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CHARACTER SHEET........

NAME:

SPECIES:: Theirs Alot

FACTION: (example) Mandolorain, Jedi, Sith ect

APPEARENCE: Will accept images/descriptions

EDUCATION: Anything from Pilot training to a Disciple of Darkness

CLASSIFICATION (example) Sith Warrior, Jedi Guardian, Mandolorian Sniper

COMBAT STYLE (if applicable)

WEAPONS: (try to be specific if u can

UNIQUE SKILLS - Limit 3 ( do some research)

ARMOR/CLOTHING: Be Descriptive as possible

PERSONALITY: yea you got this

TRAITS: Scars, Tattoos implants, cybernetics, THIS IS STAR WARS!!!

FORCE POWERS (if applicable)

BIO/HISTORY: be sure to include planet of Origin.

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

NAME: Eberron Akios

SPECIES:: Valha

FACTION: Force Warden (A group made up of Grey jedi Exiles and dark Jedi gone grey.)

APPEARENCE:
Eye color: Lavender

Hair style and color: White, short

Skin: Ashen white

Age: 26



EDUCATION: Light and Dark Side of the force. Combat in blade, ranged, and the force. Military tactics and strategy

CLASSIFICATION: Force Warden Paladin, Rank: Warden (Equivalent to a master)

COMBAT STYLE: Form V Djem So, Form VII Juyo, Hand to Hand combat

WEAPONS:
Bloodletter

(Sith Sword Prototype/experiment.)

"The sword is rather peciliar in the fact it's an experiment of sorts. Perhaps the Students here were trying to infuse the blade with the force much like the Je'daii of old, while combining the proporties of their alchemy. Upon the Hilt and pommel there are two extremely rare Quixoni Crystal that seems to call to me. Whom evere forged this weapon spared no expense, as the edge seems to be forged of alchemically strengthened Cortosis.
There is a hunger to this blade, almost as if it is incomplete. Perhapse some meditation with it can fix that while I attune the blade to me."

⦁ Made up of cortosis and Rubat.
⦁ Two Quixoni Crystals on hilt and pommel
⦁ Has a Blood Red glow
⦁ Upon Bonding with the crystals Eberron's force abilities seem to have strengthened Allowing him some greater control of his force enduced rage.

"Upon Meditating on the blade and crystals, the weapon has fully bound itself to me. Curiously, the Quixoni crystals seem to have given me a measure of control when i'm in a force enduced rage.
Upon closer inspection of the blade, I found that it is was weaved out of Rubat crystals and was reinforced with traces of Cortosis. I also noticed three sockets on the ricasso of the blade for additional crystals. Perhaps they had learned the how to forge weapons like the Rakata of the Infinite Empire?"



UNIQUE SKILLS - Force ability Force Maelstrom, Historian, Natural Aptitude to the force (Darkside)

ARMOR/CLOTHING:
-Custom Warden Robes Made up of Armorweave and Phrik Chestplate and gauntlets
-Custom Mask made up of beskaar and Phrik based off of the mandolarian visor (Bonus diplomacy with mandolorians)


PERSONALITY: Cold, calculating, Sarcastic, Loyal to those who earn it, Vengeful, Open minded

TRAITS: Several scars and burns cross his body from his time growing up a slave on Mustafaar

FORCE POWERS:
-Telekinesis
-Force Jump
-Force sense
-Force Choke
-Dark Rage
-Deadly Sight
-Force drain
-Force stealth
-Mind trick
-Force Lightning
-Breath control
-Detoxify Poison
-Force speed
-Drain Knowledge
-Beast Trick
-Pyrokenesis
-Inertia
-Force Armor
-Shatterpoint
-Dark Healing

BIO/HISTORY: Eberron knew nothing of his parents. Abandoned as an infant on mustafar, Eberron was raised by the slave works on that world. When he was six, he was found by a Grey Force user, and purchased from the mustafaarian slavers and quickly whisked off into the unkown regions to the world of Tulpaa, where he was to be trained as an Initiate in the Order of Force Wardens. Eberron was a Prodigy when it came to the Dark Side of the force, Inherent in his Valha Blood. Because of this, he advanced quickly in his apprenticeship. Becoming a Warden at an early age of 22. Despite his affinity to the darkside, he is in actuality grey, both in the force and morally.

Spoiler: Additional information

Homeworld: Tulpaa
Language: Mustafarian, Galactic Basic standard, Rakata, some Mando'a
Voice: Outer Rim accent
Likes: Knowledge, Learning, Force traditions, Corellian Whiskey
Dislikes: Jedi, Those whom seek to bring harm to his allies, Those who fuck with the balance of the force, killing innocents
Fear(s): His own death, Failure

Relationships
Orientation: Bi
Relationship/Mate: None
Allies/Friends: Currently none
Rivals/Enemies: Whomever fucks with the balance/their protectorates
Organization: Force Wardens, Paladin

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

NAME: Galen Barr (Often called "Revan" due to his beliefs)

SPECIES: Human

FACTION: Jedi Order, Jedi Revanchists

APPEARENCE: Will accept images/descriptions

Only in his face, of course. Couldn't find any decent Revan art without the scars.

EDUCATION: Knowledge of the Force (primarily Light Side, is experimenting with Dark Side) , Lightsaber Combat, Warfare Strategy, Robotics

CLASSIFICATION: Jedi Sentinel

COMBAT STYLE: Forms I, II, and III

WEAPONS: Two lightsabers: one purple, and one green. He prefers to use his purple one, however. The second is for emergencies of when he has to dual wield.
Purple:


Green:


UNIQUE SKILLS:
-Genius Tactician and Diplomat
-Intricate Knowledge of the Force
-Exceptional mechanic

ARMOR/CLOTHING:



PERSONALITY: Galen is by no means a good Jedi. While he has incredible emotional control, and is very objective and logical, he is often driven by his passions. He has strong convictions, and pursues his goals with a zealous fervor. He tries to analyze a situation and figure out a good strategy before jumping in, and his objective view means that he isn't above dishonorable tactics if it means less suffering overall.

TRAITS: None

FORCE POWERS:
Force Push/Pull
Force Grip
Force Repulse
Force Jump/Speed
Force Persuade
Force Choke

BIO/HISTORY: No one is quite sure where Galen was born. He was originally a slave on a planet ravaged by war, brought there by mercenaries to serve as cannon fodder. He was already quite hardened at a young age, though he still remained hopeful that one day, there would be peace. He eventually ran to the side that was unofficially loyal to the Republic, and quickly joined their cause. He often saw innocents die due to a lack of action or not doing a morally questionable strategy, and it became clear to Galen that in war, sometimes you would have to sacrifice your principles to win. When the Jedi were sent in as peace keepers, they successfully called a peace treaty, and this was when Galen was discovered as Force Sensitive. Though he was a bit old, and the Order sensed some darkness in the boy, he was brought in to become a Jedi. He excelled in his studies, proving to be a prodigy in lightsaber combat, the Force, and even robotics. As he grew older, however, it became clear his views could be...extreme. Upon the start of the Mandalorian Wars, Galen was very outspoken on his opinion that the Order should get involved, and stop the genocide the Mandalorian's were committing across the Galaxy. Galen quickly gained followers, his most loyal being a fellow Jedi named Malak, and Meetra Surik. The three soon set off with a small group of Jedi, called the Revanchists, and Galen soon took on the title of Revan after discovering his famous mask. Currently, he is the commander of the Republic Fleet, proving himself a capable military leader in several triumphant victories against the Mandalorians.

 

[D. Rex]

NAME: Buul Ba-Raz

SPECIES: Gungan

FACTION: Jedi Order

APPEARENCE:


EDUCATION: Way of the Force (Light Side), Guerilla warfare, biology, lightsaber combat, hand to hand combat, philosophy.

CLASSIFICATION: Jedi Consular, Jedi Master

COMBAT STYLE: Form II(Makashi), Form III (Soresu), Form IV (Ataru)

WEAPONS: A single one handed green lightsaber, built with a gungan aesthetic in mind.




UNIQUE SKILLS - Innate wisdom, lightsaber duelist, Guerilla ops Specialist

ARMOR/CLOTHING: Traditional brown jedi robes, short sleeved. Underneath he wears a humble dark brown sleeveless tunic. A standard jedi utility belt. Sandals.

PERSONALITY: Wise, compassionate, aggressive, practical.

An unusual specimen among the usually diplomatic Jedi Consulars. Buul has developed his own philosophy of the path, adapting the principles of confrontation into the way of peace. As such the saying "speak softly, but carry a big stick" comes to mind. While he is indeed diplomatic, combat is far from the last resort. Talk is cheap, if there is no value behind it. And peace is fleeting should it be incapable of fighting for itself. His philosophies has lead him to have a malleable view of the force. However, just because he has dedicated himself to the ways of the consular does not mean he is ignorant in the ways of the blade. Study of the Martial forms has given him much insight.

Buul is a man of wisdom, and unflappable as any Jedi should be. He is outwardly friendly, and is as quick to adapt as he is to overcome. A talkative one, should you have the ear to listen, and is more than happy to share his fondness of wit. Lastly, even though he is quick to meet combat, killing an opponent is a last result. He would much rather it end with dismemberment or incapacitation.


TRAITS: Mottled green skin. Minor scars one side of his face, faded by time. Two elongated whiskers.

FORCE POWERS: (Will apply it in a broad sense, but used specifics to give an idea of his lines of force study, as some of these are unmastered.)
Telekinesis
Alter Environment
Force Sense
Force Blinding
Force Light
Force Healing
Droid Disable
Force Stun
Jedi Mind Trick
Force Valor
Shatterpoint
Force Stealth
Force Projection
Force Illusion
Plant Surge
Force Barrier
Force Jump/Speed
Animal Friendship
Force Sight
Electric Judgement
Sever Force

BIO/HISTORY: WIP

 

[ArchAngelLexi]

NAME: Pythonissa

SPECIES:: Zabrak

FACTION: Sith

APPEARENCE:


EDUCATION: Sith Academy on Korriban

CLASSIFICATION: Sith Sorcerer/Alchemist

COMBAT STYLE: Form VI Niman, Pythonissas fighting style was adopted through her reserved temperament and her quest for knowledge, in result she has turned to the form of Niman, allowing her to utilize various techniques from all forms while maintaining a calm demeanor during the fight allowing her to have clairvoyance and get the advantage on most opponents she deals with.

WEAPONS: Pythonissa's main weapon is an alchemy sword which she crafted herself after years of study and perfection.
On it she carved the instructions for the thought bomb ritual. The sword is fairly light for it's size, being academically altered to only weigh 7 lbs but still be very strong. As well forging it in the blood of her master allowing it to seethe in dark side power.

As a back up weapon she keeps her first lightsaber. In it is a crystal that she bled herself.


UNIQUE SKILLS - Mask technique & mask presence, force enhance

ARMOR/CLOTHING: Her armor is as depicted in the photos, and through alchemy has been made lighter and more resistant to blasters and force attacks
Her regular clothing consists of simple black garb and robes which are light and weather resistant.

PERSONALITY: like most Sith she believes power is freedom. So she's not as hateful and angry as most are only valuing her own freedom over all others, hating authority. She finds joy in studying the history and artifacts and learning of ancient rituals. Believing knowledge is power and power is freedom. She does resent most sith to a degree seeing them as tyrannical. Though she does agree with their ideology to a degree.

TRAITS: A cybernetic Right hand just below the elbow. Multiple small scars all over her body, namely her shins and left arm. As well as a large scar across her right upper cheek

FORCE POWERS:
Dark Illusion
Force Drain
Force Choke
Force Lightning
Drain Knowledge
Create Force Wraith
Force Persuade
Force Push

BIO/HISTORY: Pythonissa was born on Iridonia and was taken as a slave to Makeb. She doesn't remember much of her childhood on Iridonia before she was taken. She was only a slave to the Hutts on Makeb a few years before her connection to the force was discovered. Now being forced to a seemingly worse fate, be forced to train as a Sith acolyte. Valuing her own life and freedom she surpassed the other acolyte slaves and became the apprentice to a sith Alchemist.
During this time she began researching into the Rakattan empire. While exploring on Belsavis she encountered a jedi. Figuring it was kill or be killed she devised a plan to defeat the jedi. Luring the jedi deeper into a trap she used her knowledge on Rakattan technology to defeat the Jedi, but not without losing her right hand and scarring her face. Taking the jedi's lightsaber and using it as her own after bleeding the crystal herself.
After some years she learned more of ancient artifacts, technologies, and rituals. She studied more into the force and alchemy. Having a desire to forge a alchemy sword of her own she got stronger in the force to kill and surpass her master who forced her into this life. While greatful for her new power she hated her master and wasn't particularly a fan of the sith.

 

[Zotar]

NAME: Tweogan Ventus

SPECIES: Human

FACTION: Force Wardens

APPEARANCE: Red haired, freckled, with green eyes, lean and wiry with a cut scar on his right eye and an odd burn mark on his left hand.

EDUCATION: Basic Astronavigation, Linguistics, Ship Maintenance, Grey Jedi Apprenticeship.

CLASSIFICATION: Paladin Apprentice

COMBAT STYLE: Healthy mix of utility, defense, offense, stealth.

WEAPONS: Hand Crossbow, Dagger, (sword pending)

UNIQUE SKILLS: Parkour, Mapping/Diagramming, Innate Sense of Direction

ARMOR/CLOTHING: Duraweave robe provided by his master, drab work clothes.


PERSONALITY: Quiet, and reserved yet bold, active, adventurous. Likes to climb on things, balance and perch.

TRAITS: Electronics hate him and his electrical field, so he avoids them and makes do without them when he can.

FORCE POWERS:

Force Lightning
Force Speed/Jumping
Telekinesis
Force Armour
Force weapon
Force stealth
Breath Control
Force Sense


BIO/HISTORY:

His family fled wars and rumors of wars centered around Sith and Jedi. Taking issue against the Force in general, they left their homeworld Corellia and sought sheltered harbor in the Unknown Regions. When they discovered that Tweogan possessed Force abilities, his parents shoved him in an escape pod, jettisoned him at the first available planet, and jumped away without ever looking back.

Tweogan was Eight. After a chance encounter and rescue, Tweogan was convinced to join the Force Wardens and learn to control his powers and use them for a worthwhile cause. His Master is Eberron.

 

[ZuluSlayer]

NAME: Magnus Elbrus

SPECIES:: Human

FACTION: The Blood Dragons, a warlord clique in the edges of the Outer Rim.

APPEARENCE: A muscular man, bald. Not handsome, but not ugly. Some scars from burns or surgeries, green eyes.

EDUCATION: Received much training as a Lord of the Sith, was well-educated in the ways of the Jedi, also received a fine education before he left to join the Sith.

CLASSIFICATION: The Warlord, a Jack of All Trades.

COMBAT STYLE: Form VI, with limited ability of Form VII. In ranged combat, he prefers to stay at a long distance from his enemies, using the high range and accuracy of his rifle to pick enemies off from a safe distance.

WEAPONS: Magnus developed the FSI-200 when he founded the Blood Dragons. The blaster lacks the rate of fire or gas capacity of other blasters, but makes up for it with versatility and power. It comes with a vibro-bayonet that can be activated at will and a grenade launcher. As a sidearm, he carries the venerable DF-10, a heavy blaster pistol, and also has numerous explosives. In a prolonged melee, Magnus prefers to use his lightsaber, with a yellow blade.

UNIQUE SKILLS - Advanced battle meditation, natural charisma, unnatural resilience

ARMOR/CLOTHING: After he faked his death, Magnus traveled to Mandalore and made purchase a suit of beskar armor. The armor was ideal for combat, allowing great agility and protection against blasters and lightsabers. Outside of battle, he wears simple attire, but keeps a blastproof vest on below his clothing at all times.

PERSONALITY: Magnus is an ambitious and power-hungry man. He has few ethics, and isn't afraid to cross the moral line to get closer to his objectives. But he understands that power can't be maintained through fear alone. He is generous to those who are loyal, and is willing to show mercy to those who show they will repent.

TRAITS: Magnus invested in several cybernetics to subtly boost his abilities. Nothing too fancy, just little things. Boost his hand-eye coordination, make his blows land a bit harder.

FORCE POWERS: Battle Meditation
Force Insanity
Mind Control
Force Corrupt
Force Illusion
Force Lightning
Force Choke
Force Suppression
Force Rage
Sith Alchemy
Basic force powers

BIO/HISTORY: Born and raised in a noble family on Anaxes, Magnus came from a proud line of merchants that stretched back generations. Many expected him to follow in the path of his ancestors. Few expected him to take to the stars after he discovered his connection to the force. He was an ambitious soul, and set his sights on domination. But he was also a realist, and knew he didn't have the skills, resources, or, most importantly, reputation for it. But there were some that offered him all and more. In the edges of the galaxy, there was a group of like-minded individuals who gained power through force, will, and cruelty. Not the preferred path, but much easier than serving in the ranks of the Republic or being a Jedi.
The Sith were a great boon for Magnus. Under their harsh lessons, he became an adept duellist and user of the force. But it soon became apparent that he found his true calling commanding the forces of the Sith, on land and in space. His first command was the Harbinger, a Sith dreadnought. He saw his first combat as part of a fleet that invaded the pirate-infested Terminus system. His service upon the Harbinger earned him renown after he defeated three pirate cruisers himself, using the heavy dreadnought as bait while his bombers hammered the cruisers from behind. His use of combined arms and battle meditation allowed his dreadnought to take on significantly stronger enemies, and by the end of the campaign, the Harbinger had one of the highest kill counts of the fleet, tallying 12 cruisers and 15 frigates.
For his valiant service and great talent on the battlefield, Magnus was promoted, and quickly became a rising star among the Sith.
After three decades, Magnus became seeped deeply in the ways of the Sith. He was a strategist unmatched, and was a talented Force-User and saberman. He was a Lord of the Sith, one of the strongest in the galaxy. His exploits were all the talk, and because of his fame and growing power, he gained many enemies. If there was anything more deadly than war, it was Sith politics. He hated watching his back, expecting someone to plunge a lightsaber into his back or driving him mad with some force power. It was after the first attempt on his life that he saw the great flaw of the Sith: the in-fighting would prevent true unity, and therefore, galactic domination. He had to get out, before the infighting engulfed him.
He got his chance for freedom with the Mutiny of the Three. Three Sith vessels, upset at the brutal treatment of their crew by higher ranking officials, mutinied. One of them was Magnus' capital ship. The resulting fight between the loyalists and mutineers would see Magnus' ship destroyed and the other two damaged. It was said that Magnus fought to the last after activating the self-destruct, roaring his defiance until the ship imploded. Of course, this was a lie. The Mutiny had been set up by Magnus himself, who used battle meditation to crush the morale of his crew, and then commited an atrocity or two to rile them up. A clone took his place on the ship, and by the time Magnus' body double had died, he was already across the galaxy, setting up a state for himself in the Outer Rim.
Magnus knew that the true way to power wasn't sheer force, like the Sith taught, or through compassion, like the Jedi believed. The way to power was best described by a famous Anaxes quote: speak softly, and carry a big stick.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

NAME: Tern Ordo

SPECIES: Human

FACTION: Mandalorian (Mando'ade)

APPEARENCE:

EDUCATION: Advanced Survivalist, Guerilla Warfare, Languages (Mando'a, Jawaese, and some Huttese), Metalsmith, Marksmanship, and Pilot training.

CLASSIFICATION: Mandalorian Warrior

COMBAT STYLE: Unarmed combat, and Vibrosword combat.

WEAPONS:

• Twin Blastech blaster pistols
• SLI-28 - A sniper blaster
• Cortosis Weave Vibrosword - A vibrosword with cortosis weaving, this gives it the ability to block and parry lightsabers but reduces the blade's durability.

UNIQUE SKILLS - Mental Fortitude, and Enhanced Spatial Awareness.

ARMOR/CLOTHING: Bluish-purple Mandalorian armor made with beskar. The beskar in Tern's armor has been enhanced with various carbons, on the molecular level the carbons forms cages around the beskar, making the material lighter than pure beskar without reducing its' durability. Beskar has been know to resist blaster fire, even lightsaber strikes.

PERSONALITY: Like most Mandalorians, Tern is fiercely loyal, respectful, and duty-bound; these attributes of his diminish when confronted with non Mandalorians but if they earn his respect via demonstration of their combat ability then Tern's attitude towards them increases. Tern is very sociable, not afraid to speak his mind however he remains mostly quiet on missions/hunts expect when important information needs to be conveyed. During his free time Tern likes to indulge in large amounts of 1.Mandallian Narcolethe and 2. ne'tra gal. When he isn't drinking, he mostly tends to his gear. He also takes on a pragmatic view during battles.

TRAITS: Has the Mandalorian Skull tattooed on his right shoulder, and the Clan Ordo symbol on his left shoulder. Minor scar tissue littered over his body.

FORCE POWERS: None.

BIO/HISTORY: Tern Ordo is a Mandalorian born on the planet Ordo, homeworld of the Mandalorian clan Ordo. After his birth, Tern's parents along with several other clansmen departed their planet and began travelling the galaxy. When Tern turned 13, he became very arrogant so much so that his father was concerned that it would cost the young boy's 3.verd'goten. In order for Tern's arrogance to be tamed, his father tasked him with a hunt before undergoing verd'goten. The target of the hunt was a large nexu known as Three-eyes. While Tern happily accepted the hunt, thinking the nexu to be just another dumb beast; he was quickly surprised when that 'dumb beast' gained the upper hand, about to deliver the killing blow before it was killed by Tern's father. After this humbling experience, the young boy underwent verd'goten and became a Mandalorian adult.

Many years later, Tern partook in many clan hunts, his kills and skills only got bigger with each hunt. He participated during the end of the Great Sith War (Also known to the Mandalorians as the Great Shadow Crusade).

Notes:

1. Mandallian Narcolethe - is a potent alcoholic drink made by Mandallian Giants, Mandalorians enjoy its' potency.
2. Ne'tra gal - is a black ale with a sweet taste, it is a staple drink of the Mandalorians.
3. Verd'goten - is a coming of age ritual in which young Mandalorians undergo to become Mandalorian adults at the age of 13. Prior to the ritual, they train from 8 years old with their father or whoever is able to train them at the time.

 

[D. Rex]

NAME: Vrirch'elloasu'gasdume "Chell"

SPECIES: Chiss

FACTION: Not yet Hired

APPEARENCE:


EDUCATION: Advanced Piloting, marksmanship, mechanical engineering, navigation, Chiss Academy

CLASSIFICATION: Pilot for hire

COMBAT STYLE: Tactically pragmatic, unfair, but preferably not at all, and especially with not being paid for it. That isnt to say she isnt capable. She has had extensive training to to do just that in the Chiss Academy, ranging from hand to handcombat, marksmanship, and dogfighting.

WEAPONS:
B-31 Night Hunter Disruptor Pistol.
Highly illegal, highly dangerous. The unique blasts of disruptors make them particularly potent, able to go through shields. Blasts disentigrate the target, ripping things apart at the molecular level.



Thermal detonators

UNIQUE SKILLS - Impeccable pilot, fleet strategy, mechanical engineering

ARMOR/CLOTHING: Nothing special, and tends to be whatever she can find. A simple flight jacket and breeches, with a holster and bandolier.

PERSONALITY: Sour. That is one way to describe her. Chell is quite the cynical being. Not having a high view of people in general, and an even lower view of the forces at play. The jedi, the sith, the Mandolorians... if anything she would side with the mandos if she suspected they wouldnt kill her in sight. The jedi and sith have had their time, and they are both worthless.

Chell is content with living the life she does. A simple freelancer doing simple jobs for simple money. And if it wasnt for the chance of money should would be in the opposite end of the galaxy.

Rough lived she is, and it is fairly common for sarcasm or venom to bleed into her words when someone does something stupid. Even if they are bigger and mightier than she is. What's the worse that could happen? They kill her? Not the worst end she could imagine.

But once you pay her, she will put everything she has into the job. Until you betray her, or she is given an offer she cant refuse (unless she likes you). Without much in life to look forward to, work is the only thing left to give her life meaning. As such, she tends to just go with the flow of wherever life takes her.

TRAITS: Blue skin, red eyes, black hair. Major scarring across one side of her face.

FORCE POWERS: N/A

BIO/HISTORY: Hailing from Csilla. A home she hasn't seen in many years. She used to be part of the Chiss Expansionary Fleet... but that was before she was stripped of literally everything. Rank, property, money, weapons, and even the clothes on her back. Given nothing but a ship and the title of an Exile. One of the worst punishments a Chiss could face.

She will never mention this. Nor reveal why. A great shame it was. Besides, after being expunged from her culture, it's no one's business now but her own.

Making it to the known galaxy, she began learning their ways for no other purpose than to survive. Slavery was the first thing she knew of theseoff world. Her ship taken and herself chained. It where she learned to speak basic. Chell actually didnt much care about the disgrace of slavery. An apt pennance. But even that didnt last, as war reached the planet, chaos changed the standard. And, well, it was either flee or die.

Chel found herself with others of her status drawn to the criminal underworld for survival. Doing anything to get by, and doing even more to get offworld. It was here she was at least able to put some of her skills to use as a pilot. She would eventually do things in her own, growing tired of the eccentricities of those she worked for.

War now, was what would make money. And, maybe, gave her a little hope that she might be get her passion going again. After all these years in exile, she became to start to resent the Chiss. And that it was time she stopped worrying about exile and did as she pleased. War brings about many changes, so why not capitalize on this one.

 

[Phantom9786]

NAME: Vrirch'elloasu'gasdume "Chell"

SPECIES: Chiss

FACTION: Not yet Hired

APPEARENCE:
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EDUCATION: Advanced Piloting, marksmanship, mechanical engineering, navigation, Chiss Academy

CLASSIFICATION: Pilot for hire

COMBAT STYLE: Tactically pragmatic, unfair, but preferably not at all, and especially with not being paid for it. That isnt to say she isnt capable. She has had extensive training to to do just that in the Chiss Academy, ranging from hand to handcombat, marksmanship, and dogfighting.

WEAPONS:
B-31 Night Hunter Disruptor Pistol.
Highly illegal, highly dangerous. The unique blasts of disruptors make them particularly potent, able to go through shields. Blasts disentigrate the target, ripping things apart at the molecular level.

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Thermal detonators

UNIQUE SKILLS - Impeccable pilot, fleet strategy, mechanical engineering

ARMOR/CLOTHING: Nothing special, and tends to be whatever she can find. A simple flight jacket and breeches, with a holster and bandolier.

PERSONALITY: Sour. That is one way to describe her. Chell is quite the cynical being. Not having a high view of people in general, and an even lower view of the forces at play. The jedi, the sith, the Mandolorians... if anything she would side with the mandos if she suspected they wouldnt kill her in sight. The jedi and sith have had their time, and they are both worthless.

Chell is content with living the life she does. A simple freelancer doing simple jobs for simple money. And if it wasnt for the chance of money should would be in the opposite end of the galaxy.

Rough lived she is, and it is fairly common for sarcasm or venom to bleed into her words when someone does something stupid. Even if they are bigger and mightier than she is. What's the worse that could happen? They kill her? Not the worst end she could imagine.

But once you pay her, she will put everything she has into the job. Until you betray her, or she is given an offer she cant refuse (unless she likes you). Without much in life to look forward to, work is the only thing left to give her life meaning. As such, she tends to just go with the flow of wherever life takes her.

TRAITS: Blue skin, red eyes, black hair. Major scarring across one side of her face.

FORCE POWERS: N/A

BIO/HISTORY: Hailing from Csilla. A home she hasn't seen in many years. She used to be part of the Chiss Expansionary Fleet... but that was before she was stripped of literally everything. Rank, property, money, weapons, and even the clothes on her back. Given nothing but a ship and the title of an Exile. One of the worst punishments a Chiss could face.

She will never mention this. Nor reveal why. A great shame it was. Besides, after being expunged from her culture, it's no one's business now but her own.

Making it to the known galaxy, she began learning their ways for no other purpose than to survive. Slavery was the first thing she knew of theseoff world. Her ship taken and herself chained. It where she learned to speak basic. Chell actually didnt much care about the disgrace of slavery. An apt pennance. But even that didnt last, as war reached the planet, chaos changed the standard. And, well, it was either flee or die.

Chel found herself with others of her status drawn to the criminal underworld for survival. Doing anything to get by, and doing even more to get offworld. It was here she was at least able to put some of her skills to use as a pilot. She would eventually do things in her own, growing tired of the eccentricities of those she worked for.

War now, was what would make money. And, maybe, gave her a little hope that she might be get her passion going again. After all these years in exile, she became to start to resent the Chiss. And that it was time she stopped worrying about exile and did as she pleased. War brings about many changes, so why not capitalize on this one.

I love your character DREX

 

[Phantom9786]

NAME: Akros Silvarte ( AKA Phantom)

SPECIES: Zabrak

FACTION: Sith

HISTORY: (3657 BBY) Akros was a son of dathomir born a force sensitive, At age two he was taken by a Lord of the Sith who would eventually become his master, taken to korriban and forced into the sith, tortured, starved and almost killed. This went on for a few months before he gave in to the dark side, giving in to all of the hatred towards his tormentor, His Master trained him in dueling other force users specifically, he wanted to use Akros's newfound power to overthrow another lord in a huge power grab. Akros learned all he could from his Master, seeping in every ounce of information and abilities as he could because Akros had other plans, Eventually time passed and there came the day when Akros killed his Master, disarming his master and picking him up with a force choke so strong it almost severed his masters head, Afterward he obtained his Masters lightsaber and holocron and made for deep space, once safe enough he studied the holocron and learned of another Lord of the sith's holocrons that were filled wth tons of rituals and history that could well benefit him, He made for balmorra, it took him months of surveying and meditation before he found the cave and the holocron inside, but he wasnt alone, A bounty hunter had been following him for a few weeks looking to score any profit off the young sith tracked Akros into the cave, obtaining the Holocron Akros sensed the hunter closing in, using the force he pulled the hunter to him but it was too late. The bounty hunter had pulled out the carbon freeze device and began to freeze akros in place but before akros was completely frozen he used the force to breach the cave wall, starting to make it collapse the Hunter narrowly escaped before the cave collapsed trapping Akros inside with the holocron awaiting the day to be unfrozen from a carbonite slumber along with the power to change the galaxy....

APPEARENCE: Akros was not by all means a big guy, he was rather small, being only 5'6 and weighing 110 lbs, he had a very stern face but seemed to have a gentle nature to it despite being deeply attuned to the dark side.

EDUCATION: Coming into the Sith very young at age 2 Akros was taught thoroughly about the history and lore of the Sith dating back as early as Ajunta Pall and Naga Sadow, he was taught various combat proficiency and dark side abilities to aid him in combat, he was one of the best his master had ever seen in single saber dueling

CLASSIFICATION: Sith Warrior

COMBAT STYLE: Form II lightsaber Combat: Makashi

WEAPON: Phantom carries one heavily modified lightsaber built by him shortly after killing his master, the modified weapons em miter shroud and energy gates make the blade increase in length at will, the crystal he obtained from his masters lightsaber, however during the time he was building the lightsaber Akros remembered all the torture and punishment he endureded which caused him to break the crystal with his bare hand. The hilt is comprised of Beskar, and cortosis weave surrounding most of the weapon it was basically unbreakable as he did not want the weapon to break no matter what he was hitting.

UNIQUE SKILLS - Force Breach- The ability to injure a target by exploiting its shatter point
Deadly Sight- A Force-user harnessed fury and hatred and then projected them through an intense glare onto the victim
Crush Opposition- A dark side force power that sapped the willpower of every one around the user, in varying degrees of radius

ARMOR/CLOTHING: Cortosis Weave sith robes personally made by Akros when he was no longer under his masters control, very sturdy and can take few light saber hits before Akros starts to feel any real pain. he wears an all black face sheild to intimidate his enemy before killing them mercilessly

PERSONALITY: Akros is not much for conversation, being raised almost from birth at the sith academy, he was always watching his back, never knowing what might come out and kill him, because of his violent history in the sith order, Akros grew to seethe in hatred for almost everyone and everything, his quest for power began slowly after he killed a lord of the sith, and stole his lightsaber and holocron, He has a strong determination to do whatever he deems necessary to stay alive and seize whatever knowledge containing information on the darkside of the force, because of this Akros is not very likeable by any means, His Cruel and uncaring nature makes many people fear and dislike being near him, not to mention he has a very viscous nature.

TRAITS: Strong Willed, Determined, Realistic, Practical, Knowledgeable in Dark Side usage and Combat Techniques, Has tunnel vision and lack of patience which has cost him more than just fights...

FORCE POWERS: Force Choke
Force Pull
Force Push
Force Lightning
Force Jump
Augment Strength
Force Slow

Planet of Origin: Dathomiir