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The Jedi Order was fractured. Broken, really. But healing slowly yet surely. For a while, the Knight believed that things wouldn't get any better. Kiowaan Dorneau sat in a dingy cantina set in the city of Anchorhead, the place he had been calling home for the past few weeks. Since the fall of...

Just wanted to get back into the swing of things. So the title's kinda a fake out, interesting isn't what I'm going for. Just wanna rp again, it'll be the first time in over a year so I gotta get used to it again. But I got nothing better to do so I'll at least be able to answer quickly! So...

It's a strange thing, being born into nothing and then all of a sudden being whisked away. Told that you're everything, or at least a part of it. I never cared about the Force. Never crossed my mind for a millisecond until I learned I was embedded with it. To be one of the lucky few with the...

Name: Genereth "Gene" Copella Species: Human Age: 52 Gender: Male Weight: 195 lbs Height: 6'0 Eyes: Brown Hair: Brown Skin: He's very, very white. Force Sensitive: Yes! Gear: Holosaxophone Holosax case Holosax reeds Cigarettes Audio Bugs (3 or 4) Crawling-Cameras (5) Bobby pins and lock picks...

Name: Arek Dinallis Link: Maybe I should've added this before I clicked "Post", huh? Rank: Initiate/Padawan/??? What I wanna learn: Primarily Arek's main focus is politics and diplomacy, however he's willing to learn basically anything and everything just so long as someone's there to...

"The way of the gangsta is to live til yah die. We're never gonna be nothin' in this galaxy, and the whole place is just waitin' for us to kill each 'uva off. Ya live til yah die, and when you die you're dead and nobody gives'a shit. So why not live like'a king amongst vermin?" NAME: Bensin...

Of course, Arek's purposeful stride was just a ruse. He still had no idea where the hell he was going, even after twelve years of constantly visiting the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. He had hoped that being rebuilt after being destroyed would be a fantastic reason to admit not knowing the layout...

I struck a match and remembered fondly the atrocities I had recently committed. Recently helped commit. Recently witnessed. Before all this started I'd been a respectable guy. A senior detective of the Coronet police force, homicide, the one desk in the force that's..."wanted". Would you want...

Mah computer brokededed and I don't know how long it'll be till I get a new one. Might post hurr and thurr in OOC now and again but besides that I probably won't be making any Kaeb-length posts ant time soon, sorry aboot that fer the fellas I got threads goin on. Shit happens though, eh? :CHappy

On his arrival to the planet Hapes, Jacques immediately cut his hair short and shaved off his beard. It had been close to half a month since he had done either, and the fresh air on his face felt great. After doing that, he checked into a hotel located in the south side of the planet's capital...

The young Tusken Raider watched as the Senate meeting dragged on much longer than usual. Normally he only wanted to kill himself by the end, now he just wanted to crawl into an air vent, curl up into a ball, and yell at the top of his voice until the stupid that was the Galactic Senate had been...

Glory in Pride strutted its way through the galaxy, through its infinite, or finite depending on whether the one looking at it was a pessimist or optimist, space. Every star that flew by he wanted to name, to remember its existence. To remember how little he mattered in the way of the galaxy as...

"There has never been a time in my life when I haven't had to fight to survive. Sometimes I just hoped for death to escape the dullness that this nature has become. Now that I'm no longer fighting, well...I wouldn't wanna change a thing" Name: Gaspar Proctor Faction: Imperial Knights...

*Warning: I've got some pretty big pictures, so I put them in spoilers. There's a big one for each section of the bio and a few others scattered in between. So...yeahp, just a warnin'. Ship: Glory in Pride Personality: Nicolo never learned many valuable life lessons when he was...

Gear: Blaster pistol Personal journal Concealed knife Strengths: Good with words A skilled tactician Trained pilot Fair aim with a pistol Weaknesses: Brash Quick to anger Impetuous Cold hearted Personality: Once a kind and gracious man, with an endless stream of...

Jacques felt for the back of his head as he entered the bar. 'Okay, good, it hasn't been bashed in yet. Phase one, complete.' It had been a short time since he had moved to the Underbelly of Coruscant, the Lower Levels, the Underworld, the Undercity. It all had a bunch of different names...

[Warning: This profile is kind've silly and unnecessary. But the rps this guy will be in (at least the ones meant to be serious and badass and whatnot) complete poker face mode. But I felt like making it funny and, well, if it's not funny to you well it was funny to me. :CSly Enjoy.]...

Yerp. So, for the past few days my chest was hurting me. Of course, being me, I popped some advil and whatnot and got over it, though it was starting to get to the point where I woulda asked my doctor about it. However, before that day came, I had a fairly important hockey game to play in, so...

He had never been on Ziost before today. Nor had he seen snow. It was a beautiful place, but the cold just pissed him off. Pestilence threw his hood over his scarred face, hearing the crunching of the snow beneath his boots as he walked toward the Academy. It had a similar look to it as...

Pestilence had been travelling for several days now. The Acolyte had searched for somebody to duel at the Academy, but he made up his mind on who he wanted to take on. Somebody who he would have to track down to be able to challenge. It hadn't taken long for him to find out where the Crusader...