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Application Rules:

o1. The application form, found in the following post, must be filled out completely.
o2. You may not post in designated RP threads until your application has been approved by proper moderators.
o3. Moderators reserve the right to reject any application for any reason.
o4. Do not PM moderators asking for their attention regarding your application.
o5. You are allowed one character in this role-play. (Anyone found having more than one, including over mules, will be banned on the spot)
o6. Because this RP is alternate-universe, you may not mention any occurrences or people from the classic Star Wars universe.
o7. Your initial character must be aligned with the Coruscanti Underground Rebellion. If your application is super-amazing, you will receive a PM with other alignment options. Do not PM a moderator asking to be anything but the norm.
o8. Jedi relatives are strictly prohibited. They interfere with the continuity of the storyline and generally make for unappealing character applications. If you believe you have a good reason to have a Force-using relative, PM K 19 to talk it over.
o9. All role-play applications must be written in third-person omnipotent.
1o. There are no spaceships in this RP. Don't even think about asking for one.
11. Because there are no spaceships, your character cannot be a pilot, or have any experience as a pilot.

Application FAQ:
o1.
Q: How do I know if a mod has OK'd my application?
A: The moderator will edit a message at the bottom of your application. It is not their responsibility to notify you when they've accepted or rejected your application, so check it from time to time.

o2.
Q: i want 2b a drk jdi/sith!1 & mandalorianz
A: With that grammar and punctuation? Good luck. AND NO.

o3.
Q: Why can't I have an X-Wing?
A: Didn't you read the storyline? The only things allowed to fly belong to The Corporation, and unless you're a government vehicle, you're illegal.

o4.
Q: Everyone wants to be a Jedi! Won't their numbers alone be enough to topple The Corporation and end your plotline?
A: There is a strict quota on the numbers of each "faction," so to speak. A moderator will assign you to a caste.

o5.
Q: Can I use my old RP character?
A: No. That character is too well-developed for the new system.

o6.
Q: Can I be any occupation I want?
A: No! That'd be too easy. >D You must choose from the list provided below.

RP Occupations:

o1. Accountant/fiscal auditor/banker/husbandry
o2. Cook/waiter
o3. Tailor/seamstress
o4. Mechanic
o5. Security guard/bodyguard
o6. Musician
o7. Retail/inventory cashier
o8. Educator
o9. Seceratary/general office clerk
1o. Doctor/physician/medical sciences
11. Barber/hairstylist
12. Janitor
13. Waste management
14. Librarian
15. Homemaker
16. Student
17. Childcare/nanny
18. Service manager
19. Sales/marketing/advertising
2o. Information technology specialist
21. Real estate agent
22. Human resources manager
23. Material handler
24. Transporation attendant
25. Construction
26. Combat class: foot soldier**
27. Combat class: field medic**
28. Combat class: techie**
29. Combat class: sharpshooter**
3o. Combat class: engineer**
*If you desire an occupation not listed, PM K 19 or Sephiroth_2000 to get it cleared up.
**We're wary of adding combatative classes to the career list, but it's entirely feasible that some retired troops exist, and some dog faces might be on a furlough. HOWEVER, we're also wary in letting you have these. In fact, we won't OK your application unless it shows that you won't abuse the power.

Woohoo!

First post! FIRST POST!

*Dances around*

Gaia Name: The Mr. named after the delicious well brewed dutch beer
Character Name: Jerke Pabesma
Gender: Male
Age: 56
Race: Duros
Character Description: Jerke is a typical red eyed green skinned Duros. In his job, Jerke prefers dressing in the typical white labcoat, although his old one has some holes and dirt spots of who knows what on it by now. Dangerous, perhaps. But it shows Jerkes well developed skills and reputation in the scientific world. Outside his job Jerke likes to go and relax in Coruscant's parks, he loves fishing, although due to the coruscant air quality this needs to happen in artificial biospeheres. It takes away some of the thrill and fun of fishing, but coruscant just isn't like Naboo. Since he is on the cooperation blacklist, he cannot appear in most of these facilities however, as they require a check in.
Jerke dresses up in casual clothing, usually a longsleeve t-shirt with jeans and some kind of vest, in which he can store equipment for his hobbies and job.
Relations: Jerke has a Duros wife, Katia, and an 23 year old son, Gerrit. Gerrit was a student chemistry at the big coruscant university, but since his father was on the cooperations black list, he learns his skills from his father, personally.
Character History: Jerkes life started 56 years ago on the planet of Naboo. His Grand-grand parents, many generations ago, were once refugees from the planet of Duros. Jerke enjoyed the life in the Naboo nature. He loved to go fishing or hunting with his dad, or just being in nature. His mother was a respected biologist, and was in the council of Naboo as representor of education at the time Gerrit was 18, and went to the Naboo university of Natural Sciences, one of the most, maybe the most respected institutes in the galaxy.
When he was 25 Jerke got his PhD. in the art of chemistry, Magna c** Laude. It was for this reason he was contacted by the Cooperation, a galactic compagny with many influence on all fronts. Many said they influenced the entire politics, noone dared to stand up against it. Jerke did not know how big their influence was, but one thing was clear, this was a beautifull chance for a carreer. He took it with both hands.... and when he realised what he was making it was too late. Jerke, part of a team of great and widely respected scientist, had created a device to control the force stored inside force sensitive persons. A device they believed was created for medical purpose, the purpose of force healing, but turned out to be for a way more sinister plan. What the plan was, noone knowed... but not what it was told to be
Many scientist stayed with the cooperation, lured by the enormous loans, many others... dissapeared. A small group managed to escape by making the cooperation believe they were loyal. But they were found out, their ship shot down while trying to flee, and crashed in the Coruscant underground. many dead, some injured... of which a few were saved by the coruscant inhabitants. A,ong the saved were Jerke, Katia and Gerrit.
Here Jerke saw what he did not see for years. The cooperation had an enourmous influence on Coruscant for decades and decades, and noone outside the planet could realize how big it was. Here, Jerke saw who he helped and with what. If the Cooperations could control the force for force heal, they could use it for many other things too, and they would only tighten their grip on the planet.
Jerke decided to focus his skills to undo what he created, he and his family were now officialy expelled and had to hide in the coruscant undercity, being spotted by any cooperation person would mean certain dead. In the undercity, in an improvised lab, the family Pabesma desperatly works to create the needs for the coruscantii, medicines, materials, and a way to get their life back. But if Jerke would live long enough for that, he did not know.

Personal Belongings: An improvised chemistry lab, equipped with old machines and mostly damaged glasswork. He has a small planetary speeder, created from scanvenged material. The thing won't beat the speed record, it barely makes 120, but it's better then walking. Besides that he lives in an improvised home without many real belongings, in the undercity. Like many coruscantii these days

Alignment: Coruscanti Underground Rebellion
Occupation: Professor in chemistry
Skills: Good memory, technical skills, invention skills, incredible IQ, headstrong
Flaws: Not very strong and sportive, bad at foreign languages (only speaks duro and standard), aged, from time to time he can be egocentric, especially to people who are not as smart as him and try to correct him, even if he really is wrong. Headstrong

Roleplay Sample:
It was a dark day in the coruscant underground. Winter was approaching, the air was clouded with chemicals... This, in combination with the strong winds and the cold made many of the older underground coruscantii sick, and for the poor people down here, little medicine was available. Gerrit, Jerke and a few other scientists that lived in the undercity used old tanks, parts of crashed ships and other junk to create a small factory, capable of processing some medicine that could at least save some lifes, by partially curing some common disceases due to the bad air and the cold.
Jerke had just set up the old computer to start the processing. Most of the chemicals were inserted, these chemicals were made in other, similar old plants the people created, a lot of the junk here could be recycled to the needed material...

"Gerrit, come on, where is that hydrochloric Acid?"

"Wait a second dad. The reflux stream still contains too much waste products. I think the temperature is a little too high for destillation right now. We still need some time!"

"Damnit Gerrit, how hard is it to make some damn acid? Those sick people out there are counting on us!"

"Sorry dad, but the university just has way better materials then they have down here... I really need to get used to it, things are just way harder down here. But we'll get there... If we start destillation now, those people will only get worse disceases!"

"Damn Gerrit, no compagny has stuff as good as the university! I can't help it we're stuck down here now! But I made an error I need to fix, and we need to do that with what we got! These people did their very best to create what we have, and we couldn't do that better. We just need to get around with it. Now just get that damn acid fixed, before it is too late"

Gaia Name:Darkside Luke
Character Name::Luke
Gender:Male
Age:28
Race:Human
Character Description:

Relations:
Character History:
Personal Belongings:'Nova Edge' Sword (Never carried in public) and a Caelli-Merced 'Reaper' Sniper Rifle (Rarely used. Kept in a locked box).

Alignment:Coruscant Underground Rebellion
Occupation:Foot Soldier
Skills:
Flaws:

Roleplay Sample:

((Still in progress))

b]Gaia Name: Tiger of the Fire.
Character Name: Philip Williams (Tiger)
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Race: Human
Character Description: Philip is a man of what at first glance appears to be under average build. He stand at about five feet nine inches. His body is light and lithe. Upon further examination (such as a physical >.>) his muscles are perfectly toned and impossibly flexible. As a gimmick, he will some times like the heel of his own foot. He regularly practices yoga and meditation arts to calm himself after a long stressful day. His face is of moderate arrangement. His eyes are evenly spaced and a perfectly proportioned nose with a relatively strong chin. His skin is a light cream color from spending a lot of time in the office with occasional trips out into the sun. His eyes are a very pale blue, almost light grey. His hair is a dirty blond, usually combed about in a very euro-trashy style. Regularly, he will be found wearing a standard grey business suit, shined boots, and a hat when out in the elements.

When not filling reports, he can be found taking in the night life or meditating. When doing the former he usually wears a pair of wide pants with very big pockets, a common black T or long sleeved shirt, and a black out back duster. When the latter is almost always a pair of shorts and a tank top, some times with his legs behind his head. Do to a birth defect, he has been outfitted with a mechanical right foot of standard design and performance.

Relations: A brother in the upper class and another working as a junk shop mechanic in the lower parts of the city. Mother and Father went missing in his 27th year of life.
Character History: Phillip come from a bland line of humans and breeds of alien close enough to mix DNA. He is not completely sure if his great, great grandmother was a Twi’lek or a Togruta, he does know how ever this his great aunt was a Bothane adopted into the family. His family has always lived on Courscant in various level of society. His main family though (the one he descends form) has always had a rather moderately lucrative career base to keep them in the upper parts of the city, not exactly the sky rise but still sun in the windows every morning

Phillip was born in Gertrude’s Memorial Hospital to a human mother and father at precisely 3 hours, 6 minutes, and 4 seconds in the morning after 12 am on March 4 he was born with a slight devfect that left his right foot underdeveloped. When he was old enough to understand, his parents asked if he would prefer it replaced with a mechanical implant. He was only 11 at the time, but very bright. After much self reflection he agreed to go under the knife.

His grandmother was one of his favorite relatives who lived in the mountain districts and would tell him stories of when she was a little girl and travel off world was common. Until about the age of 13 he had dreamed of seeing the planet form out side it’s atmosphere but came to grips with the realization that this would be extremely unlikely unless he was willing to undergo the training and going through the red tape of becoming a space freight technician or pilot. Upon realizing how much work it would take and how unlikely it was for him to obtain a liscence to leave the planet, he focused on a career in medicine. Several years later, after graduating 26th in a class of 100 at the Coruscant Academy of Specialized Medicine, he went on to the life he has now. He felt this to be a better choice in life paths as he some how shares and instant connection with other beings the moment he meets them.

Phillip is currently handling a lawsuit filed by the family of one of the patients he lost in a freak accident where one of his droids malfunctioned in the middle of a basic operation.
Personal Belongings: A pendant of unknown origin that has been in his family for generations that he normally only wears during meditation and yoga. Aside form that and his clothes, swoop bike, and two story upper house in the Coruscant upper district sky rise he has nothing special.

Alignment: Coruscanti Underground Rebellion
Occupation: Doctor.
Skills: Philip is quite skilled with a scalpel. It’s some times scary they way he works, fast and efficient. His incisions are so precise that many of the medical droids he works with joke about whether or not he actually has a cybernetic enhanced brain and body. He is also extremely flexible, accurate, and agile.

Flaws: Phillip has been informed that he is slowly going blind. The cause was an accident in the operating room where one of the droids malfunctioned and attempted to kill the patient. Quick reflexes and conveniently having an organic sealer in hand aloud him to cut through the droid power cables. The droid had been shut down, but not before it was able to cut through the neck and arteries of the patient with an integrated scalpel in it‘s right hand. When the cords where severed, the power lines racked across his face and eyes, leaving him blind and out of work for several weeks. He eventually regained his sight, but is now loosing it once more and is told it will be preeminent once gone, unless he is willing to purchase ocular implants.

Roleplay Sample:
"Holy s**t!" Siad Pyro as he looked through the RP apps, a look of utter shock and amazment on his face as he scrolled down through the pages.

"Whats up?" Asked his black and red anthro-tiger alter ego. His eyes hazed with an akrid green smoke as the necroplasm fromm with in his form was swiftly purged as it grew to over abundent. He had been polishing his horn in the back.

Pyro looked up at his better half as he pointed to the screen, several posts spucificly. Small writing in a nice shade of pleasent green stood out at the end of each post. The anthro bent down and squinted as he read. "Holy s**t!" he said alloud.

"See....What the hell? She's actualy being nice in her posts." Pyro said with a bemused smirk and a tone of astonishment.

The anthro sighed as he turned around, waxing towl in paws as he ran it back and forth over the length of one of his horns. "PMS, Pyro. The one rare few hours were it makes the female species of mamals nice and sweet."

"K is gunna have your balls in a vice for that one."

"Your balls. You wrote all this. I'm just a figment you made up."

The anthro went back into the back room non-chalantly, still polishing his horns, leaving Pyro to sniker at the computer screen.

((Good? Or does it really have to pretain to my RP character?))


((You didn't add my allighnment! gonk ))
((AAUGH FAILS AT LIFE!!1 *adds* ninja ))

Gaia Name: sfulpiap43
Character Name: DJ Delos Manggagamot
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Human
Character Description: About 5'8", black hair, black eyes, muscular build, sharp mind

Relations: mother and father who have already passed away
Character History: DJ was born into a loving family of doctors. They cared deeply for their son, and were reknowned doctors on Couruscant. Soon after the development of bacta however, their skills were less sought after and their wages grew lesser. THey were deeply saddened that with what they were earning now they could not afford to send DJ to med school. THedy did however take it one themselves to show him the skills necessary to make him a legend in the field of medicine. from the age of six, he was constantly quizzed by his parents on the various diseases and how they manifested and how they were cured. DJ had a knack for problem solving and by the age of 15, was accompanying his father to their clinic in the lower city. While his father was inside working in detail with a patient, DJ would talk among the patients in the waiting room and use what his parents taught him to figure out what ailed them. DJ was right 99% of the time, and left his father to tell the patient the course of treatment.

THeir family name soon regained some of its previous status, and word had spread that the Delos Manggagamot could treat diseases just as effectively as "bacta doctors" for less money. Doctors in the upper city feared this and hired assassins to kill the family of three. It just so happened that DJ had been taught by his father and grandfathers various martial art forms, both armed and unarmed. The two were able to keep themselves and DJ's mother safe for sometime, which angered the upper city doctors. They eventually hired enough armed assassins to take care of the family, but luckily DJ escaped the bloodbath. He soon joined various underground resistances, offerin his skills. The gangs that he joined soon joined the Couruscanti Underground Rebellion.
Personal Belongings: small apartment/hideout, surgical kit, basic clothes, two collapsable metal batons, a long collapsable metal staff, laser pistol

Alignment:Couruscanti Underground Rebellion
Occupation:Doctor
Skills: master in Tae Kwon Do, Karate, Drunken Fist, able to trace symptoms of patients and correctly diagnose them within minutess, assuming that the patients dont lie to him
Flaws: DJ tends to be introverted, as his patients could soon spread word of him, which might lead to an assassination like that of his parents, he also tries to diagnose patients with as little interaction as possible, to avoid havin to hear their lies. He tends to be mistrusting.

Roleplay Sample:
It was a late day treating the wounds of the gang. Most were battle injuries, which he had seen many times before, especially with rival gangs roaming around the streets of the lower city. The was one interesting case of poisoning that he dealt with quickly, but it was out of the ordinary since the poison he found was very expensive for gang members.

Having just left the gang meeting, he was putting away his bandana when he heard footsteps behind him. While it was not the safest way to pass, DJ was tired and hungry and was eager to get home, and had hastily take an short cut through an dim lit alley. DJ continued to walk, keeping his right hand (his better hand) on the pistol he kept hidden underneath his jacket. Soon his attackers made their clumsy attack, the last of them trippin over some trash droids. He drew quickly and was able to shoot the rival gang members farthest from him. DJ was about to turn the pistol to the closest advisary when it was knocked out of his hand by a vibroblade. DJ now found himself facing four rival gang members, each armed with a vibroblade or longsword. Luckily for DJ the alley wasnt very wide, which would mean he would be able to face them one on one. The first one continued his assault leaving no chance for DJ to draw his weapons. After avoiding some diagonal slashes with some ease, the first attacker made a stabbing motion. His attack was very clear, and DJ twisted towards the outside of the blade, dodging with ease. As he came closer to his attacker's torso, wrapped his left hand around the attackers neck and used his right hand to draw the attacker's arm across his waist. A quick snap broke the attackers neck. DJ then turned to the now atonished gang members remaining.

"The leader, so quickly" one of them exclaimed.

THey quickly shook of their fear and DJ extended his metal staff, and pointed the end towards his next attacker. The rival gang member lunged, and caught the end of DJ's staff with his gut. As he doubled over in pain, DJ quickly twisted and brought the pole down on the attacker's neck, again breaking his neck.

The next attacker tried a horizontal slice, but DJ blocked it with his staff. DJ then manuvered it crack the attacker's skull at the very of his head.

The last attacker went for an overhead chop, but DJ deflected it by slanting his pole. DJ then twisted the pole to strike his enemy behind the knee, causing him to fall to the ground. The force had broken the gang member's knee, and DJ figured why not let him live.

DJ then walked home, cleaned up and collapsed on his bed.



iight its been changed

Gaia Name: Kalcos
Character Name: Semm Rendge
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Human
Character Description: Stands at about 5'8. He has brown spiked hair and has brown eyes. Semm wears heavy boots. He is usually seen wearing a gun metal colored top. His pants and are black with red stripes running down them.

Relations: A mother and father somewhere on Corruscant.
Character History:Semm ended up on Corruscant a few years ago. He was 17 at the time. He was good with a gun, as he learned on his home planet of Yavin 4. His parents settled there a few years before Semm was born. His father was skilled with a blaster rifle. He taught Semm everything he knows about blasters. Eventually, they moved to Corruscant, where they were middle class citizens. Due to the control of flight, his family was forced to sneak onto a cargo ship. One of Semm's father's good friends helped them out. Semm decided to join the armed forces on Corruscant. He realized there he wasn't as good as he thought he was with a rifle.
In the armed forces, he found people much more skilled then he was. He adapted though and became better, learning to shoot better then before. He became happy with his career, as he was making normal wage. He also enjoyed being an armed foot soldier because he had liked shooting for a while and it was practically a hobby of his.
Personal Belongings:A blaster rifle, a pistol ((mostly kept in concealment during battle)), a double-sided vibroblade and grey armor.

Alignment: Coruscanti Underground Rebellion
Occupation:Foot Soldier
Skills:Can fix and rebuild damaged rifles and pistols, can shoot very accurately, very fit which allows for better movement in fights
Flaws:Weak compared to most other soldiers, young which means less expierience

Roleplay Sample:

"Are you kidding me? You'll never be able to fight me...and win," Semm said.

A drunk man about his size stared him down.

"Reeeeallly? You thinnk sooo?," he said.

"Your drunk! Get home!," Semm responded.

"Alright Mr. Big Shot!," he said.

"Yeah, go home, rest and sober up. Geez.....the drunks in this city are bad," Semm said.

Semm left that spot heading for an ally to go home for a while. He stopped hearing a weird voice. It seemed slightely familiar though. He turned around to see a dark figure. His guns weren't on him, so if this turned out to a fight it would be all fists. Semm suddenly saw the figure of a bottle. That was all he could make out on the figure.

"I'm gonnnnnnnaaa beeeaat *hic* youuuu," it said.

Semm instantly knew who it was. It was the crazy old drunk from before.

The man rushed at Semm with an empty broken bottle.

"Are you nuts?," Semm said.

The man swung at him. Semm dodged and held him from behind. He held him then pushed him to the ground, and ran off. The guy must have had been watching him.



Tweaked it!

Gaia Name: Whitchard
Character Name: Faye Nova
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: Human
Character Description: How she looks
Relations: Brother Jack Nova, age 23, occupation Librarian How he looks
Sister Valentine Nova, age 17, occupation Technical Student How she looks
Character History:
Faye was never what anyone would call lucky but her life had its okay moments. Her family had a single family unit in what was a pretty nice neighbor hood and her parents made good money working for a pharmaceutical company. They werent scientist or anything but there jobs were about as close as anyone from the lowers could get to something like that. They even got the occasional dose of vaccines or medical treatments when there company needed human test subjects.
Things were pretty alright for the Novas right up until Fayes parents contracted a deadly disease. They were snatch up immediately by the pharmaceutical company as test subjects and unlike the relatively safe tests they had been a part of before this time it was a beta test. The drug they were give had barely cleared the initial cell culture testing phase but the lab techs were itching to try it on a fully developed biological subject, Aka, Faye parents. The drug cured the disease but the Novas died of a secondary infection which because of its common nature the company didn’t have any interest in curing. Given the situation that was just adding insult to injury and made Faye rather bitter when it came to the ‘corporates’ from then on. More then she was before that at any rate.
Since then Faye and her brother have been working like dogs to keep whats left of there family together and put Valentine through school. They don’t think things will get easier if they manage to pull it off but they want to give her a shot at a decent future.
Personal Belongings: A set of uni-scan head phones which pick up any broadcast in her vicinity, sometimes including unencrypted com signals, and can send signals when synced up with her mike. The draw back is it works like an unencrypted broadcast station and can be picked up by anyone listening to the standard channels. Her own vocal performance mike with universal speaker interface capacity and limited independent holo projection capabilities and a two room apartment in one of the nicer slums which she splits with her siblings.

Alignment: Coruscanti Underground Rebellion
Occupation: Musician
Skills:
Singing
Can play the keyboard
Minor skill with manipulating stage and performance related tech
Flaws: Combat is not her thing, unless she has some sort of advantage she will almost always lose in a fight and sometimes even if she has an advantage.

Roleplay Sample:
Faye stared straight ahead as the public transport lurched to a start. There really wasn't much else she could do with her fellow passengers packed in so tightly around her it was almost hard to breath. Given a choice she would gladly have walked rather then ride around in what she was coming to think of as jumbo sized coffin, an image the life less eyes of her fellow metro passengers wasn't helping with. She didn't have a choice though, it was her job to pick up Valentine from school and it was way too far to walk. Silently she cursed the half day that had put the task into her jurisdiction and not that of her nine to five brother. He wouldn't have had to go during rush hour and was desensitized to the ride anyway.
She would have bolted the second the train docked with the proper platform but it was out of the question thanks to the crush of bodies around her. As it was she barely managed to disembark in time despite shoving, elbowing and cursing at the people around her. Once off she finally took off, running a good portion of the remaining three blocks to her destination. Valintine would be angrey if she was late and the area wasn't exactly safe.

"Hey, you okay sis?" Valentine was waiting for her out front wearing her customary look of concern and vague disapproval that she saved just for Faye. She didn’t like how her sister chose to make a living and not just because of the clothes she wore while singing.

"Yah, I’m fine pips. I just decided I couldnt wait to see you and ran from the train." Faye said, mussing up her sisters hair. Valentine squired and made a face, knowing full well why her sister had run.

"Sure Faye." She said with a roll of her eyes that summed up rather accurately what she thought of her sisters problem.

"Show some respect pips or I won't take you to get that new plasma cutter."Faye said casually, adjusting her clothes a bit.

"NO WAY! You really will!?" Faye thought Valentines hug was going to crack her ribs but she didn’t pull away. She just laughed as much as her abused lungs would let her and messed up her sisters hair some more. It was almost pathetically easy to make Valentine deliriously happy. She really was just to cute sometimes but that was also one of the reasons Faye worked so hard to take care of the brat. The kid deserved all of the happiness she could get.