Piercing Light

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

Colab between myself and Honesty Crow

As Wedge and the rest of Rogue Squadron got ready in their hangar, a familiar figure approached. Wearing black robes and followed by three other Jedi, Luke Skywalker walked up to Wedge who was once again arguing with his droid.

"Still fighting with that droid?" Luke piped up, cracking a smile as he heard Wedge sigh.

"Yeah, it won't shut up about the foils." The two old friends chuckled as the droid beeped angrily and rolled away.

"So, what can I do for you?" Said Wedge, glancing at the Jedi Master and his two apprentices behind Luke.

"Let me introduce you. This is Jedi Master Kale and his apprentices Lahara and Aren." Said Skywalker, gesturing at the trio. Aren, a young Human from Sereno waved at Wedge.

"It's an honor to meet you." He said, giving him a smile. Wedge couldn't help but smile back. Seems he was inspiring more people than just pilots.

Lahana blinked at the squad of pilots. She'd heard they were good, but not much else. Luke had already introduced her so she really didn't need to do that, right? Aren spoke, apparently he'd heard of them as well. Was it an honor? She couldn't say she felt any reverence. She made note of how many there were, and their faces. She wondered for a moment just how well a pilot could fight face to face, but only for a moment. Kale told her such thoughts were... Problematic.

"I have heard a great many things about this squadron. I must say I couldn't think of a better escort." Kale said, giving a subtle respectful nod to Wedge.

"Honor's mine, Master Jedi. Couldn't have asked for a better group to get our people back home safely. We'll make sure you guys don't get blown up in space."

Wedge chuckled, giving Kale a wink before putting on his gloves. "I'll see you guys at the cruiser." Said Antilles as he turned around to climb onto the cockpit of his X-Wing.

Luke then led Kale and his two apprentices to a nearby shuttle where they would be transported to the cruiser in orbit.

Stepping out of the shuttle onto the Mon Calamari cruiser, Lahana anxiously fiddled with the blaster strapped to her hip. Her master didn't like her carrying it, but he relented when it became abundantly clear that it was important to her. She hadn't been more than a few feet away from a blaster for most of her life. And on more than one occasion it was the difference between life and death. "I'm... Going to prepare." She said in a low voice to Kale before walking into the hanger. She avoided eye contact as she spotted a tool box and began rummaging through it to find a hydrospanner to do maintenance on her blaster.

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

Lahana

Name: Lahana Sunset

Age: 20

Race: Half Echani, half Human

Brief Bio: Lahana was born on a planet that rained acid and was home to ferocious wildlife. She doesn't remember much about her parents. She’s forgotten their voices, forgotten their faces, but she can never forget the day they were slaughtered in front of her by slavers. She was captured and sold to a mercenary company. There she had an explosive collar latched onto her neck. The collar sent a shock through her body whenever she was disobedient, or whenever her captors felt like it. She went through what could technically be called training, but was more akin to torture. She was thrown into arenas with wild animals and forced to fight for her life, she was beaten and whipped so as to dull her sense of pain. When they got bored her captors would occasionally force her to fight other people in underground fights to the death, after a while she lost count of the number she'd killed.

She was sent on missions with the mercenaries, acting as front line fodder with other slaves. She's seen her friends blown apart, stabbed, and torched alive. Eventually she stopped talking to others as she couldn't take losing anymore friends. After returning from another contract her captors celebrated by drinking. While they were debilitated she heard one of them say that Jedi had been sent to take care of them. They broke into chaos and Lahana took this chance to escape. She killed the man that held the key to her cuff once they were in a room alone, with him drunkingly shoving money and other goods into a bag she took the knife from his belt and stabbed him to death. Hearing the commotion more of them went into the room. Lahana could have escaped then, instead she waited for the few others that had not run already to come having heard the commotion. She was young, but unknown to her she had the force backing her, and it along with her training was more than enough for her to slaughter them.

Shortly afterwards the door to the room opened, and a man adorned in a robe stood before her. The knife in her hand was slick with blood, and the room was painted red. The robed man was her future master. Her master saw that if left alone she would quickly be seduced by the allure of the dark side, so he took her under his wing as his padawan.

Faction: New Jedi Order - She only joined because it seemed the smart thing to do, considering she had no place to be, no place to belong. For once someone wanted to help her, not accepting the offer didn't eve cross her mind.

Personality: Lahana is full of good intentions and poor actions. She wants to treat people kindly, but tends to avoid contact and say all the wrong things during conversation. Being close to people sets her on edge, as voices in her head tell her all the horrible things others can do to her. She tries to ignore her paranoia, but it often gets the better of her. She's still not used to holding normal conversation, so will either end up not saying much or saying far too much. The only time she can understand someone is when she fights them, as she believes is due to her heritage. She wants to live as a proper Jedi, but struggles with her emotions. She knows giving in to anger could lead her down a dark path, she knows violence can't solve everything, but it's all she knew for a long time.

Physical description: Lahana stands at a height of six feet four inches tall. She has a head of long straight silver hair, about three feet long, which is usually swept to either the left or right side of her head. She often tries to hide her padawan braid while fiddling with her hair, leaving it tucked behind her ear. She has a tan complexion and a multitude of scars. Most notably there are marks of lashing on her back and discolored skin on the right side of her face due to a burn, running from the end of her right brow to the bottom of her chin. She has dark lines under her eyes. She doesn't get much sleep, and when she does she is tormented by nightmares. The only time she is at rest are the few moments she is able to meditate and be at peace.

Otherwise her facial features are soft, with a subtle nose and mouth. If not for her sharp auburn eyes she would appear almost approachable. Her voice alternates between just a bit too quiet and just a bit too loud, as she has difficulty gauging the proper tone of conversation.

Lahana spends a lot of time training her body, and it shows. She has clearly defined muscles with a low body fat percentage. While she isn't hulking she is far stronger than the average person.

If she isn't wearing the robes given to her she can be seen wearing painfully plain clothing. She has no fashion sense to speak of.

Equipment: She has a basic green saber that she constructed as part of her training. Besides that one she has another that she built in her spare time. While searching for the crystal to create her first saber she happened upon a clear crystal. When she looked closer, she saw that the crystal was murky and fogged on the inside. Her master told her such a crystal would not be ideal, leading to an unpredictable appearance. However instead of tossing it away, she kept it. Installing it into a curved hilt, this lightsaber produces a white saber with blinking black spots when turned on.

Force Powers - Lahana has knowledge of the core abilities of a jedi, and is particularly adept at offensive feats. Passive abilities or those that require great concentration are difficult, if not impossible for her to do.

Skills - First Aid training - Lahana, being unable to properly use Force Healing, opted to learn how to deal with common injuries that would be sustained in battle.

Firearms proficiency - While she isn't a top class marksman, Lahana is well versed in the use of blasters and other projectile weapons.

Flaws - Socially inept, Prone to fits of anger, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder caused by her early childhood.

Kale Yun

Kale is the middle aged master to Lahana, and the man that brought her off the acid washed planet she was born on. Before he was a Jedi, Kale lived from planet to planet on the outer rim, working as a mercenary with a strict set of rules as to who he would bring in or kill. He had a gift for the force, and it served him well. After the Emperor was killed, it wasn't long before he met Luke, who he'd decided to find himself. He wanted to do something good with his life, and helping to restore the Jedi Order seemed like his rightful place.

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

Lahana

Name: Lahana Sunset

Age: 18

Race: Half Echani, half Human

Brief Bio: Lahana was born on a planet that rained acid and was home to ferocious wildlife. She doesn't remember much about her parents. She’s forgotten their voices, forgotten their faces, but she can never forget the day they were slaughtered in front of her by slavers. She was captured and sold to a mercenary company. There she had an explosive collar latched onto her neck. The collar sent a shock through her body whenever she was disobedient, or whenever her captors felt like it. She went through what could technically be called training, but was more akin to torture. She was thrown into arenas with wild animals and forced to fight for her life, she was beaten and whipped so as to dull her sense of pain. When they got bored her captors would occasionally force her to fight other people in underground fights to the death, after a while she lost count of the number she'd killed.

She was sent on missions with the mercenaries, acting as front line fodder with other slaves. She's seen her friends blown apart, stabbed, and torched alive. Eventually she stopped talking to others as she couldn't take losing anymore friends. After returning from another contract her captors celebrated by drinking. While they were debilitated she heard one of them say that Jedi had been sent to take care of them. They broke into chaos and Lahana took this chance to escape. She killed the man that held the key to her cuff once they were in a room alone, with him drunkingly shoving money and other goods into a bag she took the knife from his belt and stabbed him to death. Hearing the commotion more of them went into the room. Lahana could have escaped then, instead she waited for the few others that had not run already to come having heard the commotion. She was young, but unknown to her she had the force backing her, and it along with her training was more than enough for her to slaughter them.

Shortly afterwards the door to the room opened, and a man adorned in a robe stood before her. The knife in her hand was slick with blood, and the room was painted red. The robed man was her future master. Her master saw that if left alone she would quickly be seduced by the allure of the dark side, so he took her under his wing as his padawan.

Faction: New Jedi Order - She only joined because it seemed the smart thing to do, considering she had no place to be, no place to belong. For once someone wanted to help her, not accepting the offer didn't eve cross her mind.

Personality: Lahana is full of good intentions and poor actions. She wants to treat people kindly, but tends to avoid contact and say all the wrong things during conversation. Being close to people sets her on edge, as voices in her head tell her all the horrible things others can do to her. She tries to ignore her paranoia, but it often gets the better of her. She's still not used to holding normal conversation, so will either end up not saying much or saying far too much. The only time she can understand someone is when she fights them, as she believes is due to her heritage. She wants to live as a proper Jedi, but struggles with her emotions. She knows giving in to anger could lead her down a dark path, she knows violence can't solve everything, but it's all she knew for a long time.

Physical description: Lahana stands at a height of six feet four inches tall. She has a head of long straight silver hair, about three feet long, which is usually swept to either the left or right side of her head. She often tries to hide her padawan braid while fiddling with her hair, leaving it tucked behind her ear. She has a tan complexion and a multitude of scars. Most notably there are marks of lashing on her back and discolored skin on the right side of her face due to a burn, running from the end of her right brow to the bottom of her chin. She has dark lines under her eyes. She doesn't get much sleep, and when she does she is tormented by nightmares. The only time she is at rest are the few moments she is able to meditate and be at peace.

Otherwise her facial features are soft, with a subtle nose and mouth. If not for her sharp auburn eyes she would appear almost approachable. Her voice alternates between just a bit too quiet and just a bit too loud, as she has difficulty gauging the proper tone of conversation.

Lahana spends a lot of time training her body, and it shows. She has clearly defined muscles with a low body fat percentage. While she isn't hulking she is far stronger than the average person.

If she isn't wearing the robes given to her she can be seen wearing painfully plain clothing. She has no fashion sense to speak of.

Equipment: She has a basic green saber that she constructed as part of her training. Besides that one she has another that she built in her spare time. While searching for the crystal to create her first saber she happened upon a clear crystal. When she looked closer, she saw that the crystal was murky and fogged on the inside. Her master told her such a crystal would not be ideal, leading to an unpredictable appearance. However instead of tossing it away, she kept it. Installing it into a curved hilt, this lightsaber produces a white saber with blinking black spots when turned on.

Force Powers - Lahana has knowledge of the core abilities of a jedi, and is particularly adept at offensive feats. Passive abilities or those that require great concentration are difficult, if not impossible for her to do.

Skills - First Aid training - Lahana, being unable to properly use Force Healing, opted to learn how to deal with common injuries that would be sustained in battle.

Firearms proficiency - While she isn't a top class marksman, Lahana is well versed in the use of blasters and other projectile weapons.

Flaws - Socially inept, Prone to fits of anger, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder caused by her early childhood.

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

So those that belong to a faction are expected to work towards that faction's goals?

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

Do you have certain plans for the plot laid out?

Spirit Wielders!

"Amber, what's going on?" Thea asked as she was pushed through the halls of the school at a breakneck pace. She'd only come here to interview students, her line of thinking being that perhaps some of the younger residents would have some insights into the strange events occurring. Instead she was currently drifting through dark halls with her assistant, wondering why she could hear screaming from not too far away. "Maybe we should see if someone needs help?"

"That is none of our concern, your safety is my priority." Amber responded, its tone as flat as the floor Thea's wheelchair was skidding across.

"But..."

"I refuse."

Thea was silent for a moment, until she rolled past a man crawling on the floor by the entrance. She pulled the brake on her wheelchair, which at the speed she was going resulted in her being flung from it. She slowly stood to her feet, the impact taking a lot out of her already. Amber watched her peer around the corner. "He's hurt really badly, we need to- GAH!" She screamed as a giant crustacean slammed it's body against the school entrance. Thea pulled out a small notepad with a pen and began shakily scribbling in it. She was mumbling what sounded like a summary of what was happening in front of her, like a verbal stenographer. She was a reporter after all. Amber walked over to her and glanced at her writing.

"You're just writing the word 'gross' over and over." Amber let out a sigh, a motion it had only recently picked up. The human form was so overly complex, it took days just to remember that blinking was necessary. "If it will ease your panicking, I will assist." Amber walked over to the man begging for help, she knelled down to his level and stretched her mouth into what one would assume was meant to me a reassuring smile. "You will be fine, do not struggle." She grabbed the man and put him into a sleeper hold. He quickly lost consciousness.

"How is that helping!?" Thea shouted, having already gotten back in her chair. Amber produced a syringe and stuck the man with it, his wounded leg began to rapidly heal. She then tossed him onto her shoulder. "Are you that paranoid about someone finding out about us?"

"Yes, now let us go."

Spirit Wielders!

Thea and Amber

Thea

Name: Theta Masters (goes by Thea)

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Normal Appearance:

Thea

by hongsung0819

Thea is in a constant state of lethargy, and she looks the part. her eyes are heavy and dark, her voice is low and languid. She's six feet tall but always appears smaller than she really is.

Medium Appearance: Aside from a slight glow in her eyes her appearance doesn't change.

Channeling Abilities:

channeling form

by Kamatama

By borrowing the power of her spirit Thea is able to gain enhanced stamina and strength, though it only makes her about twice as strong as a normal grown man. Even still, that's far more power than she can muster on her own. She can only maintain this form for thirty minutes, with that time being drastically reduced with strenuous activity.

Personality: Thea is soft spoken, with not much of a presence to speak of. She avoids conflict whenever possible, but will be quick to offer help if she can provide it. When eyes are on her she makes sure to speak politely and smile. It's become such a habit that even seeing a pair of eyes can cause her to smile as if by instinct. As anyone paying attention even somewhat can quickly figure out, Thea more often than not feigns a joyful personality. In truth other people make her anxious. As she sees it people just put up with her, pity is a feeling she is far too familiar with, and it makes her nauseous. If she has to either be a burden or simply not be around, she would choose the latter any day.

Background: Thea is a person that has depended upon the kindness and charity of others for as long as she's lived. She was born premature and required an extended hospital stay. She was unable to crawl for months after would be normal, and once she could walk it quickly became apparent that too was a challenge for her. She was diagnosed with a condition that left her perpetually exhausted and weakened. Simply bathing and dressing herself was a momentous task. Without a wheelchair it was impossible for her to travel anywhere without fainting or collapsing.

She was constantly in and out of the hospital, and it wasn't cheap. Her parents weren't wealthy, they had to work just to afford keeping their daughter alive. Thea vowed to repay her parents, or at the very least no longer be a burden on them. It was difficult, but she enrolled into a university and eventually graduated with a writing degree. She managed to get a job as a writer for a well known news publication, and at last was able to provide for herself. At least for a while...

Other: Her main hobbies are reading, listening to music, and movies/TV.

Amber

Spirit Name: Ambrosia (goes by Amber)

Spirit Classifications: Null

Spirit Personality: Amber is disturbingly pragmatic in every sense of the word. Every action is made after weighing the risks and benefits. These benefits being its own self-preservation and nothing else. It doesn't hate humanity as most demons do, it just sees them as much of a threat as it's own kind can be. As it sees it, Humans were simply smarter, more cunning. If they were not so scattered and foolish they might not be in the sorry state they find themselves in. To Amber, Thea is nothing more than a necessary step to gaining power. But as she is so vital, Amber is fiercely protective of her.

Spirit Appearance: Ambrosia is a sexless pink gelatinous blob about the size of a beach ball.

Sealed Appearance(Their disguised Form): Amber takes on the form of an average looking woman. Black hair, average height, unassuming clothing, the type of face that you wouldn't be able to pick out of a crowd. This is the form Amber usually takes, and is the one used in battle.

Summoning Abilities: Amber is able to produce syringes filled with liquid from it's body that have healing properties. Those that are injected with the liquid will have all minor wounds healed nearly instantly. Major wounds and lost limbs may take minutes depending on the severity. These effects last five minutes before vanishing. Those that are injected will not be able to receive another injection for twelve hours. If they do, it will have no effect.

Amber is also able to produce sharp scalpel shaped objects that it is able to throw with inhuman precision, though they aren't more or less powerful than a typical scalpel.

Spirit Charge: N/A

Other Information: Always has on an expressionless face. Is almost always beside Thea, acting the role of her caretaker.

Weakness and Limitations: While Ambrosia is agile, it is not terribly powerful, and can be easily overpowered by combat focused fighters. As such Thea and Amber prefer to avoid fighting whenever possible.

Contract: Crumpled metal, shattered glass, the smell of leaking motor oil. These were the only things Thea could perceive aside from the pressure on her chest from her seatbelt as she hung upside down. She had been in a car accident, her parents were in the two front seats. Her father had been driving when they were T-boned by someone drunk off a new years party. She was bleeding, though she couldn't feel where from.

"Do you wish to live, human?" A voice called out to her, for a moment she thought she was imagining things, but then it spoke again. "Form a contract with me, drink of my essence and you will live."

Thea wasn't sure what was happening, she couldn't even see the inside of the car anymore, it looked as if she were underwater. "Save..." She spoke, her voice hoarse and weak.

"Yes? Form a contract with this one and you will be saved."

"Mom and... dad." Thea spoke before losing consciousness.

"Foolish. To feel concern for another even as you shake with fear. Very well. I shall save three lives today."

Freeform Kingdom Hearts RP

I have an idea for a (non-canon) story that will take place on multiple worlds. An empire has recently lost it's leader, and much of it's power along with it. Now there is a power vacuum between forces in the empire's remnants vying for control over the few planets still under the empire's grasp. Opposing them is a rebel faction which has gained an upper hand due to the death of the emperor. Keyblade wielders were once rare under Empire rule, but with their influence weakened they are starting to show up in greater numbers.

You will play as a character (or characters) on either side, attempting to win a war of subterfuge and battles.

Hider

(yes, this is basically star wars, but KH has always basically been Star Wars)

Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

Twenty four hours after the events that took place in the scrapyard the Republic's only base on the planet was lively. The weapons brought by Surta were still being examined, and the woman she had brought in still refused to speak. The slaves freed by Anari were being taken care of in a makeshift camp set up behind the base, where they were given clean clothing and food, as well as a safe place to sleep for once. The investigation team sent to the scrapyard weren't able to find much. They were able to bring back one of the bipedal droids, and the only thing they were able to get from it was that it was a model they'd never seen before. Having been given a name for the organization they were dealing with from Anari Gallowin contacted Match. Apparently since that day the name had been spreading among different communities. Rumors spread but no solid information had been found as of yet.

The strongest lead at the moment was Flambe, someone had to get her to talk. Meanwhile the others were free to do as they pleased, no doubt some being tired after the previous day.

Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

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