Star Wars: Retaliation (OOC, Signups)

[KingFerdinand1]

•Character Full Name: Ferdinand Simpson

•Gender: Man

•Race/Species: Human

•Age: 20

•Physical Appearance:

•Homeworld: USA

•Personality: Smart, Strong

•Biography: Ferdinand Was Born To Portuguese People. He Was Quickly Found Out To Be Force Sensitive, And Got A Very Good Teacher.

Soon He Was A Master In The Force, And Became An Assassin To Kill All Tthose Who Wronged Him.

•Lightsaber: Gold

•Force Abilities: Can Run And Jump Very Far

•Preferred Saber Style: Stealth

•Secondary Saber Style:

•Location (Prior to Protocol 66): The Jedi Temple Near EArth

•RP Sample: viewtopic.php?p=30725731#p30725731

[Tact]

Hi okay so this is what I've got but I'm not convinced it feels right for a Padawan so if I need to change anything please yell

(Edited cause the 442nd is a canon legion)

•Character Full Name: Nirea Baize

•Gender: Female

•Race: Mirilian

•Age: 15

•Physical Appearance:

•Homeworld: Coruscant

•Personality: Reserved, serious and single-minded to the point of tunnel vision. Shaped by both her Jedi training and her experiences in the war, she has a noted fear of failing the Order in any way and somewhat puritanical standards to hold herself (and others) against. This manifests most obviously in her interpersonal relationships, or more accurately her desperate attempts to prevent any. Since the fall and death of her Master she has been not only emotionally isolated but has aggressively shut down attempts from others to bond with her, perceiving any emotional attachment as a string for the Dark Side to pull on. This has itself started to corrode at her restraint, and her fellow padawans have started to give her a wide berth in case she finally snaps - or worse, falls herself.

•Biography: Taken from a lower-level Coruscantii family as an infant, Nirea was raised in the austere luxury of the Jedi Temple. Her family was the Order, her bedtime story the Code, her purpose its principles. She spared no time for the family she never knew - indeed, she was barely even aware that she had a biological family, and the idea that she might be sentimental for it was fully alien to her. Her life was the practice of the Force, her mind and body simply tools to that end and her history irrelevant.

And with that mindset, fully committed to the ideals of the Order, she threw herself into her training - practice, meditation, reading - with what might have been called gusto were it not so calmly detached from any corruptive emotions. Even when her deficiencies were discovered she accepted them as the will of the Force, doing all she could to bring them up to scratch while pivoting her exercises to focus on her strengths more purely. By many, she was seen as a model youngling, an embodiment of the Jedi principles.

At eleven she was picked out to be the Padawan of Jedi Master Raani Gai, a fellow Mirialan as custom dictated. While Nirea had no attachment to Mirialan culture Gai was undeterred, seeing her Padawan as a surrogate child to be taught the ways and customs of both the Jedi order and her own people. For a year Nirea was tutored on Coruscant, with occasional trips offworld for Jedi business, trials and visiting important sites. While she proved a reluctant student of her own history, the history of the Jedi caught her interest and she would spend night after night in libraries and archives as she charted the course of the Order's history. This small flame of true passion was nurtured by Gai, and the two developed an ever-tighter bond as Nirea began to open up more to her Mirialan heritage - even beginning to take the traditional geometric tattoos after praiseworthy achievements.

These times were not to remain, however. The Clone Wars erupted with sudden ferocity, and as the galaxy blazed in the conflagration Master and Padawan were forced into the thick of it with an army suddenly pressed into their hands. Inexperienced in matters of war, it was only the costly lessons of Geonosis and the meagre historical knowledge of warfare which kept the Jedi from death as, time and again, they managed to scrape through battles against far superior opponents. Their men, however, fared worse and each advancement the pair made was bought in blood.

The death and carnage around them caused a strange friction between the two. In the face of the abundant suffering surrounding her Nirea withdrew from external connections to an ever-greater degree, opening up only to Gai and even then in increasingly-fleeting windows. Gai, conversely, threw herself into battles with ever-greater abandon, often recklessly endangering those around her as she tried to end battles as quickly as possible, sparing both the clones and her Padawan as much of the fighting as possible. The clashes between the two when faced with a problem were heated, and often ended with Gai pulling rank to do things her way.

And so, as the war dragged on, Gai found herself slipping into areas of the Force some might consider unnatural. Her missions alone grew longer and longer, and the violence she wreaked grew in intensity, but her shame forced her to hide it from her student for fear of her condemnation. It was a struggle, the Dark Side spreading through her soul like a poison, but it wasn't until the last year of the war, during the Republic's siege of Mirial itself, that the Jedi Master finally fell upon finding a Zygerian outpost set up by the Seperatists. The ensuing destruction was blind and devastating: clones, droids, slavers, all were put to the sword. It took the combined efforts of Nirea's 312th Legion, Nirea herself and a group of Padawans orphaned over the course of the siege to bring the fallen Master down, and the experience scarred Nirea both physically and mentally.

Three days later, one last push was prepared to finally break the Separatist defences. But there would be some...complications...

•Lightsabre:

•Force Abilities: Nirea is an unusual student of the Force, in that she can connect deeply with the Force (when she puts her mind to it, that is) but has great difficulty expressing that beyond herself. This allows her a surprising degree of proficiency with techniques such as Curato Salva, Force Speed and Body, Altus Sopor, Precognition and even a limited degree of Farsight. However, the flip side of this is that abilities beyond her personal relationship to the Force are a struggle for even basic tasks - moving relatively small objects and sensing the location of other beings are both distinctly struggles, and exertions beyond this level often prove fruitless.

•Preferred Sabre Style: Through sheer necessity of war Nirea is most proficient with Form III (Soresu). While her difficulties reaching out to the minds of others can handicap her against organics, her attunement to the will of the Force has allowed her to keep pace against training and battle droids with relatively few injuries. Her use of this form is marked by a over-reliance on middle-ring defence and a tendency to break into Form I strikes at inopportune moments, both of which can fatally compromise her defence.

•Secondary Sabre Style: Despite growing rusty from disuse, Nirea was once a moderately capable Form II (Makashi) fighter - certainly good for a Padawan at her peak, but nothing memorable beyond that. As with her Form III technique, she is heavily reliant on the guidance of the Force to keep pace with most opponents and her technique falls apart rapidly if her concentration is disrupted. Her guard is also over-concentrated on the middle-ring, as with Form III, though she rarely shifts to Form I from Form II, pulling instead from Form IV in mostly-ostentatious ways.

•Location: Mirial

•RP Sample:

The guns were drowning out her thoughts again. She forced her rising frustration down with the ease of practice, forcing her emotions into a tranquil stasis as she let the Force flow through her. Even in the midst of all this suffering and death, the Force out here still felt purer than it did on Coruscant. Tinged with foreboding for the slaughter to come, and the slaughter still reverberating, but without the oppressive miasma which seemed to pervade the planet. No wonder the Senate had let this spiral out of control, she mused. Without the discipline and purity of the Jedi way, their minds would be clouded over by the Dark Side.

These whisperings of the Force did have a different flavour to what she was used to, however. It was heavy, dripping with portent. There was urgency here, a sense of foreboding which sent shivers down her spine. She hadn't felt like this the day they'd found...she shuddered fully, concentration breaking and the Force slipping away from her. The deafening scream of the guns flooded her ears once more, but she was long-since inured to their cacophony. She might have mused on that awhile, but her two concerns were the Force and victory and that a girl like her didn't flinch at the pounding of cannon didn't help her with either.

Forcing herself to her feet, she glanced once around the camp to be sure there was nothing she was needed for. The plans had been drawn up, the commanders briefed. She could be dead and the Barbican would fall exactly as planned. She'd made sure of it. That was the difference between her and...she'd made sure of it. And, at least until they'd ask her to lead them into battle, the clones had no need for her. Her lightsabre couldn't help an artillery barrage, nor could it feed the soldiers or tend to the wounded.

A flare of something hot and violent surged through her chest, and she stood in the middle of the camp, trembling with emotions she couldn't pin a name on as the preparations for the slaughter continued like clockwork. Gai would have known what to do. She'd always been able to send Nirea on the strangest of errands, and they always turned out to be so much more important than anyone could have guessed. How she'd had such clarity of vision escaped Nirea. Even in her deepest meditative trances in Illum, she'd never grasped anything but fleeting snatches of what might be. More often, she just felt the sense of what would be - no guidance, no help, nothing. She missed that reassuring clarity.

"Ma'am?"

The voice was quiet, a little clipped. A clone's voice. She turned to see Chase - Commander Chase - standing before her, eyes unreadable. A little way behind him was the other Padawans, their faces a mix of pity and contempt, and Nirea sighed, the exhalation drowned out by another gut-thumping shriek of cannonfire. She tried to reach out for the Force, but her balance was gone and it was a distant sensation on her mind. All it promised was death.

"It's time?" She asked after a moment.

"We're moving into position now." Chase confirmed, "If you're ready, we need you move up too."

Nirea inhaled, held it, and exhaled slowly. This would be her first - and only - battle without a Master. Once they were done here, she'd have someone else assigned to her. All she had to do was avoid killing everyone. She glanced over at the Barbican, the weak rays of the morning sun playing over its shattered walls and caved-in dome. Take the fortification. Hold onto it while the rest of the Separatist line was broken. Don't die. Keep as many people alive as possible.

She simply nodded in reply, searching for words and finding herself unable to speak. It didn't matter, she was already moving on through the press of clones up towards the staging area from which they'd launch the assault. As she moved she could feel the gazes of the clones, hear them standing to attention and saluting as she passed by. An entire army at her back, she mused, and then for some reason she shivered.

Breaking out from the camp proper into the staging area, she found herself at the centre of a half-circle of men and materiel. As she approached, they stood to attention, saluting. It felt...off. Gai usually gave a speech at this point in the mission, Nirea realised. Sometimes grand, sometimes casual, but it was always right. Effortlessly perfect. That had been Gai's gift, Nirea realised belatedly, that she could make it all look easy. And now her student was stepping into her shoes and finding out how hard it really was.

She took a deep breath, composed herself, and spoke, but the cannon drowned her words out.

[The Imperial Republic]

•Character Full Name: Ferdinand Simpson

•Gender: Man

•Race/Species: Human

•Age: 20

•Physical Appearance: (Image)

•Homeworld: USA

•Personality: Smart, Strong

•Biography: Ferdinand Was Born To Portuguese People. He Was Quickly Found Out To Be Force Sensitive, And Got A Very Good Teacher.

Soon He Was A Master In The Force, And Became An Assassin To Kill All Tthose Who Wronged Him.

•Lightsaber: Gold

•Force Abilities: Can Run And Jump Very Far

•Preferred Saber Style: Stealth

•Secondary Saber Style:

•Location (Prior to Protocol 66): The Jedi Temple Near EArth

•RP Sample: viewtopic.php?p=30725731#p30725731

This is, by far, the worst app I've seen in any of the roleplays I've participated in or hosted. Denied.

[Brusia]

Hi okay so this is what I've got but I'm not convinced it feels right for a Padawan so if I need to change anything please yell

(Edited cause the 442nd is a canon legion)

•Character Full Name: Nirea Baize

•Gender: Female

•Race: Mirilian

•Age: 15

•Physical Appearance:

(Image)

•Homeworld: Coruscant

•Personality: Reserved, serious and single-minded to the point of tunnel vision. Shaped by both her Jedi training and her experiences in the war, she has a noted fear of failing the Order in any way and somewhat puritanical standards to hold herself (and others) against. This manifests most obviously in her interpersonal relationships, or more accurately her desperate attempts to prevent any. Since the fall and death of her Master she has been not only emotionally isolated but has aggressively shut down attempts from others to bond with her, perceiving any emotional attachment as a string for the Dark Side to pull on. This has itself started to corrode at her restraint, and her fellow padawans have started to give her a wide berth in case she finally snaps - or worse, falls herself.

•Biography: Taken from a lower-level Coruscantii family as an infant, Nirea was raised in the austere luxury of the Jedi Temple. Her family was the Order, her bedtime story the Code, her purpose its principles. She spared no time for the family she never knew - indeed, she was barely even aware that she had a biological family, and the idea that she might be sentimental for it was fully alien to her. Her life was the practice of the Force, her mind and body simply tools to that end and her history irrelevant.

And with that mindset, fully committed to the ideals of the Order, she threw herself into her training - practice, meditation, reading - with what might have been called gusto were it not so calmly detached from any corruptive emotions. Even when her deficiencies were discovered she accepted them as the will of the Force, doing all she could to bring them up to scratch while pivoting her exercises to focus on her strengths more purely. By many, she was seen as a model youngling, an embodiment of the Jedi principles.

At eleven she was picked out to be the Padawan of Jedi Master Raani Gai, a fellow Mirialan as custom dictated. While Nirea had no attachment to Mirialan culture Gai was undeterred, seeing her Padawan as a surrogate child to be taught the ways and customs of both the Jedi order and her own people. For a year Nirea was tutored on Coruscant, with occasional trips offworld for Jedi business, trials and visiting important sites. While she proved a reluctant student of her own history, the history of the Jedi caught her interest and she would spend night after night in libraries and archives as she charted the course of the Order's history. This small flame of true passion was nurtured by Gai, and the two developed an ever-tighter bond as Nirea began to open up more to her Mirialan heritage - even beginning to take the traditional geometric tattoos after praiseworthy achievements.

These times were not to remain, however. The Clone Wars erupted with sudden ferocity, and as the galaxy blazed in the conflagration Master and Padawan were forced into the thick of it with an army suddenly pressed into their hands. Inexperienced in matters of war, it was only the costly lessons of Geonosis and the meagre historical knowledge of warfare which kept the Jedi from death as, time and again, they managed to scrape through battles against far superior opponents. Their men, however, fared worse and each advancement the pair made was bought in blood.

The death and carnage around them caused a strange friction between the two. In the face of the abundant suffering surrounding her Nirea withdrew from external connections to an ever-greater degree, opening up only to Gai and even then in increasingly-fleeting windows. Gai, conversely, threw herself into battles with ever-greater abandon, often recklessly endangering those around her as she tried to end battles as quickly as possible, sparing both the clones and her Padawan as much of the fighting as possible. The clashes between the two when faced with a problem were heated, and often ended with Gai pulling rank to do things her way.

And so, as the war dragged on, Gai found herself slipping into areas of the Force some might consider unnatural. Her missions alone grew longer and longer, and the violence she wreaked grew in intensity, but her shame forced her to hide it from her student for fear of her condemnation. It was a struggle, the Dark Side spreading through her soul like a poison, but it wasn't until the last year of the war, during the Republic's siege of Mirial itself, that the Jedi Master finally fell upon finding a Zygerian outpost set up by the Seperatists. The ensuing destruction was blind and devastating: clones, droids, slavers, all were put to the sword. It took the combined efforts of Nirea's 312th Legion, Nirea herself and a group of Padawans orphaned over the course of the siege to bring the fallen Master down, and the experience scarred Nirea both physically and mentally.

Three days later, one last push was prepared to finally break the Separatist defences. But there would be some...complications...

•Lightsabre:

(Image)

•Force Abilities: Nirea is an unusual student of the Force, in that she can connect deeply with the Force (when she puts her mind to it, that is) but has great difficulty expressing that beyond herself. This allows her a surprising degree of proficiency with techniques such as Curato Salva, Force Speed and Body, Altus Sopor, Precognition and even a limited degree of Farsight. However, the flip side of this is that abilities beyond her personal relationship to the Force are a struggle for even basic tasks - moving relatively small objects and sensing the location of other beings are both distinctly struggles, and exertions beyond this level often prove fruitless.

•Preferred Sabre Style: Through sheer necessity of war Nirea is most proficient with Form III (Soresu). While her difficulties reaching out to the minds of others can handicap her against organics, her attunement to the will of the Force has allowed her to keep pace against training and battle droids with relatively few injuries. Her use of this form is marked by a over-reliance on middle-ring defence and a tendency to break into Form I strikes at inopportune moments, both of which can fatally compromise her defence.

•Secondary Sabre Style: Despite growing rusty from disuse, Nirea was once a moderately capable Form II (Makashi) fighter - certainly good for a Padawan at her peak, but nothing memorable beyond that. As with her Form III technique, she is heavily reliant on the guidance of the Force to keep pace with most opponents and her technique falls apart rapidly if her concentration is disrupted. Her guard is also over-concentrated on the middle-ring, as with Form III, though she rarely shifts to Form I from Form II, pulling instead from Form IV in mostly-ostentatious ways.

•Location: Mirial

•RP Sample:

The guns were drowning out her thoughts again. She forced her rising frustration down with the ease of practice, forcing her emotions into a tranquil stasis as she let the Force flow through her. Even in the midst of all this suffering and death, the Force out here still felt purer than it did on Coruscant. Tinged with foreboding for the slaughter to come, and the slaughter still reverberating, but without the oppressive miasma which seemed to pervade the planet. No wonder the Senate had let this spiral out of control, she mused. Without the discipline and purity of the Jedi way, their minds would be clouded over by the Dark Side.

These whisperings of the Force did have a different flavour to what she was used to, however. It was heavy, dripping with portent. There was urgency here, a sense of foreboding which sent shivers down her spine. She hadn't felt like this the day they'd found...she shuddered fully, concentration breaking and the Force slipping away from her. The deafening scream of the guns flooded her ears once more, but she was long-since inured to their cacophony. She might have mused on that awhile, but her two concerns were the Force and victory and that a girl like her didn't flinch at the pounding of cannon didn't help her with either.

Forcing herself to her feet, she glanced once around the camp to be sure there was nothing she was needed for. The plans had been drawn up, the commanders briefed. She could be dead and the Barbican would fall exactly as planned. She'd made sure of it. That was the difference between her and...she'd made sure of it. And, at least until they'd ask her to lead them into battle, the clones had no need for her. Her lightsabre couldn't help an artillery barrage, nor could it feed the soldiers or tend to the wounded.

A flare of something hot and violent surged through her chest, and she stood in the middle of the camp, trembling with emotions she couldn't pin a name on as the preparations for the slaughter continued like clockwork. Gai would have known what to do. She'd always been able to send Nirea on the strangest of errands, and they always turned out to be so much more important than anyone could have guessed. How she'd had such clarity of vision escaped Nirea. Even in her deepest meditative trances in Illum, she'd never grasped anything but fleeting snatches of what might be. More often, she just felt the sense of what would be - no guidance, no help, nothing. She missed that reassuring clarity.

"Ma'am?"

The voice was quiet, a little clipped. A clone's voice. She turned to see Chase - Commander Chase - standing before her, eyes unreadable. A little way behind him was the other Padawans, their faces a mix of pity and contempt, and Nirea sighed, the exhalation drowned out by another gut-thumping shriek of cannonfire. She tried to reach out for the Force, but her balance was gone and it was a distant sensation on her mind. All it promised was death.

"It's time?" She asked after a moment.

"We're moving into position now." Chase confirmed, "If you're ready, we need you move up too."

Nirea inhaled, held it, and exhaled slowly. This would be her first - and only - battle without a Master. Once they were done here, she'd have someone else assigned to her. All she had to do was avoid killing everyone. She glanced over at the Barbican, the weak rays of the morning sun playing over its shattered walls and caved-in dome. Take the fortification. Hold onto it while the rest of the Separatist line was broken. Don't die. Keep as many people alive as possible.

She simply nodded in reply, searching for words and finding herself unable to speak. It didn't matter, she was already moving on through the press of clones up towards the staging area from which they'd launch the assault. As she moved she could feel the gazes of the clones, hear them standing to attention and saluting as she passed by. An entire army at her back, she mused, and then for some reason she shivered.

Breaking out from the camp proper into the staging area, she found herself at the centre of a half-circle of men and materiel. As she approached, they stood to attention, saluting. It felt...off. Gai usually gave a speech at this point in the mission, Nirea realised. Sometimes grand, sometimes casual, but it was always right. Effortlessly perfect. That had been Gai's gift, Nirea realised belatedly, that she could make it all look easy. And now her student was stepping into her shoes and finding out how hard it really was.

She took a deep breath, composed herself, and spoke, but the cannon drowned her words out.

Looks great, accepted!

[Laiakia]

•Character Full Name: Tuka Tisrygian

•Gender: Male

•Race/Species: Human

•Age: 24

•Physical Appearance: Tuka is a white man with middle-lenght darkbrown hair. His eyecolor is hazel.

•Homeworld: Kuat

•Personality: Cynical, has trust issues, succumbs to anger and rage often under stressful situations. Tuka has, since early life, been cynical to those around him who promise him trust and friendship. He became this way when his childhood friend betrayed him and left him to rot alone in the middle of nowhere. It was only through self-competence and pure sorrow and rage that he managed to survive through the wilderness and eventually returned to his home village.

•Biography: Tuka Tisrygian was born from a low-tier peasant family on the planet of Kuat. His Force Sensitivity was quickly experienced by his family when object would simply fall over or float for simply no reason. Through various means and begging to the higher government, Tuka was taken and tested and when it was positive, was sent to the Jedi Temple on Coruscaunt to become a youngling.

His early life was very much a blur to him as he underwent strict excercise with lightsabers and the Force. He was, as some of the other initiates would call him, a peasant with a temper. He would be lectured and he soon learned it was better to try and conceal his anger, rather than being scolded by the Jedi. After reaching the rank of padawan, he waited for the chance to join a true Jedi on missions all over the galaxy, but none came. There simply weren't enough Jedi for the amount of Padawans. Tuka continued to try to find someone to teach him, but none were available.

It felt like he had waited forever and that he would have to wait forever more until his doom came, but on a fateful day, he was given a task to patrol the Coruscaunt underworld with a squadron of Clones. Finally he would get to show his worth, he thought. But that was not the way it was meant to go, as there would be some issues once he got down there with the squad.

•Lightsabers:

Blades are blue.

•Force Abilities: Tuka, like most other Jedi, has mastery over Force Pull and Force Push. He also quickly learned the Saber Throw, which has saved him in the field on multiple occasions. However, his relative ease with these three abilites has left him with quite a big gap when it comes to Force Jumps and other stronger abilites.

•Preferred Saber Style: Ataru, Jar'Kai variant. This was the first form that Tuka fully mastered. His quick and ruthless strikes combined into a deadly dance which could eliminate his foe should they undersetimate him.

•Secondary Saber Style: Niman. When not using two sabers, Tuka utilizes Form VI, also known as Niman. Though not exactly a master with it, it gets the job done should he come into a sticky situation.

•Location (Prior to Protocol 66): Coruscaunt Underworld Level 3321

•RP Sample: I haven't played a character RP in a long while, but here is a snip from a nation RP. Just tell me if you'd want to see a charater sample

The Lorus System, Archa Galaxy

The Archa Galaxy was a small and new place. So small and new that no life had began evolving. No life except in a lone system at the edge of the galaxy. This system had not always been in the Archa Galaxy. It was once part of a much larger one before it was snatched away by the growing gravitational pull made by the Archa Galaxy. A gigantic yellow star shone unremarkably amongst it's bretheren stars in that specific sector of the galaxy. The many astroidfields and moons that dotted the system was fairly stale and boring, but a single planet with a moon orbited the sun within the circumstellar habitable zone. This planetary body was considered an M class planet and was the homeworld of the United Socialist States of Laiakia, known to them as Lorus. The planet was dominated by a species calling themselves the Morbit. They came from primates, but had very little fur on their bodies except on the top of their heads. The governing body of the USSL had emerged centuries ago as a revolutionary goverment that stood against the corrupt way of the ruling monarchist party and eventually won in their civil war. Another war was triggered by others of their species which caused the USSL to annex and puppet several neighboring states after a costly war which gave them a strong position in the international affairs of Lorus. After another aggressive assault on the remaining free nations of the planet, the United Socialist States established their dominion and secured total stability through various means some may consider to be questionable, but these questions were rarely asked outside private homes. The orbit of Lorus was surrounded by automated defensive platforms made to destroy any unauthorized ships which tried to land. These platforms were made after a huge rebellion occured on their single shipyard in orbit of the planet Borium, which also doubled as a work camp where insurgents and any who questioned the Laiakian state or dug too deep would be sent.

Planet Lorus, Xirax Foundation Intergalactic Sentience Search Array


A bored Morbit male at infront of a computer screen which measured electomagnetic signals transmitted from deep space. The array couldn't detect these signals on it's own, so the Infinity, a huge space station used for experiments and various tests, was modifed to send electromagnetic signatures into the database of the I.S.S.A which would then be translated into a readable message, if it wasn't a random occurance, which was sadly always the case. If it indeed was a random signal, the system would automatically destroy it after translating it in it's system. If it was not a random piece of electrons, the system would reroute the binary translation to a command computer which would then translate the binary into a readable format. Many of the scientists that worked at the I.S.S.A had been transferred to other, more important roles such as improving weapons and trying to find out an effective way to adopt kinetic weaponry in the vaccum of space.

The male groaned as he opened up another tab on the computer and started playing around with various commands that played different videos on the computer. Another male slowly crept up behind the first one, which was quickly startled by a tapping on his shoulder.
"S-Sir! I was just checking on the array now!" The first one said, still slightly startled.
The second male scowled at the other male. "This better be the last time i see you playing that stupid game of One again, Djaga!"
The first male, now known as Djaga, shrunk into his seat and closed his eyes as the older male scolded him. Djaga was thus relieved when two beeps came from his computer, which caused the older male to stop talking. He just stared at the screen in awe as Djaga slowly opened his eyes which instantly met the screen. Djaga read the message out loud, almost like he didn't believe his eyes. "Electromagnetic signatueres intercepted.. Translating into viewable files.. 5% Complete.."

United Socialist States of Laiakia Strategic Command
3 Hours since tranlsation

The Laiakian goverment had been informed extremely quickly after the message had been translated. Many of the military branches had arrived in person to talk about this extraordinary find. Even the Supreme Citizen, Iosef Djigasholov attented in person.

The main metting room was abuzz with chatter from both state press and goverment officials. They all quieted down as the blindes and lights dimmed and the first message appeared on screen. The initial video file had not managed to translate the main file into a Laiakian format, but the audio had been salvaged.

[The Imperial Republic]

•Character Full Name: Tuka Tisrygian

•Gender: Male

•Race/Species: Human

•Age: 24

•Physical Appearance: Tuka is a white man with middle-lenght darkbrown hair. His eyecolor is hazel.

•Homeworld: Kuat

•Personality: Cynical, has trust issues, succumbs to anger and rage often under stressful situations. Tuka has, since early life, been cynical to those around him who promise him trust and friendship. He became this way when his childhood friend betrayed him and left him to rot alone in the middle of nowhere. It was only through self-competence and pure sorrow and rage that he managed to survive through the wilderness and eventually returned to his home village.

•Biography: Tuka Tisrygian was born from a low-tier peasant family on the planet of Kuat. His Force Sensitivity was quickly experienced by his family when object would simply fall over or float for simply no reason. Through various means and begging to the higher government, Tuka was taken and tested and when it was positive, was sent to the Jedi Temple on Coruscaunt to become a youngling.

His early life was very much a blur to him as he underwent strict excercise with lightsabers and the Force. He was, as some of the other initiates would call him, a peasant with a temper. He would be lectured and he soon learned it was better to try and conceal his anger, rather than being scolded by the Jedi. After reaching the rank of padawan, he waited for the chance to join a true Jedi on missions all over the galaxy, but none came. There simply weren't enough Jedi for the amount of Padawans. Tuka continued to try to find someone to teach him, but none were available.

It felt like he had waited forever and that he would have to wait forever more until his doom came, but on a fateful day, he was given a task to patrol the Coruscaunt underworld with a squadron of Clones. Finally he would get to show his worth, he thought. But that was not the way it was meant to go, as there would be some issues once he got down there with the squad.

•Lightsabers:

(Image) Blades are blue.

•Force Abilities: Tuka, like most other Jedi, has mastery over Force Pull and Force Push. He also quickly learned the Saber Throw, which has saved him in the field on multiple occasions. However, his relative ease with these three abilites has left him with quite a big gap when it comes to Force Jumps and other stronger abilites.

•Preferred Saber Style: Jar'Kai. This was the first form that Tuka fully mastered. His quick and ruthless strikes combined into a deadly dance which could eliminate his foe should they undersetimate him.

•Secondary Saber Style: Niman. When not using two sabers, Tuka utilizes Form VI, also known as Niman. Though not exactly a master with it, it gets the job done should he come into a sticky situation.

•Location (Prior to Protocol 66): Coruscaunt Underworld Level 3321

•RP Sample: I haven't played a character RP in a long while, but here is a snip from a nation RP. Just tell me if you'd want to see a charater sample

The Lorus System, Archa Galaxy

The Archa Galaxy was a small and new place. So small and new that no life had began evolving. No life except in a lone system at the edge of the galaxy. This system had not always been in the Archa Galaxy. It was once part of a much larger one before it was snatched away by the growing gravitational pull made by the Archa Galaxy. A gigantic yellow star shone unremarkably amongst it's bretheren stars in that specific sector of the galaxy. The many astroidfields and moons that dotted the system was fairly stale and boring, but a single planet with a moon orbited the sun within the circumstellar habitable zone. This planetary body was considered an M class planet and was the homeworld of the United Socialist States of Laiakia, known to them as Lorus. The planet was dominated by a species calling themselves the Morbit. They came from primates, but had very little fur on their bodies except on the top of their heads. The governing body of the USSL had emerged centuries ago as a revolutionary goverment that stood against the corrupt way of the ruling monarchist party and eventually won in their civil war. Another war was triggered by others of their species which caused the USSL to annex and puppet several neighboring states after a costly war which gave them a strong position in the international affairs of Lorus. After another aggressive assault on the remaining free nations of the planet, the United Socialist States established their dominion and secured total stability through various means some may consider to be questionable, but these questions were rarely asked outside private homes. The orbit of Lorus was surrounded by automated defensive platforms made to destroy any unauthorized ships which tried to land. These platforms were made after a huge rebellion occured on their single shipyard in orbit of the planet Borium, which also doubled as a work camp where insurgents and any who questioned the Laiakian state or dug too deep would be sent.

Planet Lorus, Xirax Foundation Intergalactic Sentience Search Array


A bored Morbit male at infront of a computer screen which measured electomagnetic signals transmitted from deep space. The array couldn't detect these signals on it's own, so the Infinity, a huge space station used for experiments and various tests, was modifed to send electromagnetic signatures into the database of the I.S.S.A which would then be translated into a readable message, if it wasn't a random occurance, which was sadly always the case. If it indeed was a random signal, the system would automatically destroy it after translating it in it's system. If it was not a random piece of electrons, the system would reroute the binary translation to a command computer which would then translate the binary into a readable format. Many of the scientists that worked at the I.S.S.A had been transferred to other, more important roles such as improving weapons and trying to find out an effective way to adopt kinetic weaponry in the vaccum of space.

The male groaned as he opened up another tab on the computer and started playing around with various commands that played different videos on the computer. Another male slowly crept up behind the first one, which was quickly startled by a tapping on his shoulder.
"S-Sir! I was just checking on the array now!" The first one said, still slightly startled.
The second male scowled at the other male. "This better be the last time i see you playing that stupid game of One again, Djaga!"
The first male, now known as Djaga, shrunk into his seat and closed his eyes as the older male scolded him. Djaga was thus relieved when two beeps came from his computer, which caused the older male to stop talking. He just stared at the screen in awe as Djaga slowly opened his eyes which instantly met the screen. Djaga read the message out loud, almost like he didn't believe his eyes. "Electromagnetic signatueres intercepted.. Translating into viewable files.. 5% Complete.."

United Socialist States of Laiakia Strategic Command
3 Hours since tranlsation

The Laiakian goverment had been informed extremely quickly after the message had been translated. Many of the military branches had arrived in person to talk about this extraordinary find. Even the Supreme Citizen, Iosef Djigasholov attented in person.

The main metting room was abuzz with chatter from both state press and goverment officials. They all quieted down as the blindes and lights dimmed and the first message appeared on screen. The initial video file had not managed to translate the main file into a Laiakian format, but the audio had been salvaged.

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•Character Full Name: Andejahi Harbea

•Gender: M

•Race/Species: Human

•Age: 23

•Physical Appearance:

•Homeworld: Subterrel

•Personality: Reserved, Cold and calculating, not letting emotions influence his actions, unless it is the greatest of emotions, triggered by the worst or greatest events.

•Biography: Born to one of the thousands of mining families, Andejahi was forced into the family business of mining at a young age, whilst not mining, had many tasks associated with the export of the planet. His family was perplexed when items, out of the reach of the young Andej, would mysteriously be moved whilst no one but Andej was there. Soon, they discovered items floating, and many other odd features. When the eventually discovered he was the cause of it, the local miners used him to make their jobs easier, excavation, moving carts, etc. Soon, a visiting Republic official from a Senate committee on mining discovered him in the act, passing this off to the Jedi order.


Soon after, a Jedi master on a trip in the area picked up little Andej, and brought him to the Jedi temple on Coruscant. He learned the ways of the force, and eventually became a padawan. He was assigned to a few different Jedi Knights over a few years, before being assigned to a trandoshan Jedi knight named Krussk. Alongside Krussk, he participated in the battle of Muunilinst, Korriban, Tyrok Fields, and multiple naval engagements. Soon after, he passed his trials and became a Jedi Knight, saying goodbye to his mentor.


Andej began his own journey as a Jedi Knight, moving with a clone unit he became relatively close with, the 113th Airborne Brigade, serving with them in multiple CIS insurrections and system invasions. He and the clones knew the war was coming to the end and could feel it in their bones. The sector he and the 113th calmed down, the insurrectionists and the Droid army in the region being smashed and routed. They where recalled to Coruscant.



Currently, he and the 113th are onboard the Venator class Star Destroyer Blade of Retribution, also transporting Rebels and human CIS.


•Lightsaber:

•Force Abilities: As with most other Jedi, has a good grasp upon Pull/Push, but a few other skills, like force healing, force jumps, and a limited grasp on lightsaber throwing.

•Preferred Saber Style: Ataru, as he utilizes a very offensive style, using form IV to it's full potential.

•Secondary Saber Style: Soresu, as he uses it to keep himself safe from those who prefer to attack from range.

•Location : Venator class Star Destroyer Blade of Retribution

•RP Sample:
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[The Imperial Republic]

•Character Full Name: Andejahi Harbea

•Gender: M

•Race/Species: Human

•Age: 23

•Physical Appearance:

(Image)

•Homeworld: Subterrel

•Personality: Reserved, Cold and calculating, not letting emotions influence his actions, unless it is the greatest of emotions, triggered by the worst or greatest events.

•Biography: Born to one of the thousands of mining families, Andejahi was forced into the family business of mining at a young age, whilst not mining, had many tasks associated with the export of the planet. His family was perplexed when items, out of the reach of the young Andej, would mysteriously be moved whilst no one but Andej was there. Soon, they discovered items floating, and many other odd features. When the eventually discovered he was the cause of it, the local miners used him to make their jobs easier, excavation, moving carts, etc. Soon, a visiting Republic official from a Senate committee on mining discovered him in the act, passing this off to the Jedi order.


Soon after, a Jedi master on a trip in the area picked up little Andej, and brought him to the Jedi temple on Coruscant. He learned the ways of the force, and eventually became a padawan. He was assigned to a few different Jedi Knights over a few years, before being assigned to a trandoshan Jedi knight named Krussk. Alongside Krussk, he participated in the battle of Muunilinst, Korriban, Tyrok Fields, and multiple naval engagements. Soon after, he passed his trials and became a Jedi Knight, saying goodbye to his mentor.


Andej began his own journey as a Jedi Knight, moving with a clone unit he became relatively close with, the 113th Airborne Brigade, serving with them in multiple CIS insurrections and system invasions. He and the clones knew the war was coming to the end and could feel it in their bones. The sector he and the 113th calmed down, the insurrectionists and the Droid army in the region being smashed and routed. They where recalled to Coruscant.



Currently, he and the 113th are onboard the Venator class Star Destroyer Blade of Retribution, also transporting Rebels and human CIS.


•Lightsaber:

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•Force Abilities: As with most other Jedi, has a good grasp upon Pull/Push, but a few other skills, like force healing, force jumps, and a limited grasp on lightsaber throwing.

•Preferred Saber Style: Ataru, as he utilizes a very offensive style, using form IV to it's full potential.

•Secondary Saber Style: Soresu, as he uses it to keep himself safe from those who prefer to attack from range.

•Location : Venator class Star Destroyer Blade of Retribution

•RP Sample:
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[The Imperial Republic]

For those that haven't joined the Discord, it is highly recommended for future co-writes and overall coordination!

[Ceisia]

Looks fun, will put up an app tomorrow

[Reverend Norv]

For those that haven't joined the Discord, it is highly recommended for future co-writes and overall coordination!

Discord link doesn't seem to be working for me. That said, Tact is one of the best new writers I've seen on this site in years. Would there be an objection if I created a character who would function as Gai's replacement as Nirea's master, and who would show up on Mirial to join his new Padawan at the worst possible moment?

[Reverend Norv]

•Character Full Name: Fenn Verunas

•Gender: Male

•Race/Species: Miraluka

•Age: 48

•Physical Appearance: Like all Miralukas, Fenn Verunas is fair-skinned, and the grey hair of his species is worn medium-length and combed back from a high forehead. His face is solemn but handsome in an aristocratic way: a long, straight nose; a strong jaw; thin lips. He wears a simple length of white cloth tied around his head as a blindfold, hiding his empty eye sockets from the gaze of others who might find them disturbing. A scar marks his left cheek, running from the jaw to just below the cheekbone. He wears the same simple robes, brown and tan and cream, as most other Jedi.

•Homeworld: Coruscant; Fenn was the child of Miraluka diplomats from Alpheridies who worked at the Senate.

•Personality: Fenn Verunas is defined by a central contradiction. On the one hand, he is highly analytically intelligent, disciplined, thoughtful, and self-controlled. This manifests itself in a myriad of ways: his mastery of Soresu (a style that requires total self-discipline and precision); his unflinching pragmatism in psychoanalyzing and manipulating others; his unshowy efficiency on the battlefield; his aristocratic etiquette and dry, dark humor. But Fenn Verunas is also a deeply caring man - more so, many believe, than a Jedi should be. He follows the heterodox philosophy of the Living Force, seeing the Force in all living things; as a result, he believes less in destiny and prophecy, and more in the power of present relationships with others as a way of connecting to the Force itself. He has a deep care for children, for underdogs, for the weak and the broken. He is capable of vast gentleness; perhaps uniquely for a Jedi Master, he likes to cook for people as an act of caretaking. Fenn's greatest strengths - his skills at using the Force to empathize, understand, communicate, and persuade - are all connected to this more compassionate side of his personality. And so the tension between a deep talent for self-control and an uncontrollable capacity for kindness lies at the heart of Fenn Verunas' character.

•Biography:

Born on Coruscant, Fenn Verunas was the child of Miraluka diplomats who worked in the office of the Senator from Alpheridies. While they surrendered him to the Order as an infant, Fenn always expressed more interest in his parents than was thought suitable for an Initiate; influenced by this life he never had the chance to live, he aped the aristocratic manners of politicians, and excelled as much in his classes on politics, history, and diplomacy as he did with the lightsaber. Though the boy's affectation annoyed and troubled some of his instructors, Yoda made an unexplained decision not to check it; he cautioned that destiny held some purpose for young "Senator Verunas." He was right; in the end, Fenn's childhood play-acting blossomed into the ability to pass for a member of the Republic's social elite - a critical skill for a Jedi diplomat.

Fenn's childhood otherwise passed uneventfully. His peers in Bear Clan would later remember a mannered, thoughtful boy, charming enough to have many friends and cool enough to have few true confidants. He was toward the middle of the pack in his skill with a lightsaber, but attacked his academic classes with unusual gusto, and demonstrated a great facility for the sensing powers of the Force: his ability to empathize, predict, and persuade was remarkable. Thus, he passed his Initiate Trials with flying colors: for a smart young man, reciting the Jedi Code was no challenge. Hooded lightsaber combat, for a Miraluka who saw with the Force at all times anyway, was likewise a trivial test. For his third trial, Fenn was asked to assist doctors with a child who had refused to speak for years after witnessing the death of her parents. With exquisite gentleness, Fenn used the Force to open the child's mind, relive that terrible day with her, and make her realize that she was no longer alone with the nightmares.

It was that success that caught the eye of Qui-Gon Jinn, and Fenn became the maverick Master's last apprentice before Obi-Wan Kenobi. The two seemed an odd pair: the hotheaded, unconventional Jedi and his calm, well-spoken Padawan. The difference was expressed in their lightsaber styles: while Qui-Gon practiced Ataru, Fenn continued to hone his skill at the more restrained art of Soresu. But beneath these superficial differences, Qui-Gon recognized in Fenn a kindred soul, and his teachings took deep root in the young man. Fenn came, like Qui-Gon, to believe that the Force was present in all life, and that to be connected to the Force required rather than forbade deep friendships and loving care for others. He absorbed his master's commitment to underdogs, his stubborn pursuit of justice, his suspicion of unchecked power. For years, the two served as peacekeepers and negotiators, protecting aid shipments and defusing civil wars on the Outer Rim.

Ultimately, Fenn passed his Jedi trials in 35 BBY. His Trial of Skill was administered at the Temple; he demonstrated his agility in an unshowmanlike way, but impressed observers by successfully holding off Cin Drallig for almost half an hour; while he was unable to strike the Battlemaster, neither could the master pierce Fenn's Soresu defense. Likewise, his Trial of Insight took place at the Temple; here, Fenn excelled, as he always had with intellectual pursuits. And while he never spoke afterward of what he had seen in deep meditation during his Trial of the Spirit, he emerged from it chastened, with renewed commitment to standing up for the weak and voiceless.

Fenn's Trial of Courage and Trial of the Flesh, by contrast, took place on a mission to Nar Shaddaa, to negotiate the release of a researcher in Jedi service who had been taken hostage by the Hutts. Fenn was captured, disarmed, and tortured, passing his Trial of the Flesh; upon his escape, he nevertheless chose to go right back to the Hutt audience chamber, alone and still without his lightsaber, and to try again to negotiate. This act, the Jedi Counsel agreed, demonstrated more courage than any battlefield heroics. It also so impressed and unnerved the Hutts that they released the researcher.

As a Jedi Knight, Fenn Verunas chose - as everyone had expected - to take the path of the Consular. He spent years negotiating with planetary rulers, brokering ceasefires, representing the Order in the Galactic Senate, and investigating corporate misconduct. He became known both as one of the Jedi's most effective roving ambassadors - Mace Windu once said that Verunas "could get a man to sheathe his blade with the blood still dripping from it" - and as a dangerous political foe of the Trade Federation. Shortly after the Battle of Naboo, Fenn was instrumental in building support in the Senate for the new laws ordering the Federation to reduce its military power. The Federation responded by placing a hefty bounty on his head, and Fenn thereafter acquired a significant reputation among the galaxy's bounty hunters as a dangerous prey indeed. Among Jedi, his reputation was for a different set of skills: Fenn proved a naturally gifted teacher, patient and empathetic and gentle, and he successfully trained two Padawans who followed in his steps as distinguished knights and consulars.

As the Separatist Crisis worsened, Fenn's activity reached fever pitch: he moved from planet to planet, sometimes a dozen in a month, frantically negotiating with local leaders to convince them to throw in with the Republic instead of the Confederacy. As a result, he and his Padawan happened to already be in the vicinity of Genosis when Mace Windu issued a call for a strike team to launch a rescue mission on the planet. Fenn answered the call, despite his misgivings that it would lead to all-out war, because he had shared a master with Obi-Wan Kenobi and the two knights were friends. In the ensuing battle, Fenn was badly wounded and his third padawan - just thirteen years old - was killed. He would not take another apprentice for three years.

In the aftermath of the battle, the Council named Fenn a Jedi Master. It also named him a general - though he continued to prefer the title of ambassador. But unlike most Jedi, Fenn never took command of a legion. Instead, given his skill at persuasion and diplomacy, he was assigned to organize resistance on worlds occupied by the Confederacy, or to negotiate with the leaders of neutral systems to convince them to side with the Republic. Thus, Fenn spent most of the first year of the war on Ryloth, helping to lead the desperate Twi'lek resistance on that world against impossible odds, until he was finally relieved by Mace Windu and his Lightning Squadron. Thereafter, he represented the Republic in negotiations with Doge Nakha Urus to secure the vital natural resources of the Dugs; negotiated with local authorities and CIS commanders to preserve the independence of Pantora; organized and advised rebels on Onderon, in which capacity he was vital to Lux Bontieri in leading the system to defect to the Republic; and served the same role on Mon Cala for Prince Lee-Char. The Confederacy named Fenn a priority target and increased the bounty on his head - for whenever he arrived in a system, rebellion soon followed.

For his part, Fenn moved doggedly from one world to the next, inspiring and persuading and manipulating, refusing to slow down for long enough to reckon with the pain of seeing the galaxy he'd struggled for decades to preserve claw itself apart around him like a rabid beast. Nightmares of his last padawan's death left him reluctant to take on another apprentice, especially amid the chaos of war. Ultimately, though, a special case arose: Nirea Baize, the Mirialan padawan who had been forced to kill her own master. In Nirea's story, Fenn saw at last a chance to do one simply decent thing amid all the moral ambiguities and sacrifices of the war: one way to reach out to another person, and see the Living Force reflected there. And so he has come to Mirial to replace Raani Gai, and to meet his new apprentice - on the last day of the Republic...

•Lightsaber: A conventional lightsaber with a green kyber crystal. The hilt, unusually, is made from Brylark wood, with the activation stud and power adjustment knob made from bronze and discreetly worked into the natural whorls and burls of the wood. The hilt is also slightly longer than usual, so that when Fenn places one hand at each end, he has more exact control over small motions of the blade: ideal for the precise, minimalistic deflections and parries of Soresu.

•Force Abilities:

Fenn Verunas is a skilled Jedi Master with a variety of force abilities. He has a talent for curato salva and for Force healing, which extends to channeling the Force within his own body in other ways: he is expert in tutaminis, and can use Force Valor to boost his own speed, strength, and reflexes for brief periods. Likewise, like most Jedi after years of war, he is competent with Force Jump, Force Pull, and Force Push, though he lacks the raw telekinetic power of many Jedi Guardians in those areas. He makes up for this, however, in precision; unexpected Force disarms and trips are an important part of his fighting style.

But Fenn's great gifts have always been elsewhere: he is one of the most powerful Jedi telepaths. He can use the Force to read minds, to feel what others feel, and as a result he can understand any language and bond with nearly any animal. Likewise, he can sense the next move of most foes a split-second before they make it, and so he counters most attacks before they are even properly begun. And Fenn can use this connection between minds and souls to his own advantage: his facility with Force persuasion is so deep and subtle that most people he works on never even realize they have been manipulated. In extreme cases, this takes the form of battle meditation: a Force power that enables Fenn to inspire those around him to feats that they themselves believed impossible. And in combat, Fenn can even cause most foes to faint or go blind, simply by convincing them that their brains lack oxygen or that their eyes lack light.

•Preferred Saber Style: Fenn Verunas is the rare Jedi Master to have trained exclusively in Form III - Soresu. He is regarded as one of the five or ten finest practitioners of this style in the Jedi Order. In some ways, his technique is classical: he relies on small, precise motions of the lightsaber fairly close to the body, deflecting each blow or blaster bolt just enough that it misses. This economy of motion ensures that no holes are left in the defense, and that Fenn never overextends himself. It allows him to outlast stronger, more aggressive foes. But in other ways, Fenn has developed his own distinct style of Soresu, based on his remarkable telepathic abilities. Because he knows most enemies' next moves a split-second before they make them, he uses a kind of preemptive defense: deflecting blows when they have hardly begun, or using Force disarms or Force trips to preempt an enemy's attack before it can even be made at all. As a result, Fenn's Soresu is less a static defense and more a kind of smothering pressure, instantly shutting down any attack an enemy tries to make, driving the foe to panic and carelessness and exhaustion - so that finally he makes a mistake, and Fenn can end the fight with a single precise counterattack.

•Location: Arriving on Mirial with his trusty research droid SR-2.

•RP Sample: My credentials are in my sig.

[The Imperial Republic]

•Character Full Name: Fenn Verunas

•Gender: Male

•Race/Species: Miraluka

•Age: 48

•Physical Appearance: Like all Miralukas, Fenn Verunas is fair-skinned, and the grey hair of his species is worn medium-length and combed back from a high forehead. His face is solemn but handsome in an aristocratic way: a long, straight nose; a strong jaw; thin lips. He wears a simple length of white cloth tied around his head as a blindfold, hiding his empty eye sockets from the gaze of others who might find them disturbing. A scar marks his left cheek, running from the jaw to just below the cheekbone. He wears the same simple robes, brown and tan and cream, as most other Jedi.

•Homeworld: Coruscant; Fenn was the child of Miraluka diplomats from Alpheridies who worked at the Senate.

•Personality: Fenn Verunas is defined by a central contradiction. On the one hand, he is highly analytically intelligent, disciplined, thoughtful, and self-controlled. This manifests itself in a myriad of ways: his mastery of Soresu (a style that requires total self-discipline and precision); his unflinching pragmatism in psychoanalyzing and manipulating others; his unshowy efficiency on the battlefield; his aristocratic etiquette and dry, dark humor. But Fenn Verunas is also a deeply caring man - more so, many believe, than a Jedi should be. He follows the heterodox philosophy of the Living Force, seeing the Force in all living things; as a result, he believes less in destiny and prophecy, and more in the power of present relationships with others as a way of connecting to the Force itself. He has a deep care for children, for underdogs, for the weak and the broken. He is capable of vast gentleness; perhaps uniquely for a Jedi Master, he likes to cook for people as an act of caretaking. Fenn's greatest strengths - his skills at using the Force to empathize, understand, communicate, and persuade - are all connected to this more compassionate side of his personality. And so the tension between a deep talent for self-control and an uncontrollable capacity for kindness lies at the heart of Fenn Verunas' character.

•Biography:

Born on Coruscant, Fenn Verunas was the child of Miraluka diplomats who worked in the office of the Senator from Alpheridies. While they surrendered him to the Order as an infant, Fenn always expressed more interest in his parents than was thought suitable for an Initiate; influenced by this life he never had the chance to live, he aped the aristocratic manners of politicians, and excelled as much in his classes on politics, history, and diplomacy as he did with the lightsaber. Though the boy's affectation annoyed and troubled some of his instructors, Yoda made an unexplained decision not to check it; he cautioned that destiny held some purpose for young "Senator Verunas." He was right; in the end, Fenn's childhood play-acting blossomed into the ability to pass for a member of the Republic's social elite - a critical skill for a Jedi diplomat.

Fenn's childhood otherwise passed uneventfully. His peers in Bear Clan would later remember a mannered, thoughtful boy, charming enough to have many friends and cool enough to have few true confidants. He was toward the middle of the pack in his skill with a lightsaber, but attacked his academic classes with unusual gusto, and demonstrated a great facility for the sensing powers of the Force: his ability to empathize, predict, and persuade was remarkable. Thus, he passed his Initiate Trials with flying colors: for a smart young man, reciting the Jedi Code was no challenge. Hooded lightsaber combat, for a Miraluka who saw with the Force at all times anyway, was likewise a trivial test. For his third trial, Fenn was asked to assist doctors with a child who had refused to speak for years after witnessing the death of her parents. With exquisite gentleness, Fenn used the Force to open the child's mind, relive that terrible day with her, and make her realize that she was no longer alone with the nightmares.

It was that success that caught the eye of Qui-Gon Jinn, and Fenn became the maverick Master's last apprentice before Obi-Wan Kenobi. The two seemed an odd pair: the hotheaded, unconventional Jedi and his calm, well-spoken Padawan. The difference was expressed in their lightsaber styles: while Qui-Gon practiced Ataru, Fenn continued to hone his skill at the more restrained art of Soresu. But beneath these superficial differences, Qui-Gon recognized in Fenn a kindred soul, and his teachings took deep root in the young man. Fenn came, like Qui-Gon, to believe that the Force was present in all life, and that to be connected to the Force required rather than forbade deep friendships and loving care for others. He absorbed his master's commitment to underdogs, his stubborn pursuit of justice, his suspicion of unchecked power. For years, the two served as peacekeepers and negotiators, protecting aid shipments and defusing civil wars on the Outer Rim.

Ultimately, Fenn passed his Jedi trials in 35 BBY. His Trial of Skill was administered at the Temple; he demonstrated his agility in an unshowmanlike way, but impressed observers by successfully holding off Cin Drallig for almost half an hour; while he was unable to strike the Battlemaster, neither could the master pierce Fenn's Soresu defense. Likewise, his Trial of Insight took place at the Temple; here, Fenn excelled, as he always had with intellectual pursuits. And while he never spoke afterward of what he had seen in deep meditation during his Trial of the Spirit, he emerged from it chastened, with renewed commitment to standing up for the weak and voiceless.

Fenn's Trial of Courage and Trial of the Flesh, by contrast, took place on a mission to Nar Shaddaa, to negotiate the release of a researcher in Jedi service who had been taken hostage by the Hutts. Fenn was captured, disarmed, and tortured, passing his Trial of the Flesh; upon his escape, he nevertheless chose to go right back to the Hutt audience chamber, alone and still without his lightsaber, and to try again to negotiate. This act, the Jedi Counsel agreed, demonstrated more courage than any battlefield heroics. It also so impressed and unnerved the Hutts that they released the researcher.

As a Jedi Knight, Fenn Verunas chose - as everyone had expected - to take the path of the Consular. He spent years negotiating with planetary rulers, brokering ceasefires, representing the Order in the Galactic Senate, and investigating corporate misconduct. He became known both as one of the Jedi's most effective roving ambassadors - Mace Windu once said that Verunas "could get a man to sheathe his blade with the blood still dripping from it" - and as a dangerous political foe of the Trade Federation. Shortly after the Battle of Naboo, Fenn was instrumental in building support in the Senate for the new laws ordering the Federation to reduce its military power. The Federation responded by placing a hefty bounty on his head, and Fenn thereafter acquired a significant reputation among the galaxy's bounty hunters as a dangerous prey indeed. Among Jedi, his reputation was for a different set of skills: Fenn proved a naturally gifted teacher, patient and empathetic and gentle, and he successfully trained two Padawans who followed in his steps as distinguished knights and consulars.

As the Separatist Crisis worsened, Fenn's activity reached fever pitch: he moved from planet to planet, sometimes a dozen in a month, frantically negotiating with local leaders to convince them to throw in with the Republic instead of the Confederacy. As a result, he and his Padawan happened to already be in the vicinity of Genosis when Mace Windu issued a call for a strike team to launch a rescue mission on the planet. Fenn answered the call, despite his misgivings that it would lead to all-out war, because he had shared a master with Obi-Wan Kenobi and the two knights were friends. In the ensuing battle, Fenn was badly wounded and his third padawan - just thirteen years old - was killed. He would not take another apprentice for three years.

In the aftermath of the battle, the Council named Fenn a Jedi Master. It also named him a general - though he continued to prefer the title of ambassador. But unlike most Jedi, Fenn never took command of a legion. Instead, given his skill at persuasion and diplomacy, he was assigned to organize resistance on worlds occupied by the Confederacy, or to negotiate with the leaders of neutral systems to convince them to side with the Republic. Thus, Fenn spent most of the first year of the war on Ryloth, helping to lead the desperate Twi'lek resistance on that world against impossible odds, until he was finally relieved by Mace Windu and his Lightning Squadron. Thereafter, he represented the Republic in negotiations with Doge Nakha Urus to secure the vital natural resources of the Dugs; negotiated with local authorities and CIS commanders to preserve the independence of Pantora; organized and advised rebels on Onderon, in which capacity he was vital to Lux Bontieri in leading the system to defect to the Republic; and served the same role on Mon Cala for Prince Lee-Char. The Confederacy named Fenn a priority target and increased the bounty on his head - for whenever he arrived in a system, rebellion soon followed.

For his part, Fenn moved doggedly from one world to the next, inspiring and persuading and manipulating, refusing to slow down for long enough to reckon with the pain of seeing the galaxy he'd struggled for decades to preserve claw itself apart around him like a rabid beast. Nightmares of his last padawan's death left him reluctant to take on another apprentice, especially amid the chaos of war. Ultimately, though, a special case arose: Nirea Baize, the Mirialan padawan who had been forced to kill her own master. In Nirea's story, Fenn saw at last a chance to do one simply decent thing amid all the moral ambiguities and sacrifices of the war: one way to reach out to another person, and see the Living Force reflected there. And so he has come to Mirial to replace Raani Gai, and to meet his new apprentice - on the last day of the Republic...

•Lightsaber: A conventional lightsaber with a green kyber crystal. The hilt, unusually, is made from Brylark wood, with the activation stud and power adjustment knob made from bronze and discreetly worked into the natural whorls and burls of the wood. The hilt is also slightly longer than usual, so that when Fenn places one hand at each end, he has more exact control over small motions of the blade: ideal for the precise, minimalistic deflections and parries of Soresu.

•Force Abilities:

Fenn Verunas is a skilled Jedi Master with a variety of force abilities. He has a talent for curato salva and for Force healing, which extends to channeling the Force within his own body in other ways: he is expert in tutaminis, and can use Force Valor to boost his own speed, strength, and reflexes for brief periods. Likewise, like most Jedi after years of war, he is competent with Force Jump, Force Pull, and Force Push, though he lacks the raw telekinetic power of many Jedi Guardians in those areas. He makes up for this, however, in precision; unexpected Force disarms and trips are an important part of his fighting style.

But Fenn's great gifts have always been elsewhere: he is one of the most powerful Jedi telepaths. He can use the Force to read minds, to feel what others feel, and as a result he can understand any language and bond with nearly any animal. Likewise, he can sense the next move of most foes a split-second before they make it, and so he counters most attacks before they are even properly begun. And Fenn can use this connection between minds and souls to his own advantage: his facility with Force persuasion is so deep and subtle that most people he works on never even realize they have been manipulated. In extreme cases, this takes the form of battle meditation: a Force power that enables Fenn to inspire those around him to feats that they themselves believed impossible. And in combat, Fenn can even cause most foes to faint or go blind, simply by convincing them that their brains lack oxygen or that their eyes lack light.

•Preferred Saber Style: Fenn Verunas is the rare Jedi Master to have trained exclusively in Form III - Soresu. He is regarded as one of the five or ten finest practitioners of this style in the Jedi Order. In some ways, his technique is classical: he relies on small, precise motions of the lightsaber fairly close to the body, deflecting each blow or blaster bolt just enough that it misses. This economy of motion ensures that no holes are left in the defense, and that Fenn never overextends himself. It allows him to outlast stronger, more aggressive foes. But in other ways, Fenn has developed his own distinct style of Soresu, based on his remarkable telepathic abilities. Because he knows most enemies' next moves a split-second before they make them, he uses a kind of preemptive defense: deflecting blows when they have hardly begun, or using Force disarms or Force trips to preempt an enemy's attack before it can even be made at all. As a result, Fenn's Soresu is less a static defense and more a kind of smothering pressure, instantly shutting down any attack an enemy tries to make, driving the foe to panic and carelessness and exhaustion - so that finally he makes a mistake, and Fenn can end the fight with a single precise counterattack.

•Location: Arriving on Mirial with his trusty research droid SR-2.

•RP Sample: My credentials are in my sig.

A wonderful app! You've been accepted!

[Richonne]

Definately interested.

With my schedule being super inconsistent, it just happens to be I work till I gotta go to bed today, then get up and go to work first thing tomorrow.

Have a character ready sometime tomorrow night, maybe Monday (off that day) depends on how shitty work is Sunday.

[The Imperial Republic]

Definately interested.

With my schedule being super inconsistent, it just happens to be I work till I gotta go to bed today, then get up and go to work first thing tomorrow.

Have a character ready sometime tomorrow night, maybe Monday (off that day) depends on how shitty work is Sunday.

No problem! If you'd like, you can join the Discord and chat with our crew!

[Revlona]

•Character Full Name: Nardrashtasch (Nard to friends)

•Gender: Male

•Race/Species: Wookie

•Age: 120

•Physical Appearance:

•Homeworld: Kashyyyk

•Personality: A gentle and caring being, Nard dislikes the idea of killing but will not shy away from the option of doing so should the need arise. He is an individual whose loyalty is hard to gain yet once done he will stake life and limb for you.

•Biography: Narr was born long ago on kashyyyk to parents he doesn’t remember, in a place he wouldn’t know. He was taken as a child as many force sensitive children were and raised to be a Jedi. Nard was dutiful in his studies and quickly progressed to be a Jedi Padawan under his Master, the humans Jedi Knight Athe Yukaro. The two formed a tight bond as they travelled the galaxy, training along the way. Nard and Athe took part in several peace keeping missions in the near 10 years of his padawan training, a time deemed necessary by his species' slow growth and maturity. Finally at the age of 20 he took the tests to become a Jedi Knight and passed with high marks. His life up until the clone wars was rather uneventful other than being entrusted with a Mon Cal Padawan named Akrai Hugart. This Padawan, now a Knight, later died in the clone wars under a hail of droid blasters. Nard took part in several campaigns of the Clone wars, the first battle of geonosis being one such, he saw the horrors of war first hand there and was an out spoken proponent of peace talks ever since. Near the end of the war Nard took a wound in the upper shoulder and was sent back to the Jedi temple in order to rest and recover.

•Lightsaber:

An orange saber staff.

•Force Abilities: As a Jedi Sentinel Nards skillset is a blend of both Consular and Guardian. He is skilled at using most forms of the Force in Combat and out of it. These include but are not limited to force push, jump, telekinesis, strength and speed.

•Preferred Saber Style: Form V, Djem So

•Secondary(Second favored, Optional): Form IV, Ataru

•Location : The Jedi Temple

•RP Sample: viewtopic.php?p=36821582#p36821582

[The Imperial Republic]

•Character Full Name: Nardrashtasch (Nard to friends)

•Gender: Male

•Race/Species: Wookie

•Age: 120

•Physical Appearance:

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•Homeworld: Kashyyyk

•Personality: A gentle and caring being, Nard dislikes the idea of killing but will not shy away from the option of doing so should the need arise. He is an individual whose loyalty is hard to gain yet once done he will stake life and limb for you.

•Biography: Narr was born long ago on kashyyyk to parents he doesn’t remember, in a place he wouldn’t know. He was taken as a child as many force sensitive children were and raised to be a Jedi. Nard was dutiful in his studies and quickly progressed to be a Jedi Padawan under his Master, the humans Jedi Knight Athe Yukaro. The two formed a tight bond as they travelled the galaxy, training along the way. Nard and Athe took part in several peace keeping missions in the near 10 years of his padawan training, a time deemed necessary by his species' slow growth and maturity. Finally at the age of 20 he took the tests to become a Jedi Knight and passed with high marks. His life up until the clone wars was rather uneventful other than being entrusted with a Mon Cal Padawan named Akrai Hugart. This Padawan, now a Knight, later died in the clone wars under a hail of droid blasters. Nard took part in several campaigns of the Clone wars, the first battle of geonosis being one such, he saw the horrors of war first hand there and was an out spoken proponent of peace talks ever since. Near the end of the war Nard took a wound in the upper shoulder and was sent back to the Jedi temple in order to rest and recover.

•Lightsaber:

(Image)

An orange saber staff.

•Force Abilities: As a Jedi Sentinel Nards skillset is a blend of both Consular and Guardian. He is skilled at using most forms of the Force in Combat and out of it. These include but are not limited to force push, jump, telekinesis, strength and speed.

•Preferred Saber Style: Form V, Djem So

•Secondary(Second favored, Optional): Form IV, Ataru

•Location : The Jedi Temple

•RP Sample: viewtopic.php?p=36821582#p36821582

Accepted.

[Richonne]

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[Brusia]

•Character Full Name: Jackeny “Jack” Stomor

•Gender: Female

•Race/Species: Human

•Age: 38

•Physical Appearance: https://c10.patreonusercontent.com/3/ey ... hj1lcjU%3D

•Homeworld: Sparrowhawk a VCX-100 light freighter

•Personality: Jack has seen conflict most of her life, what peace she sees she revels in it. She is haunted by memories of war. She cannot get the images of violence out of her mind. She prefers to face problems head-on; a simple direct solution is the best path to success.

•Biography: Jack was born to Correlian smugglers on their ship. Jack spent the first three months aboard the Sparrowhawk. During a routine trip gone wrong the Sparrowhawk had to make an emergency barely controlled landing. They would have been killed by the people who shot them down if it were not for a Jedi saving them. The Jedi that came to their aid because Jack was strong with the Force. They reluctantly gave Jack over to the Jedi for training. As Jedi Initiate, she was described as gifted with raw Force skill. When she passed the Initiate Trials, she was picked by Nawos Ra a female Cathar. For the next decade Nawos taught Jack what it means to be a Jedi, they are not heroes, they are not saviors, they are servants to Force and to the people. Nawos also trained Jack to be a Jedi Ace.

After training for a decade, Jack underwent the Trials of Knighthood and passed. Jack was knighted. She took on Dot Rhund a female Nautolan as a padawan a couple of years later. She trained Dot for ten years, Dot passed the Trials of Knighthood. Since Jack was able to successfully train a Padawan who able to successfully pass the Trials of Knighthood she was promoted to Master mere days before the start of the Clone Wars. When the Clone Wars started Jack & Dot served as Generals in the Grand Army of the Republic, they never saw each other again. Shortly after the start of the Clone Wars Jack took Radrume a male Zabrak as her Padawan. Rad was on the verge of being kicked out of the Order, he was overly ambitious. During the Clone Wars Rad proved to be extremely reckless. He got an entire regiment killed not to mention the numerous civilian casualties. When Jack confronted Rad about it, he became extremely angry and attacked Jack. Jack was forced to defend herself, when Jack was about win Rad pulled the adjacent wall down. Jack was forced to call off the attack to save herself and a bunch of clones. Rad ran away in the chaos. Jack and the rest of her legion were sent to hunt down Rad, when they finally found Rad after a year of searching, he had fallen to the Dark Side. Jack was forced to kill Rad. After killing her Padawan, Jack took a leave of absence she went into meditation. She returned to the Clone Wars a year after the death of Rad, to take command of the Normandy. She also became Jaydak Hopwood’s new master.

•Lightsaber: She has a Split Saber made from her original Lightsaber & Rad’s Lightsaber.
Jack’s Lightsaber: https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1440/ ... 1557534973 Has a cyan colored blade. Used to have two that interlocked but she sacrificed one stopping her former Padawan Rad.
Rad’s Lightsaber: https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1440/ ... 1557791258 Has a bronze/orange blade. Modified to interlock with her lightsaber.
They were built with bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse allowing it to operate under water.

•Force Abilities: Telekinesis (Force Push, Force Pull, Force Stasis, Force Grip, Force Throw, Force Crush, Force Wave, Force Barrier, Saber Throw), Telepathy (Mind Trick), Force Vision, Force Sense, Force Jump, Force Dash

•Preferred Saber Style: Jar’Kai

•Secondary Saber Style: Form VI, also known as Niman

•Location (Prior to Protocol 66): On board the Chronon Shikra a YT-1300f light freighter, about an hour from docking on the Normandy a Venator-class Star Destroyers

Ships Owned: Chronon Shikra a YT-1300f light freighter & a Delta-7 Aethersprite-class light interceptor
Droid: R4-P19

•Character Full Name: Jaydak “Jay” Hopwood

•Gender: Female

•Race/Species: Human

•Age: 21

•Physical Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7c/67/55/7c67 ... 50d2cb.jpg

•Homeworld: Hosnian Prime

•Personality: Jay is not confident in her own abilities, but she projects confidence so as not to disappoint her master and so as not lose the respect of the clones serving under her. She is always calm, no matter what the situation. She never raises her voice or let her emotions control her.

•Biography: Jay was born into slavery. Her owner had no desire to keep her around, she was sold within a month. Before her first birthday she was acquired by the Jedi. She showed great strength in the Force and a complete devotion to the Jedi Code. When she passed the Initiate Trials, she was picked by Ahosa Nyliim a female Togruta. She trained under Ahosa for five years before the start of the Clone Wars. During those five years she was trained to be a Jedi Ace.

During the Clone Wars she served aboard the Normandy a Venator-class Star Destroyer. During the final year of the Clone Wars they encountered a new type of assassin droid. They were tasked with investigating the source of this assassin droid. Ahosa & Jay led their clone troopers on an assault of the factory. When they go their they found little to no activity, they found several dead engineers and four destroyed droids as well as numerous inactive droids. When they got to the heart of the factory, they found a droid head attached to the machinery it spoke, most noteworthy thing it said was to insult them by calling them meatbags. When they refused to give it a body it activated the dormant droids and started up the factory. Ahosa led two regiments to the center of the factory to destroy it while Jay led the other two regiments back to their landing craft to safeguard them to prevent the droids from escaping. While defending the landing craft Jay received a final transmission from Ahosa, she was mortally wounded, and the timer was destroyed someone was going to have to manually set off the explosives. Jay held off long enough for the survivors of the two regiments that went with Ahosa to evacuate. A month after the death of her master Jackeny Stomor was assigned to replace Ahosa.

•Lightsaber: A Lightsaber & a Shoto
Lightsaber: https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1440/ ... 1556602682 With a magenta blade.
Shoto: https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1440/ ... 1556588158 With an indigo blade
Both were made with Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so they could perform under water.

•Force Abilities: Telekinesis (Force Push, Force Pull, Force Stasis, Force Grip, Force Throw, Force Crush, Force Wave, Saber Throw), Telepathy (Mind Trick, Taming Beasts), Force Vision, Force Sense, Force Jump, Force Dash

•Preferred Saber Style: Jar’Kai with a reverse grip on the shoto

•Secondary Saber Style: Form V, also known as Shien & Djem So with a reverse grip

•Location (Prior to Protocol 66): On board the Normandy a Venator-class Star Destroyer

Ships Owned: Delta-7 Aethersprite-class light interceptor
Droid: R4-P31

Five years before the start of the Clone Wars a Twi'lek named Pebdaviw was intentionally exposed to a highly addictive drug by a criminal syndicate. While high on the drug Pebdaviw killed his master. His mind was forever altered by the drug. The drug made it harder for him to control his emotions. Pebdaviw completely bypassed the first stage of grief and became stuck in the second stage, anger. He fell to the Dark Side. He tracked down the syndicate responsible and slaughtered them all. He went dark for a while, but he reemerged tracking down and killing a cartel dealing in drugs.

The Jedi Council assigned the task of handling Pebdaviw to Jack & Dot. Dot and Pebdaviw were in the same clan. Jack spent six months training their clan while deciding who she would take as a Padawan. They were also the closest to his last known location. Jack & Dot investigated every clue and crime scene for a month. They eventually catch up and confront him. He stood before them flanked by mind-controlled criminals. They could clearly see he had fallen but also that he was clearly on drugs.

Dot was the first talk. “Viw please stop this. We can get you help. It doesn’t have to end this way.” Dot wanted nothing more than to help her friend, to bring him back to the light.

Jack could tell Pebdaviw was extremely high. She knew the probability of this where everyone walked away alive was growing worse by the second. Pebdaviw was becoming increasingly erratic. His mind-controlled thralls were thumbing their weapons. She put her hand Dot’s right shoulder and tapped three times a gesture Dot knew meant to pay attention to the thralls.

“Viw please! I beg you don’t make me…” Suddenly one of the thralls shot at Dot. Jack blocked it with her Lightsaber she threw the other one taking out all the thralls. Pebdaviw then lunged forward with his double-bladed lightsaber all rage no intelligence, screaming unintelligibly. Jack blocked the attack. “Dot it is to late for him. Do the right thing for the man you knew. He wouldn’t want to live like this.” Dot killed Pebdaviw. She caught his corpse before it hit the ground. Jack collected a blood sample and they gave Pebdaviw a Jedi funeral. Later that night on Jack’s ship the Chronon Shikra she transmitted a the analysis of the blood sample back to Council.

Sorry it took so long, Had the characters fully ready except for the personality last night, this morning I worked on that but became unsatisfied with the personality and history combo. So I reworked everything. Then I still had to come up with a sample.

I see I am not the only fan of Saberforge around here.

A few pointers before Imperial does a full review: I'd suggest doing a quick proofread and correcting some grammatical errors (which I suspect probably snuck in when you reworked the app). Also (much as I appreciate a Mass Effect reference ) to the best of my knowledge, "Normandy" would have no meaning in the Star Wars universe, so I'd suggest a different name for your character's flagship.

[Richonne]

When i typed that up it was in Word. Word didn’t like some of the spellings but it gave no grammatical errors.

As for the name of the Flag ship not going to matter much since it is full of evil clones and they are going to abandon it.

[Skaldia]

•Character Full Name: Ezko Rask

Theme

•Gender: Male

•Race/Species: Human

•Age: 33

•Physical Appearance: > >

•Homeworld: Abregado-rae

•Personality:

Whilst the world degenerates into madness and chaos around him, battles are waged, with endless bloodshed spilled across fields in great cascading waves; Ezko's attitude remains as calm and tranquil as the endless stillness of the Abyss. A life of loss and hardship has taught him to care and cherish those that surround him, yet he can no longer find it within himself to become attached to any individual that might want of him. For despite his feelings for them, he cannot guarantee their safety from the darkness of this world, he cannot risk those exaggerated feelings of loss again.

Ezko generally tends to seclude himself from people, whilst living his life in an almost tamed state of paranoia. He is however, no ignorant fool. Esko is well aware of how he is perceived by others, the cold, bitter snare of his persona. He appreciates that while he may no longer have time for his fleeting fancies there are others that should stand and fight for their love. This in turn is but one of the aspects of why he fights the darkness. He suffers so that others might not have to.

Due to the nature of his enlistment, Ezko believes that while operating in the field everything that happens must relate to the mission and its current objectives. He causes the atmosphere of the situation to become so formalized, it leaves little room for a social nature. Even when not working, Ezko remains a blunt and honest man, and almost doesn’t see the point of small talk if it doesn’t have a purpose. Unfortunately it makes him rather macabre and dull, resistant to changes in his life style and the way he lives. If an action is justified, he can adopt it into his habitual return almost instantly and flawlessly.

Every morning he awakens to perform the same routine in preparation for his duties and what the day ahead may yet hold. Every time he’s on a mission he reacts the same way around his superiors, often frigid and cold, concise and to the point; in order to get on with the mission. In a sense, his life almost seems to run by clockwork some days, and people have questioned whether Ezko is actually alive or just as cold and monotonous as the calculations he performs in his head.

Ultimately Ezko is perceived as a level-headed man, with a good sense of logic and reasoning and capable of showing an impressive level of initiative. He remains usually rather calm and collected under pressure and while his formal level of life can sometimes be a little off-putting, just talking to him; it becomes apparent why he is a suitable addition to the ranks of the Jedi.

 
•Biography:

"I was born on the Gados dominated world of Abregado-rae to what I thought were fishermen. My mother drowned when I was still an infant and thus I never knew the comfort of a mother. Instead, I helped my father when I could walk with his business. It was not long before I discovered that the business was in fact smuggling goods stolen from around Phrystal Island to interested parties in Le Yer. However, I proved too stubborn and soon at the age of five, I had ran away from my abusive home and was running with other street urchins in the city of Le Yer trying to steal enough to earn a bit to eat. It was not long before a passing Jedi Knight and I collided paths, quite literally as I tried to pickpocket him. Needless to say, I failed but I also was recognized as force sensitive. I left Abregado-rae far behind after that and traveled to Coruscant."

"I soon forgot the face of all those I had known as I devoted myself completely to my training. It was not long before I traveled to Ilum for the Gathering and chose my crystal, a brilliant white light that reminded me of the sands of my home world. Soon after came the Initiate Trials that allowed me to be selected by the reclusive and talented Master Jedi, Surok Kant. It was a bit of controversy, considering Surok had only taken one padawan before in his long service to the Jedi Temple and had preferred the wilds of the Outer Rim Territories over the Core Worlds. He saw something in me and took under his wing. It was from him that I learned much of my mastery of the lightsaber and the patience necessary to become a Jedi Knight. While I will never admit this to a living soul, Surok was the father I always wished I had."

"I served him well in my formative years, absorbing all that I could from the hermit Jedi Master as we traveled the Outer Rim. I also learned much of the people of the Galaxy, coming to realize the fermenting tension would lead to war. While neither Surok and I wanted such an outcome, both of us saw it as inevitable. It was on some backwater swamp world, I can't remember the name of it, that Surok confided in me his suspicions that there were those in the Senate that wanted nothing but war. It was a sobering experience for me and shattered some of the precious naivete I had unknowingly cultivated since being found by the Jedi. However, Surok urged me to silence and we continued our missions without delay. Whether it was in hopes of outpacing the war we felt looming in the distance or not remains unclear."

"Eight years before the beginning of the Separatist's War, I had went through my final Trials and been deemed enough to be made a Knight. Surok was elated for me but warned me to remain vigilant and to not allow optimism to blind me to the harsh realities forming around me. It was the last time I ever saw my old Master as he returned to wilds from whence he came. I, however, was not so fortunate. I would be instructed to interdict smuggling in my native system. Apparently a smuggler on my homeworld had started to not just smuggle goods but also children for some nefarious purpose. I was quick to travel to Abregado system to seek the roots of the child smuggling. It did not take long for me before I was once more walking the streets that I once scurried about as a child. The irony was not lost on me and I must admit I found pleasure being there once more."

"Imagine my surprise when the person responsible for the smuggling was my very own father. He did not recognize me. By that point I was a full grown man with scars to prove my martial worth and the training of a Jedi Knight. He was still the same man, if more flesh than muscle when last I had seen him. I tried to reason with him, to ask him to lay down his arms and be given over to the authorities. He refused. In the ensuing clash, I was forced to cut down his cronies. The last swipe of my blade was decapitating my own father. The death of my father was enough to make me question my faith and I felt disequilibrium threatening to overwhelm me. It was why I left Abregado-Rae post-haste. Instead of reporting the success of having stopped the smuggling operation on Abregado-Rae in children, I traveled out to the Outer Rim Systems searching for my former Master. It was only with his aid that I felt that I might be able to return peace to my soul."

"I discovered him on Carlac. The Ming Po that lived there told of a monster haunting the paths outside the population centers, something that would strike under the cover of a snowstorm and leave nothing but the dead. My Master had strode out into the white mountains to seek this beast and slay it. I followed the rumors of his passing and traveled deep into the mountains in hopes of finding him. When I discovered the lair of Gorgodons. Somehow they had come to Carlac and made their homes there in the mountains. My Master had been ambushed by them. I found his remains near the entrance of the cave and was soon attacked myself. Fortunately, I triumphed though barely. Once I had dispatched the Gorgodons I lifted the broken corpse of my Master and made the long walk back to leave that world behind. By the time I made it back to Coruscant, the death of both father and surrogate father had ran it's grief though me. In it's wake, I was whole once more but my spirit had been made ash."

"The next few years culminating in the War were a blur. I devoted myself to the Temple and doing it's bidding, an automaton concerned only with training and the next mission. Things came to a head however when word reached the Jedi Temple of the capture of Jedis Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker. I was one of the 212 Jedi that traveled with Mace Windu to Geonosis. I was there, in the Petranaki arena, fighting the Geonosans and Droids that came at us and witnessed the slaying of Jango Fett by Master Mace Windu. From there, the battle would devolve until only a handful of us were left standing. I stood proudly as Mace Windu offered to never surrender. Now would be the time that I would die. Instead, the Grand Army of the Republic arrived and saved us all from certain death then. From there, the war would claim each of us and propel us into a fight none of us were ready for."

"From Geonosis I was given command of Tango Squad, an elite command group of Clone Commandos. With me at the Helm we would go into the thick of the fighting. Ours was the dance of subterfuge. I must admit I learned much in stealth tactics from my newfound subordinates although I felt like they learned a thing or two from me. I became close to CC-2198 "Ivan" who was in effect my second in command, almost to the point where I could call him my first true friend. And thus my elite squad and I arrive on the world of Antar 4 to support the Republican rebels against the the Separatists. It was with my arrival that the scales are hoped to shift in favor of the rebels and thus free the world from the yoke of the Confederacy."

•Lightsaber: Here: Single-Blade, White

•Force Abilities: Control is the basis from which all other abilities flow from. While adept at other abilities as a Jedi Knight should be, Esko's mastery arises from Altus sopor, able to blend in with his environment and move stealthily. He is also quite adept at telekinesis and force projection to aid him in his acrobatic style of warfare.

•Preferred Saber Style: Form VII, Juyo

•Secondary Saber Style: Form III, Soresu

•Location: Antar 4

•RP Sample: Here

[Jedi Council]

•Character Full Name: Triss Hathor

•Gender: Female

•Race/Species: Tholothian

•Age: 24

•Physical Appearance:

•Homeworld: Corellia

•Personality: Calm, thoughtful, and rational, Triss is known for dry wit and intelligence. She is slow to trust, and bears the emotional scars of both three years of war and almost a decade operating with her master in the lawless Outer Rim. She is insightful, confident, and brave. She is, however, often deeply troubled by her visions, and they can leave her feeling irritable, exhausted, and frustrated.

•Biography: Born on Corellia to a pair of wealthy, politically connected, parents, Triss Hathor was only a child when she was given to the Jedi for training. Her parents, having experienced the uncontrolled outbreaks of her force power, not only desired to send off a troublesome little girl, but also hoped to later leverage her position in the Jedi Order to their benefit. They desired the prestige of having Jedi connections, and believed that, once she was older, she might be useful as an agent or guard.

When Triss arrived on Coruscant, she was placed in the Hawkbat Clan of Younglings, which was, at the time, overseen by Jedi Master Tera Sinube. Sinube swiftly singled out Triss as a particularly adept student, and came to realize that her uncontrolled bursts of force energy were largely driven by a series of visions and nightmares. He came to the conclusion, as did the Jedi Council, that Triss had the special gifts of a Seer. Developing her talents throughout her days as an initiate, Triss often felt that her powers left her segregated from her fellow younglings. Even those with advanced telepathy and other inborn powers saw Triss' visions as a sign of something odd, or strange. However, as she grew older, she became quite adept at honing her visions, and mastered many other force abilities as well, with her telepathic and telekinetic powers being quite advanced for her age. By contrast, Triss was less comfortable with her lightsaber, and became only an average swordswoman by her 10th birthday.

At the age of 10, she was singled out by Jedi Master Varv J'ati, a Togrutan Seer, Archeologist, and Historian. J'ati was an unconventional MAster, and took her on as his Padawan. The pair would spend the next decade together. Under J'ati's watchful gaze, Triss learned to control her visions, and would come to the point where they not longer caused her debilitating pain, save for those that were either incredibly powerful or emotional. J'ati also improved her saber skills, with a particular focus on Form VI: Niman style combat. The fluid bladework and easy inclusion of Force abilities into the fighting style suited Triss perfectly. Such a well rounded form would suit her well over her decade long tutalege with J'ati. Rather than undertake missions from Coruscant, or spend hours in the Archives, J'ati preferred to conduct his own research, with a particular interest in far flung ruins and other dangerous locations. The pair often faced off against criminals, gangs, and other threats, which allowed the well rounded Niman style to serve her well. During this time, Triss developed and maintained her own network of contacts and allies, alongside many enemies. The adventures she had alongside her master in the Outer Rim transformed the bookish Triss into a more mature, rational young woman, though, she still harboured concern about the impact her visions had on her mind.

J'ati and Triss were on Bothawui in 22 BBY when they received Master Windu's emergency call to arms on Geonosis. They swiftly arrived, but missed the combat in the Execution Arena, taking part in the larger ground assault on the Trade Federation's Core Ships. Joining with Master Plo Koon, J'ati and Triss fought legions of droids, and soon became separated from one another. In the chaos of battle, Triss found herself being pushed to her limits, her skills at Niman being ill-suited for open war. She was badly injured during a CIS bombing run that obliterated the brigade she was leading. Recovered from the battle, she spent the succeeding weeks in a medical coma. When she awoke at the Jedi Temple, she was informed both that Master J'ati had been cornered and killed on Geonosis, but that the High Council had approved her accession to Knighthood.

Wracked with guilt, Jedi Knight Triss Hathor did not take a padawan, and, after her experiences of Geonosis, determined to master a more rigorous form of lightsaber combat. She was commissioned as a Jedi General, and it soon became clear that her precognitive abilities, while sporadic, were highly useful in battle. She often served as a coordinating strategist and support specialist, and specialized in defensive tactics. In line with these newfound leadership abilities, she also began to study Form III: Soresu lightsaber combat. Her time in the field gave her ample time to practice. As a General she served at several notorious battles, such as Kamino, Felucia and later Cato Neimoidia. Her CIS foes were astounded by their inability to take her by surprise, and credited Republic Intelligence for the inevitable Republic deduction of their battle plans.
During this time, she also leveraged her network of contacts in the Outer Rim, and often aided Republic Intelligence in their activities, becoming close friends with Jedi Master Tholme, the primary Republic Spymaster.

In the waning days of the War, she was assigned to Coruscant, having received a vague vision of danger at the Capital. During the surprise CIS attack on the Capital, she valiantly helped lead the defense of the Jedi Temple, and later flew to the Chancellor's Bunker in a fruitless attempt to intercept the strike force lead by General Grievous. Once there, she aided the badly wounded Masters Ti and Allie, and returned them to the Temple. In the succeeding days, she continued to pour over reports and intelligence briefings, conducting strategy for the Outer Rim seiges from the relative safety of the Jedi Temple.

•Lightsaber:

•Force Abilities: A proficient Jedi Seer, Triss possesses significant precognitive and telepathic powers. These often leave her drained and weak however, particularly in stressful or emotional circumstances where she does not have time to prepare. She is also a gifted practitioner of Telekinesis, and has the traditional Force augmented abilities of the Jedi, such as Jump and Speed. While not an ability, Triss has a near encyclopedic knowledge of Jedi history, and is familiar with many ancient ruins and other sites.

•Preferred Saber Style: Fully mastered Form VI: Niman

•Secondary(Second favored, Optional) Saber Style: Working knowledge of Form III: Soresu

•Location (Prior to Protocol 66): Jedi Temple, Coruscant.

•RP Sample: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=445639

Finished my app.
I was hoping to include a customized ship for her as well, largely used by her and her Master during their trips in the Outer Rim. It would likely be something fairly small, like a Marauder cruiser or a Hammerhead Corvette.