Great things come in eight. - 8th TL Workshop
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Ashlaa Timenia[/fancybox4]
[fancybox2] Biography: Ashlaa Timenia was born 472 ABC on Coruscant to her Half-Togrutan, Half-Twi'lek Father and Togrutan Mother. Most of the time spent growing up was spent seated in front of literature, studies or exercising, just as her parents had done when they had grown up. At the age of thirteen she began to pick up an interest in Starships, everything from Single pilot fighters to the large capital ships that ruled the stars and from that age, she knew that she wanted to command one. With that goal in mind she spent made sure to always excel at everything she did, though that did come at a cost of neglecting spending time with friends and instead devote herself to studies.
At the age of Sixteen, she and a few others in her class was brought along to Alderaan to go on a visit to an Imperial Frigate which was going to dock there. There, she and her fellow classmates were assigned a student from a junior class to watch over while they moved through the guided tour of the ship. Ashlaa was assigned to the troublemaker she'd get to know as Eddard Thul-Drast, someone she started to despise almost the instant they met as he decided that he wanted to pay a visit to the ship's reactor, which was explicitly off limits.
However, Ashlaa managed to find him as he snuck away and although he did manage to get a kick in on her, causing her to topple down on the floor for a brief moment, she got him out of the reactor and back to the rest of the group before they noticed the two were missing.
The visit to the Imperial frigate had done nothing other than ensure Ashlaa that she wanted to be in control of large fleets of ships like those and to control an even large one personally.
At the age of twenty one she had enlisted and was now serving on an Imperial Frigate, not too different from the one she had visited a few years earlier, though the differences were noticeable at least. While she had reached a small distance of where she wanted to go, she still had a far way left to reach.
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Faction: Imperial Republica
Rank: Imperial Agent
Species: Togruta
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Force Sensitivity: N/A
Skin Color: Orange
Eye Color: Orange
Length: 170 cm
Rank: Imperial Agent
Species: Togruta
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Force Sensitivity: N/A
Skin Color: Orange
Eye Color: Orange
Length: 170 cm
Abilities:
General Skills:
Fencing: Beginner
Flying: Beginner
Blasters: Expert
Strategy: Above Average
Equipment:
Comlink
DH-7 Pistol: 1
General Skills:
Fencing: Beginner
Flying: Beginner
Blasters: Expert
Strategy: Above Average
Equipment:
Comlink
DH-7 Pistol: 1
[fancybox2] Biography: Ashlaa Timenia was born 472 ABC on Coruscant to her Half-Togrutan, Half-Twi'lek Father and Togrutan Mother. Most of the time spent growing up was spent seated in front of literature, studies or exercising, just as her parents had done when they had grown up. At the age of thirteen she began to pick up an interest in Starships, everything from Single pilot fighters to the large capital ships that ruled the stars and from that age, she knew that she wanted to command one. With that goal in mind she spent made sure to always excel at everything she did, though that did come at a cost of neglecting spending time with friends and instead devote herself to studies.
At the age of Sixteen, she and a few others in her class was brought along to Alderaan to go on a visit to an Imperial Frigate which was going to dock there. There, she and her fellow classmates were assigned a student from a junior class to watch over while they moved through the guided tour of the ship. Ashlaa was assigned to the troublemaker she'd get to know as Eddard Thul-Drast, someone she started to despise almost the instant they met as he decided that he wanted to pay a visit to the ship's reactor, which was explicitly off limits.
However, Ashlaa managed to find him as he snuck away and although he did manage to get a kick in on her, causing her to topple down on the floor for a brief moment, she got him out of the reactor and back to the rest of the group before they noticed the two were missing.
The visit to the Imperial frigate had done nothing other than ensure Ashlaa that she wanted to be in control of large fleets of ships like those and to control an even large one personally.
At the age of twenty one she had enlisted and was now serving on an Imperial Frigate, not too different from the one she had visited a few years earlier, though the differences were noticeable at least. While she had reached a small distance of where she wanted to go, she still had a far way left to reach.
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Vritoria Coruna[/fancybox4]
[fancybox2] Biography: Vritoria Coruna is probably as patriotic as it gets when it comes to the Imperial Republica, her family having been part of the the Republic before its integration into the Sith Empire while being a part of those who thought that nothing but great things would come for the Republic if they were to integrate with the increasingly powerful Sith Empire.
Born and raised on Coruscant she's no stranger to luxury, having grown up among moffs and like minded individuals has also taught her how to be humble among those who are higher in society than her while still being humble towards those who are just below her as well.
As she was growing up she wasn't too sure what she wanted to do, though one thing was certain, she didn't want to end up a mere soldier in the Imperial War machine, no, she aimed for a similar position as to her grandfathers before her, namely that of a Moff if not greater. With that goal in mind she found herself rather disappointed when she was given a blaster rifle and a helmet and sent out into the outer rim as a part of the Military Police. While she didn't enjoy the assignment at all, she did what she had been told to do and that was to enforce Imperial Law on worlds where the citizens could become rather troublesome.
This however proved to be anything but the dead end gutter job she had figured it to be at first. Instead it gave her a taste of authority above the citizens who proved too difficult for the local police to handle, whether they were just inept, incapable or corrupt, she didn't care.
On the world of Gand, dressed in full Military Police outfit along with the appropriate gear to breathe on the Amoniac atmospheric world, Vritoria managed to get herself high enough in rank to not only have a desk job, but also have one where she didn't need to be wrapped up in full protective gear. However, despite otherwise liking the world, she found the annoyance of being on a world you can't breathe without help a bit too annoying, and as soon as the chance to leave Gand came up, she took it.
However, once back on Coruscant, she had just made it out of the shuttle when it exploded and sent her tumbling away from the wreckage. Fortunately for those who had been onboard the ship, they had already stepped off and Vritoria was the last one off, save for a few droids.
A broken leg and a few weeks of recovery later and Vritoria felt as if she was ready to get back out there, however, due to the explosion she was now also largely deaf on her left ear, not entirely suitable for a Military Police as having full hearing is preferable when the risk of combat is somewhat higher than normal.
Instead, with the aid of her father who managed to pull in some strings, she was offered the position of JA, or rather, Judge Advocate, which is her current work assignment and will probably remain that for a while longer, though she's still aiming for the rank of Moff and is actively looking to find doors that will lead her down that path.
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Faction: Imperial Republica
Rank: Imperial Agent
Species: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Force Sensitivity: Untrained
Hair Color: Cherry Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Length: 182 cm
Rank: Imperial Agent
Species: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Force Sensitivity: Untrained
Hair Color: Cherry Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Length: 182 cm
Abilities:
General Skills:
Blasters: Adept
Hand-to-Hand: Adept
Flying: Average
Equipment:
Comlink
DH-7 Pistol: 1
General Skills:
Blasters: Adept
Hand-to-Hand: Adept
Flying: Average
Equipment:
Comlink
DH-7 Pistol: 1
[fancybox2] Biography: Vritoria Coruna is probably as patriotic as it gets when it comes to the Imperial Republica, her family having been part of the the Republic before its integration into the Sith Empire while being a part of those who thought that nothing but great things would come for the Republic if they were to integrate with the increasingly powerful Sith Empire.
Born and raised on Coruscant she's no stranger to luxury, having grown up among moffs and like minded individuals has also taught her how to be humble among those who are higher in society than her while still being humble towards those who are just below her as well.
As she was growing up she wasn't too sure what she wanted to do, though one thing was certain, she didn't want to end up a mere soldier in the Imperial War machine, no, she aimed for a similar position as to her grandfathers before her, namely that of a Moff if not greater. With that goal in mind she found herself rather disappointed when she was given a blaster rifle and a helmet and sent out into the outer rim as a part of the Military Police. While she didn't enjoy the assignment at all, she did what she had been told to do and that was to enforce Imperial Law on worlds where the citizens could become rather troublesome.
This however proved to be anything but the dead end gutter job she had figured it to be at first. Instead it gave her a taste of authority above the citizens who proved too difficult for the local police to handle, whether they were just inept, incapable or corrupt, she didn't care.
On the world of Gand, dressed in full Military Police outfit along with the appropriate gear to breathe on the Amoniac atmospheric world, Vritoria managed to get herself high enough in rank to not only have a desk job, but also have one where she didn't need to be wrapped up in full protective gear. However, despite otherwise liking the world, she found the annoyance of being on a world you can't breathe without help a bit too annoying, and as soon as the chance to leave Gand came up, she took it.
However, once back on Coruscant, she had just made it out of the shuttle when it exploded and sent her tumbling away from the wreckage. Fortunately for those who had been onboard the ship, they had already stepped off and Vritoria was the last one off, save for a few droids.
A broken leg and a few weeks of recovery later and Vritoria felt as if she was ready to get back out there, however, due to the explosion she was now also largely deaf on her left ear, not entirely suitable for a Military Police as having full hearing is preferable when the risk of combat is somewhat higher than normal.
Instead, with the aid of her father who managed to pull in some strings, she was offered the position of JA, or rather, Judge Advocate, which is her current work assignment and will probably remain that for a while longer, though she's still aiming for the rank of Moff and is actively looking to find doors that will lead her down that path.
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Xaria Wren[/fancybox4]
[fancybox2] Biography:
Born under a different name on the world of Chandrila, Xaria once lived with her birthparents in a rather comfortable life, she never had to worry about not having enough food, going without water or going cold for too long either. In fact, the only time she was cold was when she and her friends were out camping in the hills not too far from where they lived. However this was all about to change as her Father had gotten a new job as Overseer of a company that had a workplace on Yavin, or rather one of its moons.
As if having to say goodbye to all her friends and other relatives that lived on Chandrila wasn't enough, halfway through their travel to the fourth moon of Yavin their hyperdrive malfunctioned and instead of taking them into Hyperspeed and sending them off to Yavin IV it instead caused the ship to black out and get pulled into Concord Dawn's gravity well and by the time they had gotten the ship back online it clipped a cliff face, causing the ship to spin out of control and crash on the foreign world.
Through dumb luck alone Xiria survived the crash as the lone survivor, though at the time she didn't consider it lucky as she was now alone on a completely foreign world with no clue of where she was. At some point during the crash the cockpit had been ripped off and her parents who had been in it, well, she never found them.
There she was, thirteen years old, alone on Concord Dawn, just orphaned and for the first time completely alone. The majority of the first day was spent crying in the disabled remains of what was left of the ship and as the cold of the night began to set in she scrounged up every blanket she could find before huddling up inside a badly dented locker. The following morning with hunger setting in she scavenged what food she could find inside the wreckage and tossed out everything she didn't think she'd need to survive for as long as possible.
With blankets, emergency rations and some water bottles in her bag she walked out of the wreckage and headed off south. By the time she saw any signs of people living on Concord Dawn it had gone three days, she had no food left and she was all out of water.
At first she thought she was just imagining things when she saw hutts made out of grass with starships not too far away from them, by the time she saw another human being she collapsed out of exhaustion, only to wake up a day later, being tended to by a woman who was younger than her Mother but still a lot older than her and when the woman noticed she called for someone who must have been her Husband and a young boy, younger than her. It took her over an hour to tell who she was and why she was alone, to which the woman told her the harsh truth that she would most likely never find her parents and considering the story she had just told, no one would know what had happened.
Asking if she could stay with them she was brought into their family, however instead of her old name she was given a new one, Xaria Wren.
By the age of Twenty she was put through the ringer and came out on top, having survived her final trials to becoming a true Mandalorian she was taught how to create her own set of Beskar'Gam as even though she was considered the daughter of her adoptive parents, she wanted to create her own piece of armor.
Having created her own set of Medium-class Beskar'gam she set out on her own, leaving Concord Dawn to try and make a name for herself as a bounty hunter. However after her third job she ran into trouble, she was ambushed on Nar Shaddaa by another Bounty hunter who wanted to collect on a bounty she had just captured and while she came out on top in the confrontation it left her with a gnarly scar across the right side of face, going from roughly just above her chin up past her eye and onto her forehead. With a Kolto bandage covering her right eye she turned in the bounty, blood dripping from the fortunately shallow wounds as she cashed in.
Finding the first and best medic she had her wounds treated to the best of his abilities, though they would leave a scar and he couldn't recover her eye, the best he could do was clean it up a bit but nothing more than that. Still, she had her life and she had taken the life of the one who had taken her eye.
With the wounds taken care off she sought out a cheap hotel to recover at before heading back out into the galaxy.
After the incident on Nar Shaddaa she found that six years just blew past her and all of a sudden the Sith Empire was fighting an active civil war, split between the outer rim and the core, wanting to get back to her new roots she set out to Mandalore to make sure that the Mandalorians were once again free from the shackles of the Empire, Imperial Republica or Old Empire, it doesn't matter.
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Faction: Mandalorians - House Wren
Rank: Marauder
Species: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Force Sensitivity: N/A
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Brown
Length: 179 cm
Languages:
Mando'a
Basic
Huttese
Bocce
Rank: Marauder
Species: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Force Sensitivity: N/A
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Brown
Length: 179 cm
Languages:
Mando'a
Basic
Huttese
Bocce
Abilities:
General Skills:
Blasters
Melee
Flying
Hunting / Tracking
Equipment:
Comlink
Datapad
2: 'Strill' Blaster Pistols
Mynock-Series Freighter - The PoS
A10 Long-Blaster.
Vibroblade Dagger
Xaria Wren's Personal Beskar'Gam
General Skills:
Blasters
Melee
Flying
Hunting / Tracking
Equipment:
Comlink
Datapad
2: 'Strill' Blaster Pistols
Mynock-Series Freighter - The PoS
A10 Long-Blaster.
Vibroblade Dagger
Xaria Wren's Personal Beskar'Gam
[fancybox2] Biography:
"X marks the spot? Nah, X. Spots the mark."
Born under a different name on the world of Chandrila, Xaria once lived with her birthparents in a rather comfortable life, she never had to worry about not having enough food, going without water or going cold for too long either. In fact, the only time she was cold was when she and her friends were out camping in the hills not too far from where they lived. However this was all about to change as her Father had gotten a new job as Overseer of a company that had a workplace on Yavin, or rather one of its moons.
As if having to say goodbye to all her friends and other relatives that lived on Chandrila wasn't enough, halfway through their travel to the fourth moon of Yavin their hyperdrive malfunctioned and instead of taking them into Hyperspeed and sending them off to Yavin IV it instead caused the ship to black out and get pulled into Concord Dawn's gravity well and by the time they had gotten the ship back online it clipped a cliff face, causing the ship to spin out of control and crash on the foreign world.
Through dumb luck alone Xiria survived the crash as the lone survivor, though at the time she didn't consider it lucky as she was now alone on a completely foreign world with no clue of where she was. At some point during the crash the cockpit had been ripped off and her parents who had been in it, well, she never found them.
There she was, thirteen years old, alone on Concord Dawn, just orphaned and for the first time completely alone. The majority of the first day was spent crying in the disabled remains of what was left of the ship and as the cold of the night began to set in she scrounged up every blanket she could find before huddling up inside a badly dented locker. The following morning with hunger setting in she scavenged what food she could find inside the wreckage and tossed out everything she didn't think she'd need to survive for as long as possible.
With blankets, emergency rations and some water bottles in her bag she walked out of the wreckage and headed off south. By the time she saw any signs of people living on Concord Dawn it had gone three days, she had no food left and she was all out of water.
At first she thought she was just imagining things when she saw hutts made out of grass with starships not too far away from them, by the time she saw another human being she collapsed out of exhaustion, only to wake up a day later, being tended to by a woman who was younger than her Mother but still a lot older than her and when the woman noticed she called for someone who must have been her Husband and a young boy, younger than her. It took her over an hour to tell who she was and why she was alone, to which the woman told her the harsh truth that she would most likely never find her parents and considering the story she had just told, no one would know what had happened.
Asking if she could stay with them she was brought into their family, however instead of her old name she was given a new one, Xaria Wren.
"How blind can you be?! I've got one eye and I saw that coming from a klick away!"
By the age of Twenty she was put through the ringer and came out on top, having survived her final trials to becoming a true Mandalorian she was taught how to create her own set of Beskar'Gam as even though she was considered the daughter of her adoptive parents, she wanted to create her own piece of armor.
Having created her own set of Medium-class Beskar'gam she set out on her own, leaving Concord Dawn to try and make a name for herself as a bounty hunter. However after her third job she ran into trouble, she was ambushed on Nar Shaddaa by another Bounty hunter who wanted to collect on a bounty she had just captured and while she came out on top in the confrontation it left her with a gnarly scar across the right side of face, going from roughly just above her chin up past her eye and onto her forehead. With a Kolto bandage covering her right eye she turned in the bounty, blood dripping from the fortunately shallow wounds as she cashed in.
Finding the first and best medic she had her wounds treated to the best of his abilities, though they would leave a scar and he couldn't recover her eye, the best he could do was clean it up a bit but nothing more than that. Still, she had her life and she had taken the life of the one who had taken her eye.
With the wounds taken care off she sought out a cheap hotel to recover at before heading back out into the galaxy.
After the incident on Nar Shaddaa she found that six years just blew past her and all of a sudden the Sith Empire was fighting an active civil war, split between the outer rim and the core, wanting to get back to her new roots she set out to Mandalore to make sure that the Mandalorians were once again free from the shackles of the Empire, Imperial Republica or Old Empire, it doesn't matter.
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Xaria Wren's Beskar'gam
This is the Beskar'gam personally built by Xaria Wren under the supervision of her adoptive parents on Concord Dawn. Inside the infamous T-visor she opted to build in a rebreather to allow her survive moments where she's temporarily underwater or outside a spaceship in space. The helm also holds a Scout HUD. Her right vambrace holds a comlink along with the trigger to her Jump boots. Originally the suit held the dart launcher in her right hand, however after an incident on Nar Shaddaa she has moved it her left vambrace. Two holsters on her hips allow her to stow away her blasters along with a holster on her right thigh for a small Vibroknife.
LEGALITY
Mandalorian armor- typically defined as anything bearing the cultures iconic T-visor- has been banned in Sith space as a part of the Mandalorian Cultural Repression laws meant to curb the peoples individualistic and rebellious tendencies. Outside of Sith space, the armor doesn't tend to invite any further scrutiny than other armors in its class, and local jurisdictions vary widely.
INTENT
It's Xaria Wren's personal Beskar'gam it's also a reskin of the original Mandalorian Medium Armor Beskar'gam with personalized functions for Xaria.
ADVANCED TECH
No
Type and Coverage
Type: Medium
Coverage:
Type: Medium
Coverage:
- Head: A full coverage duraplast helmet with transparisteel t-visor
- Torso: Segmented beskar-alloy plating over bantha hide undersuit covering most of torso
- Back: Solid beskar-alloy plating over bantha hide undersuit, covering upper back
- Upper Arms: Duraplast pauldrons and elbow protectors
- Lower Legs: Armored Boots with duraplast shin plating and knee pads
Functions
Functions
Function 1: Scout HUD
- Scout HUD - Contains a 4x magnifier and Compass.
- This unusual technology- a precursor to rocket boots- is able to propel a person up to 10 meters beyond what a normal person would normally be able to jump, especially when armored. It is not capable of sustained flight, and requires a brief engine cool-down before it can be used again (1 post cool-down).
- Rebreathers allow for a person to survive underwater or in space for brief amounts of time by scrubbing CO2 from their exhaled breath. Generally this lasts for 3-4 posts, but heavy exertion can shorten that time.
- Can launch a dart accurately up to 15m. This dart is filled with a fast-acting, short-lived sedative that can render near-humans unconscious, or a sedative tailored to one specific alien physiology. Typically lasts 3 posting rounds. The dart is incapable of penetrating even the lightest armor, or even thick leathers.
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