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[Jigajig]

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Appearance/Height (Can be desc or pic)
Do you have The Force?
Occupation: (Be who you want to be.. within reason of course)
Rank: (If applicable such as Jedi Knight/Master or a Sith Lord maybe even a new Emperor? Can also be ranks in military or nobility)
Personality:
History (optional):
Equipment:
Weapons:

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Name:
Galen Alder

Age:
21

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Appearance/Height (Can be desc or pic)

Do you have The Force?
Yes

Occupation: (Be who you want to be.. within reason of course)
Jedi

Rank:
Jedi Knight

Personality:
Galen is, through and through, a Corellan. Headstrong, stubborn, and and always looking to prove himself. He’s industrious, even brilliant, but with this comes his greatest flaws. He can be obsessive, constantly stuck over the tiniest, most minute of details and mistakes, and he's constantly insecure about himself and his role in the galaxy. He’s very direct and blunt, and often has trouble expressing his emotions, and reading the emotions of others. That's not to say he's a bad person. Far from it, in fact. He also represents much of what is good about the Jedi Order. He is beyond compassionate for others, always willing to help those in need no matter who they are or what they've done. He values people over organizations and ideals, and as such helps everyone he can. But, much like his ancestors, there's darkness inside of him. He can feel the tug every once in a while, the rage, the frustration. His emotional nature makes it easy for his passions to control him, something that doesn't mix well with an ability as potent as Shatterpoint.

History (optional):
The history of the Alder's go all the way back to the Old Republic. Centuries ago, a group of Corellian born Jedi left the Order and set up a conclave on their home planet, swearing themselves to the defense of Corellia. While this angered the Order, Corellia was more than happy to have them, and thus the Green Jedi were born. They acted as stalwart defenders of the system for several millenia, free from the shackles of the old Order, even allowing marriage. From this came dynasties, each developing unique abilities and weaknesses. Among these dynasties were the Alder's, founded by Galen Alder, the son of a wealthy businessman. TGalen had the unique Shatterpoint ability, allowing him to see and manipulate fault lines via the Force, though he lacked much aptitude in sensing other's thoughts and emotions. The Alder's served Corellia bravely, up until the Clone Wars. When Order 66 came down, the Green Jedi were hunted all the same. Only a few survived, an Alder among them. After the Galactic Civil War, another would become a student of Luke Skywalker, and survive Ben Solo's betrayal, going on to reform Rogue Squadron against the First Order. Finally, with the defeat of Palpatine, the Alder's became Jedi once again, rebuilding the Conclave on Corellia, and helping shape the future of the Order.

Galen is the fifth generation to be a part of this new Jedi Order, and with this came quite a bit of pressure. He was expected to be just like his father was, eventually reaching the rank of Master and having a seat on the Council. This is something that weighed heavily on the boy, leading to him falling behind. His father was a Knight by the time he was just eighteen. Galen was only Knighted a few months ago. He sees himself as a disappointment to his family, unfit to be it's legacy. He's desperate to prove to everyone, but mostly himself, that he is worth something.

Equipment:
-Armored Jedi robes

-Repair kit

-Utility belt

-Slicing tools

Weapons:
Primary Weapons:
A heavily customized lightsaber, passed down through his family for generations. It’s a tradition for each member that receives it to add their own touch to the saber. Galen himself fine tuned much of the parts, making the hilt fit better into his hands, and making it easier to replace the power cells and the like. The blade is a brilliant purple, a reflection of the Alder’s...flirtations with both sides of the Force, and once again an heirloom from the past, passed down since the Old Republic.

 

[Jigajig]

Splendid! Accepted!

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Name:
Eberron Akios

Age:
27

Gender:
Male

Race:
Vahla

Appearance/Height


Do you have The Force?
Yes

Occupation:
Force Warden

Rank:
Crusader

Personality:
cold, calculating, Sarcastic, Loyal to those who earn it, Vengeful, Open minded

History (optional):
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 Crusader (Jedi Knight equivalent) at an early age of 22. Despite his affinity to the darkside, he is in actuality grey, both in the force and morally

Equipment:
-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)

Weapons:
Bloodletter



(Ancient 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 induced 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?"

Allies: Clan Ordo

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Name:
Kir Ordo

Age:
26

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Appearance/Height (Can be desc or pic)


Armor:


Do you have The Force?
Yes

Occupation:
Mandalorian Clan Leader

Rank:
Leader of Clan Ordo

Personality:
Kir is...about what you'd expect from a Mandalorian. Stoic, calm, collected. What was once the prancing of a young warrior desperate for approval now comes as naturally to Kir as breathing. Family is everything to him. Blood family, friends, the clan, doesn't matter. Family is family, and he would burn the galaxy to the ground for it. When he's not a cold, calculating warrior, he can be quite gentle, though never in front of outsiders. He doesn't want them thinking he's getting soft. The title of leader weighs heavy on his mind. He is, in a way, the last hope for his people to return to their roots, to restore their honor. The Mando'ad will rise once again, and Kir will lead them.

History (optional):
Kir's past doesn't matter much. Just another poor kid captured by Hutt slavers. His life began after he was rescued by his father, Cassus. Cassus and some fellow warriors raided a slave ship and found Kir clutching a blaster, nearly blowing the man's head off if it wasn't for his helmet. Cassus saw potential in the kid, and adopted him as his son. It didn't take long for Kir's Force Sensitivity ebcame apparent. It was...controversial. Some saw it as a bad omen, a corruption of their heritage. Other's saw a second chance, Tarre Vizla reborn. Kir was torn himself. The Force was a tool, nothing more, but it was also dangerous. He could fall, become obsessed with power. Cassus saw this, and made the decision to have Kir sent to the Jedi Order. It wasn't a permanent arrangement: Kir was only sent to learn the basics of how to control his abilities, and when he turned eighteen he'd head back home.

And so that's what he did. By the time he returned, he'd matured into a fine warrior, though not yet worthy of his Beskar. That would come after his Trial. It was a tradition started after the Great Purge. A Mandalorian would be sent out into the Galaxy, taking jobs where they could. They would return after doing a deed of true honor, with at least three witnesses to vouch for them. Kir began his Trial, and wandered the Galaxy for several years. During this time, he came across the Force Wardens. Their philosophy intrigued him, and he spent time learning from them, before eventually moving on. His Trial would end with blood, of course. A small town was being harassed by a particularly nasty Hutt. Kir didn't bother learning his name. He simply offered to get rid of the slug...for a price. 400 credits and a slugthrower, specifically. It was...difficult. He tore his way through the palace, his vibroblade slick with blood by the time he met his metaphorical dragon. That's when the coward released a damned rancor. Because of course he had one of those...it was a difficult battle, ending with Kir turning his jetpack into a makeshift explosive, and turning the rancor's head into a wet pile of bone and blood. The Hutt didn't stand much of a chance after that. After splitting him down the middle, Kir set the bastard on fire, before blowing him to bits with a thermal detonator for good measure. He was a hero. His Trial was complete. He went home a warrior, but it was not as happy a he wished it was. Cassus was not there to greet him. He'd died, killed by the reborn Deathwatch under orders from the Collective Sith Empire. Kir was furious. It was one thing for Deathwatch to do such a cowardly move, but to be lapdogs of the Sith? That was a new low. Kir donned his father's armor, being named Clan Leader at just twenty three. The next three years saw him unite several other clans under the banner of the True Mandalorians, all to challenge the leader of Deathwatch, the self-proclaimed Mandalore the Conqueror, Rhur Vizla. Among his new allies were his old teachers, the Force Wardens. Their goals aligned, and Kir would choose no other to fight the Sith alongside.
Equipment:
-Traditional Beskar'gam, or Beskar armor

-Jetpack with missile

-Wrist mount, containing mini rockets, darts, razors, a flamethrower, and with the return of the Sith, he's even added a slugthrower, though it only has a few shots before it has to be reloaded via a clip

-A utility belt carrying a myriad of gear and weapons

Weapons:
-Heavily modified EE-3 blaster carbine

-Twin Westar-35 blaster pistols, also heavily modified

-Purple lightsaber from his days with the Jedi Order, rarely used unless necessary

-Traditional Mandalorian Beskad. Think a katana mixed with a machete and a scimitar, especially in terms of how it's used. His preferred melee weapon
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[Stars-Above]

Name: Aidra Aveed

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance/Height: 1.70 cm

Do you have The Force?: Yes

Rank: Jedi Padawan

Personality: Aidra is…a mess. A well meaning mess, but a mess nonetheless. While she is open and compassionate, she comes off as blunt to the point of rude. Talking around the topic is not in her nature, nor is ignoring insults…though the best at insulting her is she herself. She knows her flaws to the point where it is self deprecating, even if she tries to hide it the best she can. Confident and loud in company, melancholic and vulnerable once she is alone, Aidra is a person full of opposites. She yearns for nothing more than friends…maybe even love. But since she hides behind bravado, she lets no one near her vulnerable side and thus, she is mostly alone. She prefers the company of children anyway. They are blunt and confusing, but in an entertaining way. Hurt a child in front of her and Mama Bear mode is activated. (She also loves books, especially romance…but shhhh, that’s a secret.)

History: Aidra comes from a small planet, where her parents act as the rulers. She is the youngest of all five children and probably the most forgettable. Born very sickly, her mother quickly gave her to a nursemaid and as she grew only one of her older brothers took care of her his name was Mirin, he was basically her father figure. Once Aidra showed first signs of force sensitivity she was brought to the Jedi Order, a few month later Mirin was assassinated and died. Since then she had little to no contact to her family.
She expects nothing from her family and tried to find a new one in the Order, but to no avail. While not sickly anymore, Aidra quickly made some enemies in form of other Initiates and since then keeps to herself. Most are not unkind to her, but hold no interest either.

Equipment: A necklace Mirin gifted her.
Utility Belt with all kinds of things in them, from pretty rocks to datapads with her favorite books, but who knows? Not her, that is for sure, she has long since lost the overview. (But definitely some sweets for children.)

Weapons:
Lighsaber

 

[Jigajig]

LOVING these characters. All accepted!

 

[Stars-Above]

Thank you!

 

[Jigajig]

Not at all My own creations are on there way

 

[Jigajig]

Name: Unknown goes by "The Overseer"
Age: Unknown, said to be in their 30's
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown - thought to be Human
Appearance/Height

Do you have The Force: Yes
Occupation: Jedi
Rank: Jedi Overseer a new rank that was made within the last fifty years. On par with the Grand Master
Personality: The Overseer is a mysterious being to say the least. A quiet intelligent man he guides those around him with a calm understanding hand. Not one to ever lose his patience he will personally oversee training of those new to the order should they require it, always having time for his fellow Jedi.
History (optional): Not much is known about the current Overseer, other than he joined the Jedi Order at a young age and rapidly rose through the ranks. His connection with the Force and skill with a Lightsaber were outstanding.
Equipment: His utility belt which contains various gizmos and gadgets
Weapons: His dual custom made Lightsabers

 

[Athanas]

Name: Dernic Broeren

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance/Height:

Do you have The Force?: No

Occupation: Imperial Officer, Aspiring Red Guard(or equivalent thereof, anyway...)

Rank: Sergeant

Personality: Dernic is in many ways what one would expect from an Imperial Sergeant. He is fiercely devoted to the empire, and to the cause of helping it fully take over the galaxy. He is industrious, and possesses a keen mind, always brimming with ideas, tactics, or new contraptions that he can work on. A certain burning rage shadows his every action, a consequence of the horrible things he's been told, and those that he's witnessed. Though he tries to keep it under check such a thing is not often feasible, especially on the field of battle. Lastly, he is a bit socially stunted, which is to be expected from someone who's spent most of his childhood in training.

History (optional): History is written by the victors. That fact being taught to him is one of Dernic's earliest memories, passed on by his Father. His own father had been one of the sith troopers that had perished on Exegol, and his Grandfather had been cut down defending Endor. Although not proven, a favorite story of the family was that it's founder, Nulkhin Broeren, had been a captain of the first Sith empire.

But why? That was one of the first questions the child had asked. Weren't all three empires horribly, irrevocably evil? That was the child's question. And his father had laughed mirthlessly, and told him that he had been deceived, much like the rest of the galaxy. And that he'd teach him, when he was older and more capable. So Dernic trained. Under his father's guidance he trained from a very young age, day in and day out. He learned to shoot, to march, to repair and maintain gear, to work circuitry, and to fight in melee. To withstand pain, fatigue, and exhaustion. To develop quick reflexes and not allow himself to be overcome by stress. When he believed his son to be worthy, he introduced him to several exotic pieces of gear, each having been obtained in one of the wars

It was a harsh upbringing. Too harsh, perhaps, and Dernic did not survive unscathed. The rage that simmered in his heart grew and grew and grew until it was a restless ocean. It needed a place to vent. And so, his father chose to inform him of the truth.

The "democracies" and "republics" of the world were much, much worse than the Empires. The safety brought about by each Emperor's iron grip was replaced by the decadence and depravity that the incompetence of comitees brought about. Pirates, Ruffians, and general lowlives, who dared not rear their ugly heads while stormtroopers held power, suddenly became all the more belligerent in the absence of the Empire. Corruption was everywhere, and everyone with even a shred of power was out to gain more of it for themselves, rather than work towards a common goal. And the propaganda machine was hard at work, convincing the populace that despite the increased tactics, bureaucracy and corruption, this was actually a much better life than the one they led before. And the Jedi, the Jedi! The worst offenders of all, merciless killers who cut down all in their path with the inhuman powers.

Dernic finally realized what his father had meant all these years ago. And he vowed to never allow himself to be deceived by the lies of the republic. When his father was sentenced to life in prison for attempting to lead an insurrection against the Republic, he still remained unphased. The officers insisted repeatedly that he was horrible, evil, a traitor. But Dernic knew better. He continued to train, and build, and experiment, as he'd promised him.

When the Empire resurfaced, he knew exactly what he had to do. For his father. For the galaxy. He'd make them choke on their lies. And the Jedi, the Jedi would suffer the most of all.

Equipment: All of Dernic's equipment and weapons has been tinkered with and customized by himself, making them even more efficient

The Iron Maiden: A special suit of heavy armor, largely inspired by the armor worn by Praetorian guards. It is a heavy, intricate mesh of plastoid plating, impregnated with wirepaths that, once powered, create an intense magnetic field. The gauntlets, in particular, seem to have been reinforced even further. While the plates are heavy and prolonged exposure to the magnetic field is painful, the durability offered by this armor more than makes up for it, and Dernic while wearing it is disgustingly resilient. Testing has revealed that even lightsabers might struggle to cut through it, although a concentrated thrust on anywhere but the gauntlets will still more than likely prove enough. The suit offers several vision modes and is enviromentally sealed, allowing survival on even many hostile enviroments. The helmet has been altered, too, although largely for aesthetic purposes.

Spoiler: Helmet(the rim is painted red and black instead of green

-A small droid: it is meant for scouting, and thus can fly. He can remotely connect to it via his armor's systems. It is called 3-1B4

Rampart III shield generator: A marked improvement over it's predecesor, this allows for far more control over the shape of the shield, and the distance in which it can be projected. Also is somewhat smaller, too, which is a large boon considering the weight of all his gear.

Wrist mount: Although plenty of weapons can be mounted there, he usually sports a heavily bastardized E-18, which seems to fire not one, but six shots in a cone in front of the user. While greatly innacurate over even medium ranges and with the shots losing power much faster than a regular E-18, it is an absolute menace up close. It can be retracted to right below his elbow for when he intends to parry things with his gauntlets.

Several belts and pouches filled to the brim with gadgetry, tools, and weaponry


Weapons: TL-50S: A newer variant of the heavy repeater, the rate of fire of this weapon is capable of inflicting great damage on infantry squads, while the concentrated blast can give it some real anti-armor capability

Shoulder-mounted grenade launcher: Why throw detonators by hand when machinery allows you greater range and precision? It can be retracted behind his back when he needs to manuever enclosed spaces or simply doesen't want the launcher to be targetted.

DL-44: This weapon has been modified the least-it is his service-issued pistol, and he plans to use it only if all of his other, flashier options have been spent.

The Executioner: An Electrostaff which has been in the family for generations. Notches on it's side denote the number of jedi killed by it(current tally is three). Dernic has not only toiled greatly in improving this weapon, he has also expertly incorporated parts of a BL-155 laser axe. This has resulted in a weapon both capable of electricity strong enough to instantly fry an large adult male, but in the weapon also having the capability of instantly transforming into a double-bit laser axe at the press of a button for when cutting through armor is required.

As many thermal detonators, imploders, and anti-vehicle(and personnel) mines that he can possibly carry

 

[Jigajig]

Noice! Accepted!

 

[Lord Knightshade]

Name:
Aevyn Ward

Age:
23

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Appearance: 5'11"


Armor:

Do you have The Force?
No

Occupation:
Mercenary

Personality:
Despite the amoral nature of his profession, Aevyn is generally an agreeable, easygoing individual. He has a penchant for dry wit and cynical humor, and often falls back on these in the face of unfamiliar, perilous, or absurd circumstances. His word is his bond - a rare trait among mercenaries. Though allies come and go, a friend to him is a friend for life, and to them his loyalty knows no bounds. Despite these traits, he is ultimately a rogue at heart. Though far from wicked and certainly not above altruistic acts, he lives for himself first and foremost. He is pragmatic and for the most part he avoids commitment to any given cause beyond a simple bounty or commission. He does, however, observe something of a code of honor, staying his blade from the innocent, helping others when it can be done at little lost, and refusing to carry out missions that are firmly evil in his eyes.

History:
Aevyn was not born on the harsh world of Mandalore, but rather in the lavish upper district of Coruscant. His parents were affluent socialites, and as their sole heir, he was primed to follow in their footsteps. Little did young Aevyn know, however, that his family's wealth arose from their ties to the criminal underworld - specifically remnants of the Crimson Dawn. While maintaining a good public face, they manufactured and helped facilitate shipments of arms throughout the lower levels.

Their amoral dealings eventually put them in the crosshairs of a rival syndicate, whom investigated and identified the family as one of the Crimson Dawn's suppliers. Marauders from this rival syndicate were positioned to take out every member of the family, and when they struck, they struck hard. Aevyn's parents were slain right in front of him, and, as the marauders' turned their blasters, it seemed the nine year old scion would soon join them.

However, a cascade of searing blaster bolts tore through the apartment, killing three of the attackers and leaving the fourth in shambles. Consumed by a whirlwind of fear, rage, and grief, Aevyn took up a knife dropped by one of the marauders, and plunged it into the back of the remaining one. Agonized, this marauder was rendered an easy kill for the armored mercenary whom had entered the fray. This mercenary, a Mandalorian named Zyn Hott, had intercepted word of the attack while in pursuit of one of the marauders.

Zyn, though an unruly rogue whom had long forsaken any clan affiliations, still carried certain Mandalorian principles at heart, and took pity on the young, orphaned child before him. He took Aevyn in as his protégé. Though the life of a mercenary starkly contrasted that of a young socialite on Coruscant, Aevyn quickly took to it. The constant travel, the new sights, and the thrill of every task, exploit, and misadventure staved off the pain of his losses, and fueled his drive to seek such things endlessly. By the time he'd reached manhood, Aevyn was a competent, if somewhat unscrupulous warrior in his own right.

After decades of fierce battles and perilous exploits, the ravages of time were catching up to Zyn. His body was failing him more and more by the day. Knowing that time was short, Zyn passed his armor and armaments onto the young man who'd been his surrogate son and partner in crime for years now, urging Aevyn to live and to thrive as he deemed fit.

Equipment/Weapons:
- Helmet [Thermal Optics]
- Beskar Armor
- Z-6 Jetpack
- Tactical Vambraces [Wrist Rockets, Flamethrowers, Whipcord Launcher]
- Valken-38x Longblaster
- A180 Blaster Pistols
- A Vibroblade​

 

[SomebodyElse]

WIP


Name: Vera Sol "Darth Leviathan"
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance/Height




Do you have The Force?
Yes
Occupation: Sith
Rank: Sith Lord
Personality:
Vera tends to be a calm and collected individual, she tends to think situations out rationally and often shows little to no emotion.
She internally feels disdain for any time she has to kill someone but is willing to do so anyways to carry out her own plans. She however is not one to never have bouts of anger, often becoming incredibly disappointed and angry when those below her disobey orders.

History (optional):
Vera Sol was found at a young age by Darth Nobius. Darth Nobius had came across sith holocrons and learned of the legends of the sith. Inspired by the stories of sith, he had begun practicing use of the dark side, eventually coming to seek an apprentice. He traveled often in search for someone with raw power in the force across the galaxy when he came across a young woman by the name of Vera Sol. Sensing the woman's connection to the force he took her on as an apprentice. Vera accepted, if only to gain as much power as he did. Nobius continued to teach Vera living a much more peaceful life than the sith of the old, not truly understanding the way of the sith, this was his mistake. Unaware of the rule of two as the holocron did not mention it, he was struck one day in his sleep by Vera, thus ending the life of Darth Nobius.

Darth Leviathan did not appear until the Collective Empire of The Sith appeared. Word quickly spread throughout the galaxy of a Sith Lord leading stormtroopers to quickly overtake planets turning them over to the Empire. The terror of woman was so great that many were simply ordered to retreat immediately if one saw the woman.

Equipment:
Imperial Sith Outfit

Weapons:
Dual Lightsabers

 

[Jigajig]

Lovely new people! Both accepted!

 

[Aleph Null]

Name:
Evren Arawn

Age:
21

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Appearance: 6'1

Armor:


Do you have The Force?
Unfortunately not

Occupation:
Bounty Hunter

Personality:
Evren isn't the most outgoing type and tends to keep strictly to himself, so much so that he chooses to speak only when necessary or when he feels the need to make a witty remark. He is highly analytical in his approach to most situations and has a bit of a sadistic streak when it comes to his line of work. Evren does not feel guilty nor shame in what he does and his loyalty is only as strong as the size of his paycheck, he isn't stupid though.

History: (wip)

Equipment/Weapons:
- Z-6 jet pack
- Mandalorian Armor (Beskar Amor set, magnetized boots, Crushgaunt)
- Combat Vambraces ( Miniature Energy Shield, Whipcord Launcher, wrist-mounted flame thrower, wrist blasters)
- Beskad
- DC-15LE Blaster Rifle (Sniper configuration)
- A280-CFE Blaster Rifle (Pistol configuration)​

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Name:
Cal Alder

Age:
53

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Appearance/Height (Can be desc or pic)


Do you have The Force?
Yes
Occupation:
Jedi

Rank:
Jedi Master

Personality:
Cal is, in many ways, a reflection of the Jedi, good and bad. Yes, he can be selfless, courageous, inspiring even. But no one is perfect. He's just as capable of arrogance, pride, and pig-headedness. He thinks he's seen everything, that there isn't anything he and the Order couldn't beat. The fact he's hardly had to struggle to achieve success has led to him holding others to the same standards he holds himself to. He simply cannot understand how people struggle with the same things he excels at. This hasn't made him the best father, and he sometimes wonders if he was too hard on Galen. The fact his career as a Jedi as somewhat stagnated only makes him doubt himself even more.

History (optional):
Cal, much like his son, comes from a long line of Jedi. And he remembers most of them. Galen Alder, the founder of the bloodline. Thel, General of the Clone Wars. Rylen, the first to join the New Jedi Order. Cal was always proud of his lineage, of his ancestors. And by default, himself. His natural skill only compounded this. He was one of the youngest Masters in the New Order's history at just thirty two, the same years his son was born. The next twenty years were split between his duties to the Order, and training his son to continue the legacy of the Alder's. Galen was not the son he would have wished for. He had trouble relating to the much more...sensitive child, with Cal's natural stubbornness only compounding this. Despite this, he still loved Galen. The day he passed the family lightsaber to his son, the day Galen became a Jedi Knight...was the proudest moment of his life.

The Sith's return was no surprise to the Master. They always returned, like mynocks to a starship. He was almost elated. Finally, he would get his chance to be like his ancestor's, battling the forces of the Sith. At last, he would carve out his own legacy...

Equipment:
-Traditional Armored Jedi Robes
-Basic utility belt

Weapons:
His own yellow colored lightsaber, made when he became a Padawan. He previously used the family saber up until Galen's Knighting, leading to him having to go back to the saber that started his journey as a Jedi.​

 

[Jigajig]

Both accepted!

 

[Happykitty]

Name: Ina bretch (pronounced E-na)

Age: 14 years old

Gender: female

Race: Human

Appearance/Height

Do you have The Force? Yes

Occupation: Jedi

Rank:Former jedi Padawan

Personality: Ina is always on edge and very quiet around new people. She hates confrontation and tends to run away from fights and arguments.

History (optional): As a youngling Ina was a curious child. Naturally being curious she discovered she had connection with the force. A few years after being trained under her jedi master, her family and master were murdered leaving the young girl to fend for herself. Ina ran away from the old life she knew and became a bounty hunter for some time just to make ends meet, eventually being capture by some sith who tried to move her to the dark side. After escaping Ina retreated and fled.

Equipment:
Her utility belt
She has a Lothcat that's stuck by her for years.


Weapons:
An NN-14 blaster rile
Purple lightsaber

 

[Jigajig]

How wonderfully delightful! Accepted :3

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Dibs

 

[Happykitty]

Whatcha got dibs on over there? Lol

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Could use a Padawan to further torture my Jedi...

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Already called dibs. Eberron could use an apprentice

 

[Happykitty]

Lol easy guys