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 Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 9:39 am
This forum is where your RP character's bio goes (as if the name didn't already tell you that). Format is as follows:
Name:
Age:
Race/Species:
Appearance: (pic or descriptions are both accepted)
History:
*Subject to Change
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 9:44 am
Name:Elyria Stone
Age:26
Race/Species:Human
Appearance: Copper Hair, Emerald eyes,5'4", slight,well-toned but curvacious build
History: A Dathomiri descended from lineage of Jedi Shae Koda and Tau or Xesh "The Force Hound"
Though she exhibited abilities in both Dark and Light Force powers at an early age, Elyria's childhood was normal, a child raised by loving parents on the bustling planet of Kalimahr in the Deep Core of the Tython System. Her world came crashing down at the age of nine when she witnessed the slaughter of her parents during an unexpected skirmish between Jed'aii and Sith in the small market place near her home.
Upon sensing the Force within her, the battle's surviving Jed'aii spirited her away to Tython where they began her training in the ways of the Force.
The humanity of her early years made it difficult for her to neutralize her emotions as Jedi trained from infancy were able. The events which changed her life instilled a passion with in her that sometimes even the Force could not tame.. .
***will update with time skip***
J-type skiff
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 1:37 pm
Name: Locolvictum Lockheart Age: 23 Standerd years Race/Species: Mandalorian Appearance: History: Born and raised for part of his life on the planet Mandalore. His mother was a part of the Tr'zch Clan; a clan that was known for there intelligence and for there maddness. His father on the other hand was a Jedi exciled who broke the Jedi Code before the Jedi fled there Temple. His mother and father lived together, something rare to find among the Mandalorians. Around Locolvic's 10 birthday, his mother's maddness started to consume her mind. In one of her fits of maddness Locolvic lost a eye and got a mancanical one as a replacement. Soon his father was forced to kill his wife in order to protect himself and Locolvic before the maddness completly consumed her. It was at that time then, that his father took him under his wing to teach him what he knew about the force. His training was quickly cut short for a year later the Empire came knocking at there door and killed his father and kidnapped Locolvic. Under the Empire's care, he finished his "basic training" under the Sith. Present Times: Locolvictum crawled his way up through the ranks of the Sith, fighting, killing, and plotting all the way up the rank of High Lord of Sith Alchemy. Such a task was easy, as he become a High Lord so quickly that not even the Jed'aii knew that he existed until he was already in there homes. But he did not strike at the Sith's eons old enemy, not immediately as he had different plans in mind. That wasn't until he met one such Jed'aii by the name of Elyria Stone, for whom he places all blame on for the death of this grandfather. For this sin that she has committed against him, he swore vengeance on the Jed'aii for there crimes, real or imagined. Soon his last and greatest plan will come to bear. And this time, there will be no one that can stop him.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 6:16 pm
Name: Wilca Age:20 Race/Species: Kiffar Style: AGGRESSIVE Alliance: Je'daii Rank:Master Appearance: Robotic left arm    clan face tattoo  Armor:  Weapons: Twin blue lightsabers. twin DX-13 blaster pistols,   Ship-YV-560 (Zorah)  Javic-  History; All Wilca knows about his life before he was taken to the Je'daii academy is that he was born on Kiffu, and is the last of his clan. Years have passed since Wilca left Tythos, and crashed on Hoth to discover an imperial laboratory and the horrid experiments that swelled within. Composite creatures with bionic enhancements, they tore tore everyone in the lab apart years before. Wilca was lucky to escape with only the loss of his left arm. After makinging it back to his ship he ordered his R8 Javic to signal for help and passed out. Sevarl weeks later he came to in the med bay of salvage ship with a robotic arm and a worried droid by his side. The salvager a Verpine named Saskila had also began repairs on his ship. Wilma had offered to work off any debt, but Saskila refused saying a Jedi once saved his life. Now with fall of the ja'deii Wilca is bounty hunting to make ends meat, and planet hopping searching for any remnants of his order.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2016 10:44 am
Kivi - Member of the Je'daii Council on Tython *** Guest poster when needed***
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 7:29 pm
Name: Chalras Nanos Age: 23 Race: Cathar Height: 6'5 Weight: 200 Appearance:   Alignment: Sith Rank: High Lord of The Peace Keeper Knights (The Legion of Imperial Knights) Fighting Style: Aggressive Weapon List: lightsaber pike  Ship biggrin readnaught-Class Assault Cruiser (The Sanguinem) given to him to preform his duties  Personal ship-Horizon class star yacht (Shattered Ember) modified with advanced weapons and targeting systmes  Bio: Chalras was born into a family of nomads, his earliest memories were of repaing salvaged droids, and planet hoping with his entire clan. As he got older his father taught him how to maintain the clan ship an dicreped CR70 corvette simply dubbed The Blue Lady. Before long Chalras spent most of his salvaging droids for sale, or running mantanice. The rest of his time was spent roaming whatever planet he happened to be on with his cousins. Most local shops would lock their doors, and close their stalls as the cubs passed in the streets making the clan out as no more than swindelers and theifs. Which was partly true the rudest vendors would usually open an empty shop the next day, The clan long gone before anyone could make sense of it. But, Chalras good life was cut short soon after his 9th year, the clan was attacked by a group of pirates while they savaged old imperial wreckage in the outer rim. They had The Blue Lady surrounded and bored as soon as they appeared, their was never even a chance for the clan to defend themselves. Chalras's parents were gunned down in front of him, along with most of the clan. The rest were taken prisoner The Blue Ladys cargo was taken, then the pirates destroyed her, the last bit of Chalras's life gone in an instant. An entire clan of 100 reduced to just 15 cubs, 15 shivering scared kids huttled together in a brig. Chalras was never sure how long they were held in that cell, but the true problems began when they landed. Dragged off the ship one by one into a shouting mass of more kinds of alien life than Chalras could identify, they were auctioned off one by one. A Yevetha bought him he was fitted with an explosive collar, and forced into a shipping container. The next time Chalras saw day light he was on N'Zoth being led into what looked like a prison. He was strpped of his clothes, and given rags then he was forced into cell. Confused, malnourished, and dehydrated Chalras passed out, only awakened guards dragging him out of his cell and throwing him and another boy about his age into a pit with two daggers. Chalras slowly picked himself up still disoriented. The other boy a young Cerean had no hesitation he dove for a dagger and charged straight at him, he tried to dodge the Cerean but got slashed right across the back. He understood then what all this was, what he had to do. He dove for the other dagger, but the Cerean grabbed him By the ankle and pulled him back, Chalras clawed at the ground with all his might trying to pull himself toward, but it was no you use. Everything that had happened to him in the Weeks? Months? He didn't even know rushed through his mind, and he felt something inside himself snap. With one last act of desperation Chalras reached out his hand and willed the dagger to come to him, and it did. The dagger hit his hand right as the Cerean was delivering a killing blow. Chalras flipped himself over and thrust his dagger up as his opponent thrust his dagger down on him. The Cereans dagger was buried hilt deep in his shoulder, but the Cerean had Chalras's dagger shoved deep into his lung. As the Cerean straddle Chalras staring down at the blade wide eyed gasping for breath, Chalras pulled it long ways through his chest. He had won, that night he got a trip to a bacta tank, and a hot meal. The next 10 years of Chalras's life were more of the same fight to the death for food. The weapons would change, the arenas would change, but the one constant was Chalras winning. Through these constant battles he had masters a few basic uses of the force. He was able to pour himself into his weapons strengthening them, lift objects,and control his pain. But, through all of this there was one thing he didn't want to admit to himself, the more he killed the more he liked it. As his skills grew so to did the number of his opponents, at the most he had taken on four armed opponents, and two akk dogs with only his claws. One night Chalras was awoken by a strange presence, through the darkness of his cell door he saw the silhouette of two guards dragging someone through the halls, but they regained consciousness, and using power he had never seen before killed the guards without even touching them. He watched wised eyed as the silhouette approached his cell it was a woman, and she inspected him curiously, then spoke. " I sense the force in you, if you wish to come with me I can help you unlock your true potential." Chalras sprang to his feet " I don't care what you do as long as you get me out of here." The woman waived her hand, and his cell doors slid open, and together they made their escape. Now years later Chalras finds himself running the trade routes for the emperor, keeping galaxy "clean" of pirates and slavers by destroying them or amassing there ships into his fleet.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 7:39 pm
Name:Lanth A'den Age: 40 but looks to be in his twenties Race/Species: Nagia/Morellian Hybrid Alliance- None Rank: Beginner Appearance: The only hints to Lanth's Nagai blood is in his pointed ears and the light gray hints in his completion   Ship-Wars Cry( XS stock light freighter )  Equipment- tehk'la blade A280 blaster rifle Two DE-10 blaster pistols worn on gun belt .48 caliber Morellian Enforcer pistol worn on shoulder holster Lightsaber resistant Sword carried on back   History: Lanth and his brother Ori, were born into violence. Their father, a respected Morellian Mandalorian, and their mother, a cunning Nagai smuggler. It was inevitable their sons would reveal to be natural advocates of chaos. When they were young, they lived with their mother, and since their father was a traveling mercenary, the sight of him was, of course, rare. But even though his visits were few and far between, he never abandoned his family. When they were very young, their mother could sense that her children were blessed with a great power. And though she herself could not train them, she always encouraged them to embrace their abilities, and attempt to hone them however they could. Ori and Lanth would Stowe away on their fathers ship as often as they could. Surprising their father with support and backup on various missions. This became routine, and eventually, their father would invite them to join him on short missions, where he would introduce them to his partners, colleagues, and friends (fellow Mandalorian brothers). After their mother passed, Jet'o, a friend of their father's, informed the brothers that their father had gone missing, and asked for their help in finding him. The two agreed, and together with the help of Jet'o and his team of mercenaries they searched the galaxy for years tracking down every lead they could find. After many years of searching Jet'o reluctantly presumed his friend to be dead. Killed in action. A fate terribly common among their people. Ori and Lanth, however, never ceased to believe their father is still out there, somewhere in the galaxy. The two hold hope they will see him again someday. Recognizing him in a crowded cantina, or running into each other while chasing down the same bounty. Sensing the boys lacked a home, or any kind of purpose, Jet'o offered Ori and Lanth a spot on his team. A chance to be brothers in arms with fearless Mandalorian mercenaries. They eagerly agreed. For just about a decade the two traversed the galaxy as guns for hire, learning more about their Mandalorian culture along the way, and even though they never lived with a true clan, or went through the proper induction rituals and rites of passage, Ori, Lanth, Jet'o and the many other Mandalorians they've met in their years, came to call them vod. Recently, Ori felt the need to branch out from the team. To go on a pilgrimage of independence. Lanth thought this was a great idea and convinced him to make it a reality. Grateful for his support, Ori asked Lanth to join him on his pilgrimage, and Lanth happily agreed. To show his blessing, Jet'o offered to sell them an old ship of his and pointed them in the direction of a possible job. Some time later, Ori and Lanth work as bounty hunters. Taking every job they can find and searching for their father in between missions, while they try to harness, master, and unlock the secrets of their abilities Now Lanth is alone, Ori disappeared after there last job together on Nar Shaddaa. Everything went to hell for Lanth after that His bounty was killed by rival hunters, and he barely managed to escape with his life. He lost communications with his brother and was forced to leave Nar Shaddaa alone. Lanth returned to his home on Mandalore living in his XS stock light freighter, the ship he and his brother us to pilot together. After a few months his old friend Jet'O tracked him down and brought him something his father had left for him, and his brother two "Jedi swords" as Jet'O called them. What ever they were and who ever they formerly belonged to they were made of light saber resistant material which was a good enough reason for Lanth to carry the biggest of the two on his back leaving the other for his brother. Years have passed since Lanth last saw his brother, but he still expected him to be in the pilots seat every time he entered the cockpit. He even kept the Wars Cry running just incase Ori ever returned, the maintenance helped take his mind off how empty the old ship felt on long journeys. Lanth had tavled the galaxy twice over in his search for Ori, but no leads ever turned up and after a while he gave up hope and threw himself into jobs and drugs. Lanth had lost himself in a galaxy changing fast, taking any job he could get to keep his ship running and his habits in check leaving a trail of bodies behind him so long that some would pay him just to leave there world.
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2016 12:59 am
Name: Kad Jusik
Race: Human Male
Age: 21
Appearance: about 5'10" in height, lean muscular build, once had beskar bracers now has a set of Crushgaunts, duel-wields silver bladed lightsabers that can also combine into a double saber, green eyes, brown hair, black tattoos trace down both arms often times in lesiure and in training he wares a sleeveless tunic and non-restrictive pants.
History: Born and rasied on Mandalore, he was the son of a mando whose ancestor was a jedi who joined the mandalorians and passed down basic knowledge and some saber combat to their children, upon having a force vison he confers with his grandfather and the Mandalore about it and he then leaves to travel to tython to join the Je'daii. he aspires to become a Je'daii battlemaster since he finds peace and balance in the flow of combat.
Kad is also now in possession of an old native model Bes'uliik fighter
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 3:17 pm
Name: A'kire Willow
Age: 35
Sex: Female
Race: Twi'lek
Alliance: Sith
Appearence: A'kire stands at around 5'6", and weighs around 160lbs. She is usually adorned in a black outfit which has been fitted with slight armor to use during combat and training. One of her lekku has been replaced by a cybernetic one. In lieu of a smile, an arrogant smirk is usually plastered on her face.
Bio: If you were to ask about A'kire's early life, she would probably force choke you without even giving you a 'no'. The twi'lek sith has lived a very hectic life, and the descent into madness was not a pretty one. She had once had a master decades ago, a sort of father figure who trained her in the ways of the sith. Her training was extensive and his punishments for mistakes were brutal. The cybernetic lekku is proof of that. A mission gone awry due to unforeseen circumstances was to be her undoing. Had she returned with the holorcron she was sent to get, he would have given her praise, but because of her failure, she had to be punished. Her right lekku was cut off and she was abandoned, left to die alone on her ship. Luckily the medical droid she had purchased came to her rescue, patching her up, but too late to stop the trauma from causing her to go mad.
With no real place to go to nor any master to train under, A'kire has taken to furthering her training on her own. She strives to become more powerful in the force every day, and her own expectations seem impossible to live up to. When she isn't training she's battling the ghosts of her pasts, memories of those who caused her to fail ever taunting her, keeping her awake for another night. She has her moments of clarity, but they are short lived. She often has violent outbursts, and suffers from immense paranoia and delusions.
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2016 7:24 pm
Omega 1Name: Classified Callsign: Omega 1 Age: Classified Sex: Male Race: Mandalorian Weight: 260 lbs Height: 6 ft 2 Inches Faction: Sith Weapons: Two wrist mounted lightsabers, DC-17 interchangeable weapon system, DC-15 Sidearm (x2)Appearance:Story: Chancellor Palpatine, before being rushed into giving order 66, was having doubts about the clone army and it's ability to serve it's true purpose...the eradication of the Jedi order. This is due to numerous loose ends popping up, the discovery of Sifo Dyas, "Fives" discovery of the order 66 command chips for example. These events eventually led to his doubts about the success of order 66. To ensure that this would be done he began funding the research program which would create a killing machine far greater and far more potent than general grievous. This program was known as "Project M". M is a letter used to reference the Mandalorian wars, the race who had given the Jedi one of the biggest challenges in war. Th objective was to create a new clone army, one of highly skilled warriors that would make the highly disciplined clone commandos look like complete weaklings. The deployment of such an army would be referenced as order 67, and would've have been given if order 66 failed. But such a project would take time, longer than it would to produce the legions of clone troopers. Due to the unexpected success of order 66, the idea of order 67 had been thrown out the window. The chancellor had cut off the funding to the Kamino facilities. But by then, one super soldier had successfully been created and completed his excruciating military exercises. He would be, the first and only republic super soldier to be created. Project M was unknowingly a complete success. It was a bigger success than expected which led biologists to wonder if this male could possibly be force sensitive, but such speculation is yet to be confirmed. The data regarding this ultimate creation had been wiped from the data banks, and this soldier had been placed in cryo containment waiting to be deployed. The various training programs this individual had completed with all high marks, has brought forth the physical potential which was not achieved by any other soldier. As a result he is capable of wielding most ranged weapons as if he owns them. He has also received training in various martial arts, hacking terminals, using explosives, and piloting stolen vehicles and spacecraft. This single soldier is highly regarded by Kaminoan workers and military training directors as the pinnacle of the cloning program. Spacecraft:
An intensely modified K wing from the second galactic civil war. The initial design was created by Koensayr Manufacturing, the company responsible for the well known Y wing. After the galactic civil war, drafts were submitted to Kamino specifically to create a craft for their super soldier. The new design which was created in a classified research facility, differs greatly in appearance, armament capabilities, and speed compared to it's predecessors. After 3 years of constant testing and refinement it was named the K wing MK-II. Unlike the first K wing, this new model does not have a turret attached to the front cockpit in order to increase it's speed. To increase travel capability, a hyper drive system was installed. The second turret located behind the cockpit still remains when absolute self defense is required. An autopiloting system was also installed so that's owner can send commands from his wrist pad while on the ground. There is a flaw to this design which kamino engineers just couldn't solve. This fighter cannot use its stealth system whenever it is using it's enormous payload in battle. Once the stealth system is deactivated, it must take at least 5 minutes to recharge before being used again. This flying juggernaut is highly capable of taking on capital ships.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2016 10:23 pm
Name: Davth Terva Age: 28 Race/Species: Togruta Appearance: His skin is a rusty red coloration, with pitch black eyes. He stand at 6' 3" with his montral extending another five inches.    History: Born on Shili he lead a rather normal life with his clan, well as normal as the chieftains son could live. One day a member of the order had made it to the small village and immediately noticed the young boy. After a rather heated debate with his father the Jedi had managed to convince the chief that his son was a force user and that if he did not take him for training the Sith would come by force and take the child. Some would say his ties to his family make it difficult to progress in his training, but he uses it as a constant reminder of why he must train harder and help bring balance to the force. His promotion to Temple Master was meet with some scrutiny, his age and lack of "professional demeanor" but his connection to the force was powerful and he rose to the rank with less than the occasional raised brow. The war squashed any doubts of his abilities, but it came at a heavy cost. Possessed by an ancient Sith pureblood his body was used to preform terribly dark acts that left his connection to the force damaged, some believed it would be permanently severed. After a brief leave and constant meditation with one of his former students his connection returned. However when in combat the potency only comes in waves, more often that not he is left with only his light saber to defend himself.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2016 1:33 am
Name: Dawson, Captain if you would be so kind. Age: 37 Race/Species: Zeltron Appearance: Dawson When he is running his club he is often dressed in a brightly colored, if not over sized coat over skin tight brightly colored sheer fabrics. He conceals a pair of blasters in the coat and a heavily modified shield generator on his belt. Outside of his club he dresses in simple brown and black clothing, you would never even bother to take a second look at him. Delirum of Dreams Enigma of EuphoriaHistory: Dawson was born on Zeltros, and embraced the hedonistic lifestyle many of his people lead. He started working on a "pleasure" cruise liner traveling from planet to planet, giving the passengers an experience they would never forget. After six years he was satisfied with the number of companions he had spent his time with and simply left the ship joining a former client as her consort. They spent four years attacking various non imperial vessels and made quite a living, however the fun had to end. Standard procedure, they disabled the ships engines, fired several barrages to tear down the shield, send in slicer droids to disable life support or on the rare occasion pump elixir of infatuation, take hostages, loot, and place a beacon for the ship to be scrapped and fence the loot. Their last target however was paranoid, convinced that he would be attacked, and rigged several charges to detonate the second someone entered the airlock, his partner went first and activated the charges. She didn't survive, Dawson took what valuables he could from the ship and rigged the navi computer to fly into a nearby star. Dawson retired a very rich man, but he grew bored with his ever amassing fortune gaining interest in several galactic banks. He already had a heavily modified ship, the knowledge of every major security network, and a long list of planets that would pay handsomely for illegal goods. This added even more interesting people into his life, often teaming up with the random crew of mercenaries. Another five years of smuggling, he felt the oh so alluring call of starting his own nightclub on the galactic capitol of coruscant. A few bribes here, a little murder there and Dance with your Devils became the place to party on the planet. Life became infinitely more interesting after he left his club and ventured back into wild space. He has fought hutt's, je'daii, sith, briefly lead an army, and even escaped the clutches of the new Jedi grand master. Some say that the pirate has found a higher calling, those that know him say he just missed all the fun.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2016 11:31 pm
Name: Saryn Atrure / Darth Esuritio Age: 41 Standard years Race/Species: Human/Miralukan hybrid Appearance: 6'6", athletic build, silver hair, crimson eyes.  History: To be updated, well, at least the bio exists now, albeit basic until I've finished writing the history. Weapons: Crimson bladed lightsaber. Amethyst Bladed Longsaber. Crimson Bladed Saber Pike.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2016 10:14 am
Name: Zenkaran Age: 48 Standard Years Species: Togruta Appearance: Standing 5'10"  History: Zenkaran had always been strong with the force, not having full control over the abilities of foresight and strong affinity for sensing those around him with the force inside no matter how little the connection. Having felt a pull to both the Dark and the Light sides of the force, he left his home on Coruscant to seek answers....To Zenkaran he had left 10 years ago to seek knowledge and power Mastering the Force....Thousands of years have past however and he has no knowledge of how he is alive nor how his memory is affected, only that he wakes in what appears to be sleeping quarters on a ship. Many questions are now raised and Zenkaran is stuck on a ship somewhere in space without access to any of the controls in his quarters...
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