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Darth Mitch

PostPosted: Sat Jun 04, 2005 5:57 pm


Gaia Name: Darth Mitch
Character Name: Darth Mitch/ Mitch
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Race: Human
Character Description: Looks like my avatar except is missing his left arm (for now)

Home Planet: Tatooine
Starting Planet: Korriban
Relations:none
Character History: Not much is known about him, he was a member of the dark jedi during the hunt for force users, he left korriban with his master draimen to train.

Alignment: evil
Occupation: Dark Jedi
Skills: +'s = strength, intelligence, stealth.

Weapons: two vibro swords
Ship: none (left it at korriban three years ago when he left to train)
Personal Belongings: damaged lightsaber from the ship him and his master took.

Roleplay Sample:


He stood up and uncrossed his arms looking at his master, giving him a look of bordom.

I find this boring, however I do look forward to traing... I have forgotten how boring this space travel could be. With your permission I shall be in my room meditating until we arrive at naboo.

His master nodded and he headed down the ships hallways to the room he had spotted and claimed as his when he and his master first borded the ship, he closed the door and sat on the flood with his legs crossed. He looked over the broken lightsaber for a while before he began to focus and let the force flow through him.

soon I shall be training with my master... and then the next time we return to korriban the other students will be beneath me, I shall be powerful and I shall show them that my unique thinking and the difference between me and the sith of old is what made me strong... perhapes I shall bring about new sith beliefs and codes... I just wonder how the old sith lord is holding out.

As time went by he did various work outs that his master had shown him, he was mainly interested in the training he would get on all the planets his master and he were going to go to.

Accepted ~ Sephi
PostPosted: Sat Jun 04, 2005 11:01 pm


Gaia Name: Darth_Merciless
Character Name: Darth Merciless or Merciless
Gender: Male
Age: Unreveled for now
Race: Human
Character Description: Normal Stature and build but a bad attitude and a cold heartless stare.
Home Planet: Beyond the Outer Rim
Starting Planet: Corusaunt
Relations: None
Character History: Arrived in the galactic core a few weeks ago. Headed to the Jedi Archives Public Wing on Coruscant to find information on a specific Jedi who was once part of the Order. Unable to find the current whereabouts of this Jedi, the nameless bounty hunter adopts the name Darth Merciless from a Sith in an ancient battle between Jedi and Sith also found in the archives.
Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Skills: Has a nack for computers and technology, knows several unarmed fighting styles and is unnaturally strong for a human

Weapons: Carries 2 short daggers made of mineral (metal, not saber blade) and 2 crudely made variable shot (single shot or rapid fire) blasters
Ship: small one man ship, does not match any ship in the Republic or the Imperial Remenant
Personal Belongings: Carries a small communications device, Audio Com only.
Roleplay Sample: ::After finding nothing about the Jedi he was seeking in the archives, Merciless heads to a local shipyard in charge of custom refits.::
Droid:: Welcome. May I hel..............
::Merciless pushes the droid aside and turns the Computer Terminal to face him. He enters a request to bring up a list of names, people who have had refits for the past year:: Nothing........Nothing......!
::A name catches his eye, he grabs the droid by the neck:: Where did this man go?! Was he with a female! Answer!
Droid::I...ah....don't recall.....
Merciless:: You fool......I KNOW HE WAS HERE........TALK!!
Droid:: I'll have to report......akk....you.....to the......authorities.......
::A loud snap and small explosion alerted the worker droids to the area, but before they arrived, Merciless had taken a flight plan of the ship that the Jedi had taken and left::
Not what I was after but, it's a start ::Merciless activates a com signal to report what had happened for a few minutes and heads off to find his Jedi::

Accepted ~ Sephi

Darth_Merciless


Mr. AmsteL
Vice Captain

PostPosted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 3:49 am


Gaia Name: Sephiroth_2000
Character Name: Mato inforr
Gender: male
Age: 32
Race: Rodian
Character Description: Mato is a silent rodian of normal built, and is a regular in several cantinas on tatooine. A silent drinker with an unknown background, and who has the right info if you are looking for the right cause
Home Planet: Tatooine (slave quarters)
Starting Planet: Tatooine
Relations: single
Character History Mato was born in the slave quarters of mos espa, as many rodians on tatooine. when Mato was 17, his "owner" was slaughtered by a group of raiders that were knocking off his weapon store. Mato was now free, but his life was formed by his slavery. He could not get another job, and quickly fell into stealing, scrap hunting and drinking, as did many on tatooine. Mato had no faith in the republic, it never helped him, nor the other slaves. A month ago, Mato finally got a job, a curious one, but it fitted his life. A man, who presented himself as Tui oppoy, approached him for a job against the republic... a job that interested Mato.
Tui informed about a secret faction rising, ready to oppose the republic. Mato tought giving all systems in the republic independence would be better indeed, the republic hardly did anything usefull for most planets and this would ease the control of systems, and bring help to lots of planets...
Mato took the job of informator for this faction on tatooine. In the cantinas a lot of stories against the republic could be heard, and mato soon got the name of a good talk if you want to discuss the republic, and became popular by opposers. And, for the ones who seemed suitable, mato could organize meetings with Tui for people who seemed interested to join this faction, on random locations, usually on tatooine. Mato has been on the planet where the faction is, but does not know the name or location out of safety reasons. Only Tui can bring people to the planet, but Mato is an important piece of the chain to find members for the faction, which is known to Mato as "TA", he does not know where it stands for however

Alignment: TA
Occupation informant, to bring people to the TA
Skills: Charismatic, good drinker, friendly

Weapons: small gun
Ship ----
Personal Belongings: A poor man, mato owns little more then a small quarter in Tatooine, and a lot of info against the republic. he does not need more as he is usually in the cantina.

Roleplay Sample
"One beer please bartender!"

Mato waited in his usual spot of the cantina. It was quiet, but it was early. Only the usual guests were there, again discussing the adventures as pilots in their youth, stories they told at least once a week. Mato knew the stories by head, he wasn't interested. He sat there, waiting... someone would probably come in and rant about the republic, at least he hoped, he was in for a good talk, and if he managed to get members for the TA, Tui would pay him extra.. and more money means more drinks, and drinks are the best way to convert people that the galaxy knows...

This new job could get me rich... if I can get enough drinks


Mato smiled a bit by the thaught of that, meanwhile the bartender came to him and served his beer. "You know where to send them to ey?"

"Of course Mato... republicranters will come to you, I'll make sure... but your reputation on discussions should be big enough to make them find you by themmselfes by know, eh?"

"Sure it is mate, thanks"

Mato leaned back and nipped his ale, the nice, bitter taste made him feel happy. He took a quick glance at his watch, then at the door. A man was coming in, perhaps his first...'costumer'
PostPosted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 4:32 am


Gaia Name: Demonic Expert
Character Name: Swex Char
Gender: Male
Age: Maniacs age+3
Race: Human
Character Description: 1,92 tall, blue eyed, red long haired.. Swex looked pretty similar to the missing master Maniac, they could be relatives. Swex looked much older though, he looked 45 to 50. He had long hair, was bearded and more wrinkled than maniac, therefor noone ever saw reality... It was maniac, he just had some plastic surgery and grew his hair to look different, and get back into the jedi order under a different name.

Home Planet: Talravin
Starting Planet: Coruscant
Relations: single
Character History Read maniacs.
When maniac left to the AMGA-305 system, on his quest for the Natural force users and to free the galaxy of the republic, he took several identities. To the jedi he is now known as swex, a jedi with a lot of potential that came to the academy 5 months after Maniac dissapeared. Unnaturally strong for an initiate, but not just with the lightside. He was on the level of just below master, but also had knightlike darkside potential... Troughout the training, both equalled out on "Guardian level", where he is now. He slowely starts improving again, Swex works hard to get back to master level but the progress goes slowely due to his neutrality. The masters sense the neutrality but let him go on, as he seems to just use the lightside. They wonder where his strenght came from this quickly, not knowing he trained with them as maniac before...
It now is maniac, or swex's new goal to regain the strenght he had as a master.
The other identities he still has are maniac, as he is known as in the alliance where he trains his own Natural force users, and commands a militairy section, and his 3th identity is Tui oppoy, under this name Maniac attempts to gain TA members from the rest of the galaxy...

Alignment: Jedi
Occupation please make me guardian or whatever we call it seph?... mrgreen
Jedi/dark jedi Jedi
Skills: Strenght, piloting, speed

Weapons: 2 lightsabers, both blue
Ship Heavily modified x-wing
Personal Belongings: datapad, 2 medpacks, standart jedi shizzle

Roleplay Sample
"ALL HAIL THE EMPIRE!"
Soon, Swex noticed that the middle of the senate was not the best place to shout this and had to make a run for it...

Mr. AmsteL
Vice Captain


Dessan

PostPosted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 9:28 am


Gaia Name: Dessan
Character Name: Rez locrest
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Race: FarGouhl
Character Description: Standing about 5'5 he is tale for his race. and adorns himself in the latest fassion of the planets he visits and is wearing the most expensive he can affored with jewlery and soft fabrics rearly seen with a shirt unless it is most required. his ears are punched nad periced 4 times eachhis long twiny fur that adorns his body is of the darkest black. his eyes are a most dark and hollowed violet. he does have a tattoo that adorns his back of an aunk with a flaming black dragon the head rests upon the front of his chest.

Home Planet: Naboo
Starting Planet: Dagobah
Relations: Family is desiest
Character History Born on naboo he tended to stay in the capital city well what was left of it. he gained the skills of his family and used them wellt o servive he was a theif and a remarkable escape artiest.cought by what was left of naboos high archy while raiding the temple ruins he manadged to find a ship that was flyable and headed deep into space. the ship was set to auto piolet so he let it take him where ever. he crashlanded on Dagobah and has lived there for several years.

Alignment: Nuetral
Occupation Theif/Force Adept
Skills: Computer use, piloting, Theivery, and enganiering

Weapons: 2 Vibro daggers a light dagger and a Force staff.
Ship: Shadow Claw
Personal Belongings: An anciet Sith talismen handed down in his family for hundreds of years the meaning and what it is forgotten amongst his family with this Talismen came a tomb and large box of holocrons encoded in sith glyphs.

Roleplay Sample: moving through the swamps his head is bowed he has been wearing a skirt of deepest gray. his foot falls are silent his tail wrapped around his waist the staff in his hand the blades hangging open ly around his belt. the talisman displayed proudly around his neck. a napsack rests at his leftside as it hangs form his body. he is coming back to the home he has built out of the ship he had stolen from the temple ruins it was old but he had fixed it up and managed to keep power to it for many years. he had no intent on excape as that was impossable at this point.the winds blew as the soft twiny fur on his body blew softly to his left as did the parchment he had written on that now hung around his wrists that was attached to the metal rings that where his braslets. the silver softly adorned his fasice and accented his prowlles. he turned on the destress becon when he sat down in the chair of the c**k pit he did it out of habbit though he had no real intent on leaveing unless someone gave him a real reason too.

Accepted ~ Sephi
PostPosted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 11:25 am


Gaia Name: Zelkin Centuron
Character Name: Same
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Race: Human
Character Description: Stands barely above six feet tall wth green eyes that have a silver haze. In truth he has retina implants behind his eyes for visonary correction. Sun cooked skin and brown hair seem to give a wilderness look to him and his usually half shaved beard doesn't help. He is of medium plus build and fairly strong when it comes to manual labor, being of farming heritage.

Home Planet: Dantooine
Starting Planet: Kashyyk
Relations: On Kashyyk? Sent there by the order for experienced training.
Character History Son of a famer he was enwrapped in a killing his father committed and the jedi inspected. He never liked his fathers habits or how well he covered them up but when he saw how the jedi strove for peace and justice he saw a future for himself. He enrolled and joined in the Order. He never really understood too much about supernatural affects of the force so he focused on skills and melee.

Alignment: Light side
Occupation Jedi Guardian
Skills: Currently an Initiate. So fairly weak but is very talented in the herbal department and in hand to hand fighting. He can pick some locks and has a basic plus comprehension of computer software. He's a talented pilot and a tactical analyst.

Weapons: Hoping to get to the point of double lightsabers, if that happens then I will have a slightly longer blue lightsaber with a slightly shorter green one. Always has a blaster on hand.
Ship Early A-wing model.
Personal Belongings: A small diary usually kept folded away. A small tactical holocron of the galaxy. Always has a holopad for hooking up to a computer and using it to interface with the mainframe. Always has a well hidden lock pick set.

Roleplay Sample
After waking up the first thing he did was grab his lightsaber. Its blue tint illuminated the room in a burst of brilliant light and exosed his enemies. He lept up from his bed and cried out,"Is there no place for comfort?" Before lunging for one of there torsoes.

You don't pick your Jedi rank, we do ~ Sephi

Zelkin Centuron


Dani Hyrosha

IRL Shapeshifter

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PostPosted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 6:33 pm


Gaia Name: Dani Hyrosha
Character Name: Kana Denal
Gender: female
Age: 35 or so
Race: Clawdite
Character Description: tall and slender, blonde hair, blue eyes, usually a pale complextion

Home Planet: Smugglers Run count?
Starting Planet: Wherever the Jedi are, probably Coruscant
Relations: none
Character History daughter of two Clawdite smugglers, Kana was at the Run when they were killed durring a weapons run. She was a smuggler for a while, but when she was about 14, was found by the Jedi and trained under them. (the rest, I dunno if I should rewind her or say what happened here. Depends if I get my old rank back)

Alignment: light
Occupation Jedi
Skills: Piloting, Droid Skill, Computer Skill, bad with Demolition, strength

Weapons: lightsaber, blaster rifle, sometimes an explosive or two
Ship: "Ice Wing" smuggling frieghter
Personal Belongings: one astromech "RC" and one pit droid she restored

Roleplay Sample
(first post from GOTUR)

Kana wakes to her alarm buzzing next to her bed. She slaps it, leaning too far over and rolling out of bed. She jolts upright and looks around. There never is anyone in her room this early in the morning, but she always checks out of habit.

She runs a hand through her hair and untangles herself from her many blankets. Living on Hoth for ten years, she was used to the morning chill, even indoors. She dresses in her warm classic Jedi robes and looks in the mirror. Like all Clawdite, her face, hair and eye color can change at will. They do so now, and she soon sees the face of a young woman with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She yawns as she leaves her room.

She walks to the large mess hall, knowing that the shield doors have not opened yet, since it is still just after dawn. After getting a warm breakfast, she sits down and trys to see who is up this early.

Dani's Note:
can I keep my old rank? Or should I rewind my character?

Accepted ~ Sephi
PostPosted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 6:51 pm


Gaia Name: Vamp_from_hell
Character Name: Zackaroth
Gender: Male/Female/niether: male
Age: 14
Race: Human
Character Description: Zackaroth has brown hair and brown eyes. His clothes are sand people robes that he found one day while searching the destert for Womp Rats. He looks skinny but not really skinny. somewhere in the middle. He stands are about 5;9. He has a brunt mark on both of his arms.

Home Planet: Oringally Corllia but his parents moved to Tatooine
Starting Planet: Tatooine
Relations: He only has his mother and father.
Character History: Zackaroth was boprn on Corilla but was moved to the harsh desterts on Tatooine. There he lived most of his life helping his parents sell stuff in a small village to small to be noticed by the republic or imperials. Both his arms were brunt badley during a mistake he made while helping his dad make weapons. His father is a weapon smith. He helps his father build Vibroblades and small blasters to protect the village from sand people. They even went as far as to help build a small shuttle port and turrets around the city. His mother is a tailor who make clothes for the people. Zackaroth his force senseitive and knows it since a passing exiled Jedi told him so. The jedi soon dissappeared later. he wanted to become a jedi but after the attacks by the fake jedi he deciced against it. He went as far to craft his own lightsaber but never has used it since the lack of a crystal.

Alignment: He perfers to stay netural for now.
Occupation: Sells weapons and clothing.
Skill: Hes good at making stuff like blasters or vibroblades if you give him blueprints and time.

Weapons: A blaster and vibroblade.
Ship: None. But he has a speeder bike.
Personal Belongings: He has a smal R2 unit he nicknamed sparky.

Roleplay Sample An example of your RP style: Zakaroth sat at his father's stand. Infront of him lied blasters,vibroswords and clothing. It was a slow day and he was falling alseep reading about the Republics final victory against the Empire. He could careless about it since his town was to small...to far from republic or imperial eyes. He was just fine from were he was. Suddenly the loud bell rangthrew the town. The sand people were attacking.

People ran to the turrets he and his father help built. one man who was running to the turret was shot down by a Sand man. Zackaroth quickly left his stand and ran to the empty turret. His father yelled at him to turn back but Zackaroth wasent listening. He got into the turret and began firing. The Sand people fired back as the blaster bolts hit the turret. Soon they were able to push the sand people back into the hot destert. The people left there turrets and cheered. Victory over the sand people was always a cause to celebrate. friends patted Zackaroths head. His father came to the crowd. Zackaroth hung his head down but his father put his hand on his shoulder and smiled.

His father was proud.....

(( Query: How will I be informed that I have been accpected?? I have looked at the other posters but have not seen a comment by the mods. Can you answer this for me?sorry if this is messy but im typing in the dark since my mom makes me turn off the lights during a storm.))

Accepted ~ Sephi

Vamp_from_hell

Profitable Capitalist


CrusaderEnclave

PostPosted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 1:54 am


Gaia Name: CrusaderEnclave
Character Name: Max Bartley
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Race: Human
Character Description: Short and thin of build, Max stands only a hair over 5'4" tall, and weighs only a little over 120 lbs. He is however, quite muscular and strong, for his frame, and quite fast, with great reflexes.
Max never really was an Imperial, or Republic soldier, however, he likes to dress the part. After all, it is much easier to trust in the skills of one you believe has military training, than one that is just a civilian. He wears his clothes crisp and clean, though untucked, as he hates the tight, uncomfortable feeling of standard military dress. He wears Imperial Navy pants, dark blue, with a gold strip up the side, along with the tall, black boots of an officer. He usually wears slightly loose, black shirts, with long sleeves, and good tailoring. Over that, a small black jacket, reminisent of the Imperial TIE pilots dress uniform.
He keeps his hair cut short, the straight black hair kept in the military high and tight cut. Despite the military look however, he is lacking in scar tissue or bacta marks. Mostly due to his slightly cautious nature, and in part due to his skills.

Home Planet: Corellia.
Starting Planet: With all due permission, I would like to start in deepspace, on my ship.
Relations: Family: None known. Business Partnerships: A Twi'Lek named Vayla.
Character History: Max's story is really the story of any Corellian's dream, or at least the dream of people in mostly free societies. He was born to a lower middleclass family, his father a mechanic, and his mother an accountant with the Galactic Bank. His family was fairly self destructive, his mother overbearing, and his father lacking any long term thoughts. At all.
Max therefore, learned lessons that most don't learn till after a stint in the academy, military, or chosen profession... how to take care of himself. He always considered himself as the only person he could depend on. Thus he missed out on many opportunities, including a spot in the Imperial Military Academy, because he didn't trust others to help him.
Instead, he decided to blaze his own trail. He joined up with a merchant frieghter, the Paradisio. There he picked up any skill, anyone was willing to teach. Astronavigation and piloting, negotiation, how to work the ports, customs, and so on.
After two years on the Paradisio, Max jumped ship when they returned to Correlia. He had his plan in mind now. He knew the business side of what he wanted to do, he merely needed to learn the firepower. Thus he joined up as part of CorSec's navy, serving on a small corvette. There he learned the other necessary skills of his plan. Combat piloting, weapons operations, commando tactics, and hand to hand combat, as needed. After his two years there, he jumped ship again.
This time, he had a destination. A small system, where he had heard a battle between the imperials and the republic was fought. He booked passage there, and hired out for a small salvage mission. His soul prize, was a nearly gutted Lambda class shuttle.
He poured his saving into that craft, repairing it, and retrofitting it, with every bit of credit he had. After that, he took to his business. As a war profiteer, smuggler, hired gun, legal merchant, body guard, whatever he could get his hands on. He wanted money, and power, and freedom. He wanted it fast. And his new shuttle, now named RDF-S1, seemed the perfect tool for it.
It didn't take long, before a particular mission came up. He had picked up word of a particularly rich convoy, that was going to be marked as a secret military target. That meant to him, there would likely be little picking over it, that there would be little competition, as it was hush hush, and most importantly, that it was a military target, and thus, one that was likely carrying some heavy, and profitable, gear.
When his ship reached the coordinates though, somethin was wrong. The convoy had been stalled, and showed no battle damage. Everything was still operational, just still, as though there were no pilots. Beliving it to be the conclusion of the hit operation, and thus, safe to a scavenger like him. He docked with the vessel, and was about to pray that everything had been taken care of, and that he wouldn't run into any opposition. Regardless, he armed himself with his blaster and his knife, and prepared for the worse. At that point in time, as he could hardly know, there was a viscious death, a decompression of the atmosphere, concluding the hit on the convoy. He searched the ship, eventually reaching the Twi'lek hunter and assassin There was a faceoff, a stalemate between him and the hit woman while both fought hand to hand, struggling to get that one clear shot on each other. After several moments, Max opened up communicationns, and start trying to talk his way out of it. After a long, and hard negotiation, he learned that this, wasn't a member of the convoy, but the one that had struck it. Apparently there was some military, imperial, honcho on board, and she had been hired for the hit.
It took another long discussion, before he could hammer out a momentary alliance with the cold hit woman. After he did, they picked over the wreckage, Max got what little the woman would left behind, and off they left for the nearest friendly spaceport. Once there, they split profits on the trip, mostly out of Max's earning, as she refused to share for the hit or the cargo she was ordered to salvage...
Max liked her style, her ruthless agression, and, admittedly, her not anywhere near unpleasant appearance. She had the firepower and raw a** kicking ability he'd need to deal with the competition, and thus, he worked out a partnership with her. She was the attack dog, and he was the finesse, occasionally, working out deals, negotiating, and using his knowledge of the ports, and businesses, legal and shady, to help them along.

Alignment: Neutral, or more accurately, fugging selfish.
Occupation: War profiteer, smuggler, hired gun, merchant, salvager, jack of all trades.
Skills: Astro navigation. Negotiation. Bookkeeping. Basic Shuttlecraft maintenece. Combat Piloting. Marksmanship. Basic hand to hand combat. And knowledge of the streets/criminal activity, along with legal activity, and most space port and security protocols, which he uses to work the system occasionally.

Weapons: A 'hotshot' laser pistol. It's had the sight filed off, the safety removed, a hair trigger put in, and removed the flash suppressor. meant for quick drawing and one shot kills.
And a standard vibroknife, kept in his left boot.
Ship: A Modified Lambda Class Shuttle, RDF-S1. The only real modification to it, is smuggling compartments, a little extra armor, and one concussion missle launcher, with two missile load.
Personal Belongings: Carries with him no items of note or importance. However in his shuttle, he keeps a more protective EVA suit, for close in salvage work, along with the tools he would need to work in zero G.

Roleplay Sample:

Short again... Curse his father's bones and his mothers cold, cold blood. The man looked over the books. They were short again. Reloading missiles, repairing armor, bribes to get Valya out of the trouble she drew. It was all a drain.

"Freelance work, huh?" the man muttered, sitting back in his chair, and tossing the ledger back at the desk, "Suppose to be glamourous, free. Bah, just means I don't have a steady credit flow..."

The man frowned, looking back at the ledger, his mind wandering. There was a lot of work out there, a lot of opportunities. She could get better. Just a little more training, and little more practical missions. She had the promise, and then, wham, there would go those repair costs and missile stock costs...

The frown turned slowly into a smile, as he looked over to his datapad, two hours, and then they'd be back at port, sell of this slag he salvaged, and that load of foodstuffs, then maybe they'd be alright.

And if not, well, they could just blast a creditor or two to buy time...

Accepted ~ Sephi
PostPosted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 7:36 am


Gaia Name: Miaka_MoonBlossom
Character Name: Aria Mandragoran
Gender: F
Age: 23
Race: Human
Character Description: Aria Mandragoran is a young woman of 23 years, with piercing blue eyes and long, rich mahogany hair. Her features are distinctly Hapan, beauty bred into the Hapan royal line for thousands of generations. She typically wears a glittering scaled, high-collared tunic of a vivid color. Around her waist, she clips her simple leather belt and sheaths and over her tunic she wears a long robe of soft leather. Atop her head she usually wears a black metal helm with fan-like wings and from each wing, dangle shining bobbles of all kinds. The Clan sisters wear their helms with pride and the degree of decoration usually denotes ones rank within the Clan.

She is also known to wear light Hapan dresses of shimmering material that reveal her long, toned legs.

Home Planet: Hapes
Starting Planet:
Relations: Mother murdered, Father unknown, her Aunt wants her dead, she lived with distant relations for a time on Dathomir until her throne was restored and she returned to Hapes.
Character History: Aria Mandragoran is the only daughter of the late Ta'Chume Demetria of Hapes. She was born on Hapes and, as was custom, never knew her Father. She grew up under the watchful eye of her compassionate Mother, tutored to one day become the next Queen of Hapes.

At five years old, Demetria died (murdered by her jealous sister Eris, though it wasn't proven) and Eris took the throne, deeming Aria too young. She ordered her guards to kill young Aria, fearing that the girl would one day return to reclaim her title. When she was taken away to be executed, she was rescued by distant relatives. The guards, fearing Eris, lied about Aria's death and to this day, Eris is unaware of Aria's continued existence. Aria, found herself in the company of warrior women from Dathomir and the young Princess was taken away to their homeworld. There, she was welcomed into the Singing Mountain Clan and was fostered by her relatives-- descendants of the great Teneniel Djo and Tenel Ka of times long past. She learned of magic and improved her combatative skills learning Echani martial arts and her memory of her connection to Hapes was soon forgotten. Unknown to her is the fact that her proficiency with magic is due in large part to her Force-sensitivity.

At 19, Aria learned of her heritage and vowed to avenge her Mother's murder by taking back the Hapan throne and bringing relief to the people her Aunt Eris used and oppressed. When she reached the age of 20, she requested a leave of absence from the Clan and travelled to Kuat to speak before the Senate, hoping it would help her reclaim her title. After a formal investigation was conducted, it was indeed discovered that Queen Demetria was murdered and Aria was given the right to lead an interception mission to slip back into Hapes and reclaim her rightful throne. Supported by the IGA Senate, she successfully surplanted Eris and created a special Council to govern the Consortium. Thankful for the support of the IGA Senate, Aria allowed the Hapan Consortium to rejoin the IGA (for Eris pulled out in pursuit of her own glory) and personally acted as Senator of the Hapan people within the Senate. She was a member of the opposition when the majority of the Senate tried to move the Senatorial body to persecute all Force-Users. Though the Force-Users earned their right to live freely, she was forced from her diplomatic quarters and fled back to Hapes while the Galaxy sorted itself out.

Once back on Hapes, Aria ruled for another year until she decided to step down as Queen and Senator and hand the throne over to her more experienced cousin Sha'na. Her experience on Kuat opened her to the Force and she felt the calling in her heart. Three years after the incident on Kuat, she has recently left Hapes and now travels to find her rightful place within the Galaxy as a Force-User.


Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Hapan royal, Warrior of the Singing Mountain Clan, wanderer (for now)
Skills: Martial arts, melee fighting, intelligence, some computer use, stealth

Weapons: Dual Echani foils, 3 x thermal detonators, 2 x ion grenades
Ship: Light starfighter, the Valkyrie
Personal Belongings: Nothing out of the ordinary.

Roleplay Sample: (Cut and paste from Kuat Thread...yes...I'm lazy...)

Stepping out into the hallway on the 10th floor, Aria is almost knocked over as a large wookie strides by. She is surprised to find the hallway busy as creatures large and small hurry about, shouting urgently in tongues she has never even heard. The Hapan keeps her head down so as not to attract any attention to herself and quickly walks towards the lift.

They're spraying tear gas on the crowd! a reputable Naboo representative cries in Basic. Eyes locked on the lift, Aria stays her course knowing she has to get out as soon as possible. The silver double doors slide open ahead of her and a dozen or so people push their way into the narrow space leaving another half dozen stranded outside cursing in their native tongues as they are forced to wait for the next one. The air around Aria is electric. Stress is high and the anxiety of the entire floor is unnerving. Aria takes a deep breath as she approaches the lift area and visualizes a thin blanket of energy wrapping around her and shielding her from the negative energy of high emotions. She turns left at the intersection where the lift is situated, being sure to keep her head down as she makes her way towards the emergency stairwell instead. She has no time to wait for another jam-packed lift. Furthermore, squeezing into the lift increases the chances of being noticed.

Pushing the door open, Aria breaks into a light jog down the stairs, eager to get to the ground floor and her freedom. Almost there... she tells herself, hoping for an easy escape.

Accepted ~ Sephi

Miaka_MoonBlossom


Jaden_Ordo

PostPosted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 10:21 am


Gaia Name: Kiraketsu
Character Name: Sergei Voronov (has nothing to do with Veg's rp sample)
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Human
Character Description: Sergei is a well built man about 6' 4'' and 215 pounds. His hair is black and he wears it the way it looks when he wakes up. He has green eyes, that pierce through you. His arms are big reflecting the intensive training he undergoes. He has large legs which allow him to run fast. He has a tatoo on his left shoulder blade that says "No fate but what we make." He lives in the moment and is rarely seen without a cigar in his mouth.

Home Planet: Nar Shaddaa
Starting Planet: Coruscant
Relations: The only relations that he has alive is his sister who was sold into the services of a powerful Hutt.
Character History:
Sergei was born on Nar Shaddaa, one of the scum holes of the Galaxy. His parents were fools, they took out a loan from one of the Exchange bosses and couldn't pay it back, so when Sergei was 10, they had to sell Sergei into slavery to keep their lives. Sergei found out the hard way what being a slave was like and he paseed through four masters before he finally managed to escape. The slave trade had left him hardened. He went to his parents, after tracking them down, and confronted them. They had a new life, a new daughter and had forgotten him. So he killed them. He gunned them down, all except his little sister. She did nothing wrong so he spared her. She stayed with him and Sergei used some friends he had gained to get him a ship. He was now 17 and his sister was 7. They lived on the ship going from planet to planet. One day, Sergei was attacked by Trandoshan slavers. They boarded the ship and took his little sister. He was 20, his sister was 10 and now he had failed her, unable to protect her from what he had endured. He had secured a job working for Aratech Designs and Manufacturing, but he doesn't really do anything for them, just uses his inside contacts to get him supplies. Now he roams around the Galaxy holding his own, "dealing" with those who get in his way, raiding slavers camps and taking the slaves back to their home planet. But he always keeps an eye out for any information on the whereabouts of his little sister.

Alignment: Republic, but his allegiance is easily swayed
Occupation: Slaver Hunter, Freelance Pilot
Skills: Piloting, Persuation, and Strength

Weapons: An Aratech Micropulse Blaster Pistol and one Sith Tremor Sword which he found.

Ship: Stock Freighter- The Cougar
Crew Capacity: 10 persons
Armament: Two Laser Cannons on each wing. Dual laser cannons mounted under the cockpit. Two manual turrets on the rear of the ship (one on top, one on bottom.)
Propulsion: Basic hyperdrive. Dual thrusters on the back of each wing. One thruster on the front of each wing for VTOL actions.
Producer: Aratech Designs and Manufacturing based on Corellia.
The Cougar

Personal Belongings: A pendant that his parents gave him when he was a newborn that says "Our love, forever." It reminds him of how harsh the Galaxy can be.

RP Sample:
BOOM! The AT-AT exploded into bits and collapsed to the ground. One of the many attacking the base. There were also AT-ST's and foot troops. Our turrets fired back hard against the attack, but it was not use. They were advancing and would soon have the Base. The would destroy it and everyone in it. Thats what they wanted. Us, dead.
My platoon had just lost our two supporting turrets, so we ran out to meet the enemy foot soldiers. The snowspeeders overhead drew the fire of the bigger guns, but we were still in bad shape. We were outnumbered, outgunned, and outwilled. My squad assaulted an AT-ST, while I was calling in air support and most of them died. All that was left was me, Leiutenant Dakar, and two support guys. So we decided to take the AT-ST. Dakar and I charged the AT-ST, while the two supports fired from behind us. The AT-ST fired back, killing our supports, but we got underneath it. Dakar propped me up and I shimmied up it's leg and crawled on the roof toward the cockpit, where I could hijack it. Then I saw a snowspeeder flying towards me.
Now I can remember the airstrike I called in. I know I'm dead soon, so this is my hologram of how I died. Here comes the speeder and my fate, but I wonder...will the Rebellion win?
-The Memoir of a Rebel Soldier at the Battle of Hoth

((I normally dont rp in first person, It just felt right))

Accepted ~ Sephi
PostPosted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 2:09 am


Gaia Name: Trixstir
Character Name: Kivaka Straife
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Shistavanen
Character Description: Stands 2.1m tall His fur is white has a bluish cast to it and red eyes. He wears a black musketeer type hat and a black and brown Jedi type robe also a pair of black combat boots and gloves. He also wears a necklace that has an odd symbol on it.

Home Planet: Uvena
Starting Planet: Naboo
Relations: None
Character History His family was part of the groups seized up by the Empire to help them traverse on there planet due to them not knowing the dangers. At age of 10 Kivaka had begun helping with the empire get around on their planet. On of the officers had taken a likening to him. After a few years had past the Empire was leaving Uvena the same officer before asked young Kivaka if he would come with him. Kivaka agreed and therefore begun to work for the empire after that. At the age of 15 he had became very great using any kind of sword. He spent most of the time with the officer doing most of his dirty work. But in return the officer took care of him and even got him a custom ship. This continued of for a few more years. About a mount after his 18th birthday they were on a routine check on a planet. They was a outbreak of fire out of no were. When the firing stopped the officer was dead and Kivaka also had got hit. But who ever had did this got away. Now that he was older and wiser he knew that the empire was not good. He also knew this would be his chance to get away. The next few years he lived under the wing of a unknown Jedi. He felt the Kivaka had the potential and he could feel the force was trying to get out in to the open . He knew there was no way the council would accepted him at this age so he trained Kivaka himself.

Alignment: Neutral
Occupation Jedi ((Wanted to run that combo that I seen sounded like it was a no go?))
Skills: Keen Sense / Exhales in swordsmanship

Weapons: Vibroblade ((Saber))
Ship The Hawk X http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/Trixstir/starocean3.jpg
Personal Belongings:

Role-play Sample

Riocon runs into the room pistols in hand. Gunshots rickshaw off the door as he dives back behind it. He moves his pistol around to try to shoot back, but a shoot hits the pistol sending it flying.

"So it is really you Tilo!"Riocon yells.

Shoots hit the door again.

"I'm not Tilo anymore, Tilo did die that day."

"What are you talking about?"

Click, Click, Click he was out of ammo. Riocon jumps from behind the door to pick up his other pistol and rolls over behind a box. He stands up and starts shooting. A canister rolls over. BOOM! Riocon is sent flying the he loses the grip of the pistols. As he starts to get up its to late. He looks up.... A foot hits him in the face he gets up and runs and Tilo. He goes to hit him with his left hand but fakes it and pulls his right hand up to hit him in the gut. He takes a step back.

"For not being someone you sure do look a lot like him."

Accepted ~ Sephi

Trixstir


Kaiser Kitasudesu

PostPosted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 10:15 am


Gaia Name: Kaiser Kitasudesu
Character Name: Gaven Kitasudesu
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Human
Character Description: He has light brown/blonde hair and green eyes. He is about 5'11" and weighs 120 lbs. He has different clothes, but is usually found in grey. He has a nice tan and is slightly muscular.

Home Planet: The Space Station, Chronopolis VII
Starting Planet: Chronopolis VII
Relations: He has his sister Minaka, and Syris, his master and teacher who is 35 years old.
Character History: His mother died giving birthn to him and so he was left with his father who was a smuggler. His father disappeared after an incedent with his employer's daughter. His half sister is now his only blood relative as far as he knows. His master, Syris is showing him all the things he needs to succeed in life, along with a bit of his odd powers that have to do with some some wierd thing he calls force. Unfortunatly Gaven is too ignorant and can't channel this mysterious energy.

A couple years ago, the station was hit by a beam from an imperial starship. The ship had to land on the nearby planet of Naboo to make repairs. While he was there he took many walks on the naturally gravitated planet. Whil he was down on the beaches next to the palace of Naboo, he found a cylindrical piece of metal which was severely burned on one end. He found another not too different a few meters away, both buried in sand. They looked as though they could fit together. He brang them to his master to look at, and he told him about a sword made of light. He eventually found a prism, a beam reflexor and some other parts, and with some tinkering he was able to make it work. His lightsaber is purple, and is two-sided, but it can snap apart and come together.

Alignment: Neutral
Occupation Student and Part-time Mechanic
Skills: If he could quit being so ignorant and actually try, some Jedi powers, fairly good at fencing and a good mechanic.

Weapons: His lightsaber
Ship: None.
Personal Belongings: His lightsaber, and a blaster that was his fathers that is broken, and his pack

Roleplay SampleDoes it have to be Star Wars?

-Nope, as long as it shows your rp skills it can be anything
PostPosted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 2:54 pm


Gaia Name: Lindsey Frost
Character Name: Vayla
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Race: Twi'Lek
Character Description: The light purpled skinned beauty standing at 5'6 is a shimmering site to behold. Much like many in of her sex in the Twi'Lek Race she is a gorgeous beauty who with one look upon her can take the weak mans breath away and makes even the strongest of men do a double take. Vayla knows that she uses her appearance as one of her many weapons she makes sure to always look good, to have an outfit that compliments her figure. (Much like... User Image) Her former master tattooed the number 142 on her left shoulder blade.

Home Planet: Ryloth
Starting Planet: N/A (Think my friend and I will be starting off on board a ship in deep space, i'll edit this if needed.... )
Relations:
Character History At the young age of 5 Vayla was taken involuntarily into servitude by one of the many rich corrupt crime lords of the Galaxy, and though it was many years ago she wonders if she was merely taken or bargained for. Her life as a servant had many duties but the primary one was to entertain the crime lord and his associates (if you got a name for him let me know I'll edit this.) She loved to dance and this was the only thing that gave her solace during her 13 years in servitude. She found herself able to get away from it all when she danced in the hall in front of him and all his guests, its what kept her going when times got rough, and with him times got rough often. Still to this day nothing calms nd helps her collect herself or even just relax like a nice dance. She was a talented dancer and for several years she was mostly and dancer for her master though sometimes she was just some one to beat on.

Things would but things would take a dark turn. She was asked to entertain him and several of his friends one night in a "special way" and though she did not want to she knew if she didn't she wouldn't live to see the next night, and though she sometimes hoped for death, she didn't want it to be by there hands her choice was clear. She would endure this for several years, while still expected to serve her other duties. These acts have left many emmotinal scars as this treatment continued and she found that even dancing was starting to lose its euphoric effect. Her trust in people was all but gone which is why today though she loves to be in huge crowds and the center of attention while dancing, she finds it hard to trust any body.. or to let the close.

The only exception came to her at the age of 18 she was rescued by a bounty hunter named Kiv Wa Tak who came to collect on the crime lord. The man was efficiently brutal killing everyone who worked for the gangster until he came to the room where Vayla was kept. He was supposed to leave no one alive to show and teach what happened to those who crossed his the person who hired him. However when he first saw her he was over taken by her beauty and lowered his weapon, he couldn't kill this most beautiful Twi'Lek. Instead Kiv offered to take her away from this all and give her a better life, unaware of who he was or where her master was she quickly accepted, anything had to be better then the hell hole she lived in now. He took her away and the next year of her life she spent with him on the planet Rori in the Naboo system, his 'hideaway' he called it. He wasn't about to let her have a free ride she needed to earn her keep so he thought her his trade. He did this in many ways but towards the end of there friendship his instruction was very hands on and he would let her collect on the bounties. He was considered one of the greatest bounty hunters in the galaxy this would of been considered an honor to anyone who had heard of Kiv but Vayla's many solitude kept her from ever truly knowing his legend and understand this, perhaps this was one of the many reasons he liked training her, she wasn't 'star struck.' The last day she ever saw him started the same as every other day she had ever spent with him, he said he had to collect on a bounty and left but unlike the other times he never returned. Still to this day she does not know what happened to him but suspects that he was killed, as many are in the profession.

Having to make a life for herself she decided that she'd use her skills as a dancer and the skills she picked up to become both a bounty hunter, and a hired assassin and luckily for her a civil war of sorts had just broken out. Having no alliance with either faction Vayla didn't care who won she only cared about the credits. Using her CloakShape Fighter "Burning Phoneix" she would travel to both the imperials to the republicans(?) and collect on bounties each side had posted. She is rumored to have been hired by both sides to assinate heads of each sides military but these rumors have never been confirmed. The war made her very a lot of credits, and it also gave her quite the reputation amoung several who needed the talents of a bounty hunter, and so towards the end of the war she started preforming bounties for noted Hutts as well.

What should of been her most important payoff during the war was a assination the republic requested on a figure who many had come to call 'The Baron.' In fact 'The Baron' was an elite storm trooper intrusted with several missions deep in the uncharted zone where he was supposed foster support for the Empire at any cost. Such was the case when Vayla was assigned to take him out. The Baron, was on his way to a planet kept so secret that not even officals who asigned the hit were sure which one it was. She was to intercept him, his bribe, and his cache of weapons and vehicles in order to create a garrison on the world. Many people had died tracking him but the information they attained would not be in vein as Vayla was able to use it and smuggle herself aboard the lead freighter of the convoy. Her cover was something fairly simple she was a Twi'Lek slave to be given as part of the bribe. Ignorance was her weapon as well as beauty and she was able to persaude the guard that she was no threat and should be allowed to walk around the ship, he allowed her to hoping deep inside for a personal 'reward.' Sensing this she played into it a bit and asked to go some where they could be alone, his neck snapped quickly. Her options were limited as where her weapons, she had a blaster pistol from the guard, and a vibroknife she had stapped to her thigh, neither would be good against an Elite Storm Trooper.

She decided on her best course of action, it was brute and blunt but it would do the trick and thats all she needed, then the cargo and the ships would belong to her, as well as the hefty amount of credits. She created a series of diversions that got the attention of the crew and as they came to her she took them out knowing that eventully it would get his attention. When he came she hid not able to take him on with what she had she instead decided to lower him further into the cargo hold and sneak around him, it took a lot of time but eventully she was able to use her cunning to seal him in the cargo hold and then destablelize the atmosphere in it, he suffercated to death.

She was allowed to keep the cargo the ship carried except for the weapons, she was assigned to bring them back to the Republic so they could inturn use them against the empire. It was sometime during this salvage portion of the mission that she met up with Max Bartley who had some how gotten word of this hit to be preformed on The Baron and was hoping to salvage the ships himself. Using both his skills as a smuggler and pilot he was able to get on board the frigate but before he even no what happened he and Vayla were in the grips of hand to hand combat. She was impressed with his fighting skills, and his abbilities in general. They had fought for a while but both understood they stood at a stalemate and decided that perhaps together they could be better then against one another, and since then they've been quite the duo, profiting from the troubles of the galaxy.

Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Former: Slave, Entertainer/dancer Current: Bounty Hunter, Assasin
Skills: Persuasive, Tracking, Fighting

Weapons: Though she is very well trained in several weapons she keeps 3 close to her at all times. First is the DL-44 blaster pistol, which if possible she will have on her in case things get rough. The next is Tenloss Disruptor Rifle, a good weapon for a quick kill she doesn't carry it with her but always has one handy on her ship. Lastly there is rarely an occasion in which you will find her without her vibroknife, which she tries to keep on her at all times and credits herself for using to get most of her kills.
Ship Modified Lambda Class Shuttle, RDF-S1. The only real modification to it, is smuggling compartments, a little extra armor, and one concussion missle launcher, with two missile load.
Personal Belongings: The only thing of any real importance to her is the necklace her mother gave to her far before she could remember, it always hangs from her neck rather visable or not.

Roleplay Sample
Her eyes opened wide as she heard "Are you for hire." It had brought her out of the dream like world she was in while dancing to the wonderful music. She turned toward the voice and stared some what into the eyes of a robbed figure. She couldn't read the eyes, and the fact that this figure had a robe on made things a bit worrisome to her. When someone who couldn't be read via the eyes came up to you and was wearing a robe it usually hinted at something.... something she'd rather not dwell on right now. She smiled and nodded slowly.

"Yes..... we should go for a walk." she said quickly as she turned on her heels and exited the dance floor quickly making for the door of the club.

Accepted ~ Sephi

Lindsey Frost


Avitus

PostPosted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 4:45 pm


Gaia Name: Avitus
Character Name: Lord Eesric
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Race: Mandalorian
Character Description: He sometimes has been seen wearing the helmet of a Mandalorian warrior, when he is not wearing it you can see the cybernetic red eye that sits in his left socket. For the most part he wears the dark robes of a Sith and keeps his head under the hood, though the gleaming glow of the red cyborg eye is always seen unless under a helmet or concealled. On his wrist he wears Mandalorin gautlets... (the description sucks I know).

Home Planet: Mandalore
Starting Planet: Mandalore (if possible)
Relations: None
Character History Lord Eeseric was born Dack Zajic on the planet Mandalore and as the traditions of his people command was thought the ways of war, weapons, tactics, and fighting by his father. He excelled in these arts and was one of the more notable amoung the younglings of Mandalore. His father Jav Zajic was the leader of a very successful mercenary group who were often hired by both the republic and the imperials in the several crisis that have taken place throughout his childhood. Though those were the parties that purchased there services the most other parties also used the Manalorians Mercs to tip the scales in there favor in little less known goverment disputes. It was on these many missions that Dack refined his skills as a Mandalorian, it was also on these missions he would learn the truth of what the galaxy thought of his people.

At the age of 6 Dack, his father and the mercs made joined an Imperial batallion who were at the time trying to crush the rebelion against the intergalatic republic on the planet of Fangel, and though the matter was a small one the rebels who fought on Fangel fougth with a power unseen by anyone since the great Galatic Civil War. The expendable Mandalorians troops were sent in first and though they thrive for battle, this battle would not be theres and they died brutally. All but Dack were killed in glorious battle. Though the rebels sustained great loses of there own the Imperials decided it best to hammer the planet with Tie Bombers before sending in more troops. The Manadalorian losses though important for the victory in the end prooved to be over looked by all, and the glory and honor of battle was given to the Intergalatic Republic.

His young mind saw on that day what the people of the galaxy thought of Mandalore. They were just a people who could be bought, pushed around, controlled, and killed with out a second thought. They were cannon fodder, nothing important surly not for any power like the empire or the rebels. Dack hatred for all the galaxy grew in his heart that day, for what they did to his people and how they were treated. He promised to find away to avenge his people and to make Mandalore truly the power it needed to be once more.

For months Dack wandered the galaxy in his fathers modified Supa Fighter hoping the solution would be on the next world he traveled too. And with the guidance of the force or what he says was the forces guidance he found himself drifting within the Great Dust Clouds of the Galaxy. There his life finally took meaning as he found the secret star base of a long forgotten Sith Lord, Darth Samara. Senseing the potential and the anger he had inside of him she took him in as her apprentice, giving him the name Darth Esseric.

For several years he was thought how to harness his anger, how to use the dark side of the force and how to destroy his enemies. She sent him on many missions to test his skills in battle, many missions he cared not to do but did because he knew it would only make him a better Sith. Reaching the highest rank he could reach with Samara alive he took her life in an epic battle in which he lost his eye, but an eye was a small price to pay for Samara paid the price of her life for under estimating her pupil and thus the pupil became the master and dubbed himself Lord Eeseric.

Lord Eeseric returned to Mandalore and took control of the planet in the ritual way by challengeing the current ruler. Using his skills in both the dark side and combat he easily bested the ruler and took his spot. He then promised to all Mandalorians that he would etch out a new Mandalorian Empire for them, in the blood of those who stood in there way.

With limited options avaliable to them Lord Esseric led the Mandalorians into space, but not for combat for salvage. The Mandalorians traveled from galatic jump heap, to galatic junk heap salavageing old broken Imperial Ships from the junk piles and refitting them with more modern technology and creating a powerful fleet as they went. The crown jewel of this fleet was the Super Star Destroyer the fleet came across by accident in the deep uncharted regions of the outer rim, the Super Star Destroyer had been drifting in the cold dead silence of space for uncountable years. The fleet pain stakeinly hauled the ship back to Mandalore on his order. There it was repaired, reoutfited, and revamped. The ship was named Alpha 02, after the designation for Mandalore The Resurrector.

The ship had many feats but the most amazing thing was that computer core was surprisingly intact so they decided to keep the ships files but to go through them and delete what was not needed for there cause. It was during this systematic purge that Lord Eeseric came across the technical read outs, and other data on a long lost weapon as old as the ship itself. The weapon was a world killer one of the many that the last great emporer of the Empire, Emporer Palpatine commisoned. It was called the Galaxy Gun and could utterly destroy worlds across the galaxy. This was what Lord Esseric needed to carve a new Mandalorian Empire.

Since that time Lord Eeseric and his fleet of Mandalorians have searched the galaxy, destroying all who stand there way. Searching for a weapon they know can cause the galaxy to tremble in there might.

Alignment: Mandaloreians.
Occupation War Lord/Sith Lord
Skills: Repair, Fighting, Tactics.

Weapons: Manadlorian Gautlents. Red Light Saber.
Ship While the Super Star Destroy Alpha 02, is his home base. He often breaks away from the fleet and searches the galaxy in a much smaller ship he calls the "Sparrow" User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.
Personal Belongings: His Ship the Sparrow, Mandalorian armor and weapons, light saber.

Roleplay Sample�Surprised to see me? Long time no see eh?� he said with a grin

Checking his watch he smiled as he turned his attention slightly to the ball in time square it was getting ready to drop and the new year was about to begin. He took a deep breath and as the cool air filled his lungs the excitement crept into his voice.

�See unharmed, not one single hair, in fact Rayne and I have had a lot of fun we have haven�t we Rayne darling?� He said now to the little girl.

�Uh huh.� She said as she held onto Roxy�s hand who still wasn�t saying anything.

� A lost for words huh?� He grabbed onto the girls other hand and felt Roxy tug a bit at Rayne this only caused him to smile more, a terrible twisted grin as he looked out onto the people below the streets and slowly walked to the ledge of the building.

�Rayne stay here hun me and mother must have a talk�� He walked slowly to the ledge leaving Rayne behind at the lawn chairs and stood at the edge. He looked to his side and Roxy was no where near. She wanted to grab Rayne and run he could tell but he also knew she was much smarter to try that, not with him anyways. She was saying something to Rayne when he spoke up.

�Rox, hun, darling, sweet heart. Come here, come stand by me, close to the ledge. No need to fear really, I�m not the one here who tosses people off of roofs.� She stood straight up and stared at him he knew he had hit home now.

�Though you know what they say don�t you?�

�What do they say?� she said softly curious about what he had to say what he knew, and how much of it he knew.

�It wasn�t the fall that nearly killed Burnout, it was the impact.� He grinned as he looked into her eyes he could see the confusion in them she was trying to relive the attack in her mind, trying to see how he knew. Then it washed away and she was in control of herself again, something he found very curious.

((I Know we aren't supposed to put our rank, and that you decide it so with that in mind dont think of my rank as what it is but merely a suggested one thanks.))

You can't have an SSD as a ship whee ~ Sephi

I have modified the ship I hope that helps.
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