The Desolate Twins (WIP)
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Liliana, the Lament
[/fancybox4]Character Information
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 22 years
Height: 1.8 meters
Weight: 54 Kilograms
Compared to her sister, Liliana is set taller and slightly heavier. This allows for her to be the “frontline” of the twins fighting style. While fighting Liliana's black hair silently flows behind like a black ribbon, announcing death to her next victim.
"S.P.E.C.I.A.L" attributes
Strength:
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Perception: ■■■■■■■■■■
Endurance: ■■■■■■■■■■
Charisma: ■■■■■■■■■■
Intelligence: ■■■■■■■■■■
Agility: ■■■■■■■■■■
Luck: ■■■■■■■■■■
Liliana takes and uses her overall strength and endurance to wear out her enemies. Her height and weight makes her less agile then her sister but both are equally good with perception. Because Liliana generally dislikes others this makes her very exclusive of others.
Force powers and fighting styles
Force Powers
Acrobatics: ■■■■■■■■■■
Energy Manipulation: ■■■■■■■■■■
Telekinesis: ■■■■■■■■■■
Healing: ■■■■■■■■■■
Status Effects: ■■■■■■■■■■
Sense: ■■■■■■■■■■
Mental Manipulation: ■■■■■■■■■■
Personality
**info goes here**
Biography
The following is written in the perspective of Liliana reflecting back on her life so far.
The following is written in the perspective of Liliana reflecting back on her life so far.
My Mother was a beautiful woman: long brunet hair and blue eyes that made you think they could reach into your soul. It was no mystery when a young sith man fell in love with her, and when he discovered he had gotten her pregnant, left her.
Single, alone, and bastardized she decided to pretend we never happened by placing my sister and I into an orphanage. No longer her problem, she vanished away hoping never to see or hear from her two twin daughters.
We began our lives as bastards of the galaxy. Forever damned, even by our own mother, to live in shame of existing.
Slowly, I collected all of the hatred from my life up until this point. I hated my mother for leaving me in this hell of a place. I hated the orphanage for the damnation I had received from the other children and adults. My hatred had grown so much that it become uncontrollable. Inside it was eating me apart.
he day started off like all others: Grim. The other orphans had just finished bullying my sister and I when it happened. Without my will I force pushed the other children away. One pudgy boy flew into the wall face first. The other children all ran off screaming. I look in the corner and see my sister with eyes of astonishment looking at me: her hero, her inspiration.
Single, alone, and bastardized she decided to pretend we never happened by placing my sister and I into an orphanage. No longer her problem, she vanished away hoping never to see or hear from her two twin daughters.
We began our lives as bastards of the galaxy. Forever damned, even by our own mother, to live in shame of existing.
Slowly, I collected all of the hatred from my life up until this point. I hated my mother for leaving me in this hell of a place. I hated the orphanage for the damnation I had received from the other children and adults. My hatred had grown so much that it become uncontrollable. Inside it was eating me apart.
he day started off like all others: Grim. The other orphans had just finished bullying my sister and I when it happened. Without my will I force pushed the other children away. One pudgy boy flew into the wall face first. The other children all ran off screaming. I look in the corner and see my sister with eyes of astonishment looking at me: her hero, her inspiration.
One particular morning an explosion came from the other side of the village. The smell of burning flesh and hair began to stench the already rotten air. Screams and the low hum of a lightsaber came from the outskirts of the city. Everyone was told to report back into the house but I stayed. My body felt a calling. I sensed the being, his passion for killing, and his purpose for being here…me.
As I stayed paralyzed to my spot the sounds closed in proximity. An aura of darkness began to flood the area. An unfamiliar man’s voice calls out, “Lillea!” as I look to who called I see a man with a sith lightsaber nearly ten meters away. “Show me your hatred!” He yelled. Just then he threw me an lightsaber. I reached for the newly given blade and felt its cool metallic hilt. With an activation of a button I now stood with the deadliest weapon the galaxy has known. First awe, then a sensation of revenge swept over my body. I turn to face the stranger who had gifted me my new weapon. “why?”, I called out. He replyed “I merely want to test your hatred. Show me!”
I slowly began walking to the entrance of the orphanage. Inside stood the horrified children and mothers. I walked through the door and began my judgment. All the children stayed huddled in the corner “for all the times you bullied my sister and I” I called. I activated the lightsaber; the blade felt light in my hands . Time seemed to slow down for everything in front of me; the adrenaline flooding into my body, the sheer enjoyment of revenge. From behind I hear a voice “You monster” one of the women aims a blaster at me and fires. I lift my lightsaber, almost as by habit, and deflect the shot. Quickly I run towards the lady and slice at her legs . She tries to evade but I successfully get contact. She falls to her knees. I say to her “How lucky you are that your death will be quick and effortless while the pains you have given me will never be forgotten” and with that I slice her head off in a clean swoop. All the children begin to scream as the watch me near them. The inevitable ending. Death….
As I stayed paralyzed to my spot the sounds closed in proximity. An aura of darkness began to flood the area. An unfamiliar man’s voice calls out, “Lillea!” as I look to who called I see a man with a sith lightsaber nearly ten meters away. “Show me your hatred!” He yelled. Just then he threw me an lightsaber. I reached for the newly given blade and felt its cool metallic hilt. With an activation of a button I now stood with the deadliest weapon the galaxy has known. First awe, then a sensation of revenge swept over my body. I turn to face the stranger who had gifted me my new weapon. “why?”, I called out. He replyed “I merely want to test your hatred. Show me!”
I slowly began walking to the entrance of the orphanage. Inside stood the horrified children and mothers. I walked through the door and began my judgment. All the children stayed huddled in the corner “for all the times you bullied my sister and I” I called. I activated the lightsaber; the blade felt light in my hands . Time seemed to slow down for everything in front of me; the adrenaline flooding into my body, the sheer enjoyment of revenge. From behind I hear a voice “You monster” one of the women aims a blaster at me and fires. I lift my lightsaber, almost as by habit, and deflect the shot. Quickly I run towards the lady and slice at her legs . She tries to evade but I successfully get contact. She falls to her knees. I say to her “How lucky you are that your death will be quick and effortless while the pains you have given me will never be forgotten” and with that I slice her head off in a clean swoop. All the children begin to scream as the watch me near them. The inevitable ending. Death….
The man walks into the building. “Well done. You failed to disappoint me. I’m impressed to see such skill at such age.” He says while slowing progressing towards my sister and I; now only five meters from us he stops. “I am leaving now. If you want to leave this crummy planet in one piece I’d recommend following me”. With that, he goes and exits the building heading towards the flaming outskirts of town. “Who are you?” I asked in bewilderment. He stopped and replyed "In time you will learn, but you may not like what you hear". With that he continued out of the city.
We both decided at that moment to follow him; and from then on, our lives were in the hands of this stranger who for some reason found an interest in our safe being.
After we left the planet, I decided to approach our pilot. I walk into the cockpit to find the man reclined in his chair smoking a pipe with some weird exotic spice. I clear my throat “Ehmm. Aren’t you supposed to drive this thing?” The man jumps up and turns around. He looks at me from top to bottom then says “Eh. It’s on auto-pilot. What-jah want?”. “Where are we going?” he just laughs, “why to Moraband. Where else?” He inhales and blows the smoke back into my face. I begin to cough “what’s the matter sweet cheeks don’t like the smell? Here have a go” He attempts to pass me his pipe. I immediately slap the pipe out of his hand. He looks at his pipe, laughs, and then glares at me. I immediately feel a pressure closing around my windpipes I begin to squirm as the last bit of air I have is pushed out of my lungs. All I could do was stare at my captor.
“Listen missy. I like you so if you want to live to see tomorrow I would advise you drop your attitude with me”. I fell to my knees and attempted to scream for my sister. In the end my attempt only made a tiny audible squeak. “What’s wrong? Can’t breathe?” he said, “all I want to hear are three little words.” He loosens his force choke and leans in with his ear. “ Go…. To h-hhell” I mutter.
At the same time, I felt a surge of energy from within calling me to release it. This energy began to build up in what felt like my lungs, and I did what felt natural: I exhaled. The man flew to the other side of the cockpit and was pushed into the wall. The choking was released and I began gasping for air. The man stood up again rubbing his head “Man you’re a real ***** ya know that?” he said as he got back into his chair. “Listen we will talk later just get out of my cockpit and let me rest.” With that I turn around and leave.
We both decided at that moment to follow him; and from then on, our lives were in the hands of this stranger who for some reason found an interest in our safe being.
After we left the planet, I decided to approach our pilot. I walk into the cockpit to find the man reclined in his chair smoking a pipe with some weird exotic spice. I clear my throat “Ehmm. Aren’t you supposed to drive this thing?” The man jumps up and turns around. He looks at me from top to bottom then says “Eh. It’s on auto-pilot. What-jah want?”. “Where are we going?” he just laughs, “why to Moraband. Where else?” He inhales and blows the smoke back into my face. I begin to cough “what’s the matter sweet cheeks don’t like the smell? Here have a go” He attempts to pass me his pipe. I immediately slap the pipe out of his hand. He looks at his pipe, laughs, and then glares at me. I immediately feel a pressure closing around my windpipes I begin to squirm as the last bit of air I have is pushed out of my lungs. All I could do was stare at my captor.
“Listen missy. I like you so if you want to live to see tomorrow I would advise you drop your attitude with me”. I fell to my knees and attempted to scream for my sister. In the end my attempt only made a tiny audible squeak. “What’s wrong? Can’t breathe?” he said, “all I want to hear are three little words.” He loosens his force choke and leans in with his ear. “ Go…. To h-hhell” I mutter.
At the same time, I felt a surge of energy from within calling me to release it. This energy began to build up in what felt like my lungs, and I did what felt natural: I exhaled. The man flew to the other side of the cockpit and was pushed into the wall. The choking was released and I began gasping for air. The man stood up again rubbing his head “Man you’re a real ***** ya know that?” he said as he got back into his chair. “Listen we will talk later just get out of my cockpit and let me rest.” With that I turn around and leave.
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Rebeka, the Riled
[/fancybox4]Character Information
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 22 years
Height: 1.7 meters
Weight: 48 Kilograms
Compared to her sister, Rebeka is set smaller and lighter. This allows for her to be the “flanker” of the twins fighting style. Her build allows her (with the help of the force) to jump around her enemies and take them out while they aren’t even focused on her.
"S.P.E.C.I.A.L" attributes
Strength:
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Perception: ■■■■■■■■■■
Endurance: ■■■■■■■■■■
Charisma: ■■■■■■■■■■
Intelligence: ■■■■■■■■■■
Agility: ■■■■■■■■■■
Luck: ■■■■■■■■■■
Rebeka’s agility and endurance make up for her lower strength. Rebeka has always been more charming to other compared to her sister (who usually gets enraged and just goes to kill).
Force powers and fighting styles
Force Powers
Acrobatics: ■■■■■■■■■■
Energy Manipulation: ■■■■■■■■■■
Telekinesis: ■■■■■■■■■■
Healing: ■■■■■■■■■■
Status Effects: ■■■■■■■■■■
Sense: ■■■■■■■■■■
Mental Manipulation: ■■■■■■■■■■
Personality
**info goes here**
Biography
The following is written in the perspective of Rebeka reflecting back on her life so far.
The following is written in the perspective of Rebeka reflecting back on her life so far.
It’s funny how
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J.E.N.O.V.A
[/beebox][/fancybox4]Character Information
Gender: N/A
Race: Bionic Robot
Age: N/A
Height: 1.8 meters
Weight: 58 Kilograms
Hair color: White
Eye color: varies
Sexuality: N/A
Force sensitive: Positive
"S.P.E.C.I.A.L" attributes
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Perception: ■■■■■■■■■■
Endurance: ■■■■■■■■■■
Charisma: ■■■■■■■■■■
Intelligence: ■■■■■■■■■■
Agility: ■■■■■■■■■■
Luck: ■■■■■■■■■■
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ARMs INC.
Welcome to the Association of Republic Manufacturing Incorporated
In comparison to Czerka, ARMs is not a singular company but rather multiple companies of all sizes and influences working together to provide services throughout the entire galaxy. ARMs offer jobs for many peoples. From manufacturing, to escorting the products, or even being part of a development team. ARMs provides many great opportunities for its individuals.
ARMs was created as an attempt to create “fair business” across the entire galaxy. This plan of course has obstacles, which require serious efforts in order to protect said “fair business”. In actuality, the face of ARMs is false. Businesses are forced into agreements with ARMs in order to remain protected from the very danger that is threatening them.
The true colors of ARMs reveal its want for ruthless domination of the business industry; to create a monopoly that suffocates all competition. This powerful business operates similar to a mafia: if you obey the rules you live another day, but if you don’t obey….
OOC: The purpose of ARMs is to provide indie characters a unique faction where they may roleplay in a large variety of situations including, but not limited to: security of assets, negotiations with other factions, manufacturing products, developing new technology, and “broadcasting” intergalactic news.
Structure
Similar to Czerka, ARMs has multiple “public” positions that are to maintain a good public image. In addition, there are many other positions that ARMs neither confirms or denies exist within their corporation. (OOC: just because something says “Generally ___” do not believe you can’t have that position. I’m willing to give any position away as long as interest and dedication is provided)
Official “public” positions: (each of these is a “mob boss” and essentially leads the members of their unofficial group)
President of ARMs (generally FL or NPC)
Public Relations Manager (generally AFL or NPC)
Head Manufacturing Coordinator (generally AFL or NPC)
Director of Internal Affairs (generally AFL or NPC)
Chief Delivery and Shipment Officer (generally AFL or NPC)
“Unofficial” ARMs positions
Propaganda distributers (open)
Manufacturing worker (open)
Counter-propaganda members (open)
Personal security crewmembers (open)
Assets
Although there are countless companies under the ARMs name, some names are considered more widely known. Their headquarters locations and other main positions will be discussed below. Coruscant: Main HQ of ARMs. This location provides the face of ARMs to the general public and also allows for senate lobbying if needed.
Byss: Space Station location. This location is the major route for all networking for all of ARMs (both propaganda and counter)
Fondor: Manufacturing, Research, and Training facilities. Negotiations with the guild of shipwrights has provided ARMs with assess to Fondors manufacturing and research abilities. In exchange ARMs provides planetary suppressive police action.
Fleet
This will be edited when an official member count has been made. ( OOC:I could really use admin help to determine an appropriate number when we get to point <3 )
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