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Gaia Name: Travis Celendel
Character Name: Connor Socott
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Race: Human
Character Description: Standing at two meters, Connor is taller than most. His arms are rather thick and usually fill the sleeves of whatever shirt he happens to be wearing. As a result, he often dons a white muscle style shirt. The rest of his body is toned as well from the years of lifting weights. A clean face is a rare thing on this emerald eyed man. His blonde hair stained with black streaks from the oil and grease he deals with all day.
Relations: Roylee Socott: father. Retired Mechanic. Baltha Socott: Mother, Waitress. Jaya Savage [deceased]: Fiancee, Waitress.
Character History: Connor was never the best at anything. No matter what he did, it seemed that someone else did it better. No one saw this clearer Connor’s father, who told his son as much every chance he got. This had a profound effect on Connor as he grew into adolescence. Rather than accept his shortcomings, he tried harder than anyone he knew. He spent countless hours reading at night, working at his father’s shop during the day, and working out any time he wasn’t doing either of those or sleeping. He has taken over the store now to support his aging and sickened father, who he ceaselessly ridicules for being crippled. He met his fiancée while waiting to walk his mother home from her job as a waitress. He courted her for six years before proposing to her. She died a week later. She was shot dead for being outside after curfew
Personal Belongings: Connor doesn’t own much more than he needs: Clothes, food, and of course, his trusty hydrospanner.

Alignment: Coruscanti Underground Rebellion
Occupation: Mechanic
Skills: Quite knowledgeable in the field of mechanical repair. A strong body and a thick head have made him no stranger to fighting.
Flaws: Doesn’t know much outside of his field of work. Stubborn to a fault.

Roleplay Sample:Connor dropped the spanner on the table with a clunk. He leaned back with his hands just above his buttocks and leaned back with a slight groan.
“Wassa’ matter sweetie?” His father said from across the room. “Did ya’ work to hard?” The derision in his voice was heightened by the jagged bass of his voice.

Connor rolled his eyes and sat down at the table. “No pa, I just want to walk when I’m forty.” He glanced over to the crippled man, who was now silent, and smiled mischievously. He opened his mouth to launch into another tirade, but was stopped by his mother bringing the bowl to the table. Connor picked up the spoon and reached for the day’s gruel. It was batted away by the serving ladle.

“Go wash those filthy hands young man.” His mother commanded. He sighed deeply and stood up. “Just because I have to see brutes like your father eating with filth ridden hands, doesn’t mean I have to put up with that kind of thing from my own son.” He had walked to the basin and rinsed his hands off by the time she finished her nagging rant. He turned back to the table and took a step before getting a strange look on his face. His eyebrows furrowed and his right eye was squinted. He rushed to the window to see a woman fleeing down the street. There was a flash and she toppled forward. His eyes then widened as he realized the identity of the woman.

“Jaya!” He shouted. He pushed off from the window sill and rushed downstairs. He reached the door to the outside within a few moments; the resulting crash of tools and equipment was audible from outside. He hesitated only slightly as he fumbled with the lock. He opened the door and looked down the street. The watchmen were busy chasing down some poor homeless bum. He took the opportunity to run out and pick up the girl and bring her inside. He laid her down carefully and brushed the fiery red hair from her face.

Slowly, so very slowly her eyes opened as they might have after a long nap. “Connor.” She said, her usually smooth as silk voice freckled with a rasp. She smiled and reached for his cheek. He helped her along the way by leaning in closer. “Happy birthday, my love.” Her words were barely a whisper now. Those big brown eyes that he had fallen in love with closed again and her shallow breath stopped.

“No!” He screamed “Jaya! Don’t leave me! JAYA!” His cries carried on through the night air. He held her lifeless head against his chest and rocked back ad fourth. For the first time in 16 years, Connor Socott cried.

Gaia Name: Armageddon
Character Name: Arcadius Caine
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Arkanian
Character Description: Arcadius is widely misconstrued as a human due to his height, standing 6’1” he easily surpasses his race in height, weight wise Arcadius is quite skinny weighing only 170, he is often called “slim”. Gifted with handsome features, Arcadius has piercing blue eyes, complimented with died white hair, that he often wears down, ending at his shoulders. His chiseled face comes to a point at his chin with thin black stubby hair forming a beard/slash goatee. (Justin Timberlake style) His skin is very white due to living in the shadows for most his life, making the skin even whiter, Arcadius was born with a birth defect which renders some of his skin without pigment. http://appykingdom.fc2web.com/devil_hunter/devil_3_dante_black.gif

Clothing wise Arcadius, attempts to be as fashionable as possible with the money and clothes available to him, He often wears his black trench coat, over whatever he is wearing that day. Wearing a pair of dog tags he had found when younger is the only jewelry Arcadius owns. Always wearing it underneath his clothing he holds it very dear to him. His hands are covered by dark red leather gloves, more for warmth then style, they are battered and scuffed from everyday use. Arcadius also has steel toed
He finds useful when fighting someone, like the gloves the boots are quite worn, the material has been scuffed away to reveal the metal at the toes beneath.

Arcadius is very to himself not ever having many friends as a kid due to his ghostly appearance, He has found a liking to his solo disclosed life, Though he is shy and very soft spoken Arcadius is friendly and good willed, to an extent, Arcadius “bends” the laws when needed, he is considered a rogue to the law and community, a sort of Robin Hood.


Relations: Arcadius’s relationships are minute and not attached, he perfers to call them acquaintances. Having two best friends, when younger both were killed when they were exploring a ruined building, and a piece of cider crushed them. Arcadius blamed himself for their death. His family left him for dead at 12 when he was out exploring one day with his friends, returning home that night all possessions and family were gone. Arcadius also finds no interest in kinship with another person, due to his history Aracdius has a hard time with attachments.

Character History: Born into a poor but once renowned family, Arcadius was raised with the intention of being a scholar and leader, his father and mother taught him everything they knew, with the hidden intent of using him as a tool to escape their dim and despaired life. Arcadius excelled beyond his fellow peers, his parents kept him enclosed from others his age in order to ‘mature’ him quickly, thus taking away his socialization skills. At age 9 Arcadius met Kale and Ragna, instantly becoming friends, Arcadius often snuck out to play with them, they often went exploring, and treasure hunting. On one faithful day at age 11 Arcadius found a pair of dog tags buried in gravel, treasuring this beyond any other treasure he quickly pocketed them and did not enlighten his friends of his discovery. One year later the first of two tragedy’s occurred, leaving very early in the morning of his 12th birthday to explore with his friends, his family mysteriously disappeared without a trace, along with all their belongings. At first depressed Aracdius soon found the independence and freedom from them invigorating, camping out among places he had previously explored, his friends envied him, soon after they deserted their homes to ‘live’ with him. The 2nd tradegy occurred at 13, Arcadius and company traveled farther outward to uncharted lands, coming to a large building that use to house computer equipment and high technology, he and his friends ignored the structure’s quickly decreasing stability of its foundation and entered. Climbing the wreck in search of hidden values, Arcadius tripped on a beam holding the ceiling above them, the rust that had ate way at the metal finally crippled it sending tons of waste down below, where Aracdius’s friends waited below. Day’s after upon attempted death by starvation Arcadius made amends and moved on, though the screams and memories of that day still haunt him. The years after that passed with much blur living on stolen goods and mercenary work, Arcadius made do, keeping to himself, he grew into the very thing his parents had hope, a tool. Arcadius took a liking to artwork he has found throughout his explorations, linking them to the corresponding races, he has gained much knowledge at his young age, he also finds he is quite artistic as well.

Personal Belongings: Arcadius’s belongings are minute and are listed in order of importance, 1.) Dog tags, No real use, a treasure found when he was 11. 2.) Polished Long Sword, A primitive weapon found in a ruined museum, rusty when found Arcadius cleaned it and has adapted to become quite proficient in use. 3.) Long Black Trench Coat, the only remenant clothing found after his families disappearance, the coat is equipped with several pockets though most are empty. 4.)Dark red Gloves, scuffed and used Arcadius has modified the gloves with slivers of metal in the knuckle region to cause damage when brawling, 5.) Steel toe boots, also scuffed and used, primarily used for foot protection, they offer an adavantage when fighting.

Alignment: Coruscanti Underground Rebellion

Occupation: Artist/Collector (approved- K)

Skills: Higly Agile and ambidextrous, educated to that of a college level. Skilled in swordsmanship, tracking, and hunting. Well verse in artistic styles, and collaborations.

Flaws: Very Unsocial. Not well adapt to firing or aiming with ranged weapons.

Roleplay Sample:

Shadows danced with one another along the crumpled rust stained walls, that once were bright white and looked indestructible. Trickling water could heard in the background hitting an unknown object at a high velocity. Small animals that inhabited the area quickly scrambled away upon the noise of footsteps thundering forward. Three children stood at the entrance of the abandoned infrastructure, gazing up and down marveling at it’s sheer beauty and size, though half of the building had disintegrated over time. The south wall was nearly gone revealing the support beams that held them, now eaten away by rust and other unknown corrosives. “Hey Arca, whatcha think we’ll find in here?” A small pudgy boy ask in a squeaky heavily accented voice. Who was now walking to the North wall to look for other entrances. “I am not sure Rag, we have not ventured this far out before, but I think that sign is a technology symbol, I’ve seen it somewhere before.” Arca yelled out now attempting to place that symbol to where he had previously seens it. “Teknoologie huh? You mean like robots and stuff?” A tall slender boy standing next to Arca asked trying to properly enunciate technology. “Hmm, maybe Kale, lets check it out” Arca spoke walking toward the black opening that looked like that of a mouth patiently awaiting its food to prowl in. The children’s laughter echoed and clashed against the menacing architecture. As they were swallowed by the darkness the building seemed to show a sense of satisfaction as two of the three adventurers would not walk back out… Waking in a cold sweat Arcadius bolted up quickly looking around frantically, tears could be seen rolling down in thin streams against his cheek, cleaning his dirt stricken face. Rising from his sleeping quarters Arcadius grabbed his sword in the corner of his room, sliding the long silver metal behind his back in the hilt; Arcadius wiped his face and emerged outside.



Thank you. I noticed Seph was having issues with posting no piloting skills as a weakness so i deleted it.

Gaia Name: ExTERmINATION
Character Name: Steven Draman
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Race: Human
Character Description: Steven is six feet and three inches tall. He has a athletic built which his figure is mostly muscular. He has a tanned skin complextion with dark green eyes and black short hair. He has a clean cut for facial hair. He has a unique tribal tattoo along his right bicip which takes up the whole arm in black. He has the odd scar on his other arm which represents other previous battles. Steve usualy has a traditonal clothing type which is a skin tight black longsleeve with the left sleeve toren off. His pants match but are of the baggy type and wears heavy body armor boots.

Relations: Widow
Character History: Steven took part in the Military before he turned twenty, he grew up in the Military taking part in small Divisions, Squads and grew in the ranks. He never did approach higher then anythign that made you sit behind a desk. He enjoyed the fights it was an adreanline rush. At the age of twenty five, Steven managed to get some OFF LEAVE and headed to a Military OFF LEAVE Resort only for Military Personal, it was to be known as one of the greastest Resorts in the Galaxy. There he managed to meet his wife, Rheana Adrex, a Combat Medic, the two spoke a few words which turned out to a long night and soon married that late in the year. The two had OFF LEAVE with pay after their marriage, and they found a nice place at the same Resort. The two knew they couldn't have kids at he moment since they were still in the Military and thought about leaving, but small individual battles agianst the Military suddenly occured making them both come back to DUTY. Steven tried to get a transfer to Rheana's Division but denied from his expertise in the field. The two were seperated in the galaxy to do missions and in the same year the two where scheduled to return home, some time in the late year. Soon Steven was told of an accident with Rheana which left her unable to come back, she managed to resuce five soldiers before a group of unknowns came up and managed to stop her.

Steven tried to find out who these unknowns where but was denied access to that section, thus putting him OFF LEAVE and Steven took the next step and leaving the Military to find out his own way.

Personal Belongings: A wallat with only few photos of his wife. Heavy body armor and clothing, sidearm pistol and a helmet.

Alignment:
Occupation:
Skills: Expert in firearms, years in Echani-Training with the dark arts as well with Pilot training of the small ship kinds.
Flaws: Emotionaly unstable, doesn't take kindly to cold tempatures.

Roleplay Sample: With heavy sounds of crossfire, a few soldiers in the distance eschange fire to each other, the sounds of their blasters echo the forest area as the sky above darken's there line of sight, the only thing keeping them frim firing upon each other is static radio of communication and the colour of their lazers.

Behind the shadows of a near by fallen tree, a dark figured shadowed in a black cloak amered from where it was watching, it seemed to take it's time before it started sprinting towards the area of the fight. As the cloaked figure who seemed to stand atleast 6'7" with all the gear on managed to get into one of the groups he launched a right elbow to one of the soldier's back causing the armor to break and a shout of pain, the soldiers around him couldn't figure it out before the cloaked figure's eyes started to haze a red.

The figure threw their victim towards one of the soldiers who drew his firearm, a female soldier came up behind the figure with a tazer stick and took a swing, the cloaked figure took the hit but grabbed the female's hand and crushed it, her screams echoed as the crossfire betwen the two groups slowed down. The female got onto her knees with pain as the figure soon lifted her in the air and threw her into a tree causing it to break.

Gaia Name: Rai Yoroi

Character Name: Rai Yoroi

Gender: Male

Age: 29

Race: ???

Character Description: About 6 ft. tall with red eyes gray hair and two gills on each cheek he wears blue and black battletorn biomesh armor and matching biomesh shorts with Echani light armor underneath covered by an undershirt and legings.

Relations: no parents, exiled by jedi, only relation is his good friend Jak tin

Character History: He is an exiled Jedi of unknown origin found on the steps of a jedi temple as a baby. He was raised to be a great jedi and he was until the day it happened, the betrayal. There was a sith spy in the academy and he had decided to attack and who he would blame he had true commitment to the sith not only had he lured Rai to him and slaughtered all the younglings but he had also taken his red saber from his robes, cut off his own hand, and threw it to Rai's feet. Try as he may the council couldn't deny the evidence so they exiled him and destroyed his sabers.

Personal Belongings: Biomesh armor, Dual sabers, Ammo belt, rebreather, and a clone engineer issued Flachette Shotgun (no he's not a clone)



Alignment: He's with the Coruscanti Underground Rebellion

Occupation: Ex Jedi he is currently an engineer

Skills: Force sensitive, amphibious, , has basic Force powers (Force push/pull, Force jump, Force lightening), and not a bad shot

Flaws: hates the cold, not good at hand to hand, and not very strong in Force powers, virtually no money

Roleplay Sample:"What do you think your doing here"The bar owner said."What's your problem Bossak"Rai said."My problem is you havn't paid your tab and I'm tired of you threatening and injuring my mercenaries"said Bossak angrily."Your one irratible Trandoshan Bossak I don't think I like your tone"Rai said."Really" said Bossak."Men" he said as he called his mercs over the intercom."I'll finish yous real good" one of the thugs said."I don't think so" Rai said as he started to pull out his sabers "better not" he thought as he whipped out his shotgun and blasted away the first thug."Boom Boom click-click Boom" went the shot gun as he blasted away at the heavily armored mercs dodging shots and throwing up tables for cover as he strafed the mercs and reloaded."this is ridiculous time to end it" Rai said as he looked for witnesses when he found none he dropped his shotgun and pulled his sabers from his belt and activated the twin beam of death, shining silver and bright yellow.
"A-a Jedi we never agreed to this run men"the thug leader said. "To late" Rai said as he cut down the leader and finished of the last remaining mercs as he aproached Bossak "I told you I would pay"Rai said."I-I'm sorry its ok y-you don't have to pay I didn't know you were a...a"Bossak stuttered"A jedi I'm not, not anymore but your too late Bossak too late"Rai said as he crossed his sabers in front of Bossak.

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Gaia Name: Me sladen na Sciol
Character Name:Cullom
Gender:Male
Age:14
Race:Human
Character Description:Body: http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c393/somekid666/anikan.jpg
Face: http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c393/somekid666/aads.jpg

Relations:
Character History:Cullom never had a family. He was moved around a lot by "Temp parents" People would hand him off. Until he turned 10. A Jedi or former Jedi taught him the ways of the force. Cullom never knew if he really was a Jedi. The mad was killed. Never to be seen again. Cullom then became a mechanic. All though underestimated most of the time; Cullom is one of the best. Everybody knows Cullom had a dark past. But the only thing they know is that Cullom has killed many people. He did it for one day. Never got caught. But everybody knows he did it. But not why.
Personal Belongings:Besides his cloths his masters Lightsaber. Its basic green.

Alignment:
Occupation:Mechanic
Skills:Good mechanic. Skilled with a sword/Lightsaber
Flaws:Never shows emotions. But is dead inside.

Roleplay Sample:
Cullom was under an automobile of sort. It was round in shape. But more of an oval. Cullom didn't know what it was. The man wouldn't tell him. The man just said that the Machine keeps smoking up. Cullom was inspecting it when the man who wanted him to fix it kicked Cullom's boot. Cullom slid under the machine and stood up.

"What the hell do you want. First you tell me to fix your Machine; which you wont even tell me what it is! Now your interrupting me?" Cullom said looking him dead in the eye.

The man looked at him surprised that a kid at such a young age would get into someones face who is a lot older then them. The man looked to the side of Cullom's head to see what the machine looked like.

Cullom got Irritated by this. Cullom didn't like to be ignored. Cullom moved his head to the side blocking his view. "Answer me..." Cullom said in a low but evil tone.

"Hey listen here Buddy..." The man put up his finger in Cullom's face. Then The man Was interrupted by Cullom.

Cullom got mad and grabbed his hand bending it backwards untill he was on his knee's. "Listen here. Im not your "buddy!" Cullom said and then let go.

As Cullom began to walk away but the man ran over and hit him in the back with a wrench. Thus for making him fall. The man then turned him over, got on top of him and started to punch him in the face multiple times.

Cullom got mad and put his hand out as if he was grabbing a cup. The mad slowly began to Rise. But the man was holding his neck. Cullom smirked. "Im keeping the money you paid me. That machine of yours should go a mile. find a new mechanic." Cullom said trowing him into his machine.

The man quickly left.

Gaia Name: fencerboy
Character Name: Dreik (pronounced Drike)
Gender: male
Age: 27
Race: Verpine
Character Description: Dreik is an average Verpine, though he is still young, see Dreik
Relations: none
Character History: Dreik has been in the undercity of Corusant for most of his life, and has been working as a tech specialist for a long time. Unfortunately, due to Bankruptcy(sp?), he was let go and has been living off small amounts of credits he wins in Pazaak games for just over a year.
Personal Belongings: 1 verpine shatter gun, 20 repair kits, 1 comlink, 1 rebreather, 1 targeting visor, several half-built astromech droids, 1pazaak side-deck, 1 utility droid(R4-F7)
Alignment: lawful good
Occupation: out-of-work tech specialist
Skills: (using KotOR ideas here) Repair, Computer Use, Demolition, Security, Awareness...
Flaws: tends to bet high when playing pazaak; will do anything for a few credits.

Roleplay Sample:

walking out of his small apartment in the undercity of Corusant, Dreik and his droid, R4-F7, moved slowly towards a small cantina, where Dreik liked to play a game of Pazaak occasionally. Walking in, he noticed no new-comers, and a few other pazaak players. he walked in and drew his Pazaak deck. after a few words with one other friendly pazaak player, Dreik sat down and started playing, he won one, then lost one, then ended up winning five credits. Dreik thanked him and left for his apartment, happy that he would be able to have a good meal for once...

Gaia Name: Muzake Misakae
Character Name: Ridian
Gender:Male
Age: 18
Race: Human
Character Description: (That about sums it up)
Relations: none
Character History: Trained at the jedi academy ran away right after becoming a jedi knight because of the preasure,i'm now a top merc. for hire.
Personal Belongings: Grey lightsaber,Blue lightsaber,Red Lightsaber,basic food and suplies
Alignment: Grey
Occupation: Jedi merc.
Skills: Great Pilot,Expert in force powers,light saber skills,great as a soilder
Flaws: Like juma juice a little to much.

Roleplay Sample:The target finally walked out of the cantina after a long pazzak game.I followed him in the dark of night.I'd been told i had to kill him to insure he wouldn't hurt inocent civilians in raids on Tatooine.He was a Tuskan raider,larger than normal.About 6'5 and pretty muscular.Thats why they hired me to take him down...now one else colud.Right as he was about to go into his apartment I finally anouced my presence.

"Stop right there!Your days as a Tuskan raider are over!"Then I ignited my sabers,one grey,one blue,and charged.He pulled out a blaster in a small atempt to protect himself unknowing that he'd be attacked on a planet like this.He shot twice.I deflected them without ease and cut his arm off.With his free arm he grabed and lifted me by the throat in rage.He cursed me he his wierd langauge.He forgot that i had light sabers in my hands.That shows how smart Tuskan Raiders can be.I caught off his head and went back to theBoss that hired me and reported him dead.