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Name:Jian Yamamura
Age: 19
Race: Human, Humbarine
Gender: Male
Force Affiliation: Jedi Order
Force Class: Jedi Sentinel Knight-errant

Lightsaber Description: A yellow Single Blade (until he makes his own) - http://invirion.deviantart.com/art/Beedo-s-Lightsaber-20590425
Lightsaber Style: Shii-Cho (1), Ataru (2), (2 points leftover)
Special Trait: Lorekeeper
Force Powers:
Level 1: Art of Movement, Force Sense, Comprehend speech, Telekinesis (4)
Level 2: Force Speed, Force Jump, Battle Precognition (6)

Gained since the RP:
Force Power Level 2: Force push/pull, Force Stealth (4FP, 1 point unused)

Appearance: http://battousairk.deviantart.com/art/Original-Huo-Jian-47685707
A tanned honey skin tone with dark eyes, standing about 1.65 meters tall, Jian is perhaps unremarkable for a Humbarine native save for his lighter hair color. He often wears his hair down in a tied knot of cloth, keeping his bangs free and cut short. His standard attire may be somewhat more formal than normal, though it seems to work for him. He cites Lucien Draay as a formidable comparison in the fashion sense.
Bio: Born on Humbarine, the youth was like many students that come to the jedi temple; he was neither fancy with his lightsaber, nor strong in the force. However, he did show an unusual skill level above that of his peers when handling his blade and the force in conjunction. A student through-in-through, his former teacher often caught him in the library exploring through the exploits of the past and the jedi whose technique he desired to aspire to. His own homeworld boasted a fair amount of history, though Jian cared little for the war machine which dominated the commercial output of the system. Upon his 9th birthday, he opted to take the initiate trials alongside several others, one 11 the other 16. Jian passed with surprisingly accurate force aptitude and knowledge, even though his body was not fully skilled in the lightsaber. Given consideration about this, he was eventually adopted by a master, and taught further in the ways.

Now, as a Knight-errant, Jian has wandered far from the core. With the Sith Emperor's incursion, Jian has been dispatched to the Xappyh Sector to rally people to help proceed into the Aparo Sector, fallen only a month before.

Personal Quote: "If I had a personal quote, I probably wouldn't be where I am today."
Personal Theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BbhaOnLwd-Q&feature=related
Longer one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNS_xFA0sIc&feature=related

Name: Danika
Age: Early 20s
Race: Arkanian Offshoot/Zeltron
Gender: Female
Force Affiliation: Jedi
Force Class: Jedi Sentinel, Knight

Lightsaber Description: A customized blue lightwhip ( Only stuns )
Lightsaber Style: Shii-Cho, Makashi, Ataru
Special Trait: Weapons Master
Force Powers: Art of Movement, Force Sense, Comprehend Speech, Telekinesis, Force Speed, Force Jump, Empathy, Hibernation Trance, Force Healing, Force Stealth, Force Cloak, Force Push/Pull, Detoxify Poison, Force Persuasion

Gained from Chapter 1: 2 Force Points ( Force Persuasion )
Gained from Chapter 2: 2 Force Points

Appearance: A beautiful young woman with dark brown hair and dark blue eyes, appearing human thanks to her mixed race, except for pointed ears due to a genetic defect because of it. She wears very skimpy clothing, mostly dancer outfits consisting of bikinis, veils, and a few other accessories. Example
Bio: Danika had a natural talent for dancing at an early age, and that caught the attention of slavers. She was captured and sold into slavery. Eventually she was rescued by a Jedi who took her away to train after discovering her Force sensitivity. Her skills with dancing made her a natural with the Makashi form's focus on balance and elegance and the Ataru form's focus on agility. Combining elements of both, she developed her own style that uses her natural skills, resulting in dancing when she fights. Her movements made a standard lightsaber impractical, but a lightwhip was perfect for her unique style. Upon reaching the rank of Jedi Knight, she began to perform assignments for the Jedi Order on her own. She was a pacifist by nature. She understood the need for confrontations with enemies when all else failed, but she refused to kill, and her lightwhip was made so that it could only stun her enemies, believing that no one was beyond redemption.

Personal Quote: " I don't wish to fight you. I'd rather dance for you. "
Personal Theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3lWwBslWqg

Name: Caisar Adonexus
Age: 34
Race: Half-Firrerreo
Gender: Male
Force Affiliation: Jedi Order/Galactic Republic
Force Class:Consular; Knight ***

Lightsaber description: Curved Hilt, Dual-Phase - Orange Blade
Lightsaber Style: 4/6pts Shii-Cho *, Makashi ***
Special Trait: Lorekeeper
Other Equipment: Personal Datapad, basic utility belt.
Force Powers: 34/35pts
Control:
Art of Movement > Force Speed
< Breath Control
< Hibernation Control > Force Healing
< Force Stealth
Sense:
Force Sense > Empathy
Comprehend Speech > Telepathy
Battle Precognition
< Force Visions > Psychometry
Alter:
Telekinesis > Force Push/Pull > Force Wave
< < Force Deflect(Kinetic)

Bio: Born to a family of House Pelagia in the Tapani Sector, which had a very long tradition of Jedi Knights, Caisar was a particularly gifted student of the Force, already displaying fine talent in telekinesis and abilities of the mind and Sense when he was brought to the Jedi Temple at Alaris Prime at the age of seven. His life before had been one of tension, scandal, and much debate, his mother, - a Firrerreoen - being an unrecognized spouse of his father, a noble of House Pelagia, the boy would have been denied his heritage and forced into a life of mockery and insult had they stayed in the system, but it seems Fate had another road for him. Incredible focus and discipline from a youth had him pegged for a Consular's role very early in his training. At the age of eleven, he passed the Padawan Trails and was taken in by a tutor, a skilled draethos sage and historian by the name of Mel'chezzad. As a gift to his new student, Mel'chezzad entrusted to the boy a holocron of an old friend, a small, teal octagonal prism with the memoirs and knowledge of Castron Paddox - a Tapani Jedi Weapons Master who survived the Jedi Civil War - recorded on it due to the boys increasing interest with lightsaber dueling and Form II, and a fascination with the sword-fighting traditions from his home system, turning childish obsession to disciplined learning. For three years the boy trained at the hands of Master Mel'chezzad on Alaris Prime, training with lightsaber instructors and combing the depths of the forest planet with his Master. Despite his aptitude in lightsaber combat, he continued to be submitted to Force-intensive training.

Caisar was a model student to Mel'chezzad, though often becoming irritated with the draethos' centuries-old patience and seemingly military-mindedness for lesson scheduling. After some time spent on Alaris Prime, they took a shuttle and loaded it with supplies, then set off into the Outer Rim, just beyond the furtherest border of the Tingel Arm. There, they landed on a planet, one that his Master seemed quite familiar with, this planet was mostly plains, hills, and sprawling chains of mountain ranges, with a large ocean dominating one hemisphere. This is were, he was told by Mel'chezzad, his real training would begin. Though the aura this planet had was incredibly mixed and virtually unreadable, it was as if at some point in its history, a massively devastating event had occurred through the use of the Dark side of the Forcw, but the Living Force was vibrant and more active than Caisar had ever seen anywhere else. Most of his spare time in those years on the planet were spent in the hills of the remote planet the Master had brought him too, training on everything the holocron's gatekeeper taught him, and exploring the ancient ruins that dotted the plants landscape. With far too much of a hunger for the unknown and curiosity about 'over the next hill' more than once did he become lost or napped through an entire afternoon and into the next day in the wilderness, much do Mel'chezzads disappointment when his student eventually turned up.

His Master told of the eons of his life to the boy, dating back to over 600 years, and the multitude of conflicts it encompassed. He learned much about the Living Force and archaeology, as well as a wealth of knowledge from the dozens and dozens holobooks the Master had brought, Caisar suspecting he had robbed the Temple's archives blind. His book learning had a broad knowledge basis, from military stratagem, to Sith Cults, Exar Kun, ancient Force organizations, politics, medicine and injury treatment, and even the herbal uses of 200,000 different flora throughout the galaxy. He taught him of the Unifying Force, as well as the Living Force, and the differences in the philosophy.

Only once did the Master ever track down the boy during these jaunts. The boy had descended through a particularly large ruin near a large mountain, with tunnels winding all through the subterranean and some leading to crumbling archways to the surface. The padawan had found his way to a massive, ancient stone door while lost in one passageway. Approaching the door, Mel'chezzad seemed to appear from no-space behind the boy, pulling him back. He was instructed never to return to the ruins and brought back to camp.

Four years of his training was spent on this planet, with only short returns to the galaxy and the Temple on Alaris Prime. Caisar continued to learn from the holocron and Mel'chezzad. His link to the Force and his influence over it and himself was superb and at the end of his forth year, Caisar was brought back to the massive ruins and led back to the stone door by his master. He was then informed of its true nature, it having been the main temple for an ancient Force order, predating the Jedi and even FTL capability by the Rakata, the ruins were at least 40,000 years old. Given a canteen, rebreather, and a chemical torch, he was instructed to find his way to the meditation chamber deep within the massive subterranean temple. His Master shut the door behind him and Caisar started further down the underground passage. Hours passed, then a day, and that day was nearly over before he found the meditation chamber.

Sitting in the center of the massive vaulted room, he slipped into a deep trance. Though he was unsure of the amount of time that passed before it started, his mind was assaulted by hundreds, if not thousands of Force Ghosts. These were the remnants of that ancient culture of monks, and they set him to trial, answering none of his pleading questions. He was submitted do acts of incredible mental strain, and his willpower was tested, the assault on his mind and the trials even affected his physical being, his muscles ached and tensed, and if someone were to have listened, his screams would have been left ringings in their ears. For a week this lasted, until Caisar finished all the trials the old monks had to give. Silently they left his presence, and his mind was quiet. His torch had long since burned out, but the Force led him through the pitch black passageways. In a matter of a few hours, he made his way to the surface, though not through the stone door. In the massive courtyard of the ruins, Mel'chezzad waited in the shuttle, with the entire camp packed up. Without speaking, Caisar boarded the craft and they departed the planet. To this day, the trails of the Force Ghosts are the most harrowing and difficult experience he has ever been through. He left the strange planet that day a man, no-longer the boy that journeyed there four years prior. His body and mind had been changed, conditioned, and now grown strong. He was powerful in the Force to be sure, and now his potential shone ahead of him like a beacon.

On Alaris Prime, Caisar was brought before the Council, taking their simple trial with ease, though the trail in the ruins was never mentioned, he knew that the test had not been sanctioned, but he trusted his Master. He was to construct a lightsaber for his Knighting Ceremony, and Caisar already had two ideas in mind. While consulting Castron Paddox's Holocron, he had found references to two unique designs; One advanced design of the venerable lightfoil, and the other of the specialized Form II curved-hilt lightsaber. Deciding the later would be the wisest choice for his style, he spoke to a Jedi Artisan and a Weapons Master, then set out too gather to correct components for this difficult design. This search took him over six months and ended at Mustafar, where he found the perfect crystals, growing in a deep cavern inside of one of the planet's super-volcanoes. Returning to the Temple, he constructed the lightsaber, and displayed it to the council, igniting its burnt-orange blade for all the see, but decided not to stage the most important aspect of its design, the dual-phase setting, which would extend the blade out to a staggering 2.5 meters once triggered, the very reason the search for the perfect crystals took him so long and the auxiliary power-cell was required. Impressed by the resourcefulness of the young man, the Council began the Knighting Ceremony. He was now a fully-fledged Jedi Knight.

After leaving Alaris Prime, he spent sometime in the Vero System on the Outer Rim. With a governmental system similar to his home, he was a good candidate as the Sector's Watchman. Though not technically a Jedi Sentinel, as a Consular he had been trained by his mentor to understand the machinations of diplomacy and political intrigue to operate in the courts of Vero Prime. Facilitating the transfers of prime Jedi candidates and acting as the Republic's eyes and ears in the system, it also allowed the young Knight to learn his way around people after the four years of near complete isolation. He disposed of several corporate spies and a coup attempt by a lesser noble family, building a trust with the ruling family. Though after two years, he was replaced by a more experienced Watchman who had hailed from the system. This next time he visited the system, it would be ten years later to attend the funeral of the monarch.

For several years afterward, he followed after his former mentor on archaeological digs throughout the remotest corners of the galaxy, making several discoveries himself on ancient Force organizations and Sith cults that were recorded and sent to Jedi archives throughout the galaxy. When he was 26, he began receiving duties from the Temple on Coruscant, living on the city-planet for sometime, serving as an adviser to the Senator of his home sector, as well as an assistant to the Head Archivist of the Order. Eventually he returned to Alaris Prime.

Over the years, Caisar continued to study under the tutelage of Caston Paddox's Holocron, becoming quite accomplished in his methods of dueling. Though the venerated duelist still had more to teach him, there were also several references to techniques that allowed for a swift and surprising edge in combat. Seeking to find a manner in which he can unlock the rest of this knowledge, he continues to research more about his own heritage, other renowned duelist of older times, and the history of Castron Paddox.

He has also sought more information about the planet he was trained on and its tradition of Force-wielding monks over the years, though this seems to be a secret that his Master kept to himself, as it is not mentioned in any of his works. The trials he was put through and the unique architecture being his only hints to any further knowledge, believing that deeper understanding of who they were and why they disappeared would lead him and the rest of the Jedi to a better understanding of the Force.

Appearance: Traditional Jedi Tunic
Standing 1.83 meters and weighing 76 kilos, Caisar was considered tall for a baseline human, though only average by his mother's people. Piercing azure blue eyes, with chocolate brown hair, with hints of copper, giving it a reddish glint in the light. Though he lacked the gold skin of the Firrerroan and only had slight overdeveloped canines, though his tanned olive skin(think Mediterranean, not Mirialan) would 'brighten' when his emotions raised, and scar tissue would turn a golden hue.
When going out or on formal or official occasions, he would wear his fine jedi tunic, coat, and dark robes, but on personal occasions or out on field work, he wore plain tunics with form-fitted long-sleeved undershirts and sparse trousers tucked into flexible shin-boots. His lightsaber was always either kept in its leather holster beneath his coat, in the folds of his Jedi tunic, or clipped to a belt, but it was never out of reach at an instants requirement. Several pouches of survival gear and tools are kept around his waist and a bandoleer he sometimes sports. He also bore a sporting pistol for small game whilst trasping through the wilderness

Personal quote: "One can see history all around us, and influence from others can be seen in that, one must only connect the similarities and sort out the trivialities to see the clear path to the past's truth. That is where real understanding begins." - "A lightsaber is good and all, it has the ability to cut through nearly any substance in the galaxy, but without discipline, all you have is little more than a knife to cut your food with, or perhaps that wall over there. No, owning and knowing how to swing a lightsaber without injury to oneself does not make one a capable fighter. I will show you the true way to wield this elegant tool of war."
Personal Theme:ython, The Wellspring - Wilbert Roget II

Name: Dashara Ette
Age: 23
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Force Affiliation: Jedi
Force Class: Padawan
Lightsaber description:Training Saber (Until Later on)
Lightsaber Style: Shii-Cho

-Style Points Spent:1
-Total Force Points: 3

Special Trait: Jedi Ace
Force Powers: Art of movement, Force Sense, Comprehend speech, telekineseis

Appearance: Dashara Ette

Bio: Born on the smuggler's moon that was Nar Shadaa, Dashara Ette survived on what she could easily lift with lax security. Taking food and scraps of metal junk and other raw materials that she could try to make out of. She had repeated the same routine and did it alone at the age seventeen to nineteen. However, in her younger years as a teenager, she had a younger brother that she tried to provide for, but succumbed to a serious sickness that he contracted at age ten and the sad factor of malnutrition. The biological parents were a mystery to her.

One day, there were a small group of foreigners looking about the under city of the moon with a dropped guard and had no sense of keeping their wits about them. Dashara took this as easy targets and silently tagged along; unaware of previous muggers before her had attempted to do the same. When they came into a darkened street, she reached out her slender hand to grab the thick, metal stick that was half concealed in their strange garments, its possessor had gently seized her wrist. The young teen fought back fiercely, but was easily subdued the strangers.

Much to her surprise however, her life had not been forfeit. Instead she had been looked upon with interest. Dashara was quite puzzled until the one who seized her had given her some food and sat with the other strangers in the ally with her to explain the sudden interest that came with a proposition. These figures turned out to be special users of a strange entity called Jedi. Apparently, they were sent to Coruscant for training and also seeked out people who also had the aura of this "force". At first she was reluctant to agree to go with them, but the desire to move on was greater than the nostalgia of the lingering memory of her dead brother who she still kept dear to her. And so she agreed and prepared for a new life....

Years later at age twenty-three, Dashara developed skill to hone with her Jedi training...along with some bad habits. She had a facade of politeness with a tinge of impulsive brawling at the tiniest sign of nay saying that was spoken against her. However, when out of the eyes of her teachers with the exception of few who watched all, Dashara developed a taste for card gambling and engaging in drinking contests. Her personality is rough and outgoing. The habit of lifting things didn't seem to leave her childhood, though it was more out of spite than need. Although she would soften under strict scolding from her teachers. And just like a boy who likes a girl she would tease or make them the source of humiliation.

Personal quote: "All you do is talk! How about some action over here?!"

Personal Theme sad (Currently working on it))

Name: Valkore Fraust
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Dar'Manda)
Main weapon: Slugthrower carbine
Side weapon: Blaster pistol
Affiliation: Sith

Special Item: Strange armor; red Neo Crusader, equipped with a jetpack.

Short History: Valkore, born and raised on Shogun, is an outcast Mandalorian. He was brought up as a warrior, armed and armored, prepared to fight and die for Mandalore. The "glory" that came with battle wasn't ever enough for this man. He was a man of greed. His reason for being dubbed "Dar'Manda" is speculated to cold blooded murder and the lack of paying clan dues. A man of true scum and villainy, Valkore took the title with pride. His name is now recognized as a reliable contractor.

Description: Valkore stands at just about six foot. He is a man with a muscular build and a light tan. His face is almost unforgettable, if one ever saw it outside of an assignment. A scar runs down the right side of his face. Eyes, light blue, seem to give him the slightest innocent appearance. His facial hair is always shaved and fashioned with thick gotee. His left forearm is tattooed with a heart being pierced by a dagger. His voice, as cold as his demeanor may be, is deep and pure. If you could manage to get through this man and listen to his side of life, it might sound pleasing.

Personal quote: "Money, money, fighting."
Personal Theme: [x]

Name: Sythica Ephese
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Main weapon: Sith Trooper Standard Blaster Rifle
Side weapon: Boot knife, flamethrower, Vibroblade
Affiliation: Sith Empire

Special Item: Exotic weapon proficiency [Vibroweapons, Flamethrowers]
Sythica enjoys getting into the fray. As such, the closer the quarters, the better the combat. Her weapon choices reflect this nature, and she especially revels in the idea of fighting a jedi...

Short History: Sythica Ephese. Her name might not mean much to those outside the empire, or even outside of her squad. She intends to change all that.

Sythica, proud soldier in service to the emperor, was part of the hidden empire building on Dromund Kaas. While hidden during it's rebuild, more than just Force Users stayed there. Slaves were needed to build the Imperial war machine, and soldiers needed to help turn the tide in the war alongside the droids. That is where Sythica comes in. As a daughter of slaves, she demonstrated fierce fighting ability, and got lucky. During an attack on her overseer, a sith was passing by that saw her nature in battle. Amused, he inducted her up into the military, letting her talents for battle flourish.

Now, the time for conquest has come. Sythica now seeks to make her stand, and make a name for herself as one of the emperor's faithful.

Description: http://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=369251
Formal uniform: http://pn655321.deviantart.com/art/Hydian-Sith-Soldier-257104900
Armor: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XdP6Lp2ceqY/S1EQ_8_pL7I/AAAAAAAAGjc/1N0DUuNSeQM/s400/trooper.jpg

Personal quote: "For the Emprah!"
Personal Theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYiZsZmLBN0&feature=related



Name: Kira Dol
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Miralian
Main weapon: Zabrak Tystel Heavy Blaster Pistol
Side weapon: Arkanian Sonic Blaster
Affiliation: Independent Trader
Point total: 1 Ship point, 9 Gear points.
Purchase ship (free), Level 3 upgrade (2), Level 3 Hyperdrive (2), 1 Medium Blaster Cannon (1), Medium Ion Cannon (2), Enlarged Power Core (1)

Level 1 Pistol (free), Level 1 Sidearm (free), Weapon focus pistols (1), Quickdraw (1)

Special Item: Ship - the Tranquility

Short History: The daughter of a soldier who retired into the transport buisness, Kira's father died after being fired upon by pirates. Believing his ship was fast enough to out-run the guns, he quickly discovered it wasn't, and subsequently was destroyed. Her mother, wishing nothing to do with the skies above, instead chose to shelter Kira on the planet. The young Kira left home soon afterwards at the age of 14, her mother slowly losing a battle against drugs and alcohol, and never looked back. Gathering up her father's journals at home, she enlisted into a trading company until 16 years of age, where she took her father's savvy knowledge to gamble herself into a dusty derelict freighter. Giving it a fresh coat of paint, and naming it the Tranquility after a home which had none, Kira broke into the trading buisness, often running a decent smuggling gig on the side. Her only companion as of date is an old Ge-3 protocol droid which was leftover from a refused sale she kept aboard. So far, it has only helped her buisness practices, often keeping a small transmitter in her ear to give advice regarding negotiations and dealings. Kira is rather blunt by nature otherwise, but is helped along by the droid in using her latent charms to win over customers.

Description: http://hausofdye.deviantart.com/art/Nomura-Usutu-by-suppa-rider-261611809

Personal quote: "The 'Verse always provides. It's much like an eternal river, best not be swimmin' upstream."
Personal Theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbUdQtj-6uo
Personal Ship: The Tranquility Mon Calimari MB-15 Merchant Freighter
Speed: 6/10
Manueverability: 6/10
Shielding: 8/10
Armor: 6/10
Sensors: 6/10
Hyperdrive: x2.0
Life support systems: Yes
Armament: 1 Medium Blaster Cannons, 1x Medium Ion Cannon


http://nukeout.deviantart.com/art/Class-B-Merchant-Freighter-146032305

Specific Details:
- Classification: Medium Bulk Freighter
- Length: 90 m
- Depth: 30m
- Clearance: 2M
- MGLT: 65 (75 for the falcon)
- Max Speed: 1050 km/h atmospheric (Same as falcon)
- Powerplant: Duliss-Calven 6P-VV type 140gw. inter-phased fusion core
- Propulsion: 4 Kolopi-Sha 7U-EE ion propulsion chambers (main) 32 gravities (estimated) / 12 Kolopi-Sha 7U-EE ion propulsion chambers (retro) 128 gravities (estimated)
- Shielding: Kaladean-Bosk BB-9H-90-G model defensive shield generator and arrays (320-280GW shield grid)
- Cargo Capacity: 4,000 tons

Name: Alyn Roc
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Main weapon: Accelerated Charge Particle Rifle with Grenade Launcher
Side weapon: Vibrosword
Affiliation: Self (Republic Leaning)

Special Item: Exotic Weapon Proficiency – Accelerated Charged Particle Rifle, Heavy Weapons

Short History: Alyn Roc hoped to rise to better things, but the dirty womp rat infested outer-rim world which he was born upon didn’t exactly give him a leg up. Plagued by gang violence and drugs as it lay on the border of Hutt space, Alyn learned to fight on the streets, picking up the basics of combat from firefights with other gangs. In one of these early fights he managed to drop the leader of an opposing gang, a trandoshan who had claimed a battered Czerka made ACP rifle equipped with a mounted grenade launcher. The weapon became his prized possession, though it suffered a number of problems including expensive ammunition.

As he grew older he managed to hook up with a mercenary company that was passing through and his new comrades taught him the basics of demolitions and tactics. They worked escorting convoys often fighting Sith or Mandalorian raiders and more than once helped to repel borders on the battered hammerhead-class cruiser they held, until they were finally bested and Alyn found himself in an escape pod.

The remains of the crew gathered after they landed and started working to pull a company together as the Sith took the world they landed on.

Description: Bright blue eyes are his most dominating feature and seem to gleam all the brighter thanks to his dark complexion and soft brown hair. He looks average and unassuming with a lanky build and rather plain features. He usually wears a grungy and worn brown cloak over a simple combat jumpsuit with web gear that looks as though it has been through a thousand battles. The ACP rifle he holds looks battered and scorched but still functions, while the vibrosword at his hip looks as though it’s seen better days as well.

Personal quote: “You expect me to give a damn if we’re losing? Every battle I’ve fought I’ve lost, good thing we were paid in advance.”


Name: Zaala Xor
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Human (Sith Ancestry)
Main weapon: Heavy Blaster Pistol
Side weapon: Vibrosword
Affiliation: Self (Former Sith Operative)

Special Item: Strange Armor – (Sith Operative Field Kit featuring Cortosis Alloy)

Short History: Formerly of the 8259th Jackals, Zaala Xor is the lone survivor of the unit when it was decimated in an attack against a mercenary group trying to negotiate with a local merchant for passage off world. During the attack she was wounded by an ACP round in her hip and out of the fight whiles her unit including its field leader, a Sith Initiate, was completely decimated.

Faced with the defeat of her unit and execution for the bloody failure of the operation, she offered the only mercenary survivor, Alyn Roc, a thousand credits to help her escape. In the fight that followed while she was pursued by Darth Cinn and was forced to expend or abandon almost all of her field equipment beside that which she was wearing… a suit of sith manufactured light armor made with cortosis alloy. Lightsaber resistant it also had the added benefit of causing lightsabers with dimetris circuits in the activation loop to shut down on impact, unfortunately most lightsabers of the era lack this weakness.

She rarely reveals much about her life before then, mentioning only a family tradition of service to the empire and undergoing training in infiltration and combat since she was the age of eleven. She claims to have washed out of the Imperial Intelligence training program and was left with little choice but to join the Imperial Army where she quickly rose to assistant leader of her squad before its destruction, and didn’t make squad leader mostly due to being under the command of a Sith Initiate.

Description: Standing at a slight 1.58 meters (5’2) and weighing in at a light 67 kilos (148 lbs.) Zaala has a tan complexion and dark blonde hair. Her eyes are a gold color that shines slightly in dim light giving her better than average vision in darkness. They are the only hint of the non-human blood that flows in her veins. Her face has been marred by a set of long scratches that draw across her left cheek from shrapnel caught while escaping Sith service.

Personal quote: “I’m alive… s**t. That means they’ll still be after me… Maybe they think I’m dead, that’d be nice.”

Name: Jennifer Morrison
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Main weapon: Standard Issue Republic Military Blaster Rifle
Side weapon: Standard Issue Republic Military Blaster Pistol
Affiliation: Republic Reactionary Forces, Republic Airborn Division(Republic)

Special Item: Exotic Weapon Proficiency
- Merr-Sonn Munitions Slugthrower
- Vibroblade

Short History: Jennifer was born and raised on Balmorra. The daughter of a family of farmers, she spent her early years as a tomboy, helping out on the farm, whether it was raising crops or herding nerf. At 13, she attended a private school in Sobrik, where she graduated top of her class and captain of the Girls' Wrestling team. She also joined the school's JROTC program, as a Junior Republic Marine. At graduation, she had the rank of Platoon CO.

At 18, Jennifer enlisted in the Republic Armed Forces. Ever the adventure-seeker, and a very intelligent woman, she volunteered to be part of a relatively new program: the Republic Reactionary Forces. The RRF serve as a group of Republic soldiers who are trained and sent to flashpoints across Republic space. The Reactionary Forces serve as a first response team wherever they are needed. Typically speaking, Reactionary Forces are trained much the same way standard infantry is, focusing on being mobile assault forces for rapid deployment. The Reactionary Forces arrive at a flashpoint in their corvette, where they assess the situation and how quickly they are needed. From that point they are shuttled down to either establish a beachfront for future military action, or shuttle directly into combat to establish dominance, and then establish a beachfront. The overall goal of the force is to respond to an attack as quickly as possible and provide assistance and protection until reinforcements arrive. The RRF are armed as infantry with some mobile support for fast transit, including speeders and light walkers, as available. Because of this, most hardware used by the RFF is requisitioned from the Republic Navy or Army.

After passing through bootcamp and basic training, Jennifer was assigned to the RFF. She enjoyed a few years of relative quiet until shortly before the Great Galactic War, Jennifer saw her first action in a reaction team that was sent to the Mandalore sector, to deal with an uprising. She witnessed firsthand the ferocity of the Mandalorians, and helped hold her platoon together, until Republic reinforcements arrived to quell the conflict.

She has since been promoted to Sargeant, and serves as second in command of RRF Platoon 3, Falcon Company. Falcon Company (one of the four companies that made up the RRF) has since been assigned to the growing conflict in the Outer Rim. With the arrival of a major Sith invasion fleet, Falcon Company has been sent to Point Besh to rendez-vous with the Jedi representative assigned to invesitgate the invasion, and to assist in any way possible. Falcon Company arrived at Point Besh not long ago, before transiting to the Minos Cluster, ready to tackle whatever forces threaten the Republic.

Description: Jennifer

Jennifer is a female human, born and raised on Balmorra. She has a plain enough appearance with long brown hair. She usually keeps it pinned up and out of the way, and only has it down for formal occasions, or showertime.

Personal quote: "Honor. Service. Sacrifice."

Personal Theme: Republic Theme- SWTOR Official Soundtrack

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Falcon Company travels on a Thranta-class warship, Falcon's Nest. Though technically run and maintained by the Republic Navy, the ship was attached to the Reactionary Forces for their use. Because of this service, it can be used and sent about without Senate approval.

Her three sister ships, Hawk's Nest, Eagle's Nest, and Raven's Nest serve as the command ships for the other companies of the Reactionary Forces.

Name: Thessa Reytal Vandreen
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Main weapon: DT-29 Holdout pistol
Side weapon: ---------------
Affiliation: The Republic

Special Item: Political Status: As a duly designated representative of the Galactic Republic, Thessa holds a special position under intergalactic law. She is afforded diplomatic immunity, a number of trained guards, and in lieu of contact with Coruscant, her word caries the same weight as the Senate.

Short History: Thessa Vandreen's family has long been a power on her native Brentaal, with Merchant Princes and Politicians alike littering her family tree. As the Vandreen family is now in one of its political phases, Thessa has found herself being groomed to become a senator like her father. The first steps along that cursus honorum, for her, was appointment as a Republic Ambassador. Granted with the power to represent the Senate, Thessa spent her time meeting dignitaries, settling disputes, and spreading good will around to improve the Republic's image in the eyes of the Galactic Population. Then the Sith struck and made things much more interesting. Now she rallies support for the Republic by making allies, organizing resistance movements and going on numerous diplomatic missions in the name of the Republic, using her Kestrel class ship, the Oradin Rose.

Description: A slender, dark haired woman of moderate height, Thessa is Intelligent, confident and energetic. She is more interested in getting things done than in discussing government theory and is a staunch opponent to the Sith Empire, viewing it as a tyrannical menace to Galactic Freedom and Democracy.
Ambassador Dress
Day to day garments

Personal quote: "Not all battles are won with soldiers."
Personal Theme: SWTOR OST: Alderaan theme

The Oradin Rose
Personal Ship: KDY Kestrel-class consular transport
Speed: Fast
Manueverability: Good
Shielding: Good
Armor: Bad
Hyperdrive: Yes
Life support systems: Yes
Armament: 2 Fire Linked Double Laser Cannons, Flare Launcher

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Name: Qaina
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Main weapons: D-200 Military Enforcer (right), Manhunter's Blaster Pistol (left)
Side weapons: Katar Punching Knife.
Affiliation: Self, Anin, Bounty Hunter's Creed,

Special Items: Armored Defense
Armor Tree: (Special items, 1 Point)
* Scavenged Trooper Armor: Class 1 (Density 1, Built in Comlink, HUD)
Weapon Tree: (5 Points: Weapon Focus(Pistols), Dual Wield,)
*D-200 Military Enforcer: Starter gear, Improved, Penetration+1
*Manhunter's Blaster: Purchased
Short History:
When people hire a hunter, they don't ask about the Hunter's life story: where she came from, how she became a hunter and why. They only ask that the job they pay for gets done, which suits Qaina just fine. By her own admission her homeworld and childhood were "Boring as all get out." What little she's cared to divulge hints at life on a frontier world and being drafted into the local security force when she was a teen, which she escaped at the first chance she got.

Her Hunter Career seemed to have started on Nar Shaddaa where she worked as muscle and a blaster for hire but doing nothing significant. Only when she teamed up with a young Togruta named Anin did she really start rising above the common rabble. With Anin acting as her Intell gatherer and coordinator, Qaina was able to focus on the more physical aspects of the job, and together the two collected bounties on a number of wanted men, from gang leaders to smugglers and gunmen. Acquiring a small ship as a reward for bringing in one such mark in lieu of cash, the duo hit the space lanes. Still considered amateur hunter, Qaina plans on hitting the big leagues and possibly earning a spot in the Great Hunt.

Description: Qaina is a solidly built woman standing 1.52m tall. She has dusky skin, dark hair pulled back into a pony tail, a serpentine tattoo on the right side of her face and a scar on her left cheek. Her blue and white armor is patched together from scavenged pieces of Republic Trooper armor found or acquired through unknown means.

Personal quote: "Oh quit crying. You act like I shot you somewhere important."
Personal Theme: No heaven

Personal Ship: Naga, modified Rendili Hyperworks Remora class boarding ship (Stock vessel, owned by Qaina's partner)
Speed: Fast
Manueverability: Good
Shielding: Bad
Armor: Moderate
Hyperdrive: yes
Life support systems: yes
Armament:Light Concussion Missiles x4, 2 Forward laser Cannons, Tractor Beam

Name: Lieutenant Warren McJump
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Lepi
Main weapon: Tactics
Side weapon: Blaster Pistol, Officer's sword.
Affiliation: Republic Navy.

Commands:
Army- Rank 1
Navy - Rank 2

Special Item: Flagship Command, currently the Indefatigable
The Indefatigable is an aging Foray-class Blockade Runner, described as a frigate even though it's smaller than most corvettes, and older than the new Thranta-class.

Short History: Warren McJump was one of 17 children born on the homeworld of Coachelle Prime. Like many of his kind, he left home with a sense of curiosity, wonder, and a burning desire to lead a better, newer, and more cunning lifetime. Growing up on the stories and exploits of pirate captains, the young Lepi had quite a bit more work cut out for him than he originally believed.

After a failed year running with the wrong gangs and people, Warren grew tired of trying to jump into adventure only to find himself on the wrong side of the police baton, and attempted to enlist in the Republic Navy to start a new life. Having no coreworld connections, however, left what amounted to a career as a slow and unyielding type, as he was transferred to his native sector anti-piratical fleet. However, the force smiled upon the young lagomorph, and with his previous experience, turned what would have amounted into a dead-end job into a flawless record of arrest, searches, seizures, and defenses. Even though the area was relatively "boring" compared to the glittering coruscant types and the outer rim's constant evils, a mid-rim rabbit managed to attain certain command of the particular fleet due to commendations, which impressed just the right people in the core.

Transferring out of the Silly Rabbit Constellation marked a chance for the Lepi to demonstrate how serious his people could be. The chagrin of other humans had only boldened the rabbit into proving his point till the end, taking part in the officer training courses of the Republic military to broaden his tactics and knowhow. Commissioned onboard a defensive fleet in the Elrood sector, the lepi's brash attitude was more evident, as his tactics proved bold against various criminal elements. However, this gained more scorn from the majority of his peers, whom in turn viewed him as a rogue. Despite their attempts to pin failures on him, Warren managed to deflect bigger ones back onto his compatriots, playing the political game just as well if not better than the complacent officers around him. In a bind to be rid of his annoying abilities to uncover their scandals, the upper echelons bought off the Lepi by granting him the command of a small corvette to appease him.

Now, along with the 8th defense fleet, Lieutenant Warren finds his role along the picket lines in the minos cluster, now testing his meddle in terms of battle and cunning against what may become the great sith encroachment, something that he's been more than vocal about to his commanding officers, much to their disdain.

Description: http://sipioc.deviantart.com/art/Captain-Bucky-O-Hare-52581008
A green lepi, standing about 1.72 meters tall. Adorned in his own alterations to the Republic uniforms, the rabbit tends to keep himself trim and proper in his own fashion.

Personal Ship: The Indefatigable, Hammer-Class Assault Frigate
Speed (vs other Capital ships): 6/10
Manueverability: 5/10
Shielding: 6/10
Armor: 5/10
Hyperdrive: x2.6
Life support systems: Yes
Armament: 3x Medium Turbolasers, 4x Ion Cannons, 12x Antifighter Laser Cannons, 4x Forward Mounted Torpedo Launchers, 2x Tractor Beams, Reinforced Prow

http://karanak.deviantart.com/art/Heavy-Cruiser-Hammer-157381530

Specific Details:
- Classification: Medium Frigate
- Length: 210 m
- Height: 135 m
- MGLT: 40 (40 for a Nebulon-B)
- Max Speed: 750 km/h atmospheric
- Cargo Capacity: 4,500 tons
- Crew: 240, Plus 2 squads of marines.

Personal quote: "For the last time, I don't eat carrots... Where does this rumor come from?"
Personal Theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZcLkG7vQrQI&feature=related

Name: Torrin Zaxx
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Main weapon: Heavy Blaster Pistol
Side weapon: Blaster Rifle
Affiliation: Self first, then Sith.

Special Item: Beskar'gam

Short History: Adopted as a child by a Mandalorian couple, Torrin caught on to their ways from the early age of 8, and never looked back. His mother taught him how to handle firearms and the fine art of the long-shot with a good blaster rifle, while his father schooled him in armed and unarmed close-quarters combat. He's quite good with even improvised weapons and isn't shy about using them if someone tries to crowd him so he can't shoot them. His parents and older brother were all killed in a battle between the Jedi and Sith. His only remaining family is his little sister, also adoptive, named Mika. From his point of view, the Jedi were the ones who provoked the conflict, so he holds holds a major grudge against the Jedi because of his personal losses, and this has led him to take some bounties from the Sith, hunting Jedi and their allies. Though not evil per se, he's driven by a desire for revenge, but also has a strong protective streak where Mika is concerned.

Description: Torrin is not unusually tall, about 5'9", but he's solidly built, with strong arms and shoulders. He keeps his black hair in a short, utilitarian cut. His eyes are pale blue. He has a rugged face with thin cheeks and lips, and a ragged scar across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones. His beskar'gam is a set of red-gold plates mounted on a dark red jumpsuit, the plates edged in black. His helmet is a similar color-scheme. He wears a faded, torn yellow cape as well, a set of obvious claw-tears in the diagonally-torn lower edge.

Personal quote: "Get deadly young, live to grow old."
Personal Theme: Vode An, naturally.

Name: Zhorin Mar-Shayal
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Falleen
Main weapon: Blaster Pistol
Side weapon: Stun Baton

Additional Equipment: Wire, datapad, tools
Affiliation: Independent Entrepreneur/Milo Gallis
Unique Trait: Armored Defense
Point total: 5
Short History: Zhorin never really fit into Falleen society. He has never been able to control his emotions the way a proper Falleen should and for this, he was somewhat outcast from them. It didn't help that he was practically obsessed with all things technological. Not that there is anything wrong with technology in Falleen society, but his overly eager attitude towards was. It never really bothered Zhorin all too much though, except for the disappointment he always sees in his parents eyes when he comes home from his job at a nearby mechanics shop. Thankfully he has a small shed he has converted into his own personal garage which is filled with dozens of unfinished works. Zhorin has a habit of starting to fix up something or devise a new invention, but rarely takes them all the way to completion. His greatest work is a suit of armor that he's been working on off and on for several years now. Although, by the look of it, you'd think it nothing more then a piece of junk, it's his pride and joy and he'll claim to anyone who'll listen (which is basically no one) about how this suit of armor will revolutionize the protective industry once it's complete.

Zhorin works as a mechanic at a shop where he gets the opportunity to meet new and interesting people for all corners of the galaxy. One such individual was Milo Gallis who completely shook up his life when some of Milo's previous "business partners" followed him to the repair shop where Zhorin worked and the two of them ended up fleeing the scene together in a speeder Zhorin had just finished working on earlier that morning.

Milo told Zhorin that he really needed to get off planet as quickly as possible, but that his ship's hyperdrive had recently suffered some problems and it was all he could do to get back to civilization. Zhorin agreed to help but needed to stop by his garage to pick up some tools and decided to pick up his armor and a couple blaster he had been messing around with as well, just in case.
Milo drove them to the docking station where Zhorin got quickly to work, but shortly before he finished, the "business partners" showed up again and this time they had brought plenty of help. Luckily, the only remaining work to the hyperdrive needed to be done on the interior, so Milo decided to take his chances and blast off, taking Zhorin along for the ride in order to finish the repairs while they traveled far enough away to be able to reach hyperspace safely. Zhorin was a little upset about being yanked out of his comfortable life so abruptly, but was quite intrigued by the tales of adventure that Milo spun for him and, after a very brief internal debate, agreed to join Milo and help keep the ship running.

Since then he's been traveling with Milo, making several modifications and upgrades to the ship when he wasn't working on his armor. He's even started helping out with some of Milo's plans, although he rarely fills Zhorin in on the full details as Zhorin is a horrendous liar and wouldn't even be able to keep a straight face if he tried.

Description:
Well, he generally does not dress that well normally
Zhorin is a little on the tall side for a Falleen, but would still be considered a bit short compared to a human (1.65m). Unlike many Falleen, he let his hair grow freely and binds it in a simple braid.. He has a rather youthful appearance, most people thinking he should still be in school. He has an innocent, naïve nature.

Personal quote: “That's, uh, that's completely normal. Don't worry, I've got it all under control.”

Personal Theme: Full Steam Space Machine by Royal Republic

Armor:
Zhorin's armor barely resembles what most people would consider armor. There are loose wires and energy coils barely held in place and the actual armor plating of it seems to be more of an after-thought then anything else. It takes Zhorin several minutes to get it on and get all the systems booted up and working properly and anyone else whose tried claims it's one of the most uncomfortable and awkward pieces of equipment they've ever been unfortunate enough to use. Zhorin is constantly modifying and tweaking it, so it's function is always dubious when called upon. He recently attached a small custom-built repulsorlift unit to it, which allows him to fly with it, though the mounting and orientation of it requires a little bit more work, but he's too busy working on the HUD to worry about that now.
The unfinished nature of his armor
Note the exposed wiring here
Note the exposed wiring and here