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Gaia Name: Chronicle Mods

Character Name: Cale Rolderick

Gender: Male

Age: 57

Race: Human, Corellian

Character Description:Cale Rolderick
Cale stands at a formitable five foot eleven inches tall. His build is great for his age, lean but enough muscle to do the tasks required of a jedi. His face has many scars from battle and is begining to attain signs of old age. He has deep green eyes like pools of a lake on the moons of endor. They have a certain quality that feels as if they look into your soul, searching for yoru thoughts and true feelings. His hair is cut to meduim length and pulled back to a high short ponytail as to keep his hair from bothering him when on a certain task.


Character History:

Notable Posessions:

Power Level:20

Faction: Jedi

Class: Jedi GrandMaster

Specialization: Combat & teaching

Skills/Force Powers:(this is at the discression of the mod using the character.)

Gaian Name: Trizen_Takano
Character Name: Trizen Takano
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Human

Character Description: Trizen's build is none other than athletic. For a kid, one would say he has done a great job in disciplining his body to have a good mix of muscle. The young boy has smooth skin and has a lighter tan. His eyes are usually a light brown which gives off a bit of a shine when in the sunlight sometimes. Artwork by Timmykins ((Close but not quite ^^; ))


Character History:

Trizen's background is simple. He comes from a wealthy family in Corusant and has been brought up in the ways of honesty and integrity. His older brother was a Jedi Knight and his father was a Jedi Master; it was inevitable young Trizen to be enrolled in the Jedi Academy. The young boy remembers the day when his older brother and father left to go to war, and now the fifteen year old Trizen believes he is old enough to join the war.

He has worked hard throughout his years at the academy, particularily on his skills with a saber. Even though his skills were great, it often got him into trouble with the other students. The temptation of battle was his greatest weakness despite the fact that he was powerful with the blade of light in his hand. It would only be until recently that Trizen would find a natural instinct to have conversations with an unknown source. What he would take for granted as his conscious, others people, such as his father, suggested that perhaps it was the Force. The young Takano boy was not one to care much, it was his nature to dismiss such serious talk.

Nonetheless, Trizen continues to work hard and hopes to become a full-fledged Jedi Knight. With that in mind, he also hopes to travel out with the men of his family and join them in the war against the Sith and the troubled government system.

Notable Possession: Trizen has in his possession a small golden pendant given to him by his mother.

Power Level: 2
Faction: Jedi
Class: Padawan
Specialization: Combat/Technology
Weapons: One-sided lightsaber (Green)
Skills/Force Powers as a Padawan:

• Telepathy
  
• Force Speed
  
• Force Jump
  
• Force Push
  
• Force Pull
  
• Force Sense

Leni: as is, I'd give it a three at most. I suggest filling the history out a bit more to get a higher power level.

Sage notes: due to age limits, you're going to be stuck at pl 2 anyway.

((Cool cool, I don't mind since it'd give me a chance to learn more about the star wars universe. Besides, I like being able to grow in story.))

Character Name: Karin Forge
Gender: Female
Age: 60 ((They live to around 250,))
Race: Falleen

Character Description:
Her facial features.

Her general Outfit.

Karin has the hard set personality of a war veteran. Ironically for being a heavy weapons expert, she would rather work in the shadows an not be seen. She does believe in luck despite being a jedi. She opposes the Consortium in it tyranny. With her headband she act rather cool under intense situations, but without she essential goes crazy.


Character History:
Karin was born on her home planet of Falleen. Raised in a fairly affluent household and was able to leave the planet on a traders ship. Later on the following year she heard of a incident that devastated her home. Rushing back she found that it was ruins and everyone was dead.

She wandered the galaxy, working job to job gaining varying skills. Her first "Job" was being in a private army. She took part in a extended campaign on Raltir. She was assigned to a heavy weapons platoon where she stayed intil she was promoted up the rank ladder for facing down a Spider Droid (or equivalent) alone. She received a head injury during a later battle and had to resign. Karin had to get a cyborg headband to maintain mental stability though.

She worked as a assistant for a mechanic on Bakura later on. When her boss was hired for a researching job on Corlag, he invited her to come with her. With no reason to stay, she went along. The research turned out to be on advance computers and energy devices being developed for the Consortium. She worked on this for 10 years, moving up to a full time researcher position. Though the pay was good, she felt the growing need to travel more. So she took up a job on a freighter as a back up navigation officer. The freighter just happened to be part of a front company for Talon Karrades (or equivalent) operations.

After several months she was approached by Talon Karrade's real organization to be a mechanic aboard one of his smugglers ships. She accepted and became a outlaw. During a trip where she met him in person, his pet Vonskors acted very peculiar around Karin. The same as they had around Mara Jade (or equivalent), years before. Karrade(or equivalent) recommended getting force checked at the jedi academy, which she did. They found her to have a mediocre force sensitivity, but with so few jedi around, they accepted her into the academy. She did ok, making it to knight status. Then, a recruiter for the Citizens Front confronted her. Karin joined up with them but still attended jedi classes. ((Still has to be edited and expanded greatly.))

Notable Possessions: Headband which is a cyborg enhancement

Power Level: To be issued by certain mods.
Faction:Citizens front
Class/Specialization: N/A
Skills/Force Powers: Repair, advance electronics, Heavy weapons.
Powers
-Core powers
-Force Illusion
-Force Concealment
-Telekinesis
-Force Sight


lower force point total(to balance her out)


It's com'in together.

Ready for a preliminary ranking. More to check for problems in the history.

((Under Construction))

Gaia Name: Soccer Comet
Character Name: Lynx Heru
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Race: Human

Character Description:
Lynx has short cut black hair that is spiked on top, Royal blue eyes, and a scar across his left eye. He has a slight tan complextion, added to a slinder, built body. He stands about 5'11". He wears a tan Jedi outfit, occassionally with a cloak. His belt holds two blue lightsabers and a comm link.

Character History:
Lynx was born in an urban village on Tatooine. When he was young his father went to war for the Republic and a little while after his mom died. He stayed with his grandfather that had many war stories to tell him. He told him about the courageous Jedi who fought along side him and others in the war. After hearing so much about the Jedi, Lynx was determined to become one.
Lynx and his grandfather weren't the richest people in the galaxy. Lynx did street fights to get money for supplies. Finally, after about three years he had enough to get a one-way ticket to travel to Courascant to become a Jedi.
Seeing as how his grandfather was too old to travel, he stayed behind. Lynx jumped on a cruise ship going to Courascant. Once there, he found a place to stay and get something to eat. First thing the next morning he went off to the temple.
Into training he became a padawan, under a given master. a few years later he was promoted to Knight, and so his story continues...
(The last part is just if I am a Knight do to the PL))

Notable Possessions:
Gold bracelet given to him by his Grandfather before he left Tatooine.
Power Level: 7
Faction: Jedi Knight
Class/Specialization: Combat/Stealth
Skills/Force Powers:
-Telepathy
-Force push/pull/speed/sense
-Telekenisis
-Force Cloak
-Battle Meditation
-Force Healing
-Force repulse
-Force throw
-Force Illusion
-Psychometry

Sage notes: you donmt have a 7 just yet.
((oh. my bad. should I delete it or leave it in case you change your mind? Also, what more do I need to get a seven?))
Just expand on your back ground. Another paragraph or two should be good.
i'll get on it later.

((In Debate))

Gaia Name: Leni Da spork Pirate

Character Name:Ordon Vielas

Gender: Male

Age: 37

Race: Zabrak

Character Description:Ordon stands at 6 feet, a normal height for his people. His base skin color is a medium tan. Along his arms, back, and several places on his face he has tattoos given to him at birth by his family. He has a slightly muscled build, capable of the tasks required of his job. His skin is course from years of abuse of the elements and working for a living. His eyes are a deep shade of orange, which is not uncommon of the Zabrak race. His hair is cut short to avoid any complications of moving it out of the way or it getting caught in something. Of course every Zabrak has horns. Ordon’s are located on each temple, about two inches in length, a small dorsal horn on the top of his head, covered by his hair, two jutting from either side of his jaw for about a half inch. His clothes are mostly sophisticated, to hide his past.

Character History: Ordon was born into the famous Vielas family, and was a child of luxury from infantsy. His father was a well off merchant man who started with death stix and moved his way up to hotter peddling. Working his way up the food chain of sleazy marketing, Vielas was soon a household name and they never needed to work again. His father’s time with him seemed to dwindle as he made his way up the ladder of power. As a boy the trials of school weren’t required, that was for boys who’s fathers had to work their way through life. In lieu of schooling, Ordon snuck his way into the minimum security Jedi temple of his home planet. It was overrun with corrupt Jedi, as Corellia was known for its break from the modern ways of the other core planets. The most of the teachings didn’t necessarily appeal to him, save a few handy tricks, but he stayed long enough to swipe the light saber of a small boy who never paid attention.

Using his fathers allotted thousand credits per month; he purchased the necessary supplies to make his saber. A regular saber was for commoners however, so he purchased an extra-expensive light saber resistant metal known as Electrum to create a staff. This metal was known to be durable and beautiful. On the tip of which would sit the emitter of his blade. After months in his room, his masterpiece was complete. Ordon quickly made his way down to the family room, where his father most enjoyed his wealth, to show his creation to someone he knew had a keen eye for the fine and beautiful. His trip turned out to be futile as he found the figure of his father hunched over his work table with a large bottle of alcohol. His face seemed distraught and for the first time in his life, Ordon thought he saw his father actually worried.
A few weeks later, the answer to the mystery of his miserable father slammed down on their family with a bill of 8 billion credits. Suddenly they were back down to selling death stix. Soon after their fall, Vielas himself was murdered by debt collectors when he couldn’t pay off his blood money.

Struggling in the seething city streets, far away from the world that Ordon had grown up in, caused a change in the boy. Suddenly his world seemed to be pessimistic all the time, no longer the carefree spender he once was. His attitude became cynical and began to do things he wasn’t proud of for money. As he grew up on the streets he learned the trade and the jargon, quickly adapting to the world around him. Soon he ended up where his father had begun: selling death stix to the junkies along the side of the road and the brainless drones that never lurked anywhere outside the bar. He almost felt pity for them. They would never amount to anything. Then he began to ask himself a question:
Would he?
Taking on as many jobs for low lives as he could, Ordon still didn’t seem to live up the legend of his father; no matter what he did he would never be good enough for the Vielas’.
Just as he was considering selling himself to someone as a slave, he came upon a Neimodian in a bar just outside the capital city. He seemed to be a little nervous upon approaching the now hardened Zabrak with the job offer. After all, Neimodians were the only species in the galaxy with a special organ connected to their lungs especially for panicking.

“Come work for me, on my Schooner. Free room and board, just work it.”

It almost seemed to good to be true. Upon his arrival, Ordon found his instinct to be true. Schooner was most defiantly an overstatement of the vessel. It was a trash heap with a crew that seemed to be picked up from all corners of the galaxy. It was better than the four by four space he was currently occupying, so he couldn’t complain. Soon he grew to love space travel, be it voluntary or not. He was unsure about the crew, save one.

The cook on the vessel was a Feeorin, by the name of Tork The thick skinned species from the outer rim who had a menacing face and thick head tentacles that went all the way around their head. He was never afraid to showcase his personality, as shown by an incident when a man lost his left hand to a cleaver over the slip in calling him a Nautolan. He wasted no time in taking Ordon under his wing, as both of their species were known for violence. Not only did he have a quick hand, but his mind was sharper than anyone Ordon had encountered. Over time he came to call Tork a friend, without the danger of losing an organ. His twisted mind had morphed what a normal person would take a psychopathic being, into a father figure.

The more time they spend together, the more things Ordon learned. The experienced Feeorin knew about the inner workings of most anatomy, marketing, and most of all fighting. When he found out of Ordon’s secret weapon he was elated. Not everyday did someone come across a weapon as elegant as a light saber. With time, Ordon had learned a fighting style worthy of the honor of a Feeorin salute, which he was graciously given by his cook comrade. The fighting style was that of Vaapad, which Feeorin had encountered on a smuggling run when he helped a jedi escape certain death. He was taught the style by the grateful refugee.

After three years aboard the nervous Neimodian’s schooner, their pay fell through. The cowardly being’s “endless” money flow had seemed to meet its end after the second year and the crew’s anger was visible. Before long, a mutiny was planed. The employer was to be killed and the schooner sold to the highest bidder and the money split betwixt the group. When Ordon refused, along with Tork they were immediately seen as a threat. Tork being more of a threat than the Zabrak, was killed immediately where they stood. Ordon was sent into a blind rage as he lashed out at the crew, before being stunned by the blunt side of a vibro-blade. Waking in the stank filled confines of the ships detention area, Ordon found himself in a haze. From the looks around it seemed that the crew had gotten what they had wanted. Taking a look out of the port side window he found that they were in orbit around a planet. Taking his weapon that he had concealed, Ordon quickly freed himself from the cast iron bars of the prison.

With the eyes of rankor Ordon looked upon the crew with a merciless malice. He would treat them exactly how they had treated his companion. He made short work of the men, not even twitching at the sounds of their screams as his frictionless weapon sheered through them like hot butter. The auto pilot made a clicking noise as the large ship landed at the main loading docks. The doors slid open to a squad of men with repeaters pointed at the Zabrak, their radios tuned into the distress call of the Schooner.

With a few strings pulled, Ordon landed it into the minimum security prison on Alderaan for a few years. It only took the sob-story of the Zabrak, and the proof of the innocent murder of the Schooner’s owner. Within a few months, Ordon was back to smuggling and on top of the bottom of the world, with a few more tricks up his sleeve.

After some time, Vielas found himself in a predicament. A local hutt seemed to be breathing down his neck at the same time a small company was getting bigger. They said it would be the new thing, the top of the food chain, but worst of all an end to Ordon's buisness.
The zabrak took things to his advantage however. He began to reason with is local hutt, Durga. Somehow this slime ball had survived his huttlet stage due to a loving father which was rare. Any other baby with a huge birthmark over their eye would have been a pile of ash in no time. His rise to power seemed to be as quick as Ordon's, reaching the mature age at a young 100 instead of the usual 130. His mind was sharp, but his bite was sharper. The mind trick had no affect on him which made him even more deadly. Working under him for such a long time hadn't put Ordon too far into his good graces as well. He was hard and untrusting, as the hutt way was. A few words and a blaster fight later, Ordon had incapasitated his gaurds and got a free leave from the Hutt at blaster-point. Leaving him alive, Ordon moved on.
After a short incounter with Queen Jool, a femal personality Hutt, Ordon was back in business as Jool-sie as his main informer. Soon later the company was at its peak, making his operation a little more quiet and seeking the help and sheild of the Jedi.

Notable Possessions: The necklace of his dead companion Tork. Electromesh armor that has tiny power cels, which generate a damage absorbing electrical field around the wearer, which works well against most energy weapons, discounting light sabers. The armor allows maximum flexibility.

Weapons: Violet Light Cane, One heavily modified WESTAR-34, and one heavily modified projectile shooter. Also a small collapseable wookie bowcaster.

Power Level:

Faction:___Rouge/Citizens front I suppose.

Class/Specialization: (need powerlevel) / smuggling

Skills/Force Powers: Force sensitive, can use basic powers like force push and pull, exceptionally good at the jedi mind trick.


((Keep in mind sage that this isn't a copy and paste from the old guild, more history has been added on and age has been increased.))

Sage Notes: as a once over, I'd allow you an 11 or 12, but I'll probably revise this later. I'm going to sleep.