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Gaia Name: Inquisitor Incarnate
Character Name: HK-48
Gender: N/A (Designated Male)
Age: N/A
Race: HK-Series Assassin Droid
Character Description: HK-48 is a near-exact replica of HK-47, his creator (despite obvious coloring differences). This means he also has a similar personality, though his A.I. was programmed to be able to evolve as time goes on, leading to his own unique personality.

HK-48's (truly HK-47's) personality programming caused him to appear misanthropic, bordering on sociopathic, to those who encountered him. The droid enjoys observing, and often causing, death and destruction, showing complete disregard for bystanders. The only organics HK-48 displayed any respect for were his employers, but only because he knows that if he displeases them they could fire him and hire another mercenary or choose not to pay him.

HK-48, just like HK-47 before him, has a definite sense of pride, and considers himself superior to all organics and all droids except for HK-47, who was the only droid he admires; mostly because the droid created him and programmed HK-48 to hold his creator in high regard.

HK-48 also had a unique speech trait, where he would vocally prefix every statement he made with a speech conditional that described the type of statement it was. For example, if asking a question, he would first say "Query:", before beginning a question such as, "Query: Who would you like killed today, master?". As his AI was a direct copy of HK-47's but was modified to evolve over time, HK-48 often adds adjectives to his speech conditionals such as "Veiled threat" or "Irritated statement".

Due to his appearance, he is often mistaken for a protocol droid by many despite his aged design, and he uses this to his advantage any time he can, hiding his true nature in order to covertly achieve his goals. HK-48 is a proficient killer, as well as highly innovative, using many varied techniques on his targets.

Also, for some unknown reason, HK-48 seems to enjoy collecting, modifying, and using weapons and other items from past eras.

[[ Due to the current similarities in appearance and personality between HK-47 and HK-48, sections of this entry have been modified from HK-47's Wookieepedia entry. This is only temporary and will be changed as the character changes throughout the course of the RP. ]]

Relations: HK-47 - [Status Unknown]
Character History: The galaxy often forgets about the relics of past ages. Such was the case of HK-47, an assassin droid who once served the notorious Sith Lord Revan. However, at some point in time, the droid's artificial intelligence was transferred to a Hammerhead-class Republic gunship, which crash landed on Mustafar and was forgotten.

Centuries later during the Galactic Civil War HK-47's A.I. was reactivated and managed to attract and trick a group of spacers into doing his bidding. They managed to help him reacquire his body and reactivate an abandoned factory which HK-47 used to construct for himself a powerful droid army.

During this time HK-47 decided that he needed some sort of insurance. In case he failed and was destroyed he needed something to transfer his A.I. to again so that he could live on. Thus he had his body recreated with some slight internal modifications to keep it up to date. This exact replica, given its own A.I. temporarily, was named HK-48. The name signified that it would be the next step in the evolution of HK-47 and would be changed to HK-47 once the droid transferred its A.I. into the body.

However, things didn't go as HK-47 planned. The A.I. he'd given to HK-48 was a near exact replica of his own but to ensure it wouldn't go rogue he left it deactivated. Yet as HK-47's droid forces were being pushed back HK-48 was activated by the droid construction facility's security systems which was programmed to activate any dormant droids upon any security breach so that they could protect the facility.

HK-48 quickly assessed the situation and figured out that the battle was lost, so he stole one of the spacer's ships and left Mustafar.

As the New Republic faced difficulties both from within and without HK-48 was establishing the HK-Series Assassin Droids' reputation as the best assassins in the galaxy, something that would have made HK-47 proud.

HK-48 began by heading to Nal Hutta, a planet notorious for being home to the galaxy's most vile and malevolent creatures: the Hutts. HK-48 managed to get plenty of work from the native Hutt crime lords, working as an assassin and eliminating enemies of the Hutt Cartel. However, eventually it occurred to HK-48 that the Empire and New Republic were the biggest players in the galaxy at the moment and could offer him the most money. Sure, he only really killed because he enjoyed killing organics, but credits helped pay for new weapons, ships, and bribes as time went on. Plus the assignments would be more challenging and thus make the kills that much more enjoyable in the end.

So, as he realized that a majority of the Empire and Republic forces seemed to be coming together at Corellia, HK-48 bribed the captain of an Imperial transport vessel to the surface of the planet and acted as a protocol droid to fool the rest of the crew.

Now, at the center of the conflict, he aims to truly make a name for himself among the galaxy's two most powerful factions. Somewhere out there HK-47 was still operational, and HK-48 would make sure his fellow droid would hear of his exploits and be proud of his escaped creation's success!
Personal Belongings:
EE-3 Carbine Rifle - Modified with an electronic scope and stock as an homage to Boba Fett, a bounty hunter and organic who HK-48 somewhat admires.

DT-57 Heavy Blaster Pistol - Somewhat outdated but a personal favorite of HK-48.

Baragwin Flame Thrower - A flame thrower that has been implemented into HK-48's left hand that ignites the atmosphere around a charged guidance beam. In other words it fires flames where HK-48 aims his left hand and can be used almost indefinitely without the need for an external fuel source.

NovaSword Fighter - Another dated piece of equipment, the NovaSword Fighter was a ship that was built in small numbers during the Clone Wars and was used mainly by bounty hunters and mercenaries. HK-48 acquired his as a reward for eliminating a particular politician for a Hutt employer and, though it was scratched and dirty, managed to have it modified with stronger blasters and have the orange coloring made a dark blue to match the color emitted by his optical receptors. He arranged to have it brought down to Corellia for him through the bribed Imperial pilot.

Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Hunter-Killer Assassin Droid
Skills: Assassination Protocol, (Stolen) TranLang III Communications Device, Expert Shot, Programmed for Combat
Flaws: His firm belief in his superiority over other life forms and the superiority of droids over organic life can easily lead to debates and usually end in fights. HK-48 is also an extremely weak melee fighter and will avoid physical combat in favor of ranged gunfights. He will often favor the more violent or malevolent decisions of others while complaining when a more peaceful choice is made.

Roleplay Sample:

Nal Hutta. The 'glorious jewel' of the Hutts and the base of operations of the legendary Hutt Cartel. The planet was a rotting stink hole of scum and villainy and made a perfect place for bounty hunters and mercenaries to hide out. The Hutts were always in need of some help, whether it be as simple as maintaining their servant droids or as dangerous as eliminating a particular person. HK-48 specialized in the latter.

The droid, a near copper-orange color, entered the cantina in a seemingly calm manner. Clutched in a cold hand was a powerful EE-3 Carbine just in case things went sour, which was usually the case. HK-48 strolled through the crowds silently, scanning each individual as he went along until he finally found his target: a particular Rodian that was believed to be a spy for the Empire.

"Insulting Greeting: Well hello there, bug eyes." The Rodian looked up from his drink curiously and tilted his head. A hand slid down to his side quickly and was, quite obviously, fingering a hidden blaster.

"Hi chuba da naga droid?" the Rodian asked quickly in Huttese.

"Statement: My employers tell me you've been selling information on their activities to the Empire. I've been told to splatter your brains evenly over the wall for your betrayal."

"Boonowa tweepi?" The Rodian replied. "Me pee kasa! D'emperiolos oto crispa sa oda stupa!" The spy raised his blaster and aimed quickly, but before he could pull the trigger HK-48 raised his carbine and easily shot the Rodian's blaster toting hand, blowing the appendage off entirely and causing the Rodian to cry and and clutch his new stub.

"Sarcastic Observation: What a shame. Now you'll die with a gaping hole in your head and without hands." The shocked Rodian looked up quickly and was about to plead for his life, but before he could utter another word HK-48 expertly shot off the Rodian's other hand and then blasted a hole straight through the screeching bug's brain, coating the wall behind it in a thick sticky goo. The Rodian fell forward on the table with a loud thud and went limp. Cheers and jeers in various tongues came from a few cantina denizens around HK-48.

HK-48 turned and made his way through the unsurprised crowd, several workers heading to clean up the droid's mess. Murders were everyday business on this planet so nobody was surprised. HK-48 vanished into the crowd, returning to the palace of the local Hutt to retrieve his reward for frying the Rodian. It was a simple kill but would only be the first of countless more the droid would soon commit throughout his career as an assassin-for-hire...

Pretty good profile. My one complaint is in your dialogue, I don't think would talk that much. You seem to have HK's humor, but you're just saying too much. But t other than that, approved. -EK

"Desperately Awaiting For Approval!!"

Gaia Name: Armageddon
Character Name: Geddon Alypse
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Race: Arkanian "Offshoot" (Star Wars Wikipedia description of Race)
Character Description: Geddon stands at a mere 5'2" with an athletic tanned build. His dreaded gray locks of hair are tucked beneath his clothing/robes ending at his mid-back. His piercing green eyes, a trait associating him with the "Offshoots" a subspecies of Arkanians generally bred for Mining, lay almond shaped upon his chiseled face, which displays an image of calm, never ending thought. Underneath the cool presentation he displays, a manipulating, cold calculating, merciless being lurks. Geddon distrusts everything that breathes, thus his obsession and isolation with mechanical and robotic is evident. Force sensitive and barely trained, Geddon rarely uses any physical gain the Force provides, but rather uses his "knack" of foresight to help with his unmatched Tactician skills that he offers to those willing to pay. His clothing displays a wide variety of expensive luxurious silks found across the galaxy, most received as payment or pillage after a won battle.

Relations: Geddon disowned his family shortly after adulthood, realizing their plot to sell him to the imperial army as a slave for his intelligence. Years later Geddon led a mercenary task force toward the city on ArKadia where his family resided and laid siege. It is believed they were killed during the bombardment. Geddon managed to retrieve a small family fortune from the home and donated it to a rescue cause for slavery he found on Tatooine.
Character History: Geddon born to a mid-economic class family, grew in shadow of his other highly force adept siblings. Though he could show his bond with the force, he constantly chose to read books and increase his knowledge. The family was that of "Offshoots" a subspecies look upon by the "pure" Arkanians as a lower more labor intensive race bred for mining. This always put a sense of pressure and segregation upon the family more particularly the Parents, in their never ending quest to become socially accepted. Several of his brothers and sisters were sold to the empire to serve as assassins or soldiers. His parents slowly began to amass large amounts of money from the profit. During a raid in their city by some drunken mercenaries, Geddon led a small band of men and tactically planned a defense which proved so effective, the town acclaimed Geddon a hero. Shortly afterwards his parent heard of a shortage of Tacticians in the Empire, due to the untimely death of a widely revered Chiss. As greed overtook them, Geddon noticed the signs of betrayal and left on a mercenary ship shortly afterwards. He offered his services of Tactician to any willing to accept it. Giving any ship a major advantage, pirates and mercenaries alike began amassing large victories over the Empire and Rebellion alike. He rarely stayed with any group for a long period of time, and his serviced were unbiased and offered to any except the Imperials or Rebellion. ( Now New Republic ) Through his hard work and dedication t perfecting his strategies it appeared his families addiction to greed had been passed down. Though his Greed was in the form of knowledge.
Personal Belongings: Geddon has an array of lavish clothing and apparel, but his most prized possessions are that of his charts and books containing all of his notes and strategies used. Geddon caries a small sleek well concealed blaster but finds little use for it, as he can talk himself out of most encounters. He also owns a small very maneuverable ship with a very wide viewing display to allow vision of a battlefield. He has implemented several computer programs that display upon his Ships viewing screen giving very detailed information on battle info.

Alignment: ( NEUTRAL ) Geddon's actions have displayed him as a neutral mercenary though some of his darker deeds suggest a more evil side to him. It is all based on the outlook he has at the time.
Occupation: Strategist/Tactician
Skills: Geddon is highly athletic and extremely fit. He is highly intelligent and has vast knowledge in the technologies and capabilities of many races. His most evident skill is his Force Ability to foresee events prior to happening giving him an advantage in battle.
Flaws: Geddons inability to trust any one is highly debilitating in social terms. It has also effected him professionally as his distrust for the soldiers serving him are constantly effecting his judgment during a battle. A flaw if it can be considered one is his lack of desire to further train in the ways of the Force.

Role-play Sample: The ships hull rattled with vibrations of the battle ensuing a few yards outside. The massive dull gray ship slowly flanked left attempting to shift its more battle oriented side toward its opponent. The captain of the Imperial ship stood dumbstruck by the scene unfolding before him. His mind raced with uncertainty and fear, what seemed to be a routine dispatching of a Pirate ship that recently attack a ship yard, suddenly turned disastrous.

The Pirates appeared to know the inner workings and Imperial protocol for ship engagement and was slowly dismantling the much larger ships ability to move, attack or defend. It became all to evident the dire situation when the thrusters for rotational movement were destroyed. The Imperial ship sat like a duck, slowly being dismantled by an unseen foe who knew every inch of the ship and its weaknesses.

Geddon sat back in his well worn plastic-steel seat, smiling inward. A few more minutes and the escape pods will begin launching, a symbol of a treasure chest opening revealing the loot to be had inside. Yesterdays attack on the Imperial Shipyard was merely a ruse to coax a Imperial starship to give chase and break off from the fleet. A simple well aimed shot at the ships exposed communication array assured no back up would be coming. Of course the hacking of the Imperials Comm lines to ensure the proper ship came to destroy the pirates was critical.

The other fleet ships COMM stations were much harder to destroy thus allowing for enemy reinforcements. As Geddon gave the final directions of attack, Geddon clicked off his inner Comm and began slowly accelerating to the Imperial ship, a treasure cove of new Imperial ship information and blueprints lay waiting for him.

Attitude not necesary, dude. All you had to do was listen and make the changes. This is not a place to argue, and if you really want to do that, then PM. In any case, if that's really what the count is, then oh well. Just seems to me like there was a ton of neutral characters, or at least far more than there usually are. Whatever the case is, the errors I found have been corrected, so now your profile is fully approved. -EK

Thank you Sir. -Arm

Gaia Name: Scorp Ession
Character Name: Deton Rustic
Gender:male
Age:25
Race:Human
Character Description:Height: 1.8 m
Weight: 192lb with out the armor
Hair: jet black
Eyes: fiercely dark brown

Relations: A proud father and mother, two brothers and a Sister. His squad, and his mentor
Character History: Not a man of Humble origins. He was born on Cardia. His life revolved acceptance into the Academy of Carida. As the oldest male in his family, he excelled as best he could in everything he did. A superb pilot, he turned down the offer to become a Tie fighter commander, and opted for the Boots on the ground approach. He fully believed in the Imperial ideology, and fought upon numerous worlds, upon graduation at age 18 as a Stormtrooper officer.

He was actually present at the battle of Endor, where a separation from his unit embarrassingly by ewoks force him to live off the land and avoid ewok raiding parties. Finally able to smuggle himself off world, he promptly return to Military service and was busted down under the guise of dereliction of duty. With that blemish on his record, he works twice as hard to recover from such a tarnish. Unknowingly that the move was entirely political. (sorry rushed a bit)
Personal Belongings: Standard stormtrooper gear and off duty uniform. His blaster, his datapad, and his pictures of his family.

Alignment: Lawful evil
Occupation: Stormtrooper officer
Skills: Stormtroopers are trained to operate equally well both in space and ground missions, and as a result they are far more flexible than regular Imperial Army troops. They are able to carry out any of their assigned tasks quickly and effectively thanks to their training in a variety of roles. It cannot be understated that Stormtroopers are highly trained and motivated. It must also be noted that Stormtrooper boarding parties are systematic, quick and professional in taking charge of a captured ship.Stormtroopers are known for their marksmenship and some are capable of hitting a scurrier's horn at 200 meters. He can hit the horn at 250 meters which allowed him into the ranks of the Emperor's best before Endor. Totally loyal to the Empire, Stormtroopers cannot be bribed, seduced, pleaded with, influenced, or blackmailed into betraying the Emperor and his New Order
Have unarmed-combat training. [Close-combat training]
Have fencing training.
Breathing exercises (to calm oneself down).
Fighting in low gravity vacuum locations (ie asteroids). Note that troopers spend some time in acclimation tanks before being deployed.
Extensively trained in space combat Also trained to use blaster fire as means of controlling direction of movement (since firing a blaster in zero-G propels the user in the opposite direction of the shot fired). Also trained to "kick off"of foe (using the foe's body to launch movement from while at the same time changing the foe's direction of movement)
Rifle Salute (Holding of weapons in vertical position, guarding against an accidental discharge; however, it is normally rendered to officers under arms).
Trained to regroup and mount a surprise counterattack when being pursued.
Can pilot Imperial shuttles.
Capable of surviving on any livable planetary surface.
Officers train for 4 hard and rigorous years, trained to ask for advice when things go wrong, to make fact based decisions, to do collateral documentation.
Omega Exercise (For Officers)=Testing Cadets in actual battle to see what their made of, those who completed their missions with a satisfactory score received their commission and graduate from the Imperial Military Academy at Cliffside on Carida. Those who failed would serve in the ranks. [Optimists claim that 90% of senior mission are walk-overs].

operate an E-Web.
Body Guard Training-observation, marksmanship, tactics, additional instruction in security protocols and body language reading.
Flaws: In battle, Stormtroopers are disciplined to ignore casualties within their own ranks; notice is only taken from a tactical standpoint. They are never distracted by emotional responses and are well drilled in the fact that no matter how many troopers are killed in combat, there will always be more to replace them.
unable to identify local species from 50 meters away.
Has a self destructive personality in combat the longer it drags on.
Not good with technology(not a hacker, slicer, etc etc)
Not a mechanic (He can unjam his gun, not fix a tank.)

Roleplay Sample:(note this sample is when I used a char similar to this. He had went from storm trooper to Emperor... er enjoy.


The camera was fully focused on a podium that seemed rather vacant. Voices were heard through out the crowd before the Imperial's army started up the band. Drowning out the noise in the famed Imperial march. As the band reach its climax a rather elderly gentleman made his way on to the stage.

He was a man of clear good form and health. His walk not only signified he had been a man for service for many years but, that he was used to the idea of many eyes in his direction. Coming to a stop at the podium he grasped it with both hands and leaned forward slightly.

"Good Evening, ladies in Gentlemen. I come standing before you today, to deliver both news. During our recent battles against the Alliance threatening to destroy all semblancer of peace, order and civilization, we lost a good man. It seems the Emperor.... OUR EMPEROR, has fallen, stricken by some strange malady, unleashed by the dastardly rebels!
May we have a moment of silence to mourn his passing and reflect on memories he gave to us."

All over the assembled press grew quiet. Still there was the general din of whispers gone amok, as one could only wonder what would happen to the people during this time of no direction or leadership.

"However! It has been decided by the current council of Moffs, as well was through unanimous decision. that the Empire will indeed by led by a single individual. This individual, came of notice to us shortly after his defense of Naboo from an attacking rebel force. It was during this time, that this man then rose above and beyond the challenge set down before him. As a cease fire was called due to the invasion by a force that threatened the entire galaxy not with anarchy but with TOTAL ANNIHILATION! This man then took up the mantle of Supreme Commander of the Imperial Forces and under his command, score victories against beings who originally seemed unstoppable. He fought them to a standstill and pushed them back! He fought them Hand to hand PERSONALLY leading the CHARGE into the fallen Centerpoint station. A man with quite the distinguished record, it is my honor, no privilege to introduce to you, the man who will lead us in tis dark hour. FORMER CAPTAIN DETON RUSTIC Head of the Stormtrooper Division, as well as the head of the ENTIRE DEFENSIVE FLEET... NOW RETURNED TO THE SUPREME COMMANDER OF IMPERIAL FORCES!"

Thunderous almost deafening applause broke out through out the stands as both reporters and spectators broke out in furious cheers. The line directly streaming the proceedings, to the holonet slightly lost focus under the furious show of appreciation for their new commander.

The Moff bowed out and moved to the side as a lone man approached. Unlike perhaps a grand admiral who would be dressed in a full white imperial navy outfit for this occasion, he was dressed from head to toe in solid black. His pistol hung at his side, as he came up with military precision. Shaking the hand of the Moff, he flashed a dazzling white smile, before taking the podium and staring out at the crowd.

As the crowd began to die down, he calmly waited, before with a loud commanding voice began to address his people.

"I could not have hoped for a better introduction than that. It was rather wonderful and straight to the point as it should be."

He paused before continuing. Speaking in a rather grandiose voice.
"Citizens of the civilized galaxy, on this day we mark a transition. For Years the Empire stood as the crowning achievement of civilized beings. But there were those who would set us against one another, and we took up arms to defend our way of life against the Rebels.

Though we lost our original Emperor, we have continued to maintain and strive forward ever since then, until now we stand at the precipice of the cup, about to once again reunite the galaxy! The Jedi, and some within our own Senate, had conspired to create the galaxy of lawlessness.... of anarchy. They had hoped to grind the Empire into ruin. But the hatred in their hearts could not be hidden forever. At last, there came a day when our enemies showed their true natures.

But the aims of would-be tyrants were valiantly opposed by those without elitist, dangerous powers. Such as our finest Stormtroopers, Our loyal troopers contained the insurrection and quelled uprisings on a thousand worlds.

Under the Empire's Order, our most cherished beliefs will be safeguarded. We will defend our ideals by force of arms. We will give no ground to our enemies and will stand together against attacks from within or without. Let the enemies of the Empire take heed: those who challenge Imperial resolve will be crushed.

We have taken on a task that will be difficult, but the people of the Empire are ready for the challenge. Because of our efforts, the galaxy has traded war for peace and anarchy for stability. Billions of beings now look forward to a secure future. The Empire will grow as more planets feel the call, from the Rim to the wilds of unknown space.

Imperial citizens must do their part. Join our grand star fleet. Become the eyes of the Empire by reporting suspected insurrectionists. Travel to the corners of the galaxy to spread the principles of the Order to barbarians. Build monuments and technical wonders that will speak of our glory for generations to come.

Imperial stormtroopers, have tackled the dangerous work of fighting our enemies on the front lines. Many have died in their devotion to the Empire. Imperial citizens would do well to remember their example.

The Imperial Order of peace has triumphed over the shadowy secrecy of shameful magicians and rebels. The direction of our course is clear. I will lead the Empire to glories beyond imagining.
We have been tested, but we have emerged stronger. We move forward as one people: the Imperial citizens of the first Galactic Empire. We will prevail.

I will not say the road will be easy. Peace is not free as our brave soldiers find out daily against the rebel scum and their Jedi pets. We did after all try to do the civilized thing. Allow them to be recognized as a legitimate government with legitimate concerns. Unfortunately just like any other terrorist group, the moment something didn't go their way, that immediately launched another spilling of our blood, then vehemently protest when we march on their doorstep, demanding them to account for the blood they spilled! HOWEVER, WE ARE an Empire devoted to the preservation of a just society. Of a safe and secure society! We are an Empire that will stand ten thousand years!

We will celebrate the anniversary of this day as Empire Day. For the sake of our children. For our children's children! For the next ten thousand years! Safety! Security! Justice and peace!
Say it with me! Safety, Security, Justice, and Peace! Safety, Security, Justice, and Peace!"

The Entire crowd seemed to almost swell, as their voices joined in the chorus. Their tempo rising up to the heavens, as if a challenge, a challenge to those who would wish to disrupt their lives just to bring back a petty few into power. As they shouted to the heavens, the New commander, waved to the crowd as he exited off stage. Excitedly words were discussed and the hope and glee the people felt were almost beyond words. With a final farewell to the audiences viewing at home, the Imperial center stopped its broadcast and allowed it silent challenge to echo outward toward the forces who wish to protect the people of the galaxy from the anarchy of the rebels and their jedi.

Simply being a stormtrooper doens't make you evil. The Emperor was evil. Vader was evil. But the people following their orders, barring atrocities, are just doing their jobs. That in mind, instead of saying 'lawful evil,' you should instead list your faction. I.e. Galactic Empire. Make the change, and you'll be approved. -EK

Gaia Name: Rytram
Character Name: Korem Tyron
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Race: Human
Character Description: redhead with goatee. hair reaches down to the top of his neck. stands about 6'4" wears a suit of red plastoid armour and a dark red cloak. carries a sword on his back.

Relations: Married. one son of 8 years old and daughter at 5 years old. Mom and dad
Character History: Korem Tyron was born and raised in Correllia. Met his Grlfriend at school and married her when he graduated at twenty years old. His father was constantly busy when he was a child so he spent most of his time with his friends dad Steph. Steph taught Korem how to fly and some martial arts especially swordplay. Korem has the sneaking suspicion his friends father is a Jedi. never really found out for Sure. After marrying his wife gave birth to their first son Recens Tyron. three years later they adopted a girl named Corda.

Korem inherited a restaurant from a good friend named Pylar who had died. Korem's wife Amora took control of the restaurant. Korem went into private piloting and shipping (does not consider himself a smuggler it's not up to his standards) a very lucrative business
Personal Belongings: HWK-290 named Ecplipse VII. Sword. blaster pistol

Alignment: New Republic
Occupation: private shipping and transport part time cook
Skills: piloting, plotting, swordplay, literature, and deductive skills(like Sherlock holmes)
Flaws: A.D.D., randomness

Roleplay Sample:
hurtling through Hyperspace aaaaaaaaaand theres naboo ... right back there (moron you missed it)
"What is WRONG WITH ME!?!? EVERY TIME!!!" Korem stared at the computer screen. "Roleplay sample eh? They want a sample I'll give 'em a sample!" Korem stood up from his chair removed his sword from its sheath and pointed the sword at the monitor.
"I think you might want to calm down, master," said a protocol droid calmly as it walked into the room. "Computer monitors are expensive to buy let alone install."
"You're right R-7. Get me some tea."
"Yes master." The droid walked toward the door. Korem threw his sword straight at the back of the protocol droids head. The droid ducked as the sword sped over him and embedded itself into the wall. "You seem to forget that I have eyes in the back of my head, Master."
"No, I remember I just keep hoping you forget."
"I might as well not get your tea then."
Apparently you forgot what torture is like. Remember before I bought from that palace."
"I'll go get your tea."
"BLAST IT! Role play sample, I need a role play sample," muttered Korem. Korem pondered as he rubbed his goatee. "Maybe I should- nah too depressing. Or an adven- nah i'm no archeologist. CRAP! Looks like its going to be another night thinking of a role play sample. I either need to write the darn thing or leave the guild. I'm losing to much sleep." Korem held his head in the palm of his hand and tried to remember why he wanted to join this guild. "DROID WHERE"S MY TEA!?!?"

Gaia Name: Azn Shadow Specz
Character Name: Tercept Buzzra
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Human
Character Description: Tercept stand 5'11 tall and has sliver hair and blue eyes. He is a handsome figure, being well fit and charming. He often wears his battle armor under a black cloak and uses a hood to over his facial features. He has tattoos on his back and arms and also has a scar on his left cheek.
Armor
Close appearance

Relations: None his family and friends were killed on Coursant during the riots.
Character History: Tercept was born on the planet of Coursant. His father was a former bounty hunter and was well known on the planet. His father taught him how to use a vibro blade and how to use a blaster. He became to love the vibro blade more than the blaster. Since he was seven he trained with his father up until his death during one of the large riots. He recieved a scar from this day, as a blaster bolt passed his cheek. This constantly reminded him that, that was the day he almost died at the hands of the republic. Through his mind he began to hate them, and wanted revenge for the death of his friends and family.

His neighborhood, including his family, were gunned down by Republic Soldiers as they charged them. During all of this Tercept used his instincts to guide him, unknowningly it was actually the force guiding him, he was able to escape one of the many massacres of the riots. He came out of the war torn city with a blaster wound to leg. He was treated by a doctor and was later transported off planet by shuttle. The shuttle was boarded by the Imperial army, and Tercept volunteered to join them.
Personal Belongings: Has a picture of his mother and sister in a locket that's on a necklace.

Alignment: Imperial
Occupation: Dark Jedi Hopeful
Skills: Skilled in Hand to Hand and Melee Combat
Flaws: He has little skill with blaster or fighting ranged opponents. He also has trouble with following order, as he often loves to improvise, causing him to be reckless at times.

Roleplay Sample:
From a current rp I am in.
Link

Ryuk Masemune

Ryuk stood on a grassy plain on the hills of the virtual world. It was such an amazing site to behold and everything felt so real. The heavy wind brushed through the grass and eventually hitting him. His cape around his left arm was blown to back from such a strong winds. Though his hood that covered his eyes and kept his warm remained unmoved by such events. The game world had changed all so suddenly as it was once sunny but now it was going to rain. He sighed looking up at the horrid ask but smiled. "As I have learned. Peace is a lie, there is only passion." He said to himself touching the hilt of his sword that was stretched across his back.

He gave a heavy sigh seeing the computer controlled monsters battle eachother. It felt so lonely out here, with only ten others it seemed the world was only made of ten intelligent beings. This would normally make them gods but the monsters here could still over power them. He looked across the plain once more realizing what else had happened. The world was actually out of control and the town people, or the AI, had no idea what was going on. This was just simply chaotic. He stood as he did for many weeks admiring the world for little moments at a time.

... There is only passion

Gaia Name: Culex Xeluc
Character Name: Mordecai Yun
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Miraluka
Character Description: Mordecai stands tall at six feet, with a skinny body. He always carries his large black cloak, resembling that of a Dark Jedi Master. He wears it only to conceal a pair of blasters, and his master’s old signature blade. Also, unlike most of the Miralukas, Mordecai also possessed actual eyes but without eyesight, forcing him to rely on Force Sight.

Relations: His father and mother who he hasn't heard of since he was five. Dead master.
Character History: Mordecai was raised in a small rural planet. The fact he had eyes made him a very rare Miraluka. This led to a man offering his father a quite large amount of money for the kid. With almost no money to his name, Mordecai’s father accepted it and sold Mordecai.
Mordecai became the slave to a Dark Jedi. Although he claimed to be of the Dark Side, the evil Jedi did not meddle in the affairs of the Imperials and the New Republic. He was very fond of the Miraluka lifestyle and thus he embraced, and taught it to Mordecai. However, being a Jedi, he felt his slave should have enough to be able to battle, and thus he taught him combat, beginning with a basic blade and then to a vibroblade. The one thing he didn’t show him, however, was the force powers. He felt the world did not need more Force-wielders and refused to teach him anything beyond the very basic powers.

Despite being like Miraluka, the Dark Jedi held a hatred towards people. He found them troublesome, annoying, and simply inefficient at anything they attempted. As Mordecai grew, he became a lot like his master, showing the same hatred his master held to other people. However, despite the training and the hate, Mordecai remained a peaceful individual, too confined to the ways of the Miraluka. His master understood this, and devised a plan. He devised a particular mask, white with some red marks, for him to wear. He claimed it was made to resemble that of a mask worn by an ancient Sith Lord (Darth Nihilus).
“When you wear this mask, forget your peaceful ways, and embrace the Dark Side. Let it run through your body, and trust your instincts and my orders."

And with those words, he would wear the mask whenever his master ordered him to go kill certain individuals. This was not to say he wouldn’t kill otherwise, but it made it easier for him to accept such ways. This would not last however. Old age had come upon the very old Dark Jedi master and, rather than becoming too weak to fight, he surrendered to his death. Mordecai was very upset over the death, but was surprised to find that the Jedi’s lightsaber had also disappeared with him. All he was left was with a key, and a piece of paper. The paper told him a secret vault, where Mordecai discovered the black cloak he now wears, and a special weapon, with the word ‘Breaker’ engraved on it. Taking the items, he followed his old master’s last order: To join the imperials.

Personal Belongings:
-Black robes, enough to cover most of his body and conceal his weapons.
- A pair of blasters
-Breaker: This sword is actually a customized electrostaff, made of Phrik, which resembles a sword, thus allowing the user to wield it with one hand and fight efficiently. It has the word ‘Breaker’ engraved on it.
- A mask resembling that of Darth Nihilus’s mask.
Alignment: Imperial
Occupation: Mercenary
Skills: Force Sight, very agile, knowledgable of many parts due to the various missions by his old master.
Flaws: Having been a slave, he’s more likely to follow orders from someone he views in command than others. He also has a sort of dependence on the mask, willing to go to great extent to protect it even over his own life.

Roleplay Sample:
“We’ve captured her, sir”

“Hmm?”

Taylor kept his gaze down, staring at all the papers tossed on his desk. He seemed too busy to care about anything else at the moment. After all, a league of mages doesn’t move by itself, especially one like his. His criminal organization of mages depended on his plans and tactics, which led to him usually being more planning than out on the field. However, when his assistant uttered the following words, he was completely taken aback:

“The head mage, sir. We’ve captured her.”

Upon hearing those words, he dropped his pencils and stared at the table for a couple of seconds. He slowly pushed his chair back and stood up and looked at his assistant, as if searching for any signs of a lie or a joke. He couldn’t find any. He nodded.

“Take her to the largest cell we have, I’ll meet you there in five minutes,” replied the blond man, as he exited the room before the assistant could even respond. It had been a while since he had spoken with her. She had been his lover, his best friend, his soulmate. When they last spoke, he had offered her, begged her, to come with him, but she had rejected his ideals. His heart had been broken, and now he sought revenge.
…
He stood in the large prison cell, surprised it was so big. It was a large room without any windows, and only a simple door. The walls had been embedded with runes that blocked magical attacks making the perfect prisons for mages. Soon enough, a mage walked in holding the head mage.

“We meet again…”