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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Sept 16, 2009 10:13:46 GMT -5
Raster
Name:Jaxon Krave Class: Sentinel Age: 23 Sex: Male Height/Weight: 6’1/ 200lbs Species: Correlian
Items: Green Leather Longcoat, Tan Vest, Green Leather Combat Boots, and utility belt. He carries two Bryar Pistols on him at all times, in a cross draw style belt and wears black fingerless gloves.
Bio: Jaxon and his brothers Kai and Vam were inducted into the “family business” at an early age. His father would always take one of them on runs with him to various clients, smuggling various products for the highest prices. Over the years he grew closer to his father than either of his brothers, and Kai, always the quick tempered bother, was always finding ways to put him in an awkward position. As time passed, and the children grew into young men making their own way in the world, this slowly grew as well, boiling into a deep burning hatred. One example of this happened when they were gambling at the Slug Pit, a rather run down, scum infested bar in Mos Eisley which they often frequented between runs.
They were playing a rather harmless card game, when Kai slipped a winning card into Jax’s sleeve. When Jax reached forward, the card fell out. The other players were quick to draw weapons, and Jax simply gave them a nervous smile before upending the table and running for his life, energy blasts scoring the wall behind him. Either completely oblivious or unable to accept his brother’s malevolence, Jax has chalked it all up to several runs of bad luck.
When he was around 19, Jax caught his father pacing through the interior of the MudSkipper (his father’s ship). When he questioned why his father was so nervous, Kayin told him that a source had told him of rumors of a coming war. Also, things had become a lot more complicated. Kai had upset a Hut, stealing several unknown relics from an archeological dig and selling them to a higher bidder on Corruscant. Then he had basically disappeared. The war brought many hardships. As their local society fell apart, so too did many of their contacts. The war threw the smuggling economy into complete and utter chaos. Gone were the old contacts and many smugglers had to find new. Times were bad. Jax realized he had to do something to help his family. And so he joined a mercenary group as a fresh recruit. Whether it was his innate intuition when it came to interfacing with the ships, the way he somehow seemed to hit the bull’s-eye more often than his peers, or the way he inspired courage in them, he was quickly promoted to a Squad Leader. He would always send most of his credits to his brother and father.
Later, the group basically turned into bloodthirsty raiders. Well trained soldiers who had turned to murder and shady, often slimy deals. The last stray came the day he was ordered to annihilate a small village. Jax turned on them, hunting the other mercs there down one by one. Even after taking several energy blasts that threatened to push him past the brink of his pain threshold he refused to back down. Not much is known about what exactly transpired that day, but his younger brother Vam found him a year later wandering the wastes, drunk and covered in blaster scars. Few had survived the battle. As of now, Jax spends most of his time in bars, trying to con people out of a few credits, but every now and again he and his blaster are available for hire, if you have the right amount of credits. On the outside he seems very snarky and insensitive, but inside Jax has always followed what he feels is right.
Feats: Sneak Attack I
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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Sept 30, 2009 14:10:20 GMT -5
Matthew Walker
Name: Matthew Walker Class: Consular Age: 18 Sex: Male Height/Weight: six foot 2 and weighs 150 pounds Species: Human Items: Silver single hilt light saber, black over cloak with blood red robes, communication device, thermal detonator and a second single hilt blue lightsaber. Ships: Delta-7 Aethersprite-class light interceptor Troops: None Bio:Matthew was born on the planet dantooine. His father was a rouge jedi that left the order so that he may have a family. hsi mother was a ex soldier for the dantooine guard. As mattew aged his powers of the force increased he could feel the planets life. Matthews father took notice of that and decided to train him. As the years passed Matthews training became harder and harder. His father took him to the abadoned jedi temple on dantooine. Matthew was only 13 but he could hear the echos of people who were once there there screams as they were dieing. Matthew endured and walked into the temple his father took him to a workbench and gave him the items necessary to build Matthews own lightsaber. Matthew had a wide variety of choices from the crystal to choose but his eye caught a silver crystal it facinated him and he placed it in his lightsaber. matthew left the temple to try out his new luighjtsaber alone but when he returned he saw his father on the ground there was a lightsaber burn through his heart. from that day forward mathew devoted himself to be a jedi he took his fathers lightsaber as a memorial to his father. he returned home and found that his mother had also been slain. He took his father and his mothers bodies and made a funeral pyre for them booth and burnt them at his home he knew they were know part of the force now his father had once told him those who die become one with the force. Matthew left dantooine and trained for the next 5 years and now that he is 18 he is looking for the person who murdered his parents and also looking for a fellow jedi.
Feats: Calm Mind I
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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Oct 16, 2009 9:11:52 GMT -5
Ragnvaldr Molitor
Name:Ragnvaldr Molitor Class: Guardian Age: 17 Sex: male Height: 5'7" Weight: 167 lbs. Species:Mandalorian Items: Mandalorian Ripper, vibroswrod (Honor), Mandalorian armor Ships: YV-929 armed freighter
Bio: Ragnvaldr Molitor was born of origins unknown. All that is known is that he heard a whisper of the battle on Tishi and, along with veteran companions from wars long forgotten, he joined the Jedi in a desperate attempt at stopping the Sith from taking control of the cursed blade of the Kumori. With his vibroblade, Honor, and Mandalorian Ripper in both hands, he helped push back the Sith forces. As with most groups of fighters, Ragnvaldr was the last man, surving out of the 23 veterans who accompanied him. His supposed brother, Micorian, was one of them. Ragnvaldr, from the planet of Tishi, went to his orphaned homeworld of Tython in the Deep Core to give a proper burial to Micordian. During the four months ater, Ragnvaldr hid from site once again to recollect his thoughts for his mind was affected by the Dark Star back at Tishi. Rumors were passed that he was falling to the nether while others said he went back to Tishi to capture the sword for himself. On the last day of the fourth month after his brothers death, he reappeared in a suit of Mandalorian armor imblazoned with red pauldrons and black suit. He then spread the message that he was looking for the Dark Harbinger known as Cain.
Feats: Steadfast I Two Weapon Fighting
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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Nov 7, 2009 0:05:44 GMT -5
Tai[/i]
Name: Tai Kindo Class: Guardian Age: 28 Sex: Male Height/Weight: 5'11 / 173 Species:Human Items: -A curved black hilted lightsaber with a green crystal giving it a green beam. -His fathers sith stalker armor. Bio: Darth Gilganine the third walked to the alter were his son lay crying with great agony. His pain, his suffering was felt and with it the force that slumberd inside him "He will make a good sith..." said Darth Gilganine the third as he put a helmet onto the infants head which had tubes running from the alter. This was used to turn young children dark and into sith as if it were early training. The room were the infant lay was jet black with red glowing from cracks in the walls, the home of the Kindo family, a family of sith that stay hidden but strong. Darth Gilganine the third or Neven Kindo let his black robes drag on the floor and let the black hood shade his face as he locked the helmet onto the infant. "He is beautiful..." said malice, the infants mother and the wife of Neven. A very dark women most of the family thought of her as a witch and a wicked women with no sympathy for anyone but herself, not even her own children, no especially not her own children. Not even Neven a sith lord would dare cross her path for the fear of being slain by his own wife would be to much of a dishonor to bare.
Neven held a sith holocron in his right hand a red pyramide shaped object with a dim glow, he sat it next to Tai his baby son "This holocron is yours.... when your training is done if you are worthy it will activate for you...." all holocrons passed down to each son usually opened for their owner, but if they did not it was a bad sign. If one did not open their own holocron it would mean that they could not move on and most were banished from the Kindo clan. Another child walked in the room, Elasser Tai's older brother and rival for life. In the Kindo family only one male could become succesor as the next Darth Gilganine and the other male would either leave, commit suicide or be just another follower of the Darth Gilganine that reigns over the family.
Tai begun to calm down and fall into a deep sleep no longer whining with rage that was the dark side. This was not strange when the helmet was put on it was actually better for them to be asleep now it will kick in even more. "Come now we must not disturbe him..." Said Malice shooing Elasser away as she left aswell. Neven stayed watching over young Tai feeling something strange in him, not rage, not the dark side but something else something unkown to Neven "sleep well...." Neven dropped the thought and went to his quarters leaving Tai to sleep.
Six years later Tai now at the age of seven begins his training. "Come on Tai keep up!" yelled Kendal Kindo Tai's cousin and best friend. Elasser was waiting for both of them as he stood on the grassy hill. Tai was standing next to them both huffing and puffy with his hands on his knees. Elasser turned to his older brother in disgust "Your embarrasing yourself..." Tai stared at him with anger, his brother was always putting him down "You dont have to do anything to embarrass yourself..." Tai said. Elasser punched Tai leaving a big bruise on his cheek, Tai tackled him in rage before being turned to his back and constantly struck in the face by his brothers fist. Kendal went to stop them but before he could a tall black shadow covered his and a pale boney hand was rested on his shoulder. "Let them go..." spoke Neven and Kendal listened as Tai's blood was shead.
The next morning Tai woke soar and a sick feeling deep within his stomach. He wished not to get out of bed but he was called by his father for training "Tai! come!". Tai dressed in his black robes and ran to the court yard standing before Neven. He put his hand at Tai's chin and moved his face side to side to observe the bruises and scars. "..... defend yourself better..." Tai did not anserew back he just stood and nodded his head to his fathers comment. Not to much later Elasser came and in Kendal, even tho Kendal's father was not Darth he still had a chance to become Darth himself even tho he was not Neven's son. "Begin..." Neven said as Tai, Elasser, and Kendal turned to face rock stacked upon one another but each had their own pile. "Stack the pile up into a line..." Tai consentrated closing his eyes and putting his hands out to stack the rocks onto one another but nothing happend. Elasser was already moving his first rock and as was Kendal. Tai never lost consentration and finally one begun to shake until it arose and Tai placed it on top another rock. Elasser and Kendal finished before Tai but Tai eventually finished and sighed when all was done.Everyone was gone when Tai opened his eyes he had finished late and was left behind without a word spoken to him. This was an insult to him and it enraged him but he did not bring it up.
A few more years had gone by and Tai was fourteen now and went out with Kendal and Elasser to forge his own lightsaber. Out on the outskirts was a small cave with many colors of crystals, Tai chose green as Kendal and Elasser chose red as expected from sith. Tai's hilt was black and curved with a green beam coming from it made it strange but uniqe. Elasser swung at him but Tai dodged, Elasser had a long smirk on his face and was chuckling. Kendal turned his own lightsaber on and stood near Tai "stop..." snarled Elasser as Tai just stood there without turning his lightsaber on just staring into Elassers eyes. Tai walked away and Kendal followed. Elasser jumped out swinging the red beam down towards Tai and Tai turned his on and blocked it. The heat and the glow from the lightsabers shined on both their faces. Kendal pushed them away from eachother but Elasser just came back for more with a slash and got Tai across the cheek. Tai went to stab and Kendal got in the way, The green beam went through Kendal and stuck through him and he dropped. tai turned his lightsaber off and backed up in fright and Elasser walked away in laughter. "Kendal..."
Tai stood at the age of twenty-five and his training was complete and his holocron was given to him and Elasser was given to his. Over the years Tai had fallen away from the darkside and was not fully corrupted as he was when he was younger not even the Sith Stalker Suit his father made him wear could change him. Tai was sent to the alter were he was born and opened the holocron and learned more than he ever thought he would. He came out from the room and waited for Elasser and out he came from his alter turning on his light the red glow shined bright and Neven watched as they would fight for the rank of Darth Gilganine. The battle unfolded and in the end Tai reigned supreme but just as it seemed he would kill Elasser he stopped this angered Neven and Tai was banished from the Kindo clan house and sent off on his own. Tai constantly trains trying to perfect himself as a sith.
Feats War Veteran I
Ships/Troops: 100 Basic Infantrymen
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Post by Cain on Nov 10, 2009 0:37:23 GMT -5
Roku
Name: Nadius Class: Sentinel Age: 23 Sex: Male Height/Weight: 5'7", 143 pounds Species: Human Items: Black Sith robes, single hilt red lightsaber Bio: Nadius is what one might call a bottled anarchist. It stemmed from from his young childhood. The son of a minor Sith official and liberated slave woman, his upbringing was not full of luxury in the least. The boy found himself getting by through dishonest means... lying, manipulation, stealing. Staying loyal enough to the Sith on the surface that he would never be found of treason, but hiding an undying and growing passion for causing chaos. He was thrown into a boot camp for young potentials to become a specialist soldier, but he always knew the main reason was so that they could tame him. He was enrolled as young as the age of twelve, and decided to take the free education. At first the camp was more of a school, teaching him mathematics, and language skills. As Nadi became a young adult, it was more about behaving submissively in the face of the Sith Lords and the chancellor. The training was fairly basic, and Nadius excelled at it - having the fastest running time on all the obstical courses at one point.
His nimble speed and quick thinking aren't only good for hand to hand combat and thievery, they also make him quite a skillful pilot. He's flown and mastered all manner of imperial ships, and battle jets. So while he may be no good at the force, he is as fine a combat soldier as any. He became quite good pretending to be submissive. Saying "sir" at the right times, and kissing ass at the right times to appease his higher ups. Unlike some people though, he was never fully broken. This is reflected in his somewhat unorthodox manner in which he completes his missions. Often times there is quite a bit more destruction than there should be...
Feats: Sneak Attack I
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Post by Cain on Nov 13, 2009 18:59:41 GMT -5
messiah
Name: Endymion Delver Class: Guardian Age: 23 Sex: Male Height/Weight: 6"1/180 lbs. Species: Human Items: Two Orange lightsabers, a vibroblade, Jedi Armor, a blaster rifle, and thermal detonators. Bio: Endymion was born on Coruscant. Both of his parents were Jedi, however he never got to know them because they died in the Jedi Civil War alongside Revan. Endymion was trained on Coruscant, in the Jedi temple, through the years as a youngling and until he became a padawan. But when he turned 15 he left in the middle of the night, not sure if he really wanted to follow in his parents footsteps. He turned his back on the Jedi and stowed away on a ship, that ended up taking him to Nar Shadaa. He's spent his entire life until now there on Nar Shadaa, playing the role of a bounty hunter..
Feats: Steadfast I
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Post by Cain on Nov 13, 2009 19:14:00 GMT -5
Ravenous
Name: Ravenous Ragnarok Class: Soldier Age:Unknown (17-20) Sex: Male Height/Weight: 6'7" 210 lbs. Species: Half-Rattataki, Half-Human Item(s): Bandages covering torso until waist and neck, Black tight undershirt, Baggy black pants with black boots. Bio: Born of the union between Darth Rivan and a unknown Rattataki sith woman (Unknown). Using the child as an experimental subject for his future studies with the darkstaff. Draining the child of nearly all force abilities or traits and adding to his own.
Upon finding the child to hold little value he forced his child to endure more experimentations this causing/leaving many scars on his body. Often leaving him in the prison like room in the lower bowls of the fortress. Sharing only with the mother the locate of this child from whom only welcomed training of the child as an act of parental bonding.
During the raid of Riven's fortress the locking on his door Ravenous left in wonder if it was time for yet another bonding session. Wondering about before being found by a small Jedi group he ran away in fear of being "ruined" as per his father's words. Running into the room of his fathers creation of the Legendary Force Storm transporting the both of them into different locations.
Losing his father's path in the vortex of time travel, he was thrown onto the planet of Coruscant. Falling upon the Jedi Library crashing and losing consciousness was brought into custody upon his "Sense of Darkness". Eventually released upon his inabilty to focse on the force even though he had fairly high midichlorians. Raised as a librarian until the ripe age until he requested to become a Jedi himself.
Before requesting to become a Jedi Knight he sparred/played with republican soldiers and Jedi Apprentices. Also studying all the while within the libiary's archives for geater knowledge similar to his father.
Feats: War Veteran I
Ships: 1 Conqueror-class assault ship
Troops: 1 MPD-9000 Bodyguard Droid 1 Holodroid 2 Medical Droids 1 Analysis Droid 6 DUM-Series Pit Droids
Name: Furan Vel Class: Sentinel Age: 28 Sex: Female Height/Weight: Race/Species: Kiffar Items: (1) Light Whip, (7) lightsaber hilts -Non-functional-, 1 Beer Ships: Alpha-Class Xg-1 Star Wing Troops: None Bio: The start of Furan's life she was when she was born to the proud Kiffaran clan of Vel the infamous bounty hunting clan. Her parents leaving her to defend herself when she was but a small child at the age of 13 on the traditional home planet of Kiffu. Stuck in the wilderness with nothing more then the clothes on her and a light whip in order to conquer her survival needs she throbbed of the land. This lasting longer then normal (one year) due to the unknown fact that her parents were sold to traders and the survial test was to ensure her safety from the traders.
Living in the desert for five year Furan matured alone and abandoned by all that she had known and loved. Often found fighting lost or released energy spiders Furan lived those harsh years in the sands alone and anger. As if by fate or merely chance Furan came across wanders within the every sands that she had survived in all these years. Performing her normal task of ambushing the men with their cargo she just so happened to have over heard one of the dieing merchants as they turned out to be mention that she looked familiar to a couple of slaves that they had sold a few years back.
Her mood taking a turn for the worst questioned the man about all of the information on those two slaves. Knowing only that they bared the same mark on her back and that they had died resisting the buys. Her anger growing darker at the man's words she had slain him right there on the spot with a nasty snap of her whip. Once she calmed down a bit she searched the cargo and remains of the five armed men for anything she would need to leave her old home of Kiffu to become stronger so that she would never need to be left behind again. Also to protect any thing or one of importance to her. Her results rewarded her with three important things, one being a set of clothes that fit to her liking and style (One of the cargo bins), the other being a hilt similar to her light whip only that it emitted a plasma sword beam in it's stead (Red Dark Core), and finally or perhaps the most important of all a entitlement to a ship currently docked on her planet.
Thanking her luck she began to travel towards the nearest town she began to form her plan of strengthening herself. One she arrived at her destination and asked around for a place to employ her she ran into the very slave traders that had stole her parents from her. Recognizing her through her marking while she was laboring during the day and her back was exposed they started to rant to her the dent that her parents still owned to them and their boss. One single dark smile was all that the two men saw before Furan sliced off both of there heads with ease due to once again her anger grasping the better of her.
Taking her time with dealing/killing the local Hutt as it turns out to be was the seller of her mother and father dearest Furan planned yet again. Later often times seen in the tavern from which the Hutt worked most of his dealings in and unbeknown to them she was planting thermal charges that she came across from the traveling merchants. On the day she had planned to kill the hutt she wished to talk with him about to see if he truly deserved her wrath or not. Upon the short conversation she found as in a majority of Hutts only evil and a greedy slug. As she was about to pull the trigger the Hutt bargained with her to safe his own life giving her a key to his personal stash of credits. Luckily for her though it was placed in a different location. Lieing to the Hutt to save his life she left only to set off the second round of charges she had planted just in case.
Strolling over towards the Hutt's private home she soon found the stash that the Hutt was discussing with her before his demise. Taking the full 10, 000 credits she also ran across some personal items of her dearly deceased parents. Namely one item her father's glasses from which she would play with when she was but a child. Placing them on she ran through the Hutt's datafile to locate more armors for her self so that she could join the Bounty Hunters as was a part of her Clan's tradition. Finding several old Sith and Jedi hilts/sabers she used her Kiffaran natural ability to view upon the weapons "memories". Thinking to herself that these items could teach her of the thing known as the way of the force. Taking the next few years to bounty hunt to improve her skills with the sword and whip she slowly became the number one hunter of the planet. Deciding it was time to learn of the force she had bought a Aurek tactical strikefighter fo to travel across the Galaxy. Her only front was to find a force wielding teacher for herself to improve her strength.
During her few years of travel and hunting along the way for a spare set of credits Furan came across a well known name. "Cain of the empire." otherwise known as the emperor was a foreknown force user. Taking her time to collect in tell on the man she quickly learned of his current location through a "feeling" within the force. Following her feeling and in tell she travel towards Coruscant in hopes of finding herself a true master user.
Alignment: -100
Feats: Sneak Attack I
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Post by Cain on Dec 8, 2009 14:42:48 GMT -5
Xuku
Name: Kaeso Varik Class: Smuggler Age: Exact Age Unknown, in 20s Sex: Male Height/Weight: 6'0"/140 lbs Species: Human Items: Blaster Rifle, Pistol, Suit of Custom Shock Armor (Black), Vibrosword
Ships: 1 Acclamator I-Class Assault Ship 36 V-19 Torrent Starfighter 1 CR25 Troop Carrier Troops: 40 Basic Infantry 2 LAATs 4 Medics 4 Technicians 4 Snipers 4 Anti-Armor Troopers
Bio: Kaeso was born on Tatooine, where he spent most of his childhood. He became proficient with a rifle at a young age; his family lived outside the city, and the Sand Men weren't the friendliest neighbors. Kaeso was fascinated by guns, and practiced with his blaster every day for several hours. He enjoyed hunting, and commonly supplied dinner for his family. Kaeso loved travelling to town for supplies, and often spent a good part of these trips in various weapon shops, wishfully observing the various blasters and explosives available for a not-too-small price.
Kaeso was fascinated with not only weapons, but the people that used them; he admired war veterans and mercenaries alike. His childhood dream was to either become a bounty hunter and travel the galaxy searching for scum with a price on their head, or to join a military and take part in what would later be considered great historic battles. He wasn't sure which path we wanted; he just knew that he wanted to fight.
As he grew older Kaeso began to work for his neighbors as well as the people in town. He saved his money, and didn't carelessly spend it on items such as shiny new speeders like the other youth were accustomed to doing. By the time he was 18 he had quite a bit of money saved. He decided that it was time to leave his home and see what the galaxy had in store for him. He said goodbye to his parents, and moved into the city. He wasn't sure yet if he wanted to remain on Tatooine and get a job in Mos Eisley, or purchase a one-way ride to unknown adventure at the spaceport.
He eventually decided to stay on Tatooine for a while; the gambling, gangsters, and crime fascinated him, and the daily street battles between the law and the law breakers were always interesting to watch. If he was lucky he might loot a blaster or some other item of interest from a fallen criminal. These he sold, saving up for his own weapons and maybe a suit of shock armor.
Eventually he saved enough money to purchase a high quality blaster rifle and pistol, as well as a nice vibrosword. He bought the vibrosword just in case thngs got close range; he had always preferred the blaster. He also bought a custom-made suit of shock armor for physical protection.
With his new arsenal Kaeso began work as a bounty hunter, doing "odd jobs" for the people of Mos Eisley; these jobs were in excess supply in a city such as Mos Eisley. Eventually Kaeso left Mos Eisley, but not permanently. He ventured to planets such as Coruscant and Nar Shadaa, which both had a demand for the "results" he supplied. Now Kaeso continues to travel the galaxy, continuing his work as a bounty hunter.
Feats: Scoundrel's Luck I
Name: Xuku Class: Consular Age: 21 Sex: Male Height/Weight: 5'10"/140lb Species: Human Items: Ceremonial Jedi Robes, Electrum-plated Single-hilt Green Lightsaber Bio: Xuku was born and raised on Dantooine. His father was a renowned Jedi Master, and his mother was a force-sensitive who had never had extensive training in the force. When Xuku was found to be force-sensitive, which came as no surprise, his father decided to delay his training, due to the fact that the Jedi were currently in a Civil War. He did not want his son to be sent to the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine, infamous for the number of dark Jedi it produced; neither did he want to risk the long journey to Coruscant when the galaxy was at war. His father promised that he would teach him after the war was over. Unfortunately, his father did not survive the war.
His father and mother were both present at the Jedi Enclave when Malak destroyed it. Xuku inherited his father's electrum-plated green lightsaber, as well as his father's ceremonial Jedi robes. Many youth would have developed a deep-rooted hatred for the Sith, swearing revenge. But Xuku's father had instilled in him the way of the Jedi, and had warned him many times about being tempted by fear and anger, and ultimately, the dark side. Xuku honored his father's wishes and did not pursue a path of revenge, which would eventually corrupt and destroy him. Instead, he wanted more than ever to be trained as a Jedi, and continue the path his father had chosen.
But Jedi were becoming scarce throughout the galaxy; with the rise of the new empire they were now vary rare. Now Xuku travels the galaxy using his limited knowledge of the force to help others, while searching for someone to train him in the slowly fading ways of the Jedi Knights.
Ships: 1 YT-1300 Light Freighter
Feats: Calm Mind I
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Post by Cain on Dec 9, 2009 18:41:18 GMT -5
Kyllian
Name: Kyllian Linorium Class: Consular Age: 3063 years old Sex: Male Height/Weight: 5’ 10”/150 lbs. Species: Human (Luminos) Items: White Jedi Robes, two single hilt white lightsabers Bio: Son of Father Cahrill Linorium and Mother Fierra Linorium, Kyllian Linorium was born on the first day of the Hundred Year Darkness in 7,003 BBY, on the planet of Corulag. His parents having escaped the Dark Jedi after being enslaved for centuries fled there in search of solace. Hiding themselves in the bamboo forests in unknown regions, they were able to raise Kyllian into a peaceful life. Educating him in the force and the sciences of the universe, Cahrill and Fierra aimed to teach their son how to survive in an environment that was as cold as ice to all it came in contact with. For his first 300 years of existence, Kyllian’s parents taught him everything from mythology to psychology and beyond along with grueling training of the Force. The boy took up the knowledge like a bird takes to flight, falling and scraping at first but once he succeeded, he flew through each task with brilliance and continued on.
This peace didn’t last long though, for on the day of his 300th birthday, slavers once again found his parents and took them away to be forced into the local swoop races. Hiding underneath a tree with roots thick enough to make a wall, he watched as his parents were defeated and enslaved by the Republican army, he kept on hearing the same phrase in his head that was spoken by his father moments before the soldiers had arrived……”Do not come after us for you have your own life to live. Leave us and let us choose our own destiny and you will find your own….”
Finding a YV-929 Armed Freighter that a had been blown out of the sky which was damaged but still repairable. Staying out of civilization in order to repel interest of an unknown wanderer, Kyllian made his home out of the crashed freighter and spent a little over 50 years repairing it. In his free time between repairing his ship and his necessitory duties, he kept himself busy with self-induced force training of the mind in order to keep himself under control, for in the middle of the night while he slept, he would have dreams of his past come back to haunt him. Dreams of his parents, of the slavers and a growing darkness in the force. At one point, his dreams became so intense that his mind was inflicting marks upon his own skin. Nightmares were then forged from his paranoia as armies of black armored republican soldiers ringed him in a tight circle and forced him to fight for his very sanity. Finally, he had gotten tired of the dreams that were leaving him with wounds that had appeared out of his mental darkness and started a search into nearby villages and his own soul in order to find a reason or solution for what he was going through.
After the 15th year of his parents’ enslavement, Kyllian came upon them in the guise of an old man, barely noticing them until he was almost next to them. Seeing their faces, gaunt and haggard, awoke something inside of him that he knew was building inside of him for years. Cahrill, seeing through his son’s illusion, turned around, grasped his son, and hugged him in a grasp that seemed to last forever. Kyllian through sobs and cries, was able to voice his despair and anguish to his father. Cahrill, feeling his son’s pain, cleared his mind of bitterness and force-induced peace into his youngling’s mind. Kyllian feeling a blanket of darkness being swept away from his mind, looked once again out to reality and noticed that his eyes were once again clear to all around him.
Knowing that his time was almost up for he had sustained many wounds from his master’s beatings, Cahrill gave a family treasure that traced back to the now decimated race of the Luminos. Two single-long-handled, white bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse lightsabers. “These two swords….have helped our ancestors….for many a millennia…..and I know…..shall help you…..in finding your own destiny,” his father said with one last gasp and in the middle of the street, before Kyllian’s very eyes, Cahrill Linorium passed into the nether. Kyllian, saddened by his father’s death, chose to make his father’s last words true and fled into the bamboo forest once more. Force-Sprinting for miles, Kyllian came upon a cave of immense proportions. It’s maw was 50 feet tall, twice as wide, and stone teeth covered the tunnel from the floor to the ceiling making it so that bare rock was barely seen. Utilizing the sides of the teeth, Kyllian kicked his way through the throat of the cave and went into the darkness. Activating one of the lightsabers, Kyllian let the light guide his path and stepped deeper into the abyss. At one point he came upon a cavern so big that the ceiling was out his sight and the walls were over five times the width of the tunnel. Looking at the center, Kyllian gazed a pedestal that seemed to made of a blue crystal. Sitting on top of it, a lonely box, half a foot tall and just as wide, of purest white seemed to pulse in Kyllian’s presence. The boy, walking forward, noticed that his ancestral lightsaber were glowing even brighter and expanded the brilliance they gave off to encompass the whole cavern brining the ceiling into sight. As he drew closer to the pedestal, the box that forlornly sat upon it pulsed faster and faster letting off waves of energy. As the waves hit Kyllian’s body, he felt a force pushing him down into the earth he stood upon. Stronger and stronger the waves became as he stumbled closer and closer to the pedestal. Once he had achieved a distance of a single foot, the box seized its pulses and let out a blast of energy that flew Kyllian’s body to the back wall. Kyllian, using the training of centuries, flipped his body around like a cat and let his feet take most of the inertia before running down the wall and using the gathered speed to push his way back through the newly energized waves. Again, once he had gotten within a foot of the pedestal, the box shot out a blast of energy but Kyllian expected this. Bringing up his lightsaber, Kyllian swung the ancestral blade in a downward ark stopping the shockwave in its tracks. Taking this moment to advantage, Kyllian lunged at the box and succeeded with a victorious grasp.
Gingerly opening the box as if it might shatter in his very hands, Kyllian glanced down and saw White Jedi Robes. Pulling them out and clothing himself, Kyllian instinctively felt a presence within the stone expanse he stood in. Looking around wearily, the boy noticed a figure that was crumbled on the floor. Rushing to his aid, Kyllian grasped the man by the shoulder and at once was punched in the stomach. Studying the unknown creature, Kyllian saw that it wore Black Jedi Robes and wielded two black lightsabers just like his. “My parents…..where are they?” it spoke. Wondering in confusion who this person might be, Kyllian stood his ground and waited. “They are dead aren’t they……I’ve been waiting for them…..longing for their return but they never came….” Kyllian feeling a darkness shroud the cavern once more, his lone lightsaber dimming to its original shine, at once lunged at the figure with and swung at its head. The figure easily dodging the stroke of light, brought back its head and led out a hideous laugh that chilled Kyllian’s very soul. “You must identify me if you are to defeat me,” the thing spoke. Kyllian, tilting his head in puzzlement, studied the figure even further and saw that its robes were the mirror image of his own. In fact, his own body was mirrored by this strange being. “You are me!” he yelled in horror and with the last sound of his voice, the figure dematerialized and let out one breath of voice. “Find…..your own…..destiny……” the ghostly voice rang out and echoed down the tunnel. Kyllian, longing to be gone from this place of nightmares, looked to the tunnel and saw the stalactites and stalagmites were gone and a light shined in the distance.
For the next 35 years, Kyllian found the remaining parts to repair the YV-929 and started breaking his ties to Corulag. First, by wiping away all records and historic tracks of his parents’ past on the planet. Second, he gathered all of his belongings and necessities and packed them into the ship. Third and finally, he started his flight off into the universe in order to learn more of this growing darkness that seemed to smother the light of hope.
Throughout the next three millennia, Kyllian aided his body and mind to those in needed all over space. His involvement ranged from the Battle of Corbos to The Great Hyperspace Wars and continuing on to the present where we may now find him tracking down a recovered soul known as Zilfer of Shadows in order to find out if Kyllian may gain his tutelage as a student of the Kumorian arts.
Feats: Calm Mind I
Ships: 1 YV-929
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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Jan 23, 2010 18:57:42 GMT -5
Halfdan Bralor
Name - Halfdan Bralor
Class - Guardian
Age - 34 standard years
Sex - Male
Height/Weight - 7ft, 210 lbs
Species - Human Mandalorian
Items - orange lightsaber, full suit of black beskar'gam with red helmet, twin blasters one on each hip
Ships- GAT-12 Skipray Blastboat Horizon-Class Star Yacht
Troops - 7 Human Replica Droids 1 Astromech Droid
Bio - Halfdan grew up knowing something was different about himself, after his parents died when he was 10 he wondered the galaxy, drifting from planet to planet earning odds and ends trying to survive.
Halfdan entered a card game and won his ship the Wolfwind, at the age of 25 after winning his ship he decided that he needed to learn more of his past, delving deep into his memories he drew upon one that he saw a man in black armor. his father had always done business from Tatooine but never in the public eye.
After a 5 year journey to Tatooine, jumping from planet to planet calling in old favors, Halfdan arrived in Mos Eisley, Halfdan went into one of the cantinas and sat down for a drink, according to his source the man in black armor should be arriving to listen to a proposition, upon arriving at the cantina the man in armor came to Halfdan's table and sat. "So kid your finally following your old man"
"who are you" Halfdan asked "well im your uncle and a mercenary to boot" said the man in armor. "if your my uncle and not my fathers killer than what is my name" "i am Aidel Bralor, you are Halfdan, Bjorn's son. does that answer that? i left some armor that was your fathers in your ship, if you need anything my personal com link is on top. take care of your self kid." and with that Aidel walked away, Halfdan finished his drink and walked back to his ship.
Sitting atop the loading ramp just inside was a complete set of Beskar'gam (mandalorian iron) all was black except the red helmet, atop the pile there was a holo recorder with a message, "Listen Halfdan, im not one for family but my brother was always the one that led me to glory, this was his armor, it was all black but i painted the helmet red for your father, but this lightsaber was your mothers i dont know much about her, and neither did your father but i thought you should have it. take care kid." Halfdan looked at the tube that he thought was just filled with more armor, he picked it up and thumbed the switch thus activating a orange blade.
Halfdan dawned the armor and attached the blade to his belt, he left Tatooine and explored the galaxy for the next 5 years finally landing on Coruscant looking to learn more secrets of the force. Halfdan had to part with his ship so he could buy a living space here, but he always had his tracking beacon on it.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 24, 2010 1:43:55 GMT -5
JaggaryName: “Jaggary” Stratis Drahili Class: Bounty Hunter. Age: 28-30. He doesn't remember, but somewhere around there. Sex: Male Height/Weight: 6 Foot 2 Inches &170-180 pounds Species: AynaraiansItems: 2 Pistols, Hat with blade brim, Jacket with lots of pocket, Biff (Large pet lizard) Bio: Jaggary honestly doesn’t really remember where he was originally from. He literally woke up in the trunk of a truck on a planet he had no clue about. All he knew was that he was lost and alone. He taught himself to live, how to survive, and all those basics. Then he taught himself speech, and the way of walking in a crown without being noticed. Then came the thievery, something he thrived in right from the start. Once that was accomplished, he gave himself a name. Jaggary grew older, yet surprisingly enough, the silvery gold bands across his wrists that he had been found wearing seemed to grow along with him, and became a mystery Jaggary wanted to know about. It kind of went uphill from there. Money came to him as he was given jobs as he grew older, then being given enough, he flew away and continued else where. He found Biff the little dragon lizard, and kept on chugging. Jaggary is a kind of bounty hunter that relies mostly on his quick thinking abilities to get him out of situations rather then using brute force. He’s still physically capable of fighting, and fighting very strongly, but he prefers his tricks and blaster. He’s crafty, clever, always five steps a head of the game. He seems to have a plan for everything, enjoying the pleasure he takes in confusing many beings. It’s all a game, and he loves it that way. He’s a joker, a grand sense of humour and riddles, tricky and definitely on the sneaky side. He’s very trust worthy, providing that you’re on ‘his side’. He’s no backstabber, having some honour to his spidery soul. He will boast to any one who will listen, and flirt with any girl he can find. He loves to over exaggerate, over react, lie, and take credit for other's achievements. He’s got quite an ego, very proud, yet polite when he wants to be. H’s also got a twisted side. Jaggary is a spider, at least mostly spider, and spiders do need to feed. One of his many threats is to ‘gobble you up and eat you for dinner’. And he would if he so chooses too. Most of the time he threatens, but doesn’t actually mean it. He’ll stick to rats, cats, small dogs, and other creatures; but meat. And lots of it. When unhappy, watch out! Feats: Mercenary I
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Post by Cain on Jan 29, 2010 19:15:04 GMT -5
[BK] Tomato
Name: Brooksi Kazmer
Class: Smuggler
Age: Twenty-Two
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 5’11” – One Hundred Fifty-four lbs.
Species: Human (Anaxes)
Items: Companion2000, Wallet, Cheap Comlink. Never in snug material, Brooksi’s attire usually consists of cotton long sleeve shirts covered with even more comfortable light-colored sweaters. Commonly wearing hats that he collects from the major cities ventures to, his clothing also becomes slightly diverse, with a combination of different cultural clothing tied together with good fashion tastes. Brooksi’s bottoms are either cargo trousers or dark-colored slacks; complemented with operational boots. Proton Carbine, bought off the black market. Obviously, being one to upgrade everything he owns, he bought a scope attachment, a stronger power cell, and a fresh white Ice Cream paint job. It’s slick.
Ships: Normandy-class stealth star yacht/c Longsword Gunship
Troops: 1 BARC Speeder Bike 2 Flare-S Speeder Bike 2 Class I Clone 1 Astromech Droid 1 Medical Droid 1 Analysis Droid 2 PK Droid 2 B1 Battle Droid
Bio: Bred in Anaxes, Brooksi was a fatherless, poverty-stricken child. Living his infanthood through compensations for some militaristic act that his father had performed in the past, Brooksi was destined to cause trouble, being born from what some called the wicked witch of Anaxes. However, his mother provided all that she could. Brooksi was deprived, not physically though. He was given meals, it’s just his living and sanitary factors lacked some quality.
As a young adult, Brooksi decided to participate in the Anaxes common educational system; although he was well-spoken and inquisitive, he became even more unfortunate by being declined membership. Instead of getting an education, he delved into books in the community’s library. He was rather aloof during his teenage years. He loathed everything, because of their inability to give him some assistance. That was all that he desired, some assistance. He was determined to grow and develop his occupational potential, so he could in turn, save his small family from poverty.
When a conscript service came through Anaxes, Brooksi applied for a frontal assault force; the kind of soldiers that would go in first and most likely never come back. He performed a quick demolition assignment on some rebelling forces in Corellia, performing something of a police service to the neighboring cities. While returning from this mission, his sleeping area was checked for safety precautions, and under his bed were some illegal hallucinogens. He obviously didn’t put the substances there, but he was discharged for that; putting it on his record. This taint disallowed him to pursue another job after the military service, which basically screwed him.
He was sent back to Corellia for some criminal habilitation center, but during his travel, he escaped from the convoy and hid away in the Corellian slums. There, desperate and angry with the world, he gained a friend in the local Hutt lord. He performed his first Hutt smuggling assignment at the age of twenty-one.
Since then, his outlook on life completely changed. He created a philosophy on how life was something of a game that he needed to win, no matter the obstacles. No matter how innocent that sounds, he did so through criminal activity.
He refuses to participate in bounty hunting, but would be willing if necessary. He gained the admiration of many through his reckless, yet quick smuggling ability. He also gained quite a reputation of finding ways to escape raiding pirates.
Optimistic isn’t the word. His profound determination to become wealthy materialistically can be considered insignificant in the vast frontier that is space; however, his immense belief that such a thing is the only exciting factor about living life, without much education as a Anaxan smuggler, seems to actually attempt to make sense. All in all, he wants to make it big. Even though such a statement may also sound ridiculous, he believes that it isn’t.
He’s arrogant, selfish; yet slightly compassionate, a trait he gained from his recently fallen mother. Don’t get the wrong idea, he is a gangster. He is a cruel, shady man, who honestly could care less if you were a comrade and then died. However, he absolutely respects those who live life to the fullest. In this same case, he is an absolute anarchist. He thinks of the those in authority as organized thugs, who get away with theft through promises of military and order. These men sicken him, but it doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t have a beer with them.
Because his complete lack of admiration to the authority, he does everything possible to keep both excitement and rather criminal activities in his lifestyle. Most would believe that such a thing is foolish, and he’s just a regular space criminal. He is. He doesn’t make himself seem psychotic, or standoffish. He’s generally a man who picked his place in life, but doesn’t mind sharing it with others…no matter their race, affiliation, or rank.
Alignment: 0
Feat: Scoundrel Luck I
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 31, 2010 1:47:34 GMT -5
Ceadda
Name: Draiden DuMinish
Class: Bounty Hunter
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 5'11"/ 170 lbs.
Species: Human
Items: Blaster rifle; Father's Family vibroblade, Brown Ribbed Jacket, White Undershirt, Black relaxed fit leather pants, Pair of soft satin boots, Brown belt for vibrodagger, Sling for blaster
Ships: Taung-Class Strike Carrier
Troops: 1 22-B Nightfalcon speeder bike 1 Holodroid
Bio: A member of the GenoHaradan guild of assassins, Draiden is the only son of Jared and Maria DuMinish, a low class couple inhabiting Kuat as Speeder Mechanics. Draiden was always quite adept with speeders, modifying them to go faster, turn sharper. With a very inquisitive mind, he knew there was more to life than turning wrenches for his father.
After an unexpected Tuskan raid on his town, his parents are killed and the empire turns its back to the orphan boy and the rest of the town. He swore to avenge himself against the Sand People and the Empire.
Alignment: +25
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Post by Cain on Feb 16, 2010 12:08:45 GMT -5
Virenn
Name: Skywise Esense Class: Smuggler Age: 17 Sex: Male Height/Weight: 6ft/160lbs Species: Human Items: Standard blaster rifle, white shirt, tan pants, black boots and a dagger with the family name engraved onto it. Bio: Born on Corellia as the first son in the latest generation of the Esense family, Skywise too was blessed with an eccentric name as given to his older sister, and later on his three younger brothers. Always the reckless problem child he found himself a foil to Moonfire, loud and arrogant to his modest and quieter sibling, who acted more like a mother than a sister half the time. After the Corellia incident the Esenses moved to Coruscant, when their mother Anaye Esense once more gave birth to her5th and final child, Mistsong. Shortly there after his mild mannered sister left for explorations of the galaxy, refusing to take him with her despite his pleas. Four years had passed since that day, and with it strange changes befell their new planet. Coruscant’s sky darkened, the Republic became the Empire and their home was lost in a Nar Shaddaa-esqe wave of crime and lawlessness.
Alignment: 15
Feats: Scoundrel's Luck I
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