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Those little grunts are funny...I want one as my slave mad

What the hell are we on about?

You want to keep somthing that breaths methane? Do you know how bad methane smells?

Methane eek That is CH4 Right? xd

((My character using the new app, with some stuff added to his origanle s**t. I didn't put this in the Character thread because I already have one in there. Just wanted to show off and let you guys pick at it.))

Character Information-
Gaian Name: Pyrotechnic Oracle (Call me Pyro DAMN IT!)
Character Name: Trance Shada (will soon change to Aryx)
Character Age: 21
Character Alignment: Sith/Dark side
Height: 6 feet 2 inches
Weight: 196 pounds
Eye Colour: grey
Hair Colour: white
Race: Echani
Skin Complexion: Pale white
Relations: None. (Unless you count my mistress and my three play mates ninja )
Home Planet: Telos
Stationary Planet: Korriban
Marks/Tattoo's/Etc.: None
Character Description: His face and complexion are extremely pale. He was already an albino due to his Echani genes, but with his transcending to the dark side his completion turned to look as though he had never seen the sun in his life.

He is of a slightly muscular build. His muscles are well defined but not bulbous. His body is extremely flexible, allowing him to bend to shapes and positions that are impossible for normal humanoids.

His new cloths are of the dark Jedi temple. He wears a thick linen robe over a normal black tunic and pants. Gloves protect his hands from the harsh sun and wind of Korriban. His shoes are made of a synthetic material that is both flexible and durable. The boots have durasteel souls, both for durability as well as an added bit of pain when kicking.

When traveling outside the temple he keeps his body wrap in the cloak with the hood up. It’s more for necessity then it is attitude. However, most would find his appearance in this state frightening. With the hood he resembles a wraith, with his sneering smile and leering eyes he can stop most worriers in their tracks without the use of the force.
His lightsaber blade is a bright purple in color, but when he obtains the rank of Dark Night he will change the color of his blade to a silver to complement his look.
Character History: Trance was born and grew up on the restored world of Telos. Like all Echani, he is practically indistinguishable from his brothers and sister. He has many siblings, all of which are the same height and build. His face is nothing special, normal and attractive to some creatures, hideous and despicable to others. It all depends on who is looking. Its generic to say the least.

His background is that of a worrier. One who has thrown him self into every battle that has presented its self to him. He fights with the fierceness and aggressiveness of a Rancore. He has little regard for his own being, or those of others. He fights simply to win. He uses hard blows to vital points and sensitive areas.

He spent much of his young life studying the anatomy of other humanoid species, allowing him to take advantage of nerves and acupressure points. Because of this, it makes him a devastating adversary to have.

He has studied the fighting styles of many different life forms, ranging from Human to the noble Faleen. But, he much prefers the Echani low stance; which resembles the Shoilin Fist crossed with Mantis Style of Kung Fu. This style allows for fast and accurate single strikes. Which, when preformed correctly and accurately, can completely cripple on opponent in a single blow.

In his later life, Trance spent time as a bounty hunter, adapting what he had learned to obtain his hits. He earned a reputation as a hunter who did not discriminate. He took whatever bounty was offered to him. Kidnapping, escort, hit-and-run, assassination, what ever was handed to him he took.

Because of this, he gained high prestige among all his employers. Especially the Hutts. He later grew tired of this life after only 4 years. He sold every thing he owned and bought the cheapest ship he could find and headed out for Korriban for unknown reasons. These reasons may or may not be revealed later.
Character Class: Deathnight
Jedi/Sith Level: Apprentice
Skills-
Advantages:
Strength
Speed
Will
Disadvantages:
Demolitions
Droid skill
Inventory-
Lightsaber Type/Colour: Single blade that resembles that of Exar Kun, but with a more ornate housing. The blade is a bright venomous purple
Ranged Weapon One: Stun Pistol
Ranged Weapon Two: N/A
Melee Weapon One: N/A
Melee Weapon Two: N/A
Mines/Grenade: N/A
Ship: A Modified SDS Armed Star Courier named Star Hammer. The Star Hammer is equipped with the latest in black market cloaking and radar jamming technology. It can easily slip through a capital ships tracking array. The Cloaking field provides for a near invisibility. The only thing that can be seen is the out line of the ship as light is bent around the frame, but even these are hard to see with light and color dampaners placed strategicly all over the ship.

The interior is heavily modified only for the purpose of defense. The metal floor has electro-projectors running all through it capable of dealing 14 ohms worth of electricity to any one foolish enough to enter with the accompaniment of Trance. An AI system recognizes his presence and will deactivate the floor panel upon which he stands. All other panels remain active unless Trance wills other wise. The panels can be registered to recognize guests aboard the ship by a simple command from trance.
Trance used his bounty hunter connections to modify the laser cannons to disruptor cannons. The cannons can fold back inside the fuselage and pop back out in only a fraction of a moment to provide quick defense.

The ship is fast for its make, carrying a heavily modified class 1 hyper drive. The modifications allow it to reach speeds that completely outperform those of the Jade Shadow. The sub light speeds have been moderately modified, the ship (which could only reach 1,180 KPH) is now capable of reaching 6,220 KPH. The ships onboard computer has the ability to send out a fake hyper drive coordinate code to any one who may be tracking him. The ship will then make the jump to the true location while the ship giving chance will end up in another location. Usually in the heart of a sun or next to a black hole.

Many say his modifications are over kill for some one who has been out of bounty hunting for almost 2 years. Trance responds by lamenting "If I hade enough credits and resources I would redo the armor plating with quantum crystalline."? Jokingly of coarse…

The interior is nothing special beyond the defenses. The bunk, however, is furnished with satin to make extended trips more comfortable. A miniature full color Dejarik table folds out from a panel in the wall next to the bunk to provide a bit of entertainment.

The cockpit is slightly modified to allow a faster response when in the heat of escaping a dogfight.
Droids: N/A
General Inventory: Breath mask, a stash of rations, and a tool kit to make minor repairs to his ship
Role-Play Example! This Is a MUST!:
Whispers. He no longer had dreams, nothing but whispers, and an endless black space of nothingness. Some times the sounds were faint, hardly audible, like a shallow breath. Other times it was like the wind rustling through the trees, fast and indecipherable from any other noise. Some times it was a gale of jumbled words and noises.

Underneath it all, no matter how loud or quite was a steady beat. It was like that of a heart. Tonight, the beating was as loud as it had ever been. It grew with each passing moment, as did the whispering. It grew, threatening to consume him, surrounding him, forcing his dream self to his knees and holding his head.

There was one voice he could hear among every thing. Deep and hollow, repeating the same thing over and over again: Help me. Free me. He clapped his hands over his ears and screamed out in an attempt to drown it all out but to no avail.

"Wake up. Wake up!" he kept telling himself. Screaming it out in the hopes it would end his nightmare.

He knew if he did the noise would stop. Another sound joined the already deafening tones. A ringing that cut through his mind like a freshly sharpened and oiled Vibroblade.

Open your eyes. Wake up and it will all stop.

He struggled to open his lids, ripping himself from the nightmare, but the piercing screaming ring didn?t stop. He opened his eyes and looked around; he had forgotten were he was.

A bunk? In a ship. My ship!

As soon as he realized were he was he knew instantly what the ringing was. It was a warning signal from his ships counsel. He didn?t bother putting his pants on as he flung the covers from his body and dashed for the cockpit.

He was greeted by a sight of a desolate planet seen through the cockpits main view port. Korriban. A rock of a world that was all but dead. The ball of dust on the outer rim that would only accept those of strong will and determination as its inhabitants loomed before him like the face of Death.

Not like this. He looked over the reading and found that he was caught in the planets gravitational pull. He had come out of hyperdrive some time ago and the auto-pilot continued to carry the ship to its pre-decided destination.

There was nothing he could do, he had may no registrations on a landing port and by the looks of things he was no were near the trading out post. All he could do was engage the shield and prep the ship for impact.

The little astro-mech droid that had come with the ship came screaming into the cockpit, beeping something about the stabilizers, he couldn?t make it all out. But, judging by the way the already malfunctioning droid was acting, it couldn?t be good.

The ship successfully cleared the planets atmosphere and hurdled toward the surface at a 40 degree angle, when threw was an explosion from some were in the back of the ship. Soon afterward, the vessel was sent bucking, pivoting, and spinning out of control.

Trance could do nothing but close his eyes and grip the arms of the pilots chair, and that?s when the whispering started again . He was awake, but even now he could hear it. A deafening torrent like a gale on a rocky beach, the screaming wind combined with the splashing of the waves against the jagged rocks.

He blacked out, he came around only briefly. His vision was blurred, and he could just barely make out the burning wreckage of his ship half buried in a huge sand dune before blacking out again.

that the beach was on fire

Veg, how fast would you say he is going?

Is that just taking the piss out of the pope? stare