The Dow Dragon

1968 // Season 1 – Dawn of Justice

@Gowi Rad, thinking of a Jonah Hex who was disfigured in Vietnam as a Marine Officer.

1968 // Season 1 – Dawn of Justice

Uh, yes please. Question, is the war in Vietnam a thing in this universe?

After The End, A Tale of Rebirth (Remake)

Name of Nation: Kingdom of Alamoa



Government Structure:
Matriarchal Monarchy

Leader(s):

Queen Joanna Cash
King Diego Cash
Royal Council

Culture:

The Kingdom of Alamoa is a culture centered around hard work, sacrifice, duty, and acceptance. This drive comes from the story of the legendary Alamo, now rebuilt as a glorious palace/fortress. The Alamo is the closest thing the kingdom has to widespread religion, The Story of the Alamo and The Alamo itself being sacred. Alamoa is known to many travelers as a safe haven for those who wish to live life the way they want. People escaping the Tabernacle Empire and Chicago Caliphate's religious persecution often end up in Alamoa, protected by its laws regarding freedom of religion. Many refugees also travel to Alamoa in the wake of bandit attacks on their homes outside the borders of the small nations.

While a monarchy with a fair bit of control over its citizens, Alamoan royalty understands that some rights are non-negotiable to keep a kingdom of this size running. Freedom of Religion, Freedom of Enterprise, and Freedom of Thought are the three major rights allowed in the kingdom. The job of the royal council (aside from advising the royal family) is to inform the King and Queen of the concerns of the people. And welcoming in immigrants strengthens the civilian population as a whole and keeps them family informed of the activities outside their borders. The monarchy is Matriarchal, meaning the female royals will ascend to power before males.

Demographics:
White - 45%
Latino/Hispanic - 30%
Black - 15%
Asian - 5%
Native American - 5%
Other - Unknown

English and Spanish are the two languages spoken in the kingdom fluently by 95% of people.

Nation History:

When the world went to hell, many fled to Refugee center that was established in downtown San Antonio. People have a way of surviving, even when life as they know it has ended. As the years past and it dawned on people that this was how life was going to be, they began to rebuild in their own way. San Antonio was a haven in the madness of the world and as the population grew, the citizens began to reorganize and expand, searching the wastes for other survivors. Most opposition was by raiders, slavers, and bandits looking to establish their own dominion. The scouts who fought off these attackers as they searched for life were deemed as Rangers by the blossoming new government.

Time went by and small wars with armies of bandits, cannibalistic tribes, and cultists raged. Finally, due to the dire nature of the world, a monarchy and council of trusted people were put in place. Armies were organized and walls were built. In the spirit of the Alamo in San Antonio, who never surrendered even in the face of certain defeat, they named their new government the Kingdom of Alamoa. Years and years went by and Alamoa expanded. The news of other large groups like their own disturbed them and they kept to themselves, bolstering their defenses. Alamoa welcomed travelers and craftsman, with their news, diversity, and skills. It has been a time of relative peace, but Queen Joanna is ready to expand even more and no one will get in her way...

Description of Economy:
Alamoa is a rural and rising industrial powerhouse. Much of her territory is in the former states of Texas, Oklahoma,, Arkansas, Alabama, Louisiana, and a tiny part of Mexico. She has thousands of miles of farms and plantations. Travelers keep business stimulated and the rights of freedom of enterprise has allowed business to expand by and large.

While housing many major cities, The Alamoan Army Corps of Engineers has gotten basic functions up and running so that big cities in Alamoa are fairly advanced by preset day standards. While with many resources, they keep trade inland, as Alamoans don't trust those from the outside easily, even if they do welcome them.

On the coast, ships have been rebuilt, built, or restarted to fish and find whatever else. This allows for work and enables Alamoa to have a small navy.

Description of Military:

The Alamoa's military force is quite impressive, that being the primary reason for their success. While Alamoa is a monarchy, there are no 'noblemen' per se. There are the military commanders, the governers, the royal council, and the royal family. The Alamoan military is very much structured like old world armed forces.


Alamoa Army



Leaders:

Marshal General Rosa Rodriguez

Brigadier General Anson Kirkman

Brigadier General Nigel Hoffers

Lieutenant General Duane King

Lieutenant General Jessie Shoemaker

Total Garrison:

200,300 Troops

Structure:

Alpha Corps - 50,000

Omega Corps - 50,000

Epsilon Corps - 50,000

Zeta Corps - 50,000

Army Corps of Engineers - 300

All Corps save for Army Corps of Engineers are Infantry, Cavalry, Archers, or Support Units. Zeta Corps is the home of all special units such as the Rangers of Alamo or the elite Rifle Battalion, the only battalion in the army to use rifles as their primary weapon. It is also the home of the heavy stormer unit, the Alamo Legionaries.

Soldiers:

Alamoan Infantryman



Equipped with a sword, shield, and some form of armor, these units are the backbone of the army. This particular soldier is a member of the Alamo Legionnaires.

Alamoan Cavalry



Equipped with spears and lances, swords and hammers, these units are crucial in mobile warfare. They tend to get better equipment than infantry due to their importance.

Alamoan Archers



Though very important for long range combat, the archer is the least armored unit and is kept in safe places and in the back of battle for maximum usefulness.

Rangers of the Alamo



The rangers are the elite scouts of Alamoa, and work year round inland and out in the wastes. They are the only unit that is allowed any weapon and armor of their choice. They answer directly to the General in command of Zeta Corps.

After The End, A Tale of Rebirth (Remake)

Name of Nation: Kingdom of Alamoa



Government Structure:
Matriarchal Monarchy

Leader(s):

Queen Joanna Cash
King Diego Cash
Royal Council

Culture:

The Kingdom of Alamoa is a culture centered around hard work, sacrifice, duty, and acceptance. This drive comes from the story of the legendary Alamo, now rebuilt as a glorious palace/fortress. The Alamo is the closest thing the kingdom has to widespread religion, The Story of the Alamo and The Alamo itself being sacred. Alamoa is known to many travelers as a safe haven for those who wish to live life the way they want. People escaping the Tabernacle Empire and Chicago Caliphate's religious persecution often end up in Alamoa, protected by its laws regarding freedom of religion. Many refugees also travel to Alamoa in the wake of bandit attacks on their homes outside the borders of the small nations.

While a monarchy with a fair bit of control over its citizens, Alamoan royalty understands that some rights are non-negotiable to keep a kingdom of this size running. Freedom of Religion, Freedom of Enterprise, and Freedom of Thought are the three major rights allowed in the kingdom. The job of the royal council (aside from advising the royal family) is to inform the King and Queen of the concerns of the people. And welcoming in immigrants strengthens the civilian population as a whole and keeps them family informed of the activities outside their borders. The monarchy is Matriarchal, meaning the female royals will ascend to power before males.

Demographics:
White - 45%
Latino/Hispanic - 30%
Black - 15%
Asian - 5%
Native American - 5%
Other - Unknown

English and Spanish are the two languages spoken in the kingdom fluently by 95% of people.

Nation History:

When the world went to hell, many fled to Refugee center that was established in downtown San Antonio. People have a way of surviving, even when life as they know it has ended. As the years past and it dawned on people that this was how life was going to be, they began to rebuild in their own way. San Antonio was a haven in the madness of the world and as the population grew, the citizens began to reorganize and expand, searching the wastes for other survivors. Most opposition was by raiders, slavers, and bandits looking to establish their own dominion. The scouts who fought off these attackers as they searched for life were deemed as Rangers by the blossoming new government.

Time went by and small wars with armies of bandits, cannibalistic tribes, and cultists raged. Finally, due to the dire nature of the world, a monarchy and council of trusted people were put in place. Armies were organized and walls were built. In the spirit of the Alamo in San Antonio, who never surrendered even in the face of certain defeat, they named their new government the Kingdom of Alamoa. Years and years went by and Alamoa expanded. The news of other large groups like their own disturbed them and they kept to themselves, bolstering their defenses. Alamoa welcomed travelers and craftsman, with their news, diversity, and skills. It has been a time of relative peace, but Queen Joanna is ready to expand even more and no one will get in her way...

Description of Economy:
Alamoa is a rural and rising industrial powerhouse. Much of her territory is in the former states of Texas, Oklahoma,, Arkansas, Alabama, Louisiana, and a tiny part of Mexico. She has thousands of miles of farms and plantations. Travelers keep business stimulated and the rights of freedom of enterprise has allowed business to expand by and large.

While housing many major cities, The Alamoan Army Corps of Engineers has gotten basic functions up and running so that big cities in Alamoa are fairly advanced by preset day standards. While with many resources, they keep trade inland, as Alamoans don't trust those from the outside easily, even if they do welcome them.

On the coast, ships have been rebuilt, built, or restarted to fish and find whatever else. This allows for work and enables Alamoa to have a small navy.

Description of Military:

The Alamoa's military force is quite impressive, that being the primary reason for their success. While Alamoa is a monarchy, there are no 'noblemen' per se. There are the military commanders, the governers, the royal council, and the royal family. The Alamoan military is very much structured like old world armed forces.

Alamoa Army



Leaders:

Marshal General Rosa Rodriguez

Brigadier General Anson Kirkman

Brigadier General Nigel Hoffers

Lieutenant General Duane King

Lieutenant General Jessie Shoemaker

Total Garrison:

200,300 Troops

Structure:

Alpha Corps - 50,000

Omega Corps - 50,000

Epsilon Corps - 50,000

Zeta Corps - 50,000

Army Corps of Engineers - 300

All Corps save for Army Corps of Engineers are Infantry, Cavalry, Archers, or Support Units. Zeta Corps is the home of all special units such as the Rangers of Alamo or the elite Rifle Battalion, the only battalion in the army to use rifles as their primary weapon. It is also the home of the heavy stormer unit, the Alamo Legionaries.

Soldiers:

Alamoan Infantryman



Equipped with a sword, shield, and some form of armor, these units are the backbone of the army. This particular soldier is a member of the Alamo Legionnaires.

Alamoan Cavalry



Equipped with spears and lances, swords and hammers, these units are crucial in mobile warfare. They tend to get better equipment than infantry due to their importance.

Alamoan Archers



Though very important for long range combat, the archer is the least armored unit and is kept in safe places and in the back of battle for maximum usefulness.

Rangers of the Alamo



The rangers are the elite scouts of Alamoa, and work year round inland and out in the wastes. They are the only unit that is allowed any weapon and armor of their choice. They answer directly to the General in command of Zeta Corps.

@Nerevarine Finished!

After The End, A Tale of Rebirth (Remake)

Interested as well, I'll start on a sheet.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Hey, so, I forgot to mention that I'll be with family all thanksgiving week. And 99% sure I will not have personal access to the internet. If this starts up during break, sorry I'm not here. If you want to kick me out I'm totally cool with it. I leave tomorrow morning.@Ellri@Fallenreaper@Sundered Echo

Fallout: Brothers to the End

@vietmyke Hey, so, I forgot to mention that I'll be with family all thanksgiving week. And 99% sure I will not have personal access to the internet. So if you want to kick me out, totally understandable. I leave tomorrow morning.

FateFallen - Dark Souls-Inspired Sci-Fi Medieval RP (FULL ATM)

@ClocktowerEchos Hey, so, I forgot to mention that I'll be with family all thanksgiving week. And 99% sure I will not have personal access to the internet. So if you want to kick me out, totally understandable. I leave tomorrow morning.

FateFallen - Dark Souls-Inspired Sci-Fi Medieval RP (FULL ATM)

Sir Jakos Istanloz

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Sir Jakos Istanloz
^{❰ Male ⟡ Knight ❱}

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

Sir Jakos is a giant of a man. He stands at 6 foot 4 inches and is pure muscle. Without his armor he has olive colored skin with warm but tired brown eyes and curly black hair. He looks to be in his early 30s. He has little fat, with a tiny bit congregating around his middle, just enough so his abdominal muscles are barely visible unflexed. His armor is beige and heavy. The symbol that his helmet presents is the insignia of his former lord.

_{B I O G R A P H Y}

Jakos, like other fatefallen, barely remembers anything about his past life. He's deduced from his armor and symbols that he was a warrior and from his sword, which was covered in faint scratches and nicks, he had seen much battle. Of course he had a feeling even without these clues that he had seen much battle, as blood vividly came to his memory at random times. The people in the picture that was on him, he surmised must have been someone important to him. He saw a younger version of himself and a woman holding an infant with a man with grey hair. The woman showed no resemblance to himself or the other man and the baby she was holding was darker in skin tone than she was. The man could be a relative, they had the same curly hair and dark skin and the same kind of smile. But he noticed that his younger self had his arm around the woman and they were close together. Perhaps the infant was...

Whatever the relation, Jakos always felt a wave of warmth when he looked at the photo and felt as it was his lucky charm.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Jakos sees his 'resurrection' as a sign. A sign of what, he isn't sure. He isn't a man to look into the deeper meaning of things. He's noble and honest and in a world of pain. The memory of his long gone family is seared into his brain and at times he wished he hadn't been woken up. Jakos likes up close and personal. In his humanity, his armor weighed him don significantly and his sword took a decent amount of effort to swing. But now, it seems the effort has been halved. He is an expert with his great sword, able to maneuver it in ways lesser men couldn't. Despite being a skilled combatant, Jakos is also a strategist, having extensive knowledge of battle strategy. He can effectively move allies to strategic positions to swing the battle to their favor.

_{E Q U I P M E N T}

- The Sergeant: Jakos's great sword, a razor sharp blade that many of his foes have fallen on and many more will fall to its wrath.

- The X-F2 Armor: A technologically advanced suit of armor, the high tech visor has many functions such as recon spotting, vitals indicator, inventory management to name a few. The armor also has a special feature where then user can focus extra protection a specific area. This renders all other functions useless however, as all power is diverted to that protection,

_{M I S C}

⟡ Family Photo

A photograph of Jakos's mystery companions. It doesn't have any practical use, but Jakos always feels a bit luckier when he has it with him.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Varlo Jissard

Technical data

Name: Varlo Jissard
Species: Nautolan
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Faction: Jedi Rescuer
Rank: Knight
Specialization: Jedi Healer
Master: N/A
Former master(s): Rana Trehug, Rik Horne

Concerning you

You are on a mission. How did you dress for it? What else can you say about your looks?

I've dressed in simple yet effective Jedi robes. There is nothing to get in the way should I need to move quickly and it allows me to access the things I need. The robes are sleeveless (similar to that in the photo). Down the back is cloak like, but the front is open so that I can move freely when I need to and not worry about getting caught in the folds. I wear beige trousers with all terrain boots held up by a simple brown belt. There are several medical pockets and pouches I have in several places along my outfit to store things like bandages and drugs.

The gold bands around my head-tresses signify my passing of the Knight Trials and my status as a Jedi Knight. It provides minimal protection as its made of a lightweight metal that's able to rest comfortably around my tresses. It may stop a vibro-blade aiming for my head but that's about it.

Varlo

As for my looks, my skin is aqua-green and my eyes black, like all of my species. My physique is slim and toned and despite my smaller physique I'm reasonably strong, having had to carry more than one person out of the heat of battle. I also keep in shape with endurance training and practicing my lightsaber forms in case I need to protect a patient. Even though I'm not combat oriented, I've seen my share of battles. I have two scars from the weapon of a deranged killer over my left eye and several scars along my arms and legs of varying sizes due to a whole number of reasons.

In order to confront the Sith, you need to be strong. Name one weakness or flaw you have identified but not neutralized.

Attachment. I can become very attached to people, any person I care about I will do irrational things, things that may jeopardize a mission or put others or myself in danger. I often combat with it and can overpower it if there are more people at risk if I do something but its still a struggle and a fear of mine every time a battle begins and as a healer in this time of war, I've seen my fair share so far.

I'm very merciful, to a fault as some of my peers would say. I simply can't finish off an opponent, its not in my nature. At the worst I'll severely injure them and then knock them out but I won't kill them. I've seen enough of that from the Sith. That being said my mercy has backfired in the past and it resulted in the death of my first master, which I regret to this day.

Fighting Sith is not easy. How do you plan to use the Force for this?

I train in the base force abilities daily, such as modifying attributes of my body or manipulating objects or even sending waves of pure energy out to repel attackers. I usually use the force to stun and repel attackers but facing off against foot soldiers 99% the time has convinced me to train in blaster deflection and disabling moves. I use the force to heal people, preferably my allies but I will tend to my enemies as well, not without proper precautions of course. I can revitalize my fellow Jedi and republic soldiers, though this is an exhausting process.

Sure, you can use the Force… but what else can you do?

I'm trained in advanced medicine and studying every day. I'm an expert at Shii-Cho, as I've not needed any other form. I've been in numerous battles, so I've some notion of strategy and leading men, even if it is just a small area for a medical camp. Medical camps are often targets in battles so I've often had a hand in organizing a defense against the Sith and even have taken down a couple of apprentices. Plus the stress and fear of racing into a firefight to pull out wounded men has made me cool under pressure. I'm also trained in survival techniques should disaster strike and I'm stranded. I can fly fighters alright but anything bigger than that would be best for others.

Something got you to join this mission. What was it? What events shaped your life?

I was born in 3675. I don't know if I was born on Glee Anselm or not, because I was left on the doorstep of a Jedi Academy when I was 3 years old. They said I was laughing and levitating a Nautolan toy. So the Jedi took me in and began to teach and train me. I thrived in the environment, I was patient, compassionate, and had a love of learning. Sometimes a little too sensitive, I let my emotions take over when I was younger. I made friends and life was good. I had difficulty practicing with the lightsaber and much of the physical aspect, even though I was tall for my age, I was surprisingly weak. Its actually kind of embarrassing to think back on that now.

Despite all that, I managed to break through the barrier (and actually gain a little muscle in the process). My Initiate Trials of Wisdom and Insight went by smoothly but it was my trial of skill that showed me actual adversity for the first time in my life. We initiates were tasked to go into a canyon to find our crystals. Alone. The prospect terrified me at the time and I think I was by far the most nervous. But we went in and diverged in the path to find our crystals. I was walking along the edge of a drop, there was a sort of warmth nearby and the canyon was dreadfully cold, with howling wind and the like. Then I saw the crystal, wedged into a rather narrow slice of rock just below a ledge. I figured if I just peeked over and snatched it I would be good to go. The wind had other plans.

I was blown off the edge and fell into the gorge, I righted myself and scrabbled desperately at the wall until I came to an abrupt stop. I was danging my just a sliver of rock protruding from the rock wall, my finger tips were bloody and the crystal was 10 feet above me. And, of all things, I started to cry, hanging there, above certain death. Pretty stupid right? After a minute or so I calmed myself down and thought. The crystal was my number one priority and so I thought about getting the crystal that was in the rock just ten feet above me. Ten measly feet. And all of a sudden, the green crystal was floating down to me and was in front of my face. Now what, right? Well, I got this feeling, like, I should just trust the force. And so I did and I let go. Then a powerful gust of wind came from the gorge and I landed softly (not really gracefully) inside a small cavern dug into the side of the rock wall with my crystal. There was a steep climb that looked like it would lead back to the top.

I must have climbed for 40 minutes before I got there, but I made it and I wasn't even the last one. I successfully constructed my lightsaber and was delighted to see the green blade. Jedi Healer Rana Trehug chose me as her padawan and she was the main inspiration for my interest in healing others. She also died at the young age of 28. She was a Duros, who rarely become Jedi. I was 11 years old when I became her Padawan and she was 25. For the first few years, we went of a variety of missions. Peacekeeping, Sentient Aid, Medical Facilities. The only combat I saw in those years was watching a battle from inside a ship. My master taught me the ways of healing, most likely without the consent of the council and I found I took to it with interest and enthusiasm. She was a kind person with a heart of gold. She felt like the mother I never had. And its my own compassion that got her killed.

It was the first battle I was directly involved, I was 14. My master and I had been assigned to a planet wide patrol on Cyrillia, it was important for the republic to make sure that relations were friendly with the Cyrillians so we could keep making use of their droids. It was my master, myself, and about a dozen republic troopers in a small ship. We had been there for a week and this was just a routine patrol, no one expected a fight. The Sith ship came out of nowhere, how it had gotten past the other security I have no idea. It opened fire, sending everyone sprawling from the impact. By the time I had gotten to my feet, they were boarding. The fight was brief and intense. Sith troopers breached the door and blaster bolts filled the air. It was all I could do not to get blown away by one and then I felt it. The hate, the passion, the ambition. It was an Apprentice. And he made a beeline for the two Jedi on the ship.

It was fear like I never felt, our sabers clashing, every swing even closer to death than the last. Then I missed a swing and he used that opportunity to slam me in the gut with the force, sending me flying directly upwards, bashing into the ceiling and coming down with a hard crash. I was extremely dizzy and pretty sure I was bleeding, but when my vision focused I saw the Sith pressing down on my master, slashing at her with such ferocity. Then she crumpled and the air smelled of singed flesh. And I was on my feet, lightsaber ignited and sliding. I don't know what surprised him more. The fact I was conscious or the fact I had just sliced his hamstrings open. It was hate and anger and fear like I had never known and the pure shock (to both of us) propelled me into blasting him out the window with the force and sent him tumbling to the planet below.

This all had happened within the span of a few minutes. We had fended off the attackers, but there were only four of us left. We rode back in silence and all I could do was go over what had just happened in my head. Over. And over. And over again. I was taken back to Coruscant after that and I became withdrawn. They informed me that I had passed the requirements for the combat aspect of The Trial of Skill but I didn't really care. I just studied and practiced, going through the motions. I barely ate, had trouble sleeping. There were nightmares every night. It was a few months before I was deemed fit for duty and even then, I was never the same and the council knew it. I was assigned to a Jedi Investigator, Rik Horne. He was older than Rana when she died, around 31. He was outgoing and cheerful, as I had been and I suppose the council thought he would mend my spirit. And he did, but I was never the same again. I vowed to continue studying medicine on my own in honor of Rana's memory and was determined to become a healer just as she was.

I went on all kinds of missions with Rik, battles, peacekeeping missions, and even criminal cases. And one such criminal case I earned the scars over my left eye. I was 16, two years after Rana died. We were on a remote colony I can't remember the name of. The people requested an investigator for a serial killer case, a dozen found dead with only one survivor. I had taken up studying psychology on my own (something the council was acutely aware of, as well as my continued study of all forms of medicine) coupled with my constantly growing knowledge of medicine and an experienced Jedi Investigator we were the perfect duo for the job.

I inspected the bodies when we arrived, all gruesome, all in fatal spots of the body. While humans were the majority race of this colony, there were a few aliens living with them and there one or two aliens among the victims. In this case, it seemed the killer slashed wherever they thought would be fatal with obvious comparison to the human form. We then went on to interview the survivor after I shared what I found out with Rik, which besides the obvious lack of knowledge in Alien Biology, the killer also used what was likely a custom made weapon, with two razor sharp blades. The survivor was terrified, she was maimed and constantly in pain and clearly suffering from the beginning stages of PTSD and I knew it was only going to get worse.

Rik managed to get the location of where she was attacked and we headed there. It was an abandoned warehouse (of course it was) and there was blood everywhere. I had the feeling there were a pair of eyes on me, but I couldn't see anyone around. I should have known better and I'm lucky my master did otherwise I'd probably be dead. We spit balled a few theories on our way back but they were long shots. I suggested we go back and interview the victim to see if she has any connection to the warehouse or anyone who worked there. Rik beamed at me and agreed. Once there, we finally got some results. A business operated out of there 20 years ago and it was run by her father. It got foreclosed because his employees, his 12 employees banned against him for unfair wages. He disappeared some years later and left her all alone.

I remember I was dozing in her room, I promised I would keep watch through the night but the evening's events had left me drained. Then I felt a sudden rush of anger and betrayal and I woke in an instant. He had followed us, just as my master predicted but he was much faster than I imagined and he slashed me in an uppercut with gauntlets with two razor sharp blades bolted on, like claws. It hurt. A lot. But the adrenaline kept me clear headed and I ignited my saber, all the while the girl was screaming and sliced his head open. He fell in a lifeless thump and I collapsed backwards in my chair as I saw my master rush towards me. That earned me my Trial of Flesh.

Another year and a half would go by before I attempted the other trials. It was...incredibly difficult. I confronted my guilt of the death of my first master and managed to forgive myself for failing her. I completed the Trial of Courage by pulling two wounded troopers out of a suicide mission, where death was assured. And finally, I completed the trial of insight when I resisted the lies of a woman who turned out to be a thief. This all took several months and I was finally able to remove my padawan braid. But I felt I needed something to truly show I was a knight, so I visited a Jedi Artisan, Koren Omi-Ren and asked him to make me protective gold bands for my head-tresses. Only when I put those on did I feel like a Jedi knight.

After I was knighted, I kept on studying medicine in hopes of becoming a healer for the order like my first master. I traveled to study with master healers on planets far and wide. It was some of the most advanced stuff I had ever seen. I kept sending in my reports to the council of my progress and of the status of each planet (they had requested on my travels for knowledge I monitor the many planets and report any and everything I find.) Finally, two years after I became a knight I was called back to Coruscant to take the Healer's Exam. I had qualified to take the advanced exam. It was the hardest test I had ever taken. It was 3 hours long and finally I finished it. A few days later I was called back and given the specialization of Healer. It had been 6 years since Rana died and I was at long last, following in her footsteps.

I began going anywhere and everywhere that needed a healer. I went through countless battles, one where I clashed with another Apprentice and his war-band attacking a medical camp. I defeated him and tried to spare his life, but he used an electric shock to kill the commanding officer of the battle and I was forced to slay him. Again, my mercy got another killed and again I felt all of it. More time passed and more people needed my help. It was rare I was sent to a peaceful place, but I enjoyed doing it, to make up for my past mistakes.

But The Sacking of Coruscant, the only thing that will heal that wound is taking back whats ours and taking the Sith that took our people down.

What are you like, and what keeps you motivated?

Before the death of Rana I was cheerful, outgoing, goofy. Now I suppose I'd be considered serious, solemn, and a little sarcastic at times. I care greatly for people of all kinds and backgrounds and I can't bring myself to harm my enemies unless I'm absolutely forced to. I have the utmost respect for all Jedi and many other noble causes in the galaxy. I'm motivated by my dedication to the order and my mission to make up for my past mistakes by healing as many people as I can.

How do you fight with lightsabers?

I'm an expert in Shii-Cho, though that's a small feat compared to some instructors complete and total mastery of the form. When I fight, I aim to disarm and disable my opponent. Fighting on the defensive is a waste of energy, at least against another lightsaber wielder. They most certainly want to kill you so you have to push back just as hard. I like to use my environment to my advantage and while Shii-Cho doesn't typically incorporate acrobatic moves, I've added a few of my own flair. Against opponent wielding blasters I stay defensive, usually able to take them out with the force and simply deflecting their own bolts back at them. If I do storm them, like in an assault, I'll try to get behind them and break up their ranks.

How do you relate to the other characters?

Koren Omi-Ren: The Jedi who made the protective bands for my head-tresses. I don't get to talk to him much, but I find him a pleasant person. @Sep

Rana Trehug: My first master and the woman who sparked my interest in healing. I know that you are resting peacefully with the force.

Rik Horne: My second and final master and wise cracking Jedi Investigator. I'm sure you're out there busting a criminal and commenting on his poor hygiene as well.

Out of Character

How powerful is he in the Force?

Varlo is a reasonably skilled Jedi Knight, who has trained to better himself in both combative and passive force abilities. Obviously he's more adept at passive than combative, but if he hadn't striven for Healer, he might have had a future as a Jedi Sage.

Powers: All Basic Powers befitting of a Studious Jedi Knight, that is to say, a little more proficient than your average Jedi Knight.

- Force Healing (Advanced)
- Droid Disable (Intermediate) [AKA Stun/Short Out Temporarily]
- Force Deflection (Intermediate)
- Revitalize (Novice)
- Force Stun (Novice)

Has your character encountered members of the other factions before?

He knows Koren Omi-Ren of the Jedi Prisoners.

Your character can’t know his/her every weakness or flaw. Which ones were missing above?

While Varlo likes to think himself a skilled combatant (and compared to other healers, he could be considered one) he is still no match against any Sith Apprentice without the force. Factoring in strength, agility, and pure skill, if it were a one one one duel without the force he would almost certainly be killed. This poses a problem if the Sith he's dueling is more powerful in the force than he is.

He's also woefully unpracticed in martial combat and if he's unarmed, he will rely entirely on the force.

The Dark Side. How well does your character resist it?

In the past, Varlo has managed to resist it with success. He has a very strong connection with the light side of the force. He doesn't question his morals because he knows he's doing the right thing. Even if he was forced to do something drastic and horrible, I doubt he would fall to the dark side immediately. However, a powerful Sith could likely manipulate his thoughts when he's at a vulnerable and cause him to do something desperate.

What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her?

As stated above. Varlo knows himself fairly well and has good intentions.

Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?

I'd prefer Varlo not die, other than that do what you like to him.

Do the ends justify the means?

As long as its not too ghastly, Varlo can hardly stand war as it is with a quick kill.

Captivity. Do you want him/her to potentially be captured?

If it makes sense, but Varlo is very intelligent, not to mention agile.

What do you think your character is doing in a few IC months?

If the mission is a success, he'll most likely be somewhere providing aid. Other than that, still working on rescuing the prisoners.

Does your character have any secrets useful for the GMs’ plots?

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