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 Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 3:55 pm
second form talked to K shes ok'd the creation of it.
Gaia Name: Psyon Black
Character Name: Nina Alexzander
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Race: Human
Character Description: Nina stands at around 5'4" and has a curvy figure. Her petite size however does not do justice to her strength and skill with a vibroblade or her aim with a rifle. she has shoulder length purple hair and piercing Hazel eyes.
Relations: Nina's family were all killed after a raid on their home by the republic searching for imperials.
Character History: Nina was born and raised on Coruscant and from her early childhood was very spoiled as was her older brother. At the age of eleven her father rushed over to her and told her to hide in 'the hole' as they called it. she sat there for about twenty minutes when she heard her parents voices, she thought they were gonna let her out but then another voice was heard. As she sat there listening she caught a sentance that has stuck in her memory since that day. "Where are the Imperials?, you have till the count of five to tell us!" said the unknown mans voice. Her father replied "There are no Imperials here, now please leave me and my family in peace." the last voice she heard was the unknown mans voice say 'five!'. Blaster fire rang out through the house, she could hear glass shattering and screams and shouts from the people she loved. The next thing she remembered was waking up still in the hole, she must of cried herself to sleep. Pushing up on the floorboards she looked on in terror her mother, father and brother lay there in a clump, her father having tried to protect his wife and son lay on top of them.
Personal Belongings: Itovaa's Vibroblade and his T21 rifle he left behind. she also carrys her fathers DXR pistol. she owns no armour as of yet but wears Itovaa's RIS bracers to remember him by.
Alignment: Imperial
Occupation: Waitress in Itovaa's Cantina (wishing to be recurited instead of starting on a ship. etc)
Skills: Trained by Itovaa in melee and ranged combat, she is very strong for her size and has specilized in using a vibroblade gave to her by Itovaa.
Flaws: She is is headstrong and naive and is very easily angered.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 5:34 pm
Quote: Mod Character Gaia Name: Terra Halliwell Character Name: Kory Star Gender: Male Age: 25 Race: Human Character Description: Standing a sturdy 5’8” tall, he’s a handsome man with short, messy, dirty-blond hair, and dark brown eyes. He has a young warm face. http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y191/adonislove/Star Wars/Kory.jpgRelations: N/A Character History: Kory was born on Coruscant, and was quickly identified as being Force sensitive. Kory has always been able to make friends, mostly due to his welcoming face. Many Jedi would trust him with their lives, as he is an excellent dualist, and is very knowledgeable of the Force. Kory has done missions and field work, but now he resides mostly at the Temple, training new Jedi hopefuls, and hopefully, to find an apprentice. Personal Belongings: Lightsaber. Alignment: Jedi Occupation: Jedi Knight Skills: His lightsaber skills are honed to near perfection, and is strong with the living Force. Flaws: Is very opinionated which is not always a good thing. Roleplay Sample:Kory stood on a balcony in the Jedi temple, overlooking the gardens. There, younglings, no older than the ages of six or seven, were happily lying out in the sun, taking a break from their training. These ones were lucky to have been identified; some of the new candidates nowadays were almost thirteen. Kory didn’t understand how they had been “under the radar.” Maybe finding Force sensitive children was more difficult than he imagined. After all, he wasn’t out there on distant planets, finding new hopefuls, but he was doing his own part in training the ones that had been found, or the ones that realized themselves that they had special gifts. Even now, he could feel new hopefuls gathering in the Temple. He turned away from the gardens, and began to walk to the main hall, where he knew he would find some new potential in the ones who had walked up to the Temple on their own. He may just yet find an apprentice sooner than he hoped.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 10:53 pm
Gaia Name: The-vampire-mikhail Character Name: Hae-den Ferric Gender: Male Age: 26 Race: Zabrak (Iridonian) Character Description: Hae-den is swift and strong, He stands 5'9" with a very slight and sensual bow. Hae-den has the normal horn arrangement of an iridonian zabrak (ie. like bao-dur & darth maul) with the exception of one single horn protruding from the center of his forehead. He shaves what black hair grows on him off almost ritualy, yet he prefers to keep his head and his orange and brown eyes covered and shaded under a hood. His facial tattoos consist of the traditional thin linear patterns common of Zabrak, but also has a small dot in the center of his cranium and two identical dots in the palm of his hand, the dots are not from his origional right of passage tattoos but those he gave himself in honor and dedication to his mind, his body and his search for the force. Hae-den maintains his physiche though ritual martial exersice, meditaion, and exertion. Hae-Den wears a thick wrapped robe, (Similar to an Indian Sari, or south east asian Theravada Monk's robes). He wears the colors of robes that he feels expresses his mentality towards the force and his philosophy in general. His outer most layer is a medium gray it is wrapped around his right shoulder and neck, when he desires to wear a hood Hae-Den simply uses the excess fabric from his piece and drapes it over his head. Under that later is a simple dark grey robe, over top a dark reddish-brown tunic with a black fabric bottom draped like a skirt over tight black pants and a black long sleeve under-shirt. The undershirt tunic bottom and black pants resemble his uniform from his days in the Iridionian military academy Hae-den practices a form of obscure spiritual empowerment that he intends to refine in the practice of the force. Hae-den intends to join the dark jedi temple only due to the fact his potentium, and unifying force beliefs would never be accepted by the orthodox Jedi. Though His faith in his beleifs impose concepts of non-ego action, and emotional detachment, similar to that of jedi teachings. Hae-Den Ferric MeditatingRelations: a small military family still residing on Iridonia. Character History: Born into a Military family Hae-den was taught young the philosophy of battle, and the artisrty of war by his father whom at the time was a tactician under several ranking officers. His father not only taught him the concepts of physical combat; motion, ballance, leverage, and strenght. His father also taught him the nessecity of the mind in battle, in tactics, in vision, and in dicipline. Though well taught Hae-den is by no means a master of any of them. Hae-den's father was a wise man as well teaching him of philosophy in both combat and everyday life. dispite the normalities of most zabrak as proud and single minded, His father taught him about humility and understanding, focusing on the "grander picture" which Hae-den has all taken to heart. shortly after his right of passage, Hae-den was taken to the Iridionian Military Academy. to be a student in this school had been a family tradition since his great grandfather. While in the Academy learned of the galactic history based around the many conflicts between central force users. Ennamoured by the concept of the force he has left his loving family, his beloved planet and his adoring people to embarked on a pilgrimage across the galaxy to find a more complete and profound understanding of it. His search lead him to the Baran Do, though he was not accepted into the ranks of the sages simply because he was not Kel Dor. He still managed to be taught certain, but very limited, understandings of the sense of the force and more influentialy the following of non-egoism and non-attachment as practiced by the Baran-Do sages. The lessons learnt there weigh heavily on his mind at all times. Being only with the sages shortly and with no real future as one, Hae-Den decided to seek out entry into more insightful and potent groups. Again journying across the galaxy motivated by his desire to hone his senses, and ultimately his understanding, leading him to the dark jedi temple on korriban. Personal Belongings: Rationed food, a simple breath mask, a vile of bacta, several force enfused stones gifted too him by the Barran Do, a data pad filled with diary entries and lessons, spare power cells, and an elegant zabrak vibro-dagger. Alignment: Dark Jedi, but only superficialy Occupation: space traveler, dark jedi aspirant Skills: tactics, diplomacy, strength, and unarmed and mele combat. Proficient in Teras Kasi, and has very limited experience with the force. Flaws: Hae-den is hardly a master of his philosophy, still flawed by his youth, his passions, and his impatience. also dispite his fathers teaches, stubbornness still remains in him, most often shown in him as stark determination, but it may hold him back when it leads to less wise decisions. Roleplay Sample: Hae-den only paid for a cheap cabin on a cheap ship, and from the dim lighting and dingy metal walls one could easily tell. Yet He needed little more, infact the dark lighting and layout of the cramped room would be ideal for his meditations and studies. Hae-Den immediately set his small pack of belongings at the foot of his cot and discarded his thick outer robe onto the worn mat of the cot itself. He sighed deeply and posed himself in the static and firm stance he preferred for the specific martial exersize he indended to perform. His deep breathing built up breath from the base of his torso and out his mouth when. He began to move his arms in fluid calming motions, slowly incorperating every muscle in his torso into each subtle movement. In this specific form he kept both his feet in exactly the same placeon the floor as he extended and contracted each and every muscle in his body otherwise during this exercise. He began chanting in a mumbled hum my energy is like water, it flows through me, it cleanses me, it quenches me, it empowers me. I am filled with it. after repeating the chant five more times Hae-den slowed his movements to a halt bowed to the far blank wall of his cabin and layed atop his robes and studied the lessons on his datapad impatiently waiting arrival at Korriban Very well done. Well thought out and a clear idea of who the character is. Little tip for later, it looks as if you the character is looking for a total understanding of the force; keep in mind at all times you must be with one kind of faction (Jedi, Dark Jedi and so on). But as for the app you did a great job, I see nothing wrong. Good Job.
Accepted~Guilyn
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 7:54 pm
Gaia Name: Tman74744
Character Name: Viku Vires
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: (Zabrak) Iridonian
Character Description: Small crown of horns sprout from his Black skinned head. About 6 feet tall, has a medium muscular build and wears a what seems to be traditional Jedi Padawan robes but black. Has a scar that cuts across his left eye.
Relations: All killed in an earthquake.
Character History: As an infant it was obvious that he was force sensitive. His family feared this not wanting him to be attuned to the force in anyway, Eventually an earthquake hit bringing down his home and killing his family. Although the house fell, he survived and was soon found by a man that possessed the traits of the dark side and was brought to Korriban for training. Due to not knowing his family he seems lonely alot of the time and because of this he is very loyal to his master, the only one who gives him company.
Personal Belongings: Has no personal belongings due to his home being destroyed.
Alignment: Dark Jedi
Occupation: What ever his master deems him to be.
Skills: Extremely Agile and proficient with a lightsaber
Flaws: Easily angered and can get carried away.
Roleplay Sample:
Viku arrived on Coruscant on his master's orders via refuge shuttle. He was to find and kill a certain Cantina owner named Zerith Brannan, A stocky and man with his red hair receding to form a U shape on his head, who knew his master's whereabouts and make it look like an accident. Although Zerith promised not to tell anyone his masters location he could not be trusted. Viku looked out of place with everyone exiting the shuttle looked either scared or happy to be on Coruscant, while Viku looked indifferent. He turned left out of the shuttle bay and entered the main part of the city. As he walked, he was frequently distracted by the bright lights and loud sounds that seem to attack him, yet his face remained unyielding as he looked at the signs for any indication of the cantina.
After a short walk from the refuge bay, Viku came across the cantina he was supposed to enter. Without hesitation, he walked inside. The place was lively and full of an odd assortment of characters. He walked over to a table where a group of human males were talking loudly and abnoxiously. Without a word, Viku walked over to them and pulled out a photo of Zerith from his robes and placed it on the table. At first the men laughed at Viku but upon seeing his unnaturally calm face they pointed him to the back of the room. "Over there" The oldest looking man said.
Viku wandered carefully towards the back of the room where a door that said "Manager" on it. Not knowing what was inside, Viku walked in carefully. The room was modest. A silver desk with a wooden bookshelf was all the room contained. His quick eyes saw two utility droids cleaning up the the room. He saw them as no threat, but at the desk sat the man he was after. "No visitors I said" The man didn't seem to look at Viku. Not wanting to lose the element of surprise Viku put Zerith into a force choke hold. The man looked up and saw his attacker to be Viku, the apprentice. "No... y-you promised." He whimpered as his sight faded into darkness.
Not bad, you hit just in time because we are about to start the dark jedi training. Just make your way in and do as the others do. For the app itself its simple and a little short but not bad. Just keep in mind you don't have a master yet and can't use a light saber, yet. But if you wish him to be strong in the saber when trained that works.
Accepted~Guilyn
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 9:12 pm
Gaia Name: Wufygirl
Character Name: Alarra
Gender: Female
Age: Undetermined; Appears in her early to mid twenties (23)
Race: Human
Character Description:
Tall and lithe are the first words that come to mind when figure is brought into sight. Standing two inches over the six foot mark, form is all long lines and sleek curves. Amassed braids of gold crown head, often twined in a singular large brad made up of the multitudes of twisted strands. Thick brows of dark gold sweep above eyes, each pool a luminous blue-green opal, changing with her moods. Skin itself is a pale peaches and cream complesion, pale at first glance with rosy undertones to it. An expressive mouth has faint laugh lines creased on either side, hinting at a more genial nature. Form is usually clad in a simple outfit; a singular body glove is worn, sleeveless and with a vee-cut neckline worn beneath everything else. On torso, a tunic of treated rancor hide is worn, drawn in tight about the waist with a simple belt, while boots of matching leather cover lower legs from knees downwards. Upon forearms, a pair of simple leather bracers, adorning the topmost half of each arm. About her neck dangles a necklace of metal beads, holding a few charms and a locket. Curling across the backside of her right shoulder and arm is a tattoo, looking very much like a stylized dragon.
Relations: None, save her Master. Mother and father are both dead.
Character History:
Such a bright girl, even from a young age. Born to a mechanical father who lost his wife in the childbirth, she grew up in a very odd manner. When her Force sensitivity became apparent (mostly through the girl always knowing when her father should accept a deal or not or telling him what needed fixing), her father grew to hate the girl. Growing to drink heavily, he began to blame her for the death of his wife whom he had loved very much, even going so far as to physical abuse. Yet, such skill had not gone unnoticed and the Order began to pay a careful eye to the girl. Abuse and such power were not meant to go hand in hand.
When her father died in an accident coming home from a bar when Alarra was seven, she was taken in by the Order, a mute, quiet thing that kept her distance from everyone else. Eventually, however, the girl opened up and grew to find a place in the Order, not really feeling like she belonged. Genetics seemed to indicate relations to some strong Jedi from years ago, but such a thing never bothered her. She took her training to heart, slowly mastering what she knew and could change.
Now, started hopefully on the path to becoming a Padawan, Alarra is just trying to find peace not only with herself but with what she is. But her temper has been a bit harsh as of late and she's starting to withdraw into herself.
Personal Belongings: A necklace with a few charms and a locket that contains a picture of her mother, a few battered books from her childhood and a bracelet that is too small for her, given to her by her father
Alignment: Jedi
Occupation: Padawan(?)
Skills: Good with mechanical things and very empathic towards her friends; also has a good eye for books and reads as often as she can, making her good for obscure knowledge
Flaws: She has a nasty temper, and can hold a grudge for quite some time. Also very proud, if a bit brittle from the abuse she suffered in childhood, making her susceptible to the lure of the Dark side.
Roleplay Sample:
Slowly and carefully, the dataslate settled onto the floor of her chambers and large, luminous eyes would fan open, framed by fine gold lashes. Coral lips would press together and bosom heaved in a quiet sigh, the owner of said sound frowning before starting to get up, placing one hand on the floor and the other would be set on her knee. A mirror nearby reflected pale skin, whiter then normal, eyes and lips possessing the only color in her face. At last, she turned away from the mirror and headed towards the door, seeking out the others in the temple by simple instinct. At last, tall and lean figure would turn and head towards the mess hall, hunger a quiet gnawing sensation in her stomach.
ACK I FORGOT THE ROLEPLAY SAMPLE AT FIRST. Fixed. Lol.
Very good job. You made a character that is very clearly defined by her passed and left it unknow how her training so far has effected her so far. Best of all you come just in time when the jedi are about to start there training. Basicly we have to go over all the basics with you then you get a master and are truly a padawan. Just go ahead and enter the room the "ashley" character is in since all padawans were told to go there. Again good job and I can't want to see you in the RP.
Accepted~Guilyn
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 3:33 pm
Gaia Name: ElladanKenet
Character Name: Fleet Admiral Judis Airet
Gender: Male
Age: 39
Race: Male
Character Description: Judis stands at 6', and weighs a modest 150 pounds. His body is mostly muscle, which has gone relatively unchanged since he became an officer two decades ago. He wears the distinct Imperial navy unifrom with his rank insignia over his heart. Normally, he doesn't not wear his hat, and has been known at times to don a durasteel breastplate whenever his forces enter areas of potential boardings.
Relations: Wife (Dead), Two Sons (One Dead, One a Lieutenant)
Character History: Airet was born and raised on Bastion, growing up under Imperial regime. He excelled in his studies and proved to be a brilliant holochess player at an early age.
Following school, Airet attended the Imperial Academy on Carida, followed by Officer Training at Bastion Academy. He graduated as a full captain, commanding officer of an old Imperial Mark III, Hallowed.
Airet soon married to a Bastion maiden, a daughter of one of the Moffs. She bore him two sons and raised their children while he earned the bread. He spent the next several years as part of Task Force 44, a detachment of the Fifth Sector Fleet during its relatively unhindered annexation of the Far Rim, the last major Imperial expansion since the Bastion Accords.
At the height of his carreer, now a Commodore, the fleet came under attack by a remarkable number of pirate and Hapan warships. The Fleet Admiral and his Pellaeon-Dreadnaught were hit hard, the bridge destroyed as the battle began. Taking matters into his own hands, Airet led the Empire to a stunning victory, even managing to save and almost completely salvage the Dreadnaught. For his efforts, he was appointed Admiral.
However, victory would come at a high cost. Down on the planet below, his wife and youngest son and been on vacation, unbeknowst to him. Their deaths were reported two days later, when their speeder and remains were round buried under a pile of turbolasered wreckage.
Now left with only his eldest, whom was enrolled at the Carida Academy, Airet was for the most part left to his own designs. He led the Fifth Sector Fleet as the Executive Officer of the new CO, including when it was officially assigned to the direct usage of High Admiral Vonne Zhbur, soon to be Moff.
Most recently, he has been designated the Executor of all Imperial forces, including those in the Resistance, under the direct command of the newly-appointed Empress, Yvonne Zhbur.
Personal Belongings: DL-44 Blaster (Side-arm), Holdout Blaster (concealed weapon in case of assasination attempts)
Alignment: Imperial
Occupation: Fleet Admiral, Commanding Officer
Skills: Airet is extremely cautious, taking every measure needed to ensure victory. He is efficient, and has been known to sacrifce his own willing men so that their death would ensure victory for 'the greater good.'
Flaws: His greatest strength is also his greatest weakness. Someimtes, such as the case with his wife and son, Judis overlooks a piece of information that proves crucial to his victory. It is probable he might even trap himself in his overcautiousness.
Roleplay Sample:
Question 57: What is the proper designation of the first official prototype Imperial fightercraft?
Judis, 27, and in the midst of his final exam to pass the Bastion Academy smiled. The answer was easy.
He typed into the database: Twin Ion Engine Starfighter.
There was a pause followed by a confirmation. Correct.
Such had been the case with the last 56 questions. He was in the middle of his exam, an exam that, if passed with a high enough score, would put him as a captain in the Imperial Navy. He'd been training and studying for years for this chance...
Hours passed. They were allowed a break at midday for lunch and stretching, then they were sent to finish their essay.
Airet's was a difficult piece. The question was: Explain, analyze, and counter the Rebellion victory over Endor in 3 ABY.
Reviewing the mental data he'd accumulated over his years of schools, he typed his response:
The Battle of Endor was one of the greatest flaws in Imperial Military history. No single variable can be blamed for the destruction of the Death Star II and Death Squadron, as well as the deaths of Emperor Palpatine and Darth Vader.
First and foremost is Intelligence. Imperial Intelligence was already aware of the Rebel fleet massing near Sullust, and had no fewer than three oppurtunities to destroy them. Instead, a trap was laid, revealing the Death Star's location and leading the fleet their uncontested.
Secondly, when the fleet arrived, unaware of the trap, Death Squadron was ordered not to attack the vulnerable defeat. Records clearly indicate a bombardment at this point would've all but destroyed the fleet.
Thirdly, a rebel commando team led by known outlaw Han Solo was let onto the planet in a widely known attempt to destroy the shield generator. Not only did capturing them prove inefective, but the base was destroyed anyway, with minimal rebel casualties.
Fourth, and most humiliating, was the efforts of the native Ewoks to destroy the Empire with their primitive technology. By simple manipulations of the environment, overwhelming numbers, and crude weaponry, almost the entire garrison was killed regardless of assertions by Command to eradicate the Ewoks earlier.
Fifth was the fatal design flaw of the maintenance ship, which proved large and navigatble enough for a YT-1300, the Millenium Falcon, as well as several X Wings and our own ships to fly into and destroy the station from the inside. The original design had the only openings set as 5cm wide exhaust holes to vent excess heat.
Combined, these factors resulted in the end of the Death Star II, Darth Vader, Emperor Palpatine, and most of Death Squadron. Following above listed reccomendations, the Rebels could've been destroyed quite easily on multiple occaisions.
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That evening, Airet received his scores. He'd passed with a little room to spare, and was quite pleased with his work. The scores showed his excellance in Imperial history and tactics, but an obvious weakness in knowledge of conventional weaponry and vehicle piloting. His spacecraft piloting was rated as average.
But he'd done it. He was finally, unofficially until he received his rank a week from now, a Captain.
(Note- I've already PM'ed K 19 about this, and she approved the creation of my character, as well as him being her direct subordinate.)
Acceptedness ~ Guilyn
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ElladanKenet Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 5:07 pm
Gaia Name: Windfiar
Character Name: Windfiar
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: Human
Character Description: Taller than the average person, around 5’ 7”. Incredibly
Slim, only about 125 lbs. Very dark hair, almost black; back comes to end of neck, sides are down past the ears and constantly get thrown over them, bangs to end of forehead. He wears rectangular glasses with only the top half being in a frame (They are a dark blue in color, Navy I guess). His clothes always consist of a T-shirt and black jeans. He has dark colored shoes…regular style I guess.
Relations: Pike.
Character History: . He came from the planet, Bane where he was found in a small box in an alley. He was raised by one man who Windfiar took up great pride in. Pike was a father to Windfiar. He constantly "borrowed" Pike's blaster without Pike's knowledge, and when he found Windfiar shooting things, he didn't discipline him but he praised him. He told Windfiar the importance of always asking someone to use their things, but since Windfiar made sure to read everything on the blaster and took all the saftey precautions, he was okay with it. He showed Windfiar a lot of blaster...in lack of a better word, moves. He practiced daily to the point of being a ninja with the blaster. So much so that even if a leaf blew behind him and he heard it, he would turn and fire upon it, leaving it as nothing. Unfortunatley this gift/curse is what caused Pike's death. He came up and asked Windfiar for some friendly target dueling (each shoots 10 shots and then tally up the points. Whoever gets more wins...obviously) but due to Windfiar's reactions, he spun around immeadiatly and shot Pike straight through the head. After 30 seconds, Windfiar dropped the blaster and ran to Pike. He saw the wound and knew he couldn't do anything. He went a got a shovel and dug Pike a grave. He customized the blaster to have an incredible amount of shots, but each one by itself did not carry the ability to kill a human. He also threw on a scope attatchment, but had no scope for the gun. He robbed some passerby's of their ship and sped off twoards the dark jedi temple, in hopes of getting some close range combat training.
Personal Belongings: Nothing really I guess.
Alignment: Dark Jedi
Occupation: Mercenary/hit-man/assassin.
Skills: Excellent Sharp-shooter, good at silent kills (cannot quite pinpoint a target just by sound, but can come damn close to it. Basically, even if he is blinded he can still kill the enemy just by sound).
Flaws: Force ability is weak. Almost non-existent. Easily distracted by...well... read the next line sweatdrop
Completely Random Information ^_^: He's. A. Pervert. 'nuff said.
Role-Play Sample: Windfiar walked down the hallway, the saber-glove, his best weapon next to the blaster using the hilt material for the inside and the saber energy for the outside...very condensed of course, or Heaven's Fist as he called it, was glowing it's standard bright yellow light, providing him the ability to see a bit better. Now seeing the outline of his target walking twoards him, he doused the light immediatley. He used what remained of his force abilities to see if it was the man he was sent to eliminate, and sure enough, it was. He turned Heaven's Fist back on right when his target was close enough and punched him right through his head. The saber-glove tore through it like a knife through water, and his target fell to the floor dead. He turned off Heaven's Fist and used a little bit of force to gather up the blood and anything else that remained of his target's head to bring them all back to the body as to not leave a trail. He took the corpse under his arm and proceeded back to his client to show him proof that the target had been taken out and to receive his pay. After 20 minuets of walking, he stopped at the client's door and walked in. He threw the body down and stated, "The target has been confirmed as dead. Stop by my room anytime within' the week to drop off the remainder of my pay. I'll take this with me," he said as he picked up the corpse and carried it off to his room to hide it with the rest of his...suppliers as he liked to call those he took out, as they did kind of supply him with money...and other things.
Being a Pervert in the roleplay is fine, and funny 3nodding . However we do not allow anyone to have a light saber unless they are a jedi or dark jedi. Merc Jedi in simple turms is a beat stick, someone with no history, no story but has alot of powers. However strangly your character has a history so that confuses me more... Well simply put you can't have a lightsaber or be trained to use one unless you are at the jedi temple or dark jedi temple. Fix those and I will look again. Sorry for the late reply work sucks.... sweatdrop ~Guilyn
I fixed the history so I don't have any lightsaber training. Tell if this is okay. I also made changed to the skills and flaws.
This also might be asking a bit much, but I'm just curious. The saber-glove i mention in the Role-play sample (I elaborated a bit more on it)...when I make my own lightsaber like all jedi eventually do, could I possibly have one like that? Or does it have to be standered saber?
Better, still a beat stick but much better. Remember that if you leave the jedi or dark jedi you lose your force use in the RP. As for the glove, you may see the force info stick, last post on page 1. You have to be very highly ranked and then ask a mod about the creation of a new saber type. Other then that nice job.
Accepted~Guilyn
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 10:03 pm
Gaia Name: Sephistrife16
Character Name: Lovan Sephoro
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Human
Character Description: Lovan Sephoro is a tall man with long blonde hair. He has bright emerald-green eyes and wears a long black robe with no hood. He wields an aged double-bladed war sword with a cortosis weave. He is dominantly left-handed and remarkably strong in the force (although he does not know this).
Relations:Lovan has no spouse or any other family, but he does have a friend he has not seen since he left his homeplanet two years ago.
Character History: Lovan feels as if everyone is opposed to him. This is due, in part, to psychological issues that he has, because of accidentally killing one of his relatives. Son of a long dead Republic soldier, he has no family that he knows of.
Lovan comes from a space colony in orbit around the planet Langoria. His mother died of an illness when he was sixteen years old. After that event, he left the colony deciding there was nothing left for himself there.
Personal Belongings: Several robes, mostly black and brown. One is green and the other is red and white. Double-bladed war sword, communicator, gloves.
Alignment: Dark Jedi
Occupation: Smuggles
Skills: Persuasion, Stealth and Acrobatics
Flaws: Wielding a double-bladed sword takes skill that Lovan does not possess. Although he brandishes a somewhat intimidating weapon, he does not know how to use it properly and does not carry a blaster to asisst him. He mostly uses it to intimidate people. Also, his personality earns him few allies, although it sometimes earns him respect through fear.
Roleplay Sample: Lovan jumped through the open hatch before it could close, landing softly behind the man. He quickly slid behind the nearest package and hid there.
Goodbye, mother. May you rest in peace.
Lovan felt gravity slowly dissappearing and watched as his robes floated freely. He heard the docking clamps release and felt slight propulsion as the ship moved away from the docking station. Lovan carefully peered out a window, and stared at the station as they quickly sped away. Suddenly, space bent and ripped around him and the ship entered hyperspace. Lovan never saw his home again.
Not bad, only one thing you need to change we do not allow the creation of characters that are related to any movie or game characters, for many reason. Just change that and I'll look again. Guilyn
I took out the part about him being related to Carth, and just stated that he was strong in the force. Is this acceptable?
Accepted ~Guilyn
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 8:59 pm
Gaia Name: KorsoVonPrios Character Name: Soren Prios Gender: Male Age: 19 Race:Hapan Character Description:Soren stands six feet and two inches with broad shoulders.The young man looks mildly younger then he is but his height makes up along with the cold look that comes naturally.Hapan's are known for their looks and even though Soren isn't extremely handsome he's still a Hapan even to the deep blue eyes.Unfortantly his almost black hair is a feature that isn't common for Hapans nor is the spikes falling somewhere between a fohawk and a mohawk.Sorens also not a buff guy but even for being slim he could hold his own against any his age.Over all he's a normal fairly attractive male dispite the "Tall,Dark,and Scary"appearance.Which after the years of focusing on training help make the appearence a reality.Not so much dark as some what as a loner not interacting with others around him.Also his quiet personality didn't help his appearence to seem cold. Soren in his personal garments at the age of 19 wearing a long coat that bares his families crest. Relations: Father's an Officer in the Hapan Royal Military,Mothers Secritary in Intelligents,Siblings also in the Royal Military.The Prios family is known to have originated from a feared and respected pirates as most Hapan's.Soren himself is honorably discharged from the Royal Military but still isn't attacted to any family members. Character History:Soren was raised in a strict military family on Hapes.From a young age he was inroled in Military like the rest of his siblings untill around preteen years news of his force sensitivity reached the Order soon a Jedi was sent to discuss his training.At first his father was harsh being used to the strong anti-jedi settlement on Hapes but eventually his father agreed to his training.Being the middle child and the youngest male in the family he was considered a minor lose to the House of Prios.Another reason was word of a child being a possible Jedi would do more harm to the Prios name which is why his Father obtanied a honorable discharge for him so no one would ask questions about Soren's absence. During the teen years of his live Soren developed into a fine Padawan.Spending most of his spare time learning the was of the Force to make up for his late start.Due to his dicipline he was able to catch up in his learning.Soren's interests in being intelligent and his dicipline in forms of combat helped him become a Soresu particapent.Due to his Hapan heritage his sight outside of the bright Region of Hapes gave him a weakness.Knowing this he was instructed by a Miraluka Master that taught him how to see which later became of of Soren's finest attributes.Towards the recent years he's kepted up on spending every chance to sharpen his talents which also kepted him drawn off from other Padawan's of his class. Personal Belongings: Soren is known to have a wealth family but he took few items with him the most important to him was a fine Hapan clothing.Mainly a long coat which is dark blue with some silver plating with his family crest and rank made by his father as a goodbye gift.He did however known to wear a dark blue shash around his waist under his belt and dark garments.The young mans normal attire is a long sleeve tight shirt under a dark blue tunic and tight black pants with black leather covers that he wears over his boots and pants prefering not to keep his pants tucked into his boots like the usual Jedi fasion. Alignment: Jedi Order Occupation: Padawan(hopefully) Skills:Excellent Force Sight that allows him to see perhaps better then most in his class.Diciplined from a past of military schools and nonsocial-quiet personality. Flaws:Lack of trust in others around him,especially his own peers.Yet by keeping to himself he's never made any signs of looking down on others.Pride is one weakness combined with his realiance in the Force and Himself alone. Roleplay Sample:((From a long dead star wars rp))It was a rather boring flight even for a short time,but was worth the time even if he was wrong.Normally it was Dantle coming to the to his aid,but after the vision he had Korso wasn't going to chance it.It didn't take long for him to locate where Dante's prized ship interceptor.After all it was older then Korso's Headhunter.He put down in the bay next to the Sith Interceptor hoping to find his friend there.
After checking the log he found that it was a day before Korso had try to get a transmission in."Well where could he be?He's to good to of a jedi to do anything stupid.So that means either he's dead or he's close to it.he said out loud without thinking of it.Korso closed his eyes and let the force flow through him.Reaching out,up through the decaying allyways and outdated buildings of Courscants slums.He felt death a good number of jedi and sith lay here,but he could not find his friend.Opennig his eyes he know that it was going to be along day."Sithspawn where are you"Korso said as he fled into the streets heading to the only direction that had the most he saw on his way in that had the most damage.He had a pretty good idea what caused of it. (This is my first post in a star wars rp so its not my best.)Being a you still have to go over the basics even if you are a padawan. But other then that good job, well thought out and not a beat stick. Only small problem is a Miraluka master when the basicly all died out 5000 years ago....but i'll let that one go ^_^. Just make your way into the training room with the others.
Accepted~Guilyn
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 5:50 pm
Gaia Name:gardeford
Character Name: anton havock
Gender:male
Age:24
Race:human
Character Description:6.5 foot tall caucasian male. armor: bleach white when washed, two gas tanks used as a jet pack, bombs, or a flame thrower.
Relations:doesnt remember but he has a little brother
Character History:anton is from a planet forgotten by most people. in escaping from it he lost most of his memory. the planet was called akapora(and just in case any of you are planing on taking it over dont even try, thier main defence is the soul caliber f cannon that runs on the souls of all the dead in the universe and the marines are nearly invincible, they also have cures for every disease but this stops working when they leave the planet.
Personal Belongings:electrosaber(this looks like a bolt of lightning on a lightsaber handle, it is very efective blocking and atacking but has to charge for five seconds before activating. his suit has three main abilities 1.the magnets in his gloves are so magnetized it he can lift metal and move it around(not as good as the force but good enough to throw it and pull it back.2.the helmet blocks out mind affecting force powers(suppresion,fear,kill).3. it can overcharge the electrosaber giving it the charge of a starship cannon, he can also do this with his fist but with half the charge. and his ship. his ship is called a b.a.r.c. nighthawk(black armored retaliation craft)its shaped like a hook, on the hook side is a giant machine gun while the other side is a blade made of virictidium, a metal that increases in strenth for every material ever thought up(even if it was never real). its computer runs on on a forceflex engine(but alot smaller than the soul caliber f)it is one persons soul(so it cannot be hacked or anything)he named it socks.there are also a bunch of lasers and other small weapons.the ship is cappable of acheiving light speed and is 20 feet long
Alignment:neutral
Occupation:merc
Skills:he is strong enough to lift an x-wing(it takes alot of his energy though,)his suit has eight durasteel bomarangs that shoot out and hit somthing once and then fly back to him, they are stored in his right gauntlet
Flaws:if his suit is hit by electricty it is shut down leaving him completly vulnerable,his gas tanks have ten gallons but are guarded by the armor,even so they make great targets if you get a good shot. he is not very strong minded even though he is smart, without his helmet he is completly vulnerable to mind affecting force power
Roleplay Sample:1. space
"socks, initiate volcanashock grenades!" he said targeting the frigate."fire 10 rounds along the left hull and then open the video feed, i want to see them melt". Anton watched as the frigate melted before his eyes in a matter of minutes."i love watching that".he said satisfied."but remind me to get popcorn the next time we stop"
2.land
"anton, we need support". "i know comander its not that easy" said anton. His radio had been disabled by a concussive blast so he couldnt call for reinforcements anyway. then a thought occured to him. "sir, i cant reach hq but my ship can be here in a less than a minute". "who cares anton just get us something"."here it comes" his ship zoomed over head running its blade alond the ground sending the imperial soldiers flying."now troops move move move" the soldiers burst forth attacking the stunned imperials before they knew what hit them."good job men the day is ours".
sorry if its a bit fast
Hmm, kinda interesting. But why did you put a question mark after his race? Does he not know if he's human or not? The whole armor thing makes me think of Boba Fett's armor. I also find it interesting that he needs his suit for power, because without it, he vulnerable, especially the helmet. And also the fact that the suit has flaws, and isn't all powerful. I find the home planet thing a little strange, but hey, if it works. Just fix the human thing, and you're good to go. Accepted ~T (although work a little on you roleplay speech. It's hard to read all clustered together like that. Also, try using a color for when your character speaks.)
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 2:08 pm
Gaia Name:Sk8chill
Character Name:Kai Dependus
Gender:Male
Age:12
Race:Half Miralukan,half Human
Character Description:He is 6;9,with jet black hair.He usually wears basic jedi robes but when with other trainee jedi he would wear a black jacket with black jeans.He has an athletic type body.He has white and black pupils in both eyes.
Relations:Mom:On coursant.Dad:with mom
Character History:His Mom and Dad were exiled from the jedi order for having a child,but as a last wish they wished for their child to be a jedi((This was before they aloud people to be involed with other jedi.))So now that is alright for jedi to be together he trying to get his parents reinstated as Jedi Knights.But until he is able to go before the council with this he has to get to that rank himself.So he works desperately hard to get their.He will always try to be a jedi.He dreams to be one of the best.
Personal Belongings:Training Lightsaber,holodiscs of jedi teachings and fighting styles.
Alignment:Jedi
Occupation:Jedi Padawan
Skills:Computers,reading,gathering information,nice affinity with the force.
Flaws:His eye sight is weaker than most humans.((His mom didn't tell him he was miralukan.))Tends to act before thinking.Sometimes to talkactive.
Roleplay Sample:Kai looked around the classroom,while noticing all the new jedi hopefuls.He then notices the teacher and the Grandmaster enter the classroom.He gets scared now,cause he is almost 13 and he hasn't been chosen.He wanted to be a jedi so badly.After the Grandmaster looked around the room,the teacher said that he was hear to teaches the newer jedi what the jedi were really about.This helped Kai calm down,the hopefuls looked like he did when he first arrived at the temple.
The only problem I have with this is the jacket and jeans bit. But other than that, I enjoy the motivation for this character. Very well thought through, although be it a little short. But still, I'm just nitpicking. Accepted ~T
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 5:31 pm
Gaia Name: Kumori shadou Character Name: Atlas Shadow Gender: Male Age: 10 Race: human Character Description: stands at about 5ft 3”. He has black hair and green eyes. For young kid he has no out of ordinary features other then a burn mark on his right arm. Due to his troubled child hood he has grown disconnected from emotions on the surface. On the inside he has a deep well of emotion that he has trouble at times handling. For the most part he is seen to be calm. Relations: All dead Character History: He lived in a small mining colony on the border of the known galaxy. His child hood was normal for a semi poor minning famly. His parents worked hard and he had a brother and a sister both older then him. His very early child hood was a hard and poor life, but as he looks back to the few things he can they were his happiest times. Then he felt a strong connection to his famly and enjoyed being around them. He was very close to his siblings always wanting to be around them. Even if the didn't want him around. One day the entire mining colony was whipped out only a hand full survived the devastation. Atlas was only 4 when his child hood was ruined. He spent a months with what little survivors on the planet remained. After that a Jedi had come across the world with a group looking into the destruction of the colony. Since then with the deaht of his famly he ahs not come into contact are goten close to anyone. Not wanting to form any bonds that might be destroyed by grief. Atlas was discovered then to be a force sensitive and was taken in to be trained in the order as a Jedi. He spent his early child hood being trained in the basics all Jedi must go threw. He was taught basics of light saber training and instructed in the very basic concepts of the force. His child hood though having a very dark beginning has left Atlas with nightmares and trouble. His mind has been troubled at what caused the destruction of the world and has dealt with the memories by trying to just bury them. This has caused some early trouble in the order for he has a problem with his emotions and has also spent many a night awake. He is very calm on the surface, but on the inside is a deep well of emotions that cause him a lot of trouble with his Jedi training. Personal Belongings: He has nothing from his past. Alignment: Jedi Occupation: Jedi Initiate Skills: Only the basics needed to start training Flaws: He does not open up about his problems and fear. This causes them to build up inside and could drive him into trouble one day. Roleplay Sample: Atlas is crying in pain from what has just happened. He can’t remember anything but the burning pain of his arm. It is trapped under a piece of hot metal. Al around him fire from the buildings can be seen. People he should know his parents are on the ground around him in some sort of sleep. Emotions start cascading in from all sides in his mind. As his body is crying out in pain as he almost hears voices screaming in his head. All he feels is large amounts of grief and sorrow anger and pain all combined with fear. As it is about to become unbearable. He awakes from the nightmare. A deep sweat has appeared on the skin and the shivers from what he just experience shake his mind. It take an hour to collect the thoughts to finally calm himself down it is the same dream he has had for the last several years the one of his home burning to the ground. I would like to see a little more in the way of a character history, as it is currently rather bland. Having a generic character takes away from your writing style, which is rather fluid and literate. K. (( Ok I will go into more depth. Sorry for long response. It is hard to go into more depth then just added. The history after his colony was reduced to ashes is very umm day to day. Mostly training and teaching in Jedi ways. Thus the problem of going into large amounts of depth cause I feel it would be very boring to repeat the schedule over and over again. As for basic that is because I wanted to create the chearctor depth threw roleplay and have him go from somthing sort of basic to more understood and round as he moved on with what was going on in the present time line. ))
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 3:56 pm
Gaia Name: Just Call Me Anonymous
Character Name: Keiigon Feittrius - Imperials' Mistake/One Shot Your Gone, Keiigon/ Cold Death.
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-Three
Race: Human
Character Description: Silver Sky Blue Eyes, Pure White Bangs With Pitch Black Surrounding Hair About Shoulder Length. Skin Tan Coloration, Implies Long Hours In Sunlight. Height, Around Six Feet , Though Boots Change that to about Six Feet Two Inches. Broad full Shoulders, And Well Developed Muscles From Combat Training. Not The Burliest Of Soldiers, But Surely One Of the Most Dexterous. His Size Is Mostly For Intimidation, As He Prefers To Leave Strength To Those Who Excel At Such Things. Instead He Is Built For Speed, And Prides Himself In Knowing The Best Way To Disarm Almost Every Species In The Galaxy. The Imperial Mark Was Tattooed Into His Back At A Young Age, Along With Many Other Tattoos That Spoke In Ink Of His Heritage.
Full Armor
No Armor
Full Cloak to Cover Armor
Relations:Previous Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet - Father = Aerogon Demitrius. Force Sensitive Dathomir Princess - Mother = Keiirowen Fettora(Deceased)
Character History:Prior to the newest Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet...Keiigon's father Aerogon sought more power. Setting goals for himself, he found himself privately seeking out planets and making deals with them without the consent of the Council... On one such trip he found himself on Dathomir, a beautiful but harsh planet. After battling with words with the Queen...He was going to leave, when the Queen's Daughter Keiirowen came to Aerogon and told him that they would give great quantities of Beskar, and soldiers if he were to give the Queen a Granddaughter. Aerogon took the chance...and after bedding the Princess for a night he left the Planet, and waited for the news.
Two months later, Keiirowen sent a private letter to the Supreme Commander on an update with their unborn child, and the new terms that Dathomir had to offer to the Imperial Fleet. It seemed too good a deal. But it wasn't long until the Queen of Dathomir found out who the father of her grandson...already in disbelief that a male babe was to be born. She was furious, not only that but he stopped the deal, a month before it ran through, and exact month after Keiigon's birth. Tumultuous times started after that, the Supreme Commander trying to keep quiet that he had an off-world son, while he continued to seek support. It was hardly enough though, and it was soon after one of his trips that the word had leaked into the media.
Keiirowen had made her trip on a Dathomir Flag-ship to turn over the child to his father...the boy was but ten years old...and yet he knew much of battle...those on Dathomir looked at him with scorn, and he would live little longer on that harsh planet unless he was well protected. The Empire would not allow a garrison to protect him...so instead Keiirowen gave over the boy...with a firm resolve. She was leaving when she took a poison dart for her boy... An assassin obviously meant for the boy...but when the Princess took it, it looked bad for the Imperials...they were blamed for the death and the resulting war between the Imperials and Dathomir resulted in the removal of Aerogon from the Supreme Commander Status... For the rest of the boy's childhood life, he was trained as an Imperial and quickly grew through the ranks...it wasn't until his eighteenth birthday that he was able to unite the two battling worlds, with a treaty...revealing to both factions who he was. And at what odds he'd survived, and the odds that the child of a Dathomir Princess had been a male, instead of female. From that point on he was looked at as some kind of miracle.
On his Grandmother's deathbed he was given a full set of Mandalorian armor a family treasure, that had once been an Ancient Nightsister's Armor. The first Female Dathomir NightSister to challenge the male Hierarchy and change the balance of rule from a Monarchy to a complete Matriarchy... It was later decorated with Imperial designs to show his status and modified to fit his larger male form. His Grandmother thanked him for bringing peace to the long war that had started because of his birth...it seemed that things had come full circle...but Keiigon wasn't done yet. He had his father sent to an Imperial prison for war crimes, and deaths of many innocents on both sides. He was seen as a hero...and at only the age of eighteen. But it was hardly his life to live, he was sent here and there to be a figurehead, not even the newest Supreme Commander had as much screen time as he had. No, finally he disappeared finding himself on the place that most reminded him of home... Manda'yaim, the cruel, and harsh culture there seemed to remind him of the harsh Dathomir land, and the strict rules of the Imperial Fleet.
Always had he felt the tug of the Force at the corners of his mind...giving him an increases sense of what to do, steering him on what he called his Fate...but never realizing he could have so much control over such things...the new but limiting Force teachings given to him by the Dathomir Nightsisters allowed him to put into focus the powers that he could wield, but he still seeks better training...
Even though he was given the rite to rule as the first Monarch that Dathomir had seen in as many years as a millennia, he chose neither that path nor the path to become an Imperial Supreme Commander, each place seemed to great a pedestal to stand upon with such a target painted on him...instead he makes his living catching jobs like a Bounty Hunter, or doing those odd jobs for one side or the other.
Personal Belongings:
Misc:
Design Blueprints for First Lightsaber
Sidearms:
DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System
Armor Related:
Imperial Revisioned Beskar Mando Armor.
WW-41 CryoBan Grenades
FEX-M3 Darts
ZX miniature flame projector
Gauntlet Dartcaster
Dur-24 wrist laser
MM9 mini concussion rocket
Ships:
MidKnight Raven
Corellian Engineering Corporation Action VI Transport
Alignment: Neutral - Evil.
Occupation: Bounty Hunter/Sensitive Force User in Training.
Skills:One of the best pilots that the galaxy has seen since a young Anakin Skywalker, The Piloting Prowess of Both the Imperials and Mandolorians have been taught to him, not to mention the force sensitivity. His speed and reaction time, was already amazing by Imperial Standards when he was a boy...at his age now, he's just reaching his prime...and his spot on aiming and kill ratio give those who know his name a definite reason to steer clear. Teras Kasi, Jar'Kai,
Flaws:One track mind, always looking out for just himself, only himself. Even if he could make more money by saving one life...he places the main job in focus and tries not to step out of the lines. His looks, and his outfit make it almost impossible for him to hide out anywhere...as usually it is hard to forget someone you saw every other day on the holovid. Another flaw is that he is wanted by the Imperials, and though Mandalore supports him somewhat it is only so long before they catch up.
Roleplay Sample:
A freighter came out of hyperspace, a black and customized Corellian Action VI Transport slowly making its way towards the planet, its surface black and red, filled the view ports. The pilot though instead of turning and heading home with the sight of the dark planet, adjusted the sublight engines and headed into the atmosphere of the planet, he came out of the atmosphere...the Dragon Claw's hull sizzled with the heat, the pilot engaged the atmospheric engines, and pulled up, on the controls, his ship flying fifty meters above the surface of the planet.
He spotted a large palace like structure, and set the coordinates, letting the ship do the work as is landed softly on a large patch of black lava rock. Repulserlifts went off about the ship stabilizing it and releasing hot steam. The pilot set the ship into a shutdown cycle, and decided to set the controls to standby in case the people on this planet didn’t want any visitors. The pilot walked out of the cockpit and down a hallway, pressing a button on the wall that made a door slide up and out of view, the landing ramp moving slowly to the ground in front of him, he walked down the ramp onto the black lava rock.
He walked slowly and rhythmically, his footsteps making less sound than that of the wind outside even with his reinforced beskar boots. Upon his head, a large hood, that cascaded down enough to shade his eyes. A helmet, glinting whitish silver as the light from the lightning lit the surface, black designs, symbolic over the silver surface of the helmet, the black hard to determine where the designs ended and the shadows began. A long jagged gash across the left chest plate of his armor, showing that he was a recognized as "Beast" or to the Dathomir witches "Rancor", as a formidable warrior, and brother. The Teal T shaped opaque glass-like substance that allowed for the tall man to see through glowed softly as if alive. The huge black cloak that adorned his shoulders was nothing hard to miss. The high collar of the cloak rose about his face and neck in a circle, hiding from where his neck met his shoulders to half way up the mask. The cloak had a seam that ran down from the collar to the bottom of the cloak, behind the seam, buttons held the cloak about his figure. The huge sleeves of the cloak covered his arms, hands, and fingers, as they hung loosely at his side. The sleeves came down a good foot from his fingers, swallowing up his arms and making his arms invisible within the folds of cloth. His midnight black cloak camouflaged him well in the darkness, though the silver glowing symbols on his cloak made him stand out. There were silver designs of an ancient language spaced about his cloak, which glowed in the darkness as if made from molten metal, they also shifted slowly across his cloak like writhing tentacles groping for fresh meat. The cloak's bottom hovered only a few centimeters from the ground, moving itself over obstacles as he walked.
His head within the large hood turned to look up at the large palace in front of him, behind his helmet of black and silver, no emotions played on his face as the readings from his HUD displayed the life signs and specific markings on the obsidian walls. He stepped forward, towards the towering structure, and the landing ramp of his ship rose, the paint scheme on the ship mimicking the black and silver of his mask, and was hard to spot as it was camouflaged in this wasteland of a planet. Keiigon had made his entrance.. You've created a very well-developed character. While assumtions still exist, it's certainly the best I've read.
K
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 7:23 pm
Gaia Name: warmaster bane Character Name: darman Gender:male Age: 27 Race: human clone Character Description:6'3 feet, well built, jet black hair and with gold eye's  Character History: cloned on kamino and was raised with two other kamino's and was his friends ever since. was born with a full human life. he was ordered by a man with 2 others just like but was picked up by a wookie, and there the other was picked up by a twelik. for some reason he was not picked up so was raised in topica city. he was named for one of there republic commando's. for a portan of his life he was taught about cloning and science. when he found out about his brothern in the clone wars he wanted to become just like them. with that they trained him in the commando's way. during his training he found Katarn-class commando armor and wore it as a medal of honor when darmen was old enough to go on his own he borded a supply fraghter and went to the first planet it took him. Personal Belongings: DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System, DC-15s side arm blasters, knuckle plate vibro blade, and a rancor medallion. Alignment: mercenary Occupation: merc, bounty hunter Skills: hand to hand combat, blaster specialism, blade specialism, sniper and don't forget demolition's! Flaws: dwells on what his downer (father) would think of him if he saw him, what if he wasn't a clone, very shy with woman. Roleplay Sample: watching the ground he waited for the transport to stop. he check for his gun for the thousandth time and got up. stepping off the locale transport he walked towards the cantina the dancing wookie. many stopped in there tracks to stare at him with his amour on. he hated when they did that. stepping into the bar everyone head turned. he kept walking to the bar until he saw his job dealer. he was a little guy, even for a ugnate. "ok, what do i have?" he said through his mask. the little guy cringed when he heard darmens voice. I'd like to see more about your character. Right now, the not-linked photograph (link it, please, or I'll remove it) is taking up the most space, not your own words. There is a plethora of grammatical errors which I would like you to become conscious of before you begin yoru gameplay. ^^
K it is in the last sentence of character history. and thank's for the heads up display. so am i accepted?
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