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Fascinating... Name: Sreem'ik'kayat A.K.A.: "Mikk" Species: Chiss Age: 33 Sex: Male Faction: None/Freelance Rank: N/A BIOGRAPHY Sreem'ik'kayat, core name Mikk, was born on the chiss capital world of Csilla in the unknown regions of the galaxy to commoner parents. Not born to any of the...

He doesn't even have a face yet. So new. Many RP. Wow.

Aww Yiss. Time to get this Roleplay show on the road!

Fascinating... Name: Sreem'ik'kayat A.K.A.: "Mikk" Species: Chiss Age: 33 Sex: Male Faction: None/Freelance Rank: N/A BIOGRAPHY Sreem'ik'kayat, core name Mikk, was born on the chiss capital world of Csilla in the unknown regions of the galaxy to commoner parents. Not born to any of the...

We're Back, Baby

The male smirked widely and tucked his hands firmly into the vest he wore under his robes. As much as he hated to admit it, the Zabrak had guts. Enough to hold her own against two sith without shirking away outright. And that was more than could be said about most of the pups who came through...

Character Name: Ma'hal Vel Rank: Sith Link: http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/mahal-vel.64703/ Mission: What's Mine is Mine

Character Name: Ma'hal Vel Link: http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/mahal-vel.64703/ Desires Rank: Sith

The Devil's in the Details:Name: Ma'hal Vel (Pronounced Muh-Hall) Age: 24 Species: Vahla Gender: Male Skin Tone: Pale Hair Color: Grey Eye Color: Silver Defining Marks: Red Tattoos on Mouth, Chin, and under eyes Faction: The Sith Brotherhood Rank: Sith Who am I? Personality: How to describe...

Pauru was going to be sick. Somewhere between the stench of desperate sentients, the traditional hutt excess, and the constant moving of the transport they were in... Yeah, the big guy was definately going to be sick. He didnt do well in speeders. And he especially didnt do well when he wasnt...

The familiar voice of his usual partner in crime pulled Orann's attention away from his Targeting reticle, causing the trooper to smirk and shake his head a little. He still didnt look though. He simply straightened up and removed the powerpack from his rifle in standard operating procedure...

If one were to rate pain on a scale of one to ten, with ten being the worst, being punched in the face would register about a three for the hulking Acolyte. Being struck with a training saber closer to a four. Painful, but still bareable. That being said... Force Lightning was on its own scale...

Truth be told, Pauru didn’t really have a plan beyond his initial punch to the face one. He honestly didn’t expect THAT to work. “You still talk too much.” He managed to growl out, anger continuing to boil over. What could he say… He had a hot temper. Probably came from his Tatooine heritage. A...

Yknow, its a good thing Orann is such a difficult guy to irritate. Because otherwise he might have said something snarky and sarcastic to get himself beheaded by an ill tempered Sith Crusader. Even so, the Trooper couldnt help but to roll his eyes under the helmet. YEP... There was that good old...

Orann tapped the top of the rifle with a nod, unable to hide the massive smile on his face. It was like christmas up in here. Or life day.... Thats the one. "Yeah, the targeting systems are going to have to be manually slaved to my armor. That'll take some work... Since I never had any skill for...

Well this was definately not what the large sith intended to deal with. He wanted a fight. Not a dance with some red headed harlot. The Acolyte brought his weapon down in a smoothe motion, growling loudly. His intention was to use the powerful strokes of Djem So to counter her faster strikes...

Orann offered the sith woman a little nod and reached down onto his belt, taking out his grappling line. "Of course, Ma'am. Just give me a ring if you need anything else." With one smoothe motion, the Trooper looped the line around the rafter nearest to him and dropped down, descending to land...

The hesitation between command and execution was less than the time it took to blink twice. Just long enough for trooper Hill to line the first of the targets up in his sights. He flicked the rifle over to burst fire and let fly with the first shots. Two plasma pulses, coccooned around hot...

Orann smiled a little as the ferrofluid plasma bored a neat hole in one side of the man's head before detonating inside his skull. Say what you will about the smaller rounds... The nature of their penetration made for a much more dramatic headshot. Some part of the mans mind wondered if there...

The walk to the balcony was full of his usual pre game psyche up routine. Namely, whistling his favorite song into his Helmet's filters and double checking the powerpack on his rifle. Making sure it wasnt going to run out mid shot on him. Twenty Six shots... Fair enough. Orann switched his rifle...