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Gaia Name: fencerboy
Character Name: Dar Dha
Gender: male
Age: 28
Race: human
Character Description: army cut brown hair with speacialy designed battle armor, 5'9
Home Planet: Quilura
Starting Planet: Tatooine
Relations: brother-Solus Adenn

Character History: right from the age of three he learned fluent mandolorian, basic, hutt, and the language of the Givin ((I can't remember what it's called)). at age five he started hunting and training to fight melee and ranged.

At age twelve, Dar Dha started learning piloting skills and ship gunning as he planned to work on/own a ship when he gets older. he was out one day, hunting, when to his horror, a pirate cruiser hailed his house on quillura and his mother and father were killed. before the ship got away his astro droid got its identification and Dar Dha and his brother (who had been hunting with him) swore to kill the pirates and destroy the ship.

as he neared adulthood he joined a ship and started working as navigator on the smuggler ship, later, he became captain of an older re-built cruiser

Alignment: neutral
Occupation: bounty hunter
Skills: piloting, electronics, and sniper/assassination
Weapons:verpine rifle and 2 blaster pistols in quick-draw holsters
ships: firespray
Personal Belongings: astro droid (R6-S1) , verpine rifle, ships, comlink
Roleplay Sample:

Party time
Have you read the announcements? There are no mandalorians left, so no people looking like jango. You might say you are human, but do not dress up like a mandalorian. After a short chat with K we came to the conclusion that all mandalore arms are in musea, and they are going to stay there.
Please change a more original outfit, and please enlenghten/improve your rp sample a bit, too. Oh, and perhaps improve the readability by using form sephy coded

two things, he can still speak mandolorian, right? and the sephy code means color, right? (just to be sure)

Roleplay sample biggrin ar Dha was in the bridge of the Gra 'tua Kom 'rk as it was prepared for flight.

well, we should hurry, I don't want to have to pay extra and honestly, we shouldn't be late. Solus! is the ship almost ready?

ya, we just have to re-fuel and we're ready to go

alright, everyone ready let's go!

suddenly the nav computer went-hay wire with ships coming into the system, all armed with planetary assault guns

Sir! ships are hailing the planet, they look like old dreadnaught cruisers but they aren't normal, all controled by the capitol ship, should we get in the air and hail it?

No, Commander just get the computer to set coordinates for Tatooine, this isn't our battle.

The 'sephy code' improves readability because it paragraphs everything, but that's not the most important. Color is optional, but I'm glad you use it...
I guess you can still learn mandalorian language somewhere, too bad you're the only one that knows it, so I do not see any advantage unless you prefer talking to yourself... but ok, i'll accept you. rp posts might be a bit longer, but I guess you improve in time
Accepted -MrA

Gaia Name:sfulpiap43
Character Name:DJ
Gender:Male
Age:19
Race:Human
Character Description: DJ always walks around with his hair slicked back, he's about 5'6". His skin is tan, as he was born on Tatooine and got dark from workin the fields owned by his family

Home Planet:Tatooine
Starting Planet:Tatooine
Relations:Family (one brother, one mother, one father)
Character History:Born to proud parents, DJ is the oldest of two. During his years before college he took up martial arts from a local and learned to shoot laser rifles and blasters from his father, who had taught himself to protect his family from the sand people. His mother taught to concentrate on what he was doing in the present, to always be courteous, and all he knows about medicine. DJ's med skills are from a time before bacta tanks were popular, and his skills rival those of medical droids.

DJ left his life on tatooine to make a name for himself and to make his family proud.

Alignment:New republic
Occupation:Travelling doctor
Skills:force sensitive, blaster pistol skills(average for dual wielding, below average for single pistol), below average blaster rifle skills, above average hand to hand combat skills, above average staff skills (quarter staffs, bo staffs, dual sided swords, random poles), sword skills (long sword, short sword, vibroblades, vibroswords, average for single wield, below average for dual wield)

Weapons:1x Echani ritual brand (dual sided sword), 1x corellian heavy pistol, 1x ion pistol, 1x disruptor pistol

The echani ritual brand has a spring mechanism so the blades can be retracted for easy storage (similar to the darth maul lightsaber....but with blades)

the corellian heavy pistol has a hair trigger upgrade and is stored on the right hip. DJ can draw it with lightning speed. It was DJ's father's and has been in the family a long time, and while it can be considered an antique, its design allows for modification and it is more powerful than the average blaster pistol

the ion pistol left hip slightly towards the back, no upgrades. It takes DJ a second longer to draw the ion pistol when compared to the heavy pistol

the disruptor pistol is stored on the left leg, in a thigh holster. While still considered "quick" this gun is drawn the slowest, by the time this is drawn, DJ may have fired two shots from the heavy pistol

Ship:old repaired a-wing

Personal Belongings:a dogtag with a pic of his family, a chain necklace with a cross hanging from it, aviator sunglasses with mirror finish, his weapons

one astromech droid:no combat upgrades, but has security hacking upgrades

one combat droid sad Like HK-47 from KOTOR, before he is "unlocked" at the end) upgraded combat logic and upgraded targetting skills, always carries sith sniper rifle (its an antique the DJ's family was able to get from jawas), for short he is referred to as "Gary"

Roleplay Sample:
It was a normal day in the "fields" of tatooine. DJ was out checking one of the moisture vaporators when out of no where he heard the battle cry of the sand people. Taking cover behind a near by dune, DJ activated his wrist communicator to have Gary on stand by.

Formin on the horizon the Banthas of the sand people were drawing closer, and still hiding, DJ readied himself, drawing the heavy blaster and the disruptor pistol. Taking aim he fired, one shot from the disruptor and two from the heavy. The lasers flew, searing the skin of the bantha and sending the first rider flying.

The other four sand people dismounted and approached the direction of the moisture vaps and the dune where DJ was hiding. DJ, taking a chance ran sideways towards the next dune, randomly shooting in the direction of the sand people, hoping to hit them. The plan did not go as he expected, as he did was kick up sand. Suddenly two sand people were above him.

"damn they move quickly" he thought to himself as he drew his echani brand to block the first blow from a gaffi stick. As he deflected it he saw a second gaffi stick comin for his head. He roled away, since he was still lying on the dune, but he would have been seriously injured it gary had not let off a shot from his rifle, taking the hand and the gaffi stick off the second sand person. DJ quickly thrust one end of the echani brand into the second sand person while turning him and getting up to avoid a stab from the first sand person. The last two were now approaching. Holding the brand in his left hand, DJ made an overhead slash towards the first sand person, who blocked it, only to notice that DJ had drawn the heavy pistol with his right hand, and aimed it at the stomach of the sand person.

"peace man" DJ said, and with a wink, finished off the first sand person with a point blank range shot to the abdomen, leaving a nice hole.

DJ the quickly stored the brand and drew the disruptor pistol, while firing shots in the general direction of the approaching sand people. Gary was also firing. DJ then fired his triple shot combo(one from the disruptor and two from the heavy pistol). Luckily one caught the third sand person in the arm and the disruptor caught it in the chest, causing him to disintegrate.

The other sand person was on his way back to his bantha when a red beam caught him in the back of the head.

"nice shot gary" DJ announced as he returned to the speeder
"thank you master" replied gary

and with that they returned home to the great meal that awaited them

looks good, you're in -mramstel

Gaia Name: Alice Fletcher
Character Name: Ardana Mitt` `tak
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Race: Twilek
Character Description: A young and beautiful yellow Twilek. Despite her lithe form and attractive demeanor, she's not the type to dress up when she doesn't have too. On "working days" she covers her Hut chosen outfit with a baggy brown cloak - but as long as she's in Gatto's lair, she dresses in finer clothing. Silk, seethrough garmets of artistic design, and flashy high heels chosen by Gatto.

Home Planet: Geonosis
Starting Planet: Coruscant
Relations: Wealthy Merchants on Geonosis (deceased)/"Gatto The Hut"(Living)
Character History: Ardana was born to wealthy merchants on the planet Geonosis. Though in a family of mostly males, she was treated with disrespect, and soon - against her mothers wishes - sold into slavery on a nearby planet.

She worked as a dancer for her new master for three years, until her sixteenth birthday. By listening to the stories of old war veterans and watching bar brawls, she gradually learned to take care of herself as well as how to find her way around the galaxy. It was only two days after her sixteenth birthday when she decided to run. Slipping her oh so trusting master something to put him to sleep in his drink, she easily escaped on -his- ship.

As a wanted criminal, she was chased to and from planet after planet after planet. Soon she found her way to Nar Shadaa and simply blended into the crowd. No one would find her there. For 1 year she remained safe there, hiding in the lower, slum areas of the city - only ascending to the surface to steal goods from stupid rich merchants and tourist.

But one day, one of her randomly picked targets happened to belong to Gatto the Hut - a big wig Hut in the city. He placed a million credit bounty on her head. She eluded his vengeful searches for weeks, but with every person in city out looking for her, it wasn't long before she was caught.

Out of "mercy" and fascination, he did not harm the lovely twilek. Instead, he cut her a deal - her life, for his needs. From that day Ardana's new employer would be Gatto the Hut - she would steal from his enemies, be it info or credits, and in return she was given a place to stay, rest, eat and drink.

She was given a ship recently to travel to Corussant to gather information on a number of things - as well as to draw 'heat' from the planet Nar Shadaa. Though Gatto's trust is hardly existent, he's placed a tracker droid to follow her everywhere she goes, along with a tag that can be recognized by his scanners lightyears away.

Alignment: Nuetral (currently)
Occupation: Thief
Skills: Survival Skills/Lock Picking/Stealth

Weapons: Single Handed Virbroblade/Dual Blaster Pistols
Ship: ID 2022 - "The Spirit" A large, golden ship of luxurious design. Or atleast it was, in it's earlier, finer days. Now the paint is chipped, and much is gone wrong with it. Slowly but surely Ardana is repairing it with the help of her tracker droid. Non the less, it's extremely fast and can only be spotted by certain radars.
Personal Belongings: Lockpick

Roleplay Sample: Ardana's eye lids felt heavy as the ship continued on course for Corussant. It had been a few hours already. As not to attract attention, she was forbidden to use her hyperdrive until she reach a set distance from Nar Shadaa.

Another hour and I'll be set... She thought to herself sarcastically. It already felt like it had been days in open space - and though her set distance had not yet been reached, she could no longer spot Nar Shaddaa from the ship.

She wanted to get to her destination as soon as possible, and to do that, she had to hit the hyperdrive as soon as she reach her 'check point.' But each star that her eyes ran sluggishly across pushed her closer to sleep.

One hundred thousand fifteen....one hundred thousand sixteeen....one hun......

She was fast asleep then, and probably wouldn't be awake again for hours, hours AFTER her check point.


you're in, good luck -mramstel

Gaia Name: Michael Vereaux
Character Name: Michael Vereaux
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Human
Character Description: Michael is about 5.8 feet tall with short dark gray hair that goes a little down passed his eyes and his weight is about 99 pounds, a slender body with much quickness in his movements. His face is stern with a calmness around it when he looks upon a person. His right eye and left eye are different colors, the right being gray and his right red as he has a vertical scar over it that goes from his forehead, down over his right eyebrow and down to level with the bottom of his nose. He has three piercings in his right ear as he wears a small green stone earring on the bottom most pierce. He has a brown short sleeve shirt with a picture of a white lion on it, a Japanese character above the lion and a red Japanese character below the lion. He wears deep green jeans with a buckle single silver ring belt around his hips and black boots. He wears gray bandage wraps around his whole left hand up toward his elbow, covering all of his skin toward it as he also wears gray bandage wraps around his right hand but only his right hand.

Home Planet: Tatooine
Starting Planet: Coruscant
Relations: He had parents but both are dead. He also has a sister, Sarah Vereaux, but she is nowhere to be found.
Character History: His parents were rich merchants who sold weapons and ships to others with a talent of trading. One of the people they mostly sold to were the Sith though and were always chased after by Jedi on different planets. They were able to avoid capture by bribing Dark Jedi to guard them and bribing other people to get them from one planet to another. His mother gave birth to Michael on Tatooine. Although, he was born with two gray eyes instead of the gray and red eye like he is now. After another year, moving to another planet once again, his mother gave birth to his sister, Sarah, on Coruscant. Although, that’s where his parents made their ends. Two months after giving birth to Sarah, the people that his parents bribed turned on them and killed them. Once they were dead, Michael and Sarah were sold into slavery and shipped back to Tatooine. Michael and Sarah grew up not knowing what their parents did as they were shipped from one slave owner to another. When Michael had turned 13 and Sarah was 12, Michael and Sarah were separated from each other and haven’t seen each other since. With Michael alone by himself, he had a harsh life as a slave but grew fit to impress some of his owners. Michael is a some what shy and withdrawn person, not really talking to anyone. Over time from the unstable depression of losing his sister to slavery, that very personality turned into a taciturn one, where he was very cold to everyone he met. But even with this personality, there have been some people that have treated him kindly and Michael treated them just the same. He then started to develop a split personality of moods, at times his taciturn self and then to his kind self, depending on the person and his mood. One reason his split personality came to surface is because he didn’t have any parents, the love parents would give, nor his sister who he cared about. Even with his faults, he had a very open mind, wanting knowledge as if it were candy. He also learned how to use basic motions with swinging a sword, although it wasn’t much. At the age of 14, he got into a fight with another slave he was with. Both of them used swords but Michael was beaten by him, receiving the scar over his eye. The slave and Michael were punished but Michael got his eye fixed. The strangest thing though happened. After healing, the eye color in his left eye was changed to red. Since that day, he’s a little more careful of what he is doing. He sends much of his time trying to hack computers and security systems at a young age behind the backs of his owners. It was mostly luck on hacking for Michael since he hasn’t had any training in computers or security systems. Although, his luck got him his freedom. One day at the age of 16, he hacked a computer to the fighter bay and piloted his way out and off the planet. Luckily for him, the place he escaped from turrets were offline because of security checks and making sure that they worked, so they weren’t able to shot Michael down. He traveled for some time before getting picked up by a merchant ship heading for Coruscant. They were kind people as they let him aboard. They brought him to Coruscant and he’s lived there ever since, helping the merchants open a shop for trading. Michael’s one dream is to try to become a Jedi because of what he’s heard of them over his life. To become one was one reason he went through with his plan to escape. Although he doesn’t know if he could become one at this rate because of his age. But if he can, he’d more than gladly try to become one. Michael has noticed over time that he is Force Sensitive but he doesn’t know how to even use the Force, much less anything else with it. At least that he has noticed.

Alignment: Natural
Occupation: A shop helper
Skills: A quick learner, very fit and Force Sensitive.

Weapons: He has with him only a small blaster pistol for defense that was given to him by the merchants when he starting helping with the shop.
Ship: The Ventix is his ship that he stole when he escaped. He’s kept it ever since.
Personal Belongings: He keeps with him a silver heart shaped locket around his neck at all times and he never takes it off.

Roleplay Sample:

(Note: This is a completely different Michael
Note 2: This Michael is a fae so he's very different from the Michael above. Please don't think I'm god moding because this was really one of my posts that I've posted. If you want to go into details about him, just ask me and I'll give you his profile to look at)

The forest road was laid with snow as blood lay upon the ground in pools of crimson. The bodies of humans littered the ground as a fight raged on nearby. A man, who wore a leather blue shirt and leather gray pants as his brown bright hair flowed in the cold breeze of the ice storm. A Japanese sword lay in his right hand, blood along the long blade as the hilt was black. Soldiers surrounded the man as blood lay on the ground around them. The man, Michael, stood among eight men, his face unmoved by the ice storm that raged on around them. All eight of the soldiers bore swords in their hands, each one as deadly as the next. A smirk spread across Michael's face, looking around him as he glanced at each of them in turn before looking back at the first one. Michael slightly raised his sword above his hips as the blood dripped from the blade in the wind. The next moment, two of the men attacked. They stepped forward fast and swung down their swords but Michael kept up. He crouched low, bending his knees as far as they could and Michael raised his sword above his head, two hands on the hilt, blocking the strikes of the swords in their paths. The other six soldiers saw this as an opening for an attack as they swung and thrusted their swords at Michael from different angles. Michael was still a step ahead. Michael quickly spun around, using the upward motion of moving from his crouch to a spin, pushing the two blades he had blocked and in a spinning motion, blocked the other six with one swing with his right and left hand on the hilt of his sword. The swing knocked some of the blades aside to the ground, some still holding their blades. Michael ran up to three of them in front of him, swinging left and right, up and down at them, cutting them in different places as blood rushed upon the ground. Three humans now dead with only five more to go. Michael turned on his hills, looking at the remaining five and saw the confusion he had caused them. Michael ran for one soldier that was going for his sword. Michael swung up, cutting him in the chest and he fell dead. With a glance to his side, Michael saw what soldiers that drop their swords get them back up and charge at Michael. He turned on his hill again and charged too at a soldier. The soldier was slow based on the assault that Michael made and was surprised as Michael swung his sword at him as well, cutting at his chest as Michael ran by. Three to go and Michael was getting a little bit tired. He stopped in his tracks to see two soldiers running away, the other puzzled where he stood as he looked at Michael. Michael smirked and raised his sword, waiting for the soldier to do something as the ice storm around them raged on. A look of worry and fear was on the soldier’s face as he turned and ran, tripping on branches and log nearby as he ran with hardly any sense of direction. Michael sighed as he stood there, glad now that they were gone.

With the ground laying in blood, Michael ripped a piece of clean cloth from a man’s clothing of what he could find and cleaned his sword’s blade. Why did I have to get myself into this? thought Michael to himself as he cleaned the blade and dropped the blood soaked cloth on the ground. Michael looked about him, feeling the cold air upon his skin. Michael was a fae so the cold didn’t affect him as much as other humans. Plus, he had powers others did not have. Michael turned toward the forest around him, wondering what else was happening since he had fought against the soldiers within Mystra, a city of merchants, only a day ago. Michael had fought against Ivan, the commander of the Army of Kelemvor that seeks to destroy or capture the Guardians of the Elements, but for only a short time because when Michael had launched his tornado attack that he made with wind magic, the weirdest thing happened. A wall of pure water had blocked the attack between themselves before either Michael and Ivan could act and Michael blanked out after that. Next thing he knew, he was in the forest only a few seconds later with all of his stuff still with him, nothing missing and such. Michael had been fighting all of the soldiers afterwards the whole time that had left Mystra in the confusion of when Michael had helped attack the Army of Kelemvor and defend Mystra. Michael didn't know what happened to Ivan but at this point, he didn't really care.

Michael was becoming more and more worried about the rising and falling energies near the Forest of Ice and the Ice Cavern that he had been feeling ever since he woke in the forest around him. So as to not draw attention to himself, he kept his aura low so as not to be noticed by those that could find him. By doing that, Michael had to use his sword skills alone to fight off the soldiers but Michael didn't mind. It was more fun that way anyway to him. With his Japanese sword in his right hand, Michael walked on along the path toward a general location to where the energies were coming from, at least from what Michael thought it to be from. Michael didn't like any of this a bit, sensing a mix of both natural energy, good energy and dark energy around where he was heading toward as they were unlike any he had sensed before. Michael was sure that anyone else with the power to find auras could find the energies just as well as Michael. As Michael got closer to what he thought was the location of where they came from, he had to go through the forest, all the while heading through the ice storm that went. It had appeared out of nowhere as he fought the soldiers but Michael couldn't figure out where it came from since the storm itself messed with his senses of finding the source, not to mention making it harder to see anything in front of his face, much less the path. Michael made a few guesses as he walked on that it was someone with advanced power in ice magic. Who the person was, Michael couldn't guess as he hadn't felt their presence before. As he neared closer, it also started to grow darker and darker until he saw a little scene about ten meters away. Two women, both young and beautiful; two men, one surrounded by a black orb as the other seemed to have transformed into this creature like that of a lion, eagle, and snake; another women to the side somewhere that was beyond his vision really but he could see her outline in the dark and another that appeared in a display of flames seemed to be the source of all the energies, more of the two men and one of the women. Michael stood his ground, looking upon the scene before him with a kind of curious interest as his face was calm. Michael just stood there, not wanting to stop what was going on right now because he didn't really know what was going on. He decided to just watch until something came up, with he may find out some time soon if not too soon.

(EDIT: I made a mistake on relationships but its fixed now
EDIT 2: And I edited the Alignment. How many things can I forget crying )

Initially, I thought this was going to be a decline due to the relationship between your parents and the Sith, but because there was no direct follow on from it, I have no problems. Accepted ~ Seffi

Gaia Name: Ed Link
Character Name: Enzana
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: human
Character Description: Enzana is about 5'8" and has medium length brown hair. He is white and a human. His eyes are blue when he is calm but something about the heat of battle changes them into a red like the blood he spills with his vibroblades. For the talent with the blade he has, there isn't much muscular standout. He has the perfect body to blend with the crowd.

Home Planet: Nar Shadda
Starting Planet: Nar Shadda
Relations: Unknown. There have been rumors of a space pirate brother.
Character History: Enzana was born on Nar Shadda, in the refugee sector. He was sold as a slave the day after he was born and worked for a weapons master. The weapons master wasn't very strict and took an instant liking to Enzana. The weapons master ever showed Enzana how to use a vibroblade and blaster. Enzana worked for his master for eight standered years. As he was about to turn the age of nine, an assasin killed the weapons master and took Enzana hostage.

Instead of being devestated for the death he admired the skill of the assasin. He begged and pleaded the assasin to help him perfect his weapon skills. At the time Enzana had perfered to use a blaster but with his new teacher he switched to using the vibroblade. For the next seven standerd years he trained and lived with the assasin. Now, the assasin told Enzana that he has learned all that he could possibly learn from him and that he should go on his own path now.

A warrior, Enzana now fights for whatever he belives is the best choice for him at the time. His opinions reflect his choices completely and he isn't afraid to sacrifice his friends for himself.


Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Bounty hunter
Skills: Godly with a vibroblade, blasters

Weapons: Two vibroblades
Ship: None for now.
Personal Belongings: His vibroblades, a modifided holdout blaster, and an appartment on Nar Shadda. And his clothes of course!

Roleplay Sample:"Hey," Enzana said, raising his hands in a sign of peace. "I'm immature, not cruel...." He then looked down at the cape still in his hands and groaned to himself. "Gawd dangit.... I guess I'd better get this over soon..." he muttered quietly to himself. He then shook his head, wondering why not just keep the cape. He sat down, quietly pondering the question in his head.

((I know the sample is a bit short but in my roleplays we leave much to the next person to describe and give input.... Pretty much everyone has a share in controling a character but the creators have the most control.))

Seems fine. Accepted ~ Seffi

Gaia Name: Ksrugi
Character Name: Leo Stone
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Human
Character Description: A slim individual with a tired, yet noble face with charmingly innocent eyes that seem to say "My, I'd never hurt a Ronto!" His hair, ruffled and untidy, is jetblack with specks of grey appearing here and there. His body, while not bulging with muscle, is still lightly built and he has the muscles commonly enjoyed by those of a lower social and economic standing. Some would call him nondescript, if not for those vaguely oriental eyes.

Home Planet: Unknown
Starting Planet: Tatooine
Relations: A large, lumbering brute who he only knows as Master.
Character History: Leo never quite knew where he came from. His earliest memory was Master's grinning face and the smell of liquor. From his childhood, he had been a slave to this terrible man, never knowing the true joys of freedom and having to always keep a stoic attitude in life, lest he risk being savagely beaten. For ten years (because that is all that he can remember), Leo had been forced to work harder than a pit droid and was lucky to be educated by Master's sympathetic wives. While he crawled into bed to nurse whatever injuries he had sustained that day, at least one of them would be there to hold him and perhaps drill him on his reading or arithmetic. If there was any opposing force to the constant pain and anguish Master put him through, it was his wives. They treated him as their own, though in secret and away from their husband.

But he had found out. It had been after a particularly excrutiating day of listening to and obeying every command the tyrant tossed at him. And even when he made the slightest mistake, Master took the chance to beat him with a dried Womp rat done. He had crawled into bed and almost fell asleep immediately, but only woke up a few minutes later to the sounds of their screams and their pleas. Leo had jumped out of his bed, ignoring all pain and rushing to the source of the disturbance. There, he saw Master soundly wrapping his hands around the last of his wives, strangling her without any sign of humanity in his ruthless, unforgiving eyes. Something had come over him at that moment, something that had always been there, but never in a great amount. It had drenched him in a feeling of pure ecstacy, steeping him in the passion of his anger.

That night, Leo killed Master with his bare hands. And it felt....right.

That night, Leo ran. He ran far from that place and when he stopped, he dropped to his knees and wept like a baby. He cried and cried until his felt ill, but then he laid down to sleep. His mothers were dead, but he had gained something precious in the process.

Freedom.

Alignment: Sith
Occupation: Fugitive
Skills: Force Sensitive, Survivalist, Rudimentary knowledge of hand to hand combat

Weapons: Leo uses his bare fists mostly, reliable weapons were never on hand for him. For Leo, improvisation is key.
Ship: None
Personal Belongings: His clothing, a bag, and a canteen.
Roleplay Sample: Leo crept away from the little home, a stolen bag made of some foreign material was in his arms, bulging with food and supplies. A canteen, also stolen, sloshed happily with water "liberated" from the moisture farm's equipment. But he felt nothing within him, nothing at all. To him, gathering food and water were just automatic actions now and his journeying was leading him nowhere in particular. His heart was a hollow shell and the only thing guiding him was some force drawing him west. But still...it was so strange, to live in the world without a leash. It had felt so strange to wake up when the suns were already high in the air, he was so used to being shaken awake while the sky was still dark.
His thoughts meandered back to the people he had considered his mothers. They had loved him and cared for and about him, something he missed deeply when he tried to sleep in his improvised shelters. But everytime his thoughts wandered to them, they inevitably wander to Him as well. And it made Leo feel as though an inferno of hellstorm was raging within him. This feeling of....anger? It made him feel alive and somehow made his senses and mind seem sharper. Afterward, he would chuckle at the emotion of anger, at the irony of somethign so painful making you stronger.

"Perhaps that's what life is all about..."

As he walked along, his ears rang and he could have sworn he heard something. Waiting for just a moment longer, he could clearly make out the raucous laughter of some drunken idiot and the roar of a swoop bike closing in. It made his blood boil, the fool sounded exactly like the late Master. Leo kept walking and put on a facade around his murderous intentions. He was already a murderer, one more wouldn't hurt.

(I do hope this is alright, I'm willing to make any changes to fit into the storyline and whatnot. I hope that I at least wrote up an interesting history.)

I skimmed it. Seemed alright to me! Accepted! ~ Seffi

Gaia Name: DocLivingston
Character Name: Livja Kemur
Gender:Male
Age:32
Race:Unknown
Character Description: He is the only Jedi in the order that appears the way he does. Tall, Thin, but muscular, dark-skinned with thick flowing white hair and red eyes.

Home Planet: Unknown
Starting Planet: Yavin IV
Relations:None
Character History Livja is a hardened man. He has aided the Jedi Order in their struggles across the universe. He has never been in a place where he didn't feel like an outcast due to his appearance. He works mostly in the outer rim and the Yavin system, keeping the peace and quelling any uprisings of the citizens. He is truly a good person, helping anyone he sees and doing what he can for everyone he comes in contact with.

Alignment:Republic
Occupation:Jedi
Skills:Friendly, yet intraverted. Force Sensitive. Good with a lightsaber

Weapons:Lightsaber (white)
Ship: Much like the slave one, only with Rpublic insignia on the sides and more powerful weapons.
Personal Belongings: Jedi tunic, Black cape

Roleplay Sample: As he walks into the tavern, Livja notices an empty seat. Sitting down, he asks the waitress, what's the special. She rambles on and on relating the specials of the day, and when she is done, he says I'll have one of each. He then turns and begins examining the room. Where is he, he sadi he would be here. It isn't like Obi-wan to be late.

Needs a more detailed history ~ Seffi

Old character brought back

Gaia Name: Trixstir
Character Name: Kivaka Straife
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Race: Shistavanen
Character Description: Stands 2.1m tall, his fur is white and has a bluish cast to it, and red eyes. He wears a black musketeer type hat and a black sith tunic also a pair of black combat boots and gloves. He also wears a necklace that has an odd symbol on it.
New to him is a scare that he has on the left side of his face.

Home Planet: Uvena
Starting Planet: Korriban
Relations:
Character History: His family was part of the groups seized up by the Empire to help them traverse on there planet due to them not knowing the dangers. At age of 10 Kivaka had begun helping with the empire get around on their planet. On of the officers had taken a likening to him. After a few years had past the Empire was leaving Uvena the same officer before asked young Kivaka if he would come with him. Kivaka agreed and therefore begun to work for the empire after they had left the planet. At the age of 15 he had became very greatly skilled using swords. He spent most of the time with the officer doing most of his dirty work that that would be frowned upon if they knew it was linked to the officer. But in return the officer took care of Kivak and even got him a custom made ship. This continued off and on for a few more years. About a mount after his 18th birthday they were on a routine check on a research facility. And there was a combustion affect that started a fire out of no were in one of the testing rooms. Once the fire was taken control off and they where searching for saviors, one of the dead was the officer that Kivak and known for so long. Kivaka was also wounded in the fire he found out the bad news when he was released from the emergency room.

what happend to himA few years later after Kivaka had left the Empire behind and was living on Telos he began feeling weird things. He wasn’t sure what was happening but he just pushed them off as head aches. Kivaka was out shopping one day when he was approached by a Jedi of sorts, he informed Kivaka he was force sensitive and that he could take him to get training. It appears that this person has been watching him for some time; Kivaka trusted him and indeed get his training.

All new But after words he became very distant from every one. He then left much of the known galaxy and strayed far from most people if he ever did happen to see any one on his new home planet. A few years have past and he is feeling the force like he did when the man first approached him. There was a few times he did encounter other people that where hiding, but these where not the good ones hiding from the bad. But now Kivaka is a much bitterer person than he was before. From the many harsh people that he did happen to meet had changed him for the worse. He had slowly lost touch with the force but of late he began to feel it again. He believed what he learned at the Jedi temple was not fully enough. So now he is in seek of a new Master one of the dark kind.
Alignment: Dark Jedi
Occupation: Jedi ((Dark Jedi in training))
Skills: Force Sensitive Keen Sense / Exhales in swordsmanship

Weapons: Light saber ((Viridian))
Ship: Helio Fighter type X
Personal Belongings:

Roleplay Sample: ((Sorry was to lazy to make a new can if needed.))

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

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

Shoots hit the door again.

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

"What are you talking about?"

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

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

Seems fine. Accepted ~ Seffi