was silly, she eventually learned that the technique was indeed useful.

She found that after clearing her mind, and focusing solely on the task at hand, she was able to visualize that task in great detail. She was able to determine the optimal placement of both ships and troops, and as she developed her skills, she learned that she could anticipate what her opponent may do as well. It had become a useful tool over time, and it had proven to be more reliable than ego, or sheer luck, which unfortunately, some of her contemporaries had become far too reliant on in recent years.

“zzztk Mistress Kava, the Lord Imperius is waiting for you on the secure com channel.” Beeone's voice crackled through her personal com. Kava's crimson eyes opened in slits as she released a deep breath in frustration. She hated being interrupted while she was planning an operation, particularly when that interruption came from a bureaucrat who served more as a figurehead and with any luck, would soon outlive his usefulness.

“Very well. I'll take it here.” She said as she got to her feet and turned on the lights within the room. She then went over to a table in the center of the room and activated the holo projector. As the holo projector turned on, a blue-white image of Koren Ozzel filled the spacein front of her.

“Lord Imperius.” Kava greeted her superior.

“Admiral.-” The image of Ozzel regarded her with a slight bow of his head. “Do you have an update on our little problem?”

“Indeed, Lord Imperius. Thrax will no longer threaten our alliance. He and his forces have been returned to the scrap heap from which they came. Kava assured Ozzel.

“Very good.” Ozzel said, his face betraying his surprise if only for an instant. “However, unexpected.”

“Lord Ozzel, perhaps it is time to begin preparations for a more...significant operation.” Kava said, ignoring Ozzel's comment.

“Ah yes, of course. With the threat of Thrax eliminated, I suppose now is as good a time as ready. You may begin preparations to retake the Kuat shipyards. Keep me informed of your progress.”

“As you wish, Lord Ozzel.” Kava said as the image of the Lord Imperius vanished from before her.

Kava stood alone in her quarters for a moment, a smile began to cross her face as she reached into her pocket and pulled out her com.

“Captain Bryce, get me the Blackstar, tell Jade that now is the time.”