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Actually it looks better than I imagined. There is more of it left than I thought. Can it still support life without some kind or protective suit or shield?


The atmosphere is probably completely gone, but yeah, with the kind of technology star wars has you could probably put up a big shield generator and an atmosphere generator and have people live on it still. Though im not sure if anyone would willingly want to be on that, it might be more unstable than a bridge made of wet tissue paper, with tons of quakes and volcanic activity.
If anyone was curious, Jedha looks like this now.

If I remember right, the Imperials reported it as an it a mining accident.
I wonder if Scarif looks like that now, it was a really pretty place.
Took much longer than I originally thought, but here it is, done.

I'm interested, I'll have a character up soon. I'll probably start in about 6-7 hours and finish a few hours after that.
Adezain Veasatt


Adezain looked to the newcomer for a response, who only barely was just able to reply, quietly, unsure. He knew this from one of his youngest siblings, a lack of confidence and certainty in a new place... and boy was this a new place.
"I...I am...Supposed to enroll. Uh, the doors do it....Right?" He asked.
Adezain mentally nodded, he understood his uncertainty, even he was nervous when he first arrived. He spent a quarter of the first day just wandering and trying to figure out what to do. Adezain hoped that he could smooth over the transition to this new life with this newcomer, and hopefully they didn't have to spend a quarter of the whole day looking around and figuring things out. Adezain put a warm smile on and replied.

"Yeah. They seem to do it magically, I'm not sure how exactly..." Adezain trailed off as he saw another person walking towards them, who greeted them with a simple good morning. Adezain greeted him back and the first newcomer did as well, and very shortly after the second newcomer came a third arrived, introducing herself as Sasa and asking if this was the dormitory. Adezain cleared his throat to get their attention, then said, "Yep!" cheerfully. "Sasa, you're new right?" he asked her, he wasn't sure if the second newcomer was new or not. Occasionally older students would walk up to him and greet him. Right, names. "I go by Adezain." He introduced himself, doing a slight bow being careful not to drop the various swords he had under one of his arms. "Come on into the dorms, we'll talk along the way." He looked around for the first newcomer, when he spotted him already pushing the doors open, "This guy has the right idea. Head on in, take a right and go up the staircase to the second floor. First floor is basically already full. Lead the way." he said to the first newcomer, who never introduced himself.

As he walked up to the doors, Adezain turned to Sasa and the second newcomer, "I took dorm 202, close to the staircase, windows have a pretty decent view. Good sunlight, that sort of stuff." he began, "weirdest thing, when I stepped into the commons, and then to a bedroom I heard quite a bit of shuffling in there. I waited until it stopped, just to be sure. When I opened the door, I found the bedroom to be designed strangely in the fashion of my hometown." he blinked a few times, pausing, "They can't possibly have known which dorm, much less which bedroom I would have chosen. Must be magic of some kind." He concluded, "Though I wonder what kind."
He took a good look at the other two after his open ended thought, maybe they were more knowledgeable about magic than he, since they were clearly from lands far away from his. They dressed in strange fashion and had facial features not native to his land. Adezain himself wore what his common people wore, and it wasn't very far off from the common fashion around the Magisterium. A simple, loose fitting white shirt, a brown vest to wipe your hands on after they got dirty, pants and boots.
I wasn't entirely certain how magic was cast in this setting, so I kind of mentioned a couple of different ways in my post. Hope that's okay.
Adezain Veasatt


Adezain laid in the grass on one of the well kept fields, usually held for larger scale sparring between teams. He sighed heavily, closing his eyes hard, then opening them again to the blue sky, dotted with white clouds. It was a beautiful day and he couldn't help but feel a little good at that thought. He took a deep breath and then sat up. In the training fields, there were only a few students around practicing or sparring. Around this time of day most of the students were studying, burying their faces in books, or socializing in the lounges or restaurants that dotted the campus. He looked to the left, at the simple wood and straw scarecrow target, surrounded by swords stuck into the ground, their hilts and crossguards slagged and melted. Even if the training fields were populated, many of the students would give him a fair amount of space.

He adjusted himself and faced the target, crossing his legs and thinking. His mentor, the Magister who accompanied him to the Magisterium, explained that lightning was an uncommon and unpredictable magic. The few masters of lightning who did exist were often out of extended missions away from the academy, like free spirits, they only rarely returned home. Despite that, his mentor imparted as much knowledge as he could. Lightning was an element with a mind of its own. A fire magic user could throw a fireball straight at a target, and predictably the fireball would fly straight and hit the target assuming the users aim was true. But a lightning users lightning bolt would stray from its intended target and hit objects between the user and the target instead. Though the Magisters who had mastered lightning must have learned how to command the wild force of nature that is lightning, they were a secretive bunch, usually not recording their research and experiences in the Magisteriums vast libraries. Instead they often placed their writings in their own outposts, in well hidden and trapped caves, hiding their esoteric knowledge away from the rest of the community. For a reason neither Adezain or his mentor knew. Perhaps it was because during their training, they were always seen as the outsider due to the danger of their magic? Perhaps they felt that after mastering their art, the rest of the Magisters did not deserve the knowledge. Whatever the reason, Adezain and all of the novice lightning magic users of the present and future were alone. Perhaps the lightning masters felt that the novices needed to learn things on their own. Adezain thought finally.

Adezain had been here for only two days and both days he had been hard at work practicing his magic. With these metal obstacles, he could only throw lightning a few meters accurately. Without, he could do a few more. But he didn't know how to extend his range, and he didn't know how to command his magic to ignore the swords. He tapped his chin a few times, then got up to his feet. He took a martial stance. His mentor was a Magister that channeled his magic through martial technique, though Adezain's mentor explained that there were multiple ways to cast magic, such as incantation, script, rope knots, Adezain felt most comfortable with his mentors technique. Through martial arts. Adezain did a few hops, brought his fists up into a guard, he felt that same thrill from when he first used magic. That same pump of adrenaline, like his body knew, and reacted. It scared him, but he knew this was what he was now. He saw a faint spark of electricity jump from his left fist to his right, then he shot out a right jab. A flash of light, a loud snap... and a sword's hilt to the left of the target glowed with heat. Another miss. Adezain grimaced and fell out of his stance. His jab was slower than his mentors, and he couldn't even hit a target properly. Baby steps. He contemplated switching styles to incantation, plus he wouldn't have to move around so much. He smiled a little at it, his mentor used martial arts, so he would too. He wondered if any of the Magisters used a combination, maybe they could cast two spells at once? An incantation at the same time as going through the movements of a physical casting. Then maybe having those pre-prepared rope knots in an emergency. But the time needed to master one method of magic channeling was great, two was... it was too much for Adezain, at his level of skill. But he tucked the thought away, intending to ask his mentor about it later.

He glanced at the sun, it was just about mid-day, and more students would come to the training fields to practice their magic after lunch. He gathered the ruined swords, tucking them under one arm, then picked up the target and hefted it over his shoulder. It was surprisingly light, being made of straw, cloth, and two pieces of wood. The young lightning mage then began to walk back to his dorm. He knew that a lot of students prioritized learning transportation magic, or asked other students for help traveling the vast campus. Not Adezain. He didn't know how he would travel with his magic, other than the technique described in the Mythos of Vymos. Plus casting magic through physical movement required great stamina, and any exercise that would help him cast his magic for longer periods of time was welcome.

As he approached the dormitory section of the campus he noticed someone standing in front of the large doors of his building. Adezain rose an eyebrow at the grey haired man as he approached. He placed the target against the wall, knowing that a student coming out from his dorm would likely pick it up as they were going to the training grounds, then he looked the newcomer over. "New?" Adezain asked, continuing before the newcomer could reply, "Me too, just got here a few days ago. Say, you eat yet? It's just about lunch and I know a good hole-in-the-wall place. I need some time away from practice anyways." Adezain hefted the handful of swords he carried for emphasis then glanced over to the doors, "Right! Should probably get you a room first."
Name: Adezain Veasatt

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: Adezain is a slightly taller than average, older than he looks 19 year old male with brown hair and blue eyes. He's on the leaner side, having come from a common family, and ensuring his siblings had enough to eat. He has a soft face, and his skin is on the lighter side despite being a farmer.

Bio/Personality:
Adezain was born to a family of farmers on the edge of civilization, in a small town to the northwest. He grew up as the eldest son, having five smaller siblings. He only received a basic education, then it was to the farm to help his parents. He was a well socialized individual in his childhood, growing up to be selfless, caring, and protective of his siblings, following the teachings of a local god, Vymos. Vymos was the deity of balance and protection, and his teachings were easy enough to follow, making him Adezain's favorite out of the pantheon. He wasn't the strongest guy around, nor was he the fastest, but he could do the job and that was good enough, never really excelling or wanting to excel at his job.

During one summer when the monsters were most active, some in the town called it bad luck and others called it the will of their gods, several children had gone missing. Including two of Adezain's siblings. Distraught he joined the search party to find them, days later he and the search party found them hiding from a six legged wolf like creature several meters tall. The children ran out of their hiding places to the search party, but they were too far away. The wolf monster detected them and began sprinting towards them. It didn't take long for Adezain to realize that the search party would be too slow, and a sense of doom washed over him. It had taken them days to find the children and just as they had found them, they were about to be taken away. Adezain begged Vymos to help them, but he didn't hear any answer. Instead his exhaustion washed away, replaced by an electrifying thrill, he glanced to his fingertips and found that small jolts of lightning were dancing between them.

Adezain held out his right hand and a bolt of lightning shot out towards the creature, striking it right in the side, surprising it and stunning it long enough for the search party to reach the children and fight off the monster. Adezain quickly embraced his siblings as they expressed their admiration for their big brother, thanking him, but he knew that Vymos must have had a hand in their rescue. While embracing him he noticed a mark on his right wrist, pulling back his sleeve he saw the symbol now etched onto his skin. The young farmer concluded that he was chosen by Vymos himself, and that the mark was Vymos' call.

When they went home he gathered his family and told them around his sigil, and what he believed it was. He had heard of a place far away, a school of magic. He reasoned that if Vymos would give him his gift, then he should do his best to learn how to use it. Adezain's parents gave him their blessing, and over the next few days he prepared himself and packed for travel. He left the town and soon came upon a traveling Magister. Adezain showed the Magister his sigil, and the Magister took him under his wing as his student as they traveled back to the Grand Magisterium.

Sigil: Adezain has a symbol made up of a crescent moon attached to a circle, in the middle of the circle is a dot. The sigil is located on the underside of his right wrist, with the crescent pointing towards his palm. The sigil itself is small, and easily missed.

Ability: Adezain carries the spark of lightning control, a magic he calls The Call of Vymos.
Currently he only has a very low level electroreception, and a shock that is only a little more than an annoyance with pitiful range. Though Adezain has a good idea of what he can do in the future, drawing inspiration from the Mythos of Vymos, where Vymos himself can transform his mortal body into a bolt of lightning to travel great distances. In the legends Vymos is even seen covering his body with dancing coils of electricity, blades of bright lightning coming out of his fists. Adezain has these goals in mind, and he has no doubt that as he attempts to reach these techniques, he'll discover more along the way.
Looks good, I'm in.
Cyneric Abelli
Scout
The Sky Mariner




"A painting?" He replied, at least he wasn't the only one that brought something rather normal.
"Did you bring silverware? You know, just in case the God Child wants to eat the cake right then and there. Come to think of it, I've never seen a God Child eat anything. Hope it likes cake." She said.
"Ah." He simply replied, he never considered if God Children even ate, he just assumed they did. He hoped they did too. He cleared his throat, "yeah, plastic ones. Maybe I should have brought some fancy stainless steel ones." He thought aloud, "didn't think it was that important since, traditionally, you eat this cake with wafer cookies." Cyrenic explained.
"Sorry, I've got shit manners. Nacia Jarno. Gunner." She extended her hand. Cyrenic took it and shook her hand with a firm grip. "I've seen that before. Back when Zaitsev was running me through combat trials, he had me spar with a couple of guys that had that same patch. Tough SOBs I tell ya. What's it supposed to represent anyway? The globe, the parachute, the lightning bolt, and the star?"
"Cyrenic Abelli, Combat Controller. Well they put 'scout' on my papers, and everyone calls me a 'scout', and I can do scout duties, but still. Combat Controller." He introduced himself with a hint of pride and emphasis. He was proud of it, out of the whole Snowstone military only a handful of Combat Controllers were in active service, less than four hundred. He made the cut when so many couldn't. "It's the patch of the Combat Controllers, well, a formal one. Its our flash on our berets, and for a moment like this, normally my superiors would order me to slap on my dress blues and my beret. But since I'm not officially part of their army anymore, they can't tell me what and what not to wear." He explained with a toothy grin. "Ah, back on topic, the patch itself... well nobody ever told me. I was one of the youngest controllers to make it through the pipeline and somehow, as a unit, they all agreed to leave that bit of history out when lecturing me. Telling me to figure it out on my own as some kind of joke. So far I've got that the parachute represents the airborne infantry, and the star represents the pathfinders, which we evolved from." He pointed to the parachute and star. "To be honest it's kind of fun tr-"

Cyrenic was cut off by the intercom, their pilot informing them of some 'turbulence'. The scout quickly fastened his seatbelt then gripped the barrel of his rifle and held the cooler by its handle. He knew that tone of voice in pilots, that cool, calm demeanor that didn't suggest any form of danger. "I hate crashes." He muttered. He looked back to Nacia, "Better brace just in case." In just a few moments, the whole vessel rolled. Drinks spilled and glasses shattered against the ground. Cyrenic lifted his cooler and made sure the cake wasn't rattled around. He heard shouts of surprise from people who were too slow to strap in, or were too big to. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that the ceiling holographic display had zoomed in on a firefight, that was quickly over in just a split second. The Sky Mariner leveled out and Cyrenic let his grip on his rifle and cooler loosen. After the pilot explained that there was 30 minutes left to their destination, the scout looked over to Nacia to check up on her. "You okay? We're pretty lucky to have an escort like that." cocking his head towards the ceiling.

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