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This is a space for me to plan out a new character. And to muck around with old character sheet coding so I don't wreck the original ones more than I had already. Because who likes to fix exploding code? Nobody, that's who.

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SAAVEIADAMA
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Full Name; Alias: Saavei Adama; Libra
Age: Appears mid-20s
Species: Firrerreo/Hapan

Height: 5'9 ft

Weight: 140 lbs

Eye Color: Black

Hair Color: Black
Skin Tone: Light Ivory
Force Sensitive: Yes

Voice Example: [LINK]

Theme: Kara Remembers - Bear McCreary




PERSONALITY

"Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi (the deepest rivers flow with least sound).
-- Latin Proverb

On the surface, Adama is a cold, still pool of water, virtually untouched by outside influences and only showing the faintest of ripples. This tranquility and sense of detachment earned her the nickname "Ice Queen," given to her by her peers in her youth. She made the perfect Jedi, it seemed, never letting her emotions cloud her judgment. In most things this was true, but like in the ocean, currents can run deep. She feels emotions intensely, but instead of letting them come out in her demeanor or everyday actions she stores the energy away. It is only tapped into when necessary. When she was a Jedi, this intensity came out in her lightsaber duels. She is the eye of the storm, possessing an iron will that keeps everything utterly controlled.

While Adama has a strong sense of loyalty, it is more to herself than anything else. She would never go against her own principles, whatever they might be. It isn't selfishness necessarily, instead being a high sense of self-respect that many others in the criminal underworld seem to lack, or at least confuse with self-preservation. Her sense of justice has softened since being in exile, no longer being the lofty and perfect idealism of the Jedi. Adama's code is of a more realistic bent, as she realizes that the greater galaxy is a messy place painted in shades of gray. She has ceased looking to the Force for guidance and generally ignores anything having to do with Jedi, considering that she fled into self-imposed exile instead of facing the council for her 'crime' of accidentally causing the death of a fellow Knight. While she won't ever express it, she feels like the rumors spread after her departure reflect the lack of cohesion in the Order. That being said, she won't waste her time trying to dispel the myths that she turned to the Dark Side, joined the Sith Brotherhood, or the myriad of other things that have been speculated.




ABILITIES

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"She's scary, man. That face she has on when she's about to fight? She's like a bull in a stall, and someone just has to open the door for her to let go. I've never seen a woman with that attitude. I feel bad for those people who have to face her. Good Lord." -- Adama's former master


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APPEARANCE

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Adama is a reasonably tall woman with a lean, angular frame. She boasts no womanly curves to speak of, instead possessing a titanium-strength that one wouldn't suspect. Overall she is remarkably unremarkable, being able to easily pass as human in most situations. Her features are plain, with light skin and brown eyes. Having Firrerreo heritage, her skin turns a pewter color when she's upset. Her hair is black, cut in a choppy bob with straight bangs often swept out of the way. Adama couldn't be bothered to keep it nice or perfectly styled, let alone get frequent, professional haircuts to keep her style's shape. She prefers to forgo makeup of any kind except for formal occasions, and even then it is very natural, almost unnoticeable. Her clothing style is utilitarian, with simple lines and flexible fabrics. Most often she has on black pants, boots, and an orange jacket over a black t-shirt.
The one concession to her aversion to adornment is her stretched ears, kept at a small gauge. Most often she wears basic silver tunnels or opal plugs. When she's not on a mission or in physical training she'll wear butterfly charms through her tunnels. Alternatively, for formal occasions, she wears swan ear hangers.


BACKGROUND​

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Where Adama came from holds little significance to her story as she was given to the Jedi Order as an infant. She spent her childhood years in the Tython temple, having the rest of the younglings and her instructors as family. Early in her training it was discovered that she had was strong in the Force, having a gift for perception especially. Adama was called an ice queen by her classmates as a joke, referencing her stoic and reserved demeanor. She embraced it, and the only real time she wasn’t quiet and brooding was in physical training and sparring.

She was picked at the age of ten to be the Padawan of Jedi Knight Amee Chano, a woman known for honoring tradition and being a harsh taskmaster. She fostered her Padawan’s ferocity in combat, not condoning a love for violence necessarily, yet certainly feeding the more aggressive side of Adama's personality. One of most challenging training exercises was using candles and ball bearings arranged in a ring, the goal being to use a predetermined series of movements to knock the ball bearings off without melting the candles with the lightsaber blade. Chano used exercises like these to emphasize speed and precision over other qualities such as strength, as these were the core tenants of her personal style. She believed it was necessary to teach her Padawan this.

Adama and Chano went on many missions together, including some in the outer rim where armed conflict abounded. The pair grew close and a force bond formed between them during the long ten years that they worked together. After Adama passed her trials and became a Knight, they continued to work together on a regular basis.

Their time together ended while on a mission in Hutt Space.





EQUIPMENT

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--Ship: Oceanspray Freighter -- Primary home and transportation
--Swoop Bike
--CMBP-12 Blaster Pistol x2 -- under barrel rail removed and heavily modified in appearance, otherwise standard. Favored weapons.
--P-30 Anti-Personnel Rifle -- for bounty hunting
--MP-FRAB 22 Rifle -- Go-to rifle. Duraplast stock.
--SA-38G Supernova Grenades and various others
--Vibrosword--cortosis weave
--Hunting Knife
--Lightsabers --silver blades, dual-phase, operates underwater, shockproof, phrik hilts.
--Lightsaber -- orange blade, same as above.







THREADS

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DIVA LAHIMA LORN
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Full Name: Diva Lahima Lorn
Age: Mid-thirties
Species: Theelin/Near-Human
Homeworld: Timmel V

Height: 5'9

Build: Thin
Eye Color: Gold (dark-side corruption)
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: Blue
Force Senstitive: Yes

Voice Example: Tarja Turunen

Theme: Watershed




PERSONALITY


Lorn’s desire is to be competent, efficient and accomplished while accumulating prestige and power. She cares deeply about how others perceive her, and their perceptions don’t have to be positive. They could view her as their living nightmare and Lorn would be satisfied if it would suit her intended relationship with them. She also derives her pleasure from manipulating others to do her own bidding, using subtle flattery and persuasion to make them think that it was their idea originally, or that a certain task their best interest. Her primary goal is to gain as much power and control as she can in the Brotherhood, both to secure her spot and to change things to her vision of how things should be done. Lorn does respect the leader of the Sith Brotherhood and their strength, but only time will tell if she eventually feels that the Brotherhood’s right to rule the galaxy will be better served with a new leader.

With a world-class education all her life and two University degrees, Lorn is more than intelligent enough to teach and conduct research at the various temples, including the Yavin IV temple she calls home. Her skills lie in social and political maneuvering, keeping her fingers on the pulse of the going-on, the who’s who, and the rumors of the galaxy. She also has a penchant for interrogation and torture, knowing when to press harder and when to back off in order to achieve optimum results.






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Lahima Lorn was born on Timmel IV to a Theelin mother and human father. Her mother was the mistress of Republic Senator Reynold Eckstein. The circumstances of their relationship were complicated at best, and this is partly the reason Lahima took the last name of her mother, Diva Camilla Lorn. She grew up an only child, surrounded by luxury and privilege the first years of her life. Her parents afforded her little attention, having interest only in their busy lives and each other. Lahima was effectively raised by a legion of nannies, tutors, and personal servants. She was sent to an elite all-girl boarding school when she was thirteen. Receiving exemplary grades consistently through the years she was there, she graduated at the top of her class. She also excelled at singing as most Theelin do, winning a few singing competitions in her age bracket and participating in school choral groups.

After graduation, she went to a prestigious university on Coruscant renown for its music program. Lahima was mostly underground during this period of her life, singing in cantinas for money in what little spare time she had. She focused her studies on classical music, fine-tuning her signature sound to be a powerful, soaring soprano capable of both operatic and contemporary repertoire. After four years she graduated with honors, being Salutatorian of her class.

Lahima's music career started slowly-- she often starred as minor characters in various operas and supplemented with gigs in cantinas and jazz clubs. However, in many ways this was an advantage because it led to her starting another career in a different sector of sorts. On a typical night of performing at a high-class jazz club, she was spotted by the kingpin of a crime syndicate, Emilio Van Harker, and received an offer to be his mistress of sorts. Not wanting to pass up an opportunity to make more money and live in luxury, she agreed, though she wasn't aware of his true identity. After spending increasingly more time together, he slowly began acclimating her to his work of dubious legality. Within two years she earned his complete trust, being able to wrap him around her finger and ask for almost anything. Lahima gained a place of some power within the syndicate, albeit through Emilio and not entirely on her own...

Until she decided she'd had enough and secretly arranged for his death. A faked land speeder accident, which killed him and left her in the hospital but able to recover. Lahima spun her tale, painting herself as a saddened but resolute widow that befell tragic circumstances. After mostly healing from her injuries, she replaced Emilio as a major player in the Syndicate, among other things managing the distribution of illegal narcotics throughout the Core Worlds.

It wasn't until apprehending smuggled Sith artifacts that she discovered her Force sensitivity. Lahima would lock herself in her study, devouring tomes and scrolls of history. The few holocrons would reach out to her with whispering voices, promising power, attention, and a long life of beauty--all the things she craved most. For a few years she practiced her craft in secret, maintaining her cruel grip on the syndicate by day. Only when she found she could go no longer in her studies of the dark arts did she realize that she would have to seek tutelage under the Sith. Before then she had absolutely no incentive to leave. The syndicate promised power, control, money, and comfort. If she left she could never return.

After long nights of meditating she made her decision. She transferred much of her holdings in the syndicate to an untraceable bank account specializing in fronting for criminal activities, and collected some as physical objects like jewelry. She fled into Sith space, not fully anticipating what she would face when she arrived.

In some ways, Diva's admittance to the Sith was a joke. For a long time, she did live up to her namesake, and fellow students and even instructors placed bets on how long she would last as a lowly acolyte on Korriban. Gone were the trappings of wealth and status, fine furs and dresses, gourmet dinners on the highest balcony on Nar Shaddaa, and the relative security her former position provided. In their places were gritty sand, literal slop, and unending ridicule and sexual harassment. However, in the heat of the desert sun and the blade of a lightsaber, the old Diva burned away to forge something much more resilient, willful, and dangerous. Along with learning martial skills, Diva found great aptitude in the raw Force's application. Were it not for her greedy ambition and lust, she would have been a prime candidate for the Imperial inquisition. However, she would do anything to lie, cheat, steal, and outright murder her way to the top if she wouldn't get caught--or frame it on someone else.

Years later, she stands as one of the Order's notorious personalities. Her main reputation is being a complete, manipulative liar who won't give another the light of day unless it somehow benefits herself. Each and every action for another, unless superior, comes at a cost that WILL be extracted sooner or later, and on her terms. Notably, she has taken a liking to teaching acolytes basic force powers, meaning she spends a reasonable amount of time making her rotations at the academies.




[fancybox2]EQUIPMENT[/fancybox2]
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Double bladed lightsaber: Main. Actually single-bladed lightsabers that lock together. Red blades, phrik hilt, underwater-safe.

Single-bladed lightsaber x2: Secondary. Blue blades, phrik hilts, underwater-safe.

Armor: Vagabond armor.

SP-30 Suppressed Blaster Pistol: Gold blaster bolts.

Various Grenades: Frag, plasma, cryoban, etc.
 
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ATLAS NOVA


AGE
►30's​
SPECIES
► N'Gai/Firerreo​
HEIGHT
►5'8 ft​
WEIGHT
► 150 lb​
EYE COLOR
► Grey​
HAIR COLOR
► Black​
HOMEWORLD
► Coruscant​
GENDER
►Female​
FACTION
►Indie​
JOB
► Bounty Hunter​
FORCE USER
No
VOICE


BIOGRAPHY

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"She's scary, man. That face she has on when she's about to fight? She's like a bull in a stall, and someone just has to open the door for her to let go. I've never seen a woman with that attitude. I feel bad for those people who have to face her.
Good Lord."
-- Atlas' Colleague​

22 Years Ago
I picked my head up from the table littered with discarded datapads, my mind momentarily disoriented. As usual the mental buzz resumed in my mind the moment I opened my eyes. I didn't know a day when I wasn't tired, for every night when I tried to sleep on my mat the movements of people through the Force would wake me. Silence was a foreign concept, save for the time I was in deep meditation.

"Greetings. I am Knight Chano. I want to have a word with you." Hearing that, I almost jumped out of my chair. When was the last time someone was able to sneak up on me like that? I couldn't remember a time. Out of habit I stood up and bowed quickly, only afterward daring to look at the woman in front of me. Chano was utterly unremarkable in appearance, with a kind but forgettable face and close-cropped hair.

"What is your name, child?" Chano asked, looking down at me with her steel blue eyes. Tired, but piercing eyes that laid me bare. She would know in an instant if I lied. Trying to extend my sense into her aura, I was met by an impenetrable wall. Normally I could feel an individual's emotions even when I didn't want to, without trying.

"Atlas...but..." I paused.

"But what?" she seemed partially bemused. "Your peers call you names, don't they?"

"They call me Ice Queen," I replied quickly, embarrassed, "Or sleeping beauty."

"Well earned, I'm sure," she said, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "The real reason I am here is your... gift. I hear no one thus far has been able to help you successfully? And no one has taken you on as their apprentice?"

I shook my head no. My gift, or as I would later find out to be incredibly strong empathy, was a burden my teachers were unsure of how to lighten. The currents in the force still flowed through me at a pace I couldn't dampen. Combine that with utterly unremarkable lightsaber, force, and class marks, and I was mess not many were willing to touch.

"I was once like you. I will train you, if you are willing to work."


19 Years Ago
"I- I can't. I can't do it," I gasped, dropping my saber and letting my head fall back in a lull. My chest heaved, skin slick with sweat. The sun beat down on the two of us, my master and I.

"Don't stop!" my master yelled, yet again ignoring my protest.

Unlit candles on stands of varying heights surrounded me in a complex pattern. On the top of each was a small metal sphere, made so my saber blade couldn't melt it. My goal was to follow a predetermined series of movements as perfectly and fluidly as possible, with each strike fast enough to knock off a ball without melting the top of the wax candle. At random intervals, my master would attack me with a stun blaster, force-thrown objects, or the force itself.

Today I wasn't doing so well.

"Pick your saber back up! Fight! For every minute that you don't train, that's one additional moment where a Sith has trained more than you. Is that what you want?"

My obvious answer was going to be, 'No, I don't want that. But the only thing that could roll off my tongue was something between an exhausted grunt and a whine.

9 Years Ago
My physical sight saw bodies. Everywhere, strewn about. Missing limbs, twisted torsos lying at unnatural angles. Cauterized wounds. My Force sight felt pain. Anguish. The moment their spirits left their bodies, leaving screams through the celestial plain in their wake. The physical location of this room was a misfortune, a crime scene. But in the metaphysical? A tragedy. My mind fought to stay where my feet were planted, in the here and now. My spirit wanted nothing to do with the pain it could feel, or the memory fragments, flashes of final moments, floating like streamers around me.

I did this. I killed them. Not directly, but the disobeying of orders in pursuit of my own stupid, foolish goals did this. I rushed, like a bull ready to fight. I gave away our party's position, only because I saw what I thought would be a good opening, and we all paid too dearly.

I had to flee. Returning was to face disgrace at the very least, if not banishment for my master and I. Perhaps even death for myself. I never wanted to brand myself as a coward. But didn't have any other options. Going quietly into the night would at least mean I didn't bring any more shame onto the Order.

8 Years Ago
Pain
Tumors blooming in my brain
Anguished screams

Destruction
Disaster
Darkness

Thousands of souls screaming,
celestial bodies twisting,
snapping, shattering
Under limitless oppression

Corruption
Crawling in desperation,
Away from the spreading cold that
Promised to freeze every breath and still
Every
Beating
Heart

A single flame in the darkness, snuffed out

Stillness
Quiet
Silence

The Force was no longer with me
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PERSONALITY

[beebox3=90%] To sum it up quickly, Atlas has always strove to be fair, objective, and honest. In her younger, more passionate days, she was a crusader for the light, having a lofty sense of justice that could never be satisfied. She demanded moral "rightness" in all situations, continually growing frustrated with herself for failing to keep her standards. It was difficult to reconcile her black and white view of the universe with understanding that, in the words of the Jedi Exile, "Not everyone can be saved, and often you hurt them if you try."

After fleeing the Jedi Order for Hutt Space, she felt incredibly betrayed by the people she used to see as family. Becoming jaded, Atlas moved past the infantile delusions of right and wrong. Morality seemed to be relative to the situation and no one truly cared about doing good, only that they were morally superior. Hell, even Jedi lied. Being "right" didn't keep her warm at night. If you lived on another's dime, great, be as absolutist as you wanted. But not when you've got work to do and bills to pay.

The Bounty Hunter's Creed is the only thing Atlas utterly swears by. She won't lie, cheat, or act out of pettiness in most circumstances. There are exceptions, such as in aiding an ally or in harming an enemy. Likewise, she won't harm small children or mothers, but is ready to give a swift death to those who attack her out of malice.
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APPEARANCE

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Adama is a reasonably tall woman with a lean, angular frame. She boasts no womanly curves to speak of, instead possessing a titanium strength that one wouldn't suspect. Overall she is remarkably unremarkable, being able to easily pass as human in most situations. Her features are plain, with light skin and grey eyes. Having Firrerreo heritage, her skin turns a pewter color when she's upset. Her hair is black, kept shoulder-length and usually in a thick braid or neat bun.

She prefers to forgo makeup of any kind except for formal occasions, and even then it is very natural, almost unnoticeable. Her clothing style is utilitarian, with simple lines and flexible fabrics. Most often she has on black pants, boots, and an orange jacket over a black t-shirt.[link]

Her most notable feature is the large tribal tattoo covering the lower half of her face. Atlas got this to cover up the Cheshire grin scars she earned after being jumped in a dark alley.
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GEAR

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Life is the enemy, death is our solace.
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NAME: Zena Tarro
AGE: Late 20's
SPECIES: Lorrdian
HOMEWORLD: Unknown

FACTION: Sith Empire
POSITION: Maurauder

HEIGHT: 168 cm
WEIGHT: 61.6 kg

THEME: Tick of the Clock

CHARACTER SUMMARY:
Zena was sold into slavery as a young girl, having little memories of her time as a

Born into a life of slavery, Kholvar had very little promise for his future. He would try many times to escape his masters when he was young but all to no avail. When he was a teenager, Kholvar was purchased by a man named Aeonian Vuul. Around a decade later, that same man would award Kholvar his freedom. Saving his owners' life at the cost of his own eye, Kholvar was released from servitude and instead is willingly employed by his former master, now close friend.

Kholvar now operates a large branch of Aeonian's slave trade on Zygerria, acting as both a chief lieutenant as well as headhunter should a slave or someone of note need to be reminded who their master is.


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  • NOTABLE PERSONAL EQUIPMENT

    Single-bladed, dual phase lightsaber; "Abraxas"
    TS-15 Pistol (x4 clips)
    B0-0M Pulse Rifle (x2 clips, x2 projectiles)

    Flash Grenade (x1)
    Thermal Detonators (x2)
    EMP Grenade (x2)

    Aesthetically modified Mk-5 Inquisition Armor (Medium; pictured right)


    LODGING
    Temple Manor on Rhen Var

    STARSHIP
    Personal Aggressor-class attack craft; "Arterius"

    DROID
    M-Series Astromech droid; M0D1 “Mo”
    RZX-96 "Vindicator" Battle Drone; “Brick”


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