Wildling

Black Fall Universe: Los Angeles (Superhuman RP Interest & Planning)

I'm extremely interested in this. Just wanted to throw my hat in the ring.

Super City: Seattle

Interested.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

@JessieTargaryen

*Cough*I would also like to join if possible.*Cough*

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

Taris

Two enforcers, a Devaronian and a Clawdite, dropped the Weequay at Jouren’s feet. The Weequay’s fear was palpable to all in the room as he rose to his knees, but he maintained his stony gaze. “Tell him what happened.” The Devaronian instructed, with a helpful kick to the side to get him going. The Weequay fell to the ground again, but opted to tell his story from the floor instead of getting up. “There was a combat droid. Had some sort of circle on his head. Like nothing I’ve seen. He was threatening me, asking about you. He wanted to know if I’d seen you around here. It must’ve been a bounty. Listen, I know you’re one of those fancy types from Coruscant. Real civilized. So please, have mercy. There wasn’t anything I could do but tell him.”

Jouren kneeled down, looking at the spice addict eye-to-eye. “A droid asked after me. A killing machine, coming to take away from you the only way to feed your addiction. I, like the gracious and generous businessman I am, give you the things you need for much cheaper than anyone else. I place a trust in you, a belief that you’ll stay silent in this exact scenario. And what do you do? You go behind my back and let him know that I’m here.” The Weequay was now quivering with fear. Jouren drew one of his blasters, aimlessly toying with it. “These actions cannot be ignored. However, they will be forgiven. But my forgiveness comes at a price.”

The Weequay visibly relaxed. “Name it, I’ll do my best to find it for you.” Jouren smiled. “You don’t have to find it. It’s the very thing that allowed you to betray me.” He turned to the Clawdite. “Cut out his tongue.” The anger in his voice offset his earlier politeness and betrayed his emotions as he spoke. “And if anyone else speaks a word to that droid, the punishment you receive from me will be much, much worse than whatever that piece of scrap can do to you.”

@countlessinsect

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

The Criminal

Jouren was surrounded by enemies. As he whipped out his blaster pistol and snuck another glance at the woman beside him, all he could think was that it was good to be back. While being a fugitive was something new, his life had hardly gotten duller. He was in a tough spot, sure, but with a blaster in his hand and a beautiful woman beside him, he couldn't go wrong. "Come out now, scum. There's ten of us, and one of you. No way to get out of this," The hitman shouted to him, "I’m feeling generous, so I'll give you one chance to get out of this alive. Come out with your hands up." Jouren thought for a bit, before shouting his response back: "No thank you!" And with that, he leaped out.

TALINN DISTRICT - TARIS

"We've arrived." The transport's pilot growled, jolting Jouren from his slumber and ending his dreams. He rubbed his eyes and donned his helmet with a sigh. He had very rarely removed it since his change in status, but the flight to Taris had been a lonely one. Jouren even being the lone passenger. Jouren even had to pay extra credits just to get the pilot to fly him here, what with the lack of other passengers. Thankfully, business for the pilot was slow, and as Jouren took one more look at his passage to anonymity, it was obvious why; the ship was a hunk of junk. Not to mention the ride had been a turbulent one, and had it not been for Jouren's complete exhaustion, the pilot's lack of skill likely would've caused him to not sleep at all. "That means get out." snapped the pilot, snapping Jouren out of his inner monologue and forcing him to pick up his small amount of luggage and face his new life.

Jouren stepped off of the transport, and at once a wave of nausea struck him as the stench of the wasteland wormed its way through his helmet's filter. Not one to linger in unpleasant situations, he moved deeper into the city. As Jouren began to move farther into the ecumenopolis, he began gazing up at the massive towers that loomed above him. He caught a glimpse of a significantly more lavish-looking transport than the one he arrived on landing on a well-maintained landing pad and sighed, remembering his more luxurious days as a crime lord. Before the Empire decided to come after him. Before he had to flee to this damned place.

Jouren, after an unnecessary amount of searching, finally pinpointed a cantina where he could hopefully find the answer to his sorrows at the bottom of a glass. As he pushed open the swinging doors and began facing the glares of the patrons of the establishment he realized that this may not have been the wisest decision. However his anxieties were silenced as he reassured himself that none of the inhabitants of this hellhole had probably even heard of him, so the idea of them actively searching for him was preposterous. The heels of his boots sounded across the cold hard floor as he made his way deeper into the cantina, finally deciding on a quiet booth in the back. Jouren slumped down at first, but sat up as a some-what bland Twi’lek waitress began making her way over to him. “Can I help you with anything?” She asked him, her dull eyes matching her tone. “I’ll have whatever’s strongest.” The waitress barked a harsh laugh, before silencing herself. “If you say so.” She walked off without another word. Now that he had some space, Jouren took the opportunity to listen to some of the conversations around him. “L-Listen, I’ll get you the m-money! I just need a little time!” He smiled under the helmet’s dark facade. It had been a while since he heard that line. He quickly shifted his attention to a different exchange of hushed murmurs. -“Word is, everyone there was either turned into swiss cheese by blasterfire or melted by the radiation.”
-“Damn. I was only a week from starting there, too. What do you think it was?”
-“Must’ve been an army. There’s no way in hell one man who did that.”
-“As long as I’m not on the receiving end of it.”
Jouren turned his attention back to the waitress as she reappeared with a glass filled with some sort of murky swill. “Well?” He looked up at her. “This is it?” She extended her hand. Jouren dropped a credit chip into her hand and removed his helmet, ignoring the stare he undoubtedly received from her. She left without another word, and Jouren put his head in his hands as the hopelessness of his situation began to set in.

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

Does anyone have a need for a Chiss criminal? I need to find some way to slip him in.

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

The Criminal

Jouren Ocheron

“Trik Ferre”

Appearance

Age: 22

Race: Chiss

Brief Bio: Jouren was born in the underbelly of Coruscant by a mother who abandoned him as soon as he could fend for himself, and a father who he never met. He was quickly taught how to survive in the lower levels, and it meant doing whatever he could to keep himself on top. While this could turn any man sour, let alone a little boy, he distinguished himself among all the other mongrels by maintaining manners and a certain...genteel quality. He appeared reasonable on the surface, but as soon as the other urchins he surrounded himself with betrayed him, he would strike with ferocity and bloodlust. It was due to these qualities that he was able to slowly claw his way out of the dank pit he called his home. He grew in influence by selling spice, dealing weapons, and most illegal business ventures, but maintained his secretive status. The Empire had no quarrels with him; He was bringing a sort of order to the criminals of Coruscant, and they were fine with turning a blind eye, as it allowed them to focus on more pressing matters.

One of those pressing matters turned out to be the Rebel threat, and it grew until they obliterated the Empire and took control for themselves. They called themselves the New Republic, and claimed they stood for democracy, but Jouren didn't care what they stood for; he just wanted them to allow him to continue his work. At this point, he had taken almost complete control of the lower sectors of Coruscant, but the Imperial Remnant would not let that stand. They raided his base, seizing his assets and murdering his men as he fled the planet. He fled to the Outer Rim, taking as many of his soldiers as he could and hiring additional ex-imperial mercenaries to protect him from both the authorities and bounty hunters. After being chased again and again, Jouren faked his own death, destroying all records of him and making a new name for himself, as Trik Ferre. He now lives in hiding among the scum of the galaxy. However, with enemies on every side, he may have to decide who to fight for soon enough.

Faction: None.

Personality: While Jouren is, in most cases, a criminal, he maintains his manners and is always polite with those he does business with. That being said, in the event they attempt to take advantage of him or betray him, he does not hesitate to strike, either by physical means or by absorbing their assets. Jouren prefers to have conversations with people, as opposed to simply skipping pleasantries and cutting to the chase. He’s quite friendly with those he trusts among his ranks, and secretly yearns to find someone he can deeply trust and have a connection with.

Physical description: Jouren stands at around 6’0”, with a rugged, athletic build from his years in the slums. His short and neatly-combed black hair contrasts with his striking blood red eyes, and his sharp blue skin stands out against his dark clothing. His outfit usually consists of a pair of brown boots with durasteel tips, black pants, a long grey tunic, a cloak/overcoat used to conceal his weapons, rust-red gloves, and a matching rust-red helmet. He goes out of his way to conceal his appearance from prying eyes. The Chiss are few and far between, and someone could connect him to his past identity from his appearance. His heavily tattooed neck and arms are similarly concealed.

Equipment:
- A pair of LL-30S blaster pistols.
- A commlink.
- A vibro-knife.
- A small collection of credits concealed within the pockets of his tunic.

Ship (Optional):
- A YV-666 Light Freighter, yet to be given a name.

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

@Honesty Crow
Done! I assume I can post it in the CHAR tab?

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

The Criminal

Jouren Ocheron

“Trik Ferre”

Appearance

Age: 22

Race: Chiss

Brief Bio: Jouren was born in the underbelly of Coruscant by a mother who abandoned him as soon as he could fend for himself, and a father who he never met. He was quickly taught how to survive in the lower levels, and it meant doing whatever he could to keep himself on top. While this could turn any man sour, let alone a little boy, he distinguished himself among all the other mongrels by maintaining manners and a certain...genteel quality. He appeared reasonable on the surface, but as soon as the other urchins he surrounded himself with betrayed him, he would strike with ferocity and bloodlust. It was due to these qualities that he was able to slowly claw his way out of the dank pit he called his home. He grew in influence by selling spice, dealing weapons, and most illegal business ventures, but maintained his secretive status. The Empire had no quarrels with him; He was bringing a sort of order to the criminals of Coruscant, and they were fine with turning a blind eye, as it allowed them to focus on more pressing matters.

One of those pressing matters turned out to be the Rebel threat, and it grew until they obliterated the Empire and took control for themselves. They called themselves the New Republic, and claimed they stood for democracy, but Jouren didn't care what they stood for; he just wanted them to allow him to continue his work. At this point, he had taken almost complete control of the lower sectors of Coruscant, but the Imperial Remnant would not let that stand. They raided his base, seizing his assets and murdering his men as he fled the planet. He fled to the Outer Rim, taking as many of his soldiers as he could and hiring additional ex-imperial mercenaries to protect him from both the authorities and bounty hunters. After being chased again and again, Jouren faked his own death, destroying all records of him and making a new name for himself, as Trik Ferre. He now lives in hiding among the scum of the galaxy. However, with enemies on every side, he may have to decide who to fight for soon enough.

Faction: None.

Personality: While Jouren is, in most cases, a criminal, he maintains his manners and is always polite with those he does business with. That being said, in the event they attempt to take advantage of him or betray him, he does not hesitate to strike, either by physical means or by absorbing their assets. Jouren prefers to have conversations with people, as opposed to simply skipping pleasantries and cutting to the chase. He’s quite friendly with those he trusts among his ranks, and secretly yearns to find someone he can deeply trust and have a connection with.

Physical description: Jouren stands at around 6’0”, with a rugged, athletic build from his years in the slums. His short and neatly-combed black hair contrasts with his striking blood red eyes, and his sharp blue skin stands out against his dark clothing. His outfit usually consists of a pair of brown boots with durasteel tips, black pants, a long grey tunic, a cloak/overcoat used to conceal his weapons, rust-red gloves, and a matching rust-red helmet. He goes out of his way to conceal his appearance from prying eyes. The Chiss are few and far between, and someone could connect him to his past identity from his appearance. His heavily tattooed neck and arms are similarly concealed.

Equipment:
- A pair of LL-30S blaster pistols.
- A commlink.
- A vibro-knife.
- A small collection of credits concealed within the pockets of his tunic.

Ship (Optional):
- A YV-666 Light Freighter, yet to be given a name.

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

@Honesty Crow
Is this still open?