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 Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 8:05 pm
Yes i'm trying anything to get a few more rp's going.
Takes place before the Jedi downfall. Before luke and all that jaz. Its your typical Star Wars rp, You can be a Jedi, a councilman, civilian, pilot to a ship Ect.... We'll see where it goes from there!
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Please don't make me post the rules you all should know them.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 8:13 pm
Profiles Username: Ace5262 Name: Artemis age: 22 Race: Awuotlof Bio: Artemis is a jedi thats had a rough go at it. As a padwon she lost her left arm and as a result keeps long gloves on to hide it despite the fact that one of the Jedi elders has used her as a test subject for a prosteic arm that one cant' tell it is prosteic. When she lost her arm she was also captured by enslavers that tormented her, it took her master along time to tame her mind back down to where she could control her emotions. The council seems to not trust her as much as some of the others. She is a proven warrior. and its no fun to reveal all the past in a profile now is it? Apperance:  Other: she has a large dog like creature that follows her around.  ************************************************************ Username: malachitedragon1 Name: Sable age: Visually 20, physically closer to 40 Race: Catharian Bio: Sable is a jedi posing as a ship pilot, though most who observe his easygoing nature and his love of laughter often would find this hard to believe, simply thinking him 'too lazy' to be one of the fearsome guardians of the galaxy. His left hand is forever encased in a black glove, a momento from a battle long ago in his early years as a jedi that he rarely talks about, but those who live nearby are often awakened by his screams of pain as the phantom limb protests, mangled nerve-endings screaming at him in his dreams... He does own his own ship, the Anghammarad, and maintains it with the same affection that many men maintain their old, valuable cars with, often humming while he works. Apperance:  (Minus the sword behind him.) Other: He's often seen with a large, biomechanical cat-creature of unknown origin. Attempts to track it have failed, but it seems to be his companion. 
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 11:35 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 4:26 am
Artemis sighs as she walks around the sandy planet, at the moment she was trying to find a ride out of here. She had no wish to stay here any longer, however most of the pilots around here were renegades and wouldn't think of going anywhere near any planet that had another Jedi on it with out something other then credits. She didn't approve of doing mind melds on other es for personal reasons, but the idea of staying there for a month till the Jedi council decided to retrieve her after her ship had been destroyed by the sith she had followed was irritating.
Behind her followed a creature as large as a panther, with dark bluish scales that made it look almost lizard-ish in nature, with large claws, and a tail almost as long as the rest of its body, it seemed to not like the pacing it was doing, but followed anyway least itself be left behind on this dusty planet.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:55 am
Username: malachitedragon1 Name: Sable age: Visually 20, physically closer to 40 Race: Catharian Bio: Sable is a jedi posing as a ship pilot, though most who observe his easygoing nature and his love of laughter often would find this hard to believe, simply thinking him 'too lazy' to be one of the fearsome guardians of the galaxy. His left hand is forever encased in a black glove, a momento from a battle long ago in his early years as a jedi that he rarely talks about, but those who live nearby are often awakened by his screams of pain as the phantom limb protests, mangled nerve-endings screaming at him in his dreams... He does own his own ship, the Anghammarad, and maintains it with the same affection that many men maintain their old, valuable cars with, often humming while he works. Apperance: (Minus the sword behind him.) Other: He's often seen with a large, biomechanical cat-creature of unknown origin. Attempts to track it have failed, but it seems to be his companion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Username: MalachiteDragon1 Name: Alacia Age: 8 (Too young for her physiology to slow the aging process yet) Race: Catharian Bio: Alacia is Sable's younger sister. She was born during his 20 years of Sith captivity, captured during his capitivy and brought to him. At first he didnt believe that he had a sister, but when they began to torture her, to cut her ears and tail to shreds, he couldnt let them hurt her. He escaped shortly after, sacrificing his left hand to rescue his younger sister and take her with him to safety. Since then they've been practically insepeable, except for when the council sends him on missions. Her personality could best be described as a dynamo- she's always energetic, never even seeming to notice that her ears and tail are damaged. Apperance:  Other: She's hyperenergetic. She may or may be not allergic to the duraplast that her brother's body absorbs, it has yet to be proved.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:11 am
Damn that Troydarian quartermaster...if all this sand gets into the gears and starts glitching the systems again, He and I are going to have a talk...
*Sable thought to himself as he wrapped his cloak tighter around himself ot protect against the sand-laden breezes, his tail tight around his waist under the rough fabric and his ears flat against his head to keep the sand out. The armor of the ship was pocked with various battlewounds- laser burns, deep scars woven by ion missiles, but all of them had been meticulously patched, and it was only with the most discerning eye that the old wounds could be seen. By his feet, the biomechanical tiger rested behind a box to shield itself as much as possible from the annoying sand, its long tail twitching as it glanced up to Sable. He sat down on the box it was shielding itself with and rubbed along its head slowly, elliciting soft purrs from the creature as they essentially waited for something to happen.*
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 5:09 pm
The second of the two dogs that followed her was scouting the docking bays for any ship that may be leaving more quietly then out in the open such as the ones found in the bars.
Artemis walked slowly through the sand, finding a small bar to sit down in that would allowe the lizard creatures she worked with to enter. She ordered a drink and sat down, the creature that had been following, curling up under the table.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 5:48 pm
Ace5262 The second of the two dogs that followed her was scouting the docking bays for any ship that may be leaving more quietly then out in the open such as the ones found in the bars. Artemis walked slowly through the sand, finding a small bar to sit down in that would allowe the lizard creatures she worked with to enter. She ordered a drink and sat down, the creature that had been following, curling up under the table. *His was one of the ones that would be leaving quite quietly, the biomechanical tiger lifting its head to watch the dog padding along, the metal plates along its back rising slightly. He looked down and rubed along its neck slowly, smoothing them back down, and it calmed again, purring under his caresses, as he watched the dog* "I wonder where it came from..." *He muttered softly to himself, his head tilting slightly*
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 5:58 pm
Its fur was not really fur, nor was it scales fully, it was a strange mix of something inbetween and most deff was not from around here. It looked at the tiger's scales and slunk down low like a panther might.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 6:07 pm
Ace5262 Its fur was not really fur, nor was it scales fully, it was a strange mix of something inbetween and most deff was not from around here. It looked at the tiger's scales and slunk down low like a panther might. "You stay here and watch the ship, Aren...I'm going to get a drink." *He pats the Tiger's head gently, hopping up and padding off towards the bar. He stretched softly as he walked, humming softly as his tail twitched slowly behind him* *The tiger watched him go, then turned its attention back to the dog-creature as best it could,t hough it wa shaving trouble keeping track of it as it slunk*
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 6:18 pm
The 2nd one growled softly, and stayed in the shadows, seeming to blend in almost a little scarily as if it were a shadow.
The drink was delivered to her and Artemis sighs, sipping the drink with the swirls of smoke coming from it, and paying with credits, before sitting back in the dark corner.
The 1st one blinked at the image it received from the 2nd and watched the one that came into the bar.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 6:30 pm
Ace5262 The 2nd one growled softly, and stayed in the shadows, seeming to blend in almost a little scarily as if it were a shadow. The drink was delivered to her and Artemis sighs, sipping the drink with the swirls of smoke coming from it, and paying with credits, before sitting back in the dark corner. The 1st one blinked at the image it received from the 2nd and watched the one that came into the bar. *He smiled to the bartender, sliding into a seat and stretching as his tail twitched slowly, humming softly to himself as he shook his head, dislodging some of the sand that had accumulated* "Chikkar." *he ordered his drink, a drink native to the planet that was made from the fruit of a cacti, more popular among those who werent heavy drinkers for its lower alcohol content and, when too much finally was consumed, the rather giggly hangover that it induced rather than the massive headache that other drinks gave. His eyes swept slowly over the room, a faint smile still on his lips. AFter a while the biomechanical tiger gave up on trying to track the first one, laying its head down and waiting patiently for its master to return*
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:10 pm
The 1st one blinked and curled further under the table.
The female that had a hood over her shoulders looked at him and paused on him as she set her cup down after taking a sip. Hmmm Jedi are you? or Sith?
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:23 pm
Ace5262 The 1st one blinked and curled further under the table. The female that had a hood over her shoulders looked at him and paused on him as she set her cup down after taking a sip. Hmmm Jedi are you? or Sith?*Most Sith probalby wouldnt have ordered Chikkar- most sith probably would have gone for hard liquor or the liver-rotting brews of Dakarran. He sipped softly at his green-hued drink, an ear angling back to the female that stared at him. He half-swiveled in his chair, his soft smile still on his lips, and raised his glass in a small salute to her, his tail swaying slowly as his other ear angled to the music that was playing in the bar. He doesnt seem to notice the first one under the table, humming softly*
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:27 pm
At his salute, the 1st one hissed and stood watching him carefully.
Artemis on the other hand didn't seem affected by his guesture, she finished her drink, and stood casualy, adusting her hood to further hide herface. Jedi then you be
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