Dawn of the Republic Character Showcase

[Apollyon]

@Green Ranger
Cathar Jedi Knight.
Using a lot of Russian and Germanic influences with him. Pursuing more of an extremist view point with him. A "true believer" type deal. His thought process as far as Dark Side users and Sith pretty much involves killing them and burning the corpse in effort to redeem their souls. Think like a Christian Crusader during the Crusades, only as a giant space kitty with a glowing plasma claymore, and space magic.

 

[Taz]

@Green Ranger

Really? Because it looks fine on my laptop, I'll change it if more people have trouble reading it.

It looks great Marf but the green dude is right. It's slightly hard to read.

 

[Green Ranger]

@Green Ranger
Cathar Jedi Knight.
Using a lot of Russian and Germanic influences with him. Pursuing more of an extremist view point with him. A "true believer" type deal. His thought process as far as Dark Side users and Sith pretty much involves killing them and burning the corpse in effort to redeem their souls. Think like a Christian Crusader during the Crusades, only as a giant space kitty with a glowing plasma claymore, and space magic.

I like it. I'm kind of hoping that at least a few people will go for that extreme angle with the Jedi, since (IMHO) there's so much you can do with that angle. I don't plan on running a Jedi, at least not yet since I'm going to be busy in the Senate, but if down the line I move away from the Republic and go with the Jedi, I'm hoping that there will be plenty of more extreme Jedi toying with the Dark Side and the like due to their zealotry.

 

[Apollyon]

When I read the comparison of Jedi to Crusaders my Sith plans got flushed instantly. It's SUCH a freeing concept and one extremely unique to this time period. The Jedi only formed into a hardened religious army a few times and being able to explore that mentality is just too much to pass up. Hopefully, this becomes the norm in the Jedi faction as I think it is FAR more interesting then peaceful, almost pacifistic monks.

#call4thecrusades

 

[Green Ranger]

"We were taught ambition is powerful. I was the boldest and greatest of my kind, and I surpassed every expectation. Even Mother Malmourral did not expect that my powers would be turned against her one day - that I could surpass her. But I cheated. Borrowed power is no substitute, and she knew this. Many Sisters died so that I could ascend - a victory Mother Malmourral stole from my grasp at the final, crucial moment.

She made a world burn to teach me.
I will make the galaxy burn to destroy her."
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Image edit is a very rough WIP at this stage, but this is a potential second character I might or might not be using, based heavily on Asajj Ventress' old Clone Wars appearance.​

 

[Oreus]

My original idea was to have a christoph waltz inglourious basterds inspired Senator.. now I am thinking Sith. My concept is growing and changing as I read and think. He will be strong in speechcraft, persuasion, and will be a great storyteller. Kill your enemies with kindness right before you kill them with your lightsaber. Most of his skill will involve using the force to hide his force connection, to drain knowledge, and to influence emotions. I very much want him to be the guy the Sith send when they need information subtly. Good looks, friendly voice, and a smile on his face make him a deadly infiltrator and information extractor.

 

[StormWolf]

@Green Ranger The only thing that remains the same is the character's race and name. Everything else has been reworked from the ground up.

 

[Nor'baal]

I would love some feedback on Baron Voren Makr and my Hutt (who is in a spoiler tag) found here.

I plan for Voren to be CEO of Czerka, with a past as a killer for hire and a smuggler, whilst my Hutt is going to be a typical outer rim grubby dealer. Acting as the middleman for black market deals, smuggling and bounties - and mostly operating out of a rusty old freighter that moves from planet to planet, with it's associated vermin on board.

 

[Marcus]

Thanks @Green Ranger re my Marcus char. I really want to see more on the Jedi before I go into more detail. Even his personality may change depending on what the admins/think tank produce. I can say that if we are a sort of Army of Light with crusaders who go over the line, he will be at odds with that. He's a bit more self righteous towards NOT crossing the line, which will make him seem weak or dispassionate in a way lol. But yeah, basically waiting on more details before I flesh him out fully.

Thanks on Daiton as well. When I RPd a while back here, I had much more fun with my slicer so I have a hunch that could happen again. ;)

 

[Mr.BossMan]

Aliens, woo! Nice choices - Chadra-fan are a pretty interesting species, and a Pau'an Jedi is pretty neat.



At a glance (sorry, I'm sort of speed-rading everything) I'd say to be a bit more detailed or specific about the stats, since it's kind of vague at the moment as to whether they're good or bad. Aside from that she looks quite interesting so far.



Not much to really comment on this at this point, though I like the cultural reference in the name, which is a nice touch.



I'll be honest, there was so much there that I didn't wind up reading it. I'm worried that maybe you've got a little too much planned at this stage, but that's just my two cents from very quickly glancing over it all. It seems like you've got a lot on your plate, so maybe work on refining it down and seeing if you can't get away with less to begin with?



Tricky to advise you on how to rework the profile given that so much of the history is based in events that correspond to the current timeline, but I'm confident you'll be able to figure it out as more information is revealed. :p



I'll be honest, I like Daiton a lot more than I like Marcus right now - Marcus doesn't seem to have much going on in his bio yet, and you don't get any real idea of who he is or what he's like, so my recommendation would be to really go back and try and flesh out the personality there to make him stand out more.



Brentaal's a fun planet, but we're actually looking at ways to sort of allow the main faction to pick battles on locations other than those key strategic points if they want to (since battles inevitable occur at the same locations time and time again due to the way the galaxy is set up). Granted the character still works, but it might not be the flashpoint that you're envisioning.

Also, droids are always interesting - and a challenge. We need more awkward, rudimentary droid-types in the RP, IMHO - the whole super-advanced shtick is getting old. But that's just my opinion.



More power to the BA folks. Digging the Senator with a military background-turned freedom fighter bio.



...I've got nothing. >.>



I actually find that 'recently Knighted' point of development for a character allows for a ridiculously broad amount of RP opportunities, as well as personal journey, progression, development etc. It's a really great point to start a character at - you're not limited by being a PAdawan, but you're still essentially learning about being a Jedi, just without your training wheels, so there's so much you can do there.



Yeah, there's about half a dozen different ways Altus or really any of us can approach tackling background. It's important to keep an open mind, however - I dunno about you guys, but half the time I set up a character, they change the moment I start RPing with them.



Interesting. I'll be interested to see what his backstory is - I've always toyed with the idea of a failed Jedi-turned-vigilante, but never seem to get around to actually making it a thing.

But if you're ripping off Arrow, maybe I'll wind up ripping off Jessica Jones. Who knows? >.>



Personally I'm not big on rehashing old characters - you're certainly allowed to do that (usually it's disallowed due to the RP timelines having existed all in a single continuity, but the reboot tosses that out the window this time around). I'll have to wait and see how it turns out, though.



I'm actually glad to see so many people in here are working on Jedi characters, because for a while there I wasn't seeing much buzz around them and was...kind of wondering if they'd even have any interest as a faction, but it seems like there's plenty of people working on Jedi after all.

Aside from that. there's not much to go on there yet, since it's mostly Bee's cat ipsum. I guess we'll have to wait and see :p

Spoiler: And if anyone's interested, here's what I'm cooking up at the moment:

Malmourral​

FULL NAME: ---
AGE: Unknown
SPECIES: Human
HOMEWORLD: Dathomir

HEIGHT: 6'3"
WEIGHT: ---

EYE COLOR: Purple
HAIR COLOR: White
SKIN COLOR: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes

FACTION: Galactic Republic
RANK: Senator of Dathomir

"Malmourral wasn't always feared as the all-devouring demon of Bardotta. Once upon a time, the Great Demon was revered and worshiped by many. Time, it seems, has a way of changing such things. Where the Dagoyan Masters now see only the wildfire, we see the ashes that give birth to new life. On Dathomir, Malmourral remains a title worthy of solemn respect, but also of love. That is the Malmourral I wish to embody."

Sorceress​

"It is the nature of the galaxy to condemn that which we do not understand. Fear, I have discovered, is the source of great mistrust in many a thing, but ignorance is no excuse, and all too often such mysteries are labelled as magic - as some unknowable, all-powerful force that is beyond our comprehension. And yet, such acts are not above mortals. The Jedi and Sith have fought each other for millenia using powers we cannot possibly comprehend, and yet the notion of magic is still considered mysterious, unknowable...and dangerous. Only one of these is in fact true. Given the appropriate application of knowledge, however, even the most terrifyingly unknowable sorceries can be harnessed. For those with a certain aptitude, is is far from dangerous.

Such sorcery can open up the entire galaxy to you, and so much more..."

Before entering public service as the Senator of Dathomir, Malmourral established herself as a powerful practitioner of the Dathomiri arcane arts, or 'Mancery' as it was sometimes known. Widely revered as a powerful Seeress, Malmourral was one of many such individuals within Dathomiri society - a position of considerable prestige and wealth, a Sorcerer commanded a considerable estate of wealth and indentured servants to tend to their every whim, and Malmourral was no exception to this. Dathomiri culture revolved around these arcane arts, and as part of her duties, Malmourral would be petitioned by countless dozens of individuals on a daily basis, offering gifts and tribute, that she may apply her powers to their own demands. These jobs were highly varied - Dathomir was built upon the foundations of such power, and so it saturated every aspect of their culture in some form or another. As perhaps the most powerful and most recognized of her sorcerous kind, Malmourral was petitioned for only the most lucrative of jobs - be it aiding in the fertility of a wealthy couple, placating the servants of a particularly noble house, or providing insight into the futures of budding politicians' careers.

Along with these duties that she personally attended to, Malmourral had at her command dozens of apprentices who would serve on lesser jobs on her behalf, or to assist her in some of the more extravagant rituals. These 'Night Sisters' were trained in such a way so as not to eclipse the significance of Malmourral herself - speaking only when necessary in soft tones, their garb a simple red dress. Such a practice of apprentices was hardly a tradition that Malmourral invented, however her retinue was by far the largest. These women also served as bodyguards for Malmourral, and were trained in several martial arts, as well as marksmanship, and were loyal utterly to Malmourral herself.

Save one. Malmourral was betrayed by her first Nightsister, and lost everything - not defeated through raw power or particular cunning, but by the power of words. Her own Nightsisters turned against her, it was a lesson hard learned, and one Malmourral herself would not soon forget.

Senator​

Despite the loss of her estate, her status and her considerable influence in the circles of power of Dathomir, Malmourral was not so easily defeated. She still held considerable sway over the ruling clan of Dathomir - in fact it was only through her sorcery that the Clan Mother and current ruler of Dathomir still clung onto power. Years before, a plague had spread through many of the servants of Dathomir, and many houses were decimated by the sickness - none more so than the ruling Devasta clan, who at the time commanded more servants than any other. Malmourral herself managed to stop the plague from destroying the Clan, albeit at the cost of several of her own Nightsisters to fuel the dark ritual. The magics that held the sickness at bay were only maintained by Malmourral's will. But the betrayal had embittered her against her people, and Malmourral sought new stages to perform.

So it was that the previous Senator of Dathomir was suddenly recalled, never to be heard from again. Malmourral took to the stage on Chandrila in disguise, and, with the political power of the Republic Senate, enacted swift and cruel laws that crippled Dathomir economically for decades. Cut off from tribute by the economic recession, the Sorcerors of Dathomir turned on one another in a bitter shadow war that left the houses either destroyed or only a shadow of their former selves. Sensing weakness, several planets that once paid tribute to Dathomir - including Bardotta and Eshan - cut off all ties from the troubled world. Before the Dathomiri could turn their blame upon the mysterious Senator that had crippled them, Malmourral staged her own murder before openly revealing herself, effectively declaring herself the successor to the Senate, a humbled old woman who was long ago broken by the vicious politics of her homeworld.

Dathomir itself had paid a heavy price for Malmourral's vengeance, but in the years following, she has proven herself a capable and effective Senator, with the people of Dathomir none the wiser for her petty crusade. Those few that suspected her hand in such events either disappeared themselves, or remain wise enough not to speak openly of such things. The wrath of Malmourral is a terrifying thing, indeed.

Personality And Traits​

Ruthless in her cunning and disastrous in her wrath, Malmourral demonstrated a long-sighted approach towards all of her plans and schemes, favoring the longer game as opposed to a simpler, faster or easier victory. Known for laying down plans that could take decades to come to fruition, Malmourral was often seemingly slow to act, though exceedingly confident in her own abilities. As a result, she was known for being slow to forget, and rare to forgive - often those that she did pardon would continue to be wary of her, fearing that Malmourral was simply playing a longer game of vengeance - a paranoia that was not unsubstantiated. However, Malmourral's plans were carefully laid, and so often the rumors voiced against her, while accepted as somewhat common knowledge, could never be proven in such a way so as to incriminate the sorceress. Above all else, Malmourral valued self-preservation.

Despite this, Malmourral also demonstrated strong loyalty towards those who earned her respect, and her outwardly kindly demeanor would more often that not be genuine. Malmourral cared deeply for Dathomir and the long and colored history of the world, and while her schemes in the past caused great damage to the world, she would never truly risk the long-term prosperity of her homeworld. Malmourral was a matronly figure who demonstrated care for her people bordering on maternal love, and would react with terrible and devastating wrath to any who would truly threaten her people - especially her own personal Nightsisters. As a result, she wore every Dathomiri death heavily upon herself.

Malmourral was also prone to bouts of unquenchable curiosity, however. As her life led her away from Dathomir and onto the galactic stage, she would often pre-occupy herself with the issues and plights of seemingly mundane individuals, guiding them on their own personal journeys in ways only she seemed to be able to comprehend. Due to her Seer's abilities, it was often speculated that Malmourral could sense others strong in the Force and would gravitate towards them, even if only momentarily to guide them to their destinies. Naturally, the sorceress never did anything to dismiss these rumors, as they lent towards the mystery that revolved around her - an aspect of her public persona which she thoroughly seemed to enjoy.

Powers And Abilities​

As a trained practitioner of the Dathomiri arcane arts, Malmourral underwent the same Nightsister apprenticeship all of her kind were required to undertake. As such, aside from her considerable and broad knowledge of the various rituals, spells and incantations of her trade, she was also highly skilled in marksmanship and various martial combat skills. Despite her age, Malmourral was in exceptional physical condition, boasting fitness, flexibility, reflexes and strength of a woman in her absolute prime. The Force and latent Dathomiri magics suffused her entire being, keeping her in peak physical condition and defending her body against common illnesses.

She was also able to apply these powers to other ends. Extensively knowledgeable in Dathomiri magics, Malmourral was capable of conducting many strange and powerful rituals. Requiring a cadre of Nightsisters to assist her, these rituals could provide strange and unheard of results that defied logic and nature, with the ability to save, torment or destroy another life. Even without the aid of a ritual, Malmourral was capable of conjuring weapons from seemingly thin air, calling upon the elements, summoning raw magical energies and an assortment of other terrible powers if she so required. These powers could be amplified with the secret and mysterious Spirit Ichor of the Dathomiri - however, the magic was so infused into her being that Malmourral could cast spells capably without the need of such a reagent. Malmourral was also adept at moving objects with her mind to a considerable proficiency, harnessing both a finesse and a strength that was rarely matched.

ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ʙʏ: ʙᴇᴇ​

Lets do it we can be superhero buddies!

 

[Eccles]

Davik Lorso will be around next timeline as an exiled crimelord wandering the Galaxy for various reasons completely unrelated to combat. Other character ideas come and go, but Davik will be around for sure.

 

[Vepos Surge]

@Green Ranger
My character will be a Sith who escaped his bonds as a nightbrother under the matriarchy of the nightsisters. Could be interesting for our characters to meet up at some point considering the backstories we have.

 

[Chairdor]

Kalia Marn

NAME Kalia Aeri Marn AGE 19 FACTION - Indie​

Servant of the wind...

Where do the birds go when they fly away? I'd join them
but I'm heavy

I am Kalia Aeri of the Clan Marn. My people are of the screaming sky and crying stream. We are the colors of the flowers and the keepers of balance. Generations of our bones lie in peace that their small part of the Great Task has been completed. That ultimate goal, that never ending struggle. We hold up the sky so that we may look up at it and marvel in our wonder. We keep a gate we shall never open, yet we are more free than those unchained.

Feet planted we make solid steps. Across rocky paths towards the shy horizon our faces gleam with the ever coming sunrise. I am a piece of the tapestry, a leaf upon a mighty tree. While it is not my time, I feel myself being shaken by the winds of change. Swept up into something greater. I am confused and scared, but in my heart I find one small comfort.

I am a servant of the wind.

Darkness and storm...

There is always a story. To ward away the unknown. A legend who has gone before.
I am beyond the places of legend.
There is darkness here.

I am Kalia Aeri of the Clan Marn. My path is marred and charred. My way is the way of the willful and the strong. My fear is the wrong path. My fear is the darkness. I keep these thoughts inside. Like an angry hive they buzz wanting to be free. Alas, there are no flowers for them to find. Only the dark and the storm. Behind me is the familiar and the safe. Behind me is failure and shame. A word compels me forward.

Exile.

Alone aside from one companion. He is my friend. So long as I have oats. It is a fitting arrangement. His name is Chestnut. We walk together. Two feet, four hoofs. Our tale is told in the beats of our stride. It is a story of forward or backward, depending on your point of view. For me it is forward. For everyone it is forward. Where I go, I go with the winds favor.

I hope.

Deep roots and wise words...

I am Kalia Aeri of the Clan Marn. I walk under giants unspeaking. They have no histories, no legends, no wars. They are shade and cool and safe. Their hair is lavender and their familial roots deep and strong. I think of my own roots weak and ever sifting. I see so much and absorb so little. Yet I have not found it.

That elusive...

It holds tight to the darkness, that place I cannot see and fear to go into. It mocks me. Chestnut is little comfort. I am almost out of oats. Forward is the new and in lands untouched I might make my roots. Whatever my fate the wind still rages. The sails of my soul are full and ever is the horizon.

Onward.

A story of four steps

I am Kalia Aeri of the Clan Marn. I have found a new companion. I ran out of oats. We walk together for a time. When that ends I am not certain. For once the winds are calm and I can stop. Still, I shall not rest. In the deep of the green I find the buildings their air thick and ancient. I feel the heat of fevered breaths issuing orders of finality, the sudden bursts of screams, the quiet of death. This is a place of mystery, quiet yet never at peace. Some bits of the ancients still linger among the ruins

bones within bones.

Where do I go now. Away. Such a faraway place, but that is where I am called. I feel my roots shriveling and my lust growing. I understand now that the stuff of legend is not a gift it is an affliction. A curse. I hold this burden dear like a child so that it may grow. To protect me. To carry my legacy. Or to consume me. Whatever my fate holds it is as untamable as the wind.

So I chase the horizon
unknown in my intentions
knowing if I ever caught it
I'd have no use for it.

ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ʙʏ: ʙᴇᴇ​

 

[The Kyzer]

Snip

I like it.

 

[The Afterman]

Something I've been working on. Won't be a complete character until more details about the new timeline come out, but here's the WIP that I intend to finish:

Kobane Wrett

NAME: Kobane Wrett
FACTION: Independent
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Thirty-one
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 180 lbs
EYES: Steel blue
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Sun-kissed
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Bears a jagged scar along the left forearm, small scar on upper lip
FORCE SENSITIVE: No

STRENGTH: Kobane is fairly strong, due to the physical demands of his profession, capable of lifting at least twice his bodily weight.
DEXTERITY: Bearing a rather lithe physique, Kobane is exceptionally agile, capable of maneuvering fluidly in combat situations, and is quite swift-footed.
CONSTITUTION: Valuing his survival, Kobane retains impressive physical condition, due to the demanding nature of his job.
INTELLIGENCE: Having learned quite a bit in his tenure in life, Kobane has attained an above-average intellect, possessing a rather broad array of knowledge, as well as being able to tackle problems at different angles.
WISDOM: Life's experiences have taught Kobane several things, giving him greater perspective on all of life's situations.
CHARISMA: Hardened by the events that have transpired in his life, Kobane prefers to rely on intimidation and fear rather than charm and wit to try to influence others, especially those he sees as being easier to manipulate.

PERSONALITY:

Kobane is easily described as a hardened, brooding individual, influenced by a life of rigor and strife. He isn't an easily-trusting person, and all reason for joyousness left his life some years ago. Any semblance of his former self vanished, replaced by the man he is today. Ruthless to a fault, Kobane stops at nothing to see a job through, -especially when the acquisition is of the especially heinous variety- and there's no telling what's to become of the target once the hunter settles his claws into them. Quiet and contemplative, Kobane isn't one to idly socialize, tending to only speak to make a point, or acquire necessary information. Otherwise, he prefers to let his blaster speak for him.​

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All other information will have to wait until we know more about the story/lore of the new timeline, which I am eager to get started in! Until then, this is what I have for Kobane at the moment; a solitary, brooding bounty hunter with a particular grudge against nefarious individuals.

I can't wait to toss him into the fray and weave many interesting tales with you guys!

 

[Mr.BossMan]

This is what I got so far, a massive work in progress but I'm gonna post it here all the same. Me @Benvenu7 @Lav Savak are all planning on doing a similar background. Raised in this brutal society to be the perfect killer, serving an Organization of mysterious motivations.

Anyways back to my character....

"Long, and hard, is the road that out of hell, leads up to light."​

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NAME: Anthoni
GENDER: Male
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 18
EYES: Sharp Grey
SKIN:Caucasian
HAIR: Dark Brown
HEIGHT: 6'0
WEIGHT: 176 lbs
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: None
FACTION: Independent
FORCE SENSITIVE: Darkside
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APPEARENCE​

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PERSONALITY​

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SSTRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES​

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BACKGROUND​

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It's a strange feeling when you are not sure if something is a memory or a dream. Almost as if you believe it's true but just by believing you are convincing yourself that it is in fact false. This is the feeling I get when I think of my mother. Sometimes before I close my eyes to enter sleep I find myself thinking about her. What her name was, how she smelled, what her laugh sounded like, if she ever loved me. As I visit these childish thoughts I constantly find myself seeing her face in my minds eye.

Her beautiful smile revealing white teeth. Her long dark hair the same color as mine. My eyes on her face, her pale smooth skin. Those are the nights I go to sleep with good dreams. But when I wake I always question myself. Is that a memory or just my imagination? The truth is I will never know, but I am almost certain it is just my imagination. Something I want and yet I can not have.

The reality is I have never known my mother, or father for that matter. Their names are lost to me, as well as their faces. I was abducted as an Infant, most likely a newborn, but I have no way of knowing this for certain. I do know however that I was raised in a crib, by a common service droid. This droid was nameless and has been my droid for a very long time, ever since I could remember actually, and I call him Darvo.

You see I was never given a childhood like everyone else. It was robbed from me, replaced by something far more sinister. I and a hundred others my age where experiments, test, being molded into something we were not. Killers, warriors, assassins, spies, anything that could serve a purpose for our masters.

Our lives were not our own since the moment we could walk and talk. When I was five I started school. It was only me and I was taught by the same instructor with out fail. I still remember her to this day, her name was Jaina. She was old, with long white hair. Her back was slightly arched and the woman was colder then Hoth. But she literally taught me everything I know, or well just about everything.

We started with mannerisms. Simple etiquette, how to sit right at a table, how to dress properly and how to speak properly. Then we moved on to basic schooling, Math, the sciences, reading and writing. At the time I never knew why I learned these things, they never seemed important to me. I do, however, remember being reluctant to learn, or at the very least hard headed. I was a rebel child when growing up. But every action has it's consequence.

Every time I misspoke, every time I didn't sit up straight at a table, or did an incorrect mannerism, Jaina would hit me. The women may be old, but she was as fast as a Dathomirian pit viper. Her strikes would come sudden and hard against my young flesh. So after awhile, I learned to act right. The young rebel I once was, was quickly and effectively broken. Instead he was replaced by a very Simple, plain and straightforward teen.

On my thirteenth Nameday I was released from my room. Woken up early and I saw a man I have never seen before. There was no Jaina, which was a shock in and of it'self. I followed the man as I was ordered and we walked for some time. Still to this day I remember that feeling I felt. My mind was racing with thoughts, my heart beat so hard in my chest I felt it's constant thudding. A smile crossed my lips as I went down the long bland hallways.

I knew I was on a ship, that much was certain. But what surprised me the most was when I entered a large room. And by large I mean massive, huge, enormous, gigantic. The floor was made of stainless metal, and I could see my young self in it's reflection. There were five large rectangular tables in the room and my jaw dropped as I saw kids sitting down.

Their must have been a hundred of them, each one staring into me. The man behind me nudged me forward then he did not move at all. He was silent and stared straight ahead. So I walked forward, each step a heavier burden then the one before. I never saw these kids before in my whole life and yet there I was walking to them as they watched.

Soon however I reached the table and let out a silent exhale. I sat down and none of us spoke to one another, not a single word was said. Then as if to break the very silence that was holding us back, a loud boom shook the room. Every single kid in that room looked over to where the sound came from.

Then we all looked at a single man. He was old, very old, and he needed a cane to support him. The man walked to a platform and began to speak, surprisingly his voice was loud and I knew we all could hear it fine.

I don't remember the whole speech the man gave. But basically he told us our lives would change forever.

And the man was telling the truth.

Almost instantly after the old man finished speaking. Whistles started to blow, then each and every one of us kids were filed away. They made lines of around twenty people then herded us away like cattle. Our training began and at the time I did not know it had.

I was in a class of twenty people. Each and every one of us were strangers, but within a few hours we were instructed to remember each persons name. Still to this day I remember each person in my class, I can name each one and when I close my eyes I can still see their faces.

-Layout help by EmilyHuene-​

 

[Painus]

Here is what I have so far. Young-ish, recently-advanced Jedi Knight ex-slave still struggling with controlling his emotions and whatnot. Lets me play around with potential corruption or salvation, should the RP end up that way.

 

[Oreus]

Here is what I have so far. Young-ish, recently-advanced Jedi Knight ex-slave still struggling with controlling his emotions and whatnot. Lets me play around with potential corruption or salvation, should the RP end up that way.

Anakin?

 

[Painus]

Anakin?

... I didn't even think of that.

Damn you, Hayden Christensen.

 

[Pernicious]

Thoughts? I know its pretty limited.

THE HOLOGRAPHER​

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SBZ FILE #001940
REGISTRY INFO
[FULL NAME]​ 8L4K-E [ALIAS]​ BLAKE [ASSEMBLY DATE]​ TBD DUE TO NEW TIMELINE [DESIGNATION]​ COMBAT HOLOGRAPHER [FACTION]​ SACRED BAND OF ZOIST [VOCAL ID]​ EXAMPLE

______[GENDER]​

______[HEIGHT]​

______[WEIGHT]​

______[HAIR COLOR]​

______[VISOR COLOR]​

[td][/td] [td][/td] [td][/td] [td][/td] [tr][td]MALE PROGRAMMING[/td][td]1.8 m[/td][td]125 kg[/td][td]N/A[/td][td]GRAY TINT[/td][/tr]

___[CURRENT LOCATION]​

___[STATUS]​

___[FORCE SENSITIVITY]​

___[THREAT ASSESSMENT]​

[td][/td] [td][/td] [td][/td] [tr][td]ZOIST[/td][td]ACTIVE[/td][td]N/A[/td][td]MED[/td][/tr]

[SUBJECT SUMMARY]
The basis of 8L4K-E's programming is open source and common among custom droid enthusiasts, aimed towards those who wished to create something resembling a librarian droid. Storage of data and information were some of the few primary protocols of such droids, as well as the lightning fast retrieval of information, no matter how deep in its memory it must search. With the rise of data-file torrent use among the shadier elements of galactic society, droid programming sources with modifications ranging from minor to nearly unrecognizable became commonplace. It is from those depths of the droid programming underbelly that 8L4K-E arose.

Nicknamed 'Blake' by SBZ war-fighters, it served as a combat holographer. Blake's primary function was to observe skirmishes with Border Alliance forces in order to produce propaganda holovids to distribute among the few living under Sith rule, in addition to gathering first-hand intelligence on the battlefield. Unlike many traditional combat holographers used by the Border Alliance, Blake is always armed and has secondary programming as a battle droid.



[PSYCHOLOGICAL SUMMARY]
This will progress as things move along.

[ASSETS]

• SUBREPEATING BLASTER "TINY"
• IR TELESCOPE