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 Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 11:26 am
Stage two of development has arrived. Here we'll fill in the crew positions and speculate and decide just what will befall our outlaw heroes, as well as figure out the most important thing. What ship we'll use! Ship Roles: Captain (Officer): Jag Rohtul (Cale) Pilot (Officer): Kaleb Zar (DV) Co-Pilot/Navigator(Officer): Niomie Le'Bell (K-Blade) Engineer (Officer): Helix Lux (Stellar Weapons/Shields: Mareal Hannak(Skuld) Medical Officer/Space Hand: Kalin Daco(Jaden) Space Hand: Gairus Blikk (Carthson Blikk) Space Hand: Deakin Fraust (Besuliik Deakin) Cook: Laura Aiyrion (DA) Bookkeeper/Client: Xan Rood ( Nelowulf) Stow Away: Tabula Rasa (Missing Nin Itachi) Quarters: (To be listed) -Timeline: 5 BBY -Ship Choice: Ruusan, Modified Free Dac Volunteer Engineering Akula-class Hunter Killer Corvette Pic 1Pic 2Pic3Quote: Ruusan, Modified Akula-class Hunter Killer Corvette: Colossal (frigate) Modified Corvette(155m long, 36m tall, 60 m wide) Init +0; Senses Perception +6 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Defense Ref 18 (Flat-footed 14), Fort 76; +14 Armor HP 1224; DR 15; SR 105 regenerating shields; Threshold 176 -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Speed fly 12 squares (max. velocity 990 km/h), fly 4 squares (starship scale) Ranged Forward Heavy Quad Laser Cannon +8 (7d10x2 Pilot) Ranged Ventral Double Heavy Ion Cannon +8 (4d10×5, pilot or gunner) {Max range: 5 Light Minutes} Ranged 2 Dorsal Medium Double Point Defense Laser Cannons +8 (5d10x2, gunner) Ranged Tractor Beams +8 (grapple +55, gunner) Ranged Docking Gun (Z-6 Rotary Cannon) +8 (3d10 pilot) Fighting Space 1 square (starship scale); Cover total Base Atk +2; Grp +55 Atk Options Autofire (Double laser cannons, Forward Quad) ---------------------------------------------------------- Abilities Str 66, Dex 19 , Con –, Int 22 Skills Initiative +0, Mechanics +6, Perception +6, Pilot +0, Use Computer +6 ------------------------------------------------------------------- Crew 25(Optimum) 15(Usual) 4(Minimum) [skilled]; Passengers 16 Cargo 2000 mT (100mt in Smuggling hold); Consumables 1 year, 1 month; Carried Craft Ryba class Probe Droid, Heavily modified Cutlass-9 Fighter, F-260 Speeder Truck Hyperdrive x1, Backup x2 Availability unavailable; Cost Not available for sale (ask at your own risk) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Forward Heavy Quad Laser Cannon Attk +8 Dmg 7d10x2 (pilot) Ventral Double Heavy Ion Cannon Attk +8 Dmg 4d10×5 (pilot or gunner) 2 Dorsal Medium Double Point Defense Laser Cannons Attk +8 Dmg 5d10x2 (gunner) Port & Starboard Tractor Beams Attk+8 Grp +55 (gunner) Docking Gun (Z-6 Rotary Blaster) Attk +8 Dmg 3d10 (pilot)
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 11:27 am
This is where the approved characters will go for now. Send all characters to myself for approval. Each character will be apart of a whole, even if not at first, you will become crew and members of the ships detail. The character skeleton is here:
(Put a star next to your name if you are Force Sensitive.)[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b]
[b]Crew Position:[/b]
[b]Equipment:[/b]
[b]Nickname:[/b]
[b]Short History:[/b]
[b]Description:[/b]
[b]Theme Song:[/b] Username: Cale Darksun
Name: Jag Rohtul
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Crew Position: Captain/owner
Equipment: Liquidsilver L7 Blaster pistol x2, Combat knife, Merr-Sonn M18 Blaster Carbine, Vibro cutlass, Mandalorian "Commando" armor(AKA the Style Boba Fett wears. Its colors are navy blue, black and grey with four gold bars on each shoulderplate and it comes with a kama. The suit can be fully sealed and doubles as a spacesuit. The Suit has a whipchord launcher, two ejectable knives, knee dart launcher, magnetic boots, and the visor can be scomp-linked with his carbine.) Jango the Tailring
Nickname:
Short History: Not all Mandalorians are mercenaries, bodyguards, or bounty hunters. Some possess more mundane careers: doctors, farmers, and mechanics to name a few.
All, however, are warriors.
Such sums up the life of Jag Rohtul, Free-trader. Born the fifth son of a typical Mandalorian family, by the age of 13 he was a trained soldier and had accompanied his father and elder brothers on a wide variety of Mercenary style missions, having killed more people by that age than the average serial murderer manages to pull off in their entire career.
Taking to the soldier life quite easily, the young warrior grew into a skilled and fearsome opponent, equally capable of either beating down, slicing up, or blasting apart most adversaries he came across and making a damn good living at it.
Then came the Clone wars. Jag viewed the Clones as an insult to all Mandalorian Kind and quickly grew to despise the Republic that enslaved such men to its will. He never really liked the Jedi to begin with, and their new generalship gave him just one more reason to hate them as well. He and three of his siblings signed up with Mandalore the Resurector to put an end to this mess once and for all.
They failed, and two of his brothers were killed, with the third requiring extensive cybernetic prosthetics. In the end, the Republic became an Empire, the Clones becoming Stormtroopers and ignoring their Mando herritage. The only satisfaction Jag got from it was the eradication of the jedi.
From there in Soldiering left a sour taste in Jag's mouth. The thrill in fighting for money was gone, the need to prove himself in battle nonexistant. And he wanted nothing to do with the Empire he fought against. Using a lifetime's experience of piloting drop shuttles and stolen enemy ships, he applied for and recieved a pilot and Captain's liscence. With the blood money he had earned he spent it on outfiting an Akula corvette and took to the spacelanes to live as a Freetrader.
He is always on the move, running cargoes across the rim and engaging in the ocasional smuggling job to pad his wallet and thumb his nose at the Empire. He has never forgotten his Warrior training, however, and keeps his old battletools in his cabin. During those long hyperspace trips he cleans them, excersises and trains, never wanting to be caught in a situation he will need those skills and not have them. While he rarely carries any more than his Pistol and knife, on particularly dangerous runs he might wear his chestplate under his jacket or sport one of his heavier weapons. Despite what he's seen and done, he still has some sort of Informal code of Honor. He's a simple man with simple pleasures; He enjoys a good drink, good food, Bolo-ball, traveling across the stars, and outsmarting Imperial thugs. He's prone to soldier's humor (known to the galaxy at large as Gallow's humor), also knowing a rather large collection of curses and swear words gleaned from across space.
Currently he's looking to hire on some new crew, as his old crew signed on with a more lucrative shipping company. He hates Jedi, Imperials, and stupid people. Fortunately, the Jedi are all dead, and his nomadic style of life keeps Imperials and Stupid people out of his hair for the most part. So what could possibly go wrong?
Description: link
Standing at an average human height (1.8m) and weight (75kg), he seems rather inconspicuous as far as former killers for hire go. He usually wears a padded jacket when off the ship which has, along with his armor, four gold bars stitched onto the shoulders which indicate his rank as a liscenced merchant captain. He has his knife in his boot and a blaster on his hip with another one in a shoulder holster. Usually his stern, weathered expression and jaded, laconic persona are enough to deter threats, but those who dont take the hint soon learn that past it lies a man in peak physical condition with no qualms about taking life.
Theme Songs: Wanted: Dead or Alive-Bon Jovi
Johnny Reb-Johnny Horton
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Username: ----------------------------------
Name: Ruusan
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Free Dac Volunteer Engineering Akula-class Hunter Killer Corvette
Crew Position: Ship
Equipment: Forward Quald Laser Cannons, Dac Shield system, Heavy Double Ion Cannon, 2x Double Medium Point Defense Laser Cannons, 2 Tractor Beams, Z-6 rotary docking gun, Givin Navicomputer, Military Grade Sensor Systems, Docking Clamps, Jamming array, 3 Disguised Transponder codes, Droid repair crew, Corellian Engines & maneuvering Systems, hyperspace capable Probe Droid.
Nickname: Ship, cyar'ika (Jag only), numerous euphemisms for a sentient female depending upon situation.
Short History: Constructed at the height of the Clone Wars, designed to prowl the spacelanes and disrupt the cargo fleets of the Republic, her birthname was "Profit Margin Disruptor" and helmed by a Neimodian captain, hence her less-than-intimidating name. (To Neimodians, Hutts and Muun it was utterly terrifying. Everyone else wasnt impressed.) Given the Neimodian's skill in combat, she had a less than stellar career, mostly running from fights and striking at targets far below her capability to engage. Her warrior spirit was left to smolder impotently as her commander, Jospi Ju, did as little as possible so as not to risk his own neck.
When the Clone Wars ended, the "Profit Margin Disruptor" vanished into the Outer Rim, her Captain now stylizing himself a pirate. Having a warship and claiming to be fighting for the glory of the Confederacy, Jospi Ju started brutally pillaging colony worlds and attacking soft targets in the now supposedly safe spacelanes, running at the first site of trouble. This humiliating career lasted for about a year before the Neimodian commander and his mostly droid crew made the mistake of attempting to raze a mining colony on Vactooine, coincidentally the same location where a former Mandalorian Supercommando by the name of Jag Rohtul was waiting for a lift off world.
Angered by this desecration of what he believed the Confederacy stood for and unwilling to let innocent settlers die while he did nothing, Jag attacked Jospi Ju's forces with the pent up rage of a warrior who had lost not only family and friends but the cause he fought for and counterboarded the "Profit Margin Disruptor". Taking the ship he beat her commander within an inch of his life, sparing Jospi Ju only for the bounty he recalled being on the Nemmie's head. Through some tricky jury rigging the Mandalorian flew the ship to the nearest Sector Ranger's headquarters and deposited the Pirate into their care to be shipped off to Kessel.
Somewhere during the trip to the Sector Ranger HQ, Jag became attached to the ship, seeing possibilities and feeling some sort of kinship with the misused battleship. Upon exchganing his prisoner, Jag bartered a deal with the Sector Rangers, foregoing the bounty on Jospi Ju's head for his ship. A generious donation of the Pirate's expensive personal belongings helped the sector rangers look the other way.
Jag next had the ship towed to Nar Shadda, where, at Shug Nix's SpaceBarn, he began a massive reconstruction project of his newly aquired prize, stripping the guns, selling her missiles, and reformatting the decks for a new life as an armed heavy freighter. Upon completing the pricey six month reconstruction job, Jag christend her "Ruusan", Mandalorian for dependable, a name she lived up to and beyond through nearly a decade and a half of part time smuggling, pirate hunting, law dodging, rim skimming, scrap hunting, and ocasional honest trading.
She has seen countless crew come and go, had numerous modifications done to her, and barely survived obliteration on more than one instance, but hrough it all she has remained good to her captain, a fact that is not lost on the Mandalorian. The ship has become very important to the man, so much so that he's willing to go down with it if necessary.
Description: Once a Sleek Military raider craft, She still retains her predatory look but her interior has gone a drastic change from what she once possesed. Gone are the heavy weapons, the missiles, and the troop space she possessed, replaced now with cargo holds, strengthened bulkheads, and comfortable housing for her crew and a few passengers.
Externally she lost 6 of her defense guns and her dorsal cannon, replaced with Tractor beam equiped docking clamps and a hangar door respectively. While her only big gun left is a powered up Double Ion Cannon, she is still a fearsome opponent to most low level raiders and a few Imperial Customs ships as well, and as a former combat ship she's always ready for a good scrap. Despite her fearsome appearance, she's been a good ship to all who've served upon her, weither they deserved it or not, and welcomed all aboard with open docking clamps, just as long as people clean up after themselves.
Theme Song: Proud Mary Creedence Clearwater Revival: Proud Mary
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Username: Des Voh
Name: Kaleb Zar
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Corellian
Crew Position: Pilot
Equipment:Customized DE-10 and SSK-7, stun-gauntlets(up to 200k volts), throwing knife, concealed hold-out blaster(left boot). Technical utility belt, bantha-hide backpack and travel pack(filled with other personal items), wrist-comm. Light armored vest.
Quote: Chaos Star: Heavily modified, Flare-S Chopper Swoop. Technical specifications Length: 3.5 meters Maximum speed: 720-800km/h Maximum altitude: 250 meters Crew: Pilot(1) Passengers: 1 Cargo capacity:4 kilograms Modifications: Extended stabilizer bar, redesigned chassis, custom repulsorlift engine and modified central repulsor pod emitter, enlarged aerodynamicly-calibrated maneuvering flaps, supercharged turbothruster, exhaust vents, Elongated seat affixed with a backrest(the back end of the seat 'humped'), saddlebags. Security System* The chassis was completely redesigned to allow the size of the engine and the bikes modifications, it includes a slim design to keep wind resistance to a minimum against the size of the bike, with a curve-up in the back, with handlebars curving back further to allow better comfort to the pilot. The bikes air-intake has also been minorly modified to allow more air into the turbothrusters. An emerald green and tarnished silver paintjob, decaled with stars and lines to mimic the effect of hyperspace adorn the bike. The name 'Chaos Star' is painted across the left side of the bike, just below the handlebars in a graffiti fashion. Theres a corellian sand panther head-ornament at the top of the stationary bars.
Nickname: Stoner
Short History: Born on the plains of Corellia, Kaleb's father was a retired CorSec lieutenant, his mother had died during his birth. His father often blaming him for his mothers death, and cursing that he should have been the one who died and leading the old man to heavy drinking, this led to strife between the father and son.
At the age of 13, he was switched from public schooling to a military academy, and then to the CorSec Junior Academy, graduating with honors in technical engineering and marksmanship, though engineering and mechanics would only ever be a hobby to the young man, a hobby personified by his prized swoop bike.
From there he went into service with the military, becoming a pilot for starfighters, gunships, cruisers, and seeing service on a number of corvettes and capital ships. It was in these years he earned his second-class bloodstripes for his daring, selfless act of rescue on a mission against a pirate fleet, his action saving the only survivors of that battle. This also earned him a spot among the miiltary's specialized pirate hunters.
After six years of fighting pirates, catching smugglers, and other threats to the system, he moved on, thinking to apply at CorSec. Instead after a heated conflict with his father, he took off and signed with a freighter out to the rims. He worked with them for a few years before they went out of business. Since then he's wandered the outer rim job-hunting, working on various vessels as a space hand, escort guard, and has even tried bounty hunting, but only with little success, as well as dozens of other small-time jobs.
Now he's on Ord Mantell and looking for work, and he's caught rumor of a captain needing a good pilot.
Description: [-~-]
Standing about 6feet, he has an athletic build, being a particularly fast runner. He usually wears longer-sleeved shirts and cargo pants of neutral colors tucked into low, hard, flexible boots, each pair of pants adorned with his honored bloodstripes. His SSK-7 is kept on a holster on the back of his waist, his DE-10 strapped to his right hip and thigh. Usually sporting a pair of pilots goggles around his neck or perched over his brow and a pair of flexible, gripped gloves. He also is know to wear a green and grey long-coat in the Corellian Military fashion, with its insignia stripped off, save for that of the pirates hunters.
Theme Song: Born to be Wild - SteppenWolf
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Username: Missing nin Itachi
Name: Tabula Rasa*
Age: 12
Gender: female
Race: Human
Crew Position: Stow away
Equipment: Just a stuffed bantha toy named "Banthy".
Nickname: Tab
Description of Cabin sad Shares a cabin with someone else)
Short History: Tabula lives on the streets of Ord Mantell with her mother and father before they made a bad deal with Black Sun and were killed. Tabula was almost kidnapped when it was discovered she had force powers but she escaped and is now in hiding from the criminals who want to use her.
Description: [~]
Stands about 4'3" with shoulder length blond hair and a simple, dirty white dress.
Theme Song: [~-~]
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Username: lady_skuld
Name: Mareal Hannak*
Age: Born 40 BBY (Age 35)
Gender: Female
Race: Arkanian offshoot
Crew Position: Weapons expert, slacker
Equipment: SC Blaster Rifle, 2 Bryar Pistols, 3 concealed Q2 hold-out blasters.
Nickname: None yet
Short History: Taken on as an apprentice in the Jedi order at age four, Mareal studied under the tutelage of Yoda. Though there was another person whom she admired as a jedi, the eventual Lord Tyrannus, aka Count Dooku. She would always spy on him whenever he was around, and learned of his increasing concerns of darkness coming. When Dooku left the order, Mareal was only eight at the time, but the impact would be lasting. She was a follower of the Living Force, and began to realize that something was seriously wrong.
In time, the threat of the separatists and the Clone Wars grew imminent, and Mareal wasn't about to stay around much longer around the jedi. At age 16, war broke out on Geonosis, and the Padawan Mareal was kept close by her master. However, just two months into the wars, she had learned that Dooku was on the Rim, and fled to the Outer Rim to join the seperatist cause. She could not keep up with Dooku, and instead chose to draw him to her. On Rattatak, she enlisted into a gladiatorial arena, but the night before she stayed up all night in excitement. Luckily too, as when the match entrants were slaughtered by Asajj Ventress, there was little hope for her to win.
In the ensuing years, she signed on as a skilled mercinary with the nimbus commandos, choosing to use blasters instead of a lightsaber to hide her presence from the Jedi Order. She quickly was found though. In spite of not using a lightsaber, Mareal used the force frequently, and several jedi had been sent to find her. But, the force would favor the jedi again, as the Jabiim campaing erupted planet side, saving her from certain destruction or torture.
Order 66 happened, and the remaining jedi were to be terminated. Being 19, Mareal had much to learn in the world, but her womanly intuition which had spoken so many years ago was right. The emperor was a sith. She had become a lamb in wolf's clothing.
Forced to go underground, Mareal made sure she didn't make a name for herself, but continued training in the force and improving her gun Katas. She has visited many planets, including Susefvi, Killia IV, and Thyrsus to improve her skills. Each time she ventured out, she had been found and chased off planet by something, forcing her to keep on the move. Her blade still sits on her body somewhere to this day, but it's been almost 15 years since it was last drawn.
Description:[-~-]
Theme Song: Gun Love - ZZ Top
Ballad of Paladin
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Username: Nelowulf
Name: Xan Rood
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Fondorian
Crew Position: Goods expert (officially), bookie
Equipment: DLT-19, 2 DE-10s, and several hidden blasters retrofitted to his boots and other equipment for those "nasty entanglements"
Nickname: Mav
Short History: A bit strange for his own breed, Xan was one of the wealthy, upper-class twits who enjoyed intellectual bids who just got sick of the snobs around him. His family was one of the higher ranking people in the shipyard building business, and he was tutored in classical and modern educational styles, from the aspects of running business to ship design to components to how to be a proper intellectual fondorian.
Well, that was all fine and dandy for the snobish elite, but Xan didn't particularly find interest in being completely airheaded like the rest of his brothers and sisters, preferring the enjoyment of the hunt and more illegal forms of garnering cash. This did manage to make him rather popular with his family sometimes, as they gathered new clients to look at their ships from the outer rims, and explored new avenues of business dealings (not to mention the sheer profit made via gambling on swoop racing), but few really wanted to be associated with him. Taking his credits and leaving, Xan learned the ways of the more common businessman, learning value of goods such as art, weapons, narcotics, and of course, how to cheat anyone out of anything.
A growing reputation also surrounds Xan, who is always a man who plays by the numbers. His luck, however, often defies these numbers, and this has only been proven by his ability to wind up having to kill plenty of angry card players who believe he had cheated (and in many cases were right, but on previous hands). He's been thrown out of numerous card tournaments, as well as won a few prestigious circuits (surprisingly legit at times). Taking the money, the young youth set up his first bar at the age of 23 on the outer rim, and partook in utilizing his genius to whip up contraptions so that he would be able to stay with the bar, rather than flee from it, most notoriously the twin blasters that somehow fit in his boots and fire out the heels.
After an entanglement with a "few more men than [he] could handle", Xan fled, instead turning into a spice and weapons merchant with whatever ship would take him. It didn't help he often overloaded the cargo rooms with his own personal goods, blackmailing a few crews to keep him on board when they had to dump their own cargo. Now, he's not so much on trading anymore, but instead uses his own card skills and riflery to surprise or simply blow apart those who want to make his vacation across the universe not so... vacation-y. He is fluent in over seven trade languages, and can speak with the native accent as well, though he normally sticks to a bastardized one which he claims he 'picked up on the rim' that is unique to him alone.
Personality-wise, Xan retains a rather buisnessman's guise, as well as being very cautious on when and where he pulls his weaponry. While lady luck has given more than her graces to Xan (strangely equal or surpassing that of notable Corellians at times), he still is a player of odds, and "does not take chances, only risks" when important things are involved. Money, of course, doesn't seem to be too "important", however, as his bank book has gone from red to black more times than an imperial battalion can fry a gundark.
Description: http://mitkov.deviantart.com/art/First-mate-52014076
Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jV1bRfLHA3A
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Username: Darkened Angel
Name: Laura Aiyrion
Age: Early 20s
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Crew Position: Cook, Cleaner
Equipment: Personal cooking utensils
Nickname: Cookie
Short History: Laura was part of an average family until she went out to make her own credits. Unfortunately, her talents were limited at the time and she only found work as a cook or cleaner. Luckily, she had a knack for cooking and became famous among the locals of her home town when she worked in a nearby cantina. She was later discovered by the owner of a fancier establishment and was hired on as chief cook after the cantina went under. She was happy with making a decent amount of credits there until she discovered her boss was using the place as a front for a criminal organization. Once the Empire found him out, the place was stormed and the gangsters were all either arrested or killed. Out of a job, she gathered up the tools of her trade and went to find another place that needed her. She came across a ship that was in need of a cook for its crew, and decided it was as good a job as any. Despite the shady characters aboard it, she wasn't too out of place. Her years of cooking have made her pretty proficient with a short blade, and she knows her way around a broom as well.
Description: http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/3613/frontalyw1.png Facial: http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/794/facialbm8.png
Laura is about 5'7" with dark brown hair and blue eyes, and is used to wearing simple garments due to working in the hot environment of a kitchen for most of her life. She tends to avoid anything heavy as a result.
Theme Song: None yet
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Username: Jaden_Ordo
Name: Kalin Daco
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Corellian
Family: His wife, Lily, on Corellia raising his 3 year old baby boy, Caden.
Crew Position: Doctor, Space Hand
Occupations: CorSec police officer, ex-CorSec Military Intelligence (think Iella Antilles)
Equipment: 5inch Buck knife (leg mount), hold out blaster tucked in back of pants, single smoke grenade (getaways)
Nickname: Doc
Personality: Kalin always wears a huge grin. Humor plays a huge part in his life and most of the time he can be found telling jokes or laughing for the smallest of reasons. He has a big, booming voice and his presence in a room is always known by his loud greetings. He is always determined and efficient at whatever task he is set to. Despite his humor, he does have a serious side. When the situation arises, he can become quite the leader or whatever the crisis calls for. He can also be an uncanny sneak, performing acts of stealth with an eerie efficiency not thought possible when seeing him in his normal manner of acting.
Short History: Kalin was a normal kid. He always told jokes and played pranks, but didn't like to hurt people with his humor. He grew up next to a blond girl named Lily and was smitten with her his entire life. For a few years in his adolescence, he developed an anger disorder where he would beat people senseless for no reason. From this, he became ungodly muscular. After two years of violence and treatment, he was back to normal. When he was in his mid twenties, he was picked up for an interview by CorSec's Intelligence division. He had been working as a police officer for four years and his logic and reasoning had impressed. So he signed on and served for about nine years, when he left for personal reasons. Now, about a year later, his family was abducted by someone obviously taking revenge on him for some misdeed while in the service of the Military Intelligence. So in an attempt to find the criminals, Kalin is traveling abroad, using the various resources he has to follow any hint or any clue as to the identity of the kidnappers. Currently, his search has taken him to the haven of Ord Mantell, where he hopes a plethora of information is to be had.
Description:LINK Kalin is tall and well-built man. His muscles are of an ungodly size. He looks as though the years are beginning to wear him down, but he is enjoying it. His body is adorned with burns and scars which he feels no need to brag about. His hair is cut short and is receding a little, but nonetheless it is a bright shade of orange. He wears a typical pair of orange and silver Corellian pants. On his torso, he normally wears nothing more than a black shirt, but on an outing, he will wear the stereotypical Corellian style vest with many pockets and pouches.
Theme Song:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6Ammrgxsi0
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Username: K-Blade
Name: Niomie Le’Bell
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Crew Position: Co-pilot
Equipment: DL-18, PDS MK-45 protective vest.
Nickname:
Short History: Niomie’s parents had been making living as tramp freighters well before she was born. They had worked hard and saved enough credits to buy their own ship, and that was where she was born and raised. When the Clone wars had ended there was a time of prospers trade, but that was short lived as the Emperor tightened his control over the bureau cry it became harder and harder for privet tramp freighters to acquire jobs as more and more contracts went out to large companies or corporations. Hard time were ahead and many independent freighters headed out to the rim, some were lucky to make there way profitable, others were forced into taking out loans from individuals of questionable dispute in order to keep there ships flying. Even with Niomie taking more and more of the workload her parents were one of the unlucky ones, with the old ship in desperate need of repairs and not enough credits in their pockets her father had no choice but to ask for a lone form the only organization in town, local crime boss. Finding legal cargos to haul was not a problem; unfortunately, payment for such runs was never enough to satisfy the crime lord’s greed. Demands were made and Niomie’s family was persuaded to run questionable cargo for the organization. Until one day, it all went wrong, making a delivery for there, new employer the recipients of the package had been incarcerated by the local authorities and that the drop point was surrounded by the law. The issuing gunfight had left Niomie’s father mortally wounded and the flight off planet had left the ship heavily damaged, her father died from his injuries on the trip back home. Upon arrival Niomie and her mother found there boss waiting for them at the landing-pad. Furious at the lass of his cargo he blamed them for walking into the trap, demanding that their ship was now his by for fit and that Niomie and her mother would make up for his loss of credits by being auctioned off as slaves. Not liking what they heard Niomie and her mother opened fire. The fight was brief but intense and had allowed them to escape from the docking bay. Unfortunately, Niomie’s mother had been badly shot and died in a back alley a few blocks away in Niomie’s arms. Now alone with no family or ship and hunted by the crime lord she desperately searches for a new life and a way off planet.
Description: Niomie
Theme Song: Eastbound and down
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Username: stellarmagic
Name: Helix Lux
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Omwati
Crew Position: Engineer
Equipment: DH-17 Blaster Pistol, Datapad, Various Mechanical Tools
Nickname: Bird Brain
Short History: Throughout the centuries the people of Omwat have been exploited for their gifts time and again by cruel dictatorship and psychopaths. For Helix Lux, that exploitation has made him who he is. Kidnapped from Omwat as an infant by Black Sun Operatives he was sold into the service of a Hutt at the age of nine. The Hutt was quite pleased with his new toy, and knew from his sources that after a little brain twisting, a little tweaking of the environment a brilliant scientific mind could be born out of the boy. A scientist that could design weapons with which to silence his enemies.
Unfortunately what the Hutt had failed to realize what it meant to have a child genius caged up under his roof. After years of being caged and tested by the hutt, groomed to become his little gunsmith, the boy finally had enough. In less than ten hours Helix had broken out of his cell, set an exploding door trap on his cell door, constructed a gun from a piece of discarded pipe and a power cell, climbed out of the facility through the air-ducts, and ran a positive flow regulator into a negative flow coupler destroying the facility and killing the Hutt and his minions.
He was seventeen and on the run. At the star-port he snuck in and stowed away on a starship, and wasn’t discovered until four months after he’d gotten onboard. By then he’d repaired a large number of problems before they happened for the crew and they viewed him as something of a good luck charm when he told them when he’d gotten on. While onboard the vessel he started work on a droid that would be his constant companion. Using an old Intellex IV Droid brain and a variety of spare parts from old astromechs, cambots, and repulsor chairs he cobbled together “Little Bird”. The droid uses binary to communicate and is built around a hover chair designed for an extremely small humanoid. With a number of salvaged manipulator arms, a sensor suite optimized for mechanical assistance, a lift capacity of fifty kilos, and a holographic projector for displaying schematics and performance data “Little Bird” is a big help to Helix when he’s working.
Little Bird:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/StellarMagic01/littlebird.jpg
Since he turned twenty Helix has been bumping from ship too ship working as a mechanic, earning a reputation as a skilled one along the way. It’s an easy life for him, he has no dependents, no family, and a lot of money he seems to have little use for. Now that his last ship was bought out by some competitor Helix is looking for a new home.
Description: Helix is short for a Omwati at only 1.8 meters and has the usual blue-white skin of his species. He often wears the baggy, pocket laden, tool laden, garb of a ship mechanic, and his white feathered head is often marred by the grease of ship parts and machinery. His work as a mechanic had made him much more heavily built then the average Omwati.
Theme Song:Space Macguyver
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Username: Carthson Blikk
Name: Gairus Blikk
Age: Born 32 BBY
Gender: Male
Race: Human Corellian
Crew Position: Space Hand, Strong Arm
Equipment: Imperial repeater strapped to his lower back, Modified E-11 Carbine strapped vertically to his upper right back, DE-10 in a shoulder rig. Wears a brown leather jacket, and an armored vest. Gairus wears He uses a wrist-comm, and wears black tipless gloves.
Nickname: Geb
Short History: Born to a team of ex-mercenaries/bounty hunters. Gairus grew up in Coronet, Corellia. His father taught him how to use weapons, and he took K'tara, a type of martial art. After Gairus completed school, his father decided to take him into the mercenary business. After several years of learning from a true expert, Gairus became a true expert at being a hired gun. Unfortunately, on a mission, Gairus's father took a round from a projectile weapon, right into his spine. He became paralyzed from the waist down. Gairus was able to escape with his father being dragged along with him, but was forced to continue the "family business" on his own. He found himself on Coruscant, and gained many friends, as well as enemies, doing jobs for whoever paid well enough. His jobs occasionally required learning skills in mechanics, and after many months of practice, he became able to use mechanics and wiring to his advantage. His work got Gairus enough cash to buy a small ship, which had a hyperdrive. He wound up on Ord Mantell seeking work.
Description: Medium build, and 6'1, Cropped brown hair, blue eyes, greek style nose. Small scar on his upper left brow.
Theme Song: Helter Skelter by the Beatles.
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Username: Besuliik Deakin
Name: Deakin Junior Fraust
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Crew Position: Space hand
Equipment: DT-57 Heavy Blaster Pistol, old WESTAR-M5 (bought illegally), handed down knife and set of modified clothing. He has a dark gray jacket padded with some armor in between the cloth. A pair of black smooth boots with a small holster on the side suitable for a holdout blaster and black pants with the same modification as the jacket. It isn't the best armored clothing made, but it should help against something like smaller blasters and projectiles.
Nickname: Tor
Short History: Deakin had a rough life on Tatooine. His parents were involved with crime lords, smuggling and such. This shaped out his mind of being like his parents. It was something they thought he shouldn't do, but nothing could prevent it. He sold spice near the starport, jumped speeders and robbed Jawa's with swoop bandits. Deakin went from a thug, to a swoop bandit, to an organized thug.
Description: Deakin. Deakin stands 5"3 with a scar on the left side of his face. He has a tattoo of Mandalorian insignia on the vein side of his forearm. Deakin is rather muscular around the arms and chest due to training of his father. He has a few scars on his back from tuskens and swoop accidents. He's very rugged looking.
Theme Song: Street fight theme
Guest Stars
Quote: Username: stellarmagic Name: Eli Tupilev Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Equipment: DL-18 Blaster Pistol, Datapad, occasionally a Flak vest Nickname: “Credits” Short History: Born on Kestic Station in the Bestine System, Eli was a spacer and trader from birth, and spent much of his youth accumulating knowledge about space, politics, and trade from the crowd of free traders that lived on the station. His mother, the only parent he knew, also spent much of her time teaching him everything she knew. His mother had Eli in her forties, and spent much of her time grooming her son to be her inevitable replacement in the trading company she’d founded. However, most of her planning collapsed soon after Eli’s nineteenth birthday when she was ambushed by a rival corporation’s hit squad. Eli was made the head of a relatively profitable trading firm as his mother’s light freighter was destroyed by the rival corporation. He learned two things from that, one was that violence was a tool to the trader, and the second was that Kestic station had too many competitors. He left the station and took his corporation with him, heading further out toward the rim realizing that the more dangerous space of the outer rim held more opportunities for profit. He was right. Within the first year of operating in the Outer Rim they made several million credits, both from legal hauls and otherwise. At the same time, Eli found himself occasionally locking horns on bids for contracts with one of the other traders in the region, Jag Rothul. Over time, the continual loss of contracts to Jag in bidding competitions would make him a thorn in his side. Still, his company made enormous profits from the three ships it’d initially had at its disposal: a PB-950, a Gek-class Troop Shuttle, and a 3-Z Light Freighter, though much of those profits were eaten by a fourth addition to his small fleet, a BFF-1 Bulk Freighter. With that vessel it was now possible for the corporation to ride out the most severe of storms in the market by shipping large amounts of low-value but in constant demand products like grain or water. At this point Eli settled in and began to put the pressure of the market on Jag, but the resilient freighter pilot held on even as Eli bought out his last crew. Now, Eli’s patience has begun to run thin, and he’s ordered the crew of the PB-950 “Lookin Badger” to get ready for combat. Description: A rather plain human man who stands 1.7 meters tall with green eyes and a brown goatee and hair. He often sports simple clothes, rather typical of a space trader or crew member, but he also owns a set of more formal outfits for when he’s spending some of his profits in a port of call. He retains a distinct accent from his parents. Theme Song:Convoy~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Username: Nelowulf Name: Fyodor Sidorenko-Rho* Age: 26 Gender: Male Race: Human Equipment: A pair of wrist-claws are the only common weapon he is seen with. Short History: Fyodor Sidorenko-Rho knows very little about his own past. The Cathar adopted him and raised him as his own, calling him 'fee-dor', and adding Rho to his surname. The young lad learned how to fight, how to harness his latent Force abilities, and adopted their culture. In the clan of his, fee-dor had become quite the adept fighter. He was even given a pair of 'claws' to help even the odds between him and his Cathar family. Loyalty, passion, and honor were born into the boy, as he was taught about the hunt, how to hide, and be an efficent killer. His skills even won him the attention of Sylvani and Bastet, who fawned upon the young boy despite the clan's discouragement. They trained alongside the young human, and he taught the sisters as much as they taught him. Where he taught Sylvani how to be a better hunter, she taught him how to properly speak the language. With Bastet, he sparred and improved her own pouncing skills. But human nature made him agressive, lashing out against other males in the clan. At age 11, fee-dor was sent off to do the blood hunt, one of the youngest to fight the giant bugs. With nothing but his 'claws', the boy scrapped out of the nest with utmost speed. He even left his own mark, carving the word "warrior" into the mountainside and filling the crevaces with the blood fo the bugs. The young human was supposed to purge his aggressiveness, but it had quite the abverse effect, as he became dominating, feral even in the eyes of the Cathar clan that had raised him. Bastet felt scared, and quickly shunned the young lad, but Sylvani became even more enamored. He had become one of the greatest of the cathar without being one of them, but almost all at once, 'fee-dor' had disappeared. Palpatine had already targeted the young lad, and his dividends were about to pay off. His most prized pupil, Mara Jade, had been in training, and now he was to be another beside her. Fyodor was taught new things, such as piloting, shooting, slicing, and other talents which augmented his already formidable skills of tracking and hunting. He even amazed Palpatine by noticing that he was not the only Hand of the Emperor, which the Emperor used to his advantage. Fyodor would be used to hunt the other hands, a sort of shadow to the shadow. His mind was molded to serve the emperor absolute, and apathetic to the morals and actions the Emperor persued. The Cathari loyalty came to play, as the Emperor capitalized upon the never-ending amount the boy held. Mission after mission, the boy grew stronger, leaving the warrior mark on each of his victims. Normally, he was to be a ghost, but Fyodor was so confident in his abilities, he even avoided the Emperor's wrath. His targets were both politicians as well as agents. When Mara Jade stumbled upon the 'list' years later, it was a list of agents who were still alive; more than double that number had already been eliminated for "incompetance". At the age of twenty, Fyodor met with something he didn't expect: Sylvani, and matured. The teacher had proven to teach a student of equal capabilities. She had tracked the boy down, intent on delivering the message that she wanted to be his partner for life. In some ways, the human did accept, attempting to shield his thoughts and actions from the Emperor, but Palpatine had decided this to be the test, the true test. Fyodor was ordered to kill the Cathar woman, and unquenchingly he did. She had bared her claws, and he his, but a few scratches were nothing compared to how deep Fyodor dug into her back. His words would ring in her ears as he left her dying, "Look at eediot boosh-keetten. She rrran to her doom, and vhy? For love. Stoopid keetten, you should have beeen thrown to pack of pack of akk volves.." Proving his loyalty, Fyodor destroyed all of his connections to his past life. Mostly... Description: http://saltybizkit.deviantart.com/art/Astaer-in-full-colour-12121718 Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QF2MLYMUQh4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Username: Sayla-girl Name: Inspector Veran Kantale Age: 28 Gender: Female Race: Human Equipment: Imperial Officer's Blaster Pistol, Comlink, Rank Cylinder, Datapad, Rendili StarDrive Light Corvette Authority (Flagship), Guardian-class light cruiser Hound, Imperial Customs Frigate Novablade. Nickname: Short History: An Alderaan Native, Inspector Veran Kantale was an officer of the Imperial Navy and bound for a desk job in the core. Fate interviened however when, while on leave to visit home, she discovered the ship she was traveling on was secretly smuggling Ryl. She singlehandedly overtook the light freighter and brought it and its crew before her superiors. Impressed with her success but hesitent to reward a female a really promising position in the Imperial Navy, she was transferred to Imperial Customs and put in charge of a three ship task force designated to hunt Pirates and smugglers and enforce Imperial Law and the authority of the BoSS. She takes her job seriously and has been moderately successful in her five years of service to the Imperial Customs office. She is intelligent, persistant, and utterly without humor. Veran refuses bribes and believes that with each imprisoned criminal, impounded smuggler, and dead pirate she is making the Galaxy a safer place. Description: A short, petite blond woman with her hair in a bun, she is a no nonsense sort of woman ho radiates an air of authority that only Imperial Officers can manage. Her sharp green eyes are capable of spotting forged papers and smuggling holds almost as good as a conventional scanning crew and are capable of withering intensity. She wears the Olive green naval cut uniform of the Imperial Customs Office and is rarely seen without one or two Imperial Marines watching her back. Theme Song: Imperial March
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 12:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 1:02 pm
For some reason I really like the 1760 but something from the YT series would be good.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 1:09 pm
The three ontop are my favorite.
They are all Corellian design, which means each has high-customization ability, and all have room for plenty of passangers and crew considering the ships size as well as cargo-space.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 1:15 pm
well from those three I personally like the YT-2000 the best.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 2:01 pm
'bout the only thing I can comment on is no YT-2400 class up there. But otherwise, I've got nothing on the brain that really will help.
I blame chemistry.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 2:03 pm
That could go up, but I didn't add it because of its low-passenger capacity.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 2:08 pm
Meh, it seemed pretty big on the levels that took place inside it. You could easily fit 6 people in one.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 2:18 pm
Thats not very many.
I'm trying to find a ship that could rival Serenity's size, with was pretty comfy and big enough, the crew having their own cabins and then four passenger cabins which were all pretty spacious.
Then when I look at the Falcon in the movies, it always seems pretty cramped.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 2:35 pm
I have never watched Firefly anyways, so the reference is lost to me. Either way, if you're having trouble finding spacious ships, I'd suggest using someting other than freightors then. None of those up there are really designed for long term passenger use from what I can tell, but meh.
Though, i'm curious as to how many people you're going to have on this ship. How many roles do you have? 6 seems like a fairly large number, honesetly. Especially for a Roleplay in this guid, where 8 members tends to be a rather popular RP.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 2:42 pm
My concern is this: how will bringing another RP affect CotS?
I want to make sure we can finish that one, before we start throwing other distractoins around. Des, it doesn't seem to affect you much since you don't post in CotS, but for those of us who have a hard enough time getting others to post in CotS, this only makes Rping more difficult.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 2:46 pm
I'd be more concerned with the timing. Finals are coming up after all, and studying should take priority over playtime.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 2:53 pm
I don't expect to really start this until May or June, using this month to plan it out.
Also this is a mini-rp, like BoV or Emerald Squadron were.
Stop being so damned pessimistic. No-matter what, either of you twins ever have to anything good to say about anything. Look at the good before the bad and you might be able to enjoy life a bit more.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 3:04 pm
I just want my questions answered, Des.
Just because I haven't been around here as long as you doesn't mean I know what a mini-rp is. Or how about the fact that I want to know that my precious sonya isn't going to be wasted because you set this up?
Or how about quit being an a** to me anytime I ask a question?
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