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 Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:12 pm
jaded jedi with possible multiple personality disorder Username: Samity Character name: Sam-el Joelk Race: Human (Dathomir) Age: 25 Sex: Female Faction: Jedi Rank: Master Class: (when applicable) Saber Color: Blue Force Powers: (when applicable) Weapon of Choice: Lightsaber Personal Ship: (NAME/MODEL : if applicable) Personality: Provider. Quote: Providers take it upon themselves to insure the health and welfare of those in their care, but they are also the most sociable of all the Guardians, and thus are the great nurturers of social institutions. Friendly, outgoing, neighborly - in a word, Providers are gregarious, so much so that they can become restless when isolated from people. They love to talk with others, and will often strike up a conversation with strangers and chat pleasantly about any topic that comes to mind. Friendships matter a great deal to Providers, and their conversations with friends often touch on good times from years past. Family traditions are also sacred to them. Providers are extremely sensitive to the feelings of others, which makes them perhaps the most sympathetic of all the types, but which also leaves them somewhat self-conscious, that is, highly sensitive to what others think of them. Loving and affectionate themselves, they need to be loved in return. Teal/Grey Height/body build: 5'4" - Muscular Distinguishing marks: Scars on back from whips. Background: Sam's Father was a Grey Jedi, a Stennes man investigating the Frenzied River clan of Dathomir, and her mother was a powerful Witch of Dathomir, the leader of her clan. Her birth, however, revealed not only her father's secret identity (as he had infiltrated as a shape-shifted witch), but her mother's willing hospitality to this male. Both banished from the clan, Sam-el was left to be raised by Arphalia, the eldest Witch of the clan. Though she was raised without suffering stigma of her mother's transgression, her unique physical appearance always reminded her of her difference. As she grew older, and her sisters routinely convinced her that her roots may come from another world, but she had been grown on Dathomir, she accepted that the Frenzied River was her true home. That true home was shattered one night as Nightsisters, a group that the Witches seemed unable to defeat entirely even with the Hapan assistance, and tore the Frenzied River asunder. Those that were not converted immediately were tortured and lashed - Sam-el and nearly all of her sisters. On chance, she was part of a group that managed to break free, but rather than fight the Nightsisters she was ushered away by Arphalia, who convinced her to run.
She was found by Lin Wenu, a smuggler bold enough to risk the Hapan Battle Dragons because he had little to lose. Taking pity on the girl of twelve, he took her with him and, in a rare moment of sound judgement, dropped that particular smuggling run.
Sam spent four years with Lin, and adopted to her new life fairly quickly. By the time she was sixteen, she was as rough and tough as many of the Smugglers in the galaxy, and had the cocky attitude to prove it. She hadn't forgotten the stories of her mother, however, and told Lin that she wanted to discover what had happened to her and her father. He agreed to take her to the Jedi and delivered, though a cantina brawl was an unexpected twist to the agreement.
Apprenticed immediately to Alexander Covenant, Sam-el travelled to Naboo with him for her training. Once there, the bond between Master and Padawan grew substantially and, before their return, Covenant gifted Sam her first lightsaber. It had been his father's Electrum Lightsaber, and one Sam used from then on. It was on Naboo that she learned of her father's lineage and his gift to her - minor shape-shifting abilities. Though she would have to train to develop them, she at least knew what had happened to her parents through her visions. Returning to Coruscant with Covenant, she was Knighted.
She had a short career as a Knight, being raised to Master as Covenent was raised to Grand Master, and not long after that she received news that Covenant had been forced into a self-exile. The Dark Lord Raven Rahl had brought the terror of the Corruo into republic space and threatened the ones Covenant loved - including Sam-el herself and their old friend Kai'le, if Alexander did not leave the Order. As he left, he appointed her Grand Master in his place and she struggled to meet that role in troubling and changing times.
Then the change happened. One day, while meditating with her friend Kai'le at the Force Nexus on Ossus, they were interrupted by the appearance of a woman claiming to be a future version of Sam. Her appearance was strange - white hair instead of teal, luminescent veins along her skin, and horns - but Sam knew, as only she could know, that this was her. They exchanged places, Sam going to where her future self had come from, and 'Jaddah' remained. She claimed to come to stop something that had gone wrong, to make sure that a great evil did not happen, and to prepare the Jedi for what was happening. She spoke of the Brood, and after securing the aid of the Order she embarked to fight the Brood. The plan: draw the Brood to the time of its conception, and eliminate it's existence with the same time-altering technology that she had used to come to the past. By creating a time-vortex in the center of the Brood's place of birth, she reversed its existence to the point just before it came to be, and sucked it into the time vortex with herself. The Jedi and allies that had gone to assist were left behind, some wounded and some far worse from the struggle to subdue the Brood, but most still alive. Sam awoke on Naboo, once more the teal-haired, horn-less Witch of Dathomir.. but with no memory. For five years she's lived on a farm, taken in by a farmer and his daughter, and though she suspects that her distinct lack of skill for the tasks in the home and the farm are evidence that she led a different life, she is happy and content to remain at peace.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:13 pm
sexy mc sexerton jedi batman Username: trevor le vampire Character name: Kennero Aedos Race: Falleen Age: 25 Sex: Male Faction: Jedi Rank: Knight Class: (when applicable) Saber Color: Green -- Upari Crystal Force Powers: (when applicable) Weapon of Choice: Ryyk Blade Personal Ship: Black BirdPersonality: Kennero is more of a watcher and a listener than a thinker or a speaker, which is probably a result of his being raised an only son in a Matriarchal family. Unlike many of his family members, and those of his race in general, he has a profound respect for the vast cultures of the galaxy -- humans in particular. For a Jedi, Kennero's passions run deep and he rarely refrains from expressing them. With the heart of a poet, but the hands of a warrior, he manages to reconcile both natures of his soul without sacrificing either - usually through swift justice. Kennero is quick to decision, a trait developed after being apprenticed to one Jedi Master Isani, and often times those decisions are not always undeniably 'good', but they are always just. Hair/Eye color: Black/Black Height/body build: 5'11" / Athletic Distinguishing marks: Less-pronounced ridges than typical Falleen males Background: Born the first born, and only, son of the Aedos noble house on Falleen, Kennero quickly adapted to the Matriarchal world he would spend the first half of his life in. Though he was young, there was no room for error as the first male heir the house had seen in generations, and so he learned quickly and efficiently. It took only one beating for him to learn not only his place, but the power of his position. Many in his position would grow to admire and covet the power that would be his one day, perhaps conspire to make it sooner than later, but Kennero - with his uniquely male perspective in the matriarch's family - saw it differently. He saw what the power allowed his mother to do, and what it caused her to become, and he loathed it. When he came of age, when he could be expecting his mother's assassins to find him and insure her continued rule, he left the planet and his home. He found a place of peace in the Jedi Order and he embraced it. Growing up in a culture that appreciated fine music, art, and poetry, it was easy for him to accept a new place with the Jedi and embrace its ideals. They were a comfort in contrast to the cold, calculating palace of his mother's, and the false, empty appreciation for life within those walls. It was here that he met Armina Rahl, and his bard's heart would belong to no other. Apprenticed to Jedi Master Isani, either because the Grandmaster sensed that the two of them complimented one another or as a sign of her faith in the new Jedi Master, he learned quickly as always and did Isani proud - though she never voiced it aloud. Her cool, aloof displays of approval were not alien or strange to Kennero, and though outer appearances would not show it, the bond between Master and Padawan was very strong between the two of them. When Isani and Alliandre Kigarin were declared dead, Kennero and Mina found comfort in one another. Though Kennero could not admit to himself that his Master was dead, for his instincts strongly declared otherwise, he kept his thought to himself. As her sole living student, Kennero secretly devoted his time to locating her - if she lived - while on missions for the Order. Even when he and Mina became engaged he did not admit his suspicions to her, though after five years he was beginning to wonder if he had ever been correct.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:13 pm
emotionally clingy and slightly fragile ex jedi Username: papillon jaune Character name: Malo Sunrider Race: Human Age: 22 Sex: Female Faction: Black Sun Rank: Gun-runner Class: (when applicable) Saber Color: Blue Force Powers: (when applicable) Weapon of Choice: Tech & Grenades Personal Ship: Red BirthPersonality: After Anzat Malo lost her faith in many if the ideals that she'd learned as a Jedi. No longer suffering any delusions concerning the capacity for cruelty that the universe is capable of, Malo has stopped preaching the ways of the light and, in fact, even believing in them. Instead, she's accepted that the universe is nothing but a cesspool of sanctimonious s**t. However, far from letting that acceptance deter her from a life worth living she has blossomed from a clumbsy, naive, Sun-kissed girl to a cavalier, smart-mouthed, confident outlaw. With as much regard for the Republic as she has for the Jedi Order, which is little, she's settled in comfortably to the life, and nature, of a pirate. True emotion is always buried deep beneath several defensive layers of humor, false stupidity, and/or a general lack of concern. Her code of honor is still intact, mostly, and she will avoid confrontation or the taking of a life, but she is not above doing whatever it takes to preserve the new life that she's carved out for herself in the underworld. Hair/Eye color: Blonde/Green Height/body build: 5'6" / Muscular Distinguishing marks: Scars: Slash across the left side of her face, eye to jaw, from lightsaber and various claw marks and gashes from surviving feral Anzati on Anzat. Background: Former Jedi Knight, Malo was kidnapped by the Sith Master Neiva and her accomplice, Darth Reimus, and held aboard their ship. Time with Neiva was relatively short, but spent giving the Anzat a constant source of nourishment. What strength Malo had she gave to Reimus, reaching out to him to break the bonds that Neiva had over him and to help them both. When they did escape Neiva it was on Anzat during the birth of the Brood and their plans to leave the planet together fell apart as they were separated. Surviving the Brood was a matter of evading it as the focus of that threat fell on Ossus and she felt the futility break her as she felt the fall of Ossus, the Jedi Enclave, and so many of her friends. That futility came as an especial burden to her as she'd always dreamed of becoming a protector. When that became frustration it changed again, trapped on Anzat as she was - prey to both the population and its monsters - and it became determination. It took her years to make her way off the planet, unable to barter with even the most simple of space ports due to their barbaric thirsts for 'soup', but she managed it. With only the crystal from her lightsaber remaining to her she left Anzat and faced the choice of returning home or to press on. She opted the press on, opportunity rising under the name 'Whitesun' as her few exploits on Black Sun controlled planets caught the Vigo's attention, and she fell into the sea of ranks within the crime syndicate. Because her former occupation breeds distrust and contempt among her 'colleagues' she works in the company of droids, most of which she has built herself over the past year, and keeps to herself.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:13 pm
GODDAMN MESSED UP INDIVIDUAL
Username: Snitches_get_Stitches
Character name: Morbella
Race: Gurlanin
Age: 30
Sex: Female
Faction: Double-Agent
Rank: Lieutenant
Class: n/a
Saber Color: n/a
Force Powers: n/a
Weapon of Choice: Cloak & Dagger
Personal Ship: n/a
Personality: Morbella has always been quiet, but since adapting to a life of constant lying and intrigue has since silenced her even further. She's distrustful to a point, surrounded daily by those that she's sure would kill her in a heartbeat should they discover her traitorous actions, but brave enough to continue doing it. Morbella does what she needs to in order to survive, and that is her only constant mode of character.
Hair/Eye color: Black/Orange (most of the time)
Height/body build: 5'5" / Thin
Distinguishing marks: n/a for a shapeshifter
Background: Born to a medium sized family, and the eldest of her siblings, Morbella was raised with a deeply ingrained sense of responsibility. It was she that the younger children came to when they'd gotten into trouble, it was she that went to them when they were too proud to ask for help, and it was she that her mother always came down on when trouble was made for her. As the oldest, Morbella took the punishments for her siblings, claiming responsibility for their actions, and shielding them from repercussions of their folly. Above all, Morbella taught them the most important lesson: survive.
Life was harder for them than the other children in the settlement, for they had been raised without a father. Their mother tirelessly provided for them, but Morbella ached for the protective arm that should rest over her shoulders from a father as she protected her brothers and siblings. When she came of age, at only 16, she left her family. She knew her siblings would be alright without her, though they had always had her to be with them they were not blind or dumb and would learn the ways of the world well-enough without her there to protect her from it. She wanted to find her father, and rumor (after her mother had had much drink) that he had enlisted with the Sith Navy -- so she did too.
It took her a few years to work up to a regular station on the Corruo, not bringing with her any particular skill or experience like many of the other, younger, pilots. She did show determinations though, and endurance, and she persevered. Eventually claiming herself a squad, her first mission on a backwater, barbaric planet was doomed to failure from the beginning and she spent six months afterwards evading the natives and surviving with nothing more than the same grim determination she had always had -- survive.
Fortuitously, the same planet hosted a gathering of factions for celebrations. Sensing that her return to the Sith would bring about an execution for the death and abandonment of her squad, she went to Nexus for sanctuary. She found a bargain instead, serve Nexus as a double-agent, feed the Regent any intel she could on the Sith movements, and Nexus would cover up her actions on Munto Codru so she could return unscathed to her position, at the head of a new squad.
For five years she held up her side of the bargain, though Nexus fell not long after her stay. Her fear at discovery was replaced by the same old determination -- stay alive -- and she began to feed her information elsewhere - to the Jedi, the Republic, whoever needed to know. A cause for survival had somehow become a cause, and though Morbella always thought herself to be smarter than to take up a cause, she now found herself caught up in one.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:14 pm
obsessive homicidal drug addict  Username: familiar pieces Character name: Eden Whitesun Race: Nautolan Age: ?? Sex: Female Faction: Black Sun Rank: Vigo Class: n/a Saber Color: n/a Force Powers: n/a Weapon of Choice: Adventurer & Wookie Slug ThrowerPersonal Ship:Flip StingPersonality: Generally apathetic, Eden finds it simpler to just not care in her line of work. Certain topics have been known to spark anger in her, specific words have sewn rage, and in those instances she's proved to be a master in the art of revenge. Most days though, Eden drifts along with a matter-of-fact acceptance of everything, good and evil, equally in the universe. Hair/Eye color: n/a - black Height/body build: 5' 7" - muscular Distinguishing marks: White skin. Background: Eden joined the Black Sun at a young age only to find that though her place among the crime syndicate was welcomed, her staying there was quite another thing. Having proven herself against the more bloodthirsty and competitive colleagues within the first decade, she found herself moving up from petty crimes, to Bounty Hunting, until finally seating herself in the position of Vigo - a seat still warm from the corpse who had sat in it before her. More often than not, she finds herself at odds with other Vigos but as one of the Prince's personal favorites she's given a longer leash than most. Though she misses her days as a Bounty Hunter, she has come to enjoy the comfortable living style that being a Vigo affords. Of course, she's never been above getting her hands dirty for the right price.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:16 pm
overly flirtations and raunchy kunoichi  
A petite girl with bright, cosmetically-coloured hair entered the small cafe with what appeared to be mild curiosity. She looked around, seemingly letting her eyes wander and take in everything as she took small, hesitant steps into the main foyer. In truth, her experienced dark eyes were seeing everything, observing her surroundings expertly, and doing so with the subtle mask of a curious young lady.
That particular facade was augnmented by her style of dress; a bright yellow, strapless shirt, fade washed denim shorts featuring a light, floral print, baby blue nylons, and yellow strappy wedge heels matching the yellow of her shirt. Various bracelets all of natural materials, wood, paper, turquoise and leather, adorned her slender wrists and a single necklace with five thinly cut leather strings hung around her neck, hanging low enough to hide the ornament between her assets and under her shirt.
"I like this place," She said to no one in particular, moving from the foyer towards the seating area but not taking a seat. Her eyes never stopped moving and she never looked at anything twice.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:20 pm
somewhat in need of a redux mandolorian character Rane's earliest memories are of the Academy, Jedi Academy where she grew as a Jedi Apprentice. When she was old enough to stand and begin to learn the way of the force she was part of a group taken to an isolated Planet moon to be taught in unison by one master. Unbeknown to the Master that moon was the habitat of vicious force-feeding creatures that attacked in the night, taking the master down first as the most powerful among them and then turned on the youngest. The children fled, what abilities they knew utterly useless against the creatures, and one by one they were cut down by the pack. Rane was the last, but before she could be devoured she made it through the forest and straight into the perimeter defenses of a secured Mandalorian outpost. Before the turrets could train on her automatically the sentinels turned them on the pack and cut them down at the forest's edge. Taken in then and initially adopted it was soon revealed by her aptitude for study and knowledge of the language Mando'a that she was originally of one of the clans. While she grew and trained with the outpost she took on the name of the clan that had saved her, and inherited the armor of the man who had raised her as his own - Kelborn Ordo. Once of age Rane left Dxun and set out to prove herself as great a warrior as her father. Using what force abilities remain from her early childhood Rane travels the stars as a bounty hunter, one of the best, hunting down force sensitives as a sport to prove her own strength and abilities when she isn't on jobs. IMAGE
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