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 Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 7:45 am
I can't modify the post, I don't know why, but it isn't an option for me. He is hundreds of years old, and yes I understand about not using lightsabers or force powers early on.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 9:21 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 1:41 pm
My application is in the correct order now.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 7:57 pm
Gaia Name:FIST-SAS-Sniper
Character Name:Hotel Oh-Eight
Gender:Male
Age:37
Race:Clone
Character Description: Customized Katarn-Class Clone Armor, Short-Black Hair. 6'2, 203 lbs, Stronger Build Than normal Clones.
Home Planet:Kamino
Starting Planet:Coruscant
Relations:
Character HistoryHotel Oh-Eight is a newly created Clone Commando for the New Republic Grand Army. Unlike other troopers, he and some other Clones are specially trained in a remote moon. Hotel 0-8 is now stationed in Coruscant.
Alignment:Good
OccupationRepublic Defence Forces.
Skills:Expert marksmanship
Weapons: DC-17 blaster rifle plus extra attachments.
Ship:Republic Gunship modernized with modern weapons and armor. Plus upgraded engines.
Personal Belongings: Katarn-class commando armour
Roleplay Sample
((This sample is not SW related. But it proves I can RP.))
The SASRs approached the main building under covering fire from the Rangers and Drop Squad soldiers. Sergeant Chris Barry set a door breacher on a locked matenince door and detonated it. A SAS Soldier threw in a MILES WP grenade onto the servicing room.
"Phoenix, this is Eagle, you better get your mates to the main building now! I'm breaching the servicing entrance. You should find another way in."
"Affirmative Eagle, we're coming."
Allen and his SEALs got to the north edge of the building. A SEAL fired a grappling hook from his M203 at an antenna on the roof. Hashak went first, followed by Maggee, then the 29 other SEALs climbed on the roof. Peter climbed on last.
It all looks cool and all, the problem is all clones are dead for years as we play 150 years after ROTJ, including stasised...
So, you could be an ex storm trooper or New republic commando or something similar, just change that and it's ok-MrM
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 12:20 pm
Gaia Name: Crimson Fighter
Character Name: Crimson
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race:Human
Character Description: Often wears his armor, sleek for agility and manuverability, Without it he has short black hair, red eyes, and exstensive tatooing on his chest and arms, and not very muscular but not out of shape.
Home Planet: Corruscant
Starting Planet: Corruscant
Relations: Unknown
Character History: Abandoned young, he knows nothing of who his parents are, he only knows he was born on Corruscant, he started fighting young on the streets and eventually became stronger, only to become a bounty hunter after defeating one and stealing his equipment.
Alignment: Empire
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Skills: Profficiencywith blaster rifles and melee weapons.
Weapons:Repeating blaster rifle.
Ship: None currently
Personal Belongings: A jet pack stolen from the bounty hunter he defeated.
Roleplay Sample: *Above the streets of corruscant, following a target, a drug dealer posted an adequate bounty on a man who was killing his customers and fellow dealers, but soon he enters a drk alleyway, Crimson imediatly reacts by following him*Stop! You should come with me, or you will die, either way I get payed*The man turns around and fires at Crimson with a small blaster, Crimson is hit in the shoulder but manages to fire back and kills the man, he takes the body as proof, and takes off with his jetpack to claim his bounty*
Welcome back crimson.
Altough usually rp posts are a bit longer, as far as I remember you managed to prove yourself in the past, so I'll accept you
-MrM
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 12:30 pm
(i cant find my application. does anyone know which page its on?)
(one of the first pages I believe, if you already had one in this topic...else look in the old, locked topic)
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 12:31 am
Gaia Name: [ + Sun shang xiang+ ] Character Name: Kio Gender: Female Age: 16 Race: Twi'lek Character Description: She is 6'0 weighing in at 100 Lbs, Her silver hair flows down to her knees but she puts it in a ponytail almost all the time, she has a black cloak and long black pants and a strapless t-shirt. Her eyes are greenish blue then fade to deep midnight black Home Planet: Ryloth Starting Planet: Naboo Relations: None, Jedi Character History She was seprated, at the age of 6, from her family to be a slave on Hoth. For all Kio knows she has no family but the jedi Alignment: Jedi Occupation: Bounty hunter, Works for Jedi Skills: Engeneer, droid builder, translator Weapons: 2 purple lightsaber's Ship http://www.kromekat.nildram.co.uk/stuff/Corvus_New2.jpgthe Terymaka Personal Belongings: A small Purple Pendante that glows randomly. Roleplay SampleRed=Me Black=Teacher "Must I Say it again?""Yes" "Ok here goes""...." "A breif Bio of Tatooine, Tatooine is a harsh but habitable terrestrial planet with at least two moons, in a close binary star system. The suns, Tatoo I and Tatoo II, are of stellar spectral types G1 and G2, and the planet orbits their centre of mass at a distance much greater than the stars' separation. In The Phantom Menace one sun appeared bluer than the other, and it's not clear whether this could have been consistent with G1 or G2 classification. Perhaps the stars are extreme variables with some kind of pulsation period less than three decades? If they are actually G1 and G2 main-sequence stars, their total mass is about two solar masses, and roleplaying game references indicate that Tatooine's year is about 0.80year (in Earth terms). Therefore the planet orbits at about 1.08au from the centre of mass of its suns.
On Tatooine itself there are at least two basic types of terrain visible from space: rocky uplands, and dune seas filled with light-coloured wind-deposited sands. The lowland regions are not totally uniform and featureless. The largest known lowland area shows gradual variations in brightness, with lighter tones prevailing near the "shore" of the uplands. Perhaps this is due to lack of chemical degradation in fresh sands, or some kind of variation in the sand particle sizes. Perhaps the nearby rocky uplands affect the strength or nature of the winds that raise and deposit the sands. "=This ok?=Yep, I take it you can make action-rp posts too? Accepted, just remember to get some trainin before using the sabers
-MrM
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 2:09 pm
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Personal Belongings: Nothing notable
Roleplay SampleDarth Ravage sat in a chair in the Transfers wing of the Imperial Navy Headquarters on Bastion. He had waited for thirteen hours for a ship to be chosen for his next tour of duty and there had been no decision. How he hated yoda-spawned buerocrats! Under Palpatine, things had gone so much more quickly. If he didn't get a answer soon, he would reach the end of his short supply of patience.
the clerk called his name. Finally. Ravage stalked up to the counter. The clerk spoke.
"It appears that you have been assigned to command the Naga Sadow, a new Imperial Mark III Star Destroyer. However..."
Ravage stared at her "Yes?"
"IT was destroyed by a freak cargo accident and a freighter malfunction. Your new orders will arrive in about eight days."
Ravage felt the rage flowing through him and turned and walked to the slums. He needed to release some energy.
As he entered the slums, he saw several shady looking characters start closing off his exit. Ravage smiled. Perfect.
He turned to face the figures. One of them stepped forward.
As he began to speak Ravage cut him off.
"You will be the first."
Ravage fired four durasteel stakes out of his heavy stake gun. they pierced the leader's arms and legs and impaled him into the wall, where he hung, shrieking in pain. Ravage felt the man's pain flow through him, and he relished it. As the man died, he felt his passing and savored it. Death was like a an addictive drug, and only the followers of the sith ideals consumed its forbidden fruits. As the power of man's death flowed through Ravage, he grinned at the horrified figures before him, and sprung.
Could someone review this?
WTF? Did you delete my comment?! I already said, this isn't our application form. Do our form or you won't be accepted. Oh yeah, delete my comment again and you'll never have an app accepted ~ Seffi
It contains the same stuff as the form, do you just want it in the correct order?
And I apologize about the comment, I was just trying to clean the post up.
I think you're aware not to use lightsabers until you trained?
Also, the time setting is wrong, you weren't around during vader, daala or the vong, this is long after that....
Yes! Of course we want it in our friggin' order, otherwise we wouldt have bothered to make a damn form, would we? ~ Seffi
This has been corrected, can it be rereviewed?
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 7:06 pm
((Gaia Name: Maleficus Soul-Eater
Character Name: Erefi Ockineteu
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Human (The Naboo)
Character Description: Erefi seems extremely thin, but what 'meat' he has on him is mostly muscle. He has slick black hair that hangs to his shoulders. He stands at about 5'11 and has soft blue eyes set in a soft face that seems to hold a slight ferocity in battle.
Home Planet: Naboo
Starting Planet: Coruscant
Relations: None
Character History Erefi was born into a mid-high class family of weapon-armosmiths on Naboo. They made great sets of armor and powerful, yet light weapons. They didn't get a lot of business Naboo was very peaceful, but when they did sell, they made a lot of money. When Erefi was of age, he found he could make more money as a pilot of the Republic and went to Coruscant for training. A Jedi sensed he was force sensitive and wanted to enlist him in the Jedi Academy. Erefi worked out a deal with the Republic Admiral so that he could train as a Jedi, yet remain a pilot for the Republic
Alignment: Republic
Occupation Pilot/Jedi
Skills: Weapon/Lightsaber/Armor Smithing, Force Sensitivity(?), Piloting
Weapons: Custom single bladed silver beamed lightsaber, Standard Republic long carbine
Ship Republic Gunship(for military purpose), Kimogila Heavy Fighter (Personal)
Personal Belongings: Seeker Droid
Roleplay Sample
Erefi pulled on the controls and veered right and shook a pirate bomber off his tail. He veered behind the bomber and locked on to it. "Alright, take aim" He said to the gunners through the comm-channel, since the high speeds caused rushing winds to block out most sound. The gunners sent green arcs of energy toward the fighter, sending it to the ground. He laughed as did his clones into the comm-channel. A pirate interceptor and pirate fighter came in behind him and fired, his sheilds take the brunt of the blow. He gasped the pulled up quickly and closed the side hatches on the gunship as the air got thinner and turned on the artificial air. He got as close to the atmosphere as he could then stopped. The fast fighters passed right by the slow and steady gunship and flew into the burning atmoshpere he turned back and flew to base. (Usually my posts are longer, sometimes a LOT longer, but they can be this short if the situation isn't striking me creatively)
go ahead. It might be usefull to use colors for speech tough ^^
aCcepted -Mr.M
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 12:24 am
Gaia Name: Whitchard
Character Name: Natalia Summers
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: Human
Character Description: Natailia is 5'10 with a naturally pale complexion that is dead white because of her near total lack of exposure to sunlight. She has short black hair, topaz blue eyes and a graceful build that hides unusual physical strength for her size. She looks almost exactly like her mother did but dresses in a black short sleeved coverall with a red wife beater, goggles and combat boots even when she isn't working.
Unless she's attending a function with her father, in which case he sends her an outfit to wear.
Home Planet: Coruscant
Starting Planet: Coruscant
Relations: Twin sister Evelyn Summers, father Lance Summers
Character HistoryNatalias mother was the famous b-holo star Helen Nova, an intrepid and beautiful woman. Her father is a respected military tactician for the republic. After her mothers death when she was four her father had something like a nervous breakdown and left his daughters in the care of a modified protocol droid named Millie. Natalia accepted Millie as her mother in place of the half formed memories of a pretty woman with black hair, while her sister rejected the droid. Because of this she has never been close to her sister since that time.
Her father continued to neglect them emotionally but after they turned eight he began to become a physical presence in there lives. He began to take them to Republic functions and has continued the practice since there presence had led to a number influence friendships between him and other members of the republic who were attracted to the 'dedicated father' image it gave him.
Due to this and the rift between her and her sister Natalia distrust almost everything organic based and spends all of her free time in her small tech shop or working on personal projects.
Alignment: Republic
Occupation Equipment/electronics/computer repair, occasional hacking. Your basic tech specialist.
Skills:
Build/Repair weapons, computers and equipment.
Disable device (security systems, door locks and the like ^_^ )
Computer use (write programs, hacking, general usage skills)
Speaks:Basic, Ryl and Rodese
Understands:Binary, Shyriiwook
Weapons: Heavy blaster and two hold out pistols, all hand made.
Ship none
Personal Belongings:
Data pad (personal computer)
Various data cards
Air speeder
A back pack with various small tool kits in it
A personal com unit
Roleplay Sample
The room was flooded with harsh, colorless light and reeked of ozone and the scent of hot metal. The woman working with in it was hunched in an akward manner beneath what once might have been a large droid suspended on a table. Despite the graceless and seeming violence of her actions a more elegant shape was beginning to emerge where heat met metal in the wreckage.
Natalia put her hand plasma cutter down and carefully put her latest project away when she heard an obnoxious buzz coming from the wall speaker. She carefully wiped her hands clean of droid hydraulic fluid and walked down the short hallway to her store, consulting her datapad on the way. She had been dealing with most of her patrons for two years, they knew better then to try and bother her about progress. She'd black listed more then one and sent them home with a disassembled weapon or droid in a box for such a thing. Fortunately her technical skills out shined her social short comings.
A few key strokes confirmed what she had suspected, there were no scheduled pick ups or consultations for several hours yet, which meant her mystery customer was probably a walk in. Unlike most stores they were a rare occurrence for her given her shops out of the way location and large "Call ahead for an appointment" sign. Curiosity piqued she loosened her blaster in its holster then went to great the illiterate b*****d.
The man was standing in front of the service counter, something that would not have been strange in another shop but which required disabling a very high quality security door in hers since she hadn't buzzed him in. Ignoring the gun pointed at her chest Natalia regarded the man coldly.
"May I help you?" She didn't need to look to see how he had disabled the door, she could smell the familiar scent of melted plastic and metal easily in the small room. The question was why her alarm system hadn't gone off. Unlike the door she had designed and installed it herself instead of just ordering it.
"Put your hands up where I can see them and don't try anything heroic!" The man barked at her, unnerved by her calm manner.
"Certainly." Natalia said as she complied with the order. While the robber was intent on watching her hands she shifted her foot a few inches to the right, depressing a false floor tile. Above the mans head what had looked like a model of an old fashioned imperial assassin drone came silently to life. A small port opened in its side fallowed by the slight swish of a dart being fired.
Natalia hit the floor half a second before the man let loose an erratically aimed burst of fire. Energy bolts blacked the wall behind where she had been standing.
The toxin in the dart acted before he could move forward to the desk and fire again. He hit the floor with a fleshy thud, unconscious but alive.
Natlia bushed herself off as she stood up then went to the door to wait for the city guard to respond to the silent alarm she had activated along with the drone. As she passed the mans inert form she favored him with a vicious kick to the ribs.
"Stupid b*****d, that door was really expensive." She muttered.
Looks very good, perhaps some colors for the speech in rp would make it a bit clearer...
Anyway, Accepted -MrM
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 2:01 pm
Gain name: ArkTri-Heart( changing to Ark_Tti-Heart)
Character Name:Arkunum(Jedi) Arkanus or Darth Malice(Sith) or Commander Ark(neuteral)
Gender:Male
Age:23 years old.
Race:Unkown(humanoid with pointed ears)
Character Description: 6"1'. Silver or Red hair depending on alliangment.Gray eyes. skin color pale white for sith healthy tan for jedi and neuteral
Tatoos or Markings: Tribal Sith war tatoos and a scar stecthing from my left temple to left cheek
Home Planet:Korriban
Starting Planet:Korriban
Relations:Hk 47model assasin droid T3-M4 astromech droid. (Both found deactivated but intact in a secret chamber on Korriban .)
Character History: Raised on Korriban. Killed more sentient beings in the galxy than can be recorded. Has three way split personaility. Was one of the two non clone commanders in the Grand Army of the Republic.
Alignment:Jedi and Sith
Occupation: leader of clone freedom fighters
Skills biggrin roid builder and restorer, force sensitive, and mandolorian combat training
Weapons:Blood red bladed lightsaber, silver bladed lightsaber,(both inherited from parents, both of which he doesn't know how to use) and a multitude of other weapons from fallen foes
Ship: one of the old jedi starfighters painted black and yellow named the StalkerVI
Personal Belongings:custom sith war armor
Roleplay Sample: The computer hummed. On it seventeen digits counted down.
Arkanus moved like a shadow. The Mobile Defense Turrets followed they're preset path. This factory's defense's are so weak a child could make it in unscathed, he thought. His mind reached out, like tendils of energy, into one of the defense turrets CPU.
The dual six barreled laser cannon started to gain speed as the prdetermined course was rewritten. The M.D.T. made an about face and headed towards the main hanger doors. It started to open fire on the door setting of the silent alarm. The other M.D.T. quickly changed its rout and released a barage of E.M.P. blasts into the M.D.T. that Arkanus had control over. This in turn activated Arkanus's M.D.T.'s self defense protocol.
The two blasted away at each other eventually overloading thier systems and leaving them piles of smoldering rubble.
Two easy, he thought, as he moved to the doors of the old Hk assasin droid factory.
A sudden blast from behind sent Arkanus reeling forward and crashing into the door. From Behin him he heard a metallic voice he knew al to well.
"Mocking Statement: Oh Arkanus, are you dead yet Arkanus?"
(note: this only a sample I know I have to get my rank and be trained and all that to be able to use the force)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 3:50 pm
((well, If I get some laughs for this character, I will have considered it a success. sweatdrop beware, here there be plot holes! then again, he has no offensive powers....so...yea... sweatdrop ))
Gaia Name:you have eyes, yes? then look to the side and behold my name!
Character Name: 'doc' boturan (bob for short sweatdrop )
Gender:Male
Age:18
Race:Human
Character Description: 6'0 rippling muscles....oh who am I kidding, this man stands at a puny 5'2, but his hair extends up another 4 inches before falling back into an enormus mane of hair. this mass of hair is made of many extreamly thin strands, and is so tangled, it looks like nothing could navigate it's everchanging curls, not even an astromech. the color of his hair is copper (ie, it looks brown in most light, but golden red in the sun). his eyes are a deep hue of green, and his skin a tanned um...tan. he is otherwise unremarkable except for one thing: his clothes are old....like, really old, like so retro they came back in fashion a few years ago but by now are back out of fashion.
Home Planet:uncharted planet somewhere in wild space
Starting Planet: hovering in space around corellia
Relations: adoptive parents.
Character History: born to a family of pirates, it wasn't long before they were hunted down and soaring through space, on the run from bounty hunters and republic officals alike. in the final showdown as the ship "shard's luck" tried to escape into hypersace a 'lucky' shot managed to sneak its way past the shields and slap the hyperdrive, thus sending it flying waaaaaaaaay off course....where did they land? well, they had now clue, but they did have an escape pod, a working backup hyperdrive, the handful of survivors, and a REAALLY busted up ship. unfortunatly the survivors were....boturan (age 3), 'uncle' jak, the pirate leader, 'aunt' maud, the chief of security, and 'billy' the hacker. so, as he was growing up he learned to fill the role they all needed, the shoulder to cry on. (also known as a therapist). as he grew up filling this role, as well as being told the stories of the dread pirate shard, he wondered, " if I can help these people, who have run from the law for so long, find peace, then how much could I help others? whose troubles will probably be alot less drastic." and so began the long process of trial and error which eventually lead to a cannabalizing of the old ship and piecing it together with the escape pod, thus forming....BOB the heavily modified escape pod! and so it was that only one week ago boturan was able to get the pod going (how? well, he did have access to the engineers' data logs) however, his adoptive family chose to stay, seeing as the authorities probably thought they were dead.....like, corpses lying in the depths of space ready to be (or already) consumed by mynocks. and so, with a bang and a zip, bolturan managed to activate the only working hyperspace route, and with lots of luck, duct tape, and more luck, he managed to make his way to orbit around correllia...now he has to find his way in a strange strange galaxy.
Alignment:chaotic neutral?
Occupation: occupational hypnotherapist
Skills: theraputic hypnosis, heavily modifying an escape pod (yea, rather specific...oh well) force sensitivity (or a large degree of empathy)
Weapons:a rapier wit.....no really, he has no weapons....unless you count unclipped finger nails.
Ship: 'bob' the heavily modified escape pod. painted peace treaty green the universal sign of peace (you know, the hippie logo) plastered all over it.
Personal Belongings:a heavily modified escape pod (added in is: a hyperdrive of X3 speed, boosters to make it fast enough to outrun a star destroyer, which isnt saying much, and light shields)
a datapad full of hypnotherapy techniques, a field pack, and a hypno disk (useful for hypnotising people)
Roleplay Sample (in truth more of an intro post than anything else):
wonder twin powers, activate! form of: a role player! ((not part of the example))
And so it was that Boturan managed to pilot his head of crap to the nearest space port. Upon landing he found his hard work the laughing stock of the dock workers, passerbys, and just about everyone joined in for a hearty braying. distraught, he locked his heap up and made his way to the nearest clothing outlet, all the while keeping his wonderment in check as he got laughs and jeers made about his apparel. Even as he made his way through the racks of clothing, he heard snickers and whispered comments along the lines of " is that a wookie? " and " such old fashioned clothes, doesnt' he know style when he sees it?"
unfortunatly, after finding clothes he could use, things didnt seem to fare much better...seeing as he was flat broke. so to pay for the clothing he gave one free session of occupational hypnotherapy to the registier (you know, the person working the cash register).
(in the back of the store, during the registers lunch break).
After setting up a pair of chairs, Doc Bob looks directly into the eyes of his patient, while holding up his hypno disk and waving it back and forth, " you are getting sleepy....you are forgetting your woes....the stress of your work day is melting away.....melting away....when you awaken from this trance, you will be calm, content, and not going to charge me for my new clothes....melting away....when I snap my fingers, you will awaken, and be alert, ready to do your job to the best of your abilities." and with that, doc bob snapped his fingers, releasing the trance of the chasier....and running like hell in case it didnt work. by the time the cashier was fully concious, Doc bob had made his way into the streets and blended in with the public ....or, at least as much as a man vaugly resembles a wookie can.
Every galaxy needs his hippie, so go ahead XD
-MrM
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