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zal copy for if I ever cock up his profile on accident

NAME: Zal Tenau
AGE: 26
SPECIES: Human

FACTION: Dominion
RANK: Super Commando
CLAN: Tenau
HOUSE: Kryze

HEIGHT: 5'10" (1.78 m)
WEIGHT: 165 lbs (74.8 kg)
HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown
EYE COLOR: Brown
FORCE: No


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• Zal Tenau was born on Mandalore into the ancient and storied Clan Tenau. His branch, however, lived as simple farmers on the planet’s countryside. His parents were strict disciplinarians, even by Mandalorian standards. His father was especially hard on the young boy, berating him for even the slightest shortcoming. Day in and day out, Zal was worked the farm without the slightest hint of familial affection thrown his way. Naturally, he developed something of a rebellious streak. This only drove his father to push him harder, finally forcing Zal past the breaking point when he was 16 years old. It was then that he abandoned his family and home, hitching a ride with some offworld traders in search of life lived on his own terms.
  
  Eventually, he fell in with a Wild Space mining corporation. The young Mandalorian started out as an errand boy before working his way up to actual mining. It was here where he found his love for all things explosive. The feeling of blasting rocks into nothingness sparked his enthusiasm better than any nerf could, and soon enough he began to truly love what he was doing with his life.
  
  However, Zal’s wandering nature eventually got the better of him again. While the mines had given him valuable experience, friendships, and most importantly, credits, it was growing dull and routine. Pirate attacks were becoming less and less common and the whole thing began to feel like an actual job. His mind was made up when he heard rumors that his people had freed themselves from the Republic, and had established a resurgent Mandalorian Dominion. He immediately took his last payment, said goodbye to his friends, and booked a ship to Mandalore. After 10 years, Zal returned to his homeworld intent on joining something greater than himself. Being able to blow stuff up was just a sweet bonus.
  
• Outside of his armor, Zal doesn't cut the most imposing figure. He is of average height and weight, and while his build is athletic, one would rarely see it as he prefers baggy, casual attire when not in battle. His skin is olive and his hair is cropped short and dark. His perpetually-bored eyes are a dull brown. He keeps short stubble on his face, because shaving can be a hassle. His features are rounded and somewhat bulbous.
  
  His Mk. II Mandalorian armor is painted a dark shade of purple, the color of House Kryze, with black stripes running vertically down the crown of his helmet. An explosive warning symbol has been painted on his left breast, and the Mando'a phrase Haat o'r an nuhune ("Many a true word spoken in jest.") has been scratched along the collar of his chest plate. Like any good demolitions expert, he is rarely seen without a bandoleer of grenades strapped across his chest.
  
  
  

  
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• At first glance, Zal comes off as rather bland. He speaks in a slow, monotone voice and rarely shows much expression on his face. There's some truth to that assumption, as there are only and handful of things that truly interest him. Politics, philosophy, and art are some choice subjects you won't find him caring for. Bring up atomizing foes with a thermal detonator, however, and a childlike spark of enthusiasm will spread across his face. Zal is something of a demolitions buff, and has dedicated most of his life to the arts of using and disabling explosive devices. Anything that goes boom or makes things go boom is definitely in his wheelhouse, and is a surefire way to want him to shut up.
  
  He has a sense of dry, sardonic humor and readily prefers stupid jokes to deep, moving conversation. He rarely opens up to people, and will often use said humor to mask his true feelings, or simply not speak at all. While he takes his Mandalorian heritage seriously, he has spent many years away from his home system. Many of his habits and mannerisms stem from time spent in Wild Space, and may be considered by some as irreverent and disrespectful. The most glaring seems to be his detachment from his house and clan, a position complicated by his strained relationship with his family.
  
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  STRENGTHS: Zal's greatest strength is no surprise: his knowledge and application of explosive ordinance. He knows how to use and defuse most of the galaxy's most common explosives and is eager to learn more of the not as common varieties. He is not to be underestimated with a blaster, however, he was born Mandalorian and was taught from an early age how to shoot. He has also taken an interest in extra-vehicular warfare since joining the Dominion, particularly those that offer the most firepower. While not a master pilot yet, he can hold his own in a cockpit, and is more than willing to mount up in combat.
  
  WEAKNESSES: However, Zal is not without his flaws. While he isn't a slouch with a blaster, the farther away from something he is the less likely he is to hit it. He isn't much of a long-range marksman. He also isn't the greatest communicator. He can often appear bored and uninterested, and his poor judgment of when to joke doesn't help him, either. Speaking of poor judgement, Zal can be extremely reckless and foolhardy, not the best quality in someone who handles explosives.
  
  SKILLS:
  
  • Vast knowledge of explosives
  • Promising piloting abilities
  • Cool under fire
  • Above average mid-short range blaster combat
  
  
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  GEAR:
  
  
  • CCT Mk. II Armor [Two wrist hard points, Right: rocket (2), Left: flamethrower (2)]
  • CZ-6100 Handheld Rocket Launcher (x3 Standard magazines, x1 Incendiary magazine, x1 Armor Piercing magazine, x1 High Explosive magazine)
  • DP-09 Dual Phase Medium Pistol (x4 power cells)
  • x4 Thermal Detonators
  • Electroblade
  
  SHIP:
  
  
  • Brambleback-class Gunboat, Copikla
  
  DROID:
  
  
  • M-Series Utility Droid, M0-J07 "Mojo"
  
  
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  • Mandalore Indomitus - Ongoing
  • Trial of the Clans - Open Hostilities - Ongoing
  • Seat of Power - Ongoing
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Cordan Milcarn​

Name: Cordan Milcarn
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Navy Commander
Species: Human
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Force Sensitive: No

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Biography​

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Cordan Milcarn was born on Corellia, son of Viccus Milcarn, an illustrious member of the Corellian Merchant's guild. His early life was spent on the family's manor in the countryside, far from the hustle and bustle of Cornet City. While his father was away attending guild business, Cordan was at home in his own veritable kingdom. A small army of servants were at his beck and call

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Name: "Gentleman" Jec Veem​

Faction: The Blazing Claw
Rank: Captain
Species: Nautolan
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Force Sensitive: No

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Biography: Jec Veem was born on the Nautolan homeworld of Glee Anselm into a poor family of pearl divers. For the most part his parents were content, even happy with their lot in life. Things were simple and they didn't need to worry about anything outside their small archipelago. Jec on the other hand, spent his days and nights watching for ships leaving the planet's atmosphere. He wanted nothing more than to be on one.

For years he planned his escape, and when he was just thirteen years old, he had his chance. During a rare trip to the capital of Pieralos, he slipped away from his family and made a beeline to the spaceport. Although pursued by security, his small stature enabled him to evade them by slipping into the cargo hold of an unassuming freighter. Little did he know, it belonged to a ruthless Toydarian pirate named Zon Nodi. When the young Nautolan was discovered, the pirate intended to sell him into slavery, but soon realized that having an unpaid cabin boy was a better deal than using his paltry value to employ a few more greedy throat cutters.

For better or worse, Jec's wish came true, and soon he was traveling the Outer Rim with Nodi's crew, doing small menial tasks and acting as the Captain's personal servant. While cruel, the Toydarian taught the boy more valuable lessons than his own father ever did. As the years passed, he became more and more comfortable with a pirate's life, eventually being promoted to a bonafide member of the crew with his own cut of the loot. Likewise, Nodi's operation expanded, and soon the freighter was replaced with a captured frigate. They were a force to be reckoned with, but as it usually goes, it didn't last long.

While at port in Ord Antalaha, Nodi got into a drunken argument with his cook. In the heat of the moment, the cook shot the Captain dead. In a shock, the crew rioted and began to strip the frigate of valuables. In the chaos, Jec plundered fistfulls of credit sticks, some good blasters, and most importantly, a gunship that was kept in the ship's hanger. Intent on starting his own operation, Jec took to the far reaches of the galaxy to plunder shipping lanes for fame and fortune. He would make the galaxy fear his name, or die trying.

Appearance: Jec is a tall Nautolan of an average build. His skin is a light shade of teal and his large eyes are silver. His face is round with a similarly snub nose that gives him a somewhat jolly look. The Pirate's most striking feature however, is his near-permanent smile. The smile is broad, exposing a set of immaculately straight, white teeth.

Personality: Superficially, Jec is a laid-back, cheery individual with a wide smile and a self deprecating sense of humor. In reality, he is a ruthless killer who will stop at nothing in his pursuit of wealth, power, and most of all, infamy. He would die a beggar if it meant the entire galaxy knew his name. This all-consuming ego drives his every action, be it his over the top theatrics or his reckless decision making.


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Inventory:
Modular Combat Vest Mark. IV
x2 B-8R Medium Blaster Pistols
Vibrosword
D44-M Gunship, Kindly Stranger​

 

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NAME: Omren Dii
AGE: 29
SPECIES: Iktotchi

FACTION: Jedi Order
RANK: Jedi Knight

HEIGHT: 6'3" (1.9 meters)
WEIGHT: 200 lbs (90 kg)
HAIR COLOR: None
EYE COLOR: Pale Blue
FORCE: Yes, Trained


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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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• Omren knows very little of his early life. He was born on the planet Iktotch into a family that was familiar with the Jedi Order. When it was found that he was force sensitive, the infant Omren was immediately sent to the Jedi Temple on Tython. He was raised in the hallowed halls of the enclave, undergoing the standard training of a youngling where he was found to be both a diligent student and powerful in the ways of the Force. The Jedi Hisstorian Plu Chortkat took a special interest in the boy, and was eventually assigned as his master. The female Ithorian taught him with a strict but fair hand, and soon his natural talents bloomed under her tutelage.
  
  Master Chortkat had a hands-on philosophy concerning the study of history, and often took her apprentice into the field to inspect various ruins and access records in hard to reach places. This inspired in him a willingness to get his hands dirty, and gave him more than a few memorable experiences in the pursuit of knowledge. As the years went by, the two became nigh-inseparable as their relationship turned from a teacher-student bond to a genuine friendship. Plu passed on her Jedi wisdom while Omren grounded her and gave her much needed stability in her hectic life.
  
  However, when the Army of Light was formed to battle the resurgent Sith, the Iktotchi apprentice sprung at the chance to join them. He was intent on chronicling their deeds and struggles for posterity, although his Master did not approve. His decision to leave with the militants would strain their relationship to the point that they would never truly reconcile. In the company of the Army of Light, Omren was assigned a new Master, an old man who was more interested in studying tomes than training an apprentice, and was mostly left to his own devices.
  
  The Destruction of Tython took the lives of many great Jedi, but none affected Omren more than the death of Plu Chortkat. He hadn't spoken with his first Master in years, making her violent demise that much more painful. The apprentice historian became bitter and distant for a time, spending most of his days in he Archives rather than in the presence of his fellow Jedi. Eventually, he mustered enough strength to pass his Initiate Trial, but becoming a Knight did little to soothe his melancholy. Over the course of the next five years, he slowly regained his energy and passion for the Order. Seeking to live up to his old Master's memory, Omren began to actively pursue lost history once more.
• As an Iktotchi, Omren's most striking feature are the two large horns that curve downwards out of his skull. His leathery skin is a dark shade of pink, and is wrapped tightly around his frame. Two steely, pale blue eyes peer out underneath his broad forehead and frame a face that is set in stony, emotionless features. His build is fairly tall and stocky, with him standing at 6'3" (1.9 meters) and weighing at 200 lbs (90 kg). Another telltale sign of his people are his large, fatty hands.
  
  To say that the Jedi has an inverse sense of style would be an understatement. Almost all of his clothing is the same shade of dark tan. While some Lore Keepers favor ornate Ansatan robes to demonstrate their dedication to learning, Omren is a firm believer in simplicity and utilitarianism, hence his exceeding drab wardrobe. Despite his poor fashion sense, his clothes are always clean and well-fitted. He dislikes wearing armor, and will only equip his modular protection if absolutely sure that he will be in a dangerous situation.
• On the outside, Omren maintains a stoic disposition that can come off as cold and uncaring to the uninitiated. He rarely starts conversations and is to-the-point in his responses, while jokes and sarcasm tend to go over his head as he is very literal in his interpretations. More than anything, he dedicates his life to the study and preservation of history. While he is perfectly happy studying in a temple, he often finds the need to go into the field to see and record history firsthand. Ultimately, his philosophy of historiography is that one must approach subjects in a totally objective, unbiased manner, no matter how undesirable the content may to be. His driving vision is to make the Jedi Archives the greatest center for knowledge in the galaxy, available not only to Jedi of future generations but also to the public, so that they may better understand where they came from.
  
  However, this methodical and dedicated exterior hides a sensitive and kind inner self. Omren cares deeply for his fellow Jedi, and while he is slow to show affection, he would do almost anything to assist them. He sees violence as a last resort, refusing to engage combat unless there is no hope of negotiation. Amusingly enough, the Jedi Historian has something of a sweet tooth, and will occasionally sneak cookies and other sweets into the Archives while in study.
• First and foremost, Omren is keen user of the Force. Trained in the ways of the Jedi Consulars since childhood, he is a proficient wielder of his Force abilities. His skills in Telekinesis, Sense, and certain Trances are especially honed. Precognition and telepathy are naturally strong in Iktotchi, with Omren being no exception. While he is focused on the use of the Force, he is no slouch with a lightsaber. He is primarily a practitioner of Forms V and VI, focusing his efforts on defense and counters.
  
  In terms of non Force-Sensitive skills, Omren is very knowledgeable of history, particularly the history of the Jedi Order. To read various texts, he has learned more than a few languages along with Basic and his native Iktotchese. Along with this, he is a surprisingly skilled pilot, honed from years of flying from planet to planet with his master.
  
  Skills:
  
  • Force Telekinetics (Push, Pull, Wave)
  • Force Sense (Precognition, Telepathy)
  • Force Trances (Battle Meditation)
  • Lightsaber Combat (Form V, Form VI)
  • Knowledge of History
  • Piloting
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  • Green Single-Bladed Lightsaber
  • Modular Jedi Armor (Medium)
  
  Ship:
  
  • Numbian Emissary Yacht, I Can't Think of a Name
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Kaarl Vulen​

Name: Kaarl Vulen

Faction: Sith Empire

Rank: Templar

Species: Human

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Force Sensitive: Yes, Trained

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Appearance​

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The most appropriate descriptor for Kaarl may be mountainous. He stands 6’9” (2.06 meters) and weighs upwards of 280 lbs (127 kg). His body is a gnarled mass of muscle, fat, and scar tissue, that along with a slightly hunched posture, gives him an appearance that most would consider ugly. During his encounter with Xanthier, he acquired several prominent lightsaber scars across his chest and back. Likewise, his face is wide and blocky, with a prominent scar on his forehead that he earned early in his life. His skin is pale, and while he keeps his head bald, his natural hair color is light brown. His eyes are usually brown, but as the corruption of the Dark Side has spread, they have become a sickly shade of amber.

Since his conversion to the dark temple, he has marked his body with several Sith glyphs to signify his newfound faith. Once outfitting himself in the armor of a soldier, he now dons armored robes to set himself apart from the rank and file of the Empire. This usually manifests as a ribbed bodyglove underneath a set of heavy armor plates that protect his torso and limbs, themselves under a long hooded tabard, all black.

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Kaarl’s most prominent strength is just that. His strength. An imposing physical specimen, he is built like a rancor and fights just as brutally. He uses his strength to overpower his opponents in combat and to intimidate them out of it. Likewise, his Intelligence is not to be underestimated. He is cold and calculating, and willing to step over just about anyone to achieve his goals. While he is primarily a Lightsaber combatant, Kaarl has an affinity for a handful of Telekinetic Force Powers, such as Force Choke, Force Crush, and Force Pull.

However, his greatest weaknesses may be his slow speed and utter lack of agility. He moves at a pace that could be classified as lumbering, hence his preference of making foes come to him. In the same vein, he is the polar opposite of graceful. He can barely make it over a hurdle, let alone perform the slightest bit of acrobatics. Lastly, while his ruse of being a thoughtless brute may benefit him in certain situations, it has hurt his overall charisma in the long-run. Not many will revel in being commanded by a big, stupid, sweaty man. (Revise)

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Once, Kaarl placed himself above all else, as any Sith would. He thought himself a genius and relied on guile and deceit to advance himself. However, as a young warrior he suffered a failure so great that his arrogance was torn from his being. He realized that he was nothing but a pawn to be used and discarded when no longer useful. He embraced this role, embarking to extend this usefulness as long as he can. Thinking nothing of himself, he has dedicated his life to the Dark Side of the Force to the point of becoming a fanatic. Any who would deny the power of the dark are his mortal foes, and he makes it his mission to crush them swiftly and without mercy.

Kaarl has the calmness of one who has found peace with himself. He holds no value of the material and spends much of his time in meditation. However, his hunger for knowledge has only grown since his transformation, finding that the use of his raw strength can only take him so far. He is working to increase his understanding of the Dark Side and its powers in ways that augment his strengths and dampen his weaknesses.

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Biography​

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Early Life (0-17)​

Kaarl Vulen was born in the bowels of Coruscant’s lower levels. Abandoned and left for dead by his parents, he was found and adopted by a kindly old woman named Nan Vulen. Naming the boy Kaarl after her late husband, she saw to his wellbeing and tried her best to shape him into a kind, hard-working child, despite the horrid conditions of the lower level. For a time, she succeeded, the boy was polite and well mannered. He took all of his studies seriously and hoarded every bit of knowledge he could. It almost seemed as if young Kaarl was going to make something of himself.

Then, without warning, Nan became deathly ill. Without any doctors on their level and too poor to buy meds in the market, all Kaarl could do was make her comfortable as she passed. Without a positive force in his life, he drifted around his level until he fell in with a petty gang called the Hounds. As Kaarl was huge for his age, he naturally became the gang’s enforcer. While still a boy, he began engaging in brawls, spice trades, anything to survive. He kept what Nan had taught him, and actively searched for more knowledge, but he didn’t dare let his new brothers find out. Enforcers weren’t supposed to think, and it even worked in his favor on more than one occasion. Thinking he was too dumb to catch on, the others would disclose the locations of stashed credits and other, more sensitive secrets. Before long, he used this information against the others, slowly rising to the top of the gang’s hierarchy and getting even greater shares of profit.

However, this did not last for long. The same swath of bad luck that had taken Nan away from him embroiled him in a turf war with a neighboring gang. His boys slowly melted away before he was caught alone in a parking garage with a group of his rivals, intent on killing him. He fought, and had killed a few, but their numbers were too great. They sliced his body with knives, turning his flesh into a bloody ruin. When all else seemed lost, a great anger built inside of him. All the rage and sorrow he had endured poured from him as a powerful, otherworldly howl. The gangsters sat helplessly, paralyzed with fear as he beat their leader to death before their eyes. As the dust settled, he lived to fight another day, but not without consequences. The gangsters’ accounts traveled fast, spreading throughout the level until they reached the ears of a Sith agent. Sensing that the boy may be force sensitive, the agent stalked him for the next few days before making their decision. By the end of the week, seventeen year-old Kaarl was abducted in the night and smuggled away to Korriban. For someone who had been taken against their will, he handled it remarkably well.

Life as a Sith (17-25)
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He trained for years at the Academy, entering a world starkly different than the one he once knew. The dangers of the lower levels were nothing compared to the intrigue and treachery he witnessed as an Acolyte. But unlike Coruscant, Korriban offered him something more: knowledge. He feverishly absorbed every text and lesson he could encounter while keeping up his facade of a fool. When at last he had completed his studies, he had learned much. No longer was he Kaarl Vulen the urchin. He was Kaarl Vulen the Sith.

Early in his career as a Sith warrior, he encountered a rogue force user named Xanthier on the planet of Mygeeto. They engaged in a prolonged duel in which Kaarl was severely injured. He was forced to retreat on a stolen shuttle and was gravely punished for failing his mission. The once proud mountain of a man was driven mad from torture, and the only solace he found was through the Dark Side of the Force.

Reinvention (25-present)
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The growing influence of the Imperial Inquisition had a powerful draw on Kaarl. Feeling that he would be better put to use in the service of the Temple, he contacted an inquisitor he knew and requested to be put through the initiation. Although highly unusual for a grown man to be taken in as an initiate, he was accepted, and soon was put through trials testing both his faith and his affinity for the Dark Side. When he finally completed his training, he was promoted to the Templars, the militant wing of the faith. It was there that he found his true calling. Never before had he been closer to the Dark Side, and never before had he felt stronger. He was ready to serve his Empire.

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• Unarmed Combat
  
  
• Calculating Intellect
  
  
• Telekinetic Force Powers

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Gear​

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• Heavy Armored Templar robes
• Cross-guard Lightsaber

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• Tempting Fate (vs Xanthier) Incomplete
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• Fate Tempted, Lesson Learned Ongoing

 

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Name: Wim Sho
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Priest
Species: Kel Dor
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Force Sensitive: Yes, Trained

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Personality: Wim is a being of almost otherworldly calmness. He rarely, if ever shows overt emotion in his actions, be it conducting diplomacy or striking down a foe.

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