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 Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 5:29 am
Unlike previous storylines, we are going to have a combined bio thread. All users are to post a bio here first. You can be a Jedi, Dark Jedi or a non Force User. There is no Shadow Jedi in this guild.
Please only fill out what is needed for your characer. So, please do not add fill out the bottom section if you are not a force user.
Class:
Name:
Age:
Race sad look at the Species thread)
Height:
Weight:
Home planet:
Appearance:
History:
Skills sad no force powers)
Ship:
items:
Weapons sad no lightsabers)
Rank sad All new members start as younglings until a knight apprentices you)
Lightsaber (Do not fill out until you recieve one from your master)
Type: (Single, Dual, Double-bladed)
Color:
Fighting Style sad Look at Lightsaber thread for list of fighting styles)
Speech Colour: Name colour here
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 8:57 am
Class: Heir of the Trading Empire.
Name: Kyoten Morpheus
Age: 19
Race sad look at the Species thread) Cloned Rattatakian
Height: 5 '11
Weight: 200lbs
Home planet: Kuat (created on Hoth)
Appearance: Similar features to ODIUS FROM CHAPTER 2 although he is male
History: On that day 25 years ago Baal knew the pain and sorrow of losing the one closest to you. She had saved his life yet he could not save hers. It was not Magnus that had caused her death It was Honour and his weakness that had in the end killed her. Her pride and honour had led her to sacrifice herself and his honour had sealed her death by giving the order. It was his call to command the shot and he called it because of her wishes knowing the consequence. Now he saw the true evil it was Was honour. Her honour and sense of injustice at killing the so called innocent had prevented her from merely firing on the planet she had to go and fight him. The true injustice would never happen again for he saw now that introvert and underhnad tactics kept you and those you love safe. He would now create the most powerful federation that spanned the galaxy as she had commanded him in the best way he knew his new way that would mean those close to him would not suffer.
This then helped to expand the federation as this newfound dealings with new sources provided the necessary components of course the federation must also keep itself to look the best in the public eye so it hides itself in the shrounf of good and honour while secretly creating the most powerful entity in the whole galaxy which benefitted all those that lived as baal wished he had lived before. Much to the pleasure of the large multi nationals whose profits were greatly improved.
Since that day Baal has used funds to create a secret cloning facility in a bid to recreate the one he loved under the guise of cloning research. Long since thought to be lost since the fall of Sidious cloning an exact replica of a person was thought to be lost but has now been recovered by the federation meaning a clone of Odius could be created but all attempts have failed. Yet others have been cloned successfully. Scientists beleive that in fact her very essence never left this world and was not absorbed into dna via the force and as such her genetic mind cannot be input. Although Baal seeks to find her essence he did create another from The DNA of odius thus creating a physichal manifestation of odius in the form of a son.
This son was called Kyoten as it is the male version of Kyana Odiuses true name. Since then Kyoten has lived a life of both luxury and heavy training as Baal believes that only one with the Genetic material of Odius can seek her out. Kyoten is now second in command of the whole federation. In his heart he seeks for Power to control Worlds the ultimate power and he beleives this can be done by fusing a portion of his essence with the essence of Odius and seeking the Wisdom and knowledge of the Fallen true dark lord of the sith in order to receive ultimate power.
In this way kyoten seeks Odius out as Baal wishes but he seeks her for more than just recreating her he seeks to use her as a tool of destruction.
Skills: Wilderness survival, nightvision and improved reflexes.
Ship: upgraded Star yacht
items: Communicator, 3 thermal detonators on a grenade belt., med kit, coin bag, refective shielded cloak
Weapons: Dual Empire pistols and Special crafted cortosis sabre
Rank sad All new members start as younglings until a knight apprentices you)
Lightsaber (Do not fill out until you recieve one from your master)
Type: (Single, Dual, Double-bladed)
Color:
Fighting Style sad Look at Lightsaber thread for list of fighting styles)
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 11:45 am
Class:Jedi
Name:Draconious
Age:18
Race:Human
Height:6'1"
Weight:175
Home planet:Tattooine
Appearance:Looks a lot like Anakin
History:He grew up on the same desert planet that Anakin and Luke grew up on. His parents were surprised by his luck. He didn't really get along with the other kids there but he didn't try to do anything to harm them. He had heard storys about the Old Republic and the Jedi. The stories made him want to go to the planet of Coruscant and see the Jedi Temple.
He finally got his chance to visit a Jedi Temple at the age of 8. He wondered around the temple for hours on end. He decided to stay and see what he could learn. He wondered where the library for the temple was. As he wandered the outside of the temple, one of the local creatures started to be agressive towards him. He managed to calm the creature down without getting wounded. After the small attack, he went back inside the temple, a little shaken but fine.
Five years later, he's training at the temple as a youngling. He wonders how his folks are doing but doesn't want to stop his training. So he continues his training for the day and then once he get done training for that day, he goes to talk to one of the Jedi Masters to see if he could visit his family back on Tattooine. They allowed him to visit his family and he went home to visit hir family. He was heart-broken when he finds out that his mother has died.
His master got killed in the last fight with the Sith. He's worked hard to not dwell on the death of his master. He had only been a Padawan learner for a couple of weeks when his master died. He will continue to work hard on training as best he can for the mean time. He's willing to take on a new master but at the same time he doesn't want anything to happen to his new master.
Skills:good with electronics
Ship:Naboo Starfighter
items:one R-2 astromech(customized)
Weapons:A couple of blasters, for just in case.
Rank:Padawan learner
Lightsaber:Training saber
Type:Double-bladed (Once I get it built)
Color:Green
Fighting Style:Form "Zero"
Speech Colour: darkblue?
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 10:23 am
Name: Graice "Grey Ghost" Chorster
Age: 27
Race: Human
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 172
Home Planet: Nar Shadda of Nal Hutta
Appearance:
From behind a bottle of ale, (which is more likely than not the case), one would gaze and look upon a slender man with hints at a muscular build blooming from within. Sporting a slightly tanned skintone, and bushy dark brown hair, one might find him naturally taunting. Or, this might be due to his piercing hazel eyes, which seemed to change spectrum almost of their own will. He carries an emotionless face with him to the cantina, and normally shows no expression unless there is reason to do so. He will smile when he is pleased, but for the most part, when there is something to be done, the most you could see from Graice is a wrinkled forehead, and possibly bit lips.
Normally, one would find him dubbed in his GTU AV-1C Combat Armor, possibly without the helmet or pack counterpart on. The armor in itself has properties of its own that would leave an impression, indeed. Full-plate, covering most of the body, the armor is equipped with its own computerized targeting system, which efficiently works with any weaponry connected to the pack. As well, the armor includes a built-in Repulsorlift Jetpack, built into the pack, of course. Sensors on his helmet allow him to see in dark 20 meters ahead of him, and as well, they provide him with a zoom capability much like that of normal electronic binoculars, able to make out objects 8 times the distance the visible eye could normally see. Other features include a comlink with a 50 kilometer range, and a built-in powerlamp that provides a beam 100 meters long, and 50 meters wide (in a 90 degree field of view).
History:
It's not easy, being a bounty hunter and mercenary. One must develop a gut for carnage, and an unsympathetic perception to the world. One must also be able to think on their feet and act quickly. Through nature and nurture, genetics and the environment in which he grew up in, Graice was able to acquire these properties. He grew up in Nar Shadda, and in all relativity has never strayed far from Nal Hutta itself within his lifespan. His father, Amus worked as a bodyguard for a rich hutt, and thus was quite powerful and rich himself. Amus had bought Graice's mother, Ariele, out of slavery from the hutt he was employed to, and shortly after, went into retirement with the blessings of protection from the mob boss. Amus frequented a tavern, which barely placed a dent in his budget. Shortly thereafter, Amus and Ariele had Graice, many would say unintentionally. Therefore, he grew up in an unstable environment. During some nights, he would witness his mother being smacked around by the brute who was his drunken father. On other nights, he witnessed the most sacred ritual a man and woman could do together. Neither were conscious of him eavesdropping on them. In ways, they didn't care. Such was the mentality in his world, that consisted of 8 walls and 2 rooms, with a bend lamp as the only source of light. Graice, at his age, never quite understood why his parents acted in such unpredictable ways.
He flew at 3 years of age. He learned quickly, from a homeless bum on the corner, how to hack, slice, and hotwire. And from these traits, he slowly learned basic literature. He wanted more to indulge in education, but his situation did not allow him to do so. Graice almost became victim to a mugger at the age of 7, if it were not for the help of another rogue who just happened to be walking by. The mugger was dead before he could even touch Graice. The man ran off.
A few days later, however, his father was shot and killed, apparently by the same people the hutt had ordered to protect him. It was conspiracy, at the least. Graice watched it with his own eyes, as his father became peppered with pressurized bolts of gas, that sizzled right through him. The man behind the murder was none other than the same man who had saved his hide just a few days ago. In an air of mystery, the man threw Graice his blaster, wished him luck in the world, and told him to keep his a** out of others' busisness. At his age, he knew not how to take this at all. He stood there, wide-eyed, for several moments.
It was moments like these, throughout the years, that hardened him, and tested his courage, strength, speed, and dexteritity. In his teen years, he worked jobs for the hutts, starting at escorting services, and making it's way to full-blown group assassinations. He had been dubbed with expensive armor, and arsenal to match; old favorites of marksmen before him, and a cutting-edge streamlined combat suit. At age 16 he literally lived at the cantina, and did not speak to his mother afterwards. Sometimes, even to this day, he wonders what came of his mother. He, however, tries his best not to become attached emotionally to anything or anyone, which is why he finds himself at risk when working with his counterpart, Kelen.
He first met Kelen years ago whilst on an infiltration mission. It was the first time both were paired up for a mission, and although they found themselves hestitated by one another, by the end of the mission it became clear to them that their strengths played off one another, and that they could make a grand team. The two became partners, and started their own independant agency. Though the hutts find disappointment in this, they still are apt to pay handsomely for thier services. And although Graice would never admit it, he finds himself become ever moreso attracted to Kelen, which fustrates him with each passing day.
It was not long until the two had moved from quarters near the cantina into the Velvet Vandrake, a large combat-ready transport. It is now possible for them to travel from district to district to stay for days on end, but also, to orbit around and actually travel to Nal Hutta. Now marks the next chapter in his life.
Skills:
Experienced marksman at close/medium range. Efficient weapons slicer. Cunning and creative, in which his job is dependant on. can hold his own in a shot-for-shot match, somewhat charismatic.
Ship:
The "Docent" is a customized version of the "Starhawk". A one-man fighter designed for use both inside and outside a planet's atmosphere, its highly streamlined and aerodynamic shape allowed it to travel at impressive speeds during aerial flight. Its high-powered twin sublight engines resulted in similarly impressive performance in the vacuum of space, with a top cruising velocity of 100 MGLT. Moreover, two rear-facing maneuvering thrusters, mounted on the underside and near the outside edge of the wings, allowed the Starhawks to cut tighter turns than any other ship of its class.
These high performance flight characteristics, however, placed a heavy strain on the fighter's power plant. Therefore, both offensive and defensive systems on the Starhawk were rather limited. Its deflector shields were only about half as powerful as other interceptor-class craft of that era. The designers did their best to compensate for this limitation by covering the forward edges (and certain other critical areas) of the craft with an ultra-reflective metal alloy, which helped to reflect and dissipate the destructive energies of many E.M.-based weapons. This technique yielded results almost comparable to competing interceptor defensive systems in head-to-head confrontations, but left the craft rather vulnerable to attacks from the rear.
The fighter's primary offensive weaponry consisted of two forward firing laser cannons mounted on the tips of its gracefully sweeping wings. Though their power output was fairly typical for the time, these cannons were made significantly more potent through the use of a state-of-the-art targeting system that was particularly effective during strafing runs. A pair of proton torpedo launchers were also present on the belly of the craft, but could carry only a single torp each. Ground crews could replace the launch tubes with miniature ion cannons if the need arose, but the power drain from multiple ion blasts could lead to a severe degradation in flight performance.
Starhawks were designed as short-range fighters, typically dispatching from capital ships or serving in planetary defense forces. As such, the fighter's design made no allowance for hyperdrives or the astromechs needed for hyperspace jump calculations. Graice has felt no heavy impulse to modify this fact, unlike many other owners of the Starhawk, due to the convience of Kelen's "Velvet Vandrake", which allowed him to dock his ship in the rear compartment.
The Starhawk was given to Graice by the son of a Korpil Corperation CEO, as payment for the assassination of a thug who had made death-threats towards him several times in the past. Once Graice possessed it, he named it the "Docent" and sold the torpedo launchers, included with the ship, on the black market. Afterwards, he used the money to pay handsomely for the installation of an AI-enhanced target painter, in the place of the launchers. This target painter holds an exclusive transmitter connection to the Velvet Vandrake's missile targetting system, and as long as the painter is activated and kept on the desired target, all explosives launched by the Vandrake will travel to the given coordinates. Graice saw obvious advantage in having this system installed on his ship.
Items:
- 30 Sequencer Charges w/ Remote Detonator
- 5 Bacta Mates
- Fusion Cutter
- 2 Deployable AI-Enhanced Turrets
- 5 EMP Darts (treat as grenade)
- Portable Computer
Weapons:
DC-17m - The BlasTech DC17m ICWS is the Republic Commando's standard issue Special Forces combat weapons system. Attachment components quickly convert the weapon from an Ion Pulse Blaster Rifle to an Ion Pulse Sniper Rifle or Anti-Armor charge launcher.
Trandoshan Concussion Rifle - A prized possession of many reptilian humanoid bounty hunters, this launches large volleys of ionized air that emits a shockwave on impact.
Survival Knife - Basic survival knife, mechanically vibrates for more efficiency.
Class: Mercenary, Non-Force User.
Speech Color: Slategray
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 10:53 am
Class: sith
Name: doth kridus
Age: 21
Race: jawa
Height: 2.6 f
Home planet: small forgotten moon
Appearance: 
History: as a small boy he knew that his parents had the force and had run away for there love, had drove them to that. The small boy had the force it was even stronger in him. At the age of 14 he grew to hate his life, as it was a barren land, with only him and his mom and dad. By the time he was 17 his mind had gone mad. He converted hid mom and dads lightsabres in to his own. Wanting to kill, The boy whet crazy, he started calling the force death or things to that accord. He started to love death. On that moon he killed his parents with a smile on his face. He got of that rock and now his only meaning is to grow so strong he can kill any one.
Skills: crazy and knows nothing of guilt. he went on to find the parasite of the force user koo kl and gained all it's memories and increased strength. with that he also has higher recovery but not fast, but effective healing of limbs.
Ship:Sabaoth Destroyer http://www.nifrpg.net/database/
crewed by jawa clan and Fasko
items: Jawa Ion Rifle,
Rank: sith youngling
Lightsaber: 1 and a lightscytheType: Dual Color: purpleFighting Style: Ataru and Vaapad mix Speech Colour: red die
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 11:12 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 2:26 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 2:36 pm
Name: Rimbaud Nirdale
Age: 21
Race: Human
Height: 185 cm
Weight: 70 kg
Home planet: Naboo
Appearance: A lean, almost skinny young man with sharp features that give him this rat-like look. He is mature for his are and rarely laughs. When he does, it is because he often finds irony the most amusing. A shoulder-length dark hair, pale skin and his taste for dark/black clothes, along with a thin mouth and blye-grey eyes make his appearance somewhat unnerving.
History: Although he was born on Naboo, he haven't stayed there long. His family, the rich and corrupted politician and his cold and beautiful mother traveled a lot, moving from one planet to another, staying in one place as long it was in some way profitable, so there was no planet he could truly call 'home'. He had private teachers who taught him mostly history (and not only the official version of it) and the skills of governing, and by the age of twenty, he already stepped out of the anonymity on the field of politics.
It was a mere coincidence a Jedi in disguise noticed he could have been trained and he was still young enough in heart to see it as a great adventure. So he was escorted to the Jedi Temple.
Skills: orator/ diplomat
Rank: Padawan
Lightsaber...
Type: single
Color: We shall see. probably red
Fighting Style: Makashi
Speech Colour: Green
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:41 pm
 Class: Jedi, publically known as an archealogist and historian Name: Oryn Tesswa Age: 20 Race:(I know it's not in the thread) Half Mirialan, half Human Height: 5'2" Weight: 112lbs Home planet: Birth: Mirial, "Home": Tatooine Appearance: Small of stature and of an hourglass like build the young Oryn presents a seemingly undangerous figure. Her deep blue eyes however, hold a harsh intensity that has caused many a person to turn from their gaze. She is young and fairly impetuous, often speaking before thinking, a trait that had been much to the chargin of her now deceased master. Her lips, a slender bow at the top and fuller at the bottom rarely rarely fall into a true smile and when she does, it is only with Xelia. She normally wears her honey brown hair pulled up out of her face in a ponytail, but has been known to use more extravagent styles when visiting with important officials. More often than not she is found wearing her field clothes, a set of brown wool pants tucked into high brown boots she looks after religiously. Her curvy chest is hugged by a violet top that has straps across the right shoulder and exposes part of her stomach. Due to being raised in the warm suns of Tatooine she wears a full white wool cloak and cap when off planet. History: Oryn was born as the illegitmit child to a fairly well off female Mirialan and a human spacer of little renown. Her mother had originally hoped to pass her off as her husbands child, but her lover's looks came through too strongly within the baby. The woman fled the planet with her lover and the two were killed when a bounty was placed on them by her mother's slighted husband. Wanting nothing to do with the child, she was placed up for adoption and taken in by Main Torrma, a historian specializing in jedi and sith artifacts. It was she that named Oryn, and for four years they lived on Mirial before they relocated to Tatooine. It was there that the small girl met Xelia, a young human her own age. Main had adopted this young girl as well and wished the two to be like sisters. Jealous that she would now have to compete for attention, little Oryn had an imediate dislike for this other child. Four more years passed and the young girls were finally let in on a secret, Main wasn't just a historian, she was a Jedi. The tall Mirialan had been trained by one Bryce Iltain, a rouge jedi (thought he prefered the word grey). She had been told she was trained only as a promise fullfilled, and not long after the training completed, Bryce disapeered from her world. Now she trained the two of them as an extension of that promise made long ago to a twi'lek jedi named Tamarai Takana. For years they trained under her watchful eye, until just after Oryn's nineteenth birthday, Main was slaughtered by an unknown force. The girls had returned to the old ruins of the grace and dance academy they called home to find their master's dismembered body, all done by what looked like lightsabre marks, and the artifacts pillaged. Luckily, the theif had not known about certain areas, and the girls were able to recover some prized possesions and a decent cache of credits from Main's meticulous hording. Skills sad no force powers) linguistics, cryptography, steganography, palaeography and graphology, a master of languages and writing. She also has a strong knowledge about architecture, particularly in ancient buildings. Ship:items: a decent amount of credits on her at all times, and the diary once belonging to Tamarai, Aama and Aeodia and a holo from her and Xelia's deceased master, Main Torrma. Weapons: a dagger Rank: Knight: Jedi Consular Lightsaber Type: Single bladed containing a Krayt pearl and a natural gem almost like high grade amethyst, free of intrusions that might otherwise weaken the blade. Color: Blue Fighting Style: Trakata (still training with it) Post colour: dodgerblue
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 4:54 pm
Name: Keike Kikea
Age: 14
Race: Human
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 135
Home planet: Korriban
Appearance: Everything average, body type, weight, height, everything... Except a scar he received during an illegal duel. Nearly black hair down to his mid back, always tied at his neck to keep it out of the way with sharp, cold green eyes.
History: Raised by his mother on the Sith planet of Korriban. Never knew his father but continually heard storied of his valor against the Jedi, how he had quickly moved through the Sith ranks but was slain by a Jedi Knight. He made it his desire to exact vengeance upon the Jedi and began attempting to make himself recognized by any Sith Knights to apprentice him through entering in death matches and by studying Sith legends and history, memorizing the code very quickly.
Skills other than force skills: Advanced Mechanical Knowldege, Advanced Swordsmanship
Ship: None
Items: None
Weapons: 2 Vibroswords
Rank: Youngling
Lightsaber
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Fighting Style:
Post Color: Dimgray
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Alex L. Skyhopper Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 5:22 pm
Name: Ch'unkk Age: 40 Race: Whiphid Height: 9'0" Weight: 880 Home planet: Toola Appearance: He has pure white fur. His long tusks are the color of aged ivory. History: Ch'unkk was born on Toola on the coldest night in winter. He never knew his father because his father died after he fell into a crack in the ice on a hunt. So every adult male took the place of Ch'unkk's father in the teaching of the young Whiphid. He learned to fight from the Spear Master of his tribe and learned that each of the major tribes had a different way of fighting. So when Ch'unkk was 10 he and one of the older males journeyed across Toola to learn from the 3 major tribes. By the age of 16 he had learned from the different tribes in their fighting styles and in the way of fighting with an axe. He was talking with an old spacer one day who had just come from Mon Calamari about different ways of fighting, when the spacer brought up the Battle royal that would be taking place on Mon Calamari in 1 standard month. Ch'unkk convinced the spacer to take him to Mon Calamari and asked the older Whiphid who had been traveling with him for the past 6 years to return to the tribe and tell them he has left Toola for the time being. When he finally reached Mon Calamari the Battle Royal was about to start and he rushed from the space-port to the arena. He got in the ring just before the final bell rang. From the beginning Ch'unkk had an advantage over every one of his opponents he was bigger and stronger than all of them having reached physical maturity. He and a young Nautolan cleared the ring in a matter of moments, Ch'unkk by picking his opponents up 2 at a time and throwing them out of the ring. It came down t Ch'unkk and the Nautolan in the end. After half an hour of combat the 2 realized that the other had what himself lacked and called a draw. After the match Ch'unkk introduced himself and found out that his opponent was Quint Monnrider and the 2 hit it off rather quickly. They became the tag team champions of the Mon Calamari fighting league. After a few years Ch'unkk moved in with Quint and Marrab where Marrab taught them both to fight with vibro-swords and refined their fighting styles. The same day Marrab died Ch'unkk found out he was force sensitive. Quint told his friend that he would help him find the Jedi and bought a ship which they named the Final Round. Ch'unkk made some Modifications to the cargo hold and turned a small corner of the hold into a room for him since the Crew quarters where to small. He turned the rest of the hold into a hanger big enough for a single snub-fighter to dock. After the Modifications where finished they left Mon Calamari in search of the Jedi. After his master died CH'unkk questioned the force itself and for 7 nyears he journeyed the galaxie following the same path of Jacen Solo trying to learn from every order and their views on the force. Skills other than force skills: he's an accomplished fighter. Ship: It is a modified SoroSuub Horizon-Class Star Yacht and is armed with 2 AG-IG laser cannons mounted on small firing arcs with a wide firing range, 2 concealed Dymex HM-8 concussion missile launchers each with a magazine of 8 torpedos and 1 retractable blaster cannon. All of these weapons are connected to a targeting computer in the cockpit. Can carry 4 passengers onboard and the total cargo capacity is 95 metric tons. A small portion of the cargo hold has been modified by Ch'unkk into a room to scale of the crew quarters only bigger for him. A small hanger just large enough for a small star fighter. The ship is the Last chance.  Items: COM link Weapons: Large vibro-axe Jedi Type :Guardian Rank :Master Lightsaber: 2 Type: Dual- phase, and regular Color: Green, blue and blue Fighting Style: Form V: Shien / Djem So Form X: Niman NPC (only used for ship piloting from planet to planet)  Name: Quint Monnrider Age: 40 Race: Nautolan Height: 5'9" Weight: 140 Home planet: Mon calamari Appearance: He is lean and well muscled, he has a tattoo on his right bicep of the emblem of the Jedi knights or so he was told. He wears basic clothing noting fancy and he carries his vibro sword strapped to his back. (For more of appearance look at above picture.) History: Skills other than force skills: He was born on Mon Calamari. He grew up hearing stories of Kit Fisto and of the Jedi that had fought at Glee Anselm 100 years ago, and began to idolize the Jedi. He grew up in the lower levels of a Mon Calamari city. He learned to fight at an early age because he was always getting picked on by the Quarren children. After a few years Quint realized that he was stronger and more flexible than most of the Quarren and Mon Calamari and entered the professional fighting arena he was only a 10 year old boy at the time. As soon as he stepped into the ring they laughed and escorted him out, but an old respected Mon Calamari fighter by the name Marrab Perit realized that Quint had the ability to go far in the fighting arena. Perit followed Quint home and asked his parents if he could train the boy. His parents talked for a few moments and gave Perit their one and only demand, that he take Quint to live with him in the upper levels of the city. Perit agreed and told Quint to go pack his things. Quint was hesitant to leave his family but his father told him that Marrab could give him a better life than they could and that he would be safer in the upper levels of the city. After that Quint ran to his room and packed his things and went with Marrab to his estate in the upper levels. That same night Quint's mother and father where killed by Spice addicts looking for credits to get their next fix. After that Quint dedicated his life to fighting and protecting those less fortunate that himself. In the 6 years that followed Marrab taught Quint to fight with his Hands and feet as well as with a Vibro-Sword. At the age of 16 he became Middle weight Champion of the arena. After that match he entered the battle royal and fought the Whiphid Ch'unkk. They both threw in the towel since they realized neither of them could win and became the planets best tag team and good friends.. During this time he became a hero to the younger Nautolan boys. He became a vigilante at the age of 17 disappearing form the public eye and roaming the lower levels at night he did this for the next 7 years of his life. During that time crime dropped dramatically, there where no more robberies or random murders. When he was 33 Marrab died and Quint inherited his vast fortune. Quint was already rich form the money he had earned as a professional fighter but he used most of the money to start 3 gyms to teach the younger Nautolan, Mon Calamari and Quarren children to fight and started a yearly tournament for them to compete in. On his 34th birthday he bought a Horizon-Class Star Yacht. Ship: It is a modified SoroSuub Horizon-Class Star Yacht and is armed with 2 AG-IG laser cannons mounted on small firing arcs with a wide firing range, 2 concealed Dymex HM-8 concussion missile launchers each with a magazine of 8 torpedos and 1 retractable blaster cannon. All of these weapons are connected to a targeting computer in the cockpit. Can carry 4 passengers onboard and the total cargo capacity is 95 metric tons. A small portion of the cargo hold has been modified by Ch'unkk into a room to scale of the crew quarters only bigger for him. A small hanger just large enough for a small star fighter. The ship is the Last chance. Items: A COM link, a blue and green R2 unit R2 D3, his and Marrab's championship belts. Weapons: A heavily moddified DL-44 heavy blaster pistol, and a DC-17 blaster rifle. Class: non force user
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 5:40 pm
Class:Jedi Sentinel
Name:Naver
Age:6
Race:Human
Height:4 1/2 feet
Weight:90 pounds
Home planet:Taris
Appearance: Has Short black hair, Yellow eyes and wears Black old jedi robes
History:As far as he could remember Naver has always been on Taris he has no knowledge as to who his parents were or if there even alive he learnd everthing about the galaxy from a holocron. curently he is living in an old appartment in the city ruins
Skills: Awareness, Repair
Ship: Saboith fighter
items: Datapad, Old black Jedi robes, Mysterus Anceint mask
Weapons: Vibrosword
Rank razz adawan
Speech Colour: Red
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 6:30 pm
Class: Jedi
Name:Anum Tal'nilim
Age:36
Race: Twi'lek
Height:5'8"
Weight:150
Home planet:Tatooine
Appearance:A white twi'lek with 2 light blue tatoos on his lekku. He wears dark khaki colored pants, and a shirt that same color with an iron chestplate that fits snug around his body. He also wears a green cloak.
History: After Anum was born, his parents didn't wish to take care of a child, so they left him on the door step of another on Tatooine. When the people found him they knew he was special on the first look of him. The family that took him in were human, and with the last name of Tal'Nilim. As he was growing up he did not know of his real parents, and just thought he was born different from the other children. He found from one of his experiences that through his anger he could channel an unknown power. He kept that to himself. He grew up, and helped his "parents" by getting a job at the local mechanics shop. While there he learned how to build and carefully take apart things without breaking them. It was there that he found his ship, an old v-wing from republic times. It was many item upon which needed in order to survive in space. Anum went right to work on it, and eventually cleaned it up to perfection. He said good bye to his family, but before he went his parents told him of how he came to be. He left Tatooine at the age of 16 in search of things he could never find. Through his journees he met many people who taught him more about the force. He learned how to fight, and how to weild the force without using emotions. He made enough money fighting with people to buy him some new cloathing and an iron chestplate. He eventually took the ultimate test of his manhood when he finally decided to tatoo his lekku, which was very painful for him. He has seen many things, and has been through much as well. At the age of 36, he became a jedi knight and is a well respected by the Jedi Masters of the Temple and treated as though he was a master instead of a knight.
Skills:fighting, and mechanical
Ship:upgraded v-wing
items:chest plate, cloathing
Weapons:none
Rank:Jedi Knight
Lightsaber: Yes
Type: dual
Color: Orange and green
Fighting Style: Form X, and Form V
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 6:58 pm
Class: Jedi medic
Name Uyo Cloudscape (For more information go to www.freewebs.com/uyo-cloudscape )
Age:32
Race: Human
Height:5'11"
Weight:165
Home Planet: The small moon of Orboro
Appearance: (Image of character in signature.) A grey sash hide greyish eyes. His right arm is that of HK-47. Usually wears soft grey robes and a heavy outer grey robe.
Skills: Defensive fighting. A modified version of the soresu style. Medical skills unparalelled.
Ship: Anything he stowes himself away on.
Items: His own lightsaber. His brothers orange lightsaber that he keeps as a momento. A metal case that he holds several of his journals in, in addition to all his medical supplies. A small palm size torch.
Weapon: A single bladed lightsaber. Violet crystal.
Rank: Jedi sheperd.
Lightsaber: yes
Type: single
Color: Violet
Fighting style: Modified soresu. Shotokan martial arts.
Speech color:Uyo Cloudscape
HK-47
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