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Gaia Name: Mikehalo746
Character Name: Mike Eski
Age: 25
Force Sensitive: [Yes or No] No
Jedi, Sith, Ordinis, Other: Other
Species: Human
Relations:[Friends, Family, etc.] N/A
Rank: [Will be given to you by Mod. *Depends on your rp sample. Looking for quality, and somewhat quantity]
Job (if not Jedi, Sith, or Oridinis): Smuggler
Appearance: [Either typed or picture (height, weight, colors, marks tattoos) http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b175/jpnguitarkid/SWG/screenShot0087.jpg
Weapons: [Only those who are in an Order are allowed Lightsabers] Duel blasters
Ship (singular) and Vehicles: [Description or picture]
Droids: N/A
Other items: N/A
Bio: [Not to lengthy please] Mike was abandon as a kid and worked in a bar every thing that mike learned was from the people that came in. Mike's boss was killed one day when a bounty hunter came for somebody Mike's boss never said where he was so the bounty hunter shot him. To this day mike has a small ship that he had just recently gotton he runs from planet to planet looking for an assitant to help him with his smuggling runs
Rp Sample: Mike stound in the jail cell witch seamed to close in closer and closer on him untill he could barely move "I need to get out of here be for i go crazy" He said in a soft low tone then walked to the dark blacked bars which seamed to have not been replaced in ages "Get me out of here" He yelled as if all of the hevens could hear his plee for help.

((Spelling counts, fix up the mistakes in your sample and i'll accept you. - Medi))

((well now my bio's up I can repost it here to make it easier to rate))

Gaia Name: Jugh3ad
Character Name: Darman
Age: ??
Force Sensitive: Yes
Other:
Species: Human (Follows the mando way since there is no set mandalorian race)
Relations:None known
Job (if not Jedi, Sith, or Oridinis): Bounty Hunter, Mandalore
Appearance:

Weapons: Heavy Blaster, Blue Lightsaber, Black lightsaber
Ship (singular) and Vehicles: Machin'Shin (Modified Mandalorian Scout ship ie. Slave II), also a modified Firefly (ie. Slave VI), Jet pack heavily modified.
Droids: three assassin droids, all with synth skin, one Mandalorian Battle Droid
Other items: he keeps mementos of all his hunts, or jobs. He also keeps a necklace which he keeps hidden from everyone else. He also has a crow that might be a robot or might not which follows him everywhere.
Bio: Darman as he now calls himself, his real name is unknown was found to have vast Force potential and an extreme midicholrian count, breaking the measuring machine as Kyp Durron once did. So he was taken in by the Jedi while still an infant and was raised in their ways. He acceled at the combat form of the Force and was to be a guardian, having become proficient in all forms of lightsaber combat, and mastering Makashi, Ateru, Shien, Djem Do, Vapaad, Sokan, and Jar'kai. Though he found the Jedi belief flawed, and left the order to find his own path in life. He has travelled and learned from many different Force using traditions, including the Sith, because he wants to find something that feels right. He feels like there is a destiny out there for him, but for now he is a bounty hunter with a conscience living on Mandalore with his adopted people. He once was in love, but he was hurt badly and has become quite antisocial when it comes to females, and he tends to avoid direct conversation with them. He has met Animus and the two have become friends, he has even considered joining Ordinus, but still has his reservations about it. He leads his people and his clan and innocents come before all else in his mind. He is Mandalore and his duty is to his people. He has done the best to repress his past, but sometimes flashbacks haunt him, even the good memories he tries to forget.
Rp Sample:

Darman walks down the street and he spots several men with blood red hands displayed upon their clothing and armor. His eyes briefly roll up in his head as memories flash through his mind. A smile, a perfect set of lips that fill him with love, then the smile is gone and there is only blood, blood and screaming, then the screaming ends and he sees the bloody hand, and he knows that it was the bloody hand that took away the smile. He grits his teeth hard as he slowly approaches the band of men, death in his eyes. One of them must have felt his gaze for he looked over his shoulder and sneered at the lone man approaching a dozen with an aggressive stance mandalorian armor or not. Darman increases his pace drawing both of his lightsabers as the man bellows a warning to his fellows. The moment the yell leaves his lips Darman's saber pierces his throat before he can even start to draw his blaster, the ambient light burning clean through flesh and bone leaving a scorching hole in it's wake.

As the corpse falls towards the ground Darman's sabers weave a blurring wall of death infront of him the blades whirling so quickly that they appear as one sheet of light. Due to the suprise he drops several of the men in mere moments, twisting underneath one's arm as he slits the man's throat and continues to disembowl another. He spins slicing a blade across a man's eyes as he continues to turn his foot lashes out smashing in another's temple as he continues his dance of death. Yet, all this gave the others time to gather and draw their weapons. Darman stops his breathing shallow and under control as he assess his five remaining opponents.

He grins ferally and his anger is conveyed even through his helmet "tell me where the rest of the Band of the Red Hand is, and perhaps I won't make you suffer, your lives are forfeit, but if you stay silent I will make you beg for death before you are granted it." The men laugh at his bravado, before he closes the distance with inhuman speed, slipping between several blaster bolts that seek his life as he stabs his lightsaber into one man's gut while his other blade slices off a hand at the wrist, sending the blaster held in it spiralling through the air. Screams of pain echo through the back alleys as the men fall like so many domino's to Darman's rage and skill. The one that is missing his hand writhes as the others still their lives slipping away, Darman steps on the man's wrist causing burnt flecks to fall off the edges, as he grinds the stump into the ground, making the man scream in pain. "tell me what I wish to know or I shall make you suffer more, I can draw out your agony for days."

"Please, don't kill me, I have a wife and child." the man pleads.

"And how many people begged for mercy from you? How many have you killed, how many families have you torn apart? And now you will beg for that same mercy, yet you yourself never granted it?" he growls deeply as he grinds the severed wrist deeper into the ground "talk and die quickly, continue to annoy me and I shall kill you slow." Weeping the man tells him that he knows nothing, and Darman lops the man's nose off sending it flying the air and causing him to cry out in more pain. Slowly he begins to disect the man taking pieces that are not critical to his survival until he learns everything he needs to know, though he is not certain it is the truth, once people hit a certain level of pain they will say anything to make it stop, and a normal person would have reached that threshold long before Darman had sent that man to his eternal judgement. The crow caws and lands on the corpses pecking out the eyes and eating them as Darman heads off using The Force to cloud the minds of those who witnessed him killing a dozen men as he moves for his spaceship. The crow caw, sounds like raucous laughter as it finishes it's grisly meal and flies off following the man who seeks vengeance in order to right a wrong, by answering blood with blood.

((This is my second character))

Gaia Name: Doomsdaycomes
Character Name: Vira Bri
Age: 23
Force Sensitive: Yes
Other: She has no control of her powers and is only slightly away of it.
Species: Human ((Echani))
Relations: None at the moment
Job: Diplomat of the Republic
Appearance: Blonde long hair, brown eyes. Stands about five-feet eight. Her skin is pale but healthy. She has very striking looks, especially her face.
Weapons: Hold-out blaster, Echani blade ((about three feet long, Cortosis weave meaning it is lightsaber resistant. I think I spelt that right.))

Ship (singular) and Vehicles: The Pretor is a transport ship. It has hyperdrive, two turrets as well as front mounted cannons. The outside is smooth metal like the naboo cruisers. On the inside there is rooms for six people, a cockpit, eating area, small cargo storage, and a communications array. The ship also has shields and sensors.

Droids: ARCHIVE droid. The small round droid floats nearly four feet of the ground and hovers around Vira. It has virtual storage, sensors, computer interaction, and a hologram projector. The droid is very old and often times erratic.

Other items: diplomats clothes, datapad, comlink, weather cloak, echani dueling clothes
Bio: Vira was raised by her family of Echani warriors. Afterwards they moved to Naboo. She entered the Young Diplomats and learned about legal. Now she works as a Represenative for Naboo and a mediator.

Rp Sample: Vira walked across the deck of the Star Destroyer. Her soft boots made little noise as she approached the formation of troops. She looked at them and then to her host. A tall and dark Sith Lord. She bowed to him and then spoke.

"We are here to discuss the return of Jedi Master Vepori," she reminded him. "We have been disarmed and are here to barter."

"Your making yourself vunerable," the Sith snorted. "Why don't I kill you and keep Vepori?"

"If you did that how would you finace your next order of rifles?"

((accepted - Medi))

((DEAD. Killed by WAR-121 after her assignment.))

Gaia Name: Doomsdaycomes
Character Name: WAR-121
Age: 67 years
Force Sensitive: No
Other: Droid. Has an advanced AI as well as several "complex systems."
Species: Droid. Combat and Assassin Protocals
Relations: None
Job (if not Jedi, Sith, or Oridinis): Combat Droid
Appearance: Stands nearly two meters tall. Has silver paint that is peeling. Humanoid design. Similar to both HK and the MagnaGuards.
Weapons: Blaster Rifle, Tenloss Disruptor Rifle, Energy Sword, Vibro-blade, built in rocket launcher (2 rockets), built in flamethrower.
Ship (singular) and Vehicles: A-T9 costum design vehicle. It is a small ground to space vehicle that transports him to "Benefactor Ship." Since WAR-121 is a droid he plugs himself in and is the controls.
"Benefactor Ship" was gifted to him from his last owner. It is floatinf factory with a Hyperdrive.
Droids: Two forms of Sub-droids. The first are Seeker droids, designed to find anything using sensors. Shaped like a small dragonfly. The second set of droid are considered "builders." They repair most functions involving cut wires, fried curcuits, or any small problem that might prohibit WAR-121 from functioning.
He also has ARCHIVE driod, stolen from Vira.
((Added to Profile))
Systems: Combat Protocal, Motor Functions, Advance Computer Intergration Software. Piloting program, Memory bank, Wireless Uplink, Advanced Computer "Hacking" Systems, Communications Systems, AI Personality.
Fail-Safes include:
Up-Link upon Destruction: WAR-121 reports to his "Benefactor Ship" every day. His mempries are uploaded every day. If he goes inactive for more than 24 hours he will rebuild and return to where ever he was. If this continues in the same location he will abandon mission and find a new one.
Seperate Power System and AI: WAR-121 has two power systems to ensure he never shuts down. When powered down he will reboot within thirty seconds unless it was an intentional shut down. As a result he is also never fully "Shut down" and is able to power up if threatened.
Self-Destruct: If ever threatened with capture and is able to uplink WAR-121 will self destruct like a thermal detenator.

History: WAR-121 was constructed before the clone wars on Geonosis. He was designed to be a combat droid, but after his first model exploded do to mechanical failure, he was abandoned for the cheaper "Super Battle Droids." However his plans where bought by an individual interested in his abilities. He was relocated to Malastare.
On Malastare he was rebuilt and fixed. This was the first time he was installed with an Advanced AI. WAR-121 became conscious of himself. Impressed at the new AI, his new owner began to upgrade his weapon systems and sensors. WAR-121 grew annoyed with his lack of conflict, designating himself a Combat Droid. When he confronted his master, a Malastare Senator, about his purpose the man only responded that he was to be a "pet project."
Disgusted by the idea, WAR-121 began to plot his escape. His Advanced AI was a prototype itself and highly creative. He began to use the "hacking" software he had been installed with to reprogram the mechanic droids around him. They installed his fail safe computer before blowing up for "an unexplained reason."
WAR-121 then planned to act out his escape. Just as he was about to put it into effect he was visited by a Bounty-hunter. The man recognized WAR-121's potential and bought the droid, including his plans and instructions. Taking the Droid away he set him with a single directive:



With such a lose order, WAR-121 did as instructed, taking on both mercenary, bounty hunter, and guard positions. He continued until he was struck in the memory core and he lost who he belonged to.
For years he wondered around the galaxy. Finally he was tracked down by his owner. They fought until the Bounty-hunter managed to disable WAR-121.
He reloaded the droids memory and explained to the droid some new adjustments. WAR-121 was loaded with a second memory. He was given a set of droid to repair himself. He was also loaded with seeker droids, just recently created.
The best installment was the "Benefactor Ship". From the money the Bounty-Hunter had made of of WAR-121 he re-invested into a facility that recreated a destroyed WAR-121.
The pair continued to grow rich as the droid did his work at maniac pace. With the new addition of "Benefactor Ship" he could take on even more dangerous missions.
It all ended with the Clone Wars. WAR-121's master was killed by Confederate forces. WAR-121's creative AI kicked in and he decided to avid this fight. Why a Combat Droid refused to fight during this time is unknown. However he went into hibernation and waited for years.
During the time of the Empire, WAR-121 reawake and began fighting the rebels. The best explanation can be shown in his Internal Monolouge.









This "War" against the new threat lastested until the Battle of Endor. WAR-121 found that he was incorrect in his origional thought and went bac into hibernation.
WAR-121 was awoken by a group of spacers landing near his home. The Droid killed everyone of them without reason. Then he entered his ship and resumed his mission. All Internal Monolouge fom this decission was deleted.

((Now to show case his abilities))
Rp Sample:

WAR-121 watched as the line of soldiers passed by him. They were republican soldiers, all carrying blaster. Two of them had grenades, the chemicals registering on his sensors. Another two of them were totting heavy blasters without tri-pods.

His combat protocal demanded he remove the two with grenades first. Raising his Disruptor Rifle to the firing position his systems calculated the movement of the men. Then he pulled the trigger.

The man burst into ashes while the soldiers looked for the attacker. WAR-121 dropped down frm the low wall next to the second grenade holder. His vibroblade cut down the man before he sprinted towards another soldier.

One moved to the back of him and reached out, tearing his power lines with an expert hand. WAR-121 stopped for a second as the soldiers took advantage and aimed weapons. Then WAR-121 cntinued to move. A small droid within his armored torso began to repair the line.

The soldiers yelled and fired with their blaster rifles. The silver body of WAR-121 became pock-marked by fire. He swung with his vibroblade at the nearest soldier, using an offensive downard slash to cut the man apart. His other hand held his blaster rifle and fired.

The two soldiers with heavy blaster set them up while WAR-121's protocal yelled for him to react to them. Aiming his wrist at them, one rocket detached and exploded as it struck one. The second tried to move faster.

WAR-121's inner monolouge told him as he turned. The Vibroblade flew form his hand and into the soldier's heart. WAR-121 ducked down to avoid a blast, drawing his energy sword instead.

"No way..." one of the soldiers mistook the weapon for a lightsaber. WAR-121 took advantage of this distraction to aim his flamethrower. Fire spewed over the soldier and burned him alive.

A blaster pressed to the side of his head. WAR-121 one registered who the attacker was, ending an internal dispute about what had happene in a split second. The man was a Mandalorian.





His head exploded as the blaster fired. Already he was in another body as his old one exploded, creating a hole nearly twenty feat wide.

End of Transmission...

((Please accept. WAR-121 is my replacement for Vira cause she is "dead!" He can also be a main character in the Virus Arc))

((Accepted - Medi))