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Gaia Name: Oraballa
Character Name: Angelana Skywalker
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Race: Human
Character Description: Angelana stands about 6ft, ice blue eyes and ruby red lips her skin is the color of whight ivy wood,long lags and normally wheres a long skirt, she carrys a double bladed crimson lightsaber her hair brown and wavy.
Relations:
She is lost from any of her family exsapt her sisster Kathren Skywalker and is looking for her family.

Character History:Angelana was the oldist child of Casadra Skywalker and she and her middle sisster where sapprated from the rest of the family when Angelana was 10 and her sisster was 7, they hang togather while they could. But when the soucound strick of the Empire hit she and Kathren where saparated, Angelana angry and in now lust for power comverted nither to the darkside nor to the Jedi, she mearly stayed in a mingle of both. Then she mate back up with Kathren when she was 17 and her sister was 14, Kathren was now a Jedi and tamed Angelana down abit, but nothing will stop her in her quast to find her family.

Now she wishes to join the Dark Jedi Tempile now that she had ran up on it, maybe she will fit in there.v


Personal Belongings:
Her double lightsaber
Her Stalth X-Wing
and herself


Alignment: Rebellion
Occupation: Sith
Skills: killing stealing and liying
Flaws: She can be to understanding and alittle more pachent then need be, and dose not wish to kill till it is nassasary


Roleplay Sample: ~Angelana would stap up to the jedi and look him square in the eyes, " You find my family or I will kill you." that black clock covered her face and her form, what was going through her mind? No one would know she now stapped into the Stalth X-wing and lifted it off the ground she would fly it off the plant and stay out of sight for a few momments then came flying out of the sky her cannons fireing on the tempile landing after making sure that there was no life signs she would move to the ruins and would mark on it,
This is a warrning her clock had been slipped off and she made her way away to the house a mile away those ice blue eyes gazeing around the town that lightsaber at her side was she there really to do anyone harm no she did not but people where makeing quite a fuse about her walking through the town she finnaly gave them somethign to fouse about. That lightsaber was wipped out of her side pockit and ignited driving it through two jadi infront of her, " Please dont make me kill anyone alse." With that she entered the door of the house disappering inside.~

Where to start... First I would change the last name, because we don't want anyone being the child of skywalker; it just begs to be a person to god-mod xd . Under character description add a little about the way she acts. Is she outgoing, quiet, dark or so on. Also you start as a padawan, which means two things. First you can not start with a lightsaber you get one in the roleplay. For double sided sabers you need to be a Dark Jedi Knight or Jedi Guardian. Also Character History needs to be two paragraphas long, you only have one. Your Alignment vs your job are on two different ends. If you want to be a Jedi then you go with the Jedi order, if you want to be Sith you go with the Dark Jedi Order. This roleplay is about 500 years after Return of the Jedi so X-Wings are a little out of date. Finaly, if you have Microsoft Word, before you post copy the whole thing and place it in word to spellcheck, just to make things a little less confusing. ^_^ Fix those things and I shall look again. ~ Guilyn

FINISHED AND FIXED APPLICATION

Gaia Name: Burningfur
Character Name: Ezekiel Zico
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Race: Human
Character Description: Scott is 5'5" and of average weight. His brown hair (no style) falls over his green eyes. His camouflaged pants, black t-shirt, and trench coat look out of place in the city. Scott looks like a thug, simple and plain. A DC-15A Blaster rifle is swung over his back, while a vibrodagger is hidden behind his right calf. Finally two DC-15s Side Blasters are at his right and left side sitting in holsters awaiting his quick hand.

Relations:
Sister - Diana Zico 11 Deceased
Father - Franklin Zico 56 Deceased
Mother in Law - Sarah Zico 43 Deceased


Character History: Scott came from the dense under city of Coruscant. The city that is not in any of the tourism advertisements. Scott was an only child until his father remarried and Diane was born. Scott didn't have success in school and joined an unsavory crowd. He became what his father didn't want him to be, a hoodlum.

Scott didn't want to live as a reprobate outside of the law anymore, he gave his gang up to the police. Within three hours, the majority of the gangs in the district were arrested, dead, or running in one of the most bloody battles of the street.

That same night, Franklin Woods answered the doorbell and the last sound he heard was the pull of a trigger. Diana and Sarah ran to the nearby Jedi Covenant, as the vengeful gang were about to finish the job, Scott pulled out his father's DC-15A and killed 17 gang members, stabbing one of them in the face.

The sound of sirens filled the air, Scott and Diana took one last look at each other as the crossroads of life would pull them apart. Scott quickly grabbed the other weapons his father had bought as collectibles and fled the scene.

When Scott left the building, a massive explosion erupted where the Jedi Covenant had previously been. The flames lit the streets and pointed out dozens of thugs and hoodlums running to gang safe houses. Scott pulled out the two side blasters and started firing. And 'till this day he hasn't stopped.

Personal Belongings:
DC-15A
2 DC-15S
Vibrodagger
Backpack of Explosives
Aleph-class starfighter

Alignment: Republic
Occupation: Mercenary
Skills: Killing, Luck, and Strategy
Flaws: Often just takes the simplest way instead of the best way, doesn't think before talking, smokes.

(If it's okay with you, I didn't change the rp sample to reflect him being non-force sensitive)
Roleplay Sample: Scott stepped onto the landing pad, he quieted his thoughts and feelings. Coruscant swarmed with Jedi, Scott quietly and quickly disallowed emotions. "Just for tonight, sir?" Scott jerked around and looked at the droid. "Yeah, take care of her." Scott made his way to a city transport.

"Jedi Covenant." The droid nodded and Scott made his way to the back of the bus. He sat down next to a sleeping Twilek dancer, the transport stopped again and Scott didn't like who he saw. Three thugs with nothing better to do at 1 a.m. in the morning but ride around doing things of scrupulous nature. They looked back at Scott. Scott smiled. They looked away. They looked back. Scott swore under his breath. The three hoodlums made their way to the back of the bus.

Scott crashed out the window, rolling to a stop under the city lights. The Transport also stopped, Scott had to focus his energy, it looked like the reunion would have to wait. With a focused mind, Scott leaped and kicked off of the side of a building and grabbed onto the top of the bus. Scott heard the twilek dancer scream, Scott got very angry, very quickly. Crashing through the side windows, Scott whips out his saber and slices through one torso and kicks another out the window. The Gammorean stabs at Scott and misses, Scott pulls out his side blaster and scores a hole through the Gammorean's head. The Twilek grabs Scott's boots and thanks him profusely.

Scott pulls sheaths his weapons, pulls out a deathstick, and puffs away. Thirty seconds later, a Jedi Knight enters the transport. Scott looks at him. The Jedi looks at Scott. Scott jumps.

Sarah and Diana sit in the visitor's section of the Jedi Covenant. A waiter steps to their table. "Do you want anything else to drink?" Sarah and Diana shake their heads, disappointed. "I will refill your drinks and be right back." The waiter walks over to the machine, behind him two dozen Jedi rush through the visitor's section and out the covenant. The waiter brings the drinks back to the table. "They're probably looking for Scott, he's already off the planet by now." Giving a nod, Sarah sighs. "He never was good with the police." The waiter sits at the table and pulls his hood down. Sarah and Diana hug the daylights out of Scott.

Scott got lucky.

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

Scott reached out and turned off the alarm clock. He slowly sat up in bed, thinking. "I did what they would've wanted me to do." Flicking open a lighter and walked towards the mirror, Scott has another long day ahead of him.

Very well done. Only one small problem that you can fix in about 10 seconds. There is no Rebellion, at this time. So you have to be part of the Imperials or the republic, which ever you want to be hired by. Thats the only problem, just one tip; be careful when dueling/fighting other people. Also the A-Wing is alittle out of date because this RP takes place a few hundred years after "Return of the Jedi." Anyway just fix that small problem and your accepted. ~ Guilyn

Accepted ^_^ ~ Guilyn

Gaia Name: Killer C

Character Name: Treonkar Trebeckor

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Race: Human

Character Description: Treonkar (Treo for short) is known as the "skinny kid" because of his day to day struggle for life. He stands at 6'4", and has a pale complexion. He weighs approximately 108 pounds. He has black hair that is now down halfway to his back, and is very scraggly and untamed, he has a large beard as well, making him look years older than he is. Rreo has very unusual eyes. One is blue, like a crystal in the moonlight, and one is red, like blood on a wounded soldiers body. He is very thin and fragile, having nothing to eat but the crumbs and bugs he can find in the harsh desert he is in.

Relations: His whole family died when he was young. No relatives to his name whatsoever.

Character History: He was born on Tatooine, in the harsh desert. There, he has lived for his entire life. His father was killed in a bar, stabbed by a man in a huge bar fight. His mother died when she gave birth to him. He had no brothers or sisters, and one cousin, who died at the age of four by getting in the middle of a gunfight. He has been all alone ever since, going around, searching for food and shelter. He feels enegy inside of him, but does not suspect anything at all about it. He does not know of anything like the Sith, Rebellion, Empire or anything of the sort, only that he must survive to the next day. He is a nice man, but does not talk, because when he tries to, painful memories block his speech. He knows Basic, and a few other languages, but again, he does not speak, unless absolutely needed. He is now on the verge of death, in the middle of a small town.

Personal Belongings: All he has is a pair of ratty pants, and a canteen.

Alignment: neutral (if that is ok)

Occupation: None yet.

Skills: He is an excellent fighter, and is suprised by it as well. He also sometimes does weird things, just by thinking about it, but he forgets about it. He is also very speedy, and is a very good dodger, and he is good at running, jumping and maneuvering his way past bad situations.

Flaws: He is very weak, and must nail an opponent many times if he wishes to win, if he ever fights.

Roleplay Sample: As the mans fist hit again in Treo's stomach, blood leaked out of Treos' mouth. But he did not moan of agony, for this was his life. Getting beaten every day, by being tied to a survey droid pole, was his punishment for being weak and stealing peoples food. The man grinned.

"You wont steal from us again, will you, you stupid brat." he said, then landed another good punch on his face.

A tooth fell out of his mouth, and landed on the ground. A boy was crying from the audience gathered. The truth was, Treo did not steal a thing. He was falsely accused, just so that they could beat him down for fun. He had his eyes closed, trying to think of why this was happening to him. He wanted to retaliate to actually hurt the people who made his life hell. Then, on the other side of his mind, he knew that if he did, it would only make him as good as them. he frowned deeply on the ouside, and ouched up more blood, as the man took a rock from the ground and beat him in the stomach with it. Treo was now trembling, his whole body aching.

"Thats good for today...youve learned your lesson, you mangy mutt." he said, then spit on Treo, and walked away, leaving him there, strapped on the pole, for the third time that week.

After much debate we have decided to let you be accepted. Just so you know yo will have to pick a side before you long before the character can get to far.

Accepted~Guilyn

Gaia Name:Cheeti
Character Name: Iero(pronounced E-arrow)(nickname)
Gender: male
Age: Appears to be 19
Race: Human
Character Description: He has two pistols on his commander skirt. His dc 19 is always carried on him. He has green and white armor with advanced shield and helmet pieces. He carries around energy and health tablets, and brings a med pack everywhere he goes. His lightsaber hangs from his waist, and the vibroblade is on his back. This is a profile of him.

Relations: His best friend is a fellow soldier named Havoc(nickname)or. Havoc recieved this name because he runs to the other side of the battlefield and almost destroys a quarter of the enemy.

Character History: Iero is a lone wolf because he lost most of his squadron on a mission. He now has trouble stepping up to be a leader. He was created to be a super soldier, so they did not double his age when he was born, so he has had more time to learn and develop. Iero has a fair eye with a gun.
Iero Was once a respected commander, but now he spends his days as a mercenary. Iero never knew he had small force powers. Iero has been friends with Havoc for his entire life. Havoc is the only thing that keeps Iero from being destroyed by depression although a good war has always raised Iero's spirits.


Personal Belongings: Iero brings a DC 19, two small pistols, a small basic green lightsaber, and a vibroblade. He also has an A.I.D.(automated intelligence database). This aid is a robot that is the size of a small ball which float around Iero's arm. It floats there because it combines with the armor. Med pack and energy/health tablets. He has a custom made ship called the free fall.(Has cockpit of old jedi starfighter and wings pointed forward that move up and down.) He wears modified Katarn armor because he thinks it gives a boosted speed as well as protection.

Alignment: Republic/Mercenary Corps.
Occupation: Iero is a hired arm, also a commander in the republic
Skills: Tactics and strategy, Rifles, Force sensitive, ability to think on his feet.
Flaws: Lone wolf. Does'nt understand why he should live while his squad died.
Freezes up when a friend is deeply injured as in shot in heart.

Roleplay Sample: Iero and his small squadron are walking through a small ice storm on Rhen Var when suddenly the medic gets shot in the leg. The medic yelps in pain.

Iero curses about how they shouldn't be here. "Why did the republic send us out here. It is a small planet that has no resources other than the snow."

The sniper looks around and gauges the distance from where the shot came from and the speed it was at. He than says "The shot came from a point 40 klics due north."

Another shot is fired and all anyone sees is a beam of red light that hits the medic. The medic then starts to heavily bleed and then must be left behind to avoid the rest of the sqadrons deaths.

The heavy artilery shooter then asks "Should I load a missile and shoot at the direction of fire?"

Iero then says "If you think you can load it fast enough."

The missle launcher is loaded in twenty seconds flat and shot in the direction of fire. Then the whole squad knows that after they hear an explosion they run at it.

The contact is made and Iero's squadron rushes to the scene. As the run up what seems like a mountain, the haevy artily unit is shot and collapsed on the ground. Dead. The two left are still running up the hill dodging blasts.

They hear a large stomping noise and they see a large amount of natives coming right at them. Iero whispers to the sniper "Attack plan 2-7."

Before any attack plan is made the natives shoot the sniper in the head as well as Iero being hit in the knee. Iero then tumbles down the hill thinking of what he has done. he then makes an extremely large explosion of anger that scares off the natives, but Iero then hits the bottom of the hill and gets knocked out.

This Roleplay is set many, many years in the future. At this time there is no clone army....so not sure how this is going to work. Basicly just change it so you are a normal person in the army, which shouldn't take to long. Do that and I'll look again ~ Guilyn

Accepted~Guilyn

Gaia Name: Tamwynne the elven
Character Name: Rowan Catino (Ro)
Gender: Female
Age: 16, almost 17
Race: human
Character Description: She is about 5'6". She has shoulder length light brown hair with blue-green hazel eyes. She has a strong jaw and a small nose. She usually wears a sleaveless shirt with long pants with some boots.She is sorta hard-headed and can be easlily angred. She seems mean, but she is a soft-kind person once you get to know her.

Relations:Her father on Tatooine.
Character History:Both her mother and brother were killed by slave-raiders. She and her father were at work in the city when the raids went on. She and her father worked for ten more years before he let Rowan join the Rebuplic training school.

Durring those ten years, Rowan was trained in enginering, wires, and droids. She got her father's gene for building things. She meet her best friend, Kai, when she was fixing a racer for one of her father's costomers. When Kai was sold, Rowan was completely torn. She had a few monthes where she wouldn't leave work.
Personal Belongings: A braclet with a gear connected to it and googles that keep her hair out of her eyes. She also has a driod back home that she built herself with spare parts.

Alignment: Republic
Occupation: fighter plane flyer and enginer
Skills: She is skilled with technology and stuff like that.
Flaws: She can't swim, she's afraid of water. She she's also a bit on the weird side, like she says random things out of nowhere.

Roleplay Sample:

Rowan's father shook his head. "Are you sure about this, Ro. I mean, the shop will always have a space reserved for you when you get back...." His hands where on his daughter's shoulders. He hugged her.

Ro rolled her eyes. "Yes, Daddy, I'm sure about this. I'm gonna go and fly planes! I need to go, now, okay!!!" The transport to the acadamy was getting nearer, and Ro's bag was lingering by her dad. He stopped hugging her, so she grabbed it. She did the usually two fingered salute as the transport landed. "See yah, Daddy. I love you!" and with that, she boarded the transport.

Her father lingered around to watch the transport lift off. "Oh, Mother," he said as if her was talking to his wife, "If only you could see your Rowan now. She's all grown up and heading off.

Rowan looked all around the transport. She headed of to the codpit to check out all it's navagational fitures and gadets. "Awe, man, if Daddy could see all this!" she said to no one in particular.

"Hey, you're not supposed to be in here!" said a guard. He began to take her out to the sitting area.

Ro begged the man to lett her stay. "Please, sir, just for the trip there! I just want to see how it works!" She got on her knees with her hands folded in front of the guard.

"OH, all right! Just there!" said the guard. He stepped over her and went back to the other people on the transport.

Ro went back to the codpit. Durring the flight, she helped the pitlot with the wires. He asked her once, "Have you flown transports before?"

Ro answered while wiring. She said, "Not transports. I've flown in pod races, though. It's basicly the same thing if you think about it."

We all love randomness 3nodding so this will be fun to read when you roleplay with her. Good app, simple, well thought through and not a jedi beat stick xd . Good job. Accepted ~ Guilyn

Gaia Name: Jin Won
Character Name: Viran Jerev
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Human
Character Description:
Viran Jerev is a young man, a brown eyes and pitch black hair. He weighs only a flat even one hundred and seventy-two pounds and a good six feet tall. He could be considered handsome by some with his hard looks. He clothing isn't really impressive, he usually wears the traditional Jedi garb. But when out on the streets of Coruscant he doesn't wear the clothes for the simple fact that most Jedi are regarded with superstition and aren't really trusted. He wears usually black pants, and a white shirt with a ribbed jacket. And most of the time on his feet he wears black boots. Personality wise he is called by a good friend, "A Jedi who falls into two categories, your best friend or your worst enemy." And he sticks to that little saying well, his overconfident demeanor has done well to give him a fair share of enemies while he rare kindness has given him a pact of very close friends. Most of the time appeals of emotion rarely sway him. The Padawan has a dry -almost cynical- sense of humor, which literally resides on his sarcasm and again his boastful declarations.
Relations:

Adoptive Mother- Jenu Darkin

Adoptive Father- Malum Darkin

Biological Father- Unknown (Most Likely Deceased)

Biological Mother- Gyn Jerev (Deceased)

Biological Aunt- Fiesha Jerev

Character History: His youth was something of a dream to him, considering that fact he was adopted by the Darkin couple while he was an infant he always regarded them as his true family. He was raised on Coruscant, living in the mid-levels of the ecumenopolis going to an over crowded school. He wasn't what you would call the brightest student -but he was close. Thus he took the brunt of constant bullying from fellow students who were predominantly non-human and he was going to a predominantly alien school.

His adoptive family was important to him, and he cared for them a lot. He hung out with his father who was usually a cheerful man -almost too cheerful and his mother who was a hard working cleaner for the rich in the levels above. He always wanted to make them proud, that was his goal. And so he almost -even for the younger part of his life- went without a childhood, dealing with the bullying on his own. Taking the punches and kicks, making himself very reliable on his own but thus losing a lot of something that most kids his aged had. Happiness.

After a few too many routine beat-ups and one too many bloody noses he was withdrawn from the school and his family went searching for his family.

His real family.

They found his mother, she was a death stick addict who when found but quickly vanished into the under growth of the city and then later found out she died from an over dose of the drug -causing much pain in Jerev- seeing his mother who he thought was a rancor of a woman, dependable, strong -much like his adoptive mother- die to some drugs... He never spoke of it. At the burial, it was quick funeral with almost no one there except his parents, himself and a couple folks who swore that they knew her before she became an addict.

They continued to search but they found only one other, his aunt from his mother's side. She was a kind woman who was happy to provide information on Viran's history, even though she didn't know that he even existed. She even gave him a ship, not hers per se but her great, great, great grandfather's. The infamous "Rim Runner". It was old, but it just needed some minor repairs, so Viran accepted it. Not like he had a choice.

It wasn't long after that, at the age of thirteen the Jedi found him and took him away from his foster parents and his aunt. They took him for the simple fact that they found him strong in the Force. No one tried to stop them, they thought that the order would give him a better life than being at their mid-level housing and they also thought he would be something better for the universe. Viran thought he truthfully was doing the right thing but sometimes when he reflects on the choice, he would rather stay back home. Since when he visits it seems like everything got worse after he left not better.

The young Jedi doesn't even have a Master, even if trained in the basics of the force he doesn't have a common grasp about it and other than the training sabers from his youth he has never really felt the hilt of a true lightsaber. And his hopes fell, but caused him to rely more on his own and come back to his old ways like back when he was at school. Trust in him and a few close comrades. Because of this he was usually stuck in the Agricultural Corps of the Order and always away from Coruscant. That was until a year ago when they brought him back from Dantooine.

He still has yet to know why.

Personal Belongings:

The Rim Runner

Personal Datapad

Alignment: Jedi Order
Occupation: Initiate/Padawan
Skills:

Excellent pilot, has clocked one thousand hours in the simulator. And that's about it, he's a excellent pilot in the simulator but in the real thing, he has yet to know.

A Born Fighter, he doesn't like to lose, nor does he give up. "As stubborn as a Reek."

Charisma, a charmer and can easily persuade weak minded people with ease.
Flaws:

Has little skill with a lightsaber, sure he's a fighter but prefers the type when you have to go and fight them with your fists.

The stubborn part does have a negative side, he sometimes is so confident of his ability that he doesn't care for anyone else's opinion or skill.

Peace was something that never really crossed his mind, the boy has much anger and hate that dwell within him. One of the single reasons maybe a Master hasn't chosen him to be their padawan.
Roleplay Sample:

There was a dull silence that loomed over the room, a eerie silence that brought a chill to his spine for the simple fact that he could only hear his own breathing. The inhaling sharply and the slow exhaling and him a low fighting stance. Darkness surrounded him and he tried to listen for her but there was nothing, just his breathing. By the force where is this girl? His head continued to turn to the side trying to catch a sound.

This was a lesson to tap into the force... But it still wasn't helping him. He should've just asked them to stay in the AgriCorps, at least then he didn't have to go through routine beatdowns. The blow came fast, or that's how it felt. The pain lanced through his back and he stumbled forward. He used hand from completely falling to the ground, if his knees touched the match was over.

But that isn't a nessarily bad thing now is it? He had asked that question to himself many times.

He regained his footing and threw a roundhouse kick towards the area where was standing, and he expected to strike nothing but he actually hit something. But instead of his leg continuing going it was stopped and it wouldn't move. "By the force..." He murmured before he felt the leg being pushed into its socket and thus he was forced to stumble backward on one leg. Trying to hold his balance.

Sooner or later he was going to hit a wall or fall. And he didn't want that. Viran did something he usually never did, he used the force to help him stop and give him a tiny boast of energy and he stopped. And with his foot still up in the air he launched forward.

"Oww!" A voice yelled and the grip on his foot was released and he took off his black blindfold. A very over confident look on his face. Below him was a girl just as old as himself grasping her shoulder in pain.

"I think I won tht one."

She scowled her emerald eyes glaring at him. The look fadded into a smile. "Well... You had to beat me sometime. After all thirteen victories to one loss isn't that bad."

Viran held out a hand, she grasped it and helped her up. "C'mon, let's get something to eat. My treat."



Very well done, sorry for taking so long to grade but your app was long and thus throught out that, so I wanted to take my time and give it the respect it deserves. Very well made and a good character to boot. though just to nit pick, because I can your history didn't show much on how or why it makes him act the way he does. However thats not a requirement it's just something I like to see ^_^. You hit the nail on the head, yes you can be in training but you still need to go over the basic skills until you understand them, then you are a padawan. Good Job, welcome.

Accepted~Guilyn

*Glances At Watch* I have time. I'll get on the history part because it was a bit vague.

Accepted~Guilyn

Gaia Name: ElladanKenet
Character Name: Darth Norfair
Gender: Male
Age: 180
Race: Anzat
Character Description: The "Blood Lord" may have once been 'human', but his thirst for vengeance and blood have corrupted him into nothing short of a demon. Where he once had long, black hair, he now has a mask not unlike Darth Nihilus' covering the majority of his face, along with a long black cloak. The cloak itself is red-lined, with a black tunic underneath. He also wears a set of ornate, ancient Sith armor, silver, that comprise of gauntlets, a belt, boots, and a chest piece.

Beneath his armor, Norfair is a male Anzat of near human-appearance. Due to a genetic defect, Norfair, or Nordin as he was originally called, was born without the probucii native to his species, making him otherwise human. His skin is pale, and what hair he has is short and black. His eyes are naturally red.



Relations: Assumed family on Anzat, his apprentice Darth Runa
Character History:

This, according to official sources, is Norfair's bio, whether it proves accurate or otherwise.

Darth Norfair grew up as Nordin, the only child of a pair of succesful Anzati bounty hunters. While much of his childhood is forgotten even by him, Norfair is quite resentful of people in general.

Norfair, while being Anzati by birth, is a mutant. That is, unlike the rest of his kind, Nordin was born pale white, with red eyes, a "human" nose, and without the definitive probucii that his kind used to feed with. Devoid of the signature trait of his species, Nordin spent the first few months of his life in chaos and misery, unable to feed, without his probucci. The doctors at the hospitle where he was birthed attempted to find a solutopn, but realized they failed, when the newborn Nordin went blood-crazy; ravaged from hunger, the infant resorted to cannibalism, and devoured the other newborns in the nursery.

The resulting incident forced Nordin and his parents offworld, banished by the government for what they perceived as "a disfigured, crime against nature." The irony in the matter was that Nordin, by now fed and full off the blood of the other newborn Anzat, was calm and content. Nevertheless, he and is parents were forced into exile, where they became bounty hunters, preying on whomever they were contracted to kill, and whomever they met when they began to hunger for "the soup."

By the time Nordin was learning to speak and talk, it had been resolved that he'd been raised as a human, to simplify his life, and attempt to pacify his savage beginnings. Nordin's father, in particular, was hateful of his son for having the family banished. That Nordin's desire for the soup was never prevalant was fortunate, and until his adolecence, Nordin could very well have been a human.

Nordin's fall came when one day, at about the age of thirty, and just near the end of his youth, the family's ship was beset on by space pirates. In a ruthless battle, Nordin's parents were killed. Maddened by grief and rage, Nordin was driven over the edge; his thirst for the soup was no longer surpressed, and the young Anzat proceeded to slaughter the entire pirate force, killing and devouring them all. This also proved to be the factor that triggered the awakening of his Force abilities.

Thanks to this outstanding display of Dark Side energy, the Dark Jedi soon found him and investigated the ship. All that was reported was a young human, sitting amid a pile of corpses, blood splattered everywhere, and the Dark Side soaking the ship. He was taken to Korriban, where he was inducted as an initiate shortly after. There, he trained diligently, focusing his studies and training all at his anger and loss of his parents. Over the years, his rage boiled, and he became incresingly prodigious, and even violent when compared to other apprentices. Sometime during this period, he donned his clothes, mask, and armor, becoming the Darth Norfair we know today.

For the next few decades, the newly christened Norfair became a frightening addition to the Dark Jedi forces. Heralded as one of the most powerful Dark Siders since Darth Krayt, Norfair carried a reputation for ruthlessness. Apparantly psychotic and insane, Norfair was adept at terrifying any who met him, including his fellow Dark Jedi. This state of mind, combined with the factors that led to him killing the space pirates, gave him a taste for sentient blood, especially near0human and mammalian species. Norfair's identity as an Anzati was never discovered, as blood tests could not confirm his species, nor was his bloodlust attributed to anything other than being a psychotic.

Norfair gradually made his way through the ranks, carving a bloody swath through the Temple. Norfair was known for even striking down fellow pupils, whom he deemed in his way, or too weak, and occasionally ate them. His powers only seemed to increase with age, and before long, even the Masters were frightened of this wraith. He was made a Dark Jedi Master by the time of the Battle of Kalist VI, and at the age of 180, was a senior member of the Dark Jedi.

During his time as a Dark Jedi, Norfair learned to hate the society that had created him: he spurned the people of the galaxy, who turned him away for his so-called deformity, and brought him on the path that led him to becoming Norfair. While accepting of who he is in a sadistic sense, Norfair has determined to 'even the score' with the people of the galaxy, by destroying those who defend the people who created him: the Republic, and the Jedi.

Tired of following in the shadows of the supposed Dark Jedi Masters that had found and trained him, Norfair came to the realization that he was the stronger of them all. Seeking to weed out the weak of his order, he sought to rebuild the Dark Jedi into a new, more terrible order: the Dark Order. While most of the Force Users died in the Battle of Kalist VI at the hands of The Gray Jedi, Norfair spared a few key students, to form the foundation of his new order. He has then dedicated his resources and efforts to ousting the Gray Jedi, and eliminating both the Republic and Jedi as threats.

Most recently, Norfair has sought to recruit a true apprentice, someone to fight at his right hand against the Jedi infidels. His prime candidate his Saveria, a young, human Dark Jedi from Coruscant.

However, with her death in the aftermath of the Battle of Yaga Minor, Norfair has turned to his Hand to be his new apprentice: Darth Runa.

Personal Belongings:
The ship Norfair inherited was scrap by the time the Sith found him. The only possesions he has left of that time was a vibrokinfe and blaster rifle, neither of which is much use to him now. The viborknife is his favorite weapon for disemboweling his prey.

His primary weapon is a dual-hilt, dual phase red lightsaber. He also carries a secondary single-blade, red.

He also has a list of other equipment, most of which are Sith Alchemy weapons:

- Sith Alchemy Claw Gauntlets
- Sith Alchemy Daggers
- Sith Alchemy Sword
- Sith Alchemy Retractable Arm Blades

Created using ancient Sith Alchemy techniques, these duranium weapons are bound with raw Dark Side energy, evil by their very nature, and every bit as lustful as he is. The Gauntlets alone have the crushing talons of greater strength than a wookiee, and all of his blades are sharp enough to dice stormtroopers up. His only limitation is the strength he can wield them with, which for an Anzati Sith Lord, is quite considerable.

A word to the wise: If you prefer not to be gutted like an annoying gungan, then don't get rid of his lightsaber.

Alignment: Sith
Occupation: Dark Lord of the Sith
Skills:
Norfair is a new Sith Lord. Still getting used to the power and influence he now wields, it is not uncommon for Norfair's methods to come as questionable to even his students. What might be intended as a subtle machination has often been viewed as ignorance and weakness.

Like all Dark Jedi, Norfair was taught rudimentary bits of the Sith language, such as names, and a few phrases. He also knows Basic, Huttese, and as yet unrevealed, Anzat.

Lord Norfair is a practioner Djem So, along with a bit of Juyo. The result is a very violent combast-style, that often ends up with his opponents in pieces. His blood rages, frequent as they seem to be, have been known to sustain him for hours on end with no reprieve.

Norfair, aside from being a grueling duelist, is also proficient in many arts of the Dark Side. Potential wise, he was never officially tested, but he is at least as strong as any Jedi or Dark Jedi Master. His powers are widely arranging and varied, and include Force Lightening, Force Crush, Hallucination, Force Speed, Force Jump, Force Strength, and even Dominate Mind. In fact, his charisma is so high (thanks to being Anzati), that when coupled by his savage nature, it's not that hard for him at all to even get his enemies to do as he pleases with a mere flick of his fingers. Weak minded people, beware.

Because of his Anzati nature, Norfair must regularly feed on the blood and bodily fluids of other sentient life. Occasionally, he will even devour whole corpses, leaving only bones and clothes. He's been known to actually 'bottle' the blood of multiple victims, for further use. A recent raid on the Republic capital ship ended with the death of the entire crew, and after emptying the wine bottles in the ship's pantry, Norfair had enough bottles and bodies to sustain himself for perhaps years. He claims a single 'bottle', they equivilant of about 1/5 of the blood of a human or near-human, can sustain him for up at least three days, with no signs of hunger. Being an Anzati, however, it is quite possible he can survive for weeks or even months without a meal, though this is sure only to drive him into a psychotic, vampiric hunger, as is common with his species.

Unknown to his disciples, or the Dark Jedi who trained him previously, being an Anzati has a key benefit: while drinking the body fluids and brain matter of sentients may come across as disgusting to some, it is a known source of midichlorians. Like Anzati such as Volfe Karkko, dining on Force sensitives, which Norfair so often did during his decades on Korriban, increased the Force potential of the Anzati. Potentially, in the right circumstances, Norfair could become the most powerful Sith ever.


Flaws: Norfair is cruel, heartless, and devoid of love. He's a psychotic sociopath with a love for blood, and isn't beneath trickery to ccomplish this. The only compassion he has shown is to his apprentice, Runa.

Also, there's the case where drinking someone's blood might get him sick one day. Shame for everyone else that that has yet to happen.

Roleplay Sample: Elladan looked at the parts laid before him on the workbench, in his chambers. His room was modest, with a soft, linen bed, a wardrobe for his robes and clothes, a bathroom and fresher, a window viewing the Temple courtyards, and his workbench.

Laid out before him were the parts he'd need to construct his new lightstaff: his silver crystal, his amplifier crystal, a focusing lens, a shaft, a fusion battery generator, and the wiring. When properly assembled, he'd have his weapon.

First, Elladan took the shaft, and released the magnetic lock in the middle. He slid in the battery and focusing lens, then wired it all in, taking about ten minutes. When this was done, he fitted in the silver crystal, followed by his amplifier crystal. When it was secure, he closed the latch, and it magnetically shut tight, sealing his lightsaber firmly into one device.

Picking up the wepon, he stood up, and held it horizontally before him. He activated the left switch, followed by the right switched, and watched his staff hum to life.

Gaia Name: Jenide

Character Name: Raine McLeod

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Race: Human, born on Corellia

Character Description:
Raine has dark brown hair that goes to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her brown eyes are unwavering, though with a hint of sadness behind them. Her small, five foot four inch body is petite but possessing strength. Outside of her uniforms, she prefers to wear green, lightweight clothes. Her demeanor is typically good natured, but she quickly becomes destructive when angry.

Relations:
Her sister, Jessica, is a part of the Republic's Logistics Department, making sure to bring supplies to its citizens and soldiers. Her parents had retired from their work and settled down on a planet in the mid Rim. Her closest cousin, Jenos, was killed during a fight while he was protecting her.

Character History:
Raine was born on the island city Argos, where she grew up under the bright sun, enjoying the sea. Her father ran a small shipping business that was rather successful during some of the chaotic years. Jessica had helped out, so Raine was often alone except for her cousin, Jenos.

During Raine's teenage years, her cousin and her would go and do rather reckless things together. They would often 'borrow' one of her father's ships and take it for a joyride through the city and sea. While she learned how to pilot various ships, and how to hack into computers, she became rather rebellious and ill tempered.

After a night of bar hopping, she was approached by two men that were drunk and horny. Jenos fought them off, as Raine was too wasted to be of much help. The fight ended with Jenos and one of the men dead, with the last one passing out from too much damage and liquor. Raine somehow managed to get home, and the effects of it sunk in the next day when she became sober. Feeling guilty that she was too drunk to help, she blamed his death on herself and swore off drinking.

To get away from it, she decided to follow her sister, who had joined the Republic a year earlier. She was accepted into the logistics department as well, until she asked for a transfer to the Navy. The transfer was accepted, and she begun her training to become an officer.

Personal Belongings: A comlink, some holos of her family and home, a framed holo she carries of her cousin.

Alignment: Republic

Occupation: Republic Naval Officer

Skills: Raine is skilled in piloting various ships, from some freighters to small capital class ships. She knows how to be behaved with others and treat those under her with respect. She also has learned quite a number of hacking procedures, though she has gotten rusty.

Flaws: She refuses to drink alcohol after the incident when she was wasted. She can lose her cool when there's an excessive amount of pressure on her. When angry, she tends to break things around her, but at least she doesn't resort to killing beings.

Roleplay Sample:
Raine looks out the viewport of the small Corellian Gunship, watching the lights of hyperspace fly past her and the ship. The countdown goes down to zero, and the pilot pulls down the hyperdrive motivator. The stars begin to take their places in the sea of space around the ship. She looks at the navigator, who checks the coordinates.
"We've exited hyperspace in the right spot."

Raine nods and looks at the screens showing the space around her, as other ships exit hyperspace around her tiny ship. Cruisers, Destroyers, Escort Carriers, and other support ships take their places, with Raine's ship in the front.

"Communication from the Durandal." Raine nods, and a screen comes on to show the face of the human commander.
"Excellent work, Captain. You got us exactly where we wanted." Raine smiles.
"Thank you, Commander. Shall we let the Hermes lead the next jump?" The Commander nods.
"Yes. You've done well."

Though I could nit pick this app to death you did put some thought into it. Thats more then many people do, and clearly the character is well defined. Good job.

Accepted~Guilyn