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 Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 12:35 am
Gaia Name: William sstrider Character Name:Johnathan regeal Gender: male Age: 16 Race: human Character Description:He stands 5' 11" he looks very plain with dark brownhair and brown eyes wears blue jeans, a white shirt, a gray vest, white sneakers,and black gloves that stop at the fingers. hes a bit lazy but with a strong sense of justice. If someone threatens his friends he will do everything in his power to defend them never giving up. he preferes not to kill but will do so under two very strict conditions 1 if it is absolutly neccasery to protect him self 2 if it is absolutly neccasery to protect his friends Relations: parents thoguh can't remember them well becuase he left for jedi training at an early age. Character History: john was born in a wealthy ahto city maanan was found by a jedi at the age of 4 after an incident where some thugs tryed to kidnapp John as they grabbed him they were suddenly lifted off the ground and violently thrown into the wall. a passing jedi saw what happened and asked his parents for promission to train him in the ways of the jedi.giving him promission to train john his father gave him his necklace for luck. As the years passed John trained hard passing many of the tests and leanrning quickly the art of lightsaber fighting with his training saber. now he is 16 and is eargly awaiting his promtion to padawan. Personal Belongings:necklace with a crimson crystal given to him by his father (tends to hide under his shirt.) Alignment: jedi Occupation: jedi hopeful Skills: becuase of his unassuming looks he is good at blending in with a crowd, computer slicing, hand to hand combat, first aid, Flaws: Tends to act without thinking when a friend is in need. gets frusrated very quickly. paralizing fear of heights rp smaple John ran quickly ducking and weaving through the streets "Stop you." the stormtrooper yelled leveling his blaster at john. looking behind him he saw the danger quickly cutting the cornor the stormtroopers shot was destroyed quickly running into the crowd of people in the market place he made himself look as small and unthreatening as he could. he walked with his head down looking at the ground and countiued to the roundevous point. turning down an ally he took a series of turns that finnallygot him to the roundevous. "Your late." said the informent looking none to pleased. "Had to make sure the stormtroopers didn't find you didn't I" he remarked back. "Details details none of these matter i was about to leave.""I doubt it people like you don't leave without there money." John replied holding out a small bag of credits "Theres your payment. No big bills so you can't be traced that was the deal right." "Yes all is in order here the datapad with all the specs for the superweapon." "Good then are buisness is concluded." said John turning to leave he hated doing buisness with people like these but right now he had no choice. Your application has been accepted.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 8:58 pm
Gaia Name: CommissarGears Character Name: Grant Lutyen Gender: Male Age: 18 Race: Human (Republic) Character Description: 6 feet even. Short blond hair and deep green eyes. Usually found in plain robes and shoes. He follows the Jedi code to the best of his ability and believes strongly in a sence of moral fiber and Justice. Relations: Before he was accepted into the Jedi order for apprentice training, he was a young boy with only one childhood friend on his home planet of Coruscant. Though he dosent have very fond memories, if memories at all, of his parents but he does remember the childhood friend by the name of Dacotah Livdahl Character History:Grant had clearly been chosen to be gifted with the force by an unknown Jedi, and was taken at a young age to be trained as a Jedi apprentice leaving behind his one and only friend Dacotah. Having had strong feelings for her as a young boy depressed him when he arrived at the Order. He was told to leave Coruscant to receive training at the Jedi Academy on H'ratth to attempt to disconnect his relationships from his friends and family, especially the strong feelings he felt for Dacotah. There he trained in the ways of the force. Studied it intently, learned that combat was a last resort to any problem, and that there could always be another way to approach hostile and doctile situations alike. He learned patience and understanding of the force and most of all, he reveled in what they tought him in melee combat. The way his adrenaline pumped when he was in the sparing ring with another apprentice made him feel alive. He bested most other apprenticies with a training stick. Now though, he is near completion of his Jedi Training at the young age of 18. He awaits the orders command before he is to receive the coveted symbol of the lightsaber, and even more eager to receive the Padawan rank and a Master to begin his true training. Personal Belongings: Apprentice Robes. Training stick he used as a young apprentice, considering it a badge of honor or a trophy. Ambition. Alignment: Jedi Order/Republic Occupation: Jedi hopeful. Skills: Melee Combat is his greatest achievment as far as apprentices go, but as far as Jedi and Sith go he still has much to learn. Decisive, and a quick thinker. Flaws: Impatient, especially over trivial matters. Anger - mostly caused from the loss of his greatest friend. Young, and headstrong - and with that the feeling of invinceability Roleplay Sample:"Patience, young Lutyen... You must learn it" Master Vaneran nodded. Lutyen was only 15 at this point and he held a training stick in his hand, it was much heavier then a Lightsaber - or at least he was told such for he had never held one. But he nodded back at Master Vaneran and held the 'saber' defencively against his apprentice opponent. "Strike when there is no opening, and you leave yourself open... There is no need for Haste if it gets you injured or worse" He continued and Lutyen nodded. "Yes Master Vaneran" He said politely, his voice cracking softly as he entered the middle stages of purberty. "Let us try again" The young Master took a step back from the dueling ring and clapped his hands together, smileing softly Patience..."Begin!" Vaneran commanded and the two young Jedi hopefuls circled the ring instinctively, neithor wanting to stand doctile lest they become an easy target. Lutyen was facing apprentice Fashar, a boy of non-republic blood, an outsider, though he was human. Fashar struk quickly, bringing the light stick down hard above Grants head, who brought his own stick up to block, parrying to his left and quickly thrusting as Fashar tried to bring his stick back into place, but it was too late. Grant had pressed his stick to Fashars chest and Vaneran laughed softly kneeling down lightly to Grant. "You are skilled, Grant" He grabbed Fashar by the apprentice robe and pulled him in to talk to them both as the other apprentices near the ring gathered. "You, Fashar, are just as good... But remember" He smiled trying to impart his wisdom in a way they would remember, speaking slowly as if his words held great importance, and they did. "Fighting another person, another sentient being is always a final resort... There are other resolutions to such conflict and no blood need be spent over trivial matters such as theivery or even another murder..." He took a deep breath "Keeping a clear mind, and strong wits beat strength and power every single time. You are above base emotions... You will be Jedi, and you're example" He lifted his head to adress the rest of the apprentices "All of your example will eithor be shining beacons of the Jedi Order and the Republic..." He paused and his voice became deeper "Or scars upon the very hearts and minds of the people you will swear to protect..."Your application has been accepted.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:23 pm
Gaia Name: Pretty Pepper [Frequently changing.]
Character Name: Dacotah Livdahl
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen.
Race: Human [Republic]
Character Description: http://bp3.blogger.com/__STT74GIvdg/RrzMCPyxI9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hVEQRvxS5CA/s1600-h/FemaleConcept01.jpg
~Not my art.~
Relations: Known family deceased, childhood best friend Grant Lutyen - was Dacotah's only friend growing up, and the only positive role model. He protected her at times, and taught her most of the life essential skills she uses to date. Many times in her short life, Grant had took her on "Adventures" which were really just childhood quests, giving her many joyous moments with Grant Lutyen.
Character History: During a seemingly still Coruscaunt night, Dacotah was at her tender age of six, Dacotah had just waved goodbye gesture to Grant Lutyen, her bestfriend and only friend. Shortly later into the humble night, sounds of a struggle was in Dacotah's parents room. The shy and investigative Dacotah wormed her way from her warm bed, and towards the source of the disruption. During the struggle, Dacotah watched a blaster sear the skin on her fathers face, followed by a shriek by her mother, as they both fell lifeless, the burning smell of flesh and laserburns scented the air. Strangely the hulking figure in the shadows was Sith, and he hadn't had intentions to kill Dacotah, instead he took her into the night to Korriban. Many years had passed, Dacotah learned the teachings of the dark side, and the benefits it held.
Personal Belongings:Nothing.
Alignment: Dark Jedi
Occupation: Sith Student. [Or anything related.]
Skills:Conversationalist, Photographic memory, Reliable.
Flaws: Untrusting, Stubborn, Misunderstanding, Rude, Distant.
Roleplay Sample: Dacotah stood in a line of other Dark Jedi hopefuls, a cold eerie wind drifted in the room, the dark breeze caressing her hair. Gulping silently, as she felt a lump in the bottom of her throat, the Sith teacher stood before Dacotah, staring her down, in an attempt to break her focus, waiting expectantly for her answer.
Skittishly Dacotah opened her dark lips,
"Peace is a lie there is only passion
through passion comes strength
through strength comes power
through power comes victory
through victory our chains are broken
The Force will free me"
Dacotah humbly replied, learning the cost of disrespect rather quickly towards her superiors.
The instructor nodded impressed, his method of teaching had taught her to speak those words on command.
Time seemed to stop for Dacotah, as her mind drifted to thoughts of Grant Lutyan, before her attention snapped back to the Master as he coldly said, "Dismissed, we will continue our lessons in the future."
Today Dacotah Livdahl was free, in a solemn bow, she nodded her head, and proceeded to her room, the eerie wind has been lifted, for now.
Accepted -EK
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 6:38 pm
Gaia Name: Delta 8O8 Character Name: Jake Prior Gender: Male Age: 18 Race: Human [Republic] Character Description: http://genkidama.deviantart.com/art/this-guy-8144722 ((Just the looks. I didn't draw it nor am I claiming it as mine)) Relations: Deceased Jedi father, Deceased Republican Lieutenant Colonel Mother, Nick Daniels - childhood best friend. Character History: Born of a Jedi father and a Republican soldier Mother one would think the couple's only child would be a badass Force wielding, unbelievably accurate marksman with a strong will to command a huge army of soldiers and Jedi alike...WRONG! Jake Prior has a connection with the Force but none that allows him to wield it in such a way that would lead him onto the path of becoming a Jedi or a Sith. Nor does he relish even becoming an acting Fire Team leader within the Republican Army. A natural born romantic, follower, and supporter he has been known to act nothing like his parents did and often times does more bad than good to a mission and is mostly ignored because his ideas usually lead to it. Growing up in Coruscant he made lots of friends and, in turn, lots of enemies. His best friend, Nick Daniels, has been with him through thick and thin and often times, as kids, they would run around the city of Coruscant acting like Republic Soldiers and "clearing out" rooms within an abandoned apartment complex. Often times they got into trouble with real Republican Soldiers mostly for mistakes and "good" ideas made by Jake. Jake had his parents up until his enlistment age. They were killed en-route to Jake's graduation ceremony located in a Republican Outpost somewhere on the Outer-Rim. Personal Belongings: His father's lightsaber [blue], which does not work anymore and his mother's dogtags encased within. Both are kept in his storage cabinet at his permanent post. Alignment: Republic Occupation: Republic Soldier/Bounty Hunter (for extra cash) Skills: Combat skills, Piloting, Following, Supporting, getting into trouble, doing what he wants against the law, with the law, and against common sense Flaws: Doing what he wants against the law, with the law, and against common sense. Roleplay Sample:"Why're we here?""What?""I said: 'Why are we here?' ""You mean in existence, or on Tatooine?""The latter...but that first choice will be the next topic of the day."The two republic soldiers, Jake and Nick, were on Perimeter Guard for this training exercise. Watching out for the other team as well as eradicating boredom. The two were having conversations whilst keeping a look out, but with their weapons at "port arms". The desert camouflage clothes they were wearing worked just a tiny bit, but with their helmets off one doesn't have to look for the rest of their body to figure out where they are. Nick made a face, contemplating his answer though already knowing what to say. "Well...it's a Desert Combat training exercise. And since we're nowhere near settlements the only thing we have to watch out for is Alpha Team and the local savage residents.""Okay...let me specify my question. Why are in the middle of nowhere, where the nearest form of civilized is our Troop Carrier hiding out somewhere in space?" Jake asked in a bit of anger. Nick Daniels, long-time friend of Jake Prior, finally started catching on and he made a smug expression. "Oh I see where this is going. You're bitching about the fact that we're nowhere near Mos Eisley therefore, you're unable to get work. Am I right?"Jake muttered something insulting about Republican Military Brass while staring out into the horizon. "Kinda...I'm just lucky none of the officers know about my second job, and the Sergeants who know are trustworthy enough to keep their mouths shut.""You're lucky they're trustworthy enough that you don't have to pay them to keep their mouths shut." Nick said with that smug expression still plastered on his face. "Just shut up and watch your sector." Jake snapped turning his back to his partner to watch his own section of the perimeter line.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 5:19 pm
Gaia Name: Ants-and-communists Character Name: Ja'Ceen Harr (Jä-sēn Här) Gender: Female Age: 21 Race: Miraluka Character Description: Ja'Ceen was a tall slender and youthfull Miraluka, with warm blushing skin, some would consider her to have a rather frail structure. She was not the most graceful individual but she was beautiful in her own right. She stood with a slight hunch posture, the physical sign of her emotionally despondent and meek manner. Ja'Ceen wore her hair in natty braids decorated with small metallic, crystal, and wooden beads. Ja'Ceen wore the average garb of a poor space colonist. light weight fabrics, she preferred the darker hues of browns, burgundy, and black and preferred to keep her eyes covered with either a veil or a blindfold. Her favorite outfit was a gift from her horticultural mentor on the station she was raised on. It composed of a tight black undergarment with a black skirt. On top of that was a dark brown sleeved dress and a black suede leather tunic. the tunic was laced in a fine ribbon of reddish orange. the gift also came with a black blind fold with similar orange lace. it was simple but elegant. Jaceen wearing Havens giftRelations: none that she cares to think about that would make any difference in her life. The closest she had to friend was a strange widow and horticulturist at her birth colony. She was not the most loving individual but she was generous to Ja'Ceen. Character History: Ja'Ceen was born to a family of Miraluka on a small drifting space colony some where in the Chazwa System. Her family had been the only Miraluka she had ever known in her entire life. However she did not feel excluded by others as much as by her being Miraluka she excluded herself. She was not made fun of much more than the average child would be. More than most of the individuals on the colony were near-humans and had few individuals that were exact matches in species. However Ja'Ceen was not the most sociable. It was hard for her to come to terms with her Force Sight abilities, The force to her was an unexplained phenomenon, something she barely understood outside of a normal human child's understanding of light as they see with it. It was difficult being the only force sensitive in the colony, let alone the only Miraluka. She had few opportunities to express her concepts of vision and beauty in a way that others could understand. She was prone to passionate but embarrassing outbursts due to holding in her feelings so deeply and thus had grown a strong anxiety towards speaking out of turn, or even speaking at all in public areas. She was quiet for the majority of her life, speaking only to her parents and a few familiar figures in her community. Her parents themselves showed the same social traits as she did, remaining pretty much recluses in their cabins and leaving only perform their duties aboard the station. Having emotional and expressive issues themselves Ja'Ceen's parents split up shortly after she had turned eight. She never saw her father again, but she could sense him faintly for years, from distances she could only guess went so far as to span the entire galaxy. Her life with her mother alone was hardly easy, her mother grew ill with stress and became bed ridden. Their relationship became more and more distant as her mother spoke less and less every day, eventually keeping silent for seemingly endless periods of time. Ja'Ceen was left to care for her and herself by getting a job with the local horticulturist, Haven. Haven was an awkward old widow, one might say eerie and uncomfortably mysterious. Haven kept mostly too herself in her shop and garden, a lifestyle Ja'Ceen was rather familiar with by now and quickly began to respect and adore the old woman. Haven taught Ja'Ceen how to grow and tend to various types of plant life, and even taught her a number of herbal cures for ailments. Many of these remedies Ja'Ceen often used in desperate attempts to bring her mother back to health, all of which failed. Some sicknesses come from the heart, some sicknesses come from a deep darkness from within, even the greatest wonders of the galaxy cannot reach them. Aaah but life goes on, life goes on. You will learn what cannot be healed will be overcome. Haven used to tell her after every failed attempt, much to Ja'Ceen's disappointment. Eventually Ja'Ceen began to speak to Haven about the Force, about her vision and sensitivity. Haven surprisingly knew a great deal about the Force, She told her about the many factions worshiping it, and told her that she herself had once been in touch with the Force. All of its intricacies had been lost to her through the years of course. She gave the her an old text on the topic. Haven also gave Ja'Ceen tailor made robes out of her fondness for the young girl. The days began to drag on for Ja'Ceen once she began to grow older, and with time she became more bitter, more frustrated with her sorrows. she spent nearly all of her time studying Haven's texts. Her waning desire to find her long gone father finally broke one night as she severed her emotional connection to him all together, thus destroying the link that connected to him across the boundless space. She began to resent and despise her mother often carelessly leaving her to tend to her own interests dispite her mother's dependance on her. She began to loose her sense of compassion, and replaced it with self-absorbed carelessness. Eventually Ja'Ceen had had enough of the colony and its sorrows; even Haven, whom had become more and more frustrated with Ja'Ceen as Ja'Ceen had grown bitter and spiteful. She began to study poisons, and concocted a great multitude of them through perverting the lessons of she learned in Harven's green house. Ja'Ceen erupted in a frustrated madness and murdered her mother with her poisons. It was days later, at the funeral, that Haven watched in horror realizing exactly what Ja'Ceen had done. In a confrontation shortly after the funeral Haven expressed her abhorred disappointment, Ja'Ceen lashed out and stabbed the old woman. Haven with her last ounce of life struck the young girl in the hand with a spiteful burst of force power. The attack damaged Ja'Ceens right hand, rendering her incapable of using it to grasp anything. Ja'Ceen immediately made her escape from the colony with all of the evidence of the murders. She intended to leave as many memories as she could behind her as she made her way to a new life, a life where she could finally express and understand the force, some where she would finally find solace. She headed to the ancient Jedi enclave of Dantooine, hoping to find clues to help her learn of the force itself. Her sanity held together with little more than her determination to overcome herself and finally understand her nature as a force sensitive. Personal Belongings: vials of various poisons, herbs, and remedies. The daggar with which she murdered her mentor, and enough credits to get her where she needed to go. Alignment: Jedi Occupation: Horticulturist's apprentice Skills: She being Miraluka has already a great connection to the force, and is capable of sensing dangers, and beings at great distances, deeply secretive, capable of hiding things very well. She has also grown deeply emotionally detached from most other people. Flaws: Socially awkward, anxious, emotionally unstable, she is either careless or radically passionate, physically weak, and almost insanely irrational. RP example: Ja'Ceen paced the floor vigorously awaiting her destiny at the end of the voyage. Her mind had began to hurt with the thoughts of her life back on the Colony. The blood of Haven on her hands, the poison in her mother's blood stream. The images were harsh and unnerving, the dark sights were strange to remember with the illumination of the force. She laid her self down on a cot and attempted to calm herself, attempted to wipe her own memory away of the entire incident. She delved into her own mind and felt a sense of pain as she slowly crumbled the images burned into her brain like the dried leaf of a fern. It all disappeared into an abyss deep within herself as if they were raw tea powders whisked of into the diluting air with her breath. She licked her burning lips as she sat in wonder of the emotionlessness that once was her pain, she found it astounding, relieving, satisfying beyond all measure. But she was still lonely, she was still cold, a cold that the thin blanket of the cot could not insulate her from. But she did feel a warmth around her grow the force, and all of its energy seemed to wrap around her like her mother once did when she was nothing more than a baby. She could see it's luminous essence, but it was the sensation that brought her so much more comfort. Of all the galaxy at least the force has yet to judge her, at least the force will still be there for her. She let the force comfort her as she laid in wonder of its splendor, a splendor she was sure to come to know much better in short time. She fell asleep to the force's embrace, and she herself in the embrace of her hopes. ((that should do it, GET 'R DUN!)) Excellent. Accepted! ~ Seffi
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:01 pm
Okay, my RPing skills are a little rusty and this is my first attempt at a Star Wars roleplay, so I’d be very grateful of any help offered. ^__^ And don’t hesitate to tell me if I’m doing anything wrong or if I need to change something. Gaia Name: Kareswynn Character Name: Bahiyya Shula (pr. Bye-ah Shoo-lah) Gender: Female Age: 20 Race: Human Character Description: Bahiyya has long, dusty blonde hair usually worn pulled back into a ponytail at the base of her neck, but few paler wisps of hair escape to frame her round face. There is a light dusting of freckles across her nose and her eyes are soft green. She stands at 5’8” with an average build and overall she looks like nothing more than an unassuming farm girl, but don’t let her appearance fool you. There is a lot more going on under the surface than you’d think. At heart, Bahiyya is a kind person with a strong sense of duty and justice, but she’s holding a festering anger over her sister’s death deep inside her. The only reason she didn’t go to the Jedi academy with her sister was that she felt it was her duty to stay behind and help her aging father on the farm. Now, after her sister’s murder, she is determined to get justice and the only way she can think of to do that is to seek out the Jedi. Having never left the planet of her birth, she is very naïve and somewhat ignorant about the ways of the world. Relations: Sister: Rhenie Shula, 19, recently deceased (murdered) Mother: Denna Shula, long deceased (natural causes) Father: Wesalen Shula, recently deceased (natural causes) Character History: Bahiyya was born on the pastoral planet of Dantooine and has lived there all her life. The Shula homestead isn’t anywhere near the hidden Jedi enclave and Bahiyya only knows through her sister that it even exists. She is the older of two daughters born to Wesalen and Denna Shula. Her mother, Denna, died when she was very young and her father just recently passed away. When her sister, Rhenie, returned home for the funeral, she was murdered by a mysterious person in dark robes using dark force powers. After her sister was cut down before her eyes, Bahiyya tried to fight off the stranger, but he only seemed amused by her futile attempt and left her for dead. Now, Bahiyya is seeking out the Jedi enclave on Dantooine. She is stronger with the force than her sister ever was, but her duty kept her at the farm while her sister became a Jedi. She certainly has plenty of potential, but what happens next is anyone’s guess... Personal Belongings: An ancient R4-D6 droid. He has been tinkered with so much by Bahiyya, her father, and his previous owners that barely any of his parts are the originals. His memory however has remained largely intact and over the years he’s developed quite an attitude. One of his legs is ill-fitted to him, clonking a little when he moves, and is the reason Bahiyya affectionately refers to him as “Gimpy.” Aside from Gimpy, Bahiyya owns only a single trusty blaster, the broken remains of her sister’s green lightsaber and the clothes on her back. After her family’s deaths, the Shula homestead held nothing for her but painful memories, so she sold it and the rest of the farm droids for a meager sum of credits. (I know we aren’t supposed to start out with a lightsaber, but this one doesn’t work, and even if it did, Bahiyya has no idea how to use it anyway) Alignment: Jedi Occupation: Mechanic, Jedi hopeful Skills: There is near to nothing to say about Bahiyya’s fighting skills, she was raised as a farmer’s daughter, not a warrior. But the potential is certainly there, she is physically strong from twenty years of hard work and she has high stamina and a high tolerance for pain. Also, she is as strong as (if not stronger than) her sister was in the force, although she doesn’t yet understand what it is. And one benefit of living on a farm with several dusty old droids was that she got plenty of repair practice and as a result, she is a fair mechanic, especially when it comes to droids. Flaws: Bahiyya is unfailingly stubborn, rash, and headstrong. That coupled with her anger over her sisters death is driving her to hunt down the murderer, but she is naïve and unskilled. Roleplay Sample:A scream of horror ripped itself from Bahiyya’s lips as the glowing red blade hummed through the darkness and her little sister’s body fell to the ground with a sickening thud. “No, Rhenie... No!” she cried as she fell to her hands and knees and scrambled over to her sister’s side. “Rhenie... Rhenie, please don’t.” she pleaded, but her sister was unresponsive. Without a word, Rhenie Shula’s murderer withdrew his lightsaber and turned to leave, his grim task completed. The Jedi’s older sister was of no concern to him. No. He couldn’t cut down her sister in cold blood and just be allowed to leave. Bahiyya franticly pawed through the grass in the darkness, looking for something, anything to stop him. Her hand brushed something cold and her fingers closed around a thin, metallic cylinder; her sister’s lightsaber. Bahiyya fumbled with it, she had only seen it used once before and she knew there was a switch on it somewhere. Finally, her clumsy fingers found the button and depressed it. The fiery green blade hissed to life, nearly slicing through her arm. She closed both trembling hands around the hilt, not knowing how to use the strange weapon. The green glow illuminated her dirty, tearstained face, “Don’t you walk away from me.”Upon hearing the snap-hiss of the activated lightsaber, the murderer had stopped in his tracks, but hadn’t turned. At Bahiyya’s words, he chuckled; a low, grating sound. Bahiyya screamed with rage and anger and leapt at him, but her charge was brought to an abrupt halt when the figure spun and deftly blocked her green blade with his red one. With a flick of his wrist, he sliced cleanly through the end of the green lightsaber’s hilt, destroying it. He shut down his blade again; it wasn’t even worth his time to kill the farm girl. Bahiyya’s mind was clouded with anger and she attacked the murderer again, even though she was unarmed, but before she could even touch him, her world exploded in a flash of blue light. She crumpled instantly, screaming in agony as the blue lightning lanced through her every nerve. She tried to fight it at first and her fingers clawed at the earth, digging deeply into the dirt. Thunderous crackling and her own anguished shrieking filled her ears even as her mind was filled with the pain. When she gave up trying to fight it, she fell, choking on her own screams, but still the pain continued. She writhed on the ground, crying and gagging until; finally, her world went dark. Another excellent application. Accepted! ~ Seffi
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 7:16 pm
-_-' Sorry, I know my roleplaying sucks at the moment, but It's been forever since I've been able to get into a serious RP, so any advice would be greatly appreciated. Gaia Name: Kei Yogen Character Name: Dax Ramnak Gender: Male Age: Ten Race: Human Character Description: Dax is pretty small, he's only a little over three feet tall, and has a slim build. His hair is dark brown, and almost always unkempt, giving it a somewhat spiky and ruffled appearance. His eyes are a deep blue, and somehow always seem devoid of emotion, although he does show emotion from time to time, he is usually pretty easy going and just generally unaffected. While this overall emotionless look would cast a somewhat grim and eerie air about the child, it is usually replaced by a more lighthearted and goofy air when his clumsiness kicks in. Dax has become accustomed to the giggles, chuckles, and overall laughter usually sparked by his goofy mishaps, though that's not to say they still don't get to him on occasion. Relations: Dax's only real relationship was with his Brother Olon, before his brother was killed. Character History: Dax grew up in a rich, yet abusive family. His father, Niro, owns a large chain of banks throughout the galaxy, which are simply known as 'Ramnacorp'. Almost all of the credits that came into the household were spent on things for the parents, Niro and Dax's mother Kurra always spent their credits on elegant clothing, pricey vehicles, alcohol, or other various luxuries. Dax and his older brother Olon were always left out of the picture, Olon was forced to spend what little money he got from bar tending in a backwater cantina, on the necessities for him and his little brother, like food and clothing. Although Dax took more than his share of abuse from his drunken parents, his older brother was always able to put a smile on his face. What sparked most of the abuse was Dax's connection with the force, though not a strong one, he had a connection that was discovered by his father when Dax was only five years old. Niro soon after was told, by his wife, of her connection to the force, and then started to abuse Dax in almost any way he could think of. It is still unknown to Dax why Kurra was not hated by his father, but everything really started to fall apart for him when his brother was murdered. Olon was caught stealing the silver crystal his mother held dear, when he attempted to bring it to Dax he was killed by his own father, the terrified Dax could only think to grab the heirloom and escape the house. Ever since that night Dax has only had one goal in mind, Dax wishes to reach Coruscant, he wants to reach the jedi council by any mean necessary, he hopes that maybe they can at least give him information about why the crystal is so important, and why his brother was killed just trying to get it to him. Personal Belongings: Dax has a necklace that usually remains hidden under his clothing, the necklace holds a crystal for a lightsaber that has been passed down through his family for generations. It was originally found by an ancestor of his during the mandalorian wars and when installed into a lightsaber, will make the blade of the saber a brilliant silver. It was an heirloom that he holds onto dearly and is prepared to defend with his life. Alignment: Light (?) Occupation: Hopeful Jedi apprentice Skills: Dax's strongest point is most likely his sheer stubbornness, he doesn't know the meaning of the word 'surrender'. He will never give up, and failing at something only makes him try harder. Flaws: Dax is unusually clumsy, even for a child, plus his stubbornness can also cause him to act before thinking, if he feels there is a good reason behind an action he will act upon that feeling without a second thought. Roleplay Sample: A small sigh left the lips of the child, Dax was holding in his right hand, the necklace that his brother was killed over. Looking back on that night, only a month previous to his current affairs, it seemed so trivial. "Why did Olon have to die for some stupid rock on a string?" He muttered under his breath as he made his way through the crowded streets of Nar Shaddaa. Dax's eye began slowly welling up with tears as he thought back to the horrific night, but he soon wiped his eyes, and quickly threw the crystal back around his neck, and hid it under his ragged shirt. He knew he had to be careful here, he had heard of this place from Olon. 'Smuggler's Moon' It was a good place to get lost, but a bad place to be wandering, especially with the crystal. There was no way he was going to let it get stolen, not after Olon gave his life to get it to him. After a deep breath, Dax continued his way through the streets, making his way past bounty hunters and criminals of all sorts, his head low and his steps quick, He was promised a ride from an ithorian, he was going to get to the proper landing pad, and none of these lowlifes were going to stand in his way! I was rather impressed with the modern take for this character. very creative. Your RP sample is fine enough, and you'll get loads better real fast I'm sure. Accpeted ~Jude
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 3:53 am
Gaia Name: Blade Icestorm
Character Name: Rexxar
Gender: male
Age: 23
Race: human
Character Description: http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr155/Winters_Blade/sephiroth-poster.jpg
He stands 6'4 and weighs 230lbs. His skin is pale and his eyes are a sharp peircing green, he has silver hair. He wears all dark clothes and a black trenchcoat as well as dark gloves. His personality is he is so, but can get along with people well enough, especially if they have common ground.
Relations: Mother died when he was only 3. His father was a stormtrooper named Lerista4003 but he died in a fight with an unknown Jedi.
Character History: Rexxar was born in an imperial family, though his mother died when he was still a boy, his father did everthing he could to raise him. And Rexxar and dreams of one day serving the emperor like his father. But when the tragic day came when his father was slain by a Jedi, he snapped, taking his fathers vibrosword he attacked a group of rebellion soldiers, slaying them easily in his rage and sorrow. But he was struck down by one of them and Rexxar could see Jeff3214 coming to his aid. But he knew he would be to late, summoming a strength that lied dorment in himself he pulled the force to him and threw the rebellion skum into a sharp corner, killing him instantly. When Jeff3214 saw this he told him of a place he should go to learn how to make it stronger."I never could do anything like that, but you, if you learn how to become stronger you will be strong enough to kill all Jedi. Especially the one that killed your father." With a goal in mind he gathered his things and boarded a ship going to Dxun....the rest will reveal itself in time.
Personal Belongings: Vibrosword, a pack with some basic neccesities, and a silver chain necklace with an ancient symbol inscribed on it
Alignment: Sith
Occupation: None
Skills: First aid, stealth, tracking, good endurence, good stamina
Flaws: Triggered rage, Slight fear of heights, overconfident
rp smaple
When the ship landed in port he looked out the doorframe and breathed in the air.
"So this is Dxun, strange place this is. Hope its worth my time."
He gathered his things and looked around, noticing a trail he was about to follow it when a voice called up. "'excuse me sir, but you understand we wont be returning for maybe a week or more?"
The man seemed to think he cared
"There isnt anything on this planet that can kill so silence yourself."
The man looked offended and angry but didnt say anything else. He moved deeper into the woods following the trail thinking to himself, honestly what can possibly go wro...In mid though a tentacle wraps itself around his ankle and drags him to the ground. Ashamed at himself for not watching his surroundings he drew out the vibrosword. But before he could strike 3 more tentacles come out of some brush nearby smacking him with two and wrapping his other leg and good arm with the other two. He uses his other arm and grabs the tentacle attached to his sword arm, squeezing as hard as he could til he heard a pop. Followed by an strange scream. The other tentacles withdrew and Blade stood up whipping his head from side to side seeking other assailants. Seeing none he reprimanded himself for letting his gaurd down. He moves along the trail at an average pace keeping his eyes on the jungle surroundings.
Approved, but next time, wait for approval BEFORE you post. -EK
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 7:31 pm
Gaia Name: Ikiriz
Character Name: Dezaria
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: Echani
Character Description: Dezaria is 5.4 with long silky silver hair and silver eyes and a slim build. Celedon colored tattoos cover a big area of her body including her back, legs, some of her stomach and part of her face. Her clothing are either white or colourful but after the long hunt they have become more greyish from the dirt. She has a long broad scar over her back from a failed training session. She wants to keep her nails long but have a bad habit of biting them when she thinks and it shows.
Relations: Markus, some few friends around the city and some few unknown jedis.
Character History: Dezaria lived on corruscant with her sister Salena, they own a small condo where they live and have a shop where they sell their vibroblades. But due to the fact that less and less are using them and that the minerals used for making them have decreased in numbers it is not a very big shop and hardly noticeable. While one of the sisters are watching the shop the other is out looking for the minerals.
Dezaria was the youngest of the two sister by 4 years. Her older sister has always taken care of her since she was a child. Dezaria has no memory of who her parents where and where they actually comes from. She does think her older sister now but has never actually asked her about it. So they grew up in corruscant. Due to the fact that the sisters looked exactly the same they where often mistaken for their sisters which did cause a lot of confusions for both their customers and associates. When she was 17 both her sister and her got tattoos covering their back and the sides of their body, including tattoos reaching over their face. She got a shade of green and her sister blue. Since then there has been little to no problems with recognizing them.
When Dezaria was 10 years old she was taken by a jedi to their current temple because he saw the potential in her to become a jedi. She was not too fond of leaving her sister but she was exited to become a jedi. When she finally came to the temple the jedi was told that it was too dangerous to train her because of her very strong attachment to her sister and that she was to old so she was taken back to her sister. It broke her dreams. Later she found out that the jedi had gotten himself a new apprentice and she hated him for it. She hated the jedi for letting her down..
When she came home from the disappointment in the jedi temple her sister decided that they should do their own training. She was the one who thought Dezaira everything about their race and it was time to begin the combat they loved so much. It took them a good deal of time before they got the money to buy actual weapons but in the meantime they trained with training swords. It was Dezaria that got the idea if making the swords themselves and they searched long before they found someone that could teach them. His name was Markus and he was an old human who lived on the other side of corruscant.
Their daily lives on the face of corruscant was leading their shop and training with their weapons. Her sister was a wild girl who loved to party and usually took several different guys with her home, while Dezaria was very philosophical and dreamed of the one true love. She was often sitting at home just thinking about one of the many journeys her and her sister had been on and what secrets could be buried there. She also often imagined how it would be if they where one great family with a mother and a father. But in the end she was grateful for what she had and sometimes even went out with her sister to most of their friends amusement.
One day when she was working in the shop with her sister...
Dezaria was cleaning the counter while she thought about their last trip. Her weapon was in the back and she thought briefly about getting it out and training with it. There where rarely any customers in the shop but her sister would disapprove of it.. Or join her. Depending on how bad her hangovers where she thought to herself with a smile on her face. She decided that the counter was clean enough and went out in the back to get her weapon when she heard the door in the front open and she got a bad feeling. Her sister and her had always been sensitive to the force but since the oronar fleet took over her sister has forbidden her to ever mention it again. She looked out the piece of cloth that separated the back room and the front. A dark figure was standing in front of her sister and speaking to her. Their words where not loud enough for her to hear so she figured it must have been another boyfriend of her sister and went back to train with her weapon. She heard a familiar sound and froze. It couldn’t be.. “Peace is a LIE!” she heard a dark voice shout and suddenly she moved her feets. She looked out in into the front room and she was right on her first guess. The sound she had heard was the one a lightsaber makes when you draw it. Her sister had not had her weapon on her when she was in there with her and now the lightsaber had been runned through her stomach. They both looked at her as she entered the room, the dark jedis face was that of surprise and anger and her sister looked fearful.. But she never feared anything.. “Run Dezaria” She was not sure if she heard the words of her sisters voice or just saw the movements of her mouth when she said it. The dark jedi pulled the lightsaber out of her sister still with his gaze upon her. She ran away from the store and the dark jedi didn’t follow. She didn’t know if it was for the fear of being caught and it was first later the question came to her. She didn’t dare to go to her apartment and she didn’t dare return. For days she wandered the streets without knowing what to do, until finally, she returned to the shop. The man was not there but her sister was. She was lying on the floor dead. Dezaria couldn’t think, nor feel when she looked at her beloved sister dead on the ground. She gently removed the amulet that her sister always had around her neck and put it around her own: She left the room with a dark look in her eyes. She began to hunt the dark jedi down. She knew that part of the city pretty good. But he would surely have escaped by now.. She didn’t know.. She just had to find him and make him pay!
Personal Belongings: Vibrosword, a white Echani talisman, a greater Bordok (gained on a journey once and used for transporting minerals back to the ship.)
Alignment: Oronar fleet
Occupation: Vibroweaponsmith, In search of becoming an Onary apprentice. A backpack with the most needed things.
Skills: She is a good at making weapons and finding minerals. She has a good imagination and is skilled with a sword.
Flaws: She often becomes dreamy and drift away from reality, she has a very hard time fitting in anywhere, She often ponders too long about unimportant things. She is not very brave when it does not come to direct combat as she know it.
Roleplay Sample:
She was stuck again. Nobody had seen anything that resembled the dark jedi she was looking for and corruscant was big.. The longer this would take the bigger chance of him getting away. She looked at the people walking by her and didn’t notice their worried looks. She hadn’t showered or changed her clothing for a week now.. She must have smelled pretty bad. But she just wanted to avenge her siter.. If it wasn’t for the stupid dark jedis and jedis.. They always told filthy lies no matter what they said.. They where evil all of them she thought bitterly to herself. “I will find you.. Just you keep hiding my friend.. I will find you.” She moved right into a small alley and continued. She was going to find her... If only she knew how.
Approved ~EK
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 4:55 pm
Gaia Name: Darkside Luke Character Name: Luke Gender: Male Age: 34 Race: Human Character Description: Luke stands at just below six feet tall with scruffy brown hair only hanging down to his ears. His body show signs of muscle, but he is not as fit as he was during his reign as the Dark Lord. He is also clad in the simple grey Oronar robes which hang loose around his body, concealing his missing left arm. Though his body bears no physical scars, except for the lack of a left arm, his dark blue eyes show he had seen far too much for his age. Luke's attitude used to be one of confidence and narcissism, knowing full well his plans would work, and both his skill in the Force and dueling would keep him safe. However, since his failure, Luke had begun to second guess his views, wondering whether to abandon the Sith ways was really right. Not being certain of what to believe, Luke had focused on regaining his skill with a lightsaber rather than with the Force, making his a formidable duelist once again. One aspect of his personality still remains though, his loyalty. Having never betrayed his Sith Master, and not truly understanding the 'Rule of Two', Luke still follows those he become close to, and follows orders from those he must obey. Relations: None Character History Luke was born into a rich and adventurous family who loved him dearly. His father was a respected archaeologist, though well known for his radical ideas, which Luke fortunately inherited. His mother coat-tailed her husband's fame. They spent much of their time traveling the galaxy in search of treasure, their baby son accompanying them everywhere. However, one trip to Dathomir, shortly before Luke's first birthday, would leave the family torn apart. After an attack by a tamed Rancor, controlled by a Nightsister from the Singing Mountain Clan, Luke was separated from his parents who, after countless efforts, gave up on rescuing him. Luke was actually captured by the Nightsisters who had attacked him, returning him to their stronghold high up the mountains of Dathomir. There, he spent many years of his life, growing up under the torturous control of the Nightsisters, like so many other wandering men found by them. He was rarely fed, punished regularly and was often left to entertain the Rancors. It was remarkable how he no longer bares any of the scars he collected during his stay. It was here where he first saw the Force in action, the wild untamed Darkside that controlled the Nightsisters. He hated the very sight of it. After eight long years of suffering, Luke finally gave up. He would either fight his way out, or die trying. Having refused a whole day's worth of work, he was sentenced to death at the hand of the Elder. Having had the opportunity to study her fighting style for the majority of his life, Luke knew exactly how to escape. He was given a weapon to defend himself, a weak and battered sword. As the Elder attacked, Luke simply stepped aside, his blade coming up the meet her neck. In the chaos of the Elder's death, Luke ran for his life, ran like the scared child he was, tears flooding his face. He now had the bare the elements of nature on Dathomir, alone. He spent months wandering the planet, eating what scraps he could, avoiding all danger. It was a miracle he survived. In fact, he only survived thanks to a lone girl, named Atra Runtre, who took him under her wing, helping him flee the planet. She younger than him, but several years, but so influential on Luke's life. She became his new mother, teaching him everything. Unknown to him at the time, Atra was actually the Dark Lord of the Sith. This young girl was the strongest person in the entire galaxy. She taught him skills with a saber, how the wield the Force which surrounded him, especially that of the Darkside. Even though he knew he was learning it, he refused to let himself be consumed by the Darkside, as he had seen in those Nightsisters. By the age of sixteen, Luke and Atra had formed quite a bond. however, she just simply abandoned him one day, leaving him to live out his life as he chose, rather than in her shadow. Luke never felt any remorse for it, but simply went about his business, further increasing his understanding of the galaxy around him through all means, mainly focusing on his combat skills and, of course, the area had keen interest in, politics. Through a mysterious twist of fate, Luke one day found himself back on Dathomir, several years later. He found himself consumed by hatred, the memories of his childhood flooding back to him. he covered the entire planet in search of the fortress in which he had been held captive. after many weeks, he found it, and, within a few days, left the place to burn, no one alive. On the sight of that burning temple, he broke down into tears, just like he had done the day he escaped. It was his one moment of weakness. He vowled never to allow himself to act like that, to be consumed by the Darkside, act liked what he had always hated. Now, he had truly felt it, and hated it even more. After a further decade of constant training, self improvement and increased understanding of Galactic politics, Luke once found himself in the presence and old friend, Atra. Luke was no longer the sniveling child he once was, his experience on Dathomir truly opening his eyes. He was now cocky, smug and well trained. His father's intelligence had also surfaced, along with the same radical ideas. Atra, now extremely impressed with what he had become, took him under her wing once again, as a final test. on countless occasions, Luke bested Atra in training, something he never though anything of. However, less than a year after the two had been reunited, Atra left once again, for good this time. Though Luke was never formally Atra's apprentice, he took her role as Sith Lord. He knew everything about the Sith, their traditional values and honour. He refused to adopt their style, simply embracing the name for his friend's sake, and as recognition for his life long dedication to his training. Within a matter of days of he new title, he found himself in control of the entire Imperial Navy, after the tactical "removal" of their Emperor by his hands. Luke was never one for mindless slaughter, except the incident well over 10 years ago, and always believe in killing those you needed to. Feeling the ways of the Republic were old and outdated, he wanted the overthrow their control with his own style of government. However, to achieve this he's have to use the Republic system against itself, something that would take several years. The Imperial Fleet simply left, no word of their location since. In the three years since Luke took the Imperials away, he took an Apprentice for himself, Merissa Sunrider. Though very able in her abilities, Luke never really understood why he did it. There was much he could teach her, his skill still vastly superior to hers, but nothing he wanted to teach. Luke found his time was better spent on himself. though he had already mastered his saber, as well as the Force powers he thought he going to need, he never felt it was enough. He wanted his fighting ability to be a sixth sense. Eventually, he had achieved such greatness, fighting haunting his every dream, always in his mind. Even today, he still works on ways to improve himself, merely as a past-time, still knowing that it was not worth the risk to slack. He never wants to lose what he has, but does not want to give up until he has reached his goal. While executing his plans for war, his apprentice was lost to the galaxy in transit. Luke never really cared to find out what happened, as it was a waste of the few resources he had available. Moreover, it would not help his advance further. Luke was most famous for striking down the Jedi Grand Master in the centre of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant before escaping. Though condemned for a committing and evil act, it did reveal a major weakness in the Jedi Order. It also left the Jedi leaderless. Taking advantage of the mayhem, Luke was able to statically strike many Republic worlds, not to conquer, but to cause even more unrest and faithlessness in the Republic's defenses. However, during a tactical raid on Talus, Luke was ambushed by four Jedi Knights. A great battle ensued, but Luke's saber skills were more than enough to keep the Jedi at bay, but not to best them. Drawing on his training, he was preparing to launch a devastating 'Destruction Orb' attack on the Jedi. Unfortunately for Luke, he attention changed at the moment he fired. Instead of destroying the Jedi, Luke's whole left arm exploded, causing massive destruction on Talus. A crater is still left on the planet for the attack. Luke does not know what happened to him after that. He woke up almost a year later in the medical bay of an unknown ship. He was in possession of the Oronar faction, but still without a left arm. Agreeing to work for them and renouncing the title of Dark Lord, Luke was set on various task, mostly stealth and stealing. He spent his sparing time trying retrain himself. His skill had massively diminished, now not stronger than a Dark Jedi Knight. Due to his success, as well as his Jedi training, Luke rose up to the second in command, now only answerable to Onary. Luke does not believe in their cause, but their aim was the same as his. Personal Belongings: Violet short-lightsaber. Alignment: Oronar Occupation: Lieutenant to Onary (Second in Command) Skills: Excellent one-handed lightsaber duelist. Flaws: Missing an arm and limited use of Force powers. Roleplay Sample: Since the banishment of the Imperials, the citizens of the Republic seemed to rejoice over the peace in the Galaxy. Today was another annual celebration of this event. Though the festival did not start for some time yet, the people were already gathering at the steps of the Jedi Temple to for main event of this year's celebration. Luke pushed through the crowd, trying to get a view of the Jedi when they emerged from the Temple. Finding a spot in the center of the crowd, he overheard two people standing next to him, taking about the past few years. "I can't believe we have had three years without the Imperials! The peace has been great!"As the two continued to chatter on amongst themselves, Luke looked down to the floor, smirking and muttering something to himself. "Peace is a fragile thing...."As he looked up, he spotted a familiar face within the crowd. One of his elite troops, one of this most trusted followers. He pushed forward through the crowd until he was standing next to her. "I knew you wouldn't miss this..."I can so accept myself. Go me! ~Seffi
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 6:36 pm
Gaia Name: Razull Character Name: Sor Lan Gender: Male Age: 23 Race: Kel Dor Character Description: Sor in martial arts training. Sor stands at 6’2” and has rust colored skin, normally wearing a usual antitox facemask and goggles. Though when heading into combat Sor would wear a pale full face helm over the other gear that bears a strong resemblance to the mask of the Sith Lord in his holocron. From years of training his body has become lean and muscular but bears the scars of much disciplinary action from his cruel master. Relations: Baran Do Sage masters and fellow pupils. Most known family is deceased though he remains estranged to any surviving relatives. Character History: Born on his species home world of Dorin, Sor was born to the Lan clan, an extremely reclusive group who follow the Baran Do ways and resent the Jedi order for taking their young and training the children in their ways rather than being trained by the Sages. Sor’s family had given him to the Sages in hopes to have their son raised by them to become Sage himself, bringing the family respect in their clan. Raised in the Temple of his Clan’s Sages, Sor was trained in their traditional martial arts and in sensing all around him. The training had conditioned his body to highly acrobatic combat with blades and staffs, mainly in the highly technological urban centers that composed the Lan central city. At fifteen one particularly combative sage named Yur Suo had taken Sor as his personal apprentice, along with four other students, furthering his training in being a force sensitive. Yur was particularly known for his cruelty; even for a Kel Dor he was incredibly decisive in matters of discipline which normally ended with fresh welts and scars on his students’ arms and backs. The harsh treating molded the students into living weapons that served the will of Yur, who after time had revealed himself to be a follower of the Sith ways, giving each of his students a Sith Holocron for their own use. Sor’s Holocron had within it a black robed figure that wore a mask and spoke in an unknown language, if any at all, Sor had meditated with the Holocron set before him for approximately four years before receiving two visions. In the first he saw the death of his master, by his own hand, in the second he saw the Dxun moon where he would find further training in the dark side. Soon, Sor had come across his master continuing to ‘discipline’ one of the slower progressing students, and lashed out at him in a fit of pure rage. The fight had resolved swiftly with Sor breaking his master’s neck and stabbing him through the chest. Shortly thereafter, Sor had taken a ship and flew off to Dxun to find what he was searching for, finding the Academy where he would begin his training and life anew. Personal Belongings: Baran Do robes, Holocron of a Sith Lord unknown to him though believes it to be Darth Nihilis. Alignment: Sith Occupation: Apprentice Skills: Heightened reflexes and quick witted with a calm decisive attitude. Flaws: Unquestioningly follows the direction of those above him in rank to a fault, once decided on a course of action it’s hard to sway his choice. Unless ordered to, he will avoid contact with other pupils, believing strongly in the old Sith ways of natural selection amongst apprentices. Roleplay Sample:(Taken from a previous RP in a fantasy setting) The mighty creature's eyes gazed upon the intruder, "It's been a while since a human has come to my lands, what have you come here for?" The dragon paused for a moment, "No, you need not tell me, I know what it is that you seek." The monstrosity’s eyes narrowed in contempt, "You seek my armor, and you’ve come here to rob me of it to grant a 'wish' correct?" The great beast laughed heartily, "Don't tell me you believe in such rumors, do you?" The mysterious man kept his friendly demeanor, "I am but a mere traveler, oh mighty one, " he said slightly bowing his head, "This legend... what is it?" The dragon growled lowly, "Do not lie to me, worm!" The man laughed, "It is no lie,” the man sat back against his pack, “please, tells me of this so called legend." The beast lowered its hind legs and curled its body, lying on the ground before the human, "This... "Legend" was created by none other than foolish humans, If one were to gain my great armor, they say the one who holds it will have their greatest wishes granted. A great and terrible power." The man looked at the monster quizzically, "Humans?" he said, scanning the terrain, seeing nothing by ruins here and there, scattering the barren land. "They came in what would look like mountains. Boastful swordsman, ambitious soldiers, men and women alike... and some even requesting good will. None of them are left now for I devoured each and every one of them," it said raising one of its great clawed hands. "Their bodies, filled with their desires, I devoured one after the next as they swung their blades at me," it finished with a terrible fanged grin. The man sighed, "What an unsettling story." The beast opened its mighty jaws, "Go ahead, say it! I will grant your wish!" The man yet again laughed, "I have no wish," the monster lowered its head, "None you say!? The why do you hide that thick armor under your cloak! I can see it, you're obviously a warrior." The dragon paused for a minute while the man sat, leaning against his pack, smiling, "If you say you have no wishes, then why did you come into my land?" "The truth is that I heard there was a frightening man-eating beast here..." he said, "And you were asked to slay me?" The beast questioned. "No, that's a lie. In all honesty I was drawn to this land by a strange force. A world which you can't say is moving, but isnt dead either. But it is also a strange land that isn’t stopped either." The beast looked upon the man with a new respect, "How did you know of such things? You surely are a wise fellow." The stranger looked to the beast, "Allow me to finish, I heard that in this land there is a beast who claimed himself a man-eater. This made me wonder, ‘Just how long had he spent alone in this timeless land?' You cannot perish, but nor are you truly alive, how long has it been since the cosmos had left this place? Since the beginning of time? One-thousand years? Ten-thousand years?" The man looked to the creature with what appeared to be pity in his eyes, "How lonely this existence must be." Wonderful profile. Approved. -EK
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 6:23 pm
Gaia Name: SkuraiX
Character Name: Kin Garir
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Cathar
Character Description:
Height: 1.7 meters tall
Weight: 285 lbs all muscle
Eyes: Red
Fur color: Naturally it is golden brown, but he has died it jet black.
Hair: He has a semi-long mane that is braded in the front. (similar to Viking hair.)
Picture: (soon to come, in the process of drawing it.)
Relations: Family is deceased
Character History: Being of Carthan race Kin was genetically already violent, but being born under two Elite Carthan soldiers made him unnaturally violent for his race. His grandmother was one of the Elders in his clan’s village. To determine the clan’s future army leader, the Carthan boys at 16, would go through a ritual known as the “Blood Hunt” where they would hunt Kiltik. Who ever killed the most Kiltik by the end of the Ritual would be their army’s new leader. Kin and his cousin Arda were among the strongest boys in the clan. When the ritual be they flourished and did best among their peers killing the most Kiltik. Kin being stronger than his cousin naturally killed more. But his grandmother being cruel in nature favored his cousin among him. Before the ritual was over his grandmother sent many guards to obtain and imprison him. After he was imprisoned Arda was declared winner of the Blood Hunt and became future warrior leader. To cover up her tracks his grandmother had Kin and his family tried for treason and his family sentenced to death and was sentenced to life in prison. He was chained up in a deep dark prison underground for 6 years, forced to watch his cousin rain over his clan. When he turned 25 a guard slipped up and he was able to break out of prison. Furious with rage he overthrew and killed his grandmother and cousin. After this event, because of the stress, he developed an ailment: when he becomes overly enraged, he goes blind for a couple of minutes. Eventually the clan and village were destroyed in anarchy because he killed the rest of the Elders who governed it. Now Kin seeks the ways of the dark side.
Personal Belongings: The cloths he wears, a picture of his parents, and a rifle.
Alignment: Dark Jedi
Occupation: Apprentice
Skills: Very big hands, but Nimble and strong; this is good for hand to hand combat and sword skills. Also is very quick and light on his feet.
Flaws: He has a big temper and it gets in the way of things. He has anger problems and when over stressed and angry he becomes physically blind for a couple minuets.
Roleplay Sample: Kin arrives back on back his home planet wondering what has changed. It has been three years since the destruction of the village, and he wants to see the progress of the other clans. As he goes from village to village he sees that obviously nothings changed. Nothing ever does among these clans. As he wanders through a village an old Carthan stops him, and lightly grabs the fur on his arm. “I know your face” The old man sais to him. “Senile old man, let go of me.” Kin sais angrily. “No…I definitely know your face; your-” “Don’t say another word old man…” he interrupted “...it’ll be your last.” As Kin walks away the old Carthan yells to him, “You can’t run from your past forever young man!”
Accepted~ -EK
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ElladanKenet Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 9:28 am
Gaia Name: MOD Character Name: OOM-4 Gender: Male Programming Age: 3 months Race: OOM-series Battle Droid Character Description: OOM-4Relations: Other Droids in his army Character History: OOM-4 is the Commanding Officer of Norfair's personal fleet. He's programmed to be slightly more intelligent than even the most advanced OOM-series droid, and is efficient in everything he does. His sentiency is second only to TK-00 Personal Belongings: ARC-9965, Holoproj Comlink, Macrobinoculars Alignment: Sith Occupation: Droid Commander Skills: Tactical and Strategic Warfare, Efficiency Flaws: Weakness to EMPs Roleplay Sample:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gaia Name: MOD Character Name: Baron Wilty Gender: Male Age: 46 Race: Human Character Description: Tall, looking considerably older than he is. His hair is short and grey, and he wears a blue naval uniform, representative of his small, personal navy. Relations: None Character History: Baron Wilty is merely the latest in a line of private leaders over the Yaga Minor Shipyards. While competant, he is not bold. Like others in the Outer Rim, he chaffes at Oronar authority over shipping and commerce. Personal Belongings: ARC-9965 Blaster, Personal Security Clearance Alignment: Neutral Occupation: Commanding Office at Yaga Minor Skills: None, really Flaws: He's easily intimidated, even if the odds favor him. He'd much rather stay at home and mind his business, then fight a war. Roleplay Sample:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gaia Name: MOD Character Name: Mandalore the Zealous Gender: Male Age: 39 Race: Human; Mandalorian Character Description: MandaloreRelations: the Fett clan Character History: Mandalore the Zealous assumed the title about ten years ago, after inheriting it from his father, the last Mandalore. Every bit as strong as skilled as the warchiefs of old, he is not to be trifled with. Somewhere back in the gene pool, Mandalore must've somehow had a Force User as an ancestor, for he is without a doubt strong in the force. As with his culture, he tends to lean Dark Side, and most of his skills are either self taught, or tutored. His recent alliance with the Sith has caused him to renew his training in their ways, along with seeing a revitalization in the glory days of the Mandalorian Empire. He hopes to carve out his own swathe of the galaxy amidst the fighting. Personal Belongings: Lightdagger (Red Blade), ARC-9965 Blaster, DLT-15 Rifle Alignment: Mandalorians (Sith) Occupation: Mandalore; Dark Jedi Knight Skills: Tactical Combat of all kinds; Proficient at Form V Flaws: Arrogance, prone to anger quickly Roleplay Sample:
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 9:54 am
Gaia name: fenir shadow
Character name: Fenir Kenkuro
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: Human
Description: Fenir is 5,9 in hight tall with normal waight.
Brown short spikey hair, medium built.
Relations: Brother
Character history: Fenir is a calm and cool person but in battle he can be unstable and therefore, makes him a destructive with the force.
However he can be quite the trickster in battle.
Belongings: 2 red crystal lightsabers on his back, Ripped up training uniform.
Alignment: Sith
Occupation: Apprentice
Not approved. I've directed you many times to the announcement and meeting, of which you've ignored. I've also talked to you about your roleplaying ability, which hasn't seemed to change. Until you can prove you're ready, you may not roleplay. -EK
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