Darkwasp's Den (Workshop for Dawn of the Republic Ideas)

[Darkwasp]

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Name
___Bahati Rhen

Nicknames
___Nothing "family friendly" enough to list here

Aliases
___None

Faction
____Outer Rim Cargo Association

Rank
___Member

Species
___Human

Gender
___Female

Height
___5'8"

Build
___curvy

Hair Color
___Brown w/ frosted tips

Eye Color
___Brown

Force Sensitive
___Positive

Homeworld
___Brentaal IV

Notable Family
___TBD

Background
___Freighters, Bars, & Casinos

Education
___No Formal Education; everything she learned was taught to her by her father, self-taught, or learned on the streets.

Occupation
___Smuggler

Notable Skills
___Piloting
___Mechanic
___Card Sharp
___Slicing Computer Systems
___Pick Pocket
___Quick-Draw
___Acting
___Dancing

Languages
___Basic
___Huttese
___Binary

Strengths
___Street Smart
___Charming; when she wants to be
___Calm under fire
___Strong;independent female presence

Weaknesses
___Smartass
___over-confident
___Troublemaker
___Hypocrite
___Credit-Hungry
___Vain

Ship
___The Miss Fortune

Home
___See above

Other Property
___None

Credits
___1,000

Gear
___434 "Death Hammer" heavy blaster pistol
___Pocket Slicer's Kit
___Portable Tool Kit

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Acquaintances
___N/A

Roleplays
___None

Bahati Rhen
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"If you touch ma bottom, I'm blowin' it off."​

Appearance​

Bahati is a tall curvaceous woman with creamy caramel colored skin. Her skin is unblemished aside from the two tattoos that the exotic smuggler sports. One is a pair of dice framed by a banner that reads “Make your own luck” located just above her left breast. The other is her name boldly printed across her midriff. Her head full of thick curly brown hair is accented by well-styled blonde highlights. The illustrious mane is usually pulled back from her face in a barely-contained ponytail. The brash smuggler is quite proud of her curves, and flaunts them whenever she has the opportunity; choosing to wear tight and or revealing clothing.
Attributes (Because people love them.)

STRENGTH: Bahati is surprisingly strong for her size. This is mainly due to all of the maintenance and ship repair work that she does, as well as the pole dancing that she did in her stint as an exotic dancer.

DEXTERITY: The caramel skin beauty has amazing hand-eye coordination. This attributes to her infamous quick-draw accuracy, and her ability to “pilot a Corvette through a Togruta’s montrals” (her words). She also keeps herself flexible and limber.

CONSTITUTION: Aside from taking a couple of wrenches to the foot, there’s nothing special about her ability to take damage or withstand pain.

INTELLIGENCE: Bahati knows a great deal about ships; both flying and fixing, and Slicing, but not a whole lot else

WISDOM: Would she be such a successful Card Sharp - Spice Runner - Thief if she wasn’t incredibly street smart?

CHARISMA: The brown skinned bombshell is extremely charismatic; using her smile and beauty to manipulate unsuspecting marks… I mean, people. However her brash personality is usually a turn off for most sentient beings.

Personality​

Bahati is a feisty pilot, who can be extremely overprotective of her vehicles and tools. The buxom thief is extremely sarcastic and isn’t afraid to speak her mind, which sometimes lands her into a load of trouble. Her nonchalant attitude in the face of danger is either a blatant disregard for her life, or a coping mechanism for stressful situations. She mostly keeps in a happy and jubilant mood around people she knows, but can get very grumpy if she loses a card game. When Bahati is drunk she becomes less tolerant of men and more flirtatious with other women.

Biography​

Planet Born; Freighter Raised
I. Born and raised on Brentaal IV until age 4; when her mother passed away
II. Father brought her along on missions and delivers from age 5-12
A. Taught and helped affect repairs on her father's ship
B. From age 10 was trained and allowed to pilot the ship
C. From age 6-12 was taught her father's specialty; the Quick Draw, and how to shoot

Head First Into Gamblin'
A. From age 12-15 she and her father hit clubs, bars, and casinos; scamming and cheating competitors and establishments.
B. From age 16-19 she strikes out on her own; mastering slight-of-hand skills, lying, and control of many of her involuntary actions.
C. Age 20 her father gets caught by a nefarious club owner, and she is forced to use all of her resources to rescue her father and get him off the planet (including brokering the theft of a rare and exclusive freighter).


It's a Smuggler's Life for Me
I. Age 21 she returns to Brentaal IV, using the stolen freighter to make illegal runs for criminals (who needed her skills due to the powerful Houses of the planet imposing sanctions and restrictions that stifled others and greatly increased their profit margins).
II. Age 23 Corrupt Politicians begin contacting her for her services; in an attempt to skirt their own laws.
A. She makes important planetary and system contacts that allow her land in areas that other smugglers aren't privy to. This increases her importance among the smuggling community.


No Longer Just a Pretty Face
Joining ORCA
I. Age 25 ORCA recognizes her skills and connections and invites her to be a member (after passing several tests and jobs for the "organization")

 

[TAC]

Very excited for you to be back. If theres anything I can do to help, let me know!

 

[Darkwasp]

Okay. I've updated Bahati's profile format, and formed a general outline for her Dawn of the Republic Biography.

I am working on her freighter (Miss Fortune), but I don't know how to format tables for this new site. Can anyone provide me a link (or example) for properly coded tables?

 

[Darkwasp]

Affiliation:
Independent
Ownership:
Bahati-Rehn
Intent:
A personal Smuggling Vessel that allows her to use her mechanical abilities to fix her up, and essentially have it level up with her.​

Miss Fortune

MODEL:	Unknown	LAVPK-9
LENGTH:	73 meters	73 meters
HEIGHT:	22 meters	22 meters

[tr2][th] Version: [/th][th] Current [/th][th] Top Condition/Truth [/th][/tr2]

[tr2][td] NAME: [/td][td]Miss Fortune[/td][td]Silent Retribution[/td][/tr2]

[tr2][td] WIDTH: [/td][td]57 meters[/td][td]57 meters[/td][/tr2]

[tr2][td] CLASS: [/td][td]Light Freighter[/td][td]Light Assault Vessel[/td][/tr2]
[tr2][td] Optimal Crew Compliment: [/td][td]2 (1 Pilot, 1 Co-Pilot), Optimum 7 (1 Pilot, 1 Co-Pilot, 2 Weapon’s Operators, 1 Engineer, 2 Maintenance Droids)[/td][td]4 (1 Pilot, A.N.A system is capable of handling the other systems, 1 Engineer, 2 Maintenance Droids)[/td][/tr2]
[tr2][td] ARMAMENT: [/td][td]1000 metric tons, 6 Civilian Passengers Comfortable + Comfortable Crew Quarters
Quad Laser Cannons (3 – 2 forward 1 rear), Dual Ion Cannon Turret (1), Rapid Fire Surface-Defense Blaster Cannon (1)


Combat Sensor Suite, Advanced Navigation System, Sensor Scrambler/Jammer suite, Military Grade Shielding, Escape Pods (4), Multi-Directional Chaff Dispenser (4)[/td][td]1 Platoon (40 soldiers) or 5 heavy tanks, 6 Officers Quarters + Crew Quarters

Heavy Laser Cannons (4), Quad Laser Cannons (3 – 2 forward 1 rear), Dual Ion Cannon Turret (1), Rapid Fire Surface-Defense Blaster Cannon (1), Concussion Missile Launchers (2) [15 concussion missiles each], Ion Mine Launcher (1) [4 Ion Mine load]


Combat Sensor Suite, Advanced Navigation System, Sensor Scrambler/Jammer suite, Military Grade Shielding, Escape Pods (4), Multi-Directional Chaff Dispenser (4), Silent Flight Repulsor System, Ultra-Advanced Yaka A.I. (A.N.A (Advanced Navigation and Armament System))[/td][/tr2]
[tr2][td] SPEED: [/td][td]45 MGLT[/td][td]80 MGLT[/td][/tr2]
[tr2][td] HYPERDRIVE RATING: [/td][td]1.5, Backup Class 10[/td][td]0.5, Backup Class - 10[/td][/tr2]
[tr2][td] MANUEVERABILITY: [/td][td]Decent Maneuverability[/td][td]High Maneuverability[/td][/tr2]

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Description:
This Yaka designed craft has been sitting in a ship graveyard on Coruscant since 107 BBY. It has been forgotten found and forgotten again several times, before Bahati Rehn discovered it and used every credit she had to purchase the junked vessel. Not even Bahati knows what she has in the vessel. With a good portion of the systems locked and the skilled mechanic only able to eek 20% power from the drained power source, the ship is barely flying, let alone being in top condition. Until she fixes the ship up, she has to deal with spontaneous rebooting systems, and shields that only function when the weapons systems are disabled.

The original craft, LAVPK-9 Silent Retribution, was created by a Yaka extremist group that wanted to strike at the Arkanians for their arrogance and tampering. The group was discovered and stopped before they were able to amass a fleet and support to make their attack. Only 4 of the vessels were ever completed, and only one is known to still be in existence.

All of the ships, designed by the Extremist group, were specially engineered to look, and be scanned as, civilian vessels. The ship’s weaponry is concealed within hidden bays within the ship, and only registers when they are extended and powered up. An Advance Navigation and Armament (Ana) system was installed into craft, appears to be the base code used by Komad Industries in developing their Hyper Advanced A.I. Ana can handle most of the ships systems and can offer advice for the crew, but she can only follow the orders given to her.

*Ana was developed be me, Darkwasp, so that Bahati could fly her ship without a large crew. The secondary purpose is the Ana is to be Bahati’s Chewbacca, someone to talk to and argue with.

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[Darkwasp]

Miss Fortune will probably need to be adjusted to match specs and capabilities of the ships of the new timeline (as well as Hardware/A.I capabilities), but this is the general idea.

 

[Darkwasp]

DiAdorAh RhAy​

[fancybox4="http://i57.tinypic.com/11v4opl.jpg"]FULL NAME: Diadora Rha
AGE: 24
SPECIES: Human
HOME PLANET: Chandrila (L- 9)

HEIGHT: 5'5"
WEIGHT: 121 lbs.

EYE COLOR: Grey
HAIR COLOR: Black (dyed)
SKIN COLOR: Pale

FACTION: The Sith Brotherhood
RANK: Sith

"The mask that burns like a violin, the mask
that sings only dead languages, that loves
the destruction of being put on. The mask
that sighs like a woman even though
a woman wears it. The mask beaded with
freshwater pearls, with seeds. The plumed mask,
the mask with a sutured mouth, a moonface,
with a healed gash that means harvest. A glower
that hides wanting. A grotesque pucker. Here’s
a beaked mask, a braided mask, here’s a mask
without eyes, a mask that looks like a mask
but isn’t—please don’t try to unribbon it.
The mask that snows coins, the mask full of wasps.
Lace mask to net escaping thoughts. Pass me
the rouged mask, the one made of sheet music.
Or the jackal mask, the hide-bound mask
that renders lovers identical with night."

Carnival
BY REBECCA LINDENBERG​

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BIoGrAPHy​

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Only fleeting images remain of those who birthed her; buried deep amongst the harsh realities of life. Like many youngsters of the time, Diadora was separated from her family through the chaos of the Sith invasion. At the age of five, the adolescent was forced to spend 4 weeks alone on the grimy streets of the under city of Coruscant. Though so many had fled, there were still billions of men, women, and children who couldn’t afford to escape the planets inevitable fate. Through an incredible stroke of luck, or perhaps intervention from the divines, the little girl came across a purple-skinned man, with silver hair, a kind smile, and an expensive suit. If not for the Keshiri male, Diadora most likely would have been still wandering the streets when the cataclysmic event took place. Instead, she was far away, whisked away by the man; to join his band of ‘merry’ entertainers.

It wasn’t long before the young girl realized that the kind smile that he had used to rope her in was a fallacy. Flavis, as she had come to know the man, was a grueling taskmaster. He ran a travelling circus/carnival that moved throughout the galaxy to entertain the masses. He demanded perfection from his acts; and as such he forced the young girl into strange and painful contraptions to increase her flexibility. He would place her atop towering spires, removing the safety nets, and leaving her there for hours in attempts to improve her balance. Of the many times that he had left her up there, she had fallen twice; both times landed her in the infirmary with broken bones and even a collapsed lung on the first occasion. If Flavis felt that her weight was not optimal, he would deny her meals for long stretches at a time. She was his acrobat, meant to dance, twirl and flip across dangerous distances and surfaces; to entertain any crowd members whose attention had strayed away from the main acts. It was her job to keep people in the seats when the main act couldn’t.

Through her rough times with the Ringleader, Flavis, Diadora grew close to the other performers. They shared many meals, laughs, fun and games. A fire breathing Wookiee named Ralrahab – who also helped wrangle some of the most dangerous creatures of the show – adopted and protected Dia. Even when Flavis denied the little girl meals, Ralrahab would slip into Dia’s tent with any leftovers that she could scrape up. Her Carnie family was the closest thing that the young girl had to a family. Even when Flavis wasn’t being inscrutably cruel, to get the best show he could get out of his performers, he became like a father figure to the group.

Diadora had to admit that she enjoyed performing for that crowd; the cheers, applause, and gasps, as she executed her death-defying feats. The years ticked by, and soon she had earned Flavis’ trust. He began training her to perform amazing tricks with specially weighted throwing knives. Dia was ecstatic to learn something new to add to her act; which she had previously struggled to modify in order to keep her performance feeling fresh. As she flipped and spun, the stilettos flew from her hands to strike impossibly small targets; some of which even moved.

For the second night in a row the lights were dark and the grounds were devoid of life. Flavis had brought the carnival to some gods forsaken backwater world where few of its inhabitants could afford the lavish admittance that the ringmaster so desired. And thus, the show was, once again, cancelled. Diadora was now fifteen years old and in desperate need of social interaction. There were no boys her age to flirt with and no girls her age to befriend. Instead she sat in her tent reading a book on Trans-galactic Politics… for the third time, by candle light.

There was a strange sensation that tugged at the back of her mind. It had been present ever since they had set up camp at the only spot that they had found that was flat and large enough to set up such an enormous presentation. She tried her best to ignore it. Dia slammed her book closed. Ugh! No boys, no show, and this incessant buzzing in her head; this place sucked. With a hardy puff, the black haired girl snuffed out the candle and darted from her tent. There had to be something to do in this place.

Her bare feet padded across the campgrounds softly in order to avoid detection. Flavis had a strict curfew whenever they weren’t performing, and Dia didn’t want to get caught. The punishment for disobeying curfew was usually a heavy-handed beating and a few missed meals. She wasn’t sure that sneaking out was really worth it, but like hell if she was going to go back to her tent and read the book that she had nearly memorized by now.

TO BE COMPLETED

Cat ipsum dolor sit amet, purr for no reason stick butt in face, so stick butt in face. Mark territory kick up litter make meme, make cute face hack up furballs put toy mouse in food bowl run out of litter box at full speed but jump off balcony, onto stranger's head. Leave hair everywhere vommit food and eat it again and chase imaginary bugs. Scamper why must they do that all of a sudden cat goes crazy, or lounge in doorway and refuse to drink water except out of someone's glass lick arm hair. Scamper hide when guests come over. Inspect anything brought into the house sleep on keyboard, for mark territory, but get video posted to internet for chasing red dot and i like big cats and i can not lie. Run in circles pelt around the house and up and down stairs chasing phantoms but under the bed who's the baby, so need to chase tail, and sweet beast, and stare at the wall, play with food and get confused by dust. Get video posted to internet for chasing red dot have secret plans purr for no reason. Knock over christmas tree. Intently sniff hand ignore the squirrels, you'll never catch them anyway. The dog smells bad ears back wide eyed or where is my slave?

i'm getting hungry i like big cats and i can not lie, yet cat snacks lick arm hair so rub face on everything. Refuse to drink water except out of someone's glass knock over christmas tree but plan steps for world domination hunt by meowing loudly at 5am next to human slave food dispenser yet eat and than sleep on your face scamper or scratch leg; meow for can opener to feed me. Cough furball chase red laser dot mew poop in litter box, scratch the walls or intently stare at the same spot hopped up on catnip. Poop on grasses spit up on light gray carpet instead of adjacent linoleum see owner, run in terror curl into a furry donut make muffins have secret plans damn that dog . Plan steps for world domination where is my slave? i'm getting hungry or spread kitty litter all over house yet stand in front of the computer screen, so hide from vacuum cleaner.



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inFormAtIOn​

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pSyCHoloGicAl​

Unpredictable, excitable, and broken, she sees the galaxy as her playground. Her strange and delusional state of euphoria, curiosity, and joy, masks the pain and suffering that she feels; even from herself. Because of her state of mind it can be hard to read whether she considers you friend or foe. Her troubled fantasy also makes the Sith fearless, no matter how deadly the situation. Because of the underlying currents of her emotional state, she enjoys seeing the pain and suffering of others. It makes her feel as if she is not alone. Her psychosis’ make her highly resistant to mind tricks and force illusions. In fact any attempts at entering her mind may leave one confused, distressed, morbidly depressed, or insane.

pHySioLoGicAl​

Nimble and lithe, the former circus acrobat has exceptional balance. Her strength does not lay in her ability to move heavy objects, but in her ability to control, lift, and move her own body. It is frightening the speed in which she moves sometimes. The girl shows an exceptional tolerance for pain; even enjoying it – to a point. This could be due to the amount of beatings, falls, and other laborious actions during her days as a Carnie.

iNsiGht tO AspirAtioNs​

Intrigued by the Siths inner darkness and their strange infatuation with acquiring more power just for the sake of acquisition. In a weird and awkward way, the Sith remind Diadora of her Carnie family; talented, maniacal, and dysfunctional. Surely someone or something within this conglomerate will be able to help her rid herself of the never-ending music that swirls in her mind, while keeping the feeling of loneliness at bay.

tHe fORce​

Strangely, Diadora’s acumen in the Force lies in the more Mental realm. Illusions, sensing, controlling are all things she seems to have a certain flare for. In fact attempts to enter or alter her mind are usually met with vividly creepy images and horrendous nightmares. She doesn’t however limit herself to such a small selection. Anything that can help her creatively inflict pain on another has her explicit attention. Ataru is the most attractive Form for the young woman’s abilities, but it is planned to be heavily modified.

liFe's pErsUiT​

Diadora wants to cleanse her mind of the incessant song that loops in her head, without the sense of feeling cold and alone. The looping song drives her mad, but the silence drives her further still. There have only been a few times when the music has stopped, and that is when someone consciously seeks to kill her joy. The only way for her to bring the music back, is to kill.
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PROFILE CODE BY: BEE​

 

[Darkwasp]

I've got a lot of formatting to do, and her past needs to be update for the new timeline. I just wanted to get what I had onto the board, before I retired for the evening.

 

[Mkirshnikov]

I like both the characters, good job! :P

 

[Darkwasp]

Denaria Alis Annati​

[fancybox4="http://i68.tinypic.com/15n7yu0.jpg"]FULL NAME: Denaria Alis Annatii
AGE: 34
SPECIES: Human
HOME PLANET: Velmor (P-7)

HEIGHT: 5'6"
WEIGHT: 126 lbs

EYE COLOR: Brown
HAIR COLOR: Brown
SKIN COLOR: Tan

FACTION: The Republic Senate
RANK: Senator

FACTION: The Border Alliance
RANK: Lieutenant

"Our generation of Velmor have been gifted a strong, dynamic nation by our forefathers. I am confident that as long as we are willing to work with their commitment and dedication and follow their example we can bring greater peace, happiness and prosperity to our world

I am confident because I know the worth and character of our people. You are the true jewel of this nation. As citizens of a spiritual world you treasure the qualities of a good being – honesty, kindness, charity, integrity, unity, respect for our culture and traditions, love for our world and for God. Throughout our history our parents have upheld these values and placed the common good above the self.

My deepest concern is that as the galaxy changes we may lose these fundamental values on which rest our character as a nation and people. It is critical that we are able to recognize Velmor character irrespective of how far we look back into the past or into the future. The Velmor we see is vastly different – unrecognizable even – when compared to the Velmor in the time of our first King. Yet, the character of our people and the nature of our fundamental values have remained unchanged.

Henceforth, as even more dramatic changes transform the galaxy and our nation, as long as we continue to pursue the simple and timeless goal of being good beings, and as long as we strive to build a nation that stands for everything that is good, we can ensure that our future generations for hundreds of years will live in happiness and peace.

It is not because I am Senator that I ask these of you. Destiny has put me here. It is with immense gratitude and humility that at this young age, I assume the sacred duty to serve a special people and world.

Throughout my term I will never control you as a Senator. I will protect you as a parent, care for you as a sister and serve you as a daughter. I shall give you everything and keep nothing; I shall live such a life as a good being that you may find it worthy to serve as an example for your children; I have no personal goals other than to fulfill your hopes and aspirations. I shall always serve you, day and night, in the spirit of kindness, justice and equality.

As the Senator of the Velmor nation, my duty is not only to ensure your happiness today but to create the fertile ground from which you may gain the fruits of spiritual pursuit and attain good Karma.

This is how I shall serve you as Senator.

The future is neither unseen nor unknown. It is what we make of it. What work we do with our two hands today will shape the future of our nation. Our children’s tomorrow has to be created by us today.

I end with a prayer for Velmor – that the sun of peace and happiness may forever shine on our people. I also pray that while I am but Senator of a small nation, I may in my time be able to do much to promote the greater wellbeing and happiness of all people of this world – of all sentient beings."

Senator Denaria Alis Annati
Instatement Speech to Volmer after being chosen to the Senate by the planet's royalty​

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BIOGRAPHY​

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Cat ipsum dolor sit amet, purr for no reason stick butt in face, so stick butt in face. Mark territory kick up litter make meme, make cute face hack up furballs put toy mouse in food bowl run out of litter box at full speed but jump off balcony, onto stranger's head. Leave hair everywhere vommit food and eat it again and chase imaginary bugs. Scamper why must they do that all of a sudden cat goes crazy, or lounge in doorway and refuse to drink water except out of someone's glass lick arm hair. Scamper hide when guests come over. Inspect anything brought into the house sleep on keyboard, for mark territory, but get video posted to internet for chasing red dot and i like big cats and i can not lie. Run in circles pelt around the house and up and down stairs chasing phantoms but under the bed who's the baby, so need to chase tail, and sweet beast, and stare at the wall, play with food and get confused by dust. Get video posted to internet for chasing red dot have secret plans purr for no reason. Knock over christmas tree. Intently sniff hand ignore the squirrels, you'll never catch them anyway. The dog smells bad ears back wide eyed or where is my slave?

i'm getting hungry i like big cats and i can not lie, yet cat snacks lick arm hair so rub face on everything. Refuse to drink water except out of someone's glass knock over christmas tree but plan steps for world domination hunt by meowing loudly at 5am next to human slave food dispenser yet eat and than sleep on your face scamper or scratch leg; meow for can opener to feed me. Cough furball chase red laser dot mew poop in litter box, scratch the walls or intently stare at the same spot hopped up on catnip. Poop on grasses spit up on light gray carpet instead of adjacent linoleum see owner, run in terror curl into a furry donut make muffins have secret plans damn that dog . Plan steps for world domination where is my slave? i'm getting hungry or spread kitty litter all over house yet stand in front of the computer screen, so hide from vacuum cleaner.

Purr while eating lick arm hair yet chase mice. Bathe private parts with tongue then lick owner's face chase red laser dot under the bed scamper love to play with owner's hair tie. Behind the couch destroy couch, so inspect anything brought into the house, yet make meme, make cute face yet stick butt in face, yet poop on grasses. Pee in the shoe sleep on dog bed, force dog to sleep on floor find something else more interesting sleep in the bathroom sink mark territory sleep on keyboard make meme, make cute face. Favor packaging over toy chase dog then run away yet then cats take over the world claw drapes spread kitty litter all over house so sleep in the bathroom sink yet has closed eyes but still sees you. Eat grass, throw it back up need to chase tail. Climb leg hunt anything that moves burrow under covers make muffins chew on cable chase red laser dot but loves cheeseburgers. Sleep nap lick arm hair.

Chase ball of string lounge in doorway. Pelt around the house and up and down stairs chasing phantoms roll on the floor purring your whiskers off for intently stare at the same spot roll on the floor purring your whiskers off and lick arm hair and chase red laser dot eat and than sleep on your face. Spot something, big eyes, big eyes, crouch, shake butt, prepare to pounce lick butt.

Missing until dinner time. Swat at dog meow all night having their mate disturbing sleeping humans but chew iPad power cord if it fits, i sits scratch the furniture for the dog smells bad jump off balcony, onto stranger's head. Roll on the floor purring your whiskers off all of a sudden cat goes crazy intently stare at the same spot, but intrigued by the shower damn that dog . Scamper lick butt, and sleep on dog bed, force dog to sleep on floor or always hungry or sleep on dog bed, force dog to sleep on floor hide head under blanket so no one can see. The dog smells bad shake treat bag, so sleep in the bathroom sink love to play with owner's hair tie so attack feet, and spread kitty litter all over house yet intrigued by the shower.

I like big cats and i can not lie i like big cats and i can not lie yet favor packaging over toy eat and than sleep on your face. Shake treat bag sleep on dog bed, force dog to sleep on floor but present belly, scratch hand when stroked meowing non stop for food. Sleep in the bathroom sink sit by the fire throwup on your pillow. Fall over dead (not really but gets sypathy) all of a sudden cat goes crazy, yet sun bathe play riveting piece on synthesizer keyboard spread kitty litter all over house meow all night having their mate disturbing sleeping humans. Sit by the fire use lap as chair, or hopped up on catnip. Chew iPad power cord where is my slave? i'm getting hungry find empty spot in cupboard and sleep all day yet cat slap dog in face yet intently sniff hand love to play with owner's hair tie poop on grasses.

Cat ipsum dolor sit amet, purr for no reason stick butt in face, so stick butt in face. Mark territory kick up litter make meme, make cute face hack up furballs put toy mouse in food bowl run out of litter box at full speed but jump off balcony, onto stranger's head. Leave hair everywhere vommit food and eat it again and chase imaginary bugs. Scamper why must they do that all of a sudden cat goes crazy, or lounge in doorway and refuse to drink water except out of someone's glass lick arm hair. Scamper hide when guests come over. Inspect anything brought into the house sleep on keyboard, for mark territory, but get video posted to internet for chasing red dot and i like big cats and i can not lie. Run in circles pelt around the house and up and down stairs chasing phantoms but under the bed who's the baby, so need to chase tail, and sweet beast, and stare at the wall, play with food and get confused by dust. Get video posted to internet for chasing red dot have secret plans purr for no reason. Knock over christmas tree. Intently sniff hand ignore the squirrels, you'll never catch them anyway. The dog smells bad ears back wide eyed or where is my slave?

i'm getting hungry i like big cats and i can not lie, yet cat snacks lick arm hair so rub face on everything. Refuse to drink water except out of someone's glass knock over christmas tree but plan steps for world domination hunt by meowing loudly at 5am next to human slave food dispenser yet eat and than sleep on your face scamper or scratch leg; meow for can opener to feed me. Cough furball chase red laser dot mew poop in litter box, scratch the walls or intently stare at the same spot hopped up on catnip. Poop on grasses spit up on light gray carpet instead of adjacent linoleum see owner, run in terror curl into a furry donut make muffins have secret plans damn that dog . Plan steps for world domination where is my slave? i'm getting hungry or spread kitty litter all over house yet stand in front of the computer screen, so hide from vacuum cleaner.



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INFORMATION​

[fancybox4="http://i65.tinypic.com/2s9c304.jpg"]Missing until dinner time. Swat at dog meow all night having their mate disturbing sleeping humans but chew iPad power cord if it fits, i sits scratch the furniture for the dog smells bad jump off balcony, onto stranger's head. Roll on the floor purring your whiskers off all of a sudden cat goes crazy intently stare at the same spot, but intrigued by the shower damn that dog . Scamper lick butt, and sleep on dog bed, force dog to sleep on floor or always hungry or sleep on dog bed, force dog to sleep on floor hide head under blanket so no one can see. The dog smells bad shake treat bag, so sleep in the bathroom sink love to play with owner's hair tie so attack feet, and spread kitty litter all over house yet intrigued by the shower.

I like big cats and i can not lie i like big cats and i can not lie yet favor packaging over toy eat and than sleep on your face. Shake treat bag sleep on dog bed, force dog to sleep on floor but present belly, scratch hand when stroked meowing non stop for food. Sleep in the bathroom sink sit by the fire throwup on your pillow. Fall over dead (not really but gets sypathy) all of a sudden cat goes crazy, yet sun bathe play riveting piece on synthesizer keyboard spread kitty litter all over house meow all night having their mate disturbing sleeping humans. Sit by the fire use lap as chair, or hopped up on catnip. Chew iPad power cord where is my slave? i'm getting hungry find empty spot in cupboard and sleep all day yet cat slap dog in face yet intently sniff hand love to play with owner's hair tie poop on grasses.











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PROFILE CODE BY: BEE​

 

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Veseerii​

[fancybox4="http://i65.tinypic.com/ogw80o.jpg"]FULL NAME: Sha'ri Sabbot
AGE: 26
SPECIES: Lorrdian
HOME PLANET: Lorrd

HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 138 lbs.

EYE COLOR: Yellow and Red (Darkside Corrupted) Originally Grey
HAIR COLOR: Black and Red(dyed)
SKIN COLOR: Pale

FACTION: The Sith Brotherhood
RANK: Sith

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me."

"We will hide in the shadows no longer. It is time for the Jedi see what their weakness has wrought. They will learn: Peace is a lie." - Veseerii​

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Biography​

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Sha'ri Sabbot was born a very sickly child on the planet of Lorrd. It was unlikely that she would have made it to the age of six, had a curious Jedi not stumbled upon her. Sensing a strong affinity with the Force within the child, the Togruta Jedi, Veela Tin, whisked her away to the halls of the Jedi Temple on Tython. Sha'ri spent several months under the watchful eye of Veela, as she received various treatments and rejuvenating techniques in an attempt to treat her mysterious illness. The healing process stunted the aggressiveness of the degenerative disease, and allowed the young Lorrdian to become strong enough to begin her Jedi training.

Though the disease had been slowed, the Youngling had to receive several Bacta treatments a month to keep up her strength and training. It was a series of expensive procedures that Veela worked and paid for personally. Once Sha'ri was of age, the Togruta Jedi took on the fragile girl as a Padawan. The two were nearly inseparable, as the female Togruta taught her Padawan everything that she knew of the Force and lightsaber combat. Like any eager student, Sha'ri took quickly to the combat training. However the strenuous activity began to accelerate the speed of her disease once more. Veela, ever the concerned Master, taught the young Lorrdian how to augment her actions, using the Force; to lessen the strain on Sha'ri's deteriorating musculature.

Sha'ri spent years training under Veela Tin, before her Master became deathly ill. The indissoluble bond between the two was shredded, when Veela finally became one-with-the-Force; just weeks before the Lorrdian's fourteenth birthday. Sha'ri was devastated. Her Master, who had worked so hard to keep her well enough to train and become a Jedi, had been bested by a mere virus. One thought cycled through her mind over and over again; it should have been her... not her Master.

Through the last request of her Master; the reluctant Jedi Council reassigned Sha'ri to one of Veela's old training partners, and Jedi Knight ,Datay. While Datay happily accepted the Padawan, he could ill afford the expensive treatments necessary to keep the young Lorrdian functional. After much research, he found an experimental treatment for the tumultuous and emotional teen. It was extremely expensive. But over the long haul, it would be much less of a strain on the Jedi's pocketbook. Datay booked special passage on a freighter to see a doctor in the Nez Peron System.

For the second night in a row the lights were dark and the grounds were devoid of life. Flavis had brought the carnival to some gods forsaken backwater world where few of its inhabitants could afford the lavish admittance that the ringmaster so desired. And thus, the show was, once again, cancelled. Diadora was now fifteen years old and in desperate need of social interaction. There were no boys her age to flirt with and no girls her age to befriend. Instead she sat in her tent reading a book on Trans-galactic Politics… for the third time, by candle light.

There was a strange sensation that tugged at the back of her mind. It had been present ever since they had set up camp at the only spot that they had found that was flat and large enough to set up such an enormous presentation. She tried her best to ignore it. Dia slammed her book closed. Ugh! No boys, no show, and this incessant buzzing in her head; this place sucked. With a hardy puff, the black haired girl snuffed out the candle and darted from her tent. There had to be something to do in this place.

Her bare feet padded across the campgrounds softly in order to avoid detection. Flavis had a strict curfew whenever they weren’t performing, and Dia didn’t want to get caught. The punishment for disobeying curfew was usually a heavy-handed beating and a few missed meals. She wasn’t sure that sneaking out was really worth it, but like hell if she was going to go back to her tent and read the book that she had nearly memorized by now.

TO BE COMPLETED

Cat ipsum dolor sit amet, purr for no reason stick butt in face, so stick butt in face. Mark territory kick up litter make meme, make cute face hack up furballs put toy mouse in food bowl run out of litter box at full speed but jump off balcony, onto stranger's head. Leave hair everywhere vommit food and eat it again and chase imaginary bugs. Scamper why must they do that all of a sudden cat goes crazy, or lounge in doorway and refuse to drink water except out of someone's glass lick arm hair. Scamper hide when guests come over. Inspect anything brought into the house sleep on keyboard, for mark territory, but get video posted to internet for chasing red dot and i like big cats and i can not lie. Run in circles pelt around the house and up and down stairs chasing phantoms but under the bed who's the baby, so need to chase tail, and sweet beast, and stare at the wall, play with food and get confused by dust. Get video posted to internet for chasing red dot have secret plans purr for no reason. Knock over christmas tree. Intently sniff hand ignore the squirrels, you'll never catch them anyway. The dog smells bad ears back wide eyed or where is my slave?

i'm getting hungry i like big cats and i can not lie, yet cat snacks lick arm hair so rub face on everything. Refuse to drink water except out of someone's glass knock over christmas tree but plan steps for world domination hunt by meowing loudly at 5am next to human slave food dispenser yet eat and than sleep on your face scamper or scratch leg; meow for can opener to feed me. Cough furball chase red laser dot mew poop in litter box, scratch the walls or intently stare at the same spot hopped up on catnip. Poop on grasses spit up on light gray carpet instead of adjacent linoleum see owner, run in terror curl into a furry donut make muffins have secret plans damn that dog . Plan steps for world domination where is my slave? i'm getting hungry or spread kitty litter all over house yet stand in front of the computer screen, so hide from vacuum cleaner.



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Information​

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Psychological​

On the outside; Veseerii is angry, confident, and aggressive. She hates the Jedi for giving her hope, and she hates the galaxy for yanking that hope from under her feet. Her condition forces her to hunt and kill those who have a connection with the Force. Her insatiable taste for life is usually mistaken for an insatiable lust for death, by those who don't know her. Her loyalty to the Supreme Lord and her skill set makes her an indispensable weapon for the Sith hierarchy; but she is not a psychopathic killer that some may paint her to be.

On the inside; Veseerii is a scared little girl, who is afraid to die. She is usually conflicted when killing those that she perceives as innocent, but her loyalty to the Brotherhood and her will to live usually outweigh her guilt.

Physiological​

Veseerii has a degenerative disease that threatens to consume her body. Depending on when the fierce warrior is encountered, depends on how she appears. When she us at her best; she stands tall, her musculature is well defined, and she is at her most aggressive state. When she has done minimal consuming of the Force throughout the month; she is emaciated, hunched over, and usually wears a mask to cover her gnarled features. In the latter state, she is usually very defensive, and will flee confrontation at a moments notice.

Even at her best, Veseerii is not amazingly quick or flashy. She, instead, relies on training technique , her natural Lorrdian ability to read body movements, and the Force to augment her strikes and defenses. She is a fierce combatant and should be feared. At her less than adequate state; physical exertion wears her out very quickly. She would prefer using her energy and Force powers for escape, rather than trying to defeat her opponents.

Note: Veseerii has kept her original Padawan braid in honor of Veela Tin, but also to spit in the face of any Jedi that she may encounter.

Insight to Aspirations​

With her loyalties to the Supreme Lord, Veseerii's tries to make sure that her actions and plans have the greater good of the Sith Brotherhood in mind. She despises the Jedi for putting forth a midline effort in her life. They gave her just enough life to want to live, but not enough effort to allow her to live as a productive member of society. As such, Veseerii wants to punish the Jedi for their actions.

The Force​

The Lorridian's acumen in the Force lies in her extreme ability to sense the Force within others. This allows her to both track down targets that the Sith sent her to kill, as well as find adequate targets to help her regenerate her body. Veseerii is also skilled in abilities that help keep her concealed from skilled observers, suppress her signature within the Force, as well as augment her movements and strength. She has limited skill in the more telekinetic abilities within the Force; concentrating more on lightsaber control, creating space in combat, and simple manipulations. Veseerii has never been one to mess with energy manipulation or other long range abilities; preferring the more intimate approach to combat.

Life's Pursuit​

Keeping herself alive (Bacta Tanks and absorbing the Living Force from others) until she can find a cure for her ailment.

Equipment​

Saberstaff
Personal Comlink
[5] StimPacks
Ancient Sith Burial Mask

Spoiler: Burial Mask

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PROFILE CODE BY: BEE​