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 Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 12:28 pm
I was making a Star Wars story called Star
Wars: Jedi Dont Cryand I got stuck and I have no more ideas. So
please just turn this into a normal roleplay.
Some Romance can be included!
No God Mode!
No Cybering!
Talk like normal people no symbols!(OMG, f***, sh*t)
I thought it would be fun to turn Star Wars into a roleplay and I love Star
Wars very much so dont slander the name in vain.
Make your own profile pm it to me or post it and add some kind of
Character Picture!
Make it whoever you want it to be. Have fun my little RolePlayers!
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 1:18 pm
Name: Flame Willow
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Race: Human
Height: 5' 6"
History: Got accepted late in the Jedi Temple but now a Jedi Knight but when she was very young she was in a Courasant alleyway and got exsposed to a deadly toxin that got absorbed into her skin and in result her hair turned bright red and her eyes could change color according to her emotions
Wants most in the world: the cure to the said toxin
Attitude: distant, funny, understanding, clumsy, but her temper is killer, powerful sence of justice
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 7:10 pm
Name: Kara Movski
Gender: Female
Race/origin: Chloran
Height: 5' 2"
Age: 16
Bio: She was born in the tribal lands of Chlora, where the people are mostly like humans, but have other unique talents. Her purple hair is natural, from birth. She joined the jedi academy after her parents had died from raid in her village by a pack of Wargs (nasty, reptillian creatures with a taste for human blood). Saved by a jedi who believed her to be strong in the force and a great apprentice, she was spirited away to the Jedi Temple in Naboo and later in Tatooine. She is often travelling with her master, Feng Doman. Sort of like Flame Willow (sorry Moran!! I didn't know you had the same idea as me!!), her eyes change color with her emotions, typical Chloran attributes, and has incredible flexibility. She is as tall as she'll ever be at 5' 2" and deathly afraid of water.
The people of Chlora are wood-dwellers who live high up in the treetops to avoid the predators of their planet. Not all Chlorans hate water (although plenty do), but living in the toxic swamps of Mid Adur, Kara's tribe fears entering any body of water entirely. Chlorans can also speak the tongue of the animal appointed to them at the cerimony when they turn five. Kara's animal is a cat, which is also her constant companion.
Appearance:
Other: Kara is clumsy, and often in trouble for a large variety of things from the trivial prank to the accidental crashing of Master Doman's prized speeder. She is witty, and usually finds a way to talk her way out of things, but has a habbit to ramble on in the Chloran language when she is nervous.
And Kara also has a surprising talent for computers, which has gotten her into almost as much trouble as its got her out of.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 5:05 pm
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!! Can I start this role-play off?? (go ahead and just delete this post if you don't want it, I'm just being a spaz and need to post something!)
((Wait, before I say anything, where are we? And, uh, what's the plot? *Feels as smart as a screwdriver* I'm just going to go ahead and post. Correct me if I'm wrong sweatdrop ))
Kara felt quite lucky as she took her first confident step on the hard metal floors of the Narita Spaceport. With a ship that wasn't built to accommodate a jump to hyperspace, she was just relieved her and her ship had arrived in one piece; she hadn't lost any body parts, the inside mechanics of her STO Firebird remained unchanged, and she hadn't been blasted into space or sucked through a black hole during the crossing. Still, she couldn't help the quakes in her stomach or the trembling of her hands as she unlatched the bag at her shoulder to let her cat out whom, after much fussing and indignant whines, clambered out and returned to his post on her shoulder. Kara walked forward.
Arriving at the Narita Spaceport was a big event. Large marquis flashed in welcoming colors, advertising different goods and events. The words "SOCKO'S SPEEDERS" in neon green screamed from the ceiling, displaying a portrait of Socko next to his prized speeder, with the proud grin of a person who had just won a race. Across from it was a large sign decorated in dazzling purple bulging letters that read "Bastely Bar", and another that read "Ollo's Outfitters". Hawkers bargained their goods towards the pulsing crowds, adding to a sense of chaos and excitement. It was a truly amazing experience for Kara who was busily soaking it all in, being carried along in the flow of the crowd. She couldn't believe what had elapsed in the last week, those shocking events that led to her being here. It seemed so much longer than a couple days.
A couple teenagers - Tainerians, by the looks of their bright neon clothing and dark pasty skin - hung by the compu docks, lazing around a sophisticated version of an ESO that blasted their music to their surroundings. The different languages all around her tickled her ears in their strange, foreign sound.
Kara looked towards her black cat and smiled. "We're here." She told him in it's own simple language.
The cat grinned. Yes, it seems we are.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 6:25 am
I was going to wait until we had more players until starting this roleplay
but we can start it anytime people can just jump right in.
As for the plot I havent thought that much about it, well I know we all
have to meet and stay in a group to accomplish some event. My story
started by going to Courasant from a mission. But this is a roleplay and
people can play how ever they want, but we have to meet and fight
together.
Can you help me with the plot Mikilala1the1third?
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 6:34 am
This looks so fun! I'm not a Star Wars expert (I've only seen the first movie), so, please, excuse any mistakes I make.
Name: Zariia Moon
Gender: Female
Race: Ervissian
Height: 5'7"
Age: 16 1/2
Bio/History: Zariia is a Ervissian through and through. She was born in the grassy territory that is Ervissa, born to a human father and Ervissian Mother, for there are no male Ervissians. The Ervissians are a population of only females, and all children born to an Ervissian are born Ervissian. It's as simple as that.
Though they look like normal humans, the Ervissians are like the people of Chlora in the way that they have special talents. The people of Ervissa are people of the earth, the daughters of the land, if you please. The Ervissians have a special green thumb talent that allows them to grow many types of vegetation in the hot plains of Ervissa. Though the territory has a hot climate, all types of things grow in the emerald plains.
Zariia was born to Saya Moon and Ernest Bellaire. Her mother died shortly after her birth, and her father, frightened by the Ervissian child before him, fled back to his home.
Zariia was raised by her Aunt, a Jedi. Zariia's aunt, Kayia, taught her the ways of the Jedi, and before long, Zariia was accepted into the Jedi Temple.
Another semi-talent of the Ervissians is that they can create a spore pet/monster as long as there is light, water and a plant available for them to use.
Appearance:
Personality: Zariia is a warrior through and through. Though most of the Ervissians are calm, gentle people, Zariia is different. She's strong willed and stubborn as anything, which gets her into trouble, but always seems to be worth it in the end.
If you can befriend the warrior girl, then you know she'll always be loyal and put you before herself.
She's just, so beware. If you wrong her, she'll get even in the end. Be wary of her hot temper, she's not afraid to hurt anyone.
Other: Zariia has a special spore pet, Moonlyte.
Her Lightsaber is a teal colour, representing a mixture of love for plant and water.
Zariia's hair colour is completely natural, it's one of the basic colours of Ervissian hair. Other common colours are: green, blue, green and yellow, yellow and blue, brown, yellow, brown and yellow, brown and green, brown and blue, etc.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 1:09 pm
okay people, we need a bad guy so do one of you want me or youselfs to create a new person? Or do you want one of your characters to be the bad guy?
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 3:11 pm
Do you want to have a bad guy NPC for now, and then change it later? I was thinking that we could set off for some mission or other, to solve some uncertain mystery or villain (that we don't know of yet) and end up having to solve the source of the whatever bad thing happened. I want to leave tha very broad, cause it's no fun if we all know the storyline perfectly. Oh, and Emma: Thanks for joining! It'll be a lot of fun!
fyi: My friend bit my arm. o.O There are, like, marks. Am I the only one weirded out by this? sad What if she has rabies or something.... xp
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 1:18 pm
Sounds good, sounds good. I like the NPC idea. It'll work for now.
By the way, that's perfectly normal for friends to do. My friend and I were fighting for Mr. Tennis Ball (Do not ask), and she bit me. And I bled.
Lawlz, it was only my little finger, though. I lived.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 8:48 pm
xd That's very encouraging to hear! And I haven't died yet (although I don't really feel very good right now, but I htink that hsa more to do with my cold). Yeah, my friends are pretty much insane. Anyway, should we start the story agian? Want me to repost my start/opener thing-a-ma-watch-ma-call-it?
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 12:38 pm
(Humans dont have rabies.)
Flame stood in a dark corridor waiting. The Sullistan was cautionly moving toward my corner unaware of my overwhelming presence. My hand clenched over my cool lightsaber handle ready to strike this foul beast. This man was selling Twi'lek and Iridonian children as slaves to desperate clients.
The only way I saw that was a fitting death was to strike him when he wasnt looking. He finally had his back to me and was sniffing the night air.
I saw the right moment and I striked, hard and true.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 3:29 pm
((On the contrary, my fine fellow friend. I learned about it in Biology (you just die real quick when you get it). And "The only way I saw that was a fitting death was to strike him when he wasnt looking"...is that very jedi-like? Striking behind someone's back??) sweatdrop
Vrruummm... Kara's eyes widened. She had taken a detour through an alleyway (a very big mistake, she noticed quickly) and had finally gotten away from the noise of the large crowd. But Kara recognized that sound. That electronic, sizzling hum could belong to no other device but a lightsaber. She wondered remotely if she should seek out it's source to find the jedi, but stopped. What if it wasn't a jedi?
She narrowed her eyes and gripped the hilt of her lightsaber on her belt. That way, she was ready, but she knew that it was a dark jedi, then she had no chance against him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 6:16 am
Zariia moved quickly and noiselessly, as the people of Ervissa tend to do. She had heard the sound. Yes, the sound only a Lightsaber can make. That sound.
Of course she had recognized it; she was a trained Jedi herself. With her hand on the hilt of her own weapon, she followed traced the sound to it's source; an alleyway.
Silently, she stalked the noise, knowing she'd stand out in the dark alleyway; it was her traditional Ervissian clothing. Even though she wasn't in her territory, she wore her clothing loud and proud. That was Zariia for you.
She knew if it was a Jedi who had foolishly joined the darkside, and if this Jedi had more experience than herself, she would stand no chance, and she was easily walking into a death trap.
Ah well. The excitement would be worth it.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 8:54 am
Kara felt a presence around her, though no noise escaped the dimly lit corridor. Her hand began to sweat as it gripped her lightsaber hilt. She slowly, cautiously glided forward. Closer, closer to the sound...
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 11:57 am
Zariia noticed another person in the alleyway, though she could tell she was not the source of the sound. She seemed just as wary as Zariia herself, if not more so.
She cautiously crept forward, intent on knowing who had made the sound.
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