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 Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 6:55 am
Gaia Name: Vince Ecan
Character Name: Vecan
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Human / Echani Half breed.
Character Description: Black robes drape across his pale skin his face hidden with a dark shadow. Only his glowing emerald fire eyes are visible from under it.
Relations: None. Not after He killed his family to free himself from the torture that was there pleading.
Character History: Raised in a hovel on the sub levels of Coruscant, his family knew he was different from the beginning. As he grew he found he could influence people and push object with his mind. So one day during a routine family fight he killed them all in cold blood as the killing filled him he ripped out there entrails and ate them in front of there still living body's so they could see their son eating their hearts and flesh.
Personal Belongings: His Vibro-knife and his black robes that are not much more than rags stitched together.
Alignment: Dark Jedi / Sith
Occupation: Initiate
Skills: Emotionless killing and just plain ******** with people.
Flaws: He likes to find him self invincible so he is cocky as he fights even with his natural grace he has gotten badly injured before because of this.
Roleplay Sample:
Vecan looked around noticing the group of troopers and their odd lack of weapons and then one street over he saw a small group of survivors from the city trying to escape. Vecan motioned for ZERO to deal with the troopers as he was about to have fun with the survivors. He jumped down lightly from building to building and landed around the curb from were the people were so they would come around the bend and find him there. He let the force drift away from him and he took his mask and hit it. He leaned heavily on his staff and took on the appearance of an older man who was weak and very badly beaten.
The group came around the corner and saw him a few of the women rushed to his side asking him if he was alright. He kinda stumbled around before speaking,
“Oh, those terrible soldiers they came and beat me until I could barely move then they left me for dead over here. Then I laid there for a day before you finally found me.”
The survivors were oh so very sorry to hear of Vecan's plight. So he was accepted into the group and they walked around for the rest of the day looking for a good place to stay. They finally found a mostly intact building after dodging about four groups of wandering troopers. They settled into it, and blankets and cooking stuff out of nowhere Vecan was wondering about that part but his plan was going much to well to worry about such minor problems. He helped out with the cooking in the process he took a knife and some food and found a nice corner to hide in.
Once night had fallen and most were asleep he could pick out the night watchmen. He walked up still in his guise of the old man, and tapped one on the shoulder. He was very surprised and didn't expect to see Vecan up at this hour. Vecan guided him over to they were out of sight from the others. He raised a hand and the guards mouth slammed shut, Vecan let his mask float back up to his face. The mans face opened up into a look of shear terror as he realized what Vecan was. Vecan brought the knife up to the mans shoulder and began to peel the skin off of him. He continued this process until the skin draped off the mans torso in a kinda beautiful way. Vecan admired his work of art before he took a small handful of sand and he spun it up until it burned the oxygen a small flame burst out of the sand and he stopped it so the sand was now a few balls of molten glass he pumped the force into the drops of glass so that they would not cool off unless he let them... Then he dropped them into the mans open shoulders. They began to burn his muscles and it just burned into his body. The glass finally stopped in his lungs he let them cool so that he now would crack the glass when he breathed. Vecan walked away the man dieing with his skin hanging at his waist and breathing glass. He let a small laugh out and hobbled down into the corner he was sleeping in.
The morning dawned and the group found Vecan's work they all freaked out. Vecan drew himself up and lifted all of the people off there feet. He pulled the knife out of his robes... and his Crimson light saber. They flew through the air cutting all but three of them into 1 inch cubes. The three he left alive had the rune for death in his native language carved in there back chest and arms. He tossed them onto a pile of the cut up people and left the building laughing. He jumped up a roof of a tall building and waited until ZERO finished his assignment.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 8:17 am
Gaia Name:willyson99
Character Name:HK-43
Gender:Masculine programming
Age:N/A
Race:HK-Series Assassin Droid
Character Description:HK-43 is a slight copy of the HK-47 droid, the one he was made after. His armor plating color is obsidian black, with a red trim. He has no other features of HK-47 other then the body design. He has a A.I. that lets him take in everything he see's, and hears, then remember them. He has no malafunctions with his memory core if it is not wiped everyday.
HK-43's personality programing is slightly the same to HK-47's. He has a sence of humor (for a droid...) and is sarcastic and intimidating to his enimies. He is kind only to his 'Meatbag' payers. He mainly works for the New Republic, and the Imperial. He could care less for their meatbag probloms....
HK-43 has a speech trait that is unique to any HK Series assassin droid. For example, if he was threating any one, he would say first,''Threat:'' before saying anything.
HK-43 does not admire anyone, except for HK-47, the one he was modeled after.
Relations:Creator (dead)
Character History:
Made in the world of Coruscant by a droid part seller trying to get protection, he has at first a rag-tag Assassin droid. He did not have a stable sytem, causing him to kill his master. He took the droid-maker's ship and left straight away. He went to Nar Shadaa in look for a bounty. It was his programing. He found and client, that was willing to gove him brand new armor plating if he assassinat a certian wookie that owed him money from a game of pazzak. He went to the pazzak den and found the Wookie. He was well armed, he had a Wookie bowcaster. The droid dispatched of him with the snap of the neck. He took the blaster and walked away. He got what his client had promised. New armor platings, and a Wookie bowcaster.
Personal Belongings:
Manufatrued droid shock arm:The Droid shock arm was an upgraded droid utility item that delivered a jolt of electricity to an unsuspecting victim. This device had been popular for utility droids since it was easily hidden among the droid's other tools. This one is edited so that it can be used by and HK unit. It has two features, another change, stun, and kill.
Wookie bowcaster:The bowcaster (sometimes called the Wookiee Crossbow) was a Wookiee short-range or long-range projectile weapon that fired a metal quarrel enveloped in energy. Some variants had a capacity of twenty-four shots. He took this off of a fallen Wookie target. It was slightly changed so it could hold more shots.
Flame thrower:A flamethrower or flame projector was a weapon which fired a burning stream of liquid or gas. They were useful in close-quarters combat and attacks against caves and bunkers. They were also effective in boarding operations.
The Stalker: A stolen ship from Nar Shadaa, this small and stealthy ship has a cloaking device and light blasters. It is a new model, with the ability to shoot and stay cloaked for a short time.
Vibroaxe:A vibro-ax was simply a standard ax and handle-fitted with a vibration generator that, when fed by a power cell, caused the ax head to vibrate rapidly, thus causing more damage to a target
Alignment:Neutral
Occupation:Hunter-Killer Assassin Droid
Skills:A sharp shot, speaks in over 4000 different langueges, and is good in melee
Flaws:Gets distracted in close combat fights, talks to much, which has lost him some bountys.
Roleplay Sample:
HK-43 turned of the cloaking device in his ship as he saw Telos up ahead. He docked into the Citadel Station, slowly walking out. He was on a mission for the Imperial's. He waslked to the airlock, opening the door to the hallway. He made his way to the transit to Entertainment Module 081.
When he arrived he stepped out, only to be gretted by two mercinaries pointning guns and him.''Okay droid, your gonna come with us, or your gonna be hot, steaming slag.'' One of the mercinaries spat at him. ''Retorical query:Why should come with dead meatbages?'' He said, and before they could react, lifted his right had and zapped them to the ground. He walked away from the twitching, crisp bodies and walked into the cantina.
The cantina was filled with smoke and the floor was slippery from spilt drinks. He came up to a man watching the Twi'lek dancers, cherring them on. ''Rude inturruption: Hey, meatbag. I hope you savor those dancers while you can, because your dead. Slowly.'' He said, giving time for the spy to look over. ''Wait no, please no!'' But it was to late to beg for mercy. HK-43 drew his Vibroax and chopped of the spys feet. Before he could finish screaming, the droid cut of his hands, then sliced his head off, sending it flying and the dancers. They screamed and ran. Satisfied, HK-43 walked out of the catina, and into the transit.
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