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Gaia Name: Ksrugi
Character Name: Sans Malum
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Race: Nautolan
Character Description: Like most of his race, Sans stands at a respectable six feet with a respectable build for his body. Believing in simplicity, his clothing is modest and function rules over form with cloth covering his muscular frame. The only vanities he has are tattoos etched into the tentacles on his head, symbols representing the people he has met and glories achieved so far in life.

Despite what he may look, Sans can be a charming fellow with an excellent command of Galatic Basic. Proving himself to be a shrewd negotiator, he uses his species' abilities to probe his opponents in ways others cannot and, should the need ever arise, he knows in an instant if a situation has the potential to get nasty. Believing life to be short, yet fulfilling, he devotes himself to finding as many adventures as he can.

Relations: None
Character History: Sans began life as a slave. His first memories are of a huge auction with many despicable and disgusting creatures drooling over him and offering credits for the rights to his life. He grew under the "care" of a minor, yet still cruel Hutt, a hideous beast who used Sans' pheromone sensing abilities to weed out traitors and any potential malefactors. But after his sixteenth year, Sans was granted a chance to escape by way of the Hutt's second in command, an ambitious Twilek with murderous tendencies. Speaking in hurried whispers and living on just a prayer, Sans and the Twilek successfully staged a coup that ended with the death of the Hutt. In the ensuing chaos, Sans made a choice and killed his partner in cold blood, knowing that the a change in leadership would do nothing for his position. Taking what valuables he could, Sans kidnapped the Hutt's former personal pilot and stole a starship. After learning how to pilot the ship on his own and learning of many "alternative" ways to earning credits, Sans killed the pilot and began his journey across the galaxy.

After a decade of wandering, Sans has met many people and experienced many things. Serving as an enforcer, protector, smuggler, and many other roles opened his eyes and his mind to how life in the galaxy worked, but throughout, he could never find that which he hungered for. With the way current events are unfolding, perhaps this scoundrel could finally find his niche in the universe.
Personal Belongings: His clothing, a heavily modified blaster pistol, and a small starship

Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Scoundrel
Skills: Excellent blaster fighter, able to read people's moods because of his race's pheromone sensing abilities, force sensitive, skilled pilot
Flaws: Always pushing forward, it's quite possible that Sans has repressed many negative emotions that affect him at the worst times possible. Also, he is one to indulge in alcohol far too often and often to disastrous effect. Many problems are left unsaid and unresolved that in the end, cut him far deeper than any blade.

Roleplay Sample: "I assure you that my wares are of the finest quality. Acquired from reputable sources, I can guarantee that you will truly enjoy what recreation these spices have to offer."

Sans ran his hand over the chest sitting in front of him and then opened it, letting the array of spices dazzle his customer. Several different drugs were laid out neatly for all to see and there quite possibly was some finely ground glitterstim in the assortment. Sans closed the chest and let his fingers leave the container with a small flourish, his hand resting where his hidden blaster was. His Rodian customer sniffed and its eyes darted to and fro as it slowly made its way forward, its voice squeaking in approval and excitement. Sans held a hand out and then turned his palm up, a grin flashing across his face.

"But of course my friend, there is a price to pay."

The Rodian nodded frantically, as if the wait to indulge was too agonizing to bare. Its hand went into its coat, but Sans already sensed the spike of fear and the rush of adrenaline. Calmly and efficiently, Sans pulled out his blaster and fired one shot into the Rodian, leaving a smoldering hole in its forehead. Immediately, the Rodian's body went limp and the clatter of a vibroblade rang through Sans' ears.

"A shame."

A few moments later, Sans was on his way back to his ship, chest in tow and his pocket full of credits from the murdered "customer."

Wow, a fellow squid-head. Approved -EK

Gaia Name: Blade Icestorm
Character Name: Rexxar
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Race: Human
Character Description: http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr155/Winters_Blade/images-1.jpg
Relations: Father-decessed, Mother-decessed, no siblings
Character History: His father was a commander of the empire. Rexxar was proud and loved to think he was part of the Empire. Then the day came when his father was sent to another planet to fight an unknown threat. Rexxar had snuck aboard the ship. As the troops were sent out Rexxar was about to call to dad when he saw a man with a blue lightsaber leap out and strike them all down. Rexxar dragged his father on the ship and cried over him as the ship launched. He was taken by pirates on his random course and in a rage Rexxar killled them with his fathers vibrosword. He grew up then and decided to seek his life away from the Empire, he blamed them for the death of his father.
Personal Belongings: Bag with basic needs (toothbrush, blanket, etc), vibrosword, blaster pistol

Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Merchant
Skills: Bartering, firearms, pilot (space), Mechanic
Flaws: short temper, ego

Roleplay Sample: He walked into the docking bay of his ship and slung his leg over his swoop bike. Turning it on he indulged in a brief moment feeling the hum of the engine beneath him. He then roared out of his ship towards the marked location. When he arrived the gaurds took his weapons and let him inside. He walked to the man and handed over the payment then inspected the goods. "Everything you need?" lerista nodded and handed him the rest of the payment. "Never give full amount till goods are checked." The man nodded and Rexxar sent for a docking droid and went back to the ship. WHen he arrived he smiled and sighed. It wast time to go back to Nar Shadaa to deliver some more spice to his customer. he then turned the ship online and made sure the goods were in before he sent the ship on its intended course.

Modified

Better, even he has a bit of a stereotypical tragic childhood. Approved -EK

Gaia Name:Vamp_from_hell
Character Name: Zanja Pna
Gender: Male
Age:20
Race: Jawa
Character Description: Zanja looks like most Jawa. He wears a dirty brown robe and has the trademark glowing yellow eyes. You really couldn't tell him apart from another Jawa.

Relations: None.
Character History: Zanja is a Jawa from deep in the wastes of Tatooine. Like most of his kind he is a scavenger of machine parts and droid. In his Sand Crawler he had a reputation for being able to sell anyone anything for a good price and fix almost anything. He caught the eye of another Jawa in another clan and a marriage was arranged between Zanja and the other Jawa's daughter. Zanja himself negotiated the terms of course.

However during his Sandcrawler's travel it was attacked by the Sand People and destoryed. Everyone aboard but him was killed. He surived only because a pile of junk fell on him and knocked him out cold, hiding him from the Sand People.

When he awoke the Sand Crawler was a smoking wreck and everyone aboard killed. Grabbing what he could, he made a long trek across the desert heading to Mos Eisley. He lives like he did before, selling wreckage and old junk thought not as well off. Recently however he's been feeling as if there is something more for him out there...in the galaxy. Unlike many Jawa, Zanja wants to leave the planet and explore the galaxy ( and make a quick credit or two from the stuff he finds).

Unknown to him, Zanja's is a force sensitive, which could account why he is good at repairing things.



Personal Belongings: His cloak of course, any scavenged items he has found, and a small customized blaster rifle.

Alignment:Neutral at the moment
Occupation: Scavanger and repair man (( or repair Jawa?))
Skills: Zanja is very good at fixing and repairing droids and speeders. So far he has not yet found a droid he couldn't fix. while he hasn't gotten to repair a starship or any of the like, if given time and motivation, he may be able to learn at a quick pace.
Flaws: Zanja loves money. Everything he does at the moment is for the credits. while he may eventually change, right its all about the Credits. He's also not well off in combat, all he knows is to aim the blaster and shoot and even at aiming he's not so well at.

Roleplay Sample: Zanja traveled along the streets of the bustling Mos Eisley, a large sack on his back. He was off to find the local droid merchant and see what he could get for the parts he recovered. It was a good haul today, a broken hydrospanner, couple of droid parts and even a piece of a broken speeder from the race the other day.

He entered the shop the human owner immediately smiling, knowing that the Jawa always brought the best to him, or so he had been told. Truth is that Zanja had lied to many droid merchants around town, saying they all got his best items, which of course they believed and paid him extra for all his junk. " What have you got for me today Zanja? Hopefully some more parts eh?" the man said looking at the Jawa

"< Of course. From the wastes I bring you many many droid parts and some components from a crashed speeder>" Zanja said in Jawese. He found it comforting that most merchants know his speak. It made it easier to get money from them. " < For this batch I'll ask for....500 credits" he said nodding to the merchant.

" Well...Zanja I'll give you one hundred credits and the chance to get out of here unscarred for lieing to me you little nerf-herder! You've been giving me terrible parts for unreasonable prices! You tell everyone you give them your best and its all junk!" the Merchant yelled. He gave a yell and two Rodian thugs came out of the back room. " Rough him up boys and take all his credits and his junk. Maybe I can use some of it!" the merchant said as the thugs started wailing on the Jawa....

A few hours later, Zanja woke up beaten and bruised in an alley way, with no credits, no supplies, nothing...


Fun, a Jawa. Extra points for thinking outside the box. Approved -EK

Gaia Name: Trueblade Z
Character Name: Zaaka (Zak) Telos
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Togruta
Character Description:
Zak is tall for his age but not as muscular as he should be. Unlike most Togruta, he stays isolated and distant to others. His eyes are a deep blue and he keeps a steady smile even when frustrated. He wears typical Togruta dress but often dresses in simple clothes. He has a darker shade of red skin than other Togruta and he sharpens his already pointed teeth.
Relations:
Two older brothers, mother and father, all deceased - Killed by an Akul
One older sister, Jaala Telos - Lone survivor besides Zaaka of Akul attack on tribe.
Character History:
Zak was born on Shilli and was the youngest son of Keytho Telos, a tribe leader and famed Akul hunter. Zak learned how to hunt at an early age and was chosen to be the next leader of the tribe after his father. His father wore many pieces of jewelry made from teeth and claws of his successful Akul slayings. Zaaka and Keytho spent four years protecting their village from a rare albino Akul that Zaaka called, Whitefur due to its albino traits. Zaaka never had the chance to become a famed hunter like his father due to Whitefur attacking his village at night and killing everyone but Zaaka and his older sister, Jaala, who was pregnant at the time of the attack but depression and injury led to the loss of the unborn infant. Zaaka and Jaala left Shilli while a transport ship came to deliver supplies to a small village. Eventually settling on Felucia where they found out that jedi master Shaak Ti resided, Zaaka had aspired to meet the famed togruta to help him in slaying Whitefur and possibly become an apprentice to the jedi. Eventually, Zaaka found that during a duel with Galen Marek, Shaak Ti had thrown herself into the massive Sarlaac. Zaaka became a hunter and during one trip, he found himself confronting a female rancor who was about to kill her young. Using a simple blade made of steel, he managed to save one rancor young, a runt, who he would call Stubby due to his shorter than normal arms. Zaaka then made a blade out of found Rancor claws in the Felucian, "Rancor Graveyard" During Maris Brood's slip into the Dark Side, Felucia became corrupted and Jaala died. Zaaka became dark and moody and fled Felucia to travel the galaxy in a stolen small transport ship which Zaaka christened the Bull Rancor to find a suitable home for him and Stubby.
Personal Belongings:
YT-1930 modified transport Ship - The Bull Rancor, Rancor Runt - Stubby, Rancor Claw Blade and an akul tooth necklace that Jaala gave him.
Alignment: Neutral - Possible influence of Dark Side due to his chaotic emotions due to his sister's death and idealogies of vengeance.
Occupation: Hunter and merchant. He hunts wild animals and sells his spoils at a low cost to poor families.
Skills: Can tame juvenile Rancor. Sensitive to the dark side. Fights well with blades. Good stealth and hunting skills. Agile.
Flaws: Influenced by the dark side and can become frenzied when he sees a wild animal attack anything that cannot defend itself.
Roleplay Sample:
Zaaka peered out over the Felucian landscape. Closing his deep blue eyes, Zaaka breathed in the Felucian air feeling the Dark Side influence that Maris Brood left behind after the death of her master, Shaak Ti. Zaaka had hoped to meet Master Ti one day but he knew he would never meet her. Jumping down from his perch, Zaaka began to follow a young Acklay that had wandered from its mother. Making sure he did not step on any twigs and alert his prey, Zaaka ran quietly over the ground and stalked the creature. As the Acklay paused Zaaka was attacked from behind. The mother had been following him all along and had ambushed him. Knowing he would probably die at the claws of the full grown creature, Zaaka fled into the brush, eventually losing the creature after ten minutes.

After awhile, Zaaka paused not knowing where he was. Large skeletons littered the surrounding landscape and a large Bull Rancor corpse lay half decayed on the ground. Hearing a distant snarl, Zaaka crouched behind a large rock and peered at a female Rancor and her two young. The female sniffed at the Bull Rancor and Zaaka determined that the female was its mate before it died. One of the Rancor babies was smaller than a normal infant and Zaaka kept an eye on it. He would kill it and his small village would be able to feed. As Zaaka stood up to attack, the mother decided to attack her children. The runt had lumbered away and was sniffing around near Zaaka. The mother Rancor quikly dispatched her larger child and began to come toward the runt. The mother pinned the runt down and was about to kill it as Zaaka jumped onto the mother's swinging tail. The mother spun around trying to get her attacker but Zaaka climbed up onto the creature's back. Narrowly dodging the monsters large claws, Zaaka plunged his short steel blade into the Rancor's skull and killed it.

Zaaka yelled triumphantly and noticed the surviving infant eying him up. With his weapon lodged in the mother's skull, Zaaka stood waiting for the Rancor to run.
"Well... what are you going to do little one?" Zaaka shouted. Zaaka walked toward the rancor and touched its head. It was not much shorter than Zaaka and he had short arms. The rancor licked Zaaka and the togruta fell back.
"Well... I guess you are friendlier than most rancor."
The infant cocked his head then let out a small sound that sounded like a growl and a purring sound at the same time.
"Well I always wanted a pet... now what to call you..." Zaaka said, he then saw the short arms again. "Come here Stubby." Tha rancor walked over to Zaaka and allowed him to climb on his back. The togruta and his new Rancor headed for the village.
"How am I going to explain you to Jaala? She is going to go crazy..." Zaaka laughed and patted Stubby's head.

You have a baby rancor for a pet? It's like Silri and Maris all over again. Approved, but tread carefully. -EK

Gaia Name: agronaut
Character Name: Triaes (usually called Trace)
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Race: Nagai
Character Description: Black hair kept around 5cm long and usually spiked back. Pale skin. Short compared to an average human. He has a scrawny look that belies the hunter’s physique he keeps under his Electromesh Armor. He has dark piercing eyes and a voice that ranges in pitch and tone from terrifying to soothing at a moments notice.

Relations: An exile, he has been disowned.
Character History: Triaes began his life hard. He was trained to be an elite Nagai warrior and defend his people from the Tof. He showed much promise in his melee training and just below average shooting skills. He soon fell in love with his mentor’s daughter. He was spending so much time trying to woo her that he was slowing in his progress to becoming a full soldier. His mentor was puzzled as to why, and when he found out, he was furious. He challenged Triaes to an honor duel. When Triaes inevitably lost, he was stripped of all honor and ordered to never return.

Broken hearted, the bitter Nagai made money by hunting bounties. He started with small jobs at first, and soon he became well known for his Tehk’la blades. He invested in a new Firespray-31. Not wanting to be confused with the Mandalorian bounty hunter Boba Fett, he painted his ship matte black. He took a bounty on a Jedi thinking it would bring him prestige and honor.The ordeal nearly killed him. He was unprepared to deal with the force and a lightsaber on his first attempt. It cost him several of his blades and his blaster. He spent a month building up an arsenal that could take down a jedi. Because he was almost hit with one of his own bolts, he picked up a small flechette pistol. He also scrounged up enough supplies to give two of his blades a cortosis weave. It was another full month before he was able to track down the jedi again, and this time he used every trick he knew to get the drop on him. Even injured, the jedi proved to be a match for him, but he managed to nick the force user enough to slow her down. He seized his advantage and finished the job. Trace worked quickly to bring in his bounty. He could rest happily though, knowing that having hunted a jedi, his name would soon be known.

Personal Belongings: Electromesh Armor; longer than normal Tehk’la Blades with cortosis weave; FWG-5 Flechette pistol, Firespray-31 Class Patrol and Attack Craft Darkblade.

Alignment: Imperial (for now)
Occupation: Bounty hunter
Skills: Melee prowess. Dexterous, fair piloting skills, can be very diplomatic and perswasive.
Flaws: Hard time understanding human emotion; he is not tough at all, and takes a long time to recover from injuries; feels honor bound to stand and fight any who insult him.

Roleplay Sample: Trace pressed his back against the wall and fought to catch his breath. Focus, you need to focus. He blinked away sweat from his eyes. He slid out two of his Tehk’la blades. He gave them a twirl in his hands and readied himself. He needed to hurry if he was to catch this jedi before she left the planet. I just wish these rodders would stop getting in my way. He thought. He peeked down the dark corridor and spotted two of the soldiers that were between him and his payday. And how does a Jedi hire such good security anyway? He spun away from the corner and entered the hallway running. He leaped up into a tumbling front flip with hardly a thought. He turned his head as he tumbled in mid air. He ran the calculations in his head for a split second before releasing his blades. He quickened the pace of his spin as the blasterbolts flew by his head and shoulders. He was no longer upside down. As he righted himself, he slowed his rotation and took the final step that separated the two opposing sides. He deftly dodged a swipe from one of the blasters and grabbed the Tehk’la from his victim’s abdomen. The danger with his blades was not their entrance wounds. He slid the vibrating weapon out and could feel the serrated edge cut through layers of flesh. He dropped to a knee as he made another 360 degree turn, slicing again his first victim, this time under the arm, almost completely severing it. As he did so, his other arm reached out and took hold of his second Tehk’la. He reversed and spun the opposite direction to a standing position. Again he could feel the long knifes shear through tissue. This time, the first nearly had his head taken off, and the second lost his arm at the elbow. He made one final semi-rotation back, bringing both blades in a downward diagonal slash, felling his last opponent. He considered taking thier blasters to use of maybe even sell, but he didn’t think long. These were warriors that died doing their duty, they at least deserved to be found holding on to their tools. He swiped down quickly, clearing the blood off of his still humming swords. He turned toward the door out. It was time to finish this.

Approved -EK

Gaia Name: Blackrose_VAL3NTINE

Character Name: Reth Scilen

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Race: Human

Character Description: A powerful user of the force that can cause great destruction if provoked.

Relations: Brother=Kundmar Scilen

Character History: Born on the planet of Apatros, Reth has seeked to confront and kill all Jedi that stands in his way, because when he was a mere child, the Jedi raided his entire planet and left it in ruins, and he seeks revenge. Reth has been studying the ways of the force ever since that day, and he plans to become a Sith Lord so he can have enough power to lead a raid of his own on the Jedi.

Personal Belongings: Warrior's Hood, Sith Armor, Bow with Flaming Arrows, Hidden Blade.

Alignment: Dark Jedi

Occupation: Comes up with secret schemes to rid the galaxy of the Jedi, then he sells the plans to the Sith Council.

Skills: Excellent Jumper, Has Fast Speed, Nice Lightsaber-Weilding Skills, Has Excellent Long-Distance Aim with Bows and Arrows, Great Leader

Flaws: His anger gets into his way, causing him to go in a rage that he has no control of, until the damage has already been done.

Roleplay Sample:Reth Scilen sneakily stalks the group of Jedi inside the temple from the beams high above the ground, as he waits for the perfect time to strike their leader, who is the most powerful Jedi the force has ever seen. Then, he threw something at a far away window, which distracts the Jedi long enough for him to take-out their leader and make a clean escape. then he leaps from the beams with his double-bladed lightsaber and lands onto their leader, with his lightsaber plunging straight into his spine as his last breath fades and dwindles away.

Roleplay Sample #2: (please don't be upset, I just got another good idea.) A group of the highest-ranking Jedis are busy at a table inside the Jedi Temple trying to figure out ways to stop a secret Dark Jedi from causing people from disappearing into the shadows and winding up dead. Suddenly, all of them stand up, except for one. When they ask him what is wrong, he slowly stands, but falls face-first onto the table, revealing a lightsaber plunged into his back.

Appearance:


There's so many problems with this profile, I don't know where to start. There is no Sith Council. There are only two Sith Lords (Palps and Vader). All pictures must be linked. Your description is grossely exaggerated to make him appear like a demi-god. The history is a bit iffy as well, and your list of skills make you almost a god-modder. Add to the stereotypical flaws and an item list that belongs on a character from 4000 years ago, and your profile if a blight. The only saving grace are some decent, if short samples. Still, under no circumstances, is this profile approved. Rejected. -EK