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I mess up my formatting a lot so wish me luck.
Caution: Biohazard Level 4
- Thread starter Iridescence
- Start date
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- 174
- Reaction score
- 136
Theodosia Acatia
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- Joined
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- 174
- Reaction score
- 136
Basics and Bio
Species: Pantoran
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Species: Pantoran
Gender: Female
Age: 23
- Joined
- Jun 1, 2017
- Messages
- 174
- Reaction score
- 136
Theodosia Acatia
Basics and Bio
Species: Pantoran
Gender: Female
Height: 162.54 cm
Weight: 135 lbs
Age: 23
Attributes:
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STAMINA:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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Personality:
ENTP
Neutral Good
Theodosia is a woman estranged to civilization and doesn’t prefer it. She is not savage(though some consider her to be), but quiet and curious. She’s known to be blunt and open about her opinions. She had no known quarrel with the empire until she had seen what happened it had done to families around her once she had moved off of Orto Plutonia.
In a small colony on Orto Plutonia...
“She isn’t going to live. A child born a month early, in the winter, the coldest one we’ve ever had. Don’t get your hopes up.”
The cynical medic muttered. He would never say that to the couple, this was their first child. “Okay, one last push...” The mother was doing well for her size, her body going through contractions but she never screamed. The father was worried, looking like he was about to be sick. The door opened, the grandmother hobbled over. “Move aside, medic. I want to catch my first grandchild in my hands.” She said it with a smile, but the medic knew to move over. The elderly woman had had some training in the medical field in her prime.
“She’s a girl!” The grandmother said happily. The baby, born prematurely, took its first breath. “A miracle, a true gift, my child.” She held her and went over to her daughter, giving her the child. “She looks as healthy as any baby I’ve seen,” the medic had marveled. “The Force truly blessed us,” the grandmother cried. “Are you sure you don’t want to name her after her great-aunt?”
“No, we decided on Theodosia long…”
Her name, meaning “a gift”, signified at how she was a blessing to the colony. Her birth, and survival, was a symbol of hope the colonials. It was a small colony, only about thirty citizens. There were a few children of the second generation, but they were all much older. Her mother was former educator on the planet of Pantora, her father was a hobbyist mechanic, specializing in droids that did work around the house. Now, they just did what they could to survive; farming in greenhouses and hunting.
Her Force sensitivity came as a surprise to her parents. Neither were Force sensitive and were unknown to the ways of the Force. They only knew to keep it hidden from the community. The Grandmother knew of Force sensitive relatives from Pantora, whom were either killed or recruited by the Empire.
Childhood and Adolescence (5 – 17)
Theodosia was a rambunctious toddler, and as an only child and the youngest, she was constantly given her way. She wasn’t socialized that much, she only really talked to her parents and the other adults. When she did interact with the older children, it was awkward and stifling.
When she was seventeen, she had a quarrel with her parents. There were two sides to every story, one being that her mother wanted her to stay on the planet, her grandmother thought she was ready to go off on her own, see the Galaxy. Theodosia agreed with her grandmother.
A small path orbiting the colony’s territory was Theodosia’s favorite place. When she needed to cool off, she walked the path. About ten moments later, a bad intuition overcame her. Something couldn’t be happening, right? Theodosia turned, taking a step forward towards the village. A step back towards the path. The winds in the mountains of the frozen planet howled and buffeted against her. No, she should turn back. And she did. She ran. Red snow was all around, decorated with lumps of bodies around. Darkness crept around her, fueling anger and sadness. Then, a big slap of light. Theodosia looked around, confused and taken aback. She saw her grandmother weakly smiling. She rushed over.
“Never trust in the Darkside, child. The Light is what fuels the Galaxy, truly.”
Theodosia had no idea how her grandmother survived, alas she did.
Early Adulthood (18 - 22)
After the massacre, Theodosia had to force herself to move on. She had to say good-bye to Orto Plutonia. Grandma Acatia wanted to see Pantora one last time, so they packed up what little was left and left for the planet. The leftover credits from her family she used to buy a little homestead in the rural areas. Her grandmother finally passed, causing Theodosia more pain and grief, however, those words always stuck in her head.
On Pantora, the young woman raised different livestock and did all sorts of odd trades. She was ready for the next stage in her life, but it never seemed like it would come.
Tech and Assets
Blaster Pistol
Species: Pantoran
Gender: Female
Height: 162.54 cm
Weight: 135 lbs
Age: 23
Attributes:
STRENGTH:
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DEXTERITY:
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STAMINA:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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Personality:
ENTP
Neutral Good
Theodosia is a woman estranged to civilization and doesn’t prefer it. She is not savage(though some consider her to be), but quiet and curious. She’s known to be blunt and open about her opinions. She had no known quarrel with the empire until she had seen what happened it had done to families around her once she had moved off of Orto Plutonia.
In a small colony on Orto Plutonia...
“She isn’t going to live. A child born a month early, in the winter, the coldest one we’ve ever had. Don’t get your hopes up.”
The cynical medic muttered. He would never say that to the couple, this was their first child. “Okay, one last push...” The mother was doing well for her size, her body going through contractions but she never screamed. The father was worried, looking like he was about to be sick. The door opened, the grandmother hobbled over. “Move aside, medic. I want to catch my first grandchild in my hands.” She said it with a smile, but the medic knew to move over. The elderly woman had had some training in the medical field in her prime.
“She’s a girl!” The grandmother said happily. The baby, born prematurely, took its first breath. “A miracle, a true gift, my child.” She held her and went over to her daughter, giving her the child. “She looks as healthy as any baby I’ve seen,” the medic had marveled. “The Force truly blessed us,” the grandmother cried. “Are you sure you don’t want to name her after her great-aunt?”
“No, we decided on Theodosia long…”
Her name, meaning “a gift”, signified at how she was a blessing to the colony. Her birth, and survival, was a symbol of hope the colonials. It was a small colony, only about thirty citizens. There were a few children of the second generation, but they were all much older. Her mother was former educator on the planet of Pantora, her father was a hobbyist mechanic, specializing in droids that did work around the house. Now, they just did what they could to survive; farming in greenhouses and hunting.
Her Force sensitivity came as a surprise to her parents. Neither were Force sensitive and were unknown to the ways of the Force. They only knew to keep it hidden from the community. The Grandmother knew of Force sensitive relatives from Pantora, whom were either killed or recruited by the Empire.
Childhood and Adolescence (5 – 17)
Theodosia was a rambunctious toddler, and as an only child and the youngest, she was constantly given her way. She wasn’t socialized that much, she only really talked to her parents and the other adults. When she did interact with the older children, it was awkward and stifling.
When she was seventeen, she had a quarrel with her parents. There were two sides to every story, one being that her mother wanted her to stay on the planet, her grandmother thought she was ready to go off on her own, see the Galaxy. Theodosia agreed with her grandmother.
A small path orbiting the colony’s territory was Theodosia’s favorite place. When she needed to cool off, she walked the path. About ten moments later, a bad intuition overcame her. Something couldn’t be happening, right? Theodosia turned, taking a step forward towards the village. A step back towards the path. The winds in the mountains of the frozen planet howled and buffeted against her. No, she should turn back. And she did. She ran. Red snow was all around, decorated with lumps of bodies around. Darkness crept around her, fueling anger and sadness. Then, a big slap of light. Theodosia looked around, confused and taken aback. She saw her grandmother weakly smiling. She rushed over.
“Never trust in the Darkside, child. The Light is what fuels the Galaxy, truly.”
Theodosia had no idea how her grandmother survived, alas she did.
Early Adulthood (18 - 22)
After the massacre, Theodosia had to force herself to move on. She had to say good-bye to Orto Plutonia. Grandma Acatia wanted to see Pantora one last time, so they packed up what little was left and left for the planet. The leftover credits from her family she used to buy a little homestead in the rural areas. Her grandmother finally passed, causing Theodosia more pain and grief, however, those words always stuck in her head.
On Pantora, the young woman raised different livestock and did all sorts of odd trades. She was ready for the next stage in her life, but it never seemed like it would come.
Tech and Assets
Blaster Pistol
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Lysandra, confident, a guardian, a diplomat. She speaks many different languages. She is a people-pleaser. Sometimes that’s what it takes to survive. She wants the Galaxy better. She was raised on Deucalia, under a father that was disgusted with the Sith. Her father, luckily, kept it on the downlow. Her mother loved the Empire, she used to say she was a cousin of the Deucalian-Drast family. Lysandra never paid much attention to that though, her father would never.
She left the planet to explore, and on her aimless quests, Lysandra found herself more and more encased her Deucalian ancestry. This is what she wanted for herself, but almost a different way. She knew being a Plyndrer wasn’t a for-sure way to get her name in the Galaxy. She heard of the Galactic Alliance. Alliances never suited her fancy, but she knew that meant trouble for the Empire.
Lysandra knew how to speak to please, and that is just what she would do. Compromise. Get networking in. Remain neutral, get assets. This wasn’t the Deucalian way, but she wasn’t the typical Deucalian. Her father would disprove of diplomacy, but she knew he would compromise for her to go back to their roots.
Personality:
ESFJ
Lawful Good
Lysandra, being as charismatic as she is, does have a fierce sense in protecting who needs it. She’s seen the weak preyed on by the Empire’s low lives. She is over it. Any compromise she makes is for the better of the next generation of the Galaxy, whether the Empire rules it or not. Although, she can seem cold and apathic, she’s not thinking that way.
Assets:
Vibroblade
She left the planet to explore, and on her aimless quests, Lysandra found herself more and more encased her Deucalian ancestry. This is what she wanted for herself, but almost a different way. She knew being a Plyndrer wasn’t a for-sure way to get her name in the Galaxy. She heard of the Galactic Alliance. Alliances never suited her fancy, but she knew that meant trouble for the Empire.
Lysandra knew how to speak to please, and that is just what she would do. Compromise. Get networking in. Remain neutral, get assets. This wasn’t the Deucalian way, but she wasn’t the typical Deucalian. Her father would disprove of diplomacy, but she knew he would compromise for her to go back to their roots.
Personality:
ESFJ
Lawful Good
Lysandra, being as charismatic as she is, does have a fierce sense in protecting who needs it. She’s seen the weak preyed on by the Empire’s low lives. She is over it. Any compromise she makes is for the better of the next generation of the Galaxy, whether the Empire rules it or not. Although, she can seem cold and apathic, she’s not thinking that way.
Assets:
Vibroblade
- Joined
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- Messages
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- Reaction score
- 136
Lysandra Soleil
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Species: Human
Gender: Female
Height: 1.826 m
Weight: 150 lbs
Age: 27
Force Sensitivity: No
Affiliation: Deucalian
Rank: Plyndrer
Attributes:
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DEXTERITY:
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STAMINA:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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Personality:
ESFJ
Lawful Good
Lysandra, being as charismatic as she is, does have a fierce sense in protecting who needs it. She’s seen the weak preyed on by the Empire’s low lives. She is over it. Any compromise she makes is for the better of the next generation of the Galaxy, whether the Empire rules it or not. Although, she can seem cold and apathic, she’s not thinking that way.
Bio
Lysandra, confident, a guardian, a diplomat. She speaks many different languages. She is a people-pleaser. Sometimes that’s what it takes to survive. She wants the Galaxy better. She was raised on Deucalia, under a father that was disgusted with the Sith. Her father, luckily, kept it on the downlow. Her mother loved the Empire, she used to say she was a cousin of the Deucalian-Drast family. Lysandra never paid much attention to that though, her father would never.
She left the planet to explore, and on her aimless quests, Lysandra found herself more and more encased her Deucalian ancestry. This is what she wanted for herself, but almost a different way. She knew being a Plyndrer wasn’t a for-sure way to get her name in the Galaxy. She heard of the Galactic Alliance. Alliances never suited her fancy, but she knew that meant trouble for the Empire.
Lysandra knew how to speak to please, and that is just what she would do. Compromise. Get networking in. Remain neutral, get assets. This wasn’t the Deucalian way, but she wasn’t the typical Deucalian. Her father would disprove of diplomacy, but she knew he would compromise for her to go back to their roots.
Tech and Assets
Blaster Pistol
Vibroblade
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Height: 1.826 m
Weight: 150 lbs
Age: 27
Force Sensitivity: No
Affiliation: Deucalian
Rank: Plyndrer
Attributes:
STRENGTH:
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DEXTERITY:
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STAMINA:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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Personality:
ESFJ
Lawful Good
Lysandra, being as charismatic as she is, does have a fierce sense in protecting who needs it. She’s seen the weak preyed on by the Empire’s low lives. She is over it. Any compromise she makes is for the better of the next generation of the Galaxy, whether the Empire rules it or not. Although, she can seem cold and apathic, she’s not thinking that way.
Bio
Lysandra, confident, a guardian, a diplomat. She speaks many different languages. She is a people-pleaser. Sometimes that’s what it takes to survive. She wants the Galaxy better. She was raised on Deucalia, under a father that was disgusted with the Sith. Her father, luckily, kept it on the downlow. Her mother loved the Empire, she used to say she was a cousin of the Deucalian-Drast family. Lysandra never paid much attention to that though, her father would never.
She left the planet to explore, and on her aimless quests, Lysandra found herself more and more encased her Deucalian ancestry. This is what she wanted for herself, but almost a different way. She knew being a Plyndrer wasn’t a for-sure way to get her name in the Galaxy. She heard of the Galactic Alliance. Alliances never suited her fancy, but she knew that meant trouble for the Empire.
Lysandra knew how to speak to please, and that is just what she would do. Compromise. Get networking in. Remain neutral, get assets. This wasn’t the Deucalian way, but she wasn’t the typical Deucalian. Her father would disprove of diplomacy, but she knew he would compromise for her to go back to their roots.
Tech and Assets
Blaster Pistol
Vibroblade
- Joined
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- Messages
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- Reaction score
- 136
Ariadne Ky
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Species: Togruta
Home Planet: Shili
Gender: Female
Height: 1.6 m
Weight: 120 lbs
Age: 31
Force Sensitivity: No
Faction: Galactic Alliance
Attributes:
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DEXTERITY:
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STAMINA:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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Personality:
Authoritative and confident, the aspiring Rebel found a knack for battle plans and recruiting others. She enjoys strategizing and finding talents within herself and others. She is quick to make alliances, and if the Force forbids it, friends.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
“I don’t care who rules the Galaxy as long as they rule it well.”
Ariadne acknowledges that the Sith’s rule needs to come to an end, but she doesn’t disagree with them fully. She still needs that push of passion to truly help bring down the Empire.
Bio
Ariadne was born in the autumn season of Shili. Her mother raised her on her own, as her father was busy ruling their tribe. Although her father ruled with a firm hand, a man is only as strong as his partner makes him be. Both were strong individuals, but Ariadne would watch her mother cry and still hold council and advise the leader of the tribe, as she raised Ariadne and her siblings.
Ariadne, preferred to call herself Ari, was the oldest of three, a younger brother and a younger sister. She was always the instructor. She was quiet and observant, and logical. She knew showing emotions was fine, but not if you needed to get things done.
Tech and Assets
Blaster Pistol
Blaster Rifle
Vibroblade
Armor
Ship named Thelma
Species: Togruta
Home Planet: Shili
Gender: Female
Height: 1.6 m
Weight: 120 lbs
Age: 31
Force Sensitivity: No
Faction: Galactic Alliance
Attributes:
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DEXTERITY:
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STAMINA:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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Personality:
Authoritative and confident, the aspiring Rebel found a knack for battle plans and recruiting others. She enjoys strategizing and finding talents within herself and others. She is quick to make alliances, and if the Force forbids it, friends.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
“I don’t care who rules the Galaxy as long as they rule it well.”
Ariadne acknowledges that the Sith’s rule needs to come to an end, but she doesn’t disagree with them fully. She still needs that push of passion to truly help bring down the Empire.
Bio
Ariadne was born in the autumn season of Shili. Her mother raised her on her own, as her father was busy ruling their tribe. Although her father ruled with a firm hand, a man is only as strong as his partner makes him be. Both were strong individuals, but Ariadne would watch her mother cry and still hold council and advise the leader of the tribe, as she raised Ariadne and her siblings.
Ariadne, preferred to call herself Ari, was the oldest of three, a younger brother and a younger sister. She was always the instructor. She was quiet and observant, and logical. She knew showing emotions was fine, but not if you needed to get things done.
Tech and Assets
Blaster Pistol
Blaster Rifle
Vibroblade
Armor
Ship named Thelma
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- Reaction score
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Kyranda Tor'ii
Kyranda Tor'ii
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Species: Sith Pureblood
Home Planet: Korriban
Gender: Female
Height: 1.6 m
Weight: 120 lbs
Age: 19
Force Sensitivity: Yes,prefers to use Dark Side
Faction: Old Empire
Attributes:
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DEXTERITY:
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STAMINA:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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Personality:
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Myers-Briggs: ESTP
She has always been a confident adventurer. As Kyranda was undergoing the training to become a Sith Acolyte, she found herself growing more than she ever could. She has an immediate impact on her surroundings, being the life of the party and of a crowd. She rarely takes things seriously which tends to be problematic with authority.
Kyranda leaps before she looks, and tends to miss her marks. She is a clever fighter, but can tend to be hotheaded and arrogant. These are her biggest weaknesses.
Bio
Kyranda Tor'ii was never given much of a choice in her lifestyle. A part of that angers her and fuels her distaste for the Lightside users. As she was raised in the Empire, their beliefs and views were struck down her throat.
Kyranda k
Tech and Assets
Blaster Pistol
Blaster Rifle
Lightsaber
Armor
Species: Sith Pureblood
Home Planet: Korriban
Gender: Female
Height: 1.6 m
Weight: 120 lbs
Age: 19
Force Sensitivity: Yes,prefers to use Dark Side
Faction: Old Empire
Attributes:
STRENGTH:
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DEXTERITY:
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STAMINA:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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Personality:
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Myers-Briggs: ESTP
She has always been a confident adventurer. As Kyranda was undergoing the training to become a Sith Acolyte, she found herself growing more than she ever could. She has an immediate impact on her surroundings, being the life of the party and of a crowd. She rarely takes things seriously which tends to be problematic with authority.
Kyranda leaps before she looks, and tends to miss her marks. She is a clever fighter, but can tend to be hotheaded and arrogant. These are her biggest weaknesses.
Bio
Kyranda Tor'ii was never given much of a choice in her lifestyle. A part of that angers her and fuels her distaste for the Lightside users. As she was raised in the Empire, their beliefs and views were struck down her throat.
Kyranda k
Tech and Assets
Blaster Pistol
Blaster Rifle
Lightsaber
Armor
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GDI
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- Reaction score
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Kyranda Tor'ii
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Species: Sith Pureblood
Home Planet: Korriban
Gender: Female
Height: 1.6 m
Weight: 120 lbs
Age: 19
Force Sensitivity: Yes,prefers to use Dark Side
Faction: Old Empire
Attributes:
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DEXTERITY:
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STAMINA:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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Personality:
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Myers-Briggs: ESTP
She has always been a confident adventurer. As Kyranda was undergoing the training to become a Sith Acolyte, she found herself growing more than she ever could. She has an immediate impact on her surroundings, being the life of the party and of a crowd. She rarely takes things seriously which tends to be problematic with authority.
Kyranda leaps before she looks, and tends to miss her marks. She is a clever fighter, but can tend to be hotheaded and arrogant. These are her biggest weaknesses.
Bio
Kyranda Tor'ii was never given much of a choice in her lifestyle. A part of that angers her and fuels her distaste for the Lightside users. As she was raised in the Empire, their beliefs and views were struck down her throat.
Kyranda k
Tech and Assets
Blaster Pistol
Blaster Rifle
Lightsaber
Armor
Species: Sith Pureblood
Home Planet: Korriban
Gender: Female
Height: 1.6 m
Weight: 120 lbs
Age: 19
Force Sensitivity: Yes,prefers to use Dark Side
Faction: Old Empire
Attributes:
STRENGTH:
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DEXTERITY:
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STAMINA:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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Personality:
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Myers-Briggs: ESTP
She has always been a confident adventurer. As Kyranda was undergoing the training to become a Sith Acolyte, she found herself growing more than she ever could. She has an immediate impact on her surroundings, being the life of the party and of a crowd. She rarely takes things seriously which tends to be problematic with authority.
Kyranda leaps before she looks, and tends to miss her marks. She is a clever fighter, but can tend to be hotheaded and arrogant. These are her biggest weaknesses.
Bio
Kyranda Tor'ii was never given much of a choice in her lifestyle. A part of that angers her and fuels her distaste for the Lightside users. As she was raised in the Empire, their beliefs and views were struck down her throat.
Kyranda k
Tech and Assets
Blaster Pistol
Blaster Rifle
Lightsaber
Armor
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