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No Heroes: A Star Wars Tale

I'll be working on my character opinions tomorrow.

No Heroes: A Star Wars Tale

Really like our group of characters so far. Definitely an interesting unit

No Heroes: A Star Wars Tale

Posted a character, hope it's acceptable

No Heroes: A Star Wars Tale

Name:
Gendro March (Mostly goes by March)

Age:
27

Planet of Birth:
Concord Dawn

Species:
Human

Skills/Abilities:-
- Sniper: March is known a one of the best sharpshooters in the galaxy, often rated in the top 3. He is well known for extreme long distance shots and rebounding his blasts off of the environment.

- Close Quarters Combat: March can handle himself in a fist fight and is quite keen on breaking his opponents limbs with quick submissions.

- Tracking: Born and raised hunting wildlife, March is renowned for his ability to track a target and even predict where they’re going next. He understands people and environments very quickly which gives him a great tactical advantage.

- Hustler’s Charm: As stated before, March is very good at understanding people and can very easily mould his own attitude and image to reflect his targets wants and needs, making his information gathering skills very valuable.

Equipment:-
- CM Reaper Sniper Rifle
- DC-15 Side Arm Blaster
- Electric Charged Shoto Club
- EMP


Personality:
March is a unique individual. He appears to be of sound mind and strong spirit. He rarely makes long-lasting relationships with men or women and professes to have never fallen in love. March maintains no friendships from before leaving Concord Dawn and only the most irregular contact with friends from his late teens. March is not nostalgic, but lives firmly in the present. He has only vague notions or thoughts about old age and retirement, which he does not seem to think he will live to see. He enjoys pushing himself to the limit, both mentally and physically. March's stress levels actually drop when the stakes are higher. He is prone to boredom and mild depression when not challenged. He has strong interpersonal skills and appears somewhat lackadaisical and flirtatious to the outside world despite his inner craving for solitude. He can act comfortably in many situations, but does not seek out companionship except, most notably, for sexual recreation. March's lone wolf personality-type tends to attract others.

He is goal-oriented, but he often seeks these goals in an indirect and secretive way. He has kept many areas of his life meticulously compartmentalized, never allowing the emotional issues from the loss of his family or from relationships to intrude on his professional life. March seems to have an emotional and mental need for multiple layers of reality. He thrives when not revealing all of himself, carefully organizing the aspects of his personality he reveals to others. Thus he is excellent at burying information he does not wish to reveal, making him a very good security risk if questioned under almost any circumstance.
March treats his “fake death” almost like a real death. He considers himself dead and everything he has done since as a dream. He believes firmly in immediacy, the moment is all that matters…

History:
Gendro March was born on Concord Dawn to a simple farming family. Much of his childhood was spent helping around the farm and out in the thick jungles hunting with his father. From an early age he showed much promise in sharpshooting, his parents knew that young Gendro was not made for farming like them, he had a greater destiny. The boys goal was to become a Journeyman Protector for Concord Dawn, so he worked constantly to hone is skills, he wanted to protect his planet. Things changed for Gendro when one day, the family travelled into a nearby town for supplies. As they gathered their needs, a rogue band of criminals invaded the town and forced everyone to give up what valuables they had. The March family, being principled and humble, refused. All were gunned down, including Gendro but either by luck or fate, he survived.

After recovering from his wounds, thirteen year old Gendro was initially filled with rage. The criminals had gotten away with murder and the townsfolk had all but stood by and done nothing to help. And these were the people Gendro wanted to protect? No. They weren’t worth it. His family was gone, he had no past and now with no one to share it with, no future either. Gendro only had the present, the only moment that mattered. Hitching all the way to Coruscant, the boy dropped his forename and began to live a low life in the slums of the Capital City.

Hooking up with a group of travelling assassins, March watched them intently. Quietly learning every trick of their trade. No longer did he want to protect. All he could do now was what he had done since near birth and that’s hunt. For years he was trained to be a hunter of men and finally at eighteen, March was assigned his first target, a senator. Tracking him was easy, the senator made it all too obvious that he was into some pretty dirty stuff. He visited places like Mos Eisly often, hiring gunrunners to supply his troops for an illegal war. When the time eventually came, March had no qualms with pulling the trigger.

Upon graduating to the life of an assassin, March made a name for himself for his skill. Always returning to Coruscant as a base, it was here he was approached with an offer to join a new rebellion. It paid ok but the credits weren’t what interested him; the idea of testing his skills and hunting out some of the most interesting prey? That did though…

No Heroes: A Star Wars Tale

Definitely interested

Gotham City Stories (Always Accepting)

Hey guys, I'm sorry it looks like this one just isn't happening. Which is an absolute shame.

Thank you all for participating in the original and sticking with me up until this point. I hope we all get to rp again in the future.

Gotham City Stories (Always Accepting)

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Gotham City Stories (Always Accepting)

Intro for episode 1 is up!

Gotham City Stories (Always Accepting)

EPISODE 1: THE TRIAL OF HARVEY DENT

21 YEARS AGO…

“Hey hun” The female voice called from the kitchen. “I was thinking, we should take a trip to Metropolis this weekend. Maybe visit Clark, I haven’t seen him in a while” Gilda had such a lovely voice, it was like birds singing for Harvey. “Sure sweetheart. We’ll head out that way as soon as I wrap up this case against Maroni” Harv straightened out is red tie and brushed the final crease from his navy blue suit. There was a reason Gotham had nicknamed him Apollo, he was gorgeous and he knew it. Picking up his father’s lucky coin, Dent slipped it into his breast pocket before walking into the kitchen. Gilda’s beautiful smile widened as her new husband entered the room, she wrapped her arms around his waist and stood on the tip of her toes to kiss the edge of his nose. “Hi” She placed her head against his solid chest, still smiling, she felt like she was always smiling. A knock at the door disturbed the peace and Gilda let out a sigh. “I’ll go”

Harvey reluctantly let go of his bride and went over to the kitchen table, picking up a pen to sign a document. "You know what I hate? These pens. They never seem to work whenever you need them to” Harv turned his head to see Gilda staring back in the doorway, her face blank. “What are you looking at you goof?” Out of the blue she drops to a heap onto their laminated floor and behind her stood Erin McKillen with a bloodied knife. “Hiya Harv” She launched the knife at Dent striking him in the chest. “That handsome face of yours got my sister in a lot of trouble Harvey, lets fix it shall we” Pulling a bottle from her bag, Erin splashed its contents all over the bloodied District Attorney. Lighting a match, she wandered around the living room, looking at the pictures of the happy Dent’s. “Hm, if only she had known Harvey. If only she had known just how two faced you really were” Turning around, Erin was greeted by the sight of Dent brandishing a pistol. Almost simultaneously, she flung her match against the drenched Harvey and he fired a bullet into her chest.

PRESENT DAY

Harvey bolted up right from his slumber, his left hand grabbing his face. It felt normal, unburned, human. He was still adjusting to his recent facial reconstruction that had been bankrolled by his former best friend Bruce Wayne. As his eyes adjusted to the light, Harv looked around the room. This wasn’t his cell. This wasn’t Arkham. What on Earth? Wait…this place seemed familiar. The stone walls, the steel bolted door. Why couldn’t he remember? Other than the horrible bed, the only other things in the room were a camera fitted to the ceiling and a TV which suddenly turned itself on almost immediately as Harvey noticed it. Sitting on the screen, a masked figure, one that had become entrenched in Gotham lore, it spoke in a deep, powerful and menacing voice.



“PEOPLE OF GOTHAM CITY. HARVEY DENT WAS ONCE THE WHITE KNIGHT OF THIS CITY. MANY OF YOU KNOW HIM AS TWO FACE AND AS THAT MONSTER HE HAS BEEN TRIED AND CONVICTED OF NUMEROUS. OVER THE NEXT TWO DAYS HOWEVER, I WILL REVEAL TO YOU THAT THE MAN, HARVEY DENT WAS ALREADY A MONSTER LONG BEFORE HIS TRANSFORMATION. THIS MESSAGE IS BEING BROADCAST ALL OVER GOTHAM. FROM TELEVISIONS, BILLBOARDS, COMPUTERS AND CELL PHONES. YOU ALL WILL BEAR WITNESS TO THE TRIAL OF HARVEY DENT AND I, THE PHANTASM WILL SERVE AS JUDGE, JURY AMD EXECTUTIONER.
HARVEY DENT, YOUR ANGEL OF DEATH AWAITS”

As the screen cuts to black, Harvey spins on his feels and looks out of the barred window that sat above his head. The sky lit up with the signal of the Bat and he knew that his oldest enemy would be his only way out this time….

Gotham City Stories (Always Accepting)

I'm back, IC intro post coming today!