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Name: Jayda VallenAliases: Deadlock
Age: Twenty-three standard years.
Height- 5'4" Standard
Weight- 130 lbs Standard
Hair color- Pale, dirty blonde
Eye color - Dark brown, almost black
Occupation- Duelist, Gladiator, Dancer
Armor:
Mechaweave undershirt
Cortosis-alloy girdle (protection of the midsection)
Thigh-covers and steel-toed boots.
Cortosis arm shield (left arm)
Weapons:
Two-handed lightsaber which extends into a polearm, the shaft made from a strong cortosis steel and the crystal focuser fans the blade out, but shortens it in extended form.
Both metallic arm bands have retractable vibro blades for close-combat fighting.
Long metallic fighting staff.
Bio:
Born with Force-sensitivity, she was taken to be trained as a Jedi at a very young age of eighteen months. No sooner had she been put in a crib was she taken from her family to train in the ways of the Force and the Light.
At age thirteen her master, a Kel Dor, had trained her in the martial arts at the levels of a Jed Knight.
However on the return home to Coruscant their ship was attacked by marauders and shot down. Young Jayda's master forced her to take their only escape pod as he defended them. She landed on a deserted, but furtile moon in the Outer Rim. She spent her years in solitude, trained only by the Force-Spirit of her master and mastering her skills with the Force until one day an explorer freight found her. She was then taken then, to Ord Mantell where she hired herself under a Hutt Lord and smuggler to be his duelist/gladiator and most prized possession. Occasionally she will dance in his small 'club' when she does not duel. In exchange, she is given clothing, food and a roof over her head.
Other:
She hides her Force presence well, and prefers to stay as she is; A rogue jedi.
Occasionally she does the odd bounty, but never kills. It is not her place to decide the fate of the bounty, or so she believes.
Appearance:
http://jjpudgemuffin.deviantart.com/#/d353gxk
[That is my DA and I may do comissions, depending on my mood and time limit.]
Sith Character:
Name: Darth Ivion
Alias: Sethra Orm, or Seth
Age: 30 Standard years
Weight- 120lbs
Race: Half-bred Iridonian
Hair color- Black
Eye Color- Gold-red
Apparel;
Long vest
A mask that covers her face nose to chin
Thick gloves with metal plating for hand-to-hand combat
Thigh-high tarantek leather boots. Hunted and made herself.
Dark cortosis chest plate
black cloth pants.
Weapons;
Red lightsaber
hidden vibro blades
Plasma rifle
Bio:
Original homeworld had been Tatooine, her mother a cantina dancer and her father a tradesman. Her mother died shortly after Sethra was born of infection and her father had no choice but to take the small child with him. He taught her the trade of smuggling as a young child.
At fourteen her father had run into bad dealings with Crimelords and in order to pay his debt he sold his daughter into slavery. She worked in what ways her masters demanded. She was soon sold to a large human amle who turned out to be a Sith.
He was cruel and demanding and one day after much torment from the master, she struck out at him. Instead of killing her, he taught her to become a Sith herself, feeding her anger and hatred and using her father's abandonment and her Master's punishment to give her strength.
She killed her master after he scarred her face brutally in training. She now wears a mask to cover those scars and her pain fuels her anger.
Ivion works as an Assassin, taking her master's place as a Sith Lord.
Appearance: [WIP.]
Yes, these are Star Wars OC's.
Name: Francesca Randals, AKA Frankie or Frenzy
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Weight- 126lbs
Height: 5'6"
Race: Human
Hair: Red
Eyes: Stormcloud grey
Apparel:
Usually wears her old blue jacket and black boots, a grey tank, gloves without fingers and old khaki pants that are ripped in various places and a black mask with two holes cut for her eyes and sunglasses. Her appearance is generally grubby.
Carries a gun with her usually strapped to her back and wrapped in dirty cloth and a baseball bat.
Appearance:
Long red hair, straight and looking like she cut it herself (which she did) with an old pair of scissors with few braids here and there. Without her mask she's unfortunately plain and has a unibrow, freckles and big eyes. She prefers to wear her mask even when she's not out being a vigilante.
Personality:
Often paranoid, jumpy and self-concious about herself. She's awkward and isn't the best at making friends. She doesn't talk much and is violent when angered, or annoyed.
Other: Talks with a stutter, so she doesn't say much when she doesn't have to.
Occupation: Vigilante of sorts. Her alias is 'Frenzy'
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But yeah. Ol' Johnny's gone and retired.
[Sorry for the absence. On a self-ordained break from the internet. I need to get my social life somewhat set back up.]