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 Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 11:29 am
Gaia Name: Desoni
Character Name: Peridan Heap
Gender: Male
Age: 49
Race: Telosian
Character Description: 6'0" with Gray/blue Hair like Avi.
Home Planet: Telos
Starting Planet: Telos
Relations: none, orphaned
Character History: Born in a town on the coastal regions of Telos, Des was a direct Descendant of Carth Onasi. His parents abandoned him when they went bankrupt and left the planet. His adopted mother died when he was 8. After that he was all alone and became a great fisherman and hunter as well as a great pilot.
Alignment: Republic
Occupation: Senator
Skills: Piloting, repairs, Combat
Weapons: single modified blaster inscribed with the symbol of the village
Ship: Twin Suns 3 (X-Wing)
Personal Belongings: Gold Gauntlets, Golden Locket on neck chain.
Roleplay Sample: This is an intro i wrote for a RP in another guild:
29 years after the Birth of the new Republic, the jedi order was just getting back on its feet. Apprentice Des Onasi was beginning his role a Luke Skywalker's Apprentice at the age of 4 after being found on the planet Telos in a village on the coastline. 20 years later the was knighted after defeating a sith named Aravis in battle. 10 years later Luke passed into the Force leaving his old friend Kyp in charge. Des became a Jedi Master at Luke's service. Des set out to build his own academy on his home planet of Telos 3 years later. 5 yeard after Des set up his Academy, the Sith Emerged once again and waged a war against the Jedi and the New Republic. It was fabled that they had found the ancient remains of the star Forge and rebuilt it using the instructions from the Rakata. Over the Battle scarred Moon of Yavin 4 a battle waged between the jedi and the Sith...
"*static* Hey Des this is Kyp, do you read me?"
"Yeah kyp but its really Staticy whats goin on up there?"
"The Sith have just infultrated the temple and my troops are on there way to the exit to stop them from moving to far, hows the space battle going?"
"We are killing them they've lost half there troops, so Im coming down planetside to help you there."
"thanks, I meet you in the hangar."
"I'll bring Twin Suns Squadron down with me."
"thats great, you can sneak around and hit them from behind"
"Great plan, kyp I'll see you soon. May the Force be With You."
"May the Force be with you too"
Blasts a Starfighter in half and watches as he is apprentice
blasts another into pieces
"Great shot Marlee"
"Twin Suns Squadron, prepare to land, were headed planetside."
Good. Accepted ~SK
Um is it ok if I start a MRP of the Intergalactic Alliance Senate??
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 11:44 am
Let it be known that I am posting an app, once again, for the fourth time, to enroll in the Dark Jedi Temple, since you are low, and I hope that I get more than a "Fix this" and then once I fix it I never get recommented. razz Um... Yeah.
If you don't mind, I am going to build this Application on the chance you might let me back in as a Dark Jedi Master. Otherwise, tell me and I will change it.
Gaia Name: Skyjjin Elrodias
Character Name: Skyjjin
Gender: Male
Age: 45
Race: Zabrak
Character Description: Bald completely, he has three horns on his head. two in back, one in front, small, but still visible. His eyes are yellow, and teeth are jagged and sharp. Any resemblance of a face of emotion is covered by his tribal tatoo of a black snake on his face. Also 6'2"
Home Planet: Born on Coruscant
Starting Planet: Korriban
Relations: None
Character History
Long ago, he lived on Coruscant, when it was very peaceful. He was extremely young, and he didn't know anything, but it always felt like something wasn't right. When he grew older, and got his horns, he realised the humans he was staying with were not his parents. He killed them in their sleep for lying to him and betraying him, and snuck onto the closest ship to Yavin IV.
Unfortunately, the ship was taken hostage, and flown to Korriban. He hid out as long as he could until they found him and tortured him for information on one of the people that was on that ship. Eventually he gained their trust, and an apprenticeship, and began training in the Dark Arts. He rose to power very slowly, and he stayed there to this day.
Alignment: Imperial
Occupation Dark Jedi
Skills: electronics, piloting, and repair
Weapons: a Single Lightsaber, hilt of 8 inches, and blade of 4 ft length
ShipPersonalized TIE Interceptor, gift from the Emperor
Personal Belongings: One single gold coin.
Roleplay Sample (Now I get to have some fun smile )
*Shwooosh hmmm....*
His lightsaber activates and begins its dull roar as it slices through the air in a figure eight pattern- A mockery of Skyjjin's opponent laying on the ground helpless. There had been a breakin, and this Dark Master would not allow it to be taken lightly. It was a Jedi Knight, hidden in a crate in a ship sent to the Dark Jedi Academy. As a Master, Skyjjin detected the unusual waiver in the force as the ship landed, and waited for the fool to make his move, then catch him in the act.
(A Few moments before)
This particular fight had been going on for a while now, but it looked as if the knight had been fighting for three days straight without any sleep. Skyjjin had that effect on people. He used slightly more and more strength each attack, until it became all but the rest of the Jedi Knight's strength just to parry.
Skyjjin lets a cackle out of his lips as the Jedi still continues to attack. As he steps from left to right, not even raising his saber while dodging the missing attacks, he thinks to himself: Why am I playing with this Jedi? Look at him! He can hardly stand. I think it is time I finished the job once and for all... Hah-- He dodged the last swing and roundkicked the jedi to the floor and pointed the saber at his throat.
Immediately the jedi starts to beg for his life, while trying to scoot back a bit to try and escape the imminent doom that is to be dealt to him with a certain saber. Skyjjin chuckles as he realises his victory, and the weakness that the jedi can't help but have, powerless to the Dark Jedi, to the sith, and to the Imperials. This fight was over.
*slash*
(End Roleplay)
As I have said before, I would like to be put in as a Dark Jedi Master, Seph, if thats cool. I promise I still know how to roleplay fair smile
If not, tell me, and I can arrange my profile to better fit your needs.
This application shall be accepted, and his rank of a Dark Jedi Master. 3nodding
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2006 5:56 pm
Gaia Name: hiro_san
Character Name: Yiro Yuni
Gender: male
Age: 16
Race: human
Character Description: 5'2",150 lbs,long brown hair tied in a pony tail,green eyes,jedi tunic,jedi robe,brown boots,brown pants
Home Planet: Tatooine
Starting Planet: Couscant
Relations: his jedi master
Character History Yiro was born a poor boy,his family had little money and his father had a dangerous job,his father won money by winning illegal swoop races,at the age of 6 his father died in a horrible crash on one of the race tracks,at 7 his mother was killed by an imperial soilder for aiding a wounded rebel,so he was thrown out on the streets but soonhe was discovered by a jedi named Kurk Amnu,and from that day on he began training with the jedi who helped him and he has become a skilled jedi in the process.
Alignment: Republic
Occupation jedi
Skills: piloting,saber skills
Weapons: a blue lightsaber,single blade,holopad
Ship The Last Memory:a naboo starfighter with enhansments and the label his father always wore on the side of the ship,painted blue
Personal Belongings: his fathers helmet,his mothers necklace
Roleplay SampleYiro stood above a small cliff,staring down at a outpost of imperial soilders,he slowly skimed down the side of the cliff staying withing the shadows of the rocky peak,when his foot touched the ground he slinked over to a wall hugging close to it he creeped slowly as he dashed quikly through an opening he stood behind a crate,he peeked over it and noticed two troopers on gaurd he looked arond and found a rock using it he clanked on a pipe near him,one of the troopers turned and walked over to wear the sound came from he walked behind a wall were Yiro was waiting for him and with a swift swing cut the trooper down suddeny the other troopers heard a yell as they ran to see what had happened three other men were already dead,Yiro glared at the troopers who cocked there blaster rifles and began to load off round after round,using his saber skills he deflected the blaster bolts back taking out two troopers,then using the force he egnighted one of the nearby speederbikes sending it speeding at a troopers back slamming in to him and crashing in to a wall,then using a swift force pull he yanked one of the last three troppers slashing his head off and using force push slamming his lifeless body in to one of the others who fell over and pulled his trigger and shooting his blaser rifle in to the unexpecting troopers chest then leaping in to the air he came down on the last trooper and stabbed his saber in to the trooper,standing up and deactivating his saber he placed it on his belt he pulled his holopad out and activating it he spoke to his master who appeared on the small machine as a hologram,"mission acommplished master"with that he walked off twords his ship and took off back to Coruscant.
Sarcasm. What a beautiful clunk of words. But seriously, if you did paragraph them, you did do honor to my eyes. But I will accept you, except for the fact that who was the Jedi Master you named? ~SK
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 4:31 pm
Gaia Name: Marx Zenuko
Character Name: Marx Wolfker
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Race: Mandalorian
Character Description: 6'3", 6'5' in Mandalorian Assault armor, 195 lbs in full armor, 155 lbs without armor. He has short blonde hair and crimson eyes.
Home Planet: Couresant
Starting Planet: Couresant
Relations: None, he has no recolection of a family
Character History Marx is a Mandalorian bounty hunter. He was taught by the master himself, Boba Fett,when he was 13, but that trainging was short lived. He left Marx telling him he had a job to do and he had to kill a Jedi named Jaden. Marx never knew if he finished the job or not. Marx's skill with a blaster grew, but his pockets were usually empty.
Marx decided to take up the job of Bounty Hunter at the age of 17. He completed his 1st misson with some minor wounds. He eventually worked up enough credits and got himself some customized Mandalorian Assault Armor, old kind from KOTOR, and a Mitrirnomon Z-6 Jetpack at the age of 19, he also bought a Repeating Blaster with rocket launcher attachment, he also weilds a vibroblade, which is ancient techknowlodge, and a blaster pistol as backup weapons. After paying a junk lord for a TIE Avenger, which he painted Red and Black, he didn't have a single credit to his name after buying it and he still needs to make payments on it. Now Marx is looking for employment to get credits back and finish paying off the credits for the TIE Avenger.
Alignment: Neutral
Occupation Bounty Hunter
Skills: Electronics, Marskmanship, Han-to-Hand, Pilioting, and Demolitions.
Weapons: E-11 Blaster Rifle with rocket launcher attachment, a Vibrosword and a Dl-44 Heavy Blaster pistol
Ship The Bloddy Falcon: A modified TIE Avenger, Color changed to Red and black, that he paid the Empire for , at a very high price of course. The ship is armed with 2 laser cannons and 2 proton torpedo launchers.
Personal Belongings: Mandalorian Assault Armor, Red and Black colored, fusion cutter, and a Mitrirnomon Z-6 Jetpack.
Roleplay Sample Marx walked into the bar on Couresant "Hello Marx, Welcome back!" said the barkeep, he was someone Marx knew for a while now who was only interested in Marx's money. "Any word on new bounties out there, Drakx?" Marx said. Drakx though for a while " I know of some, but it'll cost ya." Drakx said rubbing 2 fingers together. Drakx was a con-artist at times only after peoples money this pissed Marx off at times Marx never took action at first but this greedy litte purple rodian was asking for it. Marx grip the man by the colar and pulled his head to Marx's visor.
"Give me those bounty listings or you won't speak another word" Marx said to him as he drew his blaster pistol to the Rodian's head. "Hey Marx, i was uh... only joking around, I don't mean no harm here, here is the listings" Drakx said as he strained to reach under the bar for the datapad "It'd... be easier if you put me down" He said to Marx. Marx then chucked him back behind the counter. The rodian scrambled to his knees and handed Marx the datapad. Marx smirked under the mask, tough noone could see it. He then put away the blaster and scrolled through the datapad looking through the bounties. Marx caught something out of the corner of his eye.
Drakx was a man full of anger. He had always kept a spare blaster pistol under the bar to keep the place in order, being in Couresant's slums and all, but Marx had never seen Drakx shoot before. Drakx had pulled out the blaster pistol and was about to shoot Marx. Marx quickly ducked under a tab;le he had flipped over as a shot flew over his head. By now all the bar members were under tables too, some also had guns on Marx. Marx quickly pulled out a thermal detonator and lobbed it over the Bar. It exploded and it rained Rodian guts, which weren't the prettiest site to see. Marx stood up with his Repeating Blaster in his hand " Don't tick me off again or you'll have the same fate as him!" he said pointing to Drakx's mutalted head as he left the bar with the Datapad in one hand, and his rifle in the other.
Marx didn't mind blood or dirt on his armor, but Rodian blood was purple, sticky, thick, and ozze. Marx proceded back to his apartment where he cleaned off the armor and went to bed, allowing his armor to dry, and he left his datapad on the table next to his bed.
((Fixed xd ))
Very Very good. Accepted ~SK
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 11:52 pm
Gaia Name: Moneveon
Character Name: Sara Harpe
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Race: Hapan
Character Description:
Hight: 6'2"
Weight: 110lbs
Build: Athletic / Lithe
Complextion: Fair
Eye Color:Ice blue
Hair Style / Color:
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Home Planet: Hapan IV
Starting Planet: Hyperspace near Tatooine
Relations:Younger sister Solitiar Harpe / Crew : Wesslie Estreleadge, Alex Estoc, Luke Estoc
Character History: Sara and her sister lived on the Queen Mother's pearsonal starship Star Home as pearsonal servants to the Queen. After 14 years of waiting on the Queen, Sara was released from service and banned from the Hapan system because of some stolen jewels they found in her locker. Forious at these alligations she tried to get Solitiar to leave Star Home with her, but failed. At sixteen she had scrunged up enough credits to buy herself a stripped beat up old, GAT-12H Skipray Blasboat. After getting in to smuggeling she baught a Corellian Action VI Transport at 19. She has been living aboard the Transport and smuggleing for the last two years under the alias Moneveon.
Alignment: Nuetral
Occupation: Smuggler
Skills: Poiloting / Engineering / Sharpshooting
Weapons: Force Pike and Pulse Wave Bow
Ship: Modified Corellian Action VI Transport ) Kard / Modified GAT-12H Skipray Blasboat ) Kris / Modified Uulshos LAVr QH-7 Chariot ) Shape
Personal Belongings: Happan ensignia pendant
Roleplay Sample: Sara sat at her desk, stars flying past the window of her office aboard the Transport, as the stars slowly came to a stop she looked up from her papers and walked to the door. It slid opened to reveal a dark empty corridor sloping gently downward toward the modified forward hold. As she crossed the hall to the new hanger she heard shouting and speed up her pace. As the hanger doors slid opened she ran in to see the Chariot flaming and her first mate Wess Shouting commands to Alex, and Luke. {At least it isn't Kris.} she thought to herself as she stopped running, "Is the spice loaded in the Boat yet or do I need to keep my clients waiting again?" she asked Wess as the Chariot started to smolder. "Everythings just fine....I loaded the Spice myself and Alex sealed pearsonally." Wess replied as he sprayed a new flame from the Chariot. "Can I come with you this time?" Alex asked as she opened the Blastboat for Sara. "I won't say anything!"... Accepted. But try to paragraph your roleplay. ~SK
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 10:57 pm
Gaia Name: KuwaiiGuy
Character Name: Vox Sang
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: Kel Dor
Character Description: 1.8 meters. 160 kilograms. Wears a black gi, black pants with red stripes on the sides, and a red undershirt. Slightly build but average size for Kel Dor males. Blood red skin.
Home Planet: Dorin
Starting Planet: Bilbringi
Relations: Younger brother, Kal, younger sister, Eorin, both missing.
Character History His father was a close friend of Plo Koon from the clone wars but was away on leave when the massacre at the temple happend and happened to hear about it on Dorin and never went back, but the Empire tracked down his father and annialated him along with his mother and two older brothers as he and his two younger siblings were away in the local space port listening to space traveler's tales from beyond the stars.
Luckily the Imperials were sloppy in their work and left Dorin without searching for Vox, Kal, and Eorin. Vox came back to find his family massacred and became a secluded child afterwards, protecting his brother and sister with all his strength. When Vox was old enough, he got a job at the local space port earning wages and finally getting enough credits to start his career as a bounty hunter and set off for his first target, and it happened to be a high reward for the target, an old Imperial Moff, valued at 1 million creds for useful information that he might have regarding to Imperial Remnents. Luckily, by the luck of the Force Vox earned this bounty and quickly set out to first equip himself with a starship, a T-65AC4 X-Wing right out of the factory, but as time went on he earned more and more creds to upgrade his starship into the one he has now.
After earning enough to spiff up his starship to his liking, he set out for better equipment, first was the Kalvarek Consolidated Arms Dissuader with the slug ammunition, then was the gauntlet with a basic whipcord, then the flamethrower addition then the final addition to the gauntlet, the remote control for his beloved X-Wing. Afterwards, one more bounty got him his last and final addition, the DL-44 Blaster Pistol enhancment to his Kalverak Consolidated Arms Dissuader.
Believing he had brought peace and true justice to the galaxy, he heard of the Jedi Academy and went to learn the ways of the Force. As fate would have it, his training was disrupted just after he constructed his first saber. His brother and sister had gone missing. He left the Jedi Academy in a hurry, abandoning his training and went to search for his only remaining family. . .
Alignment: Neutral
Occupation Bounty Hunter, jedi force adept/intraining
Skills: Piloting, Hand-to-hand combat, Mechanic
Weapons: Gaunlet on left forearm that has a flamethrower and whipcord. Two lightsabers, one from his father, silver, and another that he had help creating at the Jedi Academy on Coruscant, red. Kalvarek Consolidated Arms Dissuader KD-30 with integrated DL-44 Blaster Pistol, a vibro dagger and a stun grenade.
Ship Highly modified T-65AC4 X-Wing with .5 hyperdrive capabilities, enhanced quad laser cannons, and improved shields. Shackle Sonata
Personal Belongings: Jedi Medallion commemorating his father's accention to Jedi Master. 3000 credchip. Holo of his family, before they were torn apart. Antiox Breath Mask. Protective Goggles.
Roleplay Sample
A dark figure approched from the alley way to the drunken Imperial pilot.
"Where's the Kel Dor children you helped kidnap scum," a gravelly voice asked.
"Wazzit tah yeh? eh'll 'ave ya know I'mma Commander punk," the Imperial slurred jabbing his finger into the figure's chest.
I moved quicker than the drunken Imperial's eye could follow. I grabbed his finger, twisted it around behind him, and applied leverage to it.
"I'll ask once more, and it is rare for me to repeat myself, so listen carefully. Where did you take the Kel Dor children you kidnapped three standard months ago, Scum," putting emphasis on "scum."
The Imperial started to scream in pain, but I shut him up by slapping him in the stomach, making him retch out yellow liquer. I winced at the horrendous stentch and brought my other hand out to wrap around his throat.
"A-A-A-A-AH dun't know!! I swearssss. BELCH. Puleaze leggo," the Imperial whipered between gasps,"Mah finguh! Eh, hurts!"
"Not until you give me a location scum bag, or you get to visit the Emperor, and you get to tell him how much I enjoy spitting on every remaining statue of him still around today! NOW GIVE ME ANSWERS!!"
Gasping the Imperial pilot reluctantly gave me the answer, "Ke-Ke-Kessel."
"Why were they taken there!?"
"Ah dun't know! Ah wes jest followin' o'ders!"
I tightened my grip on he throat until he struggled no longer and let him go before he died in my hands, "Now that wasn't so hard was it?"
Then I walked back to the docking bay to go to Kessel, after my brother and sister's kidnappers, to bring justice back to our name, and so I may once again see my remaining family. . .
Accepted~SK
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 5:56 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 9:20 am
Gaia Name:Blah909
Character Name:Din Vu
Gender:Male
Age:23
Race:Zabrak
Character Description: 6' 180lbs. Beige skin, no hair (obviously). Typical clothing consists of cargo pants, black t-s**t, and a durable jacket with many pockets. Strong enough to move very quickly in zero-g, and sufficently agile in gravity fields.
Home Planet:None. Born on Courscant, but was raised in space. Parents did spacing, Din did also.
Starting Planet:Orb Tanis Space Port.
Relations:Nuetral, junior member in the Spacer Guild (if such organization exists).
Character HistoryRaised in space to be a spacer/pilot/astrogator. Split from parent's operation at age 17 to run some of the harder, but more profitable runs in the galaxy. And incident involving a malfunctioning blaster has caused a severe distrust toward complicated weapons or equipment on which he must trust his life. Slightly parinoid.
Alignment:Survival of self.
OccupationSpacer.
Skills:Well trained spacer with excellent piloting and astrogation abilities.
Weapons:(Not all at once)
-13mm single-action 10-shot rocket-pistol (based off the Gyrojet of the 60's)
-18" Vibro-blade with built-in hold-out blaster
-10mm single-action 15-shot slugthrower (based off the P7) with scope.
-Sawed-off 20-guage semi-auto blowback shotgun with 6-round box magazine.
ShipFreelance spacer
Personal Belongings:-Spacer gear (spacesuit, tools, datapad, etc.)
-Diagnostic sensors ripped from a defunct spacesuit and adapted to use outside the spacesuit, ie nightvision, ultrasound, mm-wave radar, IR in goggle form. Connects to datapad for image processing.
Roleplay Sample(From the O/M forum smile
designed for rifle-level protection. He lets himself plument toward the ground at the ever-slow speed of 32 feet per second before catching himself 2 feet later in a crouch, simutaneously swiveling the shotgun toward White and loosing a 12-guage shot from the hip at the lethal figure...give or take 2 feet.>
For roleplaying, please do not use <____> to indicate an action or thoughts. Please follow like in story books. Actions is to be type normally with no other indication, unless in Speech which uses "______", or thoughts in italics. Feel free to form your own version like in colours or sizes. But try not to put symbols accept "___ ". Unless for OOC (( )), or droids, NPC, etc.
But I guess you are accepted. ~Sk
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 1:59 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 7:24 pm
Gaia Name: Tavara
Character Name: Amelia Tithrania
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Race: Corellian
Character Description: Amelia Tithrania stands at a height of 5"7 and weighs 120 pounds. She's pale, and has curly hair that circles down to her mid back. Her one eye is a shining grey, with a darker grey rimming the edge of the iris, and getting lighter as they go towards the pupil. The other is a bright green, that does the opposite from the pupil out. She has a few freckles at the side of her nose, but otherwise, she has fair smooth skin. Her hands and feet are small, almost childlike, and her ears a little larger. Her lips are thin, and she has a medium sized neck. Not to tall but not to short. She has a basic form of a woman, just average though. She's not busty or anything. Her legs are thin, and house a few muscles, as well as her arms.
Her style of clothing varies. She likes sticking to big baggy cloaks, and enjoys jogging pants for casual wear. For her formal dress, she wears a long silver that drips to the floor. It's not to fancy, but has embroidery that shows the names of planets in their foreign languages. She rarely wears it. She doesn't wear makup, except for a little bit of eyeshadow. Other than that, she feels that she doesn't need to hide herself behind powder. She'd rather hide behind a hood.
She also rarely puts her hair up. Even though it's quite pretty in a ponytail and beads, but she doesn't pay attention to it much. She brushes it in the morning and that's about it. She doesn't wear hats either.
She's rather distant, not trusting anyone she first meets, and always is at the ready to run. She doesn't like fighting as much, not because she's scared, but because she doesn't want to hurt anyone. Even though she's distant, she isn't cold. She's still repecting, and tries her best to say the right things at the right time, and sometimes she doesn't speak at all. Sometimes, on rare occasions, she drinks. Very very rare. Besides that, she can cook. Really really well, since she's used to it.
Home Planet: Corellia ((yay Han!))
Starting Planet: Coruscant
Relations: Her family. (One older brother, one younger sister, father)
Character History
Amelia was born into the life of a cook. Her family owned a little resteraunt by one of the many forests of Corellia. After twenty years of business, Amelia's family was forced to move deeper into the city, due to lack of customers. Amelia was then hired as a Waitress/Cook at a local bar. She detested her job, mostly because she hated drinks. She was then told by her dad about the Jedi, and more about them. After that, it was all she could think about.
Then one day at the bar a mysterious man told her that she'd make a good potential jedi, and told her to co go Coruscant. She never saw the man again, but decided to raise money for a ride to get there.
It took her 4 years to make up that amount, and when she finally had enough, she told her family where she was going, and that if it didn't work out, she'd be back scrubbing tables and puke back at the bar. Her family was sad to see her go, but proud that she had enough guts to do it.
Now she's arived in Coruscant.
Alignment: Republic
Occupation Jedi-in-training (when she's not: a waitress)
Skills: Force Sensing Abilities (needs to be developed though)
Weapons: A blue lightsaber.
Ship Doesn't know how to fly one yet.
Personal Belongings: She has a pendant with a emerald like jewel in it. It was her mothers.
Roleplay Sample
Amelia grimaced as she looked upon the mess the drunk men and women had made. Their stomach acid smelt foul in her nose as she looked down apoun the contents of humans. She twitched slightly. She would be needing more cloths.
Bending down, she bagan reluctantly to clean up the mess. Her fingers were getting soaked in the liquid, and she detested it. The texture was just revolting. It was like feeling a mixture of sandpaper and rice. She nearly threw up herself just thinking of it.
Dumping the cloth in a bucket full of soap water, Amelia stopped to gaze around at the empty bar. She focused her grey eyes of the busy people who were passing by outside. The only window in the room was the one on the door, so Amelia liked to look out at it, trying to read the faces of the people that passed. Apoun staring, suddenly a face appeared right infront of her. She screamed and scrambled backwards.
The man smirked. He was not much older than Amelia, and his glinting slate blue eyes focused on her, a smile spread across his thin cracked lips. He had an average face form, which was clean from any whiskers and beards, and his eyebrow hosted a single piercing, which was a ring. He threw back his tanned head, and began to laugh, slumping over the table, holding his stomach.
Amelia's eyes narrowed, and she glowered at her older brother in detest. She bit her lower lip, twitching once more, and reached into the bucket, bringing out the cloth, still chuncky with the mess. She tossed it at him.
"Keil don't do that!" She yelled at him, quite annoyed with his brother's childish behaviour. He screamed as it hit him head on, and he peeled it of his face, screaming like a little girl, and tossing it onto a nearby table.
"Eww eww eewww Grooosssss!" He shouted, running to the sink, and washing off the foul tasting and smelling contents from his face, and sighed one he'd wiped it all away, "Amelia, don't need to be so mean!" He teased her lightly, walking behind her, and rubbing her shoulders as she began to clean up the mess once more. He blinked in suprise by how many knots was in her back, "Holy Jedi, Amelia, you're extremly stiff! You should ask Dad to give you a massage..."
Amelia shrugged, dipping her cloth in the water again, "I dunno..It's not that bad.." She murmured, glad that the yellow splat on the floor was decreasing in size. She looked back at her brother, "Hey Keil, I was wondering...do you know any ships I can get a ride on...? I've got enough money now..I just don't have a ride..."
Keil blinked, and sat behind her, then scootching up opposite of her. "Lets see...um...well...Travis is passing by Coruscant in his CR90 Blockade Runner....you can hitch a ride on that for that amount of money, maybe even for free...get yourself a place to stay in Coruscant..." He suggested, and he was immediantly hugged by his younger sibling. He smiled, a tear coming to the corner of his eye, and he hugged back tightly. He didn't want to let her go...Kandy would be so lonely.
Amelia was radiating happiness. She was finally going to get somewhere in her life! A little part of her was telling her not to go, to stay here, and continue cleaning up other people's sicknesses, but that little voice was drowned out rather quickly, and she couldn't wait to start her adventure. But first she would need to spend a few more nights with her family.
((I'm so nervous...I hope this is ok.....))
Oh it is okay. And well done. Accepted. =3 SK
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+A Very Merry Unbirthday+
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 9:09 pm
Gaia Name: Maze of Shadows
Character Name: Maximilian Tarkin
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Race: Human
Character Description: Almost two meters tall, with a gaunt face, and thin body. He slightly resembles his ancestor, Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin. High Cheekbones, with slight shadows under his brows. His hair is graying quickly, but was brown at one time. His eyes are a desolate gray color. His hair is receding slowly. And his skin is drawn about his face tightly, causing the skin on the bridge of his nose to turn white. He has a strong chin, a thin yet muscular neck, and a normal build. His skin is white, and slightly pale, he also has a few age spots on his forehead.
He usually wears the standard Imperial Officer's tunic, and treats it with pride. He will also wear a plain black officer's tunic, instead of the more common dark gray. Sometimes he will don Light Gray Stormtrooper armor, and aide in the repulsion of boarders, or an assault.
Home Planet: Corellia
Starting Planet: Imperial Fleet ((Is this OK?))
Relations: none.
Character History After becoming part of the Imperial Remnant at the age of eighteen, Tarkin served well, and rose through the ranks quickly. While not the cruel and uncaring man his famous ancestor was, he is a cold person nonetheless. By the time he was thirty, he had taken his first officer's commission aboard a Star Destroyer. Like his ancestor, he has visions of a supreme Empire. And he will do whatever it takes to ensure that his Emperor is on the Galactic Throne.
He served in many minor skirmishes during the Imperial Jedi Hunt, and remained fairly unknown. After teaching himself how to fight with a Force Pike, the favored weapon of the Imperial Royal Guards, he started to show more ambition in his role as an Imperial Officer. Some of his superiors viewed him as having a little too much ambition, and tried to have him put in his place. Their attempts ultimately failed. After being nearly annihilated by a detonator placed in his bunk, he was restored by cloning what was left of his body. The result was that he has a much younger body than it would seem.
In a bid to gain the new Emperor's favor, he has sought to find some sort of design for Palpatine's ultimate vision. The Ultra-class Star Destroyers, which were essentially more mobile Death Stars, yet twice as powerful, and far more potent. He knows that this endeavour will take time and massive amounts of energy, but he does not care as to whom he leaves dead and bloodied along the way.
Alignment: The Empire
Occupation Imperial officer
Skills: leadership, demolitions, persuasion
Weapons: E-11 Standard Imperial Side-arm, Vibro-active Force Pike
Ship
Personal Belongings: Imperial officer's clothing, a suit of gray Stormtrooper armor, and a Signet ring of the Tarkin family.
Roleplay Sample
Tarkin stood, facing the vast emptiness of space with both hands clasped behind his back. The bridge of the Star Destroyer Malevolent was kept at a cool temperature. Tarkin did not care. As long as he was not bothered, he would remain passive. The Imperial Star Destroyer moved slowly through the void, slicing through space like a wedge shaped blade. He glanced down at the massive vessel's hull. It bristled with gun emplacements, sensor arrays, hanger bays, and communications antennas. It was once the perfect weapon. Now, it was an outdated antique. The Republic, had cruisers much more potent than a simple Star Destroyer. Unfortunately, the Imperials had recently adopted a "drown them in our own blood" approach, which repulsed him thoroughly.
An Aide approached, walking along the small bridge-like structure which spanned the sunken control pit. The officer was young, and slightly nervous. He had beads of sweat on his forehead, even though it was not hot. Showing that he had run across a great part of the ship. He stood, trying to get his breath, and whispered his news to Tarkin. Maximilian's face contorted into a frown.
"Pirate's are of no concern to me lieutenant. I don't care what they stole, I will let someone else deal with the garbage."
The aide bowed his head quickly, turned about-face, and strode off the command bridge. Tarkin took no notice of the aide's departure, and simply closed his eyes, focusing on the small cruiser he commanded. He felt it's vibrations through the hull, could hear the humming of the massive fusion generators, and felt the roar of the gargantuan ion engines. Even an antique was impressive. Most impressive indeed.
((I would recomend adding more Super Star Destroyers, and possibly a more fearsom flagship.))
Very good. And for adding more... That did be entirely to your likings. But just don't over-do it, and don't start a whole new thread for something I know that would be as large as a place. >.> ~SK
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 3:50 am
Gaia Name: Macux Character Name: Kryzz Gender: Male Age: 17 Race: Human Character Description: Kryzz stands at just a little over 6 feet tall. He has dark hair which covers half of his face, and his right eye, the only one visible is a shining silver colour that makes people stare as his cold expressionless face alot. He usually wears a large black cloak with the hood up as he does not like to be known. Home Planet: Geonosis Starting Planet: Korriban Relations: None Character History: After being found on the streets Kryzz was taking in by a rather old man, who looked after him until Kryzz got to the age of 17, when he stole a ship and navigated his way to Korriban. The old man had raised Kryzz to be menacing, corrupted and have hunger for battle and violence. After growing up watching creatures being slaughtered by the old man for their dinner, Kryzz feels no pity for those in pain/trouble. Alignment: Neither, but wishes to become a Sith Lord one day. Occupation: Nothing, yet. Skills: Is better than the average person with a blaster but not the best. He is skilled with sticks, which he used to pretend were sabers as a child and pretend he was killing Jedi. He hopes this will make him a brilliant lightsaber weilder. Weapons: A small blaster he stole from the old man before running away. Ship: A small battered one which is rusted in places and not at all brilliant. Personal Belongings: Although not a belonging, he has a scar across the left side his facce which is hidden by his hair. He sees this scar as an inspiration to give people more horrorfic ones, for what he has been through. Roleplay Sample: http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=9856503Pretty much all my posts from this thread. Ones on the later pages show battle etc. The earlier ones more descriptive of environments. Um... Accepted. =3 ~SK
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2006 1:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 7:24 pm
Gaia Name: cockVIKING.
Character Name: Veeth Rumel
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Race: Human
Character Description:
Veeth Rumel stands at 5"8 and weighs 135lbs. She has a lean but powerful build. Her skin is pale and she wears her hair loose, letting it fall past her shoulders in brown dreadlocks & beaded clumps. Her nose is long & her eyes are almond shaped (similar to the colour of dry moss). She is of average looks with some striking features.
Her clothing is practical to her career but still has its own added flare. She has a favourite grey flightsuit she's patched up with scraps of fabrics from around the galaxy, topping it off with combat boots.
Home Planet: Lok
Starting Planet: Inner Coruscant
Relations: Deceased
Character History:
Veeth was born on one of the first planets in the Karthakk system to be colonized-- the harsh world of Lok. Originally home to outlaws, they saw the world as a potential staging ground for raids into the Mid-Rim. Over time, Lok became known as a "pirate world," where anarchy and violence were the only constants.
Her parents died shortly after she was born while executing a raid in the Mid-Rim leaving Veeth to be raised by her older brother, Thost ( another pirate of the wasteland ). She learned to take care of herself quickly... fending for herself and drinking like a boy. The other pirates made it evident of their inhabitance with old abandoned shipwrecks, burned-out bases, abandoned settlements, and destroyed vehicles that littered the planet (infact, they lived out of one).
Her brother used to fix up old vehicles they would find and teach her how to use them. She would zip all over the countryside with them, finding at a young age she had a certain knack for piloting.
Since as young as she could remember, she had been accompanying her brother and his 2 crewmates on raids. When she was six he even taught her how to be a gunner. They lived happily together until she was 17-- her brother teaching her everything she knew--but one night, Thost had a little too much drink and got in a row with some outsiders. His crewmates stepped in to back him up, but they were out numbered.
They were beaten so badly that the next morning, when Veeth went looking for him, all she could recognise was a small charm bracelet around his wrist. They had stolen all the rest of his jewelry .. but left the bracelet. Perhaps they thought it wasn't any good to them, but to Veeth? It was priceless.
She was choked, but not too sad. Her brother had believed in this ancient religion called 'the force' and believed that when one dies they just become one with the universe. He wouldn't have wanted her to shed tears, she had to be tough ... for him.
She didn't linger, she packed up her belongings, traded some of her plunder for assistance with manning the Scarlet Spine and made her destination Coruscant. Her brother had always talked to her about how once he got enough money, he was going to send her to the academy and how she was going to get a career.
Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Pilot / Pirate
Skills:
Piloting, Dirty Fighting, & Negotiation. Veeth is as deadly with a blaster as she is with hand to hand combat.. not to mention her exceptional language skills and the ability to "smooth talk". She can be a cold b***h when she wants.
Veeth has been given a gregarious personality and a quick-thinking, versatile nature-- but one that is very emotional. She desires change, travel and enjoys opportunities that allow her to be creative and act independently, rather than to conform to system or routine. But she is constantly seeking something better for farther fields always look greener.
It is suspected she has a slight force sensitivity (making her an exceptional pilot).
Weapons: DL-44 blaster pistol
Ship: the Scarlet Spine
This antique Imperial Shuttle Craft ( Lambda-Class Shuttle ) has an unusually strong defensive shielding system-- equipped with light and deflective armor.
While this shuttle is generally best suited to fit space travel, atmospheric flight is made more stable by the ship's three huge. The large center wing is fixed and static, the port and starboard wings must be raised to a vertical position for landing. This feature makes the Imperial shuttle quite graceful during takeoffs and landings. Boarding and debarkation take place via a long, telescoping ramp that extends from the lower forward fuselage, just beneath the cockpit.
An unusial feature of the Lambda-class shuttle is its twin-gear landing system. A forward,third landing leg was made unnecessary by the shuttle's extremely heavy power core and hyperspace motivator unit, which ride squarely atop the ship's legwells. The great energies generated by the vessel's power plant allow it's high number of weapons emplacements, making the shuttle quit formidable when attacked. Rotating twin laser turrets on the leading edge of each lower wing give the ship a variety of possible firing arcs, and cannon emplacements affixed facing fore and aft provide secondary firepower.
Unfortunately this vessel takes 4 men to pilot and after a .. falling out on one of the last planets, Veeth has become crewless.
Personal Belongings: Her ship, a few credits, the clothes on her back .. Veeth lives out of her ship, basically and is always on the look out for a new mission.
Roleplay Sample
The dim library was royally deserted. Stacks of unorganized books lined the walls, dusty & piled high. Priscilla-May sat deeper in the cornmaze of spellbooks, quite a distance away from any exit and at a large wooden table. She could sit rigid, leaning over her books for hours on end. A candle-lit table with an assortment of thick texts had become quite accustomed to her.
"The Law of Attraction is not understood by a five-sensory intellect
unintegrated by the wisdom of the Soul, and this has been reflected in
shortcomings and in the principles, policies and practices of human
institutions such as government, slowing the evolution of human
consciousness and achievement."
She cracked her fingers a bit & put her hair up absently in a messy high-pony... never taking her eyes of the paper. "Cosmic Law - Attraction" by Helen Oscar; May scoffed silently, the sound piercing the heavy silence of the library. She figured if the laws of attraction were even remotely plausible ... wouldn't a certain someone be snogging her senseless over the table-top? Her breathing remained even, & her expression, studious.
"Laws of Attraction, my arse." She sucked lightly on the end of of her quill and jotted down a few additional notes.
Definately Accepted~ SK
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 10:53 am
Gaia Name: Wild Cards
Character Name: Jami Hailon
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Human (half-Echani)
Character Description: About 6'3", short, dirty blond hair (with a thin silver streak in it, due to his Echani heritage. The half-inch thick lock starts just above his right temple and ends near the center-right part of his scalp.), grey eyes, a pale complexion, a wiry build, and wears a light gray shirt, a dark grey flight jacket, black pants, and black boots
Home Planet: Ansion
Starting Planet: Coruscant
Relations: Father who acts as a mercenary, a mother who is a pilot
Character History: Jami was born to a family with a strong history of Echani mercenary honor. One of his ancestors was apparently a Jedi, but the gene seems to have died out. Jami was shown to be an extremely skilled pilot and extremely bright. However, this did not conform to the rigid standards of the Echani, and so he also was forced to learn how to wield a vibroblade. This should not have been hard, since although his family was not nomadic, they preferred the large grasslands of Ansion, which were an ideal training grounds, with plenty of space and animals for practicing his fledgling and forced sword abilities. It was hard, however, since Jami was not a swordsman, but a pilot. Finally, his parents took notice of his non-traditional abilities. At fourteen, he was given a Republic gunship as a present. He began a transport service, and four seats were added for long journeys. Rayce Alesan, a friend who was very deft with mechanics, built HVD-9, or Deenine for short, to assist in repairs and navigation. The business is now flourishing.
Jami has a calm, cool attitude that borders on indifference. When something goes wrong for him, he is expecting it and uses it as a learning experience. When something goes right for him, he is pleasantly surprised and moves on. He rarely complains, but also rarely smiles, preferring to just let things happen as they do. This laissez-faire indifference drives his parents insane, since they both believe in the rigid Echani rituals, but this attitude was amusing to his Jedi grandfather, who once stated that the attitude would have made him very popular with Jedi Masters who were tired of dealing with brash and rebellious canidates. His calm attitude is reflected in his preference of a one-handed Makashi swordplay style.
Jami is extremely bright, bordering on brilliance. However, he does have his weaknesses. He is physically slender, making him fast, but weak. His swordplay style relies on parrying blows, or striking before they can happen, a reflection of his physical status. Also, due to his aloof attitude, his solitary training, his isolation from others for most of his life, and a number of other reasons, Jami is a bit of a loner. He prefers to do things by himself, and he rarely makes friends. This is also part of the reason he prefers space to the ground, since he can just lose himself in the void. Also, since he nearly fell off of a cliff when training when he was six, he has a morbid fear of heights. Space is fine, since there is no ground; high up with ground visible, however, mortifies Jami, which is one of the few times he loses his calm demeanor.
Alignment: Neutral (Favors Republic policies, but transports anyone)
Occupation: Transport pilot
Skills: Piloting, swordsmanship, Force Adept (unknown for now)
Weapons: Echani vibroblade, a single-bladed teal lightsaber
Ship: Republic Gunship
Personal Belongings: HVD-9 droid, 1750 credits (only about 75 on him at the moment), black Jedi robes which he sometimes wears as a cloak (given to him by his grandfather), a green crystal given to him by his grandfather.
Roleplay Sample: Jami leaned back in his chair as he stared out into the black void of space. It was calming to him, though some agoraphobics were scared of it. He was only agoraphobic if there was ground below him; here it was tranquil.
Deenine beeped and chirped, and Jami looked at his watch translator. The small, hovering, black ball was telling him that they were about to exit hyperspace and come into orbit around Coruscant. Jami sighed in relief and looked back at the two passengers.
"ETA ten minutes sir, ma'am."
Deenine chirped again, and Jami smiled. The droid was a little black ball that was about the size of his fist. It had a single red "eye", and also had two small sockets that were blaster turrets. The droid was very useful, and he had never stopped thanking his friend, Rayce, for it. The droid could calculate navigation, repair the ship, and even control the usually manual turrets, all by resting in a small scoop that Rayce had created. Of course, the turrets could be used manually, and he would have preferred a co-pilot, but he wouldn't give up Deenine for anything.
He exited hyperspace and stared at the planet. It was comforting, somehow, but he preferred the black void of space. The two tourists, it seemed, did not. One of them let out an audible sigh, and the other stretched her legs. Jami turned to look at them with a slight smile.
He looked back in his viewport at the "jewel of the Republic". He always hated it, but business was good there. The gunship touched down on the surface of the planet, and the passengers disembarked, but not before giving Jami his sizeable fee. He figured he had earned the right to something fun for once, but it was a little more costly than he had thought. Two hours later he was in a cantina, looking for more work, Deenine hovering around him as he drank a cool, blue liquid.
Accepted. =3 ~SK
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