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[rebirth]

Character sheets for here are going to be a little different in the sense that they're less "character sheet" and more "detailed character description." Instead of copying and pasting a template and just filling it out, I think it'll help with character development so it's not just filling out a template. This way players have a chance to get to know their character, define their limitations and attributes, before starting.

It's basically just a detailed character description with a few requirements. The following are the very basic requirements that need to be in the sheet. These are flexible. Any format or wording is fair play, as long as you have these very basic concepts, you can write whatever else you'd like.

If you want to, you can just make a normal character sheet.

That being said, the requirements are as follows:


Name
Age
Gender
Species
Home Planet
Affiliations
Occupation

Skin Color
Eye Color
Dressing Style
Other Descriptions on Looks

Personality/Attitude
Flaws (physical or mental)
Force Sensitive (yes or no)

 

[rebirth]

Eighteen years before the Battle of Yavin, Sheraff Goalin was born to a rich Chandrilan family. Despite constant dissident towards the Empire, both from his homeworld's government and the general population, Sheraff looked up to it—wanting from a young age to join their ranks and become a pilot among the stars. This dream only prospered with the formation of the Rebel Alliance and Chandrila's involvement in its foundation. At the age of 19, Goalin enlisted in the Imperial Academy on Corulag. Later during his training, he was responsible for investigating and exposing an illegal swoop-racing ring within the ranks of the Academy, which helped to further his educational career.

Unlike many others who enlisted with the Galactic Empire, Sheraff actually became the pilot of a TIE fighter, eventually going on to become captain of his squadron. The fleet commander to whom he served under took notice of this aptitude, and soon, he was commanding the fighters behind the safety of deflector shields and duralloy hulls.

Now, Sheraff finds himself Fleet Admiral under the service of the Imperial Legate Arganth, also known as the Reborn Palpatine's enforcer. Commanding the Imperial Star Destroyer Stormwind, Goalin abides by the orders of Legate and Emperor alike.

His skin is a porcelain-ivory color which brings out the blue in his eyes, both colors complement his attire. Sheraff's only persistent outfit choice is that of an Imperial Fleet Admiral; consisting of an olive-colored double breasted tunic with matching trousers.

Sheraff Goalin suffers from pyromania, though it's been repressed, and a fiery temper. He can often become cruel, distasteful, blinded by his anger and manic joy when blowing New Republic vessels out of the sky or commanding his troops to execute those who have crossed him, though despite this, the Grand Admiral has kept himself restrained, proper, and patient.

 

[rebirth]

Twelve years before the Battle of Yavin, Kolaren Doragon was born on Level 1313 of the Coruscant underworld. His mother was a Theelin dancer in the Cage district, while his father was an average Iradonian, and when they fell in love they had two children.

It was, at surface level, an inconsequential thing; those of Level 1313 were no strangers to alien species—in fact, most of its residents weren’t human. The birth of Kolaren shouldn’t have had any impact, especially given the circumstances and location and yet it did. Despite neither parent being born with the abilities of a Jedi, or even having interacted with one before, their youngest child was born Force sensitive. Something about the way their genes mixed, how the Midichlorians inside their child came together triggered it. Perhaps it was just evolutionary.

Nevertheless, Kolaren’s sensitivity flew under the radar for several years until it finally manifested when he was no older than five. Together, him and his sister avoided the gangsters that murdered their parents, but only barely. One of the armed men just overlooked their hiding spot and walked by. From then on, they were on their own in the world. Lyra, his sister, resorted to petty theft and robbery to provide for the both of them but even that wasn’t enough.

Kolaren’s sensitivity manifested itself for a second time when they were discovered by an elderly Twi’lek woman. It was by pure chance that they met. The Twi’lek took note of this, and also took note of several other signs that something was odd about the young hybrid boy. Not long after their meeting, the Twi’lek, known only as the Elder, took both Lyra and Kolaren under their wing and raised them alongside her granddaughter. She taught them how to survive in such a harsh society as well as other skills.

Several years passed by. Lyra, Kolaren, and the Elder’s granddaughter Nymia, had learned what they needed to know, did what they needed to do to make it through the day. Though, it did not come easy for any of them. Level 1313 was notorious for its criminal activity and they each found themselves on the wrong side of the fight on multiple occasions. Eventually Lyra could not take it anymore and fled the planet alongside an up-and-coming gang, leaving behind her only family.

Kolaren hadn’t taken his sister’s departure well. The three had become close and had relied on each other for survival, but Lyra had betrayed that trust. She’d left them on the same selfish impulse that had gotten their parents killed, and for that, he developed an unhealthy grudge. But despite this, he had found solace in the ongoing support of the Twi’lek Nymia. At age 17, twelve years after his parents’ death, Kolaren and Nymia formed a romantic relationship—it was heavily symbiotic, and more based on survival than anything else, but it was a relationship nonetheless.

As time continued to pass, his goals changed from mere survival to something bigger. Kolaren wished to be free of the Coruscant underworld just as his sister had. He knew that it was easier said than done, and many of his moneymaking schemes had fallen flat on their faces. The plan was almost abandoned entirely until he’d gotten mixed up in one of the Cage district’s many gangs.
One of his schemes had grown into something larger. Kolaren had seen what this gang was doing to the level’s residents, and he could not stand for it any longer. So he signed up and, as part of the initiation process, had the first four letters of his name tattooed down the right side of his face.

His goal was to dismantle the gang from the inside. Unlike many things in his life, Kolaren felt as if this was possible. If he could actually accomplish this, then he would be able to flee the planet with Nymia, and live a happy life anywhere else.

As he had grown older, Kolaren developed a crown of vestigial, bone-like horns at the edges of his scalp, as well as one fleshy horned protrusion on either side of his forehead, directly above his temples. His skin had settled on a pale, snow-white, yet lacked the mottling that his mother and sister possessed. Kolaren’s sleek black hair is most often tied back into a long, flowing ponytail for easier range of motion. Written downwards along the right side of his face, written in pink tattoo ink, are the first four letters of his name in Aurebesh—he recieved this when infiltrating a gang and, despite his failure in doing so, he keeps it as a traditional Zabraki rite of passage. Kolaren’s eyes are an amber-orangish color.

 

[rebirth]

Born 19 years before the Battle of Yavin in a small asteroid cluster in the Outer Rim, Luke Skywalker was raised without a biological mother or father. Padmé Amidala, Luke's biological mother, passed away shortly after giving birth to him and his sister, while their father Anakin Skywalker fell to the Dark Side and became the dreaded Vader. Luke and his sister Leia were soon separated for their own safety; Leia being handed over into Bail Organa's custody, while Luke himself was brought to Tatooine by Obi-Wan Kenobi, and given to Owen—Anakin's stepbrother—and Beru Lars.

Luke's childhood was fairly average. He grew up a moisture farmer, helping his uncle Owen during harvesting season, but he craved more. He sought, to leave the sand-ridden, poverish world and achieve more than farming water for the rest of his life. At age 19, this dream came true when his aunt and uncle were killed by Imperial Stormtroopers who had traced two droids belonging to the Rebellion to his homestead. Obi-Wan Kenobi, who had gone under the name Ben, brought Luke to safety and promised to train him in the ways of the Jedi.

Years later, after going through training and gaining knowledge about the mystical Force and what it means to be a Jedi, Luke Skywalker faced off against Darth Vader and Darth Sidious on the Second Death star during the Battle of Endor. There, he redeemed his father, Anakin Skywalker, who killed the Emperor in order to save his son. This marked the downfall of the Empire, and the beginning of a series of major victories for the Alliance to Restore the Republic, AKA the Rebel Alliance. Luke remained a part of the Rebellion until the Liberation of Ryloth in 6 ABY. After dueling and defeating the Second Inquisitor, Luke left the Alliance to pursue his goals to find as many Jedi artifacts and knowledge as possible.

In 9 ABY, Luke felt a disturbance in the Force. This brought him to the planet of Tython, where it was said many Jedi trained many years ago. When he arrived, he was met with an odd sight. Stormtroopers lay dead, and the charred remains of a ship were scattered nearby. Luke assumed that this meant someone was in danger and investigated further.
His investigation led him to an Imperial vessel, where a heavy presence within the Force called for him. Docking his X-Wing, Skywalker, now a Jedi Knight, battled his way through dozens of droid soldiers, and met his first student: a small, green creature named Grogu. Luke took Grogu back to the Imperial Palace on Coruscant, where the New Republic had made its home, and promised and ensured his safety. This was shortly before Grand Admiral Thrawn began his campaign.

During the reign of Grand Admiral Thrawn throughout 9 BBY, Luke Skywalker, Ezra Bridger, and several others aided the New Republic in preventing a second Imperial takeover and rescue Ezra's kidnapped apprentice. Eventually they were successful and Thrawn was killed, and peace once more returned to the New Republic.

Now, several short months after the events in 9 BBY, Luke Skywalker seeks to rebuild the Jedi Order in a new light.

 

[Viper Actual]

NEW REPUBLIC RECORDS - CONVICTED CRIMINALS
FILE A-5543-499
CHAIN CODE: ERROR! NO DATA FOUND

NAME AND KNOWN ALIASES: JALAAN, KATRESH
A.K.A 'Kat', 'Jalaani', 'The Corsair of the Hydian Way'

AGE: ERROR! NO DATA FOUND
CITIZENSHIP: ERROR! NO DATA FOUND
PLACE OF BIRTH: CORELLIA (UNCONFIRMED)

ALERT! SUBJECT A-5543-499 JALAAN, KATRESH IS CURRENTLY WANTED BY NEW REPUBLIC AUTHORITIES

SUBJECT IS WANTED FOR (IN ORDER);
- ARMED ROBBERY
- CRIMES AGAINST NEW REPUBLIC LAW ENFORCEMENT PERSONNEL
- GRAND THEFT AUTO
- SPEEDING
- ARSON
- DEVASTATION OF PUBLIC PROPERTY
- RESISTING ARREST
- PUBLIC MISDEMEANOR
- POSSESSION OF AN UNLICENSED BLASTER (x2)
- ILLEGAL USE OF AN UNLICENSED BLASTER (x2)

SUBJECT HAS PREVIOUSLY BEEN CONVICTED FOR (IN ORDER);
- PIRACY
- SMUGGLING
- ASSAULTING A NEW REPUBLIC CUSTOMS OFFICER
- ASSAULTING NEW REPUBLIC LAW ENFORCEMENT PERSONNEL
- POSSESSION OF IMPERIAL CONTRABAND
- TRADING IMPERIAL CONTRABAND
- POSSESSION OF AN UNLICENSED BLASTER (x2)
- POSSESSION OF A UNLICENSED SPACECRAFT
- POSSESSION OF ILLEGAL SPACECRAFT MODIFICATIONS
- TRADE WITH AND/OR AIDING IMPERIAL REMNANTS/PRO-IMPERIAL GROUPS OR ORGANIZATIONS

>>> SUSPECT IS ARMED AND DANGEROUS <<<
>>> CONTACT NEW REPUBLIC LAW ENFORCEMENT PERSONNEL IMMEDIATELY <<<
​

BIOGRAPHY:

Standing at a modest 1.67m above the ground with petite and elegant features, Katresh Jalaan is a Corellia-born Togruta starship captain infamous primarily among New Republic customs- and security forces working along the Hydian Way. Before her career as a locally renowned captain, smuggler and pirate (depending on ones perspective) Katresh lived a fairly ordinary life on Corellia. Born in 17 BBY, when the Galactic Empire was still young but oh so powerful, Katresh was the only child of two loving Togruta parents that owned a parlor shop located within some of the more decent areas of Corellia.

Because of her family's modest success Katresh had more opportunities to succeed in life than most others on Corellia. Despite this and the gentle upbringing of her family Katresh always seemed to stray towards trouble, always gravitating towards her peers that inhabited the nearby slums. To Katresh her modest life was synonymous with something boring and restrictive which caused her to crave for freedom and adventure.

Unfortunately she would realize far too soon how lucky she had been as a child and at the age of seventeen she and several friends ended up being wanted by Imperial officials after a brief scuffle with a lowly officer of the Imperial Army. Little did they know that half a garrison- as well as several patrol troopers- would be called in by the officer in an act of revenge. Katresh and her friends barely made it aboard a freighter leaving port and would learn later that the officer had been the son of a up and rising Imperial general.

With no way of safely returning home to her family a resigned Katresh joined the freighter crew, hoping that the Empire would eventually forget all about her.

Skip forward a few years and Katresh had worked on a dozen ships and served alongside an equal many crews. As the Empire intensified its campaign to root out the Rebellion times grew more desperate and clients were lining up for the ambitious young Togruta captain. Having finally acquired both a ship and crew of her own Katresh started to make quite the name for herself as she ran arms shipments for both the Alliance and other opponents of the Empire.

When the Galactic Civil War came to an end the list of clients changed and it didn't take long until Kat and her crew found themselves supplying Imperial remnants and holdouts with weapons, supplies and other gizmos that only a crazed and cornered Moff saw value in.

Eventually Katresh and her experienced crew were ambushed and arrested by New Republic military in 4 ABY after an extensive cat and mouse-game along the Hydian Way. Initially running a risk of being executed for treason, several of Kat's old clients made sure that the New Republic Supreme Court pardoned or outright ignored some of her more severe crimes as a thanks for favors past.

Katresh would eventually be released in 9 ABY after a laughably short prison sentence- one that would only serve to cement the Togruta's stubborn and ambitious attitude. It was of no surprise to anyone that Kat returned to her legally unbound lifestyle almost immediately upon release, causing mayhem on the streets of Coruscant.

 

[noil]

Karine Talyll​

Karine Talyll was born in 18 BBY to a Clan of Mandalorian Protectorates on Arpat’ika, one of the moons of Bonagal. They were primarily engaged in farming the small moon they were stationed on, in order to support other Mandalorian stations on glassed worlds. Their numbers were small, many of the younger generation having been lured away from the Clan by the promise of glory and the Warrior Way during the height of Death Watch’s fervor. Kari was too young then to understand the quiet tension their disloyalty brought to her family, but she knew they never spoke of those who left, and she knew they never came back.

These days her kit was all dusty teal with bright scarlet edging making the beskar stand stark against a pitch black bodysuit. Healing. Defiance. Justice. The last two came easily to her. Defiance and pursuit of justice were as natural to her lineage as breathing. It was the first that was something she had to put effort into, that was more a constant conscious decision than it was intrinsic. She hadn't taken its replacement of her House's usual goldenrod tones lightly. They weren't just colors after all.

Trading in vengeance for healing. It wasn't a change they would understand, if any of her aliit even remained after the Purge. She wasn't sure even she could fully explain the conviction. She knew she was tired. Tired of always fighting, of always losing everything she dared care for. But she also knew she couldn't walk away from the warrior way like one of the hut’tuun New Mandalorians. But neither could she follow the extremist path of the Watch. So it was that when her people were scattered to the corners of the galaxy, leaving her adrift from the company and standards of her Clan for the first time in her life, she forged her own way.

Healing was medicine, but it was also about righting harms less visible. She and her people had suffered much in the ever present conflict that had consumed them, and the scars of that violence that nestled in her bones - as grief, horror, envy, as deep burning hatred - they were not so easily moved on from. But as the teal of her beskaar’gam promised healing to the injured she came across, so too was it a promise to herself. That life went on. That one day all the fighting would be over and she would find peace. That her people could heal from the wounds of their history. That they would be stronger for it. Sa sarad.

So it was that in the wake of the Purge, she found herself aligning with the cause of the Rebellion. Mandalore had been insular and nationalistic and that had done them no favors when the Empire turned its ire against them. She couldn’t stand to sit back as the galaxy was driven into further sickness and ruin as the same fate that took Mandalore repeated itself on countless worlds.

Her warrior’s skills as well as her healer’s training were well appreciated by the cause, but she would be remiss if she didn’t admit to being glad when it seemed the war was won. In the short-lived peace she returned to Arpat’ika, tried to pick back up whatever scraps remained of her clan’s homestead. She didn’t take naturally to farming, but it was a welcome respite to return to the nostalgic practices. The transmission that Coruscant had fallen wasn’t much of a surprise, though. It almost seemed right, to her, she should’ve known peace couldn’t last.