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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 7:39 pm
Name: Graice "Grey Ghost" Chorster
Age: 27
Race: Human
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 172
Home Planet: Nar Shadda of Nal Hutta
Appearance:
From behind a bottle of ale, (which is more likely than not the case), one would gaze and look upon a slender man with hints at a muscular build blooming from within. Sporting a slightly tanned skintone, and bushy dark brown hair, one might find him naturally taunting. Or, this might be due to his piercing hazel eyes, which seemed to change spectrum almost of their own will. He carries an emotionless face with him to the cantina, and normally shows no expression unless there is reason to do so. He will smile when he is pleased, but for the most part, when there is something to be done, the most you could see from Graice is a wrinkled forehead, and possibly bit lips.
Normally, one would find him dubbed in his GTU AV-1C Combat Armor, possibly without the helmet or pack counterpart on. The armor in itself has properties of its own that would leave an impression, indeed. Full-plate, covering most of the body, the armor is equipped with its own computerized targeting system, which efficiently works with any weaponry connected to the pack. As well, the armor includes a built-in Repulsorlift Jetpack, built into the pack, of course. Sensors on his helmet allow him to see in dark 20 meters ahead of him, and as well, they provide him with a zoom capability much like that of normal electronic binoculars, able to make out objects 8 times the distance the visible eye could normally see. Other features include a comlink with a 50 kilometer range, and a built-in powerlamp that provides a beam 100 meters long, and 50 meters wide (in a 90 degree field of view).
History:
It's not easy, being a bounty hunter and mercenary. One must develop a gut for carnage, and an unsympathetic perception to the world. One must also be able to think on their feet and act quickly. Through nature and nurture, genetics and the environment in which he grew up in, Graice was able to acquire these properties. He grew up in Nar Shadda, and in all relativity has never strayed far from Nal Hutta itself within his lifespan. His father, Amus worked as a bodyguard for a rich hutt, and thus was quite powerful and rich himself. Amus had bought Graice's mother, Ariele, out of slavery from the hutt he was employed to, and shortly after, went into retirement with the blessings of protection from the mob boss. Amus frequented a tavern, which barely placed a dent in his budget. Shortly thereafter, Amus and Ariele had Graice, many would say unintentionally. Therefore, he grew up in an unstable environment. During some nights, he would witness his mother being smacked around by the brute who was his drunken father. On other nights, he witnessed the most sacred ritual a man and woman could do together. Neither were conscious of him eavesdropping on them. In ways, they didn't care. Such was the mentality in his world, that consisted of 8 walls and 2 rooms, with a bend lamp as the only source of light. Graice, at his age, never quite understood why his parents acted in such unpredictable ways.
He flew at 3 years of age. He learned quickly, from a homeless bum on the corner, how to hack, slice, and hotwire. And from these traits, he slowly learned basic literature. He wanted more to indulge in education, but his situation did not allow him to do so. Graice almost became victim to a mugger at the age of 7, if it were not for the help of another rogue who just happened to be walking by. The mugger was dead before he could even touch Graice. The man ran off.
A few days later, however, his father was shot and killed, apparently by the same people the hutt had ordered to protect him. It was conspiracy, at the least. Graice watched it with his own eyes, as his father became peppered with pressurized bolts of gas, that sizzled right through him. The man behind the murder was none other than the same man who had saved his hide just a few days ago. In an air of mystery, the man threw Graice his blaster, wished him luck in the world, and told him to keep his a** out of others' busisness. At his age, he knew not how to take this at all. He stood there, wide-eyed, for several moments.
It was moments like these, throughout the years, that hardened him, and tested his courage, strength, speed, and dexteritity. In his teen years, he worked jobs for the hutts, starting at escorting services, and making it's way to full-blown group assassinations. He had been dubbed with expensive armor, and arsenal to match; old favorites of marksmen before him, and a cutting-edge streamlined combat suit. At age 16 he literally lived at the cantina, and did not speak to his mother afterwards. Sometimes, even to this day, he wonders what came of his mother. He, however, tries his best not to become attached emotionally to anything or anyone, which is why he finds himself at risk when working with his counterpart, Kelen.
He first met Kelen years ago whilst on an infiltration mission. It was the first time both were paired up for a mission, and although they found themselves hestitated by one another, by the end of the mission it became clear to them that their strengths played off one another, and that they could make a grand team. The two became partners, and started their own independant agency. Though the hutts find disappointment in this, they still are apt to pay handsomely for thier services. And although Graice would never admit it, he finds himself become ever moreso attracted to Kelen, which fustrates him with each passing day.
It was not long until the two had moved from quarters near the cantina into the Velvet Vandrake, a large combat-ready transport. It is now possible for them to travel from district to district to stay for days on end, but also, to orbit around and actually travel to Nal Hutta. Now marks the next chapter in his life.
Skills:
Experienced marksman at close/medium range. Efficient weapons slicer. Cunning and creative, in which his job is dependant on. can hold his own in a shot-for-shot match, somewhat charismatic.
Ship:
The "Docent" is a customized version of the "Starhawk". A one-man fighter designed for use both inside and outside a planet's atmosphere, its highly streamlined and aerodynamic shape allowed it to travel at impressive speeds during aerial flight. Its high-powered twin sublight engines resulted in similarly impressive performance in the vacuum of space, with a top cruising velocity of 100 MGLT. Moreover, two rear-facing maneuvering thrusters, mounted on the underside and near the outside edge of the wings, allowed the Starhawks to cut tighter turns than any other ship of its class.
These high performance flight characteristics, however, placed a heavy strain on the fighter's power plant. Therefore, both offensive and defensive systems on the Starhawk were rather limited. Its deflector shields were only about half as powerful as other interceptor-class craft of that era. The designers did their best to compensate for this limitation by covering the forward edges (and certain other critical areas) of the craft with an ultra-reflective metal alloy, which helped to reflect and dissipate the destructive energies of many E.M.-based weapons. This technique yielded results almost comparable to competing interceptor defensive systems in head-to-head confrontations, but left the craft rather vulnerable to attacks from the rear.
The fighter's primary offensive weaponry consisted of two forward firing laser cannons mounted on the tips of its gracefully sweeping wings. Though their power output was fairly typical for the time, these cannons were made significantly more potent through the use of a state-of-the-art targeting system that was particularly effective during strafing runs. A pair of proton torpedo launchers were also present on the belly of the craft, but could carry only a single torp each. Ground crews could replace the launch tubes with miniature ion cannons if the need arose, but the power drain from multiple ion blasts could lead to a severe degradation in flight performance.
Starhawks were designed as short-range fighters, typically dispatching from capital ships or serving in planetary defense forces. As such, the fighter's design made no allowance for hyperdrives or the astromechs needed for hyperspace jump calculations. Graice has felt no heavy impulse to modify this fact, unlike many other owners of the Starhawk, due to the convience of Kelen's "Velvet Vandrake", which allowed him to dock his ship in the rear compartment.
The Starhawk was given to Graice by the son of a Korpil Corperation CEO, as payment for the assassination of a thug who had made death-threats towards him several times in the past. Once Graice possessed it, he named it the "Docent" and sold the torpedo launchers, included with the ship, on the black market. Afterwards, he used the money to pay handsomely for the installation of an AI-enhanced target painter, in the place of the launchers. This target painter holds an exclusive transmitter connection to the Velvet Vandrake's missile targetting system, and as long as the painter is activated and kept on the desired target, all explosives launched by the Vandrake will travel to the given coordinates. Graice saw obvious advantage in having this system installed on his ship.
Items:
- 30 Sequencer Charges w/ Remote Detonator
- 5 Bacta Mates
- Fusion Cutter
- 2 Deployable AI-Enhanced Turrets
- 5 EMP Darts (treat as grenade)
- Portable Computer
Weapons:
DC-17m - The BlasTech DC17m ICWS is the Republic Commando's standard issue Special Forces combat weapons system. Attachment components quickly convert the weapon from an Ion Pulse Blaster Rifle to an Ion Pulse Sniper Rifle or Anti-Armor charge launcher.
Trandoshan Concussion Rifle - A prized possession of many reptilian humanoid bounty hunters, this launches large volleys of ionized air that emits a shockwave on impact.
Survival Knife - Basic survival knife, mechanically vibrates for more efficiency.
Class: Mercenary, Non-Force User.
Post Color: Slategray
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 8:28 pm
 Class: Jedi Name:Anum Tal'nilim Age:36 Race: Twi'lek Height:5'8" Weight:150 Home planet:Tatooine Appearance:A white twi'lek with 2 light blue tatoos on his lekku. He wears dark khaki colored pants, and a shirt that same color with an iron chestplate that fits snug around his body. He also wears a green cloak. History: After Anum was born, his parents didn't wish to take care of a child, so they left him on the door step of another on Tatooine. When the people found him they knew he was special on the first look of him. The family that took him in were human, and with the last name of Tal'Nilim. As he was growing up he did not know of his real parents, and just thought he was born different from the other children. He found from one of his experiences that through his anger he could channel an unknown power. He kept that to himself. He grew up, and helped his "parents" by getting a job at the local mechanics shop. While there he learned how to build and carefully take apart things without breaking them. It was there that he found his ship, an old v-wing from republic times. It was many item upon which needed in order to survive in space. Anum went right to work on it, and eventually cleaned it up to perfection. He said good bye to his family, but before he went his parents told him of how he came to be. He left Tatooine at the age of 16 in search of things he could never find. Through his journees he met many people who taught him more about the force. He learned how to fight, and how to weild the force without using emotions. He made enough money fighting with people to buy him some new cloathing and an iron chestplate. He eventually took the ultimate test of his manhood when he finally decided to tatoo his lekku, which was very painful for him. He has seen many things, and has been through much as well. At the age of 36, he became a jedi knight and is a well respected by the Jedi Masters of the Temple and treated as though he was a master instead of a knight. Skills:fighting, and mechanical Ship:upgraded v-wing items:chest plate, cloathing Weapons:none Rank:Jedi Knight Lightsaber: Yes Type: Single Color: Orange Fighting Style: Form X, and Form V {edited by Alex L. Skyhopper=last scentince of the history, sorry nick sweatdrop }
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 6:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 7:57 am
Class: Jedi Name: Pohatu Age: 15 Race sad look at the Species thread) Human Height: 6'2 Weight: 175 Home planet: Corellia Appearance: Waiting on an avatar edit. History: Like his grandfather before him, Pohatu was cast out of his house for being Force-sensitive. What's even odder is that he looks EXACTLY like his grandfather did, even their force powers matching. Ever since then he's lived the life of a rogue Jedi, hoping to one day find the Jedi Order and train properly. He even stole a ship in order for him to be able to travel! Skills sad no force powers) Lock picking, compuer hacking, engine work. What do you expect from a Jedi who's been forced to become a criminal to survive? Ship:  items: A grappling hook, magnetic claws for climbing Weapons sad no lightsabers) A single-shot blaster when he's sleeping or eating, but he also carries a pair of twin blasters when he's out in public, or about to head into a fight. Rank sad All new members start as younglings until a knight apprentices you) Younglin, even if 15 is a tad old. Lightsaber (Do not fill out until you recieve one from your master): Type: (Single, Dual, Double-bladed) He'll probably perfer to work with a double-bladed one. Color: Yellow is the perference. Fighting Style sad Look at Lightsaber thread for list of fighting styles): He's quite an acrobat, so that's what his fighting style will be based on.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 8:42 am
Name: Keike Kikea
Age: 14
Race: Human
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 135
Home planet: Korriban
Appearance: Everything average, body type, weight, height, everything... Except a scar he received during an illegal duel. Nearly black hair down to his mid back, always tied at his neck to keep it out of the way with sharp, cold green eyes.
History: Raised by his mother on the Sith planet of Korriban. Never knew his father but continually heard storied of his valor against the Jedi, how he had quickly moved through the Sith ranks but was slain by a Jedi Knight. He made it his desire to exact vengeance upon the Jedi and began attempting to make himself recognized by any Sith Knights to apprentice him through entering in death matches and by studying Sith legends and history, memorizing the code very quickly.
Skills other than force skills: Advanced Mechanical Knowldege, Advanced Swordsmanship
Ship: None
Items: None
Weapons: 2 Vibroswords
Rank: Youngling
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 9:26 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 11:17 am
Class:jedi
Name:chonai
Age:14
Race: cathar
Height:5'6"
Weight:115 lbs
Home planet:cathar
Appearance: tall, girl, long pointed ears, cat like eyes. Otherwise, almost human.
History:Born on cathar, had unsual strength, and a high force reading. at ten village was atacked by another vilage, no one survived but me and my friend, we ran away. My friend died of hunger, Not long afterward I was saved by sneeking onto a trade ship. traveled around the galaxy untill I came to the Jedi Council.
Skills: cat like instinct
Ship:none
items:neclace from home world
Weapons:none
Rank: Youngling
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 6:04 pm
Class: Jedi
Name: Haragorn Zelphados
Age: Fifty something
Race: Wookie
Height: Average for a wookie, bbut tall for most people
Weight: A little bit more than the average wookie weight, but it's just because of extra muscle.
Home planet: Kashyyyk
Appearance: He has brown fur, with silvery hairs mixed in. He has a slash of white fur crossing his right eye.
History: He has been training at the temple for years, and went through all of Darth Magnus's reign. He was lucky to have survived, but his apprentice had gone to the dark side. This left him more careful, and less agressive.
Skills: He has claws, which are only used for scaling trees, and is very strong, even more than average wookies. Years of leaping around has given him heightened strength.
Ship: Shaped like a red boomerang, with hatches on the top and bottom. It has six photon torpedo launchers, four grapnel cannons, and four mountable laser cannons. It also has a pair of double laser cannons on the front, and is equipped with both plasma mines and frag mines. It is rather small, and everything slides inside. Since it is so sleek, it can go rather fast.
items: Grappling wires mounted on his half gloves, a long grappling hook with folding up capabilities, and his fiber belt. He also has a bunch of small tools, including three breather masks, and the keys to his ship. He also carries a bunch of small smoke greades of his own design. They are made with three peices of firm metal, surrounding and extremely dense orb of force-compacted smoke. It is so dense that when it exploses, it can rip through most metals, and even light on fire due to friction with the air.
Weapons: A small bone knife, from his first hunt. He hunted and caught his first animal, and then, as was custom, carved a knife from one of its bones.
Rank: Master
Lightsaber
Type: Single
Color: Bronze, a reddish orange.
Fighting Style: Form XII, though he is nowhere near mastering it.
((Master Qui-Li-Djinn said I was still a jedi master...))
Edit by Bangus: Qui-li may be captain but it is upto Magnus's choice your rank. You will need to consult him although there is unlikely to be a problem. Please PM ManagerKyoto to reach Magnus
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 1:25 pm
Class:jedi
Name: Adenia
Age: 17
Race: Human
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 107
Home planet: N/A
Appearance: Long black hair, crystal blue/grey eyes, and she wears a brown jedi robe that was given to her as a gift from her owner when he was training her in self defense. Under the robe is normal everyday garments, with her melee swords on her side.
History: When she was three, her dad lost a bet at a swoop race, and had to give his daughter into slavery so he could pay off his debt. She was then brought to Telos and sold to one of the gang bosses in the undercity. By the time she was six, her master realized that she had skills that normal humans do not posesess. He trained her in self defence with blasters and melee weapons. When she was fifteen her master died in a gang brawl. Using the skills that she possessed she managed to escape the undercity and pilot her master's ship off the planet. She has been on her own since then.
Skills other than force skills: She is an excellent swordsman(woman). Altho she uses her melee swords a lot in combat, she is also a proficient gunsman(woman). Other skills consist of computer use, pilot, awareness, persuade, treat injury, and repair.
Ship: Starfighter
items:
Weapons: blaster pistol, and 2 melee swords
Jedi Type: Guardian
Rank: padawan
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color speech:dark blue
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 8:22 pm
Class: Smuggler
Name: Janxe Regilion
Age: 28
Race sad look at the Species thread) Human
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 115lbs
Home planet: Corellia
Appearance: His eyes shine brightly with a mischovesnes usually found in small children. A smirk can almost always be found on his wiry face. His light brown facial hair seems to stay in stubble form, growing back in a matter of hours, and almost never grows past an 1/8th inch. His body is usualy covered with loose clothing. Although he changes clothes at every oppertunity, He can always be seen with a pair of navyblue pants with a Corellian blood stripes. He is very short, but is presence is overbearing. When he walks into a room, everybody knows it. He has a Cocky, conquer-all attitude that never diminishes no matter what the adversity.
History: As a child, Janxe was a playful and adventurous boy. This led him into many dangerous situations. When he was ten, He wandered from his neighborhood. This may not have seemed like a wonderous event to the rest of the galaxy, but Janxe’s family lived in the nicer part of Coronet. His family was rather wealthy, but not many people knew what they did for a living. The fact was, Galio Regilion was the leader of a large smuggling cartel known as The Entropamorphic Linen, it was more commonly refered to as the folding cloth, for obvious reasons. He left his nice, cozy, sanitary cul-de-sac and found himself, after many hours of “searching for his ball,” in the slums. Even at his age, Janxe found himself able to wind logic around most adults, so he wasn’t worried when he was snatched up and taken to a warehouse. His captor claimed that he would be rich from the ransom. Janxe laughed at the notion. “Do you know who my father is? If you do, than you know how stupid it is for you to hold me for ransom. Well, do you?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. “Well, not…” Janxe interrupted the man. “No? Then how do you intend to collect? Do you really mean to walk around asking for the parents of the kid you snatched? I’ve seen hawk bats with bigger brains. And don’t give me that look. You don’t, Don’t want to kill me. If you did, prison would be the safest place to hide….” He went on like this until CorSec responded to the emergency beacon he turned on while the would-be abductor was scratching his head at a sudden change in conversation about hyperspace travel. That was not all of his adventures, but alas, there is not enough room to explain in detail the rich and intriguing life of Janxe Regilion. His family takes pride in being able to track it’s lineage all the way back to Han Solo himself. Janxe has even done his best to emulate the hero of old. From befriending a wookie by the name of Rishor, to carrying a modified DL-44, to piloting a rebuilt and heavily customized YT-1300, dubed the Eon Raptor He recently took a job to smuggle a boy no older that 18 off of Corellia.
Skills sad no force powers) Ace Freight Pilot. Can fix anything; sense motive; bluff; diplomacy; escape artist; tumble; streetwise;
Ship: Eon Raptor. Customized YT-1300. It is equipped with top of the line boosters as well as a main thruster crafted by his brother in law, who is the lead designer for the planet’s largest Starship company. It is equipped with the standard top and belly guns, with slight adjustments that allow for a much faster rate of fire. Janxe also had two fixed guns attached to the front of the ship. It is painted jet black.
items: Tool belt. G2-4T droid.(the kind from Star Tours)
Weapons sad no lightsabers) Modified BasTech DL-44 Blaster.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 11:20 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 10:10 am
Name: Tacry Carav Age: 19 Race: Human Height: 6'4" Weight: 207lbs Home planet: Tatooine Appearance:   History: Tacry was born on Tatooine, his parents slaves to some Hutts. He was lost to a hutt as a wager in a Podrace and taken to Naboo, where he grew up under the guidance of Bounty Hunters. Found by the Jedi at age 12, the Council decided his Force skills were too great to be let alone, allowing him to be trained. Tacry learned much in the ways of the Force, but the death of his parents at the hands of the Republic's enemies caused great darkness to cloud his mind. As his quest for vengeance continued, Tacry went against the ways of the Jedi, killing those who had brought about his parents' demise. The Council demanded Tacry's lightsaber and banned the use of the Force. He wouldn't listen, fleeing the Council and hiding in the shadows. He continues to use his own methods of dealing with the Sith and others, which has sent the Council on a mission to find and stop the Rouge Jedi. Skills other than force skills: Master craftsman and theif, very good with hands, very quick and adaptable to weaponry. Can use almost anything as a weapon. Ship: Jedi Starfighter items: Jedi communication device, smoke grenades (not used as weapons) Weapons: none Class: rogue jedi Force Skill level: Master Lightsaber: yes Type: Single Color: Purple Fighting Style: Soresu (3), training for Ataru (4)
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 5:29 am
Class: sith Name: William Kern Age: 21 Race:human Height: 5'11 Weight:198 Home planet: tatooine Appearance:  History: unkown Skills: Ship: none items: Weapons:grenades Rank:youngling Lightsaber (Do not fill out until you recieve one from your master) Type: (Single, Dual, Double-bladed) Color: Fighting Style: Niman Speech Colour:BLACK
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 6:28 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 11:54 am
Class: Jedi Sentinel
Name: Mira Tor
Age: 11
Race: Twi?lek
Height: 5 feet
Weight: 90 pounds
Home planet: Nar Shaddaa
Appearance: Blue skin, Wears a standard Jedi robe
History: Mira was gifted with the ability to use the force at a young age thus so was picked on constantly She has no knowledge of who her mother was and her father died when she was 5.
Eventually she was sold into slavery until the Jedi order freed her.
Skills: Stealth, Security, Critical strike, Melee proficiency, Stealth run, Dueling, Implant level 3
Ship: A-wing
items: Breath mask, Immunity D-package, Taris Survival gloves, Stealth field generator
Weapons: Ryyk-blade, Republic-blaster
Rank:Jedi Knight
Lightsaber
Type:Single
Color:Cyan
Fighting Style:Rank:Form I: Shii-Cho
Speech Colour:Blue
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