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Gaia Name: ChronosXIIITrain

Character Name: Dax

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Race: Human

Character Description: Dax stands at a normal 6'1". His hair color is raven black with a hint of white on some parts of his hair. His eye color varies as one eye is Red and one eye is blue due to genetic mutation of his mother and father. His normal attire is primarily comprised of armored boots going up to the knees. He wears a brown cloaking sort of like a Jedi Masters but it is different due to the lack of sleeves on one side and a long sleeve on the other which he uses to hide an extra Hush-98 comlink.

Relations: He had parents during his infant life but when the war came his Father and left to fight in the war and his mother eventually killed herself.

Character History:
As a boy he lived out most of his infant life with his parents on Kashyyyk. Both of his parents loved him very much and they taught him to stay strong during the darkest of times. Then when the war came his father left the farm life behind so as to go fight. A few years after he left he was reported dead during a battle on Dantooine. His cause of death was a Thermal Detonator to his left side crippling his left side and shortly after killing him. When his mother heard the news she didn't take it to well and committed suicide. When Dax mother died he was only 4 at the time and took him a long time to take get over it. As Dax traveled around Kashyyyk he was found by a Wookie Family near death. The Wookie Family took him in and raised him as one of their own. Eventually when he was old enough he left the planet keeping a DC-17m ICWS with the both of the standard attachments that he found in an old battle site during the Clone Wars. When Dax left he found a job of working in the capital city of Rwookrrorro. The job was an assistant for a merchant. After a year or two he had earned enough Credits to purchase a functional G9 Rigger Freighter. Now he is a bounty hunter hoping to be able to join the Rebel Alliance.

Personal Belongings:
An uncommon DC-17m Blaster Rifle with Sniper and Anti Armor attachment, One WESTAR-34, Comlink (Standard and Back up), A cache of Class A thermal Detonators, and a pair of Compact Macrobinoculars.

Alignment: None but wishes to join the Rebel Alliance.

Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Skills: Medical, Espionage, Piloting skills Planetary and in Space, and Sharpshooting

Flaws: He can sometimes get very distracted but this happens most of the time when he doesn't have anything to do.

Roleplay Sample:
As Dax awoke one from the crash he touched his head as he had a small but annoying migraine. When he removed his hand his palm had small stains of blood on it. He got up from the chair to see that the R4 unit was destroyed. "Great now I need a new ship and a new droid." Said Dax to himself. He got up from the chair and went over to a locker. He opened the locker and got his normal attire on. When Dax was clothed again he went over to a window and kicked it out causing the glass to break only. "Damn." Dax kicked it again causing the glass to finally fall apart. He jumped out holding his Rifle and pointing it around just in case any thing unfriendly came his way. He thaks off the Sniper attachment and places it on a hole which he had sewn himself so as to hold his attachments. He looked down to see that some of his ship was dug into the ground. He slid his way down and landed on the ground. Dax kicks the ship and looks in his pocket to find a full gad of Credit Sticks. He thought to himself This should get me a new ship and some supplies to come with it. He places it back in the pocket making sure to seal it so it would not spill. He puts his hood up and walked in an uncharted direction hoping he would find civilization.

Can't say there's much to complain about this profile. Accepted. -EK

Gaia Name: Prince Lucivar-Yaslana

Character Name: (Wookiee Name) Derrecc, (Mando Name) Des Auppo

Gender: Male

Age: 212

Race: Wookiee

Character Description: Black-haired wookiee about 7 1/2 feet tall. Has black eyes and a white patch around the mouth

http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/2248/mandowookiee.jpg

Relations: Exiled for over a century. Only remaining member of adopted clan on Mandalore.

Character History:
Was born and raised on Kashyyk. But before he could complete the coming-of-age ritual, he got in a fight and used his claws. This is a grave offense in Wookiee culture, and he was summarily exiled. He stole his way on to a freighter headed for Nar Shadda, where his strength and mechanical skills allowed him to survive, if barely. A passing human Mandalorian Mercenary was impressed and hired the young Wook on as a mechanic; eventually adopting him and training him in the ways of the Mandalorians. It was under his adopted father's tutelage that he became a skilled mercenary and was able to aquire his custom made weapons and armor, as well as purchase and modify his own personal ship. He was chasing down a bounty of his own when he learned of the Mandalorian uprising on Concord Dawn, but arrived too late to aid his clan. Now a loner, he travels the galaxy looking for work worthy of his unique combination of physical skills and training.

Personal Belongings:
Custom-made Mandalorian battle armor, crafted from low-grade beskar. Armor is blood-red with dark green highlights and includes: Helmet, Chest/back, gauntlets, utility belt and kama or belt-spat, thigh plates. Kama is black to match his fur. He carries one heavy rotary blaster and two beskars or Mandalorian sabres, custom made to fit his hands. Helmet has basic translation software for Shyriiwook to Mando'a, Basic, and Huttese. Personal ship a modified Nu-class attack shuttle with fore and rear turbo lasers, forward mounted torpedo tubes, enhances shielding, hyperdrive, containment cell, and upgraded security systems.

Alignment: None but himself

Occupation: Bounty Hunter/Mercenary

Skills: Hand-to-hand and Melee combat. Skilled mechanic.

Flaws: Weak with ranged weapons, hence the repeating blaster. Very quick temper and a tendancy to lose his head. Has no ability and no desire to inspire others.

Roleplay Sample:A small attack shuttle landed on the outskirts of the town. A hatch opened and out walked a tall Mandalorian with hairy hands and feet. Des activated the secure comm freq to his shuttle from within his helmet and growled a command. The hatch shut tight, and the state-of-the-art security systems came online. After taking one last look around the area, he slung his large rotary blaster around his back; his twin sabres already attached to his hips. He growled another command and his Helmet's HUD lit up with the coordinates of a small cantina in town. Hopefully his contact there would have some work for him. With the confidence held by the truly dangerous, he headed into town.
He found the small cantina in the back of a dark alley. As he stepped through the door, there was a brief lull in the conversation as deadly being of various shapes and sizes assessed his lethality before returning to business at hand. The Mercenary approached the bar. "One Corellian Whiskey" said a low robotic voice through the helmet's external speaker. He slapped a few creds on the bar and took his drink to a dark corner to wait on his contact.

Nice, a Wook. And a Mando to boot. Though I commend you for being very unique in your design, the roleplay sample is a bit lacking in size. -EK

fixed... I hope...also added link for a pic under "character description" to get a better idea of how the armor works for a Wook.

Approved -EK

((Mostly In Progress- Any comments/suggestions would be helpful though, I'm not sure this guy is 'legal' or not, I need suggestions on that now sweatdrop ))

Gaia Name: Jacob_the_cat
Character Name: Leir
Gender: Male
Age: ~32
Race: Human
Character Description:

Relations: None that he is aware of.
Character History: Had things been different, Emeris could have been one of the greatest masters of the dark side to ever live. Had he been born in another time when the Rule of Two was not in effect, the Sith would've given him a chance despite his moderate Force sensitivity.
However he was not.
He was born when and where he was, to a wealthy noble family in a backwater corner of the galaxy.
It was only three years before slavers hit his family's cruise liner, and while the luxury star-cruiser had not been completely taken, he had been one of those taken in the confusion.
Sold to a Hutt slave-holder, his talents quite possibly saved his life.
He had been put to helping the Hutt's mechanic, who's job was to rewire the transponder codes of stolen ships amongst other things.
Emeris, only five standard years old, quickly learned how to fix and manipulate all manners of machinery.
However, this would not have kept him alive for long in the slavery he was stuck in, doing work normally relagated to droids with almost no food, he would've died quickly, had a fortuetous mistake been done.
The mechanic he worked under almost got his Hutt master killed by a faulty modification. Brought before the Hutt, his slave assistant in tow, and was threatened with the very weapon he had faultily modified.
As the Hutt and his enterage taunted the mechanic, the faulty gun was tossed aside in favor of more conventional torture.
Jedi might say the Force guided Leir's hand as it picked up the gun and a hydrospanner.
All he knew was that something was wrong with it, and it needed fixing.
So when he, proud as could be in his dirty and ragged state, presented the now not only fully functional, but actually improved gun to the Hutt, Leir simultaneously sealed his fate and saved his own life.
After some tests to see if it was simply a fluke or not, the Hutt was quite pleased to find that his talent extended not only to guns, but all kinds of machinery in all areas.
It was such, that Leir found himself being worked almost to death under the Hutt, as a bird in a golden cage.
He spent almost six standard years working himself to the bone under the Hutt, whipped for disobedience, burned, laughed at, and hated. If ever his machinary failed, which it occasionally did, he was tortured in horrible ways. Once even spending an entire month in carbonite when one of the starships he modified failed catostrophically.
He only survived all of the torture because the Hutt considered his talents with machinary worth enough to keep around.
Unknown to both himself and the Hutt, Leir's talents with machinary and survival were a large part his mediocre force sensitivity manifesting itself. He felt the machines, felt the currents of energy going through them, and felt how they could be better, and when he finished a peice, he instinctively fused the peices together on a molecular level to greatly increase energy efficiency, his growing knowledge of the technology only enhanced his work.
His survival was based off the fact, that when he got angry during their torture, when his rage swelled up during his pain, he felt better. He hurt less, he didn't feel as weak. So, it was a simple decision for him to learn how to draw upon it, to encourage that anger whenever he felt weak. When they tortured him, he wanted them to hurt, he wanted them to feel his pain, he wanted to suck all that power, all that strength from them and take it for his own, to use it against them, and it made him feel better... though it did nothing to them.
He thought it was entirely psychological, just in his head... but it wasn't. It was the edges of the dark side, of force sensitivity.
But he did not fall to the dark side as many would, simply because he did not have the neccessary strength to exploit, there was nothing to become addicted to, just something to soothe his hurts and pains.
So when he could, he freely assisted others who were being exploited by the Hutt, including those who worked on medicine and starships amongst others. He would improve their equipment even more than the Hutt's, install hidden areas to hide their profits... for no cost to them, partially to hurt the Hutt, and partially just to help them.
This went on for a number of years, and Leir was almost eleven by the time he was given a chance to escape.
A Jedi Master and Padawan had come to deal with the Hutt, who had been smuggling weapons to both sides of an escalating conflict. He was quickly freed, but he had nowhere to go. He begged the Jedi to give him a chance at anything, anywhere he could go to make a living.
Noting his unusual force sensitivity, connecting rather to machines and the smaller aspects of life rather than the multi-cellular ones, the Master decided to give him a chance, taking him to Courascant to be judged by the Jedi Council.
While the darker aspects of his nature were hidden from the Master that discovered him, hidden simply because he was not consumed by the dark side and not angry or spiteful at the time, it was not hidden from the Jedi Council.
They noted, that despite his horribly weak immune system, he was not sick. Despite his sudden entrance into new biomes, not for a moment was he bothered by the new diseases, why? Because he was constantly feeding on the life energy of all things within a notable radius of himself. It was weak in the first place, and weaked further with distance, only able to kill microbes that were on his skin or inside of him... but it had become an unconcious and constant usage of the dark side, feeding off of everything within over fifteen meters of him. It was so slight, the power of the Jedi actually deflected it without effort, but the Council members could notice it when he was brought before them. He was not only too old, but he was already calling upon the dark side.
He was no 'Chosen One', he did not get an exemption. His anger flared for just a moment, he had lost the only chance he had at happiness, at least that was what he thought. But he stifled it, and requested to be returned to the back-water planet he had been taken from, knowing that he had friends there that he could help with his mechanical talents.
The Jedi Council gave him that much, sending him back with the Master that had found him. And he went back to one of the starship docks that he had helped before, thanking the Master for what she had tried to do, he joined the dock as a mechanic for the starships brought in, using his talents to their fullest.
His respite did not last.
The old allies of the Hutt had stayed around, and though they had no chance to get at the Jedi that had brought down their old master, they had a chance to get back at the ungrateful Leir for his small part in the Hutt's fall.
And they did. They waited until Leir was working on a starship that they had rigged, and then they triggered te massive cargo of explosives on the ship.
Leir barely survived using his rage and weakly draining all the life in quite a range of him, the latter of which he'd been practicing now that he knew it was real.
He was brought to the medical facilities that he had assisted before, and without hesitation they tried to save him, surprised that he was even alive when brought to him.
They worked, and worked, and worked. Barely able to keep him going despite all of their efforts. Eventually, they encased him in a full body suit, expiremental and only barely working, just to save his life.
Leir eventually woke to pain, excrutiating pain. His limbs were barely functioning, almost completely pulverized by the shockwave, his skin was covered in second and third degree burns, several of his internal organs had been punctured by shrapnel. The suit was horrible, uncomfortable, inefficient, and heavy. And it even required a fresh bacta canister every week to circulate through the system, though this would eventually limit his reliance on the suit.
Leir wouldn't be able to survive like this, he couldn't... wouldn't live like this.
So he didn't.
He redesigned the suit, taking it apart while it was still on him and reassembling it, using every bit of his knowledge, skill, and talents with technology to rework it into something worth his time. The costs were footed by all of those he had helped, in a way of repaying him for his work during the Hutt's time and his continued effort to repay them for their kindness.
So it was through this, by the time a standard year had passed, his armor was everything in his world.
Not only did it support his functions, but it protected him, a built in generator and a powerful shielding unit could, amongst a massive number of other modifications, protect the fragile human beneath them. And with specially designed purifiers, the armor could sustain him on a single canister of bacta for almost a standard month. And between the constant circulation of bacta across and through his body, combined with his progressively more refined rage and dark healing, he could actually remove his armor for periods only two standard years after his accident.
This was not to say that the time he spent was peaceful. Without any skill with weapons, he had to fend off a number of attempts on his life while protecting his precious, and often vulnerable, armor. The old allies of the Hutt came to focus on him as time went on, he was the only old 'enemy' of the Hutt that did not back down or die.
Without any weapons, he tried to use the dark side of the force to protect himself. His first attempt at using the drain as a weapon almost got him killed, he simply could not muster up the power to use it as a weapon, though he could intensify the field itself, causing others to tire more quickly and sustain himself. But in that same instance, he discovered, quite accidentally, that he could use the same techniques that he had seen the Jedi use.
He moved the air around him in a shockwave and created, as far as he knew, the exact same effect as the Force push that he had seen the Jedi do when taking down the Hutt.
Three standard years after his accident, he was still unable to survive long periods of time without his life-sustaining armor, though he had acclimated to the constant presence of its weight. He had further developed his talents with the force, discovering a weaker version of telekinesis, able to manipulate a number of small objects as he worked on them. But the only weapons he had in a fight, were his reasonably powerful thrust of air with the force, and a constant, indescriminate, and weak draining field that intensified with his anger.
But after those three standard years, he felt that he had brought enough pain upon those that had helped him, finally working up enough money to buy a small, hyperdrive capable fighter.
He remembered, vaguely, the Jedi Master mentioning something called the Sith. He needed something to do with his life, desperately wanting a purpose. So he set about finding out what he could about these... Sith. Heading out to the outer rim in the belief that anything he could learn would be there.
Leir spent much of the clone wars and a sizable portion of the time before the battle of Yavin in the outer rim, searching for any references he could find to the sith and what they knew.
He did not find much, a few tomes of sith alchemy which he was able to use on himself and his armor, further enhancing his power. Several references to old powers of the Sith, though few tellings on the actual implementation.
In the end, all his years of searching yielded little in the ways of the Sith, but they taught him much.
He learned how to hide from those who might find him as a force user, and he learned such almost out of the reach of the Emperor. He was able to learn how to generate a constant charge of energy instead of lightning, that while relatively useless in battle, was able to power his starship and his increasingly advanced armor and shielding. Through practice and neccessity, he continued to increase the power of his constant draining field and his force push.
By drawing upon his rage, he could create a blast of air capable of pushing a speeder off course, though he avoided doing that due to it making him flare up in the force.
Now he finds himself in a galaxy at war with itself, Empire against Rebellion, and he has no idea what to do about it.

Personal Belongings: A small hyperdrive-capable X-Wing coated with stealth materials and with a special system of sensors and transmitters that transmit the same signals that hit the ship, out the other side, making it essentially invisible to most forms of detection.
His only other major peice of equipment is his heavy life-support armor. It is heavily modified, not just technologically, but it has been imbuned with both 'sides' of the force and enhanced with several bits of Sith Alchemy. The most unique part of the armor's capabilities are probably it's shielding and bacta circulation systems.
By plugging a bacta canister into the system, it will circulate the bacta through the armor and along the wearer's skin, providing constant, slow healing to whomever wears the armor. It was the original purpose of the suit, and is now more refined, not only helping Leir survive, but gradually healing him. And through a combination of effecient systems, an enhanced internal generator, and specially placed shield generators, he is effectively as shielded as an X-Wing. Preventing the circulation of bacta from being interrupted easily.
The suit also has a number of other, lesser modifications. Technologically, it has a system that can filter oxygen out of water as well as special water jets built into certain parts of the armor. It has heat displacers that can make it far easier for him to suvive in hotter climates. The suit is coated in a special reflec skin shadow-weave, quite possibly the most expensive part of his armor, it makes him difficult to detect when his shielding is not engaged. It is sealed against a vacuum with almost twelve standard hours of breathable air. And all of it is linked up by the helmet's diagnostics systems and built-in comlink.
The Sith alchemy has done little, it has only made the suit more effecient in several ways and slightly lighter than it should be and given it a minor resistance to lightsabers due to an incomplete text.
The force imbuned into it reinforces the weaker points in the armor, keeping it together where unenhanced mechanics would simply work themselves apart.
All in all, the armor is now worth every credit of its 90,000 cred price tag.

Alignment: Himself (Honestly, neutral/dark jedi with leanings towards Empire)
Occupation: Surviving.
Skills: An absurd degree of talent with technology through a combination of actual talent and usage of the force to fuse his technology together on a molecular level, much like how Jedi and Sith would fuse together their lightsabers for energy effeciency. While he is not 'strong' in the force, and couldn't pass himself off as such in face of another force sensitive, he is quite talented with it. Innovation, self-confidence, a natural inclination to think things out, and a massive wellspring of inner rage all come together to make for a very skilled user of the force.
Flaws: Frail, sickly, his body only barely supports itself anymore. Even before the accident he wasn't very hardy, didn't get sick much, but he broke easy. His skin ripped and tore far easier than it should have, he couldn't run far, couldn't lift much, all of those horrible little problems. But even though his armor compensates for much of his frailty, it cannot protect his internal organs. Even now he can barely carry all of the wieght of his armor and what few supplies he carries. Once past his armor, he's still quite fragile, barely able to surive extreme temperatures and easily damaged.
Due to the weight of his armor, he can't run, only swagger at a brisk walk. And he is unable to maintain his walk for any great length of time, though the armor's ability to lock in place allows him to rest just by standing.
Aside from a certain degree of skill with blaster pistols and explosives, he has no ability nor knowledge on how to use a lightsaber, rifle, or any other major weapons.
Though his paranoia often comes in handy when he's trying to hide from other force users and the Imperial Inquisition, it does not come in handy when trying to make friends.

Roleplay Sample:

Gaia Name: Raven Blackstar
Character Name: Kayla Rainheart
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Race: Human
Character Description:
[x]
(Without lightsaber)

Kayla's small and slender build for her age. Curiousity, misschief and certain naivity can be seen in her brightblue eyes, and with unkempt and roughly cut lightbrown-reddish hair, she's often mistaken for a younger aged girl. For those who're just blind, even mistaken as a boy with her active attitude. She tends to stick to light and flexible clothing for easy movement, using her personal cape to cover her up or hide herself.

Relations: None as known.
Character History:
Kayla used to work as a lowly paid employee together with her mother in a bar. Since her mother was quite good in handling money, they succesfully were able to live under the very basics of luxuary without having to become slaves. However, in one of the raids on their hometown, the bar as well as many other buildings (and their owners) got destroyed. Her mother was one of those people.

At first, Kayla was deeply saddened. She didn't know who those men were that had raided their village, neither knew how to survive without her mother by her side. Gossips had it though, that the raiders were Rebels and that the Jedi didn't care about them enough to protect them from the raids. Those words were enough for Kayla to waken her curiousity. Crawling out of her sadness, she walked up to the stranger to ask for more information, but aside from a cackle and the words "You want revenge? Go find your own way. Perhaps you may catch the attention of the Sith Lords." he ignored the child. Naive and innocent as she was, the words were enough to give her hope in finding a way to seek revenge against the Rebels.

Ever then, Kayla has roamed around on her own. She left her hometown by being a stowaway on a ship, where she ended up in Nar Shadaa. She has been hanging around ever since, stealing a dagger, money and food to survive, with occasionally doing a small errant for smugglers or bountyhunters. With that money, she buys herself 'protection' when possible or simply gets herself a few clothing. Matter of ' being fair once a while'.

Personal Belongings:
A dusty old cloak, darkgrey of color that she has been carrying around to cover her. She also has a dagger she retrieved in one of her first theft-attempts.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. Favors Dark Jedi, and most people against the Rebels or Jedi.
Occupation: Rogue / Survivor. Wishing to become trained in the force to revenge her mother's death.
Skills:
Streetwise: She has an unexplainable way to get away or hide in Nar Shadaa.
Agile: She's fast due to her youth and small figure.
Flaws:
Blind devotion: Kayla remains loyal to whoever she claims loyalty too, rarely questioning his/her authority.
Impulsive: Thinking isn't her forte. She'll sooner simply accept whatever others say than thinking about the words. Same counts for her actions; do first, ask questions later.

Roleplay Sample:
Not on Star Wars matters, but here are a few random samples of my roleplaying in my own guild:
[1] [2] [3]

((I'm not good in all those planets, therefore I had no idea where I should place her hometown. Any suggestions?
Also... my character is aiming to become a Dark Jedi, starting from the very beginning training sessions and all that.))

>Profile declined, please read the first page. No Jedi characters are allowed, at all. -Ominous Bloodlust

-I'm letting this one in. She PMed me ahead of time, and we discussed it in private. Mod overwrite. -EK