Dawn of the Republic Character Showcase

[Gamov]

"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.​

@Green Ranger

I'm picking up a distinct Flemeth/Morrigan vibe between Malmourral and this character. Was that intentional, or am I reaching?

 

[EmilyHuene]

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Clara Lighthawk
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My character Clara will be a Sith who was born from a family of Jedi. She is a true rebel and hates her father for not teaching her the ways of the Force like he knew. As it turns out, her father had once been a Sith. He was afraid the Dark side would call to her like it did him and he tried to keep her safe. But all his protection merely pushed her away and she became one anyway. Clara has no sense of right and wrong and her sadistic tendencies give her a very powerful personality. She doesn't make friends easily and has no hesitation when it comes to hurting others or ending lives.

In her first part of her bio, she was sent to an all girl's school. Her father thought he could raise her to be "A Real Lady" and all the discipline only made her hatred stronger. She began to cut herself, loving the sensation of cold steel and warm blood. When the school found out they tried to have her evaluated by a shrink and she bit him. When she finally escaped the school, and fled on her own, she got herself a sword and used it to cut down anyone who came after her. Rather than using a lightsaber, I'm going to have her use an actual katana. Something resistant to light sabers of course. And to make her even more evil, she uses it because she likes the way it feels when she hacks off someone's arm rather than how it would cut with a saber. In one circumstance I have her cleaning her blade with her tongue, giving her the nickname The Vampiric Princess.

I'm going to play her as basically a teen in her rebellion years just living off her wealth, doing crazy things, and getting herself into a lot of trouble. She has a huge power complex and believes with her power she can take whatever she wants without consequences, which goes back to the getting into trouble part.

 

[DangerousTinkerer]

Here is my main character I am working on. Mostly complete but still working out the details. Feedback welcomed and encouraged.


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Val'Tali Kuyon ​

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[/fancybox2]FULL NAME: --- Val'Tali Ashi Kuyon
AGE: --- 26
SPECIES: --- Human
FORCE SENSITIVE: --- No
HOME WORLD: ---

HEIGHT: --- 5 ft. 8 in.
WEIGHT: --- 142 lbs.

EYE COLOR: --- Emerald
HAIR COLOR: --- Natural Red with highlights
SKIN COLOR: --- Fair / slightly tanned
MARKINGS: --- Lost most of her right arm that was replaced with a unique mechanical arm made by a few within her community.

FACTION: --- Independent
RANK: --- N/A


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Caring, protective, unwavering, optimistic and occasional reckless. Val'Tali learned from an early age that no one can keep you from being who you want. She spend the weekends out with her father on the sea or river working nets and lines to get fish for the community and to sell. Here she learned the value of nature and the protection it needed to ensure it survived into the future. This understanding to care and protect expanded to include those she held close, leading her to do what she could to help them. She became focused when out with her father and would not stop trying until to achieve what she drove for. The time out on the water taught her to be patient but it was never fully was accepted, leading to occasional recklessness when days got boring on the water.

The values of caring and protection were also taught to her by her mother who was the doctor for their community and the few neighboring ones. Apprenticed under her mother, she learned the way her mother protected and cared for the people around her. Her understanding of care and protection lead her to putting the well being of others before her own safety. She enjoyed helping her mom take care of people and would assist with distracting children. She could always be spontaneous to get a kid to relax and calm down.

She enjoys dancing and would spend much of her free time doing so leading to a great deal of dexterity and flexibility. This added with her balance from working on the boat caused her to get into trouble when out explore the landscape. She would push where she could go but always watchful of the others with her. The accident that caused the loss of her arm didn’t slow her down but made her more observant, as well as to learn how to repair the new arm.

Even with the tough and rugged outer walls that will threaten you in a heartbeat if you mistreat her or mess with her, she has a hidden inner self completely different. She consistently stretches to ensure her flexibility for dance never goes away for that will always be a joy of hers that she always tries to find time for. When the time arrives and she feels comfortable with who is around, she can’t hide her inner self that enjoys to dress up on occasions.
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[Aleksandr]

This is still in progress. TheStarWarsRP's first Mustafarian PC.

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FULL NAME: Taro Korvin
CURRENT AGE: 35
SPECIES: Mustafarian
SEX: Male
PARENTS: Unknown
SIBLINGS: None
CHILDREN: None
SPOUSE(S): None


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EYE COLOR: Green
HAIR COLOR: None
HAIR LENGTH: N/A
SKIN COLOR: Grey
APPROXIMATE HEIGHT: 1.86 meters
APPROXIMATE WEIGHT: 67 kilograms
MARKINGS: None
BUILD: Thin
OTHER NOTABLE FEATURES: Insect-like head and features


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AFFILIATION: Czerka Corporation -- Special Executive, Mensix Corp -- Droid Specialist (former)

PERSONALITY TRAITS
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BIOGRAPHY:

Hailing from Mustafar, Taro Korvin was born in the volcanic planet's southern wastes, being a Southern Mustafarian -- the thinner and nimbler brothers of the heavyset Northern Mustafarians. Like most members of his species, he spent his youth working in the lava fields to extract ore from his homeworld. However, during that time, he developed an interest in droids of all kinds, and began to train as a droid technician, of which there were precious few on Mustafar. Taro ended up getting training from some of the volcanic world's only droid techs, and was hired by Mensix Corp -- the largest company on Mustafar -- as a droid specialist. He worked on that job for several years, going from facility to facility, where he repaired and helped build droids.

However, he realized that there were far more advanced droid models out in the great galaxy, and more opportunity to work on them. So he applied for a transfer to Mensix Corp's offices on Chandrila, where he served as an assistant to the head of the organization's supply and procurement department. It was there that he got involved in projects in constructing advanced droid models, and he was noticed by the Czerka Corporation for his advances. He initially only made droid models with benign intentions, such as mining and agricultural droids, but ended up also working on designing security droids. Several of latter were noticed by Czerka.

They offered him a post with their company as a Special Executive, with higher pay than what he got from Mensix Corp, and the promise that he would get to have a much larger workshop as well as access to some of the best droid technology in the galaxy. Taro accepted their invitation and left Mensix Corp behind, joining Czerka as their chief droid specialist within their Research and Development Department.


MIDICHLORIAN COUNT: Unknown, but too low to be Force-sensitive
BLOOD TYPE: Unknown
AFFLICTIONS: None
CRIMINAL RECORD: None
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
QUALIFICATIONS: Former Droid Specialist of Mensix Corp
LANGUAGES: Mustafarian and Basic
KNOWN SKILLS:

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Spoiler: Roleplays

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GEAR:

-Metal survival gear
-Credit chips (1000)
-Blaster Pistol
-Translator mouthpiece
-Datapad

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[Tristyn]

Rastafarian :D

 

[Green Ranger]

@Green Ranger

I'm picking up a distinct Flemeth/Morrigan vibe between Malmourral and this character. Was that intentional, or am I reaching?

It's not something I actively or intentionally did,but I can definately see how you'd make the connection. I might play up that angle a bit more now, actually. >.>

 

[Gamov]

It's not something I actively or intentionally did,but I can definately see how you'd make the connection. I might play up that angle a bit more now, actually. >.>

Nice. I look forward to seeing how these two develop.

I'm a hopeless DA fan and Morrigan is my personal favorite of the series. Haha.

 

[Rivermoon]

I am a DA fan as well. I am actually re-playing DA with the DLC packs for the 360. I still yet to play DA Inquisition, however I do own the game.

I am going to wait on making a character since with the Dawn of the Republic will starting next month. I started a backstory. I am going to be playing a female Nautolan who will be force sensitive. Been a small dream of mine to actually properly play female Nautolan Jedi. Do I have to join a faction first or can I roleplay her doing other stuff and then eventually getting into the Jedi order?

 

[Dakota]

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NAME: L'hannas Khaldun Xaar.
ALIAS: Tave Tenoti, translated as 'The Unknown' from the ancient Sith Language into Galactic Basic.
FACTION: The Sith Order.
AGE: Late thirties, early forties.
RANK: Unknown.
SPECIALIZATION: Sith sorcery, force affinity.
FORCE PRESENCE: Heavily darksided.
GENDER: Male.
SPECIES: Humanoid subspecies.
HOMEWORLD: Korriban.
HEIGHT: Six feet, four inches.
WEIGHT: 146 pounds.
BUILD: Somewhat frail. Years of his dedication to the Dark Side have marred his body, making him considerably less physically capable than his peers.
EYE COLOR: Luminescent orange.
HAIR: A fading black, worn below his shoulders.

FOUR TEMPERAMENTS: Choleric-Melancholic.
12 COMMON ARCHETYPES: The Ruler, The Sage.
MEYERS-BRIGS SPECIFICATION: INTJ, the Mastermind.
ALIGNMENT CHART: Chaotic Evil.
PRIMARY ARCHETYPE: The Dark Side of the Force.
SECONDARY ARCHETYPE: Manipulation and propaganda.
TERTIARY ARCHETYPE : Sith Sword/Saberstaff combat.

COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE: Very few have seen L'hannas' face without facing the sting of his blade. An ancient Sith cloak hangs from his body in tatters, shrouding it in eternal darkness. His robes hang just far enough that they also cover his feet, making him appear to glide like a wraith across the ground whenever he walks. Upon this shroud of darkness, there can be seen only two objects that stick out from the rest. The first is his saberstaff hilt, an elegant weapon that he keeps merely for personal protection. His main weapon, however, remains slung upon his right hip. Known colloquailly as the Zarchas Wo, or the Ancient One in the Sith language, L'hannas' sith sword has been tempered by the ancient processes of sith alchemy and now radiates a sickly, dark energy. The blade itself, immune to both lightsabers and blaster fire, serves as the Sith's primary weapon for a reason. As he describes it, he chose the sword for the significance it has for his culture. Death by a lightsaber is painless. The wounds cauterize. The sword, however, leaves a bloody mess behind. For him, combat is a ceremonial exercise, something he takes rather seriously considering how he detests actually having to use his sword. In comparison to his saberstaff, the sword reacts far better, given that it has been imbued with the Dark Side. He does keep both on hand, just in case. The only parts of his body visable from his cloak are his hands, which have since been maimed and destroyed through his research into sorcery and alchemy.

PERSONALITY AND SOCIAL COMPORTMENT: Little can be said of how L'hannas comports himself among his fellow Sith, as he often prefers to keep to himself. Words, in his mind, are the most powerful weapon of all. For this reason, he often thinks very carefuly over anything he says. Sinister, cunning and manipulative, he will do just about anything to bend a target to his will completely. He often makes a game of 'converting' stray Jedi to the Dark Side, only to kill them just as they thought they'd achieved true redemption. This treatment is not reserved for the Jedi, also. While he's known to manipulate others into doing his dirty work for him, he also has a strange habit of eliminating other Sith whom he feels to be straying from the true path...those who threaten to further break the Order from the inside. In the chaos and disarray caused by the Sith's defeat, he found the perfect opportunity. As the Sith began the rebuilding process, he presented himself to those he felt had the most influence; those who could be easily manipulated. For years, he wormed his way through the Order, spreading the seeds of deceit in order to serve his own agenda. He's found his home in this stage, in a prime position to shape the future of the Sith through manipulation and propaganda.

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: Among the most intelligent the resurgent Sith Order has at its disposal, L'hannas' manipulative acumen has proven incredibly useful when it comes to analyzing his opponents. Incapable of overpowering enemies through sheer strength and force alone, he combines his talents for manipulation as well as his potency within the Force to create a hybrid style of fighting that strays from traditional Sith norms. Many detest this approach, for they feel it betrays the very tenets of the Sith to use intelligence over passion. He disagrees, arguing that exploiting weakness is exactly what the Sith do to survive on a daily basis. To compensate for his lack of physical strength, his potency in the force is well above average; a natural attunement that allows him to capably understand and perform feats of Sith sorcery and alchemy. This, however, remains his most easily exploitable weakness. Through years of studying the Dark Side's lurid secrets, his body has become somewhat frail. In any situation where it would rely on sheer force and knowledge of lightsaber combat alone, he would be left at a distinct disadvantage. He also avoids any personal or professional relationships, except for those he feel can be exploited for his own personal gain.

INVENTORY: Ancient Sith cloak, traditional armor worn beneath, a self constructed Saberstaff with (red crystals), his Sith Sword, personal recordings that will one day be entered into a series of holocrons.

KNOWN LANGUAGES: Galactic Basic, Sith, Huttese.

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"Shadows, the best friend of Man. Shadows conceal all. Every inadequacy, every misstep. The strings that bind him; to his masters, to his world, to his body. Man can only be saved, be offered absolution, through his embrace of this darkness and shadow. The Dark Side is cruel and unforgiving. You know this. It kills those too weak to wield it, and twists the minds of those all too willing to delve into its ethereal power. Those with a mind not equipped to commune with the spirits will be driven insane. But those capable of understanding the shadow, of bending the shadow to their will, become true leaders of Men. To master these shadows takes centuries of work and practice, as well as a keen and sharp mind. This is proves to be the downfall of many Sith. They allow themselves to believe that they are better than their counterparts. They allow themselves to believe that the Dark Side is their slave. They are wrong. This fallacy, young Sith, is your most accurate weapon. Your sharpest blade, one that is to be buried deep within the spines of your enemies as their usefulness wanes to nothing. Take hold of the strings and you will become the ruler of Men, a nexus of an ancient power most beings, your fellow Sith included, only dream of harnessing themselves. But even now, you must be cautious. To be a Sith is to open yourself to the same treatment. All Sith are targets in the eyes of others. Any show of power will be met with an equal display of retaliation. Any show of weakness will be met with the swift, dreadful swipe of the blade. That is why the shadows are so valuable. It takes a Man of incredible restraint to humble himself at his inferiors. That is what you must do. Allow the Warriors to believe that they control your fate as you twitch your finger, coercing their minds and forcing their blade on another whom they deem more 'worthy'. Befriend the shadows, and they will accept you. Reject them, and they will do the same. This is your key to survival. Utilize it, or be stricken down. The choice is yours." —L'hannas Xaar, instructing a young Sith on Korriban.

At the height of their power, the ancient Sith Lords waged devastating wars against all who dared stand in their way. Their eternal enemies, the Jedi Order, proved a serviceable challenge, aided by the forces of the Republic. It was into these waning years of the wars between the Jedi and Sith that L'hannas was brought into the world, an illegitimate child caught in the midst of his parents' nomadic lifestyle. What little remained of Clan Xaar during the end of the Darkness, namely his parents and two uncles, did little to raise the boy in life. Much of their time was spent off world, in a desperate struggle against the Jedi scourge. Nobody, not even the enlightened Lords of the Sith, could've foreseen the Empire's downfall. Blinded by arrogance and their crude lust for power, the ancient Sith pushed themselves too far, spread themselves too wide. As the combined forces of the Republic and the Jedi began eliminating larger swaths of the Sith war machine, Clan Xaar drew a line in the sand. They handed the boy off. In the midst of an ongoing war, he would be nothing but a liability. Days passed. Accompanied by the rest of the living Sith, L'hannas was transported to the Order's final resting place; Korriban. The days grew longer. Simultaneously burdened and empowered by the nexus of darkside energy that flowed from beneath the immortal sands, the young one's heart stopped for mere seconds; lives had been erased. As the rest of the Sith returned from their horrendous defeat at the hands of the Republic, the news reached the sister moon of Korriban from the land of the dead that orbit above. Only his uncle's corpse had been recovered. The others, as rumors from fellow combatants suggest, had been lost to the environment. Dead, at the blade of the Jedi. He knew very little of his parents, a byproduct of their nomadic travels across the galaxy as members of the glorious Sith Empire. But with no mentors left to guide him, he had no other option.

Alone on the Great Temple of Korriban, L'hannas sat in quiet meditation as the voice of his long estranged uncle moaned from above. His body had been interred on the great world of the dead, the world that orbited Korriban from the sky above. His spirit, restless and disturbed, served as the boy's mentor as he aged into maturity. His family had always been peculiarly attuned to the dark side, a potency that radiated from his deceased uncle's voice even in death, even from the world hovering above his own. Noticing his own physical weaknesses, a result of his rigorous training with the Force, the young L'hannas compensated through other means. At a young age, he adopted the use of an ancient Sith cloak rather than the form fitting robes and armor that many of the Sith had found themselves wearing. While others had great pride in their appearance, his was was almost completely unknown. His face remained shrouded in ethereal darkness, a shadow that would not lift even in the brightest of light. Very few could claim to have ever seen his face. Those who did likely perished, but not by his own hand. He learned early that taking a life in the Order was equal to putting oneself beneath the blade for execution if he were to be caught. His life was lived hidden by the shadows, goaded by his mentor's ghostly teachings. Thus his talent for manipulation was revealed to the world, as he exploited the fears and weaknesses of his fellows in order to turn them against one another. His secretive demeanor and the aura of mystery and dread that surrounds his presence soon earned him a nickname among his fellow sith; Tave Tenoti, The Unknown in the ancient Sith language. In the wake of their devastating defeat at the hands of the Jedi, a great number of Sith dedicated their time to their lightsabers. The pain of defeat had only bolstered their passion and bloodlust. L'hannas, however, played the puppetmaster. The sorcerer toyed with his foes, using their darkest fears and their deepest insecurities to twist their minds. Sinister and conniving, his tactics grew ever more subtle. His hatred and passion drew upon his hatred for the Jedi. Not for their slaying of his kin, but rather their opposing worldview. It was the ancient tradition of Clan Xaar to be a dedicated student of the Dark Side, and the Dark Side alone. Those who strayed from that path, those who sought redemption or absolution in the light, were seen as the traitors they truly were. And soon, they were purged.

Trained by the apparition that lay dormant in the land of the dead, he was confronted with the grim reality, and a choice. Rumors had been spreading within local circles about the grand Sith reformation. The Lords of the Sith, now in contact with a small band of criminals and like minded degenerates on the ice world of Ziost, had begun mounting their forces, sending small ships and spies out into nearby systems in order to gain the upper hand on their Republic opposition. The Force had branched his path, leaving only two distinct options in its wake. L'hannas could fall in line with his brethren, or he could continue tugging at the strings. Both would likely end in the same way. But all had noticed well in advance that the warriors way was not meant for he, a fledgling arcanist. Capable in a fight as he may be, his fighting style was highly dependent on his connection to the Dark Side and, as strong as that connection may be, it was a blade that required further sharpening. But if he could extend his influence outward, he could mold the new Order in his own vision. He could grow his ideology, nurture it as a parasite within the ego's of the Sith Lords. As they roused the attention of their people with rousing speech, he merely watched from behind, fingers steeped within the depths of his robes. From here, he would shape his true destiny through his words.

For now, he merely nodded.

OOC: Tons of substantial edits on the way as more information about the timeline is revealed. I may change the story, may not, depends on what we learn.

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ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ʙʏ: ʙᴇᴇ​

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[Rivermoon]

So far this what I have for my backstory. Looking for feedback and pointers. Being told from a first person point of view. I am not sure what planet yet I want her to be on from the second paragraph yet.

Hrm... what tell of my past life? I guess I don't really give it much thought anymore. What does it matter to anyone? It's not like it is going to make a difference in my current situtation. I suppose if anyone receives this holorecording, they can do what the hell they want with it. Alright here goes, my backstory. First off my parents were barely around. They were travelers and there was a time where my sister pleaded and begged to go with them. They turned her down. I didn't want to say anything. I would glare at them and wonder if they even cared for us. Did I hate them? No, I suppose not. However, I barely refered to them as my parents. They are just people that gave birth to me and my sister. A year has passed of my youth and my parents never made their every several months visit. They must got caught up to whatever it is their doing. My sister wanted to go off and find them. My aunts put a stop that, but I knew my sister better. She snuck off with some tourists and bribed them to go them during the sleeping hours. That was the last time I saw my sister. To where she is, I have no idea.

To anyone that was curious of what I was doing the whole time my parents where away and my sister worried for our parents. If I wasn't swimming around the home and venturing off in exploration, I was finding meaningless items in ruins of Glee Anslem. My thought, every item has a story. What is that story and how did that story came to be? I suppose you can say as a child my thrist for knowledge was endless and curiousity always had ways of sneaking up on me. I knew nothing of Jedi and Sith trinkets. My home world was limited on anything useful for research. I could have pestered the tourists but other aliens make me nervous, especially when they carried weapons. I stayed cleared of them and stayed cleared mostly of my own kind. I suppose my reason isn't really justifed. Perhaps they wouldn't understand me well enough. My aunts would question me of the items I would bring home. My answers usually ended up me stating it seemed interesting in some form of wording. When my sister left, I put a halt on my curiousity for the meaningless items. A thought washed over me, I want to leave in search other items on other worlds.The thought their secrects thrilled me and I wanted that thrill more than anything at the time. What drew me I had no idea and still lays in mystery to me. I grew to boredom of what Glee Anslem had laying around. Two years passed at this time of my discovery of boredom. A tourist ship was my ticket away. However I ended up sneaking off on a trader's ship. The passengers allowed me to remain after explaining a lie my parents sent for me and I needed a ride.

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

My own character, Djura Volfe, is coming along quite well. Being able to break away from the normal and traditional jedi mentor was fun. :p Hopefully, it gets a pass.

http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/djura-volfe-dawn-of-the-republic-wip.63198/

 

[Marf]

@Rivermoon

I like that! I'm a fan of wandering characters without any real sense of place or direction, it's what I'm going for with my Sith, Andromeda. She's a Sith in name and career, but still just a confused young misfit who wants to explore the galaxy. Is your face-claim Ria from SWTOR? I always loved that little quest.

 

[Rivermoon]

@Rivermoon

I like that! I'm a fan of wandering characters without any real sense of place or direction, it's what I'm going for with my Sith, Andromeda. She's a Sith in name and career, but still just a confused young misfit who wants to explore the galaxy. Is your face-claim Ria from SWTOR? I always loved that little quest.

I think so. Been a while since I played ToR.

 

[Zay]

MATHIS AERON​

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BASIC INFORMATION
[FULL NAME]​ Mathis Aeron [ALIAS]​ N/A [DATE OF BIRTH]​ DOB HERE [SPECIES]​ Human [FACTION]​ Independant [RANK]​ Freelancer

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Male	1.83 m	81.65 kg	Dark Brown	Green

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Unknown	Alive	Deny	MED

Personality

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Lone Wolf//The Tranquil Fury//Properly Paranoid//He Who Fights Monsters​

Trained from childhood to carry on the mantle of his family, Mathis Aeron, is man that was trained from the moment he could walk to hunt and capture any quarry that is placed in his sights. As a child he was trained by his father in the art of trapping. This training included wilderness survival, hand to hand combat, body desensitization, critical thinking, problem solving, and the use and application of various tools commonly used by his family's hunting style.

On a hunt, Mathis is meticulous in his examination of every detail involving the target. His attitude becomes obsessive as if nothing else in the universe matters. Preparation is a large part of Mathis's style of hunting. The hunter takes his time when it comes to the capture of his prey. Mathis is an analytical thinker who thrives on situations where thinking several ahead of a opponent is required. While ruthlessly effective in the field this mental capacity is limited when engaging in social situations.

With a mind so steeped in analytical thought, Mathis, tends to struggle in organic social situations. The problem itself stems from his inability to connect to someone who isn't part of an objective. In his mind if someone isn't crucial to the task at hand they don't matter and thus mean nothing. Luckily his father noticed the unique way his son though and made the necessary precautions to prepare him for his line of work. Mathis has the ability to mirror appropriate social queues due to extensive acting lessons taught by his grandfather. These lessons have been invaluable to Mathis, turning one of his greatest weaknesses into a strength.

Contrary to his natural awkwardness, Mathis is a handsome human who enjoys playing the role of suave smuggler. This cover story keeps his true self a step away from the game at all times and adds a level of subterfuge to his hunts that tend to leave the captured party confused and bewildered. Generally, Mathis will adopt a lilt to his pleasant baritone voice adding a cocksure expression to his face in order to maximize his appearance. When combined his voice, smile and general bluster are enough to lure most into a relaxed state. Add the trained charisma of a politician running for office to the mix and few beings ever have a chance to realize they're being swindled before the trap springs.

Even with all his masks at the end of the day, Mathis, is a damaged human being whose only purpose in the universe is to be good at his job. His desire to be challenged during a hunt is constantly increasing and if he can't find a mission or hunt that will provide the appropriate amount of stimulation he plunges into a depression that leads to heavy drug abuse. This self-destructive behavior is critical flaw in his father's design. When Mathis isn't challenged intellectually he gets an overwhelming anxiousness that stems from years of physical and mental abuse. Various side-effects that are caused by the anxiety range from mood swings to severe and near suicidal depression, so, in order to cull these emotional scars he covers them with any chemical stimulant he can get his hands on.

Mathis believes himself to be a monster that hunts monsters. He constantly stares into the void and it stares right back. His innermost desire is to one day be free of the monster that's thrived on his fears and anxiety his entire life, but as for now he settles for the strongest dose of glitterstim he can find.
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ISBN Portion of this Profile was designed by Bee​

I think this is going to be my Main for next timeline. I'm really looking forward to stretching his legs soon. If anyone is interested in him let me know I'd be happy to discuss possible arcs.

I'm also loving everything everyone is doing. So Hyped for next timeline!!!!!

 

[Tsunami]

@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.

Feel like we could have quite a good roleplay going on if I managed to get my Sith up and running! He is a Grade A psychopath, someone who if there was a dictionary database in swrp and you looked up the word evil, his name would be there as a description haha.

Personally I love the idea of Jedi that act on the border of good and evil!

How do people seem to make these amazing borders and frames for their bios? I get so jelly looking at them when mines so sucky!

 

[Nor'baal]

Here are my characters, firstly of course my Senator Tan Prestor, and his estranged Bounty Hunter Brother Krill Prestor. Then finally the forthcoming CEO of Czerka, Voren Makr. All of them need work still!

 

[The Captain]

I've made some alterations to Levan Falk, found here: http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/for-the-dotr-random-stuff-this-is.63204/

 

[Lubbies]

I've laid down the basis of my two characters, I'm going to continue to work on their bios until the start of the next timeline. Val Rho will be my main focus for DotR so I'm going to work on his backstory more extensively than my senator who will just be there for some side-story.

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[fancybox4="http://imgur.com/3wfW5uv.jpg"]Val Rho[/fancybox4]



[fancybox2]BASIC INFORMATION[/fancybox2]
FULL NAME: Val Rho
ALTERNATE NAMES:

• Val

CURRENT AGE: 22
SPECIES: Nautolan
SEX: Male
PARENTS:
- Father: Teer Rho
- Mother: Illo Rho
SIBLINGS: None
CHILDREN: 0
SPOUSE(S): 0

AFFILIATION: Galactic Republic
RANK: Smuggler

[fancybox2]APPEARANCE[/fancybox2]

EYE COLOR: Black
HAIR COLOR: None
HAIR LENGTH: none
SKIN COLOR: Green
APPROXIMATE HEIGHT: 1.8 metres
APPROXIMATE WEIGHT: 70 kg
MARKINGS: Claw scar on the right side of his torso
BUILD: Lean but defined
OTHER NOTABLE FEATURES: A few feathers attached to one of his tentacles

[fancybox4=http://imgur.com/cjLBJsO.jpg]MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION [/fancybox4]


PERSONALITY TRAITS

• -Easily excitable
  
  -Mischievous
  
  -Energetic
  
  -Reckless
  
  -Persuasive

BIOGRAPHY:

Val was an only child born to a family of nautolan kolto traders on the planet of Manaan. His parents were neither poor nor rich but were perfectly content with their life as simple merchants and wanted nothing more than this simplicity. Val on the other hand was not satisfied with his bland existence and wanted something more. An adventure of sorts. He heard stories from the passing customers of the sith and the jedi and then would look to the skies and imagine a life among the stars as a daring hero of the Galactic Republic.


As he grew older his wanderlust intensified, he wanted nothing more than to get out of this rut. His prayers were answered when a smuggler by the name of Brezac Kaythe came to pick up a shipment of kolto from his parents. He had the look of a veteran soldier, face adorned with unshaved whiskers and scars. Val had heard of many wild stories pertaining to this man, apparently he had fought many battles with as a pilot in the Republic and then became a smuggler. He pleaded to Kaythe with tears in his eyes to take himself with him. Kaythe saw great promise in Val’s eyes, a passion that he hadn't seen since he was a kid himself, so he agreed. Then without a single goodbye Val accompanied Kaythe to traverse the stars aboard his starship, Quiver.

His time with Kaythe taught him a great many things, such as not to transport fiercely carnivorous aliens, how to pilot a starship and how fire a blaster without losing an eye. On one occasion they had a cargo of jubba birds. Unfortunately after trying to feed one of them, it savagely attacked Val leaving a nasty claw-like scar on the right side of his torso. Of course after that he plucked the bird and used its feathers to adorn one of his tentacles. Val learned quickly and after a few years he was a far better pilot and shot than Kaythe ever was. Kaythe and Val went past being mentor and student but became so close they were almost father and son. Growing old, Kaythe knew that he couldn't keep up with the smuggling business for much longer so he decided to quit while he was ahead. When he stepped down, he passed the reigns and his starship down to Val.

Over the following months, Val continued doing cargo runs but his runs became more and more daring. He challenged himself to go further, fly faster and fight harder. This unfortunately accumulated quite a few enemies but he didn't mind, it was all about the excitement, the adrenaline.



TBC...



MIDICHLORIAN COUNT: 5434
BLOOD TYPE: 0-
AFFLICTIONS: none
CRIMINAL RECORD:

• A few illegal cargo runs

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
QUALIFICATIONS: none for now
LANGUAGES: Basic, Selkath and a basic understanding of most other languages

KNOWN SKILLS:

-Piloting
-Blaster combat
-Sly silver tongue


[fancybox2]REPUBLIC CITIZEN DATABASE[/fancybox2][/beebox4]

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Spoiler: Roleplays

None

GEAR:

Spoiler: Starship

Name: Quiver

Model: XS Light Freighter

Appearance:

• Classic smuggler clothing (see picture)
• Flight goggles
• Rocket Boots
• A handful of thermal detonators

Spoiler: Blaster

Model: Modified LB-2000 Rotary Blaster

Appearance:

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[fancybox4="http://imgur.com/ezANf1V.jpg"]Senator Chata Hyoki[/fancybox4]
[fancybox2]BASIC INFORMATION[/fancybox2]
FULL NAME: Chata Hyoki
ALTERNATE NAMES:

• Senator Hyoki

CURRENT AGE: 36
SPECIES: Selkath
SEX: Male
PARENTS:

• Father: Gaedyon Hyoki
• Mother: Bol Hyoki

SIBLINGS: 0
CHILDREN: 0
SPOUSE(S): 0

AFFILIATION: The Galactic Senate
RANK: Senator of Manaan

[fancybox2]APPEARANCE[/fancybox2]

EYE COLOR: Blue
HAIR COLOR: None
HAIR LENGTH: none at all
SKIN COLOR: Blue
APPROXIMATE HEIGHT: 1,8 meters
APPROXIMATE WEIGHT: 80 kg
MARKINGS: None
BUILD: Lean
OTHER NOTABLE FEATURES: None

[fancybox4="http://imgur.com/5hHnaT7.jpg"]MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION [/fancybox4]


PERSONALITY TRAITS

• Economic genius
• Aggressive negotiator
• Protective of his people
• Indifferent to other factions

BIOGRAPHY

Chata has a deep love for two things, kolto, and the selkath people. Ever since he was a youngling, he would be mesmerised by the kolto harvesters, extracting the precious commodity off the ocean floor. He had a passion for economics, dedicating himself to learning everything he could about trading and exports. As soon as he could walk on land, he became the apprentice of a kolto trader by the name of Waso. Waso was unfortunately a terrible salesman. He would get hustled regularly causing him to lose large amounts of profits. He quickly became the laughing stock of the industry and his business was run into the grou-... well... water. To add insult to injury, his stock was ransacked by a gang of criminals and in an attempt to stop them was killed.

Chata was horrified that the trade officials could let something like this happen. From that day he vowed to be a bastion for his people, preventing anyone else to experience Waso's fate. The government quickly noticed Chata's economic expertise and appointed him the position of Minister of Trade and Exports. In his new position, Manaan's economy thrived and the selkath flourished. This was no coincidence as Chata had begun to enforce strict laws pertaining to crimes against traders. Sentences for these crimes included heavy fines and in certain cases, the death sentence. He became an idol for the selkath and gained favour among the merchants. A few months later Chata was elected to be the next senator of Manaan and use his negotiation skills on a broader scale. In the Galactic Senate, he could preserve Manaan's neutrality and truly protect his people.



MIDICHLORIAN COUNT: 1324
BLOOD TYPE: A-
AFFLICTIONS: none
CRIMINAL RECORD:

• None

SEXUALITY: Asexual
QUALIFICATIONS: Commendation of Trade and Exports
LANGUAGES: Basic, Selkath

KNOWN SKILLS:

Ruthless negotiations

[fancybox2]REPUBLIC CITIZEN DATABASE[/fancybox2][/beebox4]

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Spoiler: Roleplays

None

GEAR:

-Senator robes
-Selkath skin moisturising armor

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[Tristyn]

I made that template!

 

[Mr.BossMan]

"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.​

Looks pretty badass, I like her so far. And hey are you gonna do that failed Jedi turned Vigilante? Cause if so me and your characters can be superhero buddies! Jessica Jones rip off meets Green Arrow rip off meets Star Wars saves all the innocent good people.

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.

Don't let the whole Anakin thing slow you down. I did something similar to this and I loved my character. So keep on trucking my friend. If anything, Anakin was badly written.

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!

I love that picture! But for a friendly review I'd say you should expand a little more on your attributes. Add a Little more descirption, just my .02 credits.

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​

I'm just gonna say good job, like real damn good. We got to roleplay together next Timeline, WE BOTH HAVE BOWS!

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.

My two cents. This guy looks like a BA officer, a Sick cunning Senator, or a Badass Ziost dude. Stay away from the FS thing with him, just my thoughts.

Teaser:

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TSURUMAH CETINJIRA ​

NAME: Tsurumah Cetinjira
FACTION: Sith
RANK: ---

Tsurumah is the Hated One in Nautila. Most would revile the name, but after years spent wandering in the freezing trenches at the bottom of Glee Anselm, Tsurumah welcomes the opportunity to be called anything at all.

Cetinjira makes reference to the legendary Mother of Waves, a violent goddess associated with abyssal spaces, the end of Nautolan civilization and the darker aspects of the feminine psyche.

Haven't actually written anything else yet.

(Where are the glorious old smileys? I need them)

I dig this a whole lot, love the art. Can't wait to see more.

Just a folio for one of my Sith, the actual profile will be much longer and contain the bio:

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Carmilla - Oneiroid Psychosis

Serebin Thel​

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NAME: Serebin Thel
FACTION: Sith Order
RANK: TBD
CLASS: Sorcerer
HOMEWORLD: Bastion
FORCE-SENSITIVE: Yes

SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Possibly asexual
AGE: 21
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 130 lbs

HAIR: Dark brown
EYES: Pale green
SKIN: Porcelain

Ethereal and ghostly, bizarre and aloof, Serebin Thel is an entrancing young creature. People are drawn to his presence, but repelled at a certain distance, as though his eerily quiet and difficult to understand demeanour acts as a spiritual barrier. He rarely speaks, often not even when spoken too, and is legitimately shy. Physicality confuses and unnerves him.

While not needlessly cruel, Serebin seldom feels emotion towards other beings, preferring to avoid them on a regular basis. In turn, he takes great pleasure from things which are deceased, inanimate or spiritual, as they are entirely within his control and do not possess feelings or opinions which will irritate him. For this reason, Serebin’s passions and skillset revolve entirely around manipulating the Force, as it is not a sentient entity, or a physical combatant.

Serebin prefers law and order over chaos, as the latter distresses and irritates him. He desires peace over conflict, but only in the form of total solitude. Apathetic about the physical world for the most part, Serebin's ambitions lie in enhancing his power in the Dark Side, and only that. He is astoundingly intelligent, but detached from reality and struggles to maintain an awareness of his surroundings as a result. As such, Serebin is also not overly manipulative. He does care however, as he too absorbed in his sorcery, and too disinterested in other Sith or what they are doing to even bother with their nonsense. He is mildly agoraphobic and feels threatened or uneasy should he be outdoors for too long, he particularly detests space travel.

After, or rather being tricked into, consuming the life essence of a young woman and her unborn child, the effects of the Drain Life technique have ravaged the young Sith pilgrim. As the result of absorbing another being's soul, Serebin suffers from psychosis which severely affects his daily functioning, influencing his agoraphobia. He is consistently unhealthy, suffering from chronic fatigue and struggling to put on weight. His sleep cycle is wretchedly dysfunctional and he is often awake all hours of the night while sleeping during the day. To deal with the fluctuating need to drain another life, he constantly smokes cigarettes and drinks excessive amounts of black tea.

The immortality topic is particularly fascinating to him, despite being only twenty-one. As a rather enormous and fantastical concept, it is something rather confronting to him, but also something delicious and intriguing. Serebin is captivated by the wider universe, the Force and whatever lies beyond that, but ironically will hesitate to even leave his home. Handicapped by wretched physical and mental health and a terrible existential crisis, it is safe to say Serebin is not particularly content and spends a good deal of time in melancholy contemplation. Seeking answers, the young Sorcerer has made the pilgrimage from his homeworld of Bastion to Moraband, the Sith world of the dead.

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ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ʙʏ: ʙᴇᴇ​

Is there anything you write that I don't like? But I would say change the font a little, I can read it just it gets draining after a bit. Other then that pretty damn good.

I'm tossing around a few ideas.

A senator from the planet Brentaal. A planet that is consequently a stepping stone for the could be Sith insurgents that might potentially attack the heart of the Republic. Chandrila. My senator would work diligently to propose a means of defense against the threat to the outer rim, should the Border Alliance fail to oppose the Sith invaders. Furthermore, he would urge the senate to support the border alliance in order to neutralize the threat in the outer rim before the situation escalates.

Along those lines, my Border Alliance character will be connected to my senator. Also hailing from Brentaal, he will travel to the outer rim to aid the border alliance and act as my senator's eyes and ears in theatre--providing my Senator with information regarding the conflict.

Lastly, I'm experimenting with an artificial intelligence or droid type character. Never really tried this before, but @Kiro encouraged me to give it a try and @TAC presented an RP opportunity for me to test it out. Regardless, I would be looking to act as an assistant, assassin, guard, etc... For an independent character. A sidekick of sorts I guess.

That's pretty much where I'm at right now. Not really getting into more detail until after more info is released regarding DotR.

If anyone wants to chat about their characters and how my ideas might tie into your ideas one way or another, shoot me a PM.

Okay Sin, let me just say this. Roll with that droid idea you got. I love your character in our Diverse role play, ANA her name is. I love reading your post, so ya keep that.