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[Phantom]

Please do not reply, This is strictly for WIP stuff​

 

[Kiro]

Generic. Moved to Player Workshops.

 

[Phantom]

Spoiler: Allister

This is my new character, WIP feed back is appreciated.

Alliser Cross​

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”I have never been one to kill in cold blood, but for you, I can make an exception.”

Information

Full Name: Alliser cross
Age: 26
Species: Human
Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa

Height: 6’1”
Weight: 189 without armor

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: brown
Skin Tone: Tan-ish
Force Senstitive: Yes, Trained

Voice Example: Jeremey Renner
Theme:The Nights, By Avicii​

”There is a place and time that everyone wants to forget. For me, this is that place.”


Personality​

”I have never been one to decide someone’s fate, but when the reason is acceptable, I will not hesitate to end a life. I have been searching for someone, a sister, I will not stop until I find her. I need to know that she is alive, I need to know that the monsters who killed my parents, didn’t kill her too. I am not a fan of slavery, when I see it, I kill the master and set the slaves free. I have a habit of using unconventional ways, I use a sword instead of a rifle, and I do use a blaster pistol, but not that often. I have a strange sense of honor, I don’t harm innocent people, nor do I take innocent lives, but I punish those who do.”

"I have never been one to shy away from a battle, but when I see a situation going south, I can't ignore it. Sometimes I wish I could."

Attrbiutes​

"I'm fairly skilled in the art of Shien, and I even dab a little in Juyo. I'm a pretty good marksman, I can hit a target at 100 meters, with a standard blaster pistol. I am fairly athletic, flexible, even. I can do minor acrobatics, it's a lot harder with my sword strapped to my back, but that's the price you pay for precision."

”You know, I am one of the most dangerous people in the galaxy, not because of my skill, but because I have purpose, and a man with a purpose, and time to kill, is one you don't want as an enemy.”

Background​

"I got a sap story, I was born on Narshadaa, into a family of three children. Our father wans't even our real dad, more like a step dad, he was human, and mom was togrutan. I grew up quickly, with dad never being home, for a while, and with mom struggling to keep us afloat. I began doing jobs around the space port for pirates and other smugglers, at the time I was 13, my sister would have been 11. What was her name... Evie, that's it. Leoma abandoned us for the Jedi. Who could blame her? It was a much better life than what happened next. Dad came home after two days, with slavers. He came home and wrecked the house, looking for Leoma. He beat me, and did worse things to my mother. All the while, the slavers watched in horrid fascination. I escaped through a window while my father and the slavers assaulted my mother. I came back after an hour of hiding to find severed body parts all over the house, I didn't bother to see who they were from, I just ran in and grabbed the things I needed. My father's pistol, a long dagger, and the meager amounts of credits we had."

"I set out, trying not to look weak. I eventually hitched a ride with a group of mercenaries, and became one of their crew. One of the Blade Crafters. Crap name right? Well, they weren't all that bad, they were all force sensitives, some being retired or foresaken Jedi Knights. Even some who used to be Sith. They were good, taught me how to use my Force abilities. I was even taught to make a Force Blade. It took me about a year, but I finally did it. The blade required more skill and strength, but I soon adapted. Ok, they weren't really mercenaries, they were a small freedom fighting group. They got leads on slave operations and spice cartels, and we went in to take them out. It was a good job, we got paid well. For a while, everything was great, I even met a nice Togrutan girl along the way. She was nice, but she reminded me too much of my sister, and I soon broke off the relationship."

"It was a few years after I left the Blade crafters, I had amassed enough money to buy a nice star yacht. I outfitted it to my needs, as I would be entering a lot of dangerous places. Then it happened, I got a lead on my sister and I followed it, hoping to find her. That pretty much brings us up to speed. Nice talking with you.

”I’d call you a genius, except I’m in the room.”

Equipment​

Alliser wields a double-edged Force-sword, a CMBP-12, a few throwing knives, a couple grenades, light armor and his ship is a MXV 'Scuttler'-class yacht, nick named “Dexter.”

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[Phantom]

Spoiler: Shayara

Shayara Mal'do​

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”Life has good and bad things planned for each of us, It just so happens that I was given a lot of the bad.”

Information

Full Name: Shayara Mal'do
Age: 23
Species: Human
Homeworld: Ryloth

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 175 kg

Eye Color: Grey-ish green
Hair Color: Jet Black with purple highlights
Skin Tone: Pale
Force Senstitive: Yes, trained in the dark side.

Voice Example: Katie McGrath
Theme: Stronger - Kelly Clarkson​

”I was always the optimist, then I stumbled into the Real World.”

Personality​

Shayara is a very... Outgoing person, you will likely find her at parties or clubs, probably surrounded by several men, and a few women. She quite likes attention from women, and sometimes men. She does not like people who disrespect her, nor does she like it when she see's men disrespect another woman. She has a playful nature around her friends, she often teases them and jokes around with them. Being a slave for three years, does a number on someone. So when she is held against her will, there is a dramatic personality change. She goes from worry-free, careless and happy, to very resistant, and acts like a cornered animal, clawing and biting her way out.

"I am human. I am a trained killer. Oh, and that outfit looks cute on you.”

Attrbiutes​

Shayara is a master of the form Shii-Cho, an expert Juyo combatant, and quite the hand-to-hand combatant. She has been known to get her way with both men and women, most of the time without using the Force. She can be very reckless when she isn't on a mission, or when she has been drinking. She isn't very wise, but sometimes when she speaks, it's something that even her master thought was wise. She has an Olympic-level physique, and acrobatic skills. She is obviously very lean and has a well-proportioned, and toned body.

”Please, save the unnessecary monologue, I'm just here to kill you.”

Background​

Shayara was born into a family of slavers, her mother and father both worked for the Ryloth slave trade. She lived a good life, getting a good education, haveing three meals a day, and having good clothes on her back everyday was a nice perk too. She lived a life that wasn't pampered, but was still very nice. Her parents owned at least 300 slaves in peek season, and sold most of them to the Hutts as workers, soldiers, and dancers.

Shayara was only 14 years old when she was taken away from her home. Her family had just finished breakfast when several bounty hunters broke down the door. They quickly overcame her Father's weak attack against them and they threw him on the floor. One held her father down while the other two grabbed Shayara and her mother. They were all three in a row, and we're about to be killed when the lead hunter stopped the process. Apparently they got new orders to take the mother and the girl, and kill the father.

Shayara's father's screams of rage were cut short by a blaster bolt fired into his brain. Shayara and her mother were dragged off onto the hunter's ship. The two women were beaten and abused when they arrived at the Slave houses. Shayara became a cocktail waitress at one of the Hutt's many clubs, while her mother became a prostitute in a different club. Shayara learned to dance and soon became began to grow much more lean and muscular. She was soon moved from a cocktail waitress to a dancer, wearing much more revealing clothes than before.

In her off time, she would hangout in the preparation room with the other slave girls. This is where she discovered girls. When she would be on her off time, she and a group of 2 other girls would always disappear for a half-hour to an hour, and come back in each other's arms. At times, the three girls would put on private shows for patrons, sometimes all three girls would participate, or sometimes just two. They would always get paid handsomely and made their masters very happy.

Then the day came when the Sith attacked. The Hutt that Shayara had been working for was selling the Sith some artifacts from abandoned, Sith Empire, outposts. The Sith felt that the Hutt was selling them the artifacts at a price that was much higher than the artifacts actually were. So, they attacked one of the slug's most successful clubs. Shayara was walking to meet up with the other two girls after they finished a private dance, She was about 17 at the time, and all three girls were supposed to perform for the main man, well main slug. But when she entered the room, she found that two Sith warriors had beaten her to it and were abusing her lovers, and they seemed to be enjoying it.

She felt so angry, and betrayed, that she let loose a scream of pure hate. The room filled with Dark side energy as she used the force to crush the pairs together, the end product looking very bloody and gruesome. Body parts could be seen poking out of the ball, along with each of the person's face showing pure agony. She had never used this power before and passed out from the exhaustion.

Shayara woke to find herself on Korriban, in a building that looked like someone's home. She was lying on a table with several machines hooked up to her, a woman was at the other end of the room, using a holopad. "Oh, good your up," the woman said as she turned around. She had reddish-blonde hair, a dazzling smile, and she looked to only be a few years older than Shayara herself, "I was hoping you'd wake up soon. My name's Mal, short for Maleficent, but you can call me Master." She said the last part with a smile, like it was the best thing in the world. Shayara turned her head, "Why would I call you master? I am Shayara Mal'do. Where am I? And what are you doing to me?"

Mal smiled down at the young woman, like a loving mother, "All good questions, the first one I can answer, the others you will have to find out for yourself. I am a Sith Sorceress, and I have decided to take you on as my apprentice. You might ask why, and I will answer. I saw what you did to those two sith and two dancers, I saw that you had potential, and I chose to teach you my knowledge. Yes, you do have a choice, you can either be taught by me or be a toy to the other Sith. You do have a choice, I won't force you to do anything. But I promise you, if you refuse to be my apprentice, you and that beautiful body of yours will be abused and taken advantage of, and we wouldn't want that, now would we?"

Shayara listened intently and was about to reply until she heard the last part, it had just occurred to her that she wasn't wearing any clothes. Quickly sitting up, she looked down at her body, looking at the scars she had on her shoulders and stomach. Surprisingly, her chest was unscathed. She honestly found Mal attractive, and didn't care to cover up her womanhood. "I accept your offer to teach me, as long as you also teach me to fight, I do not want to ever be at the mercy of a man again."

Mal took Shayara under her wing, teaching her to control her emotions, and with that the Force. She was taught how to imbue objects with spells or curses. She was taught to fight, using her specially crafted, purple bladed saberstaff (picture below), and learning how to fight hand-to-hand, and with knives. She and Mal formed a relationship, becoming lovers, and sisters as Shayara was excepted into the brotherhood. Though both women had affairs while on missions, or off-world, they always came back to one another, as they understood it was a part of the job.

”I think you're beautiful, but there's something missing. A little Darkness.”

Equipment​

Shayara carries on her, her purple twin blades that combine into a saber staff. She also carries a small data pad, a small knife, and a few frags, along with a Flashbang or two. She also has a MXV "Scuttler"-Class star yacht, she named "Maleficent," after her master.

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[Phantom]

Spoiler: Erin

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Erin Del'mor​

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Full Name:Erin Del'mor
Age:24
Species:Half-Arkanian, Half-Human
Homeworld:Unknown

Height:5'6"
Weight:165

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color:Black with brown highlights
Skin Tone:Caucasian
Force Senstitive:Yes, trained

Voice Example:Chloe Bennet
Theme:Tonight, Tonight - Hot Chelle Rae

PERSONALITY​

Erin's personality tends to be guarded, she doesn't trust easy, and always makes sure that she knows everything she can about a potential adversary. She was bred for combat, so she thinks everything through, set by set, move by move, breath by breath. She never once had any trouble with combat, and with that came her confidence in herself, and her determination to become better. Her headstrong attitude got her into many arguments with her stepfather.

ABILITIES​

Erin has been trained in several forms of Hand-to hand combat. Her accuracy with throwing knives could be better, but she only worked on it for a few months. She was trained in the arts of Soresu and Shii-Cho, utilizing a Lightsaber that she built herself. Her accuracy with a blaster has gone unrivaled within her training facility, She inherited the arkanian trait of being able to see on the infrared spectrum, which comes in handy when dealing with hidden targets, from her mother.

BACKGROUND

Erin's story begins like you would think. Her mother was a Sith Lady on Korriban, her father a slave, a match made in hell, according to Erin's grandparents. They found out about the affair when her mother was already in the third trimester of pregnancy. They were outraged, selling off the father, and marrying off the mother to a rival Sith Lord. Erin was born a month after her mother had married the man who would despise, and hate her. Her mother's sister had died in battle only a week earlier, prompting her to name the child, Erin. Erin was treated with malice and loath by her stepfather, only speaking to the girl when he was scolding her. When Erin was three weeks into her third year of living, her mother gave birth to a son, spawned from the man who hated her. This male child was to be called, Gandron. Erin was never allowed near Gandron, her stepfather was afraid that her half-Human impurities may disrupt his son's rise to greatness.

Erin was six years of age when she began her training, her mother started with Force abilities. She quickly mastered the art of meditation, and was able to use telekinesis on small objects within the first four months of training. Gandron's father would often watch these training sessions, musing to himself of how his stepdaughter could help his quest for power. Though Erin did not know his plans for her, she knew that their relationship would only get worse in the years to come. The next several years consisted of rigorous training, both physically and mentally. Her combat skills went unrivaled within the group of soldiers that her step father had organized to train with her. Her lightsaber construction went as planned, making her first one at the age of 13, and her second one at the age of 16.

Then came Gandron, he was going through the same rigorous training that Erin was, but his father wanted him to be better than his half-sister, resulting in them being taught at the same level since he was three, and because of his father's foolishness, Gandron suffered. Erin was better in every way, allowing for her to gain worth in her stepfather's eyes. This worth did not involve love, or even the slightest bit of liking, but he knew he could use her. Erin was 18 now, and very beautiful, but not one to be trifled with. Many male siith came to seek her hand in marriage, but she always gave them a test; if they could beat her in hand-to-hand combat, she would consider their offer.

Whenever she was told that there would be another suitor, she would always wear her pitch black robes, made especially for her, and tailored to accent all of her features. This dress would give the men the impression that she is a sorceress, and does not know much about combat, no matter what they had been told by previous suitors. They were soon proven wrong when she met them in the training facility with nothing but a tank-top, a pair of leggings, and fingerless, padded gloves.All of these suitors were set up by her step father, and he grew more angry every time she beat them, forcing him to use plan B.

On the night of Erin's 19th birthday, she made her escape from her stepfather's hold. She went to a bar with some friends, and ran. She had packed her armor, her sabers, and several hundred credits in a bag, and left, paying a ship to get her to the other side of the planet, back to the temple. She stayed there for the next three to four years, training under a sorceress,

EQUIPMENT​

Erin carries her two crimson-colored sabers, along with a blaster pistol usually strapped to her thigh. Her armor consists of a grade 2 breastplate, she wears a skin-tight combat suit underneath (as pictured above), with a kevlar-like material lining her back, along with a rancor-hide cloak billowing behind her. she usually has a few knives hanging from her belt, along with at least one supernova, an ion grenade, and a flash bang or two.

 

[Phantom]

Spoiler: Angela 2

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Angela Aldaine​

”I am not seducing her, I am merely liberating her. With the option of seducing her later.”

Information

Full Name: Angela Aldaine
Age: 25
Species: Human
Homeworld: Nar Shadaa

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 123 lbs

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown with auburn highlights
Skin Tone: Pale
Force Senstitive: Yes, trained to a point

Voice Example: Elizabeth Olsen
Theme: One call away - Charlie Puth​

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”I was always the optimist, then I stumbled into the Real World.”

Personality​

When first meeting Angela, you wouldn't think much about her because of her quiet nature. But, as she get more and more comfortable around you she will start to come out of her shell. She had been classified by many people as loyal, trustworthy, and extremely understanding and helpful. She is slightly claustrophobic, and she has a disliking to slavery, but will tolerate it when it matters.

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"I am human. I am a trained killer. Oh, and that outfit looks cute on you.”

Attributes​

Being a Martial-artist, her body is honed to be a deadly weapon. Angela is trained in lightsaber combat with a Saber-staff, but can use a single blade when necessary. She was also trained as a gymnast, her master demanded that she be fit, and agile. Her "Gift," to see the weaknesses and problems in an engine also allows her to see the weaknesses in armor. But, a lot of times this ability is less reliable than it is with engines.

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”Please, save the unnecessary monologue, I'm just here to kill you.”

Background​

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Entry name: The Beginning
Alright, my story begins on Nar Shadaa, down in the slums, within the boundaries of Netr the Hutt's gang. My father and I lived above his little mechanic's workshop. Netr and I agreed on one thing throughout our lives: my father was the best mechanic around. He knew how to fix anything by taking one look at the problem. If given the chance, he could probably have fixed the hyperdrive of a War leviathan. With that gift, he kept me out of Netr's plans. He and I had a good life, Netr payed him well, and I got three meals a day, a roof over my head, and that's all that mattered."

"I was nearly 12 when we discovered that I also had the gift. I began to help my dad more and more in the shop. We became the best pair of mechanics in town, until one fateful day. It was my 14th birthday, and my dad and I took the day off to just hang around the shop and work on fixing up the old speederbike he bought me. It was going great, we had just got it back to hovering, and were about to start on the engine. Then the windows exploded inward, sending broken glass onto us. My dad covered me as blaster fire swept through the shop. Dad was hit, and He was dead before the blasted fire stopped."

"I passed out from grief as I was drug away by Netr's men. I woke up tied to a chair, soaking wet, and staring into the hulking mountain of slime that was Netr. Luckily, he was too obese to touch me, so all he did was explain my situation. Apparently I had been chosen to be sold as a slave. I hated him that moment on, and it only went downhill from there."
Recording terminated...
File closed.

Open File: Slavery's a bitch
Resume recording
"So, I was thrown into a large room with twenty plus other girls about my age. It was Horrible, we had no bathroom, so the whole place smelled like urine and shit. That wasn't even the worst part, half of the girls hadn't showered in months, adding their B.O. to the mix. I only lasted about a week, it was the second auction I was offered in, and I was bought by a woman."

"She looked to be an aristocrat of sorts, she held herself high, had nice clothing, and rarely cursed. She never said anything to me as I was taken back to her star Yacht. When we got on the ship, she explained that I would be her personal handmaiden, responsible for the care and cleaning of her personal items. My tasks, as I later found out also included helping her get dressed, giving her massages, and pampering her before going out."

"I was brought back to her complex, and thrown in a dungeon. It took nearly a year, but I was beaten into shape, obedient, and subservient, it was absolute hell. I tried my best to behave, but there were time where I would slip up and look like I was trying to find a way out of there, which, honestly, I was doing. My mind was always working, finding imperfections within things that should have been flawless."

"Soon, my mistress realized what I was capable of, and had known for over a year that I was force sensitive. Her husband was a Sith, and so was she, but she didn't act like it. She began giving me private lessons in the ways of the Force, getting me up to strength before beginning with combat. but in all that happiness and freedom, there were little slices of hell along the way."

Recording terminated
File saved

Open File: Little slices of Hell
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"I did mention that my mistress had a husband didn't I? Well, if not I should have, because he was probably the worst excuse for a human being I could've imagined. He came home drunk many nights, and was often in the female wing of the slave quarters when his wife was out with friends. One night he was extremely drunk, and he found me in my room down the hallway from his, and you could probably guess what happened after that."

"I kept the incident a secret from my mistress, fearing if I told her, that her husband would be furious and beat me. Oh, I should mention, their names were Joel, and Trinity, that should make it easier on me and you to remember who i'm talking about. So, I was able to keep the secret for about two months before it became blatantly obvious that I was pregnant with Joel's child. I had begun to wear loose clothing to hide it from Trinity, and Joel and I did our best to avoid each other. But when Trinity found out... Let's just say that Joel wouldn't be able to entertain himself with the staff for a while."

"I was treated with as much care as a slave could have. I was excused for my hindrances in not being able to perform some of my normal duties, and I was given good, healthy meals to keep the baby healthy. I was still trained in the ways ff the Force, but combat was halted. At the end of my pregnancy, I was able to be with my daughter for about a week as I nursed her. Her name was Emilia, after a slave girl who I had become friends with, but was sold to another owner. Unfortunately, the week ended, and I parted with my daughter. Trinity made sure that she went to a family who would care for her and love her as much as I did."
Recording terminated...
File closed...

Open File: Training
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"A month passed before I resumed my duties and my training. As I became more skilled in the Force and in combat, I was allowed more freedom to do what I pleased. Trinity had gotten a new handmaiden to help out while I was still recovering from pregnancy, and eventually I was moved from the position of handmaiden to the couple's personal mechanic and armor smith. I was actually paid for this job, and Joel, as an apology for getting me knocked up, said that if I gave him 10,000 credits, I would be free.'

'It certainly wasn't easy, each job that I did for my masters was at a reduced price of 20 credits. anyone else's was for 100 credits. It took nearly two years, but I had raised just over 12000 credits. I bought my freedom, but I had nowhere to go, and I hadn't finished my training. So, naturally, I struck up a deal with the couple, I would stay as their mechanic and armor smith, free repairs for the two of them paid for room and board, while Trinity trained me. I still made plenty of money, and had bought a relatively nice ship by my 19th birthday."
Recording terminated...
File closed...

Open File: New discoveries
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"As I grew in strength, I started going on missions with the brotherhood, my second mission was a slaving run on Felucia. I was never actually tasked with enslaving people, just to make sure that the men didn't do anything or anyone. I was basically law enforcement for the Sith. I'm not saying that the trip was boring, I picked up a young girl by the name of Ashlyn Sera. She was blinded by the shrapnel from the bombings.'

'I couldn't have cared less what happened to her if it weren't for the fact that she was in almost the same situation I was all those years ago. Her parents died protecting her and she was being forced into slavery, although she wouldn't have lasted long, being blind and all. So, I did her a favor and took her in as my apprentice. She was shy at first, but I was able to bring her out of her shell. We had fun together, a six-year apprenticeship before she went off to be a Priestess of Tund."

"Actually, before she went to the priesthood, She and I began a relationship, although she rarely visited me, whenever she did, it was wonderful. But, she has been force-bonded to another priestess and I fear our relationship will not last much longer. But, Ashlyn, if you are watching this, please know that I will always love you."
Recording terminated...
File closed...
Holoprojector shut down.

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”I think you're beautiful, but there's something missing. A little Darkness.”

Equipment​

Dual-bladed lightsaber (pictured above)

Casual Attire #1 ✖ Casual Attire #2 ✖ Casual Attire #3
Casual Attire #4 ✖ Formal Attire ✖ Combat Attire​

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" You get hurt, keep going. If you

get killed...Walk it off."​

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[Phantom]

Spoiler: Angela

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Angela Aldaine​

”I am not seducing her, I am merely liberating her. With the option of seducing her later.”

Information

Full Name: Angela Aldaine
Age: 25
Species: Human
Homeworld: Nar Shadaa

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 123 lbs

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown with auburn highlights
Skin Tone: Pale
Force Senstitive: Yes, trained to a point

Voice Example: Elizabeth Olsen
Theme: One call away - Charlie Puth​

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”I was always the optimist, then I stumbled into the Real World.”

Personality​

When first meeting Angela, you wouldn't think much about her because of her quiet nature. But, as she get more and more comfortable around you she will start to come out of her shell. She had been classified by many people as loyal, trustworthy, and extremely understanding and helpful. She is slightly claustrophobic, and she has a disliking to slavery, but will tolerate it when it matters.

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"I am human. I am a trained killer. Oh, and that outfit looks cute on you.”

Attributes​

Being a Martial-artist, her body is honed to be a deadly weapon. Angela is trained in lightsaber combat with a Saber-staff, but can use a single blade when necessary. She was also trained as a gymnast, her master demanded that she be fit, and agile. Her "Gift," to see the weaknesses and problems in an engine also allows her to see the weaknesses in armor. But, a lot of times this ability is less reliable than it is with engines.

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”Please, save the unnecessary monologue, I'm just here to kill you.”

Background​

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Loading camera...
Entry name: The Beginning
Alright, my story begins on Nar Shadaa, down in the slums, within the boundaries of Netr the Hutt's gang. My father and I lived above his little mechanic's workshop. Netr and I agreed on one thing throughout our lives: my father was the best mechanic around. He knew how to fix anything by taking one look at the problem. If given the chance, he could probably have fixed the hyperdrive of a War leviathan. With that gift, he kept me out of Netr's plans. He and I had a good life, Netr payed him well, and I got three meals a day, a roof over my head, and that's all that mattered."

"I was nearly 12 when we discovered that I also had the gift. I began to help my dad more and more in the shop. We became the best pair of mechanics in town, until one fateful day. It was my 14th birthday, and my dad and I took the day off to just hang around the shop and work on fixing up the old speederbike he bought me. It was going great, we had just got it back to hovering, and were about to start on the engine. Then the windows exploded inward, sending broken glass onto us. My dad covered me as blaster fire swept through the shop. Dad was hit, and He was dead before the blasted fire stopped."

"I passed out from grief as I was drug away by Netr's men. I woke up tied to a chair, soaking wet, and staring into the hulking mountain of slime that was Netr. Luckily, he was too obese to touch me, so all he did was explain my situation. Apparently I had been chosen to be sold as a slave. I hated him that moment on, and it only went downhill from there."
Recording terminated...
File closed.

Open File: Slavery's a bitch
Resume recording
"So, I was thrown into a large room with twenty plus other girls about my age. It was Horrible, we had no bathroom, so the whole place smelled like urine and shit. That wasn't even the worst part, half of the girls hadn't showered in months, adding their B.O. to the mix. I only lasted about a week, it was the second auction I was offered in, and I was bought by a woman."

"She looked to be an aristocrat of sorts, she held herself high, had nice clothing, and rarely cursed. She never said anything to me as I was taken back to her star Yacht. When we got on the ship, she explained that I would be her personal handmaiden, responsible for the care and cleaning of her personal items. My tasks, as I later found out also included helping her get dressed, giving her massages, and pampering her before going out."

"I was brought back to her complex, and thrown in a dungeon. It took nearly a year, but I was beaten into shape, obedient, and subservient, it was absolute hell. I tried my best to behave, but there were time where I would slip up and look like I was trying to find a way out of there, which, honestly, I was doing. My mind was always working, finding imperfections within things that should have been flawless."

"Soon, my mistress realized what I was capable of, and had known for over a year that I was force sensitive. Her husband was a Sith, and so was she, but she didn't act like it. She began giving me private lessons in the ways of the Force, getting me up to strength before beginning with combat. but in all that happiness and freedom, there were little slices of hell along the way."

Recording terminated
File saved

Open File: Little slices of Hell
Resume recording...
"I did mention that my mistress had a husband didn't I? Well, if not I should have, because he was probably the worst excuse for a human being I could've imagined. He came home drunk many nights, and was often in the female wing of the slave quarters when his wife was out with friends. One night he was extremely drunk, and he found me in my room down the hallway from his, and you could probably guess what happened after that."

"I kept the incident a secret from my mistress, fearing if I told her, that her husband would be furious and beat me. Oh, I should mention, their names were Joel, and Trinity, that should make it easier on me and you to remember who i'm talking about. So, I was able to keep the secret for about two months before it became blatantly obvious that I was pregnant with Joel's child. I had begun to wear loose clothing to hide it from Trinity, and Joel and I did our best to avoid each other. But when Trinity found out... Let's just say that Joel wouldn't be able to entertain himself with the staff for a while."

"I was treated with as much care as a slave could have. I was excused for my hindrances in not being able to perform some of my normal duties, and I was given good, healthy meals to keep the baby healthy. I was still trained in the ways ff the Force, but combat was halted. At the end of my pregnancy, I was able to be with my daughter for about a week as I nursed her. Her name was Emilia, after a slave girl who I had become friends with, but was sold to another owner. Unfortunately, the week ended, and I parted with my daughter. Trinity made sure that she went to a family who would care for her and love her as much as I did."
Recording terminated...
File closed...

Open File: Training
Resume recording...
"A month passed before I resumed my duties and my training. As I became more skilled in the Force and in combat, I was allowed more freedom to do what I pleased. Trinity had gotten a new handmaiden to help out while I was still recovering from pregnancy, and eventually I was moved from the position of handmaiden to the couple's personal mechanic and armor smith. I was actually paid for this job, and Joel, as an apology for getting me knocked up, said that if I gave him 10,000 credits, I would be free.'

'It certainly wasn't easy, each job that I did for my masters was at a reduced price of 20 credits. anyone else's was for 100 credits. It took nearly two years, but I had raised just over 12000 credits. I bought my freedom, but I had nowhere to go, and I hadn't finished my training. So, naturally, I struck up a deal with the couple, I would stay as their mechanic and armor smith, free repairs for the two of them paid for room and board, while Trinity trained me. I still made plenty of money, and had bought a relatively nice ship by my 19th birthday."
Recording terminated...
File closed...

Open File: New discoveries
Resume recording...
"As I grew in strength, I started going on missions with the brotherhood, my second mission was a slaving run on Felucia. I was never actually tasked with enslaving people, just to make sure that the men didn't do anything or anyone. I was basically law enforcement for the Sith. I'm not saying that the trip was boring, I picked up a young girl by the name of Ashlyn Sera. She was blinded by the shrapnel from the bombings.'

'I couldn't have cared less what happened to her if it weren't for the fact that she was in almost the same situation I was all those years ago. Her parents died protecting her and she was being forced into slavery, although she wouldn't have lasted long, being blind and all. So, I did her a favor and took her in as my apprentice. She was shy at first, but I was able to bring her out of her shell. We had fun together, a six-year apprenticeship before she went off to be a Priestess of Tund."

"Actually, before she went to the priesthood, She and I began a relationship, although she rarely visited me, whenever she did, it was wonderful. But, she has been force-bonded to another priestess and I fear our relationship will not last much longer. But, Ashlyn, if you are watching this, please know that I will always love you."
Recording terminated...
File closed...
Holoprojector shut down.

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”I think you're beautiful, but there's something missing. A little Darkness.”

Equipment​

Dual-bladed lightsaber (pictured above)

Casual Attire #1 ✖ Casual Attire #2 ✖ Casual Attire #3
Casual Attire #4 ✖ Formal Attire ✖ Combat Attire​

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" They Call Me Scarlet Witch "​

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[Phantom]

Spoiler: Kara

Kara​

"Life is too short to not take chances.”​

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Information​

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Full Name: Kara Dröttingu
Age: 24
Homeworld: Naboo
Species: Human

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 59kg

Eye Color: blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Skin Tone: Caucasian
Orientation: Homosexual

Voice Example: Natalie Dormer
Theme: My Church - Maren Morris

Personality

Kara's demeanor does not give her away as a Jedi. While she is chivalrous, and generally likes to act as a knight in shining armor, but without the Ego, and testosterone. Imagine a female version of Wesley from The Princess Bride, that is how Kara acts.

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Skills​

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Fortunately for Kara, she is Force-sensitive, Allowing her to expand upon her abilities as a Jedi, and a warrior overall. As a Padawan, she focused heavily on acrobatics and speed, making sure that she was able to dodge attacks and blasters. One of her many hobbies was keeping her body in peek physical condition, causing her to be muscular and lean. She has trained in Juyo and Ataru, mastering both for her trials. She also trained herself in Bo staff combat in case she was caught without a lightsaber.

Background

Kara was born into the royal family of Naboo, but was never given the chance to rule. She was taken from her family in a raid on one of the convoys by pirates, she was only 5 years old. The captain decided to spare her and keep her as his daughter. It didn't last long though, the crew became fed up with the captain being soft on her, conspiring a mutiny.

Once the captain was dead, the new captain sold Kara to a rich nobleman on Ryloth. Kara was about 13 when this happened, and had to be broken. The Noblemen only had daughters, Forcing him to task his eldest, (the one most likely to succeed him) with breaking her. Strangely, the daughter was only two years bolder than Kara. Her name was Nymph, she was a Twi'lek like her father, with eyes as blue as the sky. Nymph was one of the few twi'leks that had white skin, making her a prize to be won by many, but Nymph only had eyes for Kara.

Nymph broke Kara, but not in the way that her father had wanted. Kara and Nymph fell in love, Nymph had Kara become her personal servant so that they could spend more time together. Kara's master eventually found out, and he was furious. He accused her of corrupting his daughter's mind, So, he took Kara to Coruscant with the plan to kill her, but instead made her promise to not come back into his daughter's life, and to stay away from Ryloth.

Kara disappeared into the streets, taking the small amount of Credits that her former master had given her for transportation, and got a transport to the nearest Jedi outpost, knowing that it was the only place she could go. She reached the Tython temple at the age of 15 and began her studies.

Kara quickly advanced through her studies, passing her Knight Trial at the age of 21. She has been loyally serving the Jedi as a knight for three years, and has created a cross guard saber's with a white blade from a purified Kyber crystal she was given as a gift from her master.

Gear​

White-bladed crossguard saber
Blaster pistol
Durasteel Bo staff
CZ-MT01 Freighter - Luxury interior

 

[Phantom]

Spoiler: Amelia

Amelia Swann​

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Some say to me that there's going to be a chance when I'm going to have to do the right thing. Honestly, I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by

Information

Full Name: Amelia Swann
Age: 117 (looks 20)
Species: Human-Anzati Hybrid
Homeworld: Yavin IV

Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 130-140 pounds

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Skin Tone: Carribean
Force Senstitive: Yes, untrained

Voice Example: Keira Knightly
Theme: Mermaid - Train ​

”Today is the day, that you will always remember; as the day you almost caught the great, Captain Amelia Swann.”

Personality​

Amelia has a rather interesting personality. 100 years of experience has shaped her to be one of the most calm people to roam this galaxy. She has met thousands of people, and has probably scammed more. Her wit, attitude, and odd sense of humor has gotten her out of many situations where a normal person may not have been so lucky. She likes to think that the Force is with her, but only uses it when necessary. She and her crew have become a family, and she has built up a reputation for herself, though it may not be as large as some other Pirates, but when people here her name, they still quake in fear. She is probably one of the more honorable Pirates. Choosing to face an enemy head on instead of using spies and treachery. When challenged to a duel, she is the last one you would expect to cheat or poison her blade. She holds her crew mates to the same standards, though most of them disregard them and poison their blades when trying to take over as captain. Amelia has always been one for finding the truth and solving problems. Her mind is constantly working on new plans, new ship formations, and raids for the crew. She was diagnosed with ADHD when she was a child, so she uses that to her advantage. Since her mind is always working and working too fast for most to comprehend, she can usually find things that are out of place, or don't look right before anyone else.

"Whenever you feel like dying, come visit us, it'll be good target practice.

Attributes/Skills​

Amelia, being ADHD, cannot sit still. She constantly has to be doing something, or working out a problem in her head. She has been known to sit in the captain's chair of her ship for hours on end figuring out a random puzzle or riddle she heard of. Other than being ADHD, her mind is quite sharp. She can think in three-dimensions, allowing her to visualize ships in space, and map out the best plan for attacking and commandeering other ships. Her swordplay is quite good. Her crew consists of several ex-Sacred Band members, an ex-Jedi, and a few miscellaneous members who were still handy with a sword. Her marksmanship isn't the best, but it is certainly up there. She is able to get a grouping within a few inches from 100 yards away. Her skills within the technology range of things isn't extraordinary, but it is notable. She can pilot a ship, lay battle plans on a three-dimensional projector, and can do limited amounts of slicing.

”Wait a minute, who the f*ck are you?”

Background​

Amelia's story begins on the Planet of Yavin IV, where a little girl is born to a family who loved her with all their hearts. Amelia was the youngest of three, and the first and only to be fathered by Her mother's second husband, a 500 year-old Anzati. Amelia was born to be the spitting image of her mother. but her human traits stopped there. She had the natural Force affinity that most Anzati had, and she also gained their longevity. Her life was nothing like the one she lives now. She had a good family, a roof over her head, three meals a day, and clothes on her back. Once she was discovered to be a Force-sensitive, her father began training her, helping her to control the power she was born with.

Her sisters, Jessica and Jordan, were twins. They didn't have the gift with the Force that Amelia had. Therefore, they didn't like how long Amelia would spend with her father. They liked attention, and that's what they got from their mother. The two couldn't get enough of the attention. They craved it, they fed off of it like parasites. This behavior was the reason that Amelia left.

As you may have guessed, Amelia was driven from her home by her sisters. The two women, when Amelia hit her 17th birthday, turned their mother against her. It was like an old story she heard as young child, Cinderella. Her father had disappeared in the war against the Sith, so there was no one to protect her. Amelia, driven from home and with nothing other than the few belongings that she packed, and the clothes on her back, made her way to the nearest shipyard, trying to buy her way off of the planet. She was able to buy a transport to Nar Shadaa, but that's as far as she made it. She would stay and work as a waitress in a bar for the next few years, slowly earning enough money to buy her way out.

But, as she worked longer in the bar, she became part of the organization that owned the place. It was a small offshoot of the Hutt crime family. The name was roughly translated into "Brotherhood." She begun as an informant, gleaning information from people's conversations, and sometimes their minds, and reporting anything interesting to her bosses. She quickly moved up in the ranks, becoming captain, and eventually getting her own ship. With the rank of Captain also came the tattoo on the left side of her chest, symbolizing her authority within the "Brotherhood." She spent another ten years stationed on Nar Shadaa, and by this time, she had figured out that she had inherited her father's longetivity, seeing as how she looked as if she was still 17, when in actuality, she was 30. She was eventually given command of a crew and was sent out on missions throughout the Galaxy.

She remained as an extention of the "Brotherhood's" sphere of influence, smuggling spice in and out of worlds, and basically being an ambassador for her bosses. She performed well for another five years before she and her crew were let go. Budget cuts, and the eventual merging of the brotherhood and the Hutt Crime Family.

She and her crew continued on as smugglers, but eventually evolved into Pirates. They were fairly successful, Amelia stayed captain all the while, adopting the name, "Dread Pirate Swann." With her ship, The Revenge. Now, almost 80 years later one of her crew members got up enough nerve to start a mutiny. Unfortunately, the mutiny was successful, and the crew left her on a desolate backwater planet, with her personal weapons, and supplies that could get her through a week if she rationed properly.

”I’d call you a genius, except I’m in the room.”

Equipment​

A double-edged sword. The blade is a Phrik-Cortosis alloy, with a Kyber crystal enlaid within the hilt. The alloy, along with the Force added from the crystal allows the sword to stand up to lightsabers. She was given a blaster with enough energy in it for one shot, and she is saving that shot for the slimy ass who betrayed her. She has a small First-aid kit, Food rations, several knives, and a few days worth of clean clothes.

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[Phantom]

Spoiler: Noxis

◄Noxis►
KeYahm​

AGE: 32

SEX: Male

SPECIES: Human

HOMEWORLD: New Stratamand

HEIGHT: 2 Meters (About 6'7)

WEIGHT: 77 Kilograms

EYES: Blue

HAIR: Ginger

SKIN: Pale​

BIOGRAPHY
Noxis KeYahm was an abnormality from the beginning. He was created under the union of his father, Koatel KeYahm, and his mother, a woman he never knew. From an early age, he was set up for greatness, and achieved greatness, but not in the way his father wanted. He was never very fit, always going to training sessions to keep in shape, but not going above and beyond as to become a warrior. He loved strategy, always drawing up plans for random forts on the planet that his clan ruled. He studied almost every great strategist known to the galaxy,one of his favorites being the Dread Pirate Swann.

As his father began to realize that Noxis was not going to succeed him unless it was absolutely necessary, the two began to drift apart. Noxis always regretted that he never had a better relationship with his father, and promised himself that if he ever had a son, he would strive to have a better relationship. Unfortunately, those plans were slightly hindered when he found out that he was Gay. But for him, there was a happy ending to that story. He eventually found a husband, Jake So'lar, around the age of 27. The two adopted a young Yahm boy who had been abandoned by a mother who obviously didn't want him. Noxis named the boy Koatel, after his father. Now, Noxis happily works under his half-sister, Apophe, as master strategist and counselor to the Royal crown.
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[Phantom]

Spoiler: Dawn

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NAME: DAWN TENEBRIS

AGE: 28

HAIR: BLONDE

EYES: BLUE

HOMEWORLD: UNKNOWN

AFFILIATION: Mandalorian Dominion

FORCE SENSITIVE: CONFIRMED​

Born to Kitten and Bellatrix Ra'kul, Dawn Tenebris was a born fighter. She had no true father, it was both of her mother's eggs that provided the majority of DNA, but a little of her unknown father grew in with her blonde hair and blue eyes. Her parents were the people she looked up to. Both were ex-Sith, and both were trained assassins. Her sister, Evelyn, was not born the way she was. Evelyn's father, Lux, also had a soft spot for Dawn, but his attention was more focused on Evelyn, the heir to his clan.

Dawn was special from the start, even though she was younger than her sister, there was much that they had in common. Their mothers, the ability to fight, and the Force. First, to understand Dawn, you must understand her parents. Kitten, her birth mother, was, at one point, trapped under the spell of Bellatrix, her other mother. Kitten was Bellatrix's personal slave/apprentice, a role in which she filled to the best of her ability. Eventially, the two fell in love and got married. The two women had went to a clinic to get Bellatrix's eggs implanted into Kitten along with some male DNA, resulting in Dawn.

Moving back to Dawn, she was treated very much like her sister, as royalty, and as a commoner. During training, which started at age six with Force usage; Dawn was put through the same rigorous tests as Evelyn had when she was that age. As Dawn grew older, she and her sister were pitted against each other and with each match they faced each other in they got better, learning off of each-other's fighting styles. As the weapons training grew more in-depth, she used the bo staff more and more.

Dawn became more adept at combat, and actually challenged her mother to a few sparring matches, which ended up with Dawn learning a lesson about how to not underestimate ones opponent. She actually used it to her advantage. Unlike her sister, who used her beauty to cause trouble, she tried to stay in the shadows, interacting with a few people, but not wanting to be in the spotlight. This philosophy carried onto her adult life, but in a less prevalent way. Her adult life was a blur of parties, assassinations, and drinking. The only constant in her life was the steady income, and the visits to her home, parents and sister.

Late into her 21st year of living, Dawn met a bounty hunter by the name of Alexandra. The two met on a job that they had to work together on, they hit it off right away, working well together and getting the job done in record time. The two girls met a few other times, and eventually giving in and starting a small fling. But, what started out as a fling transformed into a full-blown relationship as the two got to know each other better. They continued to work together and eventually bought an apartment together in the middle of Coruscant. They had a good thing going, but at one point, all good things must end. Alexandra and Dawn were on a job together as they usually did, but the target happened to be a severely paranoid billionaire and he had contingency plans for this kind of thing.

Alexandra was hit and went into critical condition. Dawn did her best to patch her up, but she couldn't do much unless she went to a hospital. Dawn got Alexandra to the hospital just in time. But, the damage to Alexandra's spine was too severe and she wouldn't be able to walk, if she woke up from the coma. Dawn promised herself that she wouldn't have any other relationship until she was sure that Alexandra would never wake up, or dead.

As the war got steadily worse, Dawn retired from the assassin for hire scene and instead decided to join the Mandalorian Dominion. The republic had fallen, and the Jedi were a crumpling force, the Mandalorians seemed to have taken over where the Republic had failed and became another opposition to the Stih. Dawn decided to use her skills and training for good and help with the Dominion's efforts. When she was accepted, someone asked her why she came to the Dominion an not the Jedi; the answer was fairly simple, "I'd rather be around people who had no problem with who I am. If I went to the Jedi, I would have been watched closely and kept on a tight leash. Here, I can help without my every move being watched."

Gear​

• 
  
  
  • CCT MKII Armor
  • DS-23 Gauntlet Blaster
  • Light Combat Attire
  • Casual Attire

" Hell sends it's regards "​

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[Phantom]

Spoiler: Reformation

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Iziz
Onderon
@EmilyHuene @Phantom​

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Onderon, one of the few safe places from the reach of the Sith and their expanded empire. The Republic has fallen, and only the Jedi remained to face the Sith threat head-on. But, In the corner of the galaxy that is Onderon lay a young woman who left the Sith and their quest for power. Her name was Angela Aldaine, but she was nothing like her previous herself.

Angela woke up in a dark room, she had no clue how she got there nor did she have any recollection of the night before. In fact, the last two months have been a blur for Angela, ever since she left the Sith and turned her back on the love of her life, she'd been on a downhill streak. She opened her eyes fully, taking in the contents of the room. There was a slight draft in the room, and that was the moment she realized two things. One, she wasn't wearing any clothes. Two, she wasn't alone.

She looked to her left, spotting what looked to be a young woman a year or so younger than Angela herself. Angela rolled her eyes and got out of bed, eliciting a slight protest from the woman. Angela wiped the weriness form her eyes as she picked up her clothes from the night before, slipping them back on and grabbing her travel bag. As she neared the door, she turned back to the woman who, had by now gotten wind of what was happening, "Thanks for last night, but I've gotta go. Maybe i'll come back one day."

The last sentence was a complete lie, Angela couldn't even remember the girl's name. She opened the door and left, squinting her eyes at the bright hall lights of the apartment complex. She quickly made her way out of the building and onto the streets of Iziz. She would walk with the flow of people, stopping to get a large caf, and keep going. Another 10 minutes of walking passed by and she arrived at her destination.

For a few weeks now, she had been in contact with a Jedi by the name of Valerie Black, who knew what she was going through and agreed to help her. Valerie had told Angela to meet her at a certain shipyard in Iziz today. From there, Valerie was to take Angela to the Jedi council to be judged if she was truly here to reform. Angela found herself wandering through the shipyard as she tried to figure out which ship was the one that belonged to Valerie.

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[Phantom]

Spoiler: Cole

Cole Jacobs

Jedi ◊ Justicar ◊ Coruscant ◊ Experienced Force User
Anzati ◊ Male ◊ Unknown Age ◊ 5’11” / 1.8m ◊ 171 lbs
Blonde hair ◊ Pale skin ◊ Brown eyes
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Personality​

When you first look at Cole, your first impression of him does not scream, 'Jedi'. What any sensible man, or woman, would think is that he's a criminal. Which is completely true, but that was another life. Jacobs isn't one to mess with, while he usually appears harmless and covers himself in ragged clothing, he is still quite dangerous. If his witty threats and deadly jokes don't scare you off, then he is one to make sure that you never forget how he beat you.

Jacobs has developed many aliases over the years. Usually, he uses them to book a hotel, or go undercover. His favourite, is John Constantine. It was a name he made up about fifty years or so ago. Constantine is a fairly wealthy P.I. who specializes in cases involving Force-sensitives. Jacobs uses the alias to get into clubs, buisnesses, and corporation building involved with his 'investigations'.

Jacobs has been known to bend the guidelines of the Jedi Code to their limit, making him an outcast with most of the other Jedi. His rebellion against the code is why he became a Justicar, more freedom, and more time away from the constant nagging of the Council.

Biography​

Cole Jacobs was born to a loving family in the heart of the city world of Coruscant. He had a mother that stayed home everyday with him, and a father who worked all day to keep a roof over their heads, food on the table, and clothes on their back. The Jacobs were by no means wealthy, but Cole's father did all he could to make sure that his family was happy. And it worked for nearly three decades, then disaster struck.

A local crime boss came to Cole's father one day, offering his 'protection' if his father allowed for the Boss to use the building as a smuggling joint. His father refused, but the crime boss wouldn't take no for an answer, so he shot Cole's father on the spot. Cole's mother, who had been in the other room ran out to find her husband dead. She soon followed her husband into the Force as the man who killed her husband killed her too.

Now, during this whole ordeal, Cole had been off-world running a supply shipment for his father's shop. He found out when he got back and found the local law enforcement at his house. Cole was absolutely devastated when the officer told him about his parent's fate. After the funeral, Cole's life became one of Booze, spice, and women. He was on a downward spiral, and it showed no signs of getting better, until an old friend of his father's tracked him down.

This old friend came from Cole's father's time serving with the Jedi, and he was not happy with what he saw. When the friend, James was his name, found Cole, he had just gotten into a barfight and lost. James basically dared Cole to join the Jedi Order, and do better than his father before him. With a smirk, Cole accepted the dare, and went through training unlike any other.

Since Cole was just over thirty years old, he went through a different training program than the other padawan's. His was much more intense and much more in-depth than one might expect. James was training Cole as a Justicar, not a Knight. A Justicar was a hardcore version of what a knight was, basically doing the dirty, hidden work of the Order while the knights were cast as valiant and the heroes of the Order.

Over the years, he had seen people come and go as few tried to become a Justicar, and even fewer actually succeeded. Cole had no intention of ever training one, and he had no need to anyways, but a few decades later,
he had the chance to mentor a young woman, actually, it was James' Granddaughter. The woman's name was Jacqueline, Cole did his best to treat her with as much kindness as her grandfather had once done for him.

Fortunately, this story has a happy ending, which is rare in Cole's life. Jacqueline passed her trials, but did not choose to become a Justicar. Instead, she chose to stay a Knight and help out on the forefront of things. After training Jacqueline, Cole went back into semi-seclusion, studying the Force and all of it's properties, getting a little too close to the Dark on a number of occasions, but he always came out unscathed and pure-ish.

He studied in Pyrokinesis, Cryokinesis and Phosphokinesis, improving his skills until he got too good at his job. The Council was fearful that he had gotten too close to the dark side, so they sent him to Ilum on a twenty-year pilgrimage where his skills were put to use as he helped young padawans find their first Kyber crystal for their first saber.

Now that the War with the Sith has become more Drastic, Justicar's were needed more and more. Cole lived as his alias, John Constantine for five years as he built himself a legitimate business as a Private Investigator. He then used the funds and connections to build a web of information where he had limited inside information on the empire and other criminal families.

Skills and Abilities​

Being quite old by a human’s standard, Cole has a very wide range of skills, some forgotten and some that haven't been seen in centuries. Nonetheless, he uses it all for the good of the Order, even if he believes that the council is a lazy and neglectful mother to its 'cause.'

One could go on for days explaining the skills he has and how they are useful to him,but that would bore anyone who was listening, so, here's the gist. Cole is mostly self trained in most areas of the Force, Pyrokinesis, Cryokinesis, and Phosphokinesis are all areas in which he excelled, much to the dismay of his superiors. Fortunately for Jacobs, his skills as a warrior were more valued than his skill with the Force.

As a Jedi, he is very skilled with a lightsaber, mastering Djem So, Makashi, and Shii cho fighting styles. He also dabbles in Ataru when using both of his sabers, but that usually isn't necessary. His fighting skills continue further with Hand-to-Hant Combat. A former street fighter, and trained Jedi, Cole knows how to play dirty, and isn't afraid to. His skills with a Lightbow are exemplary due to his many years of practice and experience.

Possessions​

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• Two copper-coloured lightsabers
• One lightbow w/ 8+ energy canisters
• First Aide kit
• Misc. tools
• Datapad
• Modified CZ-Mt01

 

[Phantom]

Spoiler: Anastasia

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NAME: ANASTASIA OSWALD

AGE: 17

HAIR: Red

EYES: Blue-Green

PATRONUS: Owl

AFFILIATION: Gryffindor, Hogwarts

WAND: Ebony, Unicorn hair, 11 inches​

Anastasia was born in northern Scotland, but was moved to London at the age of eight when her father took a Job at the Ministry of magic as an Auror. Anastasia is an only child, and was raised with the utmost care when it came to Magic and how to act among the family's muggle neighbors. She began to show a magical aptitude during her fourth year of living, allowing for limited training until she was old enough to go to Hogwarts.

During her first year, She was assigned to the Gryffindor house like her parents before her. From the beginning, she showed a proficiency for combat magic, Transfiguration, Potions, Astronomy and Alchemy. After the OWLs in her fifth year, she was put into classes that suited her better, remaining in Transfiguration, Potions, and Alchemy. She explored other topics such as History of Magic, Arithmetic, and Care of Magical creatures becoming good friends with the teacher and the school's resident hippogriff, Buckbeak.

During her years at hogwarts, she has noticed a growing rivalry between supporters of Gelert Grindwald and those who believe he should be stopped. But, now that rumors of Grindwald joining forces with the Nazi's, the divide has only grown. Anastasia has found herself on the allied side of the divide and she believes that Grindwald is a disgrace to the wizarding world and should be stopped before the conflict reaches hogwarts.

 

[Phantom]

Spoiler: Alexis

Character Stats

NAME → Alexis Vol

AGE → 27

RACE → Human

HOMEWORLD → Nar Shadaa

RANK → Three-ring officer for the Shadow Syndicate.

FORCE SENSITIVE → Unknown

Threads

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[beebox2=100%]Alexis Vol ” I'd call you a genius, except I'm in the room. ”​ [/beebox2] Like any child born on Nar Shadaa, Alexis's life was not one of Lavish or pleasantries. Her father in not known to her, and was most likely dead in a bar somewhere. Her mother, was a self-employed "companion," who had forgotten to take her birth control pills one night. Alexis' birth was both a blessing and curse on the mother, Niasia. She continued work as a "companion" and used the money to make herself sterile, not wanting another mistake. After the first few years, Niasia began to began to spend more and more time away from Alexis, leaving her with the neighboring apartments and reluctant relatives. Alexis soon figured out why her mother left so often and was disgusted, leaving for the friends she had made in the streets and allied herself with them. Over the years Alexis spent on the streets, she matured into a beautiful young woman, and used that to her advantage. She and the other street kids had formulated a plan that worked for several weeks; she would distract a wealthy-looking man, while one of her friends pick-pocketed the money and expensive items from him. Her biggest score, and biggest mistake was conning a member of the Hutt crime family. The man got very angry when he found out that he was robbed, he spent almost a month looking for the girl who had played him. Alexis had just turned seventeen when they found her. It was late at night, and most of the camp was asleep, including Alexis. The men came in without a word and wrecked the place, killing those who chose to fight back, and tranquilizing those who they found useful. Alexis woke up the next morning to find herself in a cage with a dozen or so other women. She waited for about a half-hour before an armed escort came and got her, bringing her up to the office of the man that she had conned, Corbon Stak. He didn't hurt her, he didn't even raise his voice, that was the worst part, he simply told her that she would be put into training immediately, and that she would be a great asset to his arsenal. Alexis had no clue what he meant by that until a day later when she was transported from her cage to a massive dojo within the same building. From then on, she was trained to be Stak's undercover agent, learning various forms of martial-arts, how to use a gun, and various other weapos that ranged from swords to bow and arrows. Almost a year later, and Alexis was sent on her first mission: Gather information on another member of the crime family to use as leverage for an oncoming deal. It was fairly easy, all she had to do was pose as a random intern for his shell-company, and get into his computer wen he wasn't there. After the success of the first mission Stak sent her on more and more, digging up dirt on everyone that posed a threat to Stak. After about the first year, she discovered that dancers in Hutt-owned bars and clubs were a good source of information, all you had to do was get them drunk enough to spill the information, even if it took a little more persuasion. On her twenty-second birthday, she resigned from her position within the family, and went to live on Alderaan with her girlfriend. Her plans didn't last long though, the Republic fell, and she barely escaped Alderaan with her life. Unfortunately, her girlfriend didn't survive the Sith takeover. Using what money she had saved up, Alexis bought an apartment on Nar Shadaa, and received a call from Caiden Vex, asking about a job interview for the Shadow Syndicate. Agreeing to come in and see the syndicate and how it was organised, Alexis got the job soon afterwards. She started in the one-ring tier as an information retriever, moving up the ranks as each year passed, and eventually making it to the three-ring tier and taking the mantel of Head of Security and Technology.

 

[Phantom]

Spoiler: Minerva

NAME: Minerva Aegis
AGE: 29
SPECIES: Edemmian

FACTION: Sith Inquisition
RANK: Templar

HEIGHT: 1.6 m
WEIGHT: 70 Kg
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Blue
FORCE: Trained in the Dark side


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  The first born of a litter of seven, Minerva Aegis started out with a different name, but it was lost to her many years ago. Minerva's mother had given birth to the litter on the way back from a diplomatic mission that the Edemmian government had sent her and her husband on. But, soon after, the ship was attacked by pirates, wanting to loot the ship of anything of value. Minerva's parents were able to escape with the other six siblings, but Minerva was left behind. It was a complete accident, the droid who was supposed to be taking care of the children did not see the sleeping Minerva in the chaos.
  
  The attackers found Minerva crying in her crib, and saw that she was Edemmian. Their captain knew that female Edemmians, even newborns, went high on the market for slavery, due to their intoxicating pheromones. The pirates took the child to Zygerria, and she was put into a cage with several other female Edemmians. Thankfully, one of the slaves was pregnant, allowing for Minerva to be nursed by the other women, they became her mothers, and her new family.
  
  Growing up in slavery was horrible, even though the slavers kept her well-fed and healthy, she also was forced to go to work. In her early years, she was just a serving girl, or a maid. She would be brought down to the fitness room every so often so that she could stay in shape for when she matured. Her second tail came in around her twelfth birthday, which she only knew to be the day that she was brought to the Zygerrians. The growth of her second tail showed her transition into puberty.
  
  The Zygerrians, after doing extensive research into Edemmian biology, knew that this meant she would start to show signs of womanhood. Fortunately, Minerva was still only used as a maid or serving girl until her sixteenth birthday, when her womanhood fully manifested. After turning sixteen, she was brought down to the fitness room more and more often, the Zygerrians were intent on her looking good for the buyers.
  
  It was almost a year before her handlers deemed Minerva ready for purchase. She was given to a female Togruta slave, who was not much older than Minerva herself, for dancing lessons. The Togruta was named Vixen, a name that her previous master had given her as a reward. Minerva had gotten her name from her mothers, claiming that it was the name of a wise and powerful warrior from the legends back on Edem.
  
  The lessons started out easy, a few moves that would catch the attention of many buyers, and then a few poses that their masters had them take when being auctioned off. The lessons continued throughout a year, the auctions every month proved unfruitful as the buyers would wait for her third tail to grow in so that she had access to the pheromones.
  
  One month before her eighteenth birthday, her third tail began to grow. By this time, she was still sharing the cell with her mothers and adopted siblings, the older Edemmians taught her how to control the flow of pheromones and told her the consequences of using such pheromones without permission from their masters. A few weeks after her birthday, the tail was fully grown in and she was put up for auction again, this time having much more bids as the buyers saw her third tail.
  
  At the second auction after the growth of her third tail, her Zygerrian masters sold her to a wealthy Togrutan moisture farmer, for almost a million credits. Her new master took her to Tatooine, where he gifted Minerva to his daughter, Shana. Shana was year older than Minerva, and had never owned a slave before. Minerva started out as a personal servant to Shana, helping her with daily chores, and what ever else Shana needed to be done.
  
  Shana would have many parties while her father was off on business trips, and she had the Edemmian walk around serving drinks and dispensing pheromones every once in a while to keep the guests partying on. Another chore of Minerva's was to escort any party-goers out of the building if they spent the night with Shana. By far one of the most interesting mornings was when she had to escort a Zeltron and a Twi'lek from Shana's room while her mistress was down in the dwelling's garage working on the family speeder.
  
  Shana was very adept with machines, she made repairs to the moisture machines, the vehicles and appliances around the dwelling. Sometimes, she would have Minerva help with some of the projects, teaching the younger woman whatever she knew, saying that she needed a business partner for when she moved out.
  
  But, those dreams were short-lived. Shana was found to be force-sensitive, she found out after one of the mechanisms holding up a speeder broke and she caught it mid-air with the force, and rolled out just before she lost control. Her father was a supporter of the new Sith brotherhood, and sent his daughter to train there. Shana brought Minerva along, claiming that she wanted to have a friend while going into training, but in reality she wanted an excuse to explore the feelings that had formed between the two women as they had gotten to know each other.
  
  Shana's master allowed for her to bring Minerva along, claiming that it would be "Wise to have someone to lick your wounds at the end of the day." Unfortunately, he meant that literally; Shana would come back from training bloodied and bruised, and Minerva did her best to heal her lover's wounds, but she would come back every day with new wounds, and Minerva was fed up with it. One day, her frustration and anger was too much, but instead of resorting to violence to show her force-sensitivity, she sent her feelings into the force and healed the wounds along Shana's body. The next day, Minerva attended training with Shana and became her master's second student.
  
  Their master's treatment of his students improved after Minerva joined, Shana suspected pheromone intervention, but Minerva had not used her pheromones on her master, the fear of beatings was too intense. Instead, his reasoning was that he had seen that Minerva was force-sensitive and so he beat Shana so that it would force Minerva to use the force to either heal Shana, or attack him.
  
  Shana and Minerva trained together for the next year, both becoming adept in the force and combat. After the year, their master gave them a choice, continue training with him and become a Sith marauder, or go and train under the Inquisition. Shana chose the path of Marauder, while Minerva chose the Inquisition. Their master explained to them that they would not be seeing very much of each other, and that they should take the next day off and spend as much time together before they were forced to separate.
  
  The couple took their master's advice and spent the day together, and they said their goodbyes the following morning. Minerva arrived at Tund, the home of the Inquisition, on her twentieth birthday. The next four years would be some of the toughest in her life as she was taught to devote all of her soul to the dark side. She finished her training just before the Republic fell, being one of the first to be on the ground when Coruscant fell.
  
  Then, over the next five years, she helped the inquisition grow into what it was, earning the rank of Templar and becoming one of the main torturers and interrogators, using her pheromones as a truth serum or drug on captured senators and Jedi.
  
  
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  Long, jet black hair falls gracefully from atop her head. Long, black ears peak from the waterfall of darkness like dark mountains in the night. Her complexion has become pale to compensate for her use of the Dark side. Gracing her body, three long, fluffy, black tails trail behind her as she walks. Each tail is tipped with white fur, much like a wild fox's.
  
  Minerva is almost always wearing her combat gear, the black robes torn and tattered form use in battle and torture. Gracing her hips, are a pair Phrik-cortosis alloy fashioned into the shape of curved blades. Her red-bladed lightsaber is kept under the folds of the skirt on her outfit, strapped to her right thigh. Her legs are protected from harm by padded, rancor-hide, leggings, and a pair of black military-grade combat boots.
  
  
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  Having grown up as a slave, Minerva is fairly reserved, despite several years of freedom, having spent most of her life in the role of a slave has toned down her personality. Minerva's role as a torturer has made her slightly sadistic. She takes joy in other's pain, and likes to watch as people trip over themselves when they are high on her pheromones.
  
  As a Warrior, Minerva is honorable and will not fight an unarmed opponent. But, as a Hunter, she likes to toy with her prey, injuring them and making them live in agony. After a while, her honor starts to seep in and she ends the battle quickly, either killing the prey, or simply capturing them to use as prey in the future, or using them for information.
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Spoiler: AFL stuff

[beebox2=96%]TITLE: One for the Money...

DETAILS: With the recent fall of the Hutt crime family, their assets will be crumpling and ripe for the picking. Rob them of all money, goods, and livestock, make sure that no one is able to follow.

OBJECTIVES:
+Find and destroy local Hutt base.
+Pillage and plunder the Base

SPECIAL ACHIEVEMENTS:
+20% of profits
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[beebox2=96%]TITLE: Two for the Show...

DETAILS: Several of the remaining Hutts have agreed to meet up and try and rebuild the Family. We cannot allow this to happen. Infiltrate the meeting, and make a show so great that it will scare the Hutts into hiding before they can regain their composure.

OBJECTIVES:
+Sneak into the Hutt compound, eavesdrop on meeting
+Infiltrate the meeting, kill at least one Slug
+Make sure to broadcast the show to all other remaining Hutts.
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[beebox2=96%]TITLE: Three to get ready...

DETAILS: Thanks to a recent deal with a sith delegate, we have been provided a new base on Felucia.

OBJECTIVES:
+Safely transport any and all payload to Felucia
+Verify that the Base is ready for us.
+Make sure that there are established trade routes to and from the Base.


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[beebox2=96%]TITLE: Four to go!

DETAILS: With the Hutt's recent fall from power, their spaceports and fleets are up for grabs. Gain as many assets as you can, don't leave until you have at least two ships.

OBJECTIVES:
+Infiltrate a Hutt spaceport
+Steal as many ships as you can. Extra pilots will be provided (NPC's)
+Make sure you aren't seen.


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[Phantom]

Spoiler: Mika

Mika Terran


"Earth is foundation of the world, all elements break against it."
~ Theme Song ~​

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Information​

"You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water."​

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Name: Mika Terran
Alias: Gaia
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Homeland: Republic City
Height: 168 CM
Weight: 54 KG
Eye Colour: brown
Hair Colour: light green
Skin Tone: tan-ish
Bender: earthbender

Personality​

While on the surface, Mika is shy, and noble, it hides her true nature as a warrior for the people. Her father was a police chief, which allowed her to grow up with a strong sense of duty, and justice. When she was rejected from the Police academy, she swore to fight for the people and do her part to end crime, donning her guise of Gaia. As Gaia, Mika is much more confident in her actions, using the grace of a dancer and the discipline of a warrior, as one of her witnesses claimed.
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Biography​

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Born in Republic City, Mika lived as the daughter to the Deputy Police chief, learning to earth and metal bend from an early age. Her life was quite interesting, learning how to bend while blind was a challenge, the only other bender known to do so was Toph Beifong, but luckily, her descendants were willing to teach the technique.

Mika excelled in her studies in both bending and school, learning to read and write Brail at the age of 10. Her teachers knew that the girl was special even before she showed her proficiency in Lava bending. Again, Lava bending is rare, so that meant that she had to be taught by waterbenders. In many ways, lavabending is a lot like Waterbending, waterbenders are able to take water from a solid state into a liquid state in a matter of seconds. Lavabenders are the same way, although the lessons involving the wrapping of opponents were held off, since most of the practice partners were actual people.

Mika's skills quickly became one of the best around the land, utilizing both metal and lava bending when in combat training. When she turned eighteen, Mika applied to the Police Force Academy, planning to follow in her father's footsteps. And she did, though she was kept off of Field duty, the chiefs claimed that her lava bending was too much of a hazard to risk the public with. She tried to explain to them that she had complete control over it, but they didn't listen, not clearing her to be a field officer.

Still wanting to do more than be a CSI officer, she took to the Vigilante life, calling herself Gaia. She dressed in a long coat, put feathers in her hair, and a bamboo mask over her face. Her first opportunity to don her new persona failed. She tried to stop the Triad from robbing a bank, but the water bender managed to hit her mask with an ice knife, knocking the mask off and scarring Mika's face.

Now, she continues as her Gaia guise, gaining a little respect from most of the Police force, now only a few will try to arrest her on sight, mostly because they were new and didn't know that she was there to help. But, with the rise of the Alliance, she is finding it harder and harder to help people as the nonbenders she tries to help begin to attack her. She heard of a group called the Shadow benders and decided to see if they needed her skills, but she would need to prove herself if she wanted to join them. ​

Earthbending​

Mika's earthbending skills are rare, and earthbender being able to control Metal and Lava is a one in one-thousandth chance. She uses her abilities with such skill, some consider her to be an artist. Many people have commented on how her use of Lava never seems to destroy the city like one would think. Her use of lava to melt the metal of getaway cars, and motorcycles has given the Police many criminals to keep. ​

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[Phantom]

Spoiler: Kyra

Kyra Vale-Haas​

"Throw me to the wolves and I will return leading the pack.”​

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Information​

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Full Name: Kyra Vale-Haas
Age: 47
Homeworld: Zelos II
Species: Zelosian

Height: 5'3"
Weight: 59kg

Eye Color: Blue-green
Hair Color: Red
Skin Tone: Caucasian

Profile

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Kyra Vale-Haas was raised on Zelos II with her older brother, Anton. They lived with their grandmother, helping with her farm and market stall. When she was old enough, she was put through the educational system along with her brother. School would take up most of her day, leaving little time to herself. But, when she did have free time, she would constantly be found in the woods behind the fields, inspecting plants and even hunting a little.

As she became more of an avid hunter, Kyra gained a small reputation in her town for always bringing in the finest meat. She would bring in deer, squirrels, ducks, and rabbits. Her accuracy with a bow was unparalleled in her town, but she still make a small living out of it. Contradictory to her hunting escapades, Kyra loved Nature. She would go out into the woods and catalog each new plant species that she found, bringing her sketches and data to the library at her school to compare them to the known species of plants. All of her findings were already discovered, but it was fun nonetheless.

This love of plants would eventually lead her to the Naboo University of Sciences, majoring in Biology, with a minor in Botany. Her experience in college lead to be much longer than she had thought. She was recommended by a professor for the University's Doctorate program, which ended up adding few more years to her stay at the school.

Thanks to the Doctorate program she met Ithica Vale, her future wife. Though neither of them knew it at the time. The two met when Ithica had applied for a tutor in Organic Chemistry, Kyra was happy to help. The pair met up weekly to study before Kyra made her move, and then they weren't studying the whole time they were together. It took another two-three years for Kyra to earn her doctorate, but as she was finishing hers, Ithica was beginning her own Doctorate program. One day, both women were approached by an exiled Jedi who offered to teach them both in the Force, which only spurred their research and love for science as they tried to see what the Force was capable of.

While waiting for Ithica to finish up with school, Kyra began working for her Brother, who had started a major company while Kyra was earning her doctorate. She used her knowledge to help find more eco-friendly fuel and food. She and Anton made a sizable profit off of their work. Using the money she earned and combining it with Ithica's, the couple built themselves an apartment on Serenno with a fully-functioning laboratory that fitted both of the women's needs.

Life was good for the two of them, but Ithica had developed a nasty habit of forgoing good and sleep, opting to stay in the lab 24/7. Kyra had to literally drag her out of the lab every night just so that she could sleep. Kyra had been nagging Ithica to go on a camping trip and get away from the lab for a weekend for almost a year. Finally, the Physicist conceded and the pair went to the woods surrounding the city they lived in.

Funny enough, both women planned on using the getaway as the chance to Propose. After Exchanging rings, both women vowed to each other to be better in their relationship. Their happiness was short-lived though. Jedi who had heard of Ithica's research on how one could strengthen another's connection to the Force through science. What the girls returned to was a horror show, all of Ithica's work had been stolen and all her notes destroyed

 

[Phantom]

Spoiler: Alaara

◄Alaara►​

AGE: 24

SEX: Female

SPECIES: Togruta

HOMEWORLD: None

HEIGHT: 5'8"

WEIGHT: 124 lbs

EYES: Blue

Montrails/Lekku: While with blue stripes

SKIN: Orangered​

Character Summary
Alaara lived a life of suffering up until almost a year ago. The life of a slave is not glamorous, it never really has been. But for her, it was even worse. Her task as a slave was the house Nurse. Which could entail tending to minor cuts and bruises to nursing beaten slaves back to health. Her Original master gave her much freedom in the way she was allowed to work, and how she was to act. Her manners were allowed to be a little looser, though she still had to speak respectively when around others like the Master.

The Master's son though, did not take kindly to the venom in her words whenever he'd approach her. The son, Dri'tel, had gotten fed up with her 'disrespect' and punished her for it, nearly killing her in the process. She was laid up in the Infirmary for weeks, forcing the backup nurse to take over her role. Once the Master heard of what Dri'tel did, he was furious. Alaara was the most experienced nurse in the house and was one of the best, considering she was a slave and all. But as soon as she was healthy enough, she was put back to work.

Only a week later, she welcomed a new slave into the house, and Edemmian who called herself Midnight. The two got off to a fough stard, but they soon became friends.
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