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Gaia Name: K 19
Character Name: Sveta Saveria
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Race: Human
Character Description: Once proud, orderly, and well-groomed, Sveta has become a canvas of her past. Her green eyes are sunken and filmy while her skin is pale and transparent; both reveal a history of spice abuse. Her bone structure is healthy, sharp, and well-defined, revealing her love of the phyiscal.

Relations: Husband, divorced
Character History: Sveta was born and spent most of her childhood and formative years on Ord Radama, though she moved to Corellia in her late teens, where she lived paycheck to paycheck with the Corellian Security Force. It was there she met and married fellow officer Don Saveria. However, her rural outer-rim sentiment drew the attention of local crime factions, who recruited her to provide legal diversions from their acts.

Sveta accepted the offer, and began accepting payment to cover evidence, intercept subpoenas, and coerce witnesses. Somewhere along the line she was introduced to drugs, which was the first step to the messy divorce with her husband, who was moving along the promotion grid. Their marriage didn't hit the fan until Mr. Saveria, now a detective, began investigating a murder case which eventually led to Sveta's being ousted as a dirty cop.

Her work wasn't a complete bust, as she was quickly hired to provide security for a larger criminal organization operating out of Coruscant. Enthralled by the risk, she accepted.

Her induction into the Dark Jedi Academy was coincidental, in which one of her protective charges came in contact with a Jedi Knight. Her charge was arrested, and before she could be fired from another organization, she was intercepted by a Dark Jedi civilian supporter-- a contractor-- and was carted off to a rendezvous with an Academy advocate, where she was deemed acceptable. With their assistance, an orchestration of her death was played out, and Sveta was inducted as a student.

Personal Belongings: Sveta lost her home and most of her personal belongings to her husband during the divorce proceedings. Most of her other property was lost when her apartment exploded, and the rest was impounded by the authorities.

Alignment: Dark Jedi
Occupation: Apprentice
Skills: Sveta is handy in hand-to-hand combat and Force interrogation techniques.
Flaws: Educated in the law, Ms. Saveria loves twisting it to accomodate illegal acts. Even so, Sveta loves her vices. She is loyal, but only as long as she is satasfied by her compensation. When she is not, she becomes a snake, and takes her fees in flesh and bone.

Roleplay Sample:"They're getting closer, Lieutenant," Atra said impatiently, throuh clenched teeth. Piercing green eyes glared down at the controls as she watched- and felt- another unwanted arrival.

"That much you can see," the lieutenant answered.

Atra yanked her eyes away from the machinery to spare a glance at one of her officers. "And a non-Force user such as yourself can really tell the difference?" It was a statement, not a question.

The lieutenant cleared his throat. Having gathered his bearings from their last encounter, he was in a much better position- and mood- than before. He stood next to the Dark Lord, shoulders square but with a humility that would rival even the most dribbling servant.

"No, Ma'am."

"Of course not," Atra answered coolly, her gaze having returned to the viewscreen. Idly, she reached behind her to pull up a chair, silently and secretly marveling at the workers' installation and wiring.

Of course, such compliments weren't meant for this time.

"Are you afraid, my dear lieutenant?" she asked after a long moment of silence passed.

The question apparently caught the officer off guard, and his head shot up. Was Atra looking at him and not at the screen, he might have had the blind stupidity to stare. Yet, her eyes remained on the Temple viewing screen.

"No, Ma'am."

Atra's lips quirked into a dark smirk. "If I were in your stead, I would be afraid," was her amused confession. "Having the Imperials hunt you down like dogs-- frightening, eh? You'd be treated like the rest of us for associating yourself like you have."

The lieutenant didn't answer. He wasn't sure if Atra was being serious or not; he could only guess. Her eyes remained on the screen, as serene and calm as if she were one with life itself. Her tone carried only the smallest fluctuation: enough to keep her from sounding monotoned.

"Clarification, if I may ask that much.." the lieutenant answered.

"I wonder how the Lightsiders feel about this?" Atra asked airily, not answering her worker's plea for elaboration.

The lieutenant's mouth twitched in internal frustration, and his eyes returned to the viewport. He wondered exactly what Atra and Luke were conspiring.

And you say my characters are dirty whores.....
Lets see unloved, divorced and full of hate....sounds like my mother... confused
Accepted ~Guilyn

Gaia Name: The-Vampire-Mikhail
Character Name: Hessen Mare
Gender: Male
Age: 49
Race: Human
Character Description: A large robust man with broad shoulders and an intimidating posture. His dirty blonde hair has withered under a bald spot atop his head, leaving him with a horseshoe of hair around a shiny hairless dome. his hair is white his eyes are a cold blue, and he has a small scar on his left cheek.

Relations: long dead parents and a wife and two daughters, all three killed when the Oronar fleet bombarded the Imperial military base in its galactic take over.
Character History: Hessen was born on Corillia to a fairly poor military family. His father was high ranking in a local private army for many years of Hessen's life. Hessen looked up to his father with great pride.

Eventually when Hessen came of age he joined the Imperial Marines. Begining as a grunt he rose in rank quickly and prodigiously. on leave back home at Corillia he met a young beautiful woman, wooed her and soon after married her. fathering two delightful daughters with her.

Eventually, due to his long history in the marines and his near 'war hero' status, Hessen was promoted to Commander; uniquely reporting directly to the Moffs and sustaining his very own small armada of strike ships, and an entire division of elite marines. However after the defeat at Kalist VI the Oronar fleet bombarded all of imperial bases thought out the galaxy, killing thousands of innocent civilians along with them. Hessen's family was not spared, tormented by their deaths, and angered by the atrocities of Oronar, Hessen has been one of the strongest opposers of the new galactic power, and has vowed to destroy the bastards that killed his family.

Personal Belongings: His old combat equipment from his grunt days, custom tailored and decorated trooper armor, a N'Gant-Zarvel 9118 Carbine blaster, a Merr-Sonn 434 "death hammer" pistol, (He also likes to carry a ARC-9965 Blaster FWG-5 flechette attachment instead of the carbine.) a vibro dagger, and a holograph of his wife and daughters.

Alignment: Resistance (former imperial)
Occupation: Commander
Skills: Tactics, a strong connection to the troops, he is still a formidable foot soldier, and damn good at getting his men pumped for action.
Flaws: tormented by his family's deaths he has become desperate to destroy Oronar. he is also too audacious, he is quick to action, always ready and willing to go all in all at once. and in this time that requires subtle secrecy that is not at all a good thing.

Roleplay Sample: Hessen strapped and ready in all of his marine trooper armor stood ready and poised for battle with the rest of his troops. The ships would be coming out of hyperspace over Kalist VI in a matter of moments and they will be ripped into battle immediately. He had already set up the selected course of action for he and his marines to take; their objective was to board and take the new republic flagship Anderon.

the jerk of the massive cruiser falling out of hyper-space jerked Hessen and his marines but none faltered. his men boarded numerous landing craft that will dock on the Anderon's hull and carve holes into it capable of allowing the marines to invade the ship and take it prisoner.

The landing craft engage and the ships are off, This is it Boys, Made me proud, hahahaha the many marines responded with a reverberant war cry Ha! as the landing craft sailed across the battle field connected with their target and began cutting.

In all the smoke an blaster fire it would have been difficult to have realized what was going on, but within a matter of minuets Hessen's forces had control of the ships bridge and turned its guns against its own armada ripping through the republic fleet.

Suddenly a third fleet came in out of no where and ripped into both the empire and the republic, decimating ships on a scale Hessen had never seen before. the man was brazen but he knew when to fight and when to not die needlessly. He ordered the ship into hyper-space and luckily Anderon and his marine crew escaped unscathed.

Accepted~Guilyn

((Hope its alright using a force sensitive order outside of the Jedi and Sith. I studied the Star Wars lore a long time before I made it, so that it could be logical and realistic to the star wars universe. Though if its a problem, just contact me, and we could perhaps work it out.))

~Kole Sototh: A Corad Wilder Disciple

Gaia Name: Chocopyro
Character Name: Kole Sototh
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Human
Character Description: Kole has about medium length auburn hair which extends down to his jaw. His eyes are a copper color, and his face is young and handsome. He is of about average height for his age, with a strong athletic, yet slender build from years of training. Although his eyes often reflect his fiery spirit, and tough training, they also have a gentle side, which suggest that the boy has never truly killed another sentient being, outside of animals.


Relations: Kole has a strong relationship with his family, and other followers of his tradition.
Character History: Kole was raised on the planet of Corad, a small isolated planet in the outer rim of the galaxy. Since the age of five, he has dedicated his life to a practice of a force sensitive order of martial artists called the Corad Wilders. Because of his dedication to the art, and the isolation of his home world, he knows nothing of the outside conflicts involving the Oronar empire, or their bounty on force users.

More of a tradition than an order. The Corad Wilders are a secretive group of force sensitive warriors, whose weapon of focus is that of their own fist. Though they do have strong views on good and evil, they do not distinguish the force between light and dark. The force is a spectrum of colors. And so is the soul. Most Wilders don’t distinguish between Jedi or Sith either. Infact, they tend not to want anything to do with the Jedi. To them, the two are simply both Jedi with two religious views trying to force them on other people. This perception does not hold well with the Wilders. Though generally good by alignment, the Wilder’s powers are mostly focused on the passions that Jedi consider would lead to the dark side. A Wilder draws upon the force through powerful emotions, such as hate, rage, sorrow, love, and happiness.

Though they most commonly don’t use weapons, there are a few weapons that are traditionally used among the most prestigious. Most students train with a pair of gauntlets coated over top in Cortosis weave. Cortosis is an alloy, which can block even a light saber or a laser beam. However, it is extremely dangerous to handle before being processed, and is extremely rare. Maybe even one of the most valuable resources of the galaxy. In this sense, a Corad Wilder must earn his Cortosis weave gauntlet through rigorous training. And such gauntlets are often handed down from master to disciple. The few weapons used in the wilder tradition are often metallic weapons which have traces of the force being heavily channeled into them. Such weapons are not uncommon, as they where often used in Jedi training before the invention of the modern light saber. Weapons with the force channeled into them strong enough are also said to be able to make contact with a light saber. Though perhaps their most revered weapon of all holds light saber technology. Infact, its highly more advanced. The laser claw. This extremely rare weapon is only used by master wilders. And to ever see one employed marks the sign of one in the elite of the Corad order. (And don't worry, my character is no where near skilled enough to brandish one.) Though these clawed beams have never left the planet, as Wilders are extremely careful that their secrets do not leak out, and their weapons don't end up in the black market, much like many light sabers after the great jedi purge.

Laser claws are built into Cortosis weave gauntlets. When employed, the gauntlet jets out three beam claws from the wrist that extend from the knuckles to about a foot long. Perhaps the most impressive feature of these weapons is the shape of the beam. Rather than just resembling a straight laser beam, the claws curve downward into a sharp point. This weapon is used as more of an assassination weapon rather than a combat weapon, as its simply dangerous to use for the user in combat against a light saber, as well as somewhat impractical. Though it makes for an effective guard, and against conventional weapons, it can slice right through. The origin of this weapon can only be traced back to the light saber. Thus the Corad Wilders could have once been a faction of the Jedi order which left because of reasons similar to the Sith. Though they would likely not get along with the Sith either, as they see them as too power hungry and corrupt to be able to make healthy judgment.

The Wilder combat style often deals with fast combo flurries of punches and kicks. Each punch is amplified by the force to use a vibrating impact to shatter bones. Wilders often rely heavily on the force to be aware of the surroundings around them when fighting more than one person. Thus they do not need to be facing behind them to deliver a back kick accurately to their opponent’s face. This extreme awareness is very important to their fighting style, in the area of evasion. Since they often fight unarmed against armed enemies, they will often display highly acrobatic maneuvers which they can’t rely on sight for. Infact, many Wilders will actually fight with their eyes closed or blind folded, seeing sight as a distraction and a liability rather than an advantage in combat.

Kole has spent the past few years of his life under rigorous conditional and reflex training under this order, with the strong support of his family. And he has just earned his Cortosis gauntlet as of age 16. In the past year, he has begun the intellectual phase of his training, in which he must take the lessons of his master and employ them to his own personal lessons. Having only learned the basics of the force, he still has much to touch on.

Although the duties of Wilders are to defend freedom rather than fight injustice, Kole has yet to find his place in the universe. His dedication to the practices are not what he questions. However, he often feels himself being tugged in two different directions. Though his order does not teach the differences between light and dark, he feels increasingly drawn to both sides of the force within him. And subconsciously, he knows that he will eventually give in to one side.

However, a little incident involving two smugglers took his simple life on the planet of Corad on a left wing turn, as the young Wilder was neutralized and taken away from his home world, after walking in on them during an exchange. And now, he knows in his heart that he may not be able to return to his home world. Even if he could get back, he feels by intuition that it is not in his place to return to. Perhaps the path he has felt increasingly drawn to is beginning to set course.

Kole knows absolutely nothing of the Oronar bounty hunts on force users, or the fact that the Onary empire has seized control over a vast majority of the galaxy.
Personal Belongings: Asside from the clothes on his back and his speeder bike at home, he always wears a pair of Cortosis weave gauntlets, which hold a deep spiritual meaning to him.

Alignment: Corad Wilder (See history for description)
Occupation: Wilder disciple (About the same as a ranking of a padawan in his tradition)
Skills: Kole is trained to take quick initiative to surprise attack, and is highly intuitive in combat. Outside of combat, he has an iron will power, which he applies passionately to just about everything he does in life. Though the downside of this is its kinda hard to convince him he's wrong. Kole will often display incredible feats of acrobatics, and is very skilled at sneaking around. Its hard to find him when he doesn't want to be found.
Flaws: As stated above, its hard to convince him he's wrong, due to his stubborn nature. Kole also has rather intense anger issues, and a highly short temper, which often doesn't stand well for him in social scenes. (Though most of the time its more comical) Kole is often taken by anxiety when put at the controls of a vehicle, save for speeder bikes (Which are still in fashion among thrill seeking teens on his planet.) He also has a short patience when dealing with droids, often smacking them, when he has trouble getting what he needs from them. And despite his feats in acrobatics, he can be described as clumsy at times. And because of his ignorance on the outside galactic events, he does not know that he must use digression in using the force. Despite his wild antics, Kole often shows a strange wisdom... When he doesn't have an excuse to blow up about something.

Roleplay Sample:

"Shh! I hear something. Behind us." A hushed voice said, as two huddled smugglers stood over an opened container. Each donned in cheaply crafted composite armor. One colored in red, the other in orange. Both of their faces hidden behind the darkened visor of their helms with a beak like mouth guard. As the smuggler in orange armor slowly turned to face the area behind him, as the other quickly closed the container, latching the top. Behind the dense brush of thorns and leaves, a young boy began to tremble, as he heard a gun click. s**t... Guess Keelu was right about smugglers being in the area. Kole thought to himself, as he took a gulp, and sweat began to conjure on his forehead. This is not good...
"Are you sure it was not just an animal? You know lots of strange creatures lurk in forested worlds like this." The smuggler in Orange said, as he pointed the gun up into the brush, skimming through the scope.
"Well, maybe. But we can't be caught gathering this stuff. Can't be too careful." The smuggler in red said, as he hefted the container up and brought it over to a hovering land speeder, and set it down with relief. Just as he did, his companion took the initiative to walk closer to the wood line, still scouting through his scope until he finally took notice of something red moving around. "Hey Kane.. I think I got something here!" He shouted, before squeezing the trigger of his rifle and setting off several blasts in the direction of the color. The sparks and smoke rising from the under brush bursting up, as the laser fire scorched its path through, leaving only ruin in its wake. A red scarf slowly fluttered down to the ground in front of the smuggler in orange. "Ah come on. No screams?" He asked in disappointment, as he lowered his rifle and kneeled down to look at the singed scarf. His hand extended before something locked under his jaw and forced him completely off his feet to his back with a loud "OOF!" At the sound of his partner landing flat on the ground, the smuggler in red turned to see a boy with auburn hair lowering his leg from a high kick, then flicker back out of existence. The rifle rose from the ground and quickly shattered, as the light around it refracted into the blur of a humanoid. "Son of a Rancor's turd! This kid's using some sort of cloaking devise on us!" The smuggler in red exclaimed, as his partner rose off the ground, and looked upon his shattered rifle in disappointment. But before the smuggler in Red could do anything, he felt something slam against his chest, causing a ripple, and then shattering his chestplate armor. With an agonized scream, the red smuggler flew back into the land speeder behind him with a loud clang. Not long after, his own fire arm was cracked into a few pieces. "Kid?" The orange smuggler asked, as he picked himself up off the ground, wincing under his helmet visor at the sound of his partner slamming into the speeder. With quick thinking, the smuggler quickly pulled out a cillender shaped devise, and threw it out into the clearing, before a loud surge of energy flashed, causing the speeder to shut off and crash to the ground, tipping over some of the gathered containers on its back. Surely enough though, the boy came into visibility, as a belt around him began to flicker and spark. "s**t!" Kole exclaimed, as he quickly dispatched his cloaking belt and threw it off to the side. But his eyes slowly raised up to see a pair of angry smugglers cracking their fists. "Uh oh..." He mumbled, as he did the only thing he could do. Assume a fighting stance. "Oh hell with it. Just stun him. We're late on our shipment. Deal with him later." The red smuggler stated, huddled over, and holding his arm against his chest. "With pleasure." The other said, as he pulled out a stun gun and shot a tranquilizing beam boy. But much to his surprise, and disappointment, the boy raised his gleaming Cortosis gauntlet to block the shot, deflecting the plasma into a tree. Kole himself seamed to be impressed by the fact that he deflected it with that sort of wow, I actually did that expression on his face. The feat just displayed only boasted the boy's confidence, as he quickly took initiative for the next strike. "My turn!" He shouted, as his legs began moving beneath him in enhanced speeds, allowing him to slam his elbow into the orange smuggler's visor, causing him to double over backwards. And before his partner could react, Kole was quick to throw in an arial kick, turning himself in mid air, and slamming into the smuggler's arm. The smuggler in red let out a loud yelp, which turned into a feral roar, as he slammed his foot down, letting his legs build friction on the earth beneath him with out tipping off balance. The gravel and dirt beneath the smuggler's feet grinded, until finally he stopped, cracking his shoulder back into place. Kole landed on his feet and staired at his opponent with narrowed eyes of disapointment. "You aren't supposed to be standing after that." He muttered dryly, knowing that any enemy that could withstand a strike with the force channeled heavily into it and still stand was not a good thing. But the smuggler persisted, as a strange prong extended from his glove, pulsating with electrical energy. He lunged toward the wilder, drawing back his fist to strike. Even as Kole quickly rose his arm to block, it would make no difference, as the stunning electrical energy quickly sent him into a shocking paralysis. The wilder dropped to the ground. "Bout time. That kids actually a lot stronger than I thought. Almost broke my arm with that kick." The smuggler said, as his orange companion rose off the ground, and slothed over to the boy. "Least he's harmless now, wouldn't you say? He'd make a nice slave." He crackled over the defenseless stunned boy. However, the boy seamed to break out of the stun long enough to throw a kick up, once again hooking the orange smuggler in the jaw. Such an impulsive action simply came with the consequence of being smacked by another stun.

WAY to much to say here on this edit so I'll only type out the important stuff....

Accepted~Guilyn

((Awesome. I'll play carefully. Thanks!))

Character Name: Alfred Baz
Gender: Male
Race: Corellian
Age: 37

Appearance: Alfred stands just short of 6'2'', with an athletic, though not bulky, build. He keeps his light brown hair, even lighter thanks to the grey hairs now popping up all over, in a short crew cut. His ice-blue eyes, usually kindly, peer out of a weathered face. On the whole, he looks a good deal older than he actually is. His posture is nearly perfect due to a brief stint in the miltary, from which he deserted. His clothing is more or less inconspicuous, often consisting of baggy pants, a toolbelt, a t-shirt, and sometimes an open button shirt over it. He usually wears a pair of black combat boots.

Personality: Alfred, who prefers to go by "Baz," generally appears to be a somewhat callous individual. He usually keeps out of other peoples' business, and expects the same of them. When social interaction is necessary, he's very aloof, and reluctant to share any information about himself. However, underneath a harsh exterior, he has a kind heart, though very few people know it. He's level-headed, and prefers to solve disputed diplomatically, but will not hesitate to draw a weapon if the situation calls for it.

History: Alfred is an only child. His father was a mechanic, and Alfred was always fascinated with his job. He would often accompany his father to work as a child, helping outin whatever minute ways he could, whether it was fetching tools or holding a part in place. He learned very quickly, and by the time he was 16, he and his father worked side by side in the elder's workshop. By the time he was 18, his father was getting older, so Alfred was doing the majority of the work, though he never resented it. His mother had died recently, so he knew that he was all his father had. The little shop was enough to support them adequately, though not in luxury. Alfred, like his father, gained a reputation as a solid mechanic among the aristocracy of Coruscant, so there was always a steady flow of business.

A year later, he was drafted into the Republic Army, where he was, yet again, a mechanic. Though he had never fired a weapon before in his life, he turned out to be a crack shot with a blaster, and so he was assigned to be a combat engineer, repairing vehicles on the front lines in the midst of battle. Just prior to his first real war experience, he received notice that his father had taken ill. Being on the eve of battle, his CO denied him leave. Between this, and the traumatic experiences of the ensuing battle, Alfred had had enough of the military. He deserted, right there on Tatooine, jumping on the first transport that would take him back to Coruscant, but he was too late. By the time he made it back home, his father had already succumbed to the illness. With the Republic on his back - they didn't take to kindly to his desertion - he left Corucant, and began his years of traveling the galaxy. He never stayed too long on any planet, and only worked enough to support himself.

Recently, after witnessing the destruction caused by the Oronar, he has tentatively sided with the unified Resistance.

Possessions:
- Mechanic's toolkit. A host of tools, gained from many different sources, that Alfred has been using his whole life. Although there are too many devices to always carry around, the whole collection can be transported by one man, but not easily. For simple jobs, Alfred often carries at least a few basic tools on his utility belt.
- Heavily modified T-6 heavy blaster pistol. Only the casing remains of the original weapon, as the inner workings have been rebuilt and upgraded many times over. A high-power flashlight is mounted on the left side of the upper receiver, and a laser aiming module in front of the trigger guard.
- Antique Handmaiden's Staff. The collapsible combat staff is the only thing Alfred inherited from his father. Although it is made out of Phrik metal, making it extremely valuable, Alfred refuses to sell the heirloom.
- Boot Vibroknife. Alfred has been in trouble enough that he's learned to always conceal a small vibroknife on his person. He's never without this weapon, and it has helped him out of more than a few bad spots.

Alignment: Self. Resistance, at the moment. Favors the Republic over the Imperials.
Occupation: Mechanic
Skills:
- Adept mechanic.
- Very good blaster shot. Better with pistols than rifles.
- Close combat. Alfreds years of roughing it in the Rim have made him more than capable of defending himself. He has learned how to use his Staff remarkably well, but any weapon will do, really.
- Capable pilot. Although he dislikes flying, especially small fightercraft, Alfred is competent with all single-pilot craft.
Flaws:
- Bad with computers. Relatively, that is. Everyday tasks are easy enough, and he knows his way around those that control ships' functions, but any kind of slicing is right out.
- Aversion to spaceflight.
- Reluctant to trust anyone.

RP sample:
From underneath a speeder, Alfred grunted. "Gotcha!" he pulled hard on his spanner, which was buried in the craft's metal guts, and the defective part loosened, falling on his head. "Oof!" He slid out from under the speeder, holding the part with one hand and rubbing his forehead with the other. He squinted at the part under the midday Tattoine sun; yep, this was the trouble. Just one bad couple, and the whole thing had stalled out of the air. He straightened up, slowly, and threw the part into a heap of trash nearby. The cantina was nearby - he'd go have a drink, and then find a new couple for this thing. The owner wasn't expecting it to be done until tomorrow, anyway. He stepped out of the open-air garage, and looked around at the narrow streets. People of all sorts bustled around, most of lem less than honorable. He hated Tattoine, but this was where the Republic wouldn't find him, at least for the moment.

As he walked down the street towards the cantina, an attractive Twi'lek girl smiled at him. He returned it halfheartedly, and watched her pass. She shortly turned into an alley. He continued down the road, and noticed a pair of deadbeat punks pointing at the girl. As he walked by them, they got up, and walked in the opposite direction, turning into the same alley the girl had. Oh, come on... thought Alfred. He looked longingly towards the cantina. All he'd wanted was a drink, just one drink. Damn. He turned around, jogging towards the alley, and picked up a heavy length of discarded pipe along the way. Sure enough, as he followed the thugs into the alley, they had the Twi'lek cornered against a refuse bin. "Excuse me," Aflred said. One of them turned around, and caught the pipe straight in the jaw. As his partner slumped to the ground, the other assailant delivered a vicious puch to Alfred's gut. Alfred dropped the pipe, and blocked another punch as he finally caught his breath. He heatbutted his attacker, driving him against the stone wall of the alley, and pinning him there with his forearm against the thug's neck. As the helpless man struggled to breathe, Alfred looked at the girl. She was scared, but apparently unhurt. Good. He turned back to the punk. "You will turn and run from this alley just as fast as those deathstick-numbed legs will carry you. Get it?" Turning blue, he nodded frantically, and Alfred released him. True to his nod, he got up and sprinted away.

Alfred went back to the girl, helping her up. "Come on," he said, "we gotta go. He's gonna be back soon with a whole mob." Once she had gotten to her feet, Alfred turned around and left the alley, headed for the Cantina again.

The girl caught up with him halfway there. "Wait up! Hey wait up!" he ignored her until she stepped in front of him. "I don't even know your name," she said.

"Um, Baz." he said, stepping around her. Inside the cantina, he sat down hard at the bar, and gave the bartender a nod.

As he was about to take his first sip, the girl sat down beside him. "Nice to meet you, Baz. I'm Wry'n," she said, still cheery. "I never got to say thank you. So thank you."

Alfred groaned.

"So are you from around here?"

"Are you? I mean, isn't there somewhere else you could be right now?"

"Sure, but I'm here now."

"Well, I'm not." With that, he downe his drink and left the low building. The girl remained in her chair, looking rather heartbroken.



YES! None beat stick characters, I love it ^_^

Accepted~Guilyn

Gaia Name: Green-Master
Character Name: Arkantos Rajax
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Human - Echani Blood
Character Description:

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Relations:
Teacher/Student:
Arven Endac/Arkantos Rajax: Moderate [PROGRESSING]
Character History: Arkantos was born in Taris. His mother died during birth, and no records of her existance where ever found. Because of this, no one knew of his father. He was put in an orphanage, and at an early age, the workers there, grew to love the young child, even though he was mischievous. He would often show feats of the force, even at a young age, being able to lift up tables, and chair at a young age, but having some difficulty. Because of this the Orphanage's Head though Arkantos was too dangerous for parents to adopt, but also a nuisance in the orphanage. He tried to get him locked up, but his efforts where almost futile. Arkantos, also showed proficiency in reading minds, usually being able to finish other people's sentences, which annoyed several of the workers, but they would get over it, when he laughed at their anger.

When he was five, he 'accidentally', put the Orphanage in a lock down mode, causing the building to lock their doors, allowing no one in or out for almost a week. They never found out, who, or how the building went on lock down, but everyone knew it was Arkantos, but without proof they could do nothing. There was word around the Galaxy that the Jedi had begun to recruit members once more, and the orphanage's head administrator, in hopes of getting Arkantos out of his hairs, gathered up money to send Arkantos away. It took some years, but Arkantos finally received the money he needed, and was boarded away to meet with a Jedi Knight in order to test him, which they found that Arkantos had an extremely high midi-chlorean count, even for a child, and sent him to the Jedi Conclave, on Dantooine to begin his training.

After a day of being there, he was chosen as Arvac's Padawan.

Personal Belongings:
- Necklace - Mother's HoloPicture in it.
- Jedi Utility Belt - Pilled Rations, Grapling Hook, Aquabreather, Sonar Emmiting Blaster, Lightsaber Clip Rings
Alignment: Jedi Order
Occupation: Jedi Padawan
Skills: Arkantos has very incredible Eidetic Memory, meaning he remembers everything he sees, hears, but his is so precice, he can remember smells, touches, and even tastes. Even in a flash, he will remember it. He is very handy with technology, and computers, and can understand droids that usually don't speak 'Galactic Basic', or any real 'language'. He also has what some call a lost art, Echani 'Sense', when he is capable of seeing the future, predict various movement, all at once, though it only kicks in when under pressure, or in dire situations withou his knowing, though he thinks with some Jedi Training he will be able to do it at will. He is also very acrobatic, and is very much a great prospect for Jedi Training. His body is fit for many harsh conditions being left to basically fend for himself on Taris, and deal with various gangs and criminals on his home planet.
Flaws: Arkantos is very insecure, and very naive. He is ultimatelly a "goody-goody", but can be a total idiot at times, sometimes even insensitive. He also isn't shy to speak his mind, and doesn't know when to be quiet. He's lived a pretty sheltered life, and doesn't have good communication skills with others, and sometimes can be inconsiderate though he does most of this without knowing.

Roleplay Sample:
I can't wait to arrive at the Jedi Temple! Arkantos though, he looked outside the window, looking down at the Planet. He was so close. He had heard word of the Jedi's feats, and heroism when he was young, and had always enjoyed hearing stories of the ancient Jedi Masters. He looked around the spacecraft, seeing several children, and even adults within it. He smiled, looking at the young prospects of the Jedi. "I wonder..." he said somewhat out loud, and a girl peaked behind him. "Oh, hi there. I'm Arkantos who are you?" he said, but the girl looked at him blankly, smiling at him. "Uhm, well, ok... I'm going to go this way now.." he said, pointing to the opposite direction, and creeping away. He walked out of the main part of the ship, and slipped into the Bridge. He saw some Jedi around, and could hear the whispers in their mind. He shook it out of his head, and continued down into the ship's bedroom quarters. He slipped into his assigned bed, and looked outside the ship's viewing glass. He sighed, as fog then covered the glass, he smiled, whipping it off, as he did, they reached further down into the surface, being able to see Dantooine's plains. As the ship flew down, he saw beasts roam away from the landing zone, and he heard the turbolift hatches open, and air whooshed out from the ship.

Arkantos heard a voice over the intercom, "Alright, we've arrived, everyone please leave in a polite manner. All your belonging have already been taken to the Temple by helper droids, and the Knights will accompany you to the Temple, May the Force be with You." the voice in the intercom said, as everyone made their way out of the ship, Arkantos was one of the last to get out. He looked around, and took a deep breath, and smiled."I'm finally here.."

Gaia Name: Armaxx ((ITS ME...AGAIN...ALREADY))
Character Name: Dar'Vex AKA Shade
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Race: Twi'Lek... though father may have been Human.
Character Description: Shade is a black skinned Twi'Lek with pure black eyes (as in there is no white), an assumed birth defect from his uknown father, and lekku that reach down to the top of his upper leg. He stands at 5'11. He has a strong sense of justice and an extreme hatred for criminals. Even more odd than his eyes is his face, which has more human traits than Twi'lek, elimintating the typical male uglieness, but bringing great shame to Shade. When working, he wears a special light armor, coverd by clothes similar to those worn by typical dark jedi padawans. The only modefecation is the special lekku "sheathes" on his back ,which serve to protect his species greatest weakness. they are simply to pockets in the armor that run down the back to his hips, were they curve arond to the side of his legs.

Relations: Mother, a ex-Hutt slave on Nar Shadda, and father-in-law, a droid shop owner.
Character History: Shade grew up a pretty normal child, as normal as one can be on Nar Shadda, helpung his father in the shop. But, at age 14, he found out aout his real father, a bounty hunter that raped his mother after she danced at the Hutt's cantina. Enraged, Shade found the man and kiled him. Proud of removing the shame of his human father, Shade began take bounties from the local "law enforcement agency" on Nar Shadda, which ment he got payed to do what the petty police were to scared to do. He left the planet at 18, and met Armaxx on the transport. Armaxx was ont he transport doing a job, and Shade caught him. Armaxx escaped and has spent the past 4 years planet hopping, taking bounties and hunting Armaxx.
Personal Belongings: His DC-15x sniper rifle, his specialized armor, and his custom speeder bike. It is black and moves silently, unlike the humming of typical speeders.

Alignment: Light
Occupation: Takes bounties from planets' law enforcement agencies.
Skills: Stealth (comes with job, and with Nar Shadda), Blaster Rifle skill (comes with job), Repair Skill (from his dads shop), Hand to Hand skill (from defending himself on Nar Shadda as a child), Persuasion and "Reading people" ((You know, good at telling what someone is feeling)) (natural talents).
Flaws: Irrational when dealing with serious crimes. Bad first impressions due to apparent lack of color. Tends to get himself tangled with crime syndicates that are way out of his league. Easily intoxicated. Borderline suicidal out of shame. Terrible pilot. Slight claustrophobia.

Roleplay Sample: ((OMG, I typed this on the post box, and I timed out of my account before I could finsish!)) Hope the Skill/Flaw thing is okay! Check above for RP sample!