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 Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 3:46 pm
Username:Oruismist Name:Vorsh Age:19 Birth Planet biggrin osha Race:Trandoshan Alignment:Evil Occupation:Sith Rank:Apprentice Weps:Vibro axe, E-11 blaster rifle Force:basic mastry of neutral powers,Force grip, and drain life Bio:Vorsh was part of the Trandoshan millitary. Upon his first assingment his squad was sent to duxun the deamon moon. To find weapons and artifacts left behind by the Mandaliorians and ancient Sith. The entire squad was wipped out in one of the Mando weapon cache's. Vorsh barley made it out and was injured he knew he had to find a place to rest and hide from the dangerous wildlife of Duxun. He found a cave to hide in, although it ended up being a secret entrance to the tomb of Fredon Nadd. While in the tomb he was approached by the spirt of Fredon Nadd Speaking in the ancient tounge of the Sith. After a day or so Vorsh began to understand the spirt. It said "I can feel the darkness in your heart, join the dark side and embrace that power." Vorsh replied "I have all the power i need" Then with a Vibro axe held high he brought it down into what would have been the spirits chest it passed strait through and smashed onto the tomb face shatering. The tomb being made of Mando armor. "Your strength is nothing" said the spirit of Fredon Nadd "I will serve you my master" Said Vorsh kneeling be fore the spirit There he trained for three years bulding his light saber with a unique blade that belonged to a long forgeten sith lord. Apperance: Standing 2.2 meters tall (7-2ft) and being well built. Vorsh can look very intimadating on his tradational Sith robes his head is normally up so all you can see is his glowing yellow eyes
Wow. So not the Application form we get people to use. Please change it to the required one, then I'll give it another look ;D ~Seffi
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 3:52 pm
Gaia Name: MOD Character Name: Kendor of Kuat Gender: Male Age: 47 Race: Human Character Description: Tall, with thin, brown hair, and brown eyes. Usually wears a naval officer's uniform in a blue color. Relations: Kuat family. Character History: Kendor is the latest head of the Kuat Monarchy, and director of Kuat Drive Yards. He is a known pro-Imperial, however the recent civil war has forced him to side with the Oronar. Personal Belongings: On hand, a DL-44 Blaster Alignment: Empire (Under Oronar Supervision) Occupation: Head of Kuat Drive Yards Skills: Money-handling Flaws: Appealing to leeser peoples Roleplay Sample:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gaia Name: MOD Character Name: Arcturus Draco Gender: Male Age: 30 Race: Human Character Description: Imperial KnightRelations: Antares Draco (Great-Grandfather; Deceased) Character History: Arcturus is the prominent Master of the Imperial Knights, the Force Users under loyalty and service to the Empire. He's a prodigious force user, and staunch loyalist, doing everything he can in service to his nation. Personal Belongings: Silver-bladed lightsaber, Red Imperial Knight Armor Alignment: Empire Occupation: Master Imperial Knight Skills: Dueling, Force Mastery Flaws: Piloting Roleplay Sample:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gaia Name: MOD Character Name: Emperor Roan Fel III Gender: Male Age: 60 Race: Human Character Description: Emperor FelRelations: Fel dynasty Character History: Fel is the latest in a line of Emperor descended from Baron Soontir Fel of the Galactic Emperor. He's a prodigious force user, and figure head of the Imperial Knights, who serve him loyaly. He is also, by illigetimancy, a descendant of Jaina Skywalker. Following the Oronar Usurption, Fel and his Knights fled Coruscant in the wake of he Oronar Invasion, and is since working on leading his forces to take back the capital. Personal Belongings: Silver-bladed lightsaber, Silver Imperial Knight Armor, Cloak Alignment: Empire Occupation: Galactic Emperor-in-Exile Skills: Dueling, manipulating those below him, negotiation Flaws: Knowing when to back down Roleplay Sample:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gaia Name: MOD Character Name: Ortan Gender: Male Age: 80 Race: Arkanian Character Description: Tall, with long white hair, held in a ponytail. He has white eyes, and wears grey Oronar robes. Relations: None Character History: Ortan was one of the founding members of the Oronar, and is a direct subordinate to Oronar himself. He's loathe of Luke usurping his position of right hand, and wants nothing more than to be rid of the former Dark Jedi. Currently, he is the Oronar Representive to the Kuat System. Personal Belongings: Aqua-bladed lightsaber and robes Alignment: Oronar Occupation: Oronar Jedi Master Skills: Mind Trick and Battle Meditation Flaws: Dueling Roleplay Sample:
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ElladanKenet Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 6:05 pm
Gaia Name:Travis Celendel
Character Name: Erchen
Gender: Male
Age:16 (Farghul reach maturity at 11)
Race:Farghul
Character Description: Erchan stands at a slightly short stature. He has tawny fur and hazel eyes. He wares a mesh vest, a nerfhide jacket, and loose, almost tattered pants. All with many large pockets. He moves very gracefully although he keeps a slouched posture. His tail can always be found swaying to and fro.
Relations: None living. He was abandoned shortly after birth.
Character History: Abandoned in the middle of the night in a Hutt crime lord's lair, Erchen was destined to be a criminal. The Hutt took him in not as a son, but more as a nephew of a hated brother. Neglected for the most part, Erchen spent most of his time as a cub scavenging. He always seemed to know where to be, and when danger was imminent. Eventually his potential became apparent to a Zeltron con artist. She took him under her wing and became his mentor. He quickly picked up slight of hand, unarmed combat, and manipulation. After ten years that taught the young Farghul that he was capable of loving someone, it came to a crashing stop. The duo were planning a heist when it went sour. He escaped the ensuing ambush, she did not. He returned heartbroken to the Hutt and began working for him. He learned that it was the Hutt that had betrayed the two. Rather than killing the worm in a rage, he schemed and waited for an opertunity to strike. Just such an opportunity appeared not long after and Erchen dealt a blow that was worse than death to the crime lord. He stole the Hutt's prized possession, a Jedi Holocron. Erchen fled Nar Shadda before anyone knew it was missing. He stowed away on a freighter bound for Onderon. Darth Norfair felt his presence and approached him with an offer to become a dark Jedi. He has been learning all that he could in the last 3 months.
Personal Belongings: Jacket, pants, vest, a Holocron (though he just thinks it's a shiny hunk of metal.
Alignment: Dark Jedi
Occupation:Dark Knight
Skills:Pick-pocketing, some slicing, Teras Kasi, Acrobatics, can read people well, force sensitive, stealthy, agile.
Flaws: not physically strong. used to getting his way. Arrogant. says what exactly what he is thinking whether of not the situation warrants it. Subconsciously steals things especially with his tail. Usually acts on his first instinct.
Roleplay Sample Silently, he jumped from the platform to the roof of the freighter. It was being loaded by droids mostly, but he noted that there were a few sentients overseeing. He searched the top of the ship for the hatch that should be there for emergency docking. Once he found it, he began working to open it without sounding an alarm.
He slid down the ladder slowly. He dropped to the floor as he felt a tingle run up his spine. He pressed himself against the wall as a security guard walked past. The Farghul smiled as he smelled the lum on the guard's breath. He slid in step behind the man. He slipped his arm around the guard's neck and kicked his legs out from under him. The fat human hit the floor hard and went limp. Erchen tried lifting the man and almost fell over on top ho him. "Aww, come on!" He said out of annoyance. "How do you have enough money to be this big?"
Approved -EK
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 8:23 pm
Gaia Name: Kawazoe Taiki Character Name: Ohanzee Sal Otieno Gender: Male Age: 14 Race: Human Character Description: http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn135/ShadowRider3000/Other/KNDrp.jpg He have white hair and he also have white skin, he likes to where black all the time and he has blue eye's. Relations: All his family is dead he has one friend of the family Character History:his parents died when he turned the age of 10 he has been living with his friend named Jack he's 50 years old also human and he owns a work shop and teach Ohanzee the trade, now Ohanzee helps around the shop because he loves to build stuff. He also likes to play games like battle strategy and he is very friendly once you get to know him but at first he's kind of shy he likes to help people if he can but he acts very secretive. Alignment: Republic Occupation: Engineering Skills: Engineering and Battle Strategy also Computer skills hes a master when it comes to electronics. Flaws: Sleeping Disorder Roleplay Sample: Ohanzee wakes up in the middle of the night because he was just having a nightmare so he walk into the work shop from his bedroom and started to work on some farming equipment so he begins to work on it and his mind wondered into his nightmare he was on a far away plant he didn't even know and there was a factory and his parents were there at the gate and when they turned around they were wearing empire suits and picked up their blaster and pointed it right at him but before he could remember any more sparks flew were the farming equipment was and he got burned on the hand by the sparks than Jack came out and said " What are you doing out here so late? " then Ohanzee said " I couldn't get some sleep. " Jack then said " Well OK don't stay to late all right. " Ohanzee then said " I wont. " Then Jack went back to sleep and Ohanzee went to the sink and put his hand under warm water, he began working on the equipment and said " All done. " and he headed back to bed. I cant exactly approve this app just yet, but i have a few suggestions: The chracter description needs an actual written description of both physical looks and personality. what you have at the end of the history about him being shy, liking to build stuff, and liking strategy games can all go into character description. with that said you also need to elaborate alittle bit more on the history, how did his parents die, why is he with the 50 year old, why dose he want to join the Gallactic Alliance. and how did he learn how to be an engineer.
give me a Private message when you have made these corrections and anything else you personally want to correct yourself.
with love,
The-Vampire-Mikhail
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 10:03 am
 Gaia Name: x Leinhart x
Character Name: Heeda Tssa
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Race: Human
Character Description: [x],
[xx]
A fine looking man, Heeda's physical beauty may symbolize him as being a sweet, kind young gentlemen, but he's in fact the polar opposite. Though he is quite the ladies man, he never loses his focus on his indulgence of becoming a Jedi Master. Deep blue orbs of tranquil solemnity bless his eyes with the finest of sight. Burgundy locks of hair tonsured in a rather rebellious and rogue manner, illustrate his sense of individuality and freedom while his clothing, represent the same; a light tan robe beneath some vest of a more darker shade of brown; black boots as footwear with some intricate brown textures on the front of them.
Relations: None
Character History: There is actually little information known about Heeda besides that he was born on a small island not too far away from Dantoinne and was born into the world with little to no money. His father was a Jedi Knight and his mother worked as a maiden, cleaning homes and shelters for almost a minimal wage. As he grew up, Heeda knew he was destined to become a Jedi, but it was only in his best interest if he became one of the Jedi. Instead of fighting against his father, he preferred to fight with him, and perhaps along side him. Though sadly, his father was killed fighting against the Sith while Heeda was stationed at the Jedi Headquarters.
Personal Belongings: His Orange Lightsaber, Robes, Treasures, and Clothing
Alignment: Jedi
Occupation: Jedi Apprentice
Skills: Like all Jedi, he restlessly aims for perfection; to be the greatest, to succeed in all the power of the Force. Heeda has learned many skills throughout his life in which he possess, even today.
Though he's exemplary at using the sense powers Empathy, Force Aura, Heal, Force Jump, and Force Push, Heeda still employs many techniques useful for the occasions such as mechanics, acrobatics, and engineering. He's an expert at dueling, and loves fighting simply for the thrill of it all; his strength is formidable.
Flaws: In all honesty, Sarinn is his own weakness. Despite his desires to be the strongest Jedi in the universe, his greed and ambition to achieve this goal may actually lead to the cause of his own death. Extremely arrogant, he only views but one answer; his own, as everything he says is right, and is always correct; he needs to learn how to 'agree to disagree'.
Roleplay Sample:
[Recyled Roleplay]
The delusion... It struck like a bolt of lightning. The dreams of death, malice, and hatred... The thought of losing someone of importance, of love, a close one. The illusion began as Leinhart began to wonder, drowning within a pool of imagination, mental imagery, a dream. Derived from fear, and complete anxiety, Leinhart was terrorized in a hallucination; a shadow of unreality... A nightmare.
His body drenched in an eternal sweat while his darkened nightmares consumed him entirely. He tossed, and turned upon his king-sized bed, attempting to brake free from this illusionary mirage that seemed so.... Life-like. How can a dream feel so real? How can a nightmare devour one's soul? Only god may have known.
He mourned, internally... Cried, eternally within a realm that made even the non-existent appear to be actual, or real. The images within his nightmare began to bend, and distort in shape. How can his body seem so restless when he was actually, sleeping? His cold sweat began to puddle and soak him, heavily until his body could no longer feel the presence of dryness, dry skin. He began to shiver, his body trembled in fear.... Death itself was nearby.
The image of his beloved, Artemis seemed close enough for him to grab hold of, but those metals chains, those shackles prevented him, held him back while his love fled the scene into the distant darkness that seemed to consume her very form until she was no longer.... No longer there, no longer visible..... No longer existent. He shouted for her, his love Artemis, but there was no response. Not even the face of death replied which accumulated his fear and phobia even more. But then, a light not too far from where Leinhart seemed to be constricted with shackles and chains upon his constrain, flickered. The voice of his beloved called to his name....
Leinhart...... Save me....
Just then, her form was visible again, and now in sight. If he could only reach her, if only his arms were a tad bit longer, if only.... He began to contemplate once more as his own fear of dread and horror were no longer a threat to him. Still, he panicked, the thought of his own daunt and dismay began to stampede him with consternation.
How could I live any longer without her? I let her go, I should have kept her with me... By my side, close. How could I have saved her if I couldn't even save myself and free me from these wretched chains?!? Will I be punished for letting her die, letting her fade from my sight?!!? IF ONLY I COULD HAVE TOLD HER!!!!
Leinhart awoke, his heart pounding heavily with anxiety.
How much I have loved her.....
It was a dream, all of it.Approved Mikhail
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 9:06 pm
Gaia Name: Dark Lord Grievous
Character Name: Zanos Gideon
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Human
Character Description: He wears a black robe and hooded cloak, which he usually uses to conceal his appearance. He has shoulder length black hair and dark green eyes, which have begun to take a sulfur tint. He wears glasses, although his eyesight is not bad, he has trouble seeing text from a distance. His lust for power often leads him into dangerous situations, which would be something he would otherwise avoid.
Relations:Mother-Deceased
Father-Living on Aargau, uninformed of sons fate.
Character History:He lived a typically normal life, in a middle-class family. However, his intelligence above that of the other students in his class caused him to grow distant from them, and he even began to hate them. He thought he was better than them. He was never very physically strong, however, and was often bullied in by other students. During one of the times he was being picked on, he reached his breaking point, and an unseen forced slammed the classmates temple into a wall, giving him a concussion. After that, the other students were afraid of him.
He quickly took advantage of the fear his other classmates had for him, and he turned the tables on them. He wanted revenge. Many of the students that feared him the most also respected him the most, and would listen to him. However, as he began to explore his strange powers, he quickly began to lose interest. He wanted more power. He had heard of the Jedi. Was this their "force?" But no, he was too old, and their peaceful ways disgusted him. He has heard of the Sith, in passing. To rule through absolute power was their goal, and it was one that paralleled his own.
As he was moved into a University at an early age, he listened to rumors that passed his ears, and tried new things with the "force." Sure, it was convenient, but he knew he could be more. After several more years, he graduated from the university, with a degree in theoretical sciences. He was convinced that there must of been a logical explanation behind his strange power, and for 3 more years, he delved and delved into it, using his own DNA for tests.
After years of fruitless research, Zanos began to feel an urge,
scratching at the back of his skull. The Dark Side was drawing him somewhere. Before he could find what it was though, it found him. A Dark Jedi who was passing through the area had noticed him. while he was out on his mission. He began to show him some of the more practical applications of the force, as he returned to Iridonia with the Zanos. He showed him some lightsaber moves, where he took a great admiration to Soresu, admiring it's efficiency. Upon landing on Iridonia, he was made a Dark Jedi Intiate, and began his training.
Personal Belongings:A one-handed vibroblade resistant finished with cortosis weave, his cloak and robes, and A Zabrak Tystel Mark III blaster pistol.
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And a Hairbrush.
Alignment:Sith
Occupation:Dark Jedi Intiate
Skills:Good melee defense, and force powers to create most of his offense. He is calm and level headed, and very intelligent.
Flaws:He is physically weak, and paranoid. His melee offense has many holes in it, as well. He is slow to trust others, and because of this, does not have many allies.
Roleplay Sample:Zanos parried his opponents blows, paying special attention to his footwork, something he was constantly trying to work on. His teacher increased the speed and power of his blows, putting the pressure on Zanos's defenses. Since they were practicing lightsaber forms with vibroblades, the moves didn't feel quite right, but they were still making sufficient progress. Zanos was able to lock his teachers sword, and disarm him, and began to bring the blade down torwards his teachers neck, but he dodged to the side, retrieving his blade.
"Good. You are learning. Remember, try to kill me. It's the only way you'll learn."
Zanos nodded, and continued to remain passive aggressive in his technique, expending as little stamina as he possibly could. His teacher swung an overhand blow at him, and Zanos was not able to properly parry the blow, and he lost his grip on the blade, and it fell to the floor. His teacher made a stab for his stomach, but Zanos rolled, and the blow grazed his side.
"Grrhhh."
"Bah. You still need to practice Form 3. Your footwork is still sloppy. Remember, redirect the blows, do not block them. That is what I am trying to teach you. If you don't learn, you're going to be dead soon. That's it for now, we have almost reached Iridonia."
After patching his wound, Zanos returned to the cockpit of the small fighter they were in. Out the viewport, the world of Iridonia was coming into view, the home of the Dark Jedi.
"Now we shall find you a real trainer."
Zanos smiled from under his hood. This was what he had been waiting for for years.
Approved,
Mikhail
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 11:53 pm
Gaia Name: DuneHazzar Character Name: Thrak Deliage Gender: Male Age: 23 Race: Human, or corellian to be more precise. Character Description: Thrak stands at 6' even, weighing in at 200lbs. His medium length brown hair, which comes down to about the middle of his neck, is never well kept and tends to give hi ma slight rough look. Thrak's face adds t othe rough demeanor i nthe fact that he tends to keep his ebard at a constant state of 5'oclock shadow. His brown eyes however contrast his rough demeanor as they often times hold a softness too them that is more like the man behind the mask. Thraks build is an average one though he does keep himself in good shape. Relations:Vell Deliage - Adoptive father - 64 Character History: Thrak had a rough childhood as many corellian orphans have since the beginning of time. His parents, long on the run from loansharks had secreted Thrak away to an orphanage when he was only 1 year old. It would not be untill late in Thrak's life that he would come to know this, and that the loan shark had succeeded in ending their lives. Growing up in the orphanage was rought for Thrak as he allways butted heads with the other kids whom seemed only to want to pick on Thrak since odd things seemed to happen around him and when he was around. At the age of 5 Thrak was adopted by Vell Deliage, a well known trader in the area, though in reality he was one of the ebst smugglers of his time. From that point on Thrak's childhood started to look up as Vell saw within Thrak someone who could pick up where he eventually would leave off. Vell immediatly began to teach Thrak how to use both a blaster and a blade and was amazed at how quickly he picked them both up. By the age of 10 Thrak had become nearly a master with both weapons and it was time, vell thought, to teach the boyu the most important skill he could, how to pilot a ship like it should be. In Vell's words one shoudl treat their ship like a lover, be rough when needed, and gentle when not needed and she'll treat you better than you could ever hope for. When Trhak turned 18 Vell decided that training was over and it was time to take his boy on more than the easy smuggling runs he had so far. That was when Vell took Thrak deep into Empire held space with a load of spice and tipped the imperials off himself. This landed Trhak in one of the most danegrous positions of his life, and without a gunner it was looking grim. However Thrak would nto give up and flew with every thing he had, pushing the Runner to it's very limits. HAd the ship been any slower vessel Thrak would surely have dies that day, but thanks to the skills Vell had taught him and the abilities of that ship Thrak was able to escape narrowly, hoever the ship needed some serious repairs and as such Vell made Thrak work it off, saying that this was what would be needed of the best smugglers in the end.Now at the age of 22 Thrak has taken over his father's smuggling runs completely and proves day in and day out that he is everybit his fathers son. Personal Belongings: As a smuggler there are but three belongings that matter to thrak in this world, his CA-36 blaster pistol, his antiquated echani style vibroblade, and his ship the "Runner" which was hadned down to him from his father. The Runner is a one of a kind ship that is about teh size of the milennium falcon and is shaped like a miniturized version of an old school Corellian corvette. It's speed in hyperspace is impressive but it's speed in realspace is what makes the Runner so hard to catch as the ship is mostly engine. Alignment: Neutral Occupation: Smuggler Skills: Thrak is skilled with both a blaster and a vibroblade, he also a gifted pilot. This coupled with the fact that he has untapped abilities in the force make him a formidable enemy or ally. Flaws: Thrak, like many smugglers, tends to be overconfident in his skills, often times landing him in hard situations. This coupled with his love of alcohol and cheap thrills can manytimes bring about his downfall. Roleplay Sample:Thrak could hardly beleive what was happening before him, he had not only been sent by his father into Imperial held territory with a highly illegal substance, but now it seemed they knew he was coming. As the runner had come out of hyperspace he saw before him an imperial cruiser ready to overtake him allready. "How in the name of god did this come to be?!" Was all he shouted as he frantically started to flip switches and begin to swivel his ship around. Over his comm he could ehar the Cruiser hailing him to stop and hand himself over, but he knew he couldnt do that, with as much cargo as he ahd they would have his a** good. To make matetrs worse he had no gunner, it allmsot seemed as if Vell hismelf had set him up, it wouldn't be unlike hi mto test him like this. However there was no tiem to let his mind wander as he started his flight, he couldn't get to hyperspace with the big lug right on top of him, he needed to put some serious space between them, even with the Runner's capabilites it would be nearly impossible to simply dart away. It was then as he was trying to dodge the big ships fire that a warning went off, signallign incoming fighters. "DAMN IT TO HELL!! They got those bastards deployed WAY too fast for this to have not been a trap." Frantically he maneuvered his ship, trying desperately to avoid what fire he could, a small set of screens along his panels showing him his rear and rear/side veiws, enabling him to predict where the blasts were to come from. However as he piloted his ship he started to focus less o nthe screens, seeming to be able to predict his enemies movements before they made them, at one point evendrastically slowing his ship so that the fighters overtook hi mand in an instant he kicked it into full throttle again, coming up a group of three which in moments he had torn apart with his only pilot controled weapons, a swiveling blaster cannon under the nose of his ship and his concussive missles. hoever that was but three of many and he had no way to even attempt that again as the rest were hot on his tail once more. Im liking the smuggler, we need more of those guys. However, we do need to know what his allignments are, The Resistance (the republic and empire) are looking for smugglers and are paying decently while the Oronar are also looking for bounty hunters. you might be able to switch sides during the RP but if you dont mind, pick one now and let me know.
Otherwise approved.
Mikhail
i hope K dosen't come back saying HEY YOU VAMP! APP. APPROVAL IS MY JOB!
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 8:02 pm
Gaia Name: Psyon Black Character Name: Seto Genesis Gender: Male Age: 18 Race: Miraluka Character Description: Seto is around 5'11" and has a slim but muscular body type. His long blood red hair is left loose to run down his back. He wears a black mask to hide his white, sightless eyes, Under the mask he also wears a black strip of cloth over his eyes. His clothing consists of soft black boots and black loose fitting trousers. he also wears a Black Ubese Shirt with Silver Cortosis Weaved Armour Plates over his upper chest, also the same armour covers his arms and hands. A red sash is is tied around his waist to remind him of his Mother and Father. He also has a double staff rack holder on his back to carry his Fathers Lightstaff aswell as his own shocklance. Relations: Both his Parents died six months ago. no brothers or sisters. Character History: Growing up on Alpheridies in a small settlement of a few thousand people, was based near the base of a Mountain to protect from the winds. Though his parents were both trained jedi they relocated back to Alpheridies when Seto's mother became pregnant with him, they now run a small herding farm. Seto's life was simple and tough. As all Miraluka children he was to some effect trained in the force by his parents and was also trained by his father in the use of weapons. perticularly Staves. Six months before his 18th birthday, Seto was informed both his parents were killed in a shuttle crash. He held the funeral at the base of the mountain, After grieving the loss of his parents for a a few months. he decided to leave Alpheridies and start a new life. After selling the farm he picked up a few belongings aswell as taking his fathers Lightstaff. He booked passage on a shuttle bound for Coruscant. Personal Belongings: 1x Shock Lance, 1x Lightstaff, he also has a red sash that belonged to his mother tied around his waist. apart from the clothes on his back he carried no other belongings Alignment: Dark Jedi Occupation: Rogue Force-sensitive. Skills: Trained in combat and is strong-willed. Has a fair knowledge the force Flaws: Stubborn and Headstrong, also though trained in combat has never been in a real fight. Roleplay Sample: This is a Sample from my other CharaterSetting the glass he was cleaning down on the side he glances up to see the only other person in the cantina. A girl by the name of Nina was a fun energetic 18 year old. He had grown quite fond of her especially considering that they have only known each other for six months. And even though there is only 6 years between them she makes him feel old - older than his years. Stretching his arms he feels them burn from being still for so long, even though its been over 3 years since he left Lok his muscles still seize up - a nasty present from the cold nights camping on floors and taking watches. Relaxing his arms he looks up again muttering more to himself than to Nina. "Looks like it's gonna be another quiet night, ever since the trouble up top started we're getting less and less customers""Did you say somthing Mr Paine?" she asked. "Its nothing. And how many times do I have to tell you not to call me Mr Paine? We're friends! Please call me Itovaa.""Sorry... Looks like it's going to be quiet again tonight.""I was just thinking the same thing. Go close off the back end of the cantina." he said adding with a sigh "I dont think we will be needing it tonight do you?"She knew he didn't need an answer, "No I dont think we will" was all she said before walking past him over to the back area. Glancing over his sholder he saw her start putting chairs on top of the tables at the back of the cantina, her footsteps and the banging of chairs echoing around the empty room. Turning back to the entrance he realized just how empty it was. She was only gone for a minute and he was already missing her presence. The quietness causing him to think, She's only 18! how can i think about her that way. I saw more in the few years of war than she has her whole life. Shes just a kid...
But do you really think that, think about the way she looks at you. Theres warmth in them eyes the kind of warmth you have'nt seen for 8years...
But shes still a kid compared to me maybe not in years but in mind, body and life...
But do you truly think that maybe we have just gone to long since you-we could feel anything but cold and pain.Pulling himself back from his thoughts he saw Nina standing infront of him "...Itovaa?" She frowned, "Are you OK?" "What? Oh yea im ok. Was just thinking about what needs to be done." He replied trying to sound calm even though his heart was beating at a mile-a-minute. Smiling he looked over her shoulder to see three men walk into the cantina. Looking back at Nina he smiled again, This is the first time in two weeks we have had customers this early, maybe our luck is changing."Might have a good night tonight" he said to Nina before shouting over to the men. "Sit wherever you like gents! I'll be with you shortly!...And welcome to Itovaa's Intergallactic Cantina!" He felt his spirits lift as he picked up his glass again and started pouring some vasarian brandy. Coolio, i lurves miraluka. Remember though, despite being born and rasied with force sensitivity, it will be expected that he is by no means a master of any saber skills, or force skills, aside from those involved in a Miraluka's daily life, yet he should still be no master in even those skills. He will be trained as if he was a novice acolyte. His abilities should stay novice until his basic training is complete.
I just don't want another issue with people getting a jump ahead without working to get there, you know what i mean?
Approved.
Mikhail
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 8:12 am
Gaia Name: Destitution
Character Name: Mar'tyre Craoe
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Human
Character Description: Mar'tyre has never been the absolute tallest, but he does stand at a good five feet, eleven inches. The boy has a very athletic build to his body, and he keeps in great shape; all of his muscles, while distinct and chiseled are proportioned correctly. Craoe has penetrating eyes, who's color has been distinguished as a color between Silver and Blue, a middle ground. To his dismay, his golden brown hair has been kept short by the laws put down by the Jedi and a small braid was kept behind his right ear. Normally he wears a mix between leather and fabric robes, a design he held in high esteem. However, looking upon his naked body one would find innumerable scars from Mar'tyre's childhood as a beggar upon the streets of Coruscant.
Relations: Elizabeth and William Craoe (Parents: Both Deceased)
Character History: Mar'tyre lived most of his childhood as the typical street beggar of Coruscant. Like all the others he was looked down upon and cast aside to a life of crime. Fortunately, Mar'tyre lived as peacefully as he could, avoiding any trouble that came his way for many years. One day during his daily begging routines the poor boy came across a Jedi, who immediately became interested in Mar'tyre. Whisked away by the Jedi for reasons only pertaining to what the man had called "an enormous untapped Force energy", Mar'tyre had been chosen to be trained. Following the tennents of the order religiously he hoped to indeed be knighted in the near future, though he has had quite a few troubles with experimenting with his emotions and his training. However, like all the times before Mar'tyre was quickly set straight and put in line.
Personal Belongings: His only true belonging is the Saber he was allowed to create during his training, which boasts an Arbiter style hilt and a silver blade, emitted from a crystal pendant once worn around the neck of Mar'tyre's now deceased Mother. The boy never lets it go for fear that losing his Saber and it's crystal would mean losing the memory of his Mother.
Alignment: Jedi
Occupation: Padawan
Saber Style Preference: Soresu
Skills: Saber Combat, piloting Star Ships, and representable/charming.
Flaws: Political Debate/conversation, his lack of patience, and an urge to experiment with both sides of the Force.
Roleplay Sample: It's a sample from an old Star Wars RP I was in.[url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/series-related-miscellaneous-role-play/star-wars-lc-new-link-in-recruitment-thread/t.42786019_121/]Destitution[/url] The room was dark and secluded from the rest of the world; the quarters of a Twi'lek consort were very fitting for the acts that had been committed. Pink ominous light filtered everything in the room from the bed, the walls, and the drapes. The room was pungent with the smell of two beings having done one of the most Taboo acts for a Jedi. Had he had any feelings for this Consort? No, Mar'tyre did not love her but he found her extremely attractive, one of the sure signs that he had extreme amounts of raging testosterone. For him the sex was a constant need for him to retain a healthy mind and body untainted by the Dark Side of the Force. He was one of Rey'ara's most frequent, if not best customer; she had told him on more than one occasion that he provided some of the best sex she had ever had. The boy couldn't help but feel a little smug about that, knowing that he wasn't just a good lay but a Consort's best.
Rey'ara was asleep for the moment, her nude silver body barely covered by the sheets where it had happened. She looked so peaceful while asleep, much like how she acted while awake. However, this side of her was completely different from the one she let go every time Mar'tyre requested her services. She was wild, like a Rancor running free but as beautiful as an Angel. Mar'tyre had only met one person even more beautiful and stunningly good looking than Rey'ara, and that girl was waiting for him back on Cerea. Had it been just him he probably would have stayed longer and had another go with Rey'ara, for he could feel her emotions and sense her dreams; it was what she wanted, had always wanted from him.
The boy pulled his right boot all the way on his foot, making sure everything was in place. It hadn't taken long to get dressed while she slept. Unlike most others Mar'tyre seemed to have a surplus of never ending energy, a coincidence he linked directly to the Force. It took barely a second for him to turn his body around so that he may gaze upon the maiden that lay in bed, sleeping peacefully after making love. Mar'tyre never really experienced love outside of Cerea, where he had grounded his three Mistresses. The relationship that he shared with Rey'ara, however, was not strictly business and he knew that; their relationship had surpassed that of any friendship he had ever known. A small smile touched the corner of his lips, knowing he would be back some time soon.
Slowly he crawled his way up from the foot of the bed so that he laid with his chest to her back. Gently, as to not wake her up he slowly ran the back of his fingers down her arm, placing a kiss on the upper part of her left shoulder. He could feel her emotions twist in the air around them as she rolled over slowly, "you're leaving?" It was a question she asked him every time he had to leave, and he knew she would ask it until the one time he would stay with her. The look in her eyes begged him to stay, along with her words; it was painful to see her like this, but he had to get home. "I'm sorry, Rey'ara" he muttered softly before he leaned down and placed a small kiss on her lips. She accepted it willingly, waiting for a much longer and passion filled connection. When it didn't come and Mar'tyre had shied his way off the bed, she turned back on her right side pouting. It was almost comical seeing her do that, but he knew it would only last until he got off world.
As he stood up completely she asked him in such a soft tone that he had trouble making out what she said, "When will you be back?" For Mar'tyre there was no point in answering her question; she would know when he would be back. He showed up every two weeks, on the same day of the week. It had become almost a ritual, their time together. It was his heartfelt belief that the Force lit the path he walked, and would light the path that he would tread. It took a moment to feel around the room for his lightsaber, but he found it at the bedside. He raised his hand to his side slightly to summon it, and it flew to him when he willed it. He placed it on his belt, along with all the other 'toys' he had gained during his time as an Outcast. Mar'tyre turned from the Consort who sighed and when back to her peaceful slumber. With a flick of his wrist the door before him opened, and he made his way in a straight line to the deck of the Consort's business.
He heard the beeping noise of his communications device and grabbed it from the back of his belt, holding it upwards in his palm. The boy looked down at the hologram of a man who he knew to be his Master saying, "My business is finished Mar'tyre. Stop fooling around with girls and come get me. I would like to leave Coruscant as soon as we can." Somehow his Master always was able to bring a smile to his face when they talked, "Yes, sir!" The always rambunctious Mar'tyre hung up the call, placing the communications device back on his belt before running forward and jumping into the M31 Airspeeder the Consort always provided him upon his arrival to Coruscant. He flipped a few switches here and there to get every online, reached down and pulled the wheel towards him, lifting the Airspeeder into the air. Luckily, his Master wasn't too far off.
It took only a few minutes of weaving through traffic to reach Marek, where Mar'tyre brought the ship down in front of the man. All around him the pedestrian traffic continued to move, but he ignored them. For them, however, it was quite different. They all noticed the fire red M31 Airspeeder, a true commodity for any individual. He flipped a switch to open the passenger canopy and smiled at him, "A gift from Rey'ara; any time we're on Coruscant, she says this beauty is ours."
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 1:13 pm
Gaia Name: Dark_Elf_6 Character Name: Iruke Heshett Gender: Male Age: 14 Race: Kel Dorian Character Description: Iruke stands at exactly 5 feet and 3 inches with a slightly muscular build. His wardrobe consists of his set of dark brown robes with a hood that he put together to make him look a little bit like a jedi knight, but he hopes to one day wear the true robes of the jedi order.  Relations: Mother & Father Character History: Iruke has always wanted to be a Jedi knight but his parents didn't approve. At the age of 6 he secretly tried to practice the ways of the force. That wasn't a very good idea. He accidentily caused a fire and a small explosion with the dangerous materials he was tossing around roughly. Luckily, an actual jedi knight was nearby and he helped Iruke stop the fire. For about a year, the jedi tought and guided Iruke in the ways of the force, but after that year he left because he had finished his mission there on Corellia. It was all up to Iruke now. In that one year though, he learned much and made his body physicaly fit. Iruke learned whatever he could until he was 14 years of age, then it was time to leave. He snuck out one night and took his fathers large frieghter big enough to hold a starfighter and a swoop bike along with enough room to hold a small crew. He now roams the galaxy as an unofficial Jedi knight, helping whoever needs a helping hand. Personal Belongings: A personal medical droid, a lightsaber that took him 6 years to make, a set of Ubese armor with a cortosis weave, his "Jedi robes", and of course his ship and everything in it. Alignment: Unofficial Jedi Knight Occupation: Jedi Hopeful Skills: Acrobatics, Piloting, Saber combat, and Healing. Flaws: Iruke often doesn't have very much confidence in his own skills. Roleplay Sample: From another Star Wars RP I was in. The ships cold feel as it drifted through the depths of space was somewhat calming to Arva, who sat in a meditative position in his quarters upon the floor, his hands resting upon his thin, robed body, his cowl, as always, hiding his face. The Force was strong in the vacuum of space, stronger than the air which dissapeared in this sort of climate, stronger than the liquid water which was non-apparent out here. The Force fills all, and all fills the Force. As Arva's mind focused on matters unrelated to the voyage itself, he maintained his personal exercise of setting the device his Master had given him into an orbit around his body, the blade rotating in a three hundred and sixty degree spin, whilst orbiting his body. A task which required his mental effort, but which also allowed him to focus his free mind better. This ship, unlike others he'd been on, smelt musty and fresh, clear and bare, unlike the smells of oil, gas and fuel as he'd learnt to associate with ships. This one was obviously in a better quality than those, and this one was obviously kept in good check. The Force was a powerful tool, and could give aid in the most mundane of tasks. This was just one example of that. The soft buzzing sound made by the spinning device dispersed all the other sounds in the ship, also adding to Arva's meditative concentration. Through noise came clarity, through the Force came peace. Unlikely as it sounded, it was true, and this circumstance showed that to the full. However, the exercise had exceeded it's purpose and, as Arva pulled the device back into his robes through the Force, he opened his eyes. Rising slowly, like a snake uncoiling, he proceeded to shake out his aches caused from the long period of sitting in a dignified manner. He didn't think anyone was nearby, however his Master could shield his presence through the Force whilst moving as quietly as a snake; he wouldn't risk it when his Master could feasibly be nearby. Once he'd relieved himself of such aches, he proceeded to cross over to the door and gently pull it open, silently stepping through the corridor and into the engine room. It was more out of habit than necessity that he maintained his habit of checking over the systems; he'd never expected to find any faults, and never did. This time was no exception, however it improved his feeling. Distrust had come about since the schism, distrust of all. Turning and pacing the opposite way up the corridor, he angled towards the bridge, feeling ahead with the Force for the lives of the others who were on board the ship, his Master one of them. Of course, feeling for his Master with the Force could be potentially dangerous; if his Master felt him, he could jump to the conclusion that Arva was spying on him, something Arva didn't want to give the impression of. However, he reached the bridge without incident, just in time to gaze upon the tranquil beauty of the planet Tae'Sha before them. He didn't know what they were doing here, however he presumed it was part of his training. His Master turned to him and instructed him to ready himself for departure. Arva nodded subserviently. He was already prepared anyway, and also ready for whatever this mission could throw at him. Not approved. Tusken Raiders can not breed with humans. The only difference between Zabrak and Humans are the horns on their head. Unless he was some genetic experiment gone awry, this character is impossible. -EKOkay I've made changes.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 12:07 pm
Gaia Name: King Robert Silvermyst Character Name: Rukario D'ni Gender: Male Age: 18 Race: Bothan Character Description: Height: 5ft tall Weight: 140 lbs Build: Slightly Muscular Eyes: Amber Fur color: Tawny Personality: Intellegent, optomistic, calm, analytical, friendly, level-headed, very loyal to his friends and allies. Prefers peacable options over combat, but will not shy from a fight unless the fight itself is meaningless. Relations: Atrus and Ahnassi D'ni (Parents), Liyandra D'ni (Younger Sister), Joseph Fal'wark (Human friend of the family; Jedi Knight) Character History: Rukario was born on Bothawui and raised by his parents. Rukario often was found working on the family owned droids as well as the droids of his friends. Rukario always had a natural interest in building things from scratch, sometimes creating things that never existed before. Those most times his creations really had no purpose other than entertaining, such as radio controlled hoverbots and other sorts of toys. However, he did manage to make one droid, a simple repair orb, which he has fine tuned over the years in order to help him with his tinkering. He named his creation R3T9. At the age of 18, a friend of the family and Jedi Knight Joseph Fal'wark paid a visit to his parents after having been away for almost ten years. The Jedi sensed that Rukario was a force sensative young man. Upon an agreement by the parents and Rukario himself, Rukario left with the Jedi knight. A midi-chlorian test showed that his count was at 7000, a respectable number. It was certainly high enough for him to be considered a candidate for Jedi training. Personal Belongings: Backpack, two sets of clothing, datapad, Credit Chip, Personal Holoprojector, Tinkering Tool Kit, Droid Diagnostics Pad, Small Repair Hover Droid (R3T9) Alignment: Jedi Occupation: Jedi Hopeful/Initiate Skills: Tinkering, Droid Repair, Computer Use, Fast Learner, hieghtened senses of smell and hearing. Flaws: Has never been in real combat before, new to using the force. Roleplay Sample:"Are you ready? This is your first step on your path of using the force." Joseph asked as he looked at the young Bothan. Rukario gave a solemn nod, his eyes and ears focused on Joseph like a student eager to learn. Joseph pointed over to a simple can sitting upon a boulder. "The force lives in everything, even in inanimate objects like that can. Thus, every object has a force aura. When lifting an object, pushing it or pulling it, you must extent your aura and use it to lift the force aura of the object. In doing that, you will be actually lifting the object up." Joseph explained. "When you're doing this, focus only on the aura. Don't worry about the size or physical weight of the object, that's will distract you." Joseph then did just as he spoke, using his force power to lift the can into the air and hold it there for a full minute before then gently lowering the can back onto the boulder. "Now, you try." Joseph spoke. "Yes Master Joseph" Rukario replied before turning his full attention to the can. Rukario closed his eyes and reached out mentally to try and see the can's aura. It was very faint, but it was there. Rukario reached out his furred hand, his palm open, fingers reaching out towards the aura. He began to concentrate, focusing his energy towards the can. It was putting a strain on Rukario since this was his first experience in actually using the force, but eventually he managed to lift the can up and hold it for about fifteen seconds before the can dropped. Rukario shook his head, trying to ease the strain his experience was putting on him. "That's a good start Rukario. The more you practice it, the easier it will become. In time, it'll be like second nature to you." Joseph spoke as he placed his hand upon Rukario's shoulder. A good profile. It's not often we get someone wanting to be a non-human, much less a bothan. Approved. -EK
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