Star Wars: Resurrection (OOC, Signups)

[Cheysal Serulea]

•Character Full Name: Ulysen Serenno

•Gender: Male

•Race/Species: Human

•Age: Born 47 BBY

•Physical Appearance: Though not particularly muscular, Ulysen is still well built and possesses angular yet handsome facial features around warm brown eyes. He has rose-blonde hair that is kept at a length that keeps with regulation, but still displays a natural wave.

As not only a member of nobility, but a naval officer of the Empire, Ulysen does his best to keep himself clean and presentable, but is an individualistic person at heart and often wears his uniform in different styles.

•Homeworld: Serenno

•Personality: Inquisitive, Methodical, Driven, Considerate, Conscientious

•Biography: Ulysen hails from the outer rim feudal world of Serenno and a branch of its ruling house of the same name, and in effect related to the infamous Count Dooku as a great nephew through his grandmother. Growing up hearing of how his great uncle was cast out simply for being force sensitive, Ulysen had a soft spot for Jedi in his youth, viewing them and his great uncle as misunderstood heroes. Since he and his family weren’t necessarily a part of the succession, he entered into Serenno’s naval academy and went on to serve on a security vessel as a Lieutenant. During his childhood, Ulysen developed a great fondness for botany and deep connection to plants in general, sensing their energy, aiding their growth, and even sensing some deep feeling, leading him to realize he himself had some force sensitivity, but he chose to keep that secret to himself, so that his family would not forsake him, or the Jedi come for him.

When the Clone Wars broke out, Ulysen was away from home on a personal trip to Kuat. Despite the staunch anti-republic sentiments of his home world, he went to volunteer for the Republic’s newly reorganized Navy, where afterwards he attended the Anaxes War College for a short time, was given commission as a Lieutenant-Commander aboard the Venator-class Star Destroyer named the Redemption under the command of Captain Brecali Copeash, a human woman from Anaxes. The Redemption was tasked with escorting freighters that were used to provide mercy relief to worlds impacted by the war or other disasters, with Ulysen in charge of handling the distribution and management of the supplies, much to the pleasure of the young officer as he believed it to be just as important of a task providing relief for people as it was fighting on the front lines. But for their noble work, Captain Brecali was evident as being tireless for a fight against the “Clanker Seps” as she put them and looked at Ulysen with a certain degree of disdain for his relation to the leader of the CIS.

In the second year of the war however, the Redemption responded to a distress call from a starship that was experiencing technical failures and needed rescue. The moment the Star Destroyer jumped out of Hyperspace, however, it became readily evident that it was a seperatist trap as there were several Munificent Frigates waiting for them, and the signal was faked. In the ensuing battle that saw their communications being jammed, the Captain and several bridge officers were wounded, and while at the time Ulysen was directing the distribution of manpower and emergency supplies throughout the ship, he was the closest still healthy ranking officer and given emergency commission as a Commander to take command of the defense of the ship. Utilizing a degree of quick tactical thinking, knowledge of physics and starship design, Ulysen was able to oversee the destruction of a third of the Frigates and disabling of the Seperatist jamming capabilities and thus made an emergency distress call to nearby Republic forces, prompting the Seperatists to flee to hyperspace, leaving the Redemption to limp home.

For his quick responses and ability to not only save his ship and its many lives, but drive off a seperatist ambush when outnumbered, Ulysen was officially promoted to Commander and transferred off of the Redemption to another Venator named the Liberator, under the command of Captain Philtyr Mulsawi and Jedi General Mather Polvai, after he cited his personal concerns with Captain Brecali, though kept his report simple and did not mention her trigger finger nature. He did not see long service aboard the ship before the war ended with the death of his great uncle Count Dooku, and the droid army supreme commander, General Grievous.

Ulysen saw first hand the initiation of Order 66 following the betrayal of the Jedi, whom he had for so long revered, even going as far as striking a friendship with Master Polvai and his padawan Sadisi Bolemall, though not so close as to reveal his own force sensitivity, as minor as it was. As the two were fleeing the ship, Ulysen managed to intercept them at the lower hangar bay. He hesitated for a moment and out of not simply fear, but anxiety over the situation in his own friends betraying the republic, his muscles froze up on their own, and allowed the two to escape to parts unknown. In his report to Captain Mulsawi and Clone Commander CC-82975, he detailed how he had pursued the two Jedi, but when confronting them, his body suddenly froze and he simply couldn’t pull the trigger on his blaster. Obviously the influence of the Jedi using the force on him, which was an explanation good enough for the two.

After that incident, the declaration of the New Order was broadcast all across the ship, and the Liberator was given its orders to return to dry dock. In route, for his exemplary service aboard the ship and his attempt to stop fugitives of now Imperial Law, he was commended and given notice that the Captain had sent a letter of recommendation to Imperial Command for Ulysen to be promoted to a Captain himself.

Some one and a half months later, now Captain Ulysen Serenno was presented his own starship, which happened to be the Redemption, fresh out of refit after being damaged at the battle of Coruscant, which saw the death of Captain Brecali. Most notably, the Venator didn’t sport the usual red and yellow markings of the republic, but flat gray, and rather than being assigned as part of the regular forces, Ulysen was directed to lead the Redemption to assist a newly established group of Jedi hunters as a part of the also newly organized Imperial Intelligence Service. With the presence of these new Inquisitors, Ulysen thought it best to use less and less of his own abilities in his botanical hobbies, but still sought after and eventually recovered his Great Uncle’s damaged lightsaber…

•Weapons and Equipment: DC-17, Count Dooku’s Lightsaber (broken)

•Force Abilities: Botanical energy sensing, communion, and growth assisting

•Location (Prior to Protocol 66): Venator Star Destroyer Liberator

•RP Sample: You know my stuff. XD

[The Imperial Republic]

App

Accepted.

[Draos]

So I can be working for the Empire, but can I be a non-force user just an admiral/general in the Galactic fleet instead of an inquisitor? No lightsaber?

Yes you can

[Skyggeheim]

•Character Full Name: Imrik Val'Akar, "Eighth Brother"

•Gender: Male

•Race/Species: Arkanian Offshoot

•Age: 18

•Physical Appearance:

• The Eighth Brother wears the standard black trappings of the Inquisitors, having customized them slightly. He fights without a helmet, and has removed the chest-guard from his armor. Instead, he has reinforced his wristguards to run up the outer length of his arm. He stands at approximately 6'0", or 1.85 meters, and weighs a meager 165 pounds, or 75 kilograms.

•Homeworld: Arkania

•Personality: A calm composure and measured approach to conversation that the Eighth Brother takes hides the hatred that burns just below the skin. He delights in seeing others in pain, especially when he is the one inflicting it. Not that he would ever let you on to that notion. Imrik is unnervingly collected and emotionless, doubly more unsettling considering the fact that he has embraced the Dark Side. Perhaps the only thing that betrays his true emotions are his eyes, which never cease to burn a hatred-fueled glare into anything he looks at. Imrik, through and through, despises all things. That which he can destroy, he hates for being weak. That which he fears, he hates for being stronger than him. And that which he loved, he hates for leaving him behind. If he could, Imrik would tear the galaxy asunder until there was nothing but dead planets and extinguished stars. The fact that he cannot do this, that he is stuck in a meager body serving an Empire he ultimately resents, only makes him hate himself the most. But Imrik also isn't stupid. He understands the benefit of allies and "friends". While he doesn't have a silver tongue, Imrik seems to have a mastery over body language, exuding a quiet confidence that is only tempered by being - by far - the most junior Inquisitor in terms of age. He speaks in soft tones, almost whispers, edging his words with a tinge of venom that betray his real emotions.

•Biography: Born to an indentured family merely eighteen years ago on Arkania, Imrik Val'Akar was never going to amount to much in life. He was taken by Arkanian Purebloods nearly at birth in order to pay for his parents' debt, and sent to the gladiator pits to be raised as a killer. Unknown to be Force-sensitive at the time, his child mind was stunted by the brutal training regime that he was subjected to in order to become a proficient fighter in the blood-sports of the arena. He had been forced to beat and brutalize other children for a chance at scraps of food, and lived in nearly feral conditions that encouraged clan-like hierarchies and displays of strength. By eight, however, a Seeker who was originally on mission to disrupt these fighting pits - as it had been leaked that they trained children - found Imrik. Sensing his midichlorian count was typical for those of Force-sensitive, the Seeker sought to take Imrik to be trained. This did not sit well with either Imrik, nor his Pit Masters. In a struggle that turned into a full-scale riot, Imrik fled the arena, with his Seeker hot on his tail.

Making it back to his house, he was greeted with nothing but anger. His parents, for their worth, were furious with him for escaping, as it would mean that their debt would be renewed. A few swift blows and cutting words, and Imrik was once again back out on the streets. Out of options and frankly starving, he let the Seeker track him down. However, this was where the first seeds of his hatred would grow. Despite the fact that he threw himself into his studies as a Jedi and attempted to shake the ravenous gnawing in his gut begging for revenge, he could not fully let his emotions wash away. His Master, Dono Brak, was well-aware of these feelings. As a more disciplinarian type of tutor, he theorized that these feelings of resentment and anger could simply be drilled out of Imrik. Days of brutal training sessions turned into weeks, months, and years. Three times, Imrik failed the Knight Trials. Not for lack of mastery of the Force or skills with a blade, but because he was simply out of balance. This only spawned a doubt of his Master, and of the Light Side at large. He kept these feelings private, using what knowledge of the Force he could to mask them deep within his subconscious.

Not two weeks before he was scheduled to retake his Knight Trials for the fourth time, the 501st - led by the newly anointed Darth Vader - marched into the Jedi Temple to begin their assault. Imrik fought as hard as he could, beating back the first wave of clones that invaded the training grounds he was caught in. Not for morals, or for the Jedi Code, but for his own survival. He channeled that scared, feral child in the gladiator pits. He let his hatred burn through his mind, enveloping him fully, burning away everything else. He hated the verminous clones he slew with every stroke of his blade, he hated the Jedi Younglings whose corpses he strode over, he hated Darth Vader for bringing this annihilation to bear on the only safe haven Imrik ever had, and he hated himself - for being weak enough to let a blaster bolt slip through his defenses and slam into his arm. He surrendered, expecting death. Death, however, never came. The clones in front of him received a transmission - barely perceptible through their helmets - and stunned Imrik into unconsciousness.

Imrik's slip into the Dark Side was easier than most. In truth, he had accepted it in his heart many years ago, but the torture and deprivation of Nur - not unlike the gladiator pits of Arkania - only solidified his belief that it was the true way of the Force. Now, he stands as Eighth Brother.

•Lightsaber:

•Force Abilities:
Alter

• Deadly Sight
• Force Pull/Push
• Force Whisper

Control

• Force Speed
• Force Stealth

Sense

• Force Sense

•Preferred Saber Style: Form VII, Juyo
The Ferocity Form. For a boy who keeps his emotions hidden deep beneath his surface, Imrik fights with the hatred and volatility necessary to be a Juyo master. The required channeling of the Force to keep up the relentless pace that Juyo demands comes naturally to one who hates everyone and everything. Imrik throws himself into fights with a practiced recklessness, giving himself fully over to the negative emotions that make Juyo so potent.

•Secondary Style: Form IV, Ataru
The Aggression Form. Being trained as a pit fighter in his young life, a flashy - almost bombastic - style of combat comes naturally to Imrik. Ataru, therefore, fits his style perfectly. He will often mix the acrobatic leaps and dizzying feints of Form IV into his practice of Form VII. However, when strictly dextrous combat is required, Imrik is always willing to fall back on his Jedi training to work with Ataru.

•RP Sample: C'mon now.

[The Imperial Republic]

App

Accepted.

[Sao Nova Europa]

Do all characters have to participate in the 'main' storyline about Ihduno? Or can we do our own thing too?

Thinking of a private investigator character. Sometimes he could find people (for example locate a Jedi for the Empire or some kind of anti-Empire individual or even find people for private employers), other times he could solve murders, etch. Most likely on Coruscant.

[The Imperial Republic]

Do all characters have to participate in the 'main' storyline about Ihduno? Or can we do our own thing too?

Thinking of a private investigator character. Sometimes he could find people (for example locate a Jedi for the Empire or some kind of anti-Empire individual or even find people for private employers), other times he could solve murders, etch. Most likely on Coruscant.

This is a self-contained RP meaning all characters have to be on Ihduno.

[Okayanos]

•Character Full Name: Aragwen Clyfsin, the Fifth Sister

•Gender: Female

•Race/Species: Arkanian Offshoot

•Age: 20

•Physical Appearance:

Her facial tattoos, called the Black Tears and the Ring of Thorns, are of spiritual significance on her homeworld. She stands at 6 feet, 9 inches tall.

The Fifth Sister wears a mask of durasteel, carved into a stoic, expressionless face. On Fallowan, it is a death mask worn by the departed.

•Homeworld: Fallowan

•Personality: The Fifth Sister is a quieter woman then one would expect of an Inquisitor. She speaks little, and only in hushed tones. Some might attribute it to shyness, others to patience, and others still might say that she doesn’t speak because she’s always listening. Compared to the impulsive, violent beasts that are her fellow Inquisitors, the Fourth Sister seems almost too in control of herself.

This subtle, understated personality is entirely reflective of her fall to the Dark. Not a great rage fueled by some tragedy, but a slow and creeping thing that took her over bit by bit.

•Biography: Aragwen Clyfsin was born on the agricultural world of Fallowan, during what most considered the height of the Jedi Order. In Fallowanian tradition, the Force is considered magic- indeed, the planet boasts its own native order of Force Users, called the Star-singers. The Jedi had learned of the Star-singers in an age long past, and the two orders held a friendly relationship- Jedi Knights were welcome visitors to Fallowan's temples, and it was not uncommon for Star-singer Initiates to join the Jedi Order. Aragwen was a Star-singer Initiate before she was a Jedi. A master named Yakshan Vaidira took notice of her during a visit, as her connection to the force ran deeper than her peers. (She was also a head taller than most of them, but that was less important to Master Vaidira.) In the Jedi Temple, many masters took note of her passivity, considered an excellent attitude for a potential Jedi to have. For Initiate Clyfsin to raise her voice was a rarity. Her every movement was gentle and cautious, to avoid hurting any other being with her natural strength.

Aragwen passed her trials without incident, and was claimed as a Padawan by Master Vaidira, the same one who had brought her to the temple in the first place. Though they were polar opposites in appearance, the two complemented each other perfectly as teacher and student. Master Vaidira, despite his short stature, was one of the best lightsaber duelists the temple could offer. His padawan, on the other hand, was a shy, gentle being despite her height. Master Vaidira conducted much of her training at the Bogden Chapter House- Bogden III was more similar to Aragwen's homeworld than Coruscant, and the Chapter House's focus on philosophy and compassion over martial prowess was a perfect fit for her peaceful nature.

Aragwen’s training kept her on Bogden III for the most part, aside from occasional visits to archaeological sites or worlds of historical and spiritual significance- even a return to her home world, something usually unheard of for a Padawan. But her dedication to the Jedi Order was strong, strong enough that it seemed as if nothing could cause her to waver.

Aragwen’s faith in the Jedi was tested following the outbreak of the Clone Wars. Master Vaidira was assigned to command the 19th fleet, and Padawan Clyfsin was to follow him. The bubble of peace she had surrounded herself with was shattered by the realities of war. She once had dreamed of becoming an artisan- now she held a lightsaber instead of a painter's brush. Instead of the hymns of Fallowan, there was only the pounding of artillery, the shrieking of blaster bolts, and the roar of sublight engines. War always changes people, and Aragwen was very much changed.

When Order 66 came down, Vaidira and Aragwen made a break for it. They made their way to the ancient, long-abandoned Jedi Academy on Telos IV. Tailed by the newly-born Empire, the two Jedi made their final stand in the planet’s snowy peaks. Master Vaidira, never losing faith in his apprentice, made a last stand against the pursuing forces so that she might live.

Aragwen was sealed in the Telos academy, behind doors that could only be opened by the Force. Finally cut off from all the rest of the galaxy, as she had once wished. But the Telos Academy was not as safe as Master Vaidira had believed. A truly vast collection of Sith artifacts had been kept here years ago, and evil things had been done in its halls. The shadow of the Dark Side remained. But Aragwen had learned to block outside influences. Surely she would endure.

Two and a half months later, the door to the Telos Academy was broken open by an agent of the Inquisitorius. Aragwen was found inside, alive and corrupted by the Dark Side, but barely responsive as she was escorted out. Isolation had left her voice and mind weakened and moldable, and it did not take long for the Fifth Sister to be completely inducted into the Inquisitorius.

•Lightsaber:

Red Blade. Sound.

•Force Abilities:
Control abilities

“Through the Force, all limits are broken. A tiny being can gain become as strong as a mountain, and a giant can move with as swift as the wind.” -Master Yakshan Vaidira

The Fifth Sister received extensive physical training, both as a Jedi and an Inquisitor. To enhance this even further, she practices the Enhance Attribute ability to boost her strength, speed, and endurance from merely above average to superhuman levels. As both of her preferred lightsaber forms emphasize agility and precision over raw power, the Fifth Sister makes use of both Force Jump and Force Speed. During her early Jedi training, as all Jedi do, she was trained in the arts of Altus Sopor, a meditative technique that allows one to deepen their connection to the Force, and Curato Salva, a healing trance allowing one to recover from injury at an increased rate. Her most notable Control ability is her Thought Shield technique, allowing her to block out the intrusive thoughts of others.

Sense Abilities

“S-she’s in my head… I can’t get her out… make her stop! Make her leave!” - CT-1989, clone deployed to the Telos Academy raid

The Fifth Sister’s greatest strength in the Force are her Sense abilities. First to note is her strength in Force Empathy, enough so that she frequently picked up on other’s emotions even without intending to. With practice, she is able to use this ability to discern even motivations or hidden secrets. For more general purposes, she practices both Life Detection and Magnify Senses, leading some to claim that, when the Fifth Sister is aboard a Venator, nothing can happen on the ship without her knowing. The Fifth Sister, when in combat, makes use of both Precognition and Shatterpoint.

Alter Abilities

“In silence, the melody of the universe can be truly heard. That is the Force, in its most primal form.” -Core belief of Fallowan's Star-singers.

In Alter abilities, the Fourth Sister’s most extensively used power is Affect Mind. She is able to apply Force Persuade, Dominate Mind, and Force Horror with great effectiveness. However, aside from the standard Telekinesis, she has little else of note. She is capable of utilizing Force Scream, though generally as an involuntary release of anger rather than an intentional attack.

•Preferred Saber Style:
-Form V: Shien
The Perseverance Form. Whereas other styles of lightsaber combat rely on precognition or agility, the Shien variant of Form V relies on power tempered by cunning. Those who use this form are often strong, but quick wits are the mark of a true master of the style. Shien depends on striking an opponent where they least expect it- the blow can be powerful, but it must be unexpected. Shien is most known for its emphasis on using an opponent’s attacks against them, most notably expressed through its heavy emphasis on blaster reflection. When under attack, the user effectively becomes even more deadly. When engaged in a melee duel, Shien teaches to riposte and then punish the opponent’s defense with powerful, but controlled blows. The Lightclub is a perfect fit for Form V, especially the power strikes that characterize the form. The increased blade size provides more surface area for reflection and parries, and the greater length of the sword lets the wielder control spacing and distance.

The Fifth Sister began studying Shien as a Jedi. The fifth form of lightsaber combat was a perfect fit for one of her stature. Master Vaidira directed her to focus on the more classical Shien variant, in order to practice control and discipline, and to avoid falling to the dark side through the aggressive strength of Djem So. When she found success in her initial training, her master recommended making it her primary focus, a recommendation which she chose to follow.

•Secondary(Second favored, Optional) Saber Style:
-Form IV: Ataru
The Aggression form. This form is fast-paced and makes use of highly acrobatic moves. Ataru's core mechanic is the Su Ma, the three axes of motion within 3-d space- Jung Su Ma, spinning movements; Ton Su Ma, somersaults and backflips; and En Su Ma, cartwheeling motions. The blindingly fast attacks of Ataru make it dangerous against single opponents, lightsaber-wielding or otherwise. Defensive techniques put less emphasis on blocking and more on absorbing and moving with an incoming attack. When wielding a Lightclub, Ataru practitioners may use the increased mass of the weapon as leverage to launch themselves into acrobatics. Use of momentum to add power is encouraged- rather than simply using their muscle mass to strike harder, an Ataru specialist with a Lightclub would use their spinning motions to effectively ‘whip’ the weapon about, striking with much greater power than one might expect, while using the extended reach of the weapon to better avoid retaliation.

The Fourth Sister initially studied Ataru as her primary form, as the Bogden academy's teachers were famed for their practice of it. While unorthodox for one of her size, she was able to grasp the basic principles of the form and its associated acrobatics well before choosing to focus on Shien. She makes extensive use of Ataru’s incorporation of hand-to-hand techniques while fighting, utilizing kicks, elbows, shoulder charges, and grappling to subdue her opponents.

•RP Sample: bruh

[The Imperial Republic]

App

Accepted.

[San Har Jasta]

•Character Full Name: Noknar Quazz

•Gender: Male

•Race/Species: Gungan

•Age: 57

•Physical Appearance:

•Homeworld: Naboo

•Personality: Noknar is a grouchy old Gungan. After serving with the separatists on one planet for the entire war he grew resilient and unwavering when it came to war or his beliefs. The old Gungan despises the former republic, now empire, and the Jedi. Through the hard exterior lies a softer Gungan who has a love of good drinks and those that served with him.

•Biography: During Noknar's early years he was a rambunctious little Gungan. He got into fights with the other kids and kept exploring small caves, hoping that he would someday go out into the galaxy. Once he was an adult, instead of settling down like his father had he left Naboo. Naboo has always been a silly home to Noknar, the Gungans let themselves be walked over by the Humans and seen has fools. Noknar wanted to show the galaxy that Gungans could be respected, even feared. He started small, joining a couple gangs here and there. Noknar didn't mind breaking the law and hurting others for his personal gain. His targets always thought that he was a joke, until he showed them otherwise.

After a few years he started to make a name for himself. Using this new underworld "fame" Noknar was able to join in an actual group. The kind that operate on multiple worlds, raiding passing Republic vessels, the kind that are free men, or as the republic officials call them; Pirates. Noknar's distaste of the republic was growing, the way they deemed themselves better than others, not caring for the little man. He wanted the system to be brought down. Noknar got his first chance in The Stark Hyperspace War. Noknar was just a crewman on a heavy freighter but he wanted more. Noknar started to enhance his body and train his mind to be a smarter, more dangerous, opponent for the Republic. Studying the Republics tactics and using every resource to it's maximum, Noknar found himself promoted to Captain after his former captain was shot and killed.

Fighting tooth and nail for every piece of the Qotile System they could, the pirates eventually lost the war. After a while of some rather boring years of small crime and picking up the occasional bounty, Noknar started to hear rumors of a separatist alliance to go against the Republic. The Gungan quickly and enthusiastically joined them. Due to being an old Captain, Noknar was able to catch himself a role as a Commander. His first station: Allst Prime.

Noknar saw it as a noble and just cause, to hold this tiny, pitiful planet for as long as he could. He did just that. He kept the Republic on the planet for the entire war. Neither side pushed the other back for long before they land was retaken. Towards the end of the war the 411th and their Jedi General finally pushed through and captured Noknar. After a brutal "interrogation" session with Captain Brutus, Noknar was shot and presumed dead. Unknown to the Captain and the Republic, Noknar lived with a lust for revenge. Twice the Republic bested him. Noknar won't let there be a third.

The Gungan won't go out in a fit of rage and slaughter all those that are part of the now empire. He will bide his time, waiting to strike. Before that time Noknar took up bounty hunting and overheard a group of 4 morons talking about Jedi contracts. Following them to their targets took him to the planet of Odesson...

•Weapons and Equipment:

Fearing an attack from the enemy at any possible second Noknar found the following weapons kept him prepared for any situation at any time:

- T-6 Blaster Pistol
- Shield Gauntlet
- Blaster Knuckles

With his weapons the old veteran has a star ship and some other gear:

- Tri-Wing s-91x Pegasus class Star fighter, named The Bombad Crusader
- Comlink
- Macrobinoculars

Due to his old age Noknar had to have cybernetics implanted all across his body to keep up his speed and strength

•RP Sample: I was Brutus

[The Imperial Republic]

App

Accepted.

[Skyggeheim]

I'll get an IC post up here soon, just working up the courage to write.

[Miekzhemy]

•Character Full Name: Rhys Aatahl
•Gender: Male
•Race/Species: Miraluka
•Age: 19

•Physical Appearance: His kind does not see as we do...

•Homeworld: Alpheridies

•Personality:
Though he often comes off as a quiet and brooding person, Rhys exhibits a sort of blind compassion in his actions. Whether it is due to the peaceful temperament of his people, his adherence to the Code, a certain childlike innocence that never seemed to go away - or a combination of the three - Rhys shows an almost selfless drive to uplift and care for those around him. He cannot stand the suffering of others, to such extents that he often finds himself unable to fight in a manner not in defense of himself or his allies. And though his training as a Jedi has yet attempted to dampen these thoughts, his growing ability to use the Force to empathize with others' emotions has only heightened his compassion for others. In recent years, this has come to be a double-edged sword. As his non-confrontational nature has made him a selfless mediator and caretaker, so too has it made him an almost cowardly warrior in the face of grave danger - an attitude that could easily endanger the lives of not only himself, but of those around him. As such, the horrors of war and the nigh-extermination of all he holds dear have led him to grow dangerously close to succumbing to despair and despondence. His emotional temperament in the face of these trying times, and his sensing of the suffering and deaths of not only his peers, but countless innocent souls at the hands of the rising Galactic Empire, have pitted him in a ceaseless battle within his own mind. Nevertheless, he knows full well that he must trust in his training to avoid giving in to his emotions, and has since attempted to find solace in both meditation and more scholarly pursuits.

•Biography:
While nearly all Miraluka are born with some form of innate force-sensitivity, not all were worthy to be raised in the ways of the Jedi. It was this reason that a relatively unknown family on the world of Alpheridies saw it as a blessing to offer their young son to their Jedi protectors. Even before the boy Rhys was whisked away to begin his training, he could sense the energy around him; hear, and in some cases, even understand the voices that came to him that none other could. Everything, from the happiness and joy of his childhood friends, to the sorrow of those mourning the death of a loved one - memories, good and ill, would flash by his mind. It was a gift, he was told. And it was a gift he could use for the betterment of the entire galaxy. Following a short preliminary period at the Culu Memorial Center, Rhys was soon transferred to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant under the tutelage of a fellow Miralukan Jedi Master, Esula Yan.

When the boy first began his training on Coruscant, the brooding youngling was quickly found to have a sharp wit and exceptional intellect. It was these mental faculties and his strong connection to the Force that caught the eye of some of the Order's more experienced Consulars. He took a particular liking to history, and spent much of his free time within the temple's extensive libraries and archives. However, as he aged, some of the Masters remarked that the boy was scholarly to a fault. What talents he possessed in the academic and telepathic arts, he lacked in martial skill and courage. Despite his inherent Force Sight making defending himself a trivial task against even some more skilled opponents, the battlemasters would often chastise him in duels for being unable to willingly attack, and leading to many of his fellow padawans ridiculing him as a coward. These events often left the timid padawan conflicted, and it grew exceedingly clear that if he were to undergo his trials, he would fail spectacularly. Some of the more militaristic Jedi Masters suggested that the Council simply sentence him to the Service Corps, deeming the boy a liability on any field of battle. However, in an occasion that surprised not only the more senior Jedi Masters, but also the young padawan in question, Master Yan intervened against such a decision. Her case rested upon the potential she saw within the boy, and she requested that the Council simply allow her more time to prepare the aspiring padawan for knighthood. Thankfully, this request was granted by a slim margin.

While Master Yan believed this balance between intellect and might would be achieved in time, she likewise made sure that her apprentice's talents did not go to waste. Within a short few years, Rhys' interests shifted gradually to the art of healing. Grave injury was commonplace among Jedi sent out on dangerous missions around the galaxy, and as such, the Sages were always prepared to care for any that may be confined to the Halls of Healing. Under the instruction of Master Yan directly, as well as her fellow Jedi in the Medical Corps, the padawan quickly found a calling in the art of mending not only the wounds of the body, but also those of the mind. These newfound abilities, as well as his effort to slowly hone his martial skill, would eventually reward him with the time outside he probably needed.

At the height of the Clone Wars, many previously peaceful worlds found themselves consumed and torn asunder by the destruction the Republic and CIS wrought against one another. To protect and aid those in need, the Order often sent their own not just as leaders for the war effort or diplomats to forge alliances and truces, but also as caretakers and doctors to care for displaced refugees. With the need for more healers at an all-time high, Yan and her padawan were sent alongside other sages to the frigid, war-torn world of Mygeeto, where they remained for some time in service to the clone legions operating there, commanded by Master Ki-Adi-Mundi.

The single year he spent on Mygeeto would offer just as much if not more learning experience than all the ones at the Jedi Temple. He worked tirelessly among doctors, medics, and his fellow sages, providing food and shelter to the civilian and native population while tending to the wounds of the clones and Jedi that protected them. It was here that he distinguished himself as a compassionate Jedi, even by his master's standards. While even the clones that fought and died for the Republic admitted themselves to be expendable, the padawan often went out of his way to make sure every soul was taken care of. In fact, it was the clones that piqued a particular interest in him. Rhys noted the identical manner in which they were trained from birth, but how war had molded each individual in a seemingly different way. Over time, the padawan felt as though the seemingly expendable, worthless soldiers were more human than he believed - growing to consider some of these troopers under his care not just as allies, but friends.

It wasn't until 19 BBY that he would find these experiences and presumed friendships on Mygeeto unceremoniously crashing down around him. As the situation had grown ever more dire and the sages' manpower across the planet stretched ever more thin, Rhys and his Master often found themselves having to man entire field hospitals by their lonesome, either near the front lines or the more secure stations in the cities. While resting within one of these hospitals, sheltering himself from one of the planet's routine bouts of heavy snowfall, the young padawan was suddenly wracked with pain. He doubled over in his quarters, as a cacophony of visions and voices raced through his mind. Thousands of voices, crying out in agony all at once - a swirling torrent of chaos and pain that he fought to contain and interpret. Though he did not fully grasp what he saw, he quickly understood that something terrible was happening.

He rushed out into the snowstorm to the nearest station housing some of the wounded - a place he knew Master Yan had been - only to find her body already cold on the floor, loomed over by a single armed clone. Frozen in shock, and with the pain still coursing through his psyche, he called out to the trooper, pleading for an explanation. But instead of answers, he was met with the brandishing of a blaster.

The exchange happened all too quickly, and was over before he knew it. Seemingly on instinct, the padawan drew his lightsaber for real combat for the first time, and with a single swift deflection, the clone fell. One of the many soldiers with whom he had stood side-by-side--the first life taken by his own hand.

But circumstances waited for no one. Rhys slipped out and into the blizzards in what was practically a listless daze. He called out with the Force--in vain to his departed master, and to whatever nearby Jedi might still be alive to answer. But no one came. He wandered and wandered through the desolate and war-torn base, before finally succumbing to freezing cold. Death could have claimed him then and there.

Whether it were luck, or his search finally bearing fruit, the timely arrival of another of his peers--a fellow Jedi, who seemed just as disheveled and haggard as he--spared him from this fate. He roused the speechless padawan to his feet, sneaking to the nearest unguarded ARC-170 starfighter at the far end of the base before clambering aboard. While the young padawan was too shell-shocked at the time, his comrade was thankfully composed enough to employ the sages' mental trickery to narrowly escape fighter patrols on their way out, speeding into hiding amidst a rallying call to Odessen.

Or, at least, that was as far as he could remember.

Compared to the other Jedi that fled into exile on Odessen, Padawan Rhys was easily one of the most shaken of them. With frayed nerves leaving him almost detached from the world as a whole, it would be days before he would even speak. And even afterwards, during the sessions of training and occasional study in the abandoned archives, he found himself lost in despondence or plagued with visions and memories of those long lost. Most of the masters would advise him to meditate, but even this only helped to a small degree. Overall, his stay on Odessen did little to ease his worries or draw him any further out of his introverted shell. This was not to say his peers cared little of him or thought him weak, however. In fact, it was here that he garnered a friendship with one of his peers - a Knight by the name of Vrudun Tumara - who soon became his new Master. But as fate would have it, this advancement in his training would prove to be short-lived.

The enclave of exiles would last for roughly a few months before the Empire would find them. A swift invasion force would attack their temple directly, and a pitched battle commenced between the Jedi and the Imperials, supported by force-wielding dark-siders, no doubt remnants of Jedi that had since fallen from the light in lieu of the Order's fall...

•Force Abilities:
Like most Jedi of his species, Rhys boasts a masterful grasp of the innate Force Sight he's had since birth, which in turn boosts his precognitive senses and reflexes by a considerable degree. In addition, his training as a Jedi has seen him rely more upon Force-based abilities overall - partially out of compensation for lackluster swordsmanship, but also because of his extensive study of and overall interest in the Force's many applications, both on and off the battlefield. He has taken a liking to telepathy and mind tricks, preferring them to settling disputes with violence, and in recent years as an aspiring Sage, he has since begun to specialize in the art of Force Healing. Rigorous study has even led him to dabble in more eccentric abilities, such as Crucitorn and Astrogation.

•Lightsaber: A single-bladed green lightsaber
•Preferred Saber Style: Form III: Soresu
•Secondary(Second favored, Optional) Saber Style: Form VI: Niman

•RP Sample: bruh

•Character Full Name: Kedoa Nissah
•Gender: Female
•Race/Species: Zabrak
•Age: 25

•Physical Appearance: Such fire in thine eyes, hungering for righteousness!

•Homeworld: Iridonia

•Personality:
A gung-ho, almost vigilante-type, Kedoa has inherited much of her personality from her master: Callous, impatient, blunt, and holding her own pride in high regard. She does not like being doubted or looked down upon, and this pride often manifests in caustic remarks or open condescension towards those she deems not worth her time. And when faced with anything she perceives as incompetence or absurdity, she is definitely not above expressing her disdain for it. Much of this attitude is the result of both her rigorous and often miserable upbringing beneath her incredibly strict mentor, and her origins as little more than an illiterate street urchin, thereby leading to her feeling grossly overshadowed by her fellow Jedi during her youth. This seemingly "competitive" environment to her, coupled with her own ambitions, has led to her developing a severe inferiority complex towards her more experienced peers, or any that she perceives as being better than her.

Thankfully though, this deep-seated drive to succeed has cultivated a strong work ethic in Kedoa since her knighting. When under pressure, she is incredibly focused and exhibits an almost desperate strive for perfection in her training and work. At the same time, experience over the past few years has served to humble her somewhat. She has since grown to harbor a strong sense of justice, although her methods of dispensing said justice are often harsh. She abhors slavers and those that take advantage of the poor and innocent, and is certainly not above taking unorthodox measures to combat them if the opportunity presents itself.

Personally speaking, Kedoa comes off as a confident, honourable, and fiercely determined Jedi Knight. A Zabrak that never seemed to completely abandon her roots. But despite this hot-headed and impulsive nature, she nonetheless seems to have a genuine underlying care for those around her, even if her own pride rarely allows her to show it.

•Biography:
To describe the young Kedoa Nissah's upbringing as an austere one would be an understatement. Before being taken by the Jedi Order, the girl that would eventually grow into a fiery youngling was brought up a slave laboring in the vast underbelly of Nar Shaddaa, serving a Hutt that she didn't even know the name of. Separated from her biological parents as an infant, her only "guardians" were slaves much like herself, and the beatings for disobedience were all that taught her to do as she was told. All in all, she would easily have lived a short, insignificant life until being killed for disobedience or worked to death were it not for the intervention of a certain Jedi Master - a Togruta by the name of Toran Kin. It was on this Jedi's diplomatic mission that he crossed paths with the child - a pitiable thing, as skilled in being a servant as she was speaking a lick of Galactic Basic. But feeling the pull of the Force within her, and seeing the clear suffering in the girl's eyes, seemed to force the Master's hand. In an action that went almost unnoticed by her fellow servants, Kin whisked the child away beneath his cloak, carrying her straight back to Coruscant.

During her early years at the Jedi Temple, Kedoa's possibly traumatizing upbringing on Nar Shaddaa quickly became a problem. While other younglings were taught the nature of the Force, she lacked many of the key social and life skills expected of those her age, including the very basics of reading and writing. This set her behind most of the initiates of her age group and often left her sidelined with the younger children for the first few years of her training. At the same time, it would even lead to her being a target of ridicule--events that would often culminate in bitter rivalries between her and the more unfriendly of her peers. And though her Master's strict regimen and discipline managed to prevent her from becoming an unruly delinquent, this upbringing would inevitably hamper his padawan's trust in others.

On the flip-side, this environment would serve the harden the young Kedoa's resolve. What she lacked in intellect was made up for by strength of will and an unwavering drive to better herself. While Master Kin's position as one of the Battlemasters saw her learn many lightsaber forms, she took a liking to Juyo, and later the Vaapad variant pioneered by Master Windu. It was with this unorthodox form--drawing from the user's deepest emotions to fuel violent and decisive strikes--that she eventually grew to distinguish herself as a skilled fighter. She grew to be capable of besting padawans quite a few years older than her, and even succeeded in holding her own against Master Cin Drallig long enough to earn his good graces. And as her grasp of the Force grew stronger, so too did her zealous adherence to the Jedi Code.

But even after Kedoa shed the mantle of padawan, some of the other Masters saw flaws in the passionate young Knight that Kin could not. To many of them, the problem lied with Master Kin and his teachings themselves. Kin, though an avid practitioner of the Light Side, was a militaristic Jedi. He was no-nonsense, stubborn, blunt, and often said to have a problematic ego - and some feared that these qualities had already begun to rub off on his fiery apprentice. These flaws hampered her in many fields and skills that were expected of Jedi Knights, particularly those of diplomacy, humility, and restraint. Nevertheless, a Knight she was, and the Council was not about to put her talents to waste.

Her first major contribution to the war effort came when she and her master were sent to Geonosis. It was there that they joined Master Windu's strike team in the daring but pyrrhic rescue mission that saw the deaths of many of her fellow Jedi. This first bitter taste of war would stick with Kedoa for the remainder of her time on the craggy, war-torn planet, which would last for three more long years.

The execution of Order 66 unfolded for her in a similar fashion to the countless other Jedi Generals that had been preoccupied with leading the Republic forces. Following a strike against the waning CIS-controlled strongholds, she returned from a routine scouting mission only to be accosted by the very clones she had led into battle just a day prior. While she was successful in fending them off, the loss of communication with her master during the chaos forced Kedoa to backtrack. She searched desperately for Master Kin and the remaining Knights and Padawans that had been transferred there, cutting down swathes of clones that dared to stand in her way. But try as she might, she found not a single of her brothers or sisters left alive, with even her beloved Master eventually overcome by the sudden betrayal of their own soldiers. Alone and stranded, it was here that the fiery Knight came closest to succumbing to her grief and anger--the closest she strayed to slipping away from the light of the Code.

But her judgement would not falter that day. She would not fall without first seeing justice done. Vowing to one day avenge whomever was responsible for the unforgivable slaughter of their Order, Kedoa slipped away from the warzones in silence, bouncing between hijacked starships and stowing away in derelict freighters until she was off Geonosis and into the wider Galaxy.

Her initial exile took her to Odessen, where she arrived among the last to answer Master Shan's call...

•Force Abilities:
While hardly a master of wielding the Force, Kedoa is still familiar with the standard abilities that are known to your average Jedi Knight. She has taken a preference for abilities that enhance her physical attributes and combat prowess, such as Force Speed, Force Agility, and Saber Throw.

•Lightsaber: A dual-bladed blue saberstaff
•Preferred Saber Style: Form VII: Juyo/Vaapad
•Secondary(Second favored, Optional) Saber Style: Form II: Makashi

•RP Sample: bruH

[Rynagria]

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[Danceria]

Consider me intrigued

[Kyraina]

Is this still open to newcomers?

Yes I believe so

[Britanania]

•Character Full Name: Huthu'vathu'ressec, core name "Vathu"

•Gender: female

•Race/Species: Chiss

•Age: 33

•Physical Appearance: Tall, standing at 1.8 metres, with lean features and long, shoulder-length hair, Vathu exhibits her people's characteristic blue skin, piercing red eyes, and bluish-black hair.

•Homeworld: Rentor

•Personality: Cold and often reserved, Vathu is soft-spoken and courteous, if not polite, and she exudes the confidence and sophistication of a Chiss warrior. Her poise, however, belies two other aspects of her personality that Vathu rarely lets others in on. The first is that the nature of her upbringing and her career as a warrior of the Chiss, she has seen her fair share of the ugly side of the galaxy, no to say nothing of the Chiss' wars against the horrors of the Unknown Regions, and has developed her reserved nature as a means of controlling the deep scars her campaigns have left on her, leaving her partially neurotic, if not outright paranoid and therefore suspicious of outsiders. It has also given her the belief that autocracy is absolutely necessary to prevent further chaos and to protect innocent lives.

•Biography: Vathu was born on Rentor, not far from the Chiss Ascendency's capital world of Csilla. When she was five years old, her parents were killed in a raid against the Grysk Hegemony. Not long after, Vathu was taken to serve as an ozyly-esehembo navigator for the Ascendency, receiving her training at the Expansionary Fleet complex on Naporar. Vathu served as a "sky-walker" for the next ten years, until her abilities faded and she elected to join the Ascendancy Defense Fleet, the brutal murder of her family still fresh in her mind.

Vathu served in distinction in the Defense Fleet, contributing to the Ascendecy's campaigns to secure their borders against the Grysk and other threats, and rose to the rank of Mid-Commander. During her time in the Defense Fleet, Vathu encountered Separatist ships harassing the Ascendency's borders, which drew her ship into battle against the CIS along the borders of Wild Space. It was here that Vathu first met representatives of the Galactic Republic, whom she assisted in defeating a Separatist task force, believing that the Separatists and by extension the wider chaos caused by the Clone Wars, could threaten the Chiss Ascendency.

The Chiss Ruling Families, upon hearing Vath's report, considered the threat posed by the Clone Wars, and elected to send Vathu covertly to observe the dangers. Vathu made it into the Republic's borders just as Order 66 began, and soon made contact with the newly established Galactic Empire's navy. She offered them information regarding the Unknown Regions in exchange for a position within the Empire's military, to act as an advisor. As an alien within the humancentric Empire, Vathu was assigned as a commodore of the Venator-class Star Destroyer Invictus and ordered to Ihduno to prove her abilities as a commander.

•Weapons and Equipment: DC-17 Blaster Pistol

•RP Sample:

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[The Imperial Republic]

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[Bolslania]

•Character Full Name: CT-1352 "Hardball"

•Gender: M

•Race/Species: Clone/Human

•Age: 13 (Chronologically) 26 (Biologically)

•Physical Appearance:

•Homeworld: Kamino

•Personality: A motivating and effective leader, Hardball has no difficulty in rallying the 320th Legion to fight for first the Republic, and now the Empire. While a good leader to his men, he is absolutely ruthless towards his enemies. He is often a rowdy and humorous man around his men, especially fellow officers in his Legion, but around superiors and outsiders he presents himself as a polite and reserved Officer. He is no stranger to combat, and will occasionally suffer from PTSD related dreams. He personally executed his Jedi General and his padawan, and the deed has left a scar on the otherwise stalwart clone's psyche.

•Biography: Clone Trooper 1352 was brought into being 10 years before the start of the Clone Wars. He fought at the First Battle of Geonosis as a Clone Lieutenant, leading a platoon of clones in the initial landing on the CIS planet. His combat debut had positive and negative aspects. While he completed all of his objectives, his platoon suffered heavy casualties, many clones burning up in their LAATs before they even hit the ground. His second deployment would be to Muunilinst, where he assisted in taking the city, allowing General Kenobi and the ARC troopers to capture the banking clan leaders. This mission would be more successful for the Lieutenant, where his platoon suffered little in the way of casualties, even though they were at the tip of the spear for the battle. He would be promoted to Clone Captain at the Battle of Christophsis, after his Captain was killed during the fighting. Hardball would lead the remnants of his company throughout the duration of the battle, capably embracing the role of a company commander.

Hardball would be present at the Battles of Malastare, Dorin, Geonosis 2, Kamino 3, Sullust, Felucia 2, Umbara, Christophis 2, and Coruscant. When Order 66 was initiated, Hardball was on a Venator warship in Republic space. He had been made a Clone Commander at the Battle of Umbara, after his commander was killed during the brutal fighting while he was a Clone Major. He was on the bridge of the starship when he received the order, alongside his former friend Jedi General Balfur Sol. He drew his DC-15 Carbine, and alongside the bridge crew and command staff of the 320th Legion, was able to defeat the Jedi. Hardball then led a squad of his best clones to hunt down and kill Padawan Karia Adrien. They found the teenaged girl in her quarters, and that is where Hardball executed his friend with a single blaster round to the head. Hardball then assumed full command of the 320th Legion, and his Legion and the Venator which they were stationed on proceeded to track down and eliminate another 2 Jedi Knights.

•Weapons and Equipment:

DC-15S Carbine

DC-17 Blaster Pistol

•RP Sample:

[The Imperial Republic]

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