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WingsofNemesis Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 10:38 pm
Long ago, Tarris had been destroyed. A planet known for smaller things, and not even widely recognized in the local outer rims.
Here is your home, Tatooine. Traders and Bounty hunters, everyone is their own employer. Recently you heard Sith Troops and Dark Jedi have come. will you survive? Or will you die for the insidious cause?
Rules!
-Please use the Character template as noted in the "special announcements" page
- no cybering
- no 00b3r 7331 t@lk! plz?
- no super cursing (occational "s**t" "damn" is okay but be aware of other people)
- have fun! I demand it!!!
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 8:35 am
sorry, did you want this here?
Character Name: Kendan Soua
Player Username: Alfuncoot
Class: Smuggler
Race: Zabrak
Main Weapon: Blaster Rifle
Secondary Weapon: heavy blaster rifle
Defences: ? my keen agility, and armour
What you look like: female. horns and blue facial tatoo. attracive
Other Stuff that we would know about you: I have my own ship, the cyprus shadow, and i work solo. Lived in Iridonia until the Mandalorians attacked in the Mandalorian Wars. Will work for anyone anit-sith, anti-mandalorian
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 9:05 am
Kendan walked off the cyprus shadow into the tatoonie heat. She was on her way to a catina to relax. Well, as much as she could in this place. As she walked in a few bounty hunters turned to look at her, but got bored as they realized she was just another nameless woman. She liked it that way, the less conspicuos the better. But then again, thats why she was so good at the job. Most people don't except a beautiful, clean woman to be a smuggler. It was nice, in most places, tatoonie excluded, a zabrak with guns slinged on her body would turn heads.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 8:07 pm
Character Name: Arthias Jall
Player Username: Floofae
Class: Grey Jedi
Race: Human
Main Weapon: Lightsaber (electrum hilt, teal color)
Secondary Weapon: Wristsaber (purple)
Defences: Soresu and Djem So lightsaber forms
What you look like: Male, grey eyes, short brown hair, charismatic yet able to blend in.
Other Stuff: Arthias grew up learning the Jedi arts from his father outside the Jedi order, and as a result he isn't as "narrow minded" about the universe and ethics and doesn't shy away from using the dark side when absolutely necessary. He works to help the Republic without being bound by minor laws, and prefers to blend in rather than stick out. Because of this, he has begun to use a more concealable wrist saber rather than his lightsaber.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 8:17 pm
*Arthias slowly walked into the local cantina, keeping his eyes on one place for no more than a moment. He'd heard that Sith and dark Jedi had been gathering on this planet, and he wanted to find out for himself. As he walked up to the bar and ordered a drink, he began, not for the first time, to have second thoughts about what he was doing.*
*He asked himself this question.*
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 3:39 pm
Kendan swung her eyes aroung searching the bar. Not much to be seen. She ordered another drink. Sometimes here you waited for a job, other times it happened right away. It didn't seem to be another time.
She sighed and took a long sip from her drink. Few attractive men were in these parts.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 3:47 pm
As Arthias slowly looked about the bar and his mind battled itself within him, he reached out with his mind and felt for anything different. Few in this bar were particularly intelligent or even strong of will or heart, and more than a few were malignant souls. Only three things stood out. The first was the barman himself. The second was the Zabrak with the big gun sitting three seats down. The final was a dark presence emanating from some place in the city, though he couldn't place the source. He wondered how he should go about gathering information about the rumors abound on Tatooine. Finally, the more assertive side of himself had its final word in his mind.
*Arthias sighs and orders a second round.*
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 3:55 pm
Kendan gave up waiting, if there was anything she didn't have it was patience. She looked at the bartender, "Hey, bartender, do you know of any jobs around here?"
He knew her by reputation and wasn't afraid to answer, "In three hours your customers usually arrive."
She tipped him, finshed her drink and decided to see if any races were happening. She had three hours to kill.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 3:58 pm
Arthias heard the last part of what the bartender had said, and grew interested. He could tell this man would not give in to a simple mind trick, and didn't want to chance getting discovered. He decided on honesty for now. He got up and followed the Zabrak out the door. (After tipping the barman of course.)
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 4:10 pm
As she exited the catina she had to shield her eyes from the suns. She knew that the closest track was at least a 10 minute walk. A year ago this wouldn't have bothered her, now with the rumors of sith and what not here in tatoonie a new level of danger was added to the local riffraff. She hoped that the track would hold some information.
She entered the track and scouted the area. Some racers stood in the corner until the next race began. She doubted they would talk. A few shady characters stood in line waiting to bet, but asking them would be like telling the sith she was watching. A few semi-drunk people sat on some benches, if she could get a pazzak game going and lead them without their knowledge to gossip about the local conditions she could learn what she needed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 4:13 pm
*Steps up next to Kendan*
"Do you happen to be researching the rumors of Sith in the area?" He asks.
He stands ready for anything that happens, the saber clamped to his wrist on a hair trigger.
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