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Gaia Name: itnachos11
Character Name: Chan Lee
Gender: male
Age: 17
Race: wookie
Character Description: dark brown and black fur, blue eyes, 6'7", left robotic arm

Home Planet: Kashyyyk
Starting Planet: Naboo
Relations: none
Character History: Chan is a troublemaker. He murdered 2 younger wookies at age 10. He has been banned from his home planet for 5 years. He is known worldwide as a bad wookie. He went to a council meeting and tried to assassinate a jedi, getting his left arm cut off.

He is known by the wookies as "knight kill" because he killed the 2 wookies at night. But worldwide, they call him, darth lee.
He is quite friendless, except for a human named Chad Hulsin. together they were guite the mini gang. Each night, they took turns beating up the litle kids who walked by. One night, lee, was the one who got a beating from a kid with a club.

unknowing what would happen, he ran for it. Hulsin and him moved to a new area in naboo, one where it was densily populated. There they layed low. Waiting, waiting, for something good. and he whole time, it was in front of him....

Alignment: imperial
Occupation: dark jedi
Skills: mind reading, piloting, Force Sencitive

Weapons: blaster pistol, blaster rifel, 2 untouched red and black (both colors mixed ino one blade) lightsaber (because he doesn't know how to use it yet)
Ship: speeder
Personal Belongings: a crystal chainlike necklace, a droid named R7-D5, dark robes, 2 sabers

Roleplay Sample:

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he quickly ran towards the stairs, unknowingly, he was running into a trap. So he ran down the stairs. eventually they caught up to him, pushed him down, and questioned him. he decided to answer using a skill that made him look like he was telling the truth, but he lied, his plan worked, so they let him go.

but that was the plan, to let him go, so he was running and running, eventally, the trap was sprung, he got caught by the mafia's leader. he could do nothing. slowly, the mafia leader pulled out a knife, started stabbing him. slowly and painfully, he died

sorry if this isn't good 3rd person, pm me if i nd more

The sample was....short, and the history is weak at best. However I will let it pass under a few key points you need to understand. First you don't start out as a Dark Jedi, you will have to figure out how to become one. Also I am accepting it because you did not kil a jedi, if you had it would not have been accepted. Accepted~Guilyn.

ok

Gaia Name: God Aries

Character Name: Silais Kairn

Gender: Male

Age: 20 Standard Years

Race: Twi’lek

Character Description: A tall, lean but muscular framed Lethan Twi’lek who stands at 6 foot 11 inches and weighs 235 pounds. He has several oddities about him, from his nearly pure white eyes to the three Lekku all of which are a lighter, almost orange, pigment then the rest of his skin. The Lekku though are usually partly cover by Rycrit bands, which start at the ends of them, keeping them tied together there, and go up in a circular pattern. His right cheek has a deep scar on it from when a training session went wrong that makes the Twi‘lek tattoos covering his face and neck.

Home Planet: Ryloth

Starting Planet: Korriban

Relations: Disowned.

Character History Silai’skairn was born on Ryloth as the first child of a poor but honorable family. His father was a instructor for the Temple Guardsmen and his mother was a music teacher who gave lessons to many of the other Sesk'vati clans. Shortly after he had reached the age of three his mother gave birth to his younger brother. Who became the favorite of the household, the clan, and even gained the favor of the temple priest. The tow brothers sparred constantly once they became older, sometimes this was done in the practice ring, others times is was down out of it. Aside from the obvious favoring place on his brother Silais had others reasons to dislike him. Most of which had to do with Silais being known as a freak and outcast but his younger brother being welcomed by everyone, even amongst the higher caste.

Silais ended up spending much of his time training and studying by himself. Sleep and time become memories as Silais dedicated himself to becoming better then his status. After all a three Lekku Lethan Twi’lek in the Sesk'vati caste was a bit like being a thin Hutt, it was not something deemed acceptable. Silais trained vigorously to not only sharpen his better and strengthen his muscles but to combine the two. Realizing that coming up behind an enemy and having the benefit of surprise were great combat asset Silais worked on making his feet move without a sound being made. But sneaking wasn’t enough, Silais studied how to kill silently and maybe evne more importantly on how to get in and out of a place without leaving a corpse.

These abilities weren’t enough though to win Silais the respect he wanted and longed for. His instructors ignored his progress in stealth and combat, his teachers often ’lost’ his work and claimed that Silais never turned it in. This made for an angry Twi’lek who quickly found training to not be brutal enough for his liking, at night he would sneak out to bad areas seeking out violence and trouble. During one of these night he ran into a Runan Priest who told him of Gerkak'tin and the Gerkak'vati. Silais became this Priest’s pupil and over the years learned his advanced skill was not just luck but was attributed to a higher power. Hearing this Silais followed the Priest to Coruscant where he learned of the Jedi first hand.

They were not new to him per say, often he heard tells of the Jedi taking Twi’leks to be trained, he just ignored it as a political move by the upper castes clans. Seeing them up close and personal Silais knew they had benefits but the teachings were to reserved, they reminded him much of Ryloth and he did not want that. Leaving the poor priest in an alley some where Silais went back home to Ryloth, now 17 years of age. When he came home his younger brother informed him that Silais had been made a Runan in agreement by the council and his family. Hearing this Silais beat his younger, and more stout, brother to the point his orange skin had started turning purple.

Knowing his crime was that of an Exile attacking a clan member, which would not be one of light punishment, Silais fled in a cargo ship. This ship was where he remained as the official ’deal fetcher’ of the crew for nearly two years, which allowed him much practice in sneaking around other ships and certain economic offices. Not following up with much of his religious past Silais had basically forgot about what the priest had taught him, until one day when the ship made a cargo run to Korriban. That was when Silais realized the old priest wasn’t wrong, just misinformed. Finding the Sith was like finding a new life for Silais and he planned on making sure he gains the respect he has always wanted.

Alignment: Sith

Occupation: Waiting Acceptance into the Sith. Previously worked as the official deal maker for a carog ship.

Skills: Fighter (melee and unarmed, doesn’t like blasters), Espionage (light on his feet and a talented liar), and Force Sensitive.

Weapons: Dual Light Sabers, both curved handles that can be connected to from a lightsaber staff.

Ship None
Personal Belongings: His Lyaer'tsa, why a weapon Silais does not carry it into battle. It is a personal reminder of where he came from and what he strives to get past.

Roleplay Sample:
Zelada'kluub was out wondering the streets of Coruscant near his hotel shortly after day break. Following his senses Zelada'kluub felt strongly drawn to an area that was almost overloaded with the presence of Kika'lekki. Realizing the place he wished to go was to far to be reached by foot, Zelda hailed a taxi and gave a instruction on the general area of where he wanted to go. Arriving not far from his destination Zelada was able to find the source of the erngy was coming from what seemed to be a religious building belonging to the caste known as Jedi's. Zelada had encountered a group of humans during his travel that explained the nature of the Jedi and had actually pointed him to Coruscant. Of course he had knwon of the Jedi previously from both scripture and actual accounts of a few Twi'leks leaving Ryloth over the years to study under the Jedi. Zelada even followed the aspects of a few Twi'lek Jedis who had or still were fighting in the war. Studying the building for a short while longer Zelada decided he would seek out a local cantina and see about getting some locals point of view on the current situation.

Everything looks good, however you will not be able to make two sabers until you are least a dark jedi knight o remember that. Accepted~Guilyn

Gaia Name: mizzlehotch777
Character Name: Inder Harrik
Gender: Male
Age: 46
Race: Human
Character Description: about 6 foot tall, medium build, fit, black hair, pale blue eyes. He looks like he's seen much of space. His square jaw and pale eyes seem to look into your soul. He wears a leather vest with various odds and ends sticking out, all of them useful at times.

Home Planet: Corellia
Starting Planet: Endor
Relations: none alive
Character History: Born on Corellia, Inder was raised in a small suburb in Corel. He grew up comfortable, sometimes frequenting the sparceports to talk to the pilots. He loved their stories and dreamed of going to the stars to explore them himself.

He started school at 6 and graduated with honors at 18. He went to the Corel University to study astronomy and political science, earning his degrees in those fields at 24. After that he got a job at a local administrations building for the government, but he still longed to explore the stars.

He rose through the ranks quickly and efficiently. Becoming the assistant for the finances department. Once on a visit to Belladar for trade negotiations, his ship was attacked by pirates. He managed to escape, but his ship was badly damaged and he had to dock in a nearby spaceport. Aware of what was happening, he sold the ship's furnishings and electronics, making enough money to buy an old YT-2400. He couldn't fly this ship on his own, so he found a first mate, a droid named M3PY (Emmthree (if allowed, i'll put him out as a character as well, for now he is intertwined with the Diadem, meaning they share the same fate)). For a long time they have been running illegal goods for Hutts, as well as earning honest pay. They've come to Endor hearing that there might be some lucrative business at a local star port.

Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Trader/Smuggler
Skills: Pilot, Negotiations (diplomacy, bluff and sense motive), Aware (Search, Spot, Listen)

Weapons:Customized SoroSuub S-5(Naboo Security Officer pistol), SoroSuub Firelance Blaster Rifle, combat knife
Ship: Modified YZ-775 Majestic Diadem
Personal Belongings: Majestic Diadem Corellian ID badge(out of date), a picture of his parents. Current cargo in his ship (none at this time), credit chip for 4,000 credits. leather jacket and vest.

Roleplay Sample:

Inder walked into the cantine and surveyed the area, looking for anybody that could give him trouble. Once he spotted any potential threats he sat down at the bar and order his favorite drink, Corellian Whisky. He took a sip of the beverage and instantly felt a little more relaxed. A little taste of home. "Gimme another one bartender. And leave the bottle." He offered up a hefty tip so the bartender would comply. Once he was finished he headed off to where a group of aliens was playing Sabbac. "Let's see if i can get lucky tonight"

If there are amendments i can make, please tell me. I am very anxious to play.

Gaia Name: Chojiro Myameshi
Character Name: Rue Valkahn
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty Four
Race: Kiffar
Character Description: Although Rue appears to be Human-ish, there are many differences that could set him apart as a Kiffar. For one, and the more obvious, the tattoo that moves across his face. Two dark lines that spread from his forehead, down his left eye all the way to the bottom of his jaw, as well as another single line moving down his right eye then stopping to curve diagonally to the beginning of his jaw. The second of the two couldn't be identifiable with any race, his complexion is ghostly white, which causes most some level of discomfort as he appears as well... irregular.



Home Planet: Kiffu
Starting Planet: Coruscant
Relations: None
Character History:
From the moment he was birthed into this world it was clear that something was wrong with him. Even as a baby Rue was completely pale in complexion, in all honesty some of the ones giving birth would have assumed him dead had he not been crying so loudly. And as per tradition, the markings of his mother were painted across his face. Two lined of black moving down over his left eye, all the way to the bottom of his jaw, as well as a final line moving down his right eye, curving diagonally towards the corner of his jaw and stopping.

His mother was a nice woman who fell in love with the child from the moment their eyes met, in her eyes he was perfect, not a flaw had befallen her sweet little Rue. His father saw things quite differently however, at first, he blamed the ones who gave birth for what had happend, saying that they somehow messed up and they should pay for what they had done. However, it didn't take long for his father's resentment to fall to the child.

Many years passed, Rue was now seven years old and dealt with hardships every day. If his father wasn't beating or screaming at him for doing something wrong, something out of the ordinary, then his fellow children were outcasting him from the group in which they played great warriors. If he asked to join in, he would be beaten and bruised, unwilling to fight back as per his mother's wishes, giving his father something else to be ashamed of.

It was around the age of eleven when he first learned of his powers, barely any in his particular bloodline had the ability of psychometry, but when Rue had told his mother what had happend, when he was trying to get some sleep and reached out to touch his pillow with his hand, how he had seen himself laying there, and laying there, tossing and turning, as if seeing what was going to, or had already happend. His mother was quick to act, taking him to a trainer of such arts, to teach him how to control this odd power.

More time passed and he learned how to use his psychometry. He could now see the history of objects with a mere touch and concentration, witnessing a previous owner to an artifact handed down through the generations, or even the last person that had held a vibroblade. The feeling of seeing the past was quite intresting and made him feel almost superior to all of those who didn't have this uncommon ability.

He was now seventeen years old and as per his father's wishes, was training everyday with swords around his home. He had been doing so for years now, and the feeling of having a melee weapon in his grip was more than exciting. The mere thought of being in a life or death duel with another person for whatever reason brought on feelings of heroism, he was almost to the point he was an equal to his father in battle, and his father trained more often than he had, stacked on with the fact he had been alive far longer. All this did was prove to Rue that he was indeed superior to his father, and that no one under him should ever talk down like he was a dog again, he was to take no more abuse.

A year passed and still he did nothing but train. No one would dare talk to the "pale one" at this point, not when it had been confirmed that he was a psychometrist. But he didn't mind this, the thought of having friends at this point would be no more than a burden on his mind. Friends were a weakness that could be exploited and taken advantage of, oh how his mind had darkened over the years, how an innocent child could become such a darkened person full of anger and hate just by not recieving enough attention.

The death of his mother was not something he took lightly, the one person Rue could count on, the only one who had ever thought that he could become anything he wished had parished, and all of his dreams along with her. He was now stuck with a man who hated the mere sight of him, as well as everyone else on the planet who looked at him as somewhat of a freak. It was night at the time, Rue had just finished training and had neglected putting his sword up, rather just leaving it outside on the ground. He no longer cared for rules, for the authority to govern what he should or shouldn't do. And with his father's mental state after his wife's passing, of course he was going to yell and scream about disopline and how he was deserving of whatever punishment he saw fit.

Rue snapped, he had put up with the abuse all of his life, and taken it with a smile in his own eyes, but no more. Without putting much thought into it, he reached down and took the blade into his left hand, still in the midst of his father lecturing him. It was obvious that Rue had drown out the old man, it was something he had gotten use to just nodding to his father's orders without actually listening to him, without hearing a word that he was saying. The look in Rue's eyes told his father that he wasn't paying attention and required some sort of punishment. The old man raised his left hand and brought it down to strike Rue over his head.

There were only two flashes of steel. After the first, the man's hand followed through with the slap, but hit nothing. Rather, he was more focused on the sight of his own hand flying through the air in the opposite direction. No matter, he didn't have time to feel pain before the second flash struck. The blade had ended up catching the old man in the throat, driven downward so the tip of the blade severed his spine for one last kick in the face. There was no turning back at this point, what had been done had been done. Rue just needed to gather all of the evidence, all of the items which he had touched so no psychometrist could come and tell that Rue had done such a terrible act.

Before long, Rue had everything at his side, the weapon that did it, his clothes, a cloak, even a large mask that his father had kept for personal reasons. One touch would allow him to see it's usage either way, and at least it looked somewhat valuable. Deciding that the best course of action for him to do would be to flee the planet, and being no ace pilot of any kind, he smuggled himself onboard a freighter following a personalized route for some special rich person that could afford the luxury. Rue didn't care where it was going, as long as it was far away from this planet and it's people.

Years passed, Rue had become somewhat use to hopping from ship to ship to get off of a planet he felt he had stayed too long on. He hadn't been caught yet, and with any luck it would stay that way. His father's mask now rest on his own face, he had viewed it's history as a rebreather some many years ago used by his father on different planets. Something he never knew his father did, travel. It worked for two things, if he ended up on a planet where the air was somewhat... less than breathable, he was able to survive, at least long enough to hop aboard yet another ship, and two, it was an intimidation factor. This specific model was dated, and while it worked fine, it was large and clunky, which made it appear as though it did something else. This was fine with Rue, solitude was what he did best.

By some unholy fate, he had ended up on Tatooine, a backwater desert planet that's only life were those dying or taking advantage of those dying, the scumpit of the galaxy. He couldn't stay at a place like this, not for long anyways. It took him all of a week to find a suitable ship to hop a ride on. In that week he hunted for food, scavenged, wandered and generally complained to himself about the heat.. he hated the heat. But he couldn't risk ending up on another planet as bad as this one, and with all of the odd looks he was getting, he had to depart very quickly before someone ended up figuring out he wasn't as tough to take down as his appearance gave off. And so he hopped aboard a ship, once more successful in being quite silent. All that would ring through his head was where the ship was headed, a planet full of life, full of action... Coruscant.
Alignment: Dark Side
Occupation: Wanderer.
Skills: Force Sensitive, Psychometry(Kiffar racial ability).

Weapons: Vibroblade.
Ship: None.
Personal Belongings: Mother's cloak (Dark blue cloak that covers body), Father's mask.

Roleplay Sample: Rue's footsteps echoed throughout the hallway of the building, down and around ever corridor in the area. He wanted to be noticed, to feel the eyes of those that wished to look in the face of fear, only to second guess themselves and run away, nothing gave him more joy. Without much effort on his part, he lifting both of his arms, outstretched to his sides in order to pull his fingers along the aged walls of this specific building, or more specifically to drag his fingers along the doorframe.

His ability at Psychometry was uncanny, he was definately one of the best at being able to grasp ahold of specific memories that he was after, and today was nothing special. As his hands would indent for the doorways, he would catch different images of people walking in and out, able to set aside the further back memories and replace them with the newer ones, those that had happend only a day before, maybe even moments before. He continued until he found the room he was after, his vision flashing with the image of a woman running inside in quite a hurry, as if trying to hide.

Under his mask a smirk crossed over his lips "No one can run.." was all that he muttered, turning towards the same room with the utmost excitement, he was going to finish his first job, get credits, buy something to eat, oh the sound of food was something to be thrilled over indeed. With a few taps of his knuckle against the hard, metal door he waited... only to be surprised when a Bothan male answered his call with a raspy "Yes?" There they sat, staring back at one another for a few moments.. he wasn't aware there would be more than one subject he would have to take care of... no matter, all would get their own in time. With a small bow of his head, he replied with "Wrong room.. apologies." and turned to walk away... all would get their own indeed.

Oh, my. I loved the app. (SCORE! You're a darksider! Character interact with me please? xDD) You're in. ~K

Gaia Name djjedimaster13
Character Name Razor (last name unknown)
Gender male
Age 14
Race human
Character Description blonde hair blue eyes slim tall

Home Planet Tatooine
Starting Planet Naboo
Relations brother and sister in law
Character History Razor was born on a far away planet called Tatooine. during his birth his mother died, his father was so heart broken he comited suicide. leaving Razor with his older brother and his sister in law they werent able to live with out there parents and they had to survive in the deserts of Tatooine. as Razor grew older he become stronger he realized he had a strange power. an unusaul power no power of a normal human. he was always stronger than his brother and always ran faster than his brother.


Razor than realized he was no ordinary human he had special powers and abilities that as far as he knew no other human had. as time weant on Razor was able to get a job as a pilot transporting supplies to distint planets. one day razor was assigned to deliver a supply of special crystals to a place called Couresaunt. upon his arrival he kept getting those strange feelings again his head started pounding when he weant in side the themple like building where he had to make the delivery to, a strange man came up to him. Razor asked him who he was the man said thats not important but what is important is that you follow me he said. so Razor followed him the man asked do you ever get strange feeling in your head when your in certain places yes said Razor the man asked do you ever get a head acrh when your in those places yes said Razor the man said are you getting a head aceh right know yes said Rozor. the man said then you are a force sensitive. Razor could not belive his ears then does that mean im a Jedi yes the man said and this is the Jedi temple and thats where Razors training began.

Alignment light
Occupation jedi
Skills piloting,electronics, and cooking

Weapons lightsabor and blaster rifle
Ship x wing
Personal Belongings an old pendant that belonged to his mother

Roleplay Sample as Razor was walking around the city of Mos Eisly of his home planeet Tatooine two very strange men where walking next to him and they kept looking at him like they wanted to kill him. Razor quickly ran off the men did not follow him he eventually lost them.

Gaia Name: Mr. best dutch beer in the world
Character Name: Bertus steigerpijp
Gender: Male
Age: 72
Race: Human
Character Description: Bertus is just the standard old folk
Bald head, small beard, and sunglasses to prevent people from seeing his wrinkly eyes. He wears a blue jedi robe, and almost always holds his lightsaber in hand.
This be him:

ADDITION: Rank: jedi padawan (yes, a 72 year old one)

Home Planet: Rodia (as far as he knows)
Starting Planet: Jedi temple
Relations: He is in love with his teddybear, who he thinks is a beatiful twi'lek
Character History:
Bertus was adopted by a Rodian trader at a very young age. Noone remembers where the trader actually found him, but it is known that Bertus was somewhere on a street, half dead, not even a half year old.
The trader (yes, trader, not smuggler omigosh a fair rodian) took care of the kid and soon the young boy healed. When the kid was 5 year old, everyone who knew him saw th kid managed to use the force a bit while playing with his toys.

His 'father' knew what to do and brought him to the jedi on Coruscant, which gladly took him as a student. He was an avarage student, not really special in anything, but he wasnt a bad jedi either. When he was 20, Bertus went on trial with his master. They had to reclaim something from a temple on Yavin IV. It was the last thing Bertus had to do before he could be promoted.
Unfortunatly, when walking in, a brick fell out of the wall, hitting Bertus straight on the head. Noone threw the brick, or pushed it, there are no complot theories. just bad luck
After months of fighting for Bertus's live, it seemed he recovered completely.. but when they withdrew him from his bacta tank, they discovered they were wrong.
His body was perfect, but his memory gone, and he crazed out. Bertus tought he was a jedi master, and waved his lightsaber all over the place. All other memory was just erased. The jedi took the saber away and put Bertus in a psychic patient institute. But he could still use the force, and used that to break out and return to the jedi temple, where he told he succeeded his mission by breaking away from the 'imperials' as he called them, that captured him.

To the jedi it was obvious Bertus would always stay a jedi master in his mind, and wave his saber all day. So they gave him a plastic lightsaber, which he waved around with at least 4 hours a day, and let him be in his illusion to be a great master. Knowing he'd just stay in the temple, he couldn't be of many harm, but he couldn't be of use either.
Besides that, Bertus needs at least 3 glasses of alcohol a day, or he completely flips... and if he does, he can become crazy and misuse its force powers.
from time to time, bertus can be of use to students. He does read a lot in the jedi library and he does remember that knowledge... on most questions about the force, he does know an answer, no matter of he's old, senile and crazy

Alignment: Jedi
Occupation: padawan
Skills: drinking, knowledge, waving a plastic lightsaber in the impression it's a real one

Weapons: a plastic saber
Ship: none
Personal Belongings: plastic saber and a pink teddybear

Roleplay Sample: Bertus sips his cold beer and relaxes..
"damn, does that taste good..."



Right right, I'll enlenghten it, because it's you:

RP sample:
Bertus sips his cold beer and relaxes..
"damn, does that taste good..."

Suddenly, a girl comes into the room. Bertus stand up from his very relaxing, soft and fuzzy chair and places his beer on the small table next to it. He greets the girl, and of course, she greets in return.
"Bertus, I hate to tell you this but... your RP sample is too short.. MAKE IT LONGER!

NOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!"

Bertus, mentally unstabile as he is, flipped hearing this and had only one reply. He grabbed his lightsaber from his belt, activated it, and immidiatly pounded the girl on her head. He ran out of the room, to his quarters, still screaming
"That should get you, you sith!"

Once Bertus arrived in his quarters, he locked the door and went to his lover that was sitting on the couch. When he was next to her, he swung his beatifully glowing blue plastic lightsaber trough the air activly while telling her about his encounter with the sith today. Of course, the pink teddybear gave little response, but that didn't matter. He heard response in his mind, and Bertus his day was once again a good one

Gaia Name: Souno
Character Name: Souno Stanton
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Human
Character Description:
Souno is six foot two and has redish/blonde hair. He is fair skinned and has light blue eyes. His long hair is constantly in his eyes and accents his bright smile that he always wears. He has a muscular body and many scars from fights as a child.

Home Planet: Dxun (the moon by Onderon)
Starting Planet: Korriban
Relations: He has his twin brother Tchai; Who decided to become a dark Jedi
Character History:
Souno was born on the moon of Dxun and raised by his loving father and mother. He was trained as a native warrior and grew up as such. When he was still a young teen he went for a walk with his brother one day and found an abandoned Sith Temple that was supposed to have been destroyed. He and his brother entered and changed their lives, and their relationship, forever. Once inside they found many skeletons of ainchent warriors, their lighsabers still rusting in their hands. Deep inside the maze of tunnels they found a cloud of dark energy that eminated from the cave itself. It cause their emotions to rage and instigate violence in their lives, but Souno resisted it. Unfortunately his brother did not. His brother let his emotions consume him and soon was running deep inside the cave where he found old sith holocrons preaching against the jedi. It influenced him down the dark side.
When the two boys finally came home, they found their camp decimated. Upon entering the camp they found their parent's bodies defigured by their attackers, whom they soon identified. The empire enslaved them and brought them to Korriban where they have lived ever since as slaves working for a local bar on the planet's surface. There they learned much about the galaxy and soon got into the service of a local trader who bases his operations off of Korriban.

Alignment: Republic
Occupation: Jedi
Skills: Force Sensitive, stealth, Survival

Weapons: he has a small blaster pistol and his father's old blaster
Ship: He doesn't own a ship
Personal Belongings: He has no belongings, besides a beautiful black crystal that has been passed down through the clans on Dxun for generations.

Roleplay Sample: You'll get it after the next profile. It involves both characters.


Gaia Name: Souno
Character Name: Tchai Stanton
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Human
Character Description: Same as Souno, they're identical.

Home Planet: Dxun
Starting Planet: Korriban
Relations: His twin brother Souno.
Character History
Tchai was born on the moon of Dxun and raised by his loving father and mother. He was trained as a native warrior and grew up as such. When he was still a young teen he went for a walk with his brother one day and found an abandoned Sith Temple that was supposed to have been destroyed. He and his brother entered and changed their lives, and their relationship, forever. Once inside they found many skeletons of ainchent warriors, their lighsabers still rusting in their hands. Deep inside the maze of tunnels they found a cloud of dark energy that eminated from the cave itself. It cause their emotions to rage and instigate violence in their lives, while Souno resisted it, Tchai did not. He let his emotions consume him and soon was running deep inside the cave where he found old sith holocrons preaching against the jedi. It influenced him down the dark side.

When the two boys finally came home, they found their camp decimated. Upon entering the camp they found their parent's bodies defigured by their attackers, whom they soon identified. The empire enslaved them and brought them to Korriban where they have lived ever since as slaves working for a local bar on the planet's surface. There they learned much about the galaxy and soon got into the service of a local trader who bases his operations off of Korriban.

Alignment: Imperial
Occupation: Dark Jedi
Skills: Force Sensitive, stealth, Survival

Weapons: He has his blaster from home and an ainchent sword that was rumored to possess dark powers
Personal Belongings: A hunting knife and his mother's old necklace

Roleplay Sample

This sample contains a battle between Souno and Tchai. Every paragraph is from the other's perspective.


Souno stepped out of the hotsprings and ran a hand through his wet hair. He was frusterated by August's mood, but he just didn't have to words to cheer her up right now. It was all so different here away from the forest. He shook his head and watched as drops of water fell towards the ground, but he froze them before they hit and caused them to spin around him slowly, reflecting the sun. Rainbows danced accross the cement path as he walked towards the gates and saw his brother off to one side. He really felt the need to just expend all of his energy. "Maybe I'll go to the Arena...." He wandered over in that direction and looked around him at the people there. "And now i just need a person to spar with...."


Tchai stood up from the grassy patch of grass near the arena where he had fallen asleep staring up at the sun. "I need somewhere to be, how about the arena!" He rolled up onto his back and sprung up onto his feet. He looked over at the entance and saw his brother looking around. "Hoo rah! A nice spar with my 'wonderful' brother! I can't wait to see him bleed." He rolled his eyes and strolled over to Souno, "Looking for a partner?"

Souno looked over at Tchai and sighed, "It's about time that we simply fought here. I hear they have a forest arena here. Let's crank up the rain and turn on a storm. We'll duke it out till inability to move or otherwise." He looked Tchai up and down before walking over to the arena.

Tchai followed his brother and once they got to the arena he cranked the rain to downpour, spun the wind up, and let loose the thunder and lightning. He felt a cold wind blow past him and watched the trees blow. "Just like home, eh?"

Souno didn't even look back at Tchai as he stepped into the forest and was soon jogging between trees and felt the rain soaking him, but the cold didn't matter. He was already to cold to be bothered by anything so trivial as rain. He came to a clearing and stopped and sat cross legged in the center. The rain building up on his skin and starting to freeze.

Tchai glared at his brother as he disappeared into the forest. He took after him and was soon soaked, with the steam rolling off of him from where the cold drops hit him on his skin. He put his hands up and fire whirled around them to engulf his body and illuminate the paths ahead of him.

Souno stood, his body was covered in ice from shoulder to foot. His head was bare, and his hair was in icy strands. His eyes peered ice blue and matched the tone of his shoulder plates that curved up from his shoulders like horns and seemed to be seemlessly connected to his arms and hands. He looked lithe despite the added bulk of the ice and he wore a swinging cape of ice that blew with the wind. He stepped out of the clearing and headed into the darkness.

Tchai looked around at the forest, "This will take far too long." He held his hand up to his eyes and when he lowered it his eyes pulsed red. The world was suddenly mostly black except for a few spots among the trees where heat gathered. He was looking for his brother, and he was damned if he wouldn't find him.

Souno held his hand up to his eyes and concentrated, he knew that his brother would be using his useless heatvision here. He also knew that he had the opposite of heat vision and could see things from the amount of cold that they put off, and in this forest, his brother would stick out like a sore thumb because of his high body heat. He opened his eyes and they pulsed an icy blue that immediately picked out the form of his brother approximately two hundred yards away from him. He nimbly created footholds up a tree next to him and scaled the tree to its branches where he sprung from branch to branch towards his brother.

Tchai damned his brother's low body heat and stopped looking for him. He simply released multiple streams of flame in all directions and watched them weave their way through the trees. The intensity of the flame was great enough to evaporate the water on the trees. He was now surrounded by light and his brother could never creep up on him. Tchai laughed at his brother's stupidity in accepting this offer for a duel.

Souno sat above Tchai and watched him relax, sure that he wouldn't be snuck up on. He knew that with one blow the battle could be over, but he didn't want it to be that easy. He slolwly lowered himself behind his brother and dropped into the moss around the base of the tree. He extended his hands and watched as ice surrounded his brother's feet without touching them. He held out his right hand and felt ice solidify into a tall quarter staff that he held firmly in his hand. He reached forward and tapped his brother on the shoulder.

Tchai felt the hand on his shoulder and spun around, lashing out with his foot. Suddenly he was falling, having slipped on the ice, but caught himself on ths slippery surface. He rolled away from his brother and sprung to his feet, fire flinging from his hands. "How did he do it!?"

Souno's staff whirled as the fire glanced about it, he was spinning it fast enough that he could practically see Tchai clearly through the wiz of it's ends. He grew tired and concentrated as he released his grip on the staff. It remained spinning in the air, and was soon moving fast enough that no fire was seeping through it. He pushed it back towards Tchai and watched as his flames rebounded back on him.

Tchai pushed all his might into the fire, but he was nervous. His brother's staff was a formidible thing to deal with. He quickly sent out two trailers of fire around either side to distract him. He hadn't bargined on his brother sneaking up on him.

Souno glanced at the trailers coming towards him, and dodged out from behind his staff before letting it slip out of the way of the stream of flame. It hit the tree behind him and set it ablaze despite the rain and ice coating its surface. He extinguished the flames with two swipes of his staff before turning back to his brother.

Tchai straffed behind a tree and sprinted away into the darkness, he wasn't going to win this skirmish. He looked around with his heat vision and spotted an intensely hot area some distance into the forest. He stepped out and was amazed at what he saw. It was a giant tree that seemed to be livid with fire. It stood easily fifty feet across and at least a hundred feet high. He was amazed that they had one here, the only other ones he had ever seen had been back home in the Amazon. He stepped up to the tree and put his hand on its surface and felt the fires inside pulse against his skin, wanting him to be theirs. "Not today, but I will use you to descimate my brother." He envisioned the fires consuming the forest and he felt the earth raze beneath his face and the trees nearest to it erupted into flames.

Souno followed Tchai slowly, he wasn't in a hurry. Suddenly heat blotted out his vision and radiated out from the center of the forest. "What?" He stood stunned as trees erupted into flames in concentric circles from a large source of heat. "This is too much Tchai..." He shook his head and ran, it was all he could do. As the ice fell from his body and he ran faster he knew what he was going to do. He was going to go back to the hot springs and cheer up August. It was alot easier than killing his brother today.

Tchai's world was livid with flames, it was too much for him. Too much power to take in. He was sucked into the tree where he was infused with even more fire and his world went black

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Tall, muscular brothers fighting on opposite sides after losing their hometown?! I'd go to that movie, if just to see the angst. xD I loved the RP example: you're in.

~K