Welcome to Gaia! ::

As suggested by the title, this thread contains the application form, as well as rules for the current roleplay. It is strongly suggested that you read it all, even if you're an old member as some aspects have changed. If anything is unclear, then feel free to sent a Private Message to any of the Crew and they will be more than happy to clarify it.


1. The Plot
2. Application Rules and FAQs
3. The Application Form and Explanation

Application Rules/FAQs

Application Rules

01. The Application Form, found in the following post, must be filled out completely.
02. You may not post in designated RP threads until your application has been approved by a Crew member.
03. Crew members reserve the right to reject any application for any reason.
04. Do not PM Crew members asking for their attention regarding your application.
05. You may not have more than one character in the role play (This applies to the Crew too), to reduce the risk of plot monopolisation. There will also be no Crew-only characters. Everyone only gets one character. Period. Anyone discovered to have more will be banned without a second thought.
06. Your character can be aligned with any major faction.
07. Jedi relatives are allowed, but strongly discouraged. It's been quite some time since Jedi were present in the Galaxy,
08. All role-play applications must be written in third-person omnipotent.
09. If you posted your app but are not finished put "UNDER CONSTRUCTION" at the top, if you do not the application will be graded as is.
10. No non-canon material allowed. All races, planets, technology etc. must be pre-approved by a mod, who have all authority to allow or disallow.
11. Due to the Ranking system no one may make their character of a high rank, as everyone starts at the bottom and works up.

Application FAQs

01.
Q: How do I know if a mod has OK'd my application?
A: The Crew member will edit a message at the bottom of your application. It is not their responsibility to notify you when they've accepted or rejected your application, so check it from time to time.

02.
Q: What if my Application is not accepted?
A: If your application is turned down the mod that left the message will tell you why you failed and what you need to do to pass. Once you have corrected it put a note below the Crew member's first note and the same mod will look over it again.


03.
Q: i want 2b a mandalorianz!!
A: The reason we don't like Mandalorian characters is simply because the race itself was wiped out. In the Old Republic, some warriors followed the Mandalorian way, but were not flesh-and-blood Mandalorians. In the same way no character is allowed to be a Sith, no character is allowed to be a Mandalorian.

04.
Q: Why can't I have an ARC-170?
A: You can, but it would be horrifically out of date. One's character could mod it out, I suppose. Imagination is the best guide.

05.
Q: Everyone wants to be a Jedi! Won't their numbers alone be enough to end your plotline?
A: Trust me when I say no. Jedi are almost entirely extinct (kinda).

06.
Q: Can I use my old RP character?
A: No. That character is too well-developed for the new system.

07.
Q: Can my character be a Jedi Master?
A: No. Due to the story, Luke Skywalker is the only fully trained Jedi. Perhaps, as the story grows and membership increases, higher ranks will be added (such as Jedi Master).

08.
Q: Can I start with a lightsaber?
A: No. A lightsaber can only be gained during your training as a Jedi or Dark Jedi.

09.
Q: Can my characters relatives be used in the roleplay?
A: Yes.

10.
Q: When does the roleplay take place?
A: This roleplay takes place approximately five years after the movies, 10ABY - 11ABY

11.
Q: What are the factions in the roleplay that I can roleplay as?
A: Strictly, there are only three available factions within this roleplay. The Imperials, the New Republic and the Neutral/Freelancers

The Imperials consist of Stormtroopers, Stardestroyers etc. However, they also include the Dark Jedi, formerly under the control of the late Emperor Palpatine, as their spies.

The New Republic is made up of planets formerly in the Rebel Alliance, as well as those liberated after the Battle of Endor. Under guidance from Luke Skywalker, the Jedi are growing in number in this faction, though many are still inexperienced.

Finally, those who are not aligned, or Neutral, are made up of Bounty Hunters, mercenaries, and pretty much any character that does not wish to be in either of the two main factions. Though it is encourage that they participate in some of the tension between the Imperials and the New Republic, is it not mandatory.

12.
Q: Who will control factional NPC troops and artillery?
A: Typically, the highest ranking member of a faction controls all it's NPCs actions. This time, however, we're trying a new system. Anyone can determine the actions of minor NPCs, regardless of faction, unless they are accompanied by another player from the opposing faction. This should make roleplaying much smoother. Of course, these actions have to be done within reason. You cannot storm an entire base by yourself and expect people to accept your character survived. The amount of troops you have control over should be no more than four or five, you're not fighting a whole battle by yourself. Also, no matter how good your character is, you will not hit every shot fired. Disputes are entirely down to Crew digression. Artillery and air strikes will be part of the Ranking System. If this system does not work, it will be changed.

Gaia Name: Sidal
Character Name: Omikias
Gender: Male (HRD Designation)
Age: 472 Galactic Standard Years conscious.
Race: Shard, operating an Human Replica Droid
Character Description: Omikias is an entity with two faces; one that is publicly known, and one that is hidden behind layers of droid and synthflesh. The hidden face, the true face, of Omikias is a crystalline body. As a Shard, he is indeed a crystal with sentient thought. His physical presence is 0.1 meters diameter, no larger than a remote droid, and consists of glowing dark emerald crystal, pulsating with life from beyond. This true face of Omikias resides just under where the "heart" organ of a Human would reside anatomically within his public faces shell.

The public face, the artificial face, of Omikias is possessed by his HRD, or Human-Replica Droid. The HRD is a Human male, standing approximately 1.85 meters tall. A well groomed, handsome bearded gentleman with a muscular build and physique was the original model's design. He can almost always be found wearing a simple tunic shirt with short to no sleeves and loose, flowing trousers with no shoes. He his dressed in this manner with a reason; over years and philosophical musing, the droid (by all intents purposes) was modified with cybernetics and other various droid parts to create a "greater being."

His arms were replaced with full-mechanical augmentations with several features not included with the "stock" model. The new arms included a full array of weapons hidden under the Mandalorian Iron shell. Their obsidian sheen and contrast to his tan synthflesh skin made their appearance obviously artificial. The grafting point between skin and Iron is obvious, with the ribbed duraplast giving itself away under the skin for the 3 cm it can at the shoulder of each arm. The fingers extend outward and feel like the bones of the dead to those willing to shake his hand. They also had the uncanny ability to extend outward, along with the rest of the hand, on a 50 meter cable to perform "ranged delicate work" based on touch-only. They could also be used to reach the top shelf, among other things. The only way for the "launched hand" to make a corner was to crawl on all 5 digits around.

Unlike his arms, his legs are not only a polished durasteel in color, but aspects of the artificial limb pulsed with a blue, glowing energy around where large "muscle" clusters would be. His feet weren't left alone either; 4 "fingers" were installed into the sole, allowing him to grapple (to a degree) small objects or correct his balance. They can also grab onto ledges and poles, but lack thumbs for finite work. Another interesting modification was directly to his eyes, opting their full replacement with fully digital optical implants, giving his eyes an eerie pale blue appearance while also, to the untrained, make him appear as a blind man with no retina or cornea. They contain several useful abilities, including optical zoom, a IR-flash nightvision mode, and his internal "HUD" system for communications.

His spine has also been heavily modified, containing not only advanced electrical connections and processors, but a fiberweave Vibrosword sheathed along the heavily modified vertebra. The spine is bolted to his synthflesh outer-body and molds perfectly with the endoskeletal structure. The Vibrosword implant not only acts as an offensive weapon, but doubles as a spinal "back-up muscle," to assist in lifting things.

Relations: Rylos - fellow "Unearthed," Stonewalker - fellow "Unearthed,"
Character History:Omikias may be older than most of the sentient races he encounters, but that does not mean his history in the galaxy is long. Omikias began is life "born" on Orax as another spawn of the Collective, to live out his mineral life as another voice in an endless sea of voices. Centuries of feeling the same warmth of the hotsprings mixed with the cold rains were all he knew most of his existence. When the Humans first came and asked of their world, few of his kind could answer; none had ever, or were ever able to, venture forth away from the hotsprings and explore the world. Trade soon began and the exchange of mineral rights for technology slowly took many of the Collectives. This lead to the group descision to disconnect several members from the group to bring word of the Universe home. Among those who chose to leave, the one whom named himself Omikias was chosen.

The name Omikias was a phonetic choice; to him, it had an sense of strength to it. As years went by, many of the Shard whom left their homeworld returned, spreading word of electromagnetic paradises, new technological wonderlands for their minds to explore, and how the world has changed in the eons since their last contact with another species. But not all returned... Omikias and several others, including his 'friends' Ilum and Rylos, chose to rebel against the Collective and not return. Happy with their insatiable curiosity of exploring the galaxy, they spread outward in their droid bodies, finding niches to fill and work to be done to feed their addictions to knowledge. Unlike his brothers, Omikias found his niche in an unusual market, even for a droid: Mercenary.

The incredible processing power of the Shard mind to conduct contract negotiation, compound with the reflexes of droid body, made him a perfect choice for both open warfare, especially for those who couldn't afford the likes of Boba Fett, Bossk, and other Legendary mercenaries and bounty hunters. Criminal syndicates and legitimate corporations would hire him out as a soldier of fortune, using his ship to transport High Value Targets, while others hired him for his unshaken resolve to carry out an Wirt of Execution. Over the years, saving every credit made except those used for 'required donations to the working organic,' he built enough funds to 'upgrade' out of the old FLTCH series droid and into a more 'adaptable' body. He required a body that could be used to infiltrate the organic society, while also giving him the full broad abilities he enjoyed as a machine. That body was a Human Replica Droid.

Through several contacts and a heavy amount of credits, Omikias found himself in the Minos Cluster, within the workshop of Simonelle. On display in his workshop walked and operated several of the "good Doctors" own HRDs, showcasing themselves while also keeping his home neat. A "stock model" was not what Omikias wanted; a symbiosis of sentience and mechanics was his want. With the assistance of Simonelle, his assistants, and a number of custom-designed parts collected over his career, the body Omikias wanted was finished: The "Custom Human Cybernetic Replicant Droid (CHCRD) No. 4" was created. Though containing several illegal droid modifications, with clever registrations under the Sentient In-organics Bylaws and some interesting hidden panels, he works for any side, selling arms and skill to any whom can afford his price.

"It's amazing how organic life has a need to kill one another for superiority; in the Collective, when one eroded away, all mourned. On worlds like Nar Shadda, death was as commonplace as breathing is for this collective of lifeforms. I cannot understand why the need to destroy is so readily known in organics... But then again, they are all alone; scared even. The Collective gave me comfort. Now, my gun gives comfort to others."
~ Omikias, upon the Mining Outpost 72 Massacre

Personal Belongings:
"The Mechanical Scar," a YU-410 freighter customized to his specifications, including upgraded turrets, several power modifications, and a scomp-navigation interface for his cyberwear.
A V-35 Courier, customized for speed and offensive capability.
Two registered .48-calibur Enforcer pistols, customized in small, but legal fashion. Both are normally equipped with a 5" barrel with muzzle break; however, he carries a field-kit to "upgrade" one of the weapons with an 18" barrel, foregrip, and holo-scope for long-range engagement. The upgrade or downgrade takes roughly a minute to complete.
"The Relentless," a heavily modified and highly illegal IR-5 "Intimidator" blaster pistol.
A remote droid named VS-K0, or "Visko". Visko carries a holocam, laser-microphone, a hold-out blaster pistol, and a miniature flamethrower.
Omikias also has a number of weapons built into his body, but due to a "holster program" installed within the droid, he cannot use them until it is removed. Those weapons include twin Maser cannons in the forearms, four micromissiles, the "Electrified Grip," and the Cyberwear Vibrosword in his spine.

Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Mercenary/Smuggler
Skills: Combat Pilot, Soldier Trained, Tae-Jitsu Martial Artist, Kin-Jitsu Swordsman, Experienced Negotiator, Photographic Memory, Incredible Mental Capacity
Flaws: Arrogant at times over his "superiority in design over organic life," he also allows himself at times to be enthralled in combat, finding it more of a challenge than any mental puzzle. He also is a hard man to negotiate with, always willing to "renegotiate" at gunpoint. He also has a personal problem with those who insult the dead, taking it personally from his heritage.

Roleplay Sample:

"Four-hundred."
The Bith official said, sitting at the opposite end of the table from Omikias, smoking a pipe. The cyborg sat, hands flat on the table over a datapad as he stared down at the alien. "My requirement is five-hundred. I will not take anything less." He stood, snapping the datapads screen into the table as he put all his heavy weight against it. "You'll pay my five-hundred or we have a problem." The Bith snorted, coughed a puff of blue smoke from his pipe, and motioned for the two Human guards at the door. "I think we have nothing else to discuss, mercenary. I'll have my men see you back to your ship." The Bith turned his back away from his client, puffing more as he looked out the view to the metropolis of Courscant.
One of the guards put a hand on Omikias, wrapping his fingers into the Mandalorian Iron armor, and said, "Time to go. Illoros wants nothing to do with you." This proved a mistake on the guards part. The guards escorted him out of the conference room and out into the hall. Before they got too far, Omikias lashed out; he turned and grabbed one of the guards and activated the electric grip in his hands, shocking and stunning the guard. The other, quicker than his partner, drew his blaster and fired two shots.
The bolts struck, burning a pair of large holes in the synthflesh of the cyborg. "Bad choice," he said, launching his hand outward with the cable-launcher and clasped the guards throat.
More guards were coming, with their synchronous marching giving an echo down the hall. Not wasting time, he disabled the guard with a quick shock and began running back to the conference room. "There!" another guard yelled and opened fire. Bolts of energy flew through the hall with Omikias narrowly running past them. "He's heading to the conference room! Get the boss out of here!" Within, Illoros dropped his pipe as a cold sense of dread washed over him.
BANG..!
BANG..!
The ornate, wood-covered door was being bashed in. "He won't make it in; that's an inch of durasteel under the wood," a guard informed him, shouldering his blaster rifle. Illoros, still un-confident as the bashing continued, drew a holdout blaster from his coat and checked the battery.
CRACK! The wood began to splinter under the traumatic force, with the durasteel bending under duress. "There! Blast him!" was heard, muffled behind the door, as blaster shots were heard in quick succession like a firing squad. Then... Silence...

Exemplary profile. About as perfect as it gets, except it's almost a tad complicated. Some simplification would be nice for other members, but otherwise a wonderful profile. -EK

Gaia Name: Razull
Character Name: Kael Cien
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Race: Miraluka
Character Description: Kael stands a little above average height at 1.87 meters and has a lean, slightly lanky build. Wrapping the upper portion of his head with cloth bandages held by pin with a small jewel stud, he has short black hair aside from two longer locks that come out of the front, one being tied at the end. Unlike most of his race, he draws attention to his eyeless face with a series of tattoos that give a red outline where eyes would be with three lines coming down on the outer edges as well as line the bridge of his nose and pale blue on the upper lip that looks like short protruding fags.

Consistent with the tattoos on his face, his hands and forearms feature designs in similar colors that create a flowing design of reds and blues that begin on a banded section on the forearm and meet with 'rings' on each of his fingers. The banded sections are all red with aurebesh written in blue and yellow. Supposedly these symbolize him channeling the force through his body, the rings remaining blank until he has them filled in with a phrase to represent different teachings in the force. Thus far the phrases 'be at peace' and 'compassion' have been written to signify his time with the order.

Inquisitive and passive, or just lazy, he often questions people on their ideas and beliefs in order to gain a greater understanding of them but a lack of social graces makes this come across as childish questioning rather than scholarly pursuit. Following a mix of beliefs of Potentium and the Living Force, he’s a bit of a rarity in terms of ideals amongst Jedi. Thinking no action is done without good intentions, he attempts to befriend anyone he finds interesting, regardless of their profession or affiliation thinking that there is no evil to come of it. Following those ideals, he felt that remaining on his own would be better than joining any organization.


Relations: Brother - Rhen: New Republic soldier whereabouts unknown, Parents - Aurnion and Lori, Friends - Quinn and Karol: Artisan and his daughter, acquaintances around the settlement.
Character History: Never learning of his birthplace, Kael was adopted by the Cien family, natives of Naboo, in his infancy. Growing up during the rule of the empire, Kael knew relative peace due to the standing of the current Queen, Kylantha. During the uprising against the Empire, his abilities with the force were discovered when he pushed an imperial soldier which cause some confusion amongst a patrolling squad long enough to aid local militia. After the battles subsided and some time passed, Kael was sent to the new Order on Dantooine.

Too young to join the fighting with other initiates, he stayed behind to further his training. Eventually, word of the loss of his companions in the order came to him as the wars raged on and something inside him seemed to have been broken because of this. Instead of slipping into despair and anger however, Kael took time to look to find his own path in the force, believing that while the order was good in its intentions they were not the way for him for allowing such things to happen. Respectfully leaving the Order at 18, Kael has been wandering since, forming his own thoughts on the force and its paths. While on this seemingly aimless journey he found his way to Corellia, a planet about to enter conflict between the New Republic and Imperial armies.

Believing that being in such a place some sort of sign, he stopped his travels to stay in a city to meditate and study, bas been living in Vreni a little over two standard months while waiting for the blockades to clear.
Personal Belongings: Room in the workshop office he helps in; two blades, one a long handle dagger the other a short handled sword that interlocks into a hachette. Off-white hood less robes and a brown tunic recieved during his time with the order however the artisan's daughter, Karol, has added her own personal touches to it during Kael's time with her family, such as decorative blue trim on the ends of the robe's sleeves.

Alignment: Neutral - Gray Jedi
Occupation: Vagabond Force-Sensitive, part-time artisan’s assistant.
Skills: Force Sight, adept knowledge of handling blades, basic abilities in crafting.
Flaws: No experience of ranged combat, or ability in it. Lack of formal training in combat leaves his style sloppy and unrefined according to those with such training. Being for most accounts blind, he is unable to pilot any craft, use most computer consoles on his own or 'see' things that are disconnected to the force.

Roleplay Sample:

(intro to a game I hosted)

The travelers venture into the grand hall that is the Dondruma Guild Headquarters. Marble and crystal pillars surround an open ceiling room decorated with gold trim. A man in elegant crimson clothing and armor stands upon a balcony across from the entrance.

"Welcome! Thank you for joining me here today for a grand and illustrious opportunity," he greets with a wide grin on his face. "I'm sure you may have some questions as to why you were called here today but I assure you, there is nothing the Guild wishes to inquire of any of you aside from a few days of your time, though it will be well worth it."

The man turns to one side, walking down a stairway that leads to the threshold the hunters now stand in. He bows and, smile returning to his face, continues, "I am Razull, I speak for the interests of the Guild and of the future of this land and all who live in it. I must say, it is certainly a pleasure to meet hunters of such great stature."

He says extending a hand to one standing in front. "Well, before we continue, I'm told that those who wish to leave are allowed to. However you must decide now, for all that we say cannot leave until after our business is complete."

Razull finishes shaking the hunter's hand and turns towards a large red-wood door with the Guild insignia burned into it, painted a deep blue and white. "Those of you who wish to stay, move on."

Eh, grey jedi. As much as I like grey jedi, I know the other mods don't. So, I'm going to give the final word on this to Seph. -EK

I can change it if that's a problem.

Grey Jedi are fine. I should've probably announced that. Sorry for the confusion. Accepted ~ Seffi

Gaia Name: Shimei-Jigoku
Character Name: Desarus Ren Kai
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Race: Human
Character Description: Desarus comes across as your average Human, being 6'4" and weighing in about 230 lbs. With shoulder length-long black hair and grey-coloured eyes (not out of blindness just an odd pigment). With a slightly larger than average nose, small lips and two large crops of hair coming off his fringe that usually obscures his eyes. Desarus has a moderately pale complexion and a scar riddled body from years of training in the Imperial Academies: Desarus Image.

Personality wise Desarus comes across as "split personalified" as his personality seems to change at random times and usually for the worse. At the most of times he is a seemingly happy man, content with his life in Imperial service and constantly cracking jokes or pulling off idiotic antics - out of sight of ranking officers mind you - he has a talent though for calming down others with being so seemingly high spirited but this is a bad thing as his mind finds it hard to take most things seriously and it would take nothing short of a killing spree to get his head out of the clouds - or spice mines as it seems. His other more normal personality makes it's appearance on occassion being more quiet and determined than Desarus is naturally and always acts seriously. At most times the second parsonality only rears it's head when something strikes Desarus hard (such as a slaughter among his squad mates, or the chaos of a battlefield and even the murdering of innocent civillians) this second personality unlike the first takes into consideration everything, being more serious and well thought out and less goofy. However it is an odd little personality quirk as upon examination Desarus has no trace of split-personality disorders.

Relations: His Father, Mother, Marcus Darvati and his squad mates
Character History: Born three years before the founding of the Galactic Empire - on the planet of Coruscant, Desarus spent most of his youth under rule of the Empire where he would eventually join the military. His youth of course was confusing at first, his parents being rather disagreeing with the Galactic Empire at first but knowing they couldn't do much as civillians eventually just started going with the flow and fnally ended up normal citizens of the Empire harboring hidden doubts and feigning a love for the Empire while Desarus was completely raised around it and became enthralled with the Stormtroopers - mainly because he didn't know the darker things that they did.

At the age of 16(6 BBY) with a group of friends in the same place Desarus grew up, he applied to join the Imperial Academy. Unfortunately only Desarus and two of the group of six friends were admitted to the academy and soon saw themselves shipped off to the Imperial Academy on Corulag where they each went seperate ways in what they were wishing to train in, Desarus headed off to train in the army while his friends were going to train in the navy. At the start of his training Desarus got off to a good start with the training itself, being quite good physically and just just better than average mentally - his problems surfaced with the training officers as Desarus had a habit of talking back, which only led to harsher scoldings. But eventually Desarus' habit was broken well closer to the end of his training anyway, but he had developed a more serious personality that well only showed up in the most dire of circumstances - to Desarus. With the long periods of time that Desarus and his friends stayed out of contact with each other they eventually lost there friendships and barely spoke to one another if they ever saw each other. Around this time Desarus had formed a rivalry and friendship with a man in the same group as himself named Marcus Darvati, the two went forward in friendly competition often competing against each other in practical exercises.

At the age of 20(2 BBY) Desarus graduated the Corulag Academy along side his friend Marcus and the two were inducted into the Stormtrooper Corps. with Marcus as a Stormtrooper and Desarus as a Shocktrooper, around this time Desarus tried to get into contact with his parents on Coruscant only to recieve a cold-welcome, his mother showed him the same love she always did but his father would have nothing to do with an "Imperial brat" so Desarus decided he'd stay in contact with them for his mother's sake at the least. Soon enough his life as an Imperial Shocktrooper began on the planet of Dathomir, stationed at the Imperial Prison on the planet where he carried out routine patrols with his squad along the perimeter of the prison on the planet and was occassionally assigned to hunting down Rancor's that tried to come close to the perimeter of the base.

Six years(4 ABY) later Desarus found himself in a state of dissarray like almost everyone at the prison - well when word of the death of Emperor Palpatine finally reached them that is. Eventually finding himself under the command of Admiral turned Warlord Zsinj, Desarus continued to serve under at least one Imperial Faction and found the continued scarceness of Rebels rather annoying especially since most of what he was forced to fight were Rancors and Dathomiri Witches. This would continue while Desarus trained in the basics of freighter piloting up until 7 ABY where Desarus eventually got himself off planet to join the core of the Empire under Ysanne Isard.

Around 10-11 ABY a while after Ysanne Isard's death and the Empire's growing war with the New Republic, Desarus soon found himself reassigned to the planet of Corellia to help in the war effort.


Personal Belongings: Imperial Shocktrooper Armour
DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle
DE-10 Blaster Pistol
BD-1 Cutter Vibro-Ax
E-11 Blaster Rifle
A YT-2000 Light Freighter - cosmetic modifications for Imperial Insignias.

Alignment: Imperial
Occupation: Shocktrooper
Skills: Average freighter piloting, gunsman (rifles, pistols), hand-to-hand combat, trained soldier.
Flaws: Spontaneous un-responsive nerves - due to a fight with a Dathomir Nightsister and a subsequent blast of Force Lightning, Desarus' nervous system sometimes becoems unresponsive making him unable to move for moments some times minutes at a time.
Straightforward - most of the time being something good but interfering with rational judgement as he doesn't have the best of skills when it comes to computers or mental problems making him usually take the quickest and usually worst route possible of smashing computer terminals and possibly destroying vital components (for example).

Roleplay Sample:

On-board a YE-4 Gunship that was flying within the atmosphere of Corellia - not far from Tyrena's air space. Desarus Ren Kai sat at a chair with the rest of his squad littered across the lower deck, with his DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle sitting on his lap and his hand gripped onto the barrel as he slowly checked over his gun. With his Shocktrooper armour on and ready, and his BD1 Cutter Vibro-Ax attached to a cord which was situated over his chest to hold the Vibro-Ax on his back. Moments later alarms begu nto ring off in the lower deck and the lights changed from yellow to red as the Seargent of the squad entered the deck, immediately all of the stormtroopers in the lower deck rushed to there seats. "Alright men, were being dropped off a little South of a bunker occupied by New Republic Forces, we'll touch down with two other teams and then make an advance on the bunker, the Shocktroopers will take point and make the initial break in. Once the initial defense of the bunker is broken we'll enter the base and eliminate all New Republic units" Spoke the Seargent over the dull sound of the alarms and almost seconds after the Seargent had finished the YE-4 Gunship had made it's touch down and the loading ramp had opened. All the men of the squad had quickly rose to there feet and marched out of the shuttle in two lines with the Seargent walking down the center of the two lines. "We'll mow these idiots down in no time" Desarus chorted as the group made up it's formation behind the YE-4, with the other two units from the other YE-4's forming similar formations behind there own.
(I can continue the sample if you want me to, but I thought it was getting kind of long)

Check your math. The Empire was founded in 19 BBY. You were born three years earlier in 22 BBY. 22 BBY + 16 years = 6 BBY, not 3 BBY. Also be sure to review for spelling errors/ -EK

I dunno if I respond after making the edits in case you check over it again but I'll respond just incase: well I've never been one big on the memory of dates - or numbers, it's one of my own flaws lol. But at the time I was working on this I checked with Wookieepedia and it said 16 BBY so unwarranted edits may have been made or I just wasn't paying enough attention but it's been fixed. As for the spelling mistakes well that's common place with quick typing and I did check over it for whatever ones I could find and whatever ones I can't well I'll check again for them - stupid Firefox stopped my spell checker from working lol.

Seems good now. Accepted ~ Seffi

Gaia Name: T3h John
Character Name: John Jak Brown
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Human (Echani Descendant)

Character Description: Jutting from John's head is short brown hair, combed forward. His face appears strong and firm, with bold brows and fixed green eyes. The muscles in his face are easy to spot through his cheeks. John's hard jaw is covered in adolescent five o'clock shadow. His strong neck is held straight by his stocky shoulders leading down to his lean arms. Lastly, his beefy chest completes his athletic figure. John is not particularly tall but more of an average 5'8". He tends to keep a stern face and low brow. As a habit, John will tend to cross his arms when not being active.

The most obvious aspect of John's appearance is his bright orange, knee high boots. He tucks in them his short brown pants. Above his waist is a tight fitting, short-sleeved shirt dyed a tan color. John is a character that hardly blends into crowds and he sure makes no attempts to disguise himself amongst the people.

Relations: John's heritage, known to him thanks to modern technology, is of a human father and a mother of an Echani mixture. They were colonist or some sort of farmers on a backwater planet in the outer rim. They are believed to be from Dantooine. His parents are most likely still alive today and John may still have a older sister somewhere throughout the galaxy. Both him and his sister were taken from their parents, accept the Jedi didn't do it without asking. He lacks no social skills. He has gained and lost many good friends through his life. On Corellia he starts at zero.

Character History: At a young age John had become fascinated with the Force and it's agents. Studying as a hopeful under the Jedi he grew he formed his own opinion and his perspective changed greatly. The code of wielding such power was restricted and in some places flawed. John holds strong beliefs that Force wielders should operate independently and without regulation from parties. He now learns, lives and fights for his Force.

John makes his way through the galaxy performing grease-monkey jobs and dangerous work. Even though he prefers the calm and sunny planets, such as Dantooine, he's forced around by what's available. His stay on Corellia is quite comforting up to this point.

Though he is not affiliated with any faction he still cares for the galaxy and is very involved in political promotion and diplomacy. On a personal level John tries to scare people away from anti-individual-based groups or organizations.

Personal Belongings: He keeps none so far. Other than credits and such, he likes to keep his pockets empty.

Alignment: Grey Jedi, not so much grey, more of a brown

Occupation: Grey Jedi Initiate

Skills: Piloting, C.Q.C., Strategist, Handyman. John likes to think that he's a good speaker.

Flaws: Ranged, Combat Piloting. He has no patience or will to play the modern economy, so he lives paycheck by paycheck. If they are not a mere sentry or slight obstacle, John will not attack them from behind. He keeps things very more traditional and ceremonial. His clothing is very bold so trying to hide in crowds or blend into the environment is most definitely out.

Roleplay Sample:

"Preparing for launch," John spoke into to suit's mic, "Hope I don't get bored out there." Laughter then filled the com. Then, John's humor fell dead, the cooling sensation from the vacuum barrier shocked his body as he passed through it and away from the dock. Stillness and quiet hung through the starry surroundings.
"Jak! Regain orbit before we loose you," commanded John's superior. He realized his orbital slip and quickly engaged the suit's thrusters knocking him to speed with the centrifugal halo. John's hands clamped down on the edges of the damaged turret, holding him in place. As his legs hung out from the metal hunk he worked the machinery with one hand held himself with the other.
"Wish you would have taken that aliens tethers."
A slow moving hunk of space junk that most likely carried refugees slipped into the stations orbit. It needed to dock.
"Wait, captain. You have a visual on that ship?" John was now suspended by a hand and completely dangling.
"Yes, I can see it," He replied.
"Are you going to let them dock? What if we need to shoot them first?" John joked.
"How about, I let them dock and if they need it, I'll ask 'em to float out there for a bit so you can take a shot." His captain chuckled.
John continued his work on the turret removing and readjusting the components. He grasped the barrel and pulled it as a lever. The machinery resisted then spun on it's bearing base. "Everything checks out, it's moving like new. Wait no, it's moving like old, because... she used to work and then-"
His captain cut in. "Just get back here, and watch that transition boy."
"Sir."

Unsure of grey jedi are cool with Seph. Not the best profile, but it could use.... more. Pending discussion needed. -EK

I fixed a few things and tried to make it more clear. I'll probably add more soon. I've taken into more detail and clarified quite a bit more. I'm not sure if there's any more I can really add to such a young character.

Looks fine to me. Accepted ~ Seffi

Gaia Name: Silly-Bella22
Character Name: Ziva Starkiller
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Race: Human
Character Description: Tan skin, dark brown eyes, dark brown almost black hair, very muscular. http://www.mysites.nl/upload2/ncis/379073.jpg Ziva is very sassy and she won't take any attitude. If she is shown any disrespect she will automatically try to take the being that showed her the disrespect down.

Relations: A deceased husband (Kyle), her two late brothers (Skyler and Arieh), her late mother (Batel), and her father (Elior)
Character History: Ziva Starkiller is from the planet of Mandalore and is a trained assasin with Force capabilities. Her father, a bounty hunter, trained all three of his children to be bounty hunters but Ziva was the best. After the death of her husband, Kyle, she left the bounty hunters guild in favor of running a cantina on New Alderaan. If anyone gets rowdy in her place they are thrown out and told to never come back at blaster point.
Personal Belongings: One picture of Kyle, one picture of her family, a necklace that her mother gave her, and her blaster.

Alignment: New Republic
Occupation: Originally a bounty hunter/assasin but now a cantina owner
Skills: Damn good shot with her blaster, skilled with a bo staff, and very skilled at hand-to-hand combat

Flaws: unskilled with melee weapons, prefers long range weapons

Roleplay Sample: Ziva ducked down behind the counter of her cantina and let out an oath before levering herself up and peeking over the counter. Her day was just getting better and better. First she had to throw out two patrons, then a stupid Gamorren wouldn't take no for an answer, and now Stormtroopers had just entered the cantina.
Ziva reached for her blaster and powered it up. After last time she always carried on her person. Taking aim she fired.

Too small. Expand the character history and the roleplay sample. I also find it ironic how everyone's family is dead. -EK

Gaia Name:Shadowcat91
Character Name:Misfit Shadowstalker
Gender:Male
Age:28
Race:Zabrak
Character Description: A stunning 6'3 with a Muscular physique Though still nimble and light on his feet. His horns grow into demonic looking liberty Spikes. Starting below his neck he is covered in tattoos of sith tribes (explained in history) He Has a singular occular implant from an inccident as a child.(also explained in Story)

Relations:Unknown
Character History:Born on Iridonia, He was raced around crime syndicates and slavery rings.As a preteen Misfit was sold into slavery to a Iridionian named Buntha Quaz to cover his fathers pazaak debt. Sadly I was beaten and forced to live in the hull of the smuggling ship The Outrider. With various cargo such as Ancient Valuable artifacts ,Spice, death stix, Illegal animals, and recovered droids From shut down C.I.S. Factories. Buntha being a swoop fan taught Misfit all about ship, swoop, weapon, and droid mechanics. During a shipment of Horned Kath Hounds Misfit was mauled by one of these viscious beasts whos cage wasn't sealed properly. Narrowly escaping death he killed the beast with a burst of lightning that came from his hand. He was so shocked he told his master that a droid malfunctioned and had killed the kath and sent shrapnel into his eye.His sight lost in his right eye. Misfit immediately started construction on his new eye after a mission to the wrecked salvage world Raxus Prime He found all the parts he needed.He made an amazing find a Sith Zabraks Training videos most of which incomplete from damage amongst some old droid parts. He studied these night and day when not performing his duties for his master. Upon completion of these modules he had a very rough understanding of the dark side and couldn't control it very well sometimes at all, but his melee combat now was outmatched. At twenty he created a double bladed vibroblade that could seperate into two sing blades then back to one. That night he took his masters life and took control of the ship. He searched the galaxy far and wide for more clues about the sith. He touched down on the Korriban to find rumored Sith Tombs and abandoned academys. .Though he found what he was looking for he learned little more from the aged holocrons that he barely understand he set up an encampment in an academy and trained from what he could learn. Thats when he found markings and tribal symbols that he carve into himself and later inked in .Shortly after the Emperor came seeking more knowledge and Misfit was found by a scouting party and taken before the Emperor. Torturing misfit til he cracked,But all misfit did was beg to know more to be taught the ways of the dark side. the Emperor trained him to force persuade,Force speed and force jump for spying abilities.By the time the emperor was killed he was quite cunning at his job
Personal Belongings:Custom Vibroblade, Darth Mauls Training modules, A C.I.S. Custom battle droid, and the ship the OutRider

Alignment:Sith
Occupation:dark force user spy/Dark Jedi hopeful
Skills: He is unmatched in Melee combat and has various mechanical abilities. Learned the style of Vaapad/ Juuyo.Force persuade,Force speed and force jump for spying abilities
Flaws: He is to quick to act and lets his hatred control him. Also having strong connections with the force cause uncontrollable "Occurrences" from not having any real training.

Roleplay Sample:

Baboom *explosions rattle the Super star destroyer Shortly after the impact alarms start ringing*
"Shadowstalker !" The lieutenant shouted.
"Sir?'" Misfit replied.
"Your time has come soldier to prove your worth."The lieutenant chortled back," You are to take your smuggling ship and infiltrate among the Republic ranks and take what you can from what you hear and see..."
"It won't be that easy I am kind of menacing looking",I smiled back,"Sir."
"We have taken the liberty to spread stories of your heroisms against the Empire, and since no one apart from me and the higher ups have ever known your part in the Empire you shall go unnoticed.",The lieutenant informed me,"By the way even though your a spy for us, Anyone below my rank will be gunning for you."
"So I'm pretty much going to have to kill some of our own men?"Misfit questioned.
"Yes, But try to control yourself sometimes you get carried away old friend."Smiled the Lieutenant.
"I thought we were gonna keep this formal Zandaar",Laughingly says Misfit
"Just gear up a Privat shuttle will take you to the planets Surface to retrieve your ship you will recieve your orders are on the holocron in the cockpit",The lieutenant turns to leave,"Be careful Misfit I'll be waiting for your first report."
The lieutenant leaves Misfits quarters he stands in silence, Revering his long time friend who was merely a private when he discovered Misfit on Korriban. He Gathers his belongings and heads down a private hallway to the hangar.It seems as if the universe has gone silent with nothing for sound but his boots clattering on the floor.Finally he steps through the hangar door a shaking terrified looking teenager standing with the shuttle.
"S-s-s-ir The lieutenant asked me to give you this sir",said the shaking boy.
I said nothing as i took the datapad from his shaking palm.The message said "kill the pilot leave no witness to you leaving an imperial ship it will blow your cover"-Z. I smiled my terrifying smile and walked up the ramp.

"I love my job",As i began to laugh....

Not my best work but hey I tried...

>Rejected. This Profile pretty basically screams god-modding. Remove any force powers except those granted by the Ranking System. Oh, and edit that ridiculous history, I want specifics and Canon information in there. I would also like to see a larger and better formatted RP Sample. Finally, paste you're profile into Microsoft Word or something, there are way too many grammatical errors in this. Pretty much, redo the entire thing over again. -Ominous Bloodlust.