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 Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 11:22 pm
Post your profiles here. For more information on how to post a profile, check the Character Sheet and Creation topic.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 3:10 am
User-name: Rotabyss Posting: medium Time zone: gmt. ~Character Data~ Name: Akayan Race: Jawa Age: 10 Gender: Male Home planet: Tatooine Alignment:
Light: 75
Dark: 75
Class: Jedi Knight
Rank:Youngling ~Appearance~ Height: 3'0" Weight:66 lbs. Hair:ummm Eyes: Yellow Physical Description: A rainbow of ugly. short in stature as most Jawas are, he mostly keeps his face hidden as that is how the Jawa do. His Yellow eyes pierce through the darkness under the hood. Clothing: Brown Robes, and a bracelet to be placed on his right hand, as a self done padawan symbol. Background: Life on Tantooine was boring. When he wasn't slicing droids in the arid heat of the desert, or dealing with people wanting those droids, he was stuck in the sand crawler. He couldn't take it. He was found to have force powers at a very young age, but his elders told him to never use them because they didn't want to upset the balance between their shaman and he.This upset him to his core, because this was the one thing that made him special and he had to keep it bottled inside. before he was found by the council, he was known for being a rare jawa that did not run away immediately when beset upon by tuskan raiders. He always kept a large wrench with him as a Keeza (weapon), even though Keeza were rarely used. He would still have to run, but he always wanted the ability to be a Jawa that could stand up for himself if need be. And then the council found him. when they asked him, his family,the Elder, and the Shaman if he would begin his training on Tython, both responded simultaneously with a sonorous "IBANA!!!!"(yes.) The parents,elders, and shaman said so out of worry and relief, since they were scared all this time that his rash nature would get the whole tribe slain. Akayan responded in that way because he was ready to be free of the maker forsaken dust-ball. before he left, he was permitted to take his Monster droid that he had been cobbling together in his spare time, and a gear that he had bent the tines on. His unique monster droid would serve as a companion of sorts, and translate for those who did not speak his language with the use of a protocol droid's voice box. Personality: Brash, sometimes overconfident, however awe-struck by his surroundings. Joyful, and eager to prove himself to his comrades. Hates baths, even though they are mandatory for him now. Other: Has a Monster Droid from his days on the sand crawler. using the voice box from a protocol droid, he made a droid to follow him around and translate for him to those who can't speak jawaese. this droid is, however, still humanoid. Missions/achievements:
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C biggrin efeated 6 trianing droids, and a Sith Juyo droid with the aid of M'Arek.
D: Techniques:Martial Techniques-Shii-cho 2 23 10 15 20 25 30 35 40 45 50 10 25 45 70 100 135 175 220 270 Force Techniques-Force push 0 1 6 12 18 24 30 6 18 36 60 90 Force Pull Force Jump Tech Techniques-~Stats~ Health: 0 Stamina: 3 Attunement: 19 Strength: 3 Dexterity: 0 Constitution: 0 Intelligence: 2 Willpower: 3 Charisma: -1 Midi-Chlorian:16,000 ~Possessions~ Equipment:Training Saber: Green Valuables: Self-induced Padawan's bracelet made out of a gear. monster droid Translator. Credits:
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 4:04 am
User-name: Emily Marneth Posting: hopefully often, Time zone: GMT -7:00 ~Character Data~ Name: M'arek Race: Mirialan Age: 11 Gender: male Home planet: Mirial Alignment:
Light: 100
Dark: 50
Class: jedi
Rank: youngling ~Appearance~  Height: 5'1" Weight: 120 lbs Hair: Dark brown Eyes: ice blue Physical Description: Clothing: Wears dark red-brown robes, the color of bloodstained earth. Background: Born on Mirial, a frigid and barren planet, M'arek made his name known on account of his go-get'em attitude and the fact that his power with the force extended into his everyday life from the day he was born. When he came into the world, it was said that his first cry echoed through the minds of his entire village. Born in the middle of the frozen wastelands among a small group of outsiders, M'arek stood out from the rest of the population for his outstanding abilities. When he was still an infant, M'arek ceased crying, and would not even let the villagers know when he was hungry. His mother had died during childbirth, his father was killed on a hunting trip, and times were hard for the villagers. It seemed that on some level M'arek could sense this strife and didn't want to add to it. Quickly mastering the ability to speak Mirialan and to walk, M'arek began helping with the village duties before he was ever expected to lace his own boots. Born with skin that shone like fire and eyes as cold as the frozen landscape, M'arek had the odd habit of staring directly and unblinkingly into the eyes of the person he was talking to or that was talking to him. This, coupled with the powerful weight of his presence served to unsettle visitors who passed through camp, and his ability to work as hard as a full-grown man by the age of four earned him the respect of the villagers. He may not have been as physically strong, but he would put in extra hours doing the work in more manageable pieces. He began earning his tattoos at a younger age than many Mirialans simply for the fact that he insisted on being treated like one. He rejected food when there was not enough to go around, he prepared for battle when a threat arose, and he often hunted with the men in an effort to make himself useful and to do his part, even if it meant sneaking away when no one was looking to stalk the hunting party in order to join in. On one such hunting trip the men were ambushed by a pack of Maka (Large, aggressive haired lizards). The men were caught off guard and the Maka were preparing to charge over them. At this point, M'arek looked directly at the Maka leading the charge and roared. This scream lifted sand from the frozen, hard-packed desert floor and sent several of the Maka flying backwards. This particular scream rippled through the Force and was felt very far away from the village, even as far away as the spaceports and by other force sensitive residents and visitors to Mirial. Having saved the men of the expedition --and then proceeding to lead them on a rather successful hunting trip--, M'arek was rewarded with the last of the tattoos he would receive on Mirial. Shortly after this hunting trip, a visitor arrived in his village and when M'arek greeted her, bore the weight of his gaze without flinching. The visitor spoke with the elders and a special village council was gathered to deliberate on a ruling. So it was decided that M'arek was to leave the village and be trained by the jedi. The villagers assured him that it was the best thing for the boy, and that the jedi needed him more than they did. The only way they got him to agree is by getting him to understand that by protecting the galaxy he could also protect the village, and that he could bring news of their whereabouts to the spaceports to open up a new trade route, whereby the village might prosper. And with these missions, and little else to his name (most of his existence being without material possession for the sake of the village) he left for Tython. Personality: A fierce fighter with a cold stare, M'arek tends to put himself between the bad guy and the people he wants to protect. His outrageous midi-chlorian count and his proficiency with the force brought much attention down on him from the council, but he has little time for the propriety of everything that being a wonder boy entails. He much prefers to just bury himself in his training in an effort to become a more capable protector, feeling that he is nothing special, and not having heard more than a few passing fire circle stories of jedi. Other: M'arek has the bizarre and sometimes disturbing habit of locking eyes with the person he is talking to or fighting with and staring at them without blinking. He does not possess a gentle demeanor, and oftentimes frightens strangers or those who are not familiar with him. This serves to alienate him from other younglings, and to intimidate and upset his opponents while sparring. Missions/achievements:
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D: Techniques:Martial Techniques-unarmed combat 1 7 05 10 15 20 25 30 05 15 30 50 75 105 Shii-cho: rank 3 38 posts 10 15 20 25 30 35 40 45 50 10 25 45 70 100 135 175 220 270 since the first rank was free, it takes 10 to reach the second, not five. Force Techniques-Force push: rank 0 2 posts 6 12 18 24 30 6 18 36 60 90 Telekinesis: rank 1 7 posts 7 14 21 28 7 21 35 49 force scream 1*2 Force pull: rank 0 Force jump: rank 0 Tech Techniques-~Stats~ Health: 1 Stamina: 4 Attunement: 25 Strength: 4 Dexterity: -2 Constitution: 1 Intelligence: -1 Willpower: 4 Charisma: -1 Midi-Chlorian: 21,000 ~Possessions~ Equipment:training lightsaber (only deals stamina damage): blue ValuablesMoney:Credits:
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 12:21 am
User-name: Emily Marneth Posting: medium-high Time zone: GMT: -6:00 ~Character Data~ Name: Kira Race: Half-human, half Chiss Age: 23 Gender: female Home planet: Unknown Alignment:
Light: 1225
Dark: 425
Class: Jedi
Rank: Knight ~Appearance~ Height: 5'7" Weight: 110 pounds Hair: Dark brown/blue Eyes: light red, in the Chiss style Physical Description: Her skin is a pale blue, (emphasis somewhat on the pale). She is muscular and lean, like a feral animal, and as she walks, she has a subtle coiled feeling about her, as if she is ready to jump on something and rip its throat out with her teeth. She subtly turns her eyes to take in all of her environment (hard to tell; she has no pupils) and draws in information without drawing attention to herself. Normal human nature is to ignore the scary monster. Almost the entire left half of her torso is cybernetic, along with her right leg, high into the thigh. She keeps these covered up,  Clothing: Kira wears scraps of leather when she's in the field, but she wears a simple black robe (with pants) over her tribal outfit whenever she has to appear in council chambers or has to be seen by pretty much anyone in the academy. Background: Kira was born on a desert planet, home to smugglers and pirates on a planet inside Imperial space. From the very beginning, her life was not particularly normal. She would normally havve had to wait for adolescence and go to the Sith Academy on Korriban, if she wasn't just raised by the criminals on the planet. As it happened, a Republic spy was infiltrating the smuggling ring, as it was interfering with Republic trade routes. She was lucky enough that the spy recognized her worth, and after the pirates had kidnapped her, a Republic extraction team removed her from the planet, bringing her to the Jedi Academy on Tython. She excelled quickly in many of the subtler manipulations of the Force. She took a padawan as soon as she completed her own knight trials, (at a relatively early age), specializing in missions to the border planets and sensitive situations. While taking a mission to the outskirts of explored space (it was a subtler path to their destination), her ship was damaged. The vessel began disintegrating too quickly; the crew and her padawan were not going to be able to make it to the escape pod. Kira held an airlock door open (by having her left arm trapped in it) and blasted the last of the evacuees into the escape pod. It had enough juice to get them back to Republic space, but the launch system was jammed. As the corridor exploded, Kira felt the Force welling up inside her. She let it loose, and watched as the fire expanded, rushing toward her and filling the ship. The explosion blasted Kira back, the pressure destroying her leg (and cauterizing the wound, thankfully) while allowing the airlock to close. The inner door closed with Kira inside, but the escape pod was still jammed. She looked through the transparisteel door and saw her padawan, her crew, her friends, all about to die as the ship began building momentum for a catastrophic explosion. The reactor was melting down, and they didn't have time to wait. With a roar, Kira gave herself to the passions she felt building inside her, buried skin-deep in this intense situation. Giving herself to the dark side, Kira drew upon wells of strength that she could never imagine, and with a massive surge of power, she ripped the airlock from the ship. A burst of power used her pyrokinesis to flip the explosives that separated the escape pod. Her last conscious thought was to ignite the fuel to drive the pod forward, which sent her sealed airlock spiralling into space as she blacked out, content that her job was done. Kira awoke in the atmosphere of an unknown planet. She didn't know where she was, she had no way of figuring out whether the planet was safe, and she could only be sure of one thing; she would never be found. Airlocks weren't equipped with tracking beacons, this mission never officially happened, and they were outside republic space when they went down. If she was lucky the people of this planet had technology enough to communicate with a republic planet. If she was unlucky, she'd managed to wind up in Imperial space (unlikely) and the safe money was on her landing on either an uninhabited planet. She didn't really give that much thought, though; she was plummeting into an atmosphere, toward a green plain that stretched over a significant portion of the planet, interspersed with woods. She wasn't going to have a soft landing. She was going to die on impact. This angered her. She drew an amount of strength that she did not know she had to slow her descent, blasting the ground with the force to try and reduce speed. When the airlock hit the ground, Kira was immediately rendered unconscious in a storm of shattered, supersonic shards of transparisteel. When she awoke, Kira was less an arm, and a considerable portion of her torso was destroyed beyond reason, ribs shattered and she instinctively clutched her lightsaber in a deathgrip; the last point of normalcy in this dreamworld. She was inside a hut, being nursed back to health by human-like primitives. They pulled pieces of steel out, and they pried her lightsaber out of her hand as they were forced to remove what was left of her clothes, too burned to even be identified. With her lightsaber gone, she focused on the one thing she had left; pain. With a horrible surgery on her hands, Kira held on to the excruciating agony of the procedure, feeding that energy back into herself to cling her dying, bloodless body to the last shreds of life that it was attached to. It took months of recovery before she was able to move, with the support of a crutch, and the trauma of the entire incident led to her completely forgetting her past. The dark side guided her actions, and in return for her contract with the devil, she was allowed to cling to existence. She was helpful to the villagers that had taken her in; she was welcomed as a God, and their assistance in nurturing her back to health was seen as a trial to test their faith. Once she was lucid, she was the most powerful force user on the planet (most of them restricted to primitive forms of magic for healing and prophecy). There was a hunger in her, though, and she required her body back. She demanded to be returned to the site of her appearance on the planet; she believed going back to the place where she had fallen would help her regain her mission as a God. When she arrived, she found the skeletal remains of her arm, leg, and three ribs that had been broken in half. She surveyed the scene from the chair that the servants of the shaman in the village carried her on. She told them to put her down (she had learned the language relatively easily; it appeared to have roots similar to Basic) and she picked up the remains. She got an idea as she held her body in her hands. She instructed the servants to tell the villagers that their God had discovered Her purpose, and that they were to recover the wreckage. As an alternative, the entire village moved fifty miles away from its original location, to build itself again around the site of Her arrival, in celebration of their blessing. A people who celebrated hard work and hard fought existence (they somehow carved a living out of a world that was mostly grassland, so that influenced them in no small way), the villagers were quick to serve their God by doing more work. Nothing, they believed, was worth being gained easily, and anything that was given freely was to be cherished. Kira chose several of the most faithful and used the Force to implant her own knowledge into their minds. She could not remember where she had gained her mechanical skills, but she had retained them. The Chosen began erecting a shrine to Kira, which was mostly a furnace that would burn hot enough (with the assistance of Kira's innate fiery powers) to melt the durasteel that it was built from. Kira taught them how to melt and forge the steel, and as she coated the bones of her lost limbs in durasteel, they built swords and other weapons. Kira taught them the intricacies of mechanical design, and with the hydraulics from the wreck, she worked the metal bones into full limbs, while the Chosen built scraps of armor for themselves and their God. The entire village gathered for the ritual of Joining, when Kira used the force to assemble herself as if she were a lightsaber. In fact, their was no power cell in the airlock that could provide the function necessary for both limbs, and she chose to wire her lightsaber's battery into her cybernetic arm, nesting the entire hilt between the bones in the forearm of the mechanical limb, wearing a gauntlet forged by the Chosen to hold it in place. The Airlock's only salvageable power supply was a little bulkier, and she implanted it into the thigh of the leg. Neither limb was totally perfect, and she had to cover her destroyed ribs with bent strips of durasteel, but they were Kira's body. The arm and ribs were mounted into her spine, and with a little practice, Kira was able to use the sensors embedded in the metal to control the arm's major functions with little more than a thought, each one feeding on signals from her nervous system. The leg was wired into her lower spine, and operated on much the same principle. She'd had to gut every sensor in the airlock to put on at each junction point, but to have her body back, it was a small price to pay. The airlock had more than enough durasteel to reforge light armor and weapons for the tribe, and the remains of the wreck were left in the center of the village. Unbeknownst to the villagers, Kira had seen a vision of the fate of the village, and by extension, herself. They were all going to die. There was a war coming. No one kills Kira's worshippers. The village had unknowingly encroached upon the lands of the largest army on the planet. Armed with metal weapons and vast numbers, the enemy was not to be trifled with. Kira intended to sweep them away as so many motes of dust. The horizon blackened one day, and Kira instructed the villagers to prepare themselves. The reforging process had left the durasteel dull and black, and every warrior in the village was a shadow. Night fell, and the battle had not begun. Together, Kira and the Chosen (whom Kira had trained in the divine art of stealth) went into the enemy territory, swift and silent as ghosts, their armor and black-stained leather hiding them in the night, and the weight of the steel almost completely negligible. The Chosen went after the regular warriors, and Kira went for the leaders. Together, they slaughtered countless enemies, and when the sun began to rise, the other Kira Warriors primed their bows, firing flaming arrows into the sleeping forces. Kira led the charge, throwing fire and carving down hordes of enemies as the day dragged on, the enemy force disoriented and unprepared. The surrender sounded after noon. The armor of the Chosen Villagers was impossible to breach. They dressed light, but swords and arrows broke against what seemed like little more than leather. They were under divine protection, there was no other explanation. Kira gave them an offer; They could join her, and worship her, or they could die at nightfall. Kira didn't have to perform a single execution that night. She led an army that united the entire world. It took years, and she was a vicious warlord, teaching her soldiers to forge stronger, lighter metals. Her Chosen led legions of soldiers. By the time the Sith showed up, Kira was on the last legs of global domination. This entire campaign had been about attracting attention. This much dark side energy building up on a planet close to the borders of Republic and Sith space was bound to attract attention.. When the Sith came, Kira's warriors watched as more Gods came from the sky. Kira advanced, and demanded to know what they were doing here. The sith was impressed by Kira's power, and her drive. But when he announced that he would be taking over, negotiations went south. The sith master's lightsaber went through Kira's sword, and her army gathered around as Kira pulled her own lightsaber, burning a deep, magmatic orange. The fight between the two Gods lasted hours, and Kira fought to a standstill, both she and the sith ending with their blades to each other's throats. Kira was convinced that these 'sith' were where she'd come from. They had her powers, they had her weapons, her skills. She welcomed her return to the heavenly realm. She let her Chosen know that they were her heralds, and to await the return of more Gods. The people were well on their way to a global civiliation, brutally honed to destructive efficiency, with a force tradition developing of subtle, destructive powers. The former God served with the Sith for a decade, as an assassin, a spy, a loyal shadow. The Sith figured out rather quickly that she wasn't actually a former Sith, and saw her value as an undercover asset in the Jedi ranks. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to send a loyal operative undercover, unsuspected. Kira returned to Coruscant, and was directed to Tython to serve the Academy there. Personality: Kira seems reserved, tense, and she acts as if everyone is an enemy at any time. She exudes an aura of discomfort to those around her. She's quick to silence threats, and she prefers not attracting attention, moving in the shadows and on the rooftops to avoid detection. Other: Together with the Battlemaster, she supplements security at the Academy on Tython, acting as a silent enforcer, appearing only when she needs to interfere. To maintain her effectiveness as a shock troop, she is not known by any of the students, and few people ever see her or know that she exists. Missions/achievements:
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D: Techniques:Martial Techniques-5 points (max 3 shii-cho 3 ataru 3 Force Techniques-push 4 (affinity) pull speed jump 2 force stealth 3 flashburn 1 torture by chagrin 1 force light 1 force travel 1 force fear 1 drain knowledge 1 pyrokinesis 1 Tech Techniques-Hidden weapon (single-bladed lightsaber) ~Stats~ Health: -1 Stamina: 2 Attunement: 19 Strength: 3 Dexterity: 2 Constitution: -1 Intelligence: 1 Willpower: 3 Charisma: 2 Midi-Chlorian: 16,000 ~Possessions~ Equipment:double-bladed lightsaber (blue blade) single-bladed lightsaver (red blade) custom cybernetic left arm and right leg, durasteel ValuablesMoney:Credits:
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 6:00 pm
User-name: Emily Marneth
Posting: As often as time permits
Time zone: GMT - 6:00
~Character Data~
Name: Vyntyr
Race: human
Age: 13
Gender: female
Home planet: unknown
Alignment:
Light: 50
Dark: 100
Class: jedi
Rank: consular youngling
~Appearance~
Height: 4' 6"
Weight: 87 pounds
Hair: a black bob
Eyes: yellow
Physical Description:  small and slim, Vyntyr looks like the farthest thing from a noble jedi-in-training. Her body littered with scars and her eyes burning like a dark force user, she looked almost like a perfect young sith inquisitor, though her unmolested presence in the jedi academy seemed to counter that assumption.
Clothing: Wearing black robes in a notably dark and gray culture, Vyntyr stands out in the way that an emo stands out surrounded by polo-sporting churchgoers. Her entire ensemble was black accented with dark gray sashes and bands. She had no loose-fitting garments, and nothing hung from her tunic, though her robe was typical and draped almost sharply against her frame.
Background: As a child, Vyntyr was involved in a terrible crash, which rent her ship and her family asunder. She knew little to nothing about her family. The little girl was ripped apart by the crash, but the Force sustained her until she was found and nursed back to health in one of the outlying planets in Republic space. She was immediately recognized as a force sensitive (who else could survive like that?) and was taken to the academy on Tython to begin training after a lengthy period of convalescence, after which she could no longer recall what had happened during the crash, or how she'd come to be where she was. The stink of the dark side hung over her like a malicious odor, and her eyes belied a horrible darkness, but she herself was a dependable student. She was watched carefully, but she showed no tendency herself toward the dark side of the force, but instead to cold, unfeeling reason, which made her a potentially powerful consular. There was a private consensus as to why the dark side was bound to her, but that was not made public knowledge, kept only between herself and the council. Somehow, she had actually carved out a pretty fair group of acquaintances, especially among the least force-sensitive and the most consular-like younglings, who could either not sense the strangeness about her or who were more apt to judge her long list of achievements and performance rather than a knee-jerk reaction to her initial aura.
Personality: Vyntyr is a powerful force sensitive, and feels more aligned to rules and reason than the light side or dark side of the force. She is perfectly able to interact with people, and does not allow herself to be swayed by their outward appearances or rumors about their personalities. She views conversations as small pleasantries to establish connections and gain insights into people, and enjoys them whenever she can have them, but she is cold and hard when the rules are called into question. She is the type of jedi who would turn in their own family to preserve the rules she'd been raised to follow.
She was, for the longest time, loathe to practice her physical abilities, due to the pain that she constantly found herself in, but has recently, due to private tutoring with Master Leyren Laro, of the High Council, learned to deal with that pain through intermittent uses of Force Heal to keep the pain at bay.
Other: Littered with scars, her body rent from trauma, Vyntyr is in no small amount of pain, and her body never quite recovered from the crash, leaving her physically weaker than a normal youngling, but her constant practice with the force attempts to make up for that deficiency.
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Completed a few training sessions with Master Leyren Laro to learn Force Heal as a youngling.
Found an unstable green meditation crystal in a cave on Tython.
Techniques:
Martial Techniques-
unarmed 1
11
shii-cho 1
Makashi 2
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6 12 18 24 30 36
6 18 36 60 90 126
Force Techniques-
Force Alter: 1
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5 15 30 50 75 105
Force Control 2
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5 15 30 50 75 105
Force Sense (power) 2
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5 15 30 50 75 105 140 180
telekinesis 3 (twice as effective against non-biological targets)
18*2=36
0 12 18 24 30 36 42
0 12 30 54 84 120 162
shield 2
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Push 1
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6 12 18 24 30 36
6 18 36 60 90 126
Speed 1
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6 12 18 24 30 36
6 18 36 60 90 126
Jump 1
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6 18 36 60 90 126
Heal 2
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5 15 30 50 75 105
Tapas 1
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4 12 24 40 60 84
Breath control
1
Tech Techniques-
Weaponsmith 2
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6 12 18 24 30 36
6 18 36 60 90 126
~Stats~
Health: -2
Stamina: -2
Attunement: 18 +17 = 35
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3 4 05 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 01 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 021
3 7 12 17 22 27 32 37 42 47 52 57 62 67 72 77 82 87 92 97 102
Strength: -2
Dexterity: -2
Constitution: -2
Intelligence: 2
Willpower: 4
Charisma: 4
Midi-Chlorian: 14
~Possessions~
Equipment:
one green lightsaber with an unstable blade
1 unstable meditation crystal (green)
1 flawless healing crystal (green)
1 double Emitter Matrix
1 Beam Gem lens
1 standard chassis
+2 to meditation checks
+2 to all gains of attunement
+2 to healing checks
+1 to posts that recover health or stamina
+1 damage
+1 damage
black jedi robes
black tunic with gray sash
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(Credits): 5
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 10:53 am
User-name: Emily Marneth
Posting: As often as possible
Time zone: GMT -6:00
~Character Data~
Name: Cabndani
Race: Zabrak
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Home planet: Tython
Alignment:
Light: 100
Dark: 50
Class: jedi
Rank: academy student
~Appearance~
Height: 4'11"
Weight: 95 lbs
Hair: 
Eyes: brown
Physical Description:
Clothing: typical brown tunic of the jedi.
Background: Cabndani was born on Tython, to two Jedi parents, both of whom agreed to give her up to the council when they learned of her considerable aptitude with the force, and she was never told their identities. They presumably moved off-world to distance themselves from the youngling, and to facilitate her training in a neutral environment.
Cabndani spent most of her childhood studying the Code of the Jedi, their histories and various educational pursuits rather than working on her ability with the Force and a lightsaber, believing that it was nobler to be a proper Jedi than a powerful one.
Personality: Reserved and mindful, Cabndani focuses on the Force as a tool, rather than a weapon. She practices Form Zero as an artform, believing that a lightsaber is the cruelest weapon in a Jedi's arsenal, being the least connected to the Force, (being a part of the Jedi, and a weapon through which the Force is channeled puts it at least two steps removed form the Force) She believes that it is in some cases a necessary cruelty, but she seeks ways to fulfill the Code without taking life, though even that she sees as simply releasing someone back into the flow of the Force.
Other: Cabndani focuses on the core skills of the Jedi.
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Martial Techniques-
shii-cho 1
Force Techniques-
push
pull
jump
Tech Techniques-
~Stats~
Health: -1
Stamina: 3
Attunement: 22
Strength: -1
Dexterity: 3
Constitution: -1
Intelligence: 2
Willpower: 2
Charisma: 2
Midi-Chlorian: 20
~Possessions~
Equipment:
1 shoto green training lightsaber (a youngling's training saber, so that it has a shorter blade and hilt)
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 1:36 am
User-name: Emily Marneth
Posting: as often as time allows
Time zone: GMT -6
~Character Data~
Name: Vyrtem Vayne
Race: Human
Age: 17
Gender: male
Home planet: Korriban (found in Imperial space as a child, taken in by the Sith Academy on Korriban. Now lives on Korriban)
Alignment:
Light: 50
Dark: 100
Class: Sith guardian (training to be a juggernaut)
Rank:youngling
~Appearance~
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 221 pounds
Hair: Red, slicked back
Eyes: somewhat yellow
Physical Description: Tall, imposing, and built like a tank, Vyrtem is a sight to behold. He seems like the kind of person willing to rip a door off its hinges rather than be locked out of a room.
Clothing: Vyrtem does not wear robes. He wears a top and pants, but no robe. He does not like the flowing, constrictive nature of the extra fabric, and instead prefers to wear functional clothing. He wears metal boots, dark red and black pants, a red shirt with a black belt, and metal and black gloves, along with a blackened thick metal bracer on his left forearm
Background: Vyrtem's parents were both soldiers. He remembered that clearly. His mother was an accomplished markswoman and used a rifle to great effect. His father was a beast of a man, bigger and taller than Vyrtem is now, and wielded a massive gatling gun when he was called to battle. Vyrtem remembered cleaning his father's armor and watching him maintain his weapons as a young boy. He remembered faintly that he had two sisters.
When Vyrtem was very young, there was a catastrophic failure in his parent's ship. The resulting cascading failure rent the ship apart. What Vyrtem remembered of the crash was fuzzy. He appeared to be the only survivor, though. He had escaped the crash with extensive damage to his young body, but managed to survive by clinging to the dark side of the Force, which he had only barely begun to understand as an actual thing. Neither of his parents was Force Sensitive, so far as he knew. At the very least, neither of them used a lightsaber. He had always been a little tougher than other children, though, and had often done things that should have injured him without harm. It was this resilience that saved his life.
His family had piled into the escape pods and ejected from the ship at the very last second, and his escape pod was damaged somehow. It disintegrated as it was reentering an atmosphere, presumably veering off course from its intended destination. Either way, it did not do its job. His was the only body recovered from the wreckage, and he assumed that he was the only survivor.
Personality: Vyrtem was shaped by his early experiences. His love for his parents instilled a strong respect for soldiers and war, and his early encounter with the Dark Side of the Force instilled a deep sense of life in the power of the Force. He saw the Dark Side as a font of energy that would sustain him, almost looking upon it fondly, like a childhood companion.
Other:
Missions/achievements:
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Techniques:
Martial Techniques-
Shii-cho: 2
11
10 15 20 25 30 35 40 45 50
10 25 45 70 100 135 175 220 270
since the first rank was free, it takes 10 to reach the second, not five.
soresu: 1
7
7 14 21 28 35 42
7 21 42 70 105 147
unarmed: 0
2
5 10 15 20 25 30
5 15 30 50 75 105
Force Techniques-
push
1
6 12 18 24 30 36
6 18 36 60 90 126
pull
jump
Tutaminis (Affinity, all posts *2) 8
127*2
0 14 21 28 35 42 49 56 63
0 14 35 63 98 140 189 245 308
Force Sense 2
27
5 10 15 20 25 30
5 15 30 50 75 105
Tech Techniques-
~Stats~
Health: 4
Stamina: 4
Attunement: 13
Strength: 4
Dexterity: -3
Constitution: 4
Intelligence: -2
Willpower: 4
Charisma: 0
Midi-Chlorian: 9,000
~Possessions~
Equipment:
training vibrosword (1/2 health damage or stamina damage)
Valuables
His mother's dog tags from the Imperial Army, a necklace from his sister, and a blackened heavy bracer from his father's suit of armor. The dog tags were found clutched in his hand, and the bracer and necklace were recovered from the wreckage. Vyrtem wears the bracer on his left arm. It has a slot where a shield generator might have once been placed, though the electrical components of the armor are long since destroyed, and the underlay is completely gone. What remains is effectively a charred hunk of metal, but Vyrtem wears it all the same.
Dog tags
charred black bracer
necklace
Money:
Credits:
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 2:01 pm
User-name: ChiefTugboat
Posting:
Time zone: GMT -6
~Character Data~
Name: Jarani
Race: Arkanian Offshoot (Sephi)
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Home planet: Arkania
Alignment:
Light: 75
Dark: 75
Class: Sith Warrior
Rank: Initiate
~Appearance~
Height: 1.8 m
Weight: 150
Hair: White
Eyes: Red
Physical Description: Long white hair. Tan skin. Pointed ears.
Clothing: Black cloak w/red lining. Black tunic, trousers, and boots with a scarlet sash. Wears a patch over one eye.
Background: Bred as a combined Arkanian/Sith experiment involving genetics and the Force.Used as an experimental test rat on how various Force powers affect individuals and how well she can use them herself. She is extremely introverted and shy, almost to the point of seeming autistic. Because of the pain caused by most of the experiments, she has gained an accidental affinity with the Force Scream Power.
Personality:
Other: 7 piercings in right ear and one in left nostril. Tattoo across right side of face.
Missions/achievements:
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Techniques:
Martial Techniques-
Shii-cho 1
Force Techniques-
Push
Pull
Jump
Tech Techniques-
~Stats~
Health: 2
Stamina: 2
Attunement: 17
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 1
Constitution: 2
Intelligence: 1
Willpower: 2
Charisma: -3
Midi-Chlorian: 15000
~Possessions~
Equipment: Double-bladed Vibrosword
Valuables None
Money:
Credits: 0
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 6:19 pm
User-name: Staypuffedwolf
Posting:
Time zone: gmt-6
~Character Data~
Name: Vaas
Race: Human
Age: 18
Gender: m
Home planet: Tython
Alignment:
Light: 75
Dark: 75
Class: sith warrior
Rank: initiate
~Appearance~
Height: 6ft 4in
Weight: 220
Hair: brown
Eyes: gray
Physical Description: brown short hair gray eyes 1 scar that runs the length of his face on the left side
Clothing: black robes
Background: raised to be a jedi was forced out then went to find the sith
Personality: very bitter tword the jedi
Other:
Missions/achievements:
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Techniques:
Martial Techniques-
shii-cho 1
Force Techniques-
push
pull
jump
Tech Techniques-
~Stats~
Health: 1
Stamina: 3
Attunement: 22
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 0
Constitution: 1
Intelligence: 1
Willpower: 3
Charisma: -1
Midi-Chlorian: 19
~Possessions~
Equipment: 1 vibroblade
Valuables
Money:
Credits:
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 7:03 am
User-name: Emily Marneth
Posting: as often as time allows
Time zone: GMT -6
~Character Data~
Name: Vyrulen Vayne
Race: human
Age: 43
Gender: male
Home planet: An Inner Rim world that has been destroyed by mining operations.
Alignment:
Light: 1300
Dark: 200
Class: Republic Soldier
Rank: Sergeant
~Appearance~
Height: 6' 9"
Weight: 280 pounds
Hair: Red, worn swept back with a full beard.
Eyes: dark green
Physical Description:
Clothing: Typically wears heavy clothing in dark reds and browns. When on his missions, he normally wears his custom suit of heavy armor, though has recently lost his newest suit of armor, so now wears a standard issue plastoid replacement suit until he can finance a replacement suit.
Background: Was born in the Inner Rim and raised there until he joined the Republic Army to escape the rapid decline of his planet due to mining operations that were leaving the planet barren and lifeless.
Became a commando in the Republic army and led a successful career in his young life, until, at the age of twenty-three he encountered and befriended an Imperial Sniper by the name of Vyntara Vayne, who worked black ops for the Empire. Through a series of complicated events, the two enemies became friends and later lovers, both keeping their relationship a secret from their respective factions, intent on waiting out their service contracts and leaving the military to have a life together.
They bore three children, all powerfully force sensitive, and were at a loss as to what to do. They could take them neither to the Jedi nor to the Sith, and instead took a ship to look for a place their children could live and be safe.
While on this trip, their ship suffered a catastrophic disaster, and the family was split up in the escape pods, which were ravaged by the explosions of the main ship disintegrating. Vyrulen was the sole survivor, to his knowledge, and returned to his life as a Republic Commando after grieving, as it was the only other thing he knew, and keeping his mind on war allowed him to keep his mind off of the loss of his family.
Personality: Vyrulen is a strongly family-oriented man, and looks at his company as a new family. He is loyal to the Republic above all else, and his relationship with an Imperial Sniper has never come to light, being so far out of character that it might not be believed even if it were exposed.
Other: Vyrulen was scarred by the explosions that tore the ship apart, and bears a tattoo around his right eye marking him as a member of Havoc Squad, an elite band of commandos in the Republic Army.
Missions/achievements:
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Techniques:
Martial Techniques-
unarmed combat 2
sneak attack 2
stealth 2
Force Techniques-
Tech Techniques-
armorsmith 2
weaponsmith 1
heavy weapon 3
grenade 1
~Stats~
Health: 4
Stamina: 4
Attunement: 1
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 4
Constitution: 4
Intelligence: 0
Willpower: 0
Charisma: -1
Midi-Chlorian: 1000
~Possessions~
Equipment:
One suit of medium armor
Soak (Kinetic): 1
Soak (Energy): 2
Durability: 6
Mobility: -2
1 WESTAR-M5 blaster rifle
20/20
3 cartridges
1 Z-6 rotary blaster cannon
ammo: 10/10
3 cartridges
1 vibroknife
3 sticky frag grenades
1 emp grenade
Valuables
Money:
Credits: 1650
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 5:08 am
User-name: Terster
Posting:
Time zone: GMT-6
~Character Data~
Name: VRO-KEL KAAR/Vrox KAAR KELBORN
Race: Mandalorian
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Home planet: Dromund Kaas
Alignment:
Light:100
Dark:50
Class:Jedi Sentinel
Rank:Youngling
~Appearance~
Height: 4'7"
Weight: 89 Pounds
Hair: Black with Blue lowlights
Eyes: Lightning Blue
Physical Description: Muscular
Clothing: Gray jedi robes
Background: He was born on Dromund Kaas of the Kilborn clan. Father was a Sergeant in the Imperial Army. Mother was a Fighter Pilot in the Imperial Navy. Both parents loved the Empire but the Kelborn clan always disliked the Sith. When mother was 6 months pregnant an undercover Jedi informed her that her child was force sensitive. With this knowledge the gained information she got in contact with the Jedi. When Vrox was born in order to throw the Empire off the scent they swapped the newborn baby with a still born. Vrox was then taken to the Jedi and was given the name Vro-kel Kaar to hid his past.
Personality: Manipulative a*****e that loves to make everyone laugh but deep down is a very compassionate individual.
Other:
Missions/achievements:
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Techniques:
Martial Techniques-
Shii-cho 1
Force Techniques-
Tech Techniques-
piloting 1 (affinity) double damage in dogfights
~Stats~
Health: 1
Stamina: 3
Attunement: 15
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 0
Constitution: 1
Intelligence: 2
Willpower: 0
Charisma: 1
Midi-Chlorian: 15
~Possessions~
Equipment:
1 training lightsaber blue
Valuables chain necklace with scratched up Kelborn crest
Money:
Credits:
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