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Gaia Name: Yessica_Rabbit!
Character Name: Erollisi Mare (Darth Wraithus)
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Race: Miraluka
Character Description: She is the embodiment of what she represents. Of all that she has seen and has been shown. Her body is wracked with torture from the force and is present on her physical and mental being. Her flesh shows signs of the darkside as it greys and rots over her once beautiful self. Her eyes masked and blinded by a dark leather band that she herself stapled in so that she would never have to physically see "it." Her lips are as black as the galaxy that she percieves it to be. Her long black hair has become nothing more than a phantom of smoke that extends all the way down to the floor beneath her. Her entire supple body is encased in tight leather meant for her torture. She wears a thick black choker with straps connecting to the band around her eyes up the sides of her face with a silver ring medallion placed below the choker. The dark chained leather she wears on her torso has melded and bind around her, revealing her abdomen and hints of revelations of her breasts and cleavage. She wears dark gloves on each arm that extends from the base of the middle finger all the way half-up her bicepts. The lower regions are encased again in tight black chained leather revealing small portions of her legs and thighs. Her dark spike-heeled (literally) boots were made into the leggings.

Home Planet: SC-9917 (space colony)
Starting Planet: Katarr
Relations: none
Character History: Years ago when Erollisi was just a teen, a fateful day occured that changed her to what she has become this day. Back then she was so innocent and kind compared to the more vengeful and self-inflicted destroyer she becomes. Back on the colony where her people had established with help from the Republic something horrible had happened that shall best be described in the following passage:

Life had been going about as it usually had with no signs of interruptions or interjections. It was peaceful. It was calm. It was home. That was the case until one day an unknown disease broke out in the southern quadrant of the colony. No one knew how this could have occured or where could this have came from. But no one cared. Instead, the entire south quadrant was placed into quarantine by closing its gates off to the rest of the colony so that the infected may be left to die and in hopes of letting the virus die. Erollisi was one of those unfortunate enough to live in the southern quadrant. The rest of the colony squandered about their lives normally though would flinch everytime they would hear the scratching and pleaing emanating from beyond the walls.

Erollisi was soon infected with this disease after it had consumed her parents. In her last moments she suffered extentively as she crawled the grounds cursing her people for doing such an atrocity. No one was spared from this disease. Not children, not the elderly, not anybody. Why would they be left here to rot and die while the rest do nothing to help? Why? those thoughts raced through her head as her eyes closed themselves to the galaxy and to all life. She then woke up sharply later and retracted to her feet. What had happened to her? She looked around to find herself no longer on a colony but a living breathing world. A living breathing world whose life she could feel being drained of. People were running about her, screaming in agony as their lives were torn from them by a presence known far and wide. All these people resembled her and her colony. Were they Miraluka? Yes they were. Erollisi could feel the sameness that ran between them and her colony. And the planet. It was Katarr. The planet that was killed by a creature who hungered for power and left a few of its people fighting for survival in the galaxy. Or so the stories told of. What she saw next though was something no one was meant to gaze upon through physical means. She saw the creature that was killing Katarr but it was not the dark figure wearing the mask that was spoken of. No, it was something more impacting something that Erollisi knew even though having never seen it. It was the being that allowed people to communicate with others and be in-tune with all around. It was the power that could give life and easily take it away without remorse. It was the Force. When Erollisi gazed upon the Force with her own eyes, the world around her disappeared, leaving her alone with the Force. Why was she being shown this as she was about to die? The creature then spoke to her in a matter that could only be felt and not heard. Its voice vibrated within her body, telling her it has been responsible for the death of her people. She could not believe this. Why would an entity that her people had trusted for so long betray them like so? It gave no reason for its actions. All it did answer was to make her "see."

She woke up suddenly from her slumber after that event. She clutched herself in hopes that everything that had occured was just a horrible nightmare. Then an image of the Force appeared once again and caused her eyesight to be lost. But she could "see." It was the Force that guided her movements and made her more sensitive to everything around her. She felt herself lose physical interaction and become more ghostly. She had become a phantom of the Force. It had awaken her in the same manner as it would a Jedi but with much difference. She had felt a powerful hatred unlike anything ever coming from within her. She hated this feeling and wanted no more than to be rid of it. Her people. All the ones who had died here in the southern quadrant. They should have been avenged for the "response" everyone else gave. And that they were for Erollisi used her newly awakened abilities to phase through the walls and assasinate everyone in the colony just like the disease did. No one was spared. Not the children, not the elderly, not anybody. In the end, Erollisi sat there at the centre of the dead colony contemplating what she had just done. None of it made her feel better because everyone she knew cared about were still dead. But she did garner some satisfaction in having slain everyone responsible for their deaths. Perhaps this was why she was meant to "see." She could sense the deaths she has caused ripple through the Force and cause it pain. Pain like it had just caused her. That was it. She would take her revenge on the Force by killing it. She would kill it by slaughtering those who are close to it whether they are Light or Dark.

((I'm not trying to make her the villain or anything like that. Just giving her her background))

Alignment: The Darkside
Occupation: Dark Jedi
Skills: Force Sensitivity and Lightsaber skills

Weapons: Two lightsabers, one red and one blue
Ship: Whatever she can find and comandeer
Personal Belongings: She has ridden herself of all such attachments

Roleplay Sample Her feet touched the home planet of her people for the first. How vacant the feeling was. Void of life and conscience, her home was truly a world dead to galaxy around it. The Force could not be sensed here as opposed to more thriving, more lucrative worlds like Alderaan or Coruscant. It was as empty and cold as the phantom woman who walks its echoed surface. Here was the Netherworld she searched for.

"As I walk upon Katarr's souless ground, I can feel the pain and suffering that my people had to endure because of something so insecure of its power. I can feel the deathly echoes of the men, women, and children who had onced screamed out for salvation as they were engulfed by the ensuing chaos."

Erollisi fell to her hands and knees as she felt the echoes of Katarr's screams tore into her astral self. How brutal the Force was in the annhilation of her people. It should not be allowed to survive into the future where it could continue to wipe out so many and cause wounds to the galaxy that will bring about its end.

"Huh? What is this that I sense? Five souls have wandered here bearing a vessel that will carry me from this cemetary and onto the next."

The distressful transmissions coming from the broken down ship that she used to travel to her dead home were recieved by these explorers who thought they might give a "helping" hand to the castaways and possibly loot the world of its secrets. How predictable the ones unconcious of the Force are. They would willingly travel to their end in hopes of relinquishing their greed. Erollisi set out to welcome them into Katarr's graveyard.

The explorers had landed their vessel onto Katarr's lifeless surface and ventured forth into the dense jungle that layed before them. A thick smoke greeted them, blinding them with only their greed to guide the way. A silent scream emanated from the rear as one of the crew was consumed by the fog. Then another soon fell prey but this one was able to alert the others before succumbing to blissful death. The captain ordered the two to attack the silhouette that belonged to no one he knew. The shadow ignited two beams of light from its hands: one red and one blue. The blaster bolts that were fired ricocheted from the light beams and soon the ones who fired those bolts were torn and decimated by those beams. The captain dropped his rifle in fear of what had just occured. He stood there shaking before the creature that had so easily dispatched of his crew. The fog suddenly receeded into the creature to show a woman wearing very revealing leather. The smoke wrapped around to form her hair that extended around her ankles. She looked at him through the band around her eyes and saw the man's form.

"Are you frightened traveler? Don't be. For it will all..soon be...over."

The man screamed out as the smoke around woman's curvaceous body enveloped him and sucked him into her being. She could feel him die inside herself, his life fleeing, his subtle connection breaking, and, then, gone.

"Such pitiful knowledge he possessed but is enough for me to travel towards my next destination."

Utilizing what she had absorbed from the captain Erollisi took back to his vessel, shutting its hatches, and igniting its engines. She had plotted a course back into the Outer Rim to regroup her thoughts and possibly find her next destination. Wherever that may be.

And accepted. ~SK

Gaia Name: Cavyjack
Character Name: Tzu Lun Quan Zheng Lo (Tzu for short)
Gender: male
Age: 23
Race: Gungan
Character Description: Eye stalks, dark blue eyes, top the light green body. Long ears hang, the left one to the side and the right one to the back. An elongated mouth has a kind smile but with an underlying smirk. Left arm has a mean scar that runs from the shoulder down to the middle of the hand. Left leg has a slight limp. He wears durable, utilitarian clothing that aligns it self with being fashionable without the price. Slightly heavy, not flabby, built, muscular, sturdy. He is bit short for most Gungan males and a bit heavier.

Home Planet: Naboo
Starting Planet: Zhar
Relations: Lover
Character History
Until five years old memories are far and fleeting as most people go. But from five on he called Zhar home. Being taken in by a human couple, one a doctor and the other a socialite, Tzu grew up ok but he was disturbed by the fact that they perished when he was around seven. Now this may seem a bit tragic, dear reader but not to him for he was taken by on that was strong in the force.

At first the training went well, the light powers being cultivated and the rhetoric of the Jedi taught, that was until death followed. At nine, Tzu, returning to the hidden cave where he slept after hunting, he found that his teacher was gone. The signs of a large object being drug heading into the opposite direction from where he came. Heading into the direction of the tracks he found the teacher dead with another standing nearby, watching the scene. Tzu looked at both in turn. The living man smiled and said that he was his new teacher.

This time Tzu was being taught the dark powers. Once again the rhetoric of the Sith was pounded into his mind. Balancing the light and dark in training the young one became more independent the older he became. At 19 he killed his master, not in anger but because the man would have lived the rest of his life as a vegetable, or so the apprentice felt.

A couple of years later Tzu got into a fight in a bar, the fight was not started by him, he lost defending the one who was in the right. Almost dead but still slightly coherent, wakes up, finding he was back in his bed being tended by a young human. Medical care being expensive, so his battle scars remains. The human stays with him. Another few years remain, Tzu gathering both good and bad karma, but always in defense of those in the right.

Alignment: Neutral (chaotic observant)
Occupation Wilderness guide, force user
Skills: Expert at wilderness survival, Force Sensitive

Weapons: cesta (Gungan weapon), machete, blaster (for emergencies)
Ship none
Personal Belongings: both his masters lightsabers (he took the focus crystals out of them)

Roleplay Sample
Believing that the next few moments were going to be the best that have happened in a few generations, Gus looks around him. A few of the family had gathered, the rest was either on their way or dead from the ongoing war, raging outside the massive door.

It seems as though hours, even days have passed. The dark cringing from the fluorescent fungi and worms dotting the rough walls, emotions rising, voices creating a vocal waterfall from the echoes. Gus trembling, waiting for the leader to speak. Finally, the Old One hobbles to the sacred rock, the one barely notice until the crowd moved.

My dear family, be calm, please quiet down.

It takes a few seconds for all voices to settle.

The high one will be with us, for it has been written long ago. We will make it.

Silence. Fear and hope cross the faces of the assembled.

The Old One gets down from off the rock and disappears into the crowd.

The next few minutes it seemed as hell broke loose to those watching the closed cavern. Outside the darkness blanketed the sun, the rivers had slowed, thickened . No birds, no wind in the trees, only the breathing of the converging armies. The large boulder springs open, a flood of the inhabitants gush forth. Some begin to fight off the invaders. The others begin the build an alter. Hours pass only Gus is left building and a handful of soldiers are left. He puts the last stone on the alter. Fumbles with lighting the sacrifice.

As he falls from a lethal strike Gus gives out a resounding squeak. The alter blooms into flame. The intruders stop what they are doing, look around the scene before them tears at their hearts. Massive casualties spread in miles around. Dead birds of all kinds, hares, mice, voles dead in piles. The squirrels the army closest to the alter begin the chitter in agony. The holy ones the guinea pigs, lay dead, the soldiers almost decimated, all are wounded. Those who are left lend a hand to bury the brave, but tainted brethren. Gus lays dead at the base of the alter, hand toward the heavens, the alter shedding its healing light upon him, promising the reward he will be given in the afterlife.


-nodded- Very good. Someone who get into a fight for protecting someone? There is two neutral factors here. The Covenant who believe in strength through the determination to defend their love or believe, or the Unbounded Force Users who believe in freedom and own choices in almost everything they want or choose. This application is accepted, and try to think which factor you want to join. ~Sk

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Gaia Name: S.E.I.F.E.R
Character Name: Raith Vorak
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Human
Character Description: A built youth with black hair parted down the middle and stretched down to his ears. His complexion a dark tone to his fair skin. His eyes a piercing brown that could instate fear into others. He wears the garb that the other peasants wear only his tunic is red and leggings are black to go with his grey boots. Though not biologically apart of him, a vibroblade is always at his hip. He never did like blasters for some reason. He feels that the true advantage is gained from close combat rather than a cowardly assault from afar.

Home Planet: Nar Shadda (not really a planet but hey its home)
Starting Planet: Korriban
Relations: His best friend: Ayus Mana
Character History: Raith Vorak has lived alone as a no-good streetpunk of the moon that orbits Nal Hutta all throughout his life. The only recollection of his parents that he has was them being gunned down before his childish eyes as they desperately tried to escape their indentured servitude to the Hutt of Nar Shadda. His six year old innocence was then left behind, shot in the arm, abandoned by the thugs, and left to be taken by the cesspool of the crime-ridden metropolis. Just as the streets opened up and prepared to swallow him into eternal darkness, a helping hand came in the form of Ayus Mana.

Ayus, a child barely a year older than Raith and who was born into the streets of Nar Shadda, approached him and offered him a piece of food he found rummaging through the dumpster. Raith without giving a second thought snatched the morsel and snarfed down without hesitation eventhough his arm pained him. Noticing the blaster wound in his arm, Ayus wrapped the bandanna her wore on his head around the left arm of the wounded child. He felt a comfort being around this outcast, something like a brother who can watch out for him while he lived out his life on the damned moon. Since then the two have been inseperable.

Growing up on Nar Shadda was not an easy task even for being a pair. The two have seen a lot of violence and muscling over the years until they learned to adopt it as their way of life. They evolved through the years from using their fists to take a few measly credits from kids their age to utilizing weapons such as vibroblades to steal possesions from adults. One day, they tried to mug an ex-soldier from a recent war waged against the Republic but that ended in failure. The ex-soldier had experience and training at his disposal which he used to easily render Raith and Ayus unconcious.

When the two revived afterward, the soldier had felt remorse for what he had done to the kids as well as for why they were doing what they had done. The duo told him that they were trying to become strong enough so that they could bring down the Hutt of Nar Shadda. The pity this old soldier felt for them was so great that he took them under his tutelage and taught them how to use their weapons more efficiently. Raith learned a great deal about physical fitness and combat from this man as well as knowledge about demolitions. In the end, after having endowed them with his years of knowledge, experience, and training, he departed from the living world to leave them with what they had from the beginning: eachother.

The two went back to their days of muscling people for credits and valuables. Sometimes they would act as mercanaries for the local gangsters when they found their muggings less rewarding. Eventually their acts garnered the attention of the Hutt who wanted an audience with them. As close as they were now, Raith simply could not attempt an assasination for fear of what may happen to his "brother." Instead, he accepted the opportunity to be the Hutt's bodyguard.

Alignment: Neutral leaning towards the Darkside
Occupation: One of the two worst punks
Skills: Dueling, Force Sensitivity, and Demolitions

Weapons: Vibroblade and a primatively made Renewable Energy Shield
Ship: none
Personal Belongings: The band he wears around his left arm given to him by Ayus. The vibroblade he recieved from his "master."

Roleplay Sample: It was the same thing but different day for Raith and his partner-in-crime. They were either escorting the fat slug around for him to conduct business or out and about muscling other gangsters on his behalf. They had become the Hutt's elite enforcers in the sense they were called upon only for matters of greatest priority. Considering the reputation they had built to back up these claims of astounding physical brutality, very few times were there dangers that required their services. Nar Shadda eventually learned not to deal with their likes when dealing with Hutt. And because of this, the ambitious Raith Vorak grew bored and antsy of the constant lack of activity. Sure he had Ayus to spar with on occasion but that eventually grew old and tiresome. He could always just sit down with him and learn mechanics of machinery. And Cannoks will just sprout wings and fly out into the nebula while he's at it. But then one day changed that.

Raith was in the home he and Ayus made in their teacher's former dwelling. He sat their going through many strategies of melee and tactical points of warfare. Who would of thought that a puny little boy who was constant would turnout to be so literate in the ways of combat as well as so giftedly inclined in battle? Suddenly, a wave just hit him and knocked him out onto the floor of their lair. Disturbing thoughts came rushing into his head. Images, feelings, people. They were all flashing in his mind. Who are these people? Why did he feel so strongly for them as though he did knew them? What planet and infrastructure was he seeing? He then saw the boy for whom all this belonged to. He looked something similar to Raith though not as muscular or well-postured. Raith could feel everything this boy was going through as though he was him. He could feel the emotions that kid was going through. He could feel the physical pain the kid endured and the distraught from the other creatures. It was horrible. He felt as though his head was about to explode or felt like taking his own life to put an end to this "connection" he could feel with this other boy. By the end of this, Raith's mentality had passed out leaving him unconcious on the ground. In his sub-conscience, he could hear a strange genderless voice speaking to him.

"Ahhh so you have heard it? Felt it? You have survived an experience very few like you have gone through. Something that has lied dormant within you for so long has now awakened and is ready to take whole. Have you ever wondered why you felt so ambitious to undertake such dangers only to increase your strength? It is a sign of the Force that beckons you to its will. It wants you Raith Vorak. It has such high expectations of you that just begs for you to not let it down. It believes that your potential can be of great asset that can create a difference that will echo throughout the galaxy for centuries to come and that is why you have been striving so hard to become something more. But now that you have proven its assumptions to be true by surviving its task, you are ready to move on to the next plane where your true potential can finally be unlocked. Or, you can stay on the smuggler's moon and live out the rest of your life as a servant to those weaker than you with your ambitions retarded and your companion off to accomplish a higher purpose. The decision is ultimately yours: stay where you are or follow the signs to a planet known as Korriban where you will meet your true destiny...."

"Hey Raith. Wake up." A familiar voice called out to him as Ayus shook to wake him up. "You were out cold. Been working too hard?" Ayus joked knowing well enough they had not had a job in days. "Perhaps you need to lay off the spice for a while."What had just happened? Raith thought as he scratched his head perplexingly. What really did happen? Why did he suddenly start seeing such horrid visions and feel such excrutiating pain? Where did that voice come from? And why did it say to go to Korriban? Destiny? Higher purpose? Oh this was all too much. Maybe he should lay off the spice. But it felt so real to him. What's to do now? What should he really do? ((look to Ayus' profile for the rest.))

Wow. Big application. Had to take sometime to read ~.~ But accepted! 3nodding ~SK

Gaia Name: Jimmymacr
Character Name: (Darth) Linkus
Gender: Male
Age: Extensive exposure to the Dark Side of the force aged him well before his time, and kept him the same throughout the rest of his life, so his age remains a mystery.
Race: Human
Character Description: Linkus is a being of corruption, having deserted the Jedi order many years ago. He is now only a shadow of the man he used to be, having spent many years in the Unknown Regions in his battered craft, The Inferior. His cold eyes give nothing of his true emotions away, showing only a mixture of anguish and hatred at all times. His teeth are yellowed and his skin is pale, giving a contrasting effect to his facial features. His hair is as black as the space he spent so much time in, and it stretches down his back to just under his shoulder blades. He has a small amount of facial hair, which is always kept the same, needing no shaving because his skin is hard and dry, leaving it no gaps to grow through. When he meditates and trains, he uses feather-weighted, black robes for maximum manoeuvrability. However, when he fights he uses heavy, cumbersome black armour, which strikes fear into the very heart of his enemy. Because of his extensive training with heavy loads, he is able to move as if he were unclothed, and he can withstand heavy damage with the armour, although more than two blaster shots in exactly the same spot is likely to pierce his flesh.

Home Planet: Dantooine
Starting Planet: Korriban
Relations: None, presumed all deceased
Character History: Link Narthus was born the illegitimate son of a Sith Assassin and an unknown male. When his mother was slain by a Jedi, one Jaina Amun'Ra, she took him in and raised him to be a headstrong child. He was told that his mother had been a Jedi too, and had died after giving birth to him, killed while she was at her weakest by an unnamed Sith. This helped generate a strong hatred of the Sith during his early life, something the Jedi found desireable in a new intake. It was always clear he was force-sensitive, from the way strange things used to happen around him, like his cup moving from one end of a table to another while his master's back was turned. When he was Eleven, he began his training.

He was always a brilliant scholar, reading up on things for long periods of time in the Jedi Archives in case he was tested on them. It was almost as if he was paranoid that he might be caught off guard, or that he might fail his master. Because of this, his force powers were always above that of his fellow Jedi, but also made them jealous of him and led to his lonely early life as a Padawan. He always practiced his technique for hours on end in his quarters, and used to spar with his master on a regular basis, building up the strength in each individual force power and fighting technique he learned. His master always remarked that he was a 'natural Jedi', and that his neutrality in matters made him unlikely to do anything on an impulse, unless all the possibilities, pros and cons, and consequences had been analysed properly. He graduated and became a Jedi Knight, wielding his blue lightsaber with pride.

It was his keen scholarship that led to his eventual downfall, as one evening he was looking through an old section of the archives, and found a holocron by chance. It stated that a young Sith apprentice had been killed by his master, and found in possession of a young child. He was intrigued by this story, and looked further into it. He soon found that there was a block on further information regarding this topic, but he used his Jedi Knight status to unlock the information. He found a horrible secret that day. The child's birthday matched his own, and when he got to the name of the child, it filled him with rage. An image of himself as a baby stared back at him, with the name 'Link Narthus' above it. His name.

In anger, he stole the holocron, and the extra information, from the archives, and proceeded to his master's quarters, where he found her training on her own. She welcomed him in, and sensed that there was something wrong too late. Linkus powered up his saber in the middle of her temple, and left her on the floor, dead, along with his lightsaber. He ran to his craft and left known space, where he spent a long time meditating and listening to the holocron again and again. Finally, years later, he returned to known space, and landed on Korriban, with the sole intention of enlisting the help of the Sith with his quest - to eradicate the Jedi Order.

Alignment: Evil
Occupation Dark Jedi Intiate
Skills: Force Sensitivity, ability to pilot a ship (barely), knowledge.

Weapons: Intent [later a lightsaber]
Ship: The Inferior, a ship about the same size as the Ebon Hawk, manned by computer processes, an old droid, and himself.
Personal Belongings: A holocron relating to his family

Roleplay Sample
Linkus stared out to the barren landscape of Il'Thor. He had made his decision, and now he must follow it to his destination. He picked up the holocron his life had been consumed by for so long, and packed it away in his inside robe pocket. He took one last gaze at the Unknown Regions, his home for more than a decade now. He laughed at what the Jedi had not discovered, and the amount of knowledge he had gained compared with his past self and his master. He walked up the ramp, which closed automatically behind him, and arrived in the cockpit twenty seconds later. He sat down in the pilot's chair and set the co-ordinates for the planet he had been debating about visiting for a year, with a smirk of satisfaction on his face. He was going to Korriban.

The stars whipped by as he journeyed through hyper-space. He had not ventured too far into the unknown regions, for fear that his navigating system would lose its current position, and never allow him to return to the galaxy to get his revenge on the Jedi. He spent much of the time meditating, letting the force flow through him, practicing lightsaber moves in his head, and dwelling on his past. He had lost regard of time a while ago, but soon realised he had been gone for well over fifteen years. How much would have changed in that period of time? It didn't matter, he assured himself, as he would be training. Knowledge of current affairs did not affect prowess.

When he started physical training again, clothed in the battle armour he himself had forged, long ago, halfway through his sojourn from the Unknown Regions. He was amused at what he would probably look like compared to all the other beings on Korriban. Probably as if he had just stepped out of a time-warp, which he may as well have done, as his craft and droid were by no means up to date; they had not been so when he acquired them, but now, with all the dust they had both accumilated.

He felt an odd sensation, and knew he had touched down on Korriban. He somewhat eagerly picked up his robes and put them on, and put everything else safe in storage. He stepped out onto the desert landscape and laughed, with a cold edge suggesting it was not laughter of happiness, rather a laugh of excitement, at his ever-closer revenge on those he despised. He walked out and locked the ramp in place, before proceeding across the path to the other side, and began his walk to the Sith Academy.

No, you don't have supreme force skills and you start off as an initiate like everyone else. Other than that, accetped. ~SK

Edited. Was only going to start as an initiate. And I misunderstood the rule about powers. All changed

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Gaia Name: S.E.I.F.E.R
Character Name: Ayus Mana
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Unknown
Character Description:

Home Planet: unknown
Starting Planet: Korriban
Relations: Best friend whom he watches over like a little brother: Raith Vorak.
Character History: Ayus, a brightly gifted child, had the misfortune of being born into a shady cesspit that swallows all into a sea of despair. He never had parents to raise him or actually he never knew who they were. All he remembers of his youth was constantly being on the run from large monsters, hiding in small concealments, eating off of the streets and waste bins, and always dirty. He did show an affinity for all things mechanical always taking things apart and putting them back together again. He seemed to have a talent for piloting considering the speeders he would steal just to dissect and sell the parts for credits of course that came later when he was much older. The one item of his past that he carried with him that might have any link to his ancestry is the bandanna he has had since he could remember. His lone wolf lifestyle soon changed at seven years age when a dirty wounded boy on the run came into contact with him passed with hunger, fear, and a blaster wound on his arm. Figuring that it might help, Ayus used his bandanna to patch the boy's wound as well as offer the morsel of food he found. He figured he could watch over this outcast as his own as well as to comfort him from his loneliness.

The two were practically related growing up on the streets of Nar Shadda. Raith constantly getting into a big mess with some of the local gangsters, Ayus constantly getting him out of each mess. The two would mug people left and right with Raith doing the muscling and Ayus being the more methodical. Yes, life became easier to endure as the two grew bigger and closer to eachother. They found their weapons when two rival gangs annhilated eachother over territory only to end with both sides lost and practiced using them on eachother so that they could use them as a means to an easier life. Raith had proven to have niche for physical combat moreso than his penchant for trouble but that made Ayus try even harder just so he could keep up with him but he chose a more cunning, more sneaky version of dealing with his foes as opposed to Raith's direct assaults. Combined, they were unbeatable until the day they met defeat at the hands of an ex-soldier from a war long ago.

The soldier chose not to kill them but instead chose to educate them in ways to make them better functioning citizens in hopes of maybe a reformation that would spread over the filth of Nar Shadda. Raith was chosen to be more of the fighter and was taught all of the soldier's martial arts he learned in the military as well as whipped him into a guardian instead of a mugger. Ayus did try his best to keep up with the teachings but ended up with the old warhorse's brokendown starcraft and the tech gear he used during the war. Here, Ayus learned the trade in dealing with computer use and repair as well as indirectly learning about security functions. He learned much about the mechanics of each of the devices presented to him but the craft was the most challenging to figure. Even the old soldier could not understand the layout and functionality of the ship's sophisticated anatomy. But Ayus was determined to figure it out. Nothing was never too complicated for him and the clunker ship was not going to be the first. He worked on the ship tirelessly from morning-to-night, day-after-day figuring out how to piece it back together againuntil all was complete except for a cryogenic cell which was need in powering the ship up. Unfortunately the only one who would carry such an item was the Hutt.

A few years later, the old-timer seemingly "vanished" leaving the two with what he gave them. They assumed he may have been captured and killed by the Hutt for when they returned to his place that day their seemed to had been a fierce struggle and blood splattered all over. As disheartened as they were, Ayus knew they could not just charge in blasters blazing into the Hutt's base in revenge and did his best to calm Raith down. Despite what they had learn they could not survive living the civil life. So they turned back to being punks punking others for money and/or food only this time with their new skills they would freelance their services to others. This eventually garnered the attention of the Hutt who was more than pleased to have hired them as bodyguards (after of course proving themselves by going through a twisted tournament and coming out on top). Ayus could not believed what had happened then. There they were guarding the body of their sworn enemy when they could just kill him and be done with it. But Ayus was too smart for that. He knew what repercussions that not only them but Nar Shadda would suffer. Yes the Hutt would have been dead but the moon's economy would also had destablized and not to mention the huge power vacuum that would have been left to be filled. But they were guarding the Hutt so perhaps Ayus could get his hands on that cryogenic cell that they needed to power the ship up and leave the "Smuggler's Moon" once and for all. But how would they do it?

Alignment: Neutral leaning towards the Darkside
Occupation: The other of the two worst punks
Skills: Two-Handed Weapon Fighting, technological expertise, piloting, and stealth skills

Weapons: Double-bladed Vibrosword, primatively-made Renewable Energy Shield, and Stealth-Field Generator
Ship: Nova Eagle
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Personal Belongings: Hydrospanner given to him by his "master" as well as the junk ship he left behind (which he later fixed). The bandanna he eventually used to patch up Raith.

Roleplay Sample: While Raith was away resting or practicing his combat skills, Ayus was at work in obtaining the cryogenic cell he needed to power-up their spaceship and break away from this horrid life. But to do that would require stealth, cunning, underhanded tactics and that's where Ayus comes in. He is a whole different game apart from Raith's violence in that he is employed in dealings regarding spying, pilfering, and tactical espionage actions for the Hutt. So a task regarding the penetration of the Hutt's warehouse where only droids are allowed would require one's ability to manipualate someone with a droid, namely a Aqualish with an astromech droid, to sell it to the Hutt's warehouse so that the doors would open and he could sneak in using his stealth-field generator, slip past the droid guards, obtain the necessary part, cause that same astromech droid to go haywire and cause all sorts of havoc to re-open the doors to the warehouse, slip back out, and return home triumphantly. And who else would hold such techniques at their disposal other than Ayus?

He returned back home only to find their dwelling absent one Raith Vorak. Though he was confused as to his whereabouts, Ayus felt it more necessary to complete this task before he would procrastinate and never leave. The process was arduous and, at times, painful with the consistency of switching to the needed tools and burns he endured from the sparking body parts but in the end it was all worth the effort. Ayus holstered his hydrospanner and entered the Nove Eagle through the open dock hatch. He took a seat at the pilot's seat in the cockpit and surveyed the panel with all of its instruments. During the reconstruction process Ayus was able to figure out what it is exactly how each instrument operated with the help of his mentor so he had no trouble in figuring out how to start the ship. Took a little work and a lot of luck but he was able to get the jalopy ((can that be used for starships?)) going.

Amazed by what he had just accomplished, Ayus jumped out of the vessel through the dock hatch and began to jump around like a crazed lunatic. His celebration was cut short when an out-of-breath Raith appeared. "Huh? What happened with you buddy?" he asked his longtime friend whom responded tirelessly, "We need to leave Nar Shadda now!"
"What are you talking about?"
"We need to get out of here now!"
"Alright!"
The two ran into Nova Eagle via the dock hatch where Ayus hopped into the pilot's seat with Raith sitting right beside him. Good thing he left the ship running or else they would have had one heck of a slow start-up. Just as a load of thugs came rushing into the area, the Eagle's engines blasted off a furious ionic flame and took to Nar Shadda's atmosphere until they finally left Nar Shadda behind.

Ayus turned to look at Raith. He no doubtedly had questions for his worried thug. "So you mind filling me in on why you were being chase by the Hutt's thugs, yelling at me that we need to leave Nar Shadda when you had no idea that we even had a means to escape, leading those thugs to our home where our ship and only means of escaping this moon is, and had them firing at us!?"
Raith did not look at him. Instead he began inputting a sequence into the ship's navigational charts. "Hey what are you doing!?" Ayus yelled at him about. "I'm charting a course for where we're going."
"How do you know how to do that?"
"Some thing is telling me where we must go so we are going here. Do we have hypserspace capability."
"Yeah but what makes you thin-"
"Then jump into hyperspace!"
Not one wanting to ever press a raving lunatic, Ayus locked on to the coordinates Raith inputted into the navigations and made the jump into hyperspace.
"I killed the Hutt."
"What!?"
"Yes, I killed him. I went over to his throne room and killed him right where he stood."
"How in the hell could you have done that without getting killed for even trying!?"
"I don't know how I did it I just knew what needed to be done."

Raith sighed heavily before he began explaining what had happened.
"Something strange happened when you left me alone at the house. It was like something was telling me that we could be something more. But to do that, we'd have to leave no loose ends before doing so. I prepared some quick explosives, grabbed this cloak, and made my way to the Hutt. I was stopped by his Twik'gar doorman as usual and was questioned but he did not bother to pat me down. I don't know why he forgot to do so but he did. I patted him on the shoulder congratulating on him doing his job but what I was really doing was patting a tiny explosive that could go unoticed. I then approached the Hutt with business concerning there be an assasin in his midst. That got him very paranoid which upsetted his kath hounds. That's when I took out my vibroblade and skewered Hinna before him-"
Hinna was the Hutt's personal slave whom Raith had seemingly fallen for but was too afraid to admit to her. Ayus was surprised and bewildered by what Raith just proclaimed. "But I thought you had something for her? Why would you do such a thing?" he asked the crazed Vorak.
"I said that she was the one attempting to assasinate him. What was worse was that he bought it. He believed since I had such a thing for her that it would have been painful for me to do that to her which showed great loyalty to him. When I impaled her I went in so deep my hands were almost in her stomach. That was when I slipped in a few explosives into her open wound. Oh those eyes she gave me. They looked as though she knew what I had felt for her and wondered why I would suddenly do such a thing. I turned towards the Hutt to have him congratulate me on a job well done. I was disgusted. That was when I took advantage of the opening, reached for a throwing vibro, and threw it into the head of one of his kath hounds, killing it. The other one then attacked me when it saw its comrade die but it fell so easily. It was like something told me when to lash out my blade, impale it in the chest, and toss it aside. I never knew I could do that. Then I looked over at the Hutt and he knew he was next. I drove my vibroblade into his black heart to end him and that's exactly what happened. The Twik'gar came rushing to his fallen master's aid but met disaster when I activated the explosive I placed on him. Other thugs came rushing out and that was when I made my escape. I detonated the explosives I placed inside Hinna which took out a decent number of my pursuers but I was still on the lamb. Then I ran back home thinking we could escape and here we are now."

Ayus could not believe what had just happened as he placed his face into his hands after leaving the ship in auto-pilot. He knew what this meant. He yelled at Raith mentioning how bad there situation was. About once the other Hutts, the true masters of Nar Shadda down in Nal Hutta, hear of what happened, they're both marked men. Raith's impulsive actions would make every bountyhunter in the center, mid-rim, and outer-rim gunning for them. Raith told him they would not have to worry about that once they reached the planet he had set for.

They left hyperdrive and found themselves before a barren wasteland of a planet. Was this the planet that Raith spoke of? It looked so dead. They entered the planet's orbit and descended down to its surface. They landed in a strange place that surrounded them with what seemed like tombs. They had arrived to Korriban.

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(( This is my second character, and isn't as well developed as my first. Sorry if the profile didn't come out as good. ^_^; ))

Gaia Name: Hopeless Romance
Character Name: Nephira Aah'valia
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Race: Human
Character Description: Nephira has medium length blonde hair and looks very much like her mother and half sister. Nephy, as her dad called her, has green eyes and fair skin. She wears many different outfits, rarely ever wearing the same one twice.

Home Planet: Coruscant
Starting Planet: Coruscant
Relations: Celes Aah'valia, her half sister. Her guards, and the senate.
Character History: Nephira was born 7 years before Celes by a different mother. Their father was with Nephira's mother, until she died from a rare disease. After her death, Nephira's father couldn't bear to even look at Nephira because of her mother's resemblence. Nephira was sent to Coruscant to train as a Senator. Her father had another child, Celes, when Nephira was 7. He was scarred from the death of Nephira's mother, and unconciously thought that if he replaced her with another woman, everything would be alright. Nephira was much closer to her father after Celes' mother had died, because they lived on the same planet. Her father died facing a Sithlord that remained nameless to Nephy. Knowing much more about Celes than Celes knew of her, she watched over her from afar. She sent one of her own guards to Tatooine to watch the child, and make sure of her whereabouts.

When Nephira heard that Celes had ran away from her adoptive family on Tatooine and had gone missing, she was devistated. The only family she and Celes had were eachother. Celes does not know Nephy exists, and Nephira is much more aware of everything. After Nephira's parents both died, she inherited all of her mothers fortune. She has been studying politics ever since she was little, and has made Coruscant very proud.

Alignment: The republic
Occupation Coruscant Senator
Skills: Very skilled in politics, and good at debating. Very persuasive person.

Weapons: A daggar. Because of her untrusting nature, she carries it around for protection.
Ship: Doesn't own a ship, she has never left Coruscant.
Personal Belongings: Her father's lightsaber, but she doesn't use it.
Roleplay Sample ((I'm going to use one of Celes' posts.))

Celes' bedroom door began to open but before there would be enough space for anything to come into her room, she jumped out of bed and held the door shut. She was in human like pajamas and her redish brown hair wasn't tied up. She spoke in what sounded like gibberish to the jawa just standing outside her door. "I'll be out in a minute. I'll meet everyone outside!" Celes had told it and waiting for it to leave. She sighed and then began to get dressed. She put her hair up, put on her robe, but lifted the hood over her head. She ran outside of her bedroom and outside of the sandcrawler. She stood a group of three but decided she would go searching for scrap metal on her own today. The jawas insisted to stay in a group but she said her good byes and left with her ionization blaster in her hand.

She travelled through the dunes picking up random pieces of metal but there was nothing that looked worth while to her. Celes sighed and kept on walking. Celes made her way and finally realized that there was a human city was near by. She circled the area she was in looking for any droids or metal.

(( Oh yeah, I have a question. Will I be able to play random NPCs? For example, one of her guards if she goes out into town? ))

Yesh, of course you may. Playing NPCs are required sometime...

As for the application... It isn't as well-developed... But it is still considered very good as compared to most others. So I accept this! You do know that this character is Force Sensitive too? ~SK I know, but she's not as sensitive as Celes, because she has a different mother. I didn't really mention her sensitivity because she's older and I don't really plan on her to become a Jedi or anything in the future.
But her father is the one with Force Sensitive right? Oh by the way it just came to me that, if the guards you are controlling plays a significant role, I think you have to also create a profile for her. They wouldn't be important, just to be able to answer for them if Nephira gave them a command of something. ^_^ I'll keep it very simple.
Yes her father was force sensitive, i would think that sensitivity with the force would be decided by genetics, and if Nephira got her mothers sensitivity, she would be as sensitive as Celes. I could be wrong though.