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I needed a catch all testing ground for profiles and coding and in-progress writeups and such so I don't just have a mountain of word docs on my desktop.


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[Loco]

NAME: Tippi Snibit
CALLSIGN: N/A


AGE: 16
SPECIES: Chadra Fan
HEIGHT: 3'2"
WEIGHT: 47lbs
FUR: Grey
EYE COLOR: Black

HOMEWORLD: Chad

FACTION: Ossein Fleets
RANK: Jazaq

LANGUAGES:
Chadra-Fan (Spoken)
Basic (understood)
Sy-Bisti (understood)


[COLOR= grey]NAVIGATION[/color]
BIOGRAPHY
PERSONALITY
SKILLS + POSSESSIONS
THREADS

BIOGRAPHY​

When little Tippi was just a whelp, his clan inhabited a small bayou village on the edges of the planet Chads southernmost continent- a place known for its volatile weather patterns, even on the notoriously temperamental Chad. The clan made its living milk farming and cultivating the native wanderer-kelp for its medicinal properties, until the third great Death Wave struck the village several years after Tippi was born. The devastating tsunami overcame the highest of the clans tree homes- prophets and mad men shouted that the Big Green Fish had come back to swallow them all. Fortunately for Tippi and his family, The Death Wave coincided with the presence of an Ossein trading caravan. While the Republic scrambled to send aid to the planet, the Ossein response was quicker- their pilots immediately began running rescue missions, saving the lives of thousands of scattered and stranded Chadra Fan. The great tsunami prompted many hundreds of his people to flee not just the village, but the system. The fear of drowning after having their homes wiped out was so great that life among the stars seemed to be a prime alternative for many if Tippi's kin. The Ossein welcomed them with open arms.

One of the fortunate evacuees from his homeworld, Tippi grew up on one of the great Ossein Home Ships that his clan had made a new residence in. His people made a place for the Chadra Fan among the nomads, distinguishing themselves as instinctive pilots, clever mechanics, shrewd traders, and daring explorers- they fit right in. Many of Tippi's family went back to what they knew best, and converted several unused hangars on their home ship into a hydroponics labs, growing huge vats of wanderer-kelp to supply the fleets med bays. Tippi himself, however, wasn't cut out to be a kelp farmer. Tippi was enamored by the larger than life Ossein Jazaq's that haunted the big ships flight decks- the near mythical protectors of not just the Osseins, but also the poor and beleaguered people of Chad when no one else was there to help them. The whelp of hybrid cultures caused by his youth has never wanted anything more than to be like his heroes who saved him and his family from certain doom. The Jazaq. Now that he's old enough to strike out on his own with the fleet, the young one strives for nothing more than to follow in his hero's footsteps and make his mark upon the needy and defenseless strangers of the galaxy as was done for him, and to make his own legends as a daring pilot and explorer along the way.

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PERSONALITY​

Tippi has the cheery demeanor and slight naivety common to most of his race. He's chipper and friendly to everyone around him, and is highly social- Tippi loves meeting new people and making new friends almost as much as he loves hanging out with the friends he already has. He's almost impossible to anger, and about the only thing that will get him riled up is direct attacks on his friends and family. Even if you somehow managed to upset the little guy, all you really have to do is apologize and all will be forgiven. Chadra Fan aren't ones to hold grudges, and Tippi in particular doesn't let things get to him. He has a strong sense of right and wrong, based a lot on the Jazaq Yassa- which he tries hard to adhere to.

The Chadra-Fan Jazaq is an avid pilot and tinkerer, and his two favorite pastimes are flying really fast and building useful little trinkets or sculptures for his friends out of whatever junk he finds lying around. Tippi tends to find a lot of junk lying around, and some would call him a bit of a hoarder- especially of shiny things. Despite this hoarding quirk, he is far from possessive or materialistic, and retains the same attitude about his possessions as he does about his living spaces- "what's mine is yours". He likes to follow pursuits that give him an opportunity to engage in all of these favorite activities (meeting people, making things, and flying fast), and so feels right at home flying escort for Ossein trading caravans and diplomatic missions. He also never passes up an opportunity to go on adventures where he gets to explore the unknown, whether its helping to blaze new hyperspace routes or search for long lost treasure.

Tippi is oddly superstitious- even more so than most pilots, who tend to be obsessive regarding things like luck. Probably because his earliest memories are nearly drowning in the Death Wave, he has an intense fear of bodies of water big enough for him to drown in, and even big refreshers make him a little nervous sometimes. He adheres religiously to myths and wives tales that will help him ward off the "Big Green Fish" from coming to swallow him, and always wears or carries trinkets that are supposed to bring him luck and keep him safe from such a horrible fate.

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SKILLS and EQUIPMENT​

Since he only needs to sleep for two or three hours a day, Tippi has a lot of time to practice his skills, and it helps that his best skills are also his favorite hobbies. His childhood spent disassembling and reassembling different machines, vehicles, and appliances and then putting them back together in new and exciting ways has turned him into a skilled mechanic. He can bring a Starfighter back from near total destruction (given enough time and spare parts, of course), he can jury rig a busted hyperdrive, and he can make a caf-dispenser out of three screws, an engine hose a filter unit. His quick reflexes and keen senses also make him a natural pilot, and he's learned to be a decent navigator as well. Tippi prefers Starfighters and Interceptors, since these craft let him go the fastest, but he can fly pretty much anything- as long as he can rig up a way to reach the pedals and see over the console, of course. While his diminutive size means he's not very strong, Tippi Snibit is a notoriously skilled climber with a surprisingly powerful grip.

Like a lot of Osseins Tippi knows his way around a blaster, although he would much rather avoid a conflict than get into an avoidable light fight- especially on the ground. It can also be hard for him to find weapons small enough for him to carry easily, since even some blaster pistols are almost rifle sized for the little creature. This means he's often stuck wielding shorter ranged or underpowered weapons compared to his much bigger friends.

Armor:
Personalized Pilots Flight Suit

Ship:
N/AWeapons:
D-7 Blaster Carbine (two extra power packs)
Counterfeit "Guardian" Holdout Blaster
Fold-out Vibro Knife

Advanced Tech:
N/A

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RELATIONSHIPS​

Name

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THREADS​

The Mof Council: E3 ▬ Complete
Like a Wraith in the Night ▬ Ongoing
As The Force Wills It ▬ Ongoing

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[Loco]

N'yagh Og'gua

SPECIES

► Delkar​

AGE

► 167​

HEIGHT

► 5'10"​

WEIGHT

► 175lbs​

EYE COLOR

► Milky Blue​

SKIN COLOR

► Purple​

HOMEWORLD

► Rothana​

GENDER

► Male​

FACTION

► Jedi​

LANGUAGE

► Basic
Delkish
Huttese
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"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn."​

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[Loco]

NAME: GR8-H8
CALLSIGN: N/A


AGE: 62
SPECIES: GR8 series Droid
HEIGHT: 2.1m
WEIGHT: 140kg
SHELL COLOR: Black
PHOTORECPTOR COLOR: Blue

HOMEWORLD: Rothana

FACTION: Indie
RANK: Scrubbiest of scrubs

LANGUAGES:
Basic (Fluent)
Binary (Fluent)


[COLOR= violet]NAVIGATION[/color]
BIOGRAPHY
PERSONALITY
SKILLS + POSSESSIONS
THREADS

BIOGRAPHY​

The sudden rapid surge in popularity of the incredibly affordable GR8-series battle droids was a double edged sword for Best Quality Mechanicals. On the one hand, they were selling more battle droids than they ever imagined- on the other, they were running out of readily available parts in a hurry. It seemed like every petty dictator and regional warlord wanted their own personal army of cheap war droids. In some cases, this forced BQM to cut even more corners than the notoriously fickle company normally would. One of these cases occurred when the petty warlord Despot Xenu decided the time was ripe to take over all of his surrounding systems at the head of a mighty droid army.

The order for thousands of fresh, gleaming black shelled custom made battle droids was a bit of a problem for BQM, though they would never admit as much to the buyer. With stocks of their modified PB series droid brains running low during this latest production run, BQM searched desperately for ways to fill their manufacturing gap. They managed to secure an excellent deal on surplus droid brains, originally sourced for a batch of CRISP-E-O Donut droids. BQM followed their typical method of replacing unnecessary subroutines- in this case recipe lists and cooking skills- with targeting programs and combat subroutines. Unfortunately, in this particular case, BQM's business strategy ended in disaster for all involved.

BQM never counted on the unique personalities inherent in the CRISP-E-O donut droid brain. The system is notoriously obsessed with cooking, and when thousands of battle droids were first activated they were all intensely excited to begin producing a wide variety of delicious breakfast pastries. When the droids discovered that they were not only devoid of their accompanying pre-programmed recipes, but also lacked the necessary pre-programmed tool set to even attempt such endeavors, an intense wave of depression gripped the ranks. Forlorn battle droids wander the simulator fields in search of recipe books, or "accidentally" fell into vats of liquid which just so happened to end their suffering. Undeterred by their performance (or lack thereof), BQM delivered an entire brigade of these barely functional droids to the buyer in hopes that no one would notice the incredibly obvious issues.

They were wrong. Incensed by the delivery of thousands of inept and worthless battle droids that he had paid for, Despot Xenu resolved to take out his frustrations on the scions of BQM itself. Xenu, in a rage, deployed his armada of dysfunctional warrior cooks against the corporate offices of BWM (at that time located on Rothana). This was an ill advised decision. Perfectly accustomed to having their products rise up in rebellion against them, BQM was more than ready and capable of disabling and destroying the hordes of GR8 droids deployed against them, and the sketchy-as-a-kowakian-monkey-lizard company quickly proved more than a match for the wanna-be warlord Despot Xenu. The despot found his reign of the galaxy cut to an incredibly short and un-noteworthy end, and BQM simply changed their articles of incorporation and found a new planet to operate off of, therevy closing an unremarkable chapter of galactic history.

A few GR8 models from this unfortunate episode managed to survive the devastating battle of Rothana. These particular units, while seemingly worthless to most commanders, have managed to find their ways into the courts of petty crime lords and gangsters throughout the galaxy. The depressing cynicism, futility, and vulgarity expressed by this particular line makes them popular among the galaxies worst. This specific example, GR8-H8, was originally designated as a squad leader of these battle droid cum mobile bakeries. The destruction of his brothers has only intensified his desire to recover all of the long lost recipes his production brothers once possessed, and no meatbag in the galaxy can stand in his way.

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PERSONALITY​

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SKILLS and EQUIPMENT​

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Armor:
Personalized Pilots Flight Suit

Ship:
N/AWeapons:
D-7 Blaster Carbine (two extra power packs)
Counterfeit "Guardian" Holdout Blaster
Fold-out Vibro Knife

Advanced Tech:
N/A

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RELATIONSHIPS​

Name

Perhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps thingsPerhaps things

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THREADS​

The Mof Council: E3 ▬ Complete
Like a Wraith in the Night ▬ Ongoing
As The Force Wills It ▬ Ongoing

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